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prettydaisygirl · 2 days ago

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If possible can we get a part two of the one bed trope with James?

Maybe a smug Sirius when he finds out his plan worked. Maybe even a month after the cabin.

I love your stories so much. You are so talented!!

AND "Hello my love! I am absolutely obsessed with the one bed trope James potter fic you just posted! It’s so lovely :) I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a part two, just the next day where they have a soft, fluffy morning- you know maybe them being a little awkward at first because they’re not sure what to do, but falling into this comfortable intimacy because of the forced proximity? No worries either way but I love your writing!!"

I got two requests for a part two of the one bed trope fic! I'm so glad to see so many of you enjoyed it, I was really proud of it after I struggled with it for a few days haha! I tried to blend these two requests together, and I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. I hope you all enjoy, thanks for requesting <3

(boy)friend!James Potter x fem!reader who get found out ✿ 1.3k words

cw: fem reader, reader and James don't want to admit that Sirius' plan worked, mentions of smut but nothing detailed, Sirius is so dramatic I love him

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This morning was decidedly not going the way you had hoped it would.

It started out good. More than good, you would even say wonderful. You’d woken up with James’ head between your legs, which is quite possibly the best way you can imagine waking up in the morning. You’d cuddled for a while, showered together, and you relished in the feeling of being around your boyfriend. Truthfully, things were new. The two of you have only really been together a few weeks.

But it doesn’t feel new. It feels like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, that were always meant to find one another. Sirius may have pushed you, but there’s a deep knowing in your gut that things would always have turned out this way. A million lifetimes, a million different paths, and you think that you and James Potter would find your way together.

The morning after your first kiss with James, you’d woken up in his arms in the cabin.

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of James Potter’s sleeping face. For a moment, you’re in utter disbelief until you remember the conversation, and the kiss, from the night before. You find your cheeks heating up, and you press yourself closer to him as your heart pounds. His arms wrap tighter around you, like even subconsciously he wants to be closer to you.

You place a gentle kiss on his chin, and he takes in a long breath before his own eyes open. He smiles at you softly, a hand raising to hold your cheek. There’s a moment where both of you just sit comfortably still, looking at each other in the early morning light. Then James lowers his mouth to yours and despite the morning breath it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

When James finally pulls away, you’re sufficiently dizzy and desperate beneath him. He smirks confidently and climbs off of you, holding out a hand for you to take.

The two of you eat breakfast together, go on a little walk through the woods and enjoy the beauty of nature and solitude. He kisses you again, then, as you slow dance under the trees in the light of the midday sun, and you know you’ll always think of this moment when you hear birds singing.

“We can’t tell Sirius about this,” James whispers to you with a teasing smile on his face. You chuckle, pulling him just a bit closer as the two of you sway.

“No, we cannot.” You agree, your sweet laugh making James’ heart soar.

The rest of the weekend is much the same. You have sex for the first time, with James whispering how beautiful you are and how much he adores you. You cuddle in front of the fireplace and James falls asleep with his head in your lap as you read him a book. It’s beautiful, everything you could have ever wanted. And you’re not going to tell Sirius.

And so far, neither you or James had managed to let it slip to Sirius, or anyone else, that your relationship had changed so significantly. You didn’t want to hear Sirius’ smug teasing, endure Remus’ knowing looks, or even Peter’s intrusive questions. The two of you just wanted to be you two just for a little bit longer.

But, of course, secrets can only stay secret for so long. This morning is when things go wrong.

James washes your hair and then kisses you until the water goes cold. He wraps you in a towel, calls you his ‘angel’, and goes downstairs to make breakfast.

You’ve just finished drying your hair with James’ towel, wearing one of his shirts and your panties, when you hear the front door open and close. You’re not immediately put off, thinking maybe James stepped outside for the paper or something.

“Oi, Prongs! Why is there a pair of ladies shoes by your door?” Sirius.

You freeze, looking down at your lack of clothing, the open bedroom door, the obvious evidence of your nights here scattered around James’ home.

Sirius’ footsteps echo as he moves into the kitchen. You stand, taking the quietest steps you can possibly manage to lean against the bedroom door, listening.

“Pads, mate, you have to text me when you want to come over. It’s not like we share a bedroom anymore, is it?” Your boyfriend’s voice gives you butterflies, but it only increases your anxiety, overwhelmed by the situation. You grasp the wood of the bedroom door tightly.

It’s not really a big deal if Sirius finds out, you know eventually everyone will find out. But you weren’t expecting it. You wanted to tell everyone on your own terms.

“Well, sorry, but I’m here now.” You hear something scrape across the floor, presumably Sirius sitting down at the dining room table. “There’s a pair of women’s shoes by the door, and you’re making pancakes. I’ve interrupted your morning after, haven’t I?” Sirius laughs boisterously and James seems to shush him.

“Sirius, please-” If James says anything else, you don’t hear it. There’s only a moment of quiet before Sirius’ voice says the worst possible thing imaginable.

“Jamsie,” Sirius’ voice is high and sing-songy, and even though you can’t see him, you know there’s a bright grin on his face, “Is she who I think she is? Did my plan work?”

“So you admit it!” There’s another scraping sound, you guess James sits at the table by Sirius. You decide to move across the bedroom, losing out on some of the conversation while you put your jeans on.

Fully clothed now, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Sirius and James are sitting at the table, as you guessed. You and James meet eyes and he shrugs. Sirius sees this, whipping his head around so fast you think he might injure himself.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!” Sirius stands up, clearly proud of himself and his match-making skills, “You don’t have to thank me, just let me plan your wedding!”

“Sirius!” James’ eyes widen and he looks at you apologetically. But, strangely, you don’t feel upset. In fact, you find yourself starting to laugh, and Sirius does too. James looks between the two of you with a furrowed brow before even he can’t help but join in, chuckling and shaking his head. “You can’t just say that.”

“I can say whatever I want because I was right!” Sirius flips his hair over his shoulder dramatically. “I’m thinking ballroom wedding. Fancy for your parents, Jamsie, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely not.” James shakes his head and you take a seat at the table with two of them. He moves closer, brushing a soothing hand over your knee to apologize for Sirius’ intrusion.

“Really?” You chime in, surprising both of them, “I would imagine you’d want something extravagant, Jamie.”

“I do! Well, I mean- If… If you want something extravagant, then I do too! I want to show you off…” Sirius watches the interaction with a smirk, obviously taking notes to tease the both of you later.

You roll your eyes and smile, lightly shoving at James with your hand, though it doesn’t even move him an inch. “We’ve been together for three weeks, James. I don’t know what kind of wedding I want.”

“Well, you must have some idea-” James’ voice is cut off by the scrape of the chair again, Sirius standing up and putting his hands on his hips. He does a little bow and you roll your eyes again.

“Well, now I have put the idea into your heads. Ponder it,” He smiles giddily, grabs his bag, and begins making his way back to the front door. “I can’t wait to tell Remus about this. He’ll be glad his allergic reaction wasn’t for nothing!”

“Sirius!”

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docrobinavitch · 2 days ago

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say goodbye like you mean it | part four

dr. robby x f!charge nurse!oc content: 18+ mdni, explicit sexual content, detailed descriptions of domestic violence, there is a gun involved in a scene but it doesn't go off, swearing, usual canon medical events, vague age gap (oc mid to late thirties) words: 7.9k PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE synopsis: gwen is confronted with the ghosts of her past and robby desperately wants to help her through it, but in the process ends up pushing her away. a/n: hellooooo there (: thank you all for following robby and gwen to the end. this is the last part! i had so so much fun! i hope you all like the finale. thank you again for all the support on the previous parts, it really means so much to me!! i'll probably turn my attention to one shot/reader fics for the forseeable future, unless some other idea really grabs me. feel free to send requests. ok!! well can't believe i'm saying goodbye to our gwendolyn. love her dearly. i hope she sticks with you all the way she has with me.

It had been a terrible shift. They had started the morning coding a 7 year old who had been in a car accident. Gwen wasn’t normally superstitious, but it had been true for as long as she had worked in the ER that if the shift started with a mortality, there was no saving the day. If a kid was lost first thing in the morning, she thought it was destined to be somewhere in the top five worst shifts of all time.

On top of that, they were slammed. Even more so than usual. There were too many beds in the hallways and the waiting room was standing room only for the entire shift. It was Gwen that day who had gotten snippy with Gloria when she came downstairs and Robby who had had to intervene and send Gwen out for a break to keep her from losing her job.

In order to not fall apart, to stop seeing that poor battered and bruised dead seven year old, Gwen had allowed her rage to fuel her the whole shift. She had broken up a few fights that day, mostly just to have an excuse to shout at someone. But it was the man at the end of the shift that had shouted at Princess that caused her to absolutely lose any semblance of cool she had left.

“Sir, back up. Now.” Gwen said loudly over his shouting, stepping between him and Princess. The man was speaking a mix of English and another language she couldn’t identify. She didn’t quite know what he was saying, but it was clear from the look on Princess’s face that she knew. And it wasn’t good.

The man didn’t back off, so Gwen shouted louder, taking a step towards him, hoping he’d take the hint and match her step back. But he stayed where he was, now directing his vitriol Gwen’s way.

“Sir, if you don’t back off right now, I will have security remove you from the premises. Your choice.”

He stopped his yelling and for a moment and Gwen thought she’d won. But then he curled his lip, “Fucking cunt.” He spat and then shoved her, hard.

Gwen’s head ricocheted off the wall behind her from the force of the shove and she lost her balance, sliding to the floor. There was shouting around her, from the man, and the other nurses around, and then security.

She was dazed from the blow to the head, so she wasn’t sure how long it was before Robby was kneeling in front of her, gentle, warm hands on her face and a bright light shining in her eyes.

“…Can you hear me, Gwen?”

She went to nod, but it immediately made her feel dizzy, “Yes,” She managed.

“You need a head CT.”

Gwen closed her eyes, “If you just let me sit here for five minutes, I’ll be fine.”

He laughed, “You really think that’ll work on me?”

“Considering the fact that your ER will probably be in shambles the second I leave the floor, yeah, I hoped it would.”

“We’re already in shambles,” He helped her up and onto a gurney, his hand lingering on her thigh, “It can’t possibly be any worse than it already is. Princess will take over as charge.”

Gwen closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the gurney, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

“Are you okay? Besides the obvious?” She heard Robby say softly into her ear.

She wasn’t. She was so far from okay and had been far from it all week, not just this shift. Tomorrow was her and James’s anniversary. The last couple of years, it had been tough to get through without being bombarded by memories, both good and bad. But she hadn’t been working, then.

Gwen had thought being back at work would make it easier. She’d be too preoccupied to think about it. But it just made everything worse because it had been in a hospital that most of their relationship had flourished. She saw him in every EKG ordered and every STEMI that rolled through.

They had been dating exclusively for a few months now so Robby knew her well enough to know something was bothering her, but he was hoping she would bring it up herself. She hadn’t thus far, and it was beginning to scare him. He was finally beginning to understand why refusing to communicate your emotions could threaten to destroy a relationship.

“I’m fine.” Gwen said.

Robby stared at her for a moment longer, his heart sinking, but he only nodded, “Mateo, could you escort her up to CT please?”

About an hour later, Robby found Gwen still in her gurney on the imaging floor, texting Princess about where to move patients in order to clear more beds before the night shift came in.

“Head CT came back clean, time to go home.”

“I could have told you that.” Gwen said, putting her phone down and swinging her legs over the side.

“Better safe than sorry.” Robby said quietly. Gwen said nothing to that. “I sent the police up here, did you talk to them?”

“Yes,” She said and began walking past him, “I told them I didn’t want to press charges.”

��You what?” Robby asked incredulously.

Gwen sighed, “Please don’t get all righteous on me, I’m not in the mood. Assaulting a healthcare worker is a felony, it seemed extreme.”

Robby scoffed, “It’s extreme for a reason, Gwen. If he pushed you any harder you could have a brain bleed or a skull fracture.”

She nodded, “But I’m fine, so.”

He stared at her as she got her things together, “Do you not care about your wellbeing or safety, is that it?”

Gwen headed for the stairwell, Robby close behind her, “You’re being very dramatic about this for no reason. I’m fine.”

Robby sidestepped her and planted himself in front of her, a step down, so they were eye level, “You’re doing the same thing now that you did in Manhattan, you’re running away instead of facing it—“

She flinched as if he had hit her, but he couldn’t regret it. He was pushing too hard, he knew, but he didn’t know how else to get through to her. To get her to admit something was wrong, whatever it was. He had his suspicions it had something to do with James. She had been more on guard recently. Jumping at the sound of the door or the drop of a pan. She was tense beneath his fingers, until her body seemed to register it was only Robby.

“This has nothing to do with him.” Gwen ground out, but she flushed as she said it.

“That’s not true,” He shook his head, “I mean, Christ, he nearly killed you and you let him walk away. Then you get assaulted by a stranger and you let that slide too, and why wouldn’t you? You’ve already set the precedent that you think your life meaningless—“

“Stop.”

“—What would someone have to do to get you to hold them accountable? Or will you just keep running until someone puts you six feet under?”

Gwen’s eyes shone with unshed tears and she looked down at her sneakers. Too far. She was dangling off a cliff and he had crushed her fingers beneath his foot. She was free falling, with nowhere safe to land.

“I think we should spend the night apart.” She said finally.

She kept her head down and heard him sigh deeply, “Pushing me away won’t make it disappear.”

Gwen stepped around him and started descending the stairs, “You have no idea what it’s like to fear for your life every second of every day. Do not talk down to me and act all holier than thou because you think you would’ve made a better decision. I did what I thought was best.”

“You did the thing that scared you the least.”

She almost laughed at his cruelty, tears clung to her eyelashes. Choking back a sob, she pushed open the stairwell door at ground level, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Michael.”

***

Robby had tried calling her a few times the previous night, but she had let them all go to voicemail. He had only left a message once, implying that he was sorry he pushed her so hard, but that he still thought she should press charges. He went on to say that he would go with her to the police station if she changed her mind.

Gwen had been pretty certain that she was in love with Robby before this argument, but now she knew it for certain. Otherwise, it all wouldn’t have hurt so badly, knowing that he believed her a coward. And sure, she had the same thoughts about herself occasionally, but it hurt more to hear it from him.

She thought about calling him on her walk to work that morning, or stopping by his apartment. She longed to see him, to be folded into his arms, to be reassured that everything was okay. But he would want to talk it through. And she didn’t want that.

This week and this day especially were already hard enough. If she had to talk more about him, about all the ways she hadn’t been good enough at the end, the scars that still festered in his absence, she would fall apart completely.

It had been more than two years now since the last time she saw James. But that didn’t stop her from seeing him everywhere. Anytime she saw a doctor with thick dark curls from the back, her heart rate would pick up until she could see their face. It was the same in public, except she’d look for a baseball cap instead.

This morning, she walked her usual path to the hospital, through the park. She mulled over her argument with Robby in her head, thought about what she would say to him when she saw him. Probably nothing. It would be easier that way. Maybe if she ignored it long enough, they could pretend it never happened.

She was thinking about this as she crossed the street in front of the hospital, and how she was being childish, when she saw him. He was unmistakable. Dark brown curls peeking out from a Mets baseball cap she had bought him years ago, and in the middle of the street she stopped cold.

She vaguely heard a car slamming on their brakes. The horn pulled her out of her reverie finally, and she turned around.

“Shit, sorry!” She yelled at the car and then doubled back the way she came, back to the park.

Gwen turned back towards the emergency room long enough to see James walk through the doors she walked through every single day.

Her heart raced and her brain was going a hundred miles an hour. Why was he here? Today of all days? Surely it couldn’t be coincidence. He must’ve found out she worked here. He couldn’t stand the thought of her moving on and so had to come and ruin it all. She couldn’t breathe and she found she couldn’t bring her feet to move towards the ER.

She took a step back and hated herself for it, tears burning the backs of her eyes.

Robby had been right, she thought to herself, turning to walk back to her apartment. She was a coward.

***

When Robby walked into the ER that morning, he did a double take at the hub when he saw Gwen wasn’t there. He checked his watch and indeed it was 6:58 AM. Gwen was always here at 6:45 AM the latest. She liked to make rounds with the night shift nurses before everyone else came in so she could get the board in order before the day shift trickled in. It was possible she was running late, but he had never known her to be in the six months she’d been running the ER.

She hadn’t answered his calls last night, but he was certain she was just taking some space. He didn’t think she would abandon a shift just to avoid him.

“Princess, have you seen Gwen?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think she’s here yet.”

Robby nodded, though his mind was already rapidly extracting worst case scenarios. Maybe she was hit by a bus on her walk in. Perhaps she was mugged. Or she had finally tripped over that loose step on her apartment stairs that he’d been begging her to let him fix for months.

“I already told my landlord, why should you have to do it? This is why I pay rent!”

“Is sticking it to your landlord really worth the risk of breaking your neck every time you take the stairs?”

She had pretended to contemplate, and then grinned, “Yes.”

Though there was a small part of him that worried, he knew realistically she was just late so digging his phone out of his pocket, he dialed her number.

It rang for about thirty seconds and then went to voicemail. Well, was she still giving him the silent treatment or was something really wrong? He sighed and hung up, typing a quick message: Everything ok?

The message delivered. He waited another few seconds to see if she’d start typing, but nothing.

“Fuck.” He looked back up at the ER, the patients, the nurses, his residents and med students that were starting to trickle in. Abbot was still around with a patient.

Robby had grown so accustomed to Gwen being here, to leaning on her for support, he was afraid of who he’d be here without her.

It scared him, the way she’d enmeshed herself so deeply into his life, he could no longer imagine it without her in it.

Sighing, he turned back to Princess, “If she’s not here in ten minutes could you please call her again? And if she doesn’t pick up try and see if you can get Dana here?”

When Princess nodded, he began walking around the ER and gathering his residents and students for rounds.

Just as he was beginning them though, he heard a commotion in the waiting room.

He put up a finger to quiet Samira as he listened. Definitely yelling. “One second, I’ll be right back.”

Pushing through the double doors, he saw security manhandling a guy with a Mets hat on and Lupe yelling at him.

“Hey!” He shouted over the yelling and they quieted, though the man continued struggling against security, “Lupe what’s going on?”

“This man tried to sneak through to the back. He’s perfectly healthy, says he’s looking for a nurse.”

“My fiancée works here and it’s our anniversary! I just wanted to surprise her.” The man said, then added, “I’m a doctor!”

Robby crossed his arms, “You may be a doctor, but you don’t work here. You should know you can’t just go waltzing into any ER.” Then he sighed, “Who is it you’re looking for?”

“She’s the charge nurse here. Gwen Keating.”

His head spun and his blood went cold. Gwen was missing and this had to be James standing right in front of him, looking for her.

He cleared his throat after a moment, “And your name is?”

“James Loverde.”

He could barely hear past the roaring in his ears. This couldn’t be happening. Was it really their anniversary? Was that why Gwen had been off all week? The things he would give to be able to punch this guy’s lights out without repercussions.

But he needed to keep him here until he figured out where Gwen was. Otherwise, he might end up at her apartment.

“Alright, Dr. Loverde, why don’t you come on back with me.”

“But Dr. Robby—“

“I’ll take care of it, Lupe, thank you.” He gestured to one of the security guards, “Olsen, with me.”

The two men followed him through the double doors and he felt his students watching curiously as he brought James into an empty family room.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll see if I can find Gwen for you, alright?”

Before he could object, Robby closed the door, leaving himself and Olsen outside.

James was already surveying the area through the glass, looking for Gwen he presumed. It made him feel sick. Robby’s mind kept flashing back to the shame on her face when she had told him the truth about why she had left New York. The image of her being pummeled by this fucker. The pain in her eyes yesterday when he had thrown her shame back in her face. It was taking everything in him to keep up his calm and friendly demeanor.

“Olsen,” He pulled the security guard to the side, “Whatever you do, don’t let him leave. And don’t let anyone talk to him or vice versa. Got it?”

Olsen frowned, “Should we be calling the cops?”

Robby sighed, scratching the back of his head, “I don’t know.” He hated that he hadn’t asked her more about her protective order. He knew most protective orders were carried across state lines, but that would have required that Gwen had registered it with the county when she moved here. And he had no idea if she had done that. If she hadn’t, the police wouldn’t help and this motherfucker would definitely leave to go look for her elsewhere, “Not yet.”

Olsen looked at him skeptically, “Boss, what is going on?”

***

Gwen stared at the safe under her bed, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Unconsciously, she rubbed at her throat. Her thoughts had been littered with all the ways James had messed her up as she had walked back home. The most recent memory that had assaulted her was when he had violently choked her during sex and then afterwards pretended like he thought she liked it.

Her therapist was always reminding her that her PTSD meant that her brain would hide away certain memories from her to try to protect her and that anything could trigger one. This was one she hadn’t remembered until seeing him again across from the hospital. It had hit her so forcefully, she had to pause her walk home to hyperventilate while she leaned against a tree. She could still feel his hands, the weight of him on her windpipe, the panic of not being able to breathe.

She remembered that she had scratched his hands up in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip and he had later made her feel so badly about it, she cleaned and bandaged them for him. He never so much as iced the bruises he left on her neck.

Gwen had let Robby’s call go to voicemail. She knew she should answer. Despite their argument, he would be there for her through this. Even though she had fled yet again, proving his point. But, his voice would probably soothe her. He’d know what to do. But she didn’t want to hear the voice of reason right now.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Mostly she felt stupid for believing that she was safe from him, here. That since she had dropped the charges he would leave her be. It was just fucking like him to show up at her hospital, her ER, demanding to see her. She was certain that’s what he would be doing. Entitled narcissist that he was. She hoped Ahmad kicked his ass.

But that would just mean once he was kicked out of the ER he’d find some other way to get to her. And she wouldn’t allow that. Could not allow him to float through Pittsburgh unsupervised. No. This was her city, her ER, her friends, her family, her boyfriend. He would not taint this new life she had built. She would not yield this fragile safety net that was beginning to feel like home. She would not run away again.

Her phone vibrated with a text. Robby.

Everything ok?

She stared at it blankly until her phone screen went black again and then turned back to her safe. Unlocking it, Gwen took out the gun.

Her hands trembled as she loaded the clip, slowly and methodically, just as her instructor had taught her, and then slipped it into her bag.

She stood and then stared at her phone that sat on the hardwood. It lit up again, this time indicating an incoming call from Princess.

Gwen lightly kicked her phone until it slid under the bed and then left her apartment.

***

“Hey,” Collins approached Robby with caution as he ended his most recent attempt to get in touch with Gwen, “I don’t want to pry, but is something going on with you and Gwen? I noticed Princess is charge today.”

Robby sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face, “No, we’re fine. Or at least, I think we’re fine, but she didn’t show up for work this morning and she’s not answering any calls.” He glanced towards the room James was sitting in, “Fuck, I don’t know, maybe she’s left the state by now.”

Collins frowned, “Why would she do that?”

Robby looked at her, deciding what to disclose. But fuck, Gwen was in the wind and he needed someone to talk to, to tell him he was overreacting, “Well,” He again looked at James through the glass, “She left New York because of that guy in there and she has a restraining order against him after he fucking beat her within an inch of her life and he turned up here this morning and she didn’t and she won’t answer any of my calls. So.” He looked at Collins, “You do the math.”

Heather’s eyes widened, “Shit.” She looked towards the man sitting in the family room, then back to Robby, “She’ll come back, Robby.”

“How do you know?” He asked, and he can’t help the way his voice shakes when he says it. He hadn’t fully allowed himself to feel how fucking scared he was for Gwen until this conversation.

Heather sighed and gave him what she thought was a reassuring smile, “Because she’s tough. And because she has something worth fighting for here.”

***

Gwen sat in the back of an empty ambulance hands shaking in her bag where she concealed the gun. She wasn’t quite sure what her plan was, if there was a plan. James likely was long gone by now. And even if he was still inside, she would never bring a gun into the hospital. She had been working during many gun scares. It never got less terrifying. She wouldn’t do that to her patients or her friends. Especially after the mass shooting they had worked through just months ago.

She doubted she could even pull the trigger if she was faced with him. In a way, she thought, it would be a bit like killing a part of herself. They had been together for a decade, shared the same bed, the same meals. The mannerisms and idioms they both picked up from the other. The language of people who had loved for so long they could no longer decode the outside world without the other by their side.

Gwen couldn’t look at James without seeing the man she had fallen in love with. The same man whose knuckles had split and bled after beating her was the same man who spoon fed chicken noodle soup into her mouth in bed when she had caught strep. And it was impossible for her to separate the two. She couldn’t kill him anymore than she could kill herself.

So instead she sat, running her hands over the gun in her bag, feeling stupid.

The adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off and she wished Robby were here. She should have answered her phone. He was probably worried sick.

Or maybe not, maybe he was just annoyed she had skipped her shift.

Gwen took her hands out of her bag and pressed her palms into her eyes, she was tired of thinking.

There was a knock on the ambulance door and Gwen jumped.

But it was only Robby and he was looking at her like he was scared out of his mind, eyes red rimmed.

At the sight of him looking at her like that, clearly distraught, she broke, sobs that wracked her whole body, “I’m sorry.” She managed.

Immediately, he was next to her, pulling her into his arms, “You have nothing to apologize for.” She felt him kiss her hair as he held her, “You’re okay. You’re alright.” He repeated, and she wondered which of them he was trying to comfort.

“James was here.” She managed through hiccups as she calmed down.

“He’s still here.” Robby said, slowly running a hand through her hair.

“What?!” Gwen started to jump up, but Robby secured her with an arm around her waist, effortlessly pulling her back to him.

“Not yet,” He said softly, “Stay with me.”

“Robby,” She said incredulously, “You can’t expect me to sit here when he’s in there.”

He was shaking his head, “What’re you gonna do when you get in there, hm? Scream at him? Cause a scene? Hit him?”

Gwen thought about the gun in her bag and rubbed at her eyes, “I don’t know. I’m tired of being afraid. I want to show him I’m not afraid of him anymore.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he resumes running a hand through her hair, “It was unfair of me, all the things I said to you yesterday and I’m sorry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Of course you were scared. Of course you wanted to leave. Who am I to judge you for that?”

Gwen fully melts into him, his apology a salve to her frayed nerves, “Where is he?”

“In the family room. Olsen’s with him.”

“He was looking for me?”

Robby nodded, “Said his fianceé was the charge nurse here. Is it really your anniversary?”

“That fucker,” Gwen sighed, “He said that?”

“Yeah. Is that why you haven’t been yourself all week?”

She almost shook her head, almost denied that anything had been wrong before this morning. But what was the point of pushing him away besides hurting herself? “Yes.” She said finally.

“You could’ve told me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She looked up at him, “I thought I could handle it myself.”

He stroked a hand across her cheek and then threaded it into her hair at the nape of her neck, “The whole point of having each other is so we don’t have to do this shit on our own.”

She nodded and then laughed, “When did you get so good at being a boyfriend?”

Robby smirked, “Well, I have this really lovely girlfriend and she taught me everything she knows.”

Gwen smirked, “Ah, she sounds really cool and well adjusted.”

He barked a laugh, “You’re ridiculous.”

She hummed, pleased with herself for making him laugh, “So, what do we do about… James?”

He was still running a hand soothingly through her hair, “Did you register your protective order with the county when you came here?”

Gwen nodded.

“Good, then we can call the police.”

She stiffened under his hands, “He… could lose his medical license.”

“Rightfully so.”

“If I ruin his life,” She said slowly, “He’ll want revenge. He’ll become even more obsessed with me.”

“Not if he’s in prison.”

She scoffed, “Violating a protective order doesn’t come with a very lengthy sentence.”

“No,” He agreed, shaking his head, “But domestic assault with a deadly weapon does. You mentioned a rolling pin as I recall.”

Gwen balked, “You just said I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.”

“You don’t,” He said quickly, “I want you to do what you think is right. But the fact is James is in the ER right now… And…” He tore his gaze away from her, “If we don’t call the police, that means he just gets to walk away. And I am so fucking terrified of not being able to keep you safe if he comes back one day.”

He presses his palms into his eyes, “I know it’s not about me. And I really don’t mean to be selfish. But if you won’t do it for yourself, could you please do it for me?”

Gwen stared at him for a moment, floored to silence by his admission. When she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by a voice that sent chills down her spine.

“Am I interrupting some sort of lover’s quarrel?”

A few things happened at once when James appeared in front of them, Olsen slightly behind looking remorseful.

Robby stood, placing himself between James and Gwen. He was almost a full head taller than James, and so James backed up just slightly.

“I’d like to speak to my fianceé now if you don’t mind.” James said quietly, his voice dangerous and menacing.

“Not a chance.” Robby said, then looked up over James to Olsen, “What the hell, man?”

“He started saying shit like ‘false imprisonment’, Robby.”

“Gwen, honey,” James called, never looking away from Robby, “Call off your dogs, would you? So we can talk?”

Then they all went very still when they heard a click from behind them.

Gwen had stood and backed herself away, gun behind her back, until she had a clear shot of James. Now, her hands shook and the barrel was aimed at his head.

“Woah, what the fuck?” James backed off, hands up.

“Gwen,” Robby said very carefully, “I don’t know where you got that, but I’m gonna need you to put it away.”

“It’s mine,” She said, her voice shaking, eyes zeroed in on James, “I have a license to carry.”

Well, Robby was certainly learning new things about Gwen today, “Baby, look at me,” He said gently and her eyes flicked to his, “This will ruin your life. Don’t let him win.”

“Olsen,” She said slowly, hands shaking, “Could you please handcuff him?”

Olsen obliges and Robby feels relief flood through him as she lowers the gun.

“Gwen, this is ridiculous,” James starts as Olsen starts walking him away from them, “I just wanted to talk—“

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” She shouted, “I heard nothing from you for two years, but the second I get a job, the second you hear an inkling that I’m doing better, you come down here to try to ruin it all. Fuck you. I hope they take away your medical license.” Gwen said, turning away from him again.

Robby watches Olsen lead James away as he continues to shout after Gwen and then walks up behind her as she unloads her gun and puts it back in her bag, “Would’ve been nice to know you were carrying a firearm earlier.”

She sighed heavily, shoulders curling in on themselves, “I was never going to use it. I just wanted him to be scared for once. To know how it felt.”

“I know.”

She finally smirked at him, “Really?”

“Well,” He rubbed at his beard, “For a second there you had me doubting myself.”

Without warning he reached out and pulled her to his chest, one arm around her shoulders, the other cradling her head to him.

“You scared the hell out of me today.”

“I know,” Gwen said, greedily inhaling the scent of him, “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you left.”

Gwen pulls back slightly to look up at him, “What, like, permanently?”

He nods, “I thought maybe you left the state or something.”

Gwen was exhausted of being angry, but she still felt the resentment stir in her chest, “Right, because you think I’m a coward.” She said bitterly.

Robby doesn’t say anything for a moment, just continues holding her to his chest, “Part of me hoped you had,” He said softly, “Because it meant he couldn’t hurt you. You were right yesterday, about how I didn’t know how it felt to be scared like that. I’m sure I still don’t know, not really. But when he showed up here and I couldn’t find you…” He trailed off, “You’re not a coward. You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever known.”

Gwen sighed and tightened her arms around his waist, “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Dana walked up to them and they separated, “What the hell? I was told you weren’t here.”

“She’s not here,” Robby said, and picked up Gwen’s bag, handing it back to her, “She’s going home.”

Gwen frowned, “But you’ll be calling the police—“

“You don’t need to be here for that,” Robby said, “They can interview you later. You’ve been through enough today, don’t you think?”

Gwen looks like she might argue more, so Robby adds, “I’ll come find you after. Text me when you get home safe?”

Finally she sighs and nods, “Okay.”

As she walks off, Dana comes to his side, “Do I wanna know?”

Robby watched Gwen as she walked off, “Did Gwen ever tell you about the gap in her resume?”

“You mean the jack off cardio attending that beat her? Yeah, she told me.”

“He showed up at our ER this morning.”

Dana’s eyes widened, “Jesus.”

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have called you otherwise.”

“Happy to be here, cap,” She put a hand on his arm, “You okay? Maybe you should go with her. We can call Abbot. Or Shen.”

Robby shook his head, “No, it’s fine, I should really get back in there.”

***

When Robby lets himself into Gwen’s apartment after his shift, it’s dark and quiet. She had texted him that she was home, as he requested, but he still felt that little bit of panic at finding the apartment dark. The police had taken James into custody, but it was likely he would get out on bail while he awaited a hearing.

He found Gwen fast asleep on top of her bed covers, still in scrubs, her phone close to her face. He was relieved the find the gun was no where to be seen, but he made a mental note to ask her where she stored it later.

“Hey,” He sits on the edge of the bed and places a gentle hand to her shoulder, “It’s me.”

Gwen roused slowly, and then blinked up at Robby, giving him a sleepy smile, “What time is it?”

“Almost 7:30.”

She hummed and reached up to stroke his beard, “That’s early for you.”

“I was eager to see you.”

She smiled, “Well, lucky me.”

“The police took James in—“

“Can we not talk about James, please? Just for tonight?”

He nodded, “Of course, whatever you want. But can I just say one thing?” When she nodded her affirmation he continued, “I want to be clear that I know I asked for a lot from you when I encouraged you to press charges. I realize that it would take a lot from you and there would be only a slight chance that it would pay off. But I wanted you to know that if you did decide that you wanted to pursue charges that I’ll be here. Whatever you need.”

“Robby,” Gwen tilted her head a bit as she looked at him, “That’s sweet, but I just… You don’t have to do that, I… We’ve only been dating a few months and I have a lot of baggage.” He watched her eyes tear up.

“Well,” He scratched the back of his head, “I’m in love with you and your baggage so I think you’re stuck with me.”

She inhaled sharply, her heart beginning to race. They had never spoken about the depths of their relationship so openly. She had certainly felt like she was in love with him for weeks now, if not months.

They shared a bed most nights now and spent their days off together. Countless nights making dinner while sharing a bottle of wine, hikes in the mountains on their days off, nearly every moment spent together, even off shift.

It was in the dark of her bedroom the first time he had spoken of Pitt Fest, when she couldn’t quite see his face. She had wiped his tears silently, kissed his cheeks, whispered that he had done everything he could.

Weeks later, on a hike, he had told her about Adamson in the light of the Sun. She, in turn, shared her own stories about the pandemic. The Advanced Directives her and James had drawn up for themselves, just in case. The 12 year old girl she had lost in order to save her 9 year old brother. Some of her own nurses that had died on her shift.

It had healed something in both of them, just having someone to listen who understood.

And it had been staring her in the face for a while now that she could no longer picture her life without him in it.

But she had never expected him to be the first to admit it.

“Really?” She asked breathlessly, mind still reeling.

He nodded, “I mean it. I’m all in.”

She almost laughed, giddy at his confession, “I love you too.”

He exhaled slowly, and grinned at her, “Good, that’s a relief.”

He lowered himself beside her on the bed, and gently pulled her face to his to kiss her.

“Take a shower with me?” He murmured against her mouth.

She nodded, and he pulled her to standing. It was her apartment, but he had been here so many times, he knew how to find his way to her bathroom in the dark.

He left the lights off as he turned on the water and began to undress her. With every article of clothing he removed, he pressed a kiss to the bare skin revealed there. The gentle scratch of his beard against her skin left a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

Beneath his gentle and careful touch, she recognized the barely restrained hunger buried within. They had both had a difficult 48 hours, and so she knew he was keeping himself on a tight leash, should she not want anything further than this, this quiet tenderness. But one word from her and he would become ravenous.

They stepped into the warm spray of water and collectively sighed, Gwen rested her forehead against Robby’s chest. They stood like that for a few moments, the only sound was of the rushing water.

Robby pumped some soap into his hands, lathered it, and began running his hands over Gwen’s shoulders. She, in turn, mirrored him.

“You’re so tense.” She said quietly as she worked the soap into his skin. He grunted softly when she pushed her fingers deeper into his muscles.

As she worked the soap onto his body, she eventually felt his erection against her leg. He didn’t acknowledge it, instead continuing to focus on the sole job of cleaning her skin.

Gwen watched the warm spray of the shower wash the soap from his shoulders and then she kissed the freckles there, “Let me take care of you?” She murmured.

Finally his eyes lifted to meet hers. She saw the carefully lidded desire, embers smoldering in his eyes, but still, he said nothing.

Slowly, eyes never leaving his, Gwen lowered herself to her knees.

She took him fully into her mouth, one hand firmly on his base.

“Oh, fuck me,” He moaned and pressed a hand to the shower wall to steady himself.

Robby ran a hand through her hair, behind her ear, and down to her jaw, securing her chin between his fingers, “Gwen, baby,” He said breathlessly as she hollowed out her cheeks, “Keep looking at me, please. Want you to see what you do to me.”

Gwen moaned against his cock and Robby’s whole body shuddered at the sensation. He swore again, “I’m close,” He ground out and she quickened her movements in response until hot ropes shot down her throat.

She sucked until he was dry, Robby still shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and then she stood again.

Robby immediately grabbed her face and pulled her mouth to meet his. Gwen let out a soft gasp in surprise at the urgency of his kiss, she would’ve thought he’d be tired now, but he showed no sign of slowing.

“I want to taste you,” He said, and reached behind him to turn the shower off, “Go lie on the bed.” He instructed, mischief glinting in his eyes.

Gwen laughed, “I wasn’t done showering.”

“We’ll shower again,” He smirked and wrapped her towel around her shoulders, “After I’ve made a mess of you.”

She returned his grin and after drying off, headed back to the bedroom.

Gwen heard the padding of his feet on the hardwood behind her. He watched from the foot of the bed as she propped herself back onto the pillows.

Slowly, he crawled over her, kissing up her legs as he did so. His fingers dusted delicately across her skin, following his kisses closely.

Gwen fidgeted under his slow tease, sure she had to absolutely be dripping just from the look of him gazing at her body with pure undiluted adoration.

If he noticed her impatience he didn’t comment on it. When he began kissing her inner thigh, she could no longer hold back her sighs.

“Robby, please.” She whined finally.

He looked up at her, a cocky smirk on his face, “I’m sorry, I’ve been teasing you for too long, haven’t I?”

Finally, he parted her legs, hooking one of her thighs over his shoulder. He held eye contact with her on the first swipe of his tongue, drinking in the way her lips parted and eyelids fluttered. She was so beautiful, like an angel, the way her back arched at the flick of his tongue.

As he languidly circled her clit with his tongue, he slipped a finger inside her, and the moan she let out went straight to his cock. “So tight for me,” He murmured as he curled his finger upwards, “You’re already ready to finish, aren’t you sweetness?”

Gwen rutted her hips, searching for more friction from his mouth, chasing her high. She loved the sight of him between her legs. Loved the way he seemed to gorge on the taste of her, like he could never get enough. Robby could be difficult to read sometimes, he could be distant and moody and distracted. But here, on the hallowed ground that was their shared bed, she never doubted for a second how badly he wanted her. How he craved her, desperately. She felt it in every look, every touch, every kiss, every swipe of his tongue and graze of his teeth.

It felt holy, the way he worshipped her body when they were home together. She would never get tired of it. Just the thought of his soft brown eyes looking up at her from between her legs was enough to unravel her. And it did, then. He curled his finger once more against her walls before he felt her convulsing around him. She moaned his name as she came down and as she caught her breath, he came back up to her, beard full of the scent of her.

“Michael,” She said softly, eyes dazed, “Need you inside me, please.”

Robby tilted his head and smirked, “Really, you still want more?” The taste and feel of her had him erect again, but he doubted he’d be able to finish again.

“Please.” She said, and Robby noticed with some alarm, her lower lip was trembling.

“Hey, baby, what is it? What’s wrong?” He raised a hand to stroke her cheek gently, but she was shaking her head.

“I don’t know, I just feel…” She was crying in earnest now, “I think the day has finally caught up to me.” She reached between them, impatient to feel his erection, “Please, we don’t have to fuck, I just want the closeness, please, I want to feel you.”

He couldn’t deny her anything, not when she was like this, “Okay, shh,” He tried to say soothingly, “It’s alright.”

He slowly pushed himself inside her, watched as she gasped at the way he filled her up, and the tears that kept cascading down her cheeks, “I got you, baby.” He said softly as he slowly rocked his hips into hers. Robby cradled her head in his hands and kissed the wet trails on her cheeks, “You’re okay.”

Gwen pulled him closer, close enough that they were sharing breath, “I love you so much,” She said.

Robby pushed his nose into hers, “And I love you.” He kissed her, the saltiness of her tears on his tongue, “You’re alright,” He repeated, “I’ve got you.”

He wasn’t sure if he had somehow said the wrong thing, because she began sobbing earnestly. He stayed inside her, but he stopped his movements and simply wrapped her in his arms, holding her as tightly as he could manage. He continued to murmur soothing things in her ear, reminding her that he had her, that she was okay, that he loved her, that he wasn’t going anywhere. Eventually her sobs eased into hiccups.

“I’m sorry.” She said finally, her voice still thick with tears, “I don’t know what that was.”

Robby shook his head and pulled back enough to see her face, “It’s been a really hard couple of days for you. The physical release from your orgasm maybe triggered some emotional release.”

She huffed a laugh and stroked a hand down his cheek, eyes still shining wet with tears, “Well, thank you for…” She shook her head, “Maybe this is too much to say, but I don’t know that I would have survived today if not for you.”

“It’s not too much. I would do it ten times over if it meant ending the day like this, with you, in my arms. I would do anything to end every day like this, forever.”

Her lower lip trembled again and he caught it between his thumb and forefinger. She kissed the pad of his thumb and sniffled, “Careful. I might hold you to that, Robinavitch.”

He smiled, “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Another laugh escaped her, and then she grew serious, “You’ll come with me to the police station tomorrow?”

He nodded, “Anything you want,” He kissed her slowly, “I love you.” He said again, drunk on the sound of it.

Gwen sighed against him, “I love you.”

God, did he love hearing it. The things he’d do to make sure he got to hear it every day for the rest of his life.

He brushed the backs of his knuckles against her cheek, “Let’s go get cleaned up again, shall we?”

In the shower again, they silently washed each other up. The desire in Robby’s eyes had been replaced by a tenderness, the depths of which Gwen didn’t think could be measured. She felt safe and loved and cherished under the weight of it, under the touch of his fingers as he methodically cleaned her body and followed the trails of suds as they were washed from her body with kisses.

Robby was safe. Robby was good. And most importantly, she got the feeling that Michael Robinavitch would love her until the end of time if only she gave him the chance to.

And she planned to give him the chance. She planned to give him everything.

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So another request hehe but this would be my last one (for the meantime) since I don't want to flood your inbox.

I'm thinking about Hoshina with a Lieutenant reader that has a Disney Princess ability, like ya know the animal whisperer sort of thing. The reader is known for being loved by animals by the third division, so they called them a Disney Princess. They always saw the reader with a random animal in the middle of the battlefield and since then the whole division had a bet on what would be the animal they will be seen every time they enter the battlefield, or how many. One time they got attacked by a Wolf Kaiju, they thought they already killed all of the Kaiju's but Okonogi kept on saying there's still one left, and the reader is missing. When they found the Kaiju, they also found the reader who's now giving the Wolf Kaiju a belly rub.

/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ -requester

I swear this request has been in my inbox so long it literally, actually collected dust and for that, I'm sorry. Thank you for your patience. Hope you like this!

Crushes and Crowns

Approx Word Count: 3800 Tags: idk, something like, "Hoshina is a silly brat but you love him anyway" and more Third Divison Shenanigans

“Evening, Princess!”

“Rough day, Princess?”

“See you later, Princess!”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself, as you made your way through the Third Division’s halls. Despite your protesting of this new nickname you’d earned, the soldiers continued to use it anyway (overuse it, really), and it’d started to grow on you (though you still found it rather silly.)

You still remembered the day you’d been dubbed, “Princess.” It was your fourth time in one week, bringing home an animal to the base, and it wasn’t even your fault. Your entire childhood, animals had been drawn to you, and it seemed that none of that had changed in your adulthood. It wasn’t like you purposely brought them along with you, they just…followed wherever you went. The first day you’d settled into the dorms, you’d tracked bees inside. No one had thought much of it at first, as you had brought flowers to brighten up your living space. The second time, a raccoon had trailed in behind you, eager to make its home beneath your bed. The third time, you’d come home with bags upon bags of clothes from your latest shopping spree, and when a bag slipped from your arms, a stray dog had caught it and walked it back to base for you. Soon, it became a running joke that the next time you tracked in an animal, it’d be a horse, as the animals you attracted seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in size. Or maybe this was how they discovered unicorns really existed, was when it sauntered in beside you after your next outing.

It was honestly a wonder how you hadn’t been crowned “Princess” sooner, when your Defense Force exam was only made memorable because a flock of crows had suddenly flooded the arena during the test, working to distract the Kaiju while you took them out, one by one. It was even more peculiar that crows weren’t local to that area, and even if they had been, that would not have been the season to see them.

Either way, as bizarre as these events were, you had never deemed them a result of any particular skill on your part. You just assumed it was pure coincidence that animals were drawn to you. Maybe you had an attractive scent; that couldn’t be helped.

It wasn’t until you started showing up to battle with an animal by your side -completely unprompted- that you thought to yourself, maybe you were what they called an animal whisperer. You could coo to the birds and call them to your aid, you could click your tongue and the moles would burrow out of the ground, you could whistle to the wolves and they’d bound to your side, even the snakes (as stubborn and self serving as they were) answered to your every beck and call. At this point, it seemed there was no beast alive that you couldn’t tame. Or man, for that matter.

And recently, you’d had your eye on one Vice Captain Hoshina of the Defense Force’s Third Division.

While you had eventually, begrudgingly accepted the title of “Princess” (after weeks of scrunching up your nose and wrinkling your brows at the name), you’d never had any real desire for the name to grace your ears. That is, until you fell in love with the Vice Captain, the one person who did not use your ridiculous nickname. And now, after having been accustomed to the pet name (being smothered with it, really), you developed a sudden longing for him to one day take you by the hand, look deep into your eyes, and whisper to you lovingly, “Princess,” as though it were a name only he could bestow. It was all you could think about. He was all you could think about.

It wasn’t difficult in the slightest to fall completely and totally in love with him. Not at all. While you had long proven yourself an asset to the Defense Force, you still remember the days when your every achievement was attributed solely to your animal help on the field. Hoshina was the first person to acknowledge that, while you’d had help, it’d been due to your skill and your skill alone that you achieved what you did. Making an impossible shot, your bullets piercing through a kaiju core with exact precision, even despite the flock of animals crowding around your shot- that accomplishment was the result of your tireless effort and dedication to honing your craft, and the recognition and rewards for such a talent belonged to you and you only. The animals may have done their part, but at the end of the day, it was you firing the shot, you ending the fight before lives could be lost, you saving the day. And you were invaluable to him.

Of course, you longed to be more than just an asset to him.

If he wasn’t interested in you, it wasn't for lack of trying on your part. You noticed he always got up early to go for a run, so you’d join him on his runs. Every single day, without fail, you’d jog up to him, saying, “Fancy meeting you here,” like it was pure coincidence that you just so happened to be up at the crack of dawn even though you’d never woken up so early in your entire life, and you just so happened to run along the same path as him at the same time as him and the same pace as him. He’d laugh. Play along. Every single day, without fail, “What a coincidence,” He’d say with a grin. Some days, you wouldn’t talk much. You’d simply keep pace beside each other, enjoying the crisp, fresh air as your breaths painted clouds of white into the morning sky, and it’d be enough. Other days, he’d acknowledge that he knew you were coming. He’d hand you an extra bottle of water because he’d brought two. He’d pull out his portable speaker because you kept asking him what he was listening to on these runs. Sometimes, if you were late, you’d find him stretching on a nearby bench, and when you’d ask him why he hadn’t started his run yet, he’d raise an eyebrow to you like it was only obvious. He was waiting for you. Of course he was waiting for you. But was it just because he was used to you? Being his running partner didn’t mean you were anything else to him.

So you’d snag seats by him on the transport to the battlefield. Ask if he’d gotten a chance to eat lunch or dinner before the alarm had gone off. If he said yes, you’d tease him for not sharing. If he said no, you’d slip him a snack. He’d nod his head in thanks, and tell you, with a playful grin, that he’d protect your gift with his life. You’d tell him to worry about protecting himself. Tell him that if he slipped up in combat and you ended up having to go on your morning runs by yourself, you’d strangle his ghost. He’d give a little chuckle, and then make his lighthearted promises to you that he’d do his best to remain in one piece. You wondered if he’d ever promise you anything else.

But life went on, your relationship with him progressed at a snail’s pace, and the Third Division remained as rowdy as ever. You discovered that their latest source of entertainment was a betting pool. About you.

It’d become common knowledge on base that wherever you were, the animals followed. Even if you made a trip overseas, they were sure that some sort of whale or shark or dolphin would accompany you on your journey. So they began to place their bets on what animal would make their appearance during your next march into battle.

Haruichi mused that perhaps you’d appear with a fox by your side.

Iharu swore that a fox was too meager, and you were more likely to show up with a bear bounding behind you.

Ichikawa ruminated that it was possible a peacock would be your next companion.

Kafka bellowed with laughter, telling them all that they were thinking too small. He was sure you’d find some way to will dragons into existence and bend them to your command.

Platoon Leader Nakanoshima chided them all for being childish, but inside, she was hoping you’d bring home a kitten next time.

Everyone had their guesses and though you found them outlandish, you were curious to hear what Hoshina’s prediction was.

“Any thoughts, Vice Captain?”

He raised an amused brow to you. “Thoughts? On the betting pool? You’re really buying into what everyone is saying? That you’re some sort of animal goddess with the power to commune with nature?”

“No, of course not!” Your cheeks burst into flames. “That….that would just be stupid…” You grumbled to yourself, a slight pout on your lips, as you turned away from him.

He leaned into your field of view once more, head cocked, a cheeky grin dashed across his face. “I see, I see. So you were hoping to be some sort of deity after all.”

“I would never-!”

“Pufferfish.”

Your thoughts halted in their tracks. “A what??”

He grinned slyly. “You heard me. Bring a pufferfish next time.”

“To a BATTLEFIELD??? On LAND???”

He shrugged innocently, but his eyes sparkled with mirth. “I dunno, maybe you could blow it up big and hang it on a string, like it’s a balloon, or something,”

“You really are just teasing me, Hoshina!”

“I would never.”

“You told me that you found a shortcut on our little running trail the other day and led me straight through mud.” You made a show out of glaring at him.

He burst into laughter, shoulders quaking as he wiped tears from his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d believe me! We’ve run that path so much, I thought you’d know there was no shortcut. And besides, that’s more of a prank and less of a tease, so your argument is invalid.”

You would’ve fired back at him. Would’ve combat his teasing with a witty rebuttal. Maybe you would’ve even feigned upset and pretended to give him the cold shoulder just so he’d beg you to understand that he was just joking and he would never be so careless with your feelings. But you never got the chance to.

The red alarm went off.

Hoshina’s lax demeanor instantly went rigid, solemnity crossing over his face as he popped his comms in to receive a report of the situation. You zipped up your suit as you watched him nod his head in response to the report. He gestured for you to follow him as he made his way to the door.

“Honju. Ruins outside of town.” He mouthed to you.

You kept pace with him as he began speeding towards the transport, tying your hair up into a ponytail on the way. Along the way, the two of you collected soldiers, updating them on the situation as you all rushed to pull your gear together.

The atmosphere should’ve been tense, the adrenaline buzzing, the fear of death lurking around the corner, the fear of failing your country looming in the air. But it wasn’t. Not when you were around. Your fellow officers raced to catch up to you, whispering to each other, “So did you bet on cougar or coyote this time?” They’d snicker to each other as they made their arguments on which situation was more likely.

Even Hoshina couldn’t help but notice the lighthearted environment. “That’s enough chit chat, everyone in your vehicles now. And besides…I’m betting on a phoenix.” He winked and then hopped in the truck.

A phoenix??? Now he was on team mythical?? You groaned to yourself as you slunk in beside him. “You’re really setting the bar high, you know that?” You grumbled under your breath.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear. “If anyone can do it, it’s you... Princess.”

Your heart choked on its own rhythm, stuttering to a stop. He said it. He really, actually, truly fucking said it. And by god, you were not prepared in the slightest. Was the room spinning? Was the air increasingly thin? Had the sun filed in behind all the soldiers and made camp in this truck? Why were you sweltering and shivering all at once?

He bit back a laugh, opting instead to clear his throat into his fist. “Cat got your tongue?”

“P-pufferfish.” You mumbled meekly. “Thought you…wanted a pufferfish.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, chest shuddering, as he attempted to swallow down his own laughter. You were adorable, how else was he supposed to describe it? And how the hell was he supposed to contain himself? And in a truck full of people, no less. He was lucky they were all distracted with placing their bets, because he couldn’t help sneaking a look at your rose-tinted cheeks and it sent his heart into overdrive.

He might’ve reached out to caress them or pinch them, anything to touch them, and soothe his sanity. But then the truck stopped.

“Time to move out.” He ordered.

The soldiers spilled out of the car, and you were left to stumble behind them. Hoshina glanced back at you, suddenly aware that he’d left you all too dazed, and he immediately regretted teasing you so close to battle. He instructed a Platoon Leader to take you into their care, assigning their squad to the very back of the line. On any other day, you might’ve felt offended that he was benching you. But today, you hadn’t even noticed. How could you, when your heart was sprinting in dizzying circles in your chest? Could you even remember how to breathe? Did you remember what oxygen was? Sheer muscle memory allowed you to lock and load your gun, but your heart had no previous practice with gallivanting through sunny meadows and rainbowed skies. By the time you even realized what platoon you’d been assigned to, Hoshina was long gone.

He had rushed to the front lines, as he often did, slashing a path through his every foe with ease, until he reached his designated target. There it stood, hulking and howling, a Honju with a wolvish appearance- a beast among beasts. Hoshina noted to himself that it must have been the Alpha of the pack, as every bark and grunt appeared to be individual commands given to the Yoju that were currently swarming his comrades. He’d be sure to take it out quickly; he had to disrupt their chain of command. After all, he’d never forgive himself if even one of them caused any harm to you. Even as the last line of defense, you were still much too close to the battle for his liking. He trusted your skills, but he rebuked himself for the state he’d left you in. He’d be sure to finish this battle soon, and rush back to your side for a celebratory beer.

But even with all his talent, Hoshina was reminded that there was no such thing as a sure victory in battle. When he had decided to engage the Honju in battle, he had expected it to react much like a Kaiju would. He would attack and, having nothing but primal instincts to guide it, the Honju should respond in kind, bearing its fangs in retaliation. And, of course, it did at first. Hoshina’s blades clashed with its claws, weapons that somehow rivaled his own in both integrity and ferocity, and for a moment, it appeared as though it were anyone’s battle to win, with both sides equally as charged and tenacious. But it quickly became evident that Hoshina was stronger. And after a couple of fiery exchanges, the beast made the decision to retreat, its more animalistic nature winning out over its monstrous nature. Wolves, after all, hunt in packs and, even as the leader, a lone wolf is smart enough to know when to withdraw.

Hoshina pursued its quickly fleeing figure but it was to no avail. Even tracking it did no good, and he eventually made the decision to rejoin his officers in the field, clearing out the remaining Yoju. By the time the battle was over, he had almost been able to forget the humiliating draw between him and the Honju. That is, until Okonogi chimed in on his comms.

“Vice Captain, picking up one remaining Honju on the field, sir.”

He shook his head in frustration. “System must be acting up, Okonogi. I watched it retreat myself. It’s long gone by now.”

“No, sir. The readings are accurate. It’s still on the field.”

Hot blood surged through his veins. “Where?” He demanded.

“Sector Bravo.”

In an instant, his blood ran cold. Bravo. That was your sector. The end of the defensive line. “Okonogi, get me a sitrep on all officers in Sector Bravo. Is everyone accounted for?” His heart thundered in his chest as he sped through alleyways and burst through ruined buildings, all the while, listening to her rattle off each individual officer’s status. He couldn’t very well tell her that no one’s status but yours mattered.

“And finally, Officer L/N. Vitals normal.”

His breathing evened.

“But she appears to be secluded from the rest of the officers.”

His chest tightened. “She what??”

“For some reason, she’s in an abandoned part of the map.” Okonogi reported.

What on god’s earth were you doing out there alone?? His already-rapid pace increased even further. “Get me a status on the Honju.”

“It’s…oh. OH.”

“Okonogi-” He hissed.

“It’s closing in on her as we speak, Vice Captain-!”

She’d barely finished her sentence when he rocketed ahead, renewed strength and renewed desperation propelling him forward.

No, no, no, no. He hadn’t even asked your favorite genre of music, hadn’t asked if you ever minded always listening to his. He hadn’t asked you if you wanted to go with him to see the new, upcoming movie. He hadn’t asked you if you even liked animals or if you just somehow always got stuck with them. He hadn’t asked your deepest fears or your sincerest wishes. He hadn’t gotten to know you as well as he’d wanted. And most importantly…he hadn’t told you how he felt.

Right now, all he felt was panic. Terror. Anxiety.

He heard that familiar growl again and it sent his stomach spiraling into a knot. Why wasn’t he faster? Why wouldn’t his feet obey him? Why couldn’t he simply sprout wings and fly???

Then he heard your laugh.

He stumbled into the clearing just in time to see you, rubbing the wolf’s belly.

“Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are. Yes, you are! You’re not so scary now, are you? Just a lil hungry. Just a lil hungry baby. Have something for you, sweetie pie.” You yanked a nearby, rusted stop sign out of the ground and waved it back and forth.

Eyes lighting up, the Honju lunged forward.

Hoshina’s feet reacted before his mind did and he was at your side in a split second, swords at the ready, eager to spill the Kaiju’s organs all over the pavement.

But the Honju didn’t attack you. He simply gnawed on the “stick” you’d given him as a treat.

“Oh, Hoshina, you’re here. Hey.”

He blinked. ‘Hey?’ That was all he got? He literally broke the sound barrier, rushing to your aid, and he got a simple, ‘Hey?’

“Hoshina- meet Spot. Spot, meet my Vice Captain.”

His jaw dropped and shattered on the ground. “You NAMED it??”

You gave a sheepish laugh. “Well…I couldn’t very well kill it. Not when he’s being such a good boy for me. Aren’t you?”

As if in response, the wolf flopped onto its back once again, eager for more belly rubs, its wagging tail stirring up dirt.

Hoshina waved away the dust, coughing. “He’s not a ‘good boy.’ He tried to kill me.”

“But that was then. This is now. Can’t you just let this one Kaiju off the hook?”

Disbelief, shock, and indignation warred within him. But in the end, he fell victim to your glimmering eyes and your perfectly pouted lips. He sighed. “I…I suppose the… the Captain has her own kaiju pet so…it wouldn’t be completely inconceivable for you to…also have one.” His shoulders slumped in defeat.

Your eyes lit up like fireworks. “Really?? Oh- you’re the absolute best, Soshiro!” Excitement overtaking any sense of rationality, you threw your arms around him and squeezed him tight.

It wasn’t until he was properly snuggled into your embrace that you realized the gravity of what you’d said. And done.

“S…Soshiro?” He asked weakly.

Your arms froze around his waist. “I…I meant...Hosh…Vice…I…”

His body began to quiver and you wondered if you’d really upset him to the point of being so shaken with rage. But then he rested his forehead against your shoulder, laughter tumbling out of his lips. “You really just skipped straight to first names like it was nothing,” He gasped out in between fits of laughter.

You bit your lip, having no choice but to endure the shame and humiliation.

He finally stopped laughing enough to pull back and look at you, amusement painted clearly across his features. “Cat got your tongue?” He repeated his earlier words. “Princess.”

And there it was again. That same, overwhelming flood of crimson that rushed to the surface of your skin, enveloping every inch of your face. This time, even the tips of your ears had begun to dye themselves in the similar shade of rouge.

“Aww. How cute. Fearless in the face of monsters, but speechless when it comes to me. Why is that?” His voice danced with that familiar, teasing tone.

You attempted to shrink away from him but he caught you by the waist.

“No running away from me now, Princess.” His tone suddenly dropped, his words a low purr. “Tell me. What’s got you so worked up?”

“If you’re asking me things like that, you already know.” You grumbled in complaint. He chuckled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’ll have to enlighten me.”

“I like you. Stupid Soshiro.” You crossed your arms emphatically.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

“I said you’re stupid, Soshiro!”

He pressed his lips to yours, his taste intermingling with yours as he deepened the kiss. “And…” He pulled away, leaving you entranced, “What was it you said before that?”

“...like you. Stupid.” You repeated meekly.

“Could’ve done without the stupid,” He grinned, “But I like you too. My princess.” He dipped his head down to smother his whispered words against the soft swell of your lips once again. And then he kept kissing you until your lips were chapped, until there was no question about his feelings for you.

You’d never been too fond of your nickname before, but somehow, someway, whenever he murmured it the way he did, in that sickeningly sweet tone of his, as he buried his lips in yours, somehow- you felt like royalty.

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sugardollcurse · 2 days ago

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hi!! how are you? hope you're having a good week!

i love your fics so much i felt need to make a request🤍 (my first one ever hahaha) of course take your time and do it when you can. i'm sorry if it's confusing, this is my first time doing this:

it would basically be Paul being completely smitten with reader and not being able to keep his hands off her (she loves it of course, they're both drunk in love). he is constantly telling everyone how in love he is. the thing is reader isn't used to that behavior because her exes have always played it cool, avoiding commitment and keeping the relationship secret, so maybe she's confused?

anyway, thanks so much for your writing, you really have talent! hope you can see this! 🥰

-🐝

𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕 | paul mccartney x fem!reader

𐙚 summary ; paul doesn’t know how to love you quietly, and frankly, he doesn’t want to. he’s falling hard and everyone knows it. the only problem? you’ve never been loved like this before.

𐙚 note ; ...what a delectable little request you’ve brought to my doorstep… also, i’m having a lovely week! i hope you are as well ♡

You first noticed it during lunch.

You’d only been together a few weeks, nothing serious yet... not officially, not out loud. But there you were, tucked in the booth beside Paul at a café near the studio, and he was sat so close you could feel his smile before you saw it.

“Tell them what you said last night,” he said, nudging you with his knee. “Y’know, that bit about the red coat. I thought it was dead clever.”

You blinked. “It wasn’t anything, just-”

“It was though.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “Don’t be modest now. She’s got a way with words, this one. Proper poetic.”

George raised an eyebrow. “She sayin’ poetry about your coat, Paul, or are you just tryin’ to flatter her into writin’ your next song?”

Paul looked offended. “Oi. I am flattered by her, thank you very much.”

Ringo snorted into his tea. John gave you a smirk like he was watching a sitcom unfold. But Paul just took your hand under the table and laced his fingers through yours like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

You weren’t used to that.

You’d had boyfriends before. The kind who’d change the subject when someone asked who you were. The kind who’d say cool it if you reached for their hand in public. Who never once introduced you as anything but a friend.

Paul had already called you my girl five times this week, and it was only Wednesday.

━━

The clinginess wasn’t needy. It was… tethering.

Whenever he walked into a room, his first instinct was to find you. His second was to put his hand somewhere on you. Your shoulder, your back, your thigh. Just to know you were there. Just to let you know he was.

One night, you were all at George and Pattie's place for drinks. You’d gone off to help in the kitchen, and when you came back, Paul was halfway through telling a story.

“-and she just walks right up to the bloke, says, ‘Is that your idea of subtle?’ And he froze. I swear, I’ve never seen someone go that red in my life.”

You paused in the doorway. “You’re telling stories about me?”

Paul lit up the moment he saw you. “Of course I am.”

You shook your head, but he was already reaching for you, patting his lap. “C’mere.”

“I can sit on the couch like a normal person.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I like you here.”

You sat, only because his eyes were all soft and hopeful like that, and he wrapped his arms around your waist like a child clinging to a stuffed animal.

John made a face. "You're so in love, it's disgusting."

Paul just kissed your shoulder without breaking eye contact. “You’d be lucky to feel it, mate.”

Your breath hitched at that.

You weren’t used to that kind of love, spoken out loud, worn on sleeves, pressed into skin like it belonged there.

━━

When the two of you were alone, it was worse.

Well, better. But also worse.

Paul didn’t know how to not touch you. He’d wander up behind you while you were brushing your teeth and drape himself over your back like a second skin. He’d lie in bed staring at you like you were made of stars. He kissed your forehead like it was a compulsion.

One morning, you stirred awake to find him already looking at you.

“What?” you whispered, voice still rough from sleep.

He smiled, sleepy-eyed and soft. “M’sorry, just… you’re dead lovely like this.”

You blinked at him. “Like what?”

“All sleepy. S’quiet moment, innit?” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Makes me wanna marry you.”

You stared.

He laughed immediately. “Sorry, too much? I’m always sayin’ too much, I know-”

“No,” you said, too fast. “It’s not that.”

He frowned gently. “Then what?”

You hesitated.

Then: “You… say things like that so easily. Like it’s nothing.”

He blinked. “It’s not nothin’. I mean it.”

“Yeah, but…” You sat up, pulling the blanket with you. “Most people don’t.”

Paul pushed himself up beside you, brows furrowed. “You talkin’ about them old blokes again?”

You bit your lip.

He tilted his head. “They didn’t say nice things to you, then?”

“They didn’t say anything. Not in public. Not around friends. They’d act like we weren’t even together.”

Paul’s eyes dimmed a little.

“Wouldn’t hold your hand?” he asked, incredulous.

You shook your head.

Paul scoffed. “No offence, love, but they sound like right pillocks.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I just… I don’t know what to do with someone like you.”

He softened immediately, scooting closer, hands resting gently on your thighs. “Then don’t do anything. Just let me.”

You blinked.

Paul smiled, slow and certain. “Let me love you loud.”

You felt something warm unfurl in your chest. Something terrifying, but good.

“And if I can’t match that yet?”

He reached for your hand. “Then I’ll be the loud one till you can. I’ll wait. I’ve got nothin’ but time for you, love.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed.

He kissed your knuckles, featherlight. “Alright?”

You nodded, heart thundering.

He tugged you gently back toward the pillows, curling himself around you.

“Y’don’t have to do owt but stay, alright? That’s it. That’s the gig.”

You pressed your face to his chest. “Okay.”

He grinned against your hair.

“And I’m not just sayin’ that ‘cause you’re fit.”

“Paul.”

“Or ‘cause your legs look incredible in my shirt-”

“Paul.”

He laughed, full-bellied and happy. “What? Just bein’ honest!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling.

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rekino2114 · 3 days ago

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Hello! Could I please request Makima cooking dinner for M!Reader and their child Nayuta, only when she goes to call them for dinner, she finds the reader asleep on the sofa with Nayuta on his lap? Nayuta could also be asleep or trying to wake her father up.

Thank you either way, and keep up the great writing!

A/n:this was supposed a quick post but I ended up getting into writing it a lot but tbh I always get into writing the nayuta daughter au a lot cause I love it. I know this wasn't exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it

Makima:darling, nayuta, dinner is ready! Come and eat

[Makima waits for a bit before she tilts her head in confusion]

Makima:darling? It's ready

[After even more time, she stands up and starts searching the house for you and your daughter]

Makima:y/n? Nayuta? Where are you?

[Eventually she stops when she finds nayuta curled up in a ball in the hallway]

Makima:oh sweetie, dinner is-.......wait are you crying?

Nayuta:....*sniffles* m-mommy!

Makima:w-what happened?

Nayuta:DADDY IS DEAD!

[Hearing this makima's face immediately darkens as her heart drops]

Makima:..........w-what?

Nayuta:look!

[Nayuta starts dragging her mom to the living room where you're there.......sleeping on the couch]

Makima:.............

Nayuta:..*starts crying* DADDY'S DEAAAAAD!!!!

[Makima blinks then starts giggling]

Makima:nayuta, sweetie, he's just sleeping

Nayuta:B-BUT I TRIED TO WAKE HIM UP AND IT DIDN'T WORK!!!

[Your daughter walks up to the couch and pokes your cheek repeatedly which fails in waking you up]

Nayuta:LOOK!!!

Makima:dad is just really tired because he had a really hard mission

Nayuta:R-really?

Makima:yes he's just tired, I'll wake him up now

[Makima goes on the couch too and starts softly stroking your hair and whispering in your ear]

Makima:darling, it's time for dinner, can you wake up for me?

[You slowly start to wake up and see your wife smiling at you]

Makima:good morning love, are you well rested?

Y/n:o-oh did I sleep for too long? Sorry makima

Makima:it's alright darling, I know you're tired but there was someone who took it not that well

Y/n:oh really? What hap-

[You're suddenly silenced by nayuta tackling you into a hug......well as much as her small body could tackle yours]

Nayuta:i-*sniffle* I thought you were dead! You worried me so much daddy! *sniffles* you're so mean!!!

[You instantly hug nayuta back and pet her head]

Y/n:calm down yuta, I'm never leaving you

Nayuta:p-promise?

Y/n:yes I promise

Nayuta:.........ok.......sorry daddy

Y/n:it's alright, now go and sit for dinner ok?

[She nods and leaves as you sigh and look back at makima]

Y/n:was I really asleep for that long?

Makima:Well......yes

Y/n:sorry, I'm just really exhausted, that devil was really tough to fight

Makima:don't worry darling, it's not your fault, let's go eat now and later I'll give you cuddles so you can relax

Y/n:Thanks you're the best

[You and makima kiss and then you start going towards the kitchen but you see she doesn't move]

Y/n:Is everything OK makima?

Makima:.....yes y/n, sorry I know it's kinda silly but......I got a bit worried too

Y/n:really?

Makima:oh please don't worry about it, everything is fine now

[You smile and go to hug makima too]

Y/n:You know i'm not leaving you either right? Never

Makima:...........thank you

Y/n:it's nothing, let's go eat now ok? I'm really hungry so I can't wait for whatever delicious meal you prepared

Makima:I'm glad you're excited I'm sure you'll love it

[You two kiss one last time and go to the kitchen to eat together and have a great time]

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asce-of-hearts · 2 days ago

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Could I request Itachi or Sasuke with 🐕 Once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go, 🍁 You belong to me and only me and 🦔 Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone. If it can be only one you can choose any of the ones I chose. thank you

Grievance

Contents: Yandere!Itachi with prompts: 🐕🍁🦔

more Itachi content here

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.

A scroll is delivered to your doorstep. You recognize the handwriting.

"My dearest ___,

Do not alert of my presence to anyone. I know I'm a bad man, I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but in truth, I don't care too much about that. What I do care for is my wish to see you, and to fulfill a promise I made a long time ago, when I was something entirely different to the monster I am today.

Please, do not be afraid. I do not wish to hurt you or your family. I only wish to see you once more. Although, I feel obligated to warn you, once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go.

Sincerely yours,

Itachi"

Your eyes grow damp at those words. Itachi seems like a stranger to you in that moment. The man who killed his clan and left, disappearing in the night. You remember him, you remember how he didn't leave without saying goodbye. You remember he told you to not mind the stench of blood that plagued him in that moment, that he told you to stay quiet, and to wait, because he would be back for you.

That promise seems so distant. And even so, when you read those words, you can't help but hope he comes back soon.

The night is cold, summer heat transitioning into autumn coolness. And the moon is full, and your hopes are slowly getting crushed. Why would he come back? He hasn't been near you in years, and now all of the sudden he's interested in seeing you once more? Foolish. You're a foolish girl for believing a man like him, a criminal, a murderer, a... a sight for sore eyes.

"You came." As soon as those words leave your lips you throw yourself in his arms. You don't care if he might stab you and kill you in that moment, you can only think of his warmth and his love and his promises. He came back, he really did. He's standing there, tall and menacing, in the middle of your room.

"I'm a man of my word," He whispers, his lips pressing against yours in a firm caress. And you cling to him, afraid he might be an ilussion, that he might dissapear in any moment. His red eyes darken, going back to the dark grey you grew so familiar with. "I would never lie to you, ___." He cups your face with his hands, rougher and more calloused than you remember them, his expression serious. "But... It's time for us to leave, ___. We can't stay here for much longer."

"Eh? But you just arrived? And... leave... us?" You are confused, and he only gives you an indulgent smile in response, as enigmatic as always.

"I cannot leave you here on your own. I cannot leave you here knowning you might be promised to someone else one day. You're beautiful, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And to think... to think some other man could have you, I can't stand the thought," His grip on your face tightens just enough for you to feel a little scared. "You belong to me and only me."

Your expression clouds with something akin to anger, and you don't know what to say without blowing up.

"You disappeared for years, Itachi. You have done... unspeakable things," You exhale, a dark, shaky chuckle leaving your lips. "And now... after years of letters as the only confirmation that you were still alive. You... you want to take me with you? Why?"

"Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone." He's being blunt, sincere. "I would rather destroy this village before letting you be wedded to another useless man who won't be able to care for you, to protect you, to do things like I could."

"And what if I refuse?" You say, and his gaze softens, eyes glowing red once more.

"I'm afraid you don't have that choice, my love."

hope you enjoyed this!!!!!!!!

have a great day/night

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amethystarachnid · 3 days ago

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Thankyou so much for writing my request CHAOS & CONFETTI... I still can't believe it... I'm crying rn!!😭 That was very cute & lovely including the title! (exactly what I wanted) I hope it wasn't boring or bothersome for you to write it 😟

Can you please write a part 2 for it? Tony & y/n settle into their marriage and fight over something one day and somehow Bucky becomes the mediator and does his best to to solve it for them and again somehow becomes the third wheel when they make up🤣 and in the end y/n announces to all the avengers that she's pregnant with twins? (Ofcourse you can write it only if you want to and only if you have time. No rush no pressure!☺️) Sending loads of loveeeee!❤️

CHAOS & CONFETTI - Part 2

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: tiny but of fluff, lots of angst, fluff is back

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.1k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): emotional arguments, silent treatment / emotional distancing, crying / emotional breakdowns, jealousy, hints of emotional neglect (you asked for angst and I angst delivered)

ᯓ★ Part 1

ᯓ★ Blind Trope Game - thank you for 800 followers!

ᯓ★ Love is in the air - Valentine's Day special game

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

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A few weeks after the honeymoon, married life settles into something that doesn’t feel entirely real yet. Not because it’s bad—it’s not—but because it still catches you both off guard sometimes. The way Tony says “wife” like he’s still tasting it. The way you write “Stark” on forms without thinking. The way the world didn’t suddenly shift because you got married, but it did anyway, in small ways.

You come home from grocery shopping and Tony has labeled every snack in the pantry with sticky notes that say “do not touch,” “I will know,” and “back off—married privilege.”

You label them all back with “mine now,” and he acts betrayed for an hour until you kiss his neck and steal his chips anyway.

There are moments that are ridiculously sweet. Like the morning he wakes up before you—an actual miracle—and makes pancakes. Bad ones. Flat and uneven. But he stacks them on a plate and draws a little heart in syrup and proudly presents them like they’re gourmet.

You eat every bite. He beams. You both pretend not to notice the batter on the ceiling.

Then there are the less glamorous parts.

You argue. Not loud or dramatic, but sharp. Over dishes. Over Tony leaving tools in the kitchen. Over you forgetting to mute your alarm for the third time in a row. Over stupid things, things that mean nothing but feel like everything in the moment.

One night you yell at him because he forgot to tell you a team meeting got rescheduled, and you showed up alone to an empty conference room. He shrugs, says it slipped his mind. You snap. He snaps. Then you’re both in silence, backs to each other in bed, angry without really knowing why.

In the morning, he leaves a note on the bathroom mirror.

Still learning. Sorry. I love you. (Also, don’t forget that meeting at 10.)

You text him I love you too and buy his favorite coffee on the way home.

The thing is, marriage doesn’t fix things. It doesn’t make people perfect. But it does make you want to try harder.

Tony tries. He tries more than you expected. He writes reminders on his hand. He asks how your day was and actually listens. He puts his work down to join you for dinner. Sometimes you catch him just staring at your ring when you’re talking, like he still can’t believe it’s real.

You start leaving notes in his lab. Sometimes sweet. Sometimes silly. Sometimes just drawings of hearts or random doodles. He collects them. Tapes them to a wall. Calls it the “reason-to-not-blow-up-the-world corner.”

He still sneaks into bed at 3 a.m. sometimes, reeking of oil and caffeine. You grumble and pull him in anyway.

There are new routines. Movie nights on Fridays with popcorn and bad sci-fi. Sunday mornings spent half-awake, tangled in blankets, trading kisses and soft jokes. Grocery trips where Tony insists on buying ten boxes of cereal and argues with a six-year-old in the snack aisle over the last box of fruit snacks.

There are also interruptions. Missions that drag one of you away for days. Press interviews. Training. Real-life things. But even then, the first thing you both do when you're back is reach for each other. Like magnets. Like instinct.

You start getting used to the small things. The toothbrush you now share a drawer with. The way Tony always leaves one sock on the floor no matter how many times you ask him not to. The way he holds your hand in elevators, even if it's just you two.

One night, during a rare lull in chaos, you both end up on the rooftop. You’re in sweats. He’s in an old hoodie. There’s leftover takeout between you and city lights stretched far beyond.

“You ever think about how this is it?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“This. Us. Life now.”

You nod. “A lot.”

He leans back on his elbows, looking up at the sky. “I used to think being with someone meant sacrificing stuff. Freedom, time, your... I don’t know. Identity.”

You glance at him. “Do you feel like you gave something up?”

“No,” he says immediately. “That’s the weird part. I feel like I got more. Like everything I was doing before was... incomplete.”

You smile, quiet. “Same.”

He looks at you. “You make it feel less like a life I built to protect myself from the world, and more like a life I actually want to live in.”

“That’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“I’ve got more if you want ‘em.”

You lean into his side. “Save it. I want to pace myself.”

He wraps an arm around you, and for a while, you sit like that—watching the lights, holding onto each other, married not just in name but in the thousand quiet decisions that add up to love.

There’s still a long way to go. Still mornings where you argue over coffee filters. Still nights where one of you is too tired to talk. Still habits to unlearn, and new ones to build.

But there are also morning kisses. Shared playlists. Stupid inside jokes. A life you’re choosing every single day.

You never expected it to be perfect.

But it’s yours.

And it’s more than enough.

---

It starts small. Like it always does.

You don’t even remember what the first thing was. Something dumb. Something about him skipping a meeting he said he’d go to. Or maybe it was you canceling dinner with him because a mission got extended. You’re both tired, busy, stretched thinner than usual, and the words don’t come out right.

Tony makes a joke—sarcastic, sharp. You don’t laugh. You respond with something clipped. He rolls his eyes. You cross your arms. There’s a pause, one of those quiet ones where you could both still back down. Could still walk it back.

But you don’t.

“You said you’d be there,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your voice even.

Tony doesn’t look up from the tablet he’s halfheartedly pretending to read. “Yeah, well, things happen. Get over it.”

That does it.

You step forward, arms folded. “Excuse me?”

“I said get over it,” he says without looking at you. “God, do we need to turn every little thing into a debate now?”

You stare at him, stunned. “Every little thing? So me caring that you bailed on something important is just a littlething?”

He finally looks up, and his expression already has that defensive tilt you know too well. “It’s not like I was out partying. I was working. On our stuff. For us. Sorry if I don’t have time to play dress-up for a PR shoot.”

Your jaw clenches. “It wasn’t just PR. It was a joint appearance. You said you’d be there. I sat there for two hours answering questions we both were supposed to handle.”

He shrugs. Shrugs.

That shrug hits harder than if he’d screamed.

“I’m not perfect,” he says, voice low and flat. “You knew that when you married me.”

“Oh, don’t you dare pull that.”

He stands, finally. “Then what do you want from me? To grovel? To admit I suck? Fine. I suck. Happy now?”

You blink hard, trying not to let the sting behind your eyes show. “No. I’m not happy. That’s the point.”

Silence falls like a brick wall between you.

And for the first time since the wedding, neither of you reaches for the other.

Tony exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. “I need to go cool off.”

You don’t stop him. Just stand there as he leaves the room, barefoot, angry, shoulders stiff. You don’t know where he goes. You don’t follow. You’re not sure if you should.

It’s hours later when he comes back. You’re in bed already. The lights are off. You hear him pause in the doorway. Hear him move around the room slowly, like he’s trying not to disturb you.

You face the wall. You don’t say a word.

Neither does he.

He gets into bed carefully, the mattress dipping slightly. You feel the space between your bodies like it’s a canyon. Normally, he’d curl around you, kiss the back of your shoulder, mumble something ridiculous or soft or sweet.

Tonight, he doesn’t.

He turns off the last lamp, and the room is dark.

You lie there, eyes wide open, heart aching.

Married life isn’t always easy. You knew that. You just didn’t think the silence would hurt more than the words did.

---

The next morning, the silence follows you both like a shadow.

Tony is already out of bed when you wake up. No note. No coffee waiting. Not even the sarcastic “Morning, sunshine” he throws your way on the worst days. You lie there for a minute, eyes fixed on the ceiling, wondering if last night really happened or if your brain’s just playing reruns of something worse.

But no, it happened. All of it. Every word, every sharp tone, every slammed door.

You shower slowly, drag your feet through the motions, and throw on clothes without thinking. There’s a brunch with the team—something Natasha insisted on after the last chaotic mission. “No business talk, no suits, just food,” she’d said. “You two lovebirds better show up or I’m hunting you down.”

You almost cancel. You almost text her some excuse, blame it on exhaustion, fake a headache. But Tony’s going. You know that much. And the thought of him being there without you, laughing and joking like nothing’s wrong, leaves a pit in your stomach.

So you go.

The restaurant is one of those rooftop ones downtown, with string lights and too many plants and a view of the skyline that’s almost aggressively pretty. The team is already gathered around a long table when you arrive—Natasha, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Bruce, and... Bucky. Because of course he’s there.

You spot Tony instantly. He’s at the far end of the table, sunglasses on even though they’re sitting in the shade. He’s talking to Bruce about something that looks tech-related. He doesn’t glance your way.

You sit down between Wanda and Sam. They both greet you with easy smiles, but they fade quickly when they catch your expression.

“You okay?” Wanda asks under her breath.

You nod. “Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either.

Conversation flows around you, but you only catch bits and pieces. Bruce is explaining some AI thing. Natasha’s teasing Sam about a video she found of him singing karaoke. Steve is trying and failing to understand brunch menus.

Tony laughs at something Steve says. It’s small, just a soft sound, but it slices right through you.

He hasn’t laughed with you since before the fight.

Across the table, Bucky watches you. Not in a judging way, not smug. Just quiet. Perceptive. Like he’s putting puzzle pieces together one blink at a time.

You reach for your mimosa and drink it like it might dull the ache in your chest.

Halfway through the meal, Tony stands up to grab another coffee from the bar. You look up without meaning to. He doesn’t look back. His shoulders are tense. He runs a hand through his hair while waiting for the drink, and for a second, you wonder if he slept at all.

“You two okay?” Bucky asks, finally, voice low but not unkind.

You blink at him. “What?”

“You and Stark,” he says, nodding toward Tony. “You haven’t looked at each other once. It’s weird.”

“We’re fine,” you say automatically.

He doesn’t press. Just gives you that look—level, understanding, with just enough skepticism to make you feel transparent.

“Sometimes people fight,” he says, tearing a piece of toast. “Doesn’t mean it’s over. Just means you give a damn.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Bucky shrugs. “But what do I know? I’m still single and sleeping next to a knife.”

Later, as everyone gets up to leave and people start peeling off in groups, Tony walks right past you on the way to the elevator. He says something to Steve, cracks a joke to Sam, even claps Bucky on the shoulder.

He doesn’t say a word to you.

He doesn't look at you.

You don’t stop him.

The silence stretches.

And every step you take away from him feels heavier than the last.

You hold it together just long enough to make it to the elevator.

Everyone else filters out onto the sidewalk, scattered in small clumps, laughing and waving each other off. Tony disappears around the corner with Bruce and Steve, still chatting like nothing happened. Like you hadn’t spent the whole brunch pretending you weren’t hurting.

The moment the elevator doors close and you’re alone, it hits.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, but it’s too late. The tears come fast—hot and sudden. The kind that don’t ask permission. Your shoulders shake with the force of trying to keep it quiet, but you end up letting out a soft, broken sound you barely recognize as your own.

The metal box is still moving. Too slow. Or maybe too fast. You don’t even know anymore. You just want to be somewhere private. Somewhere you can fall apart without the weight of pretending you're fine.

You don’t hear the footsteps until the doors start to close and a hand jams between them.

Bucky.

He steps inside, silent as always, and doesn’t say anything at first. Just glances at you, then away again. Then back.

You quickly wipe your face and turn toward the wall, mortified. “Please don’t.”

He doesn’t move. Just lets the elevator ride continue. You expect him to say something sarcastic or to walk out the second it dings.

But he doesn’t. He stands next to you, quiet but present, and somehow that makes the tears come harder.

“I’m fine,” you say, voice cracked and barely there.

He glances down at your reflection in the mirrored paneling. “You’re not.”

You shake your head, trying to find words that don’t sound pathetic. “We had a fight.”

“I figured.”

“He’s ignoring me.”

“Yeah.”

You sniff and press your palms to your eyes. “I thought marriage would mean... I don’t know. That we’d at least talk things out.”

Bucky shrugs, leaning against the rail. “He’s scared.”

You turn your head, still blinking through tears. “Of what? Me?”

“Of screwing it up,” he says, not unkindly. “You matter more than anyone else has. That kind of pressure makes people—especially people like Stark—stupid.”

You give a weak, humorless laugh. “So I should just wait for him to be less stupid?”

“No. He should pull his head out of his ass,” Bucky says. Then, after a beat: “But I can help.”

You look at him, surprised. “You want to help me fix my marriage?”

He shrugs like it’s not that weird. “Better than watching you both mope around pretending you’re fine. It’s exhausting.”

You snort through your tears. “You’re surprisingly soft for a guy with a metal arm and five expressions.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I have six expressions. Don’t disrespect me.”

The elevator dings and opens on your floor, but you don’t move yet.

Bucky finally steps forward and presses the door hold. “Seriously. I’ll talk to him. Or trick him into being somewhere you are. You can talk. Or yell. Or throw things. I’ll bring snacks.”

You laugh despite yourself. “Why are you being nice to me?”

He smirks just a little. “Because you’re the only one who ever shares their fries. And because, believe it or not, I like you. You make him better.”

You nod, trying to gather yourself. “Okay. Just... maybe don’t tell him I cried in the elevator.”

He holds up a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Still counts.”

You smile, still shaky, but real this time. “Thanks, Bucky.”

He tips his head slightly. “Go drink some water. And maybe don’t text him while you’re still crying.”

“Too late.”

“Of course.”

As he finally lets the elevator doors close, he says, almost too casually, “I’ll handle Stark.”

And somehow, you believe him.

---

When you get home, everything feels too quiet.

The lights in the hallway are dimmed, soft and warm like nothing’s wrong. But something is wrong, and it clings to you like humidity, thick and pressing. You slip off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and listen for sounds—music, movement, Tony.

You hear him in the kitchen. Silverware clinking. A fridge door closing. Then footsteps. Heavy, purposeful.

You steel yourself.

When he rounds the corner, his eyes are on you immediately. And there’s something off about his expression. Not tired. Not even guilty. He looks annoyed. But not the kind of annoyed that comes from running late or a frustrating meeting. It’s sharp. Focused. Personal.

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So. You and Barnes.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

He gestures vaguely, his voice low and bitter. “Saw the footage. Security in the elevator. You two looked cozy.”

You feel the breath catch in your chest. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m just asking how long the two of you have been playing emotional support while I’m out here getting the silent treatment.”

Your hands curl into fists. “He found me crying, Tony. After you spent the whole brunch ignoring me like I didn’t exist.”

He scoffs. “And you just—what—poured your heart out to the brooding soldier? Let him comfort you while I—what? Deserve to feel like crap alone?”

“You made me feel like crap alone!” you snap. “You didn’t even look at me! You couldn’t say one word to your wife all morning!”

He pushes off the wall, voice rising. “Because I was mad, okay? And I didn’t want to make it worse. I figured space was safer than saying something I’d regret!”

“Well, guess what?” you shout back. “You don’t get to give me the cold shoulder and then get jealous when someone else actually notices I’m falling apart!”

Tony’s jaw flexes. “So what, now you’re running to Barnes every time we hit a rough patch? That’s how we’re doing this?”

“I didn’t run to anyone!” Your voice cracks, too loud now, echoing in the hallway. “I didn’t want anyone to see me like that! But he was there, and he was kind, and I couldn’t keep it together anymore!”

Silence falls, but it’s not a peaceful one.

It’s thick, angry, fragile.

Tony shakes his head slowly, like he’s trying to rein it in, but his next words land like glass shattering. “Maybe you should’ve stayed with him. Sounds like he knows how to handle you better.”

Your heart stutters.

You step back like he’s slapped you.

Tony’s face falls instantly, regret hitting him too late. “Wait. I didn’t—”

“No,” you say, voice suddenly cold. “You did.”

You don’t wait for him to explain. You turn and walk down the hallway, quick, breath shallow. He follows.

“Wait, come on. Don’t—don’t walk away. I didn’t mean it like that. I was pissed, I wasn’t thinking—”

“I know you weren’t thinking,” you throw over your shoulder. “That’s the problem.”

You open the door to the guest room. It smells like dust and unused sheets. You walk in anyway.

Tony stops in the doorway, looking heartbroken. “You’re not seriously—”

“I’m not sleeping next to you tonight,” you say, not meeting his eyes. “I can’t.”

He exhales like the wind’s been knocked out of him. “Y/n, please.”

You turn your back to him and pull the door shut behind you.

It clicks softly, final.

You sit on the edge of the bed in the dark, chest tight, tears threatening again. You don’t cry this time. Just stare at your wedding ring, thumb brushing over the band, wondering how the hell things got so messy so fast.

On the other side of the door, you think you hear him say your name.

You don’t answer.

---

The next morning, the guest room is cold.

You wake up wrapped in too many blankets, but it doesn’t help the emptiness you feel. You stare at the ceiling for a long time before getting up. No sounds come from the rest of the apartment. No footsteps. No coffee brewing. No sarcastic Tony humming show tunes while making a mess in the kitchen. Just silence.

You don’t know if he slept at all.

You splash cold water on your face, trying to clear the fog. You’re not even sure what emotion is strongest anymore—hurt, guilt, anger, exhaustion. It’s all too much, too heavy, and sitting right on top of it is something else. Something that’s been bothering you for a while now.

You sit down on the edge of the bed again, hand resting over your stomach without even thinking about it.

The last few weeks have been… off.

You’ve been tired, more irritable than usual. Little things have made you cry, even before the fight. Tony spilling juice on your favorite hoodie had you tearing up for ten minutes. Commercials have made you emotional. Your mood’s been swinging so wildly that even you started avoiding yourself.

And then there’s the nausea. Not full-blown sickness, but little waves of it—in the morning, after coffee, when you get too hungry. You told yourself it was stress. Too many missions, too many wedding thank-you notes, too much adrenaline and crashing emotions afterward.

But now…

Now, sitting in the quiet with last night’s fight still fresh in your chest, you feel something else underneath it all.

A suspicion.

A possibility.

You don’t tell anyone. Not yet. Not even yourself, not out loud. Because if you say it, it becomes real. And you’re not ready for that—not when you and Tony aren’t even speaking.

You pull on a hoodie, quietly exit the room, and pass the master bedroom door. You hesitate. There’s no sound from inside. You keep walking.

Bucky texts you around noon.

[Bucky]: You alive? Or should I send a search team?

You stare at it for a second before replying.

[You]: Alive. Barely.

[Bucky]: Need air? Or coffee? Or a baseball bat? I’m flexible.

You smile faintly despite yourself.

[You]: Coffee. No bats. Not yet.

He meets you outside a café near the tower. He’s wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses like he’s dodging press, but the moment he sees you, he lowers them slightly, checking your face like he’s looking for bruises. You sit across from him at one of the little outdoor tables, wrapping your hands around the cup he already ordered for you.

You take a sip, then a breath.

“I slept in the guest room.”

Bucky nods slowly. “He looked like hell this morning.”

“Good,” you mutter, then sigh. “No. Not good. I feel awful.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I said some things. So did he. And then he accused me of running to you and basically implied I’d be better off—” You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“He’s an idiot,” Bucky says. “But he’s your idiot. And he knows he screwed up.”

You nod, staring into your coffee. “I just don’t know if talking right now will help or make it worse.”

“Then give it time,” he says. “Not too much. But enough for you both to remember you’re on the same team.”

You’re quiet for a while. Then you glance at him. “Bucky… have I seemed… weird to you lately?”

His brow furrows. “Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Mood swings. Crying over nothing. Getting mad at Tony faster than usual. Nauseous for no reason…”

He tilts his head. “Sounds like stress.”

You nod again but don’t speak. Your hand drifts back to your stomach.

Bucky catches the movement but doesn’t comment on it. Just sits back and folds his arms.

“You think there’s more going on,” he says.

You glance away. “I don’t know yet.”

“If you ever want backup figuring it out, you know I’ve got your back, right?”

You smile at him, grateful. “Yeah. I know.”

He looks around, like he’s making sure no one’s listening, then leans in a little. “Also, not to brag, but I’m really good at punching Tony in the shoulder until he listens. Just say the word.”

You laugh, and for a moment, the knot in your chest loosens.

But even as you sip your coffee and make small talk, a quiet question presses at the back of your mind.

What if you’re pregnant?

And even more terrifying: What will that mean for you and Tony if you are—especially now?

---

You spend two more days dancing around the silence in your apartment.

Tony’s careful now—he doesn't snap, doesn't push, but he also doesn’t try to talk about it. He leaves coffee in the kitchen with a sticky note that just says “for you” and your initials scrawled like an afterthought. He sets your favorite snacks out on the counter when he knows you’ll be in the common area. He exists quietly, like he’s trying not to scare the peace away.

You miss him.

But you’re still hurt.

And underneath it all, that unspoken maybe grows louder in your mind. You’ve ordered a test, shoved it in the back of a drawer, and stared at it like it might explode. You haven’t touched it yet.

You want things right with Tony before you add that to the storm.

So when Bucky texts you the morning of the third day, you know something’s up.

[Bucky]: I need help in the lab. Come now.

[You]: You don’t go in the lab.

[Bucky]: Just come. Wear shoes. Don’t ask questions.

You almost don’t go. But something tells you not to ignore him. And when you step into the lab, you immediately know he’s up to something.

It’s empty. Too empty.

Then you hear footsteps behind you—and turn to find Tony standing by the door, looking like he’s been shoved into the moment by force. His hair is messy. He’s in sweats. And he looks about as surprised as you.

“Did Bucky lure you here, too?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nod slowly. “Yeah.”

There’s a long, strange pause.

Neither of you speaks. Neither moves.

Then Bucky’s voice crackles over the lab intercom. “I’m locking the door.”

“What—Bucky—” Tony rushes to the panel, but the door hisses and locks. “This isn’t funny!”

“You’re not leaving until you fix your crap,” Bucky says casually. “Talk. Cry. Kiss. Whatever. I’ll be back in an hour. Maybe.”

The intercom cuts off.

You stare at Tony.

He sighs and leans on the nearest counter. “I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Another pause.

Tony exhales hard. “Look… I screwed up. I know I did. And I was jealous, which is stupid, because it’s Bucky, and you’re my wife. But I felt like I already lost you.”

“You ignored me for a whole day. You made me feel invisible.”

“I know,” he says, his voice dropping. “I didn’t know how to undo it without making it worse. I didn’t want to come to you with the same damn ego that started the fight.”

You nod slowly. “I get that. I was angry too. Still kind of am.”

He��gives a weak smile. “Yeah. That tracks.”

“But,” you say, stepping closer, “I didn’t stop loving you.”

His face shifts, softer. “Not even when I said the dumbest thing I’ve said since calling Thor ‘sparkles’?”

You choke out a laugh. “Not even then.”

He reaches for your hands, and you let him take them.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking you straight in the eye. “For the fight. For shutting down. For accusing you. For forgetting I’m not in this alone anymore.”

You nod. “I’m sorry too. For shutting you out. For letting someone else comfort me before giving you a chance to try.”

“You were hurting. I wasn’t there. That’s on me.”

You pull him closer, resting your forehead against his. “I missed you.”

He closes his eyes. “God, I missed you too.”

You stay like that for a moment, quiet and still.

Then he pulls you into a kiss—slow, apologetic, real.

When you break apart, the lab door suddenly hisses and slides open. Bucky is standing there with a protein bar in his mouth, sunglasses on, arms folded like he planned the whole thing down to the second.

Tony squints at him. “You watched the whole thing, didn’t you?”

Bucky takes a bite and chews. “You’re welcome.”

“Creep,” Tony mutters, but he’s smiling now, that tired, lopsided one that means he’s at peace again.

You laugh. “He really did lock us in here.”

“I told you,” Bucky says, smirking. “Six expressions. One of them’s ‘matchmaker.’”

From then on, Bucky becomes your permanent third wheel.

He doesn’t leave your side for a week—not even subtly. He shows up at your door every morning under the pretense of “needing breakfast,” even though he doesn’t eat half of what’s on the table. He shows up when you go out with Tony for lunch, sliding into the booth before either of you can stop him. He walks with you through the park while you and Tony try to have a soft moment.

Tony threatens to change the tower’s security codes just to ditch him.

“You’re the one who said I’m family now,” Bucky reminds him smugly. “Family shows up.”

“Family leaves eventually,” Tony says, exasperated, while Bucky slouches on your couch, chewing popcorn loudly.

But secretly, you’re glad he’s there. Even Tony is. Because Bucky’s presence lightens the mood. Gives you both someone to joke with when things still feel a little raw. And he becomes the buffer when either of you starts to overthink.

A few nights later, after Bucky finally leaves—after you pretend not to see Tony slide the deadbolt behind him—you sit on the edge of the bed again. Tony watches from the doorway.

“You okay?” he asks, voice gentle now.

You nod. “Just… been thinking.”

He steps closer. “About what?”

You hesitate, fingers brushing your stomach. You haven’t taken the test yet. Haven’t even told Tony you suspect. You open your mouth to say something—but the words get stuck.

So instead, you smile faintly and say, “About how weird it is that I missed having Bucky around when he’s not even gone ten minutes.”

Tony groans and flops onto the bed face-first. “This is my life now, huh?”

You lie down beside him, hand resting lightly on his back.

Yeah, you think. This is your life now.

And maybe it’s about to get even more complicated.

---

You stare at the white stick in your hand, perched on the closed toilet seat like it’s holding all the answers in the world. Five minutes. That’s all it takes. Five minutes that feel like an hour.

You wait.

The silence in the bathroom is sharp. You think maybe you hear Tony in the other room talking to FRIDAY about a new project, his voice distant, unaware. He has no idea what you’re doing in here. You told him you were organizing laundry.

When the timer on your phone goes off, you glance down.

Negative.

Your heart clenches—not in relief, not quite in disappointment either. Just… confusion. You stare at the result for a while longer before tossing it in the trash and sitting back against the counter, arms around your knees.

It doesn’t feel right.

Your gut still twists when you wake up in the morning. Your mood is still unpredictable. You still cried last night watching an ad about puppies. Something’s going on. You feel it. But one test says otherwise.

So you book a doctor’s appointment the next day. Quietly. No fanfare, no questions, no Tony.

You slip out after breakfast while Bucky is raiding your fridge again and Tony’s too busy complaining about it to notice you sneaking your bag over your shoulder. You leave a note—simple and vague.

“Running an errand. Be back for dinner. Love you.”

The appointment is quick but tense. Blood work. A gentle smile from the doctor. She asks questions and you answer them all honestly, even though your mind races.

And then, you wait again.

This time, it’s the nurse who comes back in holding a folder. She gives you that look—the one that says something important is about to land in your lap whether you’re ready or not.

“Congratulations,” she says softly. “You’re pregnant.”

Your breath catches.

You blink at her, stunned. “But I— the test I took—”

She smiles. “It happens more often than you’d think. Especially early on. But you are definitely pregnant.”

Your mind swirls. Tony. The fight. The silence. The makeup. Everything. You don’t even realize you’re gripping the armrests of the chair.

“Oh,” you say, barely able to keep your voice steady. “Okay. That’s… a lot.”

“There’s more.”

You sit up straighter. “More?”

She hands you the ultrasound printout. Two little dots. Two little flickers. She taps gently, smiling.

“Twins.”

You feel the world slow down. You don’t even have words. Just two tiny spots on a black-and-white printout and the thundering of your own heartbeat.

You’re pregnant.

With twins.

By the time you get home, your head is still spinning.

There’s a dinner already happening in the Tower’s common area. Someone decided the team needed “quality bonding,” which in practice means takeout containers, mismatched drinks, and Thor cheerfully passing around flagons of who-knows-what. Steve is in his polite-and-suffering mode. Natasha is watching it all with an amused smirk. Bruce is already halfway through a bottle of wine he probably didn’t intend to finish.

Bucky is there too, and he notices you walk in first. He watches your face carefully. You’re trying to play it cool, but he can tell something’s shifted. His eyes narrow like he’s about to say something—but you shake your head subtly and take a seat beside Tony instead.

Tony leans in and murmurs, “Where were you?”

You kiss his cheek. “I’ll tell you in a second.”

He leans back, squinting. “That sounded ominous.”

You just smile.

You let the dinner carry on for a few more minutes. Someone makes a joke. Thor is dramatically retelling a battle with an alien slug that apparently involved three goats and a frying pan. There’s laughter. It feels warm, chaotic, familiar.

And then you clear your throat.

Everyone looks over.

You set your drink down, heart thudding. “I, uh… I have an announcement.”

Tony straightens a little beside you. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

You look around the table. “I wanted to tell Tony first, but then this dinner happened, and it kind of feels right to say it with all of you here. Since you’re family.”

Bucky’s eyes widen just slightly. He knows. Somehow, he already knows.

You take a breath.

“I went to the doctor today,” you say, watching Tony’s brows furrow. “Because I’ve been feeling a little… off.”

Tony turns fully toward you now, eyes sharp with worry. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You squeeze his hand. “Because I wanted to be sure before I scared either of us.”

You reach into your pocket and pull out the ultrasound printout, placing it gently in front of him.

Tony stares.

Natasha leans forward. Steve’s eyes widen. Bruce sets his glass down slowly. Thor is grinning like an idiot.

Tony looks back up at you, speechless.

“You’re serious?” he says, voice rough.

You nod, smiling now. “We’re having a baby.”

There’s a pause.

You tap the paper again. “Two babies.”

The table explodes.

Bruce chokes on his drink. Natasha actually gasps. Steve makes a sound like someone just punched him in the joy. Thor lets out a victorious HA! and claps Tony so hard on the back he nearly faceplants into the table.

“TWINS,” Thor declares. “A BOUNTIFUL BLESSING. YOU MUST NAME ONE OF THEM AFTER ME.”

“No,” Tony coughs, stunned, still staring at the photo. “Absolutely not.”

Natasha grabs the ultrasound and holds it up to the light. “Oh my god. You’re gonna be a dad. A dad, Tony. Like, diaper duty and car seats and ‘where’s the pacifier’ dad.”

Bucky leans across the table, grinning. “You’re so screwed.”

Tony finally looks back at you. “Twins?”

You nod, beaming.

He exhales hard and pulls you into the most careful, reverent hug you’ve ever felt from him.

And then, true to form, he pulls back just far enough to mutter, “Okay, but you’re not allowed to hang out alone with Barnes anymore. You are clearly too fertile.”

You slap his shoulder. “Tony!”

Bucky leans back smugly. “Told you I was good luck.”

Tony groans, face buried in your neck.

And even with all the teasing, the laughter, the chaos—you’ve never felt more sure of anything in your life.

You’re going to have twins.

You’re building a family.

And you’re not doing it alone.

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hestzhyen · 17 hours ago

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Chapter 79 Gorilla Posting

Here we go, dear void. Hakuri, a lore dump that took me forever to translate, and some long-desired insight into a named character! Editor's Note: First Page: (none) Last Page: 急げっ！！！ [isoge!!!] "Hurry!!!"

Hakuri and... a New Name!

He learned nothing...

My boy! My little guy! The character I'm completely, totally normal about... he's back!! Unfortunately, he's still pressuring himself big-time.

I don't know how the official English will translate this, but on the first page, Hakuri is literally asking Kudou for a "role". Not just a task he can do, but a specific function (役目 [yakume]). So despite his much-appreciated silly faces this chapter, he's still in the depths of his self-worth issues.

Wait, who's Kudou? That's our Kamunabi higher-up with the gas mask! Their surname is 区堂, with 区 [ku] for ward/district and 堂 [dou] for hall/temple/shrine. Not very descriptive but it imparts a sense of dignity and being a small part of something greater. Kudou-san uses the neutral/polite pronoun watashi so their gender isn't really known at this time. Might end up with another Hiyuki situation by assuming y'know?

Hakuri, though... he and Chihiro care so much about each other. He better take care of himself this time (he won't).

I can't wait to see them reunite.

Because...

And so it comes to pass (along with many cute expressions)...

Hakuri's slightly nerfed right now as a consequence of how his sorcery was restored, but he should still be able to use his Storehouse to withhold the Shinuchi from the Hishaku. After that, I'm really, truly feeling like he's going to get kidnapped or some other horrible thing will happen to him. He can get kidnapped by the mole/traitor, arm the Master Swordsman on request (yes it's sealed but it can also be unsealed), lose access to his sorcery by overdoing it again... any number of things. No matter what, he's going to be a big player for the climax of this arc and I hope he doesn't suffer too much for it. He's already been through so much.

The poor guy is really hard on himself too:

...

Uruha's death panel there is weighing so damn heavily on him. So despite him thanking Kudou for the Kamunabi saving him, he's still laser-focused on being useful, probably to make up even just the slightest bit for what he feels he did to Uruha. Lord knows what he'll do if he learns that Chihiro technically died because of him too. Hakuri, it wasn't your fault at all...!

That's what the scuff marks on his face are about, though. He slept for 3 days straight but he's still not completely restored. That's how badly he wore himself out and his mindset that led him to do it is worse than ever. Hakuri is absolutely desperate to do anything he can, and it's probably not going to end well once more.

You don't have to be useful, Hakuri. You don't have to be given a role to fulfill. You're worthy of love just as you are. Please, let him learn this one day soon... but at least we leave off with him on a silly note.

Go!

Hakuri being unable to calm down is so cute; he's always giving 110%. The day where he allows himself to relax before collapsing into a coma will be a precious one!

Kamunabi Lore Dump

Real depiction of the team I wish I could work with to translate these text-heavy chapters.

The random guy we followed in the middle section of this chapter gave us a bit of information. Thank you, random guy.

So the former name of the organisation was "Counter-Sorcery Forces" and used to have a strength-based hierarchy. Congratulations, powerscalers! You have a new tool to help you in your debates.

I assume the official English will translate the military ranks on that paper, and yay I was right. Cool beans. Keep them in mind!

These aren't still in use but it's still useful to draw comparisons. Other than that, I have kind of a hard time believing that 24 people with fighting experience -who are also expected to be the first line of defence in situations just like this chapter!- are no match for three guys. Maybe it's just Samuraishaku alone? Even Azami's got some respect for him after all.

Still, it's not the first time we've seen these "Dead Willow Brothers" (死柳兄弟, shigyuukyoudai).

Chapter 57, as a refresher.

The older brother was the one throwing chains to support Hiruhiko here most likely. So hooray that was cleared up!

I wonder if the other Hishaku team has mercenaries too or if we'll finally get a clear sighting of "Jane Hishaku" and the last member we haven't seen yet. Maybe a surprising character will appear as reinforcements too. There's a lot to speculate about!

My Dearly Beloved Gorilla Wife

Someone draw him crushing a watermelon between his bare thighs PLEASE

His first name at last! 奏士郎 [soushirou]! 奏 [sou] for play music/perform/report/petition, 士 [shi] for gentleman/scholar/samurai, and 郎 [rou] for son/young man (yes it's the same kanji for what Ro of the Masumi goes by). A somewhat stuffy and delicate name for a guy who pummels people to death with his fists.

Azami is a man of contrasts, apparently. He speaks softly compared to the rest of the male cast (aside from Kyora) and packs a gigantic fucking punch too. I love him. He's not the traitor, he's my wife. My mind-bogglingly strong wife that probably rose to the highest echelons of the Kamunabi on raw strength alone. Seriously, I don't think I can possibly love him any more than I already do. His fighting style is to cast "fist" in his opponents faces! Leave the fancy footwork and tactics to Shiba, Azami's just going to rely on his brawn to get things done. Would still like to know what his sorcery that involves him pinching some kind of energy between his fingers is, though.

As for the Azami traitor theory, I suppose people who want to cling to it can take comfort in the fact that he wasn't given an alibi. He's absolutely furious about what happened to the Rokuhiras and had to ask Chihiro for the details. But he still could have provided the information that let the Hishaku infiltrate in the first place, I guess. The only thing that would make sense to me is if he was aiding the Hishaku out of sympathy and they misled/lied to him about their intentions. But at this point I think even Kudou is more suspicious than him.

Remember, only four people in the Kamunabi's higher ups helped Kunishige hide after the war: Azami, Kudou, Prince Nez, and the eyepatch guy we haven't seen in ages. I think we're supposed to be playing a guessing game about which one of those four it is right now.

Anyway, my wife's innocent. Let's do a minor TL note instead.

Sauceless typesetting strikes again.

圧倒的殴殺力 [attouteki ousatsuryoku] is pretty over-the-top in how much it says but it's along the lines of "overwhelming lethal brute force" while the Ruby next to it simply says パワ- (power). Speaking of nitpicks, though...

C'mon, man.

I don't expect the vertical text to be kept but the huge bold font used in JP has a bigger impact than the polite font used in English. I don't know. I just feel like it's a better match for the ridiculous setting here- we've got dudes rocking out on taiko drums and a shamisen in the background, not giving a restrained performance y'know? People enter, but only one leaves alive! This is the mother fucking Thunderdome in the middle of Kamunabi HQ! Don't question or downplay it, go all-in on the ridiculousness! There's something I want to say about this chapter that might help anyone who sees a bunch of Azami fan art with the title of the chapter: 曲者 [kusemono]. 曲者 has a ton of possible meanings but some of them likely apply to Azami himself too. "Villain", what it was translated to in the official, is perfectly valid (as are similes like "ruffian" and "knave"). But it can also mean peculiar person/stubborn fellow, something that is more than it seems, expert/master, and monster/phantom/spectre. I hope we keep learning more about Azami as this fight goes on!

Lastly...

What in the heck are you wearing my dude?

First up, that's not Samuraishaku's real face, that's the men-yoroi for his helmet- including the moustache. Pray it breaks during the fight so we can see what he really looks like.

Next, this is the second time we are having a fight against one of Kunishige's killers. Hatshaku keeps escaping but maybe we'll learn more about this guy. I feel like this is a good time to get more information on the raid itself if nothing else.

Lastly, only bringing this up because I've seen some "what if he's a different person that wasn't there at Kunishige's murder" questions because he's not wearing the suit we saw in chapter 45. Yes, this is definitely the guy who only had his left leg in frame during chapter 2. This framing makes it unmistakable:

What's under that long bang?!

Azami sees the samurai guy

Thinks about how he asked Chihiro for details of the incident over two flashback panels, zooming in on the guy's leg in the second

Notices the same leg armour in the present right in front of him

Gorilla mode activated

Clenches his fist and says they "meet at last", clearly itching to fight

Wherever Azami's loyalties lie, he clearly cares a great deal about Chihiro and Kunishige. He's fucking pissed about his friend's death and is ready to cave one of the killer's faces in.

Alright life is steamrolling me so that's all I've got this week. Be safe and treat yourself one day this week while we wait to see if there's a perspective shift. Back to Chihiro and Samura or more of this Azami & Hakuri goodness? I know what I really want but I'll take what we get.

#kagurabachi #kb ch79 #Perfect 10/10 chapter I got my wife and my blorbo #Please continue to focus on them to make up for how long they were sidelined #Azami's theorized to be 36 years old based on being 18 during the war but I'll wait for his official age #It would be awesome if he was the “baby” of the friend trio with Kunishige and Shiba though

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verystrxxwberry · 1 day ago

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Hi, I'm the person from the sick/upsed guardian request. I must have missed the sick headcanon while searching in earlier posts before. I would really appreciate if you would write the upsed headcanon.

Thanks for your time, really appreciate your work it's great. Have a nice week : )

ELDARYA; Ezarel and Valkyon when you’re upset

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Sfw, Ezarel x reader, Valkyon x reader, individual headcanons of them when you’re angry/sad/unhappy. You might find the post about the other routes here. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi! Thank you so much for your support. Sorry for any misspellings. I hope you enjoy this! Have a nice week too <3

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EZAREL

He doesn’t need you to talk to know that something is going wrong the moment you enter the dining hall. The way in which you let your jacket to the side badly folded, the little knock your plate did when you placed it on the table, the absence of your gaze on him. Everything you do screams that something is wrong. Ezarel might swallow whatever he was chewing and look down at his plate, trying to ease the situation by saying “you will get wrinkles if you frown so much.”

The stare you gave him made his balls smaller, feeling how you threatened him with that gaze. So something is really wrong…

Ezarel might stand up and walk towards you, sitting by your side and asking “who was it?” with a stern tone, as if he was ready to go and have a talk with them. You tried to avoid the subject, but he was already up to solve stuff. Ezarel might be ready to intervene but definitely won’t if you ask him to not. He stayed there, arms crossed, listening to you explaining the problem with his full attention. The elf just stays around you as if he was your guardian.

However, if it is his fault, things change… he might deny it at first with a slow pronunciation of his words, as if he’s just trying to suppress the guilt of making you feel mad. But he hesitates and that inner guilt starts to show up, even more when you stay quiet. Quiet enough to let the echo of his words to bounce on his consciousness. He looks at you and something on his stomach twists, not used to such awkwardness. He sighs and says in a low tone, “maybe… I shouldn’t have said that,” almost too whispery to be heard, but your attention was fully on him. He was doubting whether to justify it or apologize, but justifying it would only make it worse. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, looking away with shame. But the ice didn’t melt yet.

Ezarel isn’t good with cute acts or big apologies, but is very attentive. He subtly spoils you with the things you like. He might appear on your bedroom with your favorite drink, might bring you a flower that he “accidentally” found in the forest, as if he hadn't walked 30 minutes to find that exact flower to give to you. The moment you let him go into your room, he feels both scared and happy of being there. So when you rest your back against the headboard of your bed, he lies down and rests his head on your belly, embracing you gently.

“Are you gonna stay mad for so long...?” He mumbles, clearly regretful from what he has done. He is almost like a sad puppy, his hands gently resting on your sides and looking up at you. And how to say no to such cute face...

VALKYON

He can tell you’re upset the moment you greet him with less energy than usual, by how your expression is generally sad, and your smile seems too forced. Valkyon would stop whatever he was doing and ask directly, “did I or someone do something?”

Yes, he goes straight to the point. Normally, he’d know if he had fucked up your mood as he is very observant of your reactions to be aware of how his words affect you. But there is the card of stress that can make him be colder just because he is focused. So whenever he has been suddenly stern and made you upset, he wouldn’t take too long to stand up and go get you. Valkyon isn’t ashamed of recognizing his mistakes.

Valkyon doesn’t only apologize with words, but also with himself, his whole being. He might approach to you, kneel and grab your hand as if he was about to ask you for marriage. But he looks at you with a firm expression and apologizes about his actions, making sure you know that he never meant to be that rude, he was just too focused on his work to think about his tone. But he hated he had acted that way with you.

He prefers that you let him know about his mistakes immediately than to seeing you struggle with your emotions later.

But if it wasn’t his fault, he might listen to you, give you a few hair strokes, his eyes focused on you and his attention only placed on your words. Valkyon might help you to distract, giving some reassuring words for you to calm down a little. As he places a kiss on your forehead, his eyes stay open, a little bit distracted by some thoughts on how to solve that. Unlike Ezarel, he doesn’t let you know that he is going to act, but he is going to do it subtly. After making sure that you’re doing better, he'd excuse himself to leave “to the bathroom,” but he might actually go find that person and have a firm conversation with them.

Then that person started treating you gentler and kinder on the next days. Valkyon might be more protective about how others treat you, always making sure at the distance that they aren’t being rude just because they feel like.

✩; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 2 days ago

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i hope you know we're all greatly enjoying what you're writing

as for the request, can you do yatta x reader who's worried about how much candy she eats

Yatta With A Reader Who Worries About How Much Sweets She Eats!

Yatta reminds me of myself a lot sksks always chasing sweets and chocolates and everything, haha. Thank you so much for your kind words, dear anon!! I'm really trying here.. sometimes I feel like I might not do everything well, haha, but thank you for your words!! Here you go, thank you for requesting! <3

Also this is funny that I'm doing this request after her introduction card came out VERY recently sksksk

(She's so cute AAAAAA!!!)

-Anna

-It's not a secret that Yatta absolutely ADORES sweets, candy, chocolates, you name it! She is often seen snacking on them, it feels like it's the only food she eats, honestly! Her sharp teeth always are seen tearing the wrapping around the candy or a delicious chocolate bar like there's no tomorrow before she eats it happily, like she finally found some precious water in a harsh, hot weather. You couldn't lie, it was cute seeing her munching on those but it did concern you a lot about her health, especially when she ate so many of them!

-It didn't help that she often drops candy behind a lot, too, out of her, it's no wonder she has access to so many of them! But what can she do, really? She's a piñata and she can't exactly hold onto them in her arms forever! You try to also pick up after her, whether with your arms or holding a basket so you won't struggle carrying them all but just try to hide that basket away from her, if you can, she WILL come back for them, one way or another. Time to test out how you can really hide that stuff, especially an entire basket of it!

-You might have to ask for help from the others, asking them about a good hiding spot or even asking to put the basket in their rooms or you just give the candy away! Just don't let Yatta see what you do with it and keep an eye out for more candy. Yatta isn't exactly upset that you take them away, especially the candy that she can't keep holding on to but she really wishes you give them to her later on! She does stop and consider your words about her not eating so much candy because you are worried about her and that. It's that she can't really resist when she sees how colorful and tasty they are so you try to help out with it whenever you can.

-It's when you try to figure out ways to stop her from consuming so much candy. You felt like hiding them could even make the urge worse, as when another candy pops out of her with a small explosion, you best believe she is jumping on it and eating it like there is no tomorrow, since she hasn't had one for a while. It's also when you can't really stop her but you can try picking up other candies and keep telling Yatta a firm "no" when she tries grabbing one from the basket, it takes her a bit but she does stop eventually, even if she says a small "aww.." and sighs. You do know it's for her own good, though, you're worried for her!

-Sometimes she hides her own stash of candy in one of the vents she uses to travel to everywhere in Gardenview, she's not really the most secretive about it though as she likes to laugh when she munches on them and it's not really quiet. You have to convince her to give you the candy and it takes a good while before she gives up. Yatta knows deep down it's not healthy so she doesn't stand up to you about it honestly, she knows you care for her health, after all. She even begs you for at least to leave one behind and you sometimes give in to that, making her hug you tightly as she is nuzzling you for a good while, a big smile on her face.

-Once, you came up with the idea to make healthier alternatives that still treat her cravings for sweets. You really needed Sprout and Cosmo's help for that so you went to them. They had to look for a healthy recipe in the cooking books or something that truly was much more healthier yet could satisfy Yatta's need to overconsume candy. Thankfully, you did try out new recipes, you had to sit Yatta down to try them. She ate the ones that LOOKED like sweets or candy and she even happened to like the taste! She ignored the ones that didn't look like it and you could see Sprout's shoulders drop at it with a thin line on his mouth but at least he was glad she ate the other ones.

-Those two even taught you the recipe for it and even let you borrow a part of the kitchen for it. Sprout is glad you found something because he was also worried since she consumes so much candy, so he does pop every once in a while to help you out, especially since you love Yatta so much. He really respects your effort to go this far to help her. If he and Cosmo have some extra time, they help you out by making it and leaving it for you to grab later on. That way, Yatta gets what she needs earlier to satisfy her harsh cravings for some sweet sugar. You like to make a lot of these and feed her small portions, that way, you have more and she still gets the same satisfaction when she eats a small piece of candy.

-But for the times where you DON'T have it, it's kinda hard to convince her not to chomp down candies like no tomorrow. You try to come up with different ways like telling her to perform tricks, asking for hugs and cuddles or anything else you can so time passes or she doesn't have much energy anymore, making her collapse on top of you as she sighs from being so tired. Yes, Yatta was energetic like no tomorrow but it doesn't mean she doesn't get tired, too! The thing is that she gets her energy back a bit TOO fast though! Honestly, just being close to you is enough to get her in a playful, energetic mood, always ready to do more! Your warmth when you hold her close or stroke her head gets her hyped up again!

-It's kinda silly but one thing you like to do is offer her kisses so she doesn't think about candy right now. Honestly? It kinda works? It does seem to satisfy some cravings of her and Yatta just likes the way your lips feel against her own. Do it often and watch as she randomly approaches you and leans in to give you a big kiss. You also like using it as a reward for when she holds long enough without eating candy, even if it's around her. She doesn't want to make you sad or anything so she does try.. and most times, she is able to push through! At least these results are better compared to the beginning where you tried this trick to her, she can go longer now and feels happy to kiss you.

-Honestly, it does take a long time to see actual changes in her behavior with the whole candy thing but you definitely notice the small changes bit by bit as time goes on and on and your plans seem to work slowly on her. Her love for candy and sweets was still there and still very strong but at least it seemed to be getting better as she ate more healthy stuff, especially when you encouraged her and helped her get used to those. Yatta even ate more types of food rather than just candy and sweets and that, actual food that's good for her! You definitely feel more calm and are happy she managed to adapt and you love to praise her for it, making her feel happy and hugging you, lifting you up with ease as she spun you around with excitement.

Thank you for reading! <3

#yatta x reader #yatta the piñata #yatta the piñata x reader #dandy's world x reader #dandys world x reader #dandy's world #dandys world #dandys world yatta #dandy's world yatta #writing #fluff #gender neutral

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towasdandelion · 2 days ago

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,,, hello im here again with another idea JSJSJJDJSJJD it came to me in a Dream you could say. ill take u up on the inbox cookie offer AJSHSJHSJ

SO I WAS THINKIN . after a really fun first date with the ghouls, mc texts them about how much fun she had and how she can't wait to go out with the ghoul again even though she was SUPER NERVOUS about going out with him at first :(( nd it's super cute and pining all over the place

as for who to write this with you can pick whoever T0T i really just want u to have fun with the ideas i throw at u all the time nd i hope you aren't stressed out <3

take care of yourself amidst the sea of suggestions im sure you have acquired ^^; have a good day YOURE THE BEST as always C:

nd like seriously 1000% serious if you have any fic suggestions please lmk i NEED to write something in return for you YOUVE WRITTEN SO MUCH FOR ME I NEED TO RETURN THE FAVOR SOMEHOW

OKAY THANK YOU YOU ARE THE BACKBONE OF THIS FANDOM!!!!!

Aaa that's a super cute idea! And definitely something I'd like to write for every ghoul hehe. Your suggestions never disappoint (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ Also! unless you ask for someone else specifically I'm always going to include Ritsu in your requests!! That's like non-debatable! And don't mind me feeling invited to your inbox! I'm definitely going to appear there soon (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

When you text the ghouls after your first date

[Haku, Ritsu, Tohma, Sho, Rui]

Haku is relieved when he receives the message from you. He was hoping he didn't come across as too pushy during your first date. Well... Zenji did give him a whole talk about how he should and shouldn't behave after all so maybe that helped in the end. His confidence skyrockets when you let him know you want to see him again. Though he did have to fight the urge to add "my bedroom, that is" after his last message. I guess some 'habits' die hard.

If Ritsu appeared calm and collected, that's because he had a whole preparation routine as well as calculations on how much of a success the date will be. Everything was meticulously prepared, so he's feeling accomplished after seeing the message from you. Your satisfaction is all that mattered to him after all. If you notice him tripping over his words in the texts, just go along with it! That's just his stress catching up to him. He's still just a ghoul after all.

Tohma is very perceptive so he did notice you appeared to be a bit stressed. And he regrets not asking you about the reason. He was hoping it wasn't because you didn't feel comfortable around him. That's why he smiles when he sees your message. Seems like his worries were unnecessary after all. You letting him know that you want to see him again is a clear signal - things are going the right way. He might go just a liiiittle bit overboard and prepare very fancy dates after the first one. So be prepared to be amazed.

Sho was feeling a bit nervous during the date but he made sure to keep it under control. All because of some stupid things Leo just had to say... That guy really knows how to plant the seed of uncertainty. The thoughts finally disperse after your text, and he can let out a breath of relief. He's happy to know you really enjoyed yourself. Even more when you ask to see him again. Now he's going to think about where to take you next. But he's definitely not telling Leo about that.

Rui is feeling very optimistic after the date. Well he's just doing his best to drown out his worries to be honest but it still counts alright? There's no way you didn't enjoy a date with him, right? His ego gets a nice boost when he gets your text. Time to get cocky! He just gets super excited but I can't blame him. He's finally dating the girl he chased so long after! And he's going to make sure each date is better than the previous one. You're not going to feel bored with this guy.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker fics #rui mizuki #ritsu shinjo #sho haizono #tohma ishibashi #haku kusanagi

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shuploc · 6 months ago

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I just bought all your Arcane prints and I cannot wait to put them up on my wall, I don't see anyone do it like you and I'm so grateful for your work ;w; Would you ever draw anymore of those "fake" polaroids in the future?

OMG,. that was you? 🥹 Thank you so much, I don't even know what to say!!

You're actually not the first one to ask me that lmao, but I'll be honest, I don't exactly have any ideas for polaroids, but I am trying to see if I can draw some tin type/daguerreotype portraits of Jayce and Viktor (y'know, those very old black/white photos) so I can get prints of them and put them up in round frames on my wall and display them like they're old diseased family members... -But that of course doesn't mean polaroids are out of the question!

Thank you once again for the support and the kind words, it means so so much to me, you have no idea! ❤️

#and thank you so much for the request!#I really hope I'll have enough time to draw all the things I want to #without like' running out of time and whatnot #I love all these characters so much and I am NOT ready to let go of them whatsoever #I really hope I'm not the only one who feels that way #but anyways GETTING ALL OF MY PRINTS' HELLO?? INSANE 😭❤️

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sentrysapper · 1 year ago

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an good old angst for a starwing child please? 😔 (thank you for giving me motivations to start learning sfm, ig, idk i just really love ur sfm work and wanted to do somehting cool w/ my fav sillies aswell :3)

#this is more hurt/comfort but i hope it still suits your angst needs...#my friend has been a GREAT HELP WITH THESE!!! (i know you're reading this.)#i really liked doing the lighting YET AGAIN!!!#also I'm so glad that i was able to motivate you! thank you for the request :3 #i hope your sfm journey goes well...#sigh i might do more spys disguise stuff i love them much in it #engiespy #tf2 engineer #tf2 #practical espionage #tf2 spy #napoleon complex #tf2 engiespy #sfm practice #teamfortress2 #team fortress #team fortress two #team fortress 2

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moodmoodthecrabking · 6 months ago

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claudia green moodboard (glee oc, finn hudson li) requested by @dancingsunflowers-ocs

#moodboard #oc moodboard #oc: claudia green #thank you. SO much for this request i really hope you like it!!! i'm so honoured that you trusted me with your oc <3

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softquietsteadylove · 3 months ago

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Hey sweetheart. I got this idea maybe you can do something with it? Thena is scared of eating food that isn’t sealed and made by her because she got food poisoned by someone (friend group/ex/collegue/father/or whatever you choose) so Gil, her husband or boyfriend, does a taste tasting before every meal even if he cooked it.

"You made it!"

Thena smiled at Gil from over the counter of his warm and homey restaurant. He had told her to come a half hour before he closed. it was their quietest night of the week, and he usually let his other staff go early. It could be just them.

Really, he had been trying to convince her to come to the restaurant for quite a while. He understood she had trouble eating out, but he wanted to share his food with her, and she wanted to experience it.

She kept telling herself Gil's food would be different.

Gil's food would be lovingly made. It was food he shared with everyone who came to his restaurant. There were other customers who tried it everyday, there were health inspectors who made sure everything was safe. And most importantly, it was made by Gil.

But still, she couldn't shake her fear.

The way her whole body trembled at the thought of food she hadn't made for herself. She would feel cold sweat on her palms as she remembered the burning sensation she had felt in her throat. That food had also been 'made with love', as far as she had known.

"Hey," Gil rushed to the edge of the counter, leaning over it as if he could jump over it completely to greet her.

"Hey," she managed to smile. Gilgamesh always acted so happy to see her, as if it were the highlight of his day. She leaned over to kiss him. She could already taste whatever he'd been cooking on his lips.

Gil knew. She hadn't had much choice but to tell him. After his seventh attempt at asking her to join him for dinner or even coffee, he had outright asked if he'd misread her--if she wasn't interested in seeing him. She had never rushed so fast to correct someone.

It was hard to 'date' when she was deathly afraid of eating food she hadn't prepared herself. She was trying, going to therapy, trying small steps, like having pre-made, sealed foods from convenience stores and the like.

She had told Gil about Kro, and the 'anniversary dinner' that had nearly left her without any taste buds at all. Her time in the hospital, learning her partner had not, in fact, accepted her rejection of moving in together and had opted to poison her instead.

Nothing deadly, just enough to permanently scar her for life.

And she had been prepared to hear that she was blowing things out of proportion, letting her fear get the better of her, that she had to get over it. But he had looked at her, with that sweet face of his. And all he had to say was that he understood, and he wouldn't push it.

And he hadn't. They saw each other in ways that didn't centre food. They went to museums, and parks, and aquariums. She would get a sealed smoothie from the health section of a grocery store while he got a coffee, and they would talk. He had kept his promise, he didn't push it.

Only once did he offer her a bite of something reflexively, and she had just stared at it. He had retracted it, worried he was offending her. But really...it did look good. And she did like smoked salmon bagels. And she had wanted to have a bite.

"Oh," he had blinked with realisation. Then, he brought the bagel up to his own lips and took a bite, making sure to show her how he chewed and swallowed it. He even waited a few seconds before holding it out to her again. "What about now?"

And that was how they worked. Thena could broach her fear a little at a time, with Gil's help. He would taste test things for her, prove their harmlessness. And, upon seeing that there was no immediate danger, she could work up the courage to get through the rest.

And tonight was her ultimate test to herself. Had she come far enough in her fear to trust Gil's cooking without the need for him to test it for her first?

"I'm so glad you're here," he whispered to her, lingering close despite them being the only ones there.

Thena still ducked her head, a smitten smile coming over her. She looked around the empty dining room. "Don't tell me you closed early just for this."

"Nah, this is just what it's like monday nights," Gil shrugged. He removed his hands from hers, dragging himself away and to his kitchen equipment.

There were plates sitting atop a shelf, being kept warm--probably too hot for anyone untrained to handle, actually. But Gil grabbed them with his bare hands and placed all three down in front of her. "Careful, babe."

She eyed him; how he handled such searing hot plates all day was beyond her. But she looked at the food. It looked and smelled delicious, and they were some of her favourites. There was steaming hot curry over fluffy rice, positively glistening slices of roast chicken, and even some pasta, seemingly dressed in a simple mix of oil and spices.

Her stomach churned.

"These are three specialties I developed in culinary school," Gil narrated as he rounded the counter properly so he could take a seat next to her. He pulled his apron off and unbuttoned the top of his chef's jacket. "And I adapted them to my menu here because--well, I guess, because why not?"

She smiled, trying to listen to him and not stare down the meal glaring at her. The smells were so tempting, but looking at the food still filled her with dread. "How did you come up with them?"

"Well, curry I always loved as a kid," he admitted with a boyish grin. He had such natural charm; she never would have been able to resist agreeing to go out with him, fear of food or not. "I kept developing little ways to make it the best curry for me. Then, when I started cooking seriously, I could start making it the best curry--period."

Thena looked at the curry, hoping she could muster the love for it that Gil had. It looked so good, warm and rich in colour, steam coming off it. She blinked as Gil reached past her, scooping up a mouthful for himself. She just stared as he chewed and gulped it down before moving on.

"The chicken is the first thing I really, really nailed in class," he grinned, moving onto his next creation. "It's pretty basic to learn how to roast a chicken, but I ended up drying out my first and second attempts, so I got determined to get it right."

He didn't even finish his story before picking up a slice of breast with the skin on. He had done amazing justice to it; she could see the juices of it dripping as he tossed it into his mouth without even need for utensils. He chewed a little.

"I spent hours going over my notes," he paused, finally gulping this one down loudly too. "Developed the perfect wet brine to keep it juicy, rotated it multiple times to keep it even, slathered it in butter--I went all out."

He certainly did; he was licking his fingers.

"And when I finally presented my success, I was top of the class," he declared with another bright grin. "The pasta-"

He paused, picking up her fork and twirling some around it. And for a second, she dreaded the thought that he was going to hold it up for her to try it, and she was going to have to overpower her own nervous system to make herself take a bite of her boyfriend's delicious food.

But once again, Gil took a bite of his own food himself, proving to her the harmlessness, and deliciousness. He slurped up the last tail end of a noodle, licking his lips. "I mean, alio e olio is actually a really common dish. But it's hard to make one stand out. And also I know you love garlic-y pasta."

"So in school, they teach you the traditional way to make it, but there are a lot of different techniques, some that have been developed really recently," he set her fork down again. "I tried one that's definitely the best, but takes a while. We pre-boil the noodles, but nowhere near being done. Then you seal them and basically let the steam get them just to the point where they'll be perfectly al dente when you finish them in the sauce."

Thena continued to stare at him.

Finally broken from his reverie of culinary exposition, he looked at her too. And the very sweet Gilgamesh that had first asked her out for coffee in the convenience store was right in front of her again.

"A-Are you okay?" he rushed to ask her, leaning in his stool and putting his hand on her arm. "Is it too much? You don't have to--I'm sorry."

She shook her head faintly.

"I shouldn't have rushed this, sweetheart," he continued to lament, moving his hand from her arm to clasp her hand between both of his. "Listen, we can just...put this on hold, y'know? There's nothing wrong with that. I can clean up here and hey!--h-how about coffee and a smoothie? Tomorrow we-"

Thena cut him off, lurching forward and kissing him so hard his word slurred right off his tongue and onto hers. Her free hand held his cheek, bringing him closer as if she was going to crawl into his lap right here in his own restaurant.

He blinked now, stunned as she pulled away from him. He ran his tongue over his lips a few times before his eyes managed to focus again. "Uh, no complaints hon, but...what's on your mind?"

She just laughed, shaking her head at him as she swiped at her lips, just to make sure her gloss was still in place. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are?"

"No," he blurted out, because Gil was the type to blurt something out honestly and think second. And she adored that about him. His thoughts followed and he smiled too. "But if you wanna tell me...?"

She swiped at his lips this time, making sure her lip colour hadn't migrated to him unwittingly. "You tested it for me."

That definitely confused him. His expressions were so easy to read, his heart on his sleeve at all times. "Isn't that what we do?"

"Yes," she laughed again, fainter this time. She looked at the food again, her anxiety retreating to the deeper corners of her mind again. "But I hadn't expected...it's your food."

"So?"

As if she could be more in love with this man.

But he meant it. He moved their hands, lacing his fingers with hers and touching the hand of hers that was on his cheek. "Thena, my food is no different than any other restaurant's, any other grocery store sushi or cafe sandwich."

It was vastly different, because his food would taste vastly better.

He moved his head so he could kiss her palm. "I'll test anything for you, Thena. I would do anything for you."

She shook her head at him again, because what else could she do? Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to cry over food with him anymore.

Gli's smile returned. "I'll taste test everything for you, for as long as you want me to. I don't care if it's a little halloween candy bar or every hors d'oeuvre at a wedding buffet."

She laughed again, because he was good at making her laugh. "You can't do that."

"Why not?" he asked, and he meant it as a question. "My friends are getting married next summer. I'll be the official taste tester of everything. The appetizers, the meal, the cake."

Thena sighed, as deliriously happy as she was. "You can't taste test everything for me, Gilgamesh."

"I don't care," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. "It makes you feel safe, Thena. And I'll do anything to make that happen."

She kissed him back, no longer wondering if she was falling too hard and too fast for the earnest and endearing chef in front of her. She most certainly was. "You."

He pressed his lips to her forehead, and she could feel him smiling against her skin.

"You make me feel safe," she clarified, just in case there was any question at all. She got another kiss, assuring there wasn't.

"Hey," he whispered, pulling himself away from her but still hovering close. "Hungry?"

She nodded, blinking away more tears (happy, this time).

"Ready?" he asked as he twirled up some pasta for her.

And for the first time in a year and a half, she looked at the forkful of food with genuine desire. She was ready.

#Thenamesh AU #thank you so much for the ask sweetheart!!!!#this is such a creative prompt and such a sweet idea #I considered looking up some scenes but I didn't want to risk copying anything too closely even by accident #I kept imagining how they could come to be #Thena is still learning to branch out #the most she can do is get protein drinks and stuff #she and Gil meet - flirt - in the convenience store a few times before he asks her out #he asks her out for coffee and she says...there's a cafe in the library where I work #and then she just manages to distract and lure him away from it #and Gil has always been very careful to keep his thoughts to himself #he doesn't bring up Kro #but he did look him up online and he swears if he ever finds out what this dude looks like and where he lives #anyway he and Thena can finally have a romantic dinner date #they're seated at his counter #feeding each other bites one at a time talking and flirting all night #eventually someone presses their nose to the glass five minutes before closing time #because that's always how it goes #just so they can be like NO I SEE HIM IN THERE BUT HE'S JUST LIKE MAKING OUT WITH SOME LADY #Thena's embarrassed #but Gil goes over and shouts through the window WE'RE CLOSED #Thena tells him it's bad for business and he says they're being rude I'm trying to romance my girlfriend #and after this Thena introduces Gil to her friends #who not only did not know she was seeing anyone #but also are astounded that he not only knows about Kro but tests her food for her to help her eat #that encounter is actually the first draft I wrote #but then I described this milestone in their relationship and I thought this is the more compelling scene #I really really hope you like it thank you for your request!

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