#they had like one soft lil moment but thats enough for me

[stunie]

the bit you wrote about sakura and how he would stick out his hand and it being "a silent and nervous plea for you to come and hold his hand" had me AWWWWWWING.

THATS SO FREAKING CUTE I CANTTT, love how you write him :)))

original post here! sfw, 700 word count.

my beautiful nonnie you are so sweet and i love u for sending this ask so i wrote this lil blurb for you ! <3 thank you :>

"huh? sakura?"

he wishes he never chose to stick his hand out the second he turns around to meet your gaze, heart thumping wildly against his chest when he sees the way you’ve tilted your head a bit, innocent eyes staring into his as you wait for an explanation. “what are you doin-”

“f-forget it!” his words stumble out of his mouth before you finish your sentence, palms clammy as he shoves them deep inside his pockets, pace quickening as he turns and walks away.

it was unlike him to do something like that in the first place. you’ve always been the one to initiate things like this, never failing to bring a furious blush to his face with each act of affection you shower him with. he doesn’t know what came over him in that moment… or how you were even supposed to understand his silent plea in the first place, but he’s confident that he wouldn’t be able to handle the dizzying heat in his head getting any worse than it already was now.

“wait!” your voice cuts through the air, and he finds himself slowing down his pace for you before he even realizes it. with how close your footsteps sound, he knows he doesn’t have enough time to fight this persistent blush. he can feel the heat continue to spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears at the thought of you holding him—

“…you okay? sakura?”

the sound of your voice pulls him out his thoughts, and it takes him a second, a couple more blinks to realize that you’re now directly in front of him, face inches away from his to inspect his expression with a curious hum.

there’s a strangled noise of surprise from him before he’s jerking back violently, sleeve coming to hide the bottom half of his face as he gasps. when did you get so close? he pushes his nose against his forearm, seeking some sort of comfort from his makeshift shield. a part of him hopes it’s enough to mask the embarrassment written all over his face, but deep down, he knows that it’s pointless with you.

“you did that because you wanted me to hold your hand, right? sorry, i didn’t get it at first…” you continue with a giggle, and he only manages a weak nod, words stuck in his throat as he forces himself to remember to breathe.

“i—” he tries to speak, but his voice catches in his throat again. it seems to be enough of a confirmation for you though, because you stick your hand out with a cheerful smile. “it’s okay. give me your hand, sakura. let’s go.”

his breath hitches in his throat when he hesitantly takes his hands out from the bottoms of his pockets, laying it lightly on yours. the feeling of your fingers interlacing with his right after has his stomach turning inside out, and he tears his gaze from you when he catches a quick glimpse of the soft smile you’re giving him.

the walk home by your side is painful, to say the least. his mind is stuck on how nice your hands feel against his, and he’s just trying to walk straight at this point. each step is more of a challenge than the last, stiff and forced— and he thinks it’s because his mind has been consumed by the thoughts of you and the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him.

he feels so warm.

“hey, sakura…?” your voice breaks the silence, and he stiffens at the subtle change in your tone, his mind beginning to race right away. was he too harsh earlier? did he push you away? his heart sinks at the thought. he just wants to be closer to you, to be someone who can reciprocate the affection you shower him with so easily, but he struggles to let his guard down.

“..what?” he blurts out, words tinged with hesitation. his heart pounds loudly against his chest as he waits for your next words, unsure of what to expect.

“did you want a kiss too while we’re at it?” the smile he’s so familiar with returns to your face, and the world seems to stop as he processes your question.

[moneymartin]

teen gf Shauna headcanons pleaseee

🐶 - losergf!shauna hcs

warnings: mostly fluff but a lil smut under the divider :p

a/n: i know u didn’t ask for loser but shauna shipman is soooo loser girlfriend u cannot tell me otherwise. kinda messy and trash… i’m so sleepy rn i’m writing this half awake nd lowk a lil drunk UGH

taglist: @deerlottie @ultrone

my brown eyed beautiful baby where do i even start.

def the most athletic yj i will stand by this till the day i die

MUSCLE MAMAAAA

rolls up the sleeves of her flannels so you can see her muscles pop 😮‍💨

not a gym freak though but she works her arms 100%

cuddlebug fosho

little spoon and you can argue with me about that all you want this girl loves to be held

when she big spoons though she’s burying your face into her chest all the time

she plays with your hair tho no doubt abt it

even when you’re cuddling her instead

super soft kisses all over you while you doze off

sleeps after you do just to make sure cause sometimes you end up sleeping a lil too hard and she needs to make sure you aren’t dead

well thats what she thinks.

wakes up early even though she sleeps the latest out of the both of you

when you sleep for way too long she ends up full on wrestling you until you wake up

music geek

she def loves the smashing pumpkins, radiohead, the cranberries, the cure, mazzy star, jeff buckley, pavement, the cardigans. artists and bands of that genre

had a walkman like nat’s that you guys share on walks together

also has a vinyl player that she keeps at hers so you could listen to music with her when you come over

writes about you in her journal while she listens to the music

also writes these cute little love letters for you and she’ll write what songs she listened to while writing

sleepovers all the time though she’s one of those girls

drives you all over the place too

no matter how far so that you know she truly loves you

she goes absolutely nuts when you’re wearing her clothes i fink

esp her flannels

the moment you’re seen wearing one she can only think about taking it off of you cause it looks so good 😞

loves when you wear her jersey too

or her letterman jacket

funny sock gal

wears the one w monster faces on em or something like that

south park socks… hmo

SMARTY PANTS

got accepted into brown for a reason

she’s always helping you with assignments in case they’re too hard

she runs through them so fast though it actually baffles you to how she can do it

book geek too

has probably read harry potter a million times

edgar allan poe is her main dude she def likes poems and stuff from him

genuinely has a momma instinct

before you even get sick she tells you to be careful with the cold

and you don’t listen.

so you do end up getting sick and she has to take care of you until you’re all better

babies you but is also teasing you cause you didn’t listen to her warnings about it 😭 she could tell beforehand that you were gonna get sick

unlike lottie i think shauna has the ability to cook and stuff like that

not a 5 star chef but she’s good enough for you

being touchy in her public is her thangggg

you guys are always touching somehow

pinky holding, interlocked arms, holding hands, her just grabbing your wrist. she’s always gotta hold you no matter whaaaat

not very possessive but definitely a jealous person

makes it known she’s jealous w her attitude

has those anger issues we all know it

is not afraid to make a scene in front of a bunch of people she will cuss someone out for even looking at you

but she’s just jealous cause she’s really insecure :( poor girl my god

she thinks that the people you talk to are better than she’ll ever be

you have to reassure her countless of times so she can feel better about herself cause she’s always questioning you abt it

she loves little make out seshes behind the bleachers

its def the thrill of being caught like she loves that so much 🥸

when she kisses you she isn’t rough i think she’s very gentle actually

caressing your jaw and cheeks so you know she’s there and its not just some dream 😭

loves sitting on your lap while kissing cause it makes her feel like she’s the one in charge

also cause your hands are always in the spots where she wants them without her having to ask

biting…

teeth marks EVERYWHERE!!!

dom fosho but that’s not relevant rn

during arguments this girl is ruthless

not because she wants to hurt you but it’s because she’s always bubbling up

bottles up everything cause she’s afraid people won’t listen to her

but she’ll apologize eventually after if it looks like whatever she said got to you

won’t mean anything she tells you she just gets so mad at everything cause she can’t express herself as well :(

she regrets it so fast too like she’s immediately saying sorry afterwards

def a lace girly

loves showing off her new sets for you…

red black and white are the favs

OUUHHH

whiny as fuck but also holds her noises in cause she thinks they’re embarrassing

PANTER AND GROANER FOR SUREEEE

switch i think

like if she really wanted to she could top you but she’d rather be a power bottom

have you ride her strap or whatever…

its blue.

loves when you eat her out though cause she gets to pull on your hair

makes you talk her through it and when you’re topping but when she tops shes SO bold

she loves when you praise her thats the only thing she wants to hear from you during it

makes you kiss around her tits for sure

thats where she always wants you to be

when she’s jealous you’re constantly asking if she’s okay which leads into an argument

meaning that it’ll probably lead into really hot angry sex from her

the car scene really spoke to me

initiates everything too

anyways i’m done i’m so tired

[rascal-xo]

Ghost fanfic idea!!

He is in love with reader and has expressed it to her on multiple occasions but they discuss it and realise that their line of work isn’t ideal to have a relationship. So they keep at this game with flirting and just barely being sexual with each other

Until! Konig comes into the picture and she genuinely falls in love with him too. He shows her another way to be treated (we all know Ghost is stiff and gruff) as in all soft and puts flowers in her hair. ONLY THEN GHOST GOES CRAZY, LIKE EYE TWITCHING CRAZY AND STARTS TRYING DOING THE SAME THINGS AS KONIG TO GET HER BACK. READER THEN DECIDES WHO SHE WANTS TO GIVE HER HEART TO — you make that call cos I cannot choose between those 2 hunks.

Just an idea ��� I’m a lil crazy so ignore if none of this makes sense

Unspoken Love | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

A/N: I love this request omg. I hope I was able to do your vision justice :) Part 2

Chapter Summary: So many things are left unsaid between you and the Lieutenant, but one way or another they’ll come out.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, SMUT, fluff, smoking, injuries, violence, ghost being hostile at times

Word Count: 1.3K (Its a long one, i’m sorry 😭)

For a soldier, love is war.

For Simon Riley, love is you. It’s the way you look at him in the plane when he’s giving orders, the way you accidentally kick his boot under the table during a meeting, without even realizing it.

For Simon, love is the way sunlight filters through the windows and casts a warm glow on your face. But Simon Riley is the man underneath the skull balaclava, the man you don’t know.

You know Ghost. Ghost whose name falls from your mouth like a prayer when his hands are tightly grasping onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as you ride him, chasing after the coil that begins to form in your stomach, as you cry out for him while his cock slams into your, causing you to deathly grip the duvet.

Ghost is who you glance at only when you have to during briefings. But Simon Riley, the man behind the mask, the man who watches you from across the room, with a yearning in his eyes that you don't see, are eyes you look into when Ghost tells you “We can’t go farther than this.” And you agree, pushing down your feelings you almost had, knowing it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.

That’s what you tell yourself when you lay in his arms with a leg over his stomach, as his fingers run gently through your hair. All the while so many words go unspoken from underneath the skull mask.

In the moment it only seems like a task, maybe even a ploy you think, to keep you coming back to each other for more release. But again, that’s what you tell yourself, because it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.

As the weeks go by, the tension between you and Ghost is practically yelling for no strings attached. It’s what you repeat in your head as you find yourself at his bedroom door during the ungodly hours of night, after the others have long gone elsewhere.

But when a new member is recruited to 141, the rules begin to change. You meet Konïg. The soldier in the sniper hood and the reaper build that are no match for the kind and soft voice soul underneath. You end up working together on multiple missions, learning each others crafts.

You find yourself no longer aching to find your release, but unbeknownst to you Ghost has found a reason to push you away, when all Simon underneath is wants you to himself, to feel the way you feel tucked in his arms. He finds himself doing the worst. Telling Price you’re not in the right state of mind to be fighting leads you to find yourself at his door again, but this time making yourself known.

“You took me off of the fucking mission!?” You yell, not wanting to but feeling the need to. Knowing whatever it is has nothing to do with your performance in the field.

“You're a liability, Sergeant." he says, his voice low and menacing. "You let your emotions get in the way of your judgment, and thats get you or your teammates killed." You bristle at his words, feeling the anger and hurt rising within you.

"You had no right to bring my job into your hands." you shoot back. Ghost walks closer up, towering over you with his intimidating. "It’s not up for debate. That’s a direct order." he says, and for the first time you can see his eyes blazing with intensity. You can see Simon.

After a few more weeks, the late night visits become a distant memory. As you come in the pub with the team after a victorious mission, Konïg finds his seat next to you. “Look what I found, Schön.” (Beauty) He calls you, capturing your attention. It’s one of the many endearments you hear from him as you two get closer, and Ghost drifts away farther.

He listens to the conversation, only sitting a few seats away next to Soap. He doesn’t want to but he does, only hurting himself more. His knuckles turn white around the class of liquor, seeing the way Konïg makes you smile.

Did Konïg see you the way he did? Simon thinks to himself under the mask. Did Konïg fuck you like he did?

His blood boils at the sight of his hand resting on your arm, playfully. Ghost finishes his drink, but Simon is the one who leaves the pub without saying a word, beginning to resent himself for not telling you what you are to him when he had the chance.

A week later, you're back in the field with Ghost and the rest of the team, determined to prove to him that you belong. The mission is a covert operation to take out a high-value target, and everything is going smoothly at first.

But then, as you're moving through the enemy stronghold, a hostile sneaks up on you from behind. You don't see him coming, but Ghost does. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the ground and in a flash the bullet hits him in the one spot his vest doesn’t cover. “GHOST NO!”

In a haste attempt you cover against the remaining hostiles in your zone quickly getting on the radio,

“This is Delta 6-2, Ghost is shot, I repeat we need Evac NOW.” telling your team over the comms confirms your worst fear; Losing him. You’re rushing towards the extraction point, heart pounding not sure what to think, how to think. It all becomes a blur.

Blood stains your clothes as you realize you have been badly cut. Medics take you away as soon as you step foot on base, not even getting a chance to see him. The thought of him dead almost eats you alive.

You spent the a day waiting anxiously for news about his condition. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you received word from Captain Price that he had made it through surgery and was stable back at base.

You were discharged from the med bay the next day, and as soon as you were able to, you made your way to a place you knew too well. Without even bothering to knock, you pushed open the door and walked in. And there he was, sitting at the edge of his bed with his back facing you.

He instantly turns around, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Simon…” For a moment, you were frozen in place. The stone cold man you had been so intimate with, the man you had shared so many nights with only to avoid in the mornings, is now right in front of you, exposed and vulnerable. He puts out the cigarette between his fingers, on the ashtray next to him.

His eyes are full of emotion you can so clearly see looking right back at you. “I thought you died.” Your voice breaks, as you try to compose yourself, but it’s no use, the tears now falling from your face.

“How could you put yourself in that position? You could’ve died!” You started, moving closer. You can resent me all you want Lieutenant but-“

“I love you.” The world ceases to move. You're stunned, unsure of how to respond. All the words you'd been too afraid to say, all the feelings you'd been too afraid to reveal, are suddenly laid out in front of you. And now, standing before you, is the the man who had been there all along.

You had finally come face to face with the man underneath the mask. “I’ve loved you since the day we met, Y/N. I’ve loved you through every mission, every bullet we’ve dodged.” You forget how to simply breathe. “Everytime you have walked through that door, I have loved you. And I cant stop.”

Without another thought, he takes takes your face in his hands, his bruised knuckles gently on your skin, as you meet his lips. His lips are soft and tender, yet urgent and passionate. It’s a kiss that conveys all the unsaid words and phrases.

As you pull away, he look into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but instead he sees the very same love looking right back.

For a soldier, love is war.

For Simon Riley, love is you.

A/N: Any comments for future fic suggestions?

[kakujis]

teach me!

a/n: bro idk wtf this even is.. i was just horny at 3am the other night and its been sitting in my drafts since LMAO. but i like the idea of y/n being super dependent on her prince soo

ft: prince!izana x afab!maid reader

wc: 0.6k

warnings: orgasm control + denial, choking (like one lil squeeze.), fingering, lil bit of dacryphilia aaand thats it.

being prince izana kurokawa’s maid meant two things: one, that you were expected to be the best at what you did and two, that his word was law. that was what everyone thought at first, but you were completely and utterly awful at your job.

you knew what all the other servants had to say about you behind your back, muttering about how you were a detriment to izana whether he knew it or not. some even questioned if you were as pretty as he thought you were, surely, he saw something in you that they didn’t or else he would have thrown you out long ago.

but what they don’t know is how much izana loves giving you “personal” lessons. your back is pressed against his chest, uniform bunched around your waist and your legs spread pretty for him as you fuck yourself with your fingers.

“you’re doing it wrong,” he chuckles in your ear, “that’s why you can’t cum.” he grabs your wrist, pulling your slick covered fingers out. “now do it again, like i showed you.” 

you shift and try again, trying to emulate what his digits feel like when they curl up into you making you squeal. it feels good, sure, but it’s nothing compared to how he does it. resting your head against his shoulder, you whine up into his neck, panting about how it’s not the same if it’s not him and you can’t do it on your own. you’re frustrated from chasing your high, release still so far away. 

“well that’s no good,” he says, pulling out your fingers once more. he brings your hand to his mouth to suck the juices off your digits. “let me show you again. i’m doing this so you won’t need me every time, okay?” he’s lying, especially with his voice so sweet. he knows that no matter what he teaches you, it won’t be enough without him. that’s why he sneaks you into his room every night to see you mewling into his neck or his sheets, it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re pliant underneath him. 

he starts by circling your puffy clit, applying just the amount of pressure he knows you like. then he slips two digits in, strokes languid and slow. it's already better, his fingers thicker and longer than yours filling you up so much than you could. when you arch back into him, he grabs your chin to force your head down. “pay attention,” he snaps.

“s-sorry..” you whimper, biting your lip as you watch as your pussy sucks him in. he always feels so good, rubbing up against that sweet spot that makes your walls clench around him. moving his palm down to rub on your clit, you throw your head back onto his shoulder again, already ignoring his command, glancing up at him with glass blown eyes. 

“that feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, looking back at you, eyes laced with mirth. he moves his hand down to squeeze lightly on your throat. "see how easy it is? you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he picks up the pace, scissoring you open and you can feel your orgasm coming. 

“i’m gonna-“ you gasp, bucking into his hand. he squeezes harder on your throat, what precious air you had escaping you. it’s at that moment, when the pressure is going to snap that he pulls his hand out. your pussy clenches down on nothing and you whine. 

“you’re not.” he says, matter of factly, grinning as he releases you from his grasp. you gasp for breath, you were so close. tears prick the corner of your eyes as you pitifully hump the air looking for any kind of stimulation. he pushes his fingers past your soft lips and you suck obediently. once satisfied he pulls them out and grabs your wrist once again, leading your hand back to your sensitive cunt. 

“now let’s try it again, hm?” 

[dragon-queen21]

this is a spur of the moment, no plannings going into this one because im not doing very well but shhh!!!!

(first off, im sorry i didnt say something sooner, ive been seeing your concerning posts lately. are you okay? seriously? i dont know if this is a line im crossing but if you want i could drop my blog if you ever need to vent. im sorry if thats too much i don’t understand things like this sometimes, but i genuinely hope your okay.)

but i wanna speak about lil sanji real bad, because i had a dream i was little and ive been having a lot of ideas about him lately and i need to project. also in honor of the sanji fan zine thats coming out (and that im totally not considering buying for 85 dollars as a early birthday gift) (or late since it ships in march lol)

- um idk i feel like hes a quiet little, especially before the crew found out he was a regressor, he doesnt really wanna talk, he just wants to be around someone. like i can see him pre coming out finishing like lunch or something and coming out and just sitting with nami and robin and theyre like “hello sanji kun do you need anything?” only to be confused when he doesnt start twirling like a love sick school girl.

^ or him going up to zoro PEACEFULLY and just plopping down and zoros fighting DEMONS not to say something brash and ruin the moment because sanjis clearly not in the mood, or if he looked close enough, not in the right headspace to deal with a attitude

-or even post coming out i imagine him just making everyone take a turn in holding him, not like pick up holding just. in the aquarium or something sitting on someones lap holding him close. give my guy some comfort PLEASE

- has one specific stuffed animal he keeps with him all the time. like first thing he asks for when hes tiny, f pacis, f sippys, give him his STUFFIE!!!!!!!!! youll never guess what it is (its a fish)

- i know a lot of people say sanji woukd be scared of the bigger members of the crew, and i so agree with that, but BUT the bigger members of the crew holding sanji like a actual baby? proportionally hes closer to the size of one if their hands

- no thoughts in this guys head, its just straight static. when hes younger, he has to like actually try to force two coherent thoughts together. i dont know he regresses really little a lot of the time, id say he stays closer to babyspace/toddlerspace than anything on the older side (he has so much trauma to work through)

ok im done im really sad so im gonna go to something productive to not. be sad byeebywwbyewww

📷

Thank you. I am just… having a time of it right now. People are… cruel, we’ll just leave it at that. And no your not crossing any line, if anything your words warmed my heart. I’m doing alright. Not the best not the worst just, fine.

I’m sorry you’re going through things as well :< We can suffer and be sad together <3

~~~

~I’ve seen talk about that zine floating around. 85 dollars is a lot but it would be fun to get.

Let me know if you do get it!

~“twirling like a love sick school girl.”

<- okay that made me chuckle. I can imgine there were so many alarm bells going off in their head. And maybe the just think that “oh Sanji’s… quiet”

~Zoro just aggressively chomping down on his sword and training to keep himself from saying something he knows will be stupud and unhelpful. And Sanji just seems so… soft and Zoro is like 95% sure this is some horrible mistake

~Attention starved. He’s just attention starved. Give the baby cuddles

~I’m quite partial towards the head canon of Zoro buying him a stuffed turtle. Sanji looking back and forth between Zoro and the plush before declaring “moss.” With no other explanation. Is that the plushes name? Is he just saying Zoro’s name? Who knows, certainly not Zoro.

~See I’m telling you. Caregiver Franky + babyspace Sanji. Just kdbjdbd best duo. (I just really really love cg Franky)

[faemytho]

“What am I supposed to do when I can’t even trust my own thoughts?” with Abyss Monarch and Eel,,, 👀?

yes yes yes. im craving them (voice of a guy who is writing a multichapter longfic series with them). i altered the sentence just a lil! hope thats ok.

HEY. vote abyss monarch and electric eel for COTY. okay? i need abyss monarch's goth ass in PINK. (and eel white day costume. pls pls pls)

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Electric Eel found them in the junkyard.

Wandercrab returned to this spot every so often, depositing the trash it cleaned up from other places around the ocean floor and organizing it. It was where they did their repairs to the city mech and where they picked up wanderers who waited for its return. It was the night before they would set out again, and Ink Cloak had gone missing.

"Hey," Eel called to them as he approached. They flinched where they were curled up, coiling closer around themself. Their hood was down, which was a sight Eel had never gotten to see. He stopped beside them, hands shoved in his pockets. "You okay, Ink Cloak?"

Without looking up, Ink Cloak shook their head. They hugged their knees tighter, tentacles twisting and curling where they sat in anxious movements. One of them found Eel's leg, and curled around his ankle.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, and they shook their head again.

Eel looked out over the junkyard. It had been from all this junk that he, Anglerfish, and Hermit Crab had built Wandercrab. That fact alone had given some value to this garbage dump.

Ink Cloak was silent, and Eel took a soft breath. "Can I sit with you?" he asked, and after a long moment, Ink Cloak nodded.

Eel took a seat beside them among the heaps of garbage, brushing some of it aside with his tail. The tentacle that had wrapped itself around his ankle squeezed, and he rested a gentle hand on it. Clearly something was wrong, but he couldn't force Ink Cloak to talk about it.

"Do you remember the day I found you here?" Eel asked after a moment of silence. Ink Cloak didn't look up, but they made a soft noise, an acknowledgement to keep talking. Eel pulled his legs close and looked out over the junk with a little smile. "You were completely out cold when I found you. I think you're lucky the worms didn't think you were dead and start trying to eat you."

Ink Cloak gave a soft scoff, but still, they didn't lift their head. Eel continued.

"You were all curled up in your tentacles, so I thought maybe you were hurt. Anglerfish just said you needed rest, but I was so worried about you that I stayed with you till you woke up."

"Idiot," Ink Cloak muttered, but there was no bite behind their tone. Eel grinned, even though they weren't looking.

"Hey, I was scared!" he protested with a laugh. "But also, I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up. I nearly tripped over you when I found you here, by the way."

Ink Cloak snorted. The tentacle around his ankle slowly uncurled itself.

"You remember what you said when you first saw me?" Eel tilted their head, stifling a giggle as Ink Cloak groaned.

"Don't remind me," they muttered, lifting their head just enough to speak. "That was embarrassing."

"You told me," Eel giggled, "that I was the brightest pearl in the sea."

"I was delirious!" Ink Cloak groaned, finally lifting their head and giving him a look. Despite all this, there was a quirk to the corner of their lips. "I was exhausted, I was not thinking clearly! It was dark, you were alight, and I was not in my right mind!"

Eel burst out laughing, a happy, carefree sound that echoed through the waters of the junkyard. After a moment, Ink Cloak joined in with quiet chuckles of their own.

"Still, I'm glad I found you," Eel said, letting his laughter die down. "It's kinda funny. You haven't been here long, but now, I couldn't even imagine Wandercrab without you."

He let himself look at them, really look at them. He'd never gotten to see their face unobscured like this, their eyes a vibrant green and their cheeks round and soft. Their eyelids were painted black, dark bags under their eyes. He hadn't even realized half of their head was shaved, their hair much longer on the other side. They were silent, staring at him.

"... Ink Cloak?"

"Ah," Ink Cloak said, soft and unsure. "Apologies, I just... was not expecting you to say such a thing."

"Well, it's true," Eel insisted, and Ink Cloak turned their face away. He frowned, shifting a bit to lean towards them. "What's wrong? Why are you out here?"

"I don't belong there," Ink Cloak murmured, turning their head to look at where Wandercrab rested. The lights of the city shone brightly, many different colors shimmering through the waters surrounding it. It cast the junkyard in a dim light of colorful shadows. "I don't belong in Wandercrab."

"Huh?" He looked at them, bewildered. What could have possibly led to that idea, Eel didn't know. "Of course you do! What makes you say that? Did someone say something to you? Do I gotta kick someone out?"

"No, no," Ink Cloak assured, their voice cracked and raw. "No, nothing was said to me. It was merely a fabrication of my own mind. Something I came to the conclusion of on my own."

Eel's frown deepened. "Well," he said, his voice soft and determined, "it's not true. Wandercrab is for everyone. You belong there just the same as I do, and if you don't belong in Wandercrab, then neither do I."

Ink Cloak stared at him, something like awed dismay on their face. "But I cannot stop thinking that that is untrue," they whispered. "I want to believe you, but you belong here, and I do not. What am I supposed to do when I can't even trust myself, or believe my own thoughts?"

"Trust me." Eel leaned forward a bit more, shifting where they sat and resting a hand on Ink Cloak's shoulder. "If you can't trust yourself, you can trust me until you can. Because I trust you, so if you trust me, then maybe it'll work out alright...?"

Ink Cloak looked at him, their gaze tired as it dropped from his face to the hand on their shoulder. Without a word, they took his hand in their own, holding it in both and staring down at it.

"You're such an odd cookie," they murmured, soft and simple, and lifted his hand to their mouth. The press of their lips to his knuckles made his breath hitch, heat drawn into his cheeks at the gentle action. "But somehow, you always know what to do."

Eel couldn't find his words, stiff and staring in surprise. The kiss tingled warmly against his hand, and the touch lingered long after it was gone. Their hand stayed grasped around his own, their fingers unnaturally cold against his. He didn't mind it, lowering his gaze to their joined hands.

"Electric Eel?" they asked softly, and Eel shook himself from his reverie.

"C'mon," he said with a little smile, squeezing their hand in his own and pulling himself to his feet. Ink Cloak followed without a word, their joined hands between the two of them. "I'm sure it's still happy hour at Choco Flounder's. Let's go get a drink."

Ink Cloak gave him a soft smile, looking down at him. Their hood was still down. Eel couldn't get enough of the sight of their face. "Lead the way," they said, in a tone that sounded more as though they were willing to follow him anywhere.

With his fluttering heart beating in his chest and their hand so neatly fit against his, Eel led the way out of the junkyard.

[sugar-omi]

what are your general thoughts on step 3 baxter bc i was replaying OL1 and i trying hard not to cackle at the fact baxter is 19 years old in like 2016. bc all i can hear is halsey, p!atd, arctic monkeys when i look at him; it's giving tumblr, hot topic, that specific period of alt fashion. like he looks like a k-pop idol, but has a weirdly deep voice and overly formal way of speaking. like that is a rich sheltered gayboy emo nerd, not a suave daddy dom. his ass is grass and mc is gonna mow it. i'm saying i find his whole aesthetic ridiculous even tho i do have a soft spot for his fear of emotional vulnerability.

LMAOOO NO I READ THE HALSEY, P!ATD, N ARCTIC MONKEYS AND YOU LITERALLY DESCRIBED MY MUSIC TASTE IN 2016-18 PLS JUST ADD MCR AND I AM IN RUINS.....

OMG STOP "HIS ASS IS GRASS AND MC IS GONNA MOW IT" PLS I LOVE YOU YOUR /WORDS/ IM ACTUALLY CRYING

honestly the only reason i don't clown him is bc I think him being older is 🥵🫣 but yeah I had to laugh when they called me Pepe le pew and Victorian emo man

I was literally getting ready to go out the one day after playing the dlc, and was trying not to fuck up my eyeliner from laughing bc pepe le pew is abnormally funny n idek what or who that is

HONESTLY I WAS SO GRATEFUL WHEN HE CHANGED CLOTHES

I COULD GET BEHIND THE SHIRT BUT THOSE PANTS.....

take em off

OH NO WHAT DO YOU THINK HIS UNDERWEAR LOOKED LIKE.... ik in step 4 he had fall leaves on his butt but what abt step 3.... im afraid 😟

okay I totally almost forgot your question, thank god I read things like 5 times before I'm sure I'm not missing smth but general thoughts....

well first thoughts was "who tf is this flirting w my man🤨"

now it's "who let this vampire out the house" bc baxter is so pale... pls I feel like if I put a firefly on him he'd burn like?!)!&*!^!??

final thought: "are you still looking to be sandwiched" bc poly cove/baxter/mc sounds PERFECT for all my issues (will never recover from the dialogue being different if you have cove at fond or crush when you start dating baxter.....)

also I'd like to eat him, did I say that alrdy? well I'd like to shrink him n nibble on him

OH MY GOD THATS OFF TRACK OK STEP 3 BAXTER THO. ID LIKE TO GRAB HIS FACE N YELL AT HIM

knowing he's going to break my heart...... pls... 5 moments wasn't enough imma need reimbursement for this heartache

I wanna sneak into his condo and lay in bed w him and make him laugh until he falls asleep n then I wanna wake him up w breakfast and then I wanna go on a lil stargazing date n walk along the edge of the water, the water only touching his feet when the wave goes up shore

n I wanna find all his lil freckles and moles n count them n be all close n tell him he's pretty like the moon and I wanna put on some song idk the lyrics to bc it's some Spanish love song or smth and make him dance w me even tho the most I can do is spin I a circle and circle literally one hip

and I wanna take him on a long drive w his dumb metal music blasting n make him yell it out w me and I wanna feed him his dumb fries w pie or whatever it was and I wanna make him lay in the grass w me and I wanna go build a dumb sandcastle and get him a silly lil toy that's prbly meant for kids n giggle abt it for a stupid amount of time and when we get home laugh abt it some more and i wanna play my dumb instrument and sing him a dumb song n AKAJHAGA I JUST WANT A FUCKJNG COMING OF AGE MOVIE W HIM I AM JAGADFALAH LOSING MY SHIT

okay.

I'm normal 🧍 ... I like this man a Regular amount

[lostfracturess]

omg nici i just read s&c and wanted to share my thoughtss w you <33

i freaking loved reader’s lil mental breakdown er i guess intrusive thoughts at the beginning during the aneurysm surgery, it was so realistic for the thought process as someone kind of derailing and when she came to the realization that she might be just as much of an adrenaline addict as satoru is i was GAGGED…like satoru really is getting inside her head (and i was doubly gagged when i realized SHE was literally inside someone ELSE’s head mid surgery) and idk if that was meant to be intentional or not but idc good grief you’re a genius nici i can’t praise you for it ENOUGH

Yet, with each precise maneuver, the thrill intensified. There was a sick satisfaction in holding that much power, in the knowledge that one wrong move and this fragile existence could be snuffed out in an instant.

i also LOVED this part so so so much. it’s no secret that surgeons are often to most egotistic n narcissistic people out there, and the way you describe it here, of a person having the control over a person’s life and how instead of frightening, sometimes that’s exhilarating in a self affirming way…love it. and then when you said too bad it wasn’t enough of a thrill for satoru…GAGGED AGAIN. but it’s curious too how you also mentioned he has no control over his own life, despite having so much control over others as his profession as a surgeon. i’m just— god ALL the parallels within such a short amount of time i am so fucking BLESSEDDD

AHHHH i had it spoiled in an ask you answered that suguru had feelings for reader and omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ok i love s&c gojo but im SORRYYYY NICIIII I JUST THINK S&C SUGURU IS THE MAN FOR MEEE 😫😫 my heart really broke for reader though, where she was so close to helping someone she loves but suguru got in the way of it all. but i also understand suguru, bc he’s known gojo so long, i wonder if he just thinks gojo is beyond help at this point

There were other battles to save your strength for. And the battlefield of Satoru's furrowed brow and those piercing blue eyes that bore into you was a battlefield that already took all your strength.

im gonna CRYYY also omg if gojo knew about her fathers death day n thats why he wanted to push it back…i will be so soft aaa. WHY IS HE ALSO THE PERFECT MAN i cant i mean i guess he’s not PERFECT perfect but idc i can fix him i swear xD no but seriously having two hot doctor men lookin out for meeee 🤞🏼😫 reader failing those classes is also such a mood LOL. reader’s panic attack was also so well written omg.

Hypocritical, maybe, after your breakdown, but you didn't want his protection, not in this way. You wanted to fight your own battles, for better or worse. Stubborn pride — a desperate denial of how the grief, the unrelenting struggle, chipped away at you.

i LOOOOVE reader’s personality so fucking muchhh. she always stands up for herself even after pitfalls and shortcomings n i love that it’s not a delusional confidence but a self aware one.

"I know," he said, burying his face against his shoulder for a moment. "Just because we can't be together...It doesn't mean I've stopped loving you."

im gonna CRYYYYYYYY why dont u just RIP MY FUCKIN HEART OUT INSTEAD i physically felt this in my chest. omg their conversation here was so aghshdhdjd the ANGST. reader saying she didnt deserve what satoru did to her broke me. but i also love how sorta soft soken this convo is? no yelling at one another, or screaming, or insults that cut deep bc they know eachothers insecurities. its just so in contrast to what we saw w them in the last chapter and i think it’s nice they have this range of communication but also it shows just how exhausted the two of them are because of all the failed history btwn them ahhhhhh. also i cackled so hard when gojo said i love u but reader said i hate u pls xD they are so iconic

omg maki is a real one frrr she is a NO BULLSHITTER 🤞🏼🤞🏼i loved the convo reader had w her friends!! and the line ab the heart holding onto hope even when it’s not the most rational was so raw n real. i’m glad reader at least has different perspectives

i freaking love the science jargon so damn much omg 🙏🏼😫 i have forgotten absolutely everything from my degree but it slowly comes back to me when i read s&c and that makes me so excited. i swear when im a doctor someday imma come back n read s&c and be like gat dayum nici really did her damn research!! xD no but just in general i think the glioblastoma research is really interesting bc its such a challenging cancer to target and has such high mortality rate, BUT ALSO the thing they’re talking ab with the t-cells to create a fake immune response to attack the tumor cells (im assuming thats what theyre talking ab lol) is so cool and i think thats the basis of immunotherapy which actually has really promising clinical trials going on rn for cancer treatment which is so super excitinf!! would i sound lame if i asked you for the papers you looked through for this chapter xD ALSO BLOOD BRAIN BARRIER MENTIONED LETS GOOO genuinely one of the coolest fuckin things in biochemistry PLS AND THE CYTOKINE STORM NIKI PLEEASEEEE NEVER STOP W THE MEDICAL JARGON IN S&C IF THE MEDICAL JARGON HAS NO FANS IM DEAD its genuinely so interesting i get to learn ab breakthrough oncology research AND i get to fuck my fave?!! 😫🙏🏼 god bless u fr

edit: PLS YOU GAVE THE DOI BAHAHA also sorry i just saw u said not to interact w the science material LOL my bad i am just so excited rn i miss studying so bad

side note i love when ur satoru goes “ha?” like he’s so sexy for that and it’s so incharacter for him PLSLDFJH also damn he called us stupid woman AND reckless idiot in one chapter ✋🏼😔 like ok damn im dumb what about it?!?!????!??🤨🤨awwiie stopp im so soft for gojo rn he’s like practically cradling her to sleeeppp 😭😭😭 also PLSSS reader sleepily chanting the research is so real bahha like when u pull an allnighter for an exam n only have like a couple hours to sleep

nooooo omg reader visiting his grave is so sad :( and the fact she never even got to say GOODBYE…..im so sad. i love the underlying theme of grief in this chapter and also ADORE the depth you’ve given to reader sm. coming back here after reading the author’s note—PLSSS do not hesitate or worry to ass depth to the reader’s character!! i get the same way in my writinf where im like oh its an x reader no one cares to read ab the reader’s backstory but no it adds sm more to the story and only strengthens the narrative as well as the romance n connections within the story!! like bae if u want me to have a traumatic past then i’m here for it xD

omg the interaction w readers mom was going so well n cure n then i audibly gasped when she switched from sweet faced to rude at the mention of the research. its so sad how her mother is in denial, but i love how theres a contrast in the different ways that people grieve in a family. “i know she lost her husband, but i lost my father. i was grieving too.” AHHHH this is so painfully good, i love it <33 i really do love how reader chose herself in the end. learning to care for someone that is grieving i think can turn into codependency really fast, and i admire she took a step towards her career rather than staying back in a place that wasn’t healthy for her. but obv i feel for the mom too, it mustve been really hard to be left alone like that. i hope she can work her relationship out w her mom :””) i love everything satoru is saying to her rn, he’s so incredibly emotionally mature, and i really understand why reader believes in him n wants him to be better. he’s a great man that just needs a little bit of saving 😭❤️

OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHH the scene w satoru’s ROMANTIC SOLILOQUYYY my fucking heart he is so bridgerton man coded 🙏🏼😭 like the part where he talks about hsi HEART and his SOUL like DAMn thats on par w anthony’s speech to kate YOU ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE AND THE OBJECT OF ALL MY DESIRESSS 😫😫🤞🏼🤞🏼 i need this man so bad omg shonda rhimes NEEEDSS to adapt s&c pls i’ll pay from my own pocket xD also reader randomly coming up w a breakthru for her research while she’s gettin the most romantic speech or her life is so fuckin funny n she’s so real for that AHAHAH and the futon bit was sooo cute

ALSO ALSO ALSO

I FREAKING LOVE THIS PART i love a little age gap romanceee n this was soooo hehehehe 🥴🤭 like yesss bb do declare how you have more wisdom on meeee now pls fuck me 🤞🏼😫

ughh the way he’s so domestic w reader’s mom is giving HUSBAND VIBESSS LIKE HELLOOOO THAT’s ur MOTHER IN LAW RIGHT THERE. also aw he convinced her mom to try therapy?? i fucking cant 😭 he is just 10/10 man in this chapter i want to sobbb when is it my turrnnn i want to marry him so bad

HELPDKDJHDHD WAI TWHAT HE ASKED FOR HER HAND IN MARRIAGE IM THAT CAME OUTTA NOWHERE LOL THE WHIPLASH I JUSt EXPERIENCED ICANT HAHAHA

wow i loved this chapter!! so much happened and it was all just S tier writing, S tier dialogue, S tier everything. i loooved the constructive conversations in this one, w reader’s friends, and w suguru, and w the mom, just soooo much about all the characters relationships w one another revealed in such subtle n powerful ways. HONESTLYYY i think this is my FAVORITE chapter of s&c so far, so marvelous :””) thank you SO much nici for all your hard work n care n effort you put into this story, you’re such a queen. much love from me ❤️

okay first, sorry for the late response, but i wanted to have enough time to reply to your message with the same amount and detail that u spend to send me this incredibly sweet message bc u deserve it !! you know, u have no idea how happy this makes me :'')) (but like as a writer yourself, you know the feeling when your heart is basically exploding we you see others obsess over small details in your writing like yourself, right ?? it's really the best feeling ever) <33

when she came to the realization that she might be just as much of an adrenaline addict as satoru is i was GAGGED…like satoru really is getting inside her head

yees, she slowly loses her own mind hahaa. and i wanted to show it there a little bit, that she slowly comes to the realization, that her motives why she does this medical thing might not be as altruistic as she thought and maybe she is just a little bit more like satoru than she wants to admit, oh myyyy hehe.

it’s no secret that surgeons are often to most egotistic n narcissistic people out there, and the way you describe it here, of a person having the control over a person’s life and how instead of frightening, sometimes that’s exhilarating in a self affirming way…love it.

think it's kind of unrealistic to say they just do it because they're altruistic, and i think it also has something to do with canon satoru, like he enjoys the thrill of combat and so does s&c satoru with like the thrill of surgery (and s&c reader too).

and then when you said too bad it wasn’t enough of a thrill for satoru…GAGGED AGAIN. but it’s curious too how you also mentioned he has no control over his own life, despite having so much control over others as his profession as a surgeon.

yeesss !! loved that part too <33 i think that's also why he clings to his surgeries and addiction so much, bc it gives him some illusion of control even tho it's like the exact opposite.

ok i love s&c gojo but im SORRYYYY NICIIII I JUST THINK S&C SUGURU IS THE MAN FOR MEEE 😫😫

ellie, stay strong for our blue eye princess !!! don't let yourself get distracted !!! ahhhhh !!!

my heart really broke for reader though, where she was so close to helping someone she loves but suguru got in the way of it all.

yes, it must have felt like the biggest betrayal. like, of course suguru had only good intentions but when u fight so long for someone to finally trust you, for him to accept your help and then it gets snuffed out in an instant ?? must feel devastating.

but i also understand suguru, bc he’s known gojo so long, i wonder if he just thinks gojo is beyond help at this point

yes, he does think that.

i LOOOOVE reader’s personality so fucking muchhh. she always stands up for herself even after pitfalls and shortcomings n i love that it’s not a delusional confidence but a self aware one.

ahhh, that makes me so happy !! i never know how readers react to it, and if it makes sense to others, so i'm SO GLAD that you understand what i wanted to transpire with her personality :'')) <33

omg their conversation here was so aghshdhdjd the ANGST. reader saying she didnt deserve what satoru did to her broke me. but i also love how sorta soft soken this convo is? no yelling at one another, or screaming, or insults that cut deep bc they know eachothers insecurities.

i LOVED writing this conversation !!! like it's so vulnerable it had me clutching my heart while writing ngl. reader understands him so deeply that she is so soft with him, despite her anger that is still very prominent there, but she swallows that anger to not force him to apologize to her or hurt him even more.

like she has every right to do so, and still chooses different. but then again, the anger is still there and she needs to say it one time, that she is indeed hurt and that it was indeed unfair of him.

but also it shows just how exhausted the two of them are because of all the failed history btwn them ahhhhhh.

yeeess, they are so exhausted at this point, it breaks my heart (i'm the author i know, this is my doing lol).

i freaking love the science jargon so damn much omg 🙏🏼😫 i have forgotten absolutely everything from my degree but it slowly comes back to me when i read s&c and that makes me so excited. i swear when im a doctor someday imma come back n read s&c and be like gat dayum nici really did her damn research!! xD

oh god ellie, you know more about this than i do, so please don't dwell too much on the medical details here because i'm 100% sure they don't make any sense ahahhah.

would i sound lame if i asked you for the papers you looked through for this chapter xD

noooooo, we love a curious mind ahhhh !!! but yeah, i wrote the DOI of the paper in the chapter notes hehe <33

ts genuinely so interesting i get to learn ab breakthrough oncology research AND i get to fuck my fave?!!

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS <33

side note i love when ur satoru goes “ha?” like he’s so sexy for that and it’s so incharacter for him PLSLDFJH also damn he called us stupid woman AND reckless idiot in one chapter ✋🏼😔

i can imagine him so vividly like that !! with his dumbfounded face, mouth hanging open, then he slowly raises an eyebrow and be like haaaa ???? and in his mind he is already undressing and fucking you rough lol.

i love the underlying theme of grief in this chapter and also ADORE the depth you’ve given to reader sm.

so happy to read this :'')) <33

PLSSS do not hesitate or worry to ass depth to the reader’s character!! i get the same way in my writinf where im like oh its an x reader no one cares to read ab the reader’s backstory but no it adds sm more to the story and only strengthens the narrative as well as the romance n connections within the story!! like bae if u want me to have a traumatic past then i’m here for it xD

ohhh and i'm happy to read we're on the same page with this !!

i love everything satoru is saying to her rn, he’s so incredibly emotionally mature, and i really understand why reader believes in him n wants him to be better. he’s a great man that just needs a little bit of saving 😭❤️

yeess, he's such a GREEN FLAG, he just a bit stupid and insane and an addict, but i mean ??? how can u not love him when he says things like that ??? ahhhh

OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHH the scene w satoru’s ROMANTIC SOLILOQUYYY my fucking heart he is so bridgerton man coded

this was his big ass bridgerton moment yeess hahaha. we love a man pathetically in love with his woman <<3333

also reader randomly coming up w a breakthru for her research while she’s gettin the most romantic speech or her life is so fuckin funny n she’s so real for that AHAHAH and the futon bit was sooo cute

priorities i mean ??? satoru can wait ahahha

I FREAKING LOVE THIS PART i love a little age gap romanceee n this was soooo hehehehe 🥴🤭 like yesss bb do declare how you have more wisdom on meeee now pls fuck me 🤞🏼😫

same girl, same !!! like, yes please tell me how the world works, bc i'm too stupid for it, but beware if you ever mansplain anything to me i'll kill u (and now choke me pls). <33

wow i loved this chapter!! so much happened and it was all just S tier writing, S tier dialogue, S tier everything.

ahhhhhh !! thank you so so much again for sharing your thoughts and emotions while reading the chapter, your insightful analysis mean so much to me :'')) i hope u find money on the pavement this week, i'm manifesting this for u !! <3 love you !!

[itspkuwu]

EEnE characters ranked (MY OPINION)

Let’s cut right to the chase, because I really wanna put this out there.

Lee Kanker is in last place. She gets lower than F tier. Where Marie and May had moments where they seemed to genuinely care about each other, Lee just sits there, manipulates, and spreads cruelty. And as for the times where Marie and May were fighting/being mean etc? Well, I have a theory. Remember in Big Picture Show where we see that Lee has a third eye? You know who else has a third eye for no good reason…?

DEMONS. LEE IS AN ACTUAL DEMONIC MENACE WHO BRAINWASHES HER SISTERS JUST TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL MISERABLE. AND EVEN THEN SHE MISTREATS HER “MINIONS” TOO.

And remember when Nazz kissed Double D and Eddy on the cheek? Compare that to how they react to the Kanker’s kisses. How big those lips are… that specific shade of red… the way the Ed boys become horrified every single time…

THE LIP STICK IS CREATED BY LEE AND HAS DARK MAGIC INSIDE OF IT. THATS MY THEORY. IM STICKING TO IT. SCREW YOU LEE.

(that was a joke lolol)

Everybody in the “lol why” tier it’s just an object that isn’t Plank or I haven’t seen those episodes yet. So I can’t really give my thoughts yet.

Rolf’s animals get their own tier. They have an amazing caretaker :3

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DORK DORK DORK DORK ITS KEVIN DJDJUDUFHDBRJRIRID.

He’s just a jerk lol.

Eddy’s brother (whose name is apparently Tarry??) is also a jerk. But he makes a pretty cool antagonist. And he just makes me like Eddy even more.

also i feel like he would be a tumblr sexy man

Mildred blinks at you :D

Plank is an immortal God who will one day rule the world. This is my canon.

I REALLY wish we could have seen more of what happened to Jonny post Big Picture Show. Him being “The Gourd” and having a villain arc just sounds super fun. Other than that he’s just a weird kid. I like him.

Don’t let Jimmy fool y’all. He’s a lil maniac. He probably gets it from Sarah. And it’s always a shocker to me given how much he acts so innocent and harmless. He’s a pretty neat anti hero.

I KNOW I SHOULD HATE SARAH. But I feel like there’s more to her than meets the eye. I honestly think her parents taught her the hate her big brother. If they weren’t around, she probably wouldn’t been to mean to him. Making me feel extremely sympathetic for both of them. And at least she looks after Jimmy, giving her redeeming qualities.

To be honest this show needs a character like Nazz. Everything has to be balanced out with someone who isn’t constantly out to get something, being mean, or acting like a weirdo. But yes, she does have her moments, which are rightfully deserved. Plus, I just really like her chill and hippie way of going about.

Marie Kanker and May Kanker are being ranked together. The potential they have to be redeemed is through the roof. They deserve so much better. If Lee wasn’t around to mess with their heads, I think they would be truly happy. Marie could spend her days jamming out and living on the edge, while May is cute and ditzy and a voice of reason at times. Plus both of their hairstyles are really eye candy for me.

The Ed boys are also being ranked together. What else can I say that hasn’t been said already? The way these three bounce off of each other is extremely enjoyable and definitely gets good laughs out of me. I know they have their moments where they aren’t so friendly, but you don’t always have to get along with someone for you to still love them. And when the gentle giant goof, the soft hearted nerd, and the selfish man with a heart of gold do get along, it’s sweeter than jawbreakers :)

AND NOW WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE TRUE GOD. THE LIGHT IN DARK TIMES. THE DIAMOND WITHIN THE DIRT. THE ONLY BOY ON THE SHOW WITH A GOOD HAIRCUT.

ROLF. THE SON OF A SHEPHERD.

Rolf is hands down one of if not the best side character in animation history. He’s a goober for one thing. But a goober that’s gets us to take him seriously. You do not mess with this man. His pride is enough to break you leg. And yet, he still manages to be one of the nicest characters in the show. He’s so friendly and upbeat! And when he isn’t… his dark side is also a fun time.

And another thing, he’s a fish out of water. Which also allows the viewer to feel sympathetic for him. Like in Wish You Were Ed. Seeing Rolf cry is something you’d never think you’d see, but when you do, it makes you feel a somber emotion you had no idea existed. It’s amazing.

yeah, Rolf is amazing.

Also I asked my sister if she wanted to dance to That’s My Horse at her wedding and she said no. What a loser right?

So uh, that’s my list. Hope you enjoyed.

Go hug a chicken.

[samioli]

Gosh the more I hear about DD the more I’m like I’m so glad I’m still playing Apollo Justice. Uhhhhh oh! Top five or three if your personal NRMT Headcanons and maybe one or two of your HCs for Phoenix and Miles by themselves? I saw a post earlier about like hard and soft HCs, hard being stuff you just need to have about the character for them to make sense to you and soft is less rude or die but something you still enjoy.

I guess one for me is the Bi Phoenix / realizing he’s also attracted to men. It’s not a deal breaker really but if a fic went out of its way to say he was only gay I might squint a little like mmmmm not a fan but you do you

And then a soft one is him having heterochromia. I can flow with his big brown puppy dog eyes but despite recent set him having two blue eyes isn’t Bad. But it’s one of those things I never noticed until someone said it and I saw they changed Maya to have blue eyes too and THAT feels wrong haha (no hate to blue eyed Maya-truthers)

yeah, dont get me wrong, theres still some REALLY GOOD NRMT moments in DD (like if u present phoenix's badge to miles, for instance) but that combined with that one quote i mentioned earlier just. does not make sense to me.

anyways! hmmmm interesting. i guess for NRMT, one HC is like, i dont like when miles is REALLY mean, esp during sex???? thats probably just a me preference but idk, like. a lil degradation is fine but they both should be having fun, yknow?? and sometimes i see miles depicted like he doesnt really care or that phoenix has to fight for his attention during sex, and while kink stuff like that is totally fine, i just don't personally see it for them in particular. these two are so obsessed with each other that it makes other people sick. one hard HC would be that Miles is super supportive of phoenix during the 7yg. they def had some ups and downs during that time, but miles was always there for him. ALSO a side hc, i HATE when people think miles would be disgusted by how phoenix looks?????? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding?? miles wants to touch his stubble SO BADLY and he thinks phoenix looks hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! end ted talk last hc would be that, even if he says otherwise, miles loooooooooooooooooooooooooooves phoenix's voice and how much he talks. loves it. cannot get enough of it. one time they get into a fight and phoenix doesnt talk to him for like. idk, an hour or two tops and hes just like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺internally. and god dont get me started about sex!!!!! he esp loves phoenix's voice and talkativeness during sex two headcanons for Miles Edgeworth: that he's nuerodivergent in some way, i guess. im partial to him being autistic, but its all great tbh. and another headcanon for him would be that he actually has the biggest sweet tooth and won't admit it Two headcanons for phoenix: He has BPD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and desperately needs to go to therapy for his issues my god. (i have BPD, been in therapy for a long time, im a whole lot better than what i used to be jsdnsjkd) OH and he also has adhd. hes just like me fr thank you so much for the ask!!! im sorry that i rambled jsaknsdk

[sicknessbysalem]

All I ever ask for is Novak so I'm super sorry for this!! I just thought it would be cute to have Novak sick, and he somehow ends up on the couch, and wake up to find Elya trying to nurse him back to health with her little doctors kit. Then Yuliya/Marina coming in to actually help. I can just imagine Novak being all feverish and so confused at why his daughter is humming and standing over him on the couch whilst sticking fake plasters all over his face haha. (If you can stick a lil emeto in too)

honestly nonny, ask for novak as much as you like!

i was so excited for this ask because i realized that i rarely include elya in novak's fics which is kind of odd given thats his daughter but in my defense a lot of my fics have taken place when he's at games or something.

i decided to keep this lighthearted ish and i feel like its a little shorter than my norm but i have been having some serious issues writing lately outside of my fanfiction projects/whumptober/etc

if you have anymore questions, comments, concerns, etc., feel free to send them my way!

tw for emeto, fever, illness, implied seizures/medication for seizures

cw for novak's daughter (7) trying to be a 'caretaker'

Novak hadn’t made it ten minutes into the team meeting before he felt it—a cold, heavy pressure building behind his eyes, stomach twisting violently in warning. He's been leaning against the wall as Coach Johnson was starting the team meeting. He felt off since he got to the stadium, but he was quick to accept that he probably forgot to eat something before slamming not one but two coffees with minimal thought at best.

He'd been dizzy, clammy, and overall not great, but surely it would pass, it usually did. Besides, he often woke up in the mornings with the vaguest waves of nausea, but there was nothing he could do about it. Novak could hear his coach's voice fading in and out, but the nausea was growing relentless.

When the retching finally hit, it was abrupt, forceful, and humiliating. The locker room’s sterile light flickered above him as he emptied his stomach onto the floor out of almost nowhere, the edges of his vision blurring with the effort.

Coach Johnson had sent him home, no questions asked.

The drive back was a blur of pounding headaches and waves of queasiness that made Novak wonder if he should stop and pull over somewhere. Elya was safely at school, and he thought, for sure, Marina would be working at the gallery by now. It was late morning. He’d be home alone, with just enough time to shower and maybe rest.

But the second Novak pushed open the front door, he saw her. Marina was in the kitchen, framed by sunlight streaming through the window, pouring herself a glass of water. Novak’s heart sank. The familiar, normally comforting smell of her cooking—something savory, rich—filled the air. Under any other circumstance, it would’ve wrapped him in warmth, a reminder of home, but now it was an assault on his already fragile stomach.

The nausea churned violently in his gut, and he barely made it to the bathroom. The sound of his retching echoed off the tiles, merciless and loud, and it went on and on until Novak thought he’d pull his insides out with it. Thirty minutes passed, though it felt like an eternity. By the time he finally stopped, he was trembling, forehead pressed against the cool rim of the toilet, drenched in sweat.

His mother’s footsteps were soft but unmistakable as she entered the hallway. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just waited in that silent, patient way she always did. She stayed back, she knew that was better.

"Give me a second," Novak said, flushing the toilet and using the sink to pull himself up. "Alright, I-"

“Couch, no questions,” Marina finally said, her voice firm but gentle. “You threw up your medicine.”

Of course she knew. She always knew. Novak wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and groaned. “Mamon,” he muttered, “I took my medicine at six this morning. It's kicked in by now. That’s not the problem.”

Marina folded her arms, her lips thinning into a disapproving line. She wasn’t having it. “And yet here you are, throwing up. Twice now. Landon called me after practice. He’s worried.” She paused for emphasis, and Novak could see her worry breaking through. “And I am your mother. It is my job to worry. Besides, without the medicine, we both know what could happen.”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. The word seizure hung unspoken between them, a dark cloud they both wished would dissipate but never did.

“Landon’s a snitch,” Novak muttered, rubbing his hand over his face as if trying to erase the exhaustion written all over it. “I’m fine, Mamon. Probably just a stomach bug. Landon’s wife was sick last week. Elya told me her friend was out sick too.”

Marina raised an eyebrow, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Still,” she said softly, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. Not having that medicine or losing it might trigger a seizure. I’d much rather you have one out here where I can keep an eye on you than up in your room where you think you can handle it alone.”

She placed a blanket over him, as if he were still a child and not a twenty-seven-year-old man—a grown man who had played professional football, a man reduced to weakness by a body that constantly betrayed him. Novak wanted to argue, to tell her he was fine, that he could handle it. But the weight of his own exhaustion pressed down on him, and all he could do was nod weakly, his eyes already sliding shut.

“I’m fine, Mamon,” he murmured again, though even to his own ears, it didn’t sound convincing.

Marina stood, brushing his sweat-dampened hair from his forehead with a tenderness that made Novak’s heart ache. “Just rest here,” she said, her voice soft now, the edge of command replaced by pure love.

He sighed heavily and nodded, sinking deeper into the cushions as he felt the tremors in his limbs start to ease. His mother’s presence was comforting, even when it made him feel like a kid again. But as much as he hated to admit it, the woman had a point.

-

Novak stirred, the weight of exhaustion pressing him deep into the couch cushions, his body sluggish and uncooperative. The fever clung to him like a second skin, leaving his muscles heavy and sore, each breath shallow as the illness fought to keep its grip on him. He hadn’t shaken off whatever bug had found its way into his system, and the ache settled into his bones like an unwelcome guest refusing to leave.

The world around him felt distant, muffled in the haze of fever and fatigue, but something began to pull him from the restless sleep he had drifted into. It wasn’t the fever or the pain that woke him this time, though. It was the soft, melodic hum of a child’s song, high-pitched and sweet. The sound drew him from the depths of sleep, and with it came the faint sensation of something gently pressing against his skin.

Novak blinked, vision still blurred and unfocused as he tried to make sense of the scene before him. His head felt foggy, the room swaying slightly with the fever that hadn’t let go, but through the haze, he caught sight of a small figure standing at his side.

“…Elya?” His voice was barely more than a rasp, his throat dry and raw from sickness, but the name escaped his lips instinctively.

His seven-year-old daughter stood beside him, her face lit with concentration, completely engrossed in her task. In one hand, she clutched her toy doctor’s kit—a bright plastic case filled with pretend medical tools—and in the other, a roll of colorful, stickers to be used as bandages. Elya hummed softly as she worked, her brow furrowed in the serious way that only children can manage when they’re playing pretend, as if the fate of the world rested on her tiny shoulders.

Without noticing her father had woken, Elya pressed another plaster onto Novak’s forehead, smoothing it down with delicate fingers. His cheeks were already dotted with them, along with his nose, each one placed with careful precision. He could feel them and it made him stifle a laugh of his own. Novak blinked, more awake now, but still dazed from the fever.

“What… what are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice still rough around the edges but laced with affection.

Elya’s eyes widened as she realized her dad was watching her, but the surprise quickly gave way to a proud, beaming smile. She clapped her hands together, as if pleased with her handiwork. “I’m fixing you, Daddy!” she announced, her voice bright with confidence. “You’re sick, so I’m making you all better!”

Despite the heavy fog of fever weighing him down, Novak couldn’t help but smile. His heart swelled with warmth at the sight of her—so earnest, so determined to take care of him in her own little way. He reached up with trembling fingers, gingerly touching one of the stickers stuck to his cheek. “I see that,” he murmured. “You’re doing a great job.”

Elya’s smile grew even wider at the praise. “I’m a good doctor, right?” she asked, leaning over to stick yet another plaster onto his forehead. “I put them where you need them!” She hummed again, her little fingers working with practiced seriousness as she added the final touches to her masterpiece.

Novak chuckled softly, though it quickly turned into a cough that rattled his chest. The warmth of the fever was making his head spin again, but watching Elya play “doctor” was the only thing that seemed to anchor him to the present, a comforting distraction from the misery that clung to his body. He didn’t mind her antics—not in the slightest. Even when he felt like this, she was the light of his life, a spark of joy in the haze of sickness.

Before he could say anything else, he heard the soft padding of footsteps, and then Marina appeared in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, her brow furrowed, the worry etched deeply into her face as she took in the scene before her.

"Sorry, I thought she was occupied," Marina said.

Novak shrugged, sitting up better, "She's fine, I should probably get up anyway."

“Elya, honey,” Marina began gently, though Novak could hear the edge of anxiety in her voice, “Let’s give your dad some space, alright? He needs to rest.” She moved closer, her eyes scanning Novak’s flushed face and the pile of colorful plasters that now covered him.

Novak shook his head weakly, his voice still hoarse but more insistent this time. “It’s fine, Mom. She’s just… she’s just playing. Really.”

Marina sighed, her eyes softening, though the concern lingered. She knelt beside the couch, reaching out to place a hand on Novak’s forehead. Her touch was gentle as she pulled a sticker off, but Novak could see the flash of alarm in her eyes as she felt the heat radiating from him. “You’re burning up,” she muttered, the words slipping out as her maternal instincts took over.

Novak managed a tired smile, “It’s alright… she’s just trying to help,” he murmured, his gaze shifting back to Elya, who was watching the exchange with wide eyes. “She’s a good doctor.”

Elya, sensing her father’s approval, beamed up at her grandmother. “I made him all better, babcia!” she announced proudly, her little hands gesturing toward Novak’s plaster-covered face.

Marina chuckled softly, her heart caught between amusement and concern. “I can see that, darling,” she said, brushing a hand over Elya’s hair. “But even doctors need to let their patients rest.”

Novak shifted slightly, grimacing as the nausea rolled through him again. “I’ll be fine, Mom. It’s just a bug. No need to worry.”

Marina gave him a look, the kind of look that said she wasn’t buying it. “You always say that,” she said softly. “But look at you. You’re sick as a dog, and now you’ve got Elya fussing over you.”

Elya, who had been watching this exchange with big, curious eyes, piped up, “I’m helping Daddy! I’m making him better.”

Novak smiled faintly at his daughter’s insistence. “See? She’s helping. It’s fine, Mom, really. Don’t worry about me.”

Marina sighed again, her eyes softening as she looked from Novak to Elya. “You’re too stubborn for your own good,” she muttered, though there was affection in her tone. She reached up, gently brushing back a lock of hair from Novak’s forehead, her touch cool against his feverish skin. “You’ve been sick for hours. Let me take care of things.”

Novak leaned back into the couch, his body too weak to argue further. “I just… don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re never a burden, Novak,” Marina said firmly, giving him a pointed look. “You know that.”

Elya, still holding her toy doctor’s kit, climbed onto the couch beside her dad, settling against his chest as if her presence alone could make him feel better. Novak wrapped an arm around her, his heart swelling with love for his little girl, even as his body protested every movement.

“I’ll get you some water,” Marina said after a moment, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. “And something for that fever. You need to rest.”

Novak nodded weakly, closing his eyes again as the warmth of Elya’s small body against him helped ease some of the discomfort. He could hear her humming again, her little fingers tracing patterns on his arm, and despite the fever, despite the nausea, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment. For his family.

When Marina returned with the water and some medicine, she found Elya laying curled up next to her dad, staring at the TV and watching whatever was on. Novak was half-asleep himself, his breathing shallow but steady.

“She’s a good doctor,” Novak murmured with a faint smile, his voice barely audible. He reached up and ran a hand over his daughter's hair.

Marina chuckled softly, setting the water down beside him. “Yeah, she is,” she agreed. “But now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Novak, too tired to argue, simply nodded, grateful for the quiet, the warmth of his daughter, and the steady presence of his mom watching over him.

[punanimite]

ok? and they’re kissing rn bc i say so

[ticklish-n-stuff]

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ okay, so what if like Rui was trying take a nap on Tsukasa’s lap during lunch break and Tsukasa brushes his hand through his hair and thats how he finds out his ears are ticklish or something

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Tickletober day 26: New discovery (again)

OMG?! MARRY ME RN! HOW DARE YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A CUTE SCENERIO!!! PLS THIS MADE ME SO SOFT FOR MY BOYS!

I hope you like it :3

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic)

Lee: Rui

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was lunchtime over at Kamiyama high. The boys had eaten together, or more so Tsukasa scolded Rui into eating his vegetables... which he still didn't. Either way, Rui was now feeling tired and being the bestest boyfriend in the world, Tsukasa offered him to lay down in his lap. The purple haired male lost no time getting comfy in his partner's lap, nuzzling against his thighs as if they were a soft cushion.

Tsukasa chuckled as he softly ran his hand across Rui's hair, gently brushing his fingertips through it. It felt quite relaxing for Rui, definitely made the sleepiness worse. His eyes fluttered close as he let out a sigh of satisfaction, wishing this moment could last forever. Although, Tsukasa's fingers would ever so often stroke along the shell of his ear, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and to let out some soft, cute giggles.

"Hm? What's so funny?" the blonde quirked an eyebrow up as he kept caressing Rui's hair.

"I-it's nohothing!" he chortled out, his cheeks slowly turning red. Of course Tsukasa wasn't convinced, he looked down at where he was touching and that's when it hit him. A smirk made it's way onto his face as he lightly wiggled a finger behind Rui's ear. "EEP! Ehehehe! T-Tsukasahaha!" Rui squealed and whined as he tried squirming away from the evil finger.

"How come you didn't tell me you have ticklish ears?! That's so cute!" Tsukasa smiled down at him as he kept caressing the cute tickle spot.

"Okahahay! I gehet it!" looks like Rui wasn't going to be able to take his nap, oh well. He sat back up, thinking Tsukasa would let him be but oh no no no he was so wrong. Tsukasa found this detail of his rather adorable so of course he had to exploit it.

"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT bad~" Tsukasa's smile grew wider as he went back to lightly scratching behind Rui's ear, enjoying all the cute giggles and sounds his boyfriend produced.

"Pfft! Ahahahaha!" poor Rui would try leaning away from the ticklish touch, but didn't really do anything to stop him.

"Gahh you're like a ticklish 'lil kitty, so cute!" Tsukasa teased as he clutched his chest all dramatically, making Rui whine once more through his giggles. But their fun would soon be over when the school bell rang. Well... Rui let out a sigh of relief. Before he could get up to leave though, Tsukasa pulled him towards him and whispered into his ear "We'll continue this later~". Even Tsukasa's breath hitting against his ear was enough to send ticklish chills down his spine. Rui was definitely awaiting dreading what he'd do after class.

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Anyone who requests one of my fave blorbos is automatically engaged to me/j 💖💖💖

[i-always-wanted-brothers]

52! ler!peter2 lee!peter3 because i definitely feel like he would say "not there..." about someone getting near his feet or bad rib😂❤

Oh this is cute, thank you for sending it in! I hope you like it! So sorry for the delay on it! I realized this is my first time writing a lee other than Peter 1, so let me know what y'all think! Also, I think I'm gonna try out the tickletober challenge (a little late, but there's no harm in doing it at a different time!) Hope y'all like this and I promise not to disappear again lol @parker-fluff (I promised I'd tag you when I finished this so here ya go!)

The whole world was warm. Warm and soft and peaceful. A soft, dim light peaked through the curtains but Peter 2 didn't mind. He was as cozy as can be, curled up under a mound of blankets in his soft bed. He'd wrapped up work at Otto's lab early last night se he didn't have to bring anything back with him.

A soft click of the door let him know that one of his younger brothers had entered the room, but he wasn't aware enough yet to even consider getting up. Someone pulled the thick comforter back and quietly slipped into bed next him, pulling him closer and wrapping their arms around him. Peter 2 sighed and melted into his brother's arms, smiling when he felt a kiss pressed against his head that was tucked under the other's chin. Probably Peter 3 then. Yep, this was a good way to start the weekend.

Gentle fingers started scratching up and down his back, making him smile and hum in approval. Just as he was on the edge of falling back asleep, he flinched slightly as Peter Three's fingers moved to brush over his side. He tried to stay still, not wanting the moment to end, but the teasing gentleness was simply maddening. He hummed in play annoyance and angled slightly away but Peter 3 just adjusted with him.

"Cohohme on Thehee," he chuckled into his pillow.

"Shhhhh just relax Peter!" Two could hear the mischief in his brother's voice. Suddenly Peter 2 squealed and turtled as Peter 3 danced his fingers over the back of his neck.

"AlriGHT that's it! Get over here, you!" Peter 2 surged up and turned around, grabbing Peter 3 around the waist and knocking him down on the bed, rapidly squeezing at his ribs as they fell down. Peter 3 was squealing right away.

"Did you really think you could tickle me this early in the morning and get away with it?"

"Shuhuhuuht uhup, Two!"

"Ohhh no you're asking for it now!"

Poor Peter 3 was already in hysterics, his happy laughter bouncing around the room.

"No no I think you're trying to get something," said Peter 2, smirking at the other, "So how about you fess up and tell me what's got you going today, huh?"

"NeHEver!"

"You sure about that, buddy?" Peter 2 started slowly walking his fingers up Three's sides, slowing down even more as he neared his giggling brother's ribs.

Peter Three's eyes grew wide in anticipation and horror as he realized what was about to happen. He bit his lip in a failed attempt to try and hide his smile.

"Don't you dare, old man."

Peter Two's smile grew till his eyes were crinkled up in the corners as he gently laughed at his brother.

"So THATS what you wanted, huh? Very well then!"

And with that, Peter 2 struck, wiggling and squeezing his fingers right into Three's ribs making him let out a shriek and fall into loud, bubbly laughter.

"WAIT! Not theHEHRE NAHAAHAHAHAH! PETER!"

"Nono, you brought this on yourself young man!"

Peter 3 squeezed his eyes shut and turned onto his side halfheartedly trying to escape the tickles, wheezing and giggling as he weakly pushed at Two's hands. His strength was failing him quickly as Peter 2 relentlessly played at his ribs.

"This what you were trying to get? You just wanted some tickles?"

Peter 3 shook his head in between silent giggles, now just holding on to Two's hands and no longer trying to push them away.

"Well? What'd you want huh? You gonna talk lil buddy?" Peter 2 stopped to give him a break, but kept his hands resting on the other's ribs just in case he needed some encouragement.

After a few moments of Peter 3 gulping down air and getting out the last of his giggles, he was still quite and almost uncharacteristically shy.

"Hey Pete, what's up? You know you can talk to me." Two was slightly worried something was wrong, but Three had seemed so happy just a couple moments ago.

"Nothing really. I mean- I just wanted to hang out with you today. You've been busy a lot lately."

Peter Two's face softened and he smiled gently at Peter 3.

"Aw buddy, I'm sorry! You could have said that, you didn't have to tickle me awake you know."

Peter 3 smiled smugly and shifted his weight under Peter 2, "Yeah, but it's more fun that way!"

Two's eyes narrowed glaring playfully down at him. He flexed his fingers against Peter Three's ribs and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no," Peter 3 gulped and suddenly his rambunctious laughter was bouncing off the walls again. Peter 2 laughed with him, beaming down at his little brother. A good weekend indeed.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Guilliman is the daddy. Ultrawife and Robby are churning out kiddos.

(okay be prepared to see this scene for real later without Emps, but it tickles me. Pretend it's an AU. This is just tooth rotting fluff. I'm sick and stuck in bed I'M ALLOWED MY LIL INDULGENCE)

TW CHILDBIRTH.

It took 26 hours, ultimately, for your firstborn to arrive.

In the 26 hours, you experienced a gauntlet of emotions, from joy, to fear, to rage, to fear again. Despite having the best medical care the galaxy could offer, you were terrified.

It didn't help that Roboute was on the precipice of a total breakdown. The Primarch paced like a wounded animal across the floor of the bedchamber.

"Is this normal?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Is there nothing you can do to ease the pain?"

"We've administered the standard pain re-"

"She looks pale, why is she pale?"

"Roboute?"

"My Lord Primarch, it's common for mothers to experience a level of-"

"Are you certain she's alright?"

"ROBOUTE!"

All fell silent as your husband looked at you, then rushed to your side. "Everything is going just fine. It's supposed to hurt thats norm- FUCK!"

Another contraction hit, and the room descended into chaos again.

"Roboute." The voice want any louder than a conversational tone, but all fell silent as your father in law appeared in the doorway. The team of apothecaries, Sister Midwives, and servants dropped to their knees as he strode into the room, and supplanted Rob at your bedside. "Are you well?"

"As much as I can be, Lord, it's all very new."

He placed a hand against your forehead, and the pain lessened to an ache. He whispered. "Would you like me to take my son outside? I'm rather worried he'll strangle one of these people."

"That might be best, Lord."

He smiled at you. "You'll do just fine."

---

"What if she dies?" Roboute asked, hushed.

"She will not, and you are not helping her by losing your composure."

Guilliman's jaw tightened, and it seemed he would become angry, before his expression fell.

"I don't think I'm strong enough to lose her, Father."

The Emperor stiffened, and was silent for a long moment. Father. Usually Guilliman called him Lord, these days. He never sought fatherly affection, certainly not fatherly advice.

He placed a hand on Guilliman's shoulder. "Her name was Ayatarsa."

"I don't understand."

"The mother of my first, in the ancient days. It was dangerous, then, having children. Many women I knew perished doing so. I was... Deeply and truly afraid, then. Battle, diplomacy, these were things I understood. But when I held our child for the first time-"

You screamed from behind the closed door, and the Emperor's grip tightened.

"I knew, also for the first time, the real and true terror of loss. It makes you human, Guilliman, to fear for her, for the child."

He sighed. "I've lost so much of myself, in the last ten millennia."

The two sat for a time, in silence.

"I never got to hold you."

"What?"

"You were a weapon, Roboute, that I created to forge our way into an era of peace. But one of my most potent regrets is that I never held you, or any of your brothers."

There were few times in his long life when Roboute Guilliman was speechless. This was one.

"I made you to handle anything and everything, any challenge, any circumstance. You'll be just fine."

And a small, but powerful cry pierced the air.

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You held the small, wiggling bundle, wrapped in a soft, blue blanket, and the axis of your world shifted.

The doors flew open, and Roboute stared.

One of the midwives spoke. "It's a son, My Lord."

He walked over to you, his eyes wide with wonder.

"Look at our boy, Rob!" The infant had a shock of golden hair.

"What if I drop him?"

"You won't."

Rob held the boy for a long time, bouncing his little form, and cooing.

This man has conquered star systems, but it seemed his proudest accomplishment was this.

The Emperor followed him in.

Roboute turned, and asked. "Would you... Like to hold him?"

They exchanged a strange, loaded look, and your husband passed the child to his father. The Emperor looked down, and smiled.

"Well hello, little one." The baby gurgled, and you swore your father in law's eyes were shining. Then Hh gasped. "He... He has my mother's eyes."

"What?"

"Strange is not, to see the eyes of woman dead for 50 millennia?"

It took great effort to persuade him to pass his grandson back to you.

One of the apothecaries coughed politely. "Shall we make the announcement, My Lord?"

"Yes. This signals hope for the future, and -"

Guilliman looked back at you, you grinned.

The Emperor was making noises. Little nonsense noises, as he hovered over the child. The baby giggled, and all three of you beamed.

"Hope for the future."

(I needed a seratonin boost and for these idiots to be happy.)

-Long Anon

[mypassionsarenysins]

disremembered.

Past!Steve Rogers x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader. 

Summary: Steve Rogers had lived his life, it was only fair for you to live yours right?

Author’s Note: okay so another crossover and for this I’m thinking of Christian Bale batman, so read at your discretion. It’s also a lil sad and some happy parts. Thank you to @stuckonjbbarnes @honeyloverogers and @buckysmischief

Steve stared at the roof looking at the white pristine celling. 

He waited for the other person on the other side of the room to finish with her nightly routine. 

He kept staring at the ceiling closing his eyes and for a brief moment he felt you.

His mind had the ability of taking him back to that night, the moment he decided to leave her. Trying to conquer an illusion, a fleeting moment of what should have been. 

His mind told him to do it, but his heart. 

His heart was the most unforgiving part of himself that never really let it go. 

And now here he is age clear on his face, wrinkles in his one youthful hands that made you laugh, that held you when you cried, now old and lonely. 

He had everything he was looking for, or so he thought. 

A knock on the door interrupted his thought making Steve get up from the bed looking outside the window as he makes his way to the front door. 

He opens the door smiling at the man on the other side who had his infamous frown plastered on his face. 

“Come in please,” Steve motions to the living room but the man on the other side doesn’t make a move, for a moment it looks like he could burn at the mere thought of walking through the door. 

“No,” the man says anger written clear on his features. 

“Bucky you’ve been here before,” Steve motions with pleading eyes, but Bucky stays unmoving. 

“You really think I wouldn’t know that Scott wouldn’t tell us what you wanted to do,” Bucky says as he gets more and more exasperated. 

“It’s not what you think,” Steve please as he closes the door and walks to the porch Bucky leaving as much distance as possible. 

“No it’s much worse,” Bucky says. 

“Sam and I receive this call from Scott saying that you met to get back to the past to get back to her.” Bucky says. 

“You already lived your life Steve, you have a wife, kids, and grandkids.” Bucky motions at the house. 

The house that he build but thought of you in every detail, when Peggy would ask about why he would say. 

“Because its meant to be that way.”

She never really mentioned it again but the essence of her was in the house of all time. 

From the constant need to have sunflowers in the kitchen because, 

“Steve if there is gonna be flowers in the kitchen its gonna be sunflowers.” You said softly as you unwrapped the bright flowers from the brown paper.

Or how he still kept the little folded handkerchief you embroided because, 

“That is more your style Steve.” You said softly as you stand on your toes and kiss him softly on the lips.

After all those years Steve could still see you, feel you, and on some night he can almost touch you. 

“Bucky I don’t think you understand, this, this is meant to be hers,” Steve says looking up at the house that took him a good decade yo built.

When Peggy asked him why the changes to the house he was never brave enough to admit that the house never felt his and Peggy’s, he always felt this should’ve been your house with him. 

“This is not her house Steve! She already has a home,” Bucky says accentuating each word he said. 

“Her home, with her fiancé” Bucky said louder coming face to face to the man in front of him. 

The words surprised Steve more than it should. He knew he had no right to complain at this point. You were free the moment he left her, he assumed you would move forward, but he felt the slight betrayal in his core. 

But who was Steve to judge when he was the first one to move forward. 

Still that voice in the back of his mind that always brought you up was, angry, to say the least. 

Steve takes a deep breath and takes a seat over the rocking chairs on the front porch. Another touched you where enamored by. 

“Steve, when we get our house he have to put rocking chairs in the front porch.” You said sternly yet a smile shone on your face. 

“Why is that sweetheart?” Steve ask as serially as he can with you sitting on his lap. 

“Because I know we are growing old together, and you of all people should know that people of a certain age like rocking chairs on the porch, old man.” You say that last part and leap out of his lap running away you giggles is all that can be heard in the apartment as Steve laughs and runs after you. 

“Tell me about it,” Steve motions to the chair, but Bucky stays still.

“Steve you just have to let it go,” Bucky tries to appeal Steve but he knows it’s a lost cause. 

Bucky sighs and sits on the step on the porch, his back turned to Steve as he recalls the news and everything that lead up to it. 

“She actually left New York a couple of weeks after you left,” Bucky recalls with sadness on his eyes. 

Bucky remembers how betrayed he felt, you where leaving him, just like Steve. Of course now he realizes it was for the best, but at the moment, he had a different mind set. 

“You are gonna leave me to? Huh? My so called new sister, just gonna walk away like him?” Bucky yells angry as you turn to him shocked face and tears on your eyes. 

“You don’t get to compare what happened,” You drop the box in your hands and sob. Your sobs clear Bucky’s head for a minute. 

“Steve left us Bucky, he left to follow his dreams, I am allowed to try to move forward!” You yell from the place on the floor as you hug your knees. 

Bucky slowly approaches you realizing that this is bigger than he could’ve ever imagined. He realized in that moment that he was supposed to be Steve’s past, but you, you that opened you life to him. 

You so soft and tender, never an ounce of judgment or regret of letting him in. 

You that tenderly took care of him, welcome him into your home, and called him your brother to anyone who would listen. 

You where supposed to be Steve’s future. 

And now all you both had left was the whole Steve Rogers left. 

“Don’t cry petal, I’m sorry,” He says tenderly as he reaches for you slowly. 

“Do you think that I want to leave my home. My whole life behind.” You say as you calm down and look at Bucky with sadness, but love for him. 

“I know Steve left you too, but you can come with me to Gotham. “ you say as you look at him with determination. 

“But New York is my home,”  Bucky tries to reason. 

“But it’s bit mine anymore,” You say softly as you hold his hand. 

“I am always here Bucky, I just can’t be here anymore.” You motion at the left overs of you heart. 

“I know I am just afraid,” Bucky rest his head on your shoulder. 

“I know but I am you sister James Barnes,” you say determination clear in his voice. 

“ Also someone’s gotta keep an eye on Sam, he’s your responsibility now you know? Handling Captan Americas’. That should be you new name.” You joke making Bucky laugh. 

“Alright let’s finish this before the pigeon arrives and see us sad. He can stand people being sad, he always has to be so happy and sunshine-y.” Bucky says as he stands up and hold his hand out for yours. 

You smile up at him as he hold you up he envelops his arms around you hugging you desperately. 

“Thank you, for being here, I am really going to miss you,” he says softly. 

“I am always here, never forget that,” you whisper. 

As you continue to hug the front door announce loudly the third person of the party arrived. 

“So I go out for pizza in the cold streets of New Yorker and this is how I find you red eyes and hugging like we are never gonna see each other again?” Sam asks leaving the two large pizzas on the table. 

“As if you could get rid so easily of me,” you say as you open you arms, Sam jumping in. 

“Never petal, we are family here.” Sam says as Bucky hums in agreement. 

“Okay that’s enough of the mushy stuff we gotta get this lady to Gotham city!” Sam yells as you all laugh. 

In that moment Bucky felt like everything would be alight and true to your word, even if you had to fly to New York or Louisiana, you where there even of it was for something as simple as birthdays, holidays, or just because Bucky was missing you. 

Bucky tells the story more of a reminder of who you where, than to tell Steve about you. 

From the past years Bucky visited Steve he never brought you up. He felt like his loyalty was to you. 

“So she left everything behind huh?” Steve wonder heaviness in his heart, but a small light shining knowing Bucky was never really alone. 

“I think thats what she needed to heal.” Bucky says standing up. 

“She was always there, at the end of the line.” Bucky says harshly and with protection written all over the place. 

“Bucky,” Steve stands up to reach him. 

“I need to go weddings gonna be next week and I can’t wait. I’m giving her away,” Bucky says as a smile makes a way to his eyes. 

“You know I always thought I’d be you at the end of the altar.” Bucky says as he starts leaving. 

“Also if you really need to know you should look at social media, everything you want to know about him is there.” Bucky says walking out suddenly he stops. 

“Tell the misses I said goodnight.” Bucky says looking up at the house one last time as he gets on his bike driving away leaving a trail on dirt behind him. 

Steve sits there for a while emotions swirling in his being. 

As he pulls his cellphone out he hears soft steps and he looks up to look at his wife. 

“Steve you’ve been here for an hour what happened?” Peggy says taking the chair next to him concern on his face. 

“I just- Bucky came over, he just needed someone to talk to.” Steve says as he tries to smile hiding yet more emotions form his wife. 

He was good at that, he guessed. 

“Oh strange he didn’t stay,” she shrugs standing up. 

“Yeah guys stuff you know,” Steve tries to laugh as Peggy smiles at him. 

“Oh this also arrived on the mail today,” Peggy hands him a white luxurious envelope. 

“Alright I’m going to bed,” She says as she kisses his cheek. 

“Okay I’ll be there in a minute.” He says as she heads back inside. 

He looks at the envelope and think nothing of it thinking its an invitation from Pepper. As he opens it and reads it he stays silent his eyes roaming all over the written words. 

            You are cordially invited to the wedding of 

                               Bruce Thomas Wayne                                              And                                (Y/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N)

    Who’s nuptials will be taking place in

The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

    Located at 1000 5th Ave, New York, New York. 

Steve can’t even finish reading as he drops the paper. 

Anger and sadness fill him as he stares at the mocking piece of paper on the floor. 

He takes out his phone opening google and typing Bruce Wayne and thousands of result pop up. He opens the wikipedia article and starts reading. After reading some information he looks at the some pictures and he sees it. You and him on a red carpet for one of his galas or something smiles all over as he click the article states very clear that since you went public with him he was seen visibly happier. He can’t help but mad at him, you, and specially himself. 

He sits again in the rocking chair, the one you where meant to grow old together on, and stare at the horizon thinking of you and what to do with the wedding invitation at his feet. 

How could he get back to you?