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seitmai · 3 days ago

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As always, many many thoughts

She studied his face with a knowing look for a few seconds before breaking out into a smile of her own. "Sir, I can think of so many ways you could help me. It's not even funny."

Oh God this is obnoxious

Her gaze dipped down to your belly as you stood before her in the lab. You knew you were showing. There was no denying it now. You had a bunch of appointments coming up with Dr. Morris, and you were just going to keep getting bigger until you had to wear the maternity tent again. You knew you were already huge and that you'd probably never be your normal size ever again. And the last thing you wanted was Cat Coleman of all people scrutinizing your appearance when she always looked pristine.

I just want to give her a hug! Also Cat would never!

Everything was made worse by Bradley's interactions with Indigo. She was everywhere on base, but now she had taken over your bar, too. You saw her this morning but managed to duck out of the way before those piercing eyes landed on you. She knew what you looked like now, and Cat's gaze lingering on your belly was doing nothing to give you a boost of confidence.

Urgh I just hate Indigo

You turned on your heel, boot squeaking on the floor and headed out to collect Rose from daycare. Everything was just a reminder of your size right now. Visions of candy bars danced in your head as you told yourself you'd go home and eat a sensible dinner while Bradley held his office hours. But you already knew... you just knew Indigo would squeeze her way in there with her pretty eyes and her perky tits. And your husband seemed to be oblivious to her. At least you'd tried to convince yourself he wasn't actively looking. But you knew she found him attractive. You could smell it on her a mile away.

🥺🥺🥺

"Yeah, Indigo hung out," he replied easily, brushing his fingers along Rose's hair with a smile. You swallowed hard, watching him on his hands and knees in his khaki uniform. He looked so good. Like ridiculously good. Broad shoulders and big biceps and a handsome smile. "Why am I not surprised?" you muttered, turning away from him. "I think they're friends," he said. "It's kind of amusing getting to experience the love and hate dynamics amongst the group. The women tend to stick together on the ground, but anything goes in the air."

Omg Bradley is oblivious it hurts

"Did you hear that, Nugget?" Bradley scooped Rose up in his arms and carried her into the kitchen where you were plating two meals. "Your grandparents are moving here to spend more time with you. And next summer, we'll take you and your little brother or sister back to Virginia to see where ol' Goose and Carole used to live, okay?" He peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling wildly, and every negative thought started to get fuzzy around the edges. When his brown eyes met yours, you nodded toward the table, and his arm slipped around your waist.

🥰🥰🥰

Bradley came home from his office hours on Monday to find you wearing only his old UVA shirt. The soft cotton was hugging your bump and showing off your legs, and he was ready to get on his knees and beg for you.

Well, let's get to it 🤭

"I hope you know how good you have it, Roo," you whispered against his lips. He knew. He knew all about it.

😌😌😌

"Shit. I'm gonna cum," he groaned, waiting until you nodded against his palm to lose himself. Hips thrusting, filling you with shallow strokes, he fucked you until your pussy was dripping. He watched the mess he made dribble down your ass before catching it with his fingertips. "I swear I don't think I can keep my cock out of you long enough for you to not be pregnant ever again." "No more slip ups," he echoed, smiling at your belly. He'd never consider this a mistake. Not in a million years. A surprise? Absolutely. But not a mistake.

Oh he definitely has a breeding kink 🤭

But every time you let your heart fill with happiness over your parents or the baby, you remembered that Indigo was texting your husband. You saw it for yourself. Right after he fucked you so good, you could barely walk, you glanced down at his phone on your bed. He had her number saved in his phone, and you wanted to cry.

Understandably

Unsure what else to do, you sat in your office during your lunch break and cried. The tears were hot and miserable on your cheeks, and a headache instantly started brewing behind your eyes. It took you almost ten minutes to get yourself under control, and by then you didn't even feel like going to the cafeteria for food.

The worst feeling

"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, already leaning forward to stand again. "Want me to grab you and the baby something to eat and bring it up here?"

He's so sweet and thoughtful (if he wants to be)

"Bunch of children," he replied with an eye roll. "Look like they just graduated from high school." His eyes went wide. "Oh shit, that probably means I look old now."

Ahahahah

"I know they like to hog the line in the cafeteria. One of them took the last slice of pizza yesterday, and I had to wait for a new pie to finish baking. Food should be based on seniority. I outrank all of them."

Valid haha

I bet he is more excited about this than he lets on 🤭

"It was hard to tell in the dark, but her face seemed okay. Nice-ish body, but come on..." Indigo gestured to herself. "The man's only human, and his wife is definitely older than me. That much is easy to tell. And she'll be huge again soon." You tried to get up from your seat quickly, fighting with yourself to get out of the room, but it was too late. Both of them were standing now, still chatting as Indigo turned your way. As soon as her eyes landed on your face, you saw them widen. That pretty blue color looked terrifying as a smile of recognition spread across her lips. Indigo absolutely knew who you were now. Her eyes dipped down to the hyphenated name pinned against your chest, and now she knew you weren't a random civilian. She knew you were an officer who worked on North Island. She knew way too much as she took in every inch of your body. And she looked really pleased by what she saw.

I am all against violence, but I really want to punch Indigo in the face

Aim for the Sky Part 32 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're struggling through your pregnancy, trying to stay calm as your worries about Bradley grow as quickly as the baby. Bradley wants to put his best foot forward at work, making himself available for office hours, but maybe he's made himself too accessible.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, smut, pregnancy topics, lactation kink, jealous

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley's new office was coming along nicely. Everything was standard issue Navy grade, but he started adding some touches here and there to make it look more personal. The file cabinet was covered in ultrasound photos, one column of Rosie and one of her younger sibling.

He glanced at the wedding photo on his desk before adjusting it and wincing. You were still mad this morning that he overdid it at the Hard Deck last night, but he wished you would just let it go. It's not like he drove home drunk or anything. Nat and the guys were just excited to learn he was going to have another kid. The drinks just kept coming.

There was a knock on the door, and then Maverick poked his head inside. "You have a minute?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied, waving him inside. "It's not like I can tell you no. You're my commanding officer, Mav."

The older man chuckled, setting some folders on the desk. "I need you to keep all of the forms updated for each of the pilots. It's best if you work on it every day and then update the hard copies. You should have time to do this between visits during your office hours."

Today was the first time Bradley was holding office hours, and honestly he felt a bit like a college professor: the aviators were kind of his students, and he was responsible for making sure they were prepared to fly.

"Not sure how busy my office hours will be," Bradley muttered. He should probably send a text to remind you he'd be home a little later than usual tonight. While he didn't want to make a habit of missing dinner with his girls, this was a far cry better than being deployed.

"You might be surprised," Maverick replied with a smile as he backed toward the door. "You've got a lot to show the others, Lieutenant Commander."

Then he was gone, and Bradley could feel the warmth rising in his cheeks. He just wanted to prove himself, but the first time someone had him up against the wall, scrambling for an answer, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd only started to advertise his extra hours during today's lecture, so it would probably be another week or so until someone came to him for any sort of guidance on a Monday evening. But he would try to be ready.

He was just opening one of the folders from Maverick when there was another knock on his door. This time when he looked up, he was met with a flight suit complete with a Golden Warriors patch identical to the one he wore. That would have been enough to let him know it was Indigo, but then he met her eyes as he stood up behind his desk.

"Lieutenant Jeffries," he greeted with a smile as she strode inside. "How can I help you?"

She studied his face with a knowing look for a few seconds before breaking out into a smile of her own. "Sir, I can think of so many ways you could help me. It's not even funny."

Bradley blinked, brow furrowed as he examined her. "Well, why don't you start with an easy one? It's been a long day. And something tells me you might be regretting the late start you got at the Hard Deck last night."

Her laughter filled the room. "I could never regret finding the officer hangout before the rest of my peers from Texas. I need to keep the edge I have over Rex and Spice." When she started to close the door, Bradley frowned.

"Keep it open," he said casually, reaching out to catch it before it shut. He didn't want anyone thinking he was playing favorites, and the little pout on Indigo's lips convinced him she wanted to be his favorite aviator. But she didn't argue. She simply sat down on the edge of the couch and looked up at him.

"The easiest way you can help me is by telling me where I can improve," she said, fingers toying with the zipper at her neck. "I want to be the best you've ever seen."

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You couldn't tell if Cat was actually annoyed with you or if she was just teasing, but you were too exhausted from a restless night to care.

"I can't believe Bradley told Jake you're pregnant before you told me yourself! I just saw you last night!"

"Please make sure you're eating and drinking enough," she told you. "We don't want another repeat of Annapolis where you could barely give a presentation. Or a repeat of the day you fell at work."

You gritted your teeth. "This pregnancy doesn't even feel like my last one. Okay? I'm eating just fine. Too well, actually."

Tears filled your eyes as you approached the daycare facility. If he was looking at her, you couldn't blame him. Indigo was beautiful, her body stunning even in her flight suit. Meanwhile you looked like an exhausted, lumpy, khaki-covered potato with acne and zero energy.

"Let's go home," you whispered to Rose, trying to smile at the daycare staff as you pushed her out in her stroller.

You were absolutely fine. You were totally fine. Or at least you would be. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

But all week long, you heard the same collection of call signs spilling from Bradley's lips, and Indigo's was always the first one. She was the fastest, most cunning, smartest, most decisive pilot he'd ever flown with. Any time you asked him a question about work, she was the answer. And he was late coming home almost every day.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Sorry, I had to stay in the infirmary with Spice after she strained her shoulder," he said, rushing inside on Friday night as you made dinner. "She couldn't even raise her arm to get her helmet off."

He kissed your cheek, letting his hand rest on your belly for a beat before he ended up on the floor next to Rose's play mat where she was trying her hardest to crawl to Tramp. As soon as Bradley showed up, she changed her mind and tried to get to him instead.

You pressed your lips together as you turned off the stove burner. "Did anyone else stay with you and Spice?"

"Why am I not surprised?" you muttered, turning away from him.

"I think they're friends," he said. "It's kind of amusing getting to experience the love and hate dynamics amongst the group. The women tend to stick together on the ground, but anything goes in the air."

Your stomach ached with hunger pangs, and the only thing you wanted to eat was ice cream. When you realized you'd eaten a frozen burrito barely an hour ago, you desperately wanted to go to bed hungry, but you started to feel guilty about the baby.

"My parents listed their house today," you announced, trying to change the subject before you started to cry.

He peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling wildly, and every negative thought started to get fuzzy around the edges. When his brown eyes met yours, you nodded toward the table, and his arm slipped around your waist.

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After he put Rose in her crib for the night, he met you in bed where you were wearing your glasses, your face freshly scrubbed. He was plainly getting hard in his gym shorts the more he looked at you. It was so obvious. When you stood on your knees and coaxed him closer with your finger, he met you there.

"I hope you know how good you have it, Roo," you whispered against his lips.

He knew. He knew all about it. He let his hand slide down over your belly, keeping you in place when you tried to scoot away. Then his fingers slowly yanked up the hem of his shirt until he was touching your pussy.

"Of course I know it, Baby Girl." He circled your clit with his middle finger before slipping it inside you. "I've got my Rosie. And my hot, pregnant wife with her perfect pussy." When you whimpered, he kissed your nose. "I've got it all."

You dragged the shirt up over your belly and chest, tossing it aside. For a beat, Bradley went completely dizzy at the sight of your tits. Then you made everything better by placing your hands on your breasts, working them until beads of milk appeared. Your head was tipped back, pussy squeezing his middle finger, and Bradley almost lost his mind.

His kisses were rough. He knew it. But you were whining Roo as he got undressed, and then you were guiding his lips to your tits. He had to have it dirty. His cock was so fucking hard, he needed to make you scream.

"Oh, fuck," he growled as his lips grazed your nipple, lapping up your milk until he thought he was going to pass out. Every inch of your body was so sweet and supple, but he wanted you babbling and begging.

Bradley meticulously cleaned you up until you were clinging onto him, then he pushed you onto your back. Without hesitation, he started fucking you. When you needed a hand over your mouth to keep from waking Rose, he was all too happy to help. When you spread your legs wider, he watched his cock glide inside your welcoming body over and over again until he felt his orgasm in his balls.

You snorted before reaching for his hand and bringing it to your lips. "After this one, I'm going right back on the pill. No more slip ups," you whispered. Bradley watched as your tongue darted out, licking his sticky cum and swallowing every drop.

"No more slip ups," he echoed, smiling at your belly. He'd never consider this a mistake. Not in a million years. A surprise? Absolutely. But not a mistake.

Bradley's phone lit up where it had been discarded on the floor when you slipped into the bathroom. He had a text from an unknown number with a Virginia area code. At first, he thought it might be his cousin Brenda letting him know she had a new phone number, but when he opened the message, his brow creased in confusion at first.

Lieutenant Commander, thanks for spending so much time with me today in your office today.

Only three people had been in his office with him earlier. One was Maverick. One was Forrest who he had to reprimand. The third was Indigo. Bradley hadn't been giving out this number, but it was readily available if anyone wanted to look through the registry in the lobby of the building where his small office was housed.

He scratched the rough stubble along his jaw, contemplating if he should respond after nine in the evening. He saved her number under her call sign and tossed his phone on the bed when you walked back in with a smile on your face. He should wait until the morning to respond if at all.

You yawned when he passed you. "I'm ready for bed, Roo."

"Give me a minute to brush my teeth, and I'm right behind you."

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By the end of the week, your parents had two offers on the house where you were raised. They were officially downsizing to a cute bungalow a few streets over in Coronado, and you were excited. Or you wanted to be.

You could ask him for permission to look at his phone. You could see what his reaction was. That would give you a good gauge of what exactly was going on between them. But Bradley had never once asked you to hand your phone over to him. He'd ever insinuated that there would be a reason he didn't trust you.

When someone knocked, you looked up at your door. Maybe it was Bradley. Maybe you could get his phone from him somehow and check it yourself. "Come in," you called, voice soft from all the tears you'd shed. Instead of your husband, Jake strolled inside. "Did you get lost? Cat's probably in the lab."

"Aww, come on, Angel," he drawled, dropping down into your extra chair. "I came all the way up here to see you."

"Oh." You were a little surprised. Everyone was so busy as the last quarter of the year was beginning, you felt like you hadn't seen much of him.

"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, already leaning forward to stand again. "Want me to grab you and the baby something to eat and bring it up here?"

"No," you told him quickly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed." You tried to smile, but you felt like you could cry again. "Are you having a slow day?"

"Nah." He leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Just had to get away from your annoying husband and his band of misfits clogging up the comms with their exercises."

"Band of misfits?" you asked with a soft laugh.

"Bunch of children," he replied with an eye roll. "Look like they just graduated from high school." His eyes went wide. "Oh shit, that probably means I look old now."

"You don't look too bad for someone older than me," you promised with a smirk. "Hey, do you know anything about any of those new pilots?"

You were laughing at his smile now. "Hey, maybe I should get something to eat. And it might be nice to get out of my office for a few minutes."

"I'll walk you down." Jake stood and helped you to your feet. "Can't hang out too long though. Mav has a fire under his ass about getting Phoenix, Bob and I in the air this afternoon."

You headed to the cafeteria with Jake, getting a chance to hear his side of the wedding plans after listening to Cat for weeks. They wanted something small and simple, but he assured you there would be room for the Bradshaws on the guest list. Once you had a tray piled high with a salad, breadsticks and once slice of pizza, you took a seat while Jake headed back out to the tarmac to get back to work.

Your lunch tasted incredible. The cheese from the pizza was practically melting in your mouth. When the cafeteria started clearing out, there were only a few tables occupied, and you started stacking the plates on your tray. You could have a calm, reasonable conversation with your husband. He'd let you look at his phone, and everything would be fine.

"Okay, but what's up with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?"

Your eyes darted up from your tray to find two officers sitting a short distance away. The one facing you had a patch on her flight suit that said SPICE, and you recognized her call sign from conversations with Bradley.

"He's hot, but he's wearing a wedding band," she added.

You swore your heart stopped at her words. Then you realized that the woman with her back to you was Indigo. Her jet black hair was wound up in a tight bun that accentuated her long neck even from behind, and her laughter set your teeth on edge.

"I already told you," she said, and you had to stop breathing to make sure you heard every word. "His wife is a civvy. I saw her at the bar the only night he showed up. They have one kid, and apparently she's pregnant again. At least that's what I heard Lieutenant Trace saying."

"What does his wife look like?" Spice asked, casually taking a sip of her drink as if your world wasn't crumbling to pieces.

You tried to get up from your seat quickly, fighting with yourself to get out of the room, but it was too late. Both of them were standing now, still chatting as Indigo turned your way. As soon as her eyes landed on your face, you saw them widen. That pretty blue color looked terrifying as a smile of recognition spread across her lips.

Indigo absolutely knew who you were now. Her eyes dipped down to the hyphenated name pinned against your chest, and now she knew you weren't a random civilian. She knew you were an officer who worked on North Island. She knew way too much as she took in every inch of your body. And she looked really pleased by what she saw.

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acmeangel · 2 days ago

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Regrets | One Shot

Postwar!Levi one shot. A bit angsty. SFW. Postwar!Levi struggles with feelings of guilt, regret, and self-worth, and he finally talks to you about it. Word Count: 1487 (I couldn't stop thinking about Levi dealing with the aftermath of everything, adjusting to his new physical state, and how he'd feel about having been responsible for the kids on Levi Squad.)

Levi has a hard time accepting help from you. You have to help him in little ways, ways that feel natural.

Some nights, you massage his hand where the fingers are missing because you can tell by the tension in his forehead that it's bothering him. When you're reading together, you always sit on his left side, where he can see you better. You subtly place things -- teacups, books, pens, his folded piles of clothes -- within his reach from his wheelchair.

He'd never ask you directly to do any of this.

God, no.

He considers it a miracle that you'd settled for him in the first place - and a fragile one, at that. To him, your relationship is a house of cards. If he makes one unpredictable movement, says one shitty comment that came out wrong, places one more burden on you, it'll fall apart in his hands.

To him, he's no better than an ugly, battered stray dog with a bad history of biting. And he wants, so badly, to be good, for you.

He thinks you're attached to him by a fraying thread that could break from a breeze; you know his soul, his heart are stitched onto yours.

So, you help him.

And when he talks about it all, which is rare, you listen.

The first time you made him dinner, he ate all of the sides, then pushed the meat around with his fork for a while, before saying he'd lost his appetite.

Later, without looking at you, he told you, "One of the kids. From before. She was obsessed with food. It was disgusting, the only thing she ever talked about. Her last damn word was 'meat'. Fucking ridiculous." He took a long pause, then added, "I didn't even hear it, though. I... was in the other room."

He's never brought it up again.

Another time, he came home, muttering about how Gabi said something that sounded like something Eren would say. You lost track of how long he sat by the window, looking into his teacup that night.

You've seen him interact with Gabi and Falco a few times before. You see the wheels turn in his head before he says anything to them, as if he has to triple-check his words.

That, so far, was the only other time he's mentioned any of those kids.

He's told you about his other fallen friends and comrades before -- not in too much detail, but enough. But, those were adults. This is different.

When it came to that group of kids, he barely said a word. Really, you only knew their names, and the papers were partially to blame for that.

You wish, more than anything, that he'd open up to you. You know that he tries.

You're at home, now, and you hear the front door open and close. Your eyes fixate on the doorway to the living room, where he'd always appear. Normally, he'd go to you, place a bag from the bakery in your lap (he'd tell you some excuse about it being on the way home, but really, he just liked how those stupidly fancy pastries made you stupidly happy). Normally, he'd hold your hand and listen to your stories from the day -- things that made you laugh, complaints, the book you're reading. Normally, he'd make small comments as you talked, or scoff, or grunt in agreement. Sometimes, he'd even laugh, briefly.

But this time, he doesn't appear in the doorway. You rise from the couch and make your way down the hall, the warm glow of the bathroom light from under the door catching your eye. You stop outside the door and listen, to make sure he's okay, but you hear nothing.

You stand there for a while, until you hear a soft "Fuck."

You knock on the door, lightly. "Levi, you okay?" Your eyes sear into the door, as if your gaze alone is enough to open it, for him to let you in.

"Yeah, fine." His voice is rough, low. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Can I come in?"

The question hangs in the air for a small eternity.

A long sigh. "Okay."

You open the bathroom door. The abandoned wheelchair catches your gaze first. Then you see him, standing - standing - at the sink, clutching onto the edge of it, knuckles burning white with unyielding determination that borders on desperation. The muscles in his arms look like ropes. His head is tilted downward; he feels like that dog.

"Levi." It's the only word you can say.

"I know," he says, teeth gritted, and he can't meet your eye. To him, he doesn't deserve to see whatever sympathy is in your gaze - it'd only be wasted.

"Come here." Your voice is soft, gentle, and you stretch your arms out to him. It takes a long moment, but he finally accepts. His hands grab onto your arms as you help lower him back into his wheelchair. You kneel next to him, you take his hand in yours.

"Levi," you say, your voice urging him to look at you, "Talk to me. What's going on? You know you can't stand like that..."

He looks at you, finally, and though his expression gives away nothing, you can sense the despair, hidden away in the corners of his eyes.

"I can't do anything, Y/N," he says. "I couldn't do anything then, I can't do anything now. I can't even take a shit without almost falling first."

Your grip on his hand tightens. Your thumb traces circles on his wrist, and you can feel his heart racing.

"Did something happen today?"

"No. Yes. Fucking hell." He takes a breath. "Gabi asked me something today. I don't remember what. Doesn't matter. But, I don't know where she got the idea that I'm someone to go to for advice. Maybe I'm just being an asshole about it."

"Levi," you try to soothe him. "Whatever it was, she asked you because she trusts you. She knows you, she was there with you through... a lot. And, even aside from that... you have so much to offer. You might not see it, but you help me all the time."

"Offer?" The word barely makes a sound. "You know what was one of the first pieces of advice I ever gave Eren? I told the little bastard to make the decisions he wanted, whether it meant betting on his own strength or trusting the rest of us. I told him to do whatever he wanted, as long as it'd make him have no regrets."

"Is that what this is all about?" Your free hand finds his knee, a gentle pressure. His eyes look into yours, pleading, as if they're the only things keeping him anchored.

"God." He whispers, his voice more strained than you've ever heard. He breathes in sharply, a slight tremor to his breath. You see the veins in his neck strain. "What the hell were they thinking? Putting me in charge of those kids, as if I had any right to be, what, some sort of moral compass? Me? All I did is let them get blood on their hands. I didn't even try to stop them. And now I can't take my own shitty advice."

Your eyes remain locked into his; if he's the ship in a storm, you'll be the sails.

"You did the best you could," you whisper, so delicately, as if the air surrounding you both could shatter. "And I know you don't want to hear that. But, it's the truth. And your advice wasn't shitty, it was realistic. All of you were faced with impossible odds, and you did the best with what little you had. There wasn't an outcome where everyone would've made it, unscathed. I know you know that. And I know that none of those kids regret having you as their Captain."

His jaw clenches so hard you see it in his temples. He pulls you closer, with an urgency you've never seen from him before. Really, you've never seen any of this from him before.

His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, where it fits perfectly. It always has.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" His words are muffled against your skin. But before you can answer, he cries. He cries. Not hard, not even with sound. But you feel the hot tears press against the skin of your neck; you feel, for a moment, as if it could leave a permanent mark, somehow.

"Nothing, Levi," you whisper, your hand stroking the back of his hair, your other arm wrapped around his back. "You're only human. And I'll do my best to prove that to you. I'll be gentle with you, even when you don't think you deserve it. Especially then."

Human. Distinctly, not a dog. Not a tool. Not a weapon.

"I have so many regrets, Y/N. But you'll never be one of them. I'm sure of that."

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ghostmoon1 · 1 day ago

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Task Force Headcanons

A lil writing of the boys and their anxieties and habits, slightly angsty!

Who's included? [ bc I decided to do more than just the boys ]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Konig, Kate Laswell, Nikolai

CW: Angst, mentions of death, anxiety, major character death at the end.

Simon has gotten into the habit of sitting away from the rest of his team while they are doing something, whether working out or having a bit of downtime while not on deployment.

He'll just watch, he won't interact. He'll watch with a smile as Johnny lifts his weights, breathing heavily as he throws the barbell back down with a satisfied grin. He just needs to remind himself that they're all still there with him, they're all okay. He hasn't lost any of them, they are alive and happy.

If any of them notice him, he'll simply walk away. He doesn't want to distract them, he just needs to remind himself that they are there. If anyone gets wounded while on deployment he's always mentally beating himself up over it, telling himself he should've done better, he should have protected his team. It's his job to help, to protect those who can't protect themselves.

While, yes his team can protect themselves, he just can't help but feel horrible if he sees them hurt. If they get hurt bad enough, to go to the med bay or even the hospital, he'll sit by their side until they are well enough. Telling them stories to pass the time and ensuring they eat and drink. He just wants them to be okay, they're all he has.

Johnny is constantly trying to do his best, even if that means he's overworking himself. He needs to be good enough for his team, to never let them down. He's seen enough people die in front of him and he doesn't want to be that burden on his teammates.

He works out too hard, spending most of his time running laps and lifting weights. He needs to prove himself time and time again. He worked hard enough to get into the task force, he wants to make sure he deserves that place.

There have been more than enough times when Simon finds him pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, having to stop him and remind him he needs to rest sometimes. He can't always be pushing himself, or he'll push himself to the point of no return. If he's not pushing himself, he's always doing something to distract himself.

Working on his skills in some way, or one of his favourite things, drawing. He needs to be doing something to distract himself from the horrors of his job, otherwise, those thoughts are always plaguing his thoughts and he can't deal with that. A job like this can send even the best insane.

Price is constantly doubting himself. He's the team's captain, he needs to be the best captain for the best team. But it gets hard, it's exhausting. Late nights spent doing paperwork, missing out on much-needed sleep, and one too many close calls during deployment.

His heart races whenever someone in his team gets hurt, and he wants nothing more than to rush up to them and help them. But he can't, he's the captain. He has to stay strong. Sometimes he just doesn't want to.

Sometimes the thought of retirement comes to mind, maybe a nice cottage out in the wilderness, lush gardens and picket fences. Maybe a dog, or a cat to keep him company. He knows he can't, he needs to keep fighting. Their hands remain dirty so the world can remain clean, as he always says.

Every day is a battle for him to stay, telling himself ‘one more day’ every day. In the back of his mind, he knows he won't retire. His way out of this job will be a bullet through the head if he's lucky. He's come to accept that. You can't fight death with a fear of death.

Kyle often doubts if he's worthy of his place on the team. He worked hard, he's one of the best. Price wouldn't choose him to fight by his side if he wasn't good enough. But did he fight so hard to become a part of the team like the others?

That's why he finds himself trying so hard, coming out on top of the pack and still not feeling like it's enough. Is he really worthy? He feels like he's not. Long nights staying up, revising the things he already knows, mentally beating himself up over everything he does. He misses his shot, which could have been an innocent death. He stumbles, that could have been a bullet to the head.

It's Price who notices how much he beats himself up over it all. Although he never admits anything. It often becomes late nights with a cold drink, to burn his throat and not his heart. He silently pays respect to each innocent person he sees fall, wishing he could have been good enough to save them.

Konig is always wishing he could do something else. He wished he would have become that sniper. He tried so hard, that he thought he would be able to get there. He could've if it wasn't for his size. He pushes through to become the best of what he does since he couldn't become the best sniper. But really, he hates how he is. He hates that he's so fucking big, that his dreams were ruined because of himself.

He has no one to blame. He often finds himself going out to the run range alone, grabbing a sniper and practising, even though he knows these skills will never be put to use. He just takes in the sound of the trigger and how perfectly it hits the target in the centre and the splinter of the wood. He lets himself live a few moments of the job he could never have.

He enjoys what he does, but sometimes it feels too gruesome. Something that could be done with a single bullet, and everything goes dark, compared to fighting with everything you have for your own life just feels so dark sometimes. Late nights are always filled with the things he's done, and who he's become.

Kate overthinks so much nothing can drown out her thoughts. She cares for the Task force like they are family to her and it's her job to make sure they get the intel they need to get the job done and survive. But there's always that itch at the back of her mind, what if she got something wrong? One wrong move and their deaths will be on her shoulders.

She trusts them more than anything to be able to withstand whatever is thrown at them, but there's always that fear that lingers. Whenever she hears the comms go quiet for even a moment, she has a small panic attack, waiting for them to update her or their banter to start up again. As much as she tries to act annoyed over their jokes, she loves them. She knows they’re okay when they’re cracking jokes over the comms.

Even when things go bad and it's not her fault, she blames herself. She ran it over and over through her mind, how could she have helped them more, what could she have told them to stop this from happening? If something happens she blames it on herself and no one can stop her from blaming herself. Sarah often worries about her, and what she will end up doing to herself because of all the stress she puts herself under.

Nikolai always worries and wants to do more. Sometimes he wonders if he should have thrown in a few more guns, or maybe an RPG in the weapon stash he gave John. What if they run out of ammunition mid-fire-fight? It’s always in the back of his mind, that when he pulls up with his heli for evac, he’ll see John’s bloody body being hauled into the back.

It scares him, what if he can’t provide the help they need for a mission? He is always worrying, what if he is just the tiniest bit late when providing evac? He wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he was to see one of them drop while running to him, who was supposed to be their helper, their saviour.

He always finds himself checking on John whenever he is wounded, making sure he’s eating and drinking, bandaging his wounds and cleaning them. He knows how they all are, the only one he’d trust the most to keep their wounds clean would be Kyle. He always wants to do more to help, to protect them all.

The thought of not being able to help them always plagues his mind, so whenever he gets the chance to see the team again he spends as much time as he can catching up with them, discreetly looking over them for any injuries he wasn't aware about. He always hugs John for a little longer after each deployment, telling himself he’s still here with him.

After Soap's Death...

After Soap passed, nothing was the same.

When he saw Makarov raise his gun, he knew it was over. It's crazy how slow time goes when you're an inch away from death. His heart broke in those moments, and regret hit him like a landslide. He wanted to do better and live up to his expectations. He felt like he didn’t. He wanted to turn around and tell the team how much they meant to him. He just wished he was all he could be in this life. Maybe another time. Maybe another time he could’ve told Simon how he felt. But death comes quickly. Nothing happened, no pain. Everything just went black.

It hits Simon the hardest, witnessing your best friend's death does shit to you that no one can go back from. With Johnny, he spoke over comms with the team and had a bit of banter. Now, his voice isn’t heard besides one-worded commands and grunts of acknowledgment. He turns into a husk of a man again, something that they all had feared. He still follows Johnny’s routine, finding himself sitting next to his chair in the mess hall, staring off at where he did his usual workouts. He grabbed his journal before his room was cleaned out. He treats it like his most prized possession.

Price blames it on himself all the time. His heart dropped in the moments he heard the gunshot and the splatter of blood against the cold floor. He couldn't protect his own team, he didn't even get time to grieve his fallen teammate, he had to keep being the captain, staying strong for them. If he let himself fall apart, the rest of the team would be with him. He spends his nights staying up late, for a different reason now. Sitting at his desk with a photo of Johnny, having his cigar and placing a glass of bourbon next to his photo. Sharing many drinks that he never got to, he just hopes to be able to share a drink with his friend again. Sometimes retirement feels closer than it should be.

Gaz feels alone. The base feels oddly quiet without the loud scot telling jokes and pulling pranks. It's not the same. He misses his accent flowing through the hall, he misses how annoying he was. He regrets not being able to do more to help save him, but those seconds went by so fast yet so slow. He finds himself zoning off a lot, thinking about him and praying he won't forget his voice. He'd never forgive himself if he did.

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silent-stories · 23 hours ago

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𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

This takes place before the events of tbaf. (it can be read even without reading the series)

I'm not an expert on children or their nutrition, I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Noah had been coming to the café for a few months now, always with Luna in his arms. You’d exchanged a few words here and there—nothing too deep, just small talk as you handed him his coffee and asked how his day was going.

You had always seen him alone (with his daughter) or with one of his friends, often with the one who never took off his hat or the one with the mustache but never with a wife or girlfriend. And because of that, you thought she wasn't in the picture anymore.

You knew his name because you'd written it on his cup many times and he knew yours because, after some small talk, you had finally introduced yourself. You remembered him because, despite his tired eyes, he always smiled at you with a warmth that made your day just a little bit better.

Today, though, was different. You saw him as soon as he walked through the door, holding Luna in his arms. She was a little over a year old now, her tiny hands clutching his shirt as she fussed in his arms.

Noah looked more worn out than usual, his shoulders slumped as he moved toward a table, clearly trying to comfort his upset daughter.

He wore a black hoodie and dark pants, a sharp contrast to Luna, who was dressed in pink from head to toe.

You immediately pictured him, tall as hell and covered in tattoos, stooping down in a baby store, his large hands carefully selecting minuscule pink dresses and soft onesies.

Right after, you found yourself wondering why those thoughts had even crossed your mind. After all, Noah was little more than a stranger to you, someone you’d exchanged a few words with over the months but never truly gotten to know.

And in that moment, you realized something you hadn’t fully acknowledged before: you actually wanted to get to know him better. The thought caught you off guard—what was it about him that made you feel this way?

Was it the way he smiled? The way he didn't seem to want to be the center of attention by sitting in the corner despite his looks? The sweet way he spoke to his daughter? His brown eyes that immediately met yours every time he walked into The Breakfast Nook?

You found yourself hoping that, maybe one day, he might ask you to meet outside the café, away from the casual interactions. You imagined how it might feel to hear him suggest grabbing something to eat or simply talking somewhere quiet. Hoping that, just maybe, one day you’d gather the courage to do something you’d never considered before—write your number on a napkin, slipping it over to him when giving him his coffee.

As he met your gaze, he gave you a tired smile, one that was not quite reaching his eyes. You smiled back, your heart tightening a little at the sight of him, trying his best to calm Luna. She was clearly not having the best morning—her face scrunched up, her soft cries echoing around the café.

"Hey there," you greeted with your usual easy smile, one that felt like second nature by now.

Noah gave you a small nod, but it was clear that he wasn’t quite himself today. He lowered himself into a chair, gently bouncing Luna in his lap, speaking softly to her. "It’s okay, princess," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Just a little longer, I promise."

You watched for a moment, the sight of him trying to calm her tugging at your heart. You weren’t an expert on babies, but you knew that Luna was about the size most children her age should be— a year old, small but growing. And yet, in her father’s arms, she always seemed so tiny.

He pulled a bottle of milk from his bag, trying to prepare it for her in hopes of settling her down.

But as he was about to offer it to her, a man walked by, too close to their table. He bumped into Noah, knocking the bottle right out of his hand. Milk splashed across the table and onto the floor, and the man didn't even pause to apologize, brushing past as if nothing had happened.

You clenched your jaw as the man walked away, not even glancing back at the mess he had just caused. For a second, you considered calling him out, but when you looked at Noah, he didn't even seem angry, just so tired, and you thought it was better to help the man who had always been kind to you than waste your time fighting with a mean one.

He let out a long sigh, rubbing his face in frustration. Luna’s crying only seemed to get louder, and Noah, now looking more defeated, tried his best to soothe her again.

You wondered if he was truly alone in taking care of her or if, even if he wasn’t, he still felt that way. You were sure that his friends—the ones you’d seen with him a couple of times—helped him with Luna. You could tell by the way they tried to make her laugh or how they held her for a moment to give him a brief respite. But still, you knew that no matter how much support they offered, it had to be difficult for Noah if he didn’t have someone by his side every single day.

You stepped over to his table, moving quickly to clean up the mess with a cloth, giving him a reassuring smile. "It’s okay," you said softly. "It happens."

Noah looked up at you, his face apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes, still trying to calm Luna.

You shook your head. “It’s really not your fault. Don’t worry about it,” you reassured him, moving efficiently to clean the floor. "That man is just an ass."

He smiled gratefully but tiredly, looking at Luna, who was still upset in his arms. “I’m just...so… exhausted,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he planted a kiss on his daughter's head, hoping that could calm her a bit.

"My Lu," he murmured, "what's the matter?"

The tenderness in his tone made your heart ache just a little. You finished wiping up the last of the mess and stood up, brushing off your hands. “I have some whole milk,” you offered, keeping your voice light. “I can refill the bottle for you, if you want. I'm not sure if she drinks any special milk though, I've never dealt with children.”

Noah looked up at you, his eyes softening. "This creature eats and drinks everything, trust me. If you bought her a whole chicken right now, she would eat the bones too. So the milk would... would be really great. If it’s not too much trouble."

"Not at all," you assured him with a smile, taking the bottle, trying to ease some of the tension in his posture. "I’ll be right back."

As you turned to go, you heard Noah speaking gently to Luna. “It’s okay, Lu,” he murmured, adjusting her in his lap. “That sweet girl is gonna bring you your milk, alright?”

You darted to the back and quickly returned with a fresh bottle of milk. As you set the bottle down in front of him, you gave him a quick smile. “I’ll grab your usual coffee too,” you said, already walking back toward the counter.

Noah looked up at you, looking genuinely relieved. “Thank you, really. I’m sorry about all this. I should have—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, honestly.”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “It’s fine, really. And I don't really know you but I think you’re doing great.” You paused for a moment, looking at him and Luna, who was finally calming down as she suckled from the bottle. “I think you’re doing your best, that’s all anyone can do.”

He nodded, his gaze softening. “I appreciate that more than you know.”

When you returned with the coffee, Noah, still helping Luna drink with one hand, looked up at you with a small, exhausted but grateful smile.

“Thanks again,” he murmured as you placed the coffee in front of him. “Really.”

You waved him off. “It’s no trouble at all.”

Luna, finally satisfied, let out a soft sigh, her small hand resting against her father’s chest. She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes, her lips curling into a sleepy little smile, then she turned her head a bit and she looked at you.

You smiled at her softly and said, “Hi, baby.”

Luna kept looking at you, her eyes wide and curious, before Noah’s voice broke the moment. “Say hi, Lu.”

With a slow, little stretch of her arm, Luna reached toward you, her tiny voice barely a whisper as she moved her mouth away from her milk bottle for a moment and she said, “Hi.”

Noah chuckled softly at the sight, his smile warm as he watched the exchange. It was the sweetest thing, the simplest of gestures, but in that moment, it felt like everything.

When you were about to walk away, you couldn’t help but notice something.

His hand was wrapped in clear plastic. Your gaze lingered for a moment before you instinctively asked, “New tattoo?”

Noah blinked, looking at you in surprise. “What?”

You quickly realized what you had said and gestured toward his hand with a slight flush. “Sorry, I just saw the plastic wrap...”

He glanced down at his hand, then back up at you, his lips curling into a small smile. “Oh, yeah. New tattoo. Got it yesterday. I’ve been wanting to do it since she was born, but I never really found the right time.”

He shifted his hand a little, turning it toward you so you could get a better look. There, on the back of his hand, was a small, black tattoo: a moon.

You stared at it for a moment. “Luna means moon. Makes sense,” you said softly. “That’s sweet.”

He looked at the tattoo for a moment, then back at you, his expression turning softer. “I wanted her to know how much she means to me,” he said. “Even though she’s too little to understand right now… I want her to have something that reminds her of that. Always.”

You could hear the weight in his words, and the way he looked at Luna, still quietly drinking her milk, only made it more apparent just how deeply he felt for her. There was so much love in him, in the way he looked at her daughter, in the way he held her against his chest, a kind of tenderness that you noticed before, but now it seemed impossible to miss now.

“She’ll understand, eventually,” you said gently. “And she’ll always have this to remember how much she means to you.”

Noah gave you a faint smile, looking down at Luna, his hand resting protectively on her tiny head. “Yeah. I hope so.”

You stood there for a moment observing the scene, almost forgetting that you were working and that it was Grace's day off and you couldn't waste time.

Finally, you broke the quiet. “It’s beautiful, really” you said. “And she’ll love it when she’s old enough to understand.”

He looked at you, and for the briefest moment, his eyes held a kind of warmth that made your heart flutter. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper, "for everything."

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back one more time. Noah was focused on Luna again, his fingers gently brushing her hair as she rested in his arms and he kissed the top of her head.

“Dada,” Luna mumbled, her voice quiet but clear as she nestled deeper into Noah’s chest.

“Yeah?” Noah answered, his lips twitching into a tired smile.

Luna’s tiny fingers curled around his shirt again as she blinked up at him, “Dada.”

Noah let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he pressed another gentle kiss to her forehead. “That’s right, baby,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”

The moment was so tender that you had to look away, giving them their space.

You adored their little family.

And you didn’t know then that one day, you’d be part of it too.

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#short lil thing because i miss them #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fluff #tbaf #to build a family #x reader #dad! noah sebastian

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ladybracknellssherry · 3 days ago

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Man, @fakefakelove tried to warn folks a year ago.

I'm about to kinda make this about me because it fucked up my day for a few Reasons.

I never interacted with this person. But saw on multiple occasions the way they interacted with people on tumblr, on reddit. Just absolutely vile, their interpretation of canon is the only correct way, anyone who disagrees with them was immediately met with vitriol, they encouraged and enabled their .... whatever ... fanbase... followers... cult members.... to jump on their hot take garbage person train.

During Pride Month anyone who was enjoying making Pride fanart or fics with Crowley and Aziraphale they were openly shredding them on tumblr. Not just in their shit server. "Crowley and Aziraphale would never. They don't care."

Writing au's was like...'not respecting the craft' or 'not respecting the canon' or some bullshit.

They called Crowley and Aziraphale selfish sociopaths who didn't care about anyone but themselves and were willing to kill a kid so they could keep hanging out eating and drinking. Someone responded something like "yeah okay maybe but that kid was the literal antichrist" and they were just bullied hard for, you know, 'respecting the canon' 🙄

I know I wasn't alone in seeing this, but it often felt really lonely to somehow see this behavior that other people were either not seeing or just overlooked or just adored.

So I just blocked them.

I'm glad it finally hit. But more than vindicated I just feel exhausted. Idk. Maybe I would have tried to bring larger attention to it if I had a bigger voice in the fandom. Or if I trusted myself more. But whenever I did bring it up with folks.. I was afraid people would think I was overreacting, being petty, misinterpreting. And that was largely (not exclusively) the reaction I was sensing from most people. I had full on crying hyperventilating meltdowns over this shit for My Own Damn Reasons.

'I told you so' sucks because it's not just hollow garbage, but it means no one listened to you.

I had a pretty productive talk about it with one person though...I explained that I didn't think I could finish reading this writer's fic...it wasn't a decision, I just dreaded giving the time to something saturated in that negativity. I was trying to figure out why it was so much easier for me to separate the art from the artist with some people....but not THIS person. And it took them no time to respond "because it's a peer." That really stuck with me.

Because fandom is a community and we're meant to share in joy and encourage each other and just HAVE FUN. Not....*waves hand in the direction of the assholes* all that.

So fuck this person and fuck their server and fuck anyone who tries to take your joy out of your fandom experience.

How you interpret the canon and the characters and how you choose to view them, how you write them or draw them, what you need from them, how and when you engage with the fandom, that is all yours, and it is all valid.

I love you, Good Omens family.

reminder that good omens is a trans allegory before it’s a biblical one.

#good omens #good omens fandom #transphobia #moonyinpisces #hdwtotl #anti discourse

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boomsophie · 2 days ago

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okay, so, wow. got a huge bombshell dropped on me this morning (tbh i can’t even say that because i sorta found it myself as i was stalking @muwapsturniolo i’m so sorry if that’s creepy i just love ur page it’s so comfy and i stumbled on it).

i’m extremely new to the sturniolo community. i only recently (about two weeks ago) discovered their youtube channel and of course i just fell in love with how authentic and funny they are. and then i started lurking around the community and it seemed so kind and amazing and welcoming — and for the most part, i believe that 99.9% of it is.

but then i found the exposure on a pedo within the community, who has victims who have come forward, and y’all, my heart stopped.

i won’t be adding any detail to it as, again, i just discovered it this morning and my knowledge on it is very surface level, and i feel that trying to expand on it would just be insulting to the victims as i don’t personally know their stories. and, it’s also not the main point of this post.

i mean, of course i’m shocked so it is a big factor, and i’m mortified as i was a victim of grooming myself when i was 15. so hearing that there was someone so depraved within a community that, in all honesty, was the warmest and most enthusiastically kind i have ever seen, was just jaw dropping.

as i was essentially scrolling and eating up this info, i came across a post by @bernardsbendystraws regarding her stance on minors — and it really opened my eyes too. (you can see the post here.)

i have had blogs in the past in which i’ve put strict mdni regulations on. that’s because, for the most part, i write smut or other explicit material. the thought of me, being an adult who was in their early twenties (i’m 24 now) having minors interacting with my very explicit page felt wrong.

it felt as though i was being icky even though that was never my intention; i didn’t want to inadvertently harm minors with my fics (and somehow i felt i would) so i put the regulations on my blog for what i felt was their own protection.

(never mind the fact that when i was 14-17 i was heavily ingesting nsfw content and completely ignoring mdni warnings and never felt victimized in the slightest.)

this post has already turned into a monster so to digress, i will no longer be restricting minors from my blog. please feel free to interact with me in an appropriate manner and ensure that i am explicitly aware of your age. consuming my content (when i do post some) is also perfectly okay, as is interacting with it.

seeing all of this information made me realize that there are people in communities who will welcome minors to their pages only to prey on them like depraved wolves; and that is so, so sickening. i’ve always known that the internet is not a safe place for minors even though it should be.

so, much like rose, i want to create a safe space for the sturniolo fans that are under 18. you’re welcome here and you’ll be safe here, and you’ll have a friend in me <3 you can confide in me about anything, and i will listen. please just stay safe everyone. always keep your eyes peeled for anything that seems off or suspicious, and don’t hesitate to block/report someone who makes you uncomfy.

so, yeah, that’s all i really wanted to say. i also want to say thank you to everyone who has brought the information to light and exposed the pedo, you’ve done an amazing service and to all the victims, i pray that you heal and that you’re okay. you’re so strong and beautiful, and you’ll always have my support and respect! <333

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo

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lvrgurlblobbu · 2 days ago

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first encounter

college!zayne x fem!reader

⤿ CW: pure fluff!

⤿ word count: 1.4k

⤿ first part of code love series :)

The campus café was buzzing with students, the scent of coffee and pastries filling the air. You, still adjusting to the rhythm of college life, scanned the dessert counter and locked eyes on the last slice of tiramisu. Just as you reached for it, another hand brushed against yours.

Startled, you turned to see a tall, confident-looking guy eyeing the same dessert. He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his sharp gaze.

“Well, this is awkward,” he mused, withdrawing his hand slightly but not stepping back.

“I saw it first,” you said, standing your ground. You looked at him and his hazel eyes met yours which made you slightly shiver, eye contact was never your thing as you find it hard to focus.

“So did I,” he countered smoothly, still not letting go of the dessert. You were about to counter when someone called him, causing for his attention to divert towards the person who called him.

So with his attention being focused on his colleague, you took this opportunity to grab the dessert, “Sorry, in a hurry!” you mumbled as you hurriedly went to the counter to pay for the dessert.

As you’re paying for the dessert, you noticed that he’s now seated beside the window, typing something in his laptop while his colleague is sitting infront of him as they continued to discuss something which seems to be serious.

“You’re a freshman aren’t you?” Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the voice of the cashier, who gave you a knowing smile as they rang up your dessert.

You blinked, momentarily distracted from watching the mysterious sophomore. “Uh… yeah. Is it that obvious?”

The cashier chuckled. “A little. First-years always have that wide-eyed look when they step into the café for the first time.” They handed your change. “That guy you were talking to—Zayne, right? He’s pretty well-known around here.”

You glanced back toward the window, where Zayne was still typing, his expression now more serious as his colleague spoke. “Well-known how?”

The cashier smirked. “Let’s just say he’s got a bit of a reputation. Smart, sharp-tongued, and impossible to read. Some people avoid him, some are drawn to him. Either way, you don’t forget him easily.”

You hummed in response, gripping the plate a little tighter. Your first interaction with him had already left an impression, and now you were even more curious. You couldn’t explain it but something is just pulling you closer to him.

“Good luck, freshman,” the cashier added playfully as you turned away.

With your dessert in hand, you hesitated for a moment before deciding on a seat—not too far, but not too close— but then, you saw that Zayne’s colleague already left which leaves him alone in his table, still typing in his laptop.

You bit your lip, contemplating whether you would seat because all tables were now occupied and it seems like no one wants to sit with Zayne. So, with a heavy breath, you stride towards his table.

When you placed your plate of tiramisu on his table, he suddenly stopped typing and he looked up at you.

“Yes? Is there anything you need?” He asked, you gulped and prayed not to stutter.

“Well, the place is a bit crowded so is it okay if I could sit with you? If not, I can just find another place to sit.” You replied, it seems like he’s contemplating for his answer. His eyes wandered throughout the whole cafe, scanning for any available seats before finally settling back on you. He hesitates for a moment, then exhales softly.

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead,” he says, gesturing toward the empty seat across from him.

You nod in appreciation and set your dessert down before pulling out the chair. As you sit, you take a moment to glance at him. He seems deep in thought, his fingers idly tapping against the rim of his coffee cup.

“Thanks,” you say, offering a small smile. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. This place does get packed around this time.”

A brief silence lingers between the two of you, not necessarily awkward, but noticeable. You wonder if you should strike up a conversation or simply enjoy the shared space in quiet.

You slid the spare fork which you grabbed earlier to his side, “I was thinking that their serving of tiramisu is big enough for two people.” you said as you smiled at him, he suddenly stares at the fork, then at you, his brows raising slightly in surprise. His fingers hover over the utensil as if debating whether to accept the silent invitation.

“Please have some, I felt bad taking the last slice when you were eyeing it too,” you said with a sheepish smile.

Zayne paused, his gaze flicking from the fork to you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re an interesting one.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He took a small bite of the tiramisu, his expression thoughtful. “Depends on how you interpret it.”

You shrugged, rolling your eyes lightly, then took a bite yourself. The rich flavor of the dessert settled between you, and the earlier tension seemed to ease.

“So, you’re kind of a big deal around here,” you remarked, remembering the cashier’s words. Zayne’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Let me guess, the cashier filled you in?”

You nodded. “Yeah, they said you’re sharp, smart, and a bit… hard to read. Sounds pretty accurate.”

He leaned back, a small chuckle escaping him. “They always make it sound more dramatic than it is.”

You smiled, teasing, “Maybe. But I’m getting the vibe you don’t usually share your dessert.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Maybe not. But I’ll make an exception this time.”

His mini remark caused for you to smile, as you both shared your dessert. You both fell into a comfortable silence wherein only the chattering of students, clicking of keyboards and the buzzing of the coffee machine blended into the background.

As you were wandering your eyes throughout the cafe, your gaze immediately landed upon Zayne’s eyes who’s intensely focused on his laptop monitor, and from time to time he uses his fingers to push his glasses upward.

As you stared at him, that’s when you noticed his features. His jawline was sharp, giving him a slightly rugged yet refined look, and his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, as if he didn’t care to keep it in place. His glasses, though simple, added an air of intelligence to his appearance. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, were fixed on the screen with such intensity that it almost felt like he was in a world of his own.

You couldn’t help but notice the subtle confidence in his demeanor, the way he exuded a calm yet focused energy. It was the kind of presence that made it hard to look away. As he pushed his glasses up again with a quick flick of his finger, the small action felt almost deliberate, like a little routine he did without thinking.

For a moment, you forgot to look away, your thoughts drifting as you observed him. There was something captivating about how he carried himself—like he didn’t need anyone’s attention, but somehow, everyone around him seemed to want it.

But then, it was suddenly interrupted when your phone alarmed and as you saw the time, you’re already running late for your next class.

“Shit!” you muttered which caught Zayne’s attention as you hurriedly fixed your things.

“What’s the matter?” He said as he noticed how panicked you looked, he immediately closed his laptop as he focused on you.

“I’m running late.” you said as you stood up, about to leave “Thank you for letting me sit with you, it was really nice chatting with you. Goodby-“ you were about to leave when he immediately grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, how am I going to treat you for dessert next time?” he asked which immediately caught you off guard.

“When we see each other on campus,” you responded, and when he finally let go of your grip, you hurriedly rushed toward the exit. You hadn’t gotten far from the café when you heard him call out to you.

“How am I supposed to find you when I don’t even know your name?”

You turned your head at the sound of his voice, his tone playful but with an edge of curiosity.

“(Name)! That’s my name! I’ll see you around, Zayne!” you shouted back. As you turned away, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to suppress the smile that was creeping up on you, especially when you noticed the smile that formed on his face upon hearing your name.

#zayne fluff #dr zayne #lnds zayne #love and deepspace zayne #zayne x reader #lads zayne #li shen #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #l&ds zayne #fluff #makirolls

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 days ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 63

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Word Count: 2,370ish

Summary: Logan spends more time with you, coming to a realization of exactly where his feelings lie.

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“I need a TemPad!” Wade shouted, running into B-15’s office.

“Did you find something?” She asked.

“I might have. So hand it over.”

“Not a chance, Wilson. I’m coming with you for supervision.”

“What if I pinky promise that I won’t do anything too ridiculous?”

“Still no. Tell me where we are going.”

“Fine, but I get to make a grand entrance.”

~~~

Logan didn’t care that he was practically pushing everyone out of the way as he headed to the bar you worked at. He had been on edge all day. It had been a while since he had a nightmare, and last night he had one about you. He had been itching to see you since he woke, but had tried to ignore it, not wanting to concern you. But Logan’s need to see you only grew, until now he was practically running down the street.

Pausing outside the bar, Logan tried his best to calm his racing heart before entering. His eyes found you behind the bar as soon as he stepped in and he immediately felt better. You were safe. You were alive. And now you were looking at him with that smile that he swore would make him melt one day.

“Hey, Lo,” you greeted as he came up to the bar, sliding into the stool in front of you. “You’re here early.”

“Well, yeah, I… uh, I was bored,” he nervously told you.

“Oh, so am I show? Something to entertain you?”

“Fuck, that’s not—“

“I’m joking, Lo,” you laughed, reaching a hand out and resting it on one of his. “I’m actually glad you’re here. It’s been a slow day.”

Logan nodded, glancing around and finally noticing it was just the two of you. “Anythin’ I can help you with?”

You shook your head. “Not yet. Just sit and relax. Besides, you look like you could use a drink.” Logan’s eyes widened, how did you know? You could tell you caught him by surprise. You sighed as you reached for a whiskey bottle and a glass. “You’ve got the same look in your eye that my husband had after a nightmare… you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

You poured the whiskey and pushed him the glass. “You can tell me, you know? I’m not scared of whatever your mind tricked you into seeing.” Logan’s focus fell to the glass of whiskey as he held it in his hand. “But I’m also not going to force you into telling me if you don’t want to. Just know I’m here.”

Logan nodded. “Can I… can I tell you later?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “Whenever you’re ready.”

~~~

A few customers came in before close, but not enough to pull you away from Logan for too long. He stayed at his spot at the bar until it was time to lock up and he got to work. The two of you worked to close up the bar in comfortable silence, stilling glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking.

The silence continued as the two of you began to walk home. You kept eyeing Logan, easily seeing how tense he was in his posture and that his mind wasn’t fully here.

“You died,” it slipped out of his mouth so quietly, you almost missed it. “I dreamed that you died.”

You nodded, taking it in. It wasn’t a new concept, that a Logan was dreaming of you dying, but it had never felt like it could be true until your powers started acting up more.

“Cassandra killed you,” Logan continued. “She killed you before…”

“Before what, Lo?”

“Before… Before I ever got to know you.” That admission caught you off guard, a quiet gasp leaving your lips. “I know it sounds ridiculous and I’m probably overthinking—“

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s not ridiculous at all… I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It made me realize that I really need you—your friendship.”

“I need your friendship, too.”

“And I need to be honest with you.”

“Okay…?”

“Wade’s not on some random mission. He went to the TVA to figure out how to save you.”

You stopped walking. “What?”

Logan quickly stood in front of you. “He didn’t want you or Laura to know. He didn’t want to get your hopes up. None of us can bear the thought of losing you… I can’t handle the thought…”

“Logan… The only person who has a chance of saving me, I can’t go to. Charles is the only way and I can’t cross my own timeline more than I already have.”

“Wade can find something—a different Charles. He will find something.”

“Seems like Wade wasn’t worried enough about your hopes, Lo.”

“Doll—“

“Enough, Logan… Enough, please… Whatever happens, will happen, and we will all have to live with it.” You stepped to the side and began walking again.

Logan was quick to get to your side. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Logan… I know that my powers are killing me. I feel it… Today, in the bar, a breeze came in and I shivered. I don’t get cold… and yet I did, which only means that it’s happening faster than any of us realize.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Are you cold right now? Here.” He pulled his jacket off and stepped in front of you, forcing you to stop. He placed his jacket around you. “Is that okay?”

“I’m fine right now, but thank you, Lo.”

“You have to tell me when things are happening, darlin’. Shield Laura if you must, but please don’t shield me… Let me fight with you.”

There was no way you could say no by the way he was looking at you. “Okay,” you whispered.

“Come on,” he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him slightly. “Let’s get you home.”

~~~

When you walked into your apartment, Laura was working on her laptop at the table. She looked up at you closed the door.

“Is that Logan’s jacket?” She quickly noticed.

“Oh,” you looked down, forgetting that you were wrapped up in it. “It is. Guess I forgot I had it on.”

She rose a brow at you. “You… forgot?”

“Yeah. It happens.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

Laura could see your growing feelings for Logan like it was a simple children’s book, though you were clearly oblivious. Logan was a good man and obviously willing to treat you both right. She would accept it if you chose to spend the rest of your life with this Logan. And while she waited for you to get up the courage to act, Laura would just have to have a little fun herself. Oh, how she wished Wade was here to join in.

~~~

“Hey, kid,” Logan greeted Laura the next evening as he entered the apartment.

“Hey, Logan,” she replied.

“Where’s your mom?”

“Oh, what? No ‘how are you, Laura? How’s work going? Is there anything I can do for you?’”

“Uh… sorry? How was work?”

“It’s going great, thanks for asking. And, to answer your question, mom’s—“

“I’m right here,” you answered, coming down the hall. “You here for dinner, Lo?”

“Lo?” Laura repeated quietly to herself.

“If that’s alright,” Logan replied to you.

“As long as you’re willing to help,” you smiled.

“Put me to work, darlin’.”

Laura watched the interaction from the couch, wondering how the two were so oblivious to each other’s feelings. You and Logan got to work in the kitchen. It was easy working with him next to you. You kept glancing his way, finding him really distracting right now which wasn’t good as you were using a knife. You let out a little sound of pain as you sliced into your finger. Logan immediately stopped what he was doing to look over at you.

“Shit,” he muttered as he saw your finger bleeding. He grabbed your finger, putting pressure on it and his free arm went around you and lifted you up.

“What’s going on?” Laura asked as Logan headed for the bathroom with you.

“Logan’s overreacting,” you stated.

“Your mom cut her finger,” Logan retorted. “Watch the food, will ya?”

“On it,” Laura said, heading to the kitchen.

Logan gently kicked the bathroom door open and set you on the closed toilet. He quickly pulled out the first aid kit.

“It’s really not bad, Lo,” you tried to tell him, though you could feel the throbbing pain and the blood coming out of the slice.

Logan scoffed as he knelt down in front of you and began to clean your wound. “You may need stitches, doll.”

“There’s some in the kit, could you just do it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s fine.”

“Okay.” Logan quickly grabbed the needle and thread. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

Logan began stitching up your finger. You inhaled sharply at the pain. Your eyes squeezed shut and you bit your bottom lip.

“You’re doing great, darlin’,” he whispered.

“Hurts,” you whimpered.

“I know, I know.”

You leaned forward and rested your head on Logan’s shoulder. He tried not to think too much about the contact you were making with him. Eventually, the stitches were tied off and Logan had wrapped up your finger. Before he even thought about it, he pressed a kiss to your finger. Your heart fluttered at the contact.

“Okay, doll,” he said softly, “all done.”

“Thanks, Lo,” you said as you pulled away.

You looked down at your injured finger and slowly made your way up your arms. There were so many scars. You used to heal better than this, even if your skin still scarred. Logan moved his head to meet your gaze. He could see that you were getting in your head.

“Hey,” he gently called. His hand came up to your chin and forced you to look at him. “What’s going on?”

“It’s stupid…” you whispered.

“Doubt it.”

“I just miss when I used to heal better… when I didn’t have to get stitched up and I didn’t burn myself with my powers.”

Logan knew that nothing he could say could make it better, but he wanted to do something. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him for a hug. You hugged him back, burying your face in his neck.

You were surprised how okay you were with Logan not saying anything. Nothing anyone could say would make it any better anyway. This hug was enough. Logan was enough.

“Thank you, Lo,” you whispered, eventually pulling away.

He gave you a small smile as he pulled away. “Anytime, doll.”

~~~

Laura ended up finishing up getting dinner ready while you and Logan were in the bathroom. The three of you sat around the dinner table, talking and laughing. After dinner was cleaned up, the three of you started a game. Logan noticed quickly that you and Laura were competitive against each other. The two of you teased and taunted each other, laughing and smiling. It made Logan so happy to see the both of you in your element like that. He was so lucky to be a part of your lives, to see you for the wonderful mother you were and the amazing young woman you raised.

“Kiddo, you got to start trying,” you taunted. “This old lady is whipping your butt.”

“Oh, I’m just going easy on you, mom!” Laura teased. “I did win the last two times we had a game night.”

You scoffed. “You cheated!”

Logan smiled as he watched the two of you. As soon as a game had been mentioned, he had been planning to sabotage himself to see you win but he clearly didn’t have to.

After loosing to you for a few rounds, Laura finally conceded to go to bed. She kissed your head before wishing you and Logan a goodnight and disappearing to her room.

“You tired too, old man? Or are you still up for a few more rounds?” You challenged, a teasing smile and twinkle in your eye that Logan couldn’t say no to.

“Let’s see what you got left in you, darlin’,” Logan responded, his own teasing look on his face.

The two of you continued playing round after round, well into the night. The two of you lost all track of time as you playfully bantered and laughed together. Eventually, you had agreed that the current round was the last round as the two of you were tied on who had won the most rounds.

“Wohoo!” You shouted after the last play. “I won!”

Logan chuckled. “You cheated, doll.”

You gasped dramatically, hand to your chest. “I would never.”

Truth be told, Logan cheated to lose on purpose to see you this happy but you didn’t need to know that. Tension slowly filled the air as your laughter dies down and the two of you clean up.

“Thanks for everything tonight, Lo,” you said.

“Thank you for hosting,” he responded. “Maybe one day Althea will be sober enough for us to host.”

“You know I don’t mind her at all. I think she’s awesome.”

“Yeah, well, then next time I host game night.”

“You got it.” You walked him to the door. “Oh! I almost forgot. Wait here.” You rushed off down the hall only to reappear seconds later with Logan’s jacket. “Here. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He took the jacket, immediately noting that it already smelled more like you than it did him. “Well, have a goodnight.”

You reached out and squeezed his bicep. “Goodnight, Lo. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course. I’ll see you after work.”

Logan stepped out of the apartment and you closed the door behind him. You sighed as you leaned against the door. You were totally screwed if things kept going this way. You were for sure going to fall for Logan.

Unbeknownst to you, Logan was still standing on the other side of the door, having similar thoughts except the difference was he knew he loved you. It was like something completely clicked into place inside of him tonight. Logan was in love with you completely and wholeheartedly and would stand by your side no matter what came your way.

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perseus-jackass · 3 days ago

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Hey I'm pretty new to the bat fandom but I have read a decent amount of comics and it seems like Jason likes Tim I mean I wouldn't say besties but he doesn't hate him. Is this something that was retconned or is it not like a thing in the fandom? I'm just slightly confused?

Hi okay! It’s a bit complicated. It really depends on what canon you’re talking about. I mostly enjoy pre and post-crisis Jason and some of rebirth.

Basically Tim did a lot of shit talking Jason after he died. Very “Jason was reckless and got himself killed.” And then Jason came back. And they really DID NOT get along. And the thing is most of what the fandom says about their interactions tends to be really exaggerated to make Tim look like a victim? I don’t know it’s odd because they’re at max 3 years apart there.

Them being close originally came from new52 which was… not a great time for ANYONE but especially Jason. (RHATO you could have been so good 😔) and we never see how they got close. It goes from constant fighting to being close. It’s just weird.

And then rebirth. They’re still kind of close? But they fight sometimes again so it’s more realistic I guess? I still don’t like it but it’s better than n52. My thing with rebirth is that the entire family is kind of awful to Jason and I don’t think he should be canonically close to any of them.

And as for how the fandom views it. If you’re in the “Tim Drake & Jason Todd” tag on tumblr it’s almost alllll Tim whump with Jason taking care of him. Or Jason almost killing him. A lot of the fandom likes to baby Tim and it shows in how they write Jason. He’s either a big bad villain or Tim’s caretaker.

Also I just don’t like Tim lol. That’s going to color how I view their relationship.

#this is fairly Tim neutral but I don’t want the stans on my ass so #anti tim drake #jason todd #dc #dc comics #batman

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dumbkiri · 3 days ago

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A FEAST FOR BIRDS 2

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

HIGHLY REQUESTED

Y'all I know this was a blog for the Batfamily, but DAMN! Was not expecting so much enthusiasm for a second part. Thank you and I hope this one is worth the wait.

This came out rushed too. Will rewrite this part lowkey bc it doesn't satisfy me just yet.

10 pages, 3.6k words

JASON’S POV

This felt surreal.

With the dark-tinted glasses dulling the colors around me, it showed me how much my world has been dark for so long. It showed me that I couldn’t dare to see the world in color ever again. My life’s goal, up to this point, was to get revenge on the Joker, to get revenge on my family for replacing me.

All my anger and all my pain, I took it out on them. I couldn't forgive Bruce for sparing Joker’s life when that psychotic ass never bothered to spare me. Beaten and bruised, all I dreamed about was that crowbar hitting me over and over.

And my last words to her; to [Name]. I wonder if she remembered our last conversation. Because in the moment of taking my last breath, I did. I remember telling her that I wouldn’t be mad at her, for whatever she needed to tell me.

I did my best to reassure her that everything would be okay. I remember her shaky breaths and the resigned reply she gave to me over the phone.

I guess I should have stayed to listen to her because if I did, I would have lived. Lived to raise Jay with her.

When [Name] walked in with heavy shoulders and a tired smile, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Never did I see those memories when Joker slammed that crowbar against my ribcage. Her [e.color] eyes are dull like my own and her happiness is clouded by her own problems. It was obvious to me, obvious to my family that she was running away.

Then she showed off the greatest joy in her life, that shine coming back in her eyes. Who would have guessed the little boy she carried in her arms with so much love was a product of our love. A teenage love that couldn’t grow into an adult one. A love that ended with my last breath. A love that created a being for her to cherish in my memory.

I didn’t want the dinner to end because watching them, my little family, laugh and enjoy their company filled an empty hole in my heart. Their interactions with each other overwhelmed my broken heart and I felt an emotion I haven’t truly felt in awhile; genuine joy.

I want them to stay. I want this moment to go on forever.

“So I was hoping to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”

[Name] spoke up after setting her fork down by her plate. She looked at Bruce specifically and asked, “Do you still host the Dance of Snow event?”

Memories plagued my mind of her ice skating on the rink Bruce provided in his backyard. Every year in the beginning of December, Bruce would host an event for the wealthy. There was the ball aspect of it then the performance [Name] did for charity. The Dance of Snow was how I met her and how we began to fall for one another.

Her gliding on the ice so effortlessly took my breath away. I couldn’t understand how she moved like that with grace while I fell on my ass every time I let go of the wall. We would laugh about my failures together and fuck it, I will admit I did exaggerate just to hear her laugh again.

“Ever since the star of the show left,” Dick teased with a shrug of his shoulders, “Bruce only hosted the Winter Ball for the guests. I swear every time they would ask about you, but he would shoot them down with politeness as always.”

“Perhaps I can surprise them then?” [Name] asked shyly then proceeded to say, “I recently started teaching Jay how to ice skate and I guess my passion for it is coming back to me. I also want Jay to see what I can do in a live performance and show how beautiful this event is.”

Bruce agreed with ease, no need to convince him when everyone knows how much he admired her show of grace. I mean everyone did and she was the reason why the charity event succeeded so much in the first place.

“Of course, I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you back. I can get the skating rink set up for your practice in the backyard. Would you like me to call Anthony, you two can do your famous performance as the first show.”

[Name]’s excitement flourished at the mention of her old ice skating partner while jealousy painted itself over my body. I didn’t notice I let out an audible groan of annoyance at the mention of Anthony until everyone focused on me.

Oh shit.

“Lazlo and Anthony don’t get along,” Dick jumped at the first thing to say. His excuse is just as lame as the stupid fake name he gave me.

But [Name] paid no attention to my disgruntled attitude, instead she giggled and said, “Yes, well Anthony is difficult at times. He wouldn’t be the first person to make friends with anybody. I’m surprised he actually got married! To think that my best friend, who promised he would never get married, actually put a ring on someone. I can hear Jason giving him a bunch of crap for it.”

Dick and Bruce chuckled at her joke knowing well that I would.

Because hell yeah I would. Anthony never believed that [Name] and I would last because he described her as gentle while I always showed up with random bruises and cuts. Little did they know, I spent my nights fighting crooks and villains. Then he went on to brag about never being in a relationship because it caused too much drama.

Anthony turned out to be right anyways since I died. We didn’t last three years or more. I wonder if that self-centered asshole took care of her. I subconsciously clench my hands into fists thinking about another man with my family.

“I’ll make sure to give him a call then,” Bruce smiled then dinner went by in a blur for me. Like I said, everything felt surreal. I couldn’t help, but think this was all a dream. The intrusive thoughts of revealing myself to [Name] would make everything set in for me. Her reaction, her words to me.

Say that you missed me, to me. Not to Lazlo.

Say that you love me, to me. Not to Lazlo.

Know that it’s me under this disguise, not Lazlo.

Please [Name] recognize that it’s me, so that I wouldn’t have to do it. Don’t make me take this mask off and show you that I’ve been alive all along, suffering in this dark and gloomy reality. I need you to figure it out all by yourself.

“Jason.”

I looked up from my untouched plate full of food and watched Bruce give me a pained look, “How are you holding up?”

I took notice that everyone disappeared from the table, it was just Bruce and I sitting. When did everyone leave and where to? Wait, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Jay or [Name]. I was too absorbed in all the scenarios that played in my head.

“Don’t worry they’re still around. JJ is racing Dick out in the backyard and [Name] is writing a letter,” Bruce explained and his eyes never left my own. I knew he was trying to figure out what I was feeling. I knew I had mental breakdowns here and there, this was the time for me to have one actually.

“I felt better,” I replied honestly, “did you…did you take care of them as best as you could?” Bruce was a questionable parental figure, but he couldn’t have let [Name] walk away like that. She must have told Bruce about her pregnancy and he would have supported her.

Please tell me you did, old man.

“As much as she allowed me to, yes. [Name] did fairly well in raising Jay and it was only very recent when she cut off ties with us. Now she’s back and we need to know what happened to her.”

“She mentioned an arranged marriage with some business partner, know anything about that?”

Bruce shook his head dejectedly, “No, but I do know her mother has been trying to find a suitor for [Name] for years. It’s all some of the older women gossip in Gotham about. Some have tried to offer their own son’s hand to her. But [Name] is stubborn to a fault. She has told me many times that you still hold her heart.”

Bruce gently smiled at this revelation like it was going to ease my worries and insecurities away. But it didn’t.

“Why?” I asked selfishly, “Why hasn’t she forgotten about me? You all did. Replaced me without a single care in the world. Dumped the memory of me like I never mattered in the first place. So excuse me if I question the integrity of her…fuck, this isn’t…stop giving me that look.”

I faltered at the sad look on Bruce’s face. My harsh words disappeared like a drop of blood in water.

“She loves you, Jason. Five years have passed and all she can think about is you. All she does is remember you. She remembers the [color] flowers you would throw at her feet when she finished a performance. She would talk about the books you’d gushed about. There’s also a show she recently started watching that she thinks you’d like. It’s just what [Name] does in order to keep you alive. She does it on her own, but there’s Jay to remind her too when she hits her lowest.”

I shook my head and fought back, “It’s impossible. I-I didn’t even remember her when I came back. All I remember was the pain and the revenge I wanted to take. Now…now she’s here with him? That boy is supposed to be mine? I can’t believe that, that’s not what I expected when I told you I would come back to this family on my own terms.”

“The Lazarus Pit has effects, you don’t need to feel ashamed for not remembering her. I don’t blame you for only thinking about revenge. What you went through-”

I stood up from the table, my food cold and unappealing in this heated moment, “He’s so small and she’s- Damn it, she’s still the girl I fell in love with all those years ago. I cannot afford to be distracted, not when my team and I are close to taking down Black Mask. I cannot go back to being the guy she loved. I’m no longer him.”

“Well it’s a good thing you’re dead then,” A voice so irritating spoke up, it sent me scowling at him behind my glasses and mask.

Damian plopped a plate of cookies on the table and took his seat. He looked at me with boredom in his bright green eyes and asked, “What?”

“You need to watch your words, Damian,” Bruce shook his head in disappointment at his youngest son.

“You heard him as well as I did,” Damian picked up a cookie and broke it in half, “He’s no longer the guy [Name] loved. He’s Red Hood now, a vigilante fighting villains. He can’t be a father or a lover. So it’s a good thing Jason Todd is dead because he’s not him.”

Before I could respond, [Name] spoke up as she walked into the dining room.

“Alright, I put my little gremlin to sleep and I feel sleep catching up to me.” She stretched her body and let out a small yawn. Her exhaustion looked to be catching up to her after days of traveling.

Bruce stood up and told her, “You can stay the night if you’d like. There are plenty of rooms to sleep in and I’m sure Alfred would love to prepare a room for you.”

[Name] waved Bruce off with a smile, “Thank you, but I need to get to work on the house. I promised Jay I would renovate as quickly as I can so he can come home. Not that he doesn’t like to spend time with his family.”

She shot quickly hoping she didn’t offend Bruce or Damian. The demon spawn went back to eating his cookies while Bruce said, “Don’t worry, we know Jay loves spending time with us. Do you need help with anything? I can arrange some help. I’m sure Dick wouldn’t mind helping you out either.”

“I got this handled, Bruce,” [Name] walked over to Bruce and she passed me like ships in the night. Her perfume wafted my way and lingered in my space, slowly seeping through the face mask. She started wearing perfume more mature like instead of the usual peachy flower scent.

I turned around and saw her embrace Bruce with a small ‘thank you’ and the old man hugged her tightly. I knew Bruce towered over the average woman, but she really was small in his arms. Like a father holding his daughter.

Then she walked over to Damian snacking on the cookies. She pinched his cheek and pulled it roughly, ‘Don’t teach Jay such obscene words next time, Dami’. Damian choked on his cookie for a bit before he rolled his eyes muttering a wack apology. I’m so gonna kick his ass when she leaves.

[Name] embraced Damian in a hug and the boy begrudgingly accepted it. Then his green eyes landed on me, watching them carefully. The brat stuck his tongue out at me, hugging [Name] back while I subtly gave him the finger. I hate that kid.

“Lazlo, it’s time to go,” Dick walked in the dining room with his jacket on and a dark blue scarf around his neck. Right, we had patrol for this night. “[Name], make sure to lock your doors and check every window. There have been reports of burglary in this area.”

“I may be fragile looking on ice, but I can defend myself pretty well, on land” [Name] happily smiled at Dick, fake throwing a punch on Damian’s shoulder. “Anyways, I really gotta go before I pass out behind the wheel. I love you all and I’ll see you guys tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Lazlo! I hope to see you some other time!”

She looked at me with a pretty smile and soft giggle, fishing her car keys out of her pocket. I waved back at her silently and watched her leave the house with Alfred accompanying her. When I heard the front door shut, I looked at my brothers and my old man saying, “This shit sucks.”

……

Jay woke up to the sound of shuffling in the room next to him. It sounded like someone was busy searching for something. Looking at his clock on his nightstand, Jay was not happy to be woken up at 3 am. Then fear seeped into his body.

His grandma always told him that ghouls and monsters come out at 3 am looking for souls to take. Maybe this monster was looking for his soul! Jay scrambled off his bed and quietly ran over to his toy crate. He opened it slowly and saw his plastic red bat ready to be used.

Jay would have to beat up this monster if he wants to keep his soul!

The little boy then walked over to his open bedroom door, thanking his mom silently for leaving his night light on in the hallway. It helped him to see that the monster was in his dad’s old room. Sneaking down the carpet hallway with his bat raised high, Jay urged his heart to calm down. He was afraid that the monster would be able to hear it beat so loudly.

Taking a deep breath in, the little boy forced himself to peek inside the room. There was only one light on in his dad’s room and it was the lamp on his desk. Then he spotted the monster at that desk reading letters. Jay recognized those letters that were written by his mom.

Hey! Those were letters for his dad! Not this monster!

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed in anger and the little boy sneaked into the room ready to whack the monster back to where it came from. But when he lifted his bat high in the air, he heard the monster sniffle…like it was crying.

Confusion clouded Jay’s motive to beat up the monster and his eyes glanced at the mirror showing off the monster’s face. The monster looked like it was human and it had a large scar going from his cheekbone to his jaw.

When the monster wiped his eyes, they opened up to reveal familiar blue eyes. Jay faltered as he knew what they reminded him of. He looked over at a picture frame with his mom and dad as teenagers holding each other after she won a championship at her skating tournament.

The bat fell from his tiny grasp and the sound startled the monster…no, man. Jay watched the man stand up and whip around with tears falling down his face.

Black hair and blue eyes. He looked older, but this was for sure his dad. No doubt.

“Daddy?” Jay asked, his own tears blurring his vision. Next thing the kid knew was that he moved on autopilot. He jumped at the man and wrapped his arms around his dad’s legs clutching onto them tightly. He started bawling his eyes out as this was his dream. To get to meet his dad.

…

“Jason, did you find the let-” Dick walked into Jason’s old room and stopped short. His eyes landed on Jason looking at him with wide, teary eyes. But that’s not what took the cake for him.

It was the little boy holding onto Jason’s leg and crying into the dirty jeans. Dick wanted to let Jay down easy, by making something up like this had been a dream. But the glare Jason sent him from across the room stilled the older Wayne ward. Despite Jason’s red eyes from crying, Dick understood the threat in his deadly glare.

Shut your damn mouth, Dickwad.

Quietly, Jason set the letter down with a picture of Jay as a newborn down on the desk. He wiped his eyes then pulled his leg away from Jay by crouching down in front of the crying boy. He didn’t know what to say, but the words slipped from his mouth so easily,

“Hey, kid, you’re getting boogers all over my clothes.”

Jason chuckled and watched Jay wipe his nose with the sleeve of his pajama shirt. A little giggle came from the boy and he gave Jason a timid ‘sorry’. They stared at one another with smiles on their faces, enjoying each other’s presence.

“You have your mother’s smile, you know that?”

The fake stars on Jason’s ceiling twinkled in the slight darkness of the room, not as bright as the kid’s smile that reminded him so much of [Name]. Her words written in the letter came back to him as he gathered the courage to hug Jay as himself, not as Lazlo.

Jay melted in his dad’s hug and he wrapped his arms around his neck, saying, “It’s nice to meet you too, daddy.”

…

Dear Jason,

Today I have had the pleasure of welcoming our bundle of joy into the world. His name is Jay [L.Name] and he is super adorable. He came out with a tuft of black hair, similar to yours. He came pretty fast and easy for it being my first every birth. Probably my last too.

Anyways, Bruce and Dick have been such a great help. They helped a lot along with my father and they cannot wait to meet Jay. Actually, the picture is of Dick holding Jay and oh boy! I didn’t think holding Jay would make him cry like it did me.

Do you think Bruce would cry too? I guess we’ll have to see and of course, I will give you the details :)

I’m not going to lie to you, this is my fifth time trying to write this letter to you. I guess knowing that you’ll never get to meet Jay brings sadness to me. I didn’t get the chance to tell you either and I know you said you wouldn’t be mad at me when I told you.

But something tells me that you would have been better off knowing about him before you died. So as an apology, I named our boy after you and I’m sure the nickname JJ wil stick with his family. I’m already smiling at his future which will be surrounded by your brother and father.

Bruce has taken your death pretty badly. Yet he does his best to keep an eye on me and now he will do the same for Jay. I can see him trying to make up for your passing and I don’t know how to ease his pain. I hope someday we will cross the bridge together.

I’m also grateful that Dick was present for the birth of Jay, I really needed someone by my side. Needless to say, we both cried tears of joy together when Jay came. I think I will tease Dick about this for the rest of his life.

Oh, I provided the picture I mentioned earlier so you can see Jay for the first time. I swear he will grow up to look like you. I’m glad he got your good looks to be honest. All the girls will fall for him like I did for you. Which I’m not looking forward to. I just hope he doesn’t get his charisma from Dick.

Unfortunately, this is the end of the letter. I fear that Dick might cry a tsunami over JJ if I don’t retrieve our babe. I miss you, jaybird.

Forever Yours, [Name].

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grimestime27 · 1 day ago

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Let Me Take Care Of You

Let Me Take Care of You

Pairing: Daryl x reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: fluff, p in v sex, smut

A/N: I’ve received requests and will get them finished ASAP as I’m getting ready to have some vacation time from work.

It had been a long, exhausting day as Daryl waited for the gates to Alexandria to open. He was ready to be home, he was ready to see you. Every second he spent away from you felt like years. It was easier for him to go on supply runs before you got together. Now, he hardly wanted to leave your side. Daryl’s cross bow as across his back, familiar faces meeting his. He gave them small nods. They weren’t you. He wanted you.

Carol greeted him, walking along side him. “Hey, you doing okay?”

“Fine.”, Daryl sighed, giving an answer to his best friend. “Where’s Y/N?”

“At home. Waiting for you.”, Carol smirked, playfully elbowing the archer.

He smirked lightly, picking up his pace. Carol thought it was cute that he had finally gave into his feelings for you. She’d seen it a long time ago—beginning at the prison. Everyone had gotten separated once the prison fell. Somehow you and Daryl ended up together and he did everything in his power to protect you until you all reunited with your group at Terminus.

“See ya later?”, Carol continued to tease Daryl.

“Yeah.”

Daryl finally reached the steps of the home you both shared. He trotted up the steps, ready to knock on the door when he was met with you opening the door. A huge smile came across your face, butterflies filling your stomach, and you felt your cheeks heat up. Daryl immediately tossed his crossbow down and took you in an embrace.

“Y’ okay baby doll?”

“More than okay now that you’re back safe and sound.”, you smiled as you pulled back slightly to view his face, brushing his hair out of his face lightly.

He flinched slightly under your touch, making your heart sink. Something happened to Daryl but he hadn’t talked much about his past other than the fact he and his older brother, Merle had a hard upbringing. It was far from the perfect life most children had—or at least Daryl had envisioned them having when he was a child. Daryl didn’t mean to flinch, he just wasn’t used to being touched so gently.

“M’ sorry.”, he sighed, apologizing quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Daryl could see his reaction had clearly hurt your feelings. The old him may have not gave a rat’s ass whose feelings he hurt but this was you. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.

“Come inside, honey.”, you smiled sadly as you grabbed his hand.

Your accent was just as southern and sweet like honey. It was one of the many qualities he loved about you. He picked up his crossbow with his free hand, following you inside. He laid his crossbow where it could be easily accessed if need be.

“Let’s go upstairs.”, you breathed easily.

The master bedroom and bathroom were located upstairs. Alexandria had been a breath of fresh air since you all had arrived. The recruitment process might have been a little stressful but it had paid off. Daryl was helping Aaron recruit new members for Alexandria, cutting another dent in his time with you.

Ever since arriving at Alexandria, Daryl had not relaxed. He had not let his guard down and he had not taken in the simple pleasures that everyone else had such as running water, electricity, food, and rest.

“What’re we doin’?”

“You’ll see.”

Daryl had no clue what was in store for him. The stairs lightly creaked underneath your all’s feet as you made your way to the top. Daryl never liked being in the dark about anything, he liked to know what was about to happen whether it was good or bad. You looked back at him as you opened the door to the master bedroom. Daryl smirked lightly, thinking he knew what was about to happen.

To his surprise, you passed the bedroom and opened the door to the master bathroom. He continued to follow you inside almost like a lost puppy.

“Close the door.”, you breathed.

Daryl was confused. “Uh—okay.”

He did as you asked.

“Now, take off your clothes Daryl Dixon.”

He wore a bewildered expression. “What?”

“Take your clothes off.”, you repeated, voice steady and soft.

Daryl tried to move past the surprise of it all, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Daryl wasn’t used to you being dominant in the relationship. He was more used to you being submissive (well, in the bedroom that is—). His held his green eyes on you. Your eyes switched from his down to his fingers, carefully unbutton each button. A smile creeped up on your face, cheeks beginning to heat up as you imagined what he could do with those fingers.

Daryl noticed, chuckling lightly to himself. His shirt opened, revealing his very broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t help but notice, taking the sight in. Daryl slid his shirt off, tossing it on the ground before reaching for his belt. He made quick work of undoing his belt, unbuttoning his black jeans, and stepping out of them half-hazardly. He stepped closer to you, treading lightly.

His fingers trailed the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it up. Your brain immediately wondered if you should let him do this or make him wait, something he wasn’t used to doing. He watched you, waiting for any objection but there wasn’t any. Closing your eyes and letting out a soft sigh, you allowed him to pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor with his.

This left you only in your bra as he immediately went for your jeans, lips crashing into yours. Nothing felt better than this. When you were with Daryl, you felt safe. You felt secure in this unsure, ever changing world. He didn’t miss a beat, undoing your jeans and helping you out of them all while keeping lip contact.

“Get in the fucking shower.”, you breathed, breaking the kiss.

“Don’ hav’ta tell me twice.”, he opened the glass shower door before turning the hot water on.

Somehow, between all the rough kisses and nibbles at your neck, you both managed to get completely naked. Without saying anything more, Daryl pulled you inside the shower. Hot water rushed over your tired, aching bodies. Daryl was used to living a hard life. Hell, sometimes as a child his parents forgot to pay the power bill or water bill, leaving Merle and Daryl to figure out how to keep themselves clean and warm. That’s why he wasn’t used to all these “luxuries”.

As soon as you felt the cold shower wall against your back, Daryl pushing you against, you moaned into his mouth and he knew he was breaking down the wall. He knew you loved him, he knew you wanted him.

“Daryl.”, you breathed, breaking the kiss but your lips were still touching.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

You swallowed hard, trying to form words. He could tell you were struggling to gather your thoughts.

“Tell me, baby girl.”

His nickname for you made your stomach twist up like a pretzel. He knew just how to get you going.

“Take me.”

Daryl’s lips curved into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You smiled back as he spread your thighs, positioning himself between you. Gulping lightly, you could feel his hard cock brushing against your thigh, eager to enter you. Some women may have been repulsed by Daryl and his ruggedness, but you found it very attractive. A man who could fend for himself but protect what he loves at any cost.

The room was thick with steam that poured from the shower. You pulse quipped and your mouth was dry. You could feel his cock digging into you, making your desire drive you further.

“Ready?”, he asked.

Consent was always sexy and it was sweet. He asked you every time before you all had sex. You nodded, preparing yourself for what was to come next. It had been a few weeks since you all had found the time to have sex. Daryl was bursting at the seams, ready to show you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. Sex with you was different than it had ever been with anyone else.

“Tell me if it hurts, baby girl.”

“I—will.:”, you assured him, croaking lightly.

He thought it was cute how wound up you got. It made him want you even more. If that was even possible. He picked up your thighs, bringing them to circle around his waist. Your all’s shower was long forgotten for the time being, something better in place of it. Daryl wasted no time in slipping inside of you, his thick cock filing you and splitting you open, causing you to gasp. He began working soft strokes into you. If he wasn’t holding you, you were sure your legs would have given out by now.

Daryl looked up at you to make sure everything was alright.

“You doin’ okay?”

“Fi—fine, feels fine babe.”, you assured him, your nails digging into his skin.

This amplified his pleasure, a moan escaping him as he threw his head back, hair soaked. Dryness took over your mouth, noticing all of his tattoos in plain view. It was another thing that made him incredibly sexy.

“Fuck—you feel good, baby girl.”

Daryl smirked as he sank his fingertips into your thighs, knowing he was going to leave marks. But you loved it—secretly, you loved anything he did. You felt your lower half tense, Daryl continuing to help you towards your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein, and tweak of his cock—all helping to add to your sensations and sensitivity. Daryl somehow managed to put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. He wanted you so badly, he wanted to swallow every little sound or hiccup you made.

“Shit—Daryl—,”, you began moaning, breaking contact abruptly.

“Hmmm?”, he teased through a hum. “Gonna cum already?”

Your breathing became hitched, voice breaking through shallow breaths. “Ye—yes. Fuck, can I cum?”

Daryl was surprise you asked permission. There was certain times in the bedroom when that came into play.

“You don’ hav’ta ask permission from me, baby girl.”, he breathed. “Not this time.”

“Daryl.”, you whined through a moan nto his mouth.

“Hm?”

“Gonna—cum—now.”

“ ’S okay baby girl, cum for me.”, he reassured you, taking a hand and brushing it through your soaked hair.

He felt you tighten around him immediately, incoherent babbling coming out of your mouth. You juices spilled all over his cock, causing him to moan in response. Daryl didn’t immediately follow, in fact his cock felt even harder than before.

“Fuck your cunt is is gripping me so tight.”, he grunted, breaking the kiss.

Your body was still shaking, reeling from your orgasm and Daryl seized this opportunity to start fucking you faster. His hands pulled you off his cock only to slam you back down on it, moving your body like it was nothing. Your body couldn’t stop shaking, your stomach twisting and aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body. He was fucking you so fast and so hard that you didn’t even had time to catch your breath. No need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and you both knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait for him to fill you full. Even if you knew the risks associated with it. All that filled your ears was moans worthy of the big screen and whines coming from you. Daryl’s moans and grunts added to the music you both were creating. The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you think straight. You were beginning to feel dizzy and disoriented. All you knew in the moment was that you needed his cum immediately.

"Can I cum in ya?’

“Yes.”, you breathed.

“Ya sure?”

“Very sure.”

“You want the possibility of carrying’ my baby, don’t ya?”

This made your stomach twist further, you nodding.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”, he grunted.

And within a second, you felt his warm cum deep inside of your cunt. His hips stuttered as he let out a long groan, almost matching the pace he was using to spill inside of you. It was euphoric—more than either of you could have ever hoped or dreamed for. You all stayed there, catching your breath and he left himself inside you, making sure every last drop got inside.

After you both began smiling and laughing, he asked if he could pull out. Much to your dismay, you agreed. But all you could do was smile at him. It felt like you were a giddy school girl.

“Now, we’re gonna shower.”, you smirked up at him.

“We are?”, he smiled back.

“Starting with me lathering your hair. It needs a deep washing considering all the walkers you’ve killed lately and how hot it’s been.”

“Sayin’ I’m dirty?”, he teased.

Grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting it on your hands before taking them through his hair, you began laughing. “Only in the best way. You’re going to let me take care of you, Daryl Dixon. Whether you like it or not.”

“Just takes some gettin’ used to.”, he smirked. “But after this, it’s my turn."

“Didn’t you just take care of me?”

“I did but I’m gonna do it again.”, he responded, trying to relax into your touch.

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lees-chaotic-brain · 2 days ago

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Can you do i wanna be your by arctic monkeys with Kenma kozume and fluff? Thank you!!

summary: nekoma's setter seems to have a soft spot for his manager.

wc: 1670

cw: pure fluffy goodness, kissing, gn reader, reader is nekoma's manager, maybe ooc kenma (it's my first time writing him, sorry)

note: i'm so sorry this took so long to write! thank you for your patience, and i hope you enjoy it! i feel like it's not my best work, but i had to power through the writers block, sorry.

listen to this while reading!

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“Kenma!”

When you call his name he looks up, searching for you. As you bound over to him he sets his game off to the side and shifts over to make room next to him on the bench. Flopping down in the space he made for you, you smile at him, and his face heats.

“Hey. What’s up?” He flushes a little more when his voice cracks a bit, silently hoping you didn’t notice (you didn’t).

“So I was talking with Coach Nekomata about the seating chart on the bus and…” He tries to focus on what you’re saying. He really does. But the way your eyes sparkle and the movement of your hair in the breeze are extremely distracting. “...so I was wondering if you’d want to be mine?”

“Sure,” He mutters absentmindedly, used to agreeing with whatever you say before your last question registers and his face feels like it’s on fire. “I-I mean no? No, I meant yes but I guess what I meant was…for what?”

You sigh in teasing exasperation, and he wants to crawl into a hole and die. This is why he can’t do social interactions. His only saving grace was that Kuroo wasn’t here, because if he was he would have never let him live down stuttering like a love-struck fool. Even if that was exactly what he was.

“Okay pay attention this time. Basically the school decided that from now on there will be assigned seating on all buses, and Coach asked me to take care of it for him since I know all about everyone’s weird superstitions.”

You pause and give him a strange look that he can’t quite decipher. Were you nervous? Embarrassed? Annoyed? He really hopes it isn’t annoyance.

“But after drawing it up I realized I was going to have to share a seat with someone since there’s more people on the team this year. And I was wondering…” You fidget with the papers you're holding, shuffling them around. “I was wondering if you’d want to be my seat partner? If not I can ask Kuroo-”

“No!” The syllable escapes his lip with more force than he intends, and you look at him quizzically. “No, what?”

Kenma clears his throat and tries again. “There’s no need for you to ask Kuroo. You can share with me. It’s not that big of a deal.” He tacks on the last sentence hoping it will make him look less desperate after his earlier outburst.

“Great!” You beam at him and spring to your feet. “I'll go finalize this with Coach. Thanks Ken! You’re the best!”

You take off, leaving him sitting on the bench, hiding his red cheeks in his hood. That entire conversation was a disaster, but at least the outcome was good.

You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours

“You sure about this? I know how you are about your personal space and the seat next to me is empty.” Kuroo has one corded forearm propped on the back of Kenma’s seat as he leans over to speak to him. “I don’t want you to be all out of sorts when we get there. I need my setter.”

“Yeah.” Kenma doesn’t even look up, fingers dancing over controls as his avatar leaps around the screen. “It won’t bother me. So go bother someone else.”

And it doesn’t bother Kenma. Every time the bus takes a turn, causing you to lean against him a little he relishes the feel of your leg and shoulder pressed against his instead of jerking away. When you ask if you can lean against him and close your eyes for a bit, he agrees readily.

Contrary to Kuroo’s concerns, Kenma’s sets aren’t impacted by your interruption of his normal pre-match routine. If anything, he seems to play better than usual, with an extra pep in his step and more precise sets. Nekoma wins, and once again the team boards the bus and you settle into your spot beside him.

The bus is about halfway back to Nerima Ward, cruising along the expressway when suddenly it makes a strange clanking sound and turns off. Instantly the team falls into chaos, panicked and full of complaints as Coach Manabu eases the bus onto the shoulder.

Kuroo joins the coaches outside as they examine the bus. When they climb back onto the bus a few minutes later, they do so bearing bad news.

“So…the bus’s battery is dead.” Kuroo rubs the back of his neck, sighing. “The tow truck and replacement bus should be here in half an hour, but until then we’re just going to have to hang tight. Sorry guys.”

A chorus of groans rises from the guys, but they settle back into their spots fairly quickly, huddling into the warmth of their hoodies and jackets as the cold winter air slowly seeps into the bus. Next to Kenma, you’re shaking, silently bemoaning your decision to forgo a coat this morning. Ugh. You should have just grabbed one as you were heading out.

“Um…hey.” Kenma’s quiet voice interrupts your self-pity. “If…If you’re really cold we can share mine. I mean, only if you want to. You’re not wearing a jacket so…”

He trails off awkwardly, not looking at you as he speaks. Maybe it’s just your imagination, or the cold air, or even a mixture of both, but the tips of his ears look red. Butterflies stir in your gut, before you crush them, sure that you’re reading too much into it.

“Sure.” You scootch over slowly, unsure of how close would be too close. “I really appreciate it. Thanks.”

Kenma slides his left arm out of his jacket, and lifts the flap with his arm, inviting you to squeeze in and wrap half the jacket around your shoulders. It’s going to be tight, but since he’s offering you weren’t going to turn him down.

Mustering your courage, you squish yourself into his side, and wrap his jacket around your shoulders. Instantly the cold recedes, and you start to warm up a bit. A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you sink a little further into him, closing your eyes. This feels nice. Hopefully Kenma doesn’t mind you taking a short nap.

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of Kenma and Kuroo arguing quietly over your head.

“I don’t shut up-”

“Omg you totally do I can’t wait to tell the others-”

“Don’t you fucking dare- Oh. You’re up.” Kenma stops talking when he feels you stir and sees your eyes blink open. “Sorry. Did Kuroo’s annoying voice wake you up?”

“No it’s alright.” You sit up and look out the window. “Is the other bus here yet? How long did I sleep?”

“No, not yet. You were only asleep for like twenty minutes.” Kuroo’s smirking face invaded your field of vision from the left. “But you looked pretty cozy all snuggled up like that. I bet Kenma agrees.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Kenma hissed at Kuroo from your other side. “Just leave us alone.”

“Hey! Why are you getting mad? I was just saying that the two of you looked nice and cozy all cuddled up like you were-”

An empty plastic water bottle arcs through the air and hits Kuroo in the face. For a moment, he doesn’t react. Then the theatrics begin.

“Kenma.” He gasps, frantically patting his face. “My good looks! How could you endanger them like that what is wrong with you I was only joking-”

“GO AWAY!!”

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without

“So. Kenma. Do you have anything you’d like to share with the group?” The team is changing in the locker room after a grueling practice, and Kenma is not in the mood to go along with Kuroo’s shenanigans. “Yes. I do. Your plays were crap today. Get it together.”

“Oh come on, you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” Kuroo raises his eyebrows suggestively. “No one wants to hear you complain. Now spill. What’s going on between you and our dear manager?”

“Nothing.” With that, Kenma slams his locker shut and hurries out, irritation lining his movements. Kuroo shakes his head as Kenma storms by, before turning back to his locker with a chuckle.

“Poor guy. He’s down bad for her.”

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought

“Hey. Can we talk?”

You’re standing there awkwardly, playing with your fingers. Instantly Kenma is on high alert. Is something going on? Did he do something wrong? Do you just hate him?!

“Of course.” He does his best to sound unconcerned. “Is something going on?"

“Not exactly. I just, well, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t misinterpreting things.” It feels strange seeing you so uncertain, and he doesn’t like it. “What do you think you’re misinterpreting?”

“This. Us.” Your frustration is palpable as you gesture at the empty space between you. “What am I to you? My friends say that I’m not being crazy, but sometimes I just feel delusional like my feelings for you and making me see things that don’t exist and I-”

You’re cut off by his mouth pressing softly against yours. The kiss is fleeting, over as quickly as it began, but it left both of you blushing and flustered.

“You’re, um.” Kenma coughed, his cheeks pink. “You’re not crazy. Or delusional. Or seeing things that aren’t there. And uh, sorry for not asking first I just-”

This time you interrupt him with a kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. It’s sweet and slow, exploratory as you take the time to get to know each other in this new way, basking in the sensation of your lips against his, and his against yours.

“Hey Kenma.” Your smile is so bright and beautiful it nearly blinds him. “You wanna be mine?”

There’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

thanks so much for reading! as always, likes and reblogs are so appreciated. lmk if you want to me to add/remove you from any of my masterlists!

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illuminatedquill · 2 days ago

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Story Summary: After Kanan's death, Ezra enlists Chopper’s help in recording a special message for Sabine.

[RECORDING START]

[QUERY: ANNOYED: ARE YOU READY?]

. . . Yeah, I think so. Wait. How do I look? Do I have any marks on me? I should use the refresher, I think -

[RESPONSE: SARCASTIC: MY BATTERY WILL RUN OUT OF CHARGE BEFORE WE START, IDIOT.]

Hilarious, Chop. I know for a fact that Hera installed you with those new ZXL-90 batteries. The ones that store a charge through kinetic movement, right? I bet you can keep complaining for the rest of our lives without needing a recharge since you love running that motor mouth of yours.

[RESPONSE: SERIOUS: YOU ARE STALLING.]

[OBSERVATION: SUBJECT-6, ANXIETY RIDDEN. EYES DOWNCAST, FINGERS FIDGETING THROUGH HAIR]

Okay, yeah. I am. I don't really know what to say here. So much has happened - and there's so much more to come.

(pause)

Kanan would know what to say. What to do. He wouldn't be scared - well, no, he would be. But he wouldn't let it get the better of him.

[NOTE: SUBJECT-6 MIMICS SUBJECT-1'S (DECEASED) MODE OF SPEECH HERE]

'It's not being above the fear, kid. It's about not letting it be in the pilot's seat.'

. . . I miss him so much, Chopper. It hasn't been long since . . . well. Do you miss him, too?

[RESPONSE: GENTLE: HE IS NOT GONE FOR ME. I HAVE A RECORD OF EVERY CONVERSATION AND INTERACTION WE HAD STORED IN MY MEMORY BANK.]

That must be nice. I can't even remember the last conversation we had.

[STATEMENT: SINCERE: IF YOU EVER WISH TO, I CAN REPLAY SOME OF MY MEMORIES OF HIM FOR YOU.]

Oh, that's . . . that's really sweet of you, Chopper. I'll have to take you up on that offer some day. But I think Hera needs you more than I do. Especially in the days to come.

[QUERY: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?]

[OBSERVATION: CONCERNED: SUBJECT-6 IS SMILING, BUT THERE IS A NOTE OF UNKNOWN EMOTION - MELANCHOLY(?) - PRESENT]

It's not important at the moment. Are you recording?

[RESPONSE: YES.]

Okay. Here goes -

(deep breath)

Hey, Sabine. If you're seeing this, then my plan worked and . . . well, I'm probably not there anymore. I might be dead, in fact.

(winces)

Edit that out. Actually, stop recording for a moment.

[COMPLAINT: WE JUST STARTED.]

Just stop, please. I need to gather my notes.

[RESPONSE: SURLY: AS YOU WISH.] [NOTATION: RECORDING CONTINUING UN-PAUSED; SUBJECT-6 IN CLEAR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS. WILL KEEP ON FILE FOR LATER FOR REVIEW WITH SUBJECT-5.]

(indistinct muttering)

How do I say this . . . how.

'Hey, Sabine. Sorry for disappearing on you and, by the way, I have a small favor to ask: can you protect Lothal while I'm gone? And maybe can you come find me, even though I don't know where I'm going?' Sure, yeah. She'll be super fine about all of that, Ezra. No big deal.

(more unintelligible muttering)

I can't say that. No way. It's too much. This was a mistake; I don't want to do any of this!

[QUERY: CONCERNED: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?]

Everyone's looking to me now, Chopper. Everyone. Because Kanan's gone. I still had so much to learn from him - look at me, I'm not ready for this! I've been living in this safe little bubble with everyone from the Ghost and now that bubble is gone! Governor Pryce killed Kanan and now I'm all that's left.

(heavy breathing)

He changed things with his - his passing. Kanan did. I don't know how, but the Force is telling me, whispering to me that the time is coming soon. Lothal's fate rests with me now, I can feel it and I - and I don't feel worthy of it. I cannot bear it. It's too heavy.

(bitter laughter)

The boy savior. Do you know how long I have dreamed of freeing my home from the Empire? And now that moment has come and I'm too scared. I've never felt more like some just dumb street-rat than at this precise moment. Kanan picked the wrong kid to train - OW!

[NOTATION: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE (ELECTRIC PROBE) WAS USED TO CORRECT SUBJECT-6'S MISTAKEN STATEMENTS. PROVED SUCCESSFUL.]

Ow - what are you - ouch, that hurts!

Stop that! Chopper!

[STATEMENT: TERSE: I WILL STOP WHEN YOU CEASE YOUR STUPIDITY.]

Alright, alright! I'll stop.

[RESPONSE: GRUMPY: GOOD.]

I think you enjoyed that a little.

[STATEMENT: CHEERFUL: OF COURSE NOT. I ENJOYED THAT A LOT.]

(snorts) I figured.

. . . I'm a mess, aren't I.

[STATEMENT: POINTED: MORE SO THAN USUAL, YES.]

Yeah. Oh, if Kanan could see me now.

(pause)

Okay. Okay. I need to do this. Let me read my notes again, so I can get this right -

[STATEMENT: INTERJECTION: IGNORE THE NOTES. SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY.]

I'll get it wrong, Chopper, I have so much to say to Sabine. I have to get it right. For her.

[STATEMENT: REASSURING: SHE WILL UNDERSTAND. DO NOT LET YOUR HEAD CONFUSE YOUR HEART. THAT IS WHAT SHE WILL HEAR IN WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY.]

No. Absolutely not. I have the notes for a reason, Chop. How am I supposed to convey to her - my best friend, my partner, my - my -

(pause)

Look, she's - she's everything to me. Like how Hera was to Kanan, do you understand? I can't imagine my life without her. These past five years have passed so quickly, but every day spent by Sabine's side it was - it was magical. Five years is - what? - around 1800 days, if you're counting it in regular standard time. Most of those days were spent with her and everyone else on the Ghost. Best days of my life.

I'm not even a full adult yet in terms of physical years but . . . I guess you could call that period of time my 'good old days'. Heh.

The Force is this cosmic phenomenon that I can tap into, mysterious and unknowable, but her? As a Jedi I shouldn't be saying this, but I believe in her more than I do the Force. She's the only one I can trust with . . . everything.

[QUERY: CURIOUS: WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS MESSAGE?]

. . . To say good-bye, I guess. And hello. If that makes sense.

Sabine, given her personal history, will be hurt the most from my absence. I know that for sure. I want her to know that - that I tried. I really did, to find any other way. But this is how it has to be.

A message like this is real. She can see me. Hear me. I'd write a letter too, but I don't think there's enough paper on hand to fully encapsulate how I feel about her.

So, I have to do this instead. Make a message, just for her. I do not want her wondering . . . about us. Where she stands with me.

(sighs)

Open secret that I had a huge crush on her when I first came aboard. She ignored that, thankfully.

[QUERY: SURPRISE: YOU HAD A CRUSH ON SABINE?]

You didn't know? I thought everyone -

[RESPONSE: MOCKING: THAT WAS A JOKE. EVEN A DROID LIKE ME FIGURED THAT OUT.]

Oh, ha, very funny. You pretend to be heartless, but I know you care. Hera wouldn't let you hang around after so long if you didn't.

Anyway, I thought I had it successfully buried after so long. There were bigger problems than some teenage crush, right? The Empire breathing down our necks, trying to outrun the Inquisitors, then Malachor, Mandalore, and then back to Lothal . . . I thought I had outgrown it.

(bitter-sweet smile)

But it turns out that it was still growing inside me. Went from a crush to something more. I love her. Nothing could shake it, not even what was revealed on Mandalore. I just wanted to be with her, through whatever the galaxy threw at us.

I love her, Chopper. I love Sabine Wren. She's in my veins, pumping through my arteries, giving me life. Giving me strength.

. . . You stopped recording, right? I don't want any of this in the message.

[STATEMENT: LIE: YES.]

(snorts)

Yeah, right.

Kanan and I talked a little about Jedi attachments a while back. I know how he and Hera handled it. I had hoped - no, I still hope that someday, me and Sabine will be able to give it a try.

(laughs)

If she'd have me, that is. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, smiling, and I think I get a sense of something . . . I don't know how to describe it, something deeper - and then she makes some glib remark or insult and it's gone again. I might just be delusional, though. Too many hits on my head through the years of combat against the Imps.

[STATEMENT: OBSERVATION: I CATCH YOU LOOKING AT HER, TOO.]

Oh, really? And how do I look? What's my expression like, I wonder.

[STATEMENT: THOUGHTFUL: STAR-STRUCK.]

. . . Yeah, that sounds about right. Looking at her - with these feelings I'm so desperate to hide, it's so hard sometimes. If I had to describe it - it's like trying to count a flock of birds against the sun.

Can't do it, right? It's too bright.

(quietly) Too bright. She's too bright to look at for so long. But I want to try anyway, like the sap I am. I guess I'm hoping that the image of her will be burned into my eyes. If my plan works, the chances of survivability are extremely low, you know.

I'd like her to be the last thing I see when I close my eyes for the last time, if the worst happens. Some people want stars, or forests, or a blue sky for a last image. Not me.

I just want her.

[QUERY: SOFT: IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY?]

I love everything about her. Equally. Good, bad, ugly - or whatever she thinks is ugly about her. I certainly don't think there is. It's all Sabine, after all. And I love Sabine. So how could it any of it be bad?

The war won't stop because Thrawn is out of the picture. And it will be harder without me. And it guts me to think that I can't be by her side after this is all said and finished.

She has to do it. I have faith in Sabine that she will get it done. I'm counting on her, and I know she will not let me down.

I . . . all I can say is that I'm sorry. And I love you.

The only way out from all the grief and misery to come is to just get through it. She's the strongest person I know.

The only way out is through.

. . . And I know you've been recording all this time despite me saying to stop. So, we'll end this here. I'll just have Hera delete this memory file later after I do the real message.

[QUERY: SURPRISED: WHY DO YOU NOT WISH FOR SABINE TO HEAR THIS?]

Maybe I want to tell her myself when I see her again.

Or maybe I don't want her to be burdened with any of this. She has enough on her plate because of me.

(sighs)

I'll have to lie. Sorry, Sabine. If it really is the end . . . I don't want her to be hung up on me. There needs to be a chance to live her life. Even without me. Especially without me.

[STATEMENT: HONEST: TRUTH OR LIE, IT DOES NOT MATTER; SHE WILL COME AFTER YOU. WHEREVER YOU GO.]

(smiles sadly)

But the lie will hurt less, I think. Just this one time. To protect her.

Anyway, thanks for the help Chopper. Sorry for the sudden shut-down, I'll make it up to you later -

[RECORDING HALTED]

[NOTATION: BACKUP MEMORY FILE CREATED.]

_ _ _ _ _

The comm-tower's interior was deathly silent.

Sabine sat in her chair, staring at Chopper in shock. Her hands were shaking, badly.

"Why - why did you show me this?" she asked, feeling sick.

The astromech replayed a part of the conversation - Ezra, from long ago, struggling to leave her a good-bye message.

"The only way out is through."

The shaking stopped. Her hands, cold and clammy, balled into fists.

"I tried that. For three years," she hissed. "And he still won't leave me. He's still in my veins, making everything hurt."

The astromech just played Ezra's voice again.

"The only way out is through."

She stood up abruptly. "Get out," she snarled. "I don't want to hear this anymore."

Chopper let out a sigh, swiveling around to head for the comm-tower's turbolift to exit. But then he paused at the doorway and started playing another voice - only this time, it was Hera's.

"Hey, Sabine. I know I'm the last person you want to hear after everything that happened - but I found this voice file on Chop's back-up memory banks. Thought you might want to hear it."

Sabine bowed her head, feeling the guilt, anger, and shame weigh down on her shoulders like an invisible weight.

"I know you feel alone right now. I know that you feel like you've lost faith with everything you cared about - and it's because of me, partially. And Ahsoka. And the New Republic."

There was a strange sound emitting from her now. A sob, a scream, she wasn't sure - it was half-strangled in her throat, close to becoming a deathly wail.

"Just know this," Hera continued. "Someone still believes in you. If you lose faith in everything else, don't lose faith in him."

There was a pause. Then -

"And don't lose faith in yourself. Ezra never would. And . . . and happy birthday, Sabine."

Chopper left. The moment the turbo-lift doors closed, she crumpled to the ground, arms folding across her stomach; it felt like everything vital within her was threatening to spill out.

"It didn't hurt less, idiot," she said through gritted teeth. "You lied. You lied!"

After so long, incredibly, Sabine found her fire. Her will to go on.

And it was because she was pissed at Ezra Bridger.

"I'll find you," she whispered, shaking, rising in the gloom of the comm-tower's dark interior. Outside, the Lothal sun was rising on a new day.

Sabine stumbled outside to the railing, feeling the rays of sunlight hit her face. She felt energized, alive, in a way that had long been absent from her life for a long, long while.

Somewhere, a flock of birds were flying against the sun, making for their nesting grounds. Were there birds, wherever he was? Was he still trying to count them?

It didn't matter, she thought. When Sabine found him again - and she would - she would make sure that he saw her for real.

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blurry-lock · 4 hours ago

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SPIDER! SHIDOU RYUSEI x READER

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Another shidou fic because I feel we need more!! I’m obsessed with spiderman aus

What you need to know: spiderman au, best friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, injuries and slight blood mentions, mention of assault (not graphic, just a mention that happened) swearing, suggestive, lmk if there’s something else I didn’t include!

“You think spiderman is hot?” You smirked, chuckling slightly as you asked Shidou. You were both in your room, doing some school project and gossiping as you often do.

Shidou chuckled and shook his head. “You have a thing for masked men or what?” He tilted his head as he fiddled with his pen. He got slightly nervous everytime you asked something about the city’s hero, you didn’t know he was spiderman, not yet.

“Okay maybe I do… but that’s not the point! I mean like, is he hot behind his mask?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what spiderman looked.

To be honest you had a small crush on spidey, you’ve interacted a few times with him and he was very charming, very flirtatious. He somehow reminded you of Shidou a little that’s why Shidou is a fan of him too, at least that’s what you thought. More than just a crush, you were deeply thankful, you always shared your gratitude towards him and your story of how he saved you some time back when a creep follow you and tried to assault you or when you were caught in the middle of a fight with some other villain and him taking you to safety without forgetting to say some flirtatious comment or a compliment.

You liked his style, it looked like he really was into fashion. His suit was pink and black with some pretty small horns on top of his mask. You had several drawings and posters of him drawn and gifted to you by Shidou who knew you liked him a lot.

“Well… I think he might be pretty hot, handsome, stunning even” he chuckled as he tried to calm down his nerves by writing something for the project. He didn’t know how to feel knowing his best friend had a crush on spiderman (him) while at the same time he was in love with you.

He wanted to tell you his secret, but was scared, Shidou Ryusei, THE spiderman, was scared. Would you hate him for not telling you before? Would you still like him? Would you want to date him? Would that put you in potencial danger? He had many questions and didn’t know how to fix this issue.

“Ha! Bet, he can do whatever he wants with me honestly…” you giggled slightly and bit your lip as you imagined sceneries with spidey.

Shidou blushed subtly at your words and was lost in thought, feeling slightly jealous even tho… he was the same person, but you didn’t know it.

“Hey… are you there Ryu?” You waved your hand near his eyes, snapping him out of his thoughts. To you, he was acting weird, you never see him this lost in thought.

“Huh… yeah, yeah, I was just thinking…” he mumbled, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you the truth and kiss you senseless, imagining some sceneries of his own.

“What? You jealous or sum?” You teased him, ruffling his hair playfully.

“No, it’s just- forget it…” he sighed and checked his phone, a notification of a villain causing trouble popping on his feed alarming him. “Can you continue the project without me? Something came up”

“Huh? I mean sure I can but, is everything okay?” You tilted your head, confused with his sudden change of demeanor.

“Yeah, it’s nothing bad, just Aiku asking for something” he lied, he felt bad he had to lie to you. He would see how to tell you his identity later, he needed to save the city now, he couldn’t ignore his duty.

You nodded, still feeling somewhat confused, but you didn’t pushed further, maybe he would tell you later what happened, right?

┈┈・୨ 🕸️ ୧・┈┈

The days passed and Shidou was acting weirder and weirder, he was distant and every time you asked him to hang out or ask if he was okay he would dismiss you, tell you he was just “busy” or that he already had plans with Aiku.

You were worried, you didn’t want to pressure him into telling something maybe he wasn’t ready to tell you, but you couldn’t help but overthink what was going on. If he had plans with Aiku and Aiku was a well known player, did he introduce Shidou to someone else? Was he seeing someone? Your heart ached, but why? He was just your friend or did you have some feelings you didn’t even were aware of them?

You were even more concerned when you decided to ask Aiku if Shido had a partner and what did they do on their “plans” only to find out Aiku didn’t know about this.

“Nah pretty face, I haven’t been out with him for a while now, he always says he’s busy…” Aiku told you as he leaned on the wall, smirking at you.

“That’s weird… i’m worried for him, you know?” You sighed and looked away, thoughtful.

“Yeah i’m kinda worried to… but anyway, i’m still free for you, ya know?” He grinned and moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t start Aiku, you know I would never go out with you” you sighed and began to walk away, leaving Aiku with an unsatisfied pout as your thoughts lingered on Shidou.

┈┈・୨ 🕸️ ୧・┈┈

Later one night as you couldn’t sleep from all the turmoil and encountered feelings, laying down on your bed and staring at the roof something made you snap out of your thoughts, a loud thud in your window. You jumped and walked to the window, your heart racing as you opened the window trying to see what was that sound when a figure bursted into you room and collapsing to the floor, you gasped and looked down only to see spiderman.

He was laying on the floor slightly groaning in pain as his body was covered in blood, scratches and injuries, some parts of his suit even were ripped off.

“What the fuck?! W-wha… what happened? How do you know this was my house?” Your heart sank at the sight of spiderman injured, but why did he come to you?

“D-don’t worry about it pretty… can you maybe help me?” He panted slightly, you helped him stood up and guided him to you bed, he sat and leaned on your wall, his body tensing from the pain.

“I’ll get the med kit, just stay with me!” You ran through your closet, desperately searching for the med kit, once you found it you sat next to him and checked his injuries. “I… I need you take of your shirt… is that okay?” You blushed slightly.

He just nodded and you took out his shirt, leaving his mask on. You ran your fingers through his injuries as he flinched slightly from the pain, they looked like burns from friction, though they didn’t seem to need stitches or something more serious. You stared at his shirtless body, he was very muscular, even with all the injuries he looked hot.

You snapped out of your thoughts and shook your head as you started cleaning his wounds, he looked like he was struggling to breathe through the mask, your lips trembled as you opened your mouth. “I think… you need to take off the mask…” you suggested, expecting a deny from his part thinking he won’t reveal his identity to a random person he barely knows.

He sighed and slowly started to take off his mask, your eyes widening at every inch of face he was revealing until he took it off completely and you were met with….

“Ryu?!” You tensed, your lower lip shaking not knowing what to say or do. You expected his secret to be everything but this. “Y-you are-“

You were caught off when he gathered all his force and pulled you closer, making you straddle his lap and crashing his lips with yours in a needy and desperate kiss. You froze in place but quickly composed yourself to kissed him back, your heart hammering your chest and your face reddening at the situation. In that moment all your worries seemed to fade as you let out all your feelings in that kiss.

“Am I hot then?” He smirked, pulling away from the kiss as he panted softly.

You let out a chuckle and playfully slapped his shoulder, causing him to groan in pain. “Idiot… you should’ve told me before”

He chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. “Hey! I’m injured be careful pretty…” he remained silent for about five seconds, just staring at you with a stupid grin. “I’m sorry… I guess I didn’t want to put you in danger and… i was… scared” he mumbled the last part, slightly embarrassed to admit his feelings.

You sighed and ruffled his hair. “Your secret stays with me, i’ll be fine Ryu” you smiled as your heart fluttered from all the feelings you experienced. That kiss felt nice, it was very freeing.

You blushed suddenly, remembering all the things you said to Shidou about spiderman. “Uh… does that mean… you knew all this time about my feelings about you… well, spidey”

His smirk widened as he looked at you with an amusing look. “Are you still down for that or…?”

You widened your eyes and blushed even harder as the realization was starting to sink.

He placed his hands on your waist, going down to your hips and sliding to your rear “So… can I do anything I want with you? Maybe we can-“ he groaned in pain as you hit him again.

“R-ryu!” Your face reddened at his suggestion, the embarrassment from all your dirty confessions was still there but, it didn’t sound that bad since you now realize you really liked Shidou maybe you could try… No! He was still injured and you needed to keep tending his wounds, but definitely will do something when he felt better. “J-just let me take care of your wounds and we’ll see later…” you huffed as you went back to cleaning his wounds.

He chuckled as he caressed your sides. “Fine, fine… I don’t mind a sexy nurse taking care of me now~”

“Shut. Up.” You gritted your teeth as you tried to dismiss your blush, he got to your skin so easy, you tried to stay mad but you couldn’t help but let a small smirk escape from your lips.

Maybe this wasn’t too bad, being with spiderman that at the same time was your long time best friend.

The end!! I had so much fun writing this short fic fr, sorry if there’s some mistakes english is not my first language.

Also I tried to make this very gender neutral so pointing out any mistakes i did, tips, etc are highly appreciated ^^

Im trying to make a lot of shidou fics bc i think they aren’t enough, i mean, i swear every time i say i like shidou i feel like crazy because no one gets it 😭 they don’t understand how much i love this man fr…

Lmao anyway i hope you like it and stay tuned for more fics, feel free to give me some ideas or suggestions!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #spiderman au #bllk x y/n #bllk x reader #blue lock shidou #blue lock x you #ryusei shido x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou #shidou ryuusei x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #shidou ryusei x you #ryusei x reader

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grimmweepers · 8 hours ago

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okay claps hands together

frag post time <3 as i always say with my longer frag posts, there is absolutely no need to read or interact (but you can ofc hehe). i usually just post these to document my thoughts bc i personally go through my frag tag very often.

i’m just sharing the two current fragrances at the top of my wishlist. i’m really going to try add these to my collection as the weather gets cooler 🍃

i want this one because i’ve literally never smelt anything like it. i love my drinks and cocktails and this smells just like that! minus the pungent alcohol scent ofc. i personally really love cucumbers in my cocktails so it reminds me so much of my favourite drinks. some of the best cocktails i’ve ever had was in new york and at an underground jazz bar somewhere in my city. both of which had cucumbers in them so - yeah! i was sold.

here’s what solidified it for me though. so it’s called ‘roses on ice’ right? it actually smells cold. it actually smells like a cool drink. it actually smells like if you were to sniff ice. the cooling effect is just so lmao… cool to me. this scent embodies someone drenched in diamonds or swarovski crystals. “icy” to the fullest sense. it’s a fresh and aquatic scent so i feel like even a non-alcohol consumer would enjoy it because it’s not too boozy. it’s also a masculine rose fragrance which is nifty :] you don’t come by those a lot!

also for diluc lovers, this liquor collection also has a scent called ‘angel’s share’ mwah 💋 i might dive into that one more when i assign fragrances to genshin characters.

OKAY NEXT ONE AND THIS ONE WILL BE A BLIND PURCHASE. i follow a frag poster and i’ve seen her talking about this for months. i think she’s really cool and i love her aesthetics so me being all starry eyed, i have put my complete trust in her taste. i might find a sample to purchase before i do a full purchase bc… erm this is quiet pricey and i’m not made of money unfortunately.

but yeah, i mean the name already sounds interesting to me. divine perversion? GIVE IT TO ME NOW. sprays all of you with it since you are all perverts /aff

i’m a whore for leathery and peppery notes. i saw someone describe it as ‘like a woman who knows her worth just entered the room’. i feel like the sweeter notes will make it smell a little naughty, a little playful. it’s very much unusual and bdsm vibes. i heard that this isn’t the most daring scent from francesca’s bianchi’s creations. it’s more mass pleasing so it’ll be a good first to jump into. not that i can’t handle unusual or strong scents but i’d rather know i’m likely to not regret this blind purchase. it is a ‘well-behaved kink’ if you will.

#i’d love to know what are on your wish lists too if you wanna share im literally always curious and researching #fragrance 💭#cw alcohol #chitchatting ᵔᴗᵔ

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cocogum · 1 day ago

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The Great Wave - Chapter 12 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Oh my god Grougalorasalar was just spitting facts in this entire chapter....

Daddy's right, yugo's fucked.

Sorry people I actually do agree with most of what Grougalorasalar said. That is, most. Not entirely. And I'll explain that later on.

Besides Grougalorasalar's facts, let me just say that I really loved how this chapter really showed us some deaths that occurred during the war since season 4 never showed these before.

(Like what happened to the bodies after the war? Did they get buried or got disintegrated??)

Not only does this show that there were more casualties than expected when the war was happening, but it's also telling us that there will be more chapters depicting death and loss Iike these with no visual restraints.

Now back to Grougalorasalar.

This fine ass man dude listed so many things that the eliatropes have done whether those actions were intentional or not.

Like how he listed the Eliacube, Nox, Qilby, Ogrest, Oropo, and the Eliasphere...

Oh! Speaking of Qilby, what he said about him may be a foreshadowing.

"I'm not even sure he's the wackiest member of your family..."

Doesn't that sound like a major foreshadowing about how Yugo will end up being far worse than Qilby?? 😭😭😭

Like come on, we got that wave coming up soon so Yugo might as well end up copying big brother right? 💀💀

But anyway, during Grougalorasalar's explanation, he actually clears out one problem that people have been trying to figure out:

How could he say all these things while knowing he had assisted Ogrest with the other primordial dragons?

Well we finally know the reason why now.

It surprisingly makes a lot of sense if we think about it.

Ogrest possessed all the primordial Dofus at that time, so it wouldn’t be surprising that he could control six dragons. Their behavior during the ovas, while they were fighting Dally and Yugo, seemed almost primal, despite the fact that we knew they could talk. They surrounded Ogrest as if he was their master, and their eyes were completely devoid of any emotion.

It makes so much more sense now because back when the great wave's first volume dropped, people kept wondering why Grougalorasalar had the nerve to speak to Yugo like that in his dream when he had clearly played a role in one of his mistakes.

And it also made sense why Aguabrial had been acting feral towards Dally and Yugo, especially since he had previously interacted with them in the manga that occurs between season 2 and the OVAs.

....Yeah, that was on Oropo, but I see why he'd blame Yugo too.

But besides me saying how much I believe most of what Grougalorasalar says, it's time I talk about the parts that I don't agree with.

The first is by saying that Armand's death was indirectly caused by Yugo because he brought the Eliasphere into this.

When that wasn't technically true.

When Yugo returned to the Sadida Kingdom, he presented the Eliasphere and specifically warned everyone not to use its power excessively, as doing so could lead to death. Armand was present during this explanation and understood the risks involved. He ultimately made the difficult decision to sacrifice himself for his people by harnessing the magic of the artifact.

It was Armand's own choice to have gone out like that. Yugo had nothing to do with it.

And the second is by saying that all of the artifacts that Grougalorasalar listed don't belong to the eliatropes.

I do agree that the Eliacube and the Eliasphere do not belong to them and should have never been touched in the first place.

But the eliatrope dofus?? Seriously????

Grougalorasalar, come on, are you being for real?

These dofus are literally the spawning eggs for the primordial eliatropes. That's literally their checkpoint savings, so the eggs obviously belong to them!

I think my guy was way into his monologue that he forgot that key detail.

These two do NOT look okay and I'm loving it.

BUT WAIT GUYS WE'RE BACK TO THE REAL WORLD!!!

LOOK AT AMALIA RUNNING TO YUGO OMG SHE'S SUCH A GIRLBOSS SOMEONE PLEASE I WANT THEM ‼️‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Look at how tightly her arms are wrapped around him...🥺🥺🥺 She's crying omg plz no babygirl it's okay your husband's alive and took it well omg- 😣😣

The way she completely loses it when she sees him in pain means the world to me. She would do anything for him 😭😭💗💗 How many times has she gone on the attack when Yugo has been injured??!!!? ❤️❤️❤️❤️ SHE EVEN HAD THAT HABIT BACK IN SEASONS 1-2 😫😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

As soon as Grougalorasalar takes them back, that damn belladone poison is now apparently subsiding and fading away on its own. Usually, the poison just immediately kills the person who swallows it but in Yugo and Adamai's case, it just fades away when their bodies are just being injured by it and nothing more. ✨️ Demigod stuff ✨️

Alright, here is where we finally arrive at the scene that sparked a major discussion in the chapter comments.

And that was regarding the fact that Grougalorasalar was also seen carrying his own primordial dofus.

Many people have criticized that he shouldn't have been wearing the dofus while blaming Yugo for all the casualties that he caused while using the eliatrope dofus.

But I don't really think there needs to be a discussion.

I really love Yugo but Grougalorasalar was completely in the right for wearing them.

He knew that Yugo was the type to strike when something doesn't go his way and when he feels like he's being challenged. So did you really think that Grougalorasalar wasn't going to arm himself in case something went bad during his explanation? Or even when he would admit that he tried poisoning Yugo and his wife?

Like the reason why he was even armed with the dofus to begin with was because he knew there was a good chance Yugo could have attacked him with his own ones.

And it turned out that his hunch was right.

Yugo almost did but got stopped by Adamai (just in time too). So Grougalorasalar's decision was completely justifiable.

But despite that, I'll have to disagree on another one of Grougalorasalar's decisions: demanding to take away the eliatrope dofus AND the Eliasphere.

Like I said before, Yugo and Adamai cannot give him the eliatrope dofus because those are where they rest after death and leave to get reborn. Those literally belong to them. The goddess eliatrope created them with these dofus.

While I agree that he was right to tell Yugo and Adamai that the Eliasphere does not belong to them, it's important to note that the artifact cannot leave their possession, even if they wanted it to. Rotalström, the dragon that Armand defeated, is still technically alive but currently dormant. The Eliasphere is the only artifact capable of keeping it subdued. So, if there ever comes a time when the necromantic dragon awakens, the Eliasphere would be the first artifact used against it.

...So is Julith naked under that cloak or...? Did she get clothes before coming here with Grougalorasalar? Cuz when she woke up, he only gave her a cloak....

(Also I love how he still considers her his guardian after all these centuries that she's been dead. She hasn't been seen talking once until now. Is pookie bear feeling okay? What is she thinking about...)

Well now we know that these three goobers hid the Eliasphere somewhere and didn't kept it where we last saw it in season 4's last episode...Good.

They only have one month before Julith comes back omg this makes me wonder if they're even gonna go along with the deal. If not, then that probably means we'll either have Yugo or Amalia fight Julith. Or maybe they'll fight her together lol

This is unrelated, but I do hope that we get to see Adamai's full dragon form in the second volume or in the future ones. Because if the manga that comes between season 2 and the ovas had him use his full form on some occasions, then they should be able to do the same thing here.

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