#well I just have to make it a few months and spring is gonna kick ur ass

[urhoneycombwitch]

On dad!Steve !! I would love if you could write something about him coming to terms with becoming a dad/pregnancy and labour/just first time dad!Steve in general makes me melt (especially if he's a girl dad 😔)

kay I’ll speak on it bc I have thoughts for SURE

cw: dad!steve, pregnant!R, light emetephobia ment, childbirth desc (no smut but my page is +18 only)

canon-wise, I feel like Steve’s only gotten smarter. obviously he’s still got a goofy himbo side. but he’s getting cleaner with fighting. sharper with his observations. lighter on his feet that’s only come with lots of protective practice.

but the part of him that really cares goes into overdrive after s4, in the canon I’m building in my head 😇 I think he might get a little obsessive about safety for awhile, in the wake of their heroic, underground-world-defeating victory. that kicks into high gear when he finds out you’re pregnant.

(see more of my to-be-named world building here)

for the first few months of your pregnancy he’s never been more grateful to be working in the same building as you. he takes every opportunity to to visit you at your library posting, between teaching his classes (under the pretense of grading papers. Professor Harrington can generally be found at a one-elbow lean on your front desk any time he isn’t in his office.)

he just loves you so much and wants to make sure you’re doing okay. he brings you ginger soda, the fancy brand you like- kept stocked in the staff fridge when your stomach is roiling with nausea, passed with an apologetic kiss to the back of your hand. 

bleeding heart Steve feels so bad he can’t take all the pain away, does his best to alleviate your new and growing discomforts. rubs your shoulders and puffy ankles down with lotion each night. gives up coffee in the mornings (even tho he used to RUN on caffeine) so you can kiss him without aversion 💖. he’s with you for every shaky night-sweat throw up session on the bathroom floor, kneeling to hold you hair back from getting sick in it. warm palm on your lower back in assurance and comfort. 

he calls it at 6 months. begs and cajoles and patiently argues (sweetheart, you’re wakin’ up so early with work. you should really rest, anyways- find a nice horizontal hobby to keep you off your feet. treat it like vacation 🫶) which turn into not so patient arguments (practically in your third trimester, goddammit, you want me to go crazy with worry? gonna have premature greys at this rate. let me keep you safe, angel, please. for my sake.) until finally you agree to take the damn maternity leave early.

and u know Steve’s reading all the books. how to be a good first-time dad. 101 lessons for the new parent. mother’s health and wellness magazines. childbirthing books. by the end of your third trimester, he’s gained enough knowledge to be an honorary midwife. could deliver the baby himself, if the situation really called for it. better to be prepared 🫡

and that spring , you’re both lounging on the couch. there’s a sunny spot under the big window, and you’re warming like cats, you feet propped in Steve’s lap. moon of a stomach peeking out from underneath a stolen one of Steve’s soft tees. his eyes are fixed on his library book on gentle parenting until you take a sharp inhale.

there’s a spasming band just under your navel that you press your hands into, and Steve pauses in rubbing absentminded at your ankle. looks up at you in concern and then at his watch and says “whoa, that’s like, 4 contractions in the last 5 minutes. are these for real or what?”

and you’re like “uhmmmm. don’t b mad but my water kind of broke this afternoon.”

and Steve looks at you with this very poorly concealed bewilderment that’s quickly morphing into shock and so you start talking before he can like “no no it’s chill. it’s cool!! 😎 doesn’t even hurt that bad and I knew you’d be home at 4 anyways….”

and you quiet when Steve rips his glasses off and pinches his nose between two fingers and says in a Very strangled voice “yeah. okay. well it’s 5 PM traffic right now which means rush hour which means we need to go to plan C right off the bat…”

and you watch this man unravel in the most efficient way possible. tugging at the roots of his hair until it stands overly-tall but managing to pack all your bags in the car in under 3 minutes. a record. and he gets to the hospital using all the mapped-out backroads so you’re there in a tight 15.

but as it turns out, a speedy arrival to the L&D ward of Hawkins Memorial wasn’t even necessary, because you spend the next 21 hours in the most intense, soul-crushing pain Steve’s ever seen you go thru in his life and it almost breaks him. for real. 

he’s so soft for you and no amount of reading about other people giving birth could have prepared him for the heartache and helplessness of seeing you ride the wave of a contraction. or go thru the brutal process of getting an epidural, your hands digging into his forearms hard enough to leave bruises as you leaned on him thru it all. 

and Steve did not know he could fall more in love w you but he does, the second you become a parent alongside him, wet and wriggling baby girl placed on your chest. spend two nights in the hospital healing up and fumbling through feedings and giggling over your new tiny daughter. counting her fingers and toes every time you unwrap her. cooing over those big brown eyes that look just like Steve’s.

and with his first baby, Steve is overprotective to the max. only Robin can babysit at first, and that’s only after she’s checked off a rigorous amount of reading material from Steve’s comprehensive required book list. he’s fussy about her routine (truly puts so much of the postnatal stress in himself so you can focus on bonding w/ your babe and resting), is fiercely protective over u and the new baby, like mama bear to the maxxx.

he’s actually GREAT at multitasking and the all consuming constant buzz of listening for certain types of crying and feedings and baby hand-offs thru the night really solidify the fact that he can do this. he’s already a million times better than his own parents at it, a fact of which you constantly remind and encourage him with. 

and I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, best thing to ever happen to Steve Harrington is having a second kid bc it chills him way the hell out. for reasons chalked up simply to It's the way the world works, Steve falls into a natural rhythm w your second kid. finds his stride as they say. he’s just as excited and caretaking and protective during your second pregnancy as with your first, but this time without all of the panic and wire-thin nerves. coasts thru calmly.

perhaps a touch too calm, because when you go into labor with your second kid, it’s the middle of a snowstorm in Hawkins, and since u and Steve went thru such a long hard birth with your eldest, you both take your sweet time getting ready to go. saying goodbye to your 3 year-old while aunt Robin comes to stay. even stopping for a snack on the way to the hospital because last time they didn’t let you eat and you were fucking ravenous the whole time.

but then Steve has to drive so slow and safe bc of the snowy roads and you’re still a good 20 mins out when things progress so rapidly and so unlike the first time around; Steve is so level-headed and  lets you crush all the bones in his right hand while he drives with his left, coaching you through breathing exercises, trying to keep calm but oh shit, you’re making the same sounds you made three years ago when you brought your first baby into the world, all low groans and gritted teeth and Steve’s pleading with you to hold on, just a few more minutes as he coasts into the emergency bay of L&D. doesn’t give a fuck about parking in a tow zone, they can take the damn car, Steve’s already launching himself out of the drivers seat to scoop you up and hike it indoors. 

in the nick of time. 10 minutes and a few pushes later and your second baby is there, all scrunched and tiny, so much smaller than her sister, got the slope of your nose and Steve’s pretty cupids bow. she arrived so fast it feels like a joke, you and Steve cuddling a bit cramped (the way you all like it) in the hospital bed, laughing a little, marveling at the fact that you’re a family of four now, how different it’s all been the second time around. how neither of you realized how much your hearts could expand to engulf your two kids with so much love, it feels like you’re both bursting at the seams 💖

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

What is Broken (Aemond Targaryen x Pregnant Wife!Reader) SNEAK PEEK

The war, the "Dance of the Dragons," as they have come to call it, is over. And yet, you are not celebrating. You have just learned that your husband, Prince Aemond, spent the last months of the war with another woman in his bed. Not only that, but his mistress is pregnant. Just like you...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy and related symptoms, infidelity, maybe smut in the future idk

Author's note: Ok well since Studious came out of me trying to power through my writer's block, hopefully this'll not only be as good, but also work as well for kicking writer's block's ass. Idk how long it's gonna be. It's based on a convo I had with the Aemond AI (made by @foxyanon ) on a day when I just didn't feel like being happy at all. Coming soon (I hope)!

What is Broken Sneak Peek

It was a lovely night in King’s Landing.

There was not a cloud to be seen for miles, and the stars were bright and twinkling. The waters of Blackwater Bay were calm and reflected the full moon as clearly as a freshly polished mirror. Even the wind seemed in a pleasant mood, carrying the sweet scent of spring on its back as it drifted lazily through the windows of the Red Keep.

Every bit of it grated on her heart like a whetstone across dull steel.

The worst night of one’s life should not be so lovely, she thought. It should be terrible. With storms and an angry sea, and perhaps even a raging fire somewhere in the distance.

If the night had been so, she would not have seen it when, only a few moments ago, a massive winged form landed in the fields just outside the city with a lowing wail, the last person she wanted to see strapped to its back. Thankfully, Aemond was far enough away that she could not make him out against the mass of his mount.

The people would cheer him in the streets as he rode toward the castle. The victorious Prince, returning after long months at war, having not only ended the war itself but avenged the deaths of his sister, brother, and his little nieces and nephews.

Daemon Targaryen and his dragon had perished above the God’s Eye, the waters below boiling when their bodies fell into its depths.

With the Rogue Prince gone, the war was swiftly over. Rhaenyra was killed, her last remaining son taken as King Aegon’s ward, and the royal host returned to King’s Landing victorious. Even Cregan Stark had agreed to halt his advance South, redirecting to Harrenhal for peace talks.

Harrenhal. A cursed place, now to be the site of great diplomacy.

Even thinking about the horrible castle was enough to turn her stomach.

A letter detailing exactly what had occurred within those melted stone halls during the war, written by the late Prince Daemon himself, sat on her vanity. A final act of retribution against his soon-to-be killer.

She knew that her husband was only returning home because of the letter.

My dear Princess,

Despite the conflict between our sides of the family, I have always thought you a rather sweet girl. Therefore, it is with the deepest regret that I must now shoulder the burden of informing you of your beloved husband’s improper conduct during this awful conflict…

A pang of nausea shot through her stomach as she remembered the words.

A mistress… some Strong bastard… called Alys, my spies tell me… every night, without fail… from the very first week… another bastard babe in the whore’s witchly womb…

There was a pounding from within her, soft thumps and kicks as the life inside her own womb became unsettled by its mother’s roiling emotions. She laid a hand over her belly, whispering soothing words she did not believe to try and calm it – and herself.

Once, she would never have believed Daemon’s stories. But then word came that, after the final battle, Aemond returned to Harrenhal for less than an hour before he again mounted Vhagar and flew for King’s Landing. It was not like Aemond to make such swift decisions. Nor did it strike her as the action of an innocent man.

When she called for Ser Willis Fell, her heart had been filled with hope that the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard would dispel her worries. That she had only allowed herself to consider the possibility of Aemond’s infidelity because her mind was addled by her delicate condition.

“My princess, I cannot, in good conscience, tell you a lie…”

She had screamed then. And cried. And possibly thrown things at the Kingsguard, but she couldn’t entirely remember.

All she could remember was how Aemond kissed her on the day he left for Harrenhal. Deeply and passionately. Until she could feel his love for her as clearly as her own heartbeat. Then he knelt before her and placed a single, tender kiss to her belly, to where they had only just learned that their babe grew.

Less than a moon’s turn later, he had taken another woman to his bed, and seeded her, too.

[didhewinkback]

something old teeny tiny blurb bc dogs

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December 2022

Thank god it’s Friday, you think, trying to balance your bag, the massive amount of takeout you're holding and your keys as you slide them into the lock to finally get home after a loooong week. Does it make you officially old that those cliches now ring true more than ever? Gross.

You’re in the process of trying to place all your shit down in a semi organized manner when you feel your phone buzz, a smile growing on your face the moment you see the name on the screen as you slide your thumb across to answer. 

“Hey,” you say, adjusting the phone on your shoulder as you kick your shoes off and slide your jacket off your shoulders. 

“Sorry my meeting ran long, love. Was hoping to pick you up from work.” He says, as the sounds of the city blare behind him on whatever street he was walking down. “Wanted to be a proper gentleman.”

“First time for everything,” you deadpanned.

“Heeey.” He says with a laugh. “Did you get dinner or do you need me to pick it up?” 

“I got it,” you say, quickly speaking when you hear his intake of breath. “If you dare ask me if I remembered to order you spring rolls I swear -“ 

“She knows me too well.” he says with a laugh. 

“That she does.” you say, grabbing the takeaway and bringing it into the kitchen, flicking the lights on as you pass. “You heading back now?” 

“Yeah should be home in about - oh helllo there” his voice taking on an exaggerated playful tilt. You’re momentarily confused until you hear a soft bark. Ah.  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

“Sorry about her - she’s a real people pleaser” you hear a voice say a bit breathlessly in the background as Harry laughs.

“It’s quite alright,” he says back, and you hear some slight shuffling on his end. “Is it okay if I pet her? What’s her name?”

You lean against the counter, listening on as he makes small conversation while cooing at the dog, Delilah, for a few minutes before there’s the sound of shuffling again as he says his goodbyes. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” he says back to you. “Think I want one.”

“Not sure a puppy would be the best companion on a world tour.”

“Thank you, genius, that much I know.” he says as you snort a laugh. “But I’ve been thinking a lot about like…after.”

“Have you?” you ask, your heart skipping a beat, thinking back to the conversation you had back in June, about what he wanted, what you wanted, what you both agreed was worth waiting for. You shift your weight, butterflies flying in your stomach. “And?”

“Just…it’s going to be different, y’ know? Not going to be doing a few months in LA, then a few months in Japan then back to London for a kip. And I don’t want to. Planning on settling in one spot for as long as I can.”

“Something drawing you back to London, then?”

“Something like that,” he muses and you feel your cheeks warm, biting down on a smile. “And I think it’d be quite nice to have a pup that’s ours keeping her company when I would have to eventually go back.”

“I could get on board with that,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart is racing, his words making you want to melt into a puddle right there on the kitchen floor.

“Yeah?” he says softly.

“Yeah.” you say back and the two of you sit in silence for a moment, just listening to the sounds of each other breathing. “How far away are you?”

“About 10 minutes out.”

“Alright, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick -”

“I’ll be home in 2.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you laugh, knowing he’s kidding but you can hear the way his breathing changes, the way he’s definitely picked up the pace. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you. I’ll be home soon, baby. Keep the shower warm.”

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a/n: i have a few requests coming and the big one but saw these pics and couldnt resist

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Schniders in Stars Hollow Lenny arranging bouquets from flowers in his garden for his loved ones.

They eventually retire to Stars Hollow fully. Midge refuses to sell the brownstone in the city, but it's mostly for the kids and grandkids to use now.

This, of course, means that Lenny gets to tend to his garden all year round. Plants beets in the fall, and in the spring, by May, most everything is in bloom.

Probably a little too much this year, so Lenny clips and prunes and soon, the kitchen table is covered in Dahlia and tulips. Coneflower, lilies and marigolds, petunias and alium.

The roses won't pop for another month or so (in time for Midge's birthda), but there are plenty of beautiful flowers that aren't as well known to go around.

He settles a bunch into one of Midge's vases with some water and carries it into her office, settling it on the little coffee table in front of the couch she's sitting on as she takes a phone call. She beams up at him and tugs him down for a light peck, pulling away quickly. "Susie, I was not making out with Lenny."

"She was a little," he says into the phone.

"Stop trying to get me in trouble!"

He chuckles as he heads back to the kitchen. "Gonna drop off more flowers."

And he does.

*****

The Dragonfly is busy this weekend, and Lorelai grins at him from behind the front desk after handing a couple from Milwaukee the key to their room.

"Hi, Stranger, Midge kick you out?" She teases.

"Not yet," Lenny chuckles. "I wonder when she'll get around to it. No, I come with a gift." He holds out a bunch of flowers, held together with a little hemp rope.

"Oh, wow," Lorelai marvels as she takes them. "These are amazing. Let me grab a vase out of storage, these are going right here at the desk."

He chuckles as she hops off and comes right back with the promised vase, a little water in the bottom. "Rory home? She can have one, too."

"No, Rory is still in New York," she tells him. "She'll be home next weekend."

"There are always more flowers," Lenny promises. "See you later, kid."

"Bye, Lenny, thank you!"

He waves her off and heads out.

*****

He finds Liz at thr diner and hands her a batch, and she gasps, hugging them.

"I swear you're a whiz in that garden, Lenny. I don't know how you do it. I wind up killing all my flowers."

"Patience," he says. "Attention. It's like raising kids, but instead of being mouthy, flowers just wilt if they're pissy."

Liz laughs at that. "Don't get me started. Dula is four going on twenty-four, I swear."

"She's a little firecracker," Lenny agrees. "Speaking of mouthy, how is Jess?"

"Good, I think," Liz smiles. "He's been busy on that book tour, though. He's supposed to be back in another week or so."

"Yeah, he texted Midge before he left, but we haven't heard from him since," Lenny nods.

"He's fine," Luke tells them, bringing over a coffee cup and filling it for Lenny. "I annoyed him into calling me yesterday. He's in Raleigh. He'll be here next weekend after the tour wraps."

"My baby's coming home!" Liz crows. "I should cook him something special."

"You should not," Lenny tells her.

"Hey!"

He sips his coffee. "Buy him a nice sweater. For the love of God, do not cook."

"What he said," Luke agrees. "Don't I get flowers?"

"You don't own a vase," Lenny reminds him. "Until you buy one, you don't get flowers."

*****

Babbette and Mory get a bunch. Miss Patty, too, against his better judgement. Taylor gets a few. Kirk is allergic to everything so he gets none. He drops a batch off with Jackson for him and Sookie.

He's tired when he gets home. Winded in the way that comes with old age. He blows out a breath and wanders around, finding Midge in the kitchen.

"How'd it go?" She asks.

"Fine. Rory and Jess will both be home next weekend," he informs her.

"I'll have to do up a nice dinner for them," Midgr grins.

"I know that grin, Mrs. Bruce."

Midge smirks. "Do you, Mr. Weissman?"

"Oh yes," Lenny nods. "That is a look much like your mother used to give when she thought she was being terribly clever about her matchmaking."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Lenny chuckles. "Of course you don't."

[aspiring-holistic-otaku]

Season 3 Ramble#9 - Way of the Sword ver.2

Greetings and welcome to another episode of MM..MANGA, the podcast about getting more people into more manga.

As usual I assume everyone listening in are smart folks who could tell from the title, but i’m gonna go ahead and say it. This month’s ramble is all about swords... Actually it kinda does make sense to actually say it because last time I did this in Way of the sword ver.1 (which I urge you to go listen to if you haven’t), I only focused on samurai manga, but this time i’ve put my bias for the sheer awesomeness of samurai, bushido and all that aside and broadened my scope to swords in general. 

This ramble is gonna have the typical format, top 5 sword manga read this month then top 5 older sword manga reads, both in ascending order, but I’ll only be going into detail about this month’s reads as i would have gone into detail about older reads in ver.1. After the main ramble is over I'll have a little post ramble ramble, where i rank my top 5 swordsmen and because i was watching some martial arts/sword/samurai movies along with my reads I'll give a top 5 of those as well.

Before I get into it I want to start with a quote from Miyamoto Musashi, I read his book 5 rings as well this month and it was a pretty solid read imo, especially if you can see the broad things specifically and specific things broadly…

“A thousand days of training to develop, ten thousand days of training to polish. You must examine all this well.” - Miyamoto Musashi

TOP 5 SWORD READS THIS MONTH

#5) Reiri (Story by Hitoshi Iwaaki and art by Daisuke Muroi, ran from 2015-2018, complete w 35 chapters)

Getting this out the way, Reiri is a samurai manga. I know I said I broadened my scope but I didn’t say I’d exclude anything. Samurai manga just tend to be the cream of the crop, what can I say?

In any case, The story here follows a young girl named Reiri, a peasant girl who lives in peace with her family, until one day in the aftermath of war, soldiers ruthlessly murder and behead her mother, brother and father. Lucky for her, a general from the opposing forces saves her and so she grows up and grows stronger serving him, but has always eagerly sought death so she could be together with her now lost family.

Short and sweet read. solid art. and though the cast wasn’t as expansive or dynamic as I’d usually like, there was a tendency towards depth even in the shorter interactions. I think the creators had a message or discussion around a topic they wanted to get across/have, and they did a pretty good job, especially with so few chapters. You could probably tell from the summary but the main subject was death, or more specifically in my mind, the question of, what kind of life should one lead to have a satisfying death?

That’s pretty common in samurai manga and samurai media in general, but there were two major differences from the usual that made this read more interesting and added a bit more nuance than usual. One was the fact that the main character was a woman, which I honestly always dig.. love a woman that can kick my ass.mp4... but seriously, if you know anything about samurai society there’s no way she could be considered a samurai and die in battle like she hoped. The second point kinda springs from the first in that because she was a woman, even though she was pretty strong, the people around her tended to try and discourage her from her pursuit of an honourable death. Which when said out loud sounds like the obvious normal reaction, but again, this is samurai society. If she were a man, everyone would either be pushing her towards death in battle or asking her why she hasn’t already killed herself out of shame for being unable to protect her family. I think these two things really added to what could have been just another samurai manga.

In any case this is just #5 on the list, short as hell and not THAT much packed in so not much more to say, maybe a bit too much yapping there but definitely recommend.

#4) Ragna Crimson (Story&Art by Daiki Kobayashi, 2017-present, ongoing w 77 chapters)

This right here is some major meathead shit. Which usually wouldn’t do anything for me but 1) swords and 2) the levels of rawness, aura and whatever else the kids are saying nowadays just tipped the scales. It’s almost too crazy I'm telling you.

Anywho, the story here takes place in a world constantly under threat from dragons, and we follow the main character Ragna, a pretty shitty dragon hunter, that follows around and takes care of one of the strongest dragon hunters around. One day a larger than normal dragon horde threatens everything he loves when suddenly he has a flashback, to the future... His future self explains that this dragon attack changed his life and destroyed everything he held dear, leading him to be the strongest dragon hunter ever. Sadly even that wasn’t enough to kill every last dragon, so now he’s sending all his power back to present day Ragna so he can grow even more and hopefully protect the ones he loves, and maybe more importantly, kill every last dragon.

First off, I usually I have a bit of distaste for reborn or future knowledge stories cause the mcs tend to just,, know everything,, nothing’s a challenge, and in my mind, every arc, subplot and etc is a completely uneven playing ground where they have almost every upperhand and everyone else is either in complete awe or fear… but i digress… That wasn’t the case here, they handled it pretty simply and pretty well in that the mc didn’t really get all the memories, it’s all a bit fuzzy, so he has all this power but pretty much zero know how.

In any case the art is fairly solid, gotta say the big impact moments were very big and impactful, really well done. The story so far was kinda just okay and really heavily carried by all the raw fighting content, which I guess is to be expected in a battle manga, but the story aspect has been picking up and I can see that side of things getting much more enjoyable.

Great cast and character interactions, which may sound a bit weird given what I just said about the story but I really really enjoyed watching them and their antics, and that goes for pretty much the entire cast. I actually think that’s what really did it for me and got it on this list. Typically, in world threatening or apocalypse scenario stories, the cast and mood tend to be kinda serious, moody, edgy and whatnot,, which makes sense and isn’t a fault more so than it is me having had enough of that, but here the cast was pretty goofy and they pretty much all had some quirk or the other that made them distinct if not stand out. Small spoiler for the sake of a nice example, but the mc has horrible social anxiety that often makes him throw up in a crowd, so you can see how that would make trying to be a world saving hero difficult. I think any story, especially battle manga where it’s pretty much expected, can have a good fight, and those fights can even have really deep meanings, but no manga can be all fights all the time, not even battle manga. And so the in betweens, transitionary phases, etc are really important. It’s easier to get away with in anime with an sakuga and so forth, but in my opinion, if it’s not there in manga, the whole thing's just gonna feel like a slideshow.

In any case, for the more elitist, nitpicker listeners, it's labeled dark fantasy but it's definitely a mickey mouse series,,, but in a jetix kinda way if that makes sense… I said that in a discord and they said that basically means it’s an early 2000s fest and I agree.. All that being said I still recommend it, really great if you like to turn your brain off, solid enough if that’s not for you and for the anime watchers, there is an anime with 24 episodes, can’t speak on the quality as i have not and do not plan to watch but just putting that out there.

#3) Samurai Executioner (Story by Kazuo Koike and Story by Goseki Kojima, 1970-1976, complete w 54 chapters)

Firstly, this story art duo is responsible for creating my #1 samurai read from way of the sword ver.1, lone wolf and cub,(again i urge you to check that out, the ramble or even just that one manga specifically), so it’s great to see greatness from them again, + i’ve been told and seen from related manga sections that there’s a bunch more where that came from so i’m looking forward to reading more stuff from them in future.

The anilist description of the series is pretty hard so i’m gonna run with that here;

In a prison world, there are few good stories, and this is the world of Kubikiri Asa, the beheader and master samurai under the Shogun. It's a world full of vengeance, greed, and violence. A world of depravity and sin. One man can set things straight if he can keep his wits. This is a story of extreme proportions, of sword study thick in tradition and with grim purpose, of blood rivers, agonizing screams, bondage, torture, and the evil prevalent in human failure. Drafted by the confirmed masters of the international medium of manga, Samurai Executioner is a shocking combination of darkness and fire, fine lines, and a fine man in the face of human decline.

Very episodic, much like lone wolf and cub was at first, and though it had some overarching continuity, it didn’t really have the same culminating payoff. Still great though as each chapter was very poignant, and as a story that very much focused on death, almost every chapter ending being the end of a life, it's very fitting.

Great art if you’re into the old school feel, which I like in general but also goes fabulously with stories set in older time periods. Solid cast, though as I said it’s pretty episodic and outside the main character almost everyone was a passing face, but again those passing faces, especially the ones meant to be executed, had a lot to say. Even the few chapters sprinkled throughout that didn’t have executions and were just conversations tended to be very contemplative. In the same way lone wolf and cub was a great dialogue around the meaning of being a samurai, this was a brilliant dialogue around the meaning of life and death. The main character’s words to live by were literally “All things are impermanent. This is the law of life and extinction. When both life and extinction perish, nirvana will be bliss.”

Brilliant short read. something to savour. highly recommend.

#2) The legend of the northern blade (Story and Art by Hue Min, Original story by U Gak, 2019-present, ongoing w 192 chapters)

I won’t call this meathead. It’s meathead adjacent,, so we’ll call it action packed,, but meatheads would definitely enjoy this. 

The story here is that for pretty much a hundred years and through 4 generations, the northern heavenly sect has protected the country from the evil silent night. Sadly, because of envy for their growing strength, the 4th generation leader is betrayed by those he swore to protect, and in the end is forced to disband his sect and kill himself to protect his son. Years later, his son, our mc, is kept under surveillance by his enemies and is forced to lead a miserable life almost completely alone in the ruins of his former glorious sect. One day a surprise attack by members of the silent night gives him a chance to escape and so he begins a long journey of training in order to master his fighting techniques, and eventually take revenge on those who betrayed him.

Great cast. great story. great art. Great pacing, which sadly, is something I feel like I haven’t said in a while., Admittedly the start is a bit slow but after the first 10 or so chapters are out of the way, which are kind of like a prelude, it picks up and pretty much keeps on picking up. They introduce the cast really well on both the protagonist and antagonist side, nothing really feels predetermined or too obvious like oh this dude is definitely gonna join or be against, it’s just kind of circumstantial and felt very natural. Very solid for a revenge story, i think i’ve said it before but imo manhwa seem to be very revenge focused for some reason and the mcs tend to have a habit of getting lost in the sauce of it all, but our mc, Jin Mu Won, is a goat that keeps his cool. My dude is frosty. My dude is ice cold. Bro is literally too cool for school.. but I digress… Last but definitely not least is the action. The art is pretty solid throughout but when it comes to the action? They’re on some anime sakuga type shit, very strong choreography that only gets better and better, definitely has its fair share of mob cuts but even those go pretty hard, and the big boss fights are 5 star chef’s kiss. The only downside, is that if you know anything about manhwa, korean webtoons and the like, they tend to go with this one page scroll like type layout so most places you read it outside of the official source slice up a lot of otherwise beautiful panels with separating black lines. It’s sad but it still manages to remain solid in that aspect despite being put through the blender. Definitely the most hype thing I read this month, obviously also very solid coming in at number two, and it was a pretty close call tbh but yh, definitely highly recommend. Especially as it seems to be entering the final arc so it’s a really really great time to jump in.

#1) Azumi (Story & Art by Yuu Koyama,1994-2008, complete w 350 chapters)

Now this isn’t really samurai, though it does take place in that period,, and has a lot of samurai… but the main character isn’t a samurai, she’s an assassin, so we’ll say it’s historical. And it definitely is as a lot of real life key Japanese historical figures are littered throughout the story.

In any case, the story here starts with 10 orphans raised and trained in seclusion from a very early age to be assassins. Not just any assassins, but assassins meant to put an end to all wars in japan. The most gifted among them being Azumi, who as you can probably tell by the title, is our mc and who we follow throughout the story. 

This story has a very epic feel, not in the adventure time adjective kind of way but in the more iliad type beat extended story kind of way, much like I described lone wolf and cub to be last time… and as you can probably tell by the 300+ chapter count. The chapters are very well used though, as I said the story starts out with them as kids but it follows Azumi into adulthood. The pacing and passing of time feels very natural, like it doesn’t even feel like there were any time skip so much as literally just watching her grow. The cast naturally changes with the times and although not a lot of them stick around physically, as the main character and her world views changes with the people she meets, many characters stick around in Azumi’s psyche and reemerge in her mental state. The art is great, has that old school vibe in an old school context that I love and the action and choreo were great too. Had a real kill bill siren feel cause Azumi was a manslayer fr.

Feel like I haven’t done it justice, I don't think I can either... I realize I often feel that way with my number 1s and that’s probably because the truly meaningful transcends mere words, but it’s my number 1 pick for this month and it’s there for a reason is all i can say.

hm: isekai samurai, return of the blossoming blade

TOP 5 OLDER READS

#5) Shigurui aka death frenzy (used to be #2 here)

#4) Ichigeki aka one hit kill (was #2 in new reads of ver.1 and #2 overall that year)

#3) Vagabond (unchanged)

#2) Lone wolf and cub (was #1 in new reads of ver.1)

#1) Blade of the immortal (unchanged)

that's it for the ramble, you can check out beer. 1 below and if you're not gonna listen in for the post ramble ramble then take care until next time.

[jamietarttownsmyheart]

please i need colinjamie headcanons or prompts i’ve been deprived of them for too long

i am. so so sorry for how late this is. and how uncoordinated the rest of this will probably end up being, but, just, ima unleash random colinjamie thoughts on u and hope it makes sense lol and that you enjoy them, but since idk how long it'll end up ima put everything under the cut

random hcs

colinjamie have definitely watched the owl house at some point. maybe this is fresh in my head since the final episode just came out a few days ago, but i definitely see colinjamie watching the owl house together. two options:

maybe colin was chilling with his niece (i want colin to have a niece or a nephew so bad, he gives uncle vibes and also i want jamie to interact with the kid at some point too) and she was watching it and he got invested. and then jamie got invested via colin. OR. henry was visiting the stadium on spring break and mentioned the owl house to jamie, who was curious, watched and episode, and then got invested. flash forward to colinjamie fwb era and colin dropping by one day and finding jamie losing his shit over the episode hollow mind. jamie needs to lose his shit with someone and colin is the poor soul who came over for a hook up but ended up having to watch two seasons of a disney cartoon.

that being said, i also think that jamie, if he ever watched avatar the last airbender as a kid, only ever watched until mid season 2. life got more complicated and he was more concerned with playing well than "lazy" things like cartoons. he never got to zuko standing up to his dad. he'll get there someday, it's gonna be great

colinjamie have a unique sense of style that they somehow make work, it drives so many people mad

colin had a crush on lightning mcqueen when he was a kid. (11 years old? idk how old colin is, so im putting him at 28 in s3, making him 11 when cars came out) he thinks about this childhood crush and figures its pretty telling that he's got a speedy car and a cocky but talented boyfriend

jamie is dyslexic, and when he realized audiobooks existed, he was thrilled. still, his favorite way to experience books is to have colin read them out to him.

that being said, his favorite way to enjoy drake is to have colin rapping along

colin takes jamie along to theater performances, musicals, and the ballet.

jamie found the "whose the worm now" moment so hot. he can't let colin find out

random prompt

prompt #1

so this might be because i just re read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones and the six, and carrie soto is back, as well as binging all of the daisy jones and the six show, and have been listening to taylor swift all month, but i am craving something specific?

like, i am so here for an au with actor or pop star jamie (have y'all heard phil dunster's voice?) and richmond player colin hughes. its giving posh spice and david beckham.

just the different flavors of it all. if we have it in modern times, as in, the time ted lasso is set in the show, we can do so much. (we can also have a colin who is not actually a fan of his bf's music. it's not that he hates it, it's just not his style. jamie knows this, and writes songs about colin anyways. colin loves listening to these songs regardless of them not being his style.)

then of course there is the other option--i am so bad at timelines and math, so dont come for me when this is all wrong, but i, on my 7 husband of eh kick, was like omg?? give me hollywood star jamie tartt and football player colin hughes who are "roommates."

prompt #2

im a sucker for vampires and vampire hunters. i think it can go either way for them in terms of whose the vampire and whose the vampire hunters.

prompt #3

a canon divergence au where colinjamie were dating s1. jamie and keeley were dating prior to his loan to richmond and stayed friends after their breakup. he really did love her, but still hadn't learned to be accountable yet. keeley still comes around to the club bc she's jamie's best friend and wants to test the playing field with roy.

[nonuggetshere]

GIVE KNIGHTS AND FLOWER STUFF PLS

SORRY IT'S DAY LATER, I WAS TIRED AND COULDNT GET MY BRAIN TO THINK BUT HERE'S THE STUFF

This is gonna be LONG so buckle up

I am putting this under read more, this got unreasonably long LMAO

The entire incident was of course shocking and a heavy blow to them. They always tried to treat Flower right and developed actual affection for them, but the realisation that they contributed to something so awful shakes them up. Isma damn near tears up but tries to stay strong. All of them aren't the same afterwards. They're still loyal to Hallownest and somewhat to the crown, but they all feel betrayed and disgusted with themselves.

At first, they avoid them just like their parents. They can't even look at them without feeling a crushing amount of guilt. But after a few months, sometime after the Radiance fiasco and they don't have to run around like headless chickens to try and deal with the infection, they finally decide that they should put an effort into making them feel welcome.

For small context, there's a three day winter holiday that marks the end of winter/year and the beginning of spring/new year, and one of the days involves a winter ball. Flower was put on guard duty during it (which I actually wrote an entire minific about if you're interested (and I can find it)), and the knights in short thought "wow that's deppressing", realised they weren't any better in their treatment of them and decided to make an effort to not be.

And now I am going to drop an old minific on you that I spontaneously wrote in my friend's dms

This is not beta read or anything proper on the account of being written in discord dms, just fyi

Sometime after the winter celebrations, the knights finally decide to bite the bullet and start inviting Flower over to spend time with them

Flower was lingering in the palace when they stumbled onto Dryya and Isma heading somewhere, and to their surprise, Dryya called out to them.

"Knight!"

They paused, looking back at her.

She smiled. "Care to join us?" She held up her blade. "Some friendly sparing with the rest of the knights."

Flower looked around to see if she wasn't talking to somebody else then looked back at her and pointed at themself. She chuckled.

"Who else would I be talking to?"

Isma also smiled. "Well, if you want to join us, we'll be at the training grounds. You don't have to, of course, but it'd be a pleasure to have you there."

They turned and walked off, chatting about whatever it was they were chatting previously.

It would be...what?

...Well, they had nothing better to do, they could as well.

They headed back to their room and put on their armour, took their sword and headed for the training grounds.

The knights looked...glad to see them? That was a first...

"Hey, glad you could make it!" Hegemol got up with that usual bright smile of his and came up to them, patting them on the shoulder. "You're just in time, we were just getting started."

Dryya stopped stretching and picked up her sword and mask, smiling at them. "Would you like to go first? I'm dying to see the skills that allowed you to kick the Radiance's ass."

Flower almost wanted to correct her, but found their hands unable to move. They were acting friendly, sure, but...they still felt awkward and tense, and acting methodical and hollow felt familiar and safe. So they instead silently stepped into the ring with Dryya and readied their sword.

This...felt familiar. It felt good. Being in this arena, fighting like they used to, hearing the other knights' distant chatter and comments, even laughter - it almost felt like nothing ever happened, like they were back to how it used to be, in the comfortable yet painful façade they've crafted for years, before any of these people knew the truth. It was a bittersweet feeling. They tried to focus on the training itself.

They found it enjoyable, after all. Even if they hadn't chose to take up their blade on their own accord, they still found enjoyment in the art.

Yet the moment they left that ring, they felt like an intruder all over again. They sat to the side, some ways away from the other knights, just watching them train and make small talk. Watching from afar as they chatted and laughed. It...didn't felt right to sit by them. They shouldn't have the privilege to be included in the kights' daily routine or their friendly banter.

They instead silently watched Dryya and Isma spare against one another.

"So," Isma panted. "What do you think?"

"Excellent as always, Isma!"

"Oh, don't flatter me Ogrim and give me some actual criticism!" She laughed.

"-What do you think, knight?"

Flower snapped back to reality from their thoughts and looked up at them, to see all five of the knights were looking back at them. Were...they talking to them? Why weren't they calling them vessel?

Hegemol gave them a reassuring smile. "Do you have anything to add?"

They paused for a moment, looking away then slowly shaking their head.

"Ah, well, that's fine. I'm not a talkative person either."

But it wasn't just that, it wasn't just their shyness or reserved nature. They were much more comfortable in combat, but became that much more tense when sitting among them.

The training session finally came to an end, and Flower bowed to the five and, without making another gesture or waiting for their goodbyes, they walked off. After all, they weren't used to getting goodbyes, so when they heard the five say 'bye' to them they got almost startled. They glanced back, gave them a polite nod, and left.

What followed was an awkward silence, finally broken by Dryya's sight.

"Alright, did anybody else see it too or was it just me?"

They all nodded slowly.

"I hope they weren't uncomfortable..." Isma muttered.

"If they were, I don't think they would have came in the first place." Ogrim patted her shoulder in an attempt to console her.

"Unless they took our invitation as an order." Dryya crossed her arms.

"...I...hope not..."

The usually chatty and light-hearted atmosphere past their regular sparring sessions was now instead replaced by a heavy silence hanging over all of them.

Hegemol finally sighed and sat back with his arms crossed.

"Well...the king got his weapon..."

Meanwhile when Flower bumps into Hornet they're just going to have this thousand yard stare

"Hornet the weirdest thing just happened to me"

Isma hunts them down later that same day and invites them to another sparing session, but reassures them they don't have to come if they don't want to, says they wouldn't want them to showup if it made them uncomfortable

But Flower does anyway, because it feels familiar - at least in a small part, and familiarity and comfort is all they want right now. Even if it comes with awkwardness and some discomfort.

So every so often, they start to show up to spare with the knights, and all the while they don't talk to them, they remain stoic and still. Still that proper "hollow" knight they used to be, even if it's a lie, even if everybody present knows it's a lie. It's still a comfortable lie, it feels familiar and safe, however othering and hurtful.

Knights try their best to make Flower feel welcomed and wanted, but it feels like every time they try to include them in conversations they only retreat even further into themself

They don't leave their "proper" pose, it almost feels like they're trying to be hollow even now

They finally see some of their personality shine through, just once. When Hornet shows up.

They stood perfectly straight with their hands neatly crossed behind their back. As always they didn't participate in any of the conversations, didn't even sit or stand close to the other knights, just watched as the five chatted and waited for them to choose whose turn it was.

Then, just as they turned to the knight, they heard a pair of footsteps approaching - fast.

Flower jumped back, just in time as a familiar red blur zoomed past.

Hornet slid into a halt and the two siblings looked at each other, before she lunged at them and swung at their feet, trying her hardest to trip them up.

They jumped and dodged every swing, moving back as they did so, in an almost scarily ease. They eventually placed their own well aimed kick and took the princess off her feet. She landed on the sandy ground with an audible 'oof' and stared up at them.

"Bitch."

They squatted in front of her and flicked her in the nose.

"Stop embarrassing me and let me hit you."

They finally moved their hands up and signed. "Stop embarrassing yourself and get better aim."

"I will strangle you in your sleep."

They got up. "Good luck with that, twerp."

She jumped to her feet and got in their face, or the best that she could. "Who're calling twerp, tall freak?!"

"You."

"Uhm..." The two finally turned to look at Dryya and her fellow knights, who were looking at them. "Sorry to disturb you, your highness, but what's the meaning of...this?"

Hornet huffed. "I've been trying to sneak up on them and take them down for forever but it isn't working. It's like the asshole has a sixth sense for my attacks or something."

"No offence, princess," Hegemol rubbed the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly. "But have you considered that you're a bit...loud?

Flower tensed up and their shoulders shook, though they tried to supress it. Hornet spun around and hit her needle against their chest plate.

"Do not laugh at me!"

It only seemed to make it worse though, as they tensed up even more and made an audible 'hhhh' sound.

This is the most animated they've ever seen them, and the first time they've seen them sign

The knights of course start inviting them to hang out outside of spars too, figuring they might feel better when they're not in a setting that reminded them of their training. It doesn't work.

One of the things they invite them to are their hot spring baths in the pleasure house, which is actually inspired by voidsiblings' fanfic Thorns of Steel (this is a promo, go read it it's good)

They were going back to their room after a long day when they get stopped by Isma

"Hello, knight." Isma smiled. "Are you busy by any chance?"

They pause and eventually shake their head slowly.

"Would you like to come to the pleasure house with us? We've booked a hot spring for private use, and you look like you could use some relaxation."

They freeze.

...Hot spring? With the knights? They wanted them there?

"You don't have to come, of course, but we'd love to have you there! Just- come meet me at the palace entrance in an hour if you decide to come."

And with that, she left.

Flower didn't want to disappoint their teachers, and...it did sound nice. So in an hour they made their way down the steps of the palace and saw Isma and Hegemol waiting there for them. They were chatting when they spotted them and both smiled.

"Glad you could make it after all." Hegemol chuckled.

"You're just in time too, come on."

They make their way to the pleasure house, and Flower almost wants to split and go listen to the beautiful music instead, but follows their teachers up to the springs. They all get warm welcomes, and thanks to the round style of the room they're kind of forced to sit among them.

So they just silently sit on the edge of the spring, with only their legs submerged and listen to the knights chatting and laughing amongst themselves.

Ogrim at some point slaps their knee, which almost startles them and they look down at him.

"Knight, you can take off your mask! We're all friends here, are we not?"

Flower tenses up and awkwardly looks away, hugging themself.

Isma tries to give them a reassuring smile. "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Yes, of course! It was just a suggestion."

This...this felt bizarre. It felt alien. None of this was right.

They felt like an intruder, like they didn't belong there. They were just an outsider looking in on five life long friends having a great time together, and they... They were just a stranger. They...they were invited there just out of pity, weren't they?

They didn't belong there, they shouldn't be here. They didn't deserve this. They were a traitor, a broken vase, a deceiver and they didn't deserve this pity. They didn't deserve to be treated like one of them. They shouldn't be here.

"Le'mer?"

Ze'mer's soft tone finally snapped them out of their thoughts, and they found all five of the great knights looking at them.

"Are you alright?" Hegemol tried to reach for their shoulder in an attempt to comfort them, but overwhelmed with emotions and thoughts and the deep, alienating sense of not belonging in that space, Flower jolted away.

Quickly they jumped back and ran out of the room, grabbing their shoes on the way out. They just had to get out of there.

That, and the sudden anxiety spike of realising people are looking at them.

This guy's a mess <3

They go outside to take a quick breather, put on their shoes and go back to the palace

Isma goes to look for them but they're already gone

Or maybe she even catches them outside, tries to reach for their shoulder but they flinch away

And then they leave

Despite this, they still show up to their next sparring session, and pretend that nothing happened

They start pulling away at this point because they think they pushed too much and don't want to force Flower into doing anything they don't want to. But Flower does enjoy spending time with them, even though their anxiety kicks them in the butt every time, so they keep going to their sparring sessions.

It takes a long time, but they eventually very slowly relax around them. Hornet was a huge help with this, as she started to come with occasionally as moral support (emotional support sister), and she does not let Flower act hollow under any circumstances. Macebug also turns out to be big help in that, because they're basically a very smart pet and they love Flower and they frequently go to them for pets and lay on their lap, and being able to pet them and play with them helps them relax quite a bit.

Eventually they start sitting closer to them, start being more animated, start giving criticism when asked for it, even start joining in on conversations.

They eventually start coming to springs with them again, ant actually join them in the water, and even start taking off their mask. The first time they heard them laugh and the first time they saw them smile the knights were just ECSTATIC.

One time Flower fell asleep in the water and immediately smacked their face against it which woke them up. The knight tried so hard not to laugh, and promptly got splashed with water by them.

At this point their relationship with Lummis and Petunia is still a secret and even though the knights don't know what's going on, they cover for Flower whenever they can. Hegemol eventually does figure out who Flower is dating, either by himself or because Flower finally told them their name and it finally clicked for him (Hegemol is Lummis' godfather FYI, mainly bc I thought them having to avoid Hegemol specifically like wildfire would be entertaining)

My friend bluethepearldiver had a banger idea that "Le'mer" means an extremely affectionate term for a child in Ze'mer's language and even wrote a little drabble for it.:

Le’mer. (Pronounced la-MARE)

Flower froze. Was that…? No, this was most certainly and undoubtedly what Ze’mer kept calling them. Now to see what it meant…

Literal translation: ‘Beloved little one’. An extremely affectionate term for a child.

They read the definition again, and again, and again, hoping they were hallucinating or read it wrong. They weren’t.

Beloved. Extremely affectionate term. Beloved. But why? They didn’t deserve to be loved!

There's also an entire subplot about the coats of arms or whatever it's called but I am not an expect and this is long enough as is soooo

@bluethepearldiver PSPSPSPSPS

[dullahandyke]

cant be bothered to make mulitple posts. have one post with many contents, it is like a treasure chest. also whoops got long teehee take a readmore

BOOBS. boobs. tits and boobs. soft and eueueuugughghghgh fun to squish and heavy and smell nice. society if i had someone to fool around with. kissing doesnt sound that appealing but if i played w someones boobs it would fix me i think. sorry. not sorry actually #liveyourtruth. whaever im 19 i can post abt whatever i want n what i wanna post abt is boobs

not to hammer home an old thought but god i wish i lived in a town or a village or a city... theres literally fuck all to do here unless i wanna bug my parents for a ride into town so instead i just sit inside n its kind of detrimental to my social life n indepence. like on the plus side, i might have considered taking up vaping in a calculated 'swapping one vice for another' way if living in the middle of a field didnt make getting my hands on any on a regular basis so utterly implausible, so like its good detterant in that way, but also like man do you know how psyched i would be to be able to walk to the cinema. walk to any store where i could buy things. u know how long google maps says it would take to walk to my local library? two hours. cant even go anywhere to hang out on a whim or without enough reason to justify bothering my parents abt it. like all going well ill hopefully be in the city for college come september but like. killing and bitingggggg

graduating in a week and AUGH on one hand out the gap waheyyy only a month until exams are DONE FOREVER (until college) but on the other hand, fuck man im never gonna see this school again, i barely hang out w my friends outside of school unless its someones 18th which in practice means that after the debs thats IT!!!!!oh my god im going to DIE, i need to go find cliodna on instagram so i can follow her because shes nice. ill be sitting in random classrooms in school lately n be hit w the fucking melancholy because im like oh boy soon i'll never see this place again and its like... intellectually i know that i am not one to dwell on shit like this after its happened, as evidenced by the 'oh god my friends are all going off to college, itll only be me and the kiddies in the youth theatre next year' crisis i had last spring, after which i was Fine Actually and rarely even thought of the ppl who left bcos i have the object permanence of a 2 month old, and in practice this summer is gonna be the same as every summer is and i didnt see a single one of my irls during summer last year and i was fine but like.... idk man knowing its the end.... kills

speaking of which, oh my GOD the leaving starts in *checks watch* 22 DAYS. FUCK. like the points i need for my course are actually pitiful like but 🥺 wanna do good... do i regularly and loudly disparage the english course and maintain that the only real measure of one's writing capabilities is your own evaluation? yes! do i still want a H1? also yes! it would be the easiest thing in the world if i was less opinionated but luckily i AM that opinionated. also god. biology the day before history.... death. ive not been paying attention to either class for literally the past few months, im gonna have to kick it into high gear when i graduate bcos lbr im gonna get my shit together enough to pay attention until im not in school anymore.

thinking about boobs again. would like to hold some. an irl's school shirt keeps shifting so i can see her boobs thru the button gaps and im heeueuugueugh

eating a mini viennese ice cream or whatever its called n its good 👍🏻 hard to type w tho

boobs again. hhhahwhauhghah!

my ass hurt. done.

[devious-bliss]

You're My Star

Author’s Note: This is probably gonna be longer and a darker introduction to the story. It will have shorter chapters that will focus on tickling so don’t worry!

It’s my first day and I already want to go back home. The large crowds of students in contrast with the harrowingly quiet hours of the day intimidates me from talking to anyone. I couldn’t even imagine where to begin… Everyday felt the same: Woke up, went to class, ate, then did homework, and went to bed to do it all over again. The weekends were kind of a reprieve but just devolved into staying in my room, contemplating the decisions that got me here in the first place: Submitting to my parents by going to college just so I can become a company slave with no free will, a lot to burden someone who just wanted to play games with his friends all day. Well, whatever… At least I’m passing all my core classes with flying colors… What major I wanna do, well… that’s another story. 

/ / / / / / / /

Days turned to weeks and then a couple of months, and before I knew it, the fall semester had come and went, bringing us right into the spring semester. Winter break felt like a blur and I didn’t expect anything new to particularly happen but I was proven wrong when I decided to listen to the people around me.

“Hey, did you hear about the soccer game going on tonight?”

“Really? It’s only our first day back for the spring.”

“I heard that’s because the coaches had them training over the break.”

It was hard to tell where it was coming from amongst the sea of people, but I was able to pick up some people talking about a sports game. I mean, it’s better than nothing I guess. I can push my homework for tomorrow to go to the game. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it! Here’s to optimism…

/ / / / / /

The lights that watch over the field were practically the sun in relative to the black sky that surrounded it. I could vaguely hear all the people talking, but I couldn’t focus on anything except my persistent thoughts.

“This is a waste of time!”

“You don’t even like sports!”

“Why did you listen to that person, they weren’t even talking to you!”

“Mind your own business!” 

“You should’ve stayed in your room!”

“No one even knows you!”

Self-doubt consumed every fiber of my being as all I can think to do is curl up into a ball and die. I could feel my heart pump faster and faster as it started to feel like a sinking weight in my chest. My breath exhaling from my mouth became more and more persistent. The world started to darken around me, leaving me more alone than I was before: absolutely no one. 

Giving in to the demands seemed to be the only way out… that was until I saw her: Number 7, Elisa.

I watched her every move: They were flowy, energetic, and almost enthralling. Every one of her plays seemed almost magical yet down to an exact science. 

That was until she got an injury. As she was making contact with the ball, an opposing player came in and tried to kick it away… just to miss and slam their foot into her ankle. The way she fell seemed almost comical but I wasn’t laughing, not even a chuckle. I wish I could’ve though, to hide the pain behind laughter and a smile but I couldn’t, and just like that, my world started to shatter. Anger, depression, worry, and fear all fought for control to tell me how I was feeling but no one could win regardless of the outcome cause none of it would matter. Several staff members and teammates rushed over to tend to her injury as all I could do was cover my face with my hands, barely peeking through to see what was going on. I didn’t want to bear the pain, but at the same time, I was enthralled, devoted even. Like she was my reason to experience life in any way I could. They had two of her teammates walk her off the field and the second that she left my field of vision, I could only just stare out into the nothingness of space, completely in my own mind.

I remember staring out for a few minutes longer, but all of a sudden, I was jogging to the school store. My heart was racing as I was praying for the store to still be open, and surely enough, it was. And only a matter of what feels like seconds, I was in and out of the store.

As I walk back to the field, looking down at the box of band-aids, I feel a sense of foolishness wash over me. I stop walking towards the field and make my way onto a bench, contemplating my decisions.

“How stupid can I be? She’s probably got some proper care with gauze and disinfectant… and all I can do is bring a pack of glorified cotton stickers to her…” I muttered to myself as the box of band-aids got more and more mangled from being smacked against my forehead. The next thing I knew I had tears streaming down my cheeks and all of the bad thoughts came rushing back, attacking my will to live. The tears burn as they freeze before they make it off of my face. “Maybe I should just stay here… and freeze to death… No one will miss me, no one will care”

Except someone does care…

“Umm… are you okay?” I snap back to reality as I look up and can’t believe who I’m seeing.

“O-oh… yeah… I’m fine…” I desperately try to wipe the frozen tears on my face to look somewhat composed.

“You sure?” She grabs my hand to reveal the mangled box of bandages. “What’s this for?” “O-oh… umm…” My face is getting irritated as the cold tears mix with the burning flushing of my face. “It was supposed to be for you actually…” The more I trailed the more my words softened til it became a whisper.

“For me?” “Y-Yeah… I wanted to help you after you got hit but I felt like an idiot once I started to walk out of the store…” I proceed to smack my forehead again with the box.

“Hey, hey! Don’t do that!! It’s actually… really sweet of you” She grabs the box out of my hand. I was taken aback as I could only stare at you with a look of complete shock.

“Yes, you heard that right cutie” Before I could reply, she pulled herself into a hug. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. I can feel my heart bursting with life and love that I haven’t felt in ages. “Tell you what, go on a date with me” She says sweetly.

“R-Really!?” “Mhmhmhmh” She has a look of pure joy that forced a smile onto my face.

“That would be… perfect” “Great! How about tomorrow?” I simply nod with a sparkle in my eyes.

“Meet me at my dorm, I’m in 243” She cups my hands in hers before she suddenly kisses me on my forehead, and all of a sudden, I’m lying on my bed, with the goofiest grin on my face as I stare at the ceiling and fall asleep.

[valparzjournal]

Hey friends ~.~

It's been a while. Work has been busy and fucking stressful. We are prepping the kids for the upcoming state assessments. We have less than a month and we have to meet so many kids for tutoring. We need to start working on plans to attend Saturdays. It's been a thing. We are planning our glow theme week to make things really fun for the kids.

I actually had a a really normal day yesterday. I don't want to say normal but it was one of the days that I didn't worry about having a panic attack, not a lot of anxiety, not having intrusive thoughts or fears. I was present and had so much fun with my coworkers. We had a professional development day and it was good. We were productive and had a fun team building project. I needed that type of connection with them because when we get together in lunch, we just talk about work work work. Which is not our fault but it is what it is. Lunch was fun too! My coworker and I were jamming out to One Direction and omg we were having so much fun. it was just a wonderful day.

My anxiety did kick in later in the afternoon though. To be honest, despite the crazy outside of mind thoughts Im having, I know that I'm getting better. I think I have known but I had to take off the training wheels off my bike to know what I'm capable of. For example, I thought my family dog, Maxine, was helping me in some way with my mental health but she was low key stressing me out and not letting me sleep which affected my anxiety. I say family dog because she lives with my mom and I bring her in when my husband leaves for work so I don't feel so alone. She helped me get outside to take her for a walk so that did help with my lab numbers lol. But I really want to start walking by myself after work. My husband left this past Wednesday for a few days and he said not to bring back Maxine because were were planning to have his mom here for spring break but she changed her mind last minute. I was nervous about not having Maxine but I know that this is happening for a reason. I do miss her a lot though.

I'm gonna talk about three more growths and then make my lunch lol. I haven't had a session in two weeks which is fine because my therapist was sick and we had conflicting schedules. That made me nervous too but then again I've been wanting to start bi weekly sessions. I know I can text her if I need her. She is great about that. <3

In the beginning of my recovery in in September, I bought play-doh to help me with my anxiety but I was so hyper focused about smells and how i thought it will give me panic attacks, I ended up giving the play-doh to my students bc it had a smell. *face palm* but it's valid lol. So yesterday during the team building project with my coworkers, we had to build a tower with uncooked spaghetti and play-doh. I was excited. I was like "oh my god, let me smell it. *smells it with delight* It's so nostalgic." Then 20 minutes within the project, it clicked that "oh shit, i used to be scared to be near play-doh." I feel awesome about it.

My next thing is that I drove with someone in the passenger seat. For some reason, i get more anxious when I have someone one in the passenger seat. One time in October, I picked up my coworker because her car was in the shop. I said yes with confidence but I was anxious as hell. I just told her that I won't be able to talk or anything lol. Well yesterday, a colleague was looking for her truck in the parking lot (it's a long story) and she asked if I could give her a ride around the area to find it. I said yes with no problem and we drove around and then it clicked that I had someone in the passenger seat and we were having a conversation and I'm like omg I have had growth haha.

I'm proud of myself. Please keep going, it's gets better with good change. <3

[fanficmemes]

Well guys it’s time change tomorrow. Remember that while it’s gonna be hard, you’re a cockroach motherfucker and you’re not only gonna survive, you’ll thrive. Peace and love, good luck comrades

[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[lomlwintersoldier]

Break Me Down

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: sexual tension, mentions of smut, swearing, slight angst in the beginning (SMUT TO COME) 

A/N: I wrote and rewrote this one a couple of times- I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with it but there will be more to come! I’m thinking 1-2 more (very smutty) parts. Enjoy :)

“Serena, please, where is this coming from?” Bucky yells, hands splayed as the brunette rushes from room to room, gathering her items and shoving them haphazardly into a duffel. 

“You’re so fucking blind, Bucky,” she shoots back, venom dripping off her words. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” she hisses as she snags a flannel blanket off the couch. 

“Hey, wait, that’s my favorite bla--” Bucky starts but she whirls on him, rage apparent in her eyes, and he cuts himself off. “Okay, I guess...take it....,” he mutters. 

She shoves her way past him, having gathered all her things (and some of his) and stops before the front door, hand firmly grasping the knob as she turns to him, practically shaking.

“You’re in love with Y/N,” she spits, lip quivering.

“What?” He exclaims, reeling back. “No I’m n—“

“Cut the bullshit, Bucky. You don’t need to admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself.”

“Have a nice life.” She yanks open the door and heads down the steps of his brownstone, practically leaping into the Uber she’d called for herself. Bucky still stands in his doorway, dumbfoundedly watching as the car’s tail lights disappear around the corner.

In love with Y/N? No fucking way in hell. You barely talked to or interacted with each other, only went on one or two missions together and you….you were always bringing home some other guy. There was no way he had feelings for you. Or vice versa.

Serena is long gone at this point so Bucky slowly steps back into his apartment, closing the door quietly.

In love with Y/N. He shakes his head. Serena could not be more wrong.

The next few weeks, Bucky is hyper-aware of your presence, Serena’s words echoing in his mind every time you’re in the room. He catches himself staring at you more often than would be deemed appropriate or necessary and has to force himself to look away and focus on something else, someone else. Anything else. 

In the gym, during meetings with the rest of the team, hell, even during the stupid bonding activities Tony came up with every week, you’d be in his eyeline. He’d catch you in a laugh, head falling back, eyes closing as the delicious sound escaped your lips, and he’d resist the urge to laugh with you. Or sometimes he’d glance at you from across the room as you spoke to Natasha or Steve, at the way words he couldn’t hear fell from your lips, and the way you played with your hair when you were bored, or how you cocked your head to the left when you were deep in thought. 

Then other times, his eyes would graze down the skin of your shoulders, bare in the tank tops you preferred to wear, to the toned muscle of your arms as they flexed and pulsed with the punches you landed so effectively on your target. His gaze would drift further downwards, sweeping over your collarbones, your hips, waist….

Then he’d force himself to look away. 

The thought begins to plague him. Did he always stare at you this often? Did he simply notice you more now that Serena had pointed out some “feelings” she thought she’d picked up?

Or maybe it was that he was always staring at you, he just hadn’t been as keenly aware of it as he was now.

Either way, he wasn’t sure what to do. Granted, his relationship with Serena wasn’t exactly compatible and it was short lived, but it was his first fling with a woman since he’d been....back. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call his “return to the normal world” but she’d approached him while on a night out with Steve and Sam a few months back, strutting over in her heels and little black dress and offered her number to him. She was pretty, surely not as pretty as you but….

Shit, he thinks to himself. Maybe there’s a grain of truth to what she said. 

~

The gym is empty as you stride inside, heading directly to the treadmill that rests in the back corner in the room. There are others closer to the door but you’ve always found comfort in solitude, in the dark, so you naturally gravitate to the most hidden corner of the room. You hop on it, setting the pace and timing of your run and then you’re off, music in your ear as you begin to run faster and faster. 

When you’re finished with the treadmill, you decide to run through some training exercises, practicing on a sand punching bag, but it’s always lacking. The best opponent is human and sparring should be as is real life, but with most of the team out running missions, you make do with the training bag. You punch and you kick, hitting as hard as you know how but grow frustrated with the lack of returned blows. 

You huff in annoyance as you slam the punching bag one last time, throwing it off it’s chain and across the room, just as the Winter Soldier walks past the door. 

“Y/N?” He questions as he steps into the training hall, feet quiet as a mouse. “You alright?” You take a deep breath and wipe the sweat from your brow, tearing your gaze from the fallen bag to the large figure before you. “Yeah, no, I’m good. I’m good.” “You sure?” He asks as he steps towards you. “You seem frustrated.” Forcing a laugh, you shake your head and head over to your gym bag. “I’m good, just annoyed at this punching bag for crapping out on me.” 

You nod towards the cylinder shape on the floor. His gaze follows yours before looking back at you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. 

“Do you need help training?”

You cock your head, pondering his request, before shaking your head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just find Nat or Steve when they get back.” 

“Well, I mean....” He sets his bag down. “I’m here now.” “I’ll help you spar?” He says it like a question, unsure of how you’d react to his proposition, but a small smile crosses your face. “Okay,” you mumble. “Thanks.”

Bucky approaches you, a swagger to his step that matches the smirk on his face. His sweatpants ride low on his waist and his t-shirt is impossibly tight, but it shows off the deliciously sinewy muscles beneath the fabric, pulsing and flexing under the thin cloth. You swallow and tear your eyes away, certain that looking for any second longer would further ignite the fire you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach. You try to make yourself look busy by leaning down to tie your running shoes, although the strings are perfectly tied without any reason to check the laces.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asks, breaking you from your thoughts. Your gaze flashes up to him and you nod, tying your hair back. 

“Let’s do this,” you mutter as you crouch into a defensive position, arms at your face as he advances on you. His hulking figure is surprisingly agile and quick, as he lands his first blow, but you quickly throw your arm up, catching his arm and twisting it behind his back. Not to be outdone, he grabs your waist and throws you on your back, but you easily spring back on your feet, narrowly avoiding a well aimed kick to the abdomen. 

He hops back, surveying you and this time, you go on the offensive, trying to land as many blows as possible in rapid succession. He parries and blocks almost all but you land a few good punches on his cheek and stomach. A hiss escapes his lips from the pain, but he suddenly grabs your hand, mid punch, and forces you down with your neck while holding your arm, twisting it behind your back with a threat to dislocate your shoulder. 

“Submit,” he whispers in your ear. Bucky pushes your arm a little further and you groan in pain. Forcing your mind and body to swim through the pain, you swiftly tear your arm from his grasp and swing your legs up, giving him a solid kick to the ribs before throwing your other leg around his neck. You move so quickly he’s taken off guard and you slam him to the ground, practically laying on top of him.

His deep blue eyes glint as you make out the situation: your chest is pressed so tightly against his that you can feel his heartbeat hammering away and you realize your leg is pinned underneath his thick thigh so even if you wanted to move, you can’t. Both of you are breathing hard. A sly smile crosses your face and you lean down to his ear, lips just centimeters away from his cheek. 

“Never,” you whisper, letting your hair graze him as you lean back to look at him. 

His hands come up to your waist slowly as a playful smile hints at his lips. Faster than you can respond, he rolls the both of you in one swift movement so that he’s now on top of you, his body pressed between your legs and you swear you can feel a hardness from him. 

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He murmurs. He has you fully pinned underneath him. Your breath mingles with his, heat pooling into your stomach, and even further down. 

As if he can sense what this is doing to you, he lightly rolls his hips against you, pelvis to pelvis. A surprised moan escapes your lips when he brushes against your sensitive clit, instinctively squeezing your thighs together, but they’re stopped by the muscly slab of a man between them. 

Bucky chuckles. His eyes seem to be practically staring straight through you as he leans down.

Oh god, he’s gonna kiss me, you think as he closes the distance. 

Suddenly you feel harsh stubble on your neck, nuzzling against your skin and then soft lips, planting tantalizingly gentle kisses. You feel the urge to moan again but just as you’re about to open your mouth, you feel teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, a harsh bite before he pulls away.

“Bucky!” You gasp, gripping his biceps. Laughter erupts from his muscular form as he pushes off you, sitting back on his heels; your legs remain on either side of him. 

“What the hell was that?!” You exclaim as you push away from him, rising to your feet. 

“What, you didn’t like it?” He steps towards you until his chest is practically touching yours. With every breath, your breasts graze his shirt, both of you staring into the others eyes. His are heated, desire darkening them so wholeheartedly that you find yourself unable to break the tension between the two of you.

“I...I didn’t say that.” You whisper, trying to quell the warmth between your thighs. He holds your gaze for a moment longer, glancing down at your lips as if he’s daring himself to kiss you.

Then he pushes away from you, that damn smirk on his face as he abruptly breaks the moment off.

“Good.” 

He scoops up his discarded gym bag and starts out of the training room. “See you around, Y/N,” he calls out as he rounds the corner, disappearing down the hallway. 

A frustrated huff falls from your lips as you realize what just happened. You just had the most heated, intense moment you’ve had in a long time and he just...cut it off. 

That bastard. 

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Part 2

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[heroloverangel]

Delicate

This is technically a sequel to last year’s Dad Mirio fic but can be read on its own! Everyone’s favorite Wholesome Dilf continues to live rent-free in my brain.

“I miss you soooo much,” Mirio says for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You give him a comforting smile from your side of the screen, you know how he feels. Your husband’s been gone for three days now helping with a disaster in Osaka, and he probably won’t be home for the rest of the week. It’s hard being married to one of Japan’s top heroes, you think to yourself. You wish you could be there with him, putting your training to good use where it’s needed, but your current assignment is too important to ignore. It’s as if he can read your mind from the other side of the country. “How’s my buddy doing?”

You smile and tilt your camera down to show off your heavy stomach. At eight months pregnant, you’re sidelined from hero work no matter what the crisis is. “He’s alright,” you confirm. “I think he’s bored without you around, though.” He lets out a little whine that’s almost heartbreaking; it’s obvious where he’d rather be right now. You take pity on him and drop the phone level with your belly to give him a better view. 

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “I promise, I’ll finish as fast as I can so I can come home to you and Mama soon.” You feel movement inside you as he talks. You don’t know how good your baby’s hearing is, especially through the video chat, but you’re sure that he’s reacting to his father’s familiar voice. “I can’t wait to get back and feel how strong you’re kicking in there. I bet you’re driving Mama crazy!” You relax further into your pillows and let him babble on to your bump about his day saving civilians and clearing out rubble, only a little lonely when you look over at the empty half of your bed. You really do miss him, your house is far too quiet and calm without his usual energy filling it.

You yawn after a few more minutes and glance at the time. “Sorry, it’s getting kinda late. Would you mind if we called it a night for now?”

He smiles, but you can tell that he’s trying to hide his disappointment. “No problem, I know you need your sleep. We’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?” You agree and tell your husband you love him before hanging up the phone and settling in for bed. You’re tired, but you’ve gotten too comfortable with him sleeping beside you and it takes awhile to fall asleep on your own.

You spend the next morning balancing your laptop over your swollen belly while you browse through maternity clothes. There’s a local shop that promises same-day delivery, and you treat yourself to a few things for your last month. You read through your email, a magazine wants a quick interview for an article about hero families and you’re happy to answer their questions. It’s hard to move too much in your condition, but you make sure to do the prenatal exercises your doctor recommended and then have a nice long shower. Your new clothes arrive and you leave them on the dresser for now while you eat lunch and call your family. It still seems too quiet in the house without Mirio, and you’re getting bored when your phone finally rings and your face lights up at his name.

“Hey sweetheart! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

You can hear the smile in his voice and it warms your heart. “Is it dinner? I think somebody in here’s really craving steak tonight.”

He laughs. “You’ll see. Just have a seat on the couch and close your eyes for a second, okay?”

This isn’t the weirdest thing he’s requested over the phone, and you obey. “Alright, they’re closed. What are you planning, Lemillion?”

“You can open your eyes in three...two...one…” his voice disappears from the phone, all you hear is the background noise of birds chirping.

“Mirio?” Your eyes are still closed.

“SURPRISE!” 

You jump in shock and drop your phone, your eyes flying open. He’s standing in front of you with the biggest grin on his face, completely naked. It takes you a second to realize he must have phased through the front door to surprise you. You struggle to stand but fail, and he has to pull you up himself into his arms for a deep kiss. “You’re home early! How’d you manage that?”

“The others knew how much I wanted to get home, with you being pregnant and all, and everybody worked extra hard to cover for me so I could leave first.” You owe every single one of them a thank you gift. “Boy, that Uravity is amazing with rescue work!” Oh, you owe her twice as much after this.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you sigh happily. Your husband drops to his knees in front of you and pushes your shirt up to kiss your stomach, rubbing his hand where he feels a faint kick.

“Me too. I missed our family so much.” His arms wrap around you and he rests his head against your middle. You run your fingers through his hair, both of you taking a minute to relish your little reunion. It’s only been a few days, but it was more than enough to make you homesick for each other.

He stands back up after a bit and you head for the hallway. “You should go grab your phone off the porch and take a shower. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you too, when you’re done.” He’s happy to obey and you follow him down the hall, pausing at the front door then into the bedroom. You wait for the bathroom door to shut and then spring into action as fast as you can. You clothes come off; you kick them under the bed instead of wasting precious time trying to pick them off the floor. 

You reach for the new clothes on the dresser and find the outfit you’d picked for his welcome home gift. The bra is made out of soft white lace so flimsy it looks like it’ll tear if you breathe too hard. It ties closed with a ribbon in the front and your clumsy fingers finally form a decent bow on the third try. A skirt attaches beneath the cups and just skims your thighs, the two halves of it parted to show off your obvious pregnancy. You’re lucky that the matching underwear ties on the sides with more ribbon; you’re not sure you’d be able to get them on without five minutes of struggling if you had to step into them. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and adjust the skirt of your lingerie. Despite the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination, you look sweet. Innocent. Delicate. A grin spreads across your face; it’s perfect.

You get dressed just in time; you hear the shower turn off and the door opens a second later. “There, all clean and-” Mirio freezes at the sight of you and you see his fingers twitch against the towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, wow. You look...just, wow.” He’s crossed the room faster than you can react, strong arms wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. “You’re so gorgeous like this, babe.”

You lean into his body; you’ve missed this while he was gone. “Well, it’ll be awhile before we can do this again. I figured we should really enjoy ourselves while we still can.” He nods and gives you a surprisingly gentle kiss. You can tell he’s holding back his strength for your benefit and the knowledge makes your heart flutter.

Mirio recovers from his surprise quickly and returns to his usual unstoppable energy. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise!” His bigger hand is warm around yours as he guides you to your bed, losing his towel in the process. You don’t hide your staring; his body is gorgeous after so many years of training and you could look at him for hours. He sits back against the headboard and carefully brings you with him to straddle his lap, and you feel his cock already growing hard against your thigh. “We’ll take it easy,” he promises. “I know we have to be a little more gentle now since you’re so big-” You stare down at Mirio silently, but he continues. “What? You are big, that’s a good thing. You’re growing our baby in there, he needs all that room!” You just shake your head; you can’t really feel annoyed when he’s this sweet.

He looks up at you with pure affection written all over his face and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his damp hair. “How can you be this buff and this adorable?” It’s not the first time you’ve asked as much, and every time he laughs you off with a faint blush on his cheeks. You lean in for another kiss while his hands move from your hips over your ribs to the front of your slip.

“This is so pretty, you should keep it on.” He gives your chest a squeeze and you whine, too sensitive from the hormones wrecking havoc on your body. You knew your breasts were going to get bigger, but they’ve turned out to be overachievers and you’ve jumped up two cup sizes already. “They’re still really sore, huh?” You nod and he offers you a comforting smile as he plays with the bow before finally tugging it open. Your nipples are already hard, and you don’t miss how he licks his lips when his thumb brushes over one. “I could help you with that, if you want.”

“Mirio…” You love your husband and all his enthusiasm, but you’re well aware that he can be a little too eager and get carried away. He’s being careful now as his fingers trace against your warm skin, his touch barely teasing you. He pulls you closer; you can feel the smile on his lips as he leans into your neck. He follows your pulse, down your collarbone to leave kisses at the swell of your breast and you sigh. “Okay,” you agree. “Just remember to-”

“I know, be gentle. Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He pushes your lingerie out of the way to get a better view at your heavy chest and appreciates the sight of it. “Man, our kid’s not gonna be lacking on calcium, is he?”

“I love you, please stop talking.” He laughs but obeys, his tongue flicking over your nipple and making you squirm in his arms. He does it a few times and you let out a little gasp when he takes you into his mouth. “Go easy,” you remind him, but he’s already distracted with his task. You asked your doctor about doing this before and were told it was perfectly fine, but you can’t quite shake the thought that it’s a little weird as Mirio begins to suck at your tender nipple.

You’ve tried this before, but every time he’s been too rough in his excitement and you’ve had to yank his head away from you in pain. Tonight though, he’s trying his best and after a few seconds of discomfort there’s an unfamiliar tingle deep in your breast as your body responds to his stimulation. “It feels weird,” you groan, but your fingers thread into his hair so he won’t pull away. “It’s not bad, just weird.” You’re not entirely sure you like what he’s doing, but you’re willing to continue until you figure it out. His tongue brushes over you with a slightly different motion, and something in you clicks into place. “Can you do that again? I think I liked that.”

His laughter is muffled but still obvious and you can feel the smile against your skin. Mirio’s happy to assist, one strong hand settling on your back to keep you steady. It wasn’t a mistake; he repeats his movements and you realize that it feels good. It feels really good, you have to admit, as his eyes slip closed so he can focus entirely on pleasing you like this. You hold him tight to your body, fingers running through his messy hair while you enjoy the affection so happily given. You’re still sensitive though, and after a few more minutes you start to get overwhelmed and have to pull him away.

“It tastes good.” His grin is huge as he licks his lips. “It’s sweet, just like the rest of you.” You’d roll your eyes if he wasn’t so cute. He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and earns another whimper from you, then turns his attention to the other one. “Don’t want this side feeling left out, right? Lucky I’m here to take care of everything!” Your heart skips a beat, you’re so in love with this silly, wonderful idiot. You don’t get a chance to respond, once his mouth is back on you it’s hard to do anything besides pant and whine for him.

You squirm against him, his dick pressing against your thigh and your panties doing very little to hide how much you’re loving this. “Miriooo,” you moan, and the look in his eyes is nothing but pure happiness that makes you melt. “You always take good care of me,” you coo, reaching down to stroke his cock lightly. “You’re so good to me, honey.” He pulls you closer and releases your chest to look up and meet your eyes.

“Babe, I’m just giving you what you deserve. You’re literally making a brand new, little person in there. If that’s not worth being extra nice, I don’t know what is.” He really has no idea how perfect he is. His thumb brushes over your nipple and your body is so sensitive now it makes you shudder. “Alright now?”

You stop for a second to consider. Your breasts do feel a bit lighter, there’s less pressure weighing down on you after his help. “Yeah, thanks. You’re the best, really.”

He brushes off your compliment in favor of pulling at the strings holding your underwear together. “Just doing my job, miss.” He groans at the sight of you fully naked and traces a finger along the lips of your cunt. You hadn’t noticed just how wet you were getting as he’d worked on your nipples, but now two of his fingers slip inside you with no effort. “I love you so much,” he says with another kiss.

You buck into his hand mindlessly, too eager for his touch after only a few days. You want to hold off and come with his dick buried inside you, but you can’t deny yourself when you’re this needy already. “I want it,” you whine pitifully.

His other hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. “I know, baby. You can have whatever you want, just tell me.” His thumb swirls over your clit and he doesn’t miss the jolt that runs down your body. “Right there, huh? My pretty little wife wants me to make her come?” His smirk is playful and there’s a glint of mischief in those friendly eyes.

“Mirio, please.” Hearing him talk like that does something to you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

His hand moves faster and your pussy clenches tight around his fingers. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Just let yourself go for me.” His voice is so warm and soothing, you can’t resist. Your orgasm is marked with desperate whispers in his ear as his hand moves gently between your thighs to urge you on. “That’s it, honey. You’re so good, I want more of you.”

It takes you a minute to calm down before you’re able to pry your sweaty face away from his shoulder. His fingers leave you aching to be filled again, and you swallow hard when you watch him bring them to his mouth to lick them clean. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles like the sun and you look away, almost embarrassed by the affection between you two. You can’t see anything past your swollen belly, but you can feel his thick cock ready for a turn. “Are you up for more? It’s fine if you need to wait-”

You fumble blindly for his cock until the tip presses just outside your cunt. “I want you inside me. Here, Mirio. Your pretty little wife wants to make you come.” The blush spreading across his face at your words is a special reward of its own. His hips thrust upward to enter you while he slowly pulls you down to meet him, and your mouth falls open in a long moan. “Fuck, Mirio. We’ll have to wait a couple weeks after he’s born and it’s gonna suck so bad.”

He hasn’t put much thought into this fact and you can practically see the gears in his head turning. “Well then, I guess we’d better make it count while we still have the chance,” he says finally. He’s always so much stronger than you, even when you’re not in such a delicate condition, and easily sets a steady pace moving you up and down his dick. You cling to his shoulders to steady yourself as you ride him, pressing your tongue into hs mouth to devour his sounds. This may be the peak of happiness, with your sweet husband pounding away inside your excited pussy, showering you with compliments about how great you are and how perfect your little family is going to be. “And once he gets a little older, we can start working on his siblings!”

Your hips falter in their rhythm at the suggestion. “S-siblings? Already?”

He grins back at you. “Of course! We need five or six, at least!”

“Five or six…” you repeat, suddenly distracted by the thought of doing this another half-dozen times. You don’t know why you’re surprised, it’d be more of a shock if he didn’t have infinite love to share. The idea doesn’t bother you, and you find yourself returning his smile with a smirk of your own. “You really wanna fill me up that much, Lemillion?”

You’re not expecting his thrusts to speed up so much or for him to pull you down so hard you’re gasping for air. “God, babe. So much. I think about it like, all the time now. You have no idea.” He stops to kiss you again, and your cunt squeezes hard around him. “I can take more time off of work,” Mirio insists mindlessly, getting far too ahead of himself. “I bet I can hold so many babies at once.”

You laugh, he’s so ridiculous sometimes. “Let’s just focus on this one for awhile, okay?” He nods, trailing his lips down your throat to feel how fast your pulse is racing for him. You can feel another orgasm building, and that he isn’t far behind. You were only apart for three days but it seems like far too long. “You’re really, really the best.”

He cups your sweaty face in one hand, the look in his eyes so soft and loving it takes your breath away. There aren’t enough words to describe how much you love him right now, and clearly it’s the same for him. Wordlessly he releases you and drags his hand down your body, stopping to tweak your nipples and making you cry out. His fingers drop to rub firmly against your clit, and your back goes rigid. “Miri-ohh. Just like that, I’m gonna...there, fuck.” You clamp down hard on his cock with a loud moan and he holds you tight, supporting your overworked body while you come. “Here,” your voice is ragged. “Your turn, I know you’re dying to come inside me.”

“You’re amazing, honey.” That last compliment is all he gets out before his pace goes sloppy and you feel him flooding your pussy with a low groan. “You’re so amazing.” 

You cling to him while he gradually wears himself out and stay wrapped up in his arms for the next few minutes. Eventually, there’s a firm kick in your belly that informs you that someone noticed all your movement and he’s not happy about it. Both of you laugh as you separate; you flop down on the bed while Mirio cleans you up and finds you a comfy, oversized shirt and fresh panties to wear. It’s still fairly early, and you won’t be tired enough to sleep for a few hours.

“Now that was a welcome home gift. You should just wear that around the house until you have the baby, it looks really great on you.”

You ruffle his messy hair. “I don’t think it would survive the entire month around you,” you tease. You stretch your arms above your head and feel a grumble in your stomach. “So, the surprise wasn’t steak for dinner tonight?”

He’s in too good of a mood to even think of denying you. “It is now!” He’s already fumbling for his phone to look up menus. “Whatever you wanna eat, just say the word!”

Sometimes you wonder how you ever got so lucky.

[baldwinboy5ive]

I call this Cobra Drive. AU where a sad boy meets another sad boy in his building elevator and they just stare longingly at each other for extended periods of time. (Daniel LaRusso, who made the crane kick famous, gets to add to his repertoire of bird karate moves by stomping Mike Barnes to death in the same elevator like a secretary bird.)

I also wrote some crap for this AU, even though I am not much of a fanfic writer. However, it’s not that bad. It’s just regular bad. 

“If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterward. I give you a five minute window when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down, I don’t carry a gun, I don’t do karate - not anymore. I drive. Do you understand?” 

The well-rehearsed speech was delivered in an accent that was undeniably East Coast, but from a man who knew well the 100,000 streets of Los Angeles. Daniel ended it every single time with a secret tribute to his beloved mentor, whose life lessons were always punctuated with “Understand?” 

And Daniel did. He always understood what Mr. Miyagi had told him, and replied “Yeah, I understand,” even if some of his lessons had taken awhile to really make their impact on him. 

-----

Daniel moved frequently. It was routine now for him. Funny how things changed. He often remembered how monumental that first cross-country move had been, how the course of his entire life had shifted that summer of 1984. Now, his moves were quick, efficient, and all within LA. 

On his second day in his newest building, Daniel returned to his apartment by elevator. Another building resident stepped in with him, hauling a basket of laundry from the basement. 

He was familiar. Daniel kept his eyes trained at his feet while he felt the familiar man’s gaze on him for a moment. He allowed himself one quick glance, but didn’t manage to time it as well as he’d wanted. The golden-haired man who now shared a building with him was still staring back at him. 

His eyes were beautiful and sad. 

It was Johnny Lawrence. 

-----

“You just move back to LA or something?” was the question Johnny finally settled on after he and Daniel hauled his groceries into his second story apartment. There was too much he wanted to ask. It had been 34 years. Something in those 34 years had hardened the look in Daniel’s eyes.

“No, I’ve been here for awhile.” 

“So just new here?” 

Daniel nodded. 

“What are you up to now, LaRusso?” 

“I drive.” 

“Like, those internet car things?” Johnny asked, a touch of confusion on his face. 

“No, for the movies.” 

“You mean all the car chases and stuff?” 

“Yeah.” 

Johnny let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that dangerous?” 

Daniel fully met Johnny’s eyes, and stared challengingly, the words “Oh, now you care about my safety and well-being?” hanging between the two of them unspoken. Daniel’s lips quirked into a slight grin. So did Johnny’s. Then Daniel knew. Johnny remembered it all. 

The intensity of Johnny’s bright blue eyes and the pain they carried eventually became too much for Daniel, who was the first to drop his gaze. He broke the silence by saying placatingly, “It’s only part time. Mostly I work at a garage.” 

“Where?” 

“Reseda Boulevard.” 

After a few more beats of silence, Daniel nodded his head towards the teen boy sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, as if only just noticing him even though he’d rode up in the elevator with them. “He yours?” 

“They sometimes just come with the apartment. Old place here is infested. Overrun with roaches, children, teens. You might want to check under your kitchen counters and shit if you haven’t already, LaRusso.” 

The boy snorted, not offended in the least. “I’m Miguel,” he said. 

A door in the apartment slammed open, and another teen boy wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s this?” he asked, pointing at Daniel.

“This is LaRu- Daniel. Daniel, this is Robby.”

Daniel stared at the two teenagers. Neither of them resembled Johnny. Perhaps Johnny hadn’t been kidding about them surfacing from under the kitchen counters. 

-----

At the garage, a sly smile spread on the face of the man who’d given Daniel all of his jobs. “Oh, you and the kid know each other,” he said, gesturing rapidly between Daniel and Johnny while leaning over the open hood of a car he’d been working on. 

“Don’t,” Daniel warned. He stalked off, but not without grinning at his employer. 

“Uh…” Johnny began. A “He kicked me in the face when we were teenagers, but I did sort of deserve it a little, and it’s actually at least a 126 minute-long story” died on his lips. 

“We’re neighbors,” Johnny said. 

“Ahh,” said Daniel’s employer, as if that was all there was to know. 

Johnny explained in more detail what was going on with his Firebird, and was told that the repairs would take a few days. 

“Miguel, call us one of those car things from your iComputer.” 

“It’s an iPho-” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” cut in Daniel’s employer. “You and the kid are neighbors! He’d be happy to give you a ride.” 

Johnny met Daniel’s eyes from across the garage. He did indeed look happy.

---

“Hey, I know you. Come on, we met last year! Well - met again. It’s me. Snake. You drove me and Dennis back from Palm Springs. Hey, I got this sweet job planned out --” 

Fury blazed in Daniel’s eyes. Someone both recognizing him and talking to him about his jobs was more than enough to make Daniel disappear for a few months, but this wasn’t just any someone. This was one of Terry Silver’s men. Over the years, Daniel had done everything he could to be free of Terry and his mob. But every time Daniel thought he was safe, eventually, Terry would always come back. And there would always be a job. 

Terry’s man - and therefore Terry himself - reappearing in his life would have been bad enough before, but now? Now he had Johnny. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. He realized with anger burning up in his chest that he didn’t want to pick up and leave. 

Daniel cut Snake off with a low whisper. “How about this? Shut your mouth. Or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat, and shut it for you.” 

All Daniel had wanted was to finish his dinner and coffee in peace, until it was time to drive Johnny to the bar for his night shift. Daniel stared at Snake, never taking his eyes off of him until Snake quietly retreated from the diner. Only then did Daniel feel comfortable returning to his food.

-----

Daniel’s face took on a detached and aloof manner when he addressed the man Terry had sent. 

“When you get your money, his debt’s paid. He’s out for good. And you never go near his family again. Do you understand?” 

-----

Daniel did everything in his power to keep his voice even. Confident. Balanced. But that voice on the other end of the phone would always terrify him. Some things never changed. 

“I’m going to give you a time and a place and you’re going to come and get your money. Do you understand?” 

Terry barked out a laugh. “What do you get out of it, Danny boy?” 

“Just that: out of it.” 

Daniel hung up. For once he had the satisfaction of dictating terms with Terry Silver. 

-----

“They came to my apartment. How did they know where I live?” 

“I told you, I was going to call Kreese, I just wanted him to know that… that it wasn’t about the money… that you’re not interested in the money… that you just did it for him.” 

Daniel exploded at the man who had been his longtime employer. So this was how Kreese and Silver and known it was him. “Why?! You told them about Johnny! Why did you tell them about Johnny?!” 

“Calm down, kid. Just calm down.” 

“I should fucking kill you - you told them about Johnny! That’s how they figured it out, you know - that it was me. You told them about Johnny and then they knew it was me.” 

“I just wanted him to know… that as soon as you returned the money, that was the end of it, that’s all! I didn’t know. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know… that everything led to Silver!” 

Daniel’s voice was breaking as he screamed at the old man. Daniel’s eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. Breathe in, breathe out, echoed the voice of his dear sensei in his head. Soon, his racing heart slowed just enough for him to calmly tell his employer, “They came for me, and now they’re going to come for you, too. You have to get out of here. Do you understand?” 

-----

John Kreese pleaded with his lifelong friend. “Anybody finds out you stole from the family, we’re both dead. The money always flows up, Twig. You know that!” 

Terry Silver fell uncharacteristically quiet amidst their shouting match. He looked at Kreese ruefully. “That’s why this driver’s gotta go, Johnny. That’s why he’s gotta go. He’s gonna tie me to this robbery.” 

It was too bad. Terry had always been fond of Daniel. 

-----

Daniel hoped he would never again have to fear for Johnny’s and his kids’ lives. He flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror. Miguel and Robby were fast asleep in the backseat - and safe. Alive. 

Daniel did, however, find comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep his karate hidden and tucked away. If Johnny ever needed it again, Daniel would use it. He’d help Johnny remember his. He thought fondly of the way Mr. Miyagi had once insisted that only Daniel’s root karate came from Mr. Miyagi, and had urged him to make his karate his own. 

If Daniel could do it, so could Johnny. Johnny’s Cobra Kai would be better - different, new. A product of the goodness Daniel was confident Johnny had inside of him. Johnny would use that goodness to teach Robby and Miguel. And Daniel vowed to be there with them. 

If anyone ever again tried to hurt any of them, the four of them would be ready. 

Another Mr. Miyagi lesson surfaced in Daniel’s memories as he continued driving. Back in 1994, Mr. Miyagi had returned to Daniel in LA after a long stay in Boston, and over the course of several days, had told him all about Julie Pierce, and the lessons he taught her. The final lesson had been: “Fighting not good, but if must fight - win.” 

That was what Daniel had done. 

Daniel smiled at the beautiful man in the passenger seat next to him, whose sadness never left his eyes, but who, despite this, could now smile back warmly at him. Daniel checked the rearview mirror once more, never taking his attention from the road ahead of them. Miguel and Robby were both still asleep. 

Daniel turned his gaze back to the road for a moment, feeling the hum of the car around him and those he loved. 

“I’m yours. No matter what. Do you understand?” 

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OH SHIT i forgot to mention, the idea for the cobra on the back of the jacket AND for including Robby both come from @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy !!!! Thank you for your moral support and help on these concepts! I always knew I wanted Daniel to be the Driver, so it didn’t even OCCUR to me to have the cobra on his jacket, until @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy said it, and then she said he can give it to Johnny later (even though it won’t fit him haha!). Just a note - I changed up the cobra design from the Cobra Kai logo though because the original logo looked kinda goofy as a silhouette. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Always There To Get Me Goin’ (Part 3)

Summary: The reader surprises Jensen on the last day on set and gets a surprise of her own when she finally gets to see him in his suit...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Well good morning to me,” you said, whistling as Jensen walked into his trailer wearing a tank top and sporting his normal amount of scruff once again. “Oh look at those little cheeks.”

“How the hell…” he trailed off when you held up a badge. “But we’re not allowed visitors-“

“I am technically a…production assistant intern,” you said, reading off the badge. “I DM’d Kripke. He got me a pass for the day.”

“Oh so technically you have to do whatever I ask you to,” he said. You held up a hand and waggled it, Jensen stalking over to where you sat, leaning against the arm rests. “Now you’re not handling your job duties very well are you.”

“I will handle many things later. After work.” He pouted, leaning in close. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on that pretty hair as much as you want.”

“Fine,” he whined. “But only because I need to make a quick video and then change before I film one last scene.”

“Wait you’re filming without a beard? Why-”

“Sh. Spoiler free household remember,” he said. You opened your mouth and he put a hand over it. “I’d keep that shut. Never know what might slip in there.”

“Slip things wherever you like,” you mumbled. He hummed, pecking a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Stay put. I won’t be long.”

“Fuck,” you said to yourself when Jensen got back to his trailer when he was done for the day. You hadn’t seen him in person in his suit before and the pictures did not do him justice. He took a deep breath before stopping in front of your chair.

“I could use some help getting out of this,” he said. “Wouldn’t want me to report you to your boss would we?”

“Depends. Is my boss going to make a move on me?” 

“Hell yes I am. Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand, leading you back to the small bedroom, kicking the door shut. You put your hands on his arms, sliding them up until you hit his vest. You smirked, running your hands down, finding a belt. You looked for a buckle or a snap but it seemed to be a part of the vest on second glance. He chuckled and slid your hands to his sides. “You have no idea how to take this off do you.”

“I don’t want to break it,” you said.

“Probably not a good idea.” He put his hands on either side of the vest and tugged, both sides opening up. “Velcro.”

“Oh,” you said, watching the sides of the vest come undone, Jensen lifting the vest and belt, his holster tied in with it, over his head and setting it on the ground beside you. Your hands went to his chest and while you saw the zipper fold, it ran straight up to the cowl around his neck. He tugged on that as well, the cowl coming off in a single piece and being added to the pile. “So that’s how you get in this thing.”

“More fun taking it off sometimes.” You pulled on the zipper, Jensen racing to rip off the gloves on his hands. “Wait-”

“You’re too slow,” you said, grabbing the suit and tugging it down. The sleeves were tucked into his gloves though and you smirked, Jensen giving you a warning glance before you pushed him back on the bed, effectively trapping his arms behind him.

“Y/N-” he said before you covered his mouth with your hand.

“I still owe you for that window treatment a few months back,” you said. You kicked off your shorts and finished pulling his suit down until you saw his compression shorts. One quick movement later both they and his boxer briefs were tugged down, his cock springing free. He was half hard and a few rough pumps had him standing tall. 

He bit his bottom lip when you straddled his hips and sunk down, bottoming out quickly. 

“You know moving up here while you were filming may just be the best decision I ever made.” You lifted off of him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before you slammed down. He grunted and you leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of him, staring him in the eye. You gripped his hair and watched him give in, face soft and pliant, jaw dropping when you picked up a fast and harsh pace.

“Y/N,” he whined. You kissed his neck and sucked, his whole body tensing. “Slower. Slower. I won’t last.”

“Who said I want you to last? Don’t worry about getting me off. You can eat me out after you fill me up.” He whimpered as you worked on giving him a hickey, thighs already burning. Your walls were squeezing him hard, Jensen sucking in air when he finally came. He made a series of muffled groans before you finally slipped off of him and crawled upwards quickly. “Clean me up.”

He sighed happily when you knelt over him, one of your hands keeping your underwear pushed aside. His tongue dove in and out, shivers running down your spine while he worked you over. 

You couldn’t help the small shake in your body when he turned his attention to your clit. He wasn’t going easy on you, tongue swiping and assaulting the bundle of nerves. You felt the shockwave of sparks start in your feet and work up your legs when he switched to sucking and lapping at the same time.

“Jensen,” you moaned softly, coming hard, Jensen not letting off until you were already into another orgasm. You forced yourself away, sitting back against the wall, breathing hard. He licked his lips and grinned, pulling his arms out from behind himself, gloves free now. “Always such a fucking pushy bottom aren’t you. Can’t just come and ask me to ride me senseless can you?”

“Yeah but you like it,” he said, ripping off his other sleeve, scooting up the bed and taking a deep breath. “Oh and sweetheart? You can ride me senseless anytime. Anytime.”

“When we’re back home I’ll tie up you and make you scream all you want.”

“Here I was going to offer the same thing,” he said. You leaned down and kissed him, Jensen grabbing your waist and flipping you over to the other side of the bed, smirking and staring down at you. 

“Down Soldier Boy,” you teased. He bit at your bottom lip but pulled away after only a moment.

“Oh if you want to play with him be careful what you wish for,” he said. There was a loud knock on the trailer wall and you both sat up quickly.

“Jensen! There’s a little wrap party on back lot when you’re changed,” called a voice.

“Thanks! Be there in a minute!” he shouted. He ran a hand over his face, wide eyed when he touched his neck. “Y/N! How am I gonna explain a hickey!”

“With this,” you said. You stood up and grabbed the bandana tied to the strap of his backpack, twisting it and tying it around his neck, making sure it covered the fresh mark. “Ta da.”

“You’re lucky you’re smart. And cute,” he said. You kissed his cheek and he grinned. “Coming to the party?”

“Sure. Although I do have to ask, am I meeting former co-workers or these will be your co-workers next year?” you asked. 

“Why don’t you try to get the answer out of me back in the states. You win, I’ll tell you then and there if I’m back or not. You lose...you do that thing I like.” You narrowed your eyes and he stood up. “If you’re too afraid-”

“Oh it’s on Ackles,” you said. “You are so losing.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

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