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lovebugism · 8 months

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OMG BUG I READ YOUR FICTOBER EVENT AND GOT SO EXCITED!!!

"I’ve been crocheting this throw blanket for four years and it’s finally finished. Please pretend it’s big enough and cuddle under it with me." I read this prompt and I think it would be amazing with sunshine/dizty reader x steve, its totally ok if you dont feel inspired so don't feel pressured to write it, ok love you, bye!! ♡

ty for requesting lovie :D — you make steve an anniversary present and the big softy almost cries (ditzy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

“Happy anniversary!” you squeal, clutching an ambiguously wrapped gift in your hand.

It’s not actually your anniversary today. You can’t be sure when it is, really. You and Steve were already four months deep before you realized how official things had gotten, without either of you outright making them that way. So you both just decided to celebrate the day you first met, which you thought was pretty fitting. It feels right to acknowledge the day your lives changed forever.

You stand in front of Steve where he sits on the couch and plop the present into his waiting hands. The red glitter from the sparkly hearts gets all over his golden palms. It’s rather sloppily wrapped, like there’s no real shape to whatever you had gotten him.

He thinks it might be a blanket, or maybe a beach towel you liked so much you had to wrap.

Steve holds it up to his ear and shakes it anyway. “Is it a puppy?” he jokes with a crooked grin and sparkling honey eyes.

You pout, a frown pinching your brows. “No. There’s no airholes, Steve— that’d be so dangerous.”

Steve nods. He tries to be as serious as you are, but you’re so damn cute it’s impossible not to smile. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he concurs with a squint.

He tears through the pink wrapping paper with glitter coating his fingers. He’s not surprised to find a blanket inside, but the fact that it’s handmade takes him for a loop.

It’s made of rainbow-colored square patches with different colored hearts on the front of each one. Some look more like blobs and bits of yarn straggle from a few rounded corners, but it’s the prettiest thing Steve’s ever seen. Mostly because he knows it was made by your hands.

He loves it so much he could cry.

“Holy hell, babe,” he scoffs out a laugh as unshed tears burn the backs of his eyes.

Unsure of how to gauge the reaction, you shift your weight on your feet and wring your clammy hands together. “Do you like it?" you wonder with brows furrowed in muted concern.

He drags his eyes away from the fuzzy blanket in his hands and up to you. His honey gaze glitters when it finds your own. “I love it, babe— what the hell? How long did it take you to make this?”

You shrug, innocent and sparkling. “I don’t know… ‘Bout a year, I guess.”

Steve gapes at you, eyes wide and pink mouth softly open. “You’ve been making this since we started dating?” he wonders when the words finally catch up to his reeling brain.

“Yeah…” you waver with a scrunched nose. “Is that weird?”

Too overwhelmed with a billion emotions, Steve just laughs.

He figures he must look insane, getting all emotional like he’s never seen a blanket before. One hasn’t meant this much to him before now. Nothing has, really — ‘cause it wasn’t made completely and utterly by you.

He shrugs and beams at you, wider than you’ve ever seen. “Only if it’s weird that I wanna kiss you stupid right now,” he teases, only half-joking.

“That’s very weird,” you nod, then purse your lips to the side in a futile attempt to hide the smile threatening to take over.

“Get over here, weirdo,” the boy laughs, sitting the blanket beside him and reaching for you.

His palms spread across the backs of your laughs when he’s close enough to touch you — a wide, warm, and all-consuming touch. You brace yourself on his shoulders when you lean in to kiss him, giggling against his smiling mouth when he drags you onto the couch beside him.

He smacks a more intentional kiss to your lips before pulling away from you completely. He keeps one arm around your back while his other reaches for the blanket. He shakes it out to unfold it entirely, then tries to wrap the two of you in it.

The crocheted thing only covers half of you.

Steve’s eyes are light-heartedly wide as they flit to you. “I hate to say it, babe…”

“What?” you waver, made unsure by his feigned seriousness.

“I don’t think we’re both gonna fit underneath it…”

“Yeah, we can!” you argue with a scoff, shifting closer to him. “We just gotta get real close, see?”

It doesn’t fit until you’re halfway sitting on his lap — arms wrapped around his neck, chest pressed to his. It doesn’t change how tiny the blanket is, but he’s certainly not complaining. If Steve had it his way, you’d be this close to him all the time.

“Ah, I see,” the boy nods with a poorly hidden grin. You’re so close, the tip of his nose traces up and down the bridge of yours.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you ask him in a whisper. Your smile is quieter now, bordering on serious, but there’s a mischievous twinkle in your eye he doesn’t miss. Steve nods again with raised brows, and you continue. “What if I told you that this was all intentional?”

“…Making the blanket three feet too small?”

You nod.

Steve thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “Then I’d say that you’re an evil genius. Or a total poet. One of the two, definitely— but both are equally hot.”

“Well, I was lying. It wasn’t intentional,” you confess to a crime he already knew you were innocent of. You light up again a second later, eyes sparkling just like your smile does. “But at least we get to snuggle, though, right?”

Steve laughs, high and boyish. It fills the living room with sun rays and makes your chest feel all warm. It’s like he put sunshine where your heart’s supposed to be.

He just nods and holds you closer. He’d tell you that he hopes he has a lifetime of snuggling with you if he could find the words to say it. You’ve got him tripping head over heels for you that he’d stutter too horribly for you to understand him.

But you get it, though, without him having to say a single word.

‘Cause if you could have a lifetime with him, cuddling under this exact blanket (that you accidentally knit way too small), you’d die the happiest person that’s ever walked the goddamn planet.

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mentally-a-slut · 2 months

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Staring Problem (Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader)

Rating: M (a little spicy, nothing too bad)

Summary: An innocent staring problem evolves into something out of your most romantic fantasies.

Note: Okay, so I just whipped this up to show y'all what my writing would look like, it's really last minute and unedited so don't expect too much, but I hope you like it! It's a little messy because I just kinda started writing with no real idea, but please leave feedback! Also, if enough people want it, I am open to doing a smutty part two :) enjoy!

You hadn't thought you were being obvious with your staring, but were very quickly proved wrong when Mary-Beth slid up next to you, giggling. "Enjoyin' the show?"

You spluttered and blushed at the young woman's implication, lightly shoving her. "I'm not staring!"

She giggled again and gave you a look. "I don't blame you, I do it all the time. Nothing better to do than watch the men chop wood, especially if I'm supposed to be doing chores."

"Mary-Beth! Where is that girl?"

Mary-Beth gasped. "Oops! Gotta go!"

She scuttled off back to her table, frantically fiddling with the needle and thread to make it look like she was sewing. You sighed as you tore your gaze from her, eyes settling back on the man in front of you.

Of course, you were staring. Pretty damn hard, too. But hey, when Arthur Morgan is swinging an axe in the blazing sun, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, you just have to stare.

You knew you should at least be more subtle about it, instead of standing there uselessly leaning on a wagon, but whenever your eyes snagged on him, it was almost impossible to tear them away.

You'd lost all shame anyway, ever since he sort of confronted you about your crush. It had been an awkward conversation, one filled with stuttering and apologies. He hadn't expressed any discomfort, though, and simply acknowledged the fact that you liked to stare. He didn't outright reject you, but you knew better than to read into things. And even if he wasn't interested, who were you to deny yourself a show if he didn't mind giving one?

You only tore your gaze away when you heard Miss Grimshaw turning the corner, and you hurriedly tried to look busy. It usually worked, and you were back to staring as soon as she was out of sight.

You inwardly sighed when he sent the axe splitting through the last log. Show's over.

Even as he leaned the axe against the stump and turned to leave, you couldn't avert your gaze. The light was hitting him just right, golden rays bathing his tanned skin and making him look like an angel. Your face burned when he turned and met your gaze, and he simply tipped his hat with a smile. Sometimes you wished he would straight up say something about it instead of letting you ogle him. The heat that rushed to your face every time you were caught was stifling.

You had to resist the urge to follow him and see what he was getting up to next, instead settling on joining Mary-Beth. She looked up at you with a teasing smirk when you sat down, glancing behind you at the man who held your attention. "Show's over, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing. "...Yeah."

She burst into giggled at your confession, dainty fingers going up to cover her mouth. "What's so funny?"

You started at his voice, the closeness of it surprising you. You turned to look at him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. You could've sworn there was a knowing smirk on his lips, but you chalked it up to the sun in your eyes. Even though you were facing away from the sun.

"Nothing!" you said too quickly.

"We was just talking about how she was staring at you chopping that wood."

You whipped your stare around to Mary-Beth. She just giggled and shrugged, acting innocent. "I- I wasn't-"

"S'alright, I know you were."

His words only made you want to shrink into yourself, never to see the light of day again. Mary-Beth took her leave, teasingly waving goodbye. She had just left you alone, with Arthur, a blushing mess.

"I don't- you-"

You all but yelped when he sat next to you on the log bench, close enough for your legs to brush. "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't let you do it."

"I didn't mean to stare!"

He chuckled, a low noise that traveled through your body and left goosebumps in its wake. "Yeah, you did."

You tried to come up with a valid explanation that wasn't 'I think you're really hot,' but came up short. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No need. I think it's cute, your little staring problem."

You didn't think you could blush anymore, but there he went, making you lightheaded with his words. "You... me, cute?"

His eyes met yours, and you had to stop yourself from swooning. His eyes were so blue, like shining crystals in the sunlight. "Yes, you. I thought it was obvious."

"What was obvious?"

He rolled his eyes affectionately, calloused hand brushing against yours. "That I'm sweet on you."

All coherent thought disappeared from your brain at that moment. "Huh?"

Your skin tingled as his hand grasped yours, rough fingers intertwining with yours. "I like you, sweetheart."

"Is this a joke?"

He chuckled. "No. I know I didn't really go about it right before, but what I meant to say was that I feel the same. It just... didn't come out right."

Your whole body was on fire, overwhelmed at the feeling of him so close to you. "So... you've liked me back, this whole time?"

"Mhm."

"Oh. That's... good."

"Just good?"

Your eyes found his, shining with emotion. "You know what I mean. I just can't believe..."

He stared at you, eyes shining with what must have been admiration. With his hand still holding yours, he stood, tugging you with him. "C'mere."

You stumbled after him, too awestruck to think. He led you to the spot you liked to stare at him from, the wagon obscuring the two of you from the rest of camp. Your back was to the wagon, his frame towering over you and he stood in front of you. He was close, close enough for you to lean forward and be chest to chest.

"When you stand here all clueless, drooling over me like nobody's watching," the hand that wasn't holding yours came up to rest against your cheek, "I have to force myself to keep working and not march over to you and kiss you til you can't breath."

You let out a strangled sound, breath hitching as he leaned closer. You were now trapped against the wagon, his body resting against yours. It was the best trap you'd ever been caught in.

"And when you look at me with those big, lovestruck eyes, I just wanna grab onto you and never let go."

A sigh that sounded more like a whine escaped your lips, knees threatening to give out beneath you. "Keep going."

He chuckled at your words, brushing his lips so, so close to yours.

"When you're concentrating on something, and you make those cute little noises, all I can think about is how I wanna bend you over and see what pretty little sounds I can get out of you."

"Holy shit," you whispered, eyes fluttering as his lips barely brushed against yours.

With a shaky sigh, you grabbed his collar and pulled him toward you, crashing your lips together. He let go of your hand, gripping your waist and holding you close. His lips were warm against yours, gently molding against yours. You brought a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his short strands. An involuntary whine slipped from your lips, and it was swallowed by his increasingly desperate kiss. His hand slowly moved to your back, pressing you closer.

When his tongue brushed against your lip, you gasped, and he hummed against you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You recovered quickly, meeting his tongue with yours with matching desperation. Your fingers closed in his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned softly, and the sound traveled straight to your core.

When he pulled back for air, he kept his face close to yours, blue eyes darkened as he looked down at you. "You're so pretty like this, all whiny and desperate."

His praise elicited another whine from your lips and you pulled him back against your lips. This time he kept pulling away from you in between kisses, chuckling as you chased after him. He mumbled soft words against your lips, each one making you want him more and more.

"Pretty girl."

"So good for me."

"So needy."

You whined in frustration and kissed him roughly, hands running over his body. When his hands ran over your ass and gripped your thighs tightly, you jumped up and he pressed you up against the wagon. The angle was torture, your core level with his, and the heat of your arousal was overwhelming. Your hips struggled to meet his, seeking the friction you craved, but Arthur just chuckled against your lips and held you still. "Not yet, darlin'."

You would have been embarrassed by the whine you let out if you weren't clouded with lust. You continued to wriggle against his grip, whining as he tortured you with slow, passionate kisses.

"Arthur!"

He pulled back with a groan when someone called his name, his forehead resting against yours. "Yeah?"

"Got a job for you!"

He sighed. "Be right there!"

You sighed and let your head fall against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby."

You hid your face in his neck, trying to hide the blush his words caused. "S'okay."

He gently set you down, hands settling on your waist. He lifted your face to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with his darkened eyes that held a promise for things to come.

"We'll finish this later."

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kararisa · 6 months

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darling, starling

— 16. wine-stained lips — ✦ (wc: 0.9k)

Dandelion wine is a delicacy in the heart of Mondstadt, renowned as not only the best-seller of the region’s finest Dawn Winery but also as Venti’s favorite wine. The golden-colored drink has a flavor similar to mead, adorned with a subtle undertone of honeyed sweetness. While you’ve had the pleasure of sharing a glass or two with friends, you’ve never downed a full bottle.

Though that notion certainly changed today.

It’s a scene you're familiar with: dimmed lights, faint music, you and Scaramouche on the couch, sipping on glass after glass of wine. You were talking to him about... something. Was it the wine or the concert? It was something stupid, you know that much, because Scaramouche simply sneered at your comment and drank more of his wine.

The first night Scaramouche graced Inazuma with his presence after years away was spent here in this very living room. You and your friends had downed glass after glass, catching up after an eventful dinner.

Now, nine months have passed since he came back. It’s just you and him here. All alone.

Not that it’s a bad thing, at least in your book. The conversation isn’t boring, being able to flow much more smoothly with the help of the wine. And the skinship isn’t half-bad either. His hand has been resting on your knee for a bit, and your side has been pressed close to his for however long the two of you have been seated on this sofa.

It’s just the two of you here. There isn’t a need to keep up appearances.

"So, Scaramouche," you make your hand into a fist like you're holding a microphone. "How does it feel to be dating the Zenith?"

"No comment."

You pout, "The crowd's not gonna like that; you're not giving them anything to latch on to."

"Then I say that it's none of their business."

After a moment, you shrug, "Better than nothing I guess."

The two of you were bound to be hounded by reporters eventually, so you've taken to shooting him question after question in the guise of a journalist looking for some juicy gossip.

His answers could use some work, you could say that much.

"Our sources say you were at Windborne's concert tonight. What can you say about their music?" you hold out your invisible mic.

"It was alright."

You're getting annoyed at his clipped responses. "Don't lie, you enjoyed their concert," you swirl your glass before taking a sip. "I saw you smiling when I was on stage."

"Again, I was only there because of you," he retorts. "You perform really well when you're in front of a crowd. Like you belong there."

You likely would have blushed even more if the wine hadn't run its course, "Stop trying to butter me up. You're already dating me."

“We’re not even dating. And I’m only telling the truth — you were born for the stage,” he murmurs the next part so softly that you almost miss it. ”I like seeing you perform.”

You choose not to acknowledge the fact that you heard that last sentence, opting instead to drain the remnants of your glass. Its nectarine sweetness gives you comfort, a fleeting refuge from the tension in the air. With your glass now empty, you slowly swiveled to face Scaramouche, your heart racing, and your senses on high alert.

He was already looking right at you, seemingly closer than he was just a moment ago. HIs usually neat hair was now disheveled, a subtle blush graced his cheeks, and gods were his eyes always this pretty?

You lean closer to him, purely to take a closer look at his pretty face and most definitely not for any other reasons. The red eyeliner he usually wears is smudged at the wing, his hand that was once on your knee is now resting on your arm. You're still holding your empty wine glass, spinning it in your fingers while Scaramouche inches impossibly closer. Is the warmth spreading across your body coming from where he's touching you or have you had just one glass too many?

Honesty, you can't bring yourself to care with the way he looks at you. Maybe that's the real source of the heat.

“It’s just you and me here,” you drag your fingertips across his collarbone, a teasing trail that lingers on his shoulder. “No need to get so close.”

“Give it a rest,” he mumbles, voice slurring slightly. “Like you said, it’s just us. So shut up.”

“Make me.”

He leans in closer, ever closer, and presses his wine-stained lips onto yours. Time still as your hand, which was once wrapped around your wine glass, lets it slip from your fingers. You hear a soft thud as it finds its place on your carpet, but your attention is somewhere else entirely.

His hands, soft and warm, find their way to your waist and pull you closer. The taste of wine and the scent of his cologne threaten to intoxicate you further.

You tilt your head, deepening the kiss. A soft, breathless sigh escapes you, and you feel one of his hands moving to the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine. You grip his shoulder tighter in an attempt to anchor yourself while the rapid beating of your own heart echoes in your ears.

Scaramouche breaks away from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. And you see nothing but want and need and desire in his eyes. He kisses you over and over again, each one more desperate than the last.

It’s just the two of you here — you let the world fall away as you start to run your fingers through his hair, a soft groan escaping him as you do this. Nothing else could matter in this moment.

And you’d kiss him all night if he’d let you.

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bby-deerling · 7 months

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to us (zoro x reader)

zoro x reader, fluff, i tried so hard not to make him ooc but apologies if he is! wc 623 (reposting this because it didn't appear in tags the first time... might crosspost this on ao3 too idk)

You let a heavy sigh escape your lips as you climbed up onto the barstool next to Zoro, propping your cheek up with your palm. The dimly lit bar was loud, and your head was pounding with embarrassment. The crew had made a quick stopover to get supplies before heading to Loguetown, and ended up deciding to spend the evening at a local bar; the place was a total dive, and crawling with unsavory men. Nami was on the prowl for berries, and had initially recruited you as her sidekick to help distract her unknowing targets, but you were so unpracticed at the art of seduction that you ended up putting a dent in the amount of spoils she was collecting, and she was a tad harsh with her criticism.

“You’re impossible!” she exclaimed. “You’re so awkward, it’s like watching a newborn deer trying to learn how to walk! Go have a drink with Zoro, I can handle this myself.” You nodded in response and slunk away and made a mental note to make it up to the navigator later; you knew Nami wasn’t truly that mad at you, but as the newest addition to the crew, it felt bad being the temporary target of her anger.

“Get tired of snatching wallets already?” Zoro asked as you ordered your own small bottle of sake from the bartender.

“Nami dismissed me from my post. Apparently, I’m too awkward to be a useful accomplice.” you said, tracing your fingers along the grooves and knots in the wood on top of the bar. Zoro nods to acknowledge he’s heard you, bottle of sake held to his mouth.

“Sometimes I wish I had the kind of natural charm that she has…” you continued, voice trailing off, eyes fixed downward. “I know it’s stupid, but I’m feeling really inadequate because I lack sex appeal…and—”

“It is stupid.” Zoro says, grey eyes narrowing at you as he cuts you off. “You’re a lot of things. You’re clever, driven, loyal, talented…who the hell cares about something stupid like that?”

“I hate feeling incompetent, especially in front of Nami.” you reply, eyes still barely meeting his gaze.

“So what, you’re too uncomfortable to fake being into some creep at the bar to help her out. She’ll get over it.” Zoro said. “Plus, she still owes you for not only being willing to do the worst shift of night watch every night, but sleeping outside beforehand so you don’t wake her up in the middle of the night.”

You smiled at him. “My body needs a steady routine, it works out better for everyone…plus, I don’t mind spending a bit of extra time with you.”

Zoro’s lips tug into a smirk. “I don’t mind spending time with you either.” You give him a soft smile in return, the kind that shines through your eyes with a gentle kindness, tugging at heartstrings Zoro hadn’t realized were there. Moving a smidgen closer to him as you sit up taller, you clink your bottle of sake against his.

“To us” you both think silently as the warm, grainy taste of alcohol runs down your throats; the understanding between the two of you was calming to the swordsman, who was never one for words.

Maybe someday he would figure out the right string of phrases to tell you how much he’s enjoying getting to know you, and how scary it is that you’ve started to work your way into his heart after such a short amount of time, but right now he was grateful that the smile he sends your way seems to be more than enough.

Besides, the feeling gnawing at his chest is telling him that you were feeling the exact same way.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #x reader #one piece fanfiction

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astellx · 6 months

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pink starbursts

head canons/ drabble of yuji itadori as your boyfriend!

Warnings: literally fluffy, so sweet it’s like gum rotting, suggestive tones, reader and yuji have known each other since middle school, long term relationship

-Yuji is the type to pay attention to everyone but never really go out of his way to talk to people, like I see him knowing about you for a while but never talking to you because you never talked to him. (Hes still friendly dont get me wrong!)

You first met Yuji in sixth grade. He was sat right in front of you in class, his pink hair drawing your attention. Yuji was very warm, seemingly friendly, and popular. You noticed how it was nearly impossible to dislike him. The first time you ever spoke to him was about 8 months into the school year

“Hey Y/LN, can I borrow your notes from last class I think my textbook is missing something” He asked, scratching his head awkwardly. It honestly caught you off guard because not once had he ever spoken to you nor had he ever acknowledged you before. You peered up into his eyes before nodding and pulling out a baby pink notebook.

"I like your notebook. Its kinda the same color as my hair!", he exclaimed with such a heartwarming smile. You immediately started blushing before muttering a simple thanks.

After that you opened up your notebook to the page he needed before handing it over to him. This caught his eye as he made sure to mentally take note of how you're thoughtful because, you didnt have to open the page for him yet you still chose to.

-He literally is like a little puppy, he follows you everywhere and is soo clingy (even before dating him, he just wants to be wherever you are)

-Understands platonic relationships and is the reason you guys managed to stay friends for so many years despite obvious having feelings for each other

-Likes to surprise you and speak your love language. Like im talking buying you flowers randomly one day because you mentioned you liked them and then just constantly buying you more once those die.

-He writes on sticky notes and leaves them all over your notebooks and planner since he wants you to think about him but is too scared to ruin your pretty notes (as he calls them)

-Always just holds your things mindlessly. Walking home from school.... hes wearing your backpack, going shopping.... hes holding all your shopping bags, going to the movies... hes holding the snacks and your purse. and he wont even notice he does it, there'll be times you're like "yuji can I see my wallet?" and he'll be like "why would I have it" until he realizes hes literally holding your purse

-Takes anniversaries so seriously, like its the mf Olympics to that man. Whenever you ask him about it he explains that its because he felt like he didnt ask you out properly

It was pouring so hard, distracting you from your studies. Growing up you were always terrified of thunder and heavy rain but you never told anyone because you felt it was childish. Deciding to take a break, you put your headphones on, laid down, and watched whatever video essay on youtube.

About halfway thru the video you received an onslaught of texts from your best friend Yuji

5:16pm

Hey Hey Y/N.... Y/NN..... bruh it should only take you .00003 seconds to respond to me tbh what if I was dying what if I was an ant.. would you step on me ;(

Honestly those messages alone made you forget about the storm. A smile forming on your face as you imagined him texting you before you replied

5:18 pm

you're literally crazy the way i saw these messages right as you texted them but decided to wait a little extra to respond :) and yes I would draw a circle around you, fill water in said circle, and then step on you xoxo

5:19 incoming facetime.. my dummy <3

"Yes Yuji?" you asked right after pressing the green answer button, his screen was still loading before you saw your idiot of a friend. He was covered in rain water, obviously outside; trying his best to hear you through the storm

He was holding the phone close to his ear, allowing you to see the corner of his earlobe and what looked like your neighborhood "Y/N! Come outside!" he shouted

You learned not to question him anymore because at the end of the day you always do what he asks you. You hung up before sending him a thumbs up text message. Grumpily you removed your headphones and changed into a baggy hoodie and outdoor slippers, making sure to grab an umbrella before heading outside.

There he was, holding a beautiful boquet of red roses, different from the usual yellow sunflowers he buys you. 'Y/NN can I take you out?" he asked, slightly shivering from the cold rain water. Noticing this you moved forward placing the umbrella over the both of you before replying mockingly "We are out right now."

"No like.. let me be your boyfriend"

"Oh um okay.. yeah "

To say it was kinda messy was an understatement, you and Yuji had been best friends for ages but it was obvious you guys liked each other, he didnt really need to ask you out because in your mind he was basically your boyfriend already. So you found it very casual. Him on the other hand had planned for it to be like a movie, teeth clashing in a feverous kiss, hands groping each other, while whispering beautiful confessions. And then to find out you hate the rain also made him feel like he failed. So now every anniversary you have together he makes sure to make it as romantic and passionate as can be to "redo" the original thing

-Has a memo on his phone of all your orders from every restaurant or fast food place. He makes sure to update them if they change. He loves this because he loves surprising you. Especially if your feeling down or sick hes literally at your door with your comfort meal and a movie for you guys to watch

-Fake proposed to you with ring pops and forced Nobara and Megumi to film it for him

-Loves kissing you all over your face and he definitely calls it a kiss attack. If your being too sassy or have an attitude he says the kissy monster is gonna leave a kiss attack on your face and it immediately makes you laugh

-Fights with him never last because hes so receptive! His communication skills are perfect... "Hey babe I didnt like that joke you made because it made me insecure." "Okay Im sorry baby I wont make it again, is there anyway I can make you feel better?" Its just that easy for him because the respect he has for you is out of this world

-He is the king at intimacy, he just knows your body so well!

-He likes moderate PDA, handholding, hugs, simple kisses. Hes too shy for anything else but is never afraid to show you off

-Whenever he talks about you he just always refers to you as 'my lover' or 'my prince/princess/ royalty'

-Supports your plushie addictions, like what was that you wanted this hello kitty plushie from amazon. Boom its there literally the next day

-Really bad at being on time, he'll remember dates but never times

"Hey Yuji, dont forget we made plans with Megumi and Nobara for 6pm tomorrow okay." you mumbled thru the minty foam of your toothpaste.

He smiled at the sight of you (messily) brushing your teeth before screenshotting and then replying "Mhm dont worry my love, I made sure to put a reminder on my phone, were meeting at a sushi place right?"

"Yep! But Megumi had to call like a bunch of times to get us a reservation, so please be there on time"

"Of course babe, Im not Gojo senseii"

Its safe to say he was at the restaurant at 5 calling you all, asking why no one else was there yet. When you explained the reservation was at 6 he swore you said 5 before laughing and cheering about how at least hes not late.

-Asks you to move in with him by proposing but instead of there being a ring, its the spare key. When you start tearing up at what you thought would be an engagement proposal he quickly stands up before explaining its not what you think. You didnt talk to him for the rest of the night. But you said yes!

-After everything is successfully moved and set up, he suggests that you guys "bless the house" as he calls it. Safe to say that house no longer smelt brand new after that night and everything was thoroughly broken into ;)

-You guys live with each other for about a year before he does pop the question to you infront of your childhood home, in the rain. reminding you of when he first asked you out

a/n: i hope you guys liked this! its my first ever time writing something like this but yuji just is such boyfie material I had to! pls share your luv if you liked this or want more :3

#jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #yuji x reader

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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Forbidden Love between Levi x Reader just pure fluff where like she's a princess and he's her knight to protect her, no context needed just fluff 🤭.

YOUR MIND. I LOVE YOUR MIND.

knight!levi who swore on his life to protect you at all costs – even if it means giving himself up for you. yet, who also swore to never fall in love with you because there's no way that could actually happen.

knight!levi who guards your door every morning and every night, waiting for the sound of your voice to call his name. at times, he couldn't help but want to hear you call out for him just so that he could be closer to you. in his mind, he was convinced it was only out of pure duty to ensure of your safety and that it would be guaranteed by him in your direct presence. though, deep down, it was because he couldn't stand the thought of being apart from you for even a second.

knight!levi who brushes through the messy strands of your hair with your hairbrush and occasionally steals glances at your restless posture through the dusty mirror. his brows furrow, letting his fingers slip through to gently caress at your scalp.

"how long did you stay up for last night? you look like a zombie," his voice is forward and could be seen by anyone else as a bit disrespectful towards his lady, but just to you, you fondly smile at him as if acknowledging his concern.

"a little past midnight, i had some paperwork to take care of, princess duties."

"would it kill you to get a few more hours of sleep than that? i'll do your shitty paperwork for you," he firmly says, noticing your eyes slightly widening at his proposition. of course it's out of his place to say such a thing, he's nothing more than a mere knight in shining armor awaiting for danger to strike at any given moment.

knight!levi who is quick in his apologises afterwards and urges himself to leave as soon as he entered – until he felt your hand surround the flesh of his wrist, hoping that he'll stay. you want him to stay.

"i'll get more sleep, i promise. can you please help me finish getting ready?"

knight!levi who couldn't refuse you even if he so wanted to, because he could feel himself give in to you the more he stays, the more he touches you, the more he is with you. you tempt him so much without even trying. you could talk about all the stars in the universe or the sand that grains the earth, yet all he could think about is how beautiful his own universe is front of him – you.

knight!levi who accompanies you on your daily walks around the palace with nowhere else to run to, because these 4 walls are what you've known your whole life. sometimes, he finds himself dreaming of a small cabin where the two of you can easily roam free to the nearest lake or climb the tallest mountain together. together. he can see it all so well, but the position of knight and princess makes it nearly impossible. perhaps, one day or maybe in another life both of you could be granted that freedom.

knight!levi who eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. he makes sure that the food is cooked exactly how you like it, that your cravings and sweet tooth are satisfied because he is the only person to have ever known these small things about you. he'll wipe the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin or sometimes even with the tip of his thumb, because he knows how messy of an eater you can be.

knight!levi who can't hide his feelings for any more capacity than his heart will allow. knight!levi who loves you to the ends of the earth, that he would gather up all your desires and needs and fulfill them in any way that he could. knight!levi who cares deeply for your heart, soul and mind that he can hardly contain it anymore. knight!levi who is yours forever and has always been yours.

knight!levi who stands at your door, shifting uncomfortably between his right and left leg, thinking about stupid he must look right now to the guards who walked past him. his hand meets the wood of the door, knocking once, twice, then thrice. he's holding his breath and for some time, he wasn't breathing.

knight!levi who waited patiently for your footsteps to be audible to his ears and soon heard the creaks of the door pry slowly open. your eyes appeared to have been deprived of sleep, but you greeted him with the same enthusiasm as you always have, as if the life in your eyes were brought back to life.

knight!levi who can't seem to get the words that itched desparately at his throat and instead, ushers you inside of your room and closing the door behind him. he looks less composed than usual and you began to grow worried at his frantic expression as you sat on your bed. your immediate thought was that someone had broken into the castle or was plotting a rivalry against your kingdom, but as soon as levi got to his knees in front of you, taking your hands into his and bowing his head – almost in.. shame? you knew it had to be about something completely different.

knight!levi who was quiet in words, but coherent enough to reach you,

"i can no longer hold this in, milady. if my words are nothing but indecent to you, i would ask to resign from my position as your knight, but you must know this now, that-"

knight!levi who finally gathers the courage to look up at you with such earnest, you couldn't turn away. he finishes with the remainder of his shakened breath,

"i am in love with you. i can hardly fucking stand near you without having the urge to pull you in because i crave for your heart so badly. i lay awake most nights dreaming of what it would feel like to be beside you. i cannot concentrate because you constantly plague my mind as if you own it."

the unwelcomed silence filled every corner of your candlelit room and the tensed breathing between the two of you was all that could be heard.

as speechless as you were left, the rest of your body spoke for you. your palms met the tops of his hands, tenderly circling your thumb around his calloused skin. your lips were parted and he continued to look up at you as if you were the last thing his eyes could devour. you leaned down and slowly closed the distance between your curious faces. one of your hands reached out for his nape, grounding yourself before placing a clumsy kiss on his lips.

knight!levi who didn't pull away nor did he move from where he knelt. his eyes were slightly opened to a half-lid and his hands were still cupped by yours. he was no expert in initiating physical touch whatsoever, but he wanted to try just for you.

knight!levi who moves his hands from your lap to the sides of your face, arising from the floor but never breaking the kiss. he situates himself beside you, keeping one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. it was passion, it was love. everything that couldn't be said in words was perfectly conveyed in an array of kisses and the molding of your body to his.

knight!levi who didn't want this to ever end, who wanted to be stuck here in a bubble of warmth with you forever. for as long as this night will allow for it, he will savor every part of you. he would worship you as if you were his temple and he wouldn't want to stop even when the morning rises.

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

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littlekohai77 · 2 months

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Muse Dating headcanons

{𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. }

:𝟶 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 :𝟹

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR BALD JIWOO IS GONNA COME FOR YOU, NSFW content, combining two requests, edging, overstimulation, muse being a tease, squirting.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

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He definitely chugs down 'respect women juice' every morning at 5 am religiously.

I mean, his mentor is a woman so she's bound to teach him how to treat a lady.

His attraction towards you is something he is aware of but refuses to acknowledge. Not wanting to tangle you up in his mess or just because he fear that from then on he won't ever be able to keep a straight face in front of you.

But his mentor, Supri Baster obviously catches onto what he's hiding.

It's not obvious. The signs are so small. Like the little quirk at the corner of his lips wherever he catches sight of you. The little momentary pause in whatever he's doing as you walk by. The way he seems to talk a little more than necessary whenever conversing with you. The way he's a little distracted whenever you're around.

They're little signs. Almost invisible but as his mentor, nothing can go unnoticed by her.

She makes sure to give him a little talk. Nudging him to actually make a move instead of following after you like some lovesick puppy.

So treat her with respect and treat her well.

Anyway now to the established relationship part.

He's the finest gentleman in all the lands.

If there's anything bothering you, he's ready to help but also knows when to back off and let you fight your own battles.

He's just the right amount of protective. Always talking note of your safety. Asking you if that person's actions or comments are genuinely bothering you and if you want him to do something about it.

Of course he's sheathing in anger, infuriated and over come with a desire to crush their skulls in. But what matters to him more, is what you want. You're the one being subjected to their torment after all, so it's only up to you to decide.

You get the point. He respects your choices and decisions no matter if he thinks you're being too merciful. He will make suggestions but that's as far as he'll go.

Although if said decision involves your safety, that respect for your wishes partially gets thrown out the window. He loves you and wants to live. Is that so hard to understand? He'll cry and beg on his knees if that's what if takes for you to understand.

He's an ogle-r. He stares when you apply lipstick/lip balm to your lips, watches intently as you smack your lips together and then starts to feel dizzy cause you're literally so fucking pretty.

The best way to apply chapstick in his opinion, is by kissing you.

He's so sweet it's literally making your teeth rot.

He gives you compliments a lot on the daily.

His love language mostly consists of words of affirmation and acts of service.

He always keeps his words. If he promises something to you, it's going to happen no matter how unrealistic or bizarrely impossible it might sound.

And if you do the same, prove through your actions that you do care about him and keep your word, he'll be head over heels for you. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

He's also a copycat. Falling under the common phenomenon among couples. He copies your unique phrases, your walking speed, your music taste etc.

One thing he's especially mindful of is to always walk behind or beside you, never ahead of you as this always helps him keep an eye of you.

Dates with him consist of a healthy balance of shopping sprees, fine dining and domestic activities.

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He gives off major service Dom vibes. But he's not boring! He doesn't just simply do whatever you ask for like a servent. Oh no no~

Remember, he's the one in control here. He's the one knuckle deep in your sweet cunny.

Be mindful of what you say to him.

If you're uptight, he's going to have a lot of fun breaking you.

He's going to make you utter every dirty desire in that sweet little heart of yours. Make you voice everything you want him to do to you. Every detail. How you want him to hold you. How you want him to sink his teeth into you like you're his prey. How you want him to shove another one of his fingers in. How you want him to fuck his fingers into you faster. How you can't take it anymore. How it's all too much for you. How you don't want him to stop.

He's evil in the way he stops just as you're tethering on the edge of falling apart, the coil in your lower tummy getting so tight that it's about to burst.

He's got the tongue of a serpent. Cooing at you, telling you that he'll let you come this time as he rubs in slow deliberate circles on your little twitching nub. You know he's lying and yet you fall for it every time.

He holds your cute little face in his hands as he licks your fat tears off your blushy cheeks, bullying his cock into your abused pussy as you keep sobbing and begging him to finally, to just please let you come.

And let you come he does. He doesn't stop until all you can remember is his name. Until you're babbling incoherent half sentences, cross-eyed and oh so pretty. He doesn't relent until you've drenched his torso, thighs and the sheets under you in your release.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.. . 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

#eleceed #eleceed x reader #frame #eleceed frame #webtoon eleceed #eleceed muse #muse x reader #muse x reader smut

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themultifanshipper · 1 month

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Sorry for creeping on your Lando posts. I love another person who can understand nuance. Lol

Things are rarely black and white. I can be upset with Lando for saying that, while at the same time acknowledging he was placed in an impossible situation by his boss, was on the high of his first win, and was most certainly told not to say anything negative about him. I also understand his thought process of “a former president, an office that is held in high regard, said some stuff to me, that’s an honor I guess.”

I don’t agree at all. I would never say anything close to that. But I’m also not in front of the world at a press conference in Tr*mp’s home state (one of the most right wing in America, I’d argue). With sponsors breathing down my neck.

Like, I am grossed out, and hate that he made such an awful comment, as throwaway as it was. But I’m also able to imagine how that situation and question placed him in a position that no matter what he said would upset someone and went with what pr probably coached him to say. 🙄

I dunno. Maybe I’m wrong. I’m a huge Lando fan, which I acknowledge can make me biased. But I need to point out that I’m also an asexual queer non binary person so it’s not like I’m a straight white girl thirsting over him. No shade intended to those that fit that description, I only bring it up because the label “Lando fangirls” is being used to describe the people defending him. And I resent being misgendered like that. That’s a whole other issue though. Lmao

Thank you for reading this word vomit. Speaking of vomit- I want to physically throw up thinking about what he said. 🤦‍♀️ Why did fuxking Zak Brown have to do that. Hate that guy.

Okay sorry for this entire message. 🙃

No worries, I love reading rants lmao, also I did make the point in a previous post about florida that if he had told Donald (gonna call him donald now it's hilarious) to fuck off there would have been riots. Lmao

#f1 #formula 1 #ask #lando norris #miami gp 2024 #donald trump

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theheirofthesharingan · 4 months

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I saw you reblogged a post requesting asks so here is my contribution. Feel free to ignore, because it is probably a difficult question.

So, the Uchiha burdened Itachi with their problems and used him against the village even though he was just a child. From your posts I see you defend this and there is no much to argue here, it is pretty obvious it is true regardless of the legitimate reasons they had to oppose the village. So, in your opinion, and based on the situation they were in, what would have been your course of action if you were in their place? In Fugaku's place, let's say. What should they have done taking into account that even leaving the village peacefully can be considered treason.

I just don't have the slightless idea and I think maybe you are the right person to come up with a good analysis of this.

Great blog, by the way. Happy to see a space to love both Sasuke and Itachi, it is so rare. Enjoy the day/night, whatever it is at your end.

Hey!

Yes, it is a difficult question because of the possibilities and AUs it can conjure. I'll try to answer it as best as I can.

The Uchiha clan was doomed from the start. From the time of Madara and Hashirama, I mean. It was always a one-sided game where Uchiha were always seen as an afterthought. As a goodwill gesture, Hashirama tried to offer Madara the Hokage seat and then deserted him. Okay, maybe there was some weight in what Tobirama said.

Hashirama was the driving force behind the truce and the village. It was his vision that he never gave up on and continued to fight for despite Madara not being in the picture. Uchiha also acknowledged his contribution. They lived in a warring era, so everyone was fed up with this perpetuatal violence and hate, Uchiha included. That makes Tobirama's next words about them bullshit. Unlike both Madara and Tobirama, Hashirama - who had also lost his siblings - tried to look at the bigger picture. The problem was that he chickened out of his promise he made to Madara in the last moment, which is a major breach of trust on both personal and diplomatic fronts. Both Madara and Hashirama were clan leaders and must have had the abilities required to carry on the responsibility of the village. Yes, the village was growing with other clans coming to live in and you needed abled leaders, Hashirama should have thought of it before rather than changing his stance after the proposing Madara the Hokage seat. They were both capable of handling the village, and one would always have the back of the other, because they had seen some of the worst alone, and endured the same things since their childhood.

Then, Hashirama backed out. And Madara attacked the village multiple times, slowly tarnishing the name of the Uchiha clan, who wanted nothing more than to live in peace.

To summarize it, the conflict in which Itachi was brutally used was bigger than him, Fugaku, and the clan itself. It was a deeply rooted prejudice that had taken hold because of the events of the past. It would be impossible to get rid of it and also convince the village that they were oppressed.

If they tried violent methods for it (coup d'état), it would be the end for the clan in more ways than one. It was never, ever the answer to the oppression, especially because lives were not at stake with this.

What else could they have done?

Diplomacy.

It was like shooting an arrow in the dark with the coup which may or may not have been successful, so why not try something else before taking the destructive path?

Obito mentions Hiruzen wanted to buy some time, but it wasn't enough. In Itachi's memories we see Hiruzen saying the same. Though from his Midnight novel we know Hiruzen didn't do much to help the cause and was secretly okay with the clan's extinction. It might not have been entirely due to hate or prejudice that Danzo had; instead it was 'I will not have to work on this issue too much, too long if the clan's dead completely since they're not backing out.'

It's a valid argument that since Hiruzen knew about the clan's displeasure with the system, he could have reached out too. It was his duty. However, as the marginalised group the clan could also have reached out, instead of, you know, throwing a 10-year-old child to do the spying for them, collect the information, and then attack the government.

The idea of the coup was shortsighted and upto no good. This is when the Uchiha did have some power in their hands.

They had their roots set deep into the Anbu as well.

The Uchiha police force had enough power to arrest anyone except for the Anbu (they could arrest any other Shinobi and civilians).

They had their connections in Anbu. Like I said before, pressurizing Hiruzen into taking an action and letting him know of their plight would have been a better idea than sending a child to spy for them. It was a matter of 'we'll see what happens' anyway. So why not first reach out to seek support and then do something about it if your demands are not met? It would most likely come to that eventually, but making a noise, letting others know, would have been better than sending Itachi into it. There might have been some dissenters who might have supported them, and helped their cause.

In Itachi's novels, which elaborate on the oppression, the clan looking for negotiation is never mentioned either. Historically, too, going against the village had resulted in the complete annihilation of a clan.

It all boils down to taking one more chance with the negotiation before taking the drastic measures.

One more thing that would make more sense than what they actually did, would have been waiting for the old geezer i.e., Hiruzen to die. If they weren't planning the coup d'état, Konoha would have no reason to kill them. Hiruzen wasn't immortal. He would have died at one point.

Koharu and Homura recommended Jiraiya instead of Danzo to be the fifth Hokage. In Kakashi's filler arc, Hiruzen kicks him out after the massacre, but manga doesn't provide any such information. When he's introduced he's already the leader of the Root.

There are countless possibilities on the outcome of Konoha Crush with Uchiha being in the picture. But let's say it does happen and Orochimaru causes enough damage and kills Hiruzen, the old man is dead, which gives way to the fifth Hokage. By this time Shisui must be grown up. There's a possibility he might have been Hiruzen's successor. If not him, and Tsunade does show up as Hiruzen's successor, the kind of person we know she is, she would be far more compassionate towards the clan.

Unlike Hiruzen she put Danzo and the other two elders in their place. She took stand for Naruto. She had immense respect for Kakashi as well. I strongly believe she would have been the perfect person to understand and help the clan. I don't view her as a one-dimensional 'loyal to Konoha' woman as her predecessors were, who wanted to protect the landmass rather than lives of the civilians.

Given her character I imagine her to be able to separate the cause of the clan's dissatisfaction towards the village and work on it. She wasn't blind in prejudices like others were.

I also imagine she'd dote on both Itachi and Sasuke. And Itachi might be her successor since in the novel he wanted to be one.

Also, thank you for the kind words. I know it's super rare to find people who love both the brothers. So it's nice to come across people who share my love for them both.

#itachi #tsunade #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #anti hiruzen #anti danzo #anti konoha #ask #anon

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Castle of glass: Frank Castle x fem!reader

my fav @somest1 was in need of hurt/comfort with Punisher so how could I refuse? :D :D

A/N: My first Frank fanfiction so pls, be understanding since he may be a bit ooc.

Summary: Secrets and understatements are relationship killers. And Frank is walking on thin ice with it. In his case, this may be the reason of someone getting phisically hurt.

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„Frank.”

The only answer was his back turned to her and silent hum, barely audible, almost like a sign he acknowledged her presence, not able to ignore it, but didn’t wish to talk.

“Frank.” She tried again, this time her voice stronger, more confident, yet not enough to make him speak. “Damn it, Castle, answer me, what the hell happened!?

“Nothing you should be worrying about.” He muttered not changing position to face her and his behavior finally made her loose it.

“Nothing…? Nothing I should be worrying about?! Do you even hear yourself, Frank? Your face is all over the news! People are after you!”

“It’s nothing” he insisted

“God damn it, why are you so stubborn?” she circled the room and sat on the carpet in front of him in an attempt to catch his attention, but of course, since he was the Punisher, intimidating, tough and unwavering he did not give up. At least for the first five minutes. “Frank.” She spoke again silently reaching for his hand making him raise head and focus eyes on her face “Come on, tell me. What did you do?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked with that hoarse, a bit shaking voice.

“Frank…..” Y/N eyes looks so pleading, almost begging him to stop playing whatever game this was

“Do you?”

“Of course I do. But…..”

“Then I need you to keep doing that.” He grabbed her hand tighter “Whatever you hear or see I need you to believe me. Do you understand? They will try to play with your mind, break us apart, set you against me. “

“Who….?” Her voice shook a bit “Frank, you are scaring me now….”

“I’m sorry, honey. But I can’t say anything more. It will put you in more danger than…..”

“So I am in danger?”

“I will protect you.” he assured

“Mhm. I’m sure. But who will protect you?”

“I can handle myself.”

“Right. You’ve got enough prove of that on your face and all over your body. Why are you still doing this?”

“I need to set some things straight.”

“I don’t understand a single thing from what you are saying to me.” She stood up abruptly and once again started circling the room in nerves, not able to sit still and look at him, still unfazed. He was so withdrawn and persistent. Always feeling like he had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulder. Torn between not wanting to drag anyone into his mess and yet, ending up making people that cared about him with mixed emotions – stress, fear, anger, pain…..

“I need you to …..”

“Trust you, you said it!” she spat “And I already told you I do! But you are making it nearly impossible for me. I never asked you to change, all right! All I needed from you was honesty.” She sighed deeply, frustrated and feeling betrayed. “Why won’t you keep me in the dark, Frank? Still. We’ve been together for a while now and….”

“And look where it got you!” he raised and took a step towards her, his clenched fists and narrowed eyes making her stumble back. “Look how your life looks like right now! No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try you are still scared!”

“I……”

“What, huh? What?!” he yelled at her not realizing how his emotions were controlling him now

“This is so unfair, Frank.” She sobbed “you are being unfair. And wrong. I am not scared about my life. I am scared about you. I know your past, I know what you did, all that violence and hardheadedness. And I know that other part you are trying to cover up for so much. I know that you care, I know that you are not a monster people portray you like. But it’s so fucking hard to have to discover it all by myself, because you won’t tell me a single thing!”

“I can’t!”

“Of course you can’t! Of course you can’t tell my why you are accused of a shooting in the Hell’s kitchen! I’m sure you can’t explain to me why your former lawyers and my closest friends are calling me asking what the fuck you are doing.”

“Murdock?”

“Yes, Matt and Foggy. Oh, and Karen. She is fairly disappointed in you, let me let you. Not that is bothers you, of course. You are that one person who are stuck so much in your own ways you can’t change them! You’d rather burn than speak!”

“Y/N…..”

“I trust you Frank, I really do. But you are stepping on very, very thin ice right now. And I think I need to be alone for a while. You can go fix whatever mess you got yourself into and ….. possibly find me later.”

“I need you to stay here. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Mhm, sure. See you later Frank” she turned around crossing her arms, the only sound she heard was slamming of the door. Stay here, damn my ass! He is not the boss of me. Y/N clenched her hands and without any more hesitation reached for the phone, dialing familiar number.

“Karen? I got s story and I think I could use your help in pursuit.”

***

“Thanks again for your help, Karen. You are like the only person I could ask for this favor.”

“I know. I would never back down from a good story.”

“The one that can set things straight?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at her blonde friend, unknowingly using the same words Frank choose while speaking to her a few hours later.

“Hey, you help Frank, I help Matt.”

“ So the devil got himself in some trouble as well.”

“Can’t remember the time where he did not.” Karen sighed “the shooting?”

“So you’ve heard…..”

“Y/N, be serious, everyone heard. It’s all over the news.”

“So I guess Matt believed it?”

“No.”

“No?” Y/N frowned. Considering Matt’s character and his relationship with Frank, both in civil and in the other impersonation this was quite surprising .

“No.” Karen shook her head “If anything, he had one of those hunch of his, you know what I mean” Karen rolled her eyes “and despite any rational argument decided to get to the bottom of it. Figure out who was a real perpetrator behind this …. Massacre.” And it got news talking about devil turning to the dark side.”

“This is not good. They are not in the best of terms and if they meet ……”

“They’ll be fine. We saw them working together before.”

“And it got them both bloodied and beaten up.”

“Nothing new, I guess.” The blonde shrugged

“And yet we are here to do exactly the same thing.”

“You are too modest, Y/N. We both know we are way better than both of them combined.”

“I’ll drink to that.” The girls laughed lightly. It was nice to have somewhat humorous approach but deep inside they were aware of the seriousness of the task they were up for.

***

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Two men were standing on the rooftop in front of each other. A second ago one of them was crouching on the edge, observing the group in the opposite building, but hearing soft landing behind reached for his gun and pointed it towards the other.

“Come on, Frank, I come in peace.” Matt Murdock in his Daredevil gear smirked “if I didn’t know better I would say you are scared.”

“You value yourself too much, Red.”

“And that is coming from you.”

Slowly Matt moved towards Frank and the latter lowered the weapon.

“I believe we have common interests here.”

“I work alone.”

“So do I. But this time ….”

“It’s no different this time.”

“It is.”

“You’re starting to get on my nerves here, Murdock.” Matt did not even bother to reply to that accusation. “I’m gonna ask you once again – why. The hell. Are you. here?”

“I got some bad press.” As if that sentence wasn’t vague enough

“So?”

“I need to clear my name.”

“You mean, devil’s name.” Frank snorted “I never took for the one who cared about reputation.”

“The girls are chasing this story as well.”

“Y/N?” Frank’s heartrate picked up significantly and Matt smirked. They had a fight.

“Alongside with Karen.”

“I told her to …..”

“And she is known for her listening, right? The only way to keep them safe is if we uncover the truth first. You know I’m right.”

“I hate you, Red.”

“What have you got till now?’

Seems like they were about to work together after all.

***

“So there was no suspicious activity in the neighborhood in that time?” Y/N was interrogating one of the residents in the area with her most doe-like eyes, acting all innocent, like a scared little girl. This was something that always got people soft and talking.

“Sorry, doll. I was watching a football match. Heard nothing due to all my shouting. Can you imagine that this damn team….”

“Thank you so much, sir.” she cut him off and walked away before he could get the chance to bore her with all the unimportant sport details.

“Anything?” Karen asked when Y/N crossed the street and approached her.

“Nope. Apart from some new knowledge of insects and soccer. You?”

“I may have a lead.”

“Of course you do. I don’t understand how you do that …..”

“Practice” Karen smiled “we will have to go to one of the bad areas.”

“Are there any different ones here, because I don’t think so.”

“But it’s getting dark, we will have to be careful.”

“Tell me something new, Karen. You are the one with the gun in your purse, so I guess I will have to hide behind you if we get in trouble. Now, where do we go?”

***

“Tell us what you know!” Matt and Frank where alternately yelling at the bloodied and almost unconscious man, five or six others defeated on the floor, leaving a gruesome trail of their actions.

“you two truly are pathetic and desperate….” The crime boss known under the alias Gold laughed mockingly “I’m not a snitch. You’ll get nothing from me.”

“I bet we can find a way to ….” Frank put a gun towards Gold’s head almost expecting Matt to stop him, but it never came.

“You assume your little gun can help you, Castle. Funny as it is. I’m not afraid of death….”

“You’re not dying just yet.” Matt hissed “it won’t be so easy……”

***

Karen and Y/N hesitantly approached suspiciously looking dive bar, the feeling of danger amplified by the quietness of the district and by the flicking street lights.

“Karen…..”

“I know……”

“Maybe we should……?”

“But we’ve come so far…..”

“But still, this is way above our level of expertise …….”

“As much as I hate to admit it, you may be right.”

“So, do we?”

“Not so fast you two!” deep voice made two girls froze in the spot. Soon they heard footsteps of many other people around, surrounding them, blocking any way out.

“Shit.” Both girls hissed in unison getting closer to each other in poor attempt to stay calm.

***

“Will you hurry up, RED?!”

“You are the one who are slowing us down!”

“Shut the fuck up! Y/N is in danger now!”

“So is Karen!”

***

“Sweet, little, pathetic and innocent little girls. You came here looking for trouble or fun?”

“We can give you fun.”

“Even if it’s just going to be such from our point of view.”

Y/N and Karen were captured, taken to the basement and thrown into the middle of it, five criminals watching them like prays. While Y/N decided it would be best to just stay quiet and not give them any satisfaction Karen had a different plan in her head.

“Are you all responsible for the firefight?”

“Are you a journalist, dearie? You want information? Guess you will have to work harder to get any.”

“I don’t really need them. I already figured out the truth.”

“Karen.” Y/N hissed warning her friend not to go any further with her words.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” the other girl hissed “I think you act delusional! Can’t you see, we are in deep shit!”

“Well, well, well, I guess we got one who got some reason inside.” One of the man chuckled “good for you, girl. If you …. entertain us, we may even consider letting you out. As for your friend, not so sure. She is way too unruly, for her own good.” He came closer grabbing Karen’s chin making her look straight into his face.

“How would you like me to entertain you?” Y/N’s sultry voice distracted him enough to let go .

“I’ve got some ideas. First of all, I don’t like that little T-shirt of yours.”

“Y/N what the hell are you doing?!” Karen cried ‘Stop it!”

“Hush, quiet, I’m sure we can work our way with those gentlemen.”

“Willing one, aren’t you. I like it.”

“Do you? Maybe you can convince my friend to join the game as well. What do you wish to do with us?”

“I’ve had so many girls during the years, you know, baby. So many different races transported from one place to another, here and there but you are the only one who are so open to the ideas”

“How am I different from them?” Y/N continued her flirting “is it my voice? My lips? My body?”

“They were always fighting. When we captured them and talked calmly they never listened. Just like your friend. Little sluts. We had to use some pills to actually convince them.”

“Oh….. how rude of them.” It was getting harder to keep the serious voice. This idiot had no idea what he was just doing, hypnotized by her words and the way she was sticking out her breasts.

“But you….. I might keep you to myself. You seem far too precious to sell you to anyone else.”

“Can you untie me then?”

“Boss!” before Y/N got what she wanted the person who was on the lookout outside came running inside

“What the fuck, now!?”

“We got company! And I don’t mean those girls! Daredevil and Punisher!”

“WHAT! You brought them here!?”

“We did not!”

“Right. Like I believe you! And we were just getting acquainted! Too bad I will be forced to hurt you, baby. Just like I did before when someone got too interested in my business and we had to open fire. Now come here, little one” he grabbed Y/N pointing towards one of his minder instructing him to do the same with Karen. “We’re leaving.”

***

“Get the girls! I’ll hold them back!”

***

“Y/N!” shooting left and right Frank got the room where the boss escaped with the girls, now keeping Y/N close to his, pointing a knife to her throat. “Let her go or I’ll kill you.”

“Before the bullet gets to me she’ll be already bleeding out. If you lower your gat however I may consider letting her go.

“Bullshit!”

“Right. It is, pure bullshit.” He smiled vindiclively and without any hesitation slit the girl’s throat.

“Y/N!” Frank and Karen yelled and from that moment the events turned unexpected turn.

***

Four people were crowded in the tiny room. Foggy joined his friends as soon as he could, after receiving disturbing call from Karen who was sobbing and in shaky voice described him what happened.

Three of them dressed neatly in black, the last one refusing to choose this color and instead straying in his casual, ruffled clothes. Karen had flowers in her hands but she lacked any strength to hold them properly so they dangled dolefully. No one said a single word and it made the whole situation even more tragic. This is not how it was supposed to go. This was never supposed to happen.

Each one of them, were immersed in their own thoughts and feelings.

Karen was utterly broken, Foggy still processing the situation (since he wasn’t present at the scene), Matt angry and Frank….. Frank was just standing in front of the window, without a single emotion on his face. His whole body stiff, his eyes unmoving, fists clenched. It was his fault. Again. It was all on him. She was right from the beginning. If he was honest with her it would never ended up like this. This was on him and he would never never live it through.

“Frank….” Karen noticed the catatonic state he was in and approached him quietly “frank?”

“FUCK!” he yelled taking her by surprise even if it was predictable.

“It’s not….” she started

“Don’t even started it. It is because of me! I should have stopped her and now…. now…..” his voice broke

“Y/N’s sot the person who could be stopped and you know it.”

“I just can’t …..” acting out of character he hid his face in hands “not again…..”

Seconds after Y/N got her throat cut, Matt came running through the door, aiming straight at the crime boss taking him down in a few, well aimed punches and kicks. Only then he had some time to wrap his head around the situation. Karen was crying and shaking on the ground next to Frank, who was holding Y/N in his arms, cradling her close, getting his hands and chest dirty and bloodied with her blood flowing freely.”

“It’s gonna be all right, baby, it’s gonna be all right. Just stay with me, please.”

“Frank.” Matt’s voice got the other man’s attention “We need to….”

“No. No, we don’t need to anything. I will take her.”

“Be serious. We are still wanted. We can’t just walk into the hospital. I’ll call Claire, she will help us. Fuck! Take the help, Frank. You’re not the only one who cares about her!”

Castle just muttered something under his nose but nodded and as quick as it was possible they transported bleeding out girl to the medical facility hoping it was not too late to save her.

While Frank carried Y/N outside something dropped from the girl’s pocket. Dictating machine. She got it all on record. The confession of the criminals. Now, thanks to her sacrifice, it was possible to set things straight.

“It’s gonna be fine, Frank. We will…..”

“It’s time.” Foggy interrupted them before any words were said. “We can go in now.”

“Maybe we should let Frank do it alone at first.” Matt chimed in “we can wait.” His eyes crossed Frank’s who just nodded and surprisingly quiet entered the adjacent room.

***

The clarity, sterility and brightness of the place was tragicomic contract to the way he looked like in his dark, messy clothes. Y/N was lying in the bed in the middle, looking innocent, pale, fragile and to small surrounded by the much bigger bedframe. Just another victim of rumble she should never be involved in, hurt, broken and yet, so peaceful. Frank clenched his jaws, since this was the only way for him to avoid screaming or breaking something. He could not stand seeing her this way. So…. lifeless. Seconds stretched into hours when he approached her, examining girl’s face.

“Y/n…..” he spoke with desperation in his voice, begging any higher entity he did not believe in to bring her back to him. “please…..”

“ Frank….?” Y/n stirred in her sleep, the first word in her lips being his name. And then she open eyes, her e/c orbs meeting his. “Hi…..” she whispered softly.

“ Y/N…..” he grabbed her hand, bringing it to his face “I thought I lost you…..”

“How …. How long was I out?”

“Three days.”

“What happened?” she tried to lift herself up, but since it took too much strength she gave up and fell back onto the pillows.

“How much do you remember?”

“I…..” her hand involuntarily travelled to her throat “do I have a scar? Am I a badass now?”

“You were always a badass.” He admitted “Y/n…. I’m sorry…..”

“For what?”

“You were right.”

“Hm? Can you say that again? I was right?”

“Don’t.” he warned, corners of his lips lifting slightly

“Ok. But I need you to promise me something Frank. Right now, while you looking at me here. I need you to swear to me you will be honest with me from this time on. So I can help, having all the information. So I won’t have to search for my own and get hurt. Or worse, see you hurt. I am not a helpless little girl you take me for.”

“You surely look like one now, sweetheart. I was really scared about you. The doctors barely saved you……”

“This is a taste of your own medicine, dear. Now you know what it feels like to see the person you care about broken and hurting. Now, promise me.”

“I promise” he whispered leaning down and kissing her forehead in the most affectionate way he could, hoping she would get the silent message he could not relay with words. I love you.

“Will you stay with me? I’m sure Matt, Karen and Foggy are out wanting to see me, but I just want you for a while.”

“Always.”

@pinksirensong

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jerzwriter · 6 months

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A Touch of Magic

The residents of Olympus celebrate their second winter celebration, and there is a bit of disagreement over how to make the day magical.

Book: Wake the Dead Pairing: Eli Sipes x F!MC (Zoe Rivera) Featuring: Troy Hassan Words: 950 Rating: Teen T/W: Some mentions of loss A/N: Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event and @choicesholidays "I'm thankful for you..." and @choicesdecember2023 Winter Solstice (because that's what they're actually celebrating, even though they call it Christmas.)

Thank you to @cariantha for this prompt! :)

Zoe was just running up to her bedroom to get a sweater. That’s all she wanted to do... but leave it to him to stop her in her tracks. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she turned to her best friend.

“Troy, what are you doing?”

“Making magic! Here,” he yanked a piece of wood from under the fireplace and handed it to Zoe with a grin so joyful it softened Zoe’s heart and probably prevented her from hitting him with the two-by-four. “Hold this, and you can be part of it, too.”

“Troy, No. No... put this back, you’re not taking this...”

She stopped when she heard Eli’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Oh, this should be fun,” she said sarcastically when she spotted her boyfriend's scowl.

“Hassan! What the HELL are you doing?”

“I just asked the same thing," Zoe shrugged.

“And he said?”

“Making... magic,” she sassed.

“Yes! Magic... you’re both familiar with it, no?”

Zoe let out a tiny snicker. “Well, I mean only when we....”

“ZOE!” A mortified Eli interrupted, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“No!” Troy grinned. “Please, continue... I have a feeling this is quite a story.”

“You also think it will distract us from the issue at hand,” Eli stated. “But it won’t. So, I repeat... what are you doing?”

“Didn’t you hear the kids before? They were reading that old book and said there was no way Santa would show up if the chimney was blocked. So, I’m unblocking it.”

“You understand there is no Santa, right Troy?” Eli deadpanned. “The only thing that will crawl down that chimney will be a zombie.”

“It’s the middle of winter,” Troy scoffed. “There is hardly any zombie activity.”

“Hardly doesn’t mean none,” Zoe reminded. “We had two just outside the grounds last week. We can’t risk it.”

“She’s right. The main fireplace stays in use; the others have to stay blocked for our safety.”

“But the kids...” Troy whined.

“Really?” Zoe asked with a raised brow. “Why do I feel like we’re not talking about the kids anymore.”

Eli nodded in agreement. “So, I reiterate. You realize there is no such thing as Santa, right, Hassan?”

Disappointed, Troy sat down in front of the fireplace and sulked.

“I’m aware, but I wish there was.”

The sad tone of his voice was impossible to miss, and a concerned Zoe was quickly at his side. “What’s going on, Troy?” She asked, placing a comforting arm around his shoulder. “You can talk to me.”

“I just... I wish the world was better for them, that’s all. I hardly remember my life before the outbreak anymore, but I have flickers of memories from Christmas. My parents took me to the mall to have my picture taken with Santa... all the presents when I woke up on Christmas morning. These kids... they’ll never know that.”

“That’s true,” Eli acknowledged, his voice much more supportive. “But on an up note, unlike us, they have no memory of it. You can’t miss what you never had.”

“He’s right,” Zoe agreed. “And we do all we can to bring some joy to their lives. Look at the beautiful tree we decorated together. When we sit around it at night and Eli plays the guitar and all of us sing together, I can see the wonder on their faces. And you help to bring that to them, Troy. You're their big, goofy uncle."

“They do look happy, don't they?" He smiled. " And it beats anything we had growing up at The Tower."

“We're baking cookies tomorrow night, and Zoe and Shannon were able to make little gifts for each child. It may not be the way we see in old books and movies, but the kids of Olympus probably have it better than any other kids living post-outbreak.”

“You’re right,” Troy smiled sadly. “Sometimes I just wish....”

“We all wish,” Zoe replied shakily. “I wish Anna was here to see what we created every day of my life.”

Troy clasped his friend’s hand as she fought back tears.

“And I wish my family would have met all of you. They would have loved this place. My dad would have dressed up as Santa, no question. And Ma would have been so happy. She would have been blubbering half the month of December. And David,” Eli's voice cracked. “David would have loved this... and he would have loved you... they all would have.”

Zoe waved Eli over, and he sat on her other side. Then, the three huddled together in silence for a brief moment.

“We’ve all lost so much, but we have to focus on how blessed we are,” Zoe stated. “Because we really are so fortunate.”

“We are,” Troy agreed. “And we’re all family now.”

“Damn straight we are,” Eli said with a half-smile.

“OK,” Zoe said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “As lovely as this is... let’s repair this damage here, Troy... before a drone gets in and really steals our magic.”

“Let them fucking try,” Troy smirked. He lifted a hammer and turned to his friends. “Why don’t you two go. I’m the one who did the damage. I’ll fix it up. I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“Nope,” Eli said, placing the wood back in place. “This is what family does, Hassan. We help each other out, and when we’re done, we’ll all go do something fun together.”

“I still can’t get over it,” Troy laughed. “Eli Sipes has a heart and he likes fun! I will never get over this softer side of you, pal.”

“Troy,” Eli grumbled. “I have a hammer in my hand, too... don’t push your luck.”

“OK, boys!” Zoe clapped. “If you can’t finish your chores without fighting, there will be no cookies for you tomorrow.”

“And there goes the magic,” Troy smiled.

“Yeah,” Eli agreed. “We better get to work because I'm not missing out on this."

Tagging separately.

A/N 2: For those of you who are familiar with HBO's The Last of US, I really imagine Olympus to be similar to Jackson. They've built a little community that is far from perfect, and they still face plenty of challenges, but it's a little slice of normalcy in a world filled with horror.

Thanks for reading!

#choices fanfic #wake the dead #eli sipes #eli sipes x f!mc #troy hassan #playchoices #choices stories you play #playchoices fanfic #wake the dead fanfic #wake the dead choices #holiday fics

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theshyspy · 1 year

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get enough - h.s

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long but i needed some angst turning into friends to lovers so i finished it (: enjoy this lil blrub as a celebration we just reached 400 followers???

remember reblogs with comments are greatly appreciated! 🦋

Your stomach twisted as you watched him from across the room. He had his arm wrapped around a tall blonde, a genuine smile on his face as she flung her head back, laughing at something he said.

You couldn’t actually remember the last time you saw him that happy, completely at ease as he gifted her with those soft smiles you knew so well. As the best friend, your job consisted of being happy for him and always cheering for him. But letting the adoration in his eyes dawn upon you, your body housed anything but happiness.

Never had you seen that glint in his eyes and you despised the way you couldn’t find it in you to be happy for the most important person in your life. Because while observing the grinning faces, your blood froze.

Tearing your gaze away, you forced in a shaky breath. You were certain that while loving him, your heart suffered aches and cracks. Always watching from the sidelines as his love and efforts were poured into others. Yet, your heart never broke. He always made sure of that.

But listening to the overwhelming love in his voice as he talked about her, and watching as he lit up whenever he saw her - the healed scars on your heart ripped open, and for the first time, Harry actually broke your heart.

He always looked after you at parties, but tonight he hadn’t even acknowledged you. Eyes fixed at her throughout the entire evening, and you found it impossible to blame him. How could you when you’d rather look at her too? Her tall, curvy frame - everything you weren’t. Sometimes you wondered if that was what hurt the most, the way he always fell in love with your stark contrasts.

You glanced back at him for a mere second before your head snapped back again. Your cold hand flew up to your mouth, muffling the cry crawling up your throat. “Oh god,” you repeated, pushing through the crowd and desperately needing to get the image of his soft lips on hers out of your head.

“Hey.” His voice faintly played in the distance, but you kept moving. If you couldn’t be happy for him, you had no right to be there.

“Sweetie, hey.”

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to shake off the gentle tone carrying his words. Never had you felt so distant from him. His ears were the home to your deepest secrets, yet the list of things you couldn’t tell him grew. There was this undeniable wall building between you and you didn’t have the slightest clue how to break it down without coming clean about your feelings. How could you tell him how your heart was his and had been for years without pushing him further away?

Letting your eyes flutter open, you were met with a pair of green eyes staring down at you. “Are you okay?” His brows were drawn together as the soft tone reached your ears. One of his warm hands cupped your head, gently rubbing your jaw and grounding your disoriented state.

Eyes gracing the room, it took a few seconds before you grasped where you were. Your upper body rested in Harry’s lap, a blanket drawn over you as a movie played on the TV in front of you. You were at his place. It was a dream.

“I’ll get you some water.”

Before you even got the chance to answer, he guided you into an upright position, steadying you with an arm around your lower back.

“Here,” he muttered, giving you the tall cup from the table beside him. The cold water was gulped down, but your throat was still dry.

“How are you feeling?” He held you at arms length, eyes scanning your face for any clue about what was going on inside your head.

You’d always had control over your emotions: soft voices and gentle words didn’t force out tears when you were at breaking point. Yet, the dream had shaken you to an extent you couldn’t grasp. The fear of losing him was more than what you could take, so when the warmth of his voice and the concern in his face met you, your lips quivered.

“Oh, no.” In no time he pulled you into his chest, your head resting underneath his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. A single tear raced down your cheek, and you used the back of your hand to wipe it as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered, voice low as his fingers stroked your back through the thin material of your shirt. The security and comfort of the action let you release a shaky breath, eyes closing as you inhaled his familiar scent.

The worry in his voice was well masked, but you could detect it as he asked. “Wanna talk about it? You know I’ll always listen to you.”

You bit your lower lip and fixed your gaze at a throw-pillow. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“ Stuff is allowed to be stupid and still matter. I’m not gonna pressure you into anything, but I like hearing what’s on your mind.”

Your stomach fluttered, the softness of his words sending warmth up your spine as an appreciative smile tugged on your lips.

You turned your gaze back at the tv in front of you, letting your eyes stay at the characters as they moved past the screen.

“I guess you just didn’t want me in your life anymore. And I know it doesn’t really make sense - but you just found better people and didn’t really want me.” Playing with the hem of your shirt, you tried to ground yourself as the emotions filled inside you.

“But it… I guess it just hurt a lot, you mean so much to me and the idea of having you just get tired of me…” Your voice trailed off, the image of her body close to his reappearing in your head.

“I could never get tired of you,” he cut you off. “In fact, I can’t get enough of you.”

“For now.”

A soft sigh left your lips as you shifted and placed your body in an upright position, back towards him as you furrowed your brows.

“I know that you care about me, but… one day you’re going to meet someone who just means more. You know?”

Silence fell upon you and the hand that had caressed your skin, stopped.

“No, I don't know. What do you mean?”

You turned towards him, eyes landing on the confused expression painting his features. His eyes bore into yours, waiting expectedly as you bit your lower lip.

“You know what i mean,” you mumbled, looking away and rubbing at a piece of loose skin around your thumb. “One day you’re gonna meet someone and fall in love and I’ll… I won’t really be that important anymore. And that’s fine, of course! It’s just the way it… works.”

Taking in a deep breath, you glanced at him and tried to read the look controlling his face. The intensity of his gaze left you confused as he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

“I get it, we want to spend time with people we love,” he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat as you looked away again.

“There’s actually this girl I like and I just… I want to be around her all the time.”

His voice was so gentle as he spoke, adoration lacing the tone and you could just feel your chest tightening with jealousy.

“I mean she’s totally clueless: I’ve been trying to hint at how I feel for so long that it’s actually getting ridiculous. But she’s just worth it, so worth it.”

“I can’t get enough of her.” He spoke, voice vulnerable and focused.

You tuned him out, words not registering as you tried to control your breaths which now sounded a little too forced.

He grabbed your hand, his skin warm against yours as he spoke again. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You froze, eyes fixed at your cold hand in his. “Wh- what?” the words stuttered of your tongue and you desperately tried to make some sense of his sentence.

“I can’t get enough of you, can’t you tell?” The softest smile rested on his lips as you peered at him through your lashes.

“You mean that?”

“I mean that.”

You were certain your cheeks tinted with red as your gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. Voice low, it barely sounded like a whisper as you asked, “can I kiss you?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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all too well. | KAY/O , Sova

kay/o's memories feel as fresh as though they only happened yesterday.

cw: a little bit of angst, a little graphic? not proofread

wc: hello long wtf why did i write this??

a.n: the effect of listening to all too well 10-minute version for hours straight. amma try to mimic how memory works on this one e.e– we all know that kay/o is from another timeline right? and we know about the radiant war right? right, okay. this one's long too bc of some lore so uh, enjoy!

previous : next

YOU walked through the doors of battle with him, headstrong with a brave heart that never stopped beating even until the end. Your prowess was something to be marvelled at especially in your radiance.

The short blue scarf tied on your bicep– the symbol of your allegiance to the people, yet a sign of treachery to your fellow radiants. Gaining the title of hope and traitor at the same time.

The only radiant fighting alongside humans.

"I am programmed to kill you, don't give me a reason to comply," KAY/O warned menacingly as he towered over your form, though you stood unwavering and even flashed him a gentle smile.

"It's nice to meet you, KAY/O. I hope we get along well."

If the robot could frown, he absolutely would be right now.

A radiant fighting alongside with humanity?

Now that's something KAY/O thought would be one of the most impossible scenarios to happen, and yet, here you are.

He and Brimstone even had an argument prior to your introduction. He just couldn't understand why his partner– his best friend, would trust someone like you– a radiant, to fight alongside them.

Could you believe it? A radiant? Literally the enemy?

To his dismay, he had no choice but to trust in his friend's judgement. To KAY/O, you were a ticking time bomb that could go off any moment and betray them as well. You betrayed your own kind, who's to say you wouldn't do the same thing to them? Just the littlest wrong move from you, KAY/O will gladly wipe you off from existence.

"KAY/O, I'm not doing anything shady," The robot flinched from his hiding spot behind a wall.

"Yes, I can see you from the glass window."

He lets out a grunt, standing up from his crouched position, only noticing the window in front of you at that moment.

You turned to him with a small smile, "Come, I'll show you what it says."

"Did your little radiant friends finally contact you." He stated, not as a question. He was hoping this was finally it. "Ready to betray us next?"

He watched as your eyebrows lightly scrunched together as your hand gripped the paper you were holding tight. Purple hyacinths sprouting on your head.

You forced out a weak laugh, "Not today, I'm afraid. Just come."

KAY/O thought for a moment before finally approaching you, noting how your smile widened as he came to your direction.

You quickly showed him the letter's contents.

"This is. . ."

You grinned, "Yeah, I know."

KAY/O took the letter from your hand, reading the words over.

"From the soldiers. . ?"

"They're thank you letters." You chirp, glancing at him and then back to the papers.

Indeed they were, and this was the moment KAY/O had to replay some events at the back of his mind. The people that you had saved and healed, their gratitude was written on these papers.

He then recalled a time when you worked tirelessly overnight just to get all the troops recovered from their injuries, healing them all back to normal in just one night.

Without your help at that time, their troops would've been easily outnumbered by Reyna's force the next day.

"It's a small and sweet gesture but," KAY/O turned to look at your smiling face, though you seem happy because of your expression, even he could tell that you held something else in your eyes.

"It's nice to feel appreciated."

After that encounter, KAY/O lowered his guard around you by around 50%. He realized that he's been too fixated on you being a radiant that he didn't acknowledge how useful and important you were in the battlefield. And though it was hard to admit at first, it is fortunate to have you on their side.

"KAY/O, behind you!"

He hears your voice from a distance and as he turns whilst dealing with the enemy in front of him, the enemy radiant behind his back raised their knife in an attempt to stab him.

Before they could, a thick vine sprouted from the ground, piercing the radiant through and through to their side before dropping the body on the ground. KAY/O pushed the initial enemy's limp body away from him before turning in your direction, your eyes glowing green with your left arm outstretched in his way.

He was about to utter his thanks when he spotted a radiant creeping behind you, their abilities about ti activate . Without skipping a beat, KAY/O threw his knife in your direction,

"Get down!"

Doing as you were told, you ducked and the knife came flying through the radiant's head. Looking over your shoulder, the enemy dropped dead as your area gets suppressed along you with it. The green glow of your eyes fading.

"Thanks!"

There were a lot of times when you could've betrayed them during battle. But you never did it. Even when confronted face to face by the Empress herself, you stood your ground and never faltered.

"What a shame," Reyna feigns a sigh. "You really did side with these insects."

KAY/O took an unfortunate hit from Reyna, and is currently on the floor, body glowing red.

He needed a reset.

You tried to remain calm, KAY/O was just infront of you, you just needed to contain Reyna to reach him.

"You may be right, they are insects." You breathed heavily. "But you're destroying the Earth. You're destroying me."

Reyna lets out a cruel laugh, "To build an empire you must start from scratch! This will be a paradise when this is over."

The empress stretched out her hand, palms open.

"I will give you one last chance." She announced, her eyes shining a bright hue of purple– full of fury, full of power. "Rule with me, Gaia."

"No thanks," You answered firmly. "Your side doesn't have a talking toaster."

With that, you punched the ground– sending waves of the earth in her direction. She used her radiance to quickly move out of the way and you took this chance to raise a high wall of earth.

Throwing yourself to KAY/O's side you quickly did his manual reset. You can already hear the enemy gunning down your wall from the other side.

"Come on, come on, come on!" You chanted as the wall started to crack. Finally, KAY/O rebooted

"Oh thank– Ah!"

Before you could even breathe in relief, you found yourself hauled up over the robot's shoulder.

"What the hell!" You shrieked. "Put me down!"

"Negative. We're going to retreat." KAY/O was getting the fuck out of that place. He just knows that there's a number of radiants on the other side of that wall.

"Yeah I know but please put me down!" You pleaded as your partner continued running, your fist repeatedly banging on his back. "I'm gonna throw up!"

"Swallow it."

"YOU STUPID TOASTER–!"

KAY/O finally trusts you. He genuinely found your abilities fascinating and whenever there's a rare time of free time, he would find himself around you.

"For you to create a creature, you must know it's anatomical structure and genetic code?" KAY/O questioned and you smiled.

"That's right."

"And you could create a new genetic code as well?"

"Yup."

"Huh, interesting." KAY/O held the small plump plant-like creature in front of him. "And that's how this creature came to be."

"Yeah," You patted the creature's leafy head. "I just got this design of him from a video game called Kenshin."

KAY/O instantly went on a search.

"An RPG video game that came out more than one hundre years ago."

You chuckled, "Yeah, it's practically an ancient game at this point."

He was supposed to be deactivated for the day but he found himself coming to your tent. Today's fight took a toll on you, and he couldn't understand why he wanted to see you.

From the beginning, you already knew you would be killing your own kind, so what's the problem now?

"Gaia." His tone was soft as he parted the tent to the side, taking a look inside your quarters. He found you sitting on the edge of your bed, turning to him with a tear-stained face and red eyes.

He felt something inside him. Seeing you like that, there was a feeling deep within his system and he couldn't figure out why or what it was.

"KAY/O. . ." Your voice was weak. "What are you doing here?"

". . . I came to check on you."

You sniffed, wiping your cheeks. "You didn't have to."

Standing up from your bed, you approached him, "I'm sorry, I don't want to see anyone right no–"

You suddenly felt a cool metal hand on your left cheek, making you pause your words.

"This is the first time you didn't greet me with a smile."

You gave him a puzzled look, "What–"

"It's alright." He cuts off again. "You don't have to smile all the time. You can cry, I'll be here for you."

KAY/O felt as though he was possessed by something, it was out of his character to say something like that and yet, those words naturally sounded out from him.

He stayed by your side as you cried, holding onto his arm. He doesn't know any other way to comfort you but he thought that this would suffice. When you eventually cried yourself to sleep, he positioned you gently back to bed before taking a sit on a nearby chair by your bedside.

KAY/O stayed with you all night.

"What happened, how is she??" KAY/O bursted through the tent of the medical ward, hurriedly searching for you.

Brimstone and Sova were the first he saw before finding you laying unconscious on the white bed.

He turned to his two colleagues, "Report."

"We don't know what happened." Brimstone sighed. "We were with her at that time and she covered me from above. But the next thing I know she came falling down and writhing in pain."

Sova stepped in and spoke as well, "We retreated eventually and took her here, but she's suddenly going through some changes."

KAY/O gave Sova a look, "What changes?"

Sova went silent, he and Brim sharing a look before stepping aside and motioning his hand towards your unconscious body. He took a closer look.

Your hands turned completely black up until your wrist. The dark color traced the veins on your arms as well, crawling up to your elbow.

"Mercy please," you huffed. "I can't take it any longer."

"Get up." KAY/O demanded strictly.

"No."

"I will not repeat myself."

"Then don't." You deadpanned, faceplanted on the ground.

The robot sighed. "It's only been 30 minutes. Get up now, Gaia."

You shot him a teasing look, "I thought you said you wouldn't repeat yoursel–"

The killer robot had enough of your delays, he simply picked you up from the ground like you were just a sack of potatoes and hauled you over his shoulder.

"Ah shit, not again." You whined. "Please put me down, I swear I won't run away."

"Ha, good joke." KAY/O continued his way to the training area.

"Please, my arm feels like jelly. Why can't I just use my radiance." You complained. "My aim sucks!"

"Exactly." Finally putting you down, you slowly turned around to see your new friends that you wanted nothing more than to blow them all up.

Aimbots.

"You gotta stop relying too much on your power." KAY/O scolded.

"I hate you so much." You murmured, frowning like an upset child.

KAY/O handed you a Vandal, "Then pretend the bots are me."

For once, KAY/O wanted to be what he really was. A robot. Devoid of emotions, no special connections nor attachments to anyone. Only focusing on duty, and duty alone.

His body felt heavy, with each step he took it felt as though he was walking in quicksand. He wanted to sink into the earth right then and there.

There was a stinging ache in his core, Brimstone's dog tag hung together with his own around his neck. His dear friend lying motionless on his arms.

KAY/O could hear the soft winds whirling as he trudged through the wasteland of a battlefield. And as if the universe hadn't had enough of his misery, just across his path was Sova, and he wasn't alone.

His grip on Brimstone went tight, nearly stumbling on his track before stopping.

'Please.' He thought. 'For once, let me be wrong.'

As Sova neared him, the man's eyes were dull and jaw clenched tight, his lips quivering ever so slightly as he tried to keep a straight face.

His colleague held his head down, shifting his arms slightly.

KAY/O looked at you in Sova's arms. You looked like you were just sleeping peacefully with a small smile on your face.

"I'm sorry. . ." Sova's voice cracked, forcing out his words. Droplets of tears hit your pale face as Sova's knees finally gave out. Kneeling on the cold hard ground, he still held your lifeless frame close.

KAY/O's pain turned into agony as he kneeled as well, setting his best friend's body carefully on the ground. He gazed at Sova mournfully.

He was one of the strongest soldiers he knows, and not once did he ever falter with emotion, but seeing him now– holding you desperately close to his build as he let his heart out for once. Tears ran down his cheeks whilst softly murmuring your name along the words,

"I'm sorry."

- - -

KAY/O finally snapped back to reality, his head flinching slightly as you reached out your hand.

"It's nice to meet you, KAY/O. I hope we get along well."

And there you were again with that same radiant smile that you always wore, the blue scarf around your neck, and the wind gently blowing your hair.

He remembers it all too well.

You glanced at Brimstone as the robot in front of you just stared dead straight at you, not knowing what to do. You were beginning to feel awkward with your hand stuck out in the open.

You thought of retracting your hand slowly. Figuring he might not be a handshake type of person, but before you could, you felt a heavy hand on your head.

"It's nice to see you again, Gaia."

Your eyes widened slightly.

'Again?' You thought as Forget me nots' strangely started to bloom on your head.

'What does that mean?'

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Assistant

TW: Language. Smut. Degrading Language. Dark!Rafe.

SUMMARY: You, Ward’s assistant, end up in Rafe’s sights-a very dangerous place to be…

WORD COUNT: 2100

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Assistant

Every part of you was a fantasy to him. The sleek hair he could wrap around his roughed up knuckles. The silent wisdom behind consistent bedroom eyes glancing to him in only momentary acknowledgement before he would find your focus taken by none other than his father, which was expected since you were his assistant. But even as your lips made that line of content acquiescence, his mind making the concept of that full kiss wrapped around his cock, you were completely unaware of the way he observed you. Even if you should have noticed the way he had frequented his father’s office more often, as his father had, you’d just believed that he was trying to ‘learn the family business’, you were indifferent to the way he would broadcast his thoughts with open lips and descending eyes, being silently berated by his father during meetings. But it would be one innocent little motion that would leave him unable to remain reserved.

“I believe if we focus on the beach front properties-” Ward began to explain in the meeting while Rafe had been in one of his fantasies, playing how you would look bent over this very table, before the pen he’d been teetering between his fingers had fallen. On instinct, you would lower to retrieve it, doing so in such a way where you were on your knees in front of him. A hand on his thigh having been set to move upwards once you’d returned the writing utensil to him had now acted as a means for activation for a lust already burning deep within his bones. But it had been the way your doe eyes rose to him that made one of his fantasies more of a reality than ever before. The way you were on your knees in that tight blouse and short skirt, looking up at him in a way he’d always imagined, as if preparing to give him a blow job.

But he wouldn’t act on this immediately as he could feel his father’s cold glare from across the table warn what he could apparently read as a billboard while you remained confused, giving back the pen, as Ward requested for you to get coffee. Memorizing their orders, you’d returned with each of them perfect, as always, before feeling a sudden grip pull you into an unseen closet.

“Shit!” You hissed while noticing the spilled drinks having stained your entire ensemble, looking up to the source behind it before narrowing your eyes. The thing was, you couldn’t help but notice Rafe-but not for the reasons he had noticed you. He was pompous and arrogant and seemingly present every second, which made it nearly impossible to ignore him. But he’d never been proactive in such a way. And although you liked to believe you could defend yourself against him, he easily towered over you and harbored hidden strength now visible as he made everyday motions that brought his muscles to view against his tight dress shirt.

“They are gonna get wet anyway…Sweat….cum…guess I showed ‘em mercy that it was only coffee-”

“Rafe…” You gave him a word of warning as he would only turn you towards the door recently slammed closed by his foot, bending you forward by the grip taken on the back of your neck, as you were quick to try and wiggle free.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t make this easy for me…I didn’t think you were a whore…so I want you to make me work for it…”

“What are you doing-” His hand now wrapped around your neck as he pushed you further against the wooden point of entry before you, his body pressing against yours until you were unable to move anything but a frail breath.

“I also didn’t take you for an idiot. But I am DYING to know if I guessed right…” Before you could inquire to what he meant, you felt him reach over your hips and beneath your skirt, pulling the fabric upwards before scoffing.

“I fucking knew it…lace…but I didn’t expect…” He continued to run his fingers around the rim of your panties, “A thong…thought you were more reserved than that…” You were suddenly forced against the door, a gasp leaving your lips, as you faced him. In truth, he was attractive, posh and polished, but he was forbidden to you. You were a professional through and through. And even if your panties dampened at the imagery before you and the way he was desperate for you, so much so that he was willing a scolding from his father, you were prompted to remain kept within your convictions.

“Stop it-”

“Shut the hell up…” Your eyes widened to his cruelty. The way he had treated you until now had been almost as if he worshiped you in a way, something validated by the way his hands ran up and down your curves, now questioned of having been gluttonous or analysis.

“I’ll scream-”

“Yeah…you will…but not until I say you can-”

“Someone-” You went to scream before he wrapped his hand around your neck, laughing at the fear now present across your expression.

“Please…” You whimpered, your body trembling as he would only cast a single chuckle of disbelief before moving even closer to you.

“You are Cameron property, sweetheart. And you working here means that we’re the reason you have a place to live…clothes to wear…panties to soak…So in a way…that all belongs to me to-YOU belong to me…”

“I don’t-” He squeezed tighter, your hand wrapping around his wrist as you were taken to the tips of your toes, your breath lessening as his aggression was exercised on the fragile muscle and bone set just beneath his single grasp.

“You should be more grateful I’m even giving you the time of day. So many girls would love this chance-”

“Then go.” He only scoffed, brushing his lips to yours as your eyes closed in anticipation to the cruel and cold kiss you were expecting. But instead, he would torment you with his close proximity alone.

“But lucky you have my full goddamn attention. Now I don’t want to hurt you…but I will…Mark up that pretty little skin to remind you just HOW lucky you are that you have someone willing to correct you-”

“Please-” His eyes rolled to your plea, the specific tone, nearly silent due to his grip, having been the reason for it having such an effect on him.

“Keep fucking begging…but you’re gonna do it on your goddamn knees…Just like you did in there…teasing me and taunting me like a slut…and you knew it-”

“I didn’t-” You were forced to your knees before you could counter him, his hand pulling your straightened hair into a fist as he’d always imagined.

“THIS is where you belong. On your knees. For me. Not getting coffee. Not taking fucking notes about addresses and building codes…HERE.”

“I need this job…”

“And I need a blow job…ironic, isn’t it? Tell you what…” He lowered to you, “You make me come how I want and I’ll keep this between us so you don’t get any labels…but you fight me, you bite me-you do anything I don’t say, and I’ll fuck you in every office and make you come during every meeting and each call until you’re too spent and cockdrunk to focus or need anything but me. Because you might be a good girl for them, but I know you’re just dying to be bad for me. Now stop fucking talking and use that mouth for what it’s good for.” He teased your lips until they came open, the idea of how easily he could get you fired was unnerving, but even more than this had been how having him like this was thrilling for you, if not terrifying at the same degree.

“Good girl…Isn’t it so much nicer to listen? Feels better, don’t it?” You remained stationary as he withdrew you from him.

“Open.” You hesitated as he forced your jaw apart.

“Commanding you is a courtesy, but I’ll take it anyway…acquiescence just makes it a bit less painful…but either way, I’m getting what I want…I always do…” He pulled himself back into your mouth, proving this point that much further as you wouldn’t even allow a man you loved to take you this way as your job meant that much to you.

Even if you weren’t exactly where you wanted to be in your career, you were closer being beneath Ward’s employ than you had been anywhere else, with a comfortable paycheck and an agreeable working environment-aside from this moment of course. But as you looked up to Rafe, finding him basking in how your throat relaxed to him, you felt a sense of power that made you want to risk that growth of your occupation just to bring him to that edge and knowing you controlled what happened next.

“Oh fuck…Oh yeah, baby…I knew you’d take it well��” He licked his lips, breathing quickening as you wrapped your hand around his base, pushing him deeper while his grip in your hair tightened.

“Yes!” He exclaimed through clenched teeth, “YES GIRL, that’s it! OH…YEAH…” He breathe deeply through each of these words until the promise of a release was imminent and you were removed at the final second before he would have found that release.

“Because you were good, I’ll give you a choice. From behind? OR-”

“Behind-” You spoke quickly as he was swift to obey, pulling you over a spare desk in this supply closet, hand pressing your head onto his surface, as he was teasing your core with his cock in what seemed like instantaneous movements.

“How are you THIS fucking tight?!” He growled.

“You’re not a virgin are you?!” He asked upon releasing the steadfast rest of his hand keeping you where he saw fit.

“Answer me or I’m gonna take you how I want-and that way, you won’t sit straight for a fucking week-maybe two.”

“No.” You groaned.

“Was that so hard?”

“Please, Rafe-” He pulled you against his chest, hand moving to your clit.

“If you keep begging that pretty for me, I’ll let you come…I’ll make you come so hard you won’t even need your vibrator after me-nothing will compare to me.”

“Rafe, please-”

“Keep going-keep fucking going…” He groaned, quickening his paces as you moaned beneath him.

“I need to feel all of you-” He explained while taking his hands to your blouse, forcing it apart and leaving your clit aching with his absence, while buttons flew in every other direction. Greedy palms kneaded your breasts once your bra was pulled enough to expose your naked nipples to him.

“So perfect…” He groaned.

“Bet I could make you come just by twisting ‘em…”

“Rafe….” You moaned, proving his point as you trembled.

“You close? I can feel you clenching my cock…” You nodded.

“You make me come first and then we’ll think about you. Don’t be selfish…I’ve earned this-not you. Not yet.”

“Please Rafe…Please…” Your words came out more as mumbles as he would pull and twist your pebbled nipples, his body’s quick successions increasing still, until all that remained had been your name cursed behind his clenched teeth as he battered you between his hips and that of the desk leaving bruises on your skin.

“You have thirty fucking seconds to come or you don’t get to-” His fingers returned to your clit, “I have to get back to work after all…” He teased as you nodded, wrapping your hand around his wrist as he chuckled.

“RAFE!” His second hand moved from your breast to your mouth.

“I don’t want anyone else to know how much of a whore you are-that’s gonna be our little secret for now…”

“I’m gonna come, Rafe…I can feel it…I can-R-Rafe-” You moaned into his palm as he nodded, taking you further into a bend over the table before he would feel you expel your slick in its full extent over his cock.

“May want to hurry up…they’re gonna be expecting their coffee…They don’t need to know I got the cream…” He left sucking you from his fingers as you were completely disheveled, fucked, and uncertain just how you’d explain, not only their late coffee, but how you looked as you did. Hair a mess and makeup smeared from tears and forced actions. But even more so, how you’d explain to yourself just how much you needed this…

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echobx · 1 month

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I love JJ but how do we know he didn't treat girls like that last post says? A lot of ppl write him like that anyway(no hate)

I agree we should look at this more closely and see why I and op of that post agree with the statement they made

to address what you said, (and I'm never gonna assume hate bc this let's me write a lowkey think piece or wtv it's called lol) because deep in my heart I have always felt that those ways of writing him is very ooc imo, but I'm not gonna police ppl on what they write (especially considering that I know that every Rafe thing I write is just ooc when we look at canon very strictly)

so to answer the question, why would it be ooc of JJ to treat girls the way Kiara treated the boys, there's a quick and a not so quick answer.

the quick one, we (definitively) don't know how he acts around random girls, but this are his friends and if roles were reversed he's still loyal af and wouldn't hurt his friends in such a way. full stop. he's not the person to do that.

now, let's look at it in a little more detail.

1. Loyalty

season 1: he went to jail for Pope. he helped his best friend get away from the cops by stealing from his father, who we know is abusive. do you know how much guts it takes to actually stand up to your abuser in that way? and we know even though he started to act up, there's still an inate fear that Luke will hurt him way worse again. he put himself in front of barry to save his friends from being shot.

season 2: he was ready to have a shoot of with the cops to protect John B from going to jail. he was ready to die for him! he tried to bust him out of jail, and if no one had interfered and the other guy hadn't also needed to go to the hospital, the plan would've worked (I'm so sure of that) then he tried his best to protect Pope from Limbry and her brother.

season 3: even though they butchered him, he was still somewhat loyal, I just refuse to acknowledge that he saved Kie bc he was in love with her and not because she's also his best friend. again, no one told him to, he just did it because he can't imagine a life where his friends (his family) aren't all with him when shit goes down. which is also why he was so distraught when Sarah told him to go instead of wait and search for John B when they left Barbados.

there's a clear line of loyalty and he's not crossing it. he's always got their back and if he can't because they don't let him, it causes him mental distress (1. he looked in pain when Sarah made him drive off. 2. he went back home after taking Barry's money and having the fight with his friends although he knew jis dad was there, although he knew of the risk)

2. Girls

we have little to no information on how JJ treats random girls. the only real info we have is coming from the Pilot episode and one timy line in season 2

pilot: his introduction shows him bent over a girl in an attempt to make out with her, it's like 2 seconds max before John B closes the door and moves on. then later we get JB commenting on JJ's behavior by basically saying he can't keep away from any girl because he always wants to fuck them. which tbh, is a common thing for a teenage boy.

season 2: when they are back at school, John B gets the note from the girl to go to the bonfire. JJ takes the note and remarks "she meant to give that to me" in a clear attempt to make it seem like girls are simply fawning over him and it's impossible for anyone to find John B more attractive than him (I'm not gonna comment on the truth of this bc Chase is just not my type at all, so for me to say he's right would be immensely more biased than I already am)

HOWEVER these are the only views we have into his whole dating life. there's no other mention of it ever.

so let's look at the girls in the group.

3. Sarah

JJ is from the start on friendly to her. he's supportive of John B and Sarah and their whole relationship from the get go. and as the story progresses, we can see that he clearly cares a lot about her. he values her opinion on a lot of things. he didn't directly judge her for her cheating (which idk if he did because he gives her the benefit of the doubt or because he thinks it's 100% Topper's fault)

he's even somewhat protective of her, especially in season 2 when everything with her dad goes down, and then at the end of season 3 when he was ready machete a guy with a gun (very dumb idea, but he's impulsive enough to might've actually done that if Ward hadn't stepped in)

he's got respect for her and acts like a true friend towards her, even though they technically only know each other for a few months at that point.

4. Cleo

there's not much to say because we didn't get to see them interact much, but I believe there's a strong mutual respect between the two especially with JJ saying "glad you're part of my team" on the airstrip in season 3

he sees her independence and doesn't try to dismiss it or tell her to do anything she doesn't want to (he never does that with any of the girls tbh which is part of the point I'm trying to make)

5. Kiara

season 1: in the pilot episode he says tp John B "I've tried that door already and it's locked" meaning he tried to get with her, Kie shut him down and he let it go. that's what should happen when a friend approaches you and you don't reciprocate the feelings. it shouldn't destroy a friendship.

then we get to see them interact more, and you can clearly see that he see her as an equal, even though they disagree on some things especially when it comes to money but in the end they'll always stick together.

season 2: we see him be supportive of Kie and Pope's relationship, he has no interest in being with her, if he had he wouldn't give Pope advice on how to win her over. he talks to her about him, maybe in a way of connecting to her and try and help from both sides. again he's being respectful in a rather clumsy way, but he's tentative to not cross a line and doesn't pressure her to answer any of his weird questions.

what we don't get to see is his reaction to Kie doing what she did to Pope, bc we only know that Kie told Sarah and Pope told John B, we can't know if JJ knows exactly what happened pr how he reacted. although it would give a little more insight.

season 3: (let's assume jiara makes sense without butchering character development)

he feels true remorse when it comes to his shown feelings towards her and knowing it's gonna hurt Pope. he doesn't want to cross a line she isn't read to cross yet.

he pushes her away from him because he doesn't see himself good enough to be with a rich girl like Kiara, because all he can see himself as is the person everyone thinks he is. the fuck up. just "Luke's kid". and not the person he really is.

he saves her from the camp because first of all she's his friend and second of all he knows she will be miserable there and that she deserves better.

Kiara initiated the kiss. she initiated the "i love you"s. he didn't want to cross the line without being sure that she wanted it too.

6. his mom

we know nothing about his mom. but from context clues we can assume that she left him when he was a baby, or toddler.

from context clues we can assume that Luke was just as much abusive to her as he is towards JJ. knowing that it's very clear that JJ would never actively hurt someone, especially a woman, in a way like that. if it's physically or mentally

7. other older women

Mrs. Heyward: he's got the utmost respect for her, probably sees her like a mother he wish he had.

Mrs. Carrera: even when she was mean to him, he stayed respectful. not even saying a mean thing behind her back.

Rose: we know he flirted with her in the og script to get better tips, but the scene was cut. I still think it's important to add tho because it adds a layer to his infamous player attitude

Mrs. Limbry: again, even though she was the enemy that point in the story, he still didn't say a bad word about her unlike some of the men they went against.

what it comes down to here is that he has too much respect for the women in his life, to treat even just random girls, in the way that would hurt them.

when it comes to what Kie did and if JJ would do it too? never, because he puts his friends above all else. he would never.

#idk if this makes sense 😭#I talk too much #jj maybank #obx #~ask

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