#i am so bad at writing descriptions wow

[hyoqa]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: kind of inspired by from the start by laufey, you loved him from the start

warnings: the reader is described as beautiful and pretty, hyoga is kind of sweet

If someone were to ask you what made you fall in love with Hyoga, you’d be in a bind, because you truly had no reason. You had no idea what started this little crush, but you were certain you loved him, there was no mistake about it. From the way you would notice your eyes following him, all the way to the way your heart would flutter when he talked to you. There was no other explanation of these emotions you harboured.

Hyoga was skeptical at times. He enjoyed talking to you far more than you would ever imagine, but sometimes he would have a sense that you might have some feelings for him. However, every time he had thought of this, it would immediately fade as he came to his senses, because there was absolutely no way you would fall for him. There was nothing he had ever done that could possibly come across as good, let alone something that would make someone fall for him. And definitely not you.

There were so many people who would kill to get one date with you, but none of them had had the confidence to ask. You were the most beautiful person most people had laid their eyes on, and he wasn’t an exception. This wasn’t only about your looks either, it was actually mainly about who you were. You would always be down to help and you always had a smile on, no matter the day. 

Your existence was more of an annoyance to Hyoga when you were just revived. He first assumed that Senkuu had just decided to revive a pretty person to raise the moral of the team, after realizing you had no particular strengths. However, it wasn’t long until he realized it wasn’t your looks that were making everyone’s day, it was rather your energy that was. For the first time in his life, he realized the effect one’s kindness can have on others. Soon after, the two of you had your first conversation, and for the first time in a very long time, you brought a smile to his face.

Now, you had no idea how to make Hyoga fall for you. You had pondered on this for months now, thinking about this every time you talked to him. Quite frankly, you were tired. You wanted him to like you so badly and today you were going to go for it. You had to start somewhere and whatever you were doing obviously wasn’t working.

The next time you talked to Hyoga was rather soon. He was just finishing his training for the day and you had just helped bring back the minerals that Chrome had found today. You were always nervous when you talked to him, but today must have been so much worse than usual, because you blurted out the words you had carefully held in for months.

“Hyoga, I like you,” you said and he was visibly shaken, but to his surprise you looked just as horrified. 

“...What?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“That came out wrong,” you said and he undeniably felt his heart drop a little. Of course it did.

“If you’re going to pull that prank, at least do it to someone believable,” Hyoga said.

“What?” you said and immediately you realized what he meant. “No, I do like you. I’m serious, I just didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

“There’s no way,” Hyoga said, but he was hoping you would deny him and explain. “What have I ever done to make you like me?”

“Well, I’m sure that I do. I can’t quite point out when I first fell in love, but I can list things I like about you,” you said, absolutely confident. “I like the way you don’t say things you don’t mean. I like the way you care for those who matter. Oh, I love the way you’re always working hard. I know you’ve never skipped a day of training, even when you were burning up with that fever and you really should’ve...” You were ready to go on but the way Hyoga’s eyes widened surprised you. Immediately, you remembered when you first fell in love with Hyoga.

It was like you had thawed his frozen heart. He was so lost on how to react, no one had ever said that to him before. It was then that he remembered the time he probably fell for you. It was the first time the two of you had talked and your first comment was that you liked his kudayari spear. He had questioned if you were familiar with it and you told him you were not, a little embarrassed. You had admitted that you hardly knew anything about combats and weapons, but you assumed that the wear and tear in his spear showed how hard he worked. That couldn’t help but make him smile.

You were always like that. 

“Hyoga, I remember what made me fall in love,” you said, almost proud. “The first time we talked, you smiled. I thought a cupid shot me in the heart.”

Your confident demeanor was slowly fading away as you waited for his response. He could tell you were nervous and that made his heart flutter. You were serious. 

It wasn’t on purpose, it wasn’t because you had just said that. He just couldn’t help but smile. 

“Then, I fell in love first.”

BONUS

"No way," you said, unable to process that he returned your feelings, let alone fell first.

"You better not go around doing that to other people," he said, not elaborating on the previous statement.

"Oh, don't be silly," you said and he opened his mouth to tell you he was serious, but you went on. "I've only ever been looking at you, how would I know anything about anyone else?"

#hyoga x reader #akatsuki hyoga x reader #hyoga akatsuki x reader #hyoga #akatsuki hyoga #hyoga akatsuki #dr stone x reader #dcst x reader #CAUSE WHENNN I TALKKKK TO YOU A CUPIDDDD WALKS RIGHT THROUGH AND SHOOTS AN ARROW THROUGH MY HEARTTTTT #i think i strayed away from my original idea but i guess that is alright #THANK YOU FOR READING THOUGH I LOVE WRITING FOR HYOGA #NOT PROOFREAD SORRY i will read it over later and fix it later #also sorry if u r not a fan of sweet hyoga unfortunately i am a VERY BIG FAN OF SWEET HYOGA #i am so bad at writing descriptions wow #i had to write the summary line and my god NOTHING CAME OUT #i wrote you love him and he loves you like okay lets HOPE ! #when will i stop talking like shut up my god the tags are going to be LONGER THAN THE FIC #ok i was blabbering about how i wanted to write a bonus blurb so i just shoved it at the end

[onlyhuis]

show me what you do

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.2k synopsis — jun likes it when you cry. why don't you show him what you can do? smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, dacryphilia, reader has a wap, there is liquid everywhere this is messy asf (and we like it that way), fingering, sadist!jun, mean dom!jun, sub!reader, bdsm dynamics, orgasm control/denial, edging, overstimulation, some humiliation, names (sweetheart, baby, slut), wow this is a crazy one but i am indeed crazy notes — requested by @onlymingyus for my 🐈 1k event — hi. still insane over psycho jun. hbu. it's 4am but i had to write something so pls excuse any errors. tagging @seokgyuu for fun. enjoy!

“jun, please— need to cum, please let me cum—”

you feel your cunt throb with emptiness as tears well up in your eyes, finally beginning to spill down your cheeks at the discomfort of being edged and then subsequently overstimulated for the better part of an hour.

he says nothing as his thumb continues to roll over your swollen clit at an agonizing pace. his other fingers keep your folds spread apart so he has a perfect view of your spent pussy, clenching around nothing over and over again. 

your skin is already glistening with slick from so many orgasms, and he watches with a smirk as more continues to leak out of your hole. your tensing muscles force the wetness to drip down your ass and pool on the sheets beneath you, but he makes no moves to clean it up. 

even if he doesn’t say it aloud, you know he loves the sight: your cunt messy and ruined, and his cock isn’t even out of his pants yet. it’s almost impressive how all he needs is his fingers and his mouth to reduce you to a stuttering, shaking puddle of your own cum.

“you can do better than that, sweetheart.”

you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your cheeks grow wetter with tears you can’t hold back. “please, junnie,” you sob out. “please let me, need it so bad— please!”

“i’ve let you cum plenty of times already, and you still need more? have i not done a good enough job that my baby is still not satisfied?” he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and you gasp and buck your hips into his hand, simultaneously trying to get closer and farther away from him.

“no, just—please, i’ve been so good, jun, just let me have one more,” you choke, your thighs trembling in exhaustion yet you still plead for more.

“and how many times have i let you cum tonight?” he asks as he increases the speed of his thumb petting your clit. he bends his knuckle and the edge of his nail brushes against your nerves for just a second, and automatically your legs jolt and try to snap shut. but his large hands are there to stop you, easily keeping your spread open despite the soreness already settling into your muscles.

you whine in frustration, but still answer his question. “f-four, but—jun, please, it hurts…”

“oh, it hurts?” he asks with faux sympathy, almost mocking you. you know what he’s going to say but you nod anyway, tears still staining your cheeks as you writhe in his grip. “you’re so close that every second without release is almost too much to bear? so overstimulated that you can’t possibly take another orgasm, yet you can’t live without just one more?”

“yes!”

his features melt into a grin, his eyes darkened with lust as he increases the pace of his thumb one more time. “good. because that was my intention.”

your mouth falls open in a guttural moan before it even registers in your brain that he’s taken his hand off of you. your cunt aches nearly to the point of hysteria, and your hips thrash uncontrollably as an incoherent melody of sounds falls from your lips, begging and whimpering and pleading for jun to let you cum. but he just watches with a smirk as his hands grip your thighs tightly, making it almost impossible for you to move or do anything to chase your fleeing orgasm.

your breath catches in your throat, each inhale like fire in your lungs despite the chills running through your body. every inch of your skin is sticky with sweat, and a fresh wave of tears is already beginning to spill down your face.

with a gentle touch jun brushes his finger against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that falls from your eye. you blink your eyes open in surprise just in time to watch as he pushes his finger between his lips, his dark eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around his own fingertip. 

he groans at the taste, inhaling sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as his eyes close in pleasure. a moment later he pulls his finger from his mouth and he opens his eyes again, his gaze falling on your expression as you stare up at him. 

“don’t you know how sweet you taste when you’re in pain?” he asks. he reaches out to swipe his finger against your cheek once more, but this time instead of opening his mouth, he presses his tear-soaked finger against your lips, and you willingly part them to allow him to let you taste. 

he studies your every move and hums when your tongue brushes over his finger. “such pretty tears,” he coos as you squirm beneath him, feeling your cunt beginning to throb again under his watchful eye, his words alone setting you back on the path towards your high. “look at what a mess you are. poor, sensitive baby, look at how you cry. doesn’t it feel so good when it hurts so much?”

without warning you feel a surge of energy, every muscle in your body tensing up as pleasure overtakes you. your heartbeat pulses in your chest and in between your legs at the same time, the sound rushing through your ears and overwhelming your senses as you struggle to stay conscious through your most powerful orgasm tonight.

“and look at you now,” jun chuckles, the same sadistic grin still spread across his face even as you whine and gasp for air. “cumming untouched, over nothing but a few tears? stupid little slut can’t even wait long enough to ask permission anymore. all you know how to do is cum.” he sighs, looking down at you almost with pity. “at least you look pretty when you do.”

“jun, p-please,” you sob, heaving breaths pushing your chest up and down rapidly.

“please, what? i’ve already given you the orgasm you asked for, so what more could you possibly want?” he hums at your silence, and the sudden feeling of his fingers on your clit once more makes you jump. “looks like i haven’t done a good enough job then, since you’re clearly still needy. so i guess i’ll have to just keep making you cum, until you can’t anymore, and maybe then you’ll finally be satisfied.”

he plunges three fingers into you without warning and your walls clench down around them, sucking him in as your cunt greedily accepts him inside you. you’re already feeling yourself beginning to fall into another orgasm, but you fight it off as hard as you can, barely recovered from the previous orgasm mere seconds ago.

“jun—” you rasp, your vision going blank at the force of the pleasure coursing through you. “fuck, j-jun, please, i can’t—”

“oh, you can,” he says harshly, curling his fingers rougher, harder, faster into your cunt. “and you will. until i say you can’t, you will. and i don’t think i’ve seen enough tears yet.” he leans down over your trembling body, pressing his lips against your ear so you can feel his hot breath burning into your skin, as he says the words that fill you with both dread and desire. “so go on, show me what you can do. cum for me, baby.”

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[oysters-aint-for-me]

my first time watching succession: oh my god kendall roy is such tragic figure. logan is such an asshole. shiv’s got so much anger and tom’s so sad. this show is so heartbreaking. what the hell. roman is funny, though. greg too. also they say “fuck” way too much.

second time watching succession: wait this is a goddamn comedy isn’t it? lmao kendall roy is just a little clown baby. connor is my favorite character because i hate him so much. willa is my second favorite character because i hate connor so much. kendall is fucking insufferable. wait kendall almost DIED?!* i think they still use “fuck” too much.

third time watching succession: oh wow. ok. this show is funny, but also it’s about the tragedy of sexual violence and the way it has subtly and unnoticeably crept into and then metastasized throughout every branch of this media conglomerate, which in turn influences the minds of at least half of the country. yikes ok. roman is a strange little creature. kendall is actually insufferable from the beginning of the show—his issues are exacerbated with drugs but there’s something deeper going on. i no longer think they overuse the word “fuck.” in fact, i think i could write an essay on the way they use the word “fuck.”

fourth time watching succession: oh okay this show isn’t just about the slow and subtle creep of sexual violence throughout the business and the way it waits to blow up suddenly like a time bomb—it’s also about the blatant sexual violence that is thrown in your face from the very first episode but which you overlook or don’t notice because we’re so desensitized to the use of sexual language to describe business activities. it probably means something that even though logan claims to have never actually committed any sexual assault, his medical issues are still often related to his dick, but in a not-sexual way—compare how he went piss mad from a UTI to how sandy furness had dementia because of a sexually transmitted infection (even though that’s probably a rumor, logan did start it). and the show is also about childhood trauma and neglect, and roman roy is the most fascinating character to walk across my screen since i don’t even know. i can’t even articulate what it is i find so interesting about him, but it has to do with how he is so flexible with his words so that everyone thinks he’s on their side and he kind of really IS on everyone’s side, because he wants to be liked sooo bad and the details don’t matter as much as that. and it’s also about bodily autonomy and sex as power vs sex as love vs sex as whatever the hell is going on between greg & tom. i am obsessed with the way the roys will say “(x) fucked me” and so rarely add the usual “over” to the phrase, turning every description of revenge or betrayal into an act of sexual violence. i could write a fucking dissertation on the way the show uses the word “fuck.”

*i was drunk when i watched the last two episodes and completely missed a healthy chunk of them. the irony of this is not lost on me.

#succession #i just really needed to collect my progression of thoughts somewhere sorry!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

cowboy readers and team run into his southern belle ex and maybe some jealous jj please 😍😍 love to see some jelly jj

Description: the BAU run into an old friend of cowboy reader while near his home town

Warning: jealousy, mentions past smoking addiction, that's about it

A/N: Hope you enjoy, this is after reader quits smoking

PART TWO (of this fic, this one is part one)

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It was a case close to home, now the case had been wrapped up, you planned on staying one more night (spend celebrating in the bar and then sleeping in the hotel) and then you were taking them to your house to meet your family. This case being close to home though, also meant that you could bring Buddy with you to see his grandparents (which is where he currently was whilst you had a night of freedom before staying at your parents house).

“Hey, (Y/N),” You looked up from the case file at Penelope, “Since we’re so close to where you grew up, do you think we can meet the family?” 

You faltered for a moment, “I mean, I’d have to ask my Mama, but can’t see why not,” You said with a shrug, getting your phone out and texting her, ignoring the ‘aww’s from Penelope and Emily as you did so. “I’ve asked,”

It didn’t take long for her to respond (a whole three minutes). “She says of course,” You said, Derek and Penelope both cheering. "She says we can head down whenever. There's a good bar close by if you wanna celebrate first?"

"Let's get a move on then!" Garcia declared.

You drove them all to the bar, missing your truck as you did so. SUV's always hit different. Three drinks in (three drinks for everyone else, you were still making your way through your first pint - you weren't a big drinker), a woman approached you.

"(Y/N)? No way!" You turn at the familiar voice and meet face to face with your ex, Rose. She looks good, she's wearing shorts and a tank top, matched with cowboy boots and a hat. She's still pretty. 'She ain't got nothin' on JJ,' A small part of your brain chimes in, but you shrug it away. Nothing could happen anyway. A twinge of sadness swept through your stomach.

"Rose? Oh wow, it's been a while,"

Rose laughs, "I'll say! How ya been?" She brushes her hair off her face as she talks and you grin.

"Not too bad, just workin' mostly," You say with a nod.

"Hey, cowboy, you gonna introduce us?" Morgan smirks.

"Everyone this is Rose, Rose this is Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, Reid, and last but not least The Penelope Garcia."

"Hi, it's so nice to meet y’all," Rose grinned.

"How do you know (Y/N)?" Garcia asked.

"Oh we dated through high-school," Rose nodded, "Thought it was true love," And you laughed as you rolled your eyes slightly. "We were idiots back then," She added.

"Thanks," You muttered sarcastically.

"What? We were, you started smokin' and I was a mess." Rose explained. "Did you finally stop that smoking habit then?" Rose asks, folding her arms.

"Yes Ma'am," You said with a nod, "JJ here forced me after I jumped back on the wagon,"

"She must be a very special lady if she could make you of all people quit."

"She guilted me into it," You tease lightly, shooting JJ a smile. You force the smile to stay as you see the hesitant smile JJ sent you. Had you said something wrong?

You were too caught up in talking to Rose, you didn't see JJ walking off. Or Emily following her.

"Hey, JJ, you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," JJ said, fake smile in place.

Emily raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Yeah and your sudden fowl mood has nothing to do with the attractive woman (Y/N) is talking to?" JJ sighed as she felt herself blush. "Ah, so I'm onto something, am I?" She teased. "What's going on? What you thinking?"

"I've developed... feelings for him." JJ admits hesitantly. "And seeing her talk to him makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"No. Insecure."

"You? Insecure?" Emily asked, jaw dropping.

JJ groaned, "Please don't start singing one direction,"

"What? No! Gross." Emily paused, "Is this insecurity paired with... any other feelings?"

"A little bit of jealousy I guess," JJ mumbled.

"Are you going to talk to him about it?"

"God no!" JJ exclaims, blushing when she realises how loudly she protested. "I mean, not right now."

Emily gave a small chuckle. "You jealous about anything in particular?"

"That they were dating." JJ said with a shrug.

"Ooo does someone wanna date a cowboy?" JJ flushed bright red. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Okay, yeah, but he clearly doesn't feel the same so there's no point. I just need to get over him."

"Er, excuse, rewind-" Emily said, pointing her wine glass at her. "Are you both blind? You clearly both feel the same way about each other."

"Emily-"

"No. JJ, you both like each other so for God's sake get together!"

"You're just saying that." JJ said. Emily groaned, throwing her hand in the air. "Come on, let's just forget about it and get drunk."

Emily shrugged, that sounded like a good idea to her.

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[lcahwriter]

Running (Part Four)

(gif by @pendragonsandbuckleys​)

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader (Non descriptive, no use of Y/N)

Word count: 5.3k

TW: Graphic depictions of violence, graphic fight scene,blood, anxiety (please read the trigger warnings)

Summary: You ran across the country to the place you knew you’d be the safest- with Maverick on a Navy base somewhere in California. Your plan was to lay low until the coast was clear - but then you met Bradley Bradshaw.

Will you be able to escape the man who was determined to find you? Will you be able to keep Bradley safe? To fall in love again?

Authors Note: Wow, thank you for all the love on this series. THIS IS THE FINAL PART! I took out the spice and am savin it. I will be releasing an epilogue if you would like a little extra fluff. me know what you loved the most about this series. I appreicate everyone who takes time out of their day to read my writing :)

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When Maverick told you Bradley was gone your immediate reaction was to panic.

Did he go off base? Why did he leave without saying anything?

To make matters worse, Maverick had avoided your questions and went on murmuring about “he said he had errands to do”. And before you could interrogate him more, John had consequently showed up.

So now, you were showering as quickly as you could while John sat downstairs at the kitchen table on his computer. Maverick had left you alone with him while he also “went to go run some errands.”

You had a hard time buying it.

You huffed in frustration thinking about both Maverick and Bradley scurrying off. You knew they were doing something they didn’t want you to worry about - which just made you more worried.

You scrubbed down your body thoroughly, letting the white suds cover you completely. You wished you could wash off the dream you’d had only an hour earlier. You involuntarily shuddered at the images popping in your mind.

Bradley was dead because Tim had murdered him right in front of you. And it was your fault.  

But it was just a dream.

You couldn’t help but let guilt sink into your veins. Neither Bradley or Maverick asked for this. You wondered if it would have been better for everyone if you had run off on your own. The reality was Tim was out to kill you- and he’d kill anyone in his way.

You bit your already bruised lip and sucked in a breath of air.

You washed the remaining soap from your body and stepped out of the shower, skillfully avoiding looking in the mirror as you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel. You should feel relaxed, but the steamy shower did absolutely nothing to calm you.

Calling Bradley was the first thing on your mind. It had been over an hour since he left. Plus, there was Maverick who suspiciously trailed behind him.

You slipped on a pair of black leggings and a college sweatshirt, letting your hair air dry. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and called Bradley. Your stomach fluttered in anticipation of hearing his voice.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked. You smiled softly at his concern.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Where did you go? Maverick left right after you.” You sat on your bed and traced the bedspread aimlessly.

“Is John still there with you?” He questioned. You snorted at his deflection.

“Yes, he’s downstairs. Now answer my question Bradshaw.” You teased.

“Oh- right. Um-” He was obviously struggling to come up with an excuse. You huffed loudly and leaned back further on your bed.

“What’s going on?” You asked. You were slightly annoyed- but mostly concerned.

“Nothing bad, I just- well I may have gone to the police station to…talk?” He let out a nervous laugh. “Maverick knew I was going and chased after me.”

You processed what he said. Had he really done that for you? Of course, you knew him talking to the police would never work- but you felt fuzzy knowing he had tried.

“Oh.” You said softly “What did they say?”

“Nothing fucking helpful.” Sarcasm laced his voice. “I……may have caused a scene. Maverick made me leave before I really lost it.” He paused for a moment before speaking again.

“I just hate that they won’t do anything.”

His frustration was palpable through the phone. You frowned. You were used to the police not being able to help, it didn’t surprise you anymore . But Bradley was obviously struggling with that reality.

“I know.” You said softly. “Why don’t you come back? I feel better when you’re here.”

And you meant it. You felt the best you ever fucking felt when he was with you- when he was holding you. He was addicting- everything you wanted - everything you needed.

The way he held you tightly while you sobbed from the night terror crossed your mind. He had gained your trust completely now- there was no turning back. Whatever thin boundaries that existed – had been broken. Because you were so far gone, and you didn’t want to stop.

“Don’t have to tell me twice lady.” His tone of voice was happier now- lighter. Just how you liked it. “I’ll be back soon. Maverick is going to look around some of the motels. See if Tim is lingering around anywhere.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. The idea of Mav putting himself at risk made you sick.

“I really wish he would just come back here.” Your voice was thick with worry. Bradley chuckled through the phone. You heard his car engine start.

“You know there’s no stopping Mav.”

You knew he was right. Maverick took risks, it was part of who he was.

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed “I’ll see you soon. I’ll make us some lunch.”

Bradley moaned.

“Yes please. I’m starving.”

You giggled and stood up off the bed to stretch.

“See you soon.”  You hung up the phone and smiled.

How the fuck was it you were smiling with everything that was going on? Was it love? Fuck, you weren’t sure.

But you felt happiness amid the anxiety. You shook off your thoughts and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

John was still sitting at the kitchen table, head buried in his laptop. He was about Maverick’s age but looked older. His head was balding and his eyes were tired. You hoped it wasn’t all because of your case- but you knew he flew into California on a red-eye flight.

He glanced up at you quickly and then back to his computer. You weren’t even sure if he saw you flash a smile at him or not.

He had been quiet, and mostly talked to Maverick when he first arrived. You figured he was more of tech guy, not a talkative one. Which you respected.

“I’m going to make some grilled cheeses for lunch. Would you like one?” You asked, while walking to the kitchen fridge. He jerked his head up at you.

“Uh- sure. Thank you.” He clamored out.  You swore his voice was shaking. You smiled at him anyway and turned your attention back to the fridge. You wondered if he had found the evidence from your phone and home security cameras yet. Maybe that’s what was disturbing him.

You closed the fridge door and set all the ingredients down on the counter. You started unwrapping the cheese when you heard John get up from his chair. You turned to look at him.

He was staring at you, his face looked pale. Your stomach dropped and you ran towards him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, your arms held out touching his shoulder. He looked like he may pass out , you could see the cold sweat on his forehead.

“I’m sorry - he was going to hurt my family.”

Your blood went cold.

“What?”

Suddenly you felt large arms wrap around you from behind, gripping your own arms to your side tightly. You immediately screamed out in terror while twisting and kicking behind you violently. A large hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries.

“Miss me honey?”

He had found you.

 Shock and horror ripped through your body.

How could this be happening? How could John let this happen?

You screamed again, this time even louder than before. Tim’s hand tightened around your face, squeezing hard enough for you to cry out in pain. He so easily trapped you in his arms, your panicked kicks doing nothing against his crushing grip.

He started to lift you off the ground, causing you to shrill in panic. He was taking you away from the kitchen and into the living room.

He was going to kill you. Oh god, you were going to die.

“Go on now John. Thank you for your services.” Tim taunted. You were both facing John now. John looked at you with sorry eyes. You shook your head back and forth frantically.

“No!” You yelled. Tears were rolling down your face. “Please!”

Your cries were muffled, but you knew John could hear you. You watched as he did absolutely nothing to help you.

You squeaked when Tim’s grip around your waist grew tight enough to keep you from taking in a breath of air.

John avoided eye contact with you as he walked past you and Tim, heading towards the door. Tim was laughing as John exited without saying a word. When the door shut your stomach dropped.

You were alone with the man who wanted you dead.

Your first instinct was to bite his hand that covered your mouth. You opened your jaw and bit his palm as hard as you could. Tim yelped and removed his hand from you to see the damage.

You screamed as loud as you could- and wound your heel back and kicked him in the kneecap. He grunted in pain.

“You bitch!”  

Despite your efforts you still couldn’t escape his hold. He spun your around and slammed you into the living room wall, your head immediately exploding with pain from the impact. You instinctively put your arms over your face to protect it, but Tim grabbed them harshly and pinned both above your head.

You screamed again, but it was weaker than before. Your throat was already starting to burn. Tim’s eyes met yours, and you let out a sob.

Nothing had changed, he was still pure evil.

You knew If you didn’t fight your way out of this- you’d die. Without hesitation you swung your leg forward and kicked him as hard as you could in the balls. He grunted in pain, loosening his grip on your hands. You took the opportunity to kick him again, which caused him to stumble over.

You lunged past him and darted straight towards the door. Your legs were wobbling, and adrenaline was coursing through you. You reached out for the knob, but you weren’t fast enough.

“No!” You sobbed as Tim’s arm wrapped from behind you and slammed you back into the wall. Dizziness overwhlemed you. You sucked in your breath and tried to calm your panicked mind.

“Baby.” Tim drawled out. His body was pressed against yours and his face was far too close. You turned away from him, but he grabbed your chin harshly and pushed it back up to his eyes. You could feel his breath against your cheek.

“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to find you?”

Your vision was blurring- from fear or from pain you weren’t sure. You clenched your jaw together and jerked your face away from him again. He growled at you and grabbed the hair on top of your head and yanked it forward.

“Listen baby. We can pretend like this never happened.” He breathed into your neck making your body tremble in disgust. “Just come home. Things can go back to normal.”

You laughed at him this time, bitterness filling your chest. Anger flashed through his eyes.

“I will never go back to you. Ever.” You said lowly.  Tim’s eyes grew wide. You’d never talked back to him before - and he obviously did not approve.

His hand slapped you across the face. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to show the pain he caused. Just as you recovered from his slap, he laid another one in the same spot. You cried out in pain this time, your eyes immediately watering.

You fucking hated him. You hated him so much - and you needed to fight back. If you didn’t kill him- he’d kill you. Or worse- take you back with him.

You eyed Maverick’s large vase on the table just feet away from you. 

You kneed Tim in the gut and dashed at the table. You grabbed the vase with your right hand and swung it around to hit Tim as hard as you could. You watched in horror as the vase shattered against his shoulder.

You had missed his head.

You started to run from him - but he had you pinned to the ground in seconds. You moaned in pain as you rolled onto your side, holding yourself.

He kneeled over you. He looked down at you like you were nothing.

“You don’t have a fucking choice.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as he raised his fist. Was he going to beat you to death? Kidnap you?

You jerked your eyes towards the sound of shattering glass. You instinctively curled your body inward away from the sound.

Suddenly the weight of Tim’s body left you, letting you gasp out in search for oxygen. You jolted your eyes open to see Bradley lifting Tim in the air and dropping him to the ground. Bradley was on top of him instantly, his fist colliding with Tim’s jaw with a loud pop.

You’d never been so happy to see Bradley in your god damn life.

He looked absolutely feral, his eyes were dark, and his body was ridged. His fist was rattled with cuts, and shards of glass were in his hair. You looked behind you to see the living room window completley shattered. Your eyes grew wide at the realization.

You watched as Tim struggled under Bradley’s weight. A loud crack rang through the room- Tim’s nose exploded with blood. Bradley’s fist connected with Tim’s face again, this time busting his lip open. Tim growled and lifted his fist, hitting the side of Bradley’s head.

Bradley recoiled only for a moment- but it was enough time for Tim to roll out from under him. Tim’s eyes met yours.

He looked crazed - like he was a fucking monster. Fresh blood rolled down his face and onto his shirt. He started to walk towards you, and you immediately started sliding your body away from him.

“You fucking bitch” he seethed. His insults were cut short.

Bradley was behind him in seconds, swinging him into the white living room wall. You watched in horror as blood smeared on the white paint. Tim turned around and charged at Bradley, this time knocking Bradley into the opposite wall.

You screamed when you watched Bradley’s head slam against the drywall. You expected him to fall over - but he just looked more infurated than before. He shoved Tim towards the table and lifted him up like he was a fucking feather. Tim’s body slammed down on top of the table.

It instantly broke, sending scraps of the wood table flying everywhere. Tim groaned, his body curled onto its side.

Bradley looked to you- his eyes fiery with anger. You watched as his eyes scanned you over, looking at every single mark on you. His chest was heaving with concern.

You had never seen anyone overpower Tim. But Bradley had overpowered him instantly.

“You ran away to go bounce on some other guy’s dick. I fucking knew you were a whore.” Spat Tim. You recoiled at his words, your hands instantly covering your ears.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Bradley practically roared. He kicked Tim in the stomach, causing Tim to gasp loudly. Bradley stood over him, as if challenging him to say something else.

“She’s mine. She’ll always be mine.” Tim snarled up at Bradley. He looked half dead - his face mangled and blood all over him. Bradley’s face twisted in disgust.

“You’ll never touch her again. Ever.” Bradley threatened. You knew Bradley was going to lose control if Tim said another word.

Then you saw it. A flash of black metal coming from Tim’s pocket. It was a gun. Before you could think you were lifting yourself from the floor.

Tim’s hand reached in his pocket- and you were only a foot away from Bradley when he cocked it.

“Watch out!” You screamed, as Tim pulled the trigger.

Bradley must have realized what was going on in time- because he instantly knocked you to the floor with him, his hand wrapped around the back of your head. You felt the bullet wizz pass both your bodies.

His body was covering yours completely, weighing you down with protection. Before you could embrace his touch- he was up again.

You watched as Tim fired another shot- but Bradley must have known it was coming. He grabbed Tim’s arm and aimed it up, making two bullets go into the ceiling.

You screamed and covered the top of your head. The gun slid across the floor, away from both of the men. You watched as they wrested violently in the debris of the broken table.

It was like watching animals. Tim swung a piece of the vase at Bradley’s face, causing him to recoil in shock. You gasped as you watched bright red blood flood Bradley’s cheek.

Tim looked to you, and smiled. His teeth were blood stained and his left eye was swollen shut.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He glowered. He grabbed a large piece of the vase from the ground and charged towards you. You scrambled to move back, looking for something to shield you- but in seconds he was over you- his arm ready to stab you in the neck.

You watched as Tim’s eyes widened in surprise. Bradley had grabbed him from the back of his shirt, yanking him to face him head on.

“Never again.” Bradley promised before sending a final blow to the side of Tim’s head. 

His body fell on top of the shattered glass. Red soaked the ground around him and you covered your mouth in shock.  His eyes were open, and blood was flowing from glass sticking out of his neck.

He was dead.

You watched his body go limp, surrounded by the glass.

You had been the one in a pile of glass only months earlier. Left out to die.

But now you had the control- and he had nothing.

You shook your head and scrambled backwards in shock. You started to shake violently on the floor as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Bradley turned away from Tim’s body and ran towards you.

He kneeled onto the ground and tentatively reached out. You blew past his hands and fell into his arms. You pressed your face into his chest and sobbed.

“You’re okay.” Bradley whispered. His voice was shaky- and you realized he was trembling too. His hand wrapped around your head softly, pulling you into his neck. His blood was getting on you- but you didn’t give a single fuck.

You grasped your arms around him as tightly as you could. Your hand reached into his hair.

You had to feel him - you had to know he was okay

“He’s gone.” You sobbed.

Trembles of relief and trauma released from you. Your head felt dizzy, and your mind was spinning.

Was this real? Were you dreaming?

“Police!”

You looked up to see officers at the door with their guns drawn. You froze and Bradley turned to block your body from the men.  His large back acted as a shield.

“Please, she needs to get to a hospital” Bradley pleaded.

An officer ran to Tim’s body while the rest held their guns on you and Bradley. He leaned down to check Tim’s neck for a pulse. He reached to his chest to talk in his radio.

“All units stand down. Send medical to barracks #157.”

The officers slowly put their guns down.

You clutched onto Bradley’s shirt. He turned to you and started looking over your body. Only then did you realize the pain you felt.

Your head hurt the worst, but oh god your ribs hurt too. 

“Tell medical to hurry!” Bradley demanded at one of the policemen.

“I’m okay.” You whispered, but your head was getting heavier and heavier.

You glanced behind Bradley and paled at Tim’s body being looked over by the police.

“Hey.” Bradley said softly. But you still couldn’t look away. His warm hand reached up to brush your cheek.

“Don’t look. Focus on me.” He whispered gently. He moved himself in front of you, protecting you from the awful sight.  

You directed your eyes to him. His soft brown hair was messy and his neck and collar bones were littered with angry marks.

“You’re bleeding.” You reached out to touch the blood running down his face. Bradley lifted his shirt and dabbed the blood as much as he could.

“It’s okay, it’s not deep.” He assured. You hissed as his hand touched the back of your head. He pulled back his fingers with your blood on them.

“Oh.” You said, you suddenly started to feel all of the pain at once. “I think I might pass out.” You said warily.

“Okay, I’ve got you.”

Bradley stood, and before you could protest, he lifted you from the floor into his arms. His hands were wrapped firmly beneath your legs and your neck fell limp into his chest.

He sat down on the couch, causing your body to roll into his completely. You looked up to see his soft eyes fawning over you.

“You’re gonna be alright baby.” His voice was shaky, and you wondered if he was reassuring you or himself. He cradled you closer to him, burying his neck into yours. You nodded slightly and reached up to his bloody cheek.

“I’m okay, I promise.” You reassured while gently ghosting your hands over his cheek.

The world could end right now, and you’d be happy.

Because Tim was dead.

Which meant freedom.

And you were taking advantage of that freedom as you laid in Bradley’s arms, unafraid for the first time in years.

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Bradley’s hand in yours is what you tried to focus on. Gentle but strong. Warm and familiar.

He had been discharged two hours ago, his only caution from the doctor was to keep the cuts on his hand and cheek clean. He had insisted that he go with you in the ambulance- but the paramedics refused.

Memories of his bloodied face popped into your mind. You squeezed his hand tightly in a reaction to the thought. You never wanted to see him get hurt again. Watching him fight for his life – and yours – was something you wished you could forget.

But you were here with him now. And you were so fucking grateful for it.

Compared to Bradley, you were a mess. Two cracked ribs, 4 stiches on the back of your head and bruising just about everywhere else. The doctors were making you stay 4 more hours, just in case you had any adverse reactions from the head injury. The familiar feeling of being bruised at the fists of Tim was a nauseating one.

But now you knew for certain it was the last time.

The hospital room was starting to feel suffocating, and the pounding in your head was getting louder. You needed rest- but investigators had been in and out of your room since you arrived. You didn’t even have a chance to shut your eyes before police and government agents were at your bedside peddling you with questions.

“Can you tell me again your relationship with John?”

You opened your eyes wider, trying to focus on the detective in the room. He had been quiet the last 10 minutes, just typing away on his laptop. Bradley perked up at the question as well. He was sitting in a small metal chair next to your bed. He looked exhausted.

“I didn’t even meet him until today. He was just a Private Investigator I hired.” You said tiredly. You had already told multiple law enforcement agents this, but none of them seemed to communicate.

John had betrayed both you and Maverick- but you could understand why. Tim had learned John’s daughters address, along with all his grandchildren’s. According to John, Tim would spare their lives for your location, and access to the base. It all made you sick.

“And did Tim know John beforehand?” The detective asked, not even bothering to look at you between questions. You chewed on your lip nervously.

“No- not that I know of.”

The detective hummed in response and typed in his computer before speaking again.

“Did you ever share any information with Tim about the base you were staying at?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“No. I had no contact with him since I moved onto the base. He was threatening to kill me remember?” You knew being sarcastic would get you no where, but you were starting to go crazy with the repeated questions.

Bradley shifted next to you, and you knew instantly that he was getting irritated. He had shared his distain of all the questioning hours ago.

“Why did you not report the stalking before this incident?” He asked, his head still down. You scoffed at him and shifted up.

“I did, many times. No one could help me.” You were starting to teeter over the edge into exhaustion. Your body and mind were at its wits end.

“Okay. Tell me about the last time you saw Tim before today – “

You jerked when Bradley stood up unexpectedly. He let go of your hand and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Bradley’s jaw was set while watching the detective. The detective glared at Bradley and then looked back to you.

“Listen, I know this a lot. But we need to gather all of the information – “

Bradley cut the man off and took a step forward.

“No, you listen.” He pointed his finger at the man angrily. “She has been answering questions for hours now. She was almost killed and she hasn’t even been able to shut her damn eyes for longer than a minute.” Bradley’s voice was raised- but not quite at a shouting volume.

The detective eyebrows rasied at him.

“So, please, take your questions- that everyone else has fucking asked by the way – and come back another time.” Bradley shot him a sarcastic smile.

Tension filled the air for nearly half a minute. Finally the detective gave in.

“Alright. I understand.” The detective grumbled, already zipping up his bag to leave. “But I will be calling.”

Neither you or Bradley bothered saying goodbye to the man. As soon as he walked out of the door Bradley’s shoulders fell and he sighed in relief. You laughed softly.

“I should have had you do that hours ago.” You joked, reaching out for his hand as he sat down again. He grinned mischievously.

“I was trying to behave.” He bit his lip and leaned in to kiss your forehead softly. His free hand reached up to caress your bruised cheek.

“I know I keep saying it. But I’m so glad you’re okay.” His lips quivered for a moment. “I don’t know what I would have done-“

You shooshed him softly and lifted your hand to his hair, slowly moving your fingers through it.

“Don’t think about that. I’m here.” You smiled. His honey-colored eyes softened at your words. Your hand trailed down his cheek to his tanned neck.

“When I’m out of this bed and my ribs aren’t broken- I’m going to climb you like a fucking tree.” You were joking – kind of. Bradley flushed red and belted out laughing. You giggled in response, removing your hand from him out of embarrassment.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that.” He winked at you and leaned in to kiss your neck softly. His lips trailed from your chin down to your collarbone. You squirmed beneath him and giggled.

“Someone’s going to walk in-”

Just as you said it- you both pulled away quickly when you heard footsteps come walking into your room. It was Maverick, with a thick pile of papers in his hands.

“Come on kids. Once we fill out this paperwork, you can go home.”

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It had been one week since the attack.

Images of Tim’s dead body still haunted you and flashbacks of Bradley’s bloodied face still made you sick. You wanted to move on easily- like how you thought you would when Tim was finally arrested - or dead.

But you were still healing. Still getting used to life without fear. Without someone or something looming over your shoulder.

You caught yourself worrying about being off base - but then you remembered - you were safe.

Tim was dead.

You even hesitated to call your mom- but then you’d remember. He couldn’t hurt your family anymore. You’d be able to see her again- even introduce her to Bradley.

The adjustment would take time. You knew that. Bradley knew that. But it was still hard.

“This spot taken?” Bradley stood in front of you, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around him. He was wearing sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt - he looked so fucking sweet. You bit your lip and patted the spot next to you on the couch.

“Take a seat.” You winked at him, attempting to move over slightly. You winced at the pain in your ribs. Bradley narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t move, I’ve got it.” He said gently, nudging himself next to you. You rolled your eyes at him and leaned onto his shoulder. He draped the dark fuzzy blanket over both of you. You finally relaxed into his touch completely, taking a large breath in and then out.

He hummed in contentment, his hand wrapping around your back, giving it soft scratches.

This was your new normal with him. Comfort, safety- laughter. It was heaven. 

“Guess what?” He asked happily, his hand still rubbing your back gently. You looked up at him with curious eyes.

“What?”  Your fingers traced circles onto his chest mindlessly.

“I just finished booking us tickets to Montana. We leave next weekend.” His eyes were bright, and a happy grin spread across his face. The happiness reminded you of when you would see him at the Hard Deck with his friends. You had missed it.

 You sat back with a shocked expression.

“You’re kidding.” You said, cupping your hands over your cheeks.

“Nope darlin’, I’m for real.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “The Navy is giving me some time off. And I’ve been waiting to spend all this money I’ve saved up on a special girl.” He shot you a wink.

You grinned and moved your hands from your cheeks to his. You planted a large kiss on his lips.

“I can’t believe we are actually going.” You beamed. You looked at Bradley with wide eyes. “Thank you. I know I can’t ever say it enough - but thank you. ”

You looked at him- and oh god you loved him. You hadn’t told him yet, but holy shit you were done for.

“Don’t thank me.” Bradley’s rough fingers skimmed your cheek softly. “I told you we would go away for a while when this was all over.” He dipped down and ghosted his lips over your neck. You shivered at his breath tickling your neck.

“Not just for that.” You whispered softly. You looked up, your eyes slightly teary. “For everything- for noticing me at the bar all those nights. For wanting to be with me even though I’m a mess. For saving my life – the list goes on.” Your voice cracked with emotion.

Bradley’s warm eyes looked at you like you were a pot of gold. His arm wrapped around your back tighter, pressing you closer to him.

“When I first saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He kissed your neck softly, his hand still running against your cheek.

“And then I talked to you- and fuck. I knew I couldn’t stay away from you after that.” He licked his lips and you blushed.

“I can’t be without you- It’s-It’s like I feel lost when you’re not right here next to me.” He gave you a small smile. “I would do anything- give you anything. Because selfishly, I need you. I need you around. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Your eyes were still glazed over with tears. Happy tears.

“Forever with you is what I want.” You whisper, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“Then you’ll have it.”

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I can’t believe its over…. I just…..!!!

Epilouge to come. Featuring Montana time and more :’)

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[cantwritethetword]

Biceps? Really?

Fic Descript: Superman finds out Batman has a very odd ticklish spot, and of course has to tease Bruce half to death over it.

~A/N  - HELLO ONCE AGAIN

Look at me being somewhat consistent with uploads SDJFHKALSDFJHKH amazing what meds can do

I've had these requests in my inbox for aaaaaages (im so sorry) and I feel like I can finally write something for them.

Prompts were:

Please excuse the typos and the "it's ok that this will be s(H)ort" cause that was back when I was like super burnt out AND unmedicated lmao so I was like OH JUST A LIL FIC YOU CAN DO IT but this will be a proper one lmao

Also lmao forgive me for the super boring title I couldn't think of another one.

EDIT: ALSO AGSKAGSKAGD ILL HAVE IT BE KNOWN I USE DARK MODE ON MOBILE THIS WAS ON MY LAPTOP AND IDK HOW TO GET TUMBLR TO BE DARK MODE ON LAPTOP HENCE THE WHITE SCREENSHOTS THANK YOU THAT IS ALL

- Enoy! ~

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"I still..." Bruce huffed as he lay on the floor, glaring at his partner. "Don't get... why you're still so surprised... every time we do this."

Clark, the absolute puppy dog, was still beaming after launching yet another random tickle attack on Bruce. Since first discovering the Batman's hilarious (and quite frankly adorable) little weakness, it was like crack for Clark. Any time he had the opportunity, he launched himself at Bruce and just started squeezing. And, because Bruce was just that damn ticklish, the poor superhero couldn't last ten seconds before crumbling into a flood of chuckles.

"I don't know." Clark grinned. "You don't seem like the ticklish type, is all. Never have."

Bruce rolled his eyes, before starting to stand up. "I am not the ticklish type."

"Uh, oh yes you are!" Clark laughed, reaching to grab Bruce's arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

Normally, Bruce's response to this would be a swift bat (hehe) at Clark's hand to push it away from him as he stood, and an even swifter escape before Clark decided to go for round 2 (it had happened before, and Bruce swore he would've passed out if Clark hadn't taken pity on him).

But this time, whatever way Clark grabbed Bruce's arm, sent electric shivers coursing down Bruce's side. Bruce let out a yelp, and half-collapsed onto one knee.

Clark gasped, his face like a kid on Christmas morning. "No way."

"Clark." Bruce's eye's widened as he pieced together what had just happened. "That wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" Clark interjected, pulling Bruce closer to him using the aforementioned grabbed bicep.

The tugging motion pressed Clark's fingers right into Bruce's muscle again, forcing a symphony of strange noises, squeaks, and choked laughs out of the absolutely screwed superhero. As Bruce fell, Clark expertly manoeuvered him onto his back (for the second time that day) so that Clark could kneel on his forearms.

"What the hell Kent?" Bruce grunted, pulling his tough-guy facade over his currently anxious and flustered self. "Let me go."

Clark chuckled. "Oh no, we're investigating this."

Bruce cursed under his breath. He remembered Clark's methodical tickle monster days all too well. When Superman himself had him pinned to the floor with no hope of escape, and took his sweet ass time tracing and prodding with various numbers of fingers on any tickle spot that came to mind.

This time would be no different. Clark began with his thumbs, massaging small circles into the very center of Bruce's muscle.

And holy fuck did it tickle.

Bruce's entire torso tried to lift itself off the floor for a moment, his eyes wide in shock at just how bad it was, before his body slammed back onto the floor and flailed. His legs kicked a ticklish drum beat as the highest pitched giggle either man had ever heard escaped his lips.

"Wow you're ticklish here!" Clark laughed over the noise. "I can't believe this is even possible!"

"SHUTUP!" Bruce shouted between bouts of hysterics, twisting his hips from side to side to alleviate the torturous sensations.

"Seriously though," Clark continued as if nothing was even happening. "Ticklish biceps? You've got to be kidding me."

"CLARK!"

Superman nodded to himself, resting his hands on his thighs. "You're right, you're right, it's time to move on to something else."

Bruce gulped in mouthfuls of air before registering what Clark was implying. "No-... wait-..."

Ten feather-light fingernails touched down right above Bruce's armpit and paused for a moment, soaking in the anticipation. Clark didn't have a chance to start moving before Bruce broke into deep streams of laughter.

"Really, Batman?" Clark taunted. "Breaking that easily?"

"Fuhuhuck ohoff."

Superman rolled his eyes, before trailing down Bruce's biceps from elbow to underarm. That singular smooth movement upped Bruce's laughter by a few pitches, a good sign for what was to come.

Clark lifted his hands and reset them back to their starting position on Bruce's arm, before letting his fingers begin their descent once more.

Except this time, each finger took its turn to softly trace up a few inches before lifting and straightening again while his wrist moved further to Bruce's elbow. Like two gliding spiders, Clark's hands pulled downright squeals from Bruce.

"NOHO!" The Batman pleaded. "I CAHAN'T- CAHAN'T TAKE IHIT!"

Smirking, Clark tutted. "Oh come on, you're usually so tough!"

But, now that he thought about it, Bruce was rather red by this point (and not just from sheer embarrassment). And while it certainly was fun tormenting the usually far too stoic superhero, the fun could wait for another day.

Clark wasn't forgetting about this any time soon.

#crow's tickle fic #superbat tickle fic

[feralforfrank]

Hi!! Just wanted to start off by saying I love your writing. I enjoy it so much truly. Next I wanted to send in a request with one of the prompts you provided!

How about Rooster x reader with the dialogue prompt - "it's pitch black in here and I can see that you're blushing"

Much love ❣️❣️

drunk in love.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER' BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

cw reader has a hungover headache, thats it. FLUFF. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n so many ppl wanted a part two!! so here you go!

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The first thing you notice when your eyes open is the head-splitting headache you have. You have to close them immediately, as the curtain's in the room weren't shut, meaning that sunlight found its way inside.

The next thing you notice feel is the heavy mass wrapped around your waist and the breathing on your neck that sends shivers down your spine.

Oh God, oh Lord. What happened last night?

The images come to you faster than you expected. Bradshaw—your extremely hot rival, who you definitely don't have a crush on—bringing you home—to his apartment?!—changing your clothes, and putting you to bed. And then you'd done the unimaginable. The only thing you feared more than your superiors. You'd slipped up, calling him to lay down with you and cuddle you.

Holy shit, I'm in Bradley Bradshaw's bed, wearing his shirt, my back touching his bare fucking chest and his arm wrapped around my waist. Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fucking cow poop.

What do I do now? Do I get up? Or do I fall back to sleep? Sleep does sound enticing, but you want to look at his face. Wow—what the fuck are you thinking? Okay. Maybe looking at him for a bit doesn't sound that bad.

You manage to turn slowly and gently to his side, your head tilting up to meet his handsome and peaceful face. It's a rare sight to see him this relaxed. With your job and the stress you're always under, everyone has permanent frowns etched on their faces.

You trace his face with your eyes, taking notes of the faded scar on his right temple, long eyelashes and the curve of his nose. Oh, his lips look so kissable—all pink and plump. Tone it down a bit, you stalker. You've never noticed how perfectly trimmed his pornstache was before now. You have to stop your hand from reaching to touch it, fearing that he'll wake up and find you in this compromising position.

A few serene moments pass, where you hear nothing but your heartbeat echoing in your ears. Your eyes are shut, and you're almost asleep when you feel Rooster move. You pretend to sleep, but your ears perk up, listening to Bradley's every movement. 

He walks over to the window, shutting the heavy curtains. You can open your eyes now, for the room has been submerged in darkness. Rooster lays down again, his arm finding your waist again, pulling you impossibly close.

There's silence, and then there isn't. "I know you're awake."

God, his morning voice is so sexy. Jesus Christ, what am I thinking? Wait, did he just speak to me?

"Could feel you staring at me."

Your eyes open, and your breath hitches. God, you hoped he didn't hear that. But of course, he did. You're so close to each other, that he can probably feel your heart beating out of control.

You decide to play it off casually. "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

He snorts softly. "Oh, please. It's pitch black in here, and I can see that you're blushing. Can practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks."

The embarassment is eating you alive. Bradley knows you like him now, and he'll make fun of you for it for the rest of your life. There's no way he'll ever let this go. God, why did you have to turn around? Why couldn't you have fallen back to sleep? Or better yet, gotten up, dressed and run?

"I can practically hear the gears turning in there." You hear the smile on his tone. "I like you too. Thought it was obvious, but I guess not."

"What?" 

"Go to sleep, pretty girl. I'll explain when you wake up."

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[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 Interludes thoughts:

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ok. Just in order I think. Sorry for the chaos.

Started off with puppies. I was happy.

Then the puppies started getting a little more violent than needed. I was less happy.

Then Victoria got clowned on a little and I was little bit more happy.

Then the unkillable naked zebra lady showed up everything kinda went downhill. For everyone.

Bitch do not join the supervillain serial killer group, please and thank you.

Seriously though, The Siberian is a bit scary. Just, completely invincible as far as anyone can tell. And super strong.

Theo is having a bad day. And unless someone takes care of Jack Slash for him he's gonna have a bad few years.

Jack Slash is such a poser oh my god. Dude. Come one. You aren't all that.

Also. Jack. Do not toss a loaded baby! That baby had a full diaper. You toss that baby and you are liable to have a containment breach. Speaking from experience, you do not want a containment breach. (Also just don't throw babies of course.)

I hope Theo gets cool powers and is able to become a super amazing hero like he dreams of. On the plus side, probably gonna be lots of opportunities for trigger events coming up. On the minus side, he didn't trigger when Jack Slash was planning on killing him so I don't know if he's gonna be able to.

They were obviously going to go for Labyrinth. She has such amazing powers for mass terror. Though I guess Burnscar never tried to actually recruit her. I assume that was the plan though.

Also Burnscar needs to stop excusing her actions. Just be evil or don't be evil. You don't get to be evil and say it's not your fault (that sure will come up again in these interludes).

I fucking LOVED the description of how Labyrinths powers work. Just the details of everything. So good!

Fucking Colin. Of course they had to go for you. Why can't you just go away and leave my robot daughter alone?

Mannequin is fucking WILD. Like, god damn. Those are sure choices you made. Helps you be creepy as shit though. And get through air vents.

Mannequin writing out "U ME" to Pocketknife Man by laying keyboard keys down on the table one at a time has cursed meet-cute energy.

In the end, Colin survives cause my robot daughter saves him. And I guess she's gonna tell him the truth about being an AI. Fiiiiiiine. I will be polite to Colin if he comes over to dinner. He still needs to apologize to my other daughter though.

Also I'm sure glad the Slaughterhouse Nine won't have any use for the magic pocketknife that can cut through anything that Mannequin took. No worries at all I'm sure. It won't do jack shit for them. Might as well just slash the idea and toss the knife out.

Cool. Some Nazis died. That's great!

Not enough though. Disappointed in Shatterbird.

But if one good thing can come of this whole Slaughterhouse Nine thing, maybe Hookwolf can die. I'm not holding my breath though.

Shatterbird has a very interesting power set. Being specifically glass focused like that. Definitely can see how she would terrorize a city.

Dinah PoV. DINAH POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok well first off, I obviously hated Coil for Dinah already. Enough that I don't really know if the Dinah PoV can technically make me hate him more. But that said, I hate him more. WTF.

The description of her power was so NEAT though! Had a minor moment of "oh hey this paragraph of this precog talking about her power works inside her head is an almost perfect description of how my brain works" which was wild. I don't actually get to see the future though, which is a major difference.

She can actually just full blow see a possible future holy shit! Wow. Like it hurts and she hates it but it's still crazy.

Also I guessed that Crawler was going to come for Traveler in a Vault (that is Noelle's cape name until I am told different) after the Bitch interlude. I was very happy I got that right since I really knew almost nothing about either.

So Crawler just basically can't die and gets stronger every time he gets hurt. I wonder how long it will take him to reach Endbringer level power?

And Traveler in a Vault is just a large monster that is always hungry and can be driven to the point of eating people. That sucks a lot for her.

Also Leviathan came after her too huh? Well that's probably fine and won't matter in the future.

Regent's sister is worse than he is. That's impressive! Like, not good impressive. But impressive.

Getting real close to the "can't exist" physic power set. I guess it's not quite it though.

She should keep a better eye on her phone battery.

AMY DALLON! I knew it would be you.

I knew you were destined to be a tragedy from the moment I met you. You were always going to become a villain. So once I knew the Nine were recruiting it was a guarantee that you'd be recruited.

Specifically, that you'd be recruited by Bonesaw. She is an artist and obviously she is obsessed over the art you could make together.

Holy shit though that chapter.

Lets see. FUCK CAROL. Victoria gets some excuses, she's a kid, she's following her mom's example, etc. But FUCK CAROL. You are partially responsible for what Amy is about to become.

Despite being terrified, Amy seemed to have a dark fascination with everything Bonesaw was doing and saying. Really listened as Bonesaw explained things.

The more detailed view of what Amy's power does is crazy. She really can do just about anything to someone.

“Why not fix your dad?” is where Bonesaw won. It's about 3/5 of the way through the chapter. And she won at that point. That was the killing blow. The rest of the chapter, the remaining 3.5k or so words, is watching Amy bleed out to drive the point home. It is Panacea's death monologue. It is beautiful and tragic and amazing.

All that said, since she is losing anyway, is it bad for me to want more of Bonesaw's notes? SHE HAS LORE! GIVE IT TO ME!

Dad at least seems pretty good. He made the perfect response after getting healed. Unfortunately she was already gone.

AND THERE IT IS. THERE IS THE THAT FINAL STEP. Fucking rewire your adopted sisters mind to have romantic feelings for you. No you don't get to say it was an accident! You chose to do it. Holy shit Amy. You are going to be an amazing (terrifying) villain.

Callback to Burnscar and blaming her power for her actions.

If Worm was a Disney movie Amy would end up with the best song, 100%. Hellfire or similar levels.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Slaughterhouse Nine #Panacea #Amy Dallon #Holy shit there was so much in those interludes! #Bonesaw #Jack Slash #Crawler #Shatterbird #Burnscar #Mannequin #The Siberian #Cherish #The Amy chapter was just so good. The fact that I basically knew it was coming and knew what was going to happen just made it even better. #New Wave was already considering disbanding. I assume after this they crack like an egg. #I'm a little worried about some of my babies though. Bitch. Labyrinth. Hmm I guess mostly just them. #Seriously though the Amy chapter is possibly my favorite chapter in Worm so far. Definitely favorite to live read. #Ever live read Worm so fucking well that a cute girl admits to having a crush on you? #Though despite what the Nine said I don't expect everyone who doesn't join to die. Some probably will die though. #And all that information to process. Stuff from Dinah and stuff from Bonesaw and stuff from Labyrinth! #Oh and I'm sure it's nothing to worry about that Dinah said 2 years is when Jack Slash might trigger the end of the world #and 2 years is the timeline Jack gave Theo to get ready to fight him #I'm sure that won't mean anything. #Oh god and Traveler in a Vault (TiaV)! She is more than just a monster. She is important and I want to know more!!!!!!!!!

[salora-rainriver]

Alright look.

You don’t need to be famous!

You don’t need to be a content creator.

You don’t need to have a hundred thousand followers.

You don’t need to make a massive impact on the world.

It’s okay to fucking EXIST in the world. To make a small impact. To have normal friends and a normal obscure life, like everyone else on this planet.

I get it if you’re lonely, I get it if you feel like there’s no point to life, but fame isn’t the answer to that problem.

Yes I am talking about James fucking Somerton. Hell, I am talking TO James Somerton, motherfucker if you’re reading this, somehow, despite me literally being a nobody on tumblr, then- wow! What are the odds! What the fuck is wrong with you. Also don’t fucking do it. Please log off and live a happy normal mediocre life. Please.

But I’m also talking to every 20-something (me included) who thinks “gee i want to be like those fancy content creators and filmmakers and artists who make stuff and everyone looks at it.”

LISTEN. STATISTICALLY SPEAKING, YOU PROBABLY WON’T BE A CELEBRITY, AND THAT’S PROBABLY A GOOD THING.

And I’m not saying don’t dream big. “Dream big” can mean all sorts of things, and none of them have to be about fame. Entertainment and academia are like 10% of the full breadth of human experience.

You can garden. Knit. Raise animals. Go scuba diving. Join a book club. Play sportsball. Dance at a club. Dance at a park. Learn tango! Paint pictures for small local galleries and people who want something crazy on their walls. Have sex. Go to concerts. Volunteer. Write poetry. Learn an instrument. Learn a language. Go hiking! Biking! Run a marathon! Collect coins, collect shells, collect bones. Find god (any god). Be the guy who hands put water bottles at protests. Join a tabletop gaming group. Play trading card games.

I’ve been saying for a real long time that someone like James Somerton is just not fit to write video essays, he’s not fit to be a content creator - James if you’re still here, we all saw your ‘measured response’, if you were telling the truth about those memory issues and ADHD and they genuinely are so bad that you can’t properly cite your sources- you can’t be a video essayist. I’m sorry. It’s part of the job description.

and look. that’s okay. because there’s so much other stuff he can do with his life. Stuff that doesn’t require him to, you know, make proper citations. Write creatively. Manage a film production company. Those things. The things he evidently can’t do competently.

The idea that he’d rather die than have a normal life, a peaceful life out of the public eye, working a job that he can actually be good at, having his hobbies and his real life friends and maybe even a family… there’s no other word for it than “sad”. That’s so fucking sad, and I don’t even mean that in an insulting way. I know I hate the dude, but jesus.

And I just. If you’re reading this post and the idea of someone absolutely who’d rather die than be normal resonated with you - first of all, do you need a hug, second of all,

This post is for you.

Please take care of yourself and just find joy doing what you want to do. Don’t try to Be Famous. Please.

#tw suicide #james somerton #sorry if my phrasing seems off im trying to thread a tonal needle here #i hope my message is clear #if not lemme clarify: i say this with compassion. not mockery.

[clare-with-no-i]

20 q's for fic writers

thank you sooo so much for tagging me @kay-elle-cee I unfortunately could not approach this in a completely earnest fashion due to who I am as a person, so everyone please take this slightly ersatz set of answers with all of the love I intend…which is a lot I swear…

AO3 Username: clarewithnoi (pronounced 'clare with no eye')

1. How many works do you have on A03? lol I keep orphaning stories when they annoy me but for now 37 (I think?)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 403,419…what is this word city

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, others which I have not published lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

not the statistics page!!!!!!! john mulaney voice that's the thing I'm sensitive about!!!!!!

one long day (all my love will make you shake) at 1,151 WOW my god I did not realize it had surpassed 1k!!! did I know that? holy shit!

I will carry you, always at 873 ok this is also shocking but I do know that my they-lived AUs tend to be more popular and they're older so they've had time to accumulate hits

foreigner's god at 701 still can't believe this <3

theogony at 682 (!!)

growing pains at 675 another they-lived AU! I really carved out a niche early on

5. Do you respond to comments? don't look at me…I always want to…I swear I just get overwhelmed…put the gun down please…

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhh jesus idk, probably the derelict art of letting go? I don't write a lot of angst but I guess that one is on the sadder side

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? foreigner's god! or I will carry you always! in one of them I contend with reincarnation and shared grief and second chances at life. in the other one they hook up in the DADA classroom. so it's a toss-up

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really, and given the number of public fights I've had on this account you'd think that people would take their dislike of me to ao3 more often, but everyone's been remarkably charitable in that regard. thanks guys <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? only if I can exorcise personal trauma through it. or if it's 2020 and I'm dissociating in my studio apartment.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no and no one say theogony or I'm turning this bus around

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yessiree and it was not pleasant!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! a few! the ones with my permission were lovely. the ones without my permission not as much.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? it's like a three-way tie between jily, percabeth, and zelink tbh! but I've mainly read jily fic in the past few years I think. but this answer can change dependent on me developing a new hyperfixation lmao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the last time I answered this question I did it as a joke and then I wrote theogony about it so I'm going to choose peace and just plead the fifth here lest I commit to another wip that'll take three years

16. What are your writing strengths? I do a lot of (an excess of) research, I'm good at description, I am funny when I want to be, I've had some really good prose moments if I do say so myself (I do)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am structurally a very weak writer, I can't be succinct, I don't have a great literature background so I never really know what I'm in conversation with and have limited points of reference for writing, I am very bad at writing characters who are subtle about their emotions/romantic feelings, I submit to time pressure and rush myself, the list goes on

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've always wanted to write a fic in Spanish omgggg

19. First fandom you wrote for? either Zelink or Percabeth when I was like 12 lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? theogony!

tagging @thequibblah yes I know you've been tagged already. cope <3 and @mipwrites go get 'em champ

#yeehaw! #clare is tagged

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

So, this week saw the end of the Sag-AFTRA strike! 🎉 I am so excited for Pedro knowing he may well be back to doing what he loves very soon. This is great news for everyone who was out on the picket lines and those striking to protect their livelihoods, their creativity and artistic identity.

(And let's not even talk about the whole Patrick Dempsey thing from this week, okay? Did we travel back in time or something? 😐)

This week was a busy one for me, again. Ugh, why does adulting suck? I wish I could stay at home and write all day rather than have to work and earn pennies to feed myself. 🙃

Anyway, let's get into this week's whip round. You ready Jack? Crack that whip, handsome!

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Five Days - Chapter 7 - Things are beginning to unravel now, as you and Joel equally start to unravel. Once again, many thanks to everyone who's reading, following along with, re-blogging, liking and commenting on this series. 🖤

SUV Shenanigans - Dieter Bravo GIFLET (Thank you to @secretelephanttattoo for putting thots in my head on Discord.)

Two Fingers Of Whiskey - Agent Whiskey GIFLET

Little Blue Pills - Joel Miller GIFLET

Self-Care With Dieter & Jett this week focused on showing yourself some self-compassion. With a brief cameo from my beau Ezra. 🥲

This week's Writer Wow featured the ever lovely @ghostofaboy Go show him some love, he's absolutely amazing. 😘

And a shoutout to lovely @perennialdoll247 too and this incredible artwork of Javier Peña that she created. I am so blown away by your talent, V! 😍

☆ Things I'm currently working on

Had some delicious thots this week that I am working into fics... stayed tuned for more Dieter, Frankie and some Agent Pike. I'm still working on my Christmas fics, most if not all of the first drafts are complete now. There are 12 in total - why do I do this to myself?? 🥴 Got more GIFLETS & one shots to come too.

☆ Things I've read this week

I did a massive sort out of my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week, mostly to keep from everyone being tagged continuously each time I update it - and I update it A LOT. 🫣

Didn't get around to reading as much as I wanted to due to working through most of my lunch breaks this week (the perks of being in a senior role, le sigh...) but hoping to up my reading game next week.

Frankie Morales NSFW Alphabet - @ghostofaboy I felt like I was reading a true to life version of Frankie right off the page when reading this, it was so immersive. Ghostie has this incredible knack of making me feel like I can reach out and physically touch Frankie, and this was no different. Genius. 👏🏻

This Charming Man - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Another Frankie highlight this week in the form of dark!Frankie. And I urge you to read this. This had me feeling like I did when I watched Dexter all those years ago; you root for the bad guy, even though you know you shouldn't - you can't help it because you just love him so much! This was brilliant and so emotive and descriptive. Another amazing homerun from lovely Angela! 🤘🏻

Las Mañanas - @kiwisbell I discovered this gem of a story this week and am hooked! I've devoured chapter 1 and am setting time aside this coming week to catch up on the rest, and you totally should too. Javier Peña in this is just everything you want; heroic, charmingly smooth with a pinch of arrogance, and the type of man you absolutely want coming into your coffee shop. 😍

Two Left Feet - @linzels-blog I adore this story. My mouth still aches from smiling so much as I read it. I was pulled right into Whiskey's world and Southern charm. Such a great fic that left me right in the action. I was dancing, I was drooling. I highly recommend this. 🤠

Send In The Clown - @covetyou I sat on this fic in my tbr for waaaay too long, let me tell you. I'm actually pissed at myself. This is nothing short of genius and please, if you're not into clowns that's cool, but I'd insist you give it a shot anyway because you'll be pleasantly surprised at how this is done. Dieter in this is just everything. I am in utter awe! Just a marvelous read that I will be absolutely indulging in again and again. 🤡

Headshots Chapter 5 - @secretelephanttattoo I'm devastated that this Marcus Pike series has run it's wonderful course, but all good things must come to an end, right? And this is sooooo fucking good. Stunning, actually. This is Marcus perfection for me. I love these two lovebirds and will revist them again for sure. I'm also so excited to see what El will give us next as I know it's going to be amazing. 🥰

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Not a lot due to said work and adulting - ugh. I've had Family Guy running in the background when home for company and that's about it... aside from my Frankie Morales Mixtape playlist that's on in the car most days.🤘🏻

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that about wraps it up for this week. I hope you guys enjoy the remainder of the weekend.

Work, work and more work. 😖 Seriously, it's been the bane of my life this week. But I am looking forward to another week's vacation after next week where I'm planning on doing lots of writing, socializing and hiking. Woot! (And maaaaybe start tackling my Christmas shopping 😬)

Remember stay kind, stay creamy. This is Jett and Jack signing off to go line dancing with @linzels-blog 🖤

🖤

#jett's weekly whip round #pedro pascal characters #agent whiskey #agent whiskey kingsman #agent jack daniels #jett's fic recs #fic recs #joel miller #dieter bravo #marcus pike #frankie morales #sunday week in review #pedro pascal #Spotify

[bridja02]

Dedicating yet another blogpost to @cherrynojutsu's Like Gold:

It's been awhile since I've been on Tumblr, wow. The last time I reviewed Like Gold was, oh my god, three years ago?! Time flies.

As I took a break from reading this fic, waiting for more chapters to accumulate, as one does, and also because of life and studying... I decided to reread it last week, as I realized the latest chapter Cherry released was 19! My review was at chapter 6!

And oh boy, what have I missed! I have to admit I feel terrible for not reading for so long! T.T

First things first, I have to compliment Cherry's writing style, and how much it has improved since the last time! As she began the fic in June of 2021, and I'm not saying at all that her writing used to be bad, just that now it's absolute perfection! Here's a visual representation of my feelings while reading the first time:

The same gif used as for the first review - but the feelings were the same this time around too. The first couple of chapters of SasuSaku's blooming relationship was the cutest, from the tenative first kisses to the lingering touches ♥

However, the emotional rollercoaster that ensued after the story progresseed - oh my god. Here's another visual representation, this time showing my emotions just after I finished chapter 19:

(tears because of Sasuke's inner turmoil and trauma, and the blushing because of Sasuke's-😳 )

Once again mentioning my initial review, I SPECULATED the turn that this fic will take with Sasuke's mental health, and oh- the turn was so sudden and sharp that it sent me tumbling down the road. I feel so sorry for the poor boy, he deserves nothing but happiness, and I need him SO BADLY to talk to someone about it.

I knew the fic was going to be a huge slowburn (which was right up my alley) but at some point I thought to myself this has been so sweet and innocent for so long, with their sweet pecks and hugs and lunches and book clubs, will the author really have the means of turning this into something more? I was proven wrong after reading the scene on Sakura's balcony, and wintessing their first makeout sesh. I realized, Cherry will be going places. Had no more doubts after that.

I have no energy to describe anything I felt for the couch scene in chapter 19, as I am not quite done processing what I just read... (The blushing on my cheeks still hasn't passed).🥵

However, I wish to appreaciate the authors ability to indulge on the topics of mental health disorders and character analysis. It's soo hard to read Sasuke struggling like that, and believe me I've read my fair share on SS fics, but I've never seen someone delve this deeply into Sasuke's character and mental state. Cherry I don't know what your major is, but hats off to your skills! You must be really empathetic to be able to write this so well, and I truly admire you for it ♥

I'm so happy to see Sasuke finally trying to do something about it - the jasmine, the old district, his cuts and oh the letters break my heart into million pieces! I can't imagine how Sakura must feel when she finds out what Sasuke has been keeping to himself and suffering silently, even though she urged him never to suffer alone. Oh my, I CAN SMELL THE ANGST COMING. Am I bad person because I can't wait for it?

I love the authors humor, transfering onto Sasuke's witty one and also the other characters. I love the subtle details and descriptions this fic has to offer - from the descriptions of mugs, books they read, the teas they drink. It's too sweet. You can truly feel the authors soul through their work!

The chapter when Sasuke was sick was so lovely, but I have to admit that the bed scene and counting heartbeats has to be the sweetest, lovliest thing I have read in awhile! <3

I am so excited for the future chapters now that so many things unfolded, Sasuke's state has probably never been worse so I really need him to start healing T.T Sakura is so sweet and supprotive, hopefully Sasuke will help her too by urging her to work less. Also excited for the smut.

Thank you so much Cherry for sharing your work with us, I am eternally grateful! I will be looking forward to the future chapters!

#cherrynojutsu #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #like gold #bridja reviews once in three years #i love this work with all my heart

[takami-takami]

OHHHH THIS IS SO FUN thank you for the tag @aquadenks <3

rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

These are all hawks x reader except one LMAO so i'm just gonna put a brief hint next to them. I'M SO SORRY A LOT OF THIS IS SMUT I STILL HAVE HAWKSTOBER I WANT TO FINISH... I have a feeling this is gonna get people to scratch at me for not finishing these yet, but:

Your God Will Make You Speak in Tongues || Priest!Hawks × Zealot!Reader. This one will probably come out like.... never ever, it's my first slow burn and I want it to be like 50-100k words but I literally need to get better at writing long things first.

Like Father Like Son || a dive into Keigo's morality + history

Touch-Starved || This one is old so I'll have to do a major makeover but, title says it. This one is really cute!

Untitled || this is another substance use support drabble that I might not finish or post because I don't think I'm in the right headspace to be trigger-sensitive so it'd probably come out like, not super comforting?

Do You See Me? I Hope You Don't. || this one is uhhhh probably gonna be one of those fics I keep to me

Two more untitleds on the same topic I probably won't post

Untitled || this one is abt Hawks and his wings, no reader.

Asphyxia || this one is soooo fun like I am unsure if this will get me comments like "um. Weirdge." Or "oh my god kink unlocked" BUT I really like this one!

Nice To Me || being nicies to him, counterpart to Mean to Me (on my kinktober masterlist)

A Case For Psychodynamic Theory || DON'T ASK DON'T ASK DON'T ASK jk its not that bad

Clicker Training || aha

Pretty Boy || aha...

All In a Day's Work || shitty asshole boss! Hawks x employee!reader

Gluttony || panty stealer hawks turned munch. You know how it is.

Untitled || Hawks bullies u for your kinks...

Untitled || More bully!Hawks

Untitled || phone sex lmao

Untitled || he purposefully spoils reader until they literally can't get off without him. On purpose. LMAO.

Untitled || Hawks plays dress up with the reader aww

Untitled || Another sub!hawks, nothin special

Untitled || THE DABI CUCKING FIC MY BELOVED I will finish her eventually. Like this has been in my drafts since spring 2023.

Untitled || omegaverse drabble. Covers my face.

Untitled || foot fetish!Hawks lmao

Untitled || sub!hawks again

Untitled || this is the pred/prey fic

Untitled || puppy!hawks x dominatrix!reader

Untitled || the glove kink one

Untitled || a dark content one

Untitled || possessive!hawks x work partner!reader

Untitled || scummy best friend!Hawks x naive reader

Untitled || being SO mean to him (note to self this is day 25)

Untitled || keigo's first time hitting it raw fic

WOW this is a lot. I will finish them..... God willing.

I tag: actually just steal this and say I tagged you ^-^

#🐇 rambles #THIS WAS RLY FUN

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Soldier and the Better Man

Summary: Ben comes back from Russia looking for the life that was torn from him. He may have to settle for revenge.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Angst. Implied smut. Vengeful Soldier Boy. Sad Soldier Boy. Mentions of sex, nothing explicit. Some brief descriptions of torture and violence. Nothing overly graphic. TW: Mentions of child loss.

Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Y/N

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: This was written for a request by the lovely, @deanwinchesterwifesstuff I hope this is what you were looking for, hon! ❤️

The present day scenes will be in green. The past in white.

The SB in this fic is softer than in Canon, but still an ass, still pretty full of that TM. Other liberties are taken with Canon, just as an fyi. 😊

A/N: 2 This fic will also fill one of my daily prompts in the 30 Days Writing Challenge. It will cover the prompt: Write about two characters dancing together.

The beautiful dividers throughout the fic were created by @firefly-graphics

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He wasn't sure at first how long he'd been gone. The years and decades of torture had all eventually blurred together. And he had no idea how long he'd been sleeping in that fucking box.

It wasn't until he was out of the compound, running naked around the streets of Moscow that he saw the date, saw the year.

Forty fucking years.

He stood there, staring down at the paper he'd fished out of the trash, impervious to the cold, but still shaky on his long-dormant legs. He stood and stared at the date, and the numbness and confusion in his brain was slowly replaced with a heart full of boiling hot rage.

Forty fucking years.

She'd be... almost seventy years old now. And the kid would be... a grown man.

He ran off in search of clothes, knocking the teeth out of the first grubby guy he found who was roughly his size. As he slipped on the filthy track suit, his mind drifted back of its own accord, to the night he'd met her.

He'd been at some charity thing she was hosting, one of many organizations she was involved in, this one had something to do with runaway youth or something. He'd been paid a lot of money to show up and help rally for the cause.

So, he'd shown up, read the words on the cards they gave him and posed for pictures in his super suit. Same routine, different banquet hall. It was getting old.

He was sick of the endless jockeying for hierarchy at Vought, sick of the shitty movies and the bullshit press tours. He was sick to death of his fucking team and he wanted out. All of them were just assholes of varying degrees. He wanted off the Vought merry-go-round.

They'd been promising him for quite a while that they were gonna get Supes into the military. That's where he belonged, storming beaches and taking down the enemy, not giving speeches and making hypocritical "Just Say No" PSAs.

When the picture-taking had finally fizzled out, he'd escaped out a back entrance off the kitchen and let the door slam satisfyingly behind him. He leaned against the brick wall beside the door, pulled off his helmet and lit up a Lucky Strike. He inhaled deeply before pushing the smoke out through his nose and thumping his head back against the brick.

"Wow...it was really that bad, huh?"

He stood up straight as a woman appeared from the shadows on the other side of the alley.

Jesus, he thought, what kind of fucking soldier am I these days, if some skirt can get the drop on me so easily?

She smiled like she could read his mind. "Don't worry, it's my super power - being easily ignored."

He scowled at her. "You're a Supe?"

She laughed lightly and he found it strangely musical. "No, sorry. That was just my sad attempt at humor. I'm just boring old, plain human me."

He stayed where he was, staring at her. She WAS remarkably plain, none of her features were particularly striking or memorable. Her figure was almost completely hidden beneath a long, black shapeless dress.

He took another drag on his cigarette and she shook her head. "Those things are just cancer in a tube, you know?" Her tone was slightly scolding, but her expression was soft.

He shrugged. "Benefits of being a super hero, I guess. My body pretty much stays the same whatever I put it through." He took another drag, and exhaled away from her as she approached.

She quirked her head in a way that made him think of a puppy. "And you put your body through quite a lot, don't you?"

He frowned. Her reaction to him was very strange. Usually people were awestruck when they first met him, a reaction that almost always turned quickly to heat and drooling in women. But this woman wasn't awestruck OR drooling.

"Who are you, lady?" He asked bluntly.

She smiled as she came to sit near him, on the steps that led up to the loading dock.

"I'm the one who hired you."

He was slightly taken aback, and for a moment he thought about apologizing, putting out his cigarette and putting on his helmet, being the Soldier Boy she'd paid for, but in the end he couldn't be bothered.

Instead he took another deep drag before flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the alleyway and letting the smoke escape his lungs slowly.

"Was I worth the money you paid?" He asked, aware that he was making himself sound like a whore. Felt that way sometimes.

She contemplated him for a minute before nodding. "Well, we need to raise over ten million dollars if we're going to build the facility we want, a shelter for runaways. And all those rich folks in there are gonna want to show how similar they are to the great Soldier Boy, that they think the same way he does, so... yeah, you were worth the investment."

He shook his head, at her audacity. No one talked plainly to him like this, spoke the truth about who he was, what he offered. Vought told him he was a god, his team told him he was a warrior, fans told him he was a hero. No one told him facts. In spite of the ding to his ego, he found himself intrigued.

Who was this plain girl with the musical laugh and bald truths?

He stuck out his hand to her. "Well, I'm glad the 'Great Soldier Boy' got you the funding you needed. But you can just call me Ben, sweet thing."

Her grip was surprisingly firm as she shook his hand. "And you can call me Y/N, and NEVER call me sweet thing again, please."

The sound of a car honking and angry Russian screaming brought him back to the reality he was in, and he jogged forward, trying to quickly put more distance between himself and the place he'd been held and tortured for four decades.

A week later Ben once again found himself staring down at words that his mind couldn't immediately digest.

As he stood trying to make sense of them, his memories were again swimming around in his head.

He hadn't been able to shake the little do-gooder out of his head. The next time they crossed paths he'd decided that he simply needed to fuck her out of his system.

She'd come to his bed willingly and happily, and he found her body to be surprisingly soft and lush, and her responses to his touch to be tantalizingly heated and passionate.

She had no shame about sex, and they spent a couple of nights exploring each other and at the end she'd kissed him goodbye, expecting nothing more from him, while he'd found himself even more ensnared by her.

It was frustrating to him how tight her hold was over him and he told himself he was being a pussy by letting some broad dig her claws into him so deep. But without fail, he was always the one that made the next move, the one who called for a real date, the one who then proceeded to ask her out again and again.

She was unlike anyone he'd ever known. She was a bleeding heart and her politics sometimes drove him a little crazy, and he thought she was too naive for her own good. But she always argued her position well, and never backed down and that much he could respect.

She made no demands of him, never forced him to be anything he wasn't. When he was being a grumpy asshole, she'd tell him he was a grumpy asshole. When his temper would flare and he'd scream at her about some slight annoyance, she'd tell him to call her when he'd calmed down. And she'd just walk away.

She didn't put up with his bullshit, but she never withheld affection either. She touched him all the time, wrapping her arms around his waist and cuddling her face into his chest, simply so she could feel him against her. She would run her fingers through his hair when he laid his head in her lap, or give him gentle kisses between his shoulder blades when he was rigid with tension, and melt something inside him.

He fought against it for a long time, the last thing he needed was to go soft and stupid over some woman.

But Y/N wasn't just some woman, he realized eventually. He would never admit it, but he needed her desperately.

So, when she sat him down one day to tell him she was pregnant, he was amazed to find that he felt only joy, a feeling that, before Y/N had come along, he truly believed was beyond him. He could barely remember the feeling from childhood.

But as he put his hands on Y/N's stomach reverently, he felt the long-forgotten emotion surge through him, and for the first time since he was a little boy, his eyes filled up with tears. He blinked them away quickly and he'd deny them if asked, but he couldn't hide the joyful smile that lit up his face.

He saw the relief pass over Y/N's face and it hurt him a little that she'd been worried about his reaction. But he understood. He'd made no commitment to her, they'd exchanged no vows.

He was determined to rectify that and a few days later he was on one knee and she was saying yes.

The next six months were the best and happiest Ben had ever had. He was still dealing with Vought's bullshit, still sick of being paraded around as nothing more than living, breathing Vought propaganda. But that all melted away when he walked through the door to find Y/N waiting with open arms and eager lips.

He found a real, carnal pleasure in watching her body expanding with their growing child. He found he couldn't keep his hands off of her.

One night she'd cajoled him into dancing with her. She put on an old record and Billie Holiday's voice came crooning out of the speakers.

You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss

A sigh is just a sigh

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by

He let her pull him to his feet and rolled his eyes as though he was simply humoring her, but he was secretly thrilled to have her in his arms. Her round belly, where their child slept peacefully, was nestled protectively between them and Ben felt his heart expand while his mind ran riot.

Swaying back and forth, her head on his chest and her small hand clasped in his, he was suddenly terrified that he was going to be an absolutely rotten father.

Visions of his own childhood, full of wealth but empty of love and warmth, ran through his mind, and his father's voice echoed in his ears.

You're not a real man.

You're a fuck up.

Real men don't take shortcuts.

So you're supposed to be some kind of hero now? You? Impossible. You are nothing but a fucking disappointment.

Get out of my sight.

Y/N must have noticed him tensing up because she lifted her head from his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"

He was about to brush the question off, but then he looked deeply into Y/N's eyes, and where he'd once seen plainness, now he saw only bright beauty.

He shook his head and asked the question he was the most curious about, and the most scared of.

"Why are you with me, sweetheart? I'm an asshole, I'm rude and hard. I rarely do something if it doesn't benefit me. I'm not kind, I have no patience, not a lot of conscience. You're this sweet, pure thing, Y/N, so...why are you putting up with me? Why are you committing to me, why... Why do you love me?"

She reached up and smoothed away the frown between his brows.

"Isn't it obvious, my darling?" She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I think you're worth the investment." She said, repeating her initial assessment of him.

She smiled up at him, wide and sweet. "You're a better man than you think you are Benjamin Reed. I love the man you are, but everyday, I fall a little more in love with the man you're becoming."

For the first time since his mother died when he was six, he let a woman see a tear spill down his cheek.

Two days later, his team attacked, poisoning him and knocking him out. When he woke up he was a world away, tied to a table and screaming, as men in lab coats tried and failed to saw through his skin.

He shook his head, desperate to push away memories of the torture and keep himself in check. He needed to focus on the present.

He looked down at all the folders laid out in front of him. It had taken days to get to the truth, to track it down to a medical records storage facility, break in and scour through the files to find what he was looking for.

He'd read it all through a dozen times, but the information just rattled around in his mind as he tried to make sense of it.

He looked down at the words floating around on the page:

Patient deceased. Time of death, 11:06 August 20, 1984. Patient went into premature labor, likely brought on by stress. Patient suffered a stroke due to a pulmonary embolism during emergency c-section. Tried and failed to revive on the table.

That was it. That was all that was written about how the only light in his life had been snuffed out.

But he didn't need more. He could fill in the blanks on his own. She learned he was dead, as everyone seemed to believe he was, the shock had triggered labor, she died giving birth to a son.

A son that the records claimed only lived for a few hours. They called him simply "John". When the child died, Vought had apparently swooped in to arrange for body disposal, and a service for Y/N.

The records praised Vought and their charitable actions toward the child and it's mother, apparently all part of the company's charitable work with the hospital.

"Vought's good works shine through again." The official document had gushed.

Good works my ass, Ben thought. They took the body of my son to experiment, to test him and his genes.

Vought was constantly trying for a better Supe - faster, stronger, more endurance. No way they'd pass up the chance to study the dead child of a Supe.

Ben felt the rage boiling up again, his burning hot hatred of the company that had created him, began to make his chest glow under his newly returned super suit.

He felt the fury vibrating in his bones as he pictured each and every one of his former team, pictured how he was going to pull them apart, how he was going to crush their skulls under his bare hands.

He could feel the energy surging beneath his breastbone and he welcomed the destructive power he knew would come with it.

It ebbed ever so briefly as Y/N's voice whispered in his ear.

You're a better man than you think you are...

But his hesitation lasted only a moment. That better man was dead, murdered 40 years ago. In his place was a soldier. And the soldier's mission was clear.

Destroy Payback. Level Vought. Burn the world.

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[harrietpotterandthedemigods]

Spoiler alert, this will contain spoilers of the Percy Jackson tv series!

So, I’ve now watched the first two episodes of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and wow! I don’t even know where to begin!

First of all, was that a Rick cameo I saw in the principal’s office?! 😆😆😆❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Second, I love how Percy describes his feelings of being different to Sally. As someone who has ADHD myself, (and autism too) I am more than familiar with that feeling of other-ness. I was also diagnosed less than two months ago, mere weeks before my twenty first birth day. Which I also think is fairly well portrayed in Percy’s description, because even though he has a diagnosis already, the things he experience STILL can’t be explained by being neurodivergent, just like someone with undiagnosed neurodivergence can’t explain why they’re different beyond just quirkiness.

Harsh of Grover to just “rat him out” but it works much better than having to do another montage to the end of term.

While it’s not really accurate, I also love how Sally handles Smelly Gabe. Like a Queen! She’s a clear sighted mortal, Gabe is a looser who’s nowhere near as scary as everything else she must protect her son from.

THEY INCLUDED THE BLUE CANDY!!!!

The bullfighting with the Minotaur. A masterpiece. In this adaptation, Percy already has Anaklusmos, but he still has to kill the monster with his bare hands because he doesn’t yet know it returns to his pocket! I’ll admit I was a bit worried about that scene.

“You drool in your sleep”

There was some backlash over Annabeth’s casting, but Leah really is the perfect Annabeth. She might not be blond or look like book Annabeth in any other way, but unlike the Peter Johnson movies, they nailed the personality.

The same basically goes for Clarisse.

Dionysus’ portrayal is different from what I expected. I’m not saying that’s good or bad yet, the jury’s still out.

I don’t know if that dryad is supposed to be Grover’s mom, but unless coming episodes disproves it, I’m going with that. I don’t think Grover has ever mentioned his mother in the books, which is a shame, like come on! We even know Coach Hedge’s mother is a cloud nymph. I wanna know everything about Grover’s mom now.

As someone who does archery, that scene in the second episode solidifies a little headcanon of mine. That Percy uses the wrong equipment. You see, archery isn’t as much about which is your dominant hand as about your dominant eye. Most people are right eyed, but some people (myself included) are left eyed, and need a left bow. If I use the wrong bow, it becomes nearly impossible for me to aim. Also, archery is a sport that depends a lot on the equipment. It’s part skill, part how good the equipment is for you. There is no way Percy could be as bad as he is always described unless there’s he is also using the wrong equipment. (I really should include that in a fic sometime!)

Overall I’m really excited for the coming episodes! There is a lot more to point and squeal at, but I’m so excited I can’t sit still long enough to write it all out!

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[minbin2000]

oranges and sailboats (seungmin)

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pov: fem!reader x sailor!seungmin

word count: 6k

genre: romance, fluff, angst, mamma mia au, summery vibes, happy & sad

warnings: reader has bad memories of their home, not described in detail

a/n: I am so excited about this piece! I wanted to post this for Seungmin's birthday, but needed to make a few more edits before I was ready to post it. This fic is inspired by the Mamma Mia universe, specifically Donna and Bill's scene in the second movie. I don't know much about sailing, so the descriptions in the story may not accurately reflect sailing. I definitely cried writing this... so prepare a box of tissues in advance lol. Anyways, sorry for the long note, but I hope you enjoy it! Happy (late) birthday Seungmin!!

images from Pinterest!

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You weren’t born on this island, but it is the only home you have ever known. Your childhood in that cold, faraway place feels like a long-forgotten memory as you look around at the lush, Mediterranean landscape that surrounds you. Leaves of palm trees sway in the breeze, bright purple flowers open their petals to greet you, and the soft aroma of citrus floats in the air. You take a deep breath, breathing in the lovely, familiar scent. 

You swing open the door to the small cottage you call home. The white, stone structure is carefully situated on a hill in the village that occupies the island, giving you an excellent view of the life bustling downhill. An excited squeal and little arms wrapping around your legs greet you when you enter. You pick up your daughter, her eyes shining with excitement upon the return of her mother.

“Hi darling,” you coo to her. She begs you to come to the porch with her, and you oblige. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the already open doors. The sound of her bare feet tapping against the stone makes you smile fondly. Your daughter proudly shows you a tiny structure she built out of loose leaves, twigs, and rocks, beaming with satisfaction as you nod your head.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you praise her, examining the creation closely. Suddenly, a strong gust from the ocean blows and destroys your daughter's creation. Leaves and twigs swirl at your feet, resting once they reach the stone tiles. She bursts into tears at the sight of her ruined creation. You take her into your arms, telling her everything will be alright, reminding her she can always make a new creation tomorrow.

You look out to the shimmering blue ocean that extends endlessly before you. You have to squint; the summer sun makes it hard to keep your eyes fully open. Another playful breeze ruffles your hair and tickles your face, its salty scent stinging your nose. You see a singular sailboat cutting its way through the water, retreating into the vast ocean. Its white sail flaps in the breeze, carrying it past the island.

You continue to look out over the horizon as the sailboat floats away, an old, familiar memory creeping into your mind. Your heart warms as images of a sailboat and a long-lost young man come to the surface. You pull your daughter close to your chest and let the breeze tickle both of your faces. Your daughter quiets her tears, following your gaze and watching the sailboat. 

The ocean breeze sings to you, reeling your mind away from the present and into a time lost to years.

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The island continued to amaze you with every day that passed. It had only been a few weeks since you arrived, but something deep inside told you that you could stay there forever. A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the beauty that surrounded you.

You walked to the orchard of orange trees near your home, your skirt flowing around your legs. The hot, morning sun warmed the bare skin on your arms as you swung your bag back and forth. You reached high into the leaves of the tree bearing the most fruit and picked the delicious looking oranges. You shoved them into your mesh bag, attempting to gather as many as you could to sell at the market later that day.

Once your bag was almost too heavy for you to carry down the steep hill to the pier, you stopped picking fruit. With a huff you slung the bag over your back, making sure not to smash the oranges in the process. You began the trek down an ancient stone path littered with weeds and cracks, stopping to wipe the sweat from your brow every-so-often.

You hummed to yourself on the journey, looking out to the ocean with a smile. A few boats glided through the water towards the pier, likely carrying residents from nearby islands wanting to shop at your villages’ market. Your village was, after all, known for its impeccable produce stands. 

Eventually, you arrived at the pier. It was already bustling with shopkeepers setting up their stands and children running freely on the dock. Mothers scolded their children for running too close to the edge, afraid that they might fall into the sea. Happy chatter filled the pier as the shopkeepers brought their goods to the market. The local people waved to you as you passed by, commenting on how many oranges you have slung over your back. You laughed when you replied that you expect today will be a good day for sales.

“Good morning, Eleni,” you said to your friend when you arrived at her stand. She pushed thick, graying hair from her eyes and waved you over to her. You ducked under the canopy that shielded her produce and placed your bag on an old wooden chair. 

“Hello dear,” she greeted you. “I left this crate for your oranges today.” Eleni handed you a crate, its wood cracking with use and age.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the friendly, older woman. Eleni to you was like a ray of sunshine. The first day you arrived on the island, she found you outside of the local hotel, struggling to communicate with the front desk attendant with your limited Greek. She first laughed at you, but then gave you the kindest smile and spoke to you in your native language, inviting you to stay in her home. After spending a few days with her and helping stock the shelves in her shop, she offered you a place to live. Eleni owned a small cottage situated next to the orchard at the edge of the village. She said that you could live there for free, as long as you tended to her family’s orchard and sold the fruit at the market on Saturday’s. You agreed on the spot.

You arranged the oranges in the crate with a careful attention to detail, putting the ones with spots at the bottom and the most vibrant ones on top. You sat the crate on the edge of Eleni’s table and stood proudly behind your oranges. You smoothed out your skirt, a matching color with that of your product, as you waited for customers to arrive. 

People from the village walked down the hill towards the market, excited to see what new products were available. All sorts of people visited your stand. Mothers buying food for their families, small children wanting a treat, and elderly couples who strolled by and stopped to purchase one of Eleni’s famous lemon pastries all stopped by. You greeted each person as they shopped, beginning to recognize the locals. You tried to remember everyone’s names, but failed. You were grateful that the island was full of kind people who reminded you of their names gently when you forgot.

You observed people you did not recognize while they strolled through the market. There was a family who brought seven children with them on a tiny boat barely big enough for a family of four. Another notable visitor was a pair of sisters who looked like identical twins. The sisters walked together side-by-side, moving in unison about the market.

As you packaged two oranges for a little girl with bouncing curls, you locked eyes with someone you did not recognize standing across the pier. The stranger's gaze burned into you, and you looked down, again smiling at the child as she handed you her coins. She ran away excitedly with her oranges. You put the money in your cloth pouch,  grinning at the girls’ reaction. 

You raised your eyes to the next customer. The stranger, his smooth skin tanned from the summer sun, was standing in front of your crate of oranges. He picked through them, gently moving the ones he did not desire to the side of the crate. You watched as he did so, trying not to be obvious with how much you were studying him. This man, with his shining black hair and eyes to match, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He smiled at you, creases framing his eyes and lips curling in the corners.

“Hello,” he said, his voice as smooth as carmel. His accent wasn’t like that of the people on the island, but it also wasn’t like the one of the people where you came from, either. “How much are these oranges?” He moved his hand around the crate, selecting two oranges.

“A dollar each,” you said, your voice coming out with a squeak. You cleared your throat, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Perfect. I will take these two,” he said, extending the oranges to you. You took them from him, your hands brushing his calloused ones. You packaged his oranges with extra care.

“Two dollars, please,” you reply, holding his eye contact for the first time. He handed you the money, and you put it into your coin purse. “Thank you,” you smiled at him, nodding in appreciation of his business. He smiled at you again…that smile… and bid you goodbye. The handsome stranger continued on to the next stand, walking slowly as if to take in the scenery around him. You found yourself watching him closely as he purchased a loaf of bread from the next stand.

“Now who was that?” Eleni asked, sneaking up behind you. You startle at her sudden presence, jumping backwards and hitting your foot on the chair.

“I don’t know,” you say, turning away from Eleni and back towards the handsome stranger, ignoring the pain in your foot. To your embarrassment, he was already looking at you. He gave you a friendly grin, to which you replied with a shy wave. Eleni clicked her tongue in satisfaction.

“Whoever he is, I think he is more interested in you than your oranges, y/n,” she said, smiling to herself as she rearranged her pastries. “Or, perhaps it is just your oranges,” she chuckled.

You both laugh, a lovely, musical sound. You shook your head and grinned. Through the corner of your eye, you could see the handsome stranger looking your way from a stand just a few away from yours.

The summer sun beat down on you as you began to help Eleni pack up her unsold goods. You had sold every orange but two, both with a brown spot on the peel that you had not noticed that morning when you picked them.

You turned back to the orange crate to grab your unsold fruit after helping Eleni package a few lemons in a paper bag. To your surprise, the man is standing at your crate, holding the two oranges in one of his hands.

“I’ll take these last two,” he beamed at you. Eleni chuckled behind you, no doubt laughing at her own joke from earlier in the day. 

“You can have them for free,” you replied, not wanting to sell damaged goods. “They have spots, see?” you tell him, turning the oranges around in his hand to reveal the brown spots.

“Are you certain?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to just take these from you without paying...”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, feeling Eleni’s eyes on you as she watched from behind. “It’s not a problem at all,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“Well,” he replied, putting the oranges in the bag with the ones he had bought earlier in the day. “At least let me repay you with my time. I’m Seungmin,” he said, extending his hand out to you. Seungmin. You shook his hand, his hand firmly holding on to yours. “I can help you both carry your goods back to the village,” he offered, again with that contagious smile of his. You open your mouth to reply, but Eleni beats you to it.

“Absolutely. You can start with this crate,” she said, pointing a wrinkled finger at the largest crate she had brought. You gave Eleni a warning look, to which she replied with a smug grin and a flick of her hand. Seungmin reached for the crate, putting his bag of oranges and other goods inside of it. He lifted it with no effort, no doubt being stronger than he looked. 

“This way.” She beckoned for him to follow. He obeyed. You trailed behind the two of them, wondering just what Eleni had up her sleeve.

Eleni, being the extroverted chatter-box she was, instantly struck up a conversation with Seungmin. You wanted to listen in to their conversation, but were sidetracked when a neighbor of Eleni’s came to ask you how your sales were that day. You followed behind them with the older man, bidding him farewell when he reached the front door of his home. You hurried to catch up with Eleni and Seungmin once he left.

“Finally caught up, y/n?” Eleni joked. You saw Seungmin’s eyes light up at the sound of your name, not knowing it before Eleni had said something to you. You chuckled and shrugged, blaming your slow pace on the gentleman you had been walking with. After a few more trips up and down the hill, the only things left were two crates, one of them being your orange crate.

“I can take these back up,” Eleni offered. She grunted as she picked up the crate.

“Are you sure?” you and Seungmin asked simultaneously, exchanging a look after doing so. Eleni laughed at both of you, adjusting what she was carrying so it rested on her hips.

“I’m not completely helpless. Thank you for your help, Seungmin. And y/n, I’ll see you later,” she said with a nod, unable to wave while carrying the two crates. You watched her walk up the hill, surprised by her sudden exit. Eleni always stayed after the market to talk with anyone who would allow it, especially those who came to the island’s market from other places. And those with handsome faces, no less. 

You were left standing next to Seungmin, who awkwardly shuffled his feet.

“Y/n,” he asked, saying your name for the first time. Your timid gaze moved from the cobblestone street to his eyes. “Would you like to take a walk on the pier?”

Your heart leapt, not expecting him to want to spend more time with you. 

“Absolutely,” you replied, only realizing the eagerness of your reply after you said it. Seungmin slung the shopping bags over his back. “Here, let me carry something for you,” you offered, reaching out your hand to one of his shopping bags dangling awkwardly around his shoulders.

“If you insist,” he chuckled, handing you a mesh sack filled with food. You and Seungmin walked along the pier towards the docked boats. A cool breeze sprayed mist on both of you as you wandered along the ocean. Most of the boats had departed from the pier that you watched arrive earlier in the day.

“Ah! Here we are,” Seungmin exclaimed, pausing in front of a white sailboat.

“Is this yours?” you asked, impressed by the finely crafted boat. It was obvious that the boat was of high quality, and it was also impeccably clean.

“Yep,” he grinned, squinting from the bright sun reflecting off the water. Seungmin hopped onto the boat and set his bag on the deck. He reached toward you for the other bag. “Isn’t she beautiful?” He patted the mast lovingly, making you giggle.

“She is,” you replied. Seungmin leaned against the mast and smiled at you. The rush of heat returned to your cheeks. You looked off into the distance, swaying on your feet while attempting to hide your blushing. The sharp sound of the wind whistling through the sail filled the pause in your conversation.

“Would you like to sail with me?” he asked suddenly. Your gaze instantly fixated on him, slightly jarred by his request. You stand on the pier for a moment, contemplating your answer. “I mean, if not, that’s okay. I get it…” Seungmin rambled, moving away from the mast and busying himself with something to avoid your gaze. 

“Yeah. I’ll sail with you,” you replied, interrupting him. You knew you didn't have anything to lose by sailing with this handsome stranger. Deep down, something was urging you to get on the boat with him. You chose to listen, ready for an adventure. He immediately stopped his rambling and smiled widely.

“Great! Hop on,” he breathed, acting cutely relieved. He ran across the boat to you and held out his hand. You took his hand, and he gripped strongly onto yours. He pulled you onto the sailboat easily. You hopped over the small, exposed section of the ocean and onto the deck of Seungmin’s sailboat. 

You hadn’t been on a boat since you arrived on the island, and your feet wobbled on the unsteady rocking caused by the waves. Seungmin gripped onto both of your hands as you stumbled forward. 

“It takes a minute to get used to,” he chuckled. You didn’t reply for a moment, only focused on his hands tightly holding yours.

“Okay, okay, I think I’m balanced,” you breathed with relief. Neither of you let go of each other's hands for a moment, and instead, you looked up and met his gaze. You laughed awkwardly and released his hands, secretly wishing you could stay holding them for longer. “See? I got it!” you exclaimed, holding out your arms slightly for even more balance.

“You’ll need that balance once we get out to sea,” he laughed, walking toward the mast. His shoes tapped against the deck as he walked. Seungmin began untying intricate knots that held the sail to the wooden mast. His hands worked quickly and with precision.

“Would you like any help?” you asked, though you knew you wouldn’t be much help to someone who was a professional sailor. His eyes, trained on the knots, moved to you and softened.

“Sure,” he replied, waving you over. You were not expecting him to accept your offer, and your surprise must have shown on your face from the amused look that appeared on his. “Okay, maybe not with the knots,” he grinned, swiftly untying the last knot holding the sail onto the mast. “Can you help me pull up the anchor?” Seungmin jumped off an elevated deck and nodded toward where the anchor was cast over the side of the boat.

“Alright,” you nodded, wondering how you weren’t going to make yourself look like a fool. You walked to Seungmin and peered over the edge of the boat. A fraying rope holding a heavy anchor sunk into the water. You could make out the shape of the metal anchor through the crystal-clear water.

“Okay y/n, grab the rope here,” Seungmin instructed you. You turned to him and did as you were told. You placed your hands on the rope, the fibers scratching your palms. Seungmin stood behind you, placing his hands on the rope near yours. His fingers wrapped around the rope slowly, and he held it with all of his might. You tightened your own grip on the rope, your knuckles turning white.

“Ready?” he asked. You felt his breath on your ear when he spoke, and your skin prickled. “Pull!”

You mustered up all of your strength and pulled the rope backwards. Your breath hitched in your throat and you gritted your teeth. Seungmin did the same, clenching his jaw. You and Seungmin pulled on the rope, feeling the anchor lift from the ocean floor.

“Relax for a second,” Seungmin breathed. Your hands relaxed on the rope and you took a deep breath. You both paused, regripping the rope after letting the muscles in your arms relax. Seungmin asked you to pull again, and you tighten your grip on the rope.

You inhaled and pulled on the rope once more, confident that you could pull the anchor onto the boat this time. You planted your feet into the deck and leaned backwards. A strong wave from a boat passing nearby rocked Seungmin’s sailboat, making you lose your balance. With a yelp you fell backwards, crashing into Seungmin then onto the planks of the boat. The anchor dropped back to the ocean floor as you both lost your grip on the rope.

Realizing what you had done, you scrambled off of him, profusely apologizing. “I am so, so sorry, Seungmin. Oh my gosh…” you sputtered, putting a hand on your forehead. You cursed yourself for your clumsiness that always made you embarrass yourself.

“Are you alright?” he asked you, propping himself up with his elbows. Seungmin pushed his dark hair from his eyes, and you could tell he was trying not to laugh. Your mood lightened instantly.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you said, raising your eyebrows curiously at him. He grinned and shook his head.

“This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fallen while trying to pull this stupid thing up,” he replied with a shrug. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the embarrassment you felt a second earlier completely diminishing. You and Seungmin shared a laugh, then you apologized to him again.

“Want to try once more?” he asked, eyeing the rope that had fallen back into the water with a slight look of defeat.

“Yes,” you said, giving him a proud grin. You were never one to back down from a challenge. He raised his brows at you, amused by your attitude. You wiped your sweaty palms on your orange skirt. You gripped the rope tighter and scrunched your nose, focused on the task at hand. Seungmin moved to the same place behind you, though standing a few inches closer to you this time.

“One, two, three,” he counted. You both simultaneously pulled as hard as you could. The rough rope was uncomfortable against your smooth palms, but you put more effort into the task than before. You planted your feet on the planks and used all of your strength to pull the anchor up from the watery depths. Suddenly, the anchor appeared above the water. You and Seungmin tugged on the rope one final time, and the anchor plopped onto the deck of the boat. You laughed in delight.

“Finally!” he said excitedly. You turned to find his face just inches away from yours. Unable to look away from his soft brown eyes, your lips curled into a proud grin. You wondered if you should back away and put more distance between yourselves, but you became too distracted by his simple beauty up close.

“This way,” Seungmin said, beckoning you to the mast. He touched your arm lightly, leading the way. He instructed you to stay to the side of the boat as he lowered the sail, not wanting you to get hit when it fell. You didn’t mind staying off to the side and watching him work. Seungmin lowered the sail, pulling it tightly into place. The breeze caught the fabric and pulled the boat away from the dock with a leap.

Water lapped at its sides as Seungmin steered the sailboat further out into the ocean. You sat at the back of the boat, watching your new home become smaller and smaller. Old feelings of excitement that you felt when you first saw this view came to the surface of your mind, making you smile. You rested your head in your hands, admiring the scene.

“What are you thinking about?” Seungmin asked, sitting next to you and offering you one of the oranges you picked that morning. You took the piece of fruit from him, too famished to refuse his kind offer. He rolled up the sleeves of his cream, linen shirt and began peeling his orange. You tried not to stare at his exposed skin as you peeled your own fruit. He peeled the orange in one try, showing off his fully connected peel. You smirked and rolled your eyes, looking down at your own horribly picked off pieces of orange skin littering your lap.

“I just moved here a few weeks ago,” you told him, popping a piece of the orange into your mouth. The sweet but tart citrus juice greeted your tastebuds. You smiled internally, proud that your product was as delicious as it looked.

“Oh, really?” he asked curiously.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, chewing on a piece of the orange. You swallowed and continued, your voice quieting. “I was…I was ready for a change.” Seungmin nodded slowly and looked out to the darkening sky.

You hadn’t told many people why you left the dreary-weathered place you grew up for the sunny Mediterranean island. You couldn’t take living a rigid, strict life defined by the rules of society for any longer than you had. You were searching for something simpler. Your entire soul was searching for this simplicity that seemed lost to the people back where you were from. 

You looked at Seungmin, and he nodded in understanding. You didn’t know why, but something about Seungmin made you feel like you could trust him with anything. You could sense that maybe he was the same; someone looking for a simple life.

“What about you? What brings you to the island?” you asked, gazing at his handsome profile fondly.

“I’m like you,” he replied, setting the peel of his orange aside. “I was also ready for a change. I needed something new. Something I couldn’t find at home.” He looked at you, his gaze filled with emotions that you knew all too well.

“Where is home?” you asked. Seungmin told you about a small peninsula across the sea, known as Korea, where his family lived along the rocky seaside. He explained that his family had been fishing for years, but he was the only one who knew how to properly operate a sailboat rather than the small fishing boats most of his family used. Seungmin told you that their business was starting to slow as many people in his village were moving to larger, more modern cities. He smiled sadly at the ocean as he spoke to you. You could see the emotions of the memories etched on his face.

You rested your hand onto his. He looked down at your hands, then back to you. He laced his fingers through yours, slowly taking your hand in his. He then looked back at the vast ocean surrounding the boat. The sun was beginning to dip lower toward the horizon.

“I’m glad I was able to get away. I needed to see the world before I took over the family business,” he explained, hints of defeat in his soft voice. You inched closer to him on the seat, feeling a pull you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Fortunately, the pull you felt between the two of you was mutual. Seungmin wrapped his arm around you, and you leaned your head onto his shoulder. The soft linen of his shirt warmed your bare arms.

“When do you have to go home?” you whispered, matching the calm energy of the evening surrounding you.

“Soon,” he replied, his voice as soft as yours. “What about you?”

“I have nothing left for me there,” you exhaled, watching the sky turn from pink to black. Your chest tightened up with the hurt. “The island is my home now.”

“I see,” he replied, stroking your arm gently with his thumb. His touch left a burning, but soothing, sensation on your skin. You turned your face up to his, unable to help the strong desire you had to be closer to him. 

In the same moment, you both leaned in closer to each other, your lips touching. His lips felt soft, effortlessly meeting yours. He tasted like the salty ocean air, with the hints of orange on both of your lips greeting the other.

Your mind raced as you kissed him, telling yourself you should stop while it’s good for you. Since when do you kiss strangers? But, your heart was telling you a different story. Something about Seungmin felt so familiar to you, almost like you had known him your entire life. Telling him about your struggles and putting your lips onto his felt completely safe.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss. You opened your eyes to find him giving you a look of longing and knowing. You figured you must have looked ridiculous to him, heat rising to your cheeks and hands shaking with nerves. You laughed nervously, shifting your gaze away from his lips.

“I’m not usually so…” Seungmin interrupted your tense chatter with another gentle kiss. He wrapped his hand around your neck with care, holding your face close to his. In your second kiss, you melted into the moment completely. You let your negative thoughts drift away on the misty breeze that tousled your hair. There was no other place you would have rather been than on that sailboat in the middle of the ocean with him.

“So… what?” he asked, pulling away from your kiss only when both of you were out of breath. His eyes sparkled like the stars above you.

“It doesn’t matter,” you chuckled, once again leaning your head onto his shoulder. The light of the sun had dimmed entirely; the round light only a sliver above the water. You tilted your head upwards and stared at the clear night sky. Billions of stars winked down at the two of you.

“I’ve never seen a sky this clear,” Seungmin said, his voice quiet. You barely heard him whisper above the steady sound of the waves.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” you added, a smile creeping to your lips. He pulled you closer to him, allowing you to feel his warmth entirely.

“Stunning,” Seungmin said, looking down at you. You felt his gaze land on you and moved yours to his, leaning in for yet another magical kiss.

The rest of the evening was spent in the blissful company of each other, watching the moon rise above you in the eastern sky. You found out that Seungmin loved music and sang in his free time. You begged him to sing for you, and after much pleading, he obliged. He sang you a beautiful folk song from his home country. His singing was incredible, making you feel joyful and sad all at once. You were mesmerized by the way he conveyed his emotions through his voice. 

You clapped your hands furiously at the end of his song, your hands creating the only sound besides the waves at your secluded place in the middle of the ocean. You swore you could see a tear glimmering in his eyes, but he wiped it away before you could say anything. Seungmin hopped off of the staircase he was using as a stage and grabbed your hands lovingly.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, not resisting his touch.

“Dancing with you,” he replied, twirling you around in a circle. The layers of your orange skirt flowed around you, brushing against Seungmin’s jeans. He hummed the song he sang for you as you held each other in the moonlight.

You laughed gleefully, swaying along to the rhythm of the waves. His hands eventually found your waist, inviting you to come closer to him. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he hummed. You soaked in every moment you spent with him, knowing this night would not last forever.

“Can you stay?” you whispered after he had gone quiet, the only sound between the two of you that of steady breaths. Even though you already knew the answer, you asked this question anyway.

“I would if I could, y/n. I would if I could,” he replied, resting his head against yours with a gentle sigh.

“I… I don’t know what it is, but, but…” you stumbled on your words, a habit you possessed when your thoughts became jumbled with emotions.

“You can tell me,” he breathed. He ran his hand gently along your arm, his touch soothing you.

“I feel like I can trust you,” you began. “With anything. I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.” You admit these thoughts, not holding back any of your emotions. Hot tears stung your eyes, and you will yourself not to let them fall. Seungmin sensed your sadness, and he lifted your face to his.

“I feel the same way, y/n. I wish things were different,” he said, blinking regretfully. A tear fell from your eye, splashing onto the front of your navy blue shirt. Seungmin gently brushed it away. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” you said, wiping your eyes. “There’s no need for you to be. I mean, we only just met,” you tried to laugh. “Let’s be happy in this time we have together.” You smiled, swallowing your tears and putting a block on your aching heart. Seungmin sighed and ran his hands down your arms, stopping at your hands and holding them in his. He kissed the tops of your fingers.

“I agree. Let’s live in the moment.” He suddenly spun you around, hair whipping your face and your skirt twirling. You laughed joyfully, losing yourself in the unforgiving emotions that plagued you. You couldn’t help yourself when you leaned in to kiss him again, not ever wanting to return to shore. 

You and Seungmin spent the night in pure bliss. The emotional connection between the two of you was astonishing. You and Seungmin told each other about your childhood, not leaving out the embarrassing stories that made the other smile. Both of you told each other everything about your journey to the island. You found out that Seungmin had been sailing for months and was on his way home. You learned more about his family’s business and why he had mixed feelings about returning home. You learned of his deep devotion for his family that kept him sailing homeward, despite his wary feelings.

You told Seungmin about your troubled childhood and how you felt trapped in your home country. You explained how you journeyed across the continent without a destination in mind, wandering until you found the little Greek island that felt like home. 

He listened intently, nodding along as you poured your heart out to him. He never interrupted you, fully absorbed in what you had to say. Seungmin had a million questions for you, and he asked you all of them. You gave him honest answers, knowing he was also telling you his deepest truths. As your conversation continued, you felt more seen and heard than you had ever felt in your entire life. 

You knew this man was more than just a stranger you met on the pier. You felt connected to him, a red string of fate bringing you two together just when you needed each other. You were going to remember Seungmin this way for the rest of your life. These thoughts only made you sadder as the night turned into morning. The brightening sky reminded the both of you that your lovely moments together were coming to a close. With a sad smile, Seungmin stood and returned to the sail to steer the sailboat back to the island.

You watched as Seungmin stood surely at the mast of his sailboat, navigating the dawn currents with expertise. You sat at the front of the boat, watching your colorful island come into view. You closed your eyes and soaked in the ocean mist falling onto your face from the morning breeze. You took deep breaths of salty air, feeling faint tinges of it in your throat. You saw Seungmin doing the same, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

“Wait right there, y/n,” he said all of a sudden, rummaging through a backpack resting near the steering wheel. You turned back to him and saw that he was holding a film camera. “Smile!” he exclaimed, holding the camera up to his eyes to look through the tiny lens. You smiled brightly, your facial expression genuine. You didn’t bother primping your hair or fixing your clothes for the photo. Seungmin brought the camera down after taking your photo with the island in the background. “Beautiful,” he said, looking at you with awe.

You tried not to cry as the sailboat pulled up to the dock at the break of sunrise. You had to will yourself to stand as Seungmin tied the boat to the pier. Your hands were shaking as you approached him.

“I’ll never forget you, Seungmin,” you said, your voice cracking. You felt your chest begin to tighten. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You breathed in his scent, memorizing the feeling of him wrapped around you. You leaned your head up to kiss him, and found him already waiting for you. You memorized the taste of his lips, knowing deep down that you will never see him again.

“And I’ll never forget you, y/n. Thank you for giving me a beautiful memory,” he said. Seungmin reached his hand out to you, helping you step onto the pier. He began untying the sailboat, a tear falling from his eyes. 

Your knees trembled as you stood on the pier. Tears streamed down your face, not wanting to leave the only person in the world who you had felt such a deep connection with behind. The pain etched on his face showed you that he felt as connected to you as you felt to him.

Seungmin reached for your hands one last time. You took them, holding on tightly. You looked him in the eyes as the boat began to float away from the pier. You both stretched your arms as far as they could go, until you felt the tips of his fingers slip through yours, the phantom of his hands remaining in yours.

“Goodbye, y/n,” Seungmin said, waving to you with one hand and keeping the other on the ropes of the sail. The sailboat floated further away from you and your island with each passing moment.

“Goodbye, Seungmin,” you said, holding trembling hands to your chest. He waved to you for as long as he could before he had to untie the sail completely. You watched him lower the white sail, seeing it catch on a morning breeze and pull him eastward even further away from you. With a heavy heart and vision blurring with tears, you stood on the pier watching Seungmin disappear over the horizon. You watched until you could no longer see his white sails on the blue water. A sob escaped your lips, watching the only person who knew almost everything about you vanish forever.

“I love you,” you whispered, your words floating away on the cool ocean breeze.

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