#idk I think right now it kinda looks like a squares been put behind him?

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

heyyy! I saw you are writing for the balsas of songbirds and snakes? Can you do Coriolanus x reader!fem, you can CHOOSE the plot, and can you make it a little long???

This was a bit difficult to get to since I had no clue what to write 😭 Don’t worry though, I kinda liked this creative freedom

Coriolanus Snow x Fem! Reader (romantic)

I did have reader take the place of Lucy Gray. Instead of singing, reader is picking nearby flowers or something silly idk

Summary: Coriolanus is off in District Twelve and goes off to find the reader within the district.

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The sun pelted down on Coriolanus' pale skin; the softness of his clean skin grew sticky with sweat. The sky held no clouds, just blue. His clothes grew uncomfortable as he made his way through District Twelve.

Coriolanus had walked around town for several minutes, maybe thirty, forty? He had almost grown tired. But he continued, hoping to find a place called "the seam", or whatever the people of District Twelve called area.

The dirt on the ground had grown from a deep brown to a vibrant dry brown, the water sucked from the ground by the sun beating down on it. Sweat slowly dripped down from Coriolanus' forehead. Oh, how he wanted to give up. But the idea of finding his pretty victor drew him deeper into the town.

Coriolanus' eyes drew wide as he looked around the township, looking at the decrepit houses that drew worse looker the farther he went from the town square. The red brick buildings within the town square slowly turned to greying metal or cement housing, vines crawling up the side of the houses.

Several people were outside their homes, cleaning their porches or picking at the plants just below the shingles of house. Coriolanus glanced from each of the homes, watching the children near their homes run with each other. He turned his head away and continued down the road, his head held high, remembering what he was truly walking these disgusting streets for.

Coriolanus finally stopped in front of a home, a grey home that looked similar to the others around it. But what was different was the people standing in their backyard.

A short, blonde girl kneeled over a short green plant, plucking the vibrantly red strawberries from their stems with a sharp pull. The sound of a soft ‘thud’ made Coriolanus realize there was a small brown basket near her feet. Occasionally, she would take the fruits from their stems and eat them, turning away to not get caught by a dark-haired girl nearby.

Coriolanus cleared his throat before calling out to the dark-haired gal. "Hello! Can I speak with you quick?" The girl looked up to him before looking to the blonde girl, saying something, then walking to him.

"May I help you?" She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. He couldn't help thinking she was only being nice because he obviously looked like a peacekeeper.

"Yes, you can. I was looking for (Y/n). I was told by my friend she lived here or nearby," Coriolanus replied. He glanced at the blonde girl near the strawberries, who stared at him too. The dark-haired girl raised her brow and nodded.

"Yes, she does. She's not here right now." The dark-haired girl remarked. The blonde girl behind her picked up the basket with a huff, hauling it onto her arm, in the curve of her elbow.

"Who're you looking for?" The blonde asked, looking him up and down. Coriolanus turned to her and smiled, hoping to seem friendlier so they don't think he's there for something else.

"Maude Ivory, I can handle this myself. Now go put the strawberries in the house," the dark-haired girl muttered. The girl named Maude Ivory gave her a quick look, almost determined before turning back to Coriolanus.

"Who are you looking for?" Maude Ivory asked again.

"(Y/n). I've been meaning to see her," Coriolanus answered.

"(Y/n)? She's out in the field." She smiled at him. "She didn't say she was expecting visitors." Maude Ivory said to the dark-haired girl then turned to the house.

The girl glances at Maude Ivory as she walks towards their home then turns back to him. "(Y/n)'s in the field just down the road. The road stops going after a bit but there's a big tree near the clearing, the field really, that she likes. You'll find her there."

Coriolanus nods and thanks her quickly before making his way down the road. He looked over his shoulder and saw the lady huff a sigh of relief at him not being there for other reasons. But he couldn't care about what they could be so worrisome about, he was too busy thinking about you.

He followed the path to the best of his abilities, trying to go to where the gal had told him to. Down the road until it ended and to a tree in the clearing. It was a pretty sight, the green and brown of the trees degrading into the sun yellow of the grass.

Nonetheless, he pursued into the tall plants. And the dark-haired girl was right, the clearing led to a tree overlooking the rest of the field. As he walked over the tall grass around him, he tried looking for you.

And he was so happy when he finally saw you, sitting below the branches of the tree, picking the yellowing flowers around you.

His eyes almost stared daggers into your back, but not in a negative way. It was in a way he meant he could stare at you forever and ever. Your skin was not covered in blood and dirt, it was clean and unbruised. It was almost odd to see, it was like you were an entirely different person, not the one he had mentored during the Games or the person he had kept safe in the arena.

The weeks he had been training and not looking for you properly had done you good, your skin was now unscathed, the cuts you sustained in the arena now were only (nearly) invisible scars. You must have gotten all pretty for him, just in case he found you again.

Coriolanus couldn't deny, you looked beautiful. You were like a vibrant flower amongst wilted ones, vibrant and fresh, unlike the rest of your district. You may have looked beautiful, sitting alone in a field, but you would have looked more beautiful in his arms. You used to be his tribute, but you were now his girl. His.

He couldn't help but question if you would recognize him. His hair was buzzed, and he did not wear the clothes he used to wear. Coriolanus was not the same as he was before, physically at least. But he hoped you adored him as much as you had before.

The yellowing green grass stood tall in the flowing wind, shining bright in the yellow sun. The grass slowly drew to white then yellowing, fresh dandelions. The plants below Coriolanus' feet made a rustling sound. His boot was brought town in a lazy yet harsh way, putting more weight into the step. The sudden sound of rustling grass caused you to jolt in the direction of the sound.

Neither you nor Coriolanus said a word as you stared; the silence was only halted by the wind in the grass. He stood under the tree, the shade falling over his face, over his eyes, and hiding the odd feelings he felt when he saw you. Maybe it was love or adoration, or something else he didn't think was important. But he couldn't tell which he felt, and he didn't care.

"I'm sorry, every sound scares me ever since I've left the arena," you say suddenly. Sitting down your basket, you stand to greet him. Smoothing out your clothes, you gazed at him, slowly stepping closer to him. "Why are you here? How'd you get here?"

The suddenness of the question made Coriolanus think of how embarrassed he felt when he remembered getting caught by Dr Gaul and Dean Highbottom. God, he wanted to forget that moment once and for all.

"I did some things I shouldn't have for you to win. I messed with the Games a little too much." Coriolanus said, hoping to lighten the mood. You didn't smile but nodded in understanding.

"You killed that boy, Bobbin, right? I remember seeing Coral going after you when you were in the arena too," you remarked. You didn't say anything again, expecting a direct answer.

"It was the only thing I could do; he would have killed me if I hadn't." Coriolanus returned, hoping you would understand his murder. He didn't need to kill Bobbin; he was weak, and Coriolanus had hit him several times. But that odd feeling he felt when he raised his arm again to strike Bobbin, he couldn't help it. Coriolanus couldn't help liking it.

You gaze at him for several seconds, then nod and walk closer. Your hands were close to your body. "Coriolanus, I don't want you seeing me differently because of what I had to do in that arena," you mutter and purse your lips. "I don't view you differently for what you had to do."

He couldn't stand the idea of seeing you differently, he wouldn't be able to. You were still the kind girl he had spoken to in the monkey house, and you were the same kind girl he was looking at now. There wasn't anything different about you, except for the fact you were better fed and weren't dirty unlike how you were in the Capital.

"I don't see you differently. You haven't changed at all." Coriolanus spoke, peering at you, his eyes harder than he would prefer. "You're still you, even if you hurt a couple people. I hurt people too, but you don't see me differently."

Staring at him, you walked closer until the tip of your boots touch his. Your face was soft as you looked up at his lips and into his eyes. Coriolanus stared at you just as much, maybe more than you did. But he didn't care. You were beautiful and he couldn't help thinking of how willing you were to get closer to him.

Coriolanus adored the closeness, it felt awkward, but he liked it, nonetheless. Seeing so much of you, the small details of your skin and the intricacies of your eyes were so much for him. He couldn't stop the feeling of warmth from flooding his face.

"You promise? Nothing will change." You mutter and look into his eyes. Coriolanus pursed his lips and nodded. His hand crept closer to yours, his fingers slowly intertwined with yours.

"I promise, nothing will change. You aren't the person you were in the arena. None of the things you did will hurt you now. You did what you must." He stated with a small harshness in his voice. Maybe it was your willingness to believe Coriolanus wouldn't see you the same when you were exactly how you were before. You were still kind and beautiful, but the one thing you weren't before was his girl, romantically, at least.

Silence followed his statement; you didn't know what else to say. Maybe you could smile and thank him or say something kind back to him. But Coriolanus already chose for you. His hand pulled yours just enough to pull you into him. His hand moved up your arm and to your face, holding you softly in his hands.

You looked delicate in his grasp; the skin of your face was soft against his callused hands. Your eyes were so soft too, it was like you were asking to get a kiss from him. He'd hope he'd give you a better kiss than he did back in the Capital.

Coriolanus' movement was swift, he didn't need to hesitate, he knew what he wanted. His, slightly bruised, lips pressed against your delicate ones. You were obviously caught off guard by the feeling, but you accepted it quickly, pressing against him too.

His grasp was tight on your hands, holding them against his chest, hoping to keep you close. He needed to kiss you more. The split on his lip nearly opened as he pressed harder against your lips.

You had to pull away at some point, needing to breath was pretty important. But Coriolanus didn't want to pull away, something ate at him. If you allowed him, he would do so much more.

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So sorry this took so long omg.

My tbosas masterlist

#ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #thg prequel #coriolanus snow #tbosas x reader #coriolanus snow x fem reader #coriolanus snow x reader #x fem reader #x reader #thg fanfiction #thg fanfic #hunger games #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas movie #tbosas fanfic #tbosas fic #coriolanus x female reader #x female reader

[cloudcountry]

unobtainable (spoilers for books 3 & 4)

Genre/Tropes: Unrequited Love (Reader towards Azul.)

Summary: Azul is so beautiful, yet so untouchable.

Author's Comments: Idk what this is I just wanted to hurt. I'm in a mood right now I DONT KNOW HELP!!! Also I had the idea to write a sequel where either Jade or Floyd helps the reader get over Azul and they get together, but not as rebound thing where Azul likes the reader later no no no! He stays uninterested but reader is happy with their new bf(s) and its cute but also idk I kinda like just leaving it at angst LMAO

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You spent your afternoons after class at the Mostro Lounge. It was a venture you enjoyed making, and a place you enjoyed going to in order to relax. The atmosphere was calming after the chaos you endured day after day in this world you were destined to stay in until the foreseeable future.

You’d made pretty good friends with both Jade and Floyd at this point, though you knew it wasn’t emotional on their side. They found you entertaining, and you were willing to put up with that if it meant having more people to support you during your difficult time here. Ace and Deuce would always be your favorites, but the amount of Overblots that had been occurring lately had you worried. Of course the magicless student would be tasked with dealing with the overuse of magic by some of Night Raven College’s most powerful students.

“The usual?” Jade asked, smiling serenely at you.

“Uh huh.” you smiled back, eyes darting around the establishment in search of a very specific person, “Is...Is Azul in today?”

Jade laughed a bit at your question, gesturing to the VIP Room. Swallowing thickly, you stared at the door as if willing him to appear. When he didn’t, you looked up at Jade again.

“Jade...how many points do I have? Can I see him?” you asked, your nerves making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“You may,” his expression made it clear that he knew of your feelings, but you chose to ignore it, “I’ll let him know you’re coming after you finish your drink.”

As Jade stepped away from your table, you felt your heart give a jump. You were finally going to confess how you felt—after dealing with his Overblot and how he reacted to you at the museum and how he tried to protect you during Jamil’s Overblot, you were sure you had a chance. The two of you had gotten relatively close over the course of the last few months, and all of it had led up to this moment! You were going to confess to Azul and nothing would stand in your way. Jade brought back your drink with a smile, setting it down in front of you without another word. He’d added his own personal touch on it, you realized, staring at the little octopus design floating on the surface. That wasn’t a part of your usual. Sipping on the beverage thoughtfully, you considered your words carefully. Should you confess bluntly or romantically? Should you have gotten him a gift? What if you blurt out something out that offends him? What if he thinks you’re trying to get something out of him again and misses the point of your confession? You wanted to finish the drink quickly, but your nerves made it seem like it was taking forever.

“Azul is ready to see you.” Jade placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you up from your seat.

You said nothing as he led you closer and closer to the VIP Room, your heart pounding in your chest. You had to tell him or you’d regret it forever. Steeling your nerves, you squared your shoulders and walked a bit ahead of Jade. You could do this.

He chuckled as he knocked on the door, the immediate “come in” from inside making your heart stutter. Jade opened the door and pushed you inside gently, still smiling as he closed the door behind you. You met Azul’s cool gaze, his gray eyes drowning you in their depth. You swallow thickly, stepping closer to him.

“Come here. Have a seat.” he offered you a polite smile, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk, “Ironic, is it not? You break hundreds of my contracts and now you’re here asking for a deal.”

“No hard feelings I hope...?” you winced, sitting down as quickly as possible.

“None at all.” he reassured you, his voice betraying the slightest hint of bitterness.

Oh well, you should have expected that. You did destroy years of his hard work in the blink of an eye. Even if it was Leona...you still orchestrated the whole thing. You hoped he wouldn’t mind your confession after this rocky start. Yikes.

You cleared your throat before you continued speaking.

“I’m...not here for a contract. I actually just wanted to tell you something.” you said, trying hard to hold his gaze as you steeled your nerves again.

“What is it, then?” Azul eyes you warily, adjusting his glasses.

“I would like to go out with you sometime. Just the two of us. If you wouldn’t mind. I think...you’re really intelligent, and you’re so competent which is hard to find at a school like this, you’re always so composed and have an air of power and strength that takes my breath away. You’re really resourceful and think through everything you do and I’m sure you knew how I felt before I did because you’re so aware of everything that happens around you. So, um...if you’d like to do something with me, whenever you’re free, I’d like that a lot!” you inhaled deeply once you finished speaking, proud of yourself for maintaining eye contact that entire time.

You weren’t sure how you did it—you probably just froze and couldn’t move any part of your body but hey, at least you managed to confess this time. Azul’s expression was the slightest bit shocked, his composure betraying nothing but that sliver of surprise. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses again, seemingly flustered by your admission.

“Why would I go out with you? You’re going to leave anyway.” Azul replied, his words cold and blunt and unfeeling, “It’d do you some good to not get attached. You don’t quite belong in this world, Prefect, as magicless as you are.”

You gasped, your heart shattering in your chest. Azul looked at you with pity in his gaze, his mouth twisted into a frown.

“Is that everything you had to discuss with me? I apologize, but I do not share the same sentiments. If you’re going to meet with me again, please make sure it’s for a deal and not for...emotional matters.” he gave you another smile, this one less relaxed than the previous one.

“That’s...that’s all. Thank you for listening to me, Azul.” you mumbled, too shocked by the rejection to speak.

“Lovely. Out you go, dear.” he said just as Jade opened the door again.

“Your time is up. I hope the transaction went well?” he asked, gaze flickering from you to Azul.

“No such thing happened. Please escort the Prefect out.” Azul didn’t spare you another glance, his focus shifting to the documents on his table.

“Yes.” Jade held out his hand for you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

He knew.

You didn’t take his hand, stumbling out of the VIP Room as the world spun around you.

Azul Ashengrotto was entirely, irrevocably, unobtainable.

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #angst #azul ashengrotto

[planetknoxville]

You’re not my dad (Johnny Knoxville x Reader ft Bam)

Under 18 do not interact 

Notes: I've read every bit of Knoxville fanfiction there is so im going to have to write my own. I need this man out of my head, it's becoming a problem. The time its set is kinda around movie 2 or 3 or 4 idk who cares. It's not quite fluff, not quite smut, just a kinda fatherly Johnny because I'm a sick sick individual. I made up a character called jess she a dickhouse chick i guess just made her up cause i hate the Y/N thing lol

Warning: Blood, drinking, swearing, reckless mentally ill behavior, daddy kink if you squint,  etc

Please drink responsibly 

words 2400ish

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“Come on dipshit”

 I looked up to find Bam standing in front of me with a cooler in one hand and both of your skateboards in the other. I knew that cooler wasn't his and would have bet this month’s salary on it containing beers he'd stolen from catering that were meant for after filming had wrapped for today.

“A bit presumptuous that I’d want to hang out with you Brandon”, You said peering over the top of the trash magazine you’d been pretending to read. The day was going very slowly, as only a few people were actually on set and the ones that were here were absorbed in work you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. So, there you were lounging in a camp chair waiting for some dumb stunt that you knew was not happening today.

“Come onnnnn..” he whined, kicking you squarely in the shin.

“You’re a menace to society” you said through gritted teeth. Sighing in resignation you rose from your chair and immediately shoving him as hard as you could. He barely stumbled and looked back at me with disbelief, “ Is that all you’ve got Jess?”

We slipped behind the sea of large blue tents that shielded the expensive camera equipment and crew from the sun. We’d been filming in the paramount lot for two weeks now, there were several air conditioned warehouses but no, the holy trio of Jeff, Spike and Johnny had decided that outside in the boiling Los Angeles heat was far better. You began to think they were really pranking you with melanoma.

Filming was usually fun but there was a lot of waiting around. Get ready and wait, they always say. Bam and I were a lot alike, both liked skating and found it especially hard to do nothing or sit still so naturally, we became fast friends. In the first couple of days of mucking around we had found a few unused (hopefully) planks of wood, a large flat sheet of plywood, some milk crates and other assorted junk which we squirreled away and started building our very own skate park. It was precarious and constantly breaking but that was half the fun. It was tucked away in the corner of the giant concrete lot, our own private death trap. Just few bushes, a metal park bench with a plaque of remembrance for some executive that probably should be forgotten and the two dickheads dumb enough to fuck around and find out.

You both started throwing beers back like it was your job. If we couldn’t do our actual jobs then we had to put our talents to good use. Technically, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping away, and sweat was dripping down your face right into your eyes.

“Fucking hell”, you moaned, using your sleeve to mop your brow blinking rapidly as the salt made your vison blurry. “Take off your jacket, Numbnuts,” Bam shouted.

“It's part of the outfit dummy” you did a little turn.

“You look homeless Jess.”

 Unfortunately, it was kind of true. the black and white flannel you were wearing had more holes than you could count, the white crop was dangerously thin close to showing your nipple piercings and you'd patched up the knee of your jeans only last night. You'd done it drunk and after sticking yourself a few too many times declared it done and perfect. But you were afraid if you looked at it too close it would fall apart. The icing on the cake was the white bandana you had been wearing as a shitty ineffective mask to get past the covid police that was still tied around your neck. A plague neckerchief if you will.

"Fine" you slipped it off your shoulders. Bundling it up into a ball, you took aim throwing it at the metal bench but missed, landing it directly in the middle of a bush. “Good one” Bam sneered. You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses, aware that he probably couldn't even see it, so you flipped him off to drive the point home.  

You heard the general chatter from inside the tent grow louder and the both of you froze, looking at each other in mild panic. It wasn’t necessarily a secret what you’d been doing, people generally knew where to find us but you weren’t super keen on having soul sucking executives know about the giant liability that the two of you had created (outside of the carefully planned stunts).

 “Shit” we both scrambled to throw our discarded beer bottles behind our friend The Bush.

Two men started walking around the tarps and into our janky club house. As they got closer, you both audibly relaxed. It was Spike and Johnny. “Calm down guys we’re not here to break up the party” Spike still looked annoyed “it’s not like we can go ahead anyway today”

Johnny touched him on the shoulder and said “bring the camera back here, one of these idiots is bound to eat shit" he looked over his stupid aviators at me, winking. “I’ll bet $100 it will be you Doll”.

My cheeks started to grow hot and not from the beer. How did he always know what to say, it took all your self-control not to turn and stare. Like most women alive you found him irresistible, but you were dealing with it by pretending he didn’t exist. The men continue to stand in the cool shade, chatting but also watching. You hated that. Please fuck off Knoxville let me look like shit in peace, you thought bitterly

We began skating again, trying to stick the landing of a ramp we'd built only the day before. You’d even “borrowed” the props department's power drill because Bam was moaning about going the extra mile. You took your run up and predictably the ramp bowed in middle causing you to bail half way through stumbling and tripping over your board. You could feel the four beers you’d sculled sloshing around in your stomach, cheering you on internally.  

Spike started to clap slowly, jeering sarcastic encouragement “You've almost got it”

 “It's looking like a really good doll” Johnny, not even trying to keep a straight face.

“This is not conducive to my success fossils” You got back on your board rolling over to the cooler. Johnny put a hand over his heart feigning emotional distress.

Cracking another beer, you saw Johnny raise an eyebrow. You'd think for a man with his history, he’d be a little cooler. “You want one Irving? You need to loosen up”.

Turning away from the death glare and back to Bam who was lining up for his turn.

 “That shit is wobblier than your ass,” you whined.

Bam laughed “You're leaning into it way too much”.

“Then you fucking do it” you shoved him as you passed continuing to circle the ramp draining your beer and throwing it into the bush. It missed hitting the side of the bench breaking into a million pieces.

“Jess!!!” a chorus rang out and I raised my hands in an admission of guilt. “Don't worry baby I'll clean it up”. Snatching up and popping the top off another beer, you made a show of putting it safely on the ground out of the way. You could feel Johnny's eyes burning right through as you and Bam began to giggle uncontrollably.

“You've got this right? I’m going home” Spike clapped Johnny on the back. “I will see you both tomorrow whether or not you’re hungover” he pointed his fingers at us. Simultaneously we both sprang to attention “Sir, yes Sir” arms raised in a salute. He walked away mumbling and rolling his eyes.

“Thank god”, you cheekily beamed, “because I'm drunk as fuck”. Bam grinned back “let's hang here for a while, I've got something special”. From his pocket he pulled a silver flask. Gleefully you grabbed it, downing a huge mouthful.

“Woahhhh” Johnny shouted “You need to take it fucking easy”.

“Alright precious” You handed the flask back reluctantly.

“Did you know I used to be a gymnast?” you shouted back, “Could put my legs behind my head”. Johnny's mouth fell open in what you didn’t know was shock or disapproval. Bam barked a laugh, half of his sip coming out his mouth, the other out his nose. You patted him on the back patronizingly as he doubled over coughing still laughing.

“I can still do some of the tricks”. You launched yourself forward in a cartwheel. “I used to be able to do this thing, we called it the Hawk Tony”.

 “Why?” Bam wheezed.

“Cause you skate upside down.”

 Lining up with the skateboard, you took a deep breath and let the liquor flood your body with electricity. You planted my hands directly in the middle of the grip, balancing carefully and flicking your legs up vertically. A pretty decent handstand you thought for a bitch ten years out of practice. You hear Johnny let out a low whistle “Why didn't I think of that”.

“Well well look at you go” Bam said “Can you move?” As if a handstand on a skateboard was not enough? “You bet” I balanced on one hand, using the other to push off the concrete. Balancing was a lot harder than you remember and you needed to push off several times, but you did a circle around the park, stood up with only the slightest wobble, then raised your hands in a proper dismount and bowed to the now clapping Bam and Johnny.

“Jess!!! Look at yourself” Bam shouted. Thinking my shoelace had come undone I glanced down only to see scarlet droplets raining down on the concrete. I pressed my fingers to my face as if to check for a nosebleed when I saw my hand.

A bloody gash with a shard of broken glass. Beer bottle glass. "If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions”. Johnny started walking over, Bam stood motionless with an unopened bottle in his hand.

“Seriously guys don't even worry it's not that bad” you looked over at Johnny and smiling like an idiot you took two bloody fingers and wiped it over your cheek like some kind of grotesque Eye Black that footballers wore.  You pulled the glass from your palm, undoing the bandana from around your neck and tying it around your hand, tightening it with your teeth.

Johnny reached his hands out for you, “Come here kid, let me look at it”. Very quickly and impulsively you chucked down your board and rode out of his grasp. “Are you shitting me, Jess? Come back here”.

“I'm fine, Mr Knoxville. It's just a scratch.” You teased. The alcohol had made you feel nothing but a warm confidence. Bam had unfrozen coming over to stand next to Johnny like two disapproving parents. “Seriously, dude. You're bleeding kinda a lot.” he said nervously.

“Oh no, someone is bleeding on the set of Jackass. What a tragedy. How will I ever survive??” You waved your hands around in the air dramatically, unaware of the blood slowly but surely dripping down your fingers. You continued skating around, deaf to their pleas to stop and come to the medical tent. You snagged another beer, this time using your teeth to open the bottle.

“You guys are being ridiculous, okay I’m fine” You downed most of the beer as a trophy for your misguided victory lap. Johnny turned to bam, whispered something to him. “What are you girls gossiping about?” You queried.

Bam nodded, got on his board and started skating around. Thinking he'd finally relaxed, you rode alongside him grinning. He was just a board length ahead of you when he sharply cut in front of you, and you had to abruptly stop, staggering sidewards. ��Bam you fucking stupid cun...” Your stream of profanity cut off by legendary stuntman and actor Johnny Knoxville HOISTING you over one shoulder and hauling your bloody drunken ass towards the medic tent.

“Fucking put me down” you squeal wiggling desperately. This was the most mortifying thing you could have ever imagined, you’d rather drown in horse cum. You couldn't help noticing how effortlessly he carried you, like a ragdoll, he'd picked you up like you weighed nothing.

“Darlin, you should have come on your own when I gave you the chance”.

“Please put me down, I'll walk”. You whined now seeing the blood-soaked bandana, your head swimming from both the beer and being upside down. You could see the trail of red you’d left, staining the footpath and his white shirt where you were grasping at. He continued on his way ignoring your cries, leaving a bemused Bam to pour beer on the ground to wash away the literal crime scene you caused.

“Asshole You're not my dad”.

“Well, someone's gotta be, doll”, he drawled. God that accent, it pulsed straight to your core. You'd fantasized about him manhandling you sure but not like this. “PUT ME DOWN” you all but screamed at him. You pulled hard on his belt, hard enough to rip the stitches on his belt loops, leaving bloody smears on the white letters that spelled KNOXVILLE. You heard him hiss and then he slapped you hard, half on the butt, half on the top of your thighs. You were genuinely speechless. Humiliated and in increasingly more pain, tears filled your eyes and you finally stopped struggling.

“If I'd known spanking you would have gotten you to behave, I would have done it weeks ago” He chuckled, bending his knees slightly to enter the tent. He put you down on your feet with a shit eating grin plastered all over his smug, stupid, beautiful face. You stared at him blankly as his features blurred with the bright light they had illuminating the tent, your own head swimming and you could hear ringing. His strong muscular arms snaked out, grasping your shoulders as you swayed slightly forward, slumping your head against his chest.  “Baby it’s okay, Take it easy”. He held you gently and whispered the comforting words against the top of your hair as the confused but attentive medic pulled forward a stretch for him to lay you on. You moaned at the loss of contact, cringing internally that you’d made a sound like that out loud, but he held this small smile on his lips. He grabbed your other hand and murmured into the back of it “It’s okay,  I’ve got you”. As your head began clear, you started to sober up and the medic cleaned and dressed your wound, you looked over to see Johnny staring intently at you with a egotistical smirk plastered on his awful handsome face.

“What?” You groaned desperately trying to cover your face with your arm, but he held your fingers in a firm embrace. Forcing you to keep looking at him. How were you ever going to live this down.

“I guess you owe me that hundred bucks baby girl”.

#johnny knoxville #jackass x reader #jackass #bam margera #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville fic #Johnny Knoxville smut #johnny knoxville x reader #steve o #dickhouse

[miitarashi]

Note: i've been writing alot just about Leo,so let's make some changes in here. I give to y'all some of my headcanons! Or a situation that involves the headcanon,idk.

Note²: and again, if they are out of character,sorry cuz i don't really know about they manerism,but believe me when i say,i tried 😔✊🏽.

Warnings: forgot to put this. A lot of swearing, misspelling words (cuz i'm a inattentive bitch) and probably i'm gonna redo.

Prompt: you have the same insecure as them.

✨Headcanons✨

Raphael:

Her body.

Mostly because i headcanon her as a trans girl. She wants to be more feminine,more cute and fragile but when she sees herself in a mirror,she sees anything but feminine and you were the same.

In your case,your body aways looked more like a boy or sometimes,not even that.

You wanted a middle size breast.

More feminine features.

Beautiful waist.

Long and curly hair...

But all you got is a mini breast,waist kinda in form of a square and a terrible straight hair,you not even straight God dammit!

And one day,you breakdown. Looking for your figure in the mirror for more than you can handle,texting Raphaela who's right away showed up in your house. Coming to your room,seeing you on the floor crying and sobbing hugging yourself.

She rushed picking you from the floor and putting you on her lap caressing your back gently for some comfort.

"[name],what happen?" - she asked quietly, sounds like if she talk a little more loud you would run away. When you didn't respond,she knew why.

"...crisis again?" - you nodded - "my beautiful cupcake,you know how perfect ya is? If you don't,lemme tell ya,i mean...wanna hear it?" - another nod - "ight,where do Raphaela starts? Hmm...oh! Your body! They are so cutie! It's good to squeeze cuz you have skin and meat enough to be soft and smooth like a marshmallow"

You laugh a little,cleaning the tear remain in silence to hear just her voice.

"lemme see more...your hair? I love it, it's easy to deal with and he match perfect with you! And because you treat him really well,your hair is soft and soo good to smell. Last but not least" - she hold carefully your face, lifting up to her see better smiling at you - "your beautiful face that makes my heart beat faster whatever i see you because of how pretty they are"

The tears coming again,but this time, it's tears of relief and happiness. You hug her, whispering "thank you" several times,she chuckle a bit hugging back,you could hear her heart racing probably because what she said still blushing.

"again, thank you for it Raphaela. This words coming from a girl so beautiful and precious like you...really makes me feel better. I love you" - she looked surprised. She? Beautiful with this body? She tigh the hug more, hidding her face in your neck and quickly you feel something wet knewing right away.

"what? You really don't think yourself is pretty teddybear?"

"n-no i..."

"well,now it's my time to spoil you" - you pull away a little cleaning her tears caressing the cheeks admiring she for a few seconds with a almost dorky smile - "i could keep admiring you all day long,you know that?"

"me too [name],me too"

With a quick peck on the lips,you spoil her all day with a girls day,you two were really needing it.

Donatello:

His insecure is so many,but i think that is his leck of sympathy,i know the why behind this,but even so i can see he struggle with it.

And you was almost like that. Raised in a house where was no reason to cry if you had everything in your hands. When you opened up to your parents, you only received complaints and fights, the kinda of thing that makes you grow up not knowing how to understand both your emotions and those of others.

But you met him.

He didn't need to have his emotion undestand,he already knew,hungry,sleep,hot and cold but there are sometimes that isn't just hot or cold.

Sometimes,he breaks.

And you should be there for him right?

You was in the kitchen,preparing some sandwiches and snacks for Donnie,he was in his lab for a long time and didn't get any food or drink than coffee. When you finished,walk to the lab and open the door,you hear a loud grunt coming from him.

"D? Are you ok?" - making your way to his table,you ask concerned.

"ok? If everything will be ok?? No [name] nothing in this is ok!" - he was screaming, angrily screaming at you,you did nothing...right?

"the system itself is simple compared to the rest, which should make it easier, however, those damn segments are short! Swap for another one, they're not compatible, swap for another one, it doesn't fit, and it's become a cycle where I can't find a clear answer no matter how much I reanalyze! You think that's ok [name]?!"

"no Donatello,it's not" - from the habit acquired years ago, you swallow the tears and keep your calm posture - "but not just with the system, with you too,if you want something to vent your rage,make it to the wall,cuz i'm not gonna be standing here taking it. Have a nice night, Donatello"

You leave the food above something near you and leave a long steps trying to get away from him asap being followed by Donnie almost instantly.

"wait [name],i'm sorry,i was just-"

"anger. I know Donatello and it's ok,i just not gonna be by your side from now"

"what- no,why?"

"why Donatello?" - stopping and turnning around to look at him that was visibly worried, but to you, that didn't seem genuine, you had no way of really knowing, in fact even what you felt didn't seem valid - "i already told you about my past life didn't i? About how much i heard this same tone that you screamed at me,how it hurted and that's the only why i'm still calm enough to talk,i don't know what or how i should feel or react but i know that i'm not deserve to be treat like this by the one that i love,sorry" - turnning around to make your way out. He stop you.

"i'm the one who should be sorry and you right,i was bein a bad boyfriend to you..." - he seemed sad? - "it's just...that's something new to me. Even when the two of us have a terrible sense of sympathy,mostly me,you make me feel so welcomed in your life,your patience,your calmness and...and...-"

You give a little chuckle looking at him struggling to continue thinking in what to say. You probably look like him doing the same thing.

"i really can't with you,you know that Don?" - you approache him,offering some soft pats in his shoulders making him relax by this minimum contact - "do it again,and i gonna make your life a living hell,ok?"

You tell with a emotionless smile looking at him,who just give a little laugh turnning his face,chalenging you.

"oh really? More than my life's already is? And how you gonna make this devilish thing,my dear?"

"i know your code to auto destroy everything. the new one. Connecting my phone to your computer and typing in the code takes less than a minute, do you wanna test, my love?~"

He looked surpresed and terrified at this threat as you say in a devil's singing voice.

"you wouldn't-"

"yes. I. Would" - givin a little peck in his cheek,you walk back to the lab dragging a flushed Donnie with you - "come on,the sandwiches,snacks and drinks are waiting and you gonna eat all of them because i don't remenber the last time i see you walk out the lab to eat,no complains"

"ok, but I would like to suggest one condition. You have to help me after I finish eating. Deal?"

"deal"

Michelangelo:

I think his insecure would be emotional dependence. But he is Dr.Feelings????

Yeah,that's exactly the point. He is the psychologist of the group,and since I'm also my friends' psychologist i kinda know how it feels.

The fear to tell anyone about what you feel and be just a burden in the person's life,bein emotional making people aways thinking that you fragile and can't do things by yourself (flashback of mikey going to grab the Lou Jitsu game episode).

So yeah,you and him are basicaly mutuals.

When some of your "friends" call again just to vent and go away without trying to ask if you were ok,mikey would be always by your side like you do to him.

"and then,she said that i didn't even deserve to be alive [name]! I loved her so much and for what?!" - again,one of your friends called you to talk about that one girl,you aways tell him to get away,but he insisted and insisted and insisted and now,he was crying over the phone in call with you.

"look bubby,i not gonna say 'i told you',your faith in her was real,you are a good person and no one really want your death. Believe me,who lose something good was her,don't push yourself trow it ok?" - your voice was forced to sound gently,it wasn't a good day but you have to do it.

"y'know what? You right! Yeah you right! Thanks [name]!"

"your welcom-" - he hung up before you could end - "it's ok [name],mikey's gonna come anytime,it's gonna be ok" - you comfort yourself bringing a smile to your face.

A few minutes later,the orange turtle knock on your window as you happly go open for him to jump inside. He give you a quick peck on your forehead and hung out for a while until you notice some signs similar to yours when you was in your limit. He was more distracted than usual, you ended up having to repeat what said because he didn't hear as if he had been disconnected for a moment, even his smile seemed forced.

Givin a deep breath,when the movie ended you turn to the side were he was,took his hand in yours and smiled.

"you wanna tell me or i'm gonna make you open up?"

"wha? What you talking about?"

"mikey"

"i'm ok!"

"no,you don't" - you copped his face making him look only to you - "you can't hide it from me,like i can't hide it from you. Please,tell me whats wrong for me to help"

He sigh grabing your hands,making you squeeze his soft cheeks.

"it's Rapha, she's not the problem of course,i love my big sister but,this week was something. Rapha, Leo and Donnie again with Sheldon, don't get me wrong,i love helpping my family but... sometimes i just wanna-"

"be the one who is heard and understood?"

"yeah! This!"

"i know how it feels,so why don't you use me for it? I told you to come up to me whenever you needed,i can hear and help with it" - you said caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"thank you for it [name] but,i can see that you needed it too so...why we don't make a session of Dr.Feelinge where both of us are the Dr.Feelings???"

"oh"

"pretty genius right??"

"totally"

"ok! Let's settle things up then!" - he grab your hand putting you on his lap resting his chin in your neck making himself comfortable in your arms letting out a sound of relief - "muuuch better"

"ok so, who's gonna start?"

"you of course! Let it out baby!"

"are you sure?"

"uhum,I will only pay attention to you I promise" - he gives you a quick kiss on your neck making you chuckle - "no matter how tempting it is to want to tickle you for that giggle there"

"ok ok,i'm gonna start"

"Go on sunshine!"

And the rest of the night was with you two Dr.Feelings each other,making a note to make this at least one in a week for the sake of yours mental healthiness.

Leonardo:

Leo is kinda obvious,out of the part of bein leader.

He's bigger insecure is. Almost like Donnie. Not bein useful or good enough for the team,for his brother or everyone that's important to him.

While donnie have his genius brain, Rapha with her strenght,mikey with his creativity,all he have (think he have) is his pretty face and charm,that's when he's not feeling down cuz i know this man have some self esteem problems.

And you? Well,although you aways bein see as a confident person bein the leader of your friend's group,you had the same problems. Probably that's why you two come along pretty well.

Today was particularly good,your science work goes pretty well, everything was ok to say the least but the universe was feeling goofy so out of nowhere,you look at yourself in the mirror and don't like what you see. You have some extra skins here and there,ok,nothing much alright? No. It was much. Your hair was really good? Did you present a work like this??? Shit,you feeling ugly. But even like this you go to the lair,your favorite place to be,they wouldn't care about your apparence...right? When you arrived, the red and orange ones welcomed you.

"hey there buddy, how's your day was?"

"kinda good actualy,we do a..." - you make a double check to see if Donnie was around,this little word could transform your life in a living hell. Making sure he wasn't around you sigh relieved - "science work in school and i got a good grade for it"

"really?? Good job [name]!" - mikey says happly for you givin a side hug.

"i'm not surprised,i knew ya could do it from the start" - she reach your head givin little pats with a proud smirk.

"thank you guys. Wheres Leo?"

"he's in his room. While you're on your way there, can you call him for dinner? It's almost done, today I feel like I've overcome myself!"

"course! I can't wait to see what the big and adorable chef has prepared this time"

"i not gonna let you down, believe me!"

With a excited smile,you nod your head and make your way to Leo's room,thankfuly they didn't notice your ugly state and with this same believe,you knock on the wall.

"L-e-o-! Can i come in comrade?" - you call him playfuly waiting to his response in the same tone.

"no i...uh...i coming in a little while,it's for dinner right?" - that's is not his normal tone.

"yes but,i was hopping to have a little talk before we eat,and now,i feel like you really need this,don't you?" - in a softer voice, you ask receiving a brief silence cut by a 'come in'

You enter in his room,seeing your friend shrunken in the corner of the bed lifting his head just enough to see you.

"i..." - he tried to say something but feeling the tears coming back,he just hide his head from you.

"wanna say to me whats wrong?"

"you gonna laugh at it"

"wha- the audacity!" - you fake a hurtful reaction givin a little chuckle walking and sitting on his bed - "of course not,you really think that i'm that type of people? Me??? The Neon Leon biggest fan? I'm offended,sir!" - now he laugh a bit cleaning the rest of the tears,turn around to you seeing his puffy eyes and red beak.

"SoOoO?"

"ok ok,i tell you. You big goofy"

"look who's talking"

"you right,i'm the best,sorry"

"you little shit-"

The two of you laugh more,your little plan worked but Leo was the first to stop looking down with a sad smile.

"[name] i...you really think that i...uh...good...?"

"what?"

"i don't know just,look at me,this red strips and all it's...ugly...i'm ug-"

"don't you dare to say it about yourself" - you copped his face in a slap making him look at you - "Leo,you are handsome"

"i don't think-"

"well but i do. Sometimes i wanna be you!"

"you what?"

"yeah! Like,you so handsome, inteligent, funny,pretty, affectionate, beautiful and precious and,i already said handsome??" - he chuckle a bit - "and your cute strips? I love 'em! That one,and that one,and that another one"

You lean on top of him kissing his strips making Leo laugh trying to get out off your grip.

"ok ok,i get it [name]! Get off!"

"glad you understood" - with a victorious smile you sat up in bed - "when you feel like that just compare yourself to me,you will be better in no time like,look at this" - you point to yourself with a little smile - "it's easy when you have a uglyer friend and i'm here for it"

You laugh it off,even if hurt to make,if this makes Leo feel better is enough but,you are the only one laughing. Looking at him,he seemed concerned.

"hey,come on, don't leave me-"

"don't do this,please" - he grab your hand givin a reassuring squeeze - "you are feeling the same, aren't you?"

"i-...kinda of...but that's ok!"

"no it isn't" - his other hand make her way to your cheek caressing gently the place - "you don't need to wanna be like me,you already is a wonderful person [name],much more than me, that's what i like in you so, don't make this kinda of joke about yourself,ok?"

Your brain stopped for a second. He really said that? That he likes you?? Even when you feeling and looking the worst today? Your heart going crazy in your chest,cheeks getting hot and red by the realization still looking at him who. Like you. Just realized what he said.

"w-well,i'm very thankfull for my biggest fan effort to make me feel better soo,let's get dinner???"

He looked as nervous as he was desperate trying to change the subject,but you decided to not leave that chance slide. You start to get close to him, slowing reach his face looking for Leo's eyes shifting to lips and back to eyes in a silent request for permission fully granted as he also get closer ending the distance between you two with a kiss. One of his hands copped yours and the other hold your face with care,when you parted the contact he give his usual cocky smile without taking his eyes off you.

"someone with this pretty face shouldn't be calling yourself ugly mi vida~"

"again,look who's talking guapo"

He's smug face was replaced by a surprised one making you giggle at his reaction.

"since when???"

"since we literally learn it on school??"

"then,why you never said anything?"

"i wasn't much confident about my pronounce"

"but that was perfect!"

"because i practiced. Now" - you get up from bed giving a few steps to the entrance - "let's go mi campeón~,your brother make something real good for dinner"

The turtle's face was more red than his sisters mask and the strips on his face,he rushed to you givin a big hug extremaly happy for his new pet name and both of you go to the kitchen for dinner.

#tmnt #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt #rise leo #rise of the turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt 2018 #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[donutloverxo]

Make me

*gif is not mine*

The donut series - Part 8

Note - Idk wtf this is... Lol! Hopefully I can complete this series before the year ends. Just 2 or 3 more parts now.

Thank you so so much to @firefly-graphics for the cute dividers💖💖

Summary - You move into the tower with Steve.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), soft dom Steve, daddy kink, captain kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, spanking, punishments, Steve is pushy and possessive, some angst, (lemme know if I missed any)

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 5.2k

Series masterlist

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You jerked when you heard Steve’s voice calling out to you, dropping your lipstick on your lap, your heart hammering in your chest.

You stared at his reflection in the dressing mirror. “God, Steve,” looking over your shoulder you glared at him, “Don’t you think you shouldn’t be sneaking up on me? Especially after everything that happened.”

His face immediately soften, muttering an apology to you, “But you’re not going out today.” He said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

But you weren’t one of his agents or one to be bossed around. “And you get to tell me what to do, because?” folding your arms over your chest and mimicking his stance.

“Sweetheart, come on, don’t argue with me. It’s still dangerous for you out there.”

“What do you mean? I thought you arrested those guys. Who else would be after me?” you frowned.

He takes two long strides, standing before you and taking your hand in his “Clint has been interrogating them all night. They’ll crack soon enough and give up who they’re working for but we need to be careful till then.”

You sighed, “How long do you think it will be?”

“I don’t know, doll. Hopefully not too long.”

“Well, I can’t just stay locked up forever. Besides a locked door isn’t going to stop Hydra, I mean it didn’t the first time. So really what difference does it make if I’m in college or at home?”

“About that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “how would you feel about moving into the Avengers tower?”

“What?” you blinked. You had heard of the Avengers living and working from the Avengers/Stark tower. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that Steve would possibly live there as well, but for some reason it did. “For how long?”

“Uh, we can give it a try and see how it goes?” he hesitated. He should’ve asked you to move there as soon as you told him you felt unsafe. The whole incident could’ve easily been avoided.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind living there, I think,” you shrugged, “it’s you I’m worried about.”

“What do you mean?” he tilted his head to the side, like a cute little puppy.

You got up from the chair, looping your hands over his neck and playing with the little hair on the nape of his neck, “You’re so cute and clueless, baby,” you cooed.

He huffed at that, puffing out his chest to show you how ‘macho' he is. Completely capable of protecting his girl from big bad guys no matter what.

“I just felt the tower is so unlike you. It’s so...”

Modern--was the word you were looking for, but that seemed too on the nose so you tried to think of a better adjective. You had only ever been to the tower a few times. The first was to make a delivery, when you met Steve for the first time, and then a few times at parties and little get-togethers. It was strange to think that you were part of the Avengers inner circle now, especially if you’re going to be living with them.

“So what?” he wanted to know.

“Just so not you, Stevie. I can’t imagine you living there.”

“We should’ve moved long ago. As soon as you told me about the stalker. I should’ve taken it more seriously.”

“Hey,” you traced his sharp cheekbone, “it’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. Except the ones who did the kidnapping,” you scrunched up your nose, “they’ll get what’s coming to them though, right?”

“Of course, they’ll never hurt you or anyone else ever again,” he promised, kissing the inside of your wrist.

You kept looking at your watch. A gift from your mum for your high school graduation. It had a vintage feel to it, the thin leather strap making your hand look to delicate, Steve had always said that he liked it the best. He always did like you looking small compared to him.

The elevator dinged, “Exactly four minutes.”

“Hm?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours as he walked towards ‘his' apartment. Or the apartment that was supposed to be his.

Tony had offered him boarding there when the tower was reconstructed months ago. He thought about it but eventually said no upon seeing just how big the apartment was.

Hell he had a whole floor to himself, which was too extravagant for him. He was used to taking only what he needed, if that.

More than that though...

You caught him looking at you, sparing him a sweet smile that crinkled your sparkling eyes.

More than that he didn’t want to live in such a large space all alone.

He would never share that with anyone, they’d laugh at Captain America being too scared of being alone. When he had the love and adoration of the whole world, a second chance at life and everything one could need to be happy.

But he still couldn’t bear the deafening silence of his lonely apartment. He’d get home from work, switch on the television so he’d have something to talk about with his colleagues, sip on a beer. It didn’t necessarily get him drunk or even taste all that great but it made him feel normal.

He never had to think about being alone in a strange new world all that much since he was often too busy. But he absolutely would not have an entire floor to himself. He’d surely go crazy.

“Four minutes for the elevator to get up here from the ground floor. It’s so high,” you marvelled at the view the floor to ceiling windows gave you.

“Yeah. They really should put some music there. They used to, back in my day,” he shared.

He wasn’t afraid of talking about his past with you. You never made fun of him for it, but instead listened intently and nodded. At most you’d tease him a bit... but he kinda liked that.

He punched in the code to his apartment, telling it to you, “Your birthday,” he winked, “it’s changed every twenty-hour hours.”

“That seems a bit excessive. This place is like a fortress, I doubt anybody could break in.”

He held the door open for you as you entered. Surprised to find the apartment already furnished.

“How did they manage to do all this so soon?” you wondered. Running your hands on the leather of the couch in the middle of the living.

The dark couch went well with the hardwood floors. A tall bookshelf to the side, it felt almost like a study, your fears of it being too modern and minimalistic for Steve’s taste were null, too masculine for your taste though. It seemed a lot like Steve’s old apartment. “Needs a woman’s touch.”

“You can decorate it however you like,” he said, hugging you from behind, he propped his chin up on your head.

“I don’t know... I don’t have any experience decorating apartments...” your voice small, scared of not being able to live up to his expectations. “Certainly wouldn’t do as good a job as you did,” your back leaned into his front.

“I didn’t decorate this, honey,” he chuckled. “Tony hired an interior designer. A few months ago but I didn’t want to live here then. We can ask him to call her again and then you can talk to her.”

“No, I don’t want to cause trouble. And it’s not like we’re living here for long,” you shrugged.

“What do you mean?” his voice stiff and although you couldn’t look at him you just knew he was frowning.

“Isn’t it a bit too soon to move in together?”

“But we were already living together.”

You sighed, “Yeah, but making renovations seems too... permanent?”

“You don’t want us to be permanent?”

You turned around, your heart aching at even the thought of hurting him, “That’s not what I meant, love... Isn’t it weird to live where you work?”

“It’s better this way. I can get home to you sooner,” he argued.

“Well, I suppose that’s true.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us?” he asked.

You immediately shook your head, “It’s a bit intimidating, but nope, no second thoughts.”

“That’s good then.”

You often dreamt all things Steve ever since you started dating him. Marrying him, even having a little boy wearing a mini Captain America suit for Halloween who looked eerily similar to Steve. You called him James after Steve’s late friend, you hadn’t told him about that though.

This morning you were dreaming of being whisked away in Italy, having your wedding to him by lake Como. You were wearing a traditional forties style gown, much like the one your grandma wore at your wedding.

Scrunching your nose as you were pulled from your beautiful dream when you felt something wet on your cheek. Rubbing it away with your palm, you moaned.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Steve cooed, peppering kisses all over your face. Knowing that to be the best way to calm you before you snapped at him for waking you up so early.

You opened your eyes, rubbing your sleep away, “It’s still dark... I thought we agreed I’m doing school online,” you turned away from him, nuzzling your face into your pillow. “What time is it?”

“It’s five.”

“Pm?”

He snorted, “No. AM.”

“Oh my god, Steve!” you groaned, “What is wrong with you? That’s like...the middle of the night. Let me sleep in peace.”

“We have to train you. Come on I’ll teach you some self defense moves, it’ll be fun.”

“I doubt any amount of training will make me capable of fighting off hydra...”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t try,” he interrupted you, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Maybe in the evening.”

“Morning is the best time to do it. Come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, we always do your thing.”

He did often let you pick the movie or drag him shopping so he could hold your bags and pay for your stuff. You knew he liked to work out and would like to have you do it with him. The only problem was--you literally couldn’t think of anything worse to do.

“Square your shoulders, honey,” he instructed as you followed, seeing an opening to punch him in his stomach, and because you were mad about being woken up at literally the crack of dawn you took it.

He managed to dodge it, obviously. And even had the nerve to be cocky about it as he smirked at you. “You’re so small, puppy,” he teased, patting your head.

You huffed, being almost a foot shorter than him. “Whatever.”

And then you recalled all the times you had wrestled your cousin, who was much bigger than you, when you were kids. Remembering a move that often worked on him.

You launched towards Steve, holding onto his midsection and trying to tackle him to the ground.

“Urgh!” you groaned but he refused to move even an inch.

Eventually you did give up, if only so you could stop embarrassing yourself. Helping, or rather just standing to the side and watching Steve as he punched the shit out of a bag.

“Go, Steve!” you cheered. Rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him all sweaty and of his bulging muscles. “You should bring me down here more often,” you sighed dreamily.

“Will do,” he smirked, pulling the velcro of his gloves, “Come on, it’s time to do some crunches, I’ll spot you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, please,” you tried to run away, even though you knew it’d be of no use, but he effectively caught you and made you lie down on the mat. Giving you a goal of two sets of twenty frigging crunches.

“I hate you,” you grumbled. Willing yourself to pull your upper body up despite the slight pain in your side, moving up as Steve pecked your lips. To give you an ‘incentive’.

“Stop lying, I know you love me,” he smiled.

Lying back on the mat after your first set, on the verge of giving up but Steve kept insisting that you go on.

You looked down at him. His skin barely had a sheen of sweet, blond strands kissing his forehead. He still had an amber glow to his skin even as you got closer to the winter months.

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” he reminded you.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.” Often getting lost in his beauty.

You smirked as you got a wicked idea, putting your legs over his, straddling his hips, “Have you ever wanted to do something in public?” you asked, as he simply stared up at you, completely dumbfounded. Rolling your hips against his, “I have, it’ll be fun and thrilling.”

“I... No,” he blinked, shaking his head, “We shouldn’t,” but even as he said it, he held onto your sides, pulling you closer to him. You giggled as you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Oh my god, guys, come on.”

You yelped, holding onto Steve’s shoulders to keep from falling, looking to your side to see where the voice came from.

“We could come back if you want...” Natasha said. She didn’t look fazed by it at all, unlike her friend.

“No, we are not coming back! This is not what you use the gym for, Rogers.”

You looked at Steve, who was as red as a tomato, “Sorry,” he got up, helping you up as well, standing behind you to cover up his erection, he introduced you to his friend, “This is Sam.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam gave you a nervous smile.

“We should get going,” Steve said, pushing you towards the exit. “That’s a sneaky way to get out of training,” he whispered in your ear as you walked back to the elevator, “It won’t work again,” pinching you butt, making you squeal.

“We’ll see.”

You hummed as you looked at your side of the closet, which was as big as your old living room, it looked as if you didn’t really have enough stuff to fill it out. You looked over at Steve’s side, even more empty... and “So boring,” you whispered under your breath.

“Right?” Tony nodded, as if agreeing with you.

Why he was there in the first place you didn’t know. You didn’t invite him, neither did Steve, he had said he just wanted to see how well you both were fitting in. With Steve gone for the most part of the past couple of days you were on your own to unpack everything.

Tony said he’d help you... but you had a feeling he was just snooping.

“What a grandfather sense of fashion he has,” he looked at your poor Steve’s shirts in disgust.

You took offense to that. “If anyone can pull it off, he can,” you huffed. Nobody insults your man.

“Really?” he quirked a brunette brow, “I don’t think so. I mean... I could probably. I can pull off anything,” he boosted.

“I mean, you could try them on if you like, but they’re probably too big for you,” you taunted him in mock sympathy.

“Ouch, guess I deserve that,” he said as he went through the box you had stuffed your make up in.

“What are you even looking for?” you pulled it away from him, glaring at him, “Don’t you have a company to run or a world to save?”

“Hey, Steve was the one who asked me to keep you company,” he held his hands up.

“Really?”

“Well, he asked Nat, which is basically the same as asking me. So I volunteered. He wasn’t happy about that though,” you smacked his hand away when he tried to pry into another box.

“Why would you volunteer?” Steve may have good intentions but having the billionaire hovering over you was only making you irritated.

“... to hang out I guess,” he confessed when he couldn’t really think of anything else to say.

You giggled, “If you wanted to be my friend you could’ve just said so!”

“No... no,” he shook his head, “I didn’t say anything about wanting to be friends.”

He was just curious about you. To figure out what Caps taste is. And to maybe get some hot goss about him. Not that being friends with you sounds like the end of the world, you certainly weren’t as insufferable as Cap.

“What would you like to do, fren?” you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be packing?”

“I’m bored of being cooped up. Lets do something fun!”

Steve smiled, a wide cheeky one, as he thought of all the things he could do with you and spend the remainder of his day with you. His stomach doing somersaults in giddiness.

“I could get used to this,” he said to himself before calling out for you. The thought of coming home to you everyday, so domestic and romantic. His smile dropping as he looked for you in the bedroom, the boxes sat scattered and unopened. All over the room.

He knew you were in the apartment before he even heard your voice, his super senses alerting him, “Oh, Steve!” you perked up. Giggling as you put your shopping bags down. “So, I might’ve made an oopsie.”

Plumping down on the fluffy bed, large enough to fit two Steve’s and still have room for you, taking off your real Louboutins. Since Steve gave you his card, you decided you wanted to treat yourself to them. But they were equally as uncomfortable as the fake ones.

“What?” he quirked a brow, his hands on his hips as he despondently shook his head.

“Well, Tony pointed out that your wardrobe is kinda...” you thought of a adjective that wouldn’t be offensive, biting your lip as you went through your vocabulary, “Old-ish?” when he didn’t reply you kept going, “and I might’ve maxed out your card... Tony offered to pay! But it didn’t feel right,” you jutted your bottom lip out, pushing your titts up together in an attempt to look cute.

“You went out? When I specifically asked you not to?” a rage simmering in his voice--which you didn’t quite like. Because who the fuck was he to talk to you like that?

“I had Iron Man with me. I think I was okay. You’re being annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

“Am I?” his hands now folded over his chest.

And you’d be frustrated with him acting as if he was your dad, sure you called him daddy but that didn’t give him the right to have authority over you while you weren’t naked, if he didn’t look so fucking good. With the veins propping on his forearms, light blond hair littered over it, his watch strapped on his wide wrist. You only stared him down in response.

“It would’ve been better if you had went alone instead. Tony is nothing but trouble,” he scoffed.

“I thought you wanted me to make friends with your team,” you countered.

“Are my clothes too embarrassing for you? Am I too old for you?” he tried to keep his voice from wavering, to hide some of his vulnerability, but he couldn’t, not to you anyway. “Is that why you didn’t tell your family about me?”

You gaped at him. That was the reason you hadn’t told your mom. She’d point out the obvious reasons, as she had just like you expected, him being from the forties would just make things harder for you both.

“I - ” you started but then stopped, “I like your clothes as they are. If you don’t like what I got you then we can return them. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” getting up and then walking towards him, kissing his jaw and stroking his arms to calm him, “you never think about yourself, I wanted to do that for you.”

“I wish that was true, doll,” he replied gravely. His lips pressed in a thin line as he looked at your sweet face, “But you have to apologize. For not following my orders.”

You snorted, taking a step back, “For the last time--you cannot order me around. I don’t care that you think you know what’s best.”

“Really? I’ve been working my ass off on trying to find the guys that did this to you and you are just hell bent on making my life harder,” he let out a dry chuckled, “say your sorry.”

“Make me.”

You regretted the words as soon as they came out of you, before you knew it he had you hauled over his lap, ready to spank an apology out of you.

“Ah!” you yelped at the unceremonious blow.

You did like it when he spanked you, you truly didn’t know why, but it made your pussy quiver. And honestly he didn’t do it enough. Only doing it once when you were late and weren’t able to call him.

Slapping your covered bottom a second time before stopping when he heard you moan, slipping a palm under your dress, being purposely slow to draw it out for you, to torture you in his own way, he pushed your panties aside, swirling your juices around your lips.

“You’re fucking enjoying this,” he growled.

You whimpered when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers, nodding your head, already feeling yourself tethering on the edge.

“That’s too bad... I’ll have to be more creative,” he said as he withdrew his hand, making you writhe in his hold.

You looked at him over your shoulder, wiggling your butt to try to entice him before huffing when he simply stared at you, stoic as ever, “You’re no fair!”

“I’m doing this to be fair, sweetheart. I don’t enjoy it anymore than you do.”

A blatant, clear-cut, shameless lie. You both knew it. He loved thinking of ways to ‘punish' and executing them.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he placed you over his lap, your back to his broad front, his fingers working on the zipper of your dress. Pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

“I’m going to fuck you till you admit that you’re sorry,” since he had no patience for insolence, placing a dubiously sweet and innocent kiss to your cheek.

“In your dreams,” you retorted but then shivered in his arms you let him roll your panties down your thick thighs, lifting up your hips to help him out, leaving you completely bare against him.

You bashfully rubbed your face against his button up, you felt his heart beating steadily, as his hands shamelessly explored your body. Grabbing and kneading at your breasts and hips, tracing the stretch marks on your thighs.

“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off too?” you made yourself small.

You weren’t afraid of being so vulnerable before him, you had gotten used to it because you trusted him enough to not be intimidated by his perfect physique, but right now your whole body felt hot as you just wanted to cover up and give yourself some sort of modesty. Even if your desires and yearning for him was anything but modest.

“No, honey,” he answered, his fingers parting your weeping lips as he looked down to get a glance of it over your shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight of it, “Such a pretty pussy, doll. And all mine,” he rasped as he prodded at your hole with his middle finger before pushing it in, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to roll your hips over the erection pressing into your back.

He stilled your movements by holding onto your hips, warning you to stop, “Forever?” he urged.

“Yes, forever, god, just do something!” you wailed. Because whatever he was doing was not enough to satisfy you.

He hummed in thought, “I’m not a young guy. I prefer to take my time,” he pushed another finger in, stretching you out by viscously scissoring your cunt, all the while kissing your hair and your face.

He wasn’t someone who took only what he needed.

He didn’t need you.

Although it often seem to him as if you were like air--impossible to live without. He didn’t need you to live.

But he wanted you. More than anything else in the whole world.

He knew he shouldn’t keep you. Only being with you for a few months and he had almost gotten you killed but there was no way he could help himself.

“I’m selfish,” he whispered to you, pausing his ministrations to ruin your climax, “I’m selfish with you. I’m not as good as everyone makes me out to be,” he confessed. He didn’t know if it was right to do so, but he didn’t want to even consider the other option of letting you go.

“I figured out long ago that you weren’t all that good and boring,” you cried as he stopped again. Your hand holding onto his wrist as your sensitive cunt gushing juices of arousal all over your brand new sheets. “But I’m good, aren’t I, daddy?” you whispered, sultrily. “You can make me come--I’m always good to you. I promise I’ll suck you off after.”

“No.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his rejection, he had never done that to you. To deny you so easily and bluntly. You thought he was the one person in this whole world who would do anything for you, you could ask for the moon and he’d probably try to give it to you.

Was he really that mad at you?

Your bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in your eyes, “You’re so mean,” you accused, loudly sniffing as you felt a tear drop down your cheek.

He blinked, his fingers stopping their assault on your swollen pussy as he took in your words. You could stomp all over his heart, even shoot him, do anything you want to him, he’d forgive you for it but he absolutely could not bear to see you cry.

“No, pup,” he cooed, gently removing his fingers as you whined, he kissed your forehead as he hushed you, “it’s okay, you’re okay, shush,” one hand under your neck and circling another under your knees, cradling your naked body close to his chest like a babe, he rocked you back and forth in an effort to sooth you.

“I’m sorry I was mean,” he whispered into your hair.

“You broke your pinky promise,” you held onto his neck. You were angry with him and at the situation but your body craved the comfort his gave you. “I can’t trust you now.”

His heart ached at that, “Don’t say that,” he furrowed his brows, kissing you all over your face, “I didn’t yell, puppy.”

“But you got mad,” you puffed your cheeks.

“I didn’t promise to not get mad. That’s a bit unrealistic...”

“No, you promised--no yelling, curing or meanness. Not calling me your 'good girl' or letting me come is mean! And cruel,” you reminded him, whimpering into his chest.

“Right, right. I’m sorry, that’s my fault then. I got a bit carried away... I thought you liked that you know?”

You hummed. You did like it when Steve was a bit rough, but you always knew he loved you with all his heart because you could see it in his eyes. The way he’d praise you for being so good for him, calling you his one and only, that he could never love anyone as much as he loves you.

But when he didn’t say that to you, when he refused to call you good, your soft heart couldn’t take the rejection.

“I do... but...” you hid your face in his neck.

“But what?” he urged you.

“But I also like knowing that you love me,” you spoke against his prickly stubble.

“Of course I love you. I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t, even for a second. You’re my sweet girl, forever and always,” he promised, rocking you some more, until your breathing becomes normal and steady again.

“You’re my daddy forever too,” you giggled, “or Captain, whatever you prefer.”

“If I had to pick I’d say Steve,” he told you. While it was nice to have you call him sweet name, nobody really uses his given name anymore. To have you call him that in your sweet girly voice, reminding him that he could be just Steve with you, was exhilarating.

“Okie, Stevie then.”

“Right, how about I draw you a bath? Afterwards we can go over the things you got me,” he perked up.

“You don’t have to wear them if you’re not comfortable.”

“I know, pup, but I want to. I want to get with the times. Can’t have anyone making fun of you for dating an old man,” he teased, swaying you some more.

“Hm, but...”

“But what?”

“I... um... still wanna come, so bad,” you whispered softly, rubbing your thighs together. “Will you make me come, Stevie?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately, “how would you like me to?”

“I wanna come around you,” you stated as heat rushed to your cheeks. “And I am sorry. I probably should’ve told you before going with Tony.”

“I know you’ve been cooped up, honey. I’m going to take a few days off so we can do whatever you like,” he said, working on unbuckling his belt, “But before that, I need to take care of my sweet girl, just like she does for me.”

Your hands feebly pulling at his button up, he took your queue and rid himself of it, along with his undershirt as your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest.

Pulling his length out, he manoeuvred your body till you over him, “Guide me in, sweetheart,” he instructed as you whimpered.

Grabbing the base of his cock, coating your slick in his pre ejaculate, you slowly sunk down on him. Not being able to fit all of him in, because he was as thick as a can of pringles, and oh so long.

You looked at him, too anxious to disappoint him, “Can’t fit it all in,” you whined.

“It’s okay, doll,” he stroked your back. “We’ll make it fit some other day,” he pecked your lips, lying on his back and pulling you down with him he snaked a hand between your bodies, working your clit up with his hand till he felt you convulsing and clenching around his length, gripping him so tight as you squirmed in his hold.

Whispering sweet nothings to you as you calmed down from your high. You wanted to do something for him too, to make him come, so you grinded your hips over his, shivering at the sick squelching sounds your joined sexes made.

But he stopped you by gripping your hips, “How about you just keep me warm for now?” he asked.

You hummed, “It’ll be hard...” to have him just stay inside you, and you knew he could stay hard for hours if he wanted to, and for you to not be able to do anything about it...

“I know it will be. But you’re my good girl, you can do that for me, right?” he tipped your chin up to make you look at him.

“Yes, Stevie,” you agreed.

Laying your head back on his chest, muttering a ‘sorry' whenever you accidentally clenched around him and following his orders like a good girl would.

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

Let Her Under Your Skin (Dean x Reader)

Got a request for Dean + dancing in the bunker kitchen, and... yeah. This is so sappy and yet also so horny? Idk, I apologize for nothing. Nothing explicit on-screen, they just talk about it, but it’s definitely not G-rated. 

Also fills my “Quote D” square for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story bingo: “At least I kept my promises.” 

570 words, mature. 

You’re listening to the Beatles as you do the dishes, absentmindedly singing along under your breath. Dean comes up behind you and hugs you from behind, kissing the side of your neck. You put the dish towel down and tilt your head back, relaxing into him for a moment. 

“You cooked, let me finish cleaning up,” you murmur, even though the last thing you want is to pull away. 

“Just a second,” he says, and you can feel the vibration of his voice in his chest where you’re leaning back against him. 

You turn in his arms, slipping your arms around his neck and tilting your chin up for a kiss. You pull back just enough to look at him, taking in his smile as you hum along. 

Remember to let her under your skin… 

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says, voice hoarse and sweet. “If, um — could this be our first dance?”

“Kinda figured it went without saying.” 

You’re both sort of swaying with the music, for a moment, just grinning at each other like the lovesick idiots you are. 

Then Dean grabs one of your hands, turning it into a real dance, finding the rhythm of the song, moving with you. You curl in closer, pressing yourself to his chest, watching your joined hands, his big rough one dwarfing yours. You’ve been wearing it for almost six months now, but you can’t stop staring at the sparkle of your simple engagement ring. 

The song ends, but neither of you step back. It feels like the whole world has paused for you, giving you a moment of peace: listening to his heartbeat, inhaling his familiar smell. 

“We’re that couple, huh?” you mutter, and you feel the rumble of his laugh. 

“Hell yes we are.” 

“Never thought I’d see the day.” 

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I’ve always been a big friggin’ sap when it comes to you.” 

“Dean, we hooked up in a dive bar bathroom. You told me you were going to… what was the phrasing again?” 

“Make you come so hard you forget how to say anything but my name, and then take you home and tie you to the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week without feeling me?” 

“Yeah. That.” 

“At least I kept my promises.” You’re not looking at his face, but you can hear the smirk in his voice, loud and clear. 

“That you did.” 

To be fair, you’re smirking too. It was a good night. 

“And then the next afternoon, I went home and told Sam I’d met the girl of my dreams, and then I talked about you until he stole my phone and texted you for me,” Dean says quietly. He kisses the top of your head.  

“He’s not gonna tell that story at the rehearsal dinner, or something, is he?” you ask. “We should really make sure he doesn’t tell that story in public.” 

“Shit, you’re right. He’s totally gonna tell that story.” 

“We should come up with a more family-friendly story. Like, the censored version.” 

“Mmmm, yeah,” he says absent-mindedly, but you can tell he’s not paying attention. 

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” 

“Thinking about our wedding night, actually. All the things I’m going to do to you.” 

“How about we leave the stupid dishes and go try some of those things out?”

“I fucking love you.” 

“I know.” 

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[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

..."STAR-CROSSED LOVERS"??? YES.

Thank you so much @cheri-translates for translating Victor's SAND AND SEA DATE. You're an angel. 🥺🥺🥺

Now I'm gonna start blabbering since I've many feels about this date LOL~ 🙃

⚠️Warning: There are some spoilers regarding Victor storyline from the main story chapters that haven't been released in EN yet.

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From "I won't save you a second time" [CH 1] to "I don’t need you to save me a second time." [The date in discussion]-- LOL as hilarious as this is, the irony.💯

Ngl this date felt like, the writers thinking since, under the context of the theme, the physical pain of time travel & crossing countless of dimensions & timelines is not possible-- let's just nearly kill him by spilling blood & dehydration but still we gotta nearly kill this man cause he wants to be in love.🙃

Idk why I'm getting so emotional LOL but there are so many call-backs I can remember on top of my head right now--

[The lines & moments from the date are indented & in bold letters.]

MC: "Victor, I’m helping you look for a water source. Let go!"

🌹 The sad broken cup scene from [CH 18-16], MC urging Victor to let go & him stubbornly refusing, until she gives in.

MC sacrificing herself to revive the river, part of it is to save Victor- other part of it is also for the greater good of the people in the city.

🌹 [CH 18-18] MC's monologue- "This time, put everything on my shoulder & let me be your hero one last time."

& sacrificing herself for the peace of the world even though it only made more chaos.

Victor releasing the hand that supported him at the edge & deciding to sacrifice himself with her. & the vow- "No matter what awaits you, I’ll be with you."

MC's monologue: "It turns out that no matter what the ending is, he’s willing to be with me."

[CH 18-28] Victor deciding to use the sundial watch one last time despite knowing that'd kill him for sure & might lead the world to perish as well. Dummy & Selfish in that moment. His final vow before MC disappeared, "No matter where you are, I'll always find you."

[CH 19-6 Dream World Victor route]

MC: "What if this really is a dream. Then what?"

Victor: "Then I'll turn it into reality."

[CH 25 phone call- In the Hospital]

"No matter what you are facing in other space-times...Wait for me."

[CH 36-10, after Victor returns from his 10K years time travel]

Victor: I thought you are never going to be afraid again?

His warm breath moistens my eyes. I inhale through my sore nose. Resisting the urge to bury my face in his chest, I look up, staring straight into his eyes-

MC: I will never be afraid again. Because you really came back. Victor is standing here before me like a treasure once lost and now found. What do I have to be afraid of?

Victor is stunned for a moment. The corners of his lips loosens a bit, while the contours of his face softened a lot. He raises his hand to wipe the wetness from the corner of my eyes.

Victor: It seems that this dummy has grown up a lot during this period. Listen carefully, I will never return to a world where you are not.

[CH 37 PV line]

"Whatever choice you make, I'll always be here."

[CH 37 karma by-line]

"I will accompany you on the road leading to the future."--

Basically the eternal insistence of him having an internal MC GPS tracker LOL ALWAYS being by her side.

Kidnapping incident.

🌹...[CH 30-7 to 30-10] Agio Street underground gambling den mission- wants to say a hello.🙋‍♀️

Abandoning the honor & glory of leading a comfortable life as a feudal lord to restore the river & to find the fateful couple, probably hoping to find his love too, but won't admit cause even if it's AU, he be like- "I'm still Victor" LOL

[CH 11 karma by-line]

"I won't let go of you & the world."

The physically-mentally painful exhausting wait & time travelling of 10K years, walking through endless dimensions & timelines, only to start from the very beginning every single time- hoping to find a way to save the world & protect the girl-- wants to say a hello too 🙋‍♀️

MC's monologue: Still, I want to have one more look at Victor… before leaving.

🌹 This specifically reminded me of a [CH 37-5 Victor split route] monologue from MC--

"It didn't matter what was waiting for me. I would face it with my head held high. Even so, I still wanted one last second...just one second. Let me call his name one more time...let me take a good look at him...just one last time..."

Victor: In that case, stay here. Stay by my side.

🌹 He has said the same sentence in different ways under various circumstances but one I can remember right now,

[CH 24-12 Black Cabin reunion]-- "But right now...Just stay by my side."

MC noting down how she always finds herself in his arms whenever she's fainting or getting in trouble. How Victor has been quietly taking care of her & protecting her. How the person before her walks in steady steps with forceful heartbeats.

When she was in her most depressing state [CH 18], he was there like the steady pillar of support, helping her in every way he could. He was pretty much the glue that kept her in one piece.

Again, in winter world, he stood by her side even as a stranger.

Not just these two incident, throughout the entire game, especially in the latter part of the story, they work together like partners, she learns to trust him with pretty much everything & they work through everything they can together.

Those few mentions in the date-- could be referred to how Victor has always been the constant source of warmth, encouragement, strength, support, protection in her life. No matter what world or when, he never really changes. He is still the same man. & His constant state IS choosing MC every single time.

Victor lies on the sand quietly, and it’s as though everything has returned to the beginning when we first met.

🌹 Indication towards how their storyline ALWAYS goes back to square one or comes in a full circle-- from Victor saving her from the car crash as a kid [& this being repeated many times afterwards, even in winter world], to the lightning incident [MC jumping in front of Victor both as a child & an adult], to both being in coma for week, staying in the hospital & taking care the entire time [MC in CH 11, Victor in CH 32], to stabbing each other countless times. [CH 18, CH 36-- & every other times Victor has seen those incidents happening before his eyes while time traveling.] *que tears*

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I could possibly make a full blown essay which I already kinda have out of some other specific call-backs I can remember right now. Specifically the theme of the date being star-crossed lovers-

Legend tells of two lovers. Because of the pressures of their nations, they could not be together, and decided to drown themselves in a river for love.

Because of this, the River Goddess was enraged, and she cursed the land nourished by the river which was under her control. Since that day, the Socya River gradually dried up.

The Goddess left an exhortation-when the fateful couple reappears on this land, the river will be surge once again...

& This perfectly echoes the canon theme of Victor x MC storyline--

🌹 As in, Victor being someone who, objectively speaking, seemingly has everything & yet sacrificing practically everything--

[giving up over-seas university offers, staying in the city instead of moving abroad even though his business could be expanded more, relentless search of 17 years, appointing private detective for 6 years, building up Souvenir etc.]

--- to find MC & then in the mission of keeping her safe, even at the cost of his own existence. Trying everything beyond his limits to prevent the destined deaths of MC he has foreseen- from happening & it being doomed to no end every single time.

🌹 Every single time he had to give up the ONE thing he wanted to protect the most or wanted the most.

🌹 Both of them being so willing to put each other in the front line just to give each other happiness.

🌹 Another running theme of their storyline-- both of them keep losing each other countless times & then find each other again.

• Victor losing MC as a kid, finding her as an adult. Victor nearly losing her in CH 10.

• MC losing Victor due to the time rift in CH 14 & finding a way to contact each other through the sundial watch.

• Victor losing MC in CH 18 first-hand. MC leaving Victor behind in CH 19- dream world.

• CH 24 Black Cabin reunion & CH 27 OG timeline reunion

• MC nearly losing Victor in CH 32, due to him going to coma

• MC losing Victor in CH 34 due to Victor going on the time-travel journey of 10K years

• Final reunion in CH 36 [Then we have the journey to S2. But that's a whole new discussion.]

🌹So...both of them being able to truly be with each other is actually-- defying fate & writing their own destiny. *SOBS*

🌹I wanna end my blabbering with two precious moments from [CH 36- Victor split route] that echoes this theme even more.

MC: "I've always chased after your silhouette and I was never afraid. Because I know you'll always be there waiting for me. Victor, if you really disappear... I will be with you, and we will both be forgotten by the world."

MC's monologue: "Victor, once we have crossed countless dimensions and futures, and returned to each other’s embrace. If everything has to disappear with time, as dust into the wind... Then, I'm glad that we have our final promise."

[She's referring to the promise she made of being forgotten by the world to be with him & the promise Victor made earlier to never leave her again.]

#classic tragic love story at it's finest #yEs #mlqc victor #mldd victor #mr love victor #mlqc li zeyan #victor #li zeyan #mlqc zen #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn

[thepigeonsopinion]

Guess who's the bish that just watched "Wishmaker"!...

I'm the bish that just watched "Wishmaker" if you didn't figure it out.

Anywho! Let's get on with it. Now, usually I would do a little (extremely detailed) summary of the episode, but I can guess that a lot, if not most of the fandom has seen the episode so I'm just going to skip that and dive straight into it!

Warning: Spoilers for "Wishmaker"

Anyway! Onto business, let's talk about my thoughts on the episode.

So, the beginning of the episode. I legit don't know why this triggered me (I absolutely know why this triggered me, but I don't want to admit it) but Marinette melting when she gave Adrien the flyer got me freaking laughing, probably because every time and I mean EVERY time the love square interacts (mainly adrinette) is so over used that I find it hilarious at this point (this is probably just me, but what the heck :p)((also this was kinda me salting on the LS, but remember this is just my opinion so please don't come at me :)). Continuing on to Alya's comment about if "being a superhero counts as a job" it sure as heck does, well mainly if your Marinette (also the reason why I'm talking about small details that happened in the episode is mainly because I'm re-watching the episode as I type this). Again I had a cackling moment when we had the Sadrien moment, which made me realize how mean and bad I am, but oh, well (i felt horrible when i cackled at this, but i felt really guilty afterwards) ((i might delete this part later, but idk)) Also, when Plagg presents the idea of them running a cheese shop together it made my heart melt because it shows how much Plagg cares about Adrien and how much he wants to stay with Adrien. Now, unto the part where Marinette explains to the kwamis what a career is and when I say I was laughing through this whole scene, I WAS laughing through this whole scene. Mainly because of all the comments that the kwamis gave to Marinette. Like, seriously many of the comments are very accurate and the one that broke me was when Xuppu said, "It's making presents for Adrien!", I was like "damn he legit just called you out Mari". Not to mention, when Ziggy drawled out AdRIen's name to showcase the amount of meaning Adrien has on her life. Also, Sass is legit the PERFECT kwami for Luka, and I am not exaggerating this. Sass literally was the only kwami that stood up and voiced out that they should listen to Marinette and that her opinion in this situation is the most important one, and I know for a fact that Luka would do the same if he was put into the same situation Sass was in. That small detail in the episode made my heart melt knowing how compatible Luka and Sass are.

Anyway! Moving on, Andre legit unintentionally (maybe?) roasted Alec on his show, I was like "damn he got you there" and he also roasted him with the sweet, delicious treat known as ice cream, damn that's got a hurt. Speaking of Andre, the story of how Andre found his career was really touching to me. The main reason of why he really pursued his ice cream business was because ice cream was what made him happy and he wanted to share that with the world. In summary, I find Andre's career story really touching and meaningful.

Continuing on, after Andre explained the ice cream flavors to Marinette, Luka "coincidentally" appeared right behind her right after Andre said "Pistachio and pecan for the clear-sighted young man". And, if you tell me that the pistachio is to represent Adrien, I would like to explain to you how that it is not accurate. I mean, legit this whole episode is to represent how both Adrien and Marinette are indecisive when it comes to their career choices, mainly because of all the things happening in their lives. Now, "clear-sighted" doesn't really suit Adrien in the context of the episode. In this episode, Adrien doesn't even have a clue on what he wants to do for the rest of his life, but Luka on the other hand is a representative at the fair for his school and is running a booth showing his career choice, that sounds like he fits the definition more accurately. Now, I know that the main reason of why people recognize that the pistachio is to represent Adrien is because it's the color green and Luka's color is not green, it's blue. But let me introduce Viperion. I mean, Viperion is literally just Luka, even if he has a mask on it's still Luka.

Anyway! Moving foward through the episode, when Luka said "buddies", I felt that. It legit broke my lukanette stan heart to hear him say that they were just "buddies", but I digress.

Ok, I know that the main reason why Alec is roasting everyone's career choice is for his show (and to hide his inner turmoil), but damn, tone it done a bit will ya. In the end, Luka showed him, even if his way of showing him was to hold up a violin to the sky and let the wind play the instrument was kinda weird, I support whatever this kind and understanding boy does.

I know it is justified that lukanette is strictly platonic because the LS is going to be endgame, but I can't help but fan girl when I see my ship holding hands. Not to mention, the look that Marinette gives Luka is a look of adoration and love(even if it's just platonic).

We would like to welcome Bipierion to the running again. Like, come on, you can't tell me that the scene with the three talking doesn't look just a tad romantic. This whole scene, made my Luka stan heart just palpitate wildly. I mean, this whole scene; no, this whole episode is a bunch of examples of how Luka is such a mature and understanding character. This scene alone made me love Luka's character even more! Also, we FINALLY get to see Luka play the violin (and not just with the wind this time hehehe ;)) and can I just say, I totally love this scene, not only because it's with Luka playing the violin (though that may be the main reason) it's because I also play the violin so I kinda relate to this scene.

Continuing on with the episode, when Alec went into his inner turmoil and main backstory of why he is the way that he is, I was like, now I feel bad about him being trashed on, but he kinda deserved it soooo...Moving along! So, Wishmakers design. I don't know why, but Wishmakers design reminds me of Venom, or more specifically a drag queen version of Venom. And I fully support that, I mean you go get it, slay girl! Even if you are a villian.

So, Jagged’s childhood dream was to be a crocodile. I mean, I get a lot of people's childhood dreams were a bit far-fetched, but okay, you do you. Also, Mr. Banana's childhood dream was to be a cucumber? Umm ok...Anyway! Luka prioritizing others above himself, is just the icing of the cake as a Luka stan. (Not to mention, Luka already fully excepting Jagged as a dad is sooo, I can't express it into words how much I love that.)((Also, Jagged can't swim. Noted.)) Also, Luka and Jagged having a conversation about how Jagged wanted to be a crocodile as a kid, but he can't swim is so funny to me. And it also portrays more of Luka and Jagged's relationship a bit more, so I appreciate that.

It's time for a small detail mention! Luka's head tilt when he saw the dino huggie just made my Luka stan heart melt! Moving along, we get Luka or Viperion saving everyone, which just gave me a sense of joy! Also, Marinette as the knitting-fairy was so adorable!

Anywho, continuing on with the episode, with Luka finding out Marinette is Ladybug, you can see the realization in Luka's face when he realizes that the secret that she kept from him was that she was Ladybug, and you can hear the shakiness in his voice when he uses Second Chance after that, which shows even more how shocked he is. But, he still keeps his focus on the battle because now he has to protect Marinette's identity, which is just another of the many reason of why I love Luka's character. Ok, I have a small nitpick at this scene, and even though it's just a small detail in the scene I can't help, but comment on it. I know that Chat Noir is not in the right state of mind during that moment, but did he seriously not hear Viperion when he warned him to duck? But then again, I digress.

Moving on, I felt that, when Adrien found out that his childhood dream was to be what his parents wanted to be, because I also want to do that to, or mainly to just make them proud. Anyway, enough about me, let's continue on with the episode! Luka's face when he saw that Adrien was Chat Noir, really made me sympathize him. Because in Luka's eyes he finds out that are truly good partners (and I refuse to say "meant to be" because just no) and it is pretty obvious that he still has feelings for Marinette and that finding out that both Ladybug and Chat Noir are Marinette and Adrien must've broke his heart. I mean, you would react the same way if you found out that your crushes crush is their partner in crime (as some people might say).

Moving on! Umm, Barney is that you? I'm sorry I just really wanted to comment on that, also Lukadrien moment? Not to mention, how the heck can that dino huggie jump so high but hit the ground with a rumble? Then again, I'm not good with physics.

Okay, so let's quickly talk about Luka lying to Ladybug about knowing both the superheros identities. So, we know for a fact that Luka hates or at least dislikes lying, but in this moment he chose to lie, because he knows that it was the best option in this situation. The reason behind this is because he wants to protect Marinette, and I know that might sound confusing, but let me explain. Luka knows Marinette fairly well, and he knows that she has a tendency to overthink and freak out, so if Luka did tell her that he found out Marinette would freak out and start to think it's all her fault and that she should've been more careful and so on and so forth. This would make her a perfect victim for a akuma and Luka knows better than to let that happen, so he does one thing he knows will protect her, he lies to her.

Contiuing on, when Marinette said, "I will be Luka's best friend and I will love Adrien", I literally face palmed. I mean, I get it that the LS is bound to be endgame, but come on! Do we really need another reminder that it will happen eventually? Also, drag queen Alec? YASS QUEEN! SLAY QUEEN, SLAY!

And with that, we come to the end of the episode! So, I enjoyed the episode fairly well, with the exception of all the moments I salted it. But there are still so many questions that I have that are yet to be answered. Like, now that Luka knows both Ladybug and Chat Noir's secret identities, how will that revelation affect Luka's character in the show? Will their be others who find out their identities, and if so, how? (aka Alix) Will Luka's revelation affect how much screen time he gets on the show? And if so, will it increase or decrease? Will Alya find out that Luka knows? And, so much more. Not to mention, my opinion on Luka's revelation.

So, as I scroll through my social media, mainly instagram, I see posts where people read Luka's revelation as a way for him to also realize that the LS or Marinette and Adrien are "meant to be together", and though I respect those people's opinion, I don't really agree with it. I believe that Luka's revelation is just that. It's him finding out the truth that Marinette kept from him, and whether he decides to act more or be there more because of this is up to the writers and creators of the show. But I don't truly believe that that was a way to show that he ships them. I think he mainly supports Marinette's decisions and will always be there for her. And the reason of why I say this is because it is clear that Luka still has feelings for Marinette. I mean, come on, as I said in one of my comments during the episode, the realization on his face when he found out Chat's identity was full of sadness, contemplation, and maybe a bit of hurt. Which tells me that Luka still has at least some romantic feelings for Marinette. Not only that, he did the thing that he hates or dislikes most, lying, to protect her. But all in all I still enjoyed the episode and I can't wait to see where this revelation takes us.

I hope everyone has a great rest of their day and as always remember...

But that's just my opinion (・ε・)

(This took me FOREVER to finish, but at least it states my opinion and my little thoughts throughout the episode, even if it is a bit jumbled up :))

#ml wishmaker #ml wish maker spoiler #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb #miraculous season 4 #mlb season 4 spoilers #mlb season 4 #mlb salt #miraculous fandom #miraculous rant #mlb fandom #miraculous salt #mlb rant #miraculous luka #luka couffaine #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous adrien #adrien salt #adrien agreste #lukanette #pro lukamari #luka supremacy #luka stan clan #miraculous spoilers #miraculous opinion #mlb opinion #mlb spoilers #((i am so tired))

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 317 Spoiler Analysis: Everything Hurts and I’m Dying

The BNHA Chapter 317 leaks are out, I can’t wait until Sunday this time, and I’m fuckity sad as hell 😭.  We have more Deku angst and more Dad Might angst.  Also pro hero angst.  But, there’s Shoto Todoroki crumbs!  I’m happy about that.  Maybe the POV will change to the students soon.  At least I hope.  I want an update on them:

We do get a cover page for this chapter and it looks amazing!  Like really, Horikoshi-sensei is snapping hard with the art in these recent chapters.  Deku just looks amazing.  The detail in the pen lines in on this page is incredible.  I can’t imagine the amount of work and patience that went into making this. It reminds me of the hard work Berserk’s mangaka, Kentaro Miura, went into drawing his manga.  I wonder if this is a homage of some sorts.  Kinda to honor Miura’s passing in a way.  

But yeah, Deku looks so good, but he’s so, so tired.  His eyes are practically black, his costume is more torn than before, his metal mask is crumbling from the damage it’s taken, and there are obvious bags under his eyes.  That bright-eyed Izuku Midoriya we knew in the past is almost entirely gone.  Deku’s seen shit and he is exhausted from all of it.  I truly want this kid to get some sleep and take a shower in something other than the rain.  I honestly don’t know how much longer his mentality’s going to last at this point.  I’d say 1-2 more chapters maybe.

The Pro Heroes and Deku managed to survive the blast from the last chapter thank god.  Unfortunately, they’re back to square 1 on AFO and Shigaraki’s whereabouts.  Edgeshot suggest taking to Lady Nagant to get some more info, but she’s still unconscious in the hospital.  He also suggest that OFA should be finally be known to the public in order to gain more allies and support Deku.  This pretty much confirms that Edgeshot, Mt. Lady, and Kamui Woods know about OFA at this point.  I wonder if other heroes like Mirko and Aizawa know now too.  Actually, given that Deku told all of his classmates, Aizawa most likely knows now too.

And thing is, yeah, telling more people about OFA will probably give Deku more allies, but it will also put massive targets on their backs too.  More villains will go after Deku as well.  This Quirk was kept a secret for a reason after all.  It would be a big risk if they choose to release the info on OFA.

A flashback comes in showing that Death Arms (the big bulky Pro Hero who Jiro did her first internship with) has given up.  The booing managed to overweigh the cheers of heroism.  It’s a small scene, but Death Arms was actually one of the first Pro Heroes we ever saw in the series.  He helped protect the citizens back when the giant villain was attacking the city.  It’s honestly sad to see one of the first heroes in the series give up after everything the world has come to.

Back to the present, more Pro Heroes are giving up every day and some are even leaking info to the media.  Which means that people are getting close to finding out about the truth of OFA.  That also means people will start blaming Deku more.  The last thing Deku needs is to be blamed for something he didn’t do.  That would make things so much worse for him.

Mt. Lady (who has a vertical scar on top of her left eye now) brings up a good point here: AFO could leak out the truth about OFA at any point, but he hasn’t.  He has to have a reason behind that.  Maybe he thinks that would be too easy.  Maybe AFO wants to play with his chess pieces more before killing them off.  Maybe he just wants to see all his enemies suffer first.

Also, can I just point out how cool it is to see Mt. Lady act as a real Pro Hero?  At the beginning of the series, it was clear she was only in it for fame and glory.  If she was the same as before, she would’ve retired by now.  But instead, she’s actively helping Deku out as his ally and keeping him safe.  You love to see that character development.

AND NOW WE HAVE SHOTO CRUMBS 💙😭!!!!  No new panels except for the flashback back in Central Hospital, but he did leave a missed call for Endeavor and a message asking him to call him back.  Given Shoto’s relationship with Endeavor right now, things are probably still slowly improving with them.  And what Shoto found must be incredibly important given that he wants to talk to Endeavor immediately.  Is it about Dabi?  Is it about Deku???  Maybe both????  I mean, Shoto has to know that Endeavor is working with Deku, right?  I think?  CAN HE BRING DEKU HOME MAYBE???  IDK, I’M JUST HAPPY TO HEAR MY ICY-HOT BOY AGAIN IN THE MANGA I WILL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET, HORIKOSHI 💙🤍❤️😭

In the meantime, Hawks gets a call from All Might and Deku managed to easily defeat a hired villain.  And good god Deku looks so badass and haunting here.  That villain is slumped and Deku’s holding him with one big strand of Blackwhip with ONE FINGER.  Deku took that villain out effortlessly.  He really has gotten stronger with OFA.  I’d be scared of this kid if I faced him.

After the villain is captured, Deku is ready to leave immediately after.  But, Dad Might is so worried about his green son 😭!  All Might tries to reason with Deku and tries to give him a bento box, but Deku refuses and says that All Might doesn’t need to follow him anymore because he can take care of himself now like All Might did in his prime and he doesn’t want All Might to get hurt.  THE PANELS THAT GO WITH THIS SCENE MAKES ME CRY SO MUCH!!!  ALL MIGHT TRIES TO REACH FOR DEKU’S HAND BEFORE HE LEAVES, BUT HE CAN’T SO HE TRIPS ON THE GROUND AND THE BENTO BOX FALLS ON THE GRASS AND ALL MIGHT HAS FLASHBACKS TO WANTING TO PROTECT DEKU AND HE’S SO WORRIED OH MY GOD I CAN’T DO THIS HORIKOSHI WHY *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*😭😭😭

All Might thinks on how he should’ve told Deku to get some rest instead of letting Deku go.  God, All Might is honestly the best Dad for Deku next to Aizawa.  Screw you, Hisashi, you can stay overseas wherever the hell you are.  There’s also a panel of Stain who listened in on Deku and All Might’s conversation.  I don’t think Stain will kill All Might since Stain considered All Might to be one of the true heroes out there (he might encounter Deku though if we’re going by how Deku encountered Muscular and Overhaul).  But, I am worried that All Might will die somehow before Deku can come back to see him.  Which would absolutely kill me.  Imagine if Deku comes back to All Might on his deathbed and that’s the last conversation they will ever have until Deku sees All Might in the vestige world.  God, I would cry for weeks if that happened.  

So, over the weeks, Deku has kind of become an urban legend all over Japan apparently.  They would see him as someone who appears silently and has multiple Quirks.  They say his body is full of wounds, blood, and mud (Deku need a real shower bad, someone get Wash).  It’s interesting how Deku’s become this kind of myth that’s been going on in Japan.  Like, he’s this mythical being that no one really knows about but is like their dark guardian angel protecting them from harm.  Very much like a vigilante.  

The final panel shows Deku looking like a monster/demon with OFA going and Blackwhip coming out of his arms all Venom like and his clothes are in even more tatters (his other Mid-Gauntlet on his right arm is broken now too).  The last dialogue bubble has a citizen say that “I heard he doesn’t look like a hero at all”  This last page is so, SO well done!  Horikoshi has been giving us nothing but straight 🔥 since this arc began.  Deku looks nothing like that wide-eyed hero-in-training we knew before the war arc.  That glimmer in his eyes is all but gone.  I can’t believe that sweet broccoli boy has descended into this dark vigilante who’s mental state is on the brink of breaking.  He’s still as badass as ever though.  Like, Deku really looks like a villain here, but we know he’s not.  Horikoshi really likes Venom as much as he loves Spider-Man I think.  This is like Venom mixed with Batman/Arkham.  It’s like the series went from happy Marvel to dark DC in the best way possible.  It’s honestly great.  But, I’m so worried about Deku and All Might.  I want the kids (specifically Bakugo or Shoto) and Aizawa to fetch them and bring them home.  Even if it resorts to fighting to drag Deku back.  Deku can’t keep isolating himself like this forever; he needs all the help he can get.  His friends can more than handle their own.  Again, I’ll give him 1-2 chapters until Deku breaks entirely.  

Me sobbing from pain and angst throughout the entire chapter:       

#My Hero Academia Spoilers #Boku No Hero Academia Spoilers #MHA Spoilers #BNHA Spoilers #MHA 317 #BNHA 317 #Everything hurts #everything hurts and I'm dying #i'm seriously at my limit #I don't know how much more I can take #we haven't had happy times in over a year in the manga world #goddammit #I love it here #I hate it here #Deku #Izuku Midoriya #All Might #Endeavor #Mt. Lady #Shouto Todoroki #Shoto Todoroki #Enji Todoroki #Kamui Woods #Edgeshot #Hawks #Stain #Keigo Takami #Toshinori Yagi #i'm in so much pain #my heart hurts

[touch-of-eden]

Pairing: Adam/Langa

Rating: Probably Teen?

Probably yet another 'what would happen if Adam offered to tutor Langa' kinda thing

Idk there's like a six day wait to get an ao3 invite, so I'm shoving it here for now. Under a cut for length

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The first time it happened, he still had Reki's voice echoing in his ear: "I'll have you take it back… with this."

But he could also hear another voice: "I took a look at your skating. It was brilliant! But…"

But.

Langa shook his head, as if trying to shake the voice out. Adam had hardly seemed… nice. But he couldn't deny the lingering curiosity. Could someone truly push him past where Reki had gotten him?

His hand came up to clutch his shirt, to feel the racing pulse beneath it.

Adam had left them alone, accepting Reki's beef, with Langa accepting the terms he'd thrown. Though, even now, days later, he couldn't stop thinking about that 'but.' And then he'd found the note.

Little Langa, won't you join me? Let's see how far I can take you.

It had been followed by a time and a location.

He slipped out after midnight, riding down to the specified warehouse where he now waited, gripping tight to his board. Did this count as betraying Reki?

Did Reki even need to know?

A lighter flared to life, far too close. His heart kicked up another notch as a cigarette was lit. As a man in a mask took a long drag before blowing the smoke out into his face.

Langa coughed, resisting the urge to push the man… to push Adam back as he leaned in, a wicked fanged grin glowing in the faint moonlight from a nearby window.

He swallowed hard as a tongue ran across a pointed tooth.

"So good to see you again," Another inhale, another stream of smoke across his face. "Snow."

"I'm here to... learn?" It was a question, shaky, as his back pressed against the wall, trying to put any sort of distance between him and Adam.

They worked on nothing but stances that night. Adam's fingers lingered over his calf, his knee, his thigh… His chest pressed to Langa's back as he whispered instructions.

And Langa… tried not to shiver at the warm breath drifting across his ear and neck. At the hands that slid around his waist.

But why? Why was he letting Adam get away with this?

The second time it happened, Reki's arm was in a sling. He'd snuck out again, met up with a familiar mask. Only now they were there, knowing they'd be skating together in the near future.

Once again, Adam held him close—too close—as they reviewed stances. And just before Adam let him go, before they were to practice skating, he was yanked nearly flush against the taller man's body.

His heart thundered in his ears as Adam leaned in, tongue flicking across a fang.

"You're already improving so much, my little Langa."

Breath washed warm across his face. He couldn't take his eyes off that grin. Those fangs.

"Tell me. Are you enjoying our time together?"

He should have said no. Should have run. Should have told Reki what a stupid, stupid thing he'd been doing.

But Reki would be so mad.

No, it was best he didn't know. Instead he looked up at the ornate mask, at the hint of red he thought he could see behind it. And he spoke.

"Yes."

The third time was after he had promised not to race Adam again. Though he supposed he'd also promised to stay away.

But here he was.

Adam leaned in close when they unnecessarily went through stances. He touched Langa's thighs, his hips. He pressed them together, a large hand across Langa's abdomen. They moved together in sync, almost a dance of sorts. Picking right up where they'd left off on the track.

The fourth time, Adam tugged Langa close.

The fifth time, Langa returned the favor.

His skating was improving in leaps and bounds under Adam's instruction, so why not? Maybe there was something to be learned from their dance.

Reki... didn't have to know, right?

See, where Reki was safety, comfort… Adam was fascination. Adam was athletic wonder.

And Reki didn't need to know how whenever he was close to Adam, his heart would race. He didn't need to know about the whispers. Of Adam's infatuation. He didn't need to know the way that half sweaty and exhausted from a lap or two around the circuit, Adam would shove him back against a wall. The violent way he'd show what he called love.

He didn't have to know that the high collared shirt Langa wore wasn't only for his comfort anymore.

The sixth time, Reki was mad at him. Mad that he wanted to compete in the tournament. Mad that he was excited to race Adam again.

But how. How was he supposed to deny the way his heart raced when close to Adam? How was he to explain the things… the heart pounding, adrenaline rushing feelings he felt whenever they skated together? When they danced?

The seventh time.

He'd hesitated for once. He'd watched Adam the night before, watched him swing a board square into Cherry's face.

But then he'd called out to Snow. He'd said they should be together. He'd been called Eve. The match... a partner to Adam.

And that night, as they'd practiced, as Adam had touched him, his hands had been almost gentle, shifting his stances before pinning him to the wall to show him love.

It had to stop. He couldn't keep on this way. Sneaking behind Reki's back… behind everyone's back. Surely it wouldn't always be their own little Eden.

But he was in far too deep and couldn't keep himself away at that point. He wanted to be better. Faster. Stronger. He wanted to beat Adam, to be this Eve. He wanted to keep improving.

And only Adam knew how to push him.

#adamlanga #edenshipping #edensk8 #no I don't know what the heck I'm doing #i'm yeeting this into the void and calling it a night #i'm here for a wild time not a well behaved time

[turinn]

4. I’ll walk you home please? ♥️♥️

CW: Smoking idk why i always write Rinne smoking but for some reason I do

It was getting dark outside as you looked through the paperwork for the next few months lives, though you'd hardly realised the time. There'd been so much of it, as you'd had to file for the entirety of Cospro- given that Ibara was stuck in that variety show at the moment. You'd had no issue agreeing to take over his workload when he'd asked. Actually, you'd been kind of honoured that he trusted you to- you knew how seriously he took his production work, the amount of times he'd stopped others from working with Eden more than enough evidence that he was reluctant to pass the gauntlet on to anyone else. That the Vice President of the company claimed to think of you as the sole producer he could trust had made you want to work as hard as you possibly could, and perhaps had led to you overworking yourself slightly. Well, more than slightly. It was late September, the sunset beginning well past the time you'd normally leave work, and here you were flipping a lamp on to see what you were doing better as the level of natural light got too low. The forgotten cup of coffee on the edge of your desk was cold by now, even the scent of it had faded, and as you signed the next form you felt a yawn begin to rise up. What time is it?

The clock behind you took you by surprise, gleefully telling you it was 7:30pm, when you'd been thinking it was much closer to 5. Suddenly the office you sat in felt almost cage-like, the discovery that you'd been signing papers for the better part of 11 hours making your work environment much less friendly. Producers didn't stay in the Starmony dorm, and the last bus your bus pass was valid on had left 20 minutes ago. If you had to walk home, you'd be better off leaving now, before it got too cold.

After switching off the lamp and locking the drawer the paperwork is stored in, you stepped into the elevator. The bright lights inside hurt your eyes a little after the low light of the office, but you simply bared it for the 70 or so seconds you were in there. The evening air was cool against your cheeks as you stepped out of the building, but not so cold as to be unpleasant. Streetlights illuminated Ensemble Square well, the trees that lined your path turned a strange yellow green from the glow. Sitting on one of the benches was a familiar figure, a cigarette clasped between his long fingers. The white hoodie he usually had tied around his waist was actually being put to use, and he seemed to have forgone his stupid headband, allowing his striking red hair to fall in his face. Your little crush on Rinne didn't help you right now as you tried to ignore him and just walk past, wanting to just get home, but you couldn't help but spare him a glance.

"Hey-hey, Producer-chan! What're ya doin' out here so late? Don't tell me ya just finished workin'!" He hopped up from the bench to chase after you, dropping his cigarette on the floor and putting it out with his foot as he went.

"Actually, yeah. I kinda of lost track of time." You mumbled in response. Your pace didn't slow.

"Damn, you're one hell of a worker bee, ain't ya? We sure are lucky to have ya helping us out." He grinned. It was a familiar grin, though the one he shot at you when he caught you alone felt almost different somehow. You could never quite place it, and always chalked it up to your own crush making you overthink things.

"Yeah, I guess. I really need to get home, Amagi-san, so-"

"How many times have I told ya to call me Rinne-kun? And don't worry, I ain't gonna make ya miss yer bus or nothin'! I figured I'd just walk ya to the bus stop, nice and friendly." The hand he clasped on your shoulder made your heart beat a little too fast, and you shrugged it off quickly.

"Well, actually, the last bus left some time ago. And it's quite a walk home, so we should really part ways here." You stopped walking at this. Rinne didn't seem deterred, though.

"You're walking home? Well, I can't let ya walk all that way alone. Wouldn't be right of me, as yer buddy or yer co-worker. 'specially not when it's dark and cold out. That'd just be plain irresponsible." You wanted to remark that Rinne was the epitome of 'plain irresponsible', but he'd already continued before you even finished opening your mouth. "C'mon, I'll walk ya home. No arguing! If ya say no I'll just follow ya anyway." You didn't doubt that for a second. He'd already carried on walking as soon as he finished his sentence, and you sped up a little to catch up with him, not sure how you'd make it all the way home without putting your foot in your mouth. Working with Rinne was fine, you could talk about work until the cows came home, and if you felt awkward there were three other members of his unit you could divert your attention to. But this was a different story entirely.

To your luck, he turned out to be just as talkative in personal situations as he was when he needed to shut the hell up and concentrate, and you managed to get most of the way without saying much more than the occasional "quite right" and "oh, sounds awful". That was, until a breeze blew past you, and you shivered, suddenly regretting not bringing your coat this morning. Rinne stopped in his tracks.

"Producer-chan, are ya' cold?" His brows were furrowed a little as he stared at you. You'd stopped directly under a streetlamp, and the goosebumps covering your arms were perfectly visible. Denying it would be kind of futile.

"Uh, a little. But it's not long till we get to my place, so don't worry!" You carried on walking, not noticing the way he shook his head in disagreement to your attempt to brush it off. It came as quite the shock when his hoodie suddenly landed on your shoulders.

"Ama- Rinne-kun?" He simply stared at you expectantly, waiting until you slipped your arms into the sleeves before he grinned and kept walking. The hoodie was soft, and still held Rinne's own body heat. It smelled like him, too, a mixture of the sort of citrusy cologne he wore and the slight lingering scent of menthol cigarettes. It was nice, though you hated to admit it, and you felt your cheeks heating up as you acknowledged that you were wearing the hoodie of your long time crush. Rinne continued to recount various stories and exploits as you walked, not acknowledging what had just happened, and you almost forgot about it yourself.

"Hey, this is my street." You piped up eventually, kind of expecting him to leave you here for a more interesting exploit, but he just nodded and asked which house yours was. Walking you all the way to your doorstep, he smiled at you. It wasn't the familiar, smug grin you'd seen on him a hundred times, not even the slightly softer one he gave you when it was just you and him. It was a genuine smile, and though you could read what it was, his eyes held something deep within.

"Producer-chan?" He piped up as you turned the key in the lock, causing you to turn around.

"Yes, Rinne-kun?"

Rinne, standing a few feet from your doorstep, walked forwards to close the gap, that unreadable smile still plastered on his face. A soft, chaste kiss was pressed to your cheek, his hand gently caressing the opposite one.

"You look cute in my hoodie." He whispered. He left you standing on your doorstep, flustered and confused, with the key still in the lock and his hoodie still zipped around you.

A few hours later, as you got ready for bed, you received a message on HoldHands.

From: Rinne Amagi

Are ya free on Saturday? You should wear my hoodie on our first date 💛

#how did this get so long I- #🌙 rinne birthday event #rinne amagi #amagi rinne #rinne amagi imagines #rinne amagi imagine #rinne amagi x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars imagine #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars imagine #enstars imagines #enstars x reader #🌙. by me

[imgoodloveenjoy]

FUCKING MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW WHAT I WANNA TALK ABOUT IS THE DISRESPECT!

THE DISRESPECT ETHAN GETS FROM EVERYONE – OTHER MED STAFF AND THE WRITERS – I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START.

The fact that Maggie and Will conspired behind his back to treat the patient without informing him to Maggie looking Ethan square in the face, saying nothing, being deliberately disrespectful. None of these people respect Ethan as a superior, they don’t respect his place as Chief of ED and the moment when he puts his foot down to remind these bitches- OH Ethan’s being mean, it’s a problem, we hate him. TUH! But no one, not a soul, says boo about the people around him who just do whatever with zero consequences. From the moment Will suggested the controversial treatment, I knew it would work cause it always works out for him for whatever reason. Will gets 100% of the redeeming qualities while Ethan gets none when they are both good doctors. I have no idea what the writers are doing with Ethan, shit, they have no idea what they’re doing with Ethan.

He’s a more than capable doctor, they even had that moment between he and Charles to make that idea concrete, but now here they are making him go through the same character development he did in like season 3!!! It’s the same stuff, different supporting character – before it was April who was convincing Ethan to not be so by the book and cautious now it’s Will only the writers position his character to show Ethan up…I see what’s happening and it always happens with POC characters – they’re used to prop up the usually white character and embody the flaws that the white character doesn’t possess. It’s annoying. They do it with Maggie all the time too which is why she’s always licking Will & Natalie’s butts and is a much better friend to either of them than they are to her. Infuriating.

ALSO! KILL THIS VIRANI LOVE TRIANGLE WITH FIRE, THEN BURY IT IN ACID. Ethan and Will bumping heads is enough, we don’t need to stick Ethan in ANOTHER BORING “love” triangle. PLEASE! Can’t even get his character right but using him as fodder? I mean, no hate to Marcel but we now know more about him than we do Ethan and this is Marcel’s like second season on the show? Ethan’s been here since season 1, episode 1 and they cant even give him any good character development that sticks! I mean, we now know Marcel is Persian and April’s Brazilian but we have ZERO clue about Ethan’s specific Asian ancestry. Who the hell is in the writers’ room cause I need to cuss them out GOOD!

I hate it. Piss on it’s grave! Ethan deserves better! I’m actually livid writing this at 2AM!!!

 Marcel:

Glad we finally got some backstory on him. I was sitting there like “This man speaks Farsi? He’s Persian?”. I’m glad that he’s sharing more of his culture with Natalie because she seems like she’s trying to get to know Marcel deep down, past the superficial mess of sex and work.

Now about this thing with Goodwin’s son – I still don’t like him, he gives me bad vibes – but I can see this episode he was earnest about trying to help and thinking the device he’s hawking could be of some use but I was kinda surprised that Marcel just went ahead with trying this device on the patient immediately instead of trying it out in practice first. But again, every damn doctor in Med is a rodeo clown lol they just do whatever and it magically works out for them (I’m sorry but at 6 seasons, I’m really tired of this trope and it only being applied to like 3 people).

 April:

Every time a Med staff member has a day off, something crazy happens and they have to save a life. This episode the tension between April and Lanik really showed how nurses are seen as discardable by some doctors – they aren’t given their proper respect and talked down to like children. I do like how Lanik did acknowledge that April did a great job given what she had and even said she should’ve gone to med school. I remember that she was asked why she didn’t go to med school by Ethan and she replied that her parents didn’t support her in that venture and actually preferred her brother to be the doctor instead of her. Really messed up but I do think it would be a good idea for April to look into getting into med school – she has the knowledge and knows her way around a hospital, would be a good change for her instead of always following behind doctors picking up their slack.

 I’m sorry this one is so short, I’m just livid about the Ethan and Will dynamic when it could’ve been really interesting. It’s turning into the Will is better than Ethan show and I’m annoyed. Like at this point, why did they even have Ethan become Chief of ED and have Goodwin tell Will he’s too much of a liability to just turn around and have Will act as impulsive as ever and show Ethan up like Will’s the better doctor? Why even have that moment between Charles and Ethan where Charles reaffirmed to Ethan that he is a good doctor? Why make ETHAN GO THROUGH THE SAME DAMN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AS BEFORE? The writing the episode really pissed me off. Idk what else to say than that.

Me to the writers:

Til next time on this show that doesn’t know what the hell it’s doing besides pissing me off.

#chicago med #chicagomed #chexton #ethan choi #april sexton #mancel #crockett marcel #natalie manning #one chicago #daniel charles #sharon goodwin #will halstead #manstead #maggie lockwood

[lovespelt]

(I kinda like Sharing my weird AU Ideas with you lmao, this one is gonna be weird, buckle up)

Among Us + Bnha AU

..... But not in a game setting.

There are 10 people heading to THE SKELD.

7 crewmates.

3 Imposters.

2 are killers.

1 is an Alien.

Ok now that we have the dramatic effects aside.

Izuku is obviously the Alien. He's green all over lmao. ANYWAY.

He Stumbled upon the ship when he killed one of the supposing crewmate down on the launcher.

The humans have taken his spaceship with his food and one way ticket home.

He was hungry. And Mad.

He was so hungry, he ate a Human, but when he had his first bite, he couldn't stop. Human flesh was starting to be addicting to him.

He needed more but he didn't want to get caught. That's when he heard a buzzing voice in the helmet of the human he ate.

"Zzz... Izz...Ku.. D.. Come in... We are going to launch—1 hour.. —are sending you to.. — planet.. unknown.. Zzzzwe had this unknown..zzz..map on —... UFO... Ther—zz believe —hav—zzz a... Unknown life.. Zzhere. your crewmates — waiting...Zzfor You.."

A ship huh? Hundreds of miles away from earth? Heading to his so called home planet? With food Humans on board? And no secret government humans in it? Sounds like a vacation-back-home to Izuku.

He looks at the suit the previous human had worn.

He smiled.

He puts on the helmet.

And transforms.

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AAAAND AFTER THAT WHOLE SHIBANGBANG. He went to the ship and basically the whole thing started to have like the "1 Impostor" but none of the crewmates knew.

After Izuku's first kill of one of the crewmates. They panic.

They contacted the government officials about having an Alien on board that might potentially be the one that was inside the UFO they have back on earth.

So they became weary of each other.

Izuku feels full for a while but he's starting to feel hungry again.

Izuku kills another one. Another dead body and one witness.

He froze. He didn't think someone would come here in electrical.

He thought that person was gonna report him. He still had his tongue out, with blood all over his suit, a dead person on the ground.

He thought it was over for him. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the report.

5 seconds have past.

He opens his eyes to see the witness—

Blushing??? Was this person blushing?????

Then he heard a soft "oh." From him.

His guard is still up but now he's a bit weary. Why isn't this human freaking out? Why is he just standing there? Is... Is he ok??????

Izuku waved his hand in front of the human. Who is wearing a cyan colored suit.

The human snapped out of his trance.

"Why... Didn't you report the body...?" Izuku asked.

The human said nothing for a few more seconds. Until he said—

"That...uh.. was... Kind of hot."

".... What—"

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Ok so after a bit more explaining, there are now 2 Impostors, If you haven't guessed, Cyan is todoroki.

He would do killings as well now, with a knife he found in cafeteria. He would kill and cut the upper half and feed it to Izuku. so that way they wouldn't be sus of Izuku being alone all the time as well. He taught Izuku how to go through vents lmao.

So after this encounter, Izuku was still a bit more weary of todoroki. He would try to be more careful now, he wouldn't kill Todo anymore, he would look too suspicious if he did that now. Plus Todoroki gives him food to eat anyways so he'd be useful like that to him.

He saw a crewmate in reactor, doing the square button-thingy. He looked at the hallway of upper engine and lower engine.

No one on sight.

He was feeling a bit hungry now anyways.

He sneaked closer to the brown suited human.

And ate his upper body.

Then there was a gasp behind him, he turned around and saw 2 crewmates.

Where the hell did they came from?!?! He was sure nobody was walking down the hallway.

Then he remembered.

The Cameras.

Shit.

The white suited one reported the body.

_-_-_-_-_

Everyone was at the table. It was discussion time. There are 7 people left.

Izuku is now panicking. There are 2 witnesses already. How did he not see the camera light up? It was so bright! So much for being more careful.

Now he's gonna get ejected.

"I-IT'S HIM!! THE GREEN ONE!! I SAW HIM KILL BROWN IN REACTOR!!" The girl with the white suit exclaimed.

"I-IT'S NOT ME!!!" Izuku's defended weakly.

"THAT WAS A WEAK ASS LIE!! I SAW YOU!!! THE GUY WITH AN ORANGE SUIT WHO WAS WITH ME SAW YOU!!" White proclaimed.

Izuku is now sweating outside his suit. Todoroki decided to speak up.

" it's not him. I was with him last round, he did a scan on medbay, the scan can identify him if he is an Alien if his blood is different. He's a crewmate. He's not the Impostor here. You are sounding so sus right now." Todoroki lied.

White was shocked. "H-HE'S THE IMPOSTOR! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SCAN!! YOU'RE LYING!! I SAW YOU BY ADMIN LAST ROUND WHERE THE BODY WAS!! YOU MIGHT BE WORKING TOGETHER!!" The girl in the white suit said.

She was very accurate to the truth.

"That makes sense... Two Impostors." The yellow suited girl thought out loud.

Izuku didn't know what to do.

"You can't prove that. It might be you who is Impostor. Blaming Green because he was near." Todoroki injected.

Why is he trying so hard? Why is he defending an Alien like Izuku? It makes his stomach feel weird. Must be the skull.

"Hah it's too late for that now pretty boy, Orange was with me the whole time, he saw green killed brown. Right Orange?" White smirked.

Orange has been silent for the whole meeting. He didn't speak up.

What is he thinking about??? Why isn't he confessing that he saw him kill??? Izuku was confused.

Then—

Red eyes meet green.

Orange opened his mouth and he said—

"White sus."

What.

"WHAT?!"

.White was ejected.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

OOOOOOOH, WHO COULD ORANGE BE?? *cough* Bakugou *cough*

ANYWAYYYYSSS

There are now 3 Impostors.

Would you look at that.

(yes this is a TDBKDK if you are wondering)

LMAO, I might make a part 2 of this tomorrow—or today? Idk I haven't slept for a while lol. Should I even do a continuation of this??? It's kind of long LMAOOOOO. This is it for now. I'm too fucking sleep deprived to think of an actual plot hahahahahahaa.

1) i am not normally a fan of evil izuku but i love izuku winning over todoroki and bakugou w his cuteness (yes i am weak for todobakudeku djndsad)

2) seriously dude do you have an ao3??? bc your writing is amazing and i feel like any of these au’s would make awesome full-blown fics :D!!! (like seriously!!)

#let's be real we'd all go imposter for alien izuku #lovespelt.asks #scar-queen-owl

[yelenasdog]

bonnie and clyde (billy/4 x fem reader)

genre: angst

summary: there were five people at the funeral of billy jones. why did two, more specifically one, of them leave?

words: 1.3k

warnings: just vv sad my guy. literally no fluff i hate it here </3 mentions of death, billy’s funeral, and crying.

a/n: yo so idk if billy’s last name is jones but i saw someone on here refer to him as billy jones and i think it’s just bc of ben’s last name but anyway LMFAO. i for some reason couldn’t stop thinking abt this and so i wrote it (as one does fkefnkerjn). also y/n was not used so if u wanted to read this as an x another character or x an oc it would work as well. enjoy :)

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There were five people at the funeral of Billy Jones.

This was common knowledge who would listen long enough to hear the vigilante talk about the experience he had only seen from afar, his own heart growing tender during, or at any mention of, the moment.

But Billy always failed to explain the situation with a full grip, to its entire truth. As to why, most anyone could figure out.

He was afraid.

Afraid of getting her hurt, afraid of thinking of her for just a moment too long, afraid of his impulse driving him to get his ass right back up and go say he still loved her.

Four was afraid of a plethora of horrible scenarios that could occur if he let the truth about his funeral slide to anyone except One (which was bad enough that he had to know by default as it was).

And the irony of it all, was how miniscule and ineffective something like who had left his funeral early and as to why, would be to anyone else on the team.

Sure they all had their secrets that would seep into the pool that was their little family, Three’s mother, One’s lover, Two and Three’s infatuation with each other (though, that one wasn’t really a secret).

Not to mention, Four despised painting her in a bad light, allowing others to think for a fraction of a second that she didn’t leave because her already frail heart couldn’t handle to see her beloved’s name etched onto a gray stone in a patchy field of a horrible green, couldn’t handle the idea that their Bonnie and Clyde reminiscent days (minus the killing of 13 people, that is) had come to an end.

There were two people at the funeral of Billy Jones who left early.

The first? An old friend from his hometown.

He was a wealthy businessman now, having abandoned the life of pretty crime and rush of his youth. He showed up to Four’s not-so-celebration of life in an ashen tux with an obsidian tie and shiny oxfords, and barely a minute into the service he had begun checking his shiny Rolex, probably counting down the seconds until he would be considered late to some important meeting for whatever corporate hoax he was a part of to be able to stay afloat. How ironic.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to her, while the action itself felt like somewhat of a betrayal, even though Billy and the businessman hadn’t talked in years. It was a kind enough gesture that he had even come to begin with.

But she didn’t care.

Because before the service had even started, salty droplets were rolling down her reddened cheeks, dampening her hoodie, his hoodie, that she had coiled so tightly around herself and her limbs, almost like a corset.

So when the businessman turned to go after what could maybe have been a measly few minutes, she could barely control her anger.

But she did, for Billy. She sucked it up and stayed put, keeping her eyes trained to his mother who was now speaking, her striking emerald eyes also obviously wet. But in reality, Billy had wanted his former lover to turn around and smack that prick square in the face.

But then 4 took some time and realized that if it were the other way around and she had been dead, he could conjure in his mind how distressed he would be to where he would prefer to focus on wallowing in his sadness for her and her only, not be consumed by anger for some random fellow.

Billy truly wanted to leave One where he stood, wanted to run to where her shaking was escalating from ever so slightly to violently as could be, wrapping her in his strong arms she already missed. The strong arms that she believed should have kept him safe when he was dangling from that damned building with that damned necklace in his mouth.

The image could have been some renaissance painting with how beautiful he looked, even then, on the brink of what the world would know as the death of Billy Jones.

In fact, most of Billy’s and the girl’s adventures could be different renaissance paintings. Alive and free, bursting with vibrant colors and emotions that weren’t able to be captured with words, so rather, they were thrown on a canvas in what was somehow a meticulously put together flurry.

On that rainy day, the weather so fitting to what she had been feeling, she wished for nothing more than to somehow place herself back into those non-existent paintings, to even for a fraction of a second bask in his never ending love like some sort of oasis.

She wanted to run her fingers through his golden curls one last time, kiss his forehead goodnight one last time, to tell him she loved him more than anything in this universe, one last time.

But she didn’t, and she wouldn’t ever get to.

And her one final chance to say what she wanted him to hear, she had missed out on, as that’s when she had left.

It was long after the uptight man in the fitted suit, long after his crying mother had gone from where she was speaking up front, back to the shadows of her baby’s grim event that she should never have had been alive to see.

She had managed to drag herself halfway up to where his casket was sitting just above the ground, trying to not look at the box a second too long.

Rather, she pretended there was a pair of rose colored glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, helping her pretend that this was all some big misunderstanding, that Billy was just pulling one of his infamous pranks.

He would pop out from behind the tent covering the few who stood with their feet shifting on the damp soil, or perhaps from the headstone of his very own grave. She would gasp or shriek and then smack his arm, lecturing him as he grabbed his chest, doubling over in laughter, the sound like music to her ears.

God, what she would do to hear that sound one more time.

Nevertheless, in the end he would stand up, and wipe her tears from her sweet face, pressing gentle kisses on either of her cheeks to rid her of that pout he hated to admit he loved. She would crack a small smile and he would punch a celebratory fist in the air at the gesture, leaving her to only shake her head at his antics. He would sling an arm around her shoulders, nustling close to her as they would exit the graveyard, never coming back until the inevitable day they both had lived their happiest and fullest lives together.

He would say “You know you love me.” And without a doubt, every time, she would say “Yeah, I do.”

But not this time.

This time, she would let her eyes wander to a tall tree just over the hill, slimming her puffy eyes. She rubbed them and did a double take, and swore that for a moment she had seen what looked like his figure next to one of someone she had never seen before.

And that’s when she left.

She let out an ugly sob, running as fast as her feet could take her to wherever that wasn’t there, the sound of her shoes against the cold ground muted, but the sound of her uneven breathing was anything but.

As for all she knew, it was her mind playing a cruel, cruel, trick on her. Or even her mind trying to give her some sort of closure to move on.

Whatever it was, though, was simply too much for her to process, too much to handle. So she had left, given up on what she didn’t know was her only chance to give a proper goodbye.

“You think she saw you?”

“I hope so.”

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we vibing w this?? i hope so hehe. WAIT PUN NOT INTENDED LMFAO I DID THAT PERIODT! anyway, have a wonderful day/night, and go drink water and eat protein, it’s all abt intention!! i love u! also if u have any questions abt this fic pls do lmk bc ik some of it was kinda weird! 

p.s., pls pls pls reblog this! this is my first ben related fic and ik when it’s ur first fic for a fandom they can flop so it would be very cool if y’all could help me out a lil bit :) either way ily, thank u! kk bye

xx hj

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[bittywitches]

16 with ethan?

Okay @vintagedolan lowkey this is what would’ve happened in downhill if Grayson hadn’t been an ass lol (jk idk anything about winter sports)

16. Riding together up the ski lift. 

This day wasn’t supposed to start with you and your bundle of nerves. Today was going to be a fun holiday with you and one of your closest friends, but when he ended up in bed sick that morning, you knew you weren’t going to be able to drag him out of bed and to the slopes. His head was burning up with a fever, probably because you guys hadn’t been wearing the proper clothing when you took that pitstop to play in the snow. You’d both gone to bed alright but now he was a sneezing mess. The plan was for you to stay back and take care of him, but he’d insisted you go anyways, not wanting to ruin your vacation as well. You were grateful, but still a bit upset that you had to do this all by yourself.

So when you were checking your phone to send one last text to your friend telling him you probably wouldn’t respond to him for the next hour or so, of course you were nervous. But the sudden voice you heard behind you only made that spike even higher.

“Hey, hold on!” You turned to see a boy in a thick jacket and black cargo pants running up to you. His short hair was freckled with white snow, and he had a quiet smile on his lips. “You dropped this.” He held his hand out to you, and you saw that he was holding one of your gloves.

“Oh!” You reached into your pockets and found only one of them in there. You took it from him, your cold fingers grazing his surprising warm ones as you did so. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” He smiled, before turning to jog back towards the two people he’d been talking to. You slid your phone into your jacket pocket, zipping it closed before bending down to pick your board up off the ground. Your eyes seemed to follow him as he left, you slipping on your gloves as they did so, but you quickly turned away when you saw the other man with him look up in your direction, causing your face to heat up. You shook your head, then set off for the slopes.

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Originally, you and your friend were going to go for the Black Diamond, considering you both had a good amount of experience and were pretty good on the slopes. However, you weren’t feeling as confident without him by your side, so you decided to ease in at least a little bit by going for the Blue Square trail first. You had to wait quite a while before you were able to finally get to the front of the line. Eventually you got there, and you slowly glided down until you hit the red marker, your left foot buckled into your snowboard. You felt someone coming up behind you, and the person slid to a stop next to you.

“Hey, it’s you.” You looked up to see the same short haired boy, but now his hair was covered by a cute little beanie and his goggles were hoisted up on his head.

“Oh, hey!”

You replied, looking back behind you waiting for the chair lift to come. When it did, you both gently sat back on the seat, and he reached up to grab the bar above your heads. He looked at you, and you hovered your arms up so he could pull the bar down.

You gave him a quick smile, then looked down. You always liked to watch your feet gradually leave the ground, then see them suspended in the air. Your board gently rested on your other foot. You looked back up at him, deciding to fill the silence. “Where’s your friends?” 

His head was turned away from you, watching the trees far off in the distance before turning around at your voice. “Oh, they decided to start on the easier slopes.”

“Ah.”

“You flying solo too?”

“Yea. My friend was supposed to come too but he got sick.”

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Yea.” The sun reflected off of his goggles, and you had to squint a bit to look at him.

“So, you done this before?”

“Oh yeah. I skied a lot when I was younger, but I started snowboarding a lot last winter.”

“You good?”

“I’d like to think so.” You both giggled. “You?”

“Yea, I come lot with my brother so I get a lot of practice.”

You nod your head. “Shouldn’t you be doing one of harder ones then?”

“I like to work my way up.” He responded. “Might as well get the most of all the slopes.”

“That’s true.”

“How about you? Sounds like you’re pretty good.”

You chuckled. “I was going to go to one of the diamonds, but I’ve actually never snowboarded on my own before. Bit nervous about doing it without anybody else with me.”

“Well that makes sense, can be a bit unnerving to feel like nobody’s gonna be there.”

“You wouldn’t even know the half of it.”

The boy went quiet for a moment, but then said “Wanna go down the slope together?” When he turned to look at you his jacket rubbing against itself made a little sound. “Yknow, since it’s your first time.”

“Oh! No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You probably don’t want me weighing you down, though-”

“No, seriously. It’s all good. I’m used to snowboarding with my brother or some friends too, so.” He shrugged.

You smiled. “Alright, as long as it’s okay with you.”

“One hundred percent.”

“Thank you. It’s really nice of you.”

“Don’t even mention it. Oh- I’m Ethan, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You both awkwardly shook hands, but smiled at each other nonetheless.

“Oh-”

He tapped your shoulder then nodded forward to signal to you that you’d reached the summit. He raised the bar above your heads, and you both twisted your legs so you landed on your boards, gliding gently towards the start of the trail. 

“Alright, gimme a sec.” He pulled his gloves on and put on his goggles, and you followed suit. “You ready?”

“Yea.” You looked down the trail, seeing many people racing down the slope, getting smaller and smaller the farther away they got. You took in a deep breath.

“Hey.” You felt Ethan’s hand on your shoulder, and you looked back at him. He looked a little goofy with his goggles on. “You’re gonna be fine.”

You grinned. “Yea, I know.” You paused. “Hey, wanna make this interesting?”

He tilted his head at you. “How so?”

You bit your tongue. “Wanna race?”

“Oh, are you sure you wanna do that? I don’t think you know how good I am.”

“Are you underestimating me?”

He held his hands up in defense. “Of course not.”

“Then how about it then?”

He finally returned your enthusiastic grin. “Alright. Bet.”

“Okay, on the count of three.”

He nodded.

“One, two…” You suddenly pushed with your foot, gliding forward and then down the slope, out of sight. 

“Hey, no fair!” He yelled, but laughed still, chasing after you.

You both raced down the mountain, and you could see him gaining on you through the corner of your eye. He passed you for a moment, but he had to swerve to avoid a tree, giving you an advantage. Snow was flying as you seared through it, and it would’ve definitely gotten in your eyes if it weren’t for your goggles. The wind was cold and almost painful against your face, but the exhilaration of the speed made it seem infinitesimal. It’d been so long since you felt so free and alive like this; You were loving every moment of it. 

You were both neck and neck, one of you gaining on the other every few seconds, but eventually you ended up gaining a much larger lead.

Ethan was competitive, sure, but for some reason it was like this fire was set within him with you. He needed to beat you. He had to win. So he leaned forward, gaining more and more speed, eventually passing you with the biggest grin on his face. He looked back to you with a victorious expression for just a split second, but that was enough for him to lose focus on what he was doing. He had tried to look for you when he looked back, and it made him swivel a bit, rendering him unable to notice the icy patch he’d just slid onto. His head jerked forward, and he tried to right himself, but when that didn’t work he tried to stop, redirecting his board to get it across the run. However the icy slope made him overshoot, and he fell back, his feet flying up into the air and his shoulder crashed into the ground. 

You’d had your eye on his grey jacket since he passed you, so when you saw his fall you gasped, immediately stopping as fast as you could. You quickly unbuckled yourself form your board and picked it up, running as fast as you could to Ethan’s fallen body.

“Oh my god, are you okay??” You asked incredulously, crouching down next to him to turn him around onto his back.

“Fuck, yea. I’m good.” He tried to sit up, but his arm buckled and his back fell against the snow again.

“Jeez, come on.” You grabbed his arm and helped him up, dragging him to the side of the slope so you wouldn’t interrupt any of the other skiers. 

“What’d you land on?”

“My arm.” He went to grab his shoulder, but winced when he did.

You took your gloves off and stuffed them into your pockets, running your hands up and down his shoulder. “Does it hurt bad?” 

“Not too much. I don’t think it’s sprained or anything.” He stretched his neck out, pulling it away from his hurt arm. “God dammit, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell are you apologizing for?”

“Well I kinda took the fun out of the race, for one thing.” He laughed.

“Don’t worry about that. What’s important is you’re okay.”

“I’m good. Promise.” He sighed. “Probably might wanna take a little break, though.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a good idea.”

Luckily for you both, you were already pretty close to the bottom of the slope so you and Ethan were able to walk the rest of the way down.

“Sorry for ruining your run.” He said once you’d reached the bottom.

“Don’t worry about it. It was still fun.” You smiled. 

“I guess I’ll see you later then?”

“What? No! I’m not gonna leave you like this.”

“I was just planning on heading out.”

“Where’re you staying? I’ll drop you off.”

“No, there’s no need for that, really.”

“Come on, it’s basically my fault you’re hurt.” You went to hold his arm but he winced again. “See?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just wait for my friends. You go have fun or whatever.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s kinda cold anyways and I think my nose might freeze off.”

He laughed. “Okay, well, what do you wanna do then?”

You thought for a second. “Wanna… go get some hot chocolate? There’s a cute little coffee shop near here I passed by.”

His eyes brightened. “Yes, absolutely.”

You smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”

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Go For The Throat

Rick Grimes x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: blood, throat biting like actual blood biting, the mentions of sexual assault that were in that scene

Author’s Note: Okay so i haven’t seen TWD in ages (this season at least) but I watched this scene again and forgot how much I was in love with Rick Grimes. Like insanely in love with Rick Grimes. Thank you for reminding me.

Requested: by anon, Can I request a Rick Grimes x Reader where they were separated at the prison and the Reader got taken into the Claimers with Daryl (one of her best friends) and they reunite at the scene where Rick bites the guy's throat out. Thank you!!!

Summary: the request

Genre: idk bro

(not my gif)

You were more worried about Daryl then you were about yourself. You should have been worried about yourself, knowing in your heart that Rick was probably going nuts looking for you and Daryl but you couldn’t help but think more about your best friends safety then your own. You and Rick had been together as friends for awhile but everything romantic between you were fairly new. This was the first time you had been taken from him and you knew he would search the world to find you and Daryl.

Still, there was a part of you that wondered if you would ever be found. If you would finally die at the hands of men instead of the undead. The Claimers had been a pain but now they were possibly your end.

You stood at the end of a road, looking out at Rick and your heart ached for him. You saw Carl and Michonne, watching with careful eyes and noticing that you and Daryl were standing now as captureres.

Even from this far away you could vividly tell that Rick was angry and you weren’t sure how long he would last if something happened to you or Daryl. Or Michonne and Carl for that matter.

Your hands were free right now but you knew you couldn’t do anything. At least you knew that you shouldn’t. There were a few different ways that what happened next could go down and that was mostly depended on what the different parties did.

Somehow though they managed to begin beating Daryl, and your mind was a blur as the managed to grab everyone in the process. Michonne was pinned to the ground, Carl was struggling with one of the larger men, Rick was on his knees, watching everything happen.

You were resisting but you were more so watching. Watching and waiting for something to happen, for Rick to do something, for an opening to arise. Joe walked around the chaos, many things happening around him simultaneously. He was adamant at Rick.

“I heard this one was you little girlfriend! Shame really, seeing a girl like that go to waste on a man like you,” Joe said, his eyes landing on yours. One of his men had you held flush to his body and you spit on the dirt ground, causing an eruption of some sort of laughter from the men who were paying attention to you.

“You leave her alone,” Rick growled. There was something behind his eyes that made you cock your head at him in confusion. A look you didn’t recognize. A look that scared you.

“We’re going to first beat Daryl to death, then do this girl,” he pointed to Michonne, “and then your girl,” he pointed to you, “and then the boy.”

You almost lost it at the thought of them doing anything to Carl. Just thinking about how much you loved that boy and how much you would lose it at the thought of him getting hurt. The anger you would have. Rick was probably feeling that ten fold. That was his kid.

“Then I’ll shoot you then we’ll be square,” Joe said through a sinister smile. Joe held a gun to Rick's temple and it shifted. You saw it shift in Rick. His head butted back harshly and there was a gunshot, toward Rick's ear but not even grazing him. There was a moment of sheer wonderment as one of the men continued to pin down Carl and you heard Joe’s voice again.

“What are you gonna do now sport?” he asked, locking Rick into his arms again.

When you saw Rick bite out Joes neck you nearly fell over from sheer surprise.Finally though you came to your senses and grabbed at the gun being held against you, shooting the man who was holding you. Michonne had done the same and you both took out Daryl's attackers as Rick dropped Joe to the ground, blood on his face.

You raised a gun to the guy who had Carl and Rick stepped forward, holding your arm for only a moment.

“He’s mine,” Rick growled. You stepped back understanding. The man let Carl go and threw up his hands but it wasn’t going to do him any good. Rick stabbed him again. And again. And again.

You remembered reading Julius Caesar and school and imagined if there was the blood in front of you now around Caesar for some reason. Rick stepped back and put his hand on Carls shoulder.

“Are you alright son?” he asked and he nodded, shaking slightly. Rick pulled him in for a hug and then he moved to squeeze Michonnes shoulder and hug Daryl tightly, comforted by his friends being alive. He moved to you and you held up a finger.

“Don’t kiss me,” you told him sternly and he cracked a smile, wrapping his arms around you.

Everyone was pretty shaken up so Michonne took Carl into the car to sleep some (at least Carl fell asleep somehow, you were all pretty shocked at that) and Daryl spoke to Rick a bit before you came back from straying to collect your thoughts.

Daryl gave you and Rick some time alone as you sat beside him on the street leaning against the car. He threw an arm around you and pulled you closely to his side. You sighed contently.

“I thought I’d lost you guys,” Rick said carefully. You squeeze your eyes shut and shook your head.

“Can’t get rid of Daryl and I that easy,” you whispered softly. You looked up at Rick and he still looked shocked. His eyes land on yours and he softens some.

“I’d sure hope not. You think my girl can get away with some annoying as hell criminals?” he asked and you shrugged, smiling.

“Nope I’m too resilient. I can’t believe you bit his throat out. It was kinda hot,” you teased. Rick rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

“You would’ve done somethin’ similar.”

“Uh no. I would have shot him. Like the rest of us,” you teased. Rick let you lay on his chest and relished in the feeling of you being back in his arms.

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