#(I should give it another shot tho it was a while ago)

[squipedmew]

gay people can never confess normally they’re always doing shit like sending their alter egos to duke it out in another dimension as a representation of their emotional issues

#anyways guess what anime I’ve been rewatching #black rock shooter #this is specifically about the OVA but it also applies to the 2012 series as well #Anyways go watch the BRS OVA and the 2012 anime if you haven’t! It’s one of my all time favorites #dawnfall tho… #Let’s just say I never finished it #(I should give it another shot tho it was a while ago) #sophi rambles #mato kuroi #yomi takanashi #dead master #mato x yomi #yomi x mato #do they have a ship name? #ok I’ll shoot my shot (pun intended) #how we feeling about BlackDeath #little on the nose but I like it

[spacexseven]

yaaaay tuna time tuna time. ok so the manga is I Love Amy and its about a yandere girl making friends with the lesbian mc to get closer to her male crush but finds herself really enjoying spending time with her. very good stuff highly recommend. anyway I will be scalping this whole plot for my brainrot! as I'm basing this off a wlw manga please read yan and darling as being the same gender (ex: dazai with a male darling, higuchi with a female darling) thank u.

so, following the aforementioned plot, darling actually starts out as yans TARGET instead of yans crush, accidentally getting on their radar by being seen talking to yans current obsession one too many times during routine reconnaissance (stalking). obviously they need to get rid of them! theyre getting in the way! crush shouldn't ever talk to anyone else but them!!!! 

when local freak loner weirdo yan suddenly asks if you want to hang out with them, alone, it occurs to you that you should be a little more cautious- but, truth be told, you've had a crush on them for a while... and you know its probably impossible that they swing your way, but couldn't hurt to give it a shot, right?

with this in mind (and lowkey kinda entranced by how pretty they are up close), you agree. 

lucky for you theyre perceptive enough to sniff out that ur a fruit and thus a complete non-threat, so you live another day! and, to their surprise, they find themselves kind of enjoying hanging out with you. 

yadda yadda yadda, the two of you strike a deal to help them get in good with their crush, theyve had pretty bad luck with this so far, but they seem to like YOU, so you can get them some one-on-one time! you're pretty bummed you were right about the person you like not being interested, but hey! theyre still your friend! as long as they can be happy, you’ll be happy for them! on their end, theyre just using you (or so they think). sure, you’re ok to hang out with or whatever, but your companionship doesnt mean anything compared to their crush. once they get what they want, youre pretty much donezo. 

i wont go on for too much longer about this here but im sure you get the idea, over spending time with them as friends and dedicating so much of your time to trying to help them find their happiness, yan starts turning their attention on YOU instead. they find themself getting irritated when they catch you talking to other boys/girls, what did you suddenly get a s/o or something? are you gonna stop hanging out with them? you cant DO that youre their ONLY friend! or they’ll surprise themself by desperately wanting to pass up spending time with crush to go stay with you instead. or getting REALLY REALLY mad when they see people being rude to you when they used to not care. little things like that. i feel like this concept could be really good for soft yan stuff but you COULD make it darker if you wanna. 

characters i think would work with this: bsd - dazai (specifically pm dazai cuz hes a freak with no social skills), akutagawa, poe, ranpo, sigma, higuchi, gin, lucy. genshin - childe, scaramouche, albedo, cyno, eula, ei (i feel a modern au would work best for ei here), rosaria, shenhe

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something about the holidays has fried my brain but i cant let your asks go unanswered any longer !!!!! p.s i love amy is just wonderful thank you for the rec ^^ im just gonna go over this with childe because you deserve genshin content from me :< spoilers for childe's real name (tho i think everyone knows it by now lol) unedited!

context: X is the person ajax likes (as you can tell i am very good at coming up with names :>) some things here are taken from i love amy so give it a read !! it's totally worth it i promise~

at the time, you couldn't come up with a single reason why ajax had approached you all those days ago, accompanied only by a menacing look. in fact, you could still recall how the malice in his eyes deepened once he caught sight of you stumbling your way over in his direction.

you had heard the rumors about him (like everyone else had), and while you didn't want to judge someone because of what others had to say, you couldn't deny the fear that consumed you when he stared at you with thinly veiled distaste—right after interrogating you about your relationship with the person you had just been conversing with. it occurred to you far too late that ajax had witnessed the conversation between you and X, and now you were about to be at the receiving end of the terrors you had only heard of in passing.

your brain went into overdrive thinking of an answer. childhood friends? what if he got jealous that you spent so much time with X, time he couldn't have? but if you lied about not knowing X, he'd come after you anyway if he found out the truth, right? so you tried to come up with a lukewarm answer, something to show that you weren't trying to meddle with his…potential relationship. whether you said the two of you were partners for a project, neighbors or family friends, whatever it was, it worked in convincing him that you weren't interested.

but it worked too well, as you soon came to realize, after noticing how ajax was attached to you constantly. at your response, he had lit up and quickly pulled you closer, declaring you would help him by gathering information and helping him plan for the perfect date (and of course, there was not a single moment of consideration for your say in the matter)

even though you insisted over and over again that you'd be no help, with no experience in dating or flirting with anyone, let alone someone as popular as X, and claiming you weren't close enough with them to ask such detailed questions, ajax was far from bothered. perhaps, in his eyes, you were the perfect sidekick—obedient enough to drag around like a sulking pet, but not so compliant that you weren't of some use, at the very least for entertainment. and maybe, just maybe, because he was starting to feel a little lonely.

what he didn't know at the time was that you, despite all the warnings and whispers, had a crush on him. you reasoned with yourself that most people would fall for him, if not for his fixation with X. and although you knew he was 100% infatuated with someone else, you had foolishly thought it wouldn't be the worst idea to be his friend. you had hoped that hanging out with him and being faced with the reality that he would never look twice at you would work as a bitter yet effective remedy to the flustered racing of your heart and the fluttering sensation that seized you.

surprisingly, ajax made for decent company, disregarding the pain of unrequited affection. all your time together was mostly spent talking about X, which you never complained about, but you also learned a little about him, like the fact that he had younger siblings and that he participated in a lot of archery competitions. it occurred to you for a moment, that given his track record, ajax being so well-versed with a weapon probably wouldn't end well, but you shut down that thought almost immediately. he may talk about wanting X all for himself and may have some concerning fantasies, but even he wouldn't go to such lengths, right?

the more time you spent with him, however, the fewer opportunities you actually had to talk to X. still, despite how little use he had for you, ajax still kept you by his side. maybe it was, in his eyes, a good thing that you were staying away from X. some part of you itched to tell him that you wouldn't betray him like that...not like it mattered to him. you knew he was only using you, either as an information source or a test subject, and even if it hurt to know he'd never care about you like he did X, you never once considered distancing yourself from him

you liked to think that he liked your company too, at least as an acquaintance. after all, since that first encounter, he hadn't threatened to snap your arm if you didn't tell him everything you were talking to X about. maybe that time he dragged you away mid-conversation with your friend should have been alarming, or maybe that other time when you woke up tied to a chair in his basement ("don't worry," he had brushed off your concerned look, "i only did this because you kept saying you were too busy to come over. anyways…") should have sent you running, but you justified it to yourself as his odd way of watching out for you.

or more likely, the warning signs just flew over your head because you couldn't imagine that he would be as creepy as the rumors said. you did idolize him to an extent that you tried to justify all his strange habits. it didn't matter much, anyway, since you were well aware this arrangement was temporary—you were only serving as replacement company until he finally got with X, and then your presence in his life would instantly be shut out.

because you were under the impression that it was all temporary, you didn't mind, even when he started overstepping into your personal matters. more than once you had to cancel meet-ups with friends in favor of spending time with him, and the few times you did manage to be away from him, ajax would interrogate you about every detail of your day without him, and at the very end would demand you tell him if you enjoyed being away from him, scowling until you placated him.

and then, the 'practice dates' started feeling a little too real. with him insisting on feeding you spoonfuls of dessert and latching onto your hand uncomfortably tight. but honestly, you couldn't complain, even if you knew something was wrong. going out with X didn't seem as much of a priority as it was a way to convince you that he desperately needed your help in 'practicing'.

all this while, you were under the impression your role was simply to be a good friend to ajax. naturally, when you had an opportunity to talk to X again after such a long time, you jumped to take it. what you didn't expect was for ajax to come up behind you, gently moving you aside to instead tower over X, glaring at the person he'd been pining over so desperately. the words that left him next were similar to the ones you heard all those months ago, except, these were the last words you expected him to say.

"you," he spat out, "what the hell were you talking to [name] about?"

bonus because i have too many thoughts about this :>

you getting an s/o. ajax is upset for many reasons. a) you never told him that you liked someone b) were you really going on weekly dates with your new partner?? you never even hung out with him that consistently! what, were you throwing away your friend just for this new guy? and c) how could you leave him behind like this?! suddenly, your new s/o is bombarded with the sensation that someone was constantly glaring at them, and then at every corner, ajax is standing there...just...watching. maybe he was just shy?

you manage to convince X to give him one chance. one date, so he can try to win them over. what you don't expect is for ajax to try stalling. he comes up with reasons for more practice dates, asks you for more 'tips', and if he absolutely has to go, he doesn't do anything that he was supposed to. the date is a fail, despite all the practicing he did. to you, he claims it was the nerves that got to him. come on, comrade! you gotta help him practice more now!

#yandere tartaglia #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #dazai 🩹 🐟 #genshin 🐟 #drabble 🐟 #tartaglia 🐟 #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #i wanted to try with the other characters #but i have this thing where i must read all the lore etc about a character to write about them #and im not too familiar with most of the genshin characters And i hvae still yet to meet scara lol

[tyanis]

Fic stats game

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Tagged by @leonisdumbasallhell

Ok so... I have multiple ao3 accounts where i write one shots and one of them is a smut account so... I'll still list those ones where they should go but I'll also provide a non-smut alternative lol.

Most hits is without a doubt my Cleon RE2R rewrite stick together fic When Stormy Weather Comes Around which recently got to 40k hits. It's my best fic by far (still ongoing tho) and my favorite thing I've written... it's also my first fanfic I ever wrote lol.

For second most kudos we have my 6969 word count Cleon smut fic Ha... Nice. Guess what happens in that one LOL! For non-smut, Nerves would be the one. It's a Cleon fic about Leon and Claire being nervous for their first date and they end up calling each other and essentially giving one another a little pep talk as if they were going on dates with other people. It's cute, I like this one.

Third most comments is now Searching thanks to a few comments i got on it a couple hours ago. It's a Cleon angst/sadfic of Leon searching a destroyed city for Claire. Has an open ending but I did make an "unofficial" sequel to it on a different account...

Fourth most bookmarks would be Found. This is actually that "unofficial" sequel to Searching I just mentioned lol.

Fifth most words is A Brother's Revenge! a crackfic with very minimal Cleon that can be read as platonic that I wrote for Beat The Shit Out Of Chris Friday a while back. It's dumb you should read it.

Fewest words would be the tiny 69 word Cleon smut fic Also Nice. Its kinda bad but writing it made me laugh so... yeah. For non-smut... its actually a tie between two at 250 words but I'll link Never Take Leon Hiking as I like it more. Basically, Claire endures a bunch of hiking puns.

That was kind of endeavor lmao! Had to keep jumping from account to account to compare everything. HOPEFULLY I didn't mess up anywhere but if I did... no I didn't.

Brain is too fried to think of any one to tag sooo... feel free to tag yourself and join in! <3

#cleon #resident evil fanfiction #smut fic #fanfiction #fanfiction game

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

Touch Starved

A/N: Hi all you lovely people! I'm here with another out of context one-shot that will connect to a larger fix-it fic that I will hopefully post here one day! A HUGE thank you to the absolutely lovely @saturn-sends-hugs for beta reading this and giving me feedback! This wouldn't be the piece it is without you, love!! <333

warnings: mentions of death, grief, emotional vulnerability. mostly just fluff with sad overtones tho :)

pairing: Captain Rex x f!OC Nevaeh Requa

summery:Nevaeh returns to Coruscant after a siege and finds her apartment to be too quiet. A certain Captain seems to be having a similar problem.

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It was a quiet night on Coruscant. The 501st had just returned from a siege, alongside Nevaeh and her own battalion. They were granted an extended shore leave and Fives had invited Nevaeh and Rose to come to 79's with them.

It wasn't the first time he had asked either.  They had refused him in the past, but after coming home and taking a nap, both women soon found themselves not only bored, but overwhelmed with the vast difference between the volume of battle and the almost silent apartment on Coruscant.

Rose had finally decided on going with them, but Nevaeh was still reluctant.

She felt a little bad about turning Fives down again, because she cared about the clones she'd gotten to work with and she knew she would enjoy spending some time with them off the battlefield. But her new rank as General left her nervous about appearances. Perhaps it was vain of her, since she didn't have that problem as a Commander. Then again, that felt like a lifetime ago.

Either way, the apartment was too quiet, so she grabbed her headphones, boots and coat and made her way outside for a walk.

The area their apartment was in wasn't all bad. It was on the top level of Coruscant, military district. Not far from the clone barracks.

They realized this when they went out to the grocery store and the only people they met there were admirals and other high ranking nat-born officers. No clone troopers inside, though. They later met one from the 104th outside. Nevaeh remembered he introduced himself as Sinker. He had helpfully pulled up a map of Coruscant and shown off the different districts in the area and on the level. He'd finished with a wink and a cheap line.

"Barracks are right around the corner if you need anything else, ladies."

Nevaeh smiled at the memory. Secretly, she hoped to soon work with the 104th, so that she'd be re-introduced to Sinker as General Requa. Just to see his face.

Not realizing how far she'd wandered while lost in thought, Nevaeh saw that she'd made it to one of the passageways down into the planet's core. She stepped up to the railing, her chilled hands falling on top of the cold bar. As fascinated as ever, she watched as the ships rose and descended.

Nevaeh didn't like Coruscant because of its absence of nature and tranquility. Its energy felt rotten to her. A planet turned into one city, invested by too many people for it to bear. How the Jedi lived here full time she would never understand.

Regardless, this part, for some reason, she liked. The ships rising and descending from and to the planet's core somehow reminded her of an amusement park. She smiled fondly, remembering her sister back home. They had always loved the rides. Maybe she should try this one.

She was pulled out of her revere when her eyes wandered to the side and she became aware of a figure standing nearby, watching the ships like she was.

It only took her a second to notice the clone armor, marked with the deep, blue 501st paint. In the next second she noticed the kama on the trooper's hips and the jaig-eyes on the helmet he was loosely holding in his hands.

Pulling her headphones off and letting them rest on her shoulders, Nevaeh approached Rex, grazing a soft hand over his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, Rex," she said, but jumped back as he tried to seize her wrist.

Facing her, recognition lit up in his eyes and he quickly composed himself. "General Requa! Apologies, I wasn't... I didn't realize..."

"No, no," she quickly waved him off. "It was my mistake. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

A silence fell over them as Rex looked down and off to the side, unsure what to do. He had his hands clasped behind his back and was standing a bit ridgedly, somewhere between parade rest and standing normally. Noticing this, Nevaeh tried to cut through some of the tension.

"You also out on a walk?" she asked.

Rex looked at her surprised, before stammering out and answering. "Uh, yes, Sir. Something like that. Jus'... barracks and office felt a bit too quiet tonight, s'all."

Neaveh nodded thoughtfully, a tired smile on her lips. She turned back around and let her forearms rest on the railing to watch the ships again. "Yeah, I get that. Rose is out with some of your boys from Torrent right now. Couldn't handle the silent apartment either."

Coming to stand next to her, still very much rigid and uncomfortable, Rex followed her line of sight. "They took her to 79's then, Sir?"

Nevaeh chuckled. "Sure did. You really know your men if you can guess where they went."

Rex went quiet again, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. "Well, uhm... it's... it's not that hard to predict, Sir. 79's is the only place we can really go to."

"How come?" she asked, thinking nothing of it.

"The Republic picks up the tab for our drinks. Not... not all drinks, the cheap stuff, nothing fancy. Gets you drunk though," he explained.

Nevaeh gave him a puzzled look. "Your pay's that bad? Or do you guys just drink more than us?" She tried to ask in a casual way, but her meaning wasn't lost on either of them.

Rex wasn't sure how to answer. Or rather, he wasn't sure that any answer he could give would prevent her from getting upset. But he couldn't really ignore a question from a superior officer, so he searched for the words. "We... We don't get paid at all, Sir. The drink tab is about it."

At that she whipped around, fast enough for Rex's hand to land on his blaster. He cursed his own instincts, knowing that she wasn't a threat. A month on the battlefield had made him more skittish than he'd like to admit.

"You don't get paid at all?"

"No, Sir."

Silence.

Rex wasn't sure if she was shocked or angry. Maybe a mix of both. Selfishly, he felt glad. The fact that a nat-born who wasn't previously affiliated with the Republic or the GAR, felt so strongly about this made his tension soften. It melted into a feeling he couldn't quite describe. Still fluttery and nervous, but different somehow.

Some of the other nat-born officers he knew had no problem at all with him and his brothers not getting compensated. He'd even heard some say that they were lucky the Republic gave them food and a place to sleep. Not that he would call brown sludge and gray cubes "food". And not that he would call a metal plank with a thin excuse of a mattress "a place to sleep".

"Does it bother you?" she finally asked, sounding uncertain for the first time.

"Bother is... a strong word. I know that the Republic doesn't treat me and my brothers in the best way, but... those are the politicians. The people at the top. But that's not who the Republic is to me. To me it's the people. The people who live here on Coruscant and on all the other planets we freed from Separatist rule," he explained, not meeting her eye and instead opting to continue people-watching.

"The innocents," Nevaeh summed up.

"Yes," he agreed. "They're the ones I fight for." Rex jumped when he felt a hand land on top of his own. Looking down to the railing, he saw her softly grabbing his hand, grazing his knuckles. He was unsure of what it meant and how to respond. He and his brothers did touch each other, but not like this. The men used soft nudges and punches to connect to the others, but these soft, lingering touches and grazes that she was using? It was totally new to him. Her hand was cold, he could feel it through his glove. Briefly he wondered if an appropriate response would be to try and warm her hand up with his own, but then she was already pulling away.

Still, he looked down at his hand as though her own was still on top of it.

"You're a good soldier, Rex," she finally said and when he turned he was surprised to find her eyes trained on him.

"Thank you, Sir," Rex nodded in gratitude, her words filling him with pride.

"My name's Navaeh," she said. "A lot of people call me 'Vae too. You can use those when we're not on duty."

Rex, knowing the importance of names, only nodded in understanding. "Of course."

A more comfortable silence fell over them this time as they returned to watching the people below. After a while Nevaeh turned back to him.

"So you didn't go to 79's with the others?"

"Uh... no," he almost added a 'Sir' at the end of his sentence but he bit his tongue. "I have reports to fill out. Jus' needed a breather, s'all."

Nevaeh hummed in understanding. "What kinda reports?" she asked absentmindedly, watching a particularly large vessel rising from the planet's core.

"Casualties," he said.

She froze. "I thought the battalion's General fills those out?"

Rex grew nervous again. His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. She noted the gesture as one to communicate discomfort. "Uh... General Skywalker's... not particularly good with reports. I do most of the 501st paperwork and he jus'.... signs off on it."

Her hand landed on his arm this time and something inside him cursed his trusted armor for hindering him from feeling her skin against his. "Rex, that's terrible. Just because Anakin is bad at his job doesn't have to mean that you need to do it for him. You're only human too, you can't do it all! I'll talk to him, okay?"

"No!" His other hand flew up to her arm, holding her in place. "No, please Nevaeh," her name felt foreign on his tongue, but he noted the smile that tugged on her lips upon hearing it, "Don't talk to him. It's... it's fine. I... it's... it's important to me to fill out the casuality forms," he explained timidly.

Sensing there was more to this, Nevaeh didn't move or speak. She simply searched his eyes and waited. Upon noticing that she wouldn't back down, Rex visibly deflated. He leaned his hip against the railing and looked down again.

"It's the only time I get to mourn my brothers."

He truly expected her to say something that was meant to be uplifting. Sweet words that would make him offer a soft smile in return, but that had no real conviction behind them. Because how could they? Words couldn't bring back his brothers.

But Nevaeh didn't speak. Just squeezed his arm a little tighter, where his vambrace stopped and his blacks began.

Then it dawned on him. Her touch was there to support him. To make him feel less alone. To say what words couldn't. He offered a somber smile that she returned eagerly. Again, something stirred inside him, and he noticed a certain twinkle in her eye that he'd never seen before. His mouth went dry and his hands began feeling cold, even under his gloves.

"How many did we lose this time?" she asked mindfully, pulling away once the moment had passed.

The air around them was suddenly heavy with grief, as she allowed his feelings space, instead of trying to cheer him up. He hesitated before he answered. "About a company's worth of men that I know of so far. Maybe more, I haven't-," his voice caught in his throat briefly, "I haven't gotten around to going through all the med reports yet."

Next thing Rex knew Nevaeh's arms were around his neck and back and she was pulling him close. His bucket fell out of his hand and cluttered to the floor as he went stiff with shock.

"I'm so sorry, Rex," she said, her lips next to his ear.

Awkwardly, with his arms that had previously remained at his sides, he reached up to grab her biceps. He didn't know why, but he had to take a few deep breaths as emotion swelled up in his chest, threatening to spill out of his eyes. He blinked rapidly and softly took a step back from her, keeping her in place with a firm but gentle hold. He didn't want to push her away, but he hadn't exactly been prepared for the onslaught of feelings that her touch, even over his hard armor, could bring. 

Even now, she remained close to him, as he tried desperately to keep his eyes dry by continuing to blink back his tears. 

Her hands rested on his shoulders and since he didn't try to remove them, she left them there. She remained calm and steadfast, allowing him the moment he needed to get used to the new level of intimacy. 

He caught himself briefly wondering what it would be like if he could actually feel her skin against his own and as if she could read his mind she reached up slowly.

At first it was only her knuckles, brushing ever so gently against his cheek, but it caused him to audibly gasp. His eyes widened, as chills ran up and down his spine and he felt goosebumps forming on his arms below his armor.

She then opened her hand, to let her palm rest on his jaw, her thumb continuing the soft movement over his cheekbone that her knuckles had been performing before.

A fluttery feeling rose in his stomach as his knees grew weak and his face turned hot. Instinctively, his eyes fluttered close and he leaned into her touch, her hands now feeling much warmer than before.

She ran her index finger down the outside of his ear and chuckled. "Your ears are red."

His eyes flew open again. "Uh... sorry, Sir," he murmured, avoiding her gaze.

"Nevaeh," she corrected gently.

"Nevaeh, right. Sorry," he repeated.

"Don't be sorry." Her thumb traveled down until it was under his chin. Gently, she lifted it to meet his eye. "I think I'm starting to understand now."

And once again, she was wrapping her arms around him, chin on his shoulder. And this time, he didn't fight it. His arms grabbed her waist and back and he pulled her tightly against him, pressing his face into her neck. He breathed in her sweet scent and released a shuddering breath.

They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms. Two soldiers, united through war, with the knowledge that it will be war that tears them apart again, as it had too many times before.

#hope yall enjoy :) #and srsly Saturn ur a BLESSING #captain rex #captain rex x oc #captain rex x f!oc #captain rex fluff #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #clones #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #phie writes stuff

[factorialsfandoms]

For the H/C writing prompts, how about: “I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

If it's LU, I can see this being Legend and/or Wild for some reason but idk why. Just the vibe. You can choose another character if you want tho.

Well this has been here a while, huh? I'm apparently procrastinating on going shopping by writing this, so I do hope it's okay. I did also consider your fluff prompt for today and do want to get back to it, but I need to sort out some brain things first. Maybe later.

Anyway! I shall attempt to do Wild justice! He is one I struggle with tbh, but I'll give it a shot.

Wasn’t sure how to end it, but... It reaches an end.

The Chain had laid camp just a short while ago, and each dispersed to their chores. They were tucked into some trees just by a great open field, various ruins littered around.

And then, of course, because this was Wild's Hyrule, the malice-scarred ruins of Hyrule Castle loomed ever on the horizon.

Still, they were only scarred. Like any - every - Link, Wild had saved his world in the end. It was more than should have been asked of any of them. But he had done it, just as they all had, and now it was safe for him to wander about and collect the damned firewood the Chain always seemed to use up too fast. Legend could swear that the Champion had more squirrelled away somewhere, but he’d be damned if he knew where.

Or. It should have been safe.

Somewhere off to the east was a clattering.

Swearing under his breath, Legend carefully placed down his pile of branches. Just as slowly, careful not to draw any attention lest the cause of the noise be monsters, he pulled out his bow.

He was far from as confident with it as his sword, but it would do.

Slowly, carefully, he crept towards where he had heard the noise.

As he drew closer and heard nothing he grew tenser, tenser, tenser.

And then like a bowstring it snapped.

In the middle of one of the burnt out ruins Wild was knelt, surrounded by scattered supplies. Old pots and pans clashing into each other must have caused the noise.

But then, what had caused Wild to drop it?

And why was the Champion not getting up?

Frowning sharply, Legend shoved his bow back into his bag. He kept one hand on his sword - if he had heard the noise, anything would have - and approached.

"Champion? Are you hurt?"

Legend tried to keep his voice quiet, but in the silent ruin it still echoed uncomfortably.

For a long moment Legend grew more and more concerned. He was about to call for Twilight - potential monsters be damned - when Wild shook his head.

The Champion turned to face Legend, a grin on his face. Maybe Legend would even have fallen for it, if not for the way he had found the other hero, or for the way his eyes were blown wide.

“Really?”

Legend could feel his own eyebrow raise. Sure, Wild’s eyes were even, but he still looked a bit concussed.

“Really,” Wild offered, smiling again before looking at the debris cluttered around him. With a sigh, he began to pick it up once more.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup!”

And yet still Wild’s hands trembled. Clearly something was wrong, but...

Mentally Legend slapped himself; he knew better than to ask only about injuries, he did! Of course the Champion would take it to mean physical hurt. Or... No, Wild was more intelligent than that; he was almost certainly looking for a loophole.

“Champion.” Legend’s eyes narrowed further.

“Veteran.” Wild replied, making a point of facing another way.

Legend took a deep breath.

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly, please.”

There. Polite, but firm. He was getting there on these sorts of things.

As he watched, Legend could see the consideration work its way through Wild. Whether to lie again, or tell the truth; Legend leant against the long-rotten door frame, and waited for Wild to make up his mind.

Eventually, after almost everything was gathered up, Wild drifted to stand before the ruins of the fireplace. There was a saucepan in his hands as he stared into long burnt out flames, and Legend continued to wait.

He had taken a mental inventory and assessed what he needed to buy on their next trip to a town four times before Wild spoke, voice a little patchy and distant.

“My grandmother used to live here,” he said. “This was her favourite saucepan.”

Legend could not really comprehend having a favourite saucepan.

Wait, no, not the fucking important part here.

“Memory?” he instead asked.

Wild nodded slightly.

“Want me to get the Rancher?”

A shake of his head. Unusual, but Legend would respect it unless something went really wrong.

The two stood in silence for a while, 

“Was it bad?”

“No.” Wild sighed, fingers turning white as he clutched the metal tighter. “I-”

Whatever Wild meant to say, it was lost in a frustrated sigh.

Legend frowned, but took a step closer. Cautiously he reached out, touching Wild’s shoulder. When the Champion only relaxed a little, he moved closer, pressing a little of his weight against Wild’s side.

A memory was not a dream, but a dream could become a memory.

Red, and blue. A golden laugh, a silver smile. Legend went to banish the thought with impunity, but instead... instead cradled it a moment, and set her down.

Because of course she came to mind again.

“The good ones are worse, aren’t they?”

Because they were. It was not screams and blood and death that left Legend sobbing in the night, not any more; instead it was gentle hands and warm laughs and people he would - could - never see again, just out of reach but always there.

And how much worse would the calling be, if he had forgotten them for a time too?

“I don’t remember her, not really,” Wild confessed. “I knocked the pot off the side, she called to ask if I was okay... I was upset because it was her favourite and I damaged the handle. She was more worried about the scalding soup I was covered in. That’s it. Nothing else. Not even... Not even a name, not what I called her.”

That was less familiar. It was Legend’s curse, really - it was not that he forgot things he wished desperately to remember, but that he remembered things he wished desperately to forget.

Still, it sounded like it fucking sucked.

He told Wild that - exactly that - and earnt himself a short laugh.

“Yeah,” Wild conceded, finally pressing back against Legend’s almost-hug. “Yeah, it does.”

#fanfic #lu fanfic #lu wild #lu legend #memory #I hope this works fine!

[rafes-girl4ever]

All too well

 !smut!  minors dni  :   you had met bucky along time ago at a bar he smelt like whiskey and cigars you were sitting next to him on the bar stool “you here drowning your sorrows?”  he asked you in a bleak tone “pretty much” you replied trying not to cry , your boyfriend just left you and your family had left you everyone you cared about left what  were you going to do? , “whys that”  “my boyfriend left and so did m-my family” you sobbed trying to hide your face from the winter soilder, bucky barnes, he had no idea what to do “i-i umm , im sorry pls dont cry , it will be alright”   “i-im sorry , its james barnes right ?” “my names y/n”    he nodded and said  with a smirk “you can call me bucky, and by the way y/n is a cute name “ you looked at him and wiped your tears “mkk bucky it is” and you took another shot , it was now 20 mins later  “whoah dont you think you should slow down there doll”   “not a chance” you said breaking down again “whats  wrong sweets”    “he called me up again just to break me like a promise, he said if we had been closer in age  maybe that wouldve been fine and that made me wanna die bucky” you sobbed into his chest holding his shirt so tight , god why were u telling some man everything while u were drunk  but  supprisingly  bucky hugged you back   stroking  your hair and rubbing your back while he whispered “its gonna be ok i promise you doll “  “you promise bucky” you slurred  “i promise you doll ,now lets get you in my car and tell me the way to your house so we can get you into bed and ill leave once your in bed and cleaned up “   “ok Mr bucky you may take me home” you giggled . he took you outside but you were stumbling and he knew you wouldnt be able to make it to his car on foot so he lifted you until you both reached the car he gently slid you into the passanger seat  “y/n tell me where you live sweetheart” “16th avenue 718 bucky” you giggled “ok y/n sweetie we will be home soon.

1 hour later bucky made sure u got dressed in a oversized tee [he waited in the other room ] once you got yourself dressed you hear bucky re enter “hey y/n let me tuck you in and then ill leave” “no buck”  “what do mean no buck?” “p-please stay with me buck” you said with a pouty face “y/n idk” “please buck i promise ill keep a distance from you in bed “pleassseeeee”   “fineeeee” bucky grumbled  even tho deep down the idea of this was giving him butterflys, he moved the cover and got in beside you once his shoes and t shirt were off and he was left only in his boxers “are you sure this is ok y/n” “im positive buck” he grumbled and continued getting underneath the covers, soo after you began snuggling him in your sleep  , he was ok with it so he put his arms around you. “BUCKY” you moaned in your sleep , wtf did she  just moan my name bucky thought , nah i must be imagining things but then you did it again “oh bucky” you moaned , “oh god “ bucky grumbled trying to not get hard , he was trying so hard to try and not get horny  but he couldnt help it , he wouldnt do anything anything  without your consent so he picked the next best option. he got outta bed quietly a nd went to the on sweet bathroom in your room and closed the door and started rubbing his cock the memory of you moaning his name in your sleep had him so hard , he was almost finished when he heard a knock at the door  “b-bucky are you ok?” you whispered , he didnt know what to do he was still hard  “im fine y/n i promise , why dont u go to bed” he said “i cant sleep , im coming into the bathroom” you said but before bucky could awnser you burst in  “i- y/n im sorry it just you were moaning in your sleep i- im sorry you had to see me like this” you were shocked but you felt yourself growing wet “i- its ok buck rlly i umm can help you if u want” bucks jaw dropped “ rlly y/n you dont have to” “no buck i really want to” you got on your knees and look up at him and he nodded letting you know its ok , you pumped his big veiny cock in your hand twice and began licking his tip  “h-holy fuck y/n your doing so good , good girl” he said while using his hand to make a makeshift ponytail with your hair to make it easier for you “mhhh” you mumbled sending vibrations making his cock feel so good he threw his head back “omg y/n im so close” you started sucking faster “ugghhhh” he  moaned as he came “how`d  id do buck”  you asked “oh you did soo good princess but now its  your turn for pleasure” he then picked you up off of the floor and gently placed you on the counter and then he began to kneel down and take of your underwear “p-please buck please” bucky  let out a small chuckle “please what y/n” “please touch me bucky” bucky without warning shoved his fingers into your dripping. cunt “holy fuck bucky” you screamed grabbing his hair “holy hell princess, you gonna cum?” bucky asked “MHhh buck,im gonna cu-” bucky pulled his fingers out and licked them “sorry princess you cant cum yet “but” you squeaked “no buts honey i want you to cum on my dick not my fingers go it “ you nodded “ words princess “i got it buck” thats when bucky took his  cock out of his pants, holy shit bucky was huge like really big , “holy shit buck hows that gonna fit” you whimpered “ill make it fit baby” he said in a low tone “buck pls put it in me no-” before u could finish he put his long thick cock in your wet cunt “omg holy fuck Y/n your so wet” bucky groaned  “mhh bucky pls move” bucky then started moving in and out of you and he started rubbing your clit, you began to feel a familiar knot build up inside “holy hell buck i think ima cum” you whimpered “holy shit doll do you think you can hold it ima finish in just a sec i can feel it baby” “mkk buck just hurry up please” bucky began pounding into you harder to the point where your nails were digging into his back so hard there would for sure  be marks afterwards. you began to see white as your eyes rolled back into your head  “you boutta cum baby” buck asked as his orgasm began to hit and you could feel  strings of his cum stuff your sore cunt just as you began too cum to “holy fuck y/n your suck a good girl” “mhh your the best buck” you mumbled coming down from your high, it was now 30 mins later and you and bucky where both huggled next to eachother fast asleep you were gonna rember this all too well in the morning thats for sure .         all reblogs , comments and likes are appreciated <3

#bucky x y/n #bucky smut #james barnes #marvel #smut

[out-loud-on-paper]

What even is Asexuality? 8/23/22

I thought I would write this blog more often, but I feel like I’m avoiding it. I’ve always been a very introspective person, but solidifying these thoughts in writing is intense. Just reading my first post from ~4 months ago is astounding to me already. I did quit my job. It’s been about 2 months since I quit actually, but story for another time.  I found a group of people online recently that I already feel really close with. It’s actually absurd how engaging this group is. Everyone participates actively, we all share a lot of common interests, we share a common sense of humor, I’ve really never seen anything like it before. It feels like we’ve all been lifelong friends already in a very short amount of time. I’m already planning to meet up with some of them IRL even though it’s only been a month or so that we made this little community.

This group is VERY queer (out of about 20 people I don’t think there’s a single het person) and while I’ve been a part of groups with queer people and participated in communities, this one is very different from what I’m used to. I’d say they are actually more sexual than even some of the most horny cishet people I know and it’s really got me thinking about my sexuality. I’ve identified as ace for about 10 years now and it’s just so hard to wrap my head around.  Reproduction is a requirement for a species to remain extant, but man it’s really crazy how much of our world revolves around sex. I thought being a part of this queer community would feel different than being around a group of cishet friends, but nah. If anything, queer people seem to oversexualize themselves. I can kinda see where this comes from, but being ace it’s hard to relate to.  It feels like either het or queer there’s a huge amount of bonding conversations and experiences that I simply cannot relate to on any level due to this. It’s even harder because like...how do I even define myself in that way? I’ve had this conversation a few times, and for anyone else, it seems like you just throw yourself into the ring and figure it out. In high school I sorta did this, I dated a few girls (and had one very embarrassing deep conversation with a guy) and came out the other side realizing I was simply not strongly attracted to anyone. However, my sexual development ends there. A few weak kisses, a little petting, and that’s all I’ve gotten or given. 

10 years later I’ve never really been physically intimate with anyone to any degree. Personally, it’s not an issue. I’m indifferent to it all. Socially however, it’s a huge gaping void in my experiences that I simply can’t engage with other people about. The conversation starts and ends with “Actually, I’m ace.”  “Dude, check her out. Isn’t she super hot? Should I give it a shot?”  “I don’t know, I’m ace.” “oh.” It’s self excluding in a way. Once I define myself as ace to the people around me, there’s just no expectations of conversation from me for anything appearance related. I’ve started to focus on fashion and bright colors more just so that I can outwardly express I do still care about aesthetics, because if I don’t everyone just assumes that as the ace guy my thoughts on appearances are somewhere in the ballpark of exclusive Soviet brutalism (I do actually really like brutalism tho).  I was an awkward kid so I pride myself on where I am now. I’m pretty socially capable, able to hold conversations on anything, make people laugh, make and keep good friends, etc. So it really bothers me that I have zero romantic charm or conversational abilities in this category. In fact, these two things have backfired on me multiple times. I’ve been accused of leading on or ‘tricking’ women because what I thought were friendly jokes and conversations were to them flirting and signaling I was interested. As soon as I mention I’m ace it goes from close friendliness to polite acquaintance, or worse, outright anger.  I’m not even strongly ace! Maybe if I was so sex repulsed it was part of my personality it could lead to some sort of conversation or relatability. I just simply don’t care either way though. Sex seems like fun, physical intimacy seems nice, I just don’t really think about it or care about it enough to pursue it. Looking into the ace community itself hasn’t really helped either. There are a bunch of microlabels and really specific details about each ‘type’ of ace and all these close personal ties to their sexual identity. Personally, I see all of sex as “If you are attracted to the person, then give it a shot” and I never gave it much thought beyond that. I’m in the ace umbrella for sure but I’ve never tried to consider if I’m grey or demi or aro or whatever. Is there an apathetic sexual? Do I even care?  The point is, there’s this essential human experience that everyone cares about whether they hate it or love it, except for me.  Any sexual energy I would have is directed towards other things instead. This creates what feels like a social gap between me and the rest of humanity. I’m not even sure how I would actually define myself to someone else in this way.  All these thoughts stem from the fact that I’m meeting up with a woman from that queer group to go to a concert. It’s just me and her, and I already know she’s interested in me. I’ve never had someone come on to me this strong before. I’ve already told her I’m ace and she said in that case we should keep the concert friendly then, which sounds good to me. In our conversations though, she’s still giving me a totally different vibe. It’ll be just the two of us, at a night concert, laying on the venue lawn, watching Sublime sing Caress Me Down or something. It’s like a setup out of a movie for a romantic event, and I have no idea how to navigate it. I’m not against a relationship with her, but I think I’d probably disappoint her with both my level of experience and desire, or she’d be too aggressive for my own comfort. I also really really value her friendship, and I’m scared of ruining that or even potentially having this affect my relationship with this community as a whole. At the same time, I don’t want to just show up and be a plank of wood sitting next to her the whole time. Most importantly, I’m just a full-on dumbass in this category. Besides not experiencing attraction in the same way as the rest of the world, I also don’t have that mindset. I totally miss innuendo all the time, I’ve had women set up what I thought were friendly hangouts with me just to realize they wanted a date or something out of it. I’ve lost friends over this sort of thing before. I’m a very confidant and self-assured person, but I have zero confidence in anything I do in this regard.  At the end of the day, I’m open to trying anything once, and I’m still young. Hopefully I’ll be able to look back on this post and laugh at how overblown I made everything, rather than looking back and seeing signs of future crises. My personal belief is that as long as I am always honest with myself and everyone around me about exactly how I’m feeling, most things will turn out alright. I just have to keep believing in that. I have more to say on the matter but this post is already absurdly long so I’ll cut it off here. Good luck out there, the world is crazy. 

#asexual #ace #ace discourse #what am i even doing #journal #i can't bring myself to care about categorizing myself #just let me be me without trying to associate me with a group or label that i probably will never fully agree or identify with

[ryuusjacket]

okay so i wanted to share this post that i made a while back from my personal nsfw blog but i feel kinda embarrassed just reblogging it here and showing off the url to that blog publicly (i. literally have like 2 maybe 3 followers on this blog so far lmao) even tho like. i Do share the url w ppl who i trust and who Want to read long ass posts that go into indepth descriptions of my sexual identity, my sexual health, my desires/feelings with regards to sex, and my experiences w sex (w myself bc idk how to initiate a sexual encounter w another human being). you're welcome to dm me for the url if ur Really interested in reading turbo tmi content (it is all text btw. idk how to take nudes so those don't exist sorry)

ANYWAY i sometimes do thought dumps on there that involve nsfw topics like smut fanfic n stuff, so i've tried to brainstorm for my planned sskk fic on there before and well i actually found a wordy one i did where i rlly tried to explain in detail just exactly i Want to create and accomplish w this fic idea of mine. and even just re-reading the post myself, i found it to be very concise and illustrative of my goal for the fic's overall mood and tone. it was a very well-needed reminder for me to read my thought process from a month or so back when i was a bit more hyped to begin this project.

so yeah! anyway im just gonna copy and paste the whole damn post here bc i think it's an interesting read and good presentation of my inner thoughts wrt to what i'm hoping to write (hopefully) someday soon. and really... this fic idea is still barely in its infancy like there's still SO MUCH left to brainstorm and plan out like fuck!!! it's still too early to even start an outline doc (and that's like one of my fave parts of the fic writing process)

oh and some background context: a few months ago there was an event on twitter/ao3 (not sure if here on tumblr? i unfortunately don't follow many or any bsd/sskk blogs at ALL yet) for bottom akutagawa week which was HEAVEN for me 🥰🥰🥰 literally could not have been a better event to appeal to my interests in this fandom i s2g. and i got my hopes up that maybe i could write a lil fic in time to share during the week but that unfortunately didn't happen. anyway here's the post:

so i might not be able to write the bsd smut fic i was initially hoping to publish during the bottom aku fan week this week... but that doesn't mean i have to give up on this fic project completely! if anything now i don't have to worry about meeting an irrefutable deadline and i can technically do anything i want. so yeah i still wanna write this fic.

but first. i have to figure out What The Fuck i'm gonna write lmao cause i still don't fucking know. i was Intending to do a < 4k word one-shot fluffy getting together that somehow... transitions into a sex scene. and i still wanna do that... but i just. don't rlly have any specific detail or image or moment or dialogue line in mind to start building a story from. AND LIKE yeaH i know that sounds dumb cause it's like. if i don't have ANYTHING fantasized yet then WHY AM I EVEN BOTHERING to start this fic at all!?

.......im not really sure tbh lmao

nah it's cause i love these dudes and i wanna write something for them and interact w the sskk fan community.

i literally just. need to figure out the BARE BONES premise to this dang fic. like where tf is it gonna take place? is it mid/post-mission? is it at one of their flats? also WHERE are they gonna HAVE SEX???? im actually a big fan of sex scenes happening in non-conventional places (e.g. some dusty ass room in an abandoned building they were investigating or in a public restroom oR FUckinG in an airplane holy shit i haven't seen that one done yet lmao MILE HIGH CLUB ONE-SHOT LETS GOO) but yea idk maybe i should just. keep it simple and do what every other fic does and let them get down at ryuu's place in his luxuriously huge bed (that hasn't canonically been shown, let alone wherever he lives)

i should AT LEAST settle on how fast this fic is gonna be paced. tbh i kinda Always prefer sskk's first time being a bit... feverish and rushed. it just suits them best. maybe there’s a little angst or miscommunication of feelings/intentions thrown in before they Eventually get their shit/feelings together. but anyway i don’t wanna write that lmao that’s too complicated (but like. yeah. these are two Very complicated (i.e. traumatized) guys with a VERY complicated relationship so. yeah it’s actually kinda rare/weird to imagine things working out Too smoothly for them tbh). 

while objectively that complicated/messy/aggressive type shit is their Brand, i would still like to keep things soft and gentle and Nice. that stuff is Not Impossible w these two ofc. it’s... tricky, but def possible. and i wanna achieve That. a getting together that is soft, hesitant, shy, and puts a heavy emphasis on Both of these men’s inexperience wrt romance and sex (that. is. my. Shit. they are both virgins and absolutely clueless and i Refuse to accept anything other than that. ......okay no... that’s not rlly true... basically all of my fave fics have a somewhat experienced atsushi and that’s okay bc like. how else is he gonna be able to Take Care of ryuu if he doesn’t already have an idea of how to take care of someone during sex? anyway ryuu is the most virginal virgin of all virgins to exist THAT IS INDISPUTABLE!!!!!)

so. i guess what i’m wondering is... how fast can i manage to pace the flow of the story while still keeping it soft overall. cause i don’t feel like writing a super super hot n filthy sex scene that’s charged and exhilarating and just a fucking blur of fucking. i wanna write feely, emotional sex. an aching intimate exchange of trust between them, still laced w hesitance and anxiety and sheer disbelief that this is really happening and that they can have this. both of them express unwavering consideration for each other’s comfort, constantly asking for consent and reassuring the other that “yes, i want this. yes, that feels good. yes yes yes.” they’re both taking careful, yet still enthusiastic, steps together. TENDERNESS is my ultimate goal here.

so yeah anyway i’ll try to keep thinking about this and hopefully i can actually come up w some ideas that i wanna implement into whatever this fic eventually becomes. just haven’t had enough time.... or horniess.... to get down to some real brainstorming yet lmao

[karelysse]

ohhh my goodness, huge shoutout to you for getting through that ask!! i kept trying to find a good place to stop… and then i just gave up :) and tysm for waiting, i wanted to get back to you asap but it took longer than expected ^^; — as always i simply adore your replies and truly you are indulging me here.

but YES. you want to talk about yuzuvier, let’s talk about them!! disaster children!! i have to admit, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage since idk how much you’ve changed from the original plot set-up, but i’ll give it my best shot 🫡

let me start by dropping some music recs: ‘It’s Not The Same Anymore’ by Rex Orange County + ‘Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want This Time’ by The Smiths (also i am listening to the angsty teen spirit cover, it’s truly a vibe!!)

the big thing for me is like. yuzuru and javi meeting again under these circumstances would be so messy. i’m picturing yuzuru toeing the line btwn distant politeness and crushing vulnerability. he’s like. brittle. and tired. and just out of fuck’s to give in the worst way possible (where you don’t care because nothing matters, instead of not caring because you know exactly what matters and what doesn’t). and some days he feels like he’s fine and other days he feels like he’s falling apart all over again (because healing isn’t linear!!)

i’m imaging javi trying to slide back into the back-and-forth dynamic of their competitive days and it’s simply. not working. and having an honest conversation doesn’t work either, because yuzuru’s guards are up and he’s built 100 foot tall walls around his heart.

(like, for example, assuming the catalyst for yuzuru coming to spain is the same as it was originally - the fiancée and the scandal and all that)

jv: i mean, if we’re being honest, i never took for the type to-

yz, dryly: what? sleep with men?

jv: —cheat on your partner. […] what the fuck, yuzu.

(not saying this convo would necessarily happen, but trying to illustrate the ~tension~)

javi is trying, they’re both trying, but it’s just so hard. javi has always been kind, but now he’s almost too kind, and yuzuru hates it. he hates it (because javi’s kindness makes him feel vulnerable and exposed, and he can’t afford another heartbreak). ah, to have the reckless boldness of youth again!

…and i was wondering, what has javi’s love life looked like in these years? i enjoy maximum melodrama, so i was thinking maybe he was engaged a while back (a year ago? two?), they were actually planning to get married this summer. javi tries not to think about it too much. yuzuru buys pastries from the local village bakery, once he gathers the will to start venturing into town. javi doesn’t tell him that strawberry cheesecakes where his fiancé’s favourites too (he’s happy yuzuru seems to enjoy tho)

going to hit pause here again. still have lots of thoughts to share though! very excited to talk to you about how i think the cottage needing repairs should be a catalyst for bed sharing :} thank you again, you’ve made my sick day much more fun 💞

AH YES i'm so so sorry about this and the confusion it entails. truth is, i don't think i even know myself the scandal i want it to be anymore. two things : 1. this fic idea came to me 4 years ago! growing up and coming to terms with my own issues related to ~being publicly queer~, i feel like i don't care so much anymore about stories about people being in the closet, about sustained lies and hiding, where everything is going badly. idk, i've had my fill, i'm just not personally there anymore. still enjoy writing repression of feelings!!!! bottling up!!!! things unsaid!!!!! but more with an interpersonal focus, the specificity of each complex situation, rather than an "all my problems are actually about being gay" kinda thing. (rereading this and im rotfl. all problems ARE about being gay sometimes. fkgfjgk) so, WHAT I WANT TO SAY omg gee will i get to it is that i feel like the original intrigue, the way i imagined it, was a lil manichean. that's where comes point no.2 : i don't think yuzu is ever going to have a super public life? like? i don't like this idea of him riding the fame anymore? i feel like if he wanted to, he would have by now? actually i feel like this could be part of development : starting at point A, where everything is kept maniacly quiet and private, bc he wouldn't ever want to risk his image and legacy, and getting to point B : accepting it's okay to do public mistakes if it means showing up your authentic self. meaning, your imperfect authentic self still has value, still can bring something to the world, more than a pristine clean projected image. cataclysm could very much still be fake-marriage, gay paparazzi picture scandal! i still love it!

i feel like the story sounds the exact same fjkjgkfg but in my head i swear it's different. less internalized homophobia and drama about being out. more - simply & once again - performance anxiety dkfjkdf. (i am not repeating myself it's called a motif ok????) yuzu's in very good terms with his (ex-) fiancée. they're actual friends. they both knew this wasn't a marriage out of love. it just sucks bc yuzu, with his carelessness, hurt the deal they had that was good for them both. they can't go back.

now for Javi. YES to the broken engagement kdfgjlfgkgk. they would mirror each other (vine voice: omg they would mirror each other). what i was thinking with javi is that his struggle is that he's a serial dater. u know the people in your life who are never, ever single???? like, not that their relationships are short, sometimes they're very long, it's just, mostly, that they can't stand to be alone??? yeah. javi like that. chosing the comfort and stability of a long term relationship even if it's not perfect and he's not super happy in it. in love with the idea of love rather than with the actual person??? (thinking now about yuzu witnessing that at tcc. the jump from one relationship to the next, courtney-miki-marina-the-new-girlfriend-we-don't-know-about, all in the span of 6 years??? with little to no breaks in between??? while he's left pining for the man the whole time??? his poor teenage heart. siri play you belong with me by taylor swift (taylor's version).)

and hear me out, i know it's horrible, but i was imagining javi only being happy in his relationships over a period of six months : the first three months and the last three months. happy in the last three because he has by then already met his /next potential girl/ hgfjhgjfhg spends all his time texting her and the challenge is new and she comforts him and that's why it's so easy to leave his previous relationship and jump into the new one. boy's just continually transitioning. :) bonus point if yuzu tells him that, casually, over breakfast. like. yeah, you just can't stand to be alone. why are you making that face. everybody noticed long time ago, javi.

SO the fic starts and javi is SINGLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN like. HIS ENTIRE LIFE. (yuzu is dubious about that. like. mh-mh, sure. who broke up your engagement? no new lady met few months before? yes, yes. i believe.)

thing is, it's the first time javi has been broken up with that actually hurt. he's been dumped before, sure! his ego a bit wounded, but truly, it only spared him the trouble of doing so himself. but this girl, he had proposed to her. he was ready for the long run, he was ready, he swears. (he's not an asshole!!!! his philosophy is really just : love is something that happens to you. when it doesn't happen anymore, it's over, and it's okay! it'll happen again! he has faith! but his lesson in this fic is : love is something you have to work for. actively. like any good thing that comes to you if you wanna keep it.) cue yuzuru teaching him the lesson the hard way, absolutely brutal : you know what. you know what. your fiancée just saved herself the pain you would have inevitably caused her. good for her, leaving your ass before you could get bored. before you could stop bothering with the effort it would require to stay with her, like you do EACH time! good for her. good for her.

also. cue the the conversation in the very beginning.

jv: i mean, if we’re being honest, i never took you for the type to-

yz, dryly: what? sleep with men?

jv: —cheat on your partner.

yz, planting his fork into his steak: no. (looking up) no. that would be you, wouldn't it?

(cause they kissed. they did. they pretended it didn't happen and it was a heat-of-the-moment thing but they did. and yuzu remembers.)

GOD i have so much more to say but i'm gonna stop here and give u a chance to finish your thoughts!!! tell me about your 'there was only one bed' and i'll tell u about the under-shirt-back-caresses they exchange sometimes to help the other fall asleep in it:)

#I HAVE TO GO #BUT THE CAKE AAAAAAHHHHHH #GONNA FINISH WITH YOUR NEXT ASK WHEN I GET BACK #HEART EMOJI x100000 #future fic #ask #asks

[vngelis]

You're going to play now - Shigaraki Tomura

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: Quirkless!AU. Your boyfriend will give you the attention you want but don't you dare lose his progress in his game.

Content warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fingering. Edging. Praise kink. Pet used as a pet name. OOC Shiggy.

A/N: I wanted this to be slight praise kink but no lo logré lol, sorry for the extremely ooc Shiggy that I created. Also my brain stopped working and forgot how English works so the writing is probably trash.

WC: 2.1k+

Masterlist

You look up from your phone and see the same you’ve been seeing for the past three hours; Your boyfriend sitting in front of the screen of his computer playing that stupid war game. You sigh. You were absolutely bored.

“I’m bored.” You say, with the hope that he will give you attention now.

“Yeah.” Was his only answer. You sigh again.

You let your phone fall in his bed, where you were laying and push yourself up, stretching your back and arms and letting out a satisfied moan, Shigaraki didn’t hear or he just didn’t care, the later was most likely. You started walking in his room, observing the few things he had. A couple of action figures in his shelves, one poster so old that it looked like a blank paper, some clothes in the floor and a mirror. You paused in front of the mirror and looked at yourself. Today you had put a little more effort in your appearance, with the hope that that guy who was ignoring you paid you a little attention.

You brushed your hair with your fingers and huffed, letting your arms fall at your sides.

You looked at him and walked the four steps it took you to stand behind his chair and made eye contact with the back of his head for five second before taking a hold of his hair and pulling it so his head was inclined against the head rest. He locked eyes with you with an annoyed expression on his face.

The both of you opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by some shooting sounds and a change of colors in the computer screen.

A banner that said “you were killed” appeared in the middle of the screen.

“I was going for a flawless victory, pet.” He said with such a monotonous voice that it made you shudder a little.

“Sorry.” You said. He rolled his eyes and tried to look at the screen again to continue his game, but you pulled at his hair again. He groaned annoyed.

“What?” He asked harshly.

“I’m bored.” You repeated your sentence from minutes ago. He rolled his eyes and sighed, after looking at you for like ten seconds he sighed one more time before pulling his chair back. You smiled, thinking he was going to stand up and finally spend time with you, but he just took your hand that was still on his hair and pulled you until you were standing in front of him but facing the screen. All this while muttering something along the lines of “So fucking annoying.”

“What ar-“ You were interrupted as his hands on your waist pushed you down into his lap.

“Grab this.” He handed you the joystick and started pointing at some buttons. “This one is to aim, this one to shoot. This one right here is to move and this one is to recharge.”

“What do you m–” You tried to say again, but your boyfriend interrupted you once more.

“You’re going to play.” He said, with a firm voice.

“Oh...okay?” You pressed the button to resume the game and slowly and insecurely started moving where you thought you had to.

“You’re going the other way.”

“Shit, sorry”. You chuckled nervously and started to move the other way.

“You better not lose.” He said lowly as his thumbs stroked your waist. “Or I'll be really pissed.” You gulped.

As soon as he finished speaking someone started shooting your way. You clumsily aimed where you thought the shots were coming from, when you spotted an opponent you pressed the bottom without thinking.

Headshot.

“Oh my god, look!” You squealed happily. His hands in your waist gave a short squeezed before descending to your hips, where they squeezed again. He leaned his head against your shoulder to have a better view.

“Good girl.” He praised softly in your ear, making your face heat up. “You better not lose.” He repeated as his hands went even lower, reaching your thighs and going under your skirt.

“Sh–Shiggy.” You muttered nervously, looking down at his hands. He pinched your thigh lightly, just enough to keep you looking up.

“Eyes on the screen.” He said firmly, returning his hand under your skirt. ''You wanted my attention, now you have it. Don’t lose.”

You looked up and continue to roam the area, searching for other opponents. Hard task with his hands slowly approaching your panties tho.

Not long after, you noticed someone looking away from you. You aimed and shot, this time it took you two shots, but you managed to kill them anyway.

“You’re really good at this.” He murmured, kissing your temple at the same time his fingers grazed the edge of your panties. “Maybe I should had let you play sooner.”

“Maybe you should had.” You murmured back. He scoffed pinching your inner thigh again, making you squeal.

“Don’t get cocky.” You let out a little giggle at the same time you killed someone who started to shot your way. This time his fingers grazed softly over your clothed clit. You shuddered and Tomura laughed softly. “Keep playing.” He murmured in your neck before giving a small kiss.

His fingers started to rub against you more firmly now. You let out a choked moan as your legs tried to close but he avoided that putting each one of your legs over one of his, keeping them spread. You tried to kill another one, but you missed and they managed to escape. Tomura let out a discontent groan and his fingers left you and rested on your thighs again. “N-no. Don’t stop.”

“Keep playing then.” Was his only response.

You started searching for more opponents slightly desperate so he could be happy and return his touch, but you couldn’t find anyone. “Where the fuck is everyone?” You muttered lowly. He lightly chuckled behind you.

“Look in the small map in the bottom left, the red dots.” He guided you. You looked at the map and started running to where the nearest dot was. Aim and shot. Another kill.

“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He praised as he moves your hair from the side of your neck so he can start leaving open mouth kisses there. One of his hands went up your shirt and started stroking your navel as he continues kissing your neck, the other one rest over your clothed clit again, without enough pressure to get you off but enough so you know his hand is there.

You killed one more and you started to get more confident in the game, starting to get the hang of it, and without the touch of your boyfriend you could starts to get focused. But without your cute sounds and reactions, he was the one that started to feel neglected.

His hands went to your underthighs and roughly pulled them even more separated, your eyes waver between the screen and what his hands were doing, but some shootings made you keep your focus on the game. You started to shoot back but failed. At least the other person failed too and you manage to escape. When another group of people came near your position your boyfriend pulled your panties to the side and made direct contact with your slit.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet.” He whispered as he dragged his fingers up to your clit.

“Shit, I can’t concentrate like this.” You cried out and blindly shoot around you, surprisingly killing two of them.

“Too bad. Try.” He used your slick to push one finger inside of you and you let your head fall against his shoulder. “Hey, hey, eyes on the screen, you are doing good, don’t stop now.” The hand that was on your navel went up to your jaw, positioning your head straight.

“You say it like it’s easy.” You said in between moans.

“You were the one crying for my attention, now deal with it.” He finished his sentence with a pinch in your clit and a squeeze at the bottom of your neck, making you moan.

He moved his fingers down your slit again and this time pushed two digits inside of you, he groaned as you squeezed around them. “So tight.” He muttered against your neck again.

His fingers started to drag against your walls just like he knew you like it and your eyes fell shut for a couple of seconds, enough seconds for the other players to find you and kill you. Your eyes opened immediately when Tomura stopped the movement of his fingers inside of you.

“You can only die three times per mission before it makes you start from the damn beginning. Don’t you dare lose all my fucking progress.” He says with a low and threatening voice. “You only have one life left.”

“Yes, sorr-Ah!” You’re interrupted with the touch of his other hand’s fingers in your clit. “No! Tomura! Too much! I’m going to lose” You squeaked as one of your hands left the joystick to grab at his wrist,

“Both hands on the controller.” He warned without slowing his movements. You loosened your grip and bring your hand up again while your legs began to shake.

Both of his hands started to move in that complex synchrony that you never manage to do on your own and your moans got louder. Your hips were bucking down into his, your grinding making your boyfriend moan underneath you. “Fuck, don’t- Look, look at the screen. Focus.”

Even though he could easily get lost in just your movements on top of him, his hands never falter, and you began to feel your climax approaching.

“Shiggy, I- I can’t.” You whined trying to keep all your focus away from his fingers inside you.

“Yes, you can, look how far you managed to get. You’re doing. So. Good.” Every word is emphasized with a deep trust of his fingers, aimed at that one spot inside of you that makes you cry in pleasure. “You’ve been doing so good, I know you can manage a couple of minutes more.”

“Yeah.” You cried. “I can.” With that you killed one more person in the game, winning a kiss in the temple from your boyfriend.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear, and that caused you to clench around his fingers, making him groan. That sound brought you even closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that.” You whined, making him laugh softly. “I want to cum.”

“Not yet.” You whined once more. “Come on, keep being my good girl and kill one more.”

You half conscious started to search for more players so you can make Tomura happy. You killed one more, and you won one more kiss on your temple, at the same tame his movement sped up, your moans and whines getting louder.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Look, there’s 30 seconds left, just hold it. You’re always so good for me, I know you can.” His words were not helping you, nor did the fact that his movements sped up even more. “Just don’t die, okay? There’s still 15 seconds.”

“I-I can’t.”

Once the chronometer in the screen got to 10, your boyfriend started to count with it. You were trying so hard not to cum before you were allowed, but his fingers just felt so good.

“Three, two, one. That’s it, you can cum now, pet. It wasn’t that hard, was it?” He murmured in your ear. His word fell in deaf ears as you felt like you fainted once you let it go. You were letting out moan after moan. Your legs were shaking over Tomura’s and your hips couldn’t stop grinding against your boyfriend’s hands. He couldn’t help to slightly buck his hips up into your ass.

“Fuck.” You sighed once you started to get your senses back.

Shigaraki took his fingers out of you slowly and you hissed because of the sensitivity. He started to stroke your still shaking thighs with his still slightly wet fingers. “Did you like the game?”

“I mean- Yeah?” You said unsure, you just killed people after all, didn’t know shit about the game itself. “I did’t catch anything of the story, that if it even has one.” You glared at him accusingly.

He ignored you and tapped you legs, signalizing for you to stand up. You complied and smiled at him when he also stands up. It instantly disappears when he makes you sit again, this time alone.

“What happened?”

“Read what is says in the screen. There’s still four missions lefts.” He starts kneeling in front of you. “Now maybe you’ll understand a little more about the game.” Shigaraki smirks as he pulls your legs over his shoulders. “Remember, don’t lose my progress.”

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[twodimecastle]

fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid/you #spencer reid/reader #reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #dr spencer reid #my writing #spencer reid fluff

[doctorofmagic]

My thoughts on What If... Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The very title of the episode sends a shiver down my spine. And this is where we’re going to start.

~ long post under the cut ~

A year ago, I wrote this post as an attemp to dive into one of the most important traits in Doctor Strange’s personality: love. Stephen is a being made of love, made to love, no matter which interpretation you have when you watch Infinity War. If you don’t read comic books, you’ll understand the moment you meet Donna. You’ll begin to understand how her death reshaped his entire subjectivity out of fear of failing, being powerless and unable to control everything around him (especially death), thus the arrogant and yet a disaster of a man we all know.

Where do I even start? Stephen loved her sister deeply and felt responsible for her death. And then, slowly, he also lost his parents and his brother. He fell in love with Clea but he also pushed her away. He loved Zelma platonically and lied to her, which was enough for them to break their bond. He felt attracted to Kanna but screwed things up, even though they remain friends. He was forced to kill the Ancient One, the only father figure he had ever since his father died. And lastly, the only person who would never leave his side... also left. Yes, even Wong. Stephen has SO much love to give but he’s also afraid because he’s cursed. He truly believes his love in poison. And would you look at that? What If really delivered a story where this is actually true.

What If Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The level of understanding when it comes to the character is... inconceivable. What could possibly reshape Stephen into following a dark path but love? The very premise of the whole episode. This is so much more than a love letter. This is literally too much, in all senses.

Fine, let’s begin.

What if the best of intentions has very strange consequences?

No. You used the word “strange” for the pun but this is not the word. Nah-ah. I’d go with ATROCIOUS, for starters. Things are gonna escalate so quickly, my friends.

Seriously, tho? Christine is SO SO SO SO beautiful, they’re so cute together. I have this feeling that MCU!Stephen was quite toxic because of his arrogance and this is why they didn’t work out. But WhatIf!Stephen???????? He’s always praising her, teasing her in a healthy way, respecting her and listening to her. HE TRULY LOVES HER, I’M GONNA CRY ALL OVER AGAIN, PLEASE, NOT THE CRÈME BRÛLÉE, PLEASE

I’m going to leave this shot here because we need to go back to it later. Hold that thought.

And bonus points to “Yeah, well, I would call that quite remarkable.” / “Well, I would say the same about you.”

GODS. THE PAIN. STOP THE PAIN.

So in this reality, Stephen didn’t caused the car accident because he was checking his phone while driving. Also it was not the reckless attempt to pass the truck. Well, maybe it was the consequence of this act? The fact is, the car behind them loses control, which makes them crash. Does it matter? We’ll learn later that no, it doesn’t.

And yep... Christine dies. Have you noticed the shattered heart? Ah, the pain only gets better and better.

Again, Stephen blames himself. More than anything, this is so important because Stephen is all about guilt. We still need to meet Donna so we can add yet another layer of guilt. But the feeling exists. This is what corrupts Stephen’s heart and soul in all his iterations. This is what makes him the character I love so much. I love this SO. MUCH. In addition, his stubbornness to accept his condition. Man won’t take a no. This, this is Doctor Strange in character. Stop complaining about NWH Stephen, it’s pathetic.

Okay, “grief-stricken”, Stephen found the Mystic Arts and became a sorcerer. That’s when he learned about the Time Stone, the Eye of Agamotto and Dormammu. Nothing changes, he saves the universe. But time does not heal his deepest wound.

I love Wong so much. Every time Wong does something, the world is healed. Really. We’re going back to him as well but for now I’ll just leave this shot.

BUT STEPHEN, DOING SOMETHING RECKLESS? HE’D NEVAH

Aaaaaaaannnnnnd then he did.

He goes back in time. It’s been two years since he lost Christine. I think he reacted pretty nicely, despite the circumstances. Now let’s go back to that shot I said I was saving for later.

Stephen is so light-hearted here. Also, during the first time he lost Christine, he had no idea what “The Price is Right” was. He knows now, which means he probably tried to learn more about the show because of her, because of grief. HAHAHA MORE PAIN

AND THEN HE

AND THEN SHE DIES AGAIN

AND THEN HE KEEPS GOING BACK IN TIME

AND SHE KEEPS DYING

AND THE MUSIC

AND HIS VOICE

AND HE TRIES TO CHANGE FATE BUT IT CAN’T BE AVERTED

HE EVEN TRIES TO STAY AWAY FROM HER LIFE BUT SHE DIES ALL THE SAME, WHY

AND EVERY TIME THEY CRASH, HE FEELS THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PAIN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, WHY

I’M-- *ugly sobbing noises*

Apparently, not.

And this scene when he simply... closes his eyes before she dies again...?

This is where this episode had me in endless tears. It got me the four times I watched it. I’m dead serious.

Okay, so, next the Ancient One appears to Stephen, explaining that Christine’s death is an Absolute Point in time. It cannot be changed. Stephen needs the accident to become the Sorcerer Supreme and defeat Dormammu.

And this is where Stephen starts his journey into darkness. “Nothing is impossible, you taught me that. I only require more power.” Disobeying the Ancient One, Stephen then travels in time, seeking the Library of Cagliostro. Now, if you’re not aware of that, Cagliostro was a sorcerer who studied time in comics, and later became Sise-Neg (there’s a recent post on this because of the new Defenders run). It’s funny to think that Sise-Neg also destroyed the world when he became a god, however he grew past his pettiness and remade reality. Stephen did not possess such power, as we’re about to see.

PS: “Stop torturing yourself, Stephen.” Naur but he should use this line like a mantra. Especially comics!Stephen.

Not gonna lie, tho. This place reminds me of the Temple of the Vishanti from T&T (of course I was going to insert T&T somewhere, it’s me).

And of course they’d go for a pun with his name haha. I don’t know how to feel about this, tho. I feel like the episode is too heavy and dark for comedy. But it is what it is.

Okay but why some books are in cages??????????? And wow, it seems Cagliostro also gathered knowledge about several fields of magic.

And then Stephen learns that, in order to break an Absolute Point, he needs to absorb more power. This is when I went “oh-oh, here we go”.

And for real, is this Shuma-Gorath? Why are they keeping his name a secret? Is this the same creature from the first episode with Captain Carter, right? RIGHT? It has to be Shuma-Gorath.

Of course he tries to be polite and ends up all hurt haha. O’Bengh warns him about love but he will not listen. “Love can break more than your heart. It can shatter your mind.”/ “Is she worth the pain?”. Please, this is Stephen. He eats pain for breakfast.

Also, also, let’s take a break. We’re finally going to get monsterf0cker tentacle-lover Stephen Strange. It will cost us everything but here we goooooooooooo (yes, I went frame by frame for your more obscure fanservice needs)

Gods, I love this sequence so much it hurts. Okay, here we go.

Shmebulock???????????

AND HE STOLE THE CAPE??????????? AND DREW THE LINE ON BUGS??????

The grasp this man is holding on me right now...

Some of you will understand. I’m with you.

And here are the grostesque ones. These are hard to take SS but I had to.

Animation, sound effects, OST? CHEF’S KISS TO ALL

And lastly... the tentacles. Yeah, if you’re new... this is a thing.

Fanservice. Fanservice everywhere. (low-key the reason I also waited to write this review, I wanted to enjoy this part so badly but I was too sad for that lmao)

Okay so. O’Bengh is suddenly OLD and DYING, until we realize that Stephen spent CENTURIES absorbing mystic beings. CENTURIES. WTF STEPHEN. He had nothing in mind but the goal to save Christine. And people wonder why he went insane???? I’m sorry, O’Bengh, but I can’t take you serious when you still call Stephen Sorcerer Armani. Oh, and also because you watched him absorb beings for centuries in silence lmao. But I guess I have to because you said that Stephen is split in two since the Ancient One cast a spell on him, splitting the timelines and making them exist in the same reality before he could travel back in time. I know, it’s complex. Anything for the plot.

And now good!Stephen has an evil!twin who wants to absorb him back in order to become whole and break the Absolute Point. Cool.

I said I wanted to talk more about Wong because I think people are not talking about him enough. Wong is so important in this episode. He’s the one who’s trying to heal Stephen after Christine. He’s Stephen’s anchor.

Also, THEY FINALLY USED A SPELL WITH THE NAME OF THE VISHANTI. HOORAAAAY

So, for the sake of our understanding, I’m addressing the characters as evil and good!Stephen. Let’s go. Evil!Stephen summons good!Stephen and gods, he still holds such a strong grasp on me... unbelievable. THE DEEPER VOICE BENEDICT USES???? PLEASE, DIDN’T WE HAVE ENOUGH?

Imagine his strength to hold so many beings inside him, fighting to control him. BRO, THIS IS TOO TOO MUCH

Fine, I’ll not post SS about the fight because I’d be here all night long but I WILL say this: NOT CLOAKIE!!!!! NAAAAAAAAAAUR

Also if you ask me if I recognize any of the spells? Maaaaybe the Flames of Faltine, the not-so-crimson Bands of Cyttorak and a little trick Magik does with her portals. That’s how far I go.

I’ll not comment on the “seducing yourself to stay in the trap”. I will not. I’ll just say that the first person Stephen thought of when “Christine” was talking about the crème brûlée was Wong. That’s it.

And finally evil!Stephen absorbs good!Stephen and releases... UNLIMITED POWER (I love when the stone goes red as if it was bleeding aaaaaaa)

I can fix him...

This scene here? Poetic cinema. (I love his wings so much)

And when Stephen says her name and the other monsters’ voices echo “Christine”, AAAAAACKKKK

AND OF COURSE CHRISTINE WOULD FREAK OUT, BRO. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE BECOME BECAUSE OF YOUR TWISTED LOVE. I’M NOT DOING FINE.

Oh, but it’s too late anyways because Stephen broke reality haha. This scene is interesting because Stephen is the only one who sensed and/or talked to the Watcher until now. I read an interview that the Watcher kinda showed up but it’s also about Stephen’s keen senses. Bit of both, let’s say. Still, man, 616-Watcher is not that cold. 616-Watcher would watch this and say “how about I intervene anyway?”. WhatIf!Watcher is brutal.

The way Christine looks at Stephen one last time also KILLS ME, DESTROYS ME, BREAK ME INTO A MILLION PIECES.

And this is where my soul left my body.

This is how they end the episode. This is how you leave me speechless and with teary eyes. This is how you give me a whole existential crisis.

This... this was brutal to watch. Really.

What can I say after this? I’m used to reading painful things when it comes to Stephen. Aaron’s and Cates’ runs are heartbreaking on so many levels. Hickman’s New Avengers is not easier. Coincidentally, What If? Magik Became Sorcerer Supreme and The End. And now Death of Doctor Strange. And yet, after everything I’ve been through, I’d never expect to watch something so brilliant, so tragic, so heartbreaking and unexpected in the MCU. Never. This is top tier content and this is my favorite character with SO MANY LAYERS and SO MUCH UNDERSTANDING. I can’t put into words how meaningful this whole episode is to me, or how deep it touched my heart and soul.

I’ve been struggling to find the proper words since then, I still can’t. All I can add is, I cried for the 4th time now. This is too, too much, even for Stephen stans. Even for the ones who are used to pain, regardless of which media you’re into: comic books, live actions or animated movies. This is literally more than I can take and yet I’m so, so grateful. The voice acting, gods, how did Benedict manage to create a better Stephen than the one he’s literally playing in real life???????????? HOW

This episode really took the max potential Stephen had to offer as a character, added tons and tons of layers based on his grief, depression, arrogance and need to control everything and created a tragic masterpiece. In 7 years of being a Doctor Strange fan, I've never read or watch something that could go this deep into the character. The closest I can think of is Mr. Misery and the metaphor of Stephen's depression. This is a whole new level of respect and understanding. This is more than a love letter. This is peak maestry. It’s perfect, it’s heartbreaking, it’s... gods, I can’t.

Sorry for dragging you until this far. Before I wrap up this review, I just wanted to remind you all that Stephen will appear again, he will smile again, he will be surrounded by people again. So this is not the end. It was painful but be brave. We still have a few more steps to take.

#what if...? #doctor strange #stephen strange #what if doctor strange lost his heart instead of his hands? #wong #christine palmer #the ancient one #long post #review #he did nothing wrong #so what? he destroyed a whole universe #/j #benedict cumberbatch

[lostatsea303]

Alright Y’all immediate thoughts on Arcane

Spoilers ahead

Alright first and foremost holy shit, that show was incredible and not just as an animated attachment to a video game but as a show. That was truly special.

The characters are amazing, the performances were top notch. The music and sound design? A-fucking-plus. The writing? Superb. The animation? This and spiderverse are on the same damn level, yeah I said it.

I heard a quote once saying there are three things you should do everyday: Laugh, think, and cry. If you do that you’ve had one heck of a day. This show made me do all three. The story was a nuanced personal and global tragedy. The destruction of innocence, the unfair cruelty of the world, how people become broken and the often unintentional part we play in it. In spite of that darkness it also gives up hope, that no matter where we’re from or what we’ve done we can choose to be better, to try. I won’t ramble on too long, but if you told me years ago that League of Legends would produce a story this moving and resonant I would have never believed you.

Excellent work to all involved.

That being said my brain wants next season right now so assuming we’re getting one I’m gonna throw out predictions:

A bunch of the council is gonna die, this one is pretty obvious but my guess is obviously Mel will be dead as well as Caitlyn’s mom plus a few less important ones.

This leads to Mel’s mom getting involved and possibly dissolving the council entirely taking power for herself bringing her faction from Noxus into the city which leads too...

This wouldn’t be a forefront plot point but I believe we would start to see some champs from Noxus show up and the threat of Noxus being a S3 thing (yes I’m already resigned to there being a season 3)

Jinx isn’t going to be as primary a fixture, I think she’ll be pursued by the likes of the enforcers like Caitlyn Jayce and Vi but I think she takes a back seat to the looming social turmoil caused by her killing of the council.

Said turmoil will lead to more violent conflict between Piltover and Zaun which eventually forces Viktor to become what he is in game to defend Zaun so we get so Jayce v. Viktor

Speaking of champions fighting, while I think it’s now pretty clear they have feelings for each other, Caitlyn and Vi are not going to be in a good way to start. Caitlyn will either blame Vi for stopping her from killing Jinx thus leading to the death of her mother (mirroring what happened between Vi and Powder in episode 3) and push her away too harshly that they end up being on opposite sides of the battles between Zaun and Piltover OR Vi blames herself so much that she pushes Caitlyn away forcing Caitlyn to try and find her while...

Caitlyn becomes the new Sheriff of Piltover (yeah this isn’t too deep)

Ekko and Heimerdinger become more important to the story as they become the middle ground of the story (in a similar role to Vi and Cait this season less romantic tho) working together to make peace with both sides.

Singed becomes the main bad guy

Another time skip probably occurs either right at the beginning where we get to piece together the now fractured city and relationships within it or near the end which....

If I had to guess Vi officially becomes an enforcer at the end of the season before a foreboding shot of the next threat is shown.

Alright that’s all I got FOR NOW. Thanks for reading and happy arcane season 1!

Bonus prediction: we’re gonna get a Vi and Cait kiss

#arcane #arcane spoilers #vi #caitlyn #piltover's finest #jayce #powder #jinx #viktor

[dollslayer]

Please continue the Scandal-based Steve fic, you write the best angst ever!!!!

A/N: As you wish! Thank you so much for reading, hope this is up to par 💖 (ps- if you commented on the first one I'm tagging you for this follow up, no permanent tags tho don't worry!)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: pseudo-cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, swearing, love triangle, secret relationship

Part One HERE I Main Masterlist

It’s been an entire week since you walked out on Steve. He never did find the words to tell you that he wasn’t going to leave Peggy, but you never found the words to explicitly leave him, either. You were both in a game of chicken that you’d unknowingly started and neither of you had found the courage to finish it.

It was so easy when you were swept up in the moment, a storm of anger and hurt that finally came to a breaking point. But now you were past it and found yourself lost. The only thing making you feel better was seeing that Steve was having just as hard a time as you were. He wasn’t as outgoing, he was making dumb mistakes, he was off his game. You didn’t necessarily want Steve to suffer but it was reassuring in some way, to know that he felt anything for you. You just wanted this entire mess to be over.

But when the mess was over, what would you want to come of it? Do you even want to be with Steve any more? Or do you just not want him to be with Peggy? Thinking it through, what you felt for Steve was real, real enough to pull on your heartstrings and real enough to hurt. After all of the grief that Steve has caused you you’re not sure that you could properly forgive him. Maybe over time but you couldn’t see yourself trying to rebuild your relationship when the two of you had so much else to focus on.

So now you were caught in some sort of relationship purgatory because you were too afraid to end it. And he was too much of a coward to admit he’s been in the wrong this whole time. Honestly you can’t justify Steve’s actions on any level when it came down to it. His men are in the midst of war and fighting Hydra and he really thinks that a relationship is going to be their saving grace and reassurance? Bull.

On some level, no matter how deep it is, Steve saw something for her that he didn’t see in you and he felt some affection for her. Maybe saying that the relationship was just a front was his way of covering his real feelings for her. But he’d be damned if he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. You’d spent many a night cycling through this thought process and ending up right where you started.

Getting nowhere in your deliberating you decided to bury yourself in your work. You’d always felt that it was fulfilling work, you helped civilians and military alike with your work and you were damn good at it. So you plunged head-first into your codebreaking and strategy-forming and put your in-limbo relationship on the back burner.

Throwing yourself head first into work turned out to be in your best interest for the time being. The last two missions had been a success but per usual, you had gone unrecognized. That’s fine, you didn’t need to be patted on the back every time you excelled but every once in a while it would be nice. And thanks to your codebreaking, once again, you find yourself stuck in the corner of the dingy pub you had lost your mind in just a week ago. Unappreciated. Or so you thought.

You sat back thinking Steve wasn’t under Peggy’s thumb this time but he was trying his best to make the most of the moment over a pint with the rest of the commandos. And you were back in what was becoming your usual corner of the pub, sipping on a dry red wine. It was bitter on your tongue but after the week you’ve had you needed a drink, even if it meant seeing them.

“You did good back there, thank you” Bucky’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “Okay if I sit?”

You were so caught off guard by anyone really speaking to you, let alone praising you that you couldn’t find anything to say. You just stared at Bucky with wide eyes before nodding slowly. He settled into the chair next to you and took a swig from his bottle.

“You know, on the outside you don’t seem like you’re gonna be much but when you put yourself to work… it’s somethin’ else. You’re a natural.” Bucky told you.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” You brushed off the compliment to give him one of your own, “We wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it weren’t for you all. I’m just some codebreaker, you’re the one doing the leg work”

“Give yourself some credit, you deserve it.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and for the first time in weeks you felt a spark of genuine happiness. You shyly smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of your wine.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s got Steve snappin’ his cap at everyone? You two break up?”

Your eyes rounded in surprise. You were so sure that no one had known. You were so sure Steve didn’t want anyone to so it didn’t occur to you that Bucky might’ve known.

“Did… Steve tell you? About us?”

“Didn’t have to. I ran after him to talk a few weeks ago and found you two smoochin’”

Your face heated in slight embarrassment but you nodded in understanding.

“I just… it’s not fair that he should show her off like she’s his sweetheart while I’m treated like some dirty secret. I gave him a piece of my mind and he wasn’t able to cope. But I don’t know where this leaves us. He didn’t split but there’s just no way we could go on like this.”

Bucky looked a little miffed but grunted in affirmation. He shook his head and clenched his jaw.

“I knew he and Peggy weren’t for real but what he’s been doin’ to ya ain’t right. Sorry Steve’s been such a knucklehead. My two cents, you go back to him and confront him. And if he’s too much of a punk to see what he’s got you walk.”

You shakily exhale and take another gulp before setting your palms flat against the table.

“Easier said than done, but you’re right”

“I love him, he’s my brother but forget him if he’s too much of a jerk to know what he’s got. But for now let’s just get pleasantly drunk, whaddya say?”

Rather than giving him an answer you downed the rest of your glass and put it down on the table. Bucky was looking at you with a toothy grin.

“Atta girl”

____

The evening had been as promised, you were pleasantly drunk and for the first time in weeks you were letting yourself enjoy the moment. Bucky was funny and kind to you when no one else had even batted an eye and you found yourself grateful for his company that night.

You were humming to yourself as you walked back to your room but just when you reached for the door a hand reached out for your wrist. You didn’t need to look up to know that the hand belonged to Steve. You denied yourself the comfort you found in physical contact and reminded yourself of the situation. You sighed and looked up to him expectantly.

“You and Buck? Just what the hell’s going on?” Steve demanded.

“Oh so now you want to talk to me? You only care now that you’re not my main focus?” You shot right back at him. You swayed slightly, tipsy still from the wine.

Steve’s jaw tensed and he schooled his features though you could tell he was simmering on the inside.

“No”, he said calmly, “I just wanted to know. If you’re trying to make me jealous it’s not going to work.”

“Well I wasn’t trying but apparently it is working.”

Steve’s hands balled into fists and you could see veins beginning to spout in his hands. He didn’t say anything so you continued.

“I give you an ultimatum and tell you how much you’ve hurt me and you only come back once I turn my attention to your best friend? He’s the only one that’s said a nice word to me this whole time. The rest have been caught up in the lie you’ve been spinning with Peggy!”

Your anger was getting the better of you but you were letting it. Anger got you through it the first time, it’ll get you out no matter how it ends.

“That’s not fair-”

“You’re not fair, Steve. The way you’ve been treating me, it isn’t right! I gave you a choice and you’ve been dragging your feet. I’m going to ask you one more time, Steve. Me? Or Her?”

Steve was silent again, you could tell he wasn’t thinking about what he wanted, but he was forming an answer. Deep down you knew it would come to this. He’s never going to hold your hand in public, there’s never going to be an apartment in Brooklyn, there’s never going to be an us between you. Maybe there never was.

Steve started to call your name but you shook your head and scrunched your eyes closed in a mixture of frustration and pain. Tears were welling in your eyes but you’d be damned if Steve Rogers would see a single one fall. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you, he never did.

“I’m sorry…” Steve offered lamely.

“No, you’re not.” Maybe that wasn’t fair of you to say, Steve did look to be in genuine emotional pain over this but right now you didn’t care. If he had felt any true remorse he wouldn’t have let himself get anywhere with Peggy in the first place.

“I really did want all of that with you, I still do. We could still have it, we just need to get through this, please.”

You shook your head and started ushering him towards the door.

“No, Steve. That’s all gone now. You had your chance but I’m worth more than how you treat me.”

You opened the door and waited for him to leave.

“I think you should go. I don’t have anything left to say to you.”

With that Steve sighed heavily but left with his head hung between his shoulders. You could’ve sworn he was crying but you didn’t care if he was. He made this happen and he didn’t treat you right. So this is what happened.

Tears finally make their way down your face but you don’t feel sad. It’s cathartic almost, like a weight lifted. You’d probably put in for a transfer with the SSR just to save the team the grief but for now you’d keep your head down, keep working. Damn Steve Rogers for not seeing in you what you saw in yourself and damn anyone else that didn’t either.

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[thirstyforcharacters]

Tequila (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Every person has a soulmate. When your soulmate experiences pain, so do you, and any bruises, scars, or other markings that they get appear on your skin. Or, the story of how aliens attacking Las Vegas was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Notes: Hello! I already did a very similar soulmate AU for Sam Wilson (which you can read here), but I love soulmate AU’s so much that I decided to do one for Bucky, too! Hopefully, I made them different enough that they don’t seem too repetitive. Did I write this while I was supposed to be watching a documentary on Bach for music history? Maybe. But I think this was a much better use of my time. Hope you enjoy! (no y/n, no pronouns)

Warnings: canon typical violence, alien invasion, blood (not too much tho), car crash

WC: 1.9 k

For all of your life, you couldn’t feel your left arm.

When you started to crawl, your parents noticed you only used your right arm to pull yourself forward while your left would hang limply at your side. Your parents brought you to the doctor, deeply concerned, but when she examined your arm, she found nothing wrong. No x-rays showed broken or deformed bones, and no MRI’s showed any problems in the brain. By all medical standards, you should be able to move your left arm. You just couldn’t. Everyone hoped that it would go away, but to their chagrin, it remained unmoving throughout your childhood. You obviously knew your arm was there since you could clearly see it, but you couldn’t feel the nerve endings inside it. When you poked your arm with your other finger, you felt absolutely nothing. And weirdly enough, your family said it was always cold to the touch, no matter how warm the rest of your body was.

You had a feeling that it had something to do with your soulmate, and when you reached adulthood (specifically around 24), you were almost positive that was the reason. You often woke up with random injuries that you knew you didn’t give yourself. Gunshot wounds, deep slashes, broken bones, and large bruises were commonly branded on your skin. You were positive that if your soulmate was getting shot at every other night, then they almost definitely had some sort of damage done to their arm that affected your own. But if they had had this condition since you were born, how old were they? That was always a question that kind of weirded you out. You didn’t particularly want to be “meant to be” with some wrinkly, old person! Especially if they were somehow getting themselves into this much trouble. And now that you thought about it, none of these injuries were on your (or their) left arm. How could that be if they’ve literally been hurt everywhere else on their body?

When you weren’t in and out of the hospital with randomly serious injuries, you were quite busy cooking up a storm in Turkey, Tacos, and Tequila, your restaurant in Las Vegas. You and your best friend, Nicolás, had opened it three years ago; you were the head chef and he ran the business side of things. The two of you had talked about opening a restaurant together since you were teenagers, so both of you had moved to Vegas together after college/culinary school. Together, you found that you were an unstoppable team, and within a year of opening, you were one of the most popular restaurants throughout all of Vegas! Most times, because you were so busy, your soulmate problem stayed in the back of your mind. But every once in a while, a bruise would appear on your eye or a large cut down the length of your leg, and you would be reminded again.

Nic, as you called him, already found his soulmate. Oliver had moved in with you a year ago, and joined you side by side in the kitchen. You became almost as close with him as you had with Nic. They were adorable together, and never made you feel like the third wheel. There were some times, though, where you found yourself a little bit jealous that they had found each other so quickly, and that neither of them had ever suddenly started bleeding all over a nearly complete order of mango fish tacos.

Whenever you got a little down about it, Nic would always clap you on the shoulder and say, “You’ll find them someday. And when you do, break their nose. They deserve it for the hell they’re accidentally putting you through.”

It never failed to make you laugh. You had half a mind to do just that when you met the love of your life. You just didn’t know when that would be.

On yet another hot and dry Nevada night, you were closing up at the restaurant (or morning, you supposed, since it was nearly 1 am). Nic, Oliver, and your other employees had gone home already, so it was only you that remained. You turned off the lights and locked the door. You pushed your way through the drunken crowds and tourists on the street and made your way to your car. As you were opening the door, you could hear gasps of shock coming from the crowd of people roaming the streets. You looked up and saw an eerie flash of green across the sky, and a strange-looking, portal appeared in the sky! Shrieks of fear permeated the air as grotesque, reptilian creatures began spilling from the portal.

Frantically, you flung yourself into your car and turned over the engine, hoping to escape the clutches of these aliens. Though your apartment was in the opposite direction of the portal, as per usual, there was a decent amount of traffic, so you weren’t sure how good your chances were. But you figured you’d at least be safer in your car than exposed outside of it.

You were able to pull into traffic and weave through it fairly well, making good use of the side streets that only the locals knew about. But the creatures were overtaking the city faster than you could drive. You knew you didn’t have long before they caught up with you.

Just when that thought popped into your head, a blinding flash of light appeared in your rearview mirror. A loud bang, almost like a cannon, sounded, and through your mirror, you saw a truck hurtling toward you at breakneck speed! You attempted to swerve out of the way, but the truck crashed into your car, shoving it against a street light! The driver’s side of your car crumpled against the lamppost, and the glass in your window shattered at the contact. You attempted to cover your face with your hands, but a piece of glass still managed to make a pretty deep cut above your left eye, as well as a few pieces of shrapnel sinking into your legs. The whiplash from the contact damaged your neck as well; pain spread throughout your neck and back. All you could do was sob in agony. You had never felt this much pain in your life.

Your hand was trembling as you unbuckled your seatbelt, but you found yourself unable to leave your car! The driver’s side door was crushed, the truck was smushed against your passenger door, and there was no way you would be able to climb out of the backseat, nor lift yourself out of the broken window with the injuries you sustained. You were trapped. You waited for a little bit, until some of the chaos surrounding you died down; even in your damaged state, you knew that no one would be able to hear you even if you screamed for help as loudly as you could.

You strained your ears, and were able to hear gunfire, commands being shouted, and the hissing of these reptilian creatures. Eventually, instead of the noise of a battle, you could hear voices trying to dig people out of the rubble. Somehow, they sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place how. Well, if they were rescuing people, you figured they were your only chance.

“Help,” you screamed, “I’m trapped in my car! Please help me!”

You heard footsteps sprinting in your direction and a voice call, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there!”

You watched in amazement as the truck on your passenger’s side was surrounded by a glowing, red presence, and moved out of the way! It had to be the Avengers! Who else would be able to do something that crazy? You were brought out of your thoughts by your car being dragged away from the pole, making you jump. A face popped up in your shattered window. He was gorgeous; bright, blue eyes, short, chestnut hair, and a warm smile. He took hold of the broken door and wrenched it from its fastenings.

“Hi. My name is Bucky Barnes. This is Wanda Maximoff,” the man said, gesturing back to a woman wearing scarlet, “we’re going to get you out of here, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, relieved, “thank you so much!”

He smiled again, “Oh, it’s no problem. You should probably stay there until the EMT’s get here. Moving might make your injuries even worse.”

You nodded slightly in reply, but the pull in your neck made you groan in pain.

He winced, “Try not to move that, either. You may not be bleeding there, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Here, let me help you with that. I can at least stop the bleeding,” he offered, gesturing to your forehead and leg.

“Oh, thank you!” you answered.

He nodded and reached for some bandages he had in his jacket with his metal arm. His left arm. Suddenly, you noticed things you didn’t notice before. He also had a large cut above his left eye, in the same spot as your injury. It wasn’t bleeding, though, perhaps because of his enhancements. You noticed him moving his neck in a circular motion, seemingly to stretch it out. He had holes in his pants and small puncture wounds on his legs, in the same spots where glass was sticking out of you. Again, though, they were already healing. Could that be why you had never felt your arm before? Because your soulmate’s was metal? It would make complete sense.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t even realize you had zoned out until Bucky addressed you. He was gently cleaning the wound on your forehead.

“Yes,” you whispered, fixated on the wound on his forehead.

His eyebrow raised, “Are you sure? You seem a little out of it.”

“I-I’m fine. I just noticed something kind of strange. I think the cut on your forehead matches mine.”

He touched his forehead, “Oh, yeah, I forgot about that with the adrenaline and everything. Only got it maybe 20 minutes ago.”

“That’s when my car crashed. And you’re having neck pain, like me,” you murmured, “and your arm is metal. I’ve never been able to feel my arm.”

His eyes widened, “Really? You think we’re meant to be?”

“Maybe,” you replied.

He nodded, “It seems likely. What’s your name?”

You gave him your name and he smiled again.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a century.”

You giggled softly, “I guess that explains why I’ve been experiencing this since I was born. I was afraid you’d be gross and wrinkly.”

He chuckled, “Well, hopefully you don’t think I’m either of those things.”

“Definitely not.”

The EMT’s arrived then. Bucky stepped aside and the medics removed you from your car.

As you were being loaded into the ambulance, Bucky approached you.

“How can I get in contact with you after this?”

“Just come by Turkey, Tacos, and Tequila. It’s my restaurant, I’m almost always there,” you told him.

“Okay. I’ll drop by sometime soon, when you’re better of course.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

As he was walking away, you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips. Sure, what had happened to you today was terrible. But you knew you would heal, and now, you had also finally met your soulmate. No wonder why you were randomly injured all of the time! If today was any indicator of what the rest of your relationship would look like, though, you’d probably need all of that tequila you were selling for yourself.

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[smolla-than-a-bug]

you’re definitely flirting with me

—jason todd x villain!reader

second and final part to are you flirting with me. can be read as a stand-alone tho

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content — language, blood, mentions of harassment, mildly suggestive (use of the word ‘daddy’ but ironically)

notes — i know that its literally been years and that i formerly posted a part two to are you flirting with me, but looking back, i didn't like how it turned out. i did find a fun drabble in my drafts with villain!reader as well, so i decided to rewrite it and use it as a continuation. i actually deleted the old parts personally, i prefer this version of the end!

"I'm in."

"Hot. You should be able to see–"

"Nothing?"

Silence.

"Is this your way of telling me you're visually impaired?"

"I will scoop your eyes out in your sleep."

"Please use an ice cream scooper. My eyeballs would fit so well, it would be so satisfying–"

"Harper."

"Okay, okay. What do you mean nothing?"

"By nothing I mean nothing, ball sack. The warehouse is fucking empty."

Frantic rustling of papers and violent knocking of objects could be heard on Roy's end of the line. Jason sighed, going to pinch the bridge of his nose before realizing he had a helmet on. 

The whole situation was throwing him off his rhythm — that much was evident. The intel they had collected on the gang of criminals seemed too obvious, too predictable. Jason had his suspicions, but Roy was quick to shut him down. 'Dude, trust me,' he said. Famous last words.

A crackle of static sounded in his earpiece. Roy's voice urgent and choppy before completely dying out. Jason could only attempt to call out to his partner in the hopes of a full response, but his efforts brought no avail. That's another thing that went wrong today.

"Hey, sexy."

What in the fuck.

"Your ass looks great from this angle. The party you're looking for is in a bar on the other side of the city, by the way."

You couldn't actually see him, but he doesn't need to know that. It's just your thing to mess with him, and by the sounds of him cussing you out for hacking into his means of communication, it was working. It was amusing. He kept you entertained.

That was all you had to say to him for now though, so you bid him goodbye. The roaring of his motorcycle over his colorful language directed at you was the last thing you heard before you cut off and allowed his partner to get back on the line.

"Jaybird? You there?"

"Ah, you're back. I'm never trusting you with getting intel again."

"Whatever. Anyway, was that...?"

"Yeah. Y/v/n."

"Hm. I don't know what she's on, but you have no ass like–"

"And yet I have more ass than you, so shut the fuck up, paddle board."

“That... That was a bit harsh, bro.”

Soft gushes of wind blew against your masked face. You shut your eyes, feeling the breeze and relishing in your little moment of peace. Lazily pacing, you hummed a random tune.

Your mischief and cunningness is something your alias was known for. Most often, it's a convenient trait to be able to slip around with ease and get the job done in a snap, but sometimes you get bored. It can be such a drag when nobody tries a confrontation with you. That's why you're so fond of the Red Hood. It's a shame that it's been a while since you've seen him around, so imagine your delight when you feel a familiar presence behind you.

You took a seat at the edge of the building. To anyone, you would've looked like you were having your main character moment, peacefully looking over the city if not for the small pile of bodies rotting away not too far from you. The dried blood on your attire and your fingers no longer irked you in the slightest. It's something you've gotten used to, which lead to your habit of picking the blood under your nails. Red gets annoyed when you do this — all the more reason to entertain your habit in front of him.

You let your legs dangle over the edge without a care. You didn't bother to greet the vigilante, who currently had a gun aimed at your back. Sigh.

“Oh, I do hate the sight of blood.”

“Well then, maybe — just maybe — you shouldn’t kill for a living.”

That got you to turn your head to face him. You cock an eyebrow — doesn’t he kill for a living too? Sure, his victims are usually criminals and thugs while yours are people you’re paid to target, usually business owners and the occasional politician, but you digress. Details. The point is, he kills people too.

A few seconds of staring and prolonging the tension passed, and Jason weighed his options before eventually putting down his gun. He then opted to join you on the ledge.

“So,” he started, “what’s your favorite color?”

Funny.

“Sweetheart, if you thought you’d be able to keep me entertained with small talk... I think I’d rather you shot me.”

You stood up from your spot on the ledge and leaned over the rooftop to examine your altitude. You grin to yourself.

“What are you doing?”

You don’t answer. You want to see something. Instead you turn your body to face Jason and mockingly salute him before leaping off the building, though not before you heard him call out your alias’ name and yell a panicked ‘Wait!’

Immediately after you, Jason followed. You chuckled when you saw him get closer. You enjoyed fooling him around almost as much as you enjoyed fooling around with him.

With no time to waste, he pulled out his grappling hook, yanked your body by the waist, and zipped to the rooftop of the nearest building — one different from the last one you were on.

Jason‘s heaving chest radiated distress.

“You’re fucking insane! You could have died!”

You stood in front of him, arms crossed and your stance relaxed. Nobody would’ve suspected that you literally jumped off a building just a few seconds ago. Aw, you pout, he cares about me.

“Would’ve made your job easier. You know, you heroes are supposed to get rid of the bad guys.”There’s humor in your eyes. Jason knows you’re enjoying this. He hates how much you enjoy this. “So, why’d you save me?”

“Why’d you help me with my mission last time?”

He’s deflecting. Cute.

“Hey, I asked you a question first.” You know he won’t budge til you give him an answer. He’s probably been asking himself that question since it happened. You mentally pout, aww he thinks of me. Sigh. Okay, fine.

“The gang you were after just so happened to have given me a job a little while ago.” You recall some of the gang members attempting to grope you. Some unpleasant memories you’d rather live without. “Pissed me off. Now your turn.”

Why’d you save me?

A pause. He shifted to look to the side. Oh, this is interesting.

“You could have died.” Ah, this again.

“Well, you’ve died,” you remind him. “Not that it really stuck.”

He says your name — your real name. You wonder when he discovered your identity, but then again, you’re not all that surprised. It’s him after all.

He can see your growing smile the longer he refuses to answer your question. He knows you’re already thinking of something, and still opts to ignore your question, allowing you to further indulge in your thoughts. He dreads you enlightening him; he knows it’s coming. Jason could not fathom how one woman could frustrate him so much.

“You like me.” There it is, he thinks. There’s your stupid smirk and your dumb air of arrogance.

“Come on, just admit it, hot shot. You can’t live without me.” Okay, maybe that one’s a bit of a stretch (just a bit), but you stand by it nonetheless.

You grin wide as you approach him. Leaning slightly forward to grab Jason by the collar and pull him down to meet your eyes, you repeat yourself.

“You like me.” Stated with more emphasis, like a significant fact that you try to drill into your head when studying for an exam.

“I’ll shoot you.”

“Please, daddy.”

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