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gojoath · 5 days

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ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ ARE YOU STILL WATCHING? OKKOTSU YŪTA

your boyfriend, yūta, doesn’t ever like sharing what’s his. apparently that statement goes for your fictional crushes too.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. jealousy -> over fictional characters. fem oral receiving. yuta gets jealous over your fictional crushes. possessiveness. toxic relationships. wc, 3.2k.

note. another repost (did not realise how much i wrote for this)

yuuta loves your nights spent together. the ones where it’s just the both of you— as it should be, wrapped in each others embrace, pressed into his side for movie marathons and new episodes of your favourite tv show just moments after they’ve aired.

it’s like nights of proof, evidence that he’s all you’ll ever need because he’s never seen you laugh or smile like you do when you’re with him. he hopes you’ll eventually be able to see that this is the happiest you’ll ever be, the type of joy of being with him. wrapped in his love.

it’s a night quite like this one, yuuta gives you a sweet smile as he pushes through the living room door— greeted with your soft figure on the sofa, already flicking through the netflix homescreen and the sofa dips under his weight when he sits beside you.

hes watching you so intently, his still gaze cutting through your features and the feeling urges you to turn to meet him just as you decide on your entertainment for the night with a giddy smile.

“hi, yuu-“ you grin as your boyfriend yuuta presses into you, laughing into the kiss he smears against your lips and he thinks you feel so warm under his touch. his hands are cold against your skin but you don’t run or shy away from it when he squeezes at your waist, your lips moving seamlessly against his until he’s letting his eyes peer towards the tv softly to see what you’ve chosen.

only then does he pull away from you, with a soft frown on his pretty features but his hands still hold you before he’s turning to sigh.

“but baby, i thought it was our night.” the show on the tv isn’t yuuta’s usual choice for your nights alone. he much preferred the romcons or chick-flicks that you normally chose — the ones that gave him the opportunities to inch closer, to squeeze into you during confession scenes or steal a kiss alongside your on-screen idols.

“but yuuta, please— they just released a movie, you know how much i love the series.” you’re looking up at him with a slight glow to your gaze, deliberately tracing your hands across his shoulders — pushing them through his hair like a silent little plea. “and you know who is in it.” you continue, but your words make your boyfriend stiffen this time — something harsher to his gaze because he knows exactly who you mean when you’re biting on your lower lip to hide your smile. his smile, the one that’s reserved for him. it’s supposed to be his.

you know who, being your favourite character from your favourite show. you’ve never openly admitted him to be your on-screen crush but yuuta knows better than anyone that he definitely is. he can always see the way you fidget whenever he’s on screen, doing something heroic and oh so insufferable— he doesn’t see the appeal. he doesn’t know why you do either when you have him by your side. he’s been made deliberately handsome, to play into naive, sweet girls like you’s fantasies but you don’t need someone like that. isn’t he already enough for you?

maybe it’s the thought of being saved by a hero but your boyfriend could do that for you too. he could be your hero — it wouldn’t be hard to draw you into an alleyway with a cursed spirit or maybe two, he’d jump at the opportunity to save you — to reveal himself in all of his glory.

although yuuta promised he would never let anything bad happen to you, it would all be part of his carefully curated plan to have you pliant and scared. you’d never be in any real danger — just enough to be begging for your true hero. you’d cry for him, right? not for anything else?

but despite all of that and because he loves you, he can never say no to you. not when you’re blinking up at him deliberately sweet and starry eyed, tracing shapes into his sensitive skin until the tips of his ears are red and his answer is pushed between the next press of your lips against his. “o-okay, we can watch it.” because he wants, needs to make you happy.

“really? you’re the best!” the smile and praise yuuta’s answer earns from you is so warming and he’s convinced himself it’s because of him, and not because hes letting you watch the movie for your favourite character instead. it’s because you love him, that’s it.

so he lets you kick your feet cutely as you get yourself comfortable beside him, letting him pull you tight into his side like hes staking a claim against the pixels on the tv — like some territorial show of a wild animal claiming it’s mate as his dull gaze focuses on the tv infront of you.

but it doesn’t take long before he’s irritable and fidgeting. two minutes into the opening credits and his eyes are on you because he can almost feel the way you’re beaming at the screen— catching the first glimpse of you know whoand already yuuta wants to kill him. what would it take for him to prove he wasn’t all that you imagine him to be?

would you want to watch your boyfriend tear him apart in the name of love?

but instead of that, he finds another means of bringing you back to him. he lets the cool trace of his fingertips press beneath your shirt as you shudder into him. your eyes are still on the screen but your body leans closer, like an instinct of sorts that feels like it burns him.

another breath and yuuta leans down into you, pressing his lips beneath your ear then across your jawline and he can feel the way your body seems to rise in temperature with every kiss. you’re not pushing him away yet but you’re not looking at him either, so he continues — tracing messy, twisted hearts into your skin between suckled kisses, until his lips are leaving sensitive little marks down your neck and you’re panting against him softly.

“yuuta, the movie.” is all you finally manage but he doesn’t care, couldn’t care because you’re his and he needs to prove it, as silly and twisted as it may seem. he needs to, and you let him.

“sorry, i— i just need you. i cant help it.” theres a strain to yuuta’s voice as he answers you but he feels you shudder when he’s pushing himself onto the floor between your thighs— leaning up to continue his onslaught of kisses before he’s trailing lower gradually, painfully slow until you’re finally looking at him.

he can still hear the effects of the movie in the background but your attention is on him and he feels something burn in his heart at that. that you chose him over everyone else, he knew you’d never abandon or betray him. you really dolove him like you say.

yuuta’s teeth nip at your collarbones before he’s tugging at your shorts to pull them down then your thighs after, letting you lie back more on the sofa as he presses himself beneath them. he pushes them apart to spread you almost too quickly with his next breath as his eyes break from yours only to take you in.

you’re left in only your shirt and panties, so exposed and pretty as they cling to the warmth of your intimate skin and it makes the coiling pleasure in yuuta’s gut tighten delightfully as he admires you.

“yuuta,” your lips part to moan and it makes him shudder before he’s covering it with a sweet smile and his hands are on you.

it happens so fast when you feel yuuta push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed. it’s like he’s desperate to feel you beneath him, warm and wet as he drags the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit to roll the sensitive bud. you twitch, cutely, grabbing onto the fabric of the sofa cushions beneath you as the press of his touch makes you whimper softly.

“you sound pretty.“ he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, hungrily, like he’s trying to force more of those sweet sounds out of you, only for him, as he spreads you even wider. he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, almost whining when he’s not met with much resistance.

yuuta’s fingers are long, long enough for you to hiss at the stretch but your walls still squeeze and mould around them so effortlessly as you take him in. it makes something blissful flutter in his tummy when your head rolls back at the pleasure. so he shifts one of your thighs over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, ready and accessible for him while he gazes up at you from under long lashes and leans into press his first soft kiss between your folds.

but what your boyfriend doesn’t expect to see with his next blink is your eyes on the tv, even if only for a moment— it’s a moment you’re not even looking at him despite the way he’s pushing his fingers into your cunt. he wonders if you’re imagining your tv crush to be the one between your thighs right now, pressing into the spots inside of you that make your walls squeeze and quiver. he hates this, he hates him. do you always think about him instead of your boyfriend?

“baby?” you hum like you’re aknowledging the call but your eyes are still on the screen over his shoulder despite the way your ever loving boyfriend is between your thighs. his tongue is on your clit, tracing it in messy circles and all you can give him in return is a soft pant — why arent you looking at him when he’s treating you so well? why are your eyes still on someone else instead.

“baby.” he calls again but it’s accompanied by a deliberately deep press of his fingers into your walls as he pushes himself up, pulling his mouth away from you and deliberately kneeling infront of the tv until you’re forced to meet his dark gaze. but the depth of frost it seems to hold almost makes you shudder beneath it. it’s lacking it’s usual dull glow despite the way his fingers still press hot between your folds.

“do you want me to stop?” yuuta hums, voice soft despite the way he’s looking at you, holding your gaze like he’s asking you to beg for your life instead of the simple, easily answered question that rings true.

“n-no,”

“then why won’t you look at me?” he’s not unaware of the way the drop in his tone makes you squeeze around his fingers, the obedience earns you another languid press of the digits into you — so deep you can feel the cold touch of the promise ring on his ring finger. the one you wear too. you remember the promise you both made, don’t you? “i thought you liked this.”

“i do, yuu.. please, it’s so good.” your voice takes a higher pitch than normal as yuuta pulls his fingers back out of you, almost teasing you with the reminder he could pull away entirely as you give him a teary eyed blink.

“but you’re not looking at me. you’re watching him,” his gaze deepens, lidded and sleepy when he leans closer to you — ghosting his lips against yours until you’re pressing back into the cushions and your lungs squeeze on your next breath. if it wasn’t for the way your pussy was trying so desperately to pull him back in, he’d think you were scared.

“no, no it just distracted me. i love it,” your toes curl from where they’re resting in the air but your answer pleases yuuta enough to draw himself back again before he’s back between your thighs. his gaze remains though, watching you so intently — you wouldn’t look away again, would you? another saccharine press of his fingers into your walls and he scissors them, making you moan before he’s asking his next question.

“what else? what else do you love?” his warm breath rolls over your slick folds, his dark eyes wavering from yours slightly to shine on where his digits sink into you.

“i love you, yuu— just please, keep going,” the love confession is enough for him, for now and your gaze stays true on his own as his head lowers and his tongue curls against your clit before he’s dragging it back up.

yuuta feels sticky at the words still and he groans, angling his fingers inside of you up with twisted purpose, like he’s showing off how well he can work you — play with your body infront of the screen like he’s making your favourite actor watch. “then watch me.” he brushes them against the spongy spot inside of you, his request murmured between your folds until your hands are in his hair to pull him deeper. “please,”

it’s languid, filthy the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, complimenting it with kitten licks because he knows exactly how to pull the pleasure out of you, the pleasure he owns. the sound effects from the movie are doing little to cover up the lewd squelching sounds accompanied with his slurps and smacks as his eyes lift to touch yours again.

“he can’t touch you like this, baby” yuuta continues to sink his fingers into you as he speaks, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as he laps it back up. it’s a little cruel the way he doesn’t give into your fantasies but why should he when you’re his, so he buries his face into you with a loud swallow—every noise so much messier and wetter than the last, your hands grab and curl in the dark mess of hair and he hums as he urges you to answer. “it’s only me, remember?”

“y-yes, only you.” you reply like you’re hypnotised, in some sort of hormone-drunken trance but oh he loves you like this. it’s like your pretty little head can’t even thinkabout anything else that isn’t your hopelessly devoted boyfriend with every flick of his tongue and twist of his wrist.

“what are you thinking about, hm?” it’s fucked up the way he wishes he could look into your mind, to tear you apart for your thoughts and secrets — to strip your bare and peer into your soul.

“w-what?” your hips stutter, shake beneath him but yuuta finds it too easy to hold you there — pressing more of his weight onto you as he presses your ass into the cushions, and he takes a deep inhale of your pussy with his next lewd suckle on your clit. he could get high on your scent, on your taste and your being.

“do you think about me?” but still, he continues because he needs to hear you say it. to tell him it’s only him you think about when you’re on the brink of orgasm, when it warms and licks at the base of your spine — when you’re so sickwith pleasure and want is it him that’s on your mind? tell him it’s him.

put him at ease after all hes done for you. after how he loves you.

“mhm,” you stutter as yuuta licks into your pussy with a hunger that’s so uniquely him, and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you tremble. you feel him flatten his tongue against your sensitive bud before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and pulling away with an exaggerated pop that has butterflies pooling in your stomach. he’s trained you so well, mindlessly coaxing you into feeding into his obsession because you know it’ll earn you a sweet reward.

“do you want me to save you?” your pussy throbs around his digits and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin, your eyes clenching tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his dark gaze cuts up into you. you feel him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side. “p-please, baby. tell me,”

“y-yes, ‘m gonna cum— save me,” you tell him and your mind feels like it filled with cotton— thick with pleasure but yuuta smile’s against your folds as he works you with practiced precision. he’s watching your hips twist under his touch and feeding on your reactions, devouring you entirely with every lav of his tongue as he breathes into you.

it only takes a few more twists over your puffy clit, accompanied by the deep graze of his fingertips against the sensitive spots inside of you until you’re cumming, so hard and good it almost makes you see white completely as your toes curl and ache. your thighs squeeze around his cheeks and it’s eager the way he buries himself even deeper into you, slurping greedily at the cream his fingers urge to push out of you and he moans at the feeling of you making a mess of his mouth and cheeks.

every whimpered whine against your folds makes you feel even better — prolonging your blissful state and yuuta fucking loves it, so he doesn’t stop until he’s full. not until you’re stuttering out his name and pushing at his head with the overstimulation that makes you burn with every drawn out flick of his tongue. his fingers ease away from the tight, saccharine squeeze of your walls.

you’re adorable as you come down from your high, all dazed and drowsy and your boyfriend admires you as he lets his cheek rest on your still quivering thigh, gazing up at you despite how heavy his cock feels against his sweats right now. your hands are in his hair still but they’ve stopped pulling at his roots, instead you’re busying yourself with brushing the dark hair back from his features as he gives you an adoring blink.

you smile, albeit a little sleepy but it warms yuuta completely at how much love he swears it holds, “yuuta, now we have to restart the movie,” you’re pouting now but you’re pretty, so pretty it earns you a kind smile from your boyfriend despite your want to still watch that same movie he just did his best to pull you away from.

“but, baby, i don’t feel like watching anymore.” his words are soft, accompanied by his fingertips trailing up the inside of your thigh to squeeze and you’re still so sensitive the touch makes you shudder. his next touch is a little higher, just short of your folds as he tests the waters and despite the lingering remnants of your orgasm— you don’t push him away, even when his finger is swiping through the sensitive petals of your pussy once more.

he really didn’t have anything to worry about, did he? you really do love him. the realisation makes him smile again before he’s twisting gently to bite at the inside of thigh— suckling at the skin to leave a mark until you jolt at the sting.

“i found something else to do that’s better for both of us. it’s our night, right? so come, give me all of you.”

#cw yandere #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #okkotsu yuta smut #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta smut #okkotsu yuuta x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #okkotsu yuta x you #yuuta smut #jjk x you #yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta x you #yuuta x you

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saetoru · 1 year

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girl same i just wanna sit on nai’s lap and kiss him and squeeze his tiddies is that so much to ask

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。HUMAN — MILLION KNIVES (NAI).

「 SYNOPSIS 」 nai can’t bring himself to hate you—until you almost make him feel human, that is

☽ contents ⋮ gn! reader, slightly suggestive but also not rly, fluff if you squint but also idk if it’s rly fluff, kissing and all that good stuff lolz

☽ notes ⋮ y’all saw his tiddies in todays episode right. we all saw that right. we all lost our minds right. RIGHT.

“nai,” you whisper, hands traveling along his abs, feeling the ridges of his taught muscles before settling for his chest, squeezing slightly as you pant against his mouth, “nai, i want you.”

he scoffs, and he wants to glare at you, but your lips nip at his jaw, suck sweetly at the skin, make his eyes flutter shut and his breath turn erratic as he holds back a grunt when you find a spot on his neck that makes him particularly hungry for you.

nai doesn’t like you.

which is a step up, you suppose—if you were anyone else, he’d hate you. if you were any other human, he’d despise your existence. but, for some unknown reason to even himself, nai doesn’t hate you.

for some reason, it’s hard to hate you—it’s not like he sees value in you, or that he even finds you all that tolerable. you still feed off plants, off his kind, off his brethren. you’re still every bit as guilty as the rest of the disgusting likes of humans. but somehow, he thinks you’re a bit fascinating, so he settles for disliking you instead of his usual hatred.

and it’s not that he makes an exception for you—or so he tells himself, that is. it’s a complicated situation, really: you seated on his lap, his hands gripping your waist, your mouth molding against his, his chest rising and falling with every slow stroke of your palm over the skin. it’s all a bit too complicated when he knows you’re supposed to eventually be dead like everyone else when the time for a new world comes.

because nai doesn’t like you, and he certainly doesn’t need you around—but he does love the way you make him feel when you kiss him like that.

your hands are cupping his cheeks, thumb stroking over the mole on the right side of his face under his eye—and for a moment, just a moment and nothing more, this rare, foreign gentleness of a human erases the atrocities.

but knives dislikes you, and he’ll never give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants you too.

“pathetic,” he spits, “how pathetic of you to think you’ll have me.”

“ah, but i do have you, don’t i?” you hum cheekily. how bold of you, he thinks, how bold and downright foolish you are to speak to him with such confidence, such little regard for your life.

it’s almost as if…as if you trust him. like you trust him not to kill you, to let your bravery slide and look past it. how utterly naive—and yet, it makes him all the more fascinated by you, makes him want to keep you around so he can observe you some more. perhaps kiss you too, and feel the warmth of your hand against his cool skin.

“you’re certainly confident for—” he’s cut off with a small grunt when your mouth finds his again, and then your hand is trailing to find the back of his neck, and then his hair, and then your fingers thread through the locks slowly, deliberately, gently.

like you’re taking care of him, like you’re not using him or taking from him for your own gain. like you’re here just to give and give even if you can’t take.

and for a moment, nai wonders if you’re really human. you must be greater than that, he decides. you must be something far more divine than a human—and it must be why he’s unable to loathe you like the rest of humanity.

it must be it—it has to be, he almost reasons desperately. why else would he of all people melt under your touch like this?

“you can’t get rid of me,” you murmur, pressing sweet, delicate kisses to the corners of his mouth, scratching at his scalp with tenderness he’s only seen once from a human before. “im staying right here, nai. with you.”

“yes,” he decides, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you a tad bit closer, “yes you’ll stay right here. under my watch.”

and then you kiss him again, sat on his lap as your hands explore his chest and your lips chase his own—and nai decides maybe it’s not so hard to hate you, after all.

he hates the way you make him almost wish he was human for a short moment.

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#knives x reader #million knives x reader #nai x reader #knives x you #millions knives x you #nai x you #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede x you

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theshinazugawaslut · 3 months

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Sanemi but he's throwing a tantrum over not getting a kiss all day

Literally lays down on the floor, screaming until he gets a kiss

a/n: i love him so much, i was re-watching that backstory episode of him and genya and I've still not physically recovered. also, sorry for being offline for a bit, I've got tonsillitis and COVID right now :( all what I've written in this drabble also apply to all AU's.

Sanemi is a surprisingly very affectionate man, anybody would look at the temperamental grump and think the opposite but you know far better: the Wind Hashira will become a pathetic, mushy mess if you so much as caress his cheek.

He feels like he doesn't deserve it but your hand is so soft, your eyes sparkle as you look at him and he feels like the sky has rained down stars and blessings onto him.

He's never let anyone get close to him, not a single person, nobody has ever known the feeling of his skin nor how he looks when he cries out as he cums. Only you do, and the thought makes him childishly proud, he's yours — what a fucking honour.

So he doesn't understand why you haven't given him one single kiss the entire day- Hell, you haven't even glanced at him, did he do something wrong?

Have you finally realised he's ugly and really not worth it? Or - this is what Sanemi thinks could be the worst case scenario - did you just not want to give him a kiss today?

He's been trailing behind you like a lost puppy all day, following after you, a small scrunch between his brows.

You're so busy, barely paying him mind, looking stressed yourself. He feels like whining and bawling on the floor just to get your attention. He's more than willing to start shrieking and shovelling dirt into his mouth just to get your attention.

You're doing so much work from the minute you cracked open your pretty eyes — you didn't even give him a morning peck and cuddle, already out the futon when Sanemi awoke (by himself; lonely, sad, cold, depressed, how could you?).

You've been training younger slayers, giving them tips and pointers; making some food for the orphaned kids down the street; sharpened yours and Sanemi's swords; went to go see a few different Hashira since they wanted some help from you, and Sanemi's been right behind you, brooding and pouting.

He's tried to get your attention multiple times, lightly tugging on your sleeve so you look at him but you just give him a gentle squeeze on his thick wrist and a small smile before turning your attention elsewhere (why the fuck do you need to help that Kamado boy?) and then he tries to pepper little kisses against your jaw while you talk to Tomioka (fuck that guy) about your last mission but you gently cover his mouth and give him that look to stop.

He finally loses his patience when you start talking to some random guy at the very front of his estate. He scowls, grabs your delicate wrist, and drags you away.

"'Nemi, my beloved, whatever are you doing-?" you say in that sweet voice of yours.

"You haven't kissed me once today!" he says; it's meant to come out as a growl, as something threatening and angry but it sounds more like an upset whine. "I've been trying to get your attention all day!"

He gives that frown of his, slight pout on his pretty lips.

"Do you want me to bark like a dog, is that it? You want- you want me to rip all my hair out and shriek like a fucking cockroach on the ground? Why haven't I gotten a single kiss? I didn't get my waking-up kiss, not my well-done kiss, not my 'cause-why-not kiss, not a kiss on my hand or my head or my hair even though I-"

He's cut off with being pulled down by his haori to be kissed by you.

Hell yeah.

You're cupping his face, fingers delicately stroking his strong jaw and soft cheeks, lips gently pressing against his, and he sighs softly into your mouth; grabbing at your wrists and holding you there.

When you pull away with a small chuckle, you ask, "There. Does that make up for it?"

"No, I want five more," he says with a sneer but his pink-dusted cheeks and dazed eyes are very telling.

#sanemi #kny sanemi #anime and manga #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #kny #husband sanemi #esha answers your questions #sanemi headcanons

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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You're upset, darling?

pairing: platonic gn!reader x ghost x soap x price

word count: 1.4k

tags: angst with comfort, depression, episodes, no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, reader is mostly refered to as darling + they/them pronouns

warning: mention of suicide, not in detail tho but still (let me know if I missed anything)

summary: 141's darling has episodes where they feel like shit and how they spend their day in the base with those feelings, and how the guys comfort them.

a/n: I wanted to add könig, horangi and gaz but I was too tired to keep writing so I only wrote abt these three. this is very much based on my personal experience. I'm also undiagnosed so I might not use certain terms.

Sometimes 141's darling has days where they're down and very upset. It's normal, they think, everyone must have days where they don't feel entirely themselves, right? it's totally normal and very human, they believe.

At first, when they were upset, nobody would notice, because no matter how they felt, they always did the same things as they always do, if not a bit slower than usual.

They would shower, groom their hair, wash their clothes, clean their room and attend all activities with the other guys. They would even sleep their full hours, uninterrupted, and finish all of their food, rarely missing a meal.

But all of that feels robotic. An attempt to seem normal, to seem fine. When in reality, they feel gray on the inside. Dead. a walking corpse. A heaviness that settles in their chest like a rock. Sitting there, unmoving.

And more often than not, they wouldn't know why they're so upset, so down and dead and just not themselves. They might as well be in a coma because nothing feels real during those days.

Then they would be forgetful, less talkative, and their face would drop, drained out of any light and animated expressions they usually wear. They would laugh along to jokes that aren't even funny, to keep anyone from noticing that there's something wrong, that they're wrong.

But they couldn't keep having their episodes unnoticed. They're not sure who noticed first, out of 141, but they do remember how Soap would look at them. How even when he's talking and laughing loudly, he would glance at them, to study their reaction and face. But he wouldn't say anything, not yet at least.

He would then drag them with him as much as he can, and not necessarily make them speak, because he notices their silence, and the discomfort that would appear in their face when they're made to speak and actively participate in a conversation when they're not obligated to. He would fill in the space, with his chatter, but it would not be as loud, softer, a comforting murmur, a nice sound to focus on when they can't make themselves stop falling inside their head.

And then darling would lean against his side when they're sitting down and he's sketching on his knees, still talking and filling in the air. And he would wrap an arm around them and squeeze, his body heat comforting and welcome in those gray days. And when darling has to be somewhere without Soap, he would give them a much needed tight hug, all warm and big and long and soft.

"You'll be alright."

They find themselves hanging out with the 141 guys more often during their episodes. And Ghost is no exception. No matter what anyone says about the man's personality, whether he's cold hearted, emotionally unavailable or just straight out a bastard, they would never get it right, never, nobody knows him as much as he knows himself. But he does let out bits and pieces of himself to his mates. Because he trusts them.

Darling would be sitting next to Ghost, without saying a single word while he's cleaning his guns in similar silence. The only sound that could be heard is their breathing and Ghost's hands working on cleaning his weapons. But then darling did break their silence once, they don't know what urged them to open their mouth and speak, but they did.

"Thank you for being my friend."

Ghost's hands froze, and he just kept staring down at his guns when he lifted his head and looked to the side at the sergeant sitting next to him.

"Sergeant, are you suicidal?"

Darling was slightly taken back by the bold question. But that was Ghost for you. Asking direct questions when it mattered. Darling didn't take offense to his question but simply shook their head, "Negative, sir."

Ghost kept staring at them silently and reached out for their hand, gripping it and squeezing it in his gloved hands. Darling smiled a bit and didn't say anything after that, nor did Ghost.

Darling doesn't know if their words freaked their lieutenant out or not, but he did mention their very short conversation to their captain, John Price.

"Sergeant, I need you in my office, now."

Darling was a bit confused, raking their mind over any mistakes they did, or said anything wrong to anybody. And were even more confused when they couldn't think of anything they've done.

"You're not in trouble." John said as soon as they entered his office and sank down on the chair in front of his desk. Darling fidgeted with their fingers, unable to just sit still under Price's gaze.

John Price was the only man on base that Darling disliked interacting with during their episodes while simultaneously yearning for his attention and approval. His eyes could see everything, he knew everything.

They didn't like to be weak in front of Price. They don't like how easy it is for him to see and understand them. Even if it is one of the most relieving feelings in the world. It was scary. To face a man who could read you and so easily pin your vulnerabilities.

"Lieutenant Ghost told me what you said earlier today. He's worried about you and wanted me to check on you." Price said, arms crossed and leaning against his desk, staring down at them with a steady gaze.

He went straight to the point, no wasting time or breath.

Darling opened and immediately closed their mouth, unable to form a sentence or pick what to say, their mind was reeling and they had the urge to just spill everything to the man.

He does that to them, makes them want to lay out everything they are and stand naked in front of him and let him see every scar, every mole, every dip, every swell and every pore.

"Talk to me, honey." He said, so gently when he kneeled next to them, that it choked up Darling's throat.

Their eyes immediately blurred with tears, their breathing picking up and now heaving, struggling to breath.

"Breathe, aye?" Price said.

And it was as simple as that. Breathing. Breathing for their captain.

He wanted them to breathe? They will, with no question.

They're not sure if it's just his rank that makes them more obedient, more willing to obey and trust blindly. But they're too afraid to think too much about it. They're afraid they'll find a hidden layer under it.

"I- I feel useless. I feel lost and confused. I feel sick in my heart. I'm not happy, and I don't know why. And I want to be happy, to not feel like I'm not myself anymore. I want to feel good. I want to be good."

And just like that they spilled like an overflowing glass of milk.

Price's gaze softened even more, and he placed a big rough warm hand on their thigh, "Darling," He said and their heart jumped in their chest.

"With all due respect, you're not useless. If you were, I'm scared to think of what that would make us." He said, voice all deep and warm.

Darling cracked a small smile, looking at him with their hands on their lap and staring at him with big eyes, shiny and begging for praise and reassurance.

"You're more than enough, love. It's alright to feel like shite, but what's not alright is you keeping your hurt to yourself and making yourself sick with it. Talk to me, talk to us, you're safe. You're safe and good. You're so good."

A tear spilled down their cheek, staring at Price with their heart beating faster than a horse in their chest, their body heating up and feeling all warm and fuzzy and so loved they could suffocate with it.

"Come here." Price said before dragging his sergeant by the arms to engulf them in a big warm hug. His scratchy beard was pressed against their temple. But they didn't mind. Their captain smelled like cologne, mint and tobacco, but they didn't mind either. His grip on their body was tight, but they also didn't mind. Because their captain was good, solid, a constant force, safe and warm and understanding.

And that heavy stone that lodged in their chest was finally lifted and they could breathe again. They know this won't somehow heal them. To think so would be foolish and a joke. But this felt good nonetheless.

Their captain knows they will have their episodes, maybe not as often, maybe more often, who knows. But what he does know is that he'll set up a private therapist for them. And he'll make sure to remind Darling that they're part of 141. They're part of them, and they don't have to act as if they're fine, it's okay to be vulnerable, because they'll protect them, keep them safe from bad thoughts just like how they protect them from bloodthirsty enemies and bullets.

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #ghost angst #soap angst #john price angst #cod mw2 ghost #cod mw2 fanfic #cod mw2 fluff #ghost x gn reader #soap x gn reader #john price x gn reader #bubuslutty writes

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Hi!! So sorry to bother but I’m been fixated on Moon Knight for awhile and I haven’t seen any fics on Tumblr about the moon boys with a plus size!reader. When you had a sec, I’d appreciate maybe hcs about how they’d be with a chubby!reader!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Warnings: There's some mentions of reader being made fun of for their body and weight. Marc needs therapy but he refuses joke. Calling out Jake for being horny and that he would want reader to sit on his face but there's no actual smut or anything like that.

Author’s Snip: As a chubby/plus size person. I adore this request thank you so much, anon

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Steven has hearts in his eyes

He thinks you're so lovely with how soft you are

Literally doesn't mind one bit

Calls you his favorite stress toy because he likes to cuddle and squeeze you when he feels upset or stressed out, so it's endearing

He likes to lay his head on your thighs and stomach because its the softest parts of you

He will fall asleep and take a nap there and it will be the best sleep he's ever had

Him, Marc, and Jake could spend the whole night doing MoonKnight work and all he would need is an hour long nap and he's completely rejuvenated till he's able to come back home and actually get some sleep. It's crazy

Steven of course hates confrontation but would tell someone to leave you alone as soon as they start making comments about you

He hugs you from behind a lot and just stays there for a minute

Something about holding you and feeling how warm and soft you are just fixes everything that's making him upset

It's like a child with a teddy bear or blanket. He just holds you and everything's okay

Marc Spector

"I don't need therapy, I have chubby s/o"

So the whole holding you for a while and everything is okay effect also works on Marc

He could be having an episode where he's closed off and not doing well with communicating his feelings and then you just come in and give him a hug and it helps him come off of it a little

Marc has this habit of grabbing some of your chub or the parts of you that are squishy like you waist or cheeks, sometimes the butt if he's feeling more flirty

He actually doesn't know why he does it either

It's not to be mean. There's just something about holding it that scratches something in his brain just right

Your softness gives him a good amount of free serotonin and dopamine, that is why he uses cuddling and holding you as therapy

If anyone says shit then he's telling them to shut the fuck up with no hesitation

Marc refuses to believe that he falls asleep easily when you hold him. But with the softness of your body, the warmth, and you calmly breathing... he sleeps like a fucking baby

Literally nothing will wake him up, manz is gone

Jake Lockley

Jake Lockley is a man who firmly believes that chubby lovers are where it's at

To him, you being heavy means that you eat good

He is canonically a horny bastard so I think he'd like the extra chub because he also believes in more cushion for the pushin'

He likes to pick you up. It makes his ego bigger to show off how strong he is

Will literally bully someone for making fun of your body and weight

Jake calls guys who don't like chubby women/people "boys" because to him real men like them soft and heavy. If you can't pick them up then start lifting so you can and stop crying about it

When you two cuddle he's the big spoon every time. He likes holding you like that because it feels like he's holding a living pillow with how soft you are

Makes you sit on his lap, all the time, no buts

No you are not crushing him, he has thighs of steel and he's a literal vigilante hero who works with a god of the moon. Sit on his lap. It's fine

His hand is constantly, chronically, on your thigh. And he squeezes it a lot too

He is an ass man, yes, but all parts are good to him

And also, respectively... sit on his face please

If he suffocates that's fine. That's the way the gods intended him to go

Lives by the thickness and would die by the thickness

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader

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jjongscardigan · 2 months

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ENHYPEN and matching couple items!

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- cw: none!

- note: My first post! Sorry if this kind of sucks, I only had Jungwon in my mind and had to squeeze out the other members. 😅

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JUNGWON; Matching sweaters

I noticed that Jungwon likes oversized tops. From t-shirts to sweaters it's all oversized. That's why I see sweaters as his matching couple item. He'd be one of those people who wear "my bf ->" "<-my gf" sweaters proudly. He'd smile with stars in his eyes when you guys go out holding hands while wearing the sweaters.

HEESEUNG; Matching switches

NINTENDO SWITCH. You guys would trade the joy-cons after decorating them personally. You'd put on cute stickers and sign it and he'd do whatever the heck he does and sign it as well. You'd get all giddy when you guys are playing while snuggling together because he drew a heart near the joystick.

JAY; Matching guitar picks

Even though you don't play guitar he's the type to gift you a guitar pick anyway because it just means that he cares so much about you he shares a piece of his passion with you. It's just jewelry for you at this point, though he uses it occasionally to serenade you.

JAKE; Matching rings

Pinky ring till I get a wedding ring? Anyone? Jake is definitely loyal. I see him as someone who'd gift you a promise ring. He's carefully pick a pair that describes both of you and give it randomly while you guys are watching a movie. You guys would purposely show it off in random ways because you're just THAT couple. Ofcourse they're pinky rings. :)

SUNGHOON; Matching outfits

Sunghoon is, in my opinion, the second best fashion icon in Enha after Jay (maybe I'm biased, who knows...). Remember that one episode where he matched with Jake, that's what I mean. You guys don't always match outfits but when you do, you go all out. The exact same outfit. Honestly, it's adorable how happy you guys look when walking down the street looking like some alternative version of Team Rocket, ha!

SUNOO; Matching phonecases

My selfie king. I personally love his phonecases. Sunoo would spot a phone case stand while you guys are strolling through the outdoor market and drag you towards it. He'd excitedly look through all options and spot a pair that he likes. He'd let his hands wander over it to see your reaction. You'd play along and go "Oh, these look nice." and he'd go: "Ah, yes indeed. Do you want to match?"

NI-KI; Matching art supplies

If you're not out in the dance studio or shopping for new matching sets, you guys are at home painting. Ni-ki loves artistic stay-at-home dates. You're not as good as he is but that's the fun. He'd buy you guys pencils and paintbrushes with y'alls names engraved in it. You guys would do those challenges where you switch the canvas every ten minutes. Cuties!

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Masterlist!

Do NOT copy my work, thank you!

©jjongscardigan 2024

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jay #enha x reader #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen niki #enhypen heeseung #first time writing aah

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space-blue · 9 months

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Hi! I like your Arcane anaylses :) I wanted to ask for your opinion on why Sevika is celebrated and Marcus gets shamed? I mean, they basically did the same thing. Both betrayed their "friend(s)" - Vander and Grayson - for their personal beliefs.

Heya Anon, thanks, I'm glad you enjoy my meta! Hope you enjoy me disagreeing with your premise x'D

Sevika and Marcus have nothing in common imo. At no point in the show is it established that Sevika and Vander are friends. There are no outward signs of friendship. The person standing next to Vander and joking with Vander, and left in charge in episode 2 is Benzo.

We meet Sevika in a confrontational scene where she's against Vander. Vander doesn't meet her or anyone else's needs in that scene. He puts them all down and enforces, as he's been doing for years, The Status Quo. He doesn't listen, he's doing this meeting to reinforce that nothing should be done and enforcers left alone. Vander is ruling. He's the leader of the Lanes.

Sevika and Vander in that moment have conflicting interests. Sevika wants change. Sevika wants to lash back while Vander wants everyone to stay under the heel of Piltover, hoping that if they don't fight back the boot won't squeeze.

You can't blame Sevika for thinking that's crappy. She's making a life choice informed by her analysis of the situation. We don't know when she made her decision either, or for how long she's been hostile to Vander.

I'd argue too that there's a strong argument that Silco already has Sevika as an ally at that time :

He's famously untrusting.

The chemist I nicknamed Syd is at Vander's place riling people up with Sevika, and next scene he's manufacturing Shimmer for Silco, which can't be an easy process.

Silco has people spying on Vander AND his kids.

I think this telegraphs that Sevika has potentially been on his side for a while and was at the Last Drop to undermine Vander.

That's rough life politics. What can you do? You can't blame Sevika for having dreams of her own and seeing Vander as a massive obstacle on the way. Again, she's never shown to be one of his cronies and we have no clue about the nature of their relationship besides the fact she used to respect him. But we know so did Silco, and Vander has changed a lot.

On the other hand, Marcus has a very bad start…

He's an enforcer with a chip on his shoulder. I made this post theorising as to why… And it's whack and may be totally wrong, but it's clear Marcus is shown as going above and beyond in his hate of "trenchers". He uses slurs, is violent towards even children, and is happy to take bribes and underhanded deals in his goal of dragging said trenchers to jail.

He's also a doofus who doesn't realise what he's getting into. Blinded by his hatred and wading into dangerous waters. He's not smart enough to come on top and ends up being a tool.

Also… he's a COP. He's part of a system. He has a boss who he's NOT friend's with as far as we see, but he's her explicit subordinate and gets thrown around the office after disobeying her.

He put Grayson in a bad spot and led her to her death, failing his entire organisation by then not coming clean. He keeps dirty secrets that weigh him down, while Sevika is shown to be blunt and entirely truthful to Vi, Jinx, and even Silco.

He goes behind people's back, and sure, Sevika goes behind Vander's too. But Marcus is paid in literal blood money and never comes clean. Sevika is fine being open with her allegiences once shit hits the fan, and she's there for ideology, not self interest.

We don't know the details of Sevika's dream, but we know she keeps Silco on his toes. Silco's dream is the Nation of Zaun. Independance. Not the erradication of Piltovans.

Meanwhile Marcus just wants to throw children in jail, and DOES, again behind everyone's back.

Sevika is a bull. Marcus is a snake.

Sevika is making life choices and chosing who will serve her interests. She chose the anti hero who wants freedom for her oppressed people. Marcus is THE OPPRESSOR and a shitty one to boot who disobeys the very order he serves.

Funniest of all, I don't think Marcus was betraying Grayson. Her death was not part of "the deal". That asshole truly just wanted to arrest a kid and glean the recompense of a job well done. But there's no hint that he was trying to unseat Grayson.

In a way he's just as zealous as Sevika. He follows his hate and prejudices and she follows her principles. She doesn't mind bashing her own people to get to her goals, but Vander is literally doing Grayson's job for her. He's a freelancing cop and an enemy of any Zaunites dreaming of independence.

Vander has a stance, and Sevika has the opposite one.

The only person who perceives betrayal is Vi. But Vi is a child and doesn't understand politics at all. She's completely blinded by her love for Vander and her mindset of 'everybody is my enemy'. If she slowed down a bit, she might notice she and Silco want the exact same thing. Literally. A better world for Powder, and everyone like her. Vi is poisoned against Silco by Silco and Vander's fateful clash. It's perfectly understandable! I don't think it'd be easy to have her not be rightfully prejudiced against Silco.

But she IS our eyes for a lot of the story. We perceive Vander a lot through her extremely rose tinted view.

Sevika probably doesn't couch her own siding with Silco as a betrayal…

That being said, we don't know their backstory. Maybe Sevika was friends with Vander when they were younger? We have a picture of young Silco at the bar with Vander… did she know them both? Because then we can do anything you want.

My favourite take being that she took Silco's side after Vander's betrayal, but stayed out and public and was careful not be 'seen' with Silco. She's a true believer. I think if she had hesitations, learning Vander was sucking Grayson's toes most likely fully turned her away. That's just my prefered fanon, but if you have a fanon theory of her being Vander's friend, of course it'd colour your view. I just don't think the canon reactions of both characters really compare.

#anon ask #arcane #arcane meta #vander #silco #vi #jinx #sevika #marcus #arcane marcus #arcane vi #grayson #thanks for the ask

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000marie198 · 1 year

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I don't know if anyone else has talked about this already but, oh well!

So anyway, let's talk about the Chaos Council. It's made up of five different versions of Eggman.

Now remember my theory on how all the alternates are basically shattered parts of the original? That they're the aspects of the main characters taken to the extreme? Well, I believe the presence of the Chaos Council proves that theory. Cuz when you notice, there are no alternates of Eggman anywhere else throughout the Shatterverses but there are alternates of everyone else. This means all the Eggman alternates are in one place, aka New Yoke, as part of the CC. Why does that serve to prove that the alternates are shattered parts of a whole? Well, for many reasons but I'm gonna talk about three major ones.

Firstly, something that Mister Dr. Eggman said struck a chord while I was rewatching the premiere episode. While introducing the Chaos Council to Sonic, he said,

"One makes five, five makes one."

This dialogue literally and very clearly hints at them being 5 parts of a whole. A major clue or a foreshadowing if you will.

Secondly, their personalities. They all clearly reflect a certain major trait of Eggman. Introduction wise, Dr. Done-It is an aged man who likes to yell orders and complain.

He is literally, as Sonic would put it, a grumpy old man. That's the part of Eggman which gets annoyed at all the failed plans and groans in agitation and yells at his creations and curses out Sonic. Also the part that keeps urging to get a move on.

Next, there's Dr. Deep.

If his name and mannerisms aren't hinting enough, that's the part of Eggman that sometimes comes up at the end of the adventure when he's standing alone somewhere. The philosophical part, the part that expressed his feelings on Gerald, the part that would sometimes save Sonic because it wouldn't be a victory unless he's the one defeating his opponent. But this is not all, Deep is also the part which holds all of Eggman's battle prowess and drip. In short, he's the right-brained part of Eggman.

As for Dr. Don't, the emo teenager.

This is the guy who points out a clear cut obvious answer instead of dawdling . And he controls some remote features of the headquarters. He's constantly playing videogames and answers questions without even looking up. His brain is probably in constant activity, figuring things out, forming deductions and conclusions. This is the scientist side of Eggman. The one that holds 300 IQ and internally goes, "I'm surrounded by idiots." The one which is unable to get along with anyone because no one can think on his motive and level.

And then there's Babble, aka the angry baby.

One would think why someone like Eggman would have a baby as a part of his personality, right? Well, this baby is the most like Eggman out of all of them. Hear me out! Dr. Babble represents the anger and ruthlessness in Eggman. Babble, out of all of them, is Eggman's evil side. Babble loves torturing his victims and enjoys it, he demands that they harm their opponents and is merciless. Babble represents the part of Eggman that... destroyed the moon (get out of my head Snapcube dubs), unleashed the Metal Virus, Roboticizes mobians, all the mean stuff. And finally, the baby whines, a lot. All of Eggman's whining is squeezed in this one tiny baby.

Finally, the main member, Mister Dr. Eggman.

In my opinion, this guy is the aspect of Eggman that gloats and showboats. The one who gets absolutely smug and giddy if the plans are working, the part of Eggman that lets out those loud evil cackles and monologues. The face, so to speak. He is the part that makes Eggman go overconfident or reveal his plans or manipulates or banters, the part that makes him put his face as a logo on everything, the part that makes him build showy mechs and aircrafts and stuff.

Now that these people are discussed as various aspects of Eggman, let's get to the third and final major reason which indicates why the alternates are aspects of the originals; the Prism shards. When the Paradox Prism broke, it was broken up into five shards; yellow, red, blue, green, purple. There are five shards and five Eggman alternates.

But wait.

Why are there five alternates of Eggman when we have only come across three for the rest of the characters? Why don't the numbers add up? Well, good question. And my theory is that since the Prism broke up into five shards, there should be five sets of everything! Five shards, five Shatterworlds, five sets of alternates. There are already five of Eggman. This means there are still two shards missing and two sets of alternates we haven't seen. We know the purple shard belongs to The Grim because its gateway was purple and its entrance was in the shape of the purple shard. And we haven't seen Rouge's main alternate like we've seen Nine, Thorn and Dread. That's going to be the world where the yellow shard resides.

But this all leaves another mystery. Five shards means five worlds and five sets of alternates, right? We already know about all five alternates of Eggman, we already know the colors of the five shards (Red, Green, Blue, Yellow, Purple), and we know about four of the five worlds while the one associated with yellow shard hasn't been shown in the series yet. That world would contain its own set of alternates. That makes four sets of alternates. What about the fifth? Where are the alternates that, logically, should belong to The Grim? Where are they? Excluding yellow, what happened to the fifth world and its alternates? Where is the purple Shard that is associated with The Grim? What happened to this world and its inhabitants?

#also #did you guys know that Nine is the only character with Neutral alignment on the main Fandom wiki page?#everyone else is either good or evil but Nine is neutral #officially #if a character has that much knowledge and can change the tides AND is aligned officially as neutral u know he's a v imp character #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic #sonic prime spoilers #chaos council #mr dr eggman #dr dont #dr done-it #dr deep #dr babble #paradox prism #sth #analysis #fan theory

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🦋 Admin Afra talks:

I wanna recommend an anime to you to make you smile from the bottom of your heart. I watched ( Buddy Daddies ) anime yesterday and this anime has become one of my comfort animes. I love father-daughter relationships, and in my opinion, every story and anime needs one of these relationships because it's so cute. Now imagine what would happen if there were two dads instead of one. Also, I'm glad the anime didn't try to force a gay relationship between the two men. I am not a big fan of Yaoi anime. To be honest, I am not a fan of Yaoi and Yuri at all. I'm not saying I hate it, I just don't like this genre. I have not tried to watch Yaoi until now, maybe I will try it later and change my opinion about it. But what was so lovely about this anime was that it didn't try to go with a forced romance. Kazuki and Rei were two friends that a little girl changes their lives and they understand how much this girl is dear to them and decide to change because of this girl.

Story:

Plot Story: Well, at first glance, you think this anime is very similar to Spy x Family, but in my opinion, this anime was better than that. The comedy of the story and the relationship between parents and children was depicted much more attractively. It was very admirable that this story was related to the mafia but tried to maintain a sweet and family atmosphere. And that in the final episodes, we saw a combination of drama, action and the beautiful love of two fathers for their daughter. I was so hooked that I couldn't wait to see the next episode.

Characters:

Miri: Cute, simple and lovely little girl. Miri is very cute and kind. I swear, whenever she smiles, I want to hug her and squeeze her so that she suffocates. I know that her daddies will kill me. I was very upset when I heard the truth about Miri's real parents. I don't know if this is true or not, but I'm glad Miri's real parents are dead. Miri is a pure and innocent girl and deserves to always smile. She should be with her daddies. Those two are better parents for Miri.

Kazuki: Dad as a lovely mom. I love that he became Miri's daddy in such a profound way from the first time he met her. It's as if he's been waiting all his life for the moment when a child calls him daddy. Kazuki's relationship with Miri is sometimes very funny. That he thinks so much about Miri's future and does not want any boy to approach Miri. He is a very cute dad. Kazuki's past and the death of his wife and child were very sad for me. Maybe that was the reason why Kazuki was so afraid of change. But he has Miri now. A girl who really loves him and makes him happy. Kazuki deserves this happy and beautiful family.

Rei: I fell in love with Rei at first sight. His character and style are very cool. He was always tired and playing games or killing people. I love that in his first meeting with Miri he told Kazuki I can shoot that girl to complete our mission and in the last he turned into a man saying Miri is my daughter. Don't you dare to hurt her, otherwise I will kill you myself. Rei needed more time than Kazuki to get to know Miri and become attached to her. On that first day, he even refused to hug Miri, but he slowly approached her, he told the guards that she is my daughter and hugged her, he played with her, he slept in Miri's arms, he took care of her when she was sick, to the party He went to Miri's kindergarten and encouraged her, and in the end, he fought with his family, his own father to protect Miri. It was very interesting that in the end, Kazuki suggested that Miri be sent to an orphanage in another city so that she would be safe, but Rei refused and said that he wanted to stay with Miri for the rest of his life and raise her like his own daughter. Rei made a lot of progress. I swear I wanted to cry when he talked to his father about his love for Miri. Rei has really fallen in love with Miri and loves her more than anyone else. According to him, he was just like a walking dead before he meet Miri, but now he knows the meaning of life and he doesn't want to lose it. Miri is his dear daughter.

Kyo: He had a mysterious personality and considering that he worked for the Suwa family, it was natural. When he said that he wanted to take care of Miri, I was very scared and said that if he finds out the truth, he will surely kill Miri, but what did he do instead? He made a special juice for Miri and called her my princess. This man is an exemplary father. The close bond he developed with Miri and helping Rei and Kazuki take care of Miri was so sweet.

Misaki: I hated her as a mother. I was very angry that she left Miri to go back to her mafia lover. She is your daughter, Bitch. But in the end she also changed. When she got cancer, she realized how precious Miri was to her. She decided to be a good mother to make Miri happy in her last moments. The fact that she regretted what she did is valuable to me, but to be honest, I am happy that she is dead, she does not deserve to be a mother for Miri. She could not be a good mother to Miri.

At the end of this story, it had a wonderful ending. Kazuki and Rei get the happiness they deserve, and Miri lives a happy life with two men who love her more than anyone else. If you want to have happy moments for a few short moments, I suggest you watch this anime.

#buddy daddies #miri unasaka #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #admin talks #admin afra talks

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (10/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: very few tbh... it's just- it's really long.

Summary: Senator Amidala is given three jedi bodyguards after her life is sought after again. Obi-Wan, You, and Anakin must protect her, and figure out why her life is constantly in danger.

A/n: 22 hours from now i will be watching the next episode, and someone said they suspected we were gonna get a shirtless obi-wan (fingers fkn crossed). also thank you guys so much for your feedback, it means the world to me and I love seeing how everyone is enjoying the story! if there's anything specific you'd like to see in this series, please let me know, because I only have so many ideas tbh (although i still have a general plot following the next 12 years oop-)

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"Try to contain yourself, Anakin, it's just another mission," Obi-Wan sat down after delivering the news of your three's next assignment.

"Yes, but master, it's a mission with a pretty girl," You smirked across the room, earning a glare from your fellow padawan.

Anakin used the force to make the water you took a sip of flow faster, so you nearly choked on it. You set the cup down, throwing one of the pillows beside you in his direction. He looked so upset that you would possibly tease him about his nerves.

"You've never met her before, she's unlike anyone I know, and I haven't seen her since I was young."

"You still are young, Anakin," Obi-Wan wasn't really paying that much attention to the conversation anymore, as he'd picked up his holopad to check the schedule.

"You know what I mean. I was only a boy at the time," He corrected his earlier statement, standing up and beginning to pace around the room.

"So, what does that make you, now?" You chided, earning the return of the pillow that you'd launched at him. "Don't worry, Anakin. I'm sure the senator will think you are a man's man."

Your valiant attempt at poking fun at him was cut short when your master stood to his feet as well, walking between you both before a worse quarrel could commence in the living space.

"If you both are quite done, we're supposed to report to the senator and her team of security within the hour," He held out a hand to help you to your feet, and let you walk in front of him as you all made your way to the door.

It had been about two months since the kidnapping on Ryloth and the rescue from Hoth, and though it was a traumatic experience for all of you, it didn't take long to fall back into the swing of things.

There were however a few small gestures that had changed, knownst to you, yet somehow unmeaningful. The way Obi-Wan would keep his hand at the small of your back as you would walk through small corridors, the way he would pick up your hand in his and give it a gentle squeeze if he sensed you were anxious.

You dreamt the day he rescued you that he'd been so happy you were in his arms again that he kissed you, only once, and never again. It felt so much more real than your other dreams, but you chalked that up to the fact that he was actually there that time.

You thought about it often, how he could be so relieved to see you that he would go against the jedi code and make such an action of endearment, breaking the law of attachment completely. You knew he never would, so you quietly disregarded those thoughts, leaving them to the back of your mind for only the end of the day.

Obi-Wan thought about it often, too. Although he was ashamed of what he'd done in the moment, the longer he thought about it, the more he craved more actions such as those. He craved something more than a mentorship, and though it felt wrong in the presence of others, there were times, like when he would read to you in the library, when he could contemplate it being the best thing in the world. He knew that someday you would outgrow his teachings and become a knighted Jedi. He knew that at some point you wouldn't be so close to him as you were now, but if there was just the slightest chance that you felt the same way about him, he wanted to give you subtle hints. So subtle that perhaps they might go unseen, but enough to let you know he liked being that close to you, liked holding your hand or placing his hand at your waist when a stranger walked by.

He even helped wrap you in your cloak on the way out of the apartment just now, leading the way, but still making sure you walked next to him, not behind him. Anakin, bless him, in his state of current anxiety, was all too happy to bring up the rear.

The speeder ride to the senator's living accommodations was rather short, and though no one said anything, Anakin's presence left a thick tension in the air, even though you hadn't quite arrived at the real destination.

As soon as you all stepped into the elevator, Obi-Wan could feel how tight the space had become, and all because of Anakin and his worries. Though you teased him about it, you were very intrigued to know of this mystery woman that had him under such a predicament.

"You seem a little on edge," Obi-Wan said, and you snorted at his choice of words. 'A little' didn't even begin to compare.

"Not at all."

Standing on the other side of Anakin, you felt the need to soothe him, if only for the fact that you felt bad about your jokes before. You placed a hand at his shoulder, gripping it softly before letting it fall back to your side.

"I haven't seen you this tense since we fell into that nest of Gundarks," Obi-Wan continued. Surely, he knew what the trouble was, but as aforementioned, he hadn't really been paying attention until now.

"You were the ones who fell into that nightmare, master... And I rescued you, remember?"

Yes, you remembered it well. Although it was Obi-Wan who had clumsily fallen in, and you only slid after him because you lost your balance trying to grab him out of the way. You shuddered at the memory of mud caking your clothes and hands. You hated the feeling.

"Oh, yes," He chuckled under his breath, turning to see Anakin with his jaw and fists tightly clenched. "You're sweating. Relax, take a deep breath."

"I haven't seen her in ten years, Master."

Why did it matter so much to Anakin what this senator thought of him after ten years? He was an adult now and hadn't been when they met. Surely, she wouldn't still look at him as a small child, that would be completely foolish and ridiculous to believe.

"Here, let me help," you raised your hand to the back of his head, closing your eyes and focusing quickly, knowing there was little time before you would step out of the elevator. You detected the nerves, and how they rippled along his signature, causing bouts of fear to arise in him over the small build ups. You grabbed hold of a few of them, not sure if you could carry them all, and pulled them away from his mind, as always, leaving only good things that surrounded them instead.

"That's better, thank you."

You were greeted by the loud and obnoxious voice of Jar Jar Binks as soon as the doors opened. You had only met him once before, for diplomacy reasons, and always thought of him as a rambunctious fella. He was always great for a good laugh whenever in anyone's presence, you could surely say that.

He led you all into the main room, where a group of people surrounded one lovely woman, the senator. You were certain it was her, because even you were captivated by her beauty almost instantly. You well understood what Anakin had been fearing all this time. He feared rejection. He had to have. She was so lovely, and if he felt for her the way you thought he did, it meant he didn't want to lose favor in her sight.

"It's lovely to see you again, malady," Obi-Wan greeted, and you were sure that when you looked over at him, he would be enraptured by her as well. He... wasn't. How strange.

"It's been far too long, Master Kenobi," she smiled, and oh how her eyes shined like stars when she did. "...Ani? My goodness you've grown."

"So have you," Anakin replied, stepping forward with a look on his face you knew all too well. He was trying to be smooth... oh no. "Far more beautiful I mean..."

You raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes in surprise. He was so nervous only a minute ago, he never would have said anything like that. You mentally thanked yourself for helping him in the elevator, seeming that you also helped yourself to be entertained.

"Well, for a senator I mean."

???

What did he think that was going to fix? He certainly hadn't rehearsed his words to her, which was a bit strange, because you remember when he had a crush on another padawan a few years back, and he practiced talking to her in the refresher mirror. He was upset that you caught him, hence the schedule that Obi-Wan had promptly put in place.

The senator seemed to be amused by his antics, as were you, and everyone else in the room.

"Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine."

Oh man. Oh man. Did she just-?

Well now you felt bad for him. He had clearly been excited to see her again, albeit nervous, and she just shot him down as if he were an enemy fighter ship.

"I'm sorry if I don't recognize you, but have we met before?" She asked, turning to you, and you were quick to forget about Anakin and offer her a kind smile.

"I believe I have never had the pleasure, Malady. I am Master Obi-Wan's second padawan, I've been training with Anakin for the past several years," you bowed to her with respect, but she wasn't one for formalities, you could tell. You sensed it in her.

"How wonderful to hear, I didn't know a Jedi Master could obtain more than a single padawan at once," She seemed a bit confused, and for good reason, but Obi-Wan was quick to step in and clear it up for her.

"She was my designated padawan before Anakin had come to the order, so the council was gracious enough to allow me the honor or training them both."

The way he spoke was always so entrancing. The way he worded his sentences and made them flow like poetry every time he talked. You let your eyes linger on him a bit too long, and it was only when his turned back to you that you broke out of it. Everyone's eyes landed on you again, and it appeared you had missed a question.

"I'm sorry, I missed that," your face became red with embarrassment, and you waited for whoever it was to repeat the question again.

"I was wondering about your Jedi class. Are you a guardian like Master Obi-Wan and Anakin?" The senator asked with a gentle a patient look on her face. You could tell she was a kind leader, and probably beloved by all... except those who were trying to kill her.

"Oh, I'm a consular, although I sense I have some guardian tendencies," you answered, and when you glanced back at Obi-Wan, he was still looking at you with a proud smile. You loved that smile, dammit.

"How exciting, I'm sure everyone in the order is proud to have two such promising future Jedi," she commented, leading everyone into the sitting area to discuss the terms of this assignment.

Not everyone, you thought, knowing that practically the entire council, outside of Master Yoda were not in your favor.

The conversation from this point forward bored you to no end. Running security was not your forte, you much preferred diplomatic missions, where you got to converse on specific topics that otherwise would be forbidden in the order. It was frowned upon that any Jedi have a political opinion, or at least a public stance on one. You weren't exactly into politics, but you enjoyed including yourself in debates when it came to rather intellectual company. Obi-Wan could definitely attest to the fact that you were good at arguing, as well as Anakin, too.

At one point in the discussion, Anakin spoke out about how useless your three's presence was, on account of local security already being there. He was looking into more of an investigation type of assignment, and apparently, this was not what he was hoping for. To be fair, you would much rather be on the hunt for the person that was in charge of initiating these assassination attacks, but you were also looking forward to getting to know the senator. She seemed to be a kind and intelligent woman, whom you would very much enjoy the company of.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mystery surrounding this threat will be revealed," she finished the conversation gracefully, standing to her feet and excusing herself to retire.

You and Obi-Wan were following along with the security officer in charge of the senator's day to day travels, making sure you were clear on what the plans for tonight were, but you both overheard Anakin talking about the senator, Padme, as he had called her.

"You're focusing on the negative Anakin, be mindful of your thoughts... She was pleased to see us," Obi-Wan encouraged his distraught padawan, and you couldn't help but smile at the way Anakin had behaved on her behalf. He had it bad. "Now, let's check the security."

You were sleeping soundly, laid on the couch in the middle of the night when Obi-Wan returned upstairs.

Anakin had assured you he was fine to take first watch, or any watch for that matter, and knowing how he presumably felt for the senator, you knew you could entrust her into his capable hands while you caught a bit of sleep.

"Has she been out long?" Obi-Wan asked, sitting down beside you for only a moment, resting the back of his hand against the skin of your cheek, before running two fingers through the unruly strands of your hair.

"Only about a half hour or so," Anakin responded, pacing the room with an ounce of boredom clouding his mind.

After Anakin explained to Obi-Wan that Padme had suggested to use herself as bait, Obi-Wan grew a bit more tense with his padawan's decision to allow it.

"I can sense everything going on in that room," he promised, showing his master his confidence in a situation of danger. It scared Obi-Wan, if only slightly, that he wasn't showing as much restraint in this mission as he was supposed to. "Trust me."

Obi-Wan wanted to trust him, really, he did. He wanted to be able to say he was ready for something like this. Normally, he would be considered so, but due to the special circumstances concerning Padme, and Anakin's ever-growing arrogance, Obi-Wan simply couldn't let him take the lead on this one.

Later in the night, Obi-Wan took watch, but Anakin never laid to rest. When he was questioned of it, it was revealed that he was suffering yet again with bad dreams. Ones of his mother.

"Dreams pass in time," was Obi-Wan's response, but it was hardly the truth. He knew the extent of what his and your dreams normally went to, and they never just stopped, but more so got worse as they went on.

"She's been good to help me all this time, I can't bring myself to ask any more of her," Anakin nodded to you, sleeping soundly, dreaming of a specific pair of cerulean blue eyes whilst you snored softly.

"She cares for you more than she will admit," Obi-Wan smiled with a shake of his head. He loved it when you teased Anakin, because it kept him somewhat grounded. You had always been rather humble about your abilities, though in comparison to others, there was so much you could do, including help Anakin with the nightmares.

"She has them too, doesn't she?" Anakin asked, almost certain he knew the answer. He'd heard you next door to him a couple times and had heard Obi-Wan leave his room to tend to you.

"Sometimes," he confessed. He didn't want to expose you, but he knew there was no harm in letting him know he wasn't alone in his struggle.

"Does she ever tell you what they're about?"

Obi-Wan remembered one of the nights you awoke, crying and clinging to him, as you often did in that state of panic. He remembered asking you what happened, and you were very quick to comply. You'd told him that talking about it in the open air always helped ease your mind. Telling him of the things you knew weren't real as he held you, so that you could get it off your chest.

"Us, mostly."

Anakin furrowed his brows and turned his head to you. You had rolled over, and your hair was now falling in mops off the cushion of the couch. You were like his sister, and he cared for you deeply, and he didn't like the idea of you worrying over him in your dreams.

"Sometimes the only thing that can help her sleep again is to feel our signatures near her own."

Anakin thought about that sentence for a moment. He was almost comforted in his own dismay at the fact that you sought comfort in his and Obi-Wan's force presence.

"I don't mean this as a slight to you Anakin, but perhaps you could learn something from her. She keeps herself centered, and shuts out the distractions," Obi-Wan said, unaware that he himself were the biggest distraction you had ever faced. It would do you well to know that he hadn't noticed it, or rather, was ignoring that it could even be a possibility.

"I'm sure I could learn much from her, she's gifted with the force in ways the council does not recognize."

Obi-Wan soon after had changed the subject, unwilling to discuss your constant problems with the council, or rather, the constant problems they seemed to pick with you. It went on for several minutes more before both heads snapped towards the room, and you sat up from your slumber, startled by a riff in the force.

"I sense it, too," Obi-Wan said, and they both lunged for the room immediately.

Upon entry, Anakin jumped onto the bed, killing two small creatures who were being used to do immense harm to the senator, who had also been startled awake by all the commotion.

You were late to run into the room, and barely caught sight of Obi-Wan as he jumped out the window, grabbing hold of the droid that seemed to be a culprit in delivering the death trap.

"Stay here with the senator, I'll go get him," Anakin told you, running out of the room soon after he came. You were in a mess of confusion, still hazy from just waking up, and went over to Padme to see if there was anything she needed. Her lady maids were by her side, so you stood at the edge of the bed to ask:

"Are you alright?"

She seemed to be calming down from a rush of adrenaline, and you could sense her heart beating rapidly, even now, when the threat had initially been disposed of.

"Yes, I am," she answered, her hand over her chest, but she didn't sound convincing. She kept looking around the room, as if she was subconsciously searching for something.

You nodded anyway, stepping back until she dismissed the others away, claiming that you would be fine enough to protect her until the others returned.

"I thank you for your confidence in me, Malady," you sat on the bench that was near her bed, looking out the broken glass window and watching everything with an attuned sense.

"Anyone trained by Master Kenobi must be fit to protect me," she offered, noticing the awkward way you sat and patted the space beside her for you to join.

You did so thankfully, nodding your respects and getting comfortable.

"I'm happy to be in your service, and I hope to be of aid to you in this whole mess," you said, chuckling with your words to hopefully put her at ease. You had stretched your force presence around her as well, hopefully making a difference in her ongoing speedy heartrate.

"I'm very grateful to you all, I know you would probably have other, more exciting assignments right now if it wasn't for me."

"On the contrary, I am thrilled to have a chance to get to know a senator," you smiled, pausing to decide whether or not you should test the waters of her thoughts of your colleague. "I presume Anakin is on cloud nine just being able to see you again. He seems to admire you."

"I suppose he does... I remember when we first met, he asked me if I was an angel," she said, laughing slightly at the memory. You rolled your eyes, because that was absolutely something Anakin would do, even as a boy. "He said I was beautiful."

"I suppose you still think of him as that little boy you met," you were being sneaky, or at least you thought you were. She didn't exactly know where you were headed, but by now had figured out that you were acting on Anakin's interest.

"I'm not sure. He's definitely changed... he's much taller now," she joked, and even you were a bit surprised. Here she was, senator of Naboo, having just survived an assassination attempt, and she was laughing about your fellow padawan, which just so happened to be your favorite past-time.

"As someone who has had to share a living space with him for ten years, I can assure you the only thing that has changed was his height."

She was so easy to talk to, and you could already feel yourself allowing a connection to her, something you did with very few people. Not because you didn't trust them, but often times because they couldn't seem to trust you. You wondered why she was so quick to address you so plainly, as if you had been friends all your lives. You supposed she was just kind that way.

It was nearing sunrise before you had finally been able to tire her out enough that she felt safe to sleep again. It was also the time that Obi-Wan and Anakin had returned.

"Where have you been? What happened?" You approached them with a certain tone of voice, they knew not to beat around the bush. You weren't demanding, but direct, and the look on your face was stern.

"We chased the assassin into a bar in the city. We tried to interrogate, but she was shot by a bounty hunter, whom we think is responsible for all the attempts on senator Amidala's life."

"Do you know where the bounty hunter left to?" You put the pieces together rather fast, and given that said hunter was not in their capture, you knew it was likely that he got away.

"We're not sure, but he left us a clue. I have a friend I can speak with about it, but until then, we need to only worry about getting the senator off world," Obi-Wan said, stepping past you and going to speak with Padme's head officer.

Anakin seemed distraught, and when he sat down on the couch behind him, his shoulders sank.

"Hey lover boy," you quickly regretted the choice of words for the glare you soon received after they were uttered. "Calm down, I have good news."

"No, you don't," he gave you a second look you knew all too well. He was annoyed and preparing for you to tell him something that was meant as a prank.

"Yes, actually. I do," you sat across from him and smiled cheekily. Now he was really afraid. You were up to something, that much he could tell. "I spoke with Padme."

"She asked you to call her Padme?" he asked with a certain jealousy that was completely unwarranted.

"That's not the point. We spoke about you," you watched to see if he would connect the dots, but he only looked at you, an inquisition upon his features. "I think, and I could be wrong, but she gave me strong reason to believe that she might find interest in you now that you're grown."

"You're playing games with me again," his face dropped, and he moved to stand up, but you pushed him back in his seat, looking at him completely serious, now.

"I am not, I promise."

Well, you were good for your word, and he knew because you'd always kept your promises to him before, however small. You felt it was a good part of character to be a woman of your word. This changed things, and Anakin smiled widely, soon letting you mirror him.

"Well then I guess I will be acquiring your help," he said, standing and offering you a hand to your feet as well.

"Help with what?" You mused, following him into the next room.

"Winning over the lovely senator."

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hanasnx · 2 years

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Love how you portray Ani with your writing 👀 I was wondering about what your thoughts are on Anakin and Jealousy? I was thinking about how Ani might get insecure more easily but the reader wouldn’t really catch on cause they’re genuinely not interested in anyone but him… or I could imagine this in reverse too tbh but maybe him maybe being a lil but cocky about it yk (and I imagine that this could lead something a bit more steamy if you know what I mean)

hi you’re gorgeous i love jealous anakin i love toxic anakin i’m here for both concepts.

these were my thoughts on anakin’s jealousy, and a little bit about how reader handles it. some of it is a little bit “crack fic” material maybe, or maybe not who knows. i just had a lot of fun using some of my notes :) suggestive stuff and established (fwb?) relationship ahead—

anakin has always had a warped relationship with jealousy, i imagine, and it would start of with things like getting jealous over obi wan patting the head of another child padawan instead of anakin’s when he was a young boy. obi wan would never have showed any favoritism, but to anakin he doesn’t quite grasp why obi wan doesn’t give him more attention that he already does.

of course he cant talk to obi wan about that.

as i’ve seen in TCW— which i felt like was pretty in character for hayden!anakin— was how anakin walked in on rush clovis trying to kiss his wife padme, and he beat the shit out of him without thinking another thought.

it’s always 0 to 100 with that kid.

i think that at first, you think it’s hot that anakin gets jealous. how adorably possessive. but when you have to get in the middle of a bar fight it’s exhausting. you’d quarrel with him about it, because all the guy did was touch you, but to anakin that means permission to step in. and when anakin steps in, it’s like when a bull sees red.

it’s not something we see him grow out of, because in episode 3 he’s yelling at the council for not making him a master, which i think stemmed from a place of jealousy. how his vast accomplishments and power should’ve earned him the seat, and that he deserves one as a master jedi. and then ofc the whole “i saw you with obi wan, padme i’m gonna choke you now” it escalated in seconds just from seeing them together and jumping to his own conclusions.

hes a real “you’re the most jealous man i know” “you know other men?” type (like that meme djksdj)

now that ive gotten my info in order, lets get to the good bits

☥ anakin and you would have a secret relationship. whether it was fwb, or more than that, it’s not an excuse you get to use often as a fail safe if a guy can’t take a hint or take the answer no. there are other times, where you lean into the conversation, let him flirt a little cos you think he’s cute (especially if you and anakin have labeled your relationship as an fwb). you wanna get out there more, and this guy seems nice enough.

now anakin, who can’t let you know he’s jealous (because youre either fwbs or just romantic partners, and he cant have his sense of urgency giving anything away to you or to bystanders), decides to make it your problem that youre flirting with someone in his vicinity. so he squeezes in. in between you and this guy. stands in between you, faces you entirely, to ask you a question. as innocent as ever.

“where’d you stash those power converters?”

“ani, i’m a little busy right now,”

“so tell me and i can get out of your hair.”

“ugh, um, i think in the storage in the west wing.”

it’s the fact he asserted his dominance that leaves him satisfied to leave. (didn’t acknowledge the guy you’re with, faced you entirely, and cut in between you two). however, as time goes on, and you get more bold with whoever you decide to flirt with (or let flirt with you), anakin does the same.

☥ if he sees you with someone new, especially if you’re smiling and hes around your age, anakin will talk to you about it after. “i don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“he was cute,”

“he looked like a murderer.”

“stop making up reasons for me not to go out with somebody, i deserve happiness.”

“his eyes were too close together, that’s how you know he’s a murderer.”

it’s almost comical.

☥ you mention a new guy in passing and anakin’s first thought is “Is he trying to sleep with you?” and you tilt your head at him with a sort of :/

“ani, darling, just because you wanted to bed me the second we met doesn’t mean everybody does.”

“i want you to know, (y/n), my senses are fine tuned when it comes to you and anticipating the intentions of those around you.”

“you’re guessing,”

“i’m guessing.”

☥ if he saw you at a bar, and a guy managed to worm his way into your interest, anakin invites himself in. and whispers dirty things in your ear before you realize what he’s doing.

just loud enough for the stranger to hear, “i can’t stop thinking about last night. you’re so experienced, it was unlike anything i’ve had before.” and he straightens, “call me.” and grins at the guy you’re with before he leaves. the guy is now getting up to leave—

i wrote some notes about this particular subject ill just plop here hehehe:

☥ im absolutely here for anakin struggling against his jealous and possessive behavior bcos you and him arent “together”. having to stay unattached means he had a very hard time letting go of the fact you liked it when some other guy had his hands all over you trying to show you how to shoot a blaster

you were born with a blaster in your hand, your dad was a hunter and taught you how to use one to kill and then how to skin the animal, your whole life you’ve had one on your for emergency purposes in your criminal line of work, you know how to take any model apart and put it back together, modify it to fit your needs, use them in the war you fought in alongside anakin

and some guy is behind you, correcting your stance and wrapping his arms around yours, showing you where to aim and youre letting him. giggling at whatever he’s whispering in your ear

and anakin is watching from afar.

☥ “what’s she doing?” he asks rex

rex glances at you, “oh, it looks like she’s getting acquainted with our new bombs expert, sir.”

“and why would she be doing that?” anakin gestures to your scheme of pretending not to know how to aim

“he gives us better deals, sir. especially when he’s in a good mood.”

“i can put him in a better one.”

anakin strolls over and tells the bombs expert to show him how to use a blaster. when the guy starts moving his arms for him, anakin is like “no no. like you showed her,” and points to you. and the guy stands behind him (shorter than anakin btw so hes gotta lean over to see past anakin’s shoulder) and you’re behind them literally struggling to not laugh out loud.

you’re red in the face. hand covering your eyes which are tearing up from laughter. smile plastered on your lips bcos you can’t control it. you peek out at anakin letting this guy struggle to show him how he was showing you KSKSND

☥ you elbow him while you’re hiding your face but he can see how red you are. “what? what’d i do?” he asks, completely innocent

“why’d you do that?” you say through your snickers

“i wanted him to see how stupid he was being.”

“you’re lucky it was fucking funny. hopefully he’ll still call me.”

“oh, in that case,” anakin turns to go back and you gotta grab his arm

☥ “you know how to use a blaster.”

“i just liked how excited he was to show me.”

“why?”

“you didn’t see him? he was tall, handsome—“

“i’ve heard enough.”

“why are you pissed off?”

“because i didn’t like it.”

☥ however you don’t mind the hard jealous sex you get from anakin after—

☥ “i like it when you’re jealous,” you say as you take off his clothes

anakin, through gritted teeth, “yeah. and i’m getting real tired of it.”

i always love having somewhere to put some of my notes, hopefully this wasnt too ooc for anakin i get pretty anal about that sometimes cos im obsessed with him. feel free to ask me to explore this idea more!!! ty for the message!!

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I saw many posts saying they hate this ep and the show now, but here I’m like…. I love every bit of this ep??

I want to squeeze everything in this one post, but that’ll be a lot, a lot a lot. So this one first, I’m gonna showering my love to the locker room discussion scene and the Jamie Keeley scene.

Locker room discussion

This! This is the exact reaction we can get from a bunch of men when they found out about women’s videos being leaked. Some will have dirty thoughts with it (Colin - I know he’ll never do it, but in generally speaking, yes, men does that); some will feel once those photos/videos been sent to them, meaning that they belong to them so they don’t have to delete at all; some lay blame on women for recording/taking those content; others feel completely fine with it, the ones to condemn are those leaking; some just let their exes delete those themselves. We are not colours, we are not white or grey or black, we are just flawed human. And flawed human makes mistakes. No one is completetly “white” nor “black”, and this show has demonstrated it quite clearly and has not tried to conceal it from the beginning. We have shitty thoughts, we do shitty stuffs all the time. So I don’t think any characters got ooc-ed in this scene.

I know it is not morally right for anyone to use others’ private stuffs for entertainment without their permission, whether it’s for a joke or not. Colin said shitty thing. He straightforwardly stated that he did not want to delete it, though he has a point saying others leaking are to blame. But in the end, it’s scary to think someone still has your private stuffs in their possesion. Colin did shitty thing too.

But you know. People can change for the better, and that’s why we’re watching Ted Lasso. Isaac, Jamie, Sam they all have a right reaction to this kind of situation, so they were helping their friends think right and do right too. Everybody, sad or not (Richard baby I’m proud of you), willingly deleted their exes stuffs off their phones. In the end of the day, that’s what important. Even Colin, the one who openly opposed to that idea, also found a small place for himself to deal with it.

Some said Isaac honoured people’s privacy, only seconds later he snapped Colin’s phone himself. Isaac was pretty clear with Colin’s reactions, Colin even didn’t stay with the whole team for the mass deletion, he just walked away without specifying any reasons. Also, he said fuck off to him with pretty serious expression, why so agressive man, Isaac might think. Isaac had to do what he thought was right at the moment: took away Colin’s phone and deleted everything himself.

I’m gonna detour a little bit right here. The whole scene got on my nerves. I screamed out loud, and my head could not stop spinning for the next 10 minutes. Omfg would you look at Colin’s face right there. First it was horrified, then it was distressed, later was worried, anxious and finally was defeated. Colin would never want Isaac to find out this way. He tried his fucking life to conceal and played it cool under this supreme toxic football environment, he was not ready for this kind of confrontation, especially from his bestest friend. Isaac used to have homophobic comments, what if he felt the same towards Colin? That fierceful side-eye, that shocked impression, killed pretty much Colin from the inside. But luckily, Isaac’s face neutrolised, he nodded in empathy, he knew what was Colin going through just now. Still, this new information was too much to handle at the moment. He did need some time for himself, for Colin as well. For the next episode, I still think Isaac would going through his acceptance phase, he thought he knew Colin but it turns out he knew nothing. By the end of Ep 9, he would realise how much Colin had to suffer all these years, and he would fucking murder anyone who dares to disrespect Colin and he would cherish his friend even more. I’m not that worried about the situation between Colin and Isaac, what terrifies me is “Roy is asked to so a press conference”. What…? Would it be about Colin??? If it would, I’m going die and and cry endlessly from my grave.

OK back from my detour. I literally finished the whole episode first, after that I replayed this locker room scene, and it makes me love Phil’s acting even more. Jamie first reaction towards the leaking thing was pretty unbothered. Don’t get me wrong, he was still awared of how bad the situation was, it’s just it was not his fault so he did not feel guilty. When Sam mentioned Keeley also got involved, Jamie froze right at the moment. He startled as fuck and was spaced out for a bit. He kept rubbing his bum bag and reconnecting all those dots in his head. Was the source from him? Was he the reason Keeley got all the criticsm? He did not know for sure, but he did not feel good about this either.

And that led to…

The Jamie and Keeley hug

This damn hug sums up very well their relationship. The last time we saw Jamie and Keeley interacted (I think) was at Rebecca’s dad funeral. He pretty fucked up at that point, tho actually I understand his motive, he just wanted to let things out without holding in anymore. He didn’t have a chance to really talk about his feelings for Keeley with Keeley. OK I love you, but I respect your relationship with your current boyfriend, and now I have the gut to say it, I’m happy to move on. He coming to Keeley’s to say sorry is the most Jamie thing ever. He’s now accountable, responsible and care so much for others. Maybe nobody will ever know, and nobody will ever blame Jamie, but he himself will. Him saying It’s my fault broke me into pieces, like TWICE in a span of one episode. He needs Keeley to know he worried about her and he felt guilty, he should have done better so none of these would have happened. Idk guys… I love him sm I might cry.

After a rough evening with Jack - the girlfriend who should have understood better, Keeley was tired. Everybody said sorry, but they disappointed her more after that. Jamie came with another sorry, and she might have predicted what was going to happen next. But she would never anticipated a sincere apology from him. A little bit clumsy, a little bit bum bum from her ex, her friend. She went on for a hug and my heart melted. Might be my favourite part of the episode with so much understanding, so much loving and heartwarming affection from both of them.

We might never see them together as a couple anymore (otherwise I would hate their ending very much), but more of a understanding and trusting friendship. Keeley already moved on, and Jamie also moved on would be the best for them ig.

And that, folks, is the end of my first wheezing part. The second part about Rebecca/Keeley, Rebecca/Ted, Ted/Michelle/Dr. Jacob, Ted/Henry/Beard, Nate/Rupert, Roy/Keeley and Jack/Keeley will be posted later cuz I need more time lol. I love this show sm (and I will keep repeating this on and on), they deserve everything.

Buh-bye!

#ted lasso #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #jamie tartt #keeley jones #spoilers for ted lasso 3x08 #linhstfu

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duncney week day 1: admitting feelings

some mid-TDI duncney for the soul <3 duncney song of the day: 'jane says,' jane's addiction (really more of a courtney song but the vibes are there)

also on my ao3!

Her day is unceremoniously kickstarted by someone rapping furiously on her door.

"Courtney!" Bridgette shouts, heedless of time of day or volume. "Court, you in there? You're gonna wanna see this!"

Courtney sighs. She had planned on spending a lazy afternoon stuck to the sheets with a book in her hand and her lawyers on standby, but it's pretty hard to gain any semblance of privacy when you're sharing accommodations with a bunch of other teens. Courtney neatly slides her bookmark between the pages of In Cold Blood, marking her place for later.

On the other side of the door, Bridgette's wearing an uncharacteristically large grin on her face. She's usually smiling, but this feels a tad overdramatic.

"Um," Courtney says. "Are you ok?"

"Geoff and I were watching the bonus reel from yesterday's episode," Bridgette explains. "Chris just sent it over."

Courtney rolls her eyes - there's a reason she purposefully avoids watching any more of Total Drama than she's socially expected to. Last night, Duncan had done really well in the challenge, and -

"And what exactly is so urgent about that?" she asks, before her mind can get away from her.

Bridgette grins again, gap-toothed and rosy. "Just come to the rec hall and see what Duncan said about you."

"I hope Heather knows that if she's gonna try and seduce me for gain, it's not gonna work. I'm not Trent, ok? The only chick I dig is Courtney. I miss her. I've never felt this way for anyone before - I mean. Uh. Whatever. I'm not all lovey-dovey or anything. Sigh."

"I don't get why it's such a big deal," Geoff says. "You guys made out. You already know you're into each other!"

Bridgette levels her boyfriend with a glare so quailing, he actually gulps. "It's not the same!" She squeezes Courtney's shoulder, eyes sparkling. "It's not the same, right?"

Courtney shakes her head slowly, staring at the paused screen. She feels like she does right before she goes on to crushanother debate team - really good, and also really jumpy in the stomach. "It's not," she says, hoping she doesn't sound as mushy-gushy as she feels. "It's so, so not."

"Think about it, Geoff," Bridgette continues. "Yeah, we were flirting all the time on the island, but it was different when you asked me to be your girlfriend, wasn't it?"

"Ohhhhhhh," Geoff says as realization dawns, eyebrows disappearing beneath the brim of his hat. "'Cause it's a totally different vibe! Righteous."

"And?" Bridgette turns back to Courtney, bumping her elbow playfully.

Courtney hums noncommittally. "And?"

"Do you feel the same way?!" Bridgette practically explodes, and Courtney feels flushed and frizzy and unfocused all over again.

"Well," she starts to say - her face is melting like she's just had too much of her uncle's homemade salsa. "Well, I...um..."

Oh, come on, girl. It's just Bridgette and Geoff.

...And Ezekiel in the corner over there, but I honestly can't tell if he's dead or asleep right now.

You trust them.

She nods, a smile spreading across her face. The stupid, delinquent, idiot, caring, sympathetic, frankly gorgeous boy on TV is paused in eternal red-cheeked hell forever - because of her.

"I've never felt this way for anyone before, either."

#duncney #duncney week 2023 #my writing

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Not Alone

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Y/n has dealt with self harm for awhile and feels like no one would understand. Her secret is exposed when she takes off her jacket in the upside down, luckily only Eddie saw and makes sure she is okay.

Warnings: Injury, blood, mental illness, self harm (does not go into details only mentions), drugs

A/n: I wanted to make this as a way to encourage others to seek help. Unlike a lot of other fics, this is not romanticizing self injury. This is a realistic take on how it feels to deal with self harm and how it’s important to seek help from professionals. If you are struggling with mental illness I urge you to seek help, you are never alone<33

You weren’t thinking, I mean you were but all you could think about was Steve in front of you bleeding out. You handed him your jacket and Nancy tied it against the open wound on his side. You’ve struggled with self harm for awhile now and were only seen with long sleeves, it was the only thing keeping people from seeing the freak you are. I mean who hurts themselves? Psychopaths?

Everyone was too caught up in escaping the hell the five of you were trapped in to notice the various cuts littered on your wrist. At least that’s what you thought, Eddie has been suspicious of why you always wore long sleeves for awhile now. He assumed you were always cold but when he saw you nearly faint from heat exhaustion at gym class he knew it wasn’t a temperature thing.

The minute you took off your jacket his eyes immediately went to your wrists, when he noticed the cuts he felt his heart drop. Eddie knew what it was like to go through depression, before he saw the school counselor every week he self medicated with drugs and alcohol. No one talked about mental health, I mean it’s the 80’s for christ sake. You believed if you told anyone about what you did to yourself you’d be sent to the looney bin for sure.

After all the chaos and Nancy being put under Vecna’s spell, everyone sat around her as she explained what happened. You were seated on a couch in between Erica and Eddie. You were listening attentively to what she said but Eddie couldn’t help but noticed how you hid your wrists uncomfortably.

Everyone was too distracted by Nancy’s words to noticed how Eddie took off his leather jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You looked at him surprised and cursed yourself for not hiding your secret better.

“It’s okay.”, he mouthed silently and placed his hand on your knee. You blushed at the action and returned back to the conversation.

After the heavy discussion everyone dispersed and started brainstorming a plan for what to do next. You were comforting Nancy when Eddie walked up to you and tapped your shoulder gently. You turned to face him, you knew what was coming next.

“Hey, Y/n, could I…um talk to you outside?”, he asked awkwardly and you nodded.

“I’ll be right back Nance.”, you gave her arm a squeeze.

You followed Eddie outside and stood in front of him quietly, you started to speak but he spoke at the same time. Another episode of awkward silence followed.

“Thank you, for giving me your jacket.”, you looked down and kicked a rock.

“No need to thank me, I noticed you seemed uncomfortable.”, Eddie stepped closer to you and spoke, “Um can I ask something?”, you brought your teary eyes to meet his and nodded.

“Why do you do it?”, he asked softly almost a whisper.

Your heart ached at the question, “I-“, you paused and wiped the tears that were falling down your face despite your protests.

“Hey hey, come here.”, Eddie brought you to his chest and gently brushed your hair between his fingers, “I’ve got you, everything is okay, I promise.”. You started to sob into his shirt leaving wet tears on the material.

“I can’t control it anymore, it’s gotten out of control. Whenever I’m sad or angry I just need a release and-“, you pulled back but Eddie kept his arms at your sides, “I want to stop but I don’t know how.”.

“I’m here now. Okay? I’ll help you.”, he brushed a sweaty piece of hair out of your face and brushed tears away with his thumb.

“I see the counselor every week, I could go with you if you want?”, he looked at you basically pleading for you to say yes. Eddie knew that he can comfort you and be there when you need to vent but he also knew it’s important to seek a professional in these scenarios.

“Won’t she think I’m crazy?”, he let out a small laugh.

“Of course not sweet heart.”, you blushed at the name he called you, “You aren’t alone, so many people go through this type of stuff.”

“Really?”, you were surprised, you thought you were alone. Hearing that other people understood your situation made you feel better, “Okay..I’ll go.”, you sniffed.

“Good, I’m so proud of you.”, he said smiling.

“But..I’ll only go if you come with.”, you said while fidgeting with your fingers. Eddie brought his hands to yours and your nerves calmed down.

“I’ll be there.”, he replied.

You both started to speak and laughed noticing, “We aren’t that good at this are we?”, you laughed. Eddie dropped your hands and pulled his jacket over your body more.

“Might I say Y/l, you look dashing in leather.”, he kept his grip on the collar bringing you closer. Eddie knew he made you flustered and he enjoyed it. Your eyes slowly looked down at his lips, he had a smug look on his face but his gaze was gentle understanding how vulnerable you were. Eddie didn’t want to make the first move, he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible.

“Do you want to kiss me?”, he asked softly. You look back up at his brown eyes and nodded dumbly. He chuckled and held your face in his hands as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled back and looked at you, “You’re never alone Y/n, I’ll never let you feel that way again.”.

“Thank you.”, you said and he kissed the top of your head.

“What in hell did I miss?”, you turned to see Dustin gawking at the sight of Eddie and you, “You know what? I don’t care, as long as you don’t give her extra lives in campaigns!”, he said pointing and entered the RV, you knew he was going to tell everyone but you didn’t care.

Eddie and you laughed hysterically, he suddenly brought you into a hug and lifted you off the ground than spun in circles. When he set you down you both stood breathlessly.

,“Have you ever listened to Black Sabbath?”, he asked quizzing you.

“Thought you’d never ask.”.

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joelsgreys · 2 years

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Hero (Steve Rogers x NYPDFemale!Reader)

A/N: Hellooo. So this is what happens when you're sick and locked in your bedroom watching nothing but episodes of Law & Order SVU. It is also what happens when you're in love with Olivia Benson, I have a massive crush on her character and she inspired this one. Not sure if anyone will like the idea, but I really enjoyed writing it a lot more than I thought and that's what matters right? Hopefully someone out there does like it though lmao. Thanks for stopping by! x

Summary: AU(ish?) As an NYPD Sergeant, your relationship with Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, is a far bigger challenge than any case that you’ve ever handled before. Steve feels the constant need to look out for your safety and is always getting himself mixed up with your job. One night, you make Steve promise you that he won’t go interfering with your case, but then things take a dangerous turn for the worst.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x NYPDFemale!Reader

Warning(s): Language, use of guns, hostage situation involving children, angst, mentions of death/dying, very overprotective!Steve. Lil bits of fluff strewn in here and there. Long one shot type of deal.

Length: 5298 words

“Finally,” Steve mumbled into your hair, wrapping his arm tightly around your shoulders as you curled up beside him on the couch. He pulled you as close as physically possible, but took care so as not to spill the bowl of microwave popcorn he had put in his lap for the both of you to enjoy for your movie night. “A real night off for the both of us.”

You sighed out of pure content, leaning further into him to snuggle against his broad, muscular chest—your absolute favorite place to be was in his arms. You’d been looking forward to a night like this with Steve for at least a couple of weeks now, if not longer than that due to your busy schedules. “Tell me about it, Cap. How long has it been since we both had the same night off together?”

“Too damn long.” He gave your shoulders a gentle, but firm squeeze. With his other hand, he reached over for the television remote and held it up. “What are you in the mood to watch tonight? And make sure it’s not a movie that you actually want to get invested in because you know damn well that we’re not going to make it through the whole thing.” He nodded over towards the bedroom and then looked at you with a small smirk. “I can probably behave myself for about half an hour, but I can’t make any promises after that.”

You laughed a little before reaching down and dipping your hand into the ceramic bowl of popcorn. You gave him a flirty look and popped a couple of pieces into your mouth. “Hmm. Is that why you strategically put the bowl of popcorn right on your crotch?”

“For easy access. If you catch my drift,” Steve joked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at you.

You snorted, nudging him in his side. “Just pick the movie, Rogers. And at least let me watch part of it before we get down to business in the bedroom, alright?”

“Deal.”

Steve spent a few minutes surfing your shared Netflix account and had just chosen an older, thriller film for you two to watch when your iPhone started ringing loudly beside you on the couch. You picked it up and inwardly groaned seeing the number on the screen. “Fuck,” You muttered before answering the call, greeting the caller with your last name and nothing else.

“Hey Sergeant, we’ve got ourselves a hostage situation here in lower Manhattan, building right on the of corner of East 79th street,” Your longtime work partner and colleague, Detective Benjamin Chambers alerted you from the other end of the line. You could hear all of the hustle and bustle going on in the background, including the sound of wailing first responder sirens arriving on the scene. “Armed male suspect just barricaded himself into an apartment with two girls, sisters. Looks like the teenager was looking after the little one while the parents were out, we’re trying to get in contact with them now.” He paused. “It’s been an hour. The guy isn’t budging, Sarge. You’re one of the best, you do a way better job at talking guys like him down better than any damn negotiator can. We really need you here.”

“I’m on my way now,” You told him, hanging up the call before you tore yourself out of Steve’s arms and jumped up to your feet. You gave him an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry, but that was Chambers. I have to go.”

“What’s going on?” Steve watched as you darted into the bedroom, emerging about a minute and a half later after having changed out of your sweatpants and into a pair of tight, black jeans. You pulled a navy blue knitted sweater on over your white tank top and then slipped on your black leather ankle boots before reaching for your coat, badge, and your gun. His handsome face fell. “Are you serious, you’re really going to work right now? It’s your first night off in two weeks! What, the NYPD can’t survive for one night without you?”

“I know, Cap. I’m so sorry that I have to bail, but there’s a hostage situation going on in lower Manhattan. Guy’s locked himself in a building with two little girls and he’s got a gun, no one has been able to talk him down in the last hour.” You quickly shrugged into your coat and then grabbed your car keys from the small table near the front door. “He’s not cooperating and they need me to help. The clock is ticking, Steve.”

“Hostage?” He repeated, giving you that look.

“Steve. Don’t,” You warned him lightly, your hand on the doorknob. “I can handle this.”

That was the difficult thing about dating Captain America. He was far too overprotective for his own good, always acting as if you weren’t capable of handling the criminals that you dealt with on a daily basis in your line of work. The fact that you had been doing this for so long and had over ten years of experience under your belt as a seasoned police officer and detective, nor the fact that you had just climbed up the ranks and had become a Sergeant for your department, none of that seemed to really matter to Steve. He saw you as some sort of fragile little bird that needed to be kept safely in her cage and out of harm’s way at all times. But he very well knew that he couldn’t actually keep you caged up or prevent you from doing your job, so he did the next best thing.

He followed you and kept an eye on you.

You had caught Steve on several occasions poking his nose into your business with the NYPD, and in some instances, he’d actually jumped into action on your cases, blowing them up and causing everything to spiral out of your control and out of the control of your department. His habit of interfering with your work had often been the source of some terrible arguments between the both of you and it had put a serious strain on your relationship recently.

You were tired of him acting as if you couldn’t take care of yourself.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” he muttered, averting his gaze from yours.

“Steve, I’m a big girl and I think that by now I have proven to you that I can handle myself,” You told him, opening the front door. “Please. Let’s not do this tonight. Just stay here, enjoy your night off, and I promise that I will call you as soon as the situation is taken care of. Call up Nat, maybe she can come hang out with you, distract you for a little bit,” You suggested. You always liked Natasha, she could always talk some sense into Steve when you couldn’t.

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll stay here. But just give me a call as soon as you can, okay? For the sake of my peace of mind?”

“I will.” You raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Promise me that you won’t show up to the scene tonight?”

Steve hesitated. He wasn’t the type of man to make promises that he wasn’t sure he could really keep, at least not when it came to making promises to the woman he loved.

“Steve. Promise me, please,” You pleaded him.

“Okay, fine. I promise you.” He held his hands up. “I promise that I’ll stay put tonight and let you handle this.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank you. I’ll call you later.”

You bolted out of your apartment and within the next fifteen minutes or so, you had driven out and arrived on the scene. You quickly parked your sleek, black car behind an officer’s patrol vehicle and climbed out. You hung your badge around your neck and jogged up towards the apartment complex, which was currently surrounded by yellow, police do not cross tape to keep anyone who wasn’t authorized from accessing the building. You flashed your badge at a guarding female police officer before ducking underneath the caution tape.

“Sarge! Over here!” Detective Chambers came running up to you. He already had your bulletproof vest in his hands.

“Talk to me, Chambers. What do we got?” You asked as you removed your coat, tossing it aside on the ground. You allowed him to help you into your vest, quickly buckling it securely around your upper body.

“Forty-five year old male, homicide suspect who fled the scene after stabbing a nineteen year old girl to death in Central Park earlier this evening. He’s been on the run from law enforcement after witnesses identified him and placed him at the scene where the girl's body was found. He ran into this building and barricaded himself into an apartment with two girls. He’s armed,” he informed you as the two of you made your way into the building and up the stairs towards the apartment. “Teenager’s name is Sarah, she’s sixteen. She was babysitting her sister, Lily, who is seven years old. The girls are absolutely terrified, Sarge. We brought up the negotiators, but the man is one stubborn son of a bitch and we haven’t been able to get through to him. Police snipers are on the roof across the street, but—”

“We don’t want either one of the girls to accidentally get caught in the crossfire,” You finished for him. “Where are the parents?”

“Someone finally got a hold of them, they’re on their the way.”

“Well, let’s hope by the time they get here, their daughters are out of that apartment.”

“Sergeant.” Your Lieutenant, Robert Lewis, came up to you. “Sorry to have to call you to work on your one night off. But you’re the only one fit to handle this situation.” He paused, lowering his voice slightly as he said to you, “I trust that there won’t be any trouble from that superhero boyfriend of yours, tonight. The one who likes to show up and cause an even bigger ruckus than necessary.”

“He won’t, Lieutenant.” You assured him, confidently. “What’s this man’s name?”

“Charles William Baker. Chambers filled you in on the rest?” He asked you, escorting you past the SWAT team officers that were crowding the entire hallway, at the ready with their gear and weapons in hand. You nodded and he stopped, gesturing towards the locked door. “Great, then we’ll let you go ahead and take it away. You know what to do.”

You knocked loudly on the door. “Charles Baker?”

“Go away!” A loud voice boomed from the other side. “I already told your little friends that I ain’t comin’ out!”

Your Lieutenant cleared his throat from behind you. “Charles, we have one of our best Sergeants in the NYPD here. She wants to talk to you and try to help you out of this sticky situation that you’re currently in. She can help you out, if you let her.”

You introduced yourself with both your first and last name, then added, “He’s right. I’m here to help you, all of you. I know you have two girls in there with you. Can you tell me if anyone’s been hurt at all?”

“They’re fine!” He grumbled from the other side of the door. “Haven’t touched ‘em.”

“And I believe you, Charles. I really do. But these other guys, they have to hear it from the girls, just to be sure. Do you think you can have them tell us their names and state if they’re okay?” You asked, pressing your ear against the door.

There was another low grumble from the other end followed by a momentary pause. Then, you heard them.

“My name is Sarah and I’m okay!” A young girl’s voice called shakily.

“My name is Lily, I’m okay too!” An even younger girl squeaked, sounding frightened. “But I really want my mommy and daddy!”

You sighed in relief hearing their voices. They sounded shaken, but unharmed. “I know you do, sweetheart. They’re on their way, your mommy and daddy will be here very soon.” You paused, putting your hand on the doorknob lightly. “Okay, Charles. Thank you for doing that for us. Now, can you please let me in so that I can talk to you?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me? You think I’m gonna open this door so that the second I do, the whole SWAT team comes runnin’ in here to blow my head off? I ain’t that stupid!” He shouted.

“No, no! They’re all standing down right now. And it’ll just be me who comes into the apartment, I promise,” You called through the door. “I want to help Sarah and Lily. And I want to help you too, Charles. Can you please just let me inside so that we can talk face to face? See if we can work something out?”

He hesitated for a long minute. “Fine! We can talk. I’ll let you inside, but only you! And I want you to come in without your gun! He paused before adding, “And without your vest. That’s my deal! Take it or leave it.”

Chambers shook his head, hissing to you, “Nope! Absolutely fucking not, Sarge. That’s way too dangerous. It’s too risky. And besides, if Steve finds out that I let you go into that apartment without your vest, he’ll fucking kill me.”

He wasn’t completely wrong about that.

Steve already had a distaste for your partner for reasons you weren’t quite sure of. But he already didn’t like the guy. Chambers would only go even higher up his shit list if he knew that he let you go into a hostage situation without your bulletproof vest on.

Lieutenant Lewis stepped forward. “We could possibly catch him off guard and storm in as soon as he opens the door.”

“No!” You whispered sharply. “It already sounds like he might trust me and I need him to keep on trusting me until we can get Sarah and Lily out of there safely. Besides, you know as well as I do that if we ambush him without knowing exactly where he has the girls in the apartment, they could end up getting hurt or worse, killed. If this is the only way he’ll talk to me, then I have no choice but to do it.” You took your gun out of its holster and handed it to him. You then slipped off your protective vest and handed it to Chambers, who had gone as pale as ghost. You gestured for them to step back, and once they did, you knocked on the door again. “Okay, Charles. I’m ready to come in. It’s just me, with no vest and no gun. Can you let me in?”

Jesus Christ, if Steve only knew what you were about to do...

He would probably never forgive you.

The door opened ever so slightly, and you could see an older, dark haired man through the crack. He was tall and on the slender side, but still had a tough, rugged look about him. His white polo shirt was covered in dried blood and he held a grammar-school aged girl with bright red hair at his side, the barrel of his gun pressed into her back. “Get in here, now. Anyone tries anything and the girl dies.” He stood back far enough to let you into the apartment. He instructed you to close the door, lock it, and put your hands in the air. He then shoved the little girl towards an older redhead who was sitting on the floor before he ordered you to stand facing the wall. He quickly patted your body down to make sure you weren’t concealing a firearm and then turned you around, pointing his pistol directly at your head. He let his eyes glaze over you slowly. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty thing. One wrong move from you and I put a bullet in your brain, sweetheart. Understood?”

“Understood,” You confirmed, keeping your hands up. “Nobody has to get hurt here.” You looked at the two sisters, giving them the best calm, reassuring look that you could possibly muster for them. Their faces were bright red, streaked with terrified tears. You remembered they had been in this situation for over an hour now, and your heart sank for them. “Hi Sarah. Hi Lily. My name is Sergeant Y/L/N and I’m a police officer. No matter what, I need for the two of you to stay calm, okay?” The girls nodded and you turned your attention back over to the suspect. “Hey, how about we let them go? There’s no need for them to be here, Charles. We should just let them go.”

“You’ve got some kinda nerve!” He growled, walking up to you and pressing the barrel of his gun against your chest. “Comin’ in here thinkin’ you can tell me what to do! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one with the gun in my hand! I’m in charge here!”

“Charles, I’m here because I want to help you. If you don’t let these innocent little girls go, my guys outside will burst in here and they will take you down. You won’t make it out of here alive.” You paused as the image of Steve’s face popped into your mind. You knew if he saw what was happening, if he saw this man pressing a gun into your chest, he would tear this man to shreds with his bare hands and then he definitely wouldn’t make it out of here alive. “Please, they’re children. Just let them go. You can keep the gun on me, I will make sure my men continue to stand down and then you and I can talk about what’s going on. Do you think we can do that?”

Charles looked at the two girls for a moment. He rolled his eyes and gestured for them to stand up off the floor. “Fine. Get ‘em out of here, I was sick and tired of all their cryin’ anyway. But any funny business from you or those guys out there and it’s lights out for you, got it?”

You nodded. You gathered the two sisters and escorted them towards the door, all the while, there was a gun pressed into your back, the barrel of it poking you directly between your shoulder blades. “Hey guys, he is letting Sarah and Lily go now!” You called out to your fellow officers, being sure to follow the proper procedure so nobody on the other side would make a wrong move and possibly cost you your life. “He has his gun on me, but I am okay! Please stand down! The girls are coming out now!”

Charles unlocked the door and the girls sobbed in relief as they scrambled out to safety. He quickly shut the door behind them, locking it once again before he grabbed you by the arm and shoved you harshly down onto the floor, your body landing on it with a loud thud. “So what exactly do you wanna talk about, sweetheart?” He asked, waving the weapon back and forth in the air as you turned so you were lying on your back. “Come on! You said you wanted to talk to me, so talk! What, do you think you can help fix me? Help me see the error of my ways? Convince me to let you cuff me and take me to jail?”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” You tell him, speaking carefully. “We can both walk out of this building alive. But you need to cooperate with me and my men.”

He scoffed. “Who said I wanna make it out alive, dollface?”

“You don’t want to die, Charles. Not like this. Not being taken out by gunfire from an entire SWAT team. If you just listen to me and do as I say, you can make it out of here alive and in one piece. Okay?”

“Why? So that you can just throw my ass in a cell for life for killing that girl at the park?”

“At least you won’t be dead,” You attempt to reason with him. “Do anything to me and my guys will barge in here and you’ll be gone before your body even hits the floor. Is that really what you want? Is that really how you want to go out?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Listen here princess, being dead is a hell of a lot better than bein’ locked up in some cage for the rest of my fuckin’ life.” He aimed his gun at your forehead. “And since I’m goin’ down, might as well take a pretty little thing like you with me.”

Your heart slammed painfully against your ribcage and you braced yourself for the possibility of not being able to talk this criminal down. If he really would rather be dead than go to prison, you were screwed. “You really don’t want to do this, okay? I know that you don’t.”

Charles placed his finger on the trigger. “Bet you thought you’d come in here and be some big hero for saving those little girls and arrestin’ me for muder,” he taunted you, taking a step closer to you. “I’m gonna die tonight. And so are you.” He chuckled, any shred of his humanity completely gone. “Ladies first, sweetheart. I insist.”

You swallowed dryly, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable.

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise that came through the window and you lifted your arm, shielding your face from the sharp little pieces of glass that went flying all over the apartment. Lowering your arm, your eyes snapped open and that’s when you saw him, Captain America, standing right in front of you and blocking you from the suspect and his weapon, which had gone off the moment that he had crashed in through the window. The bullet had ricocheted off of his shield, and before the other man could make any moves, the Avenger had sent him flying across the room with one single punch, nearly knocking him completely unconscious. He stepped towards the groaning criminal, his large fists curled and ready to beat the remaining daylights out of the bastard for having threatened your life. However, he didn’t get the chance to because in that moment, SWAT burst through the door, shouting for everyone to get down on the ground.

Steve remained on his feet and held a hand up, stopping them in their tracks. “Stand down!” He commanded them. “Stand down! I’m on the job!”

Chambers and Lewis ran into the apartment and looked at you, a mix of confusion and relief on their faces.

“Sarge! You alright?” Chambers went over to help you up from the floor.

Steve immediately stood in his way. “I got her,” he barked, giving him a furious look. He nodded over to the now unconscious man. “Get his ass out of here. Make sure he gets put away for the rest of his natural born life.”

Not wanting to test the waters, Chambers backed off and simply nodded. “You got it, Captain.”

Steve reached down, took your hand and helped you to your feet. He kept an arm around your waist as he helped you downstairs and out of the building into a waiting ambulance. He lifted you up and sat you on a gurney in the back of the rig as a young paramedic checked you over right there at the scene so that you could avoid going to the hospital. Besides a few minor cuts here and there from the shattered window glass, you had remained relatively unscathed.

“I’m fine,” You mumbled, stubbornly.

“Protocol,” Steve muttered, looking as pissed as he’d ever been.

"I know, Captain," You replied, sourly.

Once the paramedic finished his assessment, Steve asked if he was free to take you home. The first responder gave him the okay and Steve reached for you, helping you out of the rig despite the fact that you weren’t hurt and could do it yourself. Not wanting to cause a commotion with Steve there at the scene, you say nothing as you let him pick you up in his arms and carry you over to the car.

“Sergeant!” A small voice yelled behind him. It was the little girl, Lily. Behind her was her sister, Sarah, and who you could only assume were the girls’ parents. She looked at you being carried in Captain America’s arms and her big green eyes went wide. “Did the bad man hurt you?”

“No, I promise he didn’t,” You assured her, mustering a small smile. “I’m fine.”

“The girls told us what you did. That you got him to let them go,” Their mother said, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Thanks to you, they didn’t get hurt.”

Her husband nodded. “We just wanted to thank you for your bravery, Sergeant. You risked your life for our two daughters, and we can’t thank you enough.”

Steve’s lips tightened into a thin line. He cleared his throat. “With all due respect, folks. I really should get her home.”

You uttered a quick goodbye to the family before Steve whirled around and put you into the passenger’s seat of your car. The incredibly tense silence between the two of you wasn’t broken until the minute that he carried you up to your apartment and set you down.

“You promised me, Steve,” You said, your voice thick as he slammed the front door shut behind you.

“And if I had kept that promise, you would be dead right now,” he replied rigidly. “So I think it’s safe to say that it’s a damn good thing I didn’t keep it.”

“I had it handled!” You snapped at him.

“Yeah, lying there helplessly on the floor while he had a gun pointed right at your head, I could see that you definitely had everything under control, Sergeant.” He walked up to you, anger flashing in his blue eyes. “What’s the matter with you? Going in there with no vest and no gun? Putting yourself in that situation was so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?” He hissed. “And you had better tell your dumbass partner to stay far away from me because the fact that he let you go in there—”

You cut him off. “It wasn’t his call, it was mine! I chose to go in there without my gun and vest because it was the only way he’d let me inside! I had to do it or he never would have let those girls go!”

“You risked your neck!” Steve shouted at you, his booming voice echoing off the walls of the small apartment. “That man had absolutely nothing to lose, he wanted to die. He was going to fucking kill you and then let NYPD take him out! He knew exactly what he was doing by letting you into that building!”

“You can’t keep doing this, Steve! You can’t keep interfering with my job!” Your heart squeezed painfully as raised your voice back at him. You were sick of having these fights with him. You loved Steve more than anything in the world and you just wanted these damn arguments to stop. “I don’t interfere with yours!”

“Of course you don’t! That’s because I’m—” Steve stopped, clamping his mouth shut. He didn’t want to go there.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him, expectantly. “Because you’re what? Faster than me? Bigger than me? Stronger than me? Smarter than me?” You listed off for him. “Because you’re an Avenger?”

Steve sighed and didn’t say anything as he tore his eyes away from yours.

“Look, I might not be a superhero like you are. I might not be an Avenger. I don’t have a special superhuman power or gift. But that doesn’t mean that you’re any better than me,” You said, your voice wavering slightly. “Even an ordinary human being like me can help people in need too.”

He frowned, shaking his head. “You know damn well that I don’t think that I’m better than you, I never have and never will.”

“Then stop treating me like I can’t handle shit!”

Steve looked away from you again, briefly hesitating. He truly was the rock in your relationship, he always kept himself strong and he normally wasn’t the type to be overly emotional with you because he didn’t want to show his weak side when it came to you. But as he spoke, he forced himself to meet your gaze and his voice actually trembled as his eyes met yours. “If something ever happens to you, like it almost did tonight, I’ll lose my fucking mind. Do you not understand that?”

Your expression instantly softened. “Steve…”

“I’ve lost people before, people that I care about. And it was hard. But if I ever lost you?” He shook his head again at the thought, a strand of his perfect, dark blonde hair falling into his face. “I really don’t know what the hell I would do. I wouldn’t be able to survive that. I would never be able to survive losing you.”

You weren’t stupid. Of course you’d known that Steve loved you and that he worried for your safety while you were on the job, but he had never before expressed his fears like this to you before. You reached up, gently touching his cheek. “Well, seeing as you’re always looking out for me, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen, Cap.”

“I know you hate it when I follow you and keep an eye on you. It’s not because I don’t trust you. It’s other people I don’t trust.” Steve placed his hand over yours as you cradled his cheek. “I know you’re capable of handling yourself and I know that you’re damn good at what you do. You saved those two little girls from getting hurt, or possibly worse. You’re a hero for that. But you can’t blame me for worrying sick about you when shit hits the fan, like it did tonight.”

“Steve, I understand how you feel. You don’t think I worry about you when you go off on your missions? Of course I do. Avenger or not, I worry sick about you too when you’re working. But I don’t stand or get in your way because I know that people need you. And I wish you could see that people need me too.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I know they do.” He sighed softly against your skin. “Look, I’m really sorry for getting so mad at you tonight. I didn’t mean to get so upset and I definitely didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. And I can’t promise that I will completely stop interfering from now on, especially after what happened earlier, but what I can promise you is that I’ll at least try not to interfere.”

You dropped your hand from his cheek and put it on his chest. “That’s all I can ask for, Steve. And I’m sorry for raising my voice at you too. I know you only do what you do because you don’t want anything to happen to me.”

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. He tilted his head down, pressing his mouth to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. He pulled away slightly, his mouth still hovering over yours as he tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “It’s not too late. What do you say we clean ourselves up and resume our movie night, Sergeant?”

You smiled softly against his lips. “Sounds like a plan to me, Captain.”

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