#I was scared of contradicting the angst too much

[ponderingmoonlight]

Imma be an anon cause I'm bit scared . I fell in love with the way u write.

May I get a Headcanon with nanami if you're comfortable 🥺

A hurt /comfort where NANAMI raised his voice at reader which lead reader to distance him for a long period?

You can go anything with the plot . Thank you!

Hey honey, I'm not writing headcanons atm because I'm not comfortable with, but I decided to turn this into a full on fic instead - hope you like it, let me know! ♡

Nanami Kento raising his voice at you

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: He had no other choice but to scream at you in the middle of a fight, snapping at you like he never did before. It took both of you a few weeks to realize that you can't be with each other...

Warnings: Listen, I adore the gentleman Nanami fics (as you can see on my own blog lol) but it was so much fun to let this man snap as well, to let his temper show once, this is a classy hurt to comfort with some angst - enjoy!

„Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll get yourself in serious danger. Stay behind me and let me handle this.”

You huff in sheer frustration, eyes piercing through the back of his perfect undercut. Why? Why isn’t Kento Nanami able to trust you? You are a grade 1 sorcerer just like he is, so skilful with handling your sword that even Gojo is impressed by your abilities. But despite all of that, he positioned himself in front of you instantly when that special grade curse appeared, blocking every minor attack that might come your way.

Oh, how much you love that man, how much you adore the way he cares about you deeply. It’s not a secret to anyone how you feel for each other, how your eyes light up when he enters the room, how his gaze instantly softens for only you.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle this myself.”

But this is too much. Damn, you’ve been a jujutsu sorcerer as long as he is, constantly training to get better and better. It’s not fair to lock you out of this fight when your-

“Stop contradicting me all the time!”

The sharp tone in his usual calm voice makes you flinch, body moving backwards automatically when he turns around. His eyes are cold, so cold that your blood seems to freeze in your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, especially not when it comes to you. That sweet and tender man with a face that doesn’t show any emotion most of the time now looks down at you with venom spitting from his orbs, arms so tight that his veins look like they’ll burst any minute.

“This is too big for you. Now do me a favour and stay.in.line.”

“But I’m-“

“ENOUGH!”

“Kento!”

“You are acting like a stupid child! Now do what I said!”

You are lost at words, eyes staring into his furious ones until he turns around and hunts after the blue-haired curse named Mahito again.

A wave of agony washes over you before you can stop it, body feeling numb. It’s ridiculous to be hurt about his words, surely he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but still…

You swallow hard. But still it fucking hurts. Since you’ve known him, Kento never snapped at you. Not once, not in a million lifetimes. He was always tender when expressing his opinion just like you are. Yes, there were never heated arguments, cruel words or loud voices from any of you. But he just broke that unsaid rule.

He really hit you where it hurts.

-back at jujutsu high-

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Your fingers ruffle through the pink hair in front of you gently, eyes scanning over Yuji’s bruised body. What an impressive boy he is. How did he manage to break through this sphere, to almost end that curse? For a new jujutsu sorcerer, he is remarkably skilled - and a true sweetheart on top.

“I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me, (y/n)-san. How are you feeling? You seem so…I don’t know, different I guess. Are you alright?”

You force a small smile onto your shaky lips. Is it selfish that you can’t forget the way Kento barked at you, that he basically told you you are too weak for this fight? You wish you were better than that, strong enough to outstand your self-seeking feelings and visit him in the hospital wing.

But you simply can’t. Not right now. Not when his stinging voice is still so present in your mind.

“Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Hey, how you’re doing, sweet cheeks? Nanami is asking for you, are you free?”

You swallow away the big lump forming in your throat, eyes not daring to look up at her.

“Actually, I still have to tell Gojo what happened. Thank him for his invitation, I have to keep going.”

You need to get out of here as fast as possible, away from the stinging gaze of Shoko who knows exactly something’s up, who eyes you up and down. As if in trance you storm out of the hospital wing, straight into the burning hot sunlight, heart pumping so hard against your ribcage that you feel like fainting any possible minute.

“ENOUGH!”

His voice still echoes through your head, makes you feel like a child again. Kento never looked at you this coldly, without any emotion in his usual so soft orbs. What on earth did you do to upset him like this? After all, you were on countless missions together before, defeated multiple grade 1 curses side by side. What was different this time? Was it Yuji, the bad weather? Why did he decide to scream at you like this?

“What are you doin’ here? I was already on my way to look after you in the hospital wing. Aren’t ya supposed to be by Nanami’s side?”

Your heart stops for a minute. Fuck, Gojo Satoru and his cheeky smile are definitely the last thing you need right now. If he only knew how much his words make your heart sting in agony, how much strength it costs you to act like nothing happened. You know how ridiculous it must be, avoiding the love of your life over some random words and a harsh tone.

But you can’t help it.

“I was on my way to report about the mission”, you explain briefly.

“Is there something you need to tell me? C’mon, you can’t even look at me (y/n).”

Your glossy eyes dart towards Gojo. God, how pathetic you feel. Why aren’t you able to just get over it and move on? Why are you making things so hard for both you and Kento, standing here on the brink of tears instead of being by his side?

“I can’t have it right now, Gojo. Just leave me alone.”

But despite the way your heart aches for him, you continue walking towards your dorm. That stone cold look on his face, the way he clenched his fists.

“This is too big for you.”

“You are acting like a stupid child.”

You shake your head violently. No, you aren’t able to simply forgive and forget what you saw that mission. This man wasn’t the Kento Nanami you know and love, not the man you thought he was. What if it was all a lie? What if this is what he really sees in you? A weakling, a dumb child.

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t lose your composure.

“I need some time for myself…”

-a few weeks later-

Kento hates it with every fiber of his being. Waking up in the morning, your face still present in his sleep-drunken mind until reality hits him. Since he lashed out, you didn’t talk more than a few necessary sentences with him. And even though you don’t seem to be cold and distant, everything just changed.

Oh, if he could turn back time, if he was able to take back all those things he said to you. He should have stopped when you flinched backwards, should have stopped when your eyes turned glossy. But he knew your life was in serious danger, that Mahito is no curse to be messed with. The decision between hurting your feelings or watching you die…

At least you’re safe. At least Mahito was too focused on finishing him to even involve you into his sphere. This should be everything he cares about, it’s only naturally that you are hurt. But still…What would he do to hold you again, what would he do for you to smile at him as brightly as you did back then. He misses you with his whole heart.

“You could just try talking to her, y’know? I bet (y/n) might understand”, Gojo tries to cheer him up, legs laying stretched out on the table between them.

“I don’t want to force myself onto her. After all, I deserve her anger and disappointment.”

And oh, it was written on your face. The way your trembling lips parted, how your eyes widened just the slightest when his words hit you like a train.

“C’mon, don’t be so hard on yourself-“

“I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for doing that”, he interrupts the white-haired man determined.

“Well, could you forgive yourself if she got killed?”

Nanami lets out his breath, simply stares into the distance. Of course Gojo is right. Damn, he doesn’t regret his decision. But still…

It hurts.

“Sorry. Do you have a minute to…talk?”

His heart stops beating. There you stand, nervously picking on your nails while you look at him. God, he always looks so fine. Why on earth does he have to look so fine? No, you have to focus. After all, you are here to talk things out. These last weeks were nothing but torture for you, your heart bleeding waterfalls every time you saw him. Oh, you never knew you were able to crave someone else this badly.

But there you are, standing in the door like an idiot.

“You sure can! I’m doing…some other stuff I guess. See ya!”

Within the blink of an eye, Gojo is gone in the wind and leaves you alone with him.

“You don’t have to stand there. Please, sit down.”

That gentle tone you know you well, his inviting voice that makes your stomach drop from time to time. With wobbly legs, you cross the room to sit opposite to him on the still warm chair of Gojo.

What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to act? Your mind goes blank, forgets every little piece of conversation you trained these last days. Fuck, why are you even here? Maybe you should just leave-

He grabs your hand.

Nanami Kento grabs your hand.

“Let me apologize for the things I said to you back then. It was in no way right to snap at you like that. But when I saw what Mahito is able to do, when I realized he is far better than all the other special grade courses I ever encountered…(y/n), it might sound selfish, but all I could think about was saving you.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, heart beating out of your chest. Did he…did he really say that?

“You…wanted to save me…”

“You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, probably better than me. But if it wasn’t for Yuji, I would be dead by now. To think that you might die…I couldn’t take it, (y/n). You are everything to me.”

“Everything…”

“This might be the wrong moment, the worst timing for saying such things. But I love you, (y/n). I loved you with all my heart for ages, love you for everything you are. Even though you aren’t able to forgive me what I said, even though you don’t want to see me again…(y/n), I love you.”

The countless nights you kept yourself awake pondering about how he feels for you, the countless nights his words echoed through your heart. The countless nights you thought you interpreted his affection wrong, that he doesn’t feel the same.

Vanished into thin air.

Nothing but a fade whisper in the darkness.

“These last weeks you were all I could think about. I thought you might not feel the same, that you might not be the person I thought you were-“

He squeezes your hands firmly, the troubled ocean of his eyes getting lost in yours.

“I’m not able to put my feelings into words the way you deserve it, (y/n). But I know for sure that I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

You snap. All these nights without him, the grief you were put through, his gorgeous face close enough to touch while you couldn’t allow yourself to. With a swift motion you crawl over the table that divides the two of you, closing the distance of these past weeks with a kiss.

A kiss that contains all the anger, the disappointment and the affection you hold for him. That gorgeous man who swept you off your feet. That gorgeous man who showed a side you’ve never seen before, who risked his own life in order to save yours.

Nanami Kento.

“God, I love you (y/n). I love you so much”, he mutters against your lips, hands pressing you firmly against his warm body.

“I don’t want to let go again.”

He smiles against your mouth, eyes gleaming like the sun itself.

“Then don’t”.

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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 ꒱ 정성찬

summary : you and sungchan have been in a situationship for some time, and the pot was finally boiling over

genre : fluff, slight angst, suggestive, sungchan x afab!reader tws : language, pet names, kiss, slightly suggestive content author notes : wrote this like 10 minutes after i woke up lmao word count : 0.8k

you were nervous. much more nervous than you ever had been — not even your exams could compare to the feeling of dread inside your chest, caving in your lungs. your hands fought each other subconsciously as you paced the front part of your apartment.

you thought of yourself as stupid, there was nothing else to describe the feeling of embarrassment, that was now mixed with guilt.

you’d seen it. your situationship making out with another girl during your shared physical education class. you’d seen it, and you watched in disbelief until he turned his head, catching your horrified gaze.

you had no right to be making faces at the two. you had no right to be upset. he wasn’t yours, and you made it clear all those months ago that he never would be.

so, why was your heart racing so much?

even the thought of him was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. the sight of him alone enough to make you crumble where you stood. he wasn’t yours, but he made you feel the same as if he was.

maybe this new feeling was too scary and that’s why you called him over. maybe you needed him to say he liked her better for you to break it off. maybe you needed something from him that you were too afraid to ask — that you never could, and frankly, never should.

you knew his reputation. hell, everyone did. he was a player. a womanizer. anything that wasn’t loving and caring… but the way he brushed stray hairs away from your face before kissing you oh-so gently; or the way his hands moved with so much caution against you; or the way he’d call you his baby, his pretty girl, contradicted all the rumors.

maybe, they just didn’t know him like you did.

but did she? did the girl he was lip-locking earlier today experience the same man you knew? did she get the sweet princess treatment, and intimate moments that shouldn’t be shared? did she get butterflies when she saw him, the ones that flew so fast it made you nauseous?

you don’t know why that made a lump clog your throat, and an anger form in the pit of your stomach.

he shouldn’t have been anything special — just another guy — but he was special… special to you. and that terrified something new in you. something you were scared to get close to, but scared to lose all together.

in the depths of the night, when he was curled up by your side, you even wondered if this was what love was. you pretended you knew everything about anything, but when it came to the feelings he instilled in you, you were just as clueless as the rest.

a knock on the door sent you away from the what ifs, and it took a lot of strength to get your feet to move to it.

you shook ever-so-slightly as you opened it, revealing the man that wasn’t yours on the other side.

your eyes couldn’t meet his, “i-i —“

he cut you off before you had the chance, “i hated it.”

“what?”

his hands rested down by his side, and you knew he was looking down at you despite you doing the opposite. “it wasn’t you. it’ll never be you. god, you really fucked me up! do you know that, y/n? do you know that i can’t stop thinking about you in situations where i shouldn’t? when i really fucking shouldn’t.”

“i-i’m sorry?”

he fully came through the door, letting it slowly swing closed behind him. his hands were on your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his. this was the intimacy you were talking about. and despite it being so casual to and from anyone else, from him, it felt like a confession every time.

his voice lowered a little bit to resemble a half-whisper, “do you feel the same?” but he already knew the answer. the look in your eyes when you caught him in the act was so endearing to him, engrained in his memory, it had him reading you like his favorite book; which you were. he knew all your signs, and now he knew all your tells. “because i can’t do this anymore, and i know you said we’d never take it further, but i —“

“it’s too late, sungchan.” you admitted, finishing what he was starting, “you already have me.”

his lips were on yours faster than the words left them. he had you going up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, making the kiss deepen. his palms rested steady against your cheeks, stroking them gently with his thumb through the synchronicity.

this kiss felt different; like something inside you had snapped, setting the waterfall of emotions free. and, this time, it didn’t feel like either of you had to hold back.

he walked you backwards, never once breaking apart from you, until you both hit the couch.

“and i’m never letting you go, okay?”

you fell back first with a huff, and he climbed on top of you, settling between your parted knees. your fingers carded through his hair as you kissed so passionately, it could’ve been considered pathetic how desperate it was in reality.

your night could’ve went one of two ways; he’d love you all the same, or he’d leave you. and, tonight — and hopefully forever — you were glad it was the latter.

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[gayassbish]

Girlfriend Furina! Highschool AU

Continued From: Genshin Girls and Crushes on Each Other!

Genre: Fluff (a little angst? mention of miscommunications)

Reader: Gender Neutral

Character: Furina! (duhh)

A/N: This is from my first ask. Thanks again anon!

Furina-

Would say something like “I dont need you,” or “you’re the one whose lucky to have me, NOT the other way around,” while cuddling the crap out of you and burrowing her face into your neck.

She likes feeding you and watching your reactions to the variety of sweet shops she frequents. Notes your most pleased facial expressions to certain sweets and always buys those for you later!

Spoils your rotten but won’t admit that she does. If someone calls her out on how she spend money like it’s nothing on you, she’d just tell them it’s money well spent to see you giddy. Would never say it in front of your face though.

Changes her lock screen of you every 2.5 days. Has pictures of your cheeks full while eating, sleeping on her lap, playing with roadside cats and so many more secret ones that she doesn’t want others to see.

Fights with you when you guys kiss. Has to be the one in control or she’ll get all fussy. She’s kissing you, not the other way around so what she says goes! If she wants to kiss for an hour, you will have to sit there while she kisses you for an hour.

Always has to have something of hers touching you. Her hand on your waist, arm drooping over your shoulder, her hand just actually holding yours, or her feet touching yours when your sat across from one another. And when she’s not there beside you, you better be wearing a hoodie than smells like her or all the matching necklaces and bracelets she bought you.

The biggest hurdle you guys go through though is how Furina gets scared to how deeply attached she is to you. You quickly become someone she cannot invision without in her life. She question the normality of her feelings and asks herself if all high school relationships feel this way? And this attachment scares her so bad she feels like running away before she gets hurt.

She’s never felt the need to be so close to someone before. The fear of her losing you eventually leads to her pushing you away or her growing distant sometimes. It causes some miscommunication between you two.

Furina does this by picking fights with you over the stupidest things to test how much you like her.

Fighting over, “you didn’t text me goodnight last night,” and “how dare you look at another girl,” but when Furina sees how willing you are to deal with her bratty catty attitude, she calms downs. Her puffed up cheeks and tense body language, relaxes when you tell her that you’re not going anywhere.

When she eventually realizes that she is not someone who you just put up with, but someone you love and someone you think is worth being with, all those silly thoughts she has goes down the drain!

Besides the rough patches of insecurity, Furina is a really good lover. She may not naturally express her feelings for you with words, but she does with actions. It can be a bit confusing in the beginning but you get the hang of it!

Like she’s always contradicting herself! Tells you she doesn’t love you that muchhh in one moment but then is all over you in the next.

The easiest way to get her to tell her true feelings is pretending you’re hurt or mad. Ask her, “You really don’t love me?” with a pout and puppy eyes and Furina breaks.

Starts stuttering, (would never apologize) but accuses you for hearing her wrong and that you’re too stupid to understand her jokes. If you press on however, and continue to ask if she really loves you or not Furina will get up from wherever she is, walk over to you, sit on your lap, and hide her face in your neck as she whispers shyly the words “I love you.” … Then she quickly gets up and runs away.

P.S. Furina’s favorite past time is imagining your future wedding <3.

A/N: Have y’all read ‘I love Amy’? BECAUSE OMFG BIBI is so Furina.

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[vintageshanny]

Waiting for Love - Part Six

Love is Sufficient

Content: December 1970, not too much angst in this part, mostly smut, fluff, and a heartfelt conversation in a cemetery. 18+ Comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated! ❤️

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Vivien buried her face in Elvis’ chest and inhaled his scent - an intoxicating mixture of cologne, cigars, and his own natural pheromones. Any hope she’d had of playing it cool or breaking things off was out the window.

“Does this mean ya missed me baby?” Elvis asked softly as he gently cradled the back of her neck. Vivien nodded and sniffled into his velvety jacket. She tried to hold back the tears, but her shoulders started shaking as the sobs broke free. “Honey, what’s the matter? Why ya cryin’?”

“Why, why did you disappear?” she gasped out desperately. “I needed you.”

“Baby, I didn’t disappear. I-I-I was jus’ tryin’ ta give ya a break from me like ya asked.” Elvis swallowed guiltily. He supposed on some level he had wanted Vivien to realize it was a mistake to want space from him, but he never meant to make her feel this sad.

“I didn’t want a break from you, Elvis. I wanted a break from feeling like I’m not enough for you.”

“Honey, you are more than enough for me. You’re all I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout.” Elvis squeezed her tighter as her arms slipped under his coat and wrapped around his warm torso. “I told ya things are jus’ complicated right now.”

“But I want you to be mine,” Vivien said in a muffled whisper through the fabric of his jacket.

“Love possesses not,” Elvis whispered into her ear, and that word “love” again hung in the air, making her heart skip a beat. “Ya need ta trust me that I’ll make everything okay.”

“I know,” Vivien sighed. “I was trying, but I got scared. I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes still brimming with tears.

“I know honey, shh, ‘s okay,” Elvis soothed. “I-I-I jus’ wanna know that you’re in this with me. I need ya too, y’know.”

“You do?” Vivien asked with surprise, more hot tears spilling over and sliding down her cheeks.

“Oh, honey, ya have no idea how much I need ya.” Elvis leaned down and softly kissed each eyelid, the wet salty taste lingering on his lips. “Ya been good for me, baby?” His hands started to wander down from the back of her neck, caressing her curves with their substantial warmth. “Nobody been touchin’ what belongs ta me, hmm?” One of his hands started creeping under the hem of her knit A-line skirt. Vivien couldn’t help but smile at his cute contradictions. Even if he couldn’t be all hers right now, at least she belonged to him.

She shook her head and whispered “The only two people who’ve touched me are here in this room,” a blush creeping over her face at this admission.

Elvis stifled a groan as he reached back to lock the door and led Vivien over to the couch. “Ya had ta take care of yourself, baby?”

“I tried,” Vivien said, feeling her face growing even hotter. “It wasn’t the same as having you with me though.”

“Wh-wh-what were ya thinkin’ ‘bout when ya did it?” Elvis removed his jacket and tossed it to the side.

“About you, of course,” Vivien admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “About how good it feels when you touch me. And how badly I want to feel you inside of me.”

Elvis’ own face started turning red, his heart pounding with desire. “W-w-would ya show me what ya did?” His tone was low and gravelly, his eyes filled with lust as he reached around and unzipped her skirt.

“Oh, no, Elvis,” Vivien exclaimed as her skirt pooled at her ankles. “I, um, I don’t know if I can, I mean, I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Ya ain’t never gotta be embarrassed around me, baby. Please do it for me.” Elvis put on his little pouty face that melted her heart as he started unbuttoning her chevron blouse.

“Hmm I don’t know, have you been good for me?” Vivien teased as he removed her blouse, leaving her standing before him in just her white lace-trimmed bra and panties.

Elvis bit his bottom lip as he looked her up and down with that crooked smile. “Vivien, my, uh, cocoon ain’t been in nobody else’s mouth,” he said with a wink. “Plus I’m startin’ ta think he only wants ta come out when you’re around. I know he sho’ would be glad if ya let him see what you’ve been up to while he was away.”

“Okay,” Vivien finally agreed nervously, trembling a little bit as she started to remove her panties.

“W-w-wait, honey, hold on, c-c-can ya jus’ start with those on?” Elvis asked, feeling himself starting to grow in his pants.

“Um, okay, I guess I can do that.” Vivien sat down on the dark brown couch and Elvis perched on the low coffee table right across from her. “Um, what should I do first? I mean, what do you want to see? I’m sorry, I’m so nervous,” Vivien started rambling, trying to stop her jaw from trembling.

Elvis put his hands on her legs and rubbed them soothingly. “Baby, ‘s okay, it’s jus’ me and you here. I would never hurt ya, Vivien, I promise, I just’ want ya ta feel good. Jus’ do whatever makes ya feel good.” Vivien nodded as Elvis gently spread her legs open and placed one foot on either side of him on the coffee table. He groaned as she slowly reached her hand down between her legs and traced her fingertips over the thin fabric of her panties. She blushed as she felt it dampening, little moans starting to escape her lips. She used her free hand to pull down her bra straps, the thin fabric falling to expose her breasts, whimpering as she rolled one hardened nipple between her fingers.

“Vivien, y-y-you’re so beautiful,” Elvis whispered as he started to rub his hand over the crotch of his pants. “Wh-wh-what else do ya do when ya think ‘bout me? L-l-let me see ya, baby.” Vivien closed her eyes nervously and pulled the fabric of her panties to the side. “Oh, goddamn,” Elvis breathed out as she fully exposed her little bush and glistening folds to him. “Honey, c-c-can ya touch yourself and l-look at me when ya do it?” he instructed softly. Vivien forced herself to look him in the eyes as she reached down with her other hand and used her middle finger to swipe through the wetness and play with her little nub. The way Elvis looked at her with such tenderness and awe as she softly moaned his name made her feel a level of intimacy that surprised her. “That’s it honey, play with that little button,” Elvis murmured as he reached to undo his belt. Vivien watched, mesmerized, as he unzipped his pants and pulled his thick hard penis out, groaning with pleasure as he rubbed his thumb over the tip. Something about seeing him pleasure himself drove Vivien toward the edge.

“Oh, God, Elvis, I need you!” she cried out as she frantically chased that high, her inexperienced fingers searching for the right rhythm.

“I got ya, baby.” Elvis leaned forward and, still stroking himself with one hand, reached the index finger of his other hand inside Vivien’s tight hole, pumping gently until her orgasm washed over her, her whole body trembling. Vivien watched as he licked his fingers clean, all the while methodically jerking at his pulsing member. His panting quickened as Vivien leaned down and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip of him. “Oh, Vivien!” he moaned loudly as he spilled into her sweet mouth. Now that she knew what to expect, she swallowed him down more easily. Before leaning back on the couch, she gave a sweet kiss to his softening cock that sent a little shiver through him. “Wow,” Elvis whispered as he tucked himself back into his pants. “You’re really somethin’, ya know that?”

Vivien smiled as she straightened her bra and panties. “I really liked seeing you, uh, touch yourself like that,” she said bashfully. “It was very sexy.”

Elvis’ face turned beet red as he played with one of his rings. “Likewise, baby,” he murmured.

“Y’know, you’re very cute when you get all embarrassed,” Vivien teased, feeling somewhat emboldened by this new level of intimacy.

“I’m not embarrassed,” Elvis protested, still blushing.

“Mm-hm, okay,” Vivien laughed as she intertwined her fingers with his.

Elvis looked down at the way their hands fit together, seemingly lost in thought for a minute. “Get dressed baby, I-I-I wanna show ya somethin’.”

*************************************************

Twenty minutes later, they were driving the winding path through Forest Hill Cemetery. Elvis had been quiet on the drive over, just tracing his fingers absentmindedly over Vivien’s knee. She looked at him questioningly as he pulled the car over to the side and put it in park. But he just silently got out and came around to open her door, offering her his hand for assistance. He clung tightly to it as they wound their way through the graves. She could tell he had traveled this exact path many times.

Elvis came to a stop in front of a modest headstone with statues of angels behind it. The headstone was engraved with the name “Gladys Love Presley.” He gave Vivien’s hand a squeeze before letting go and crouching down in front of the grave. He used his bare hands to lovingly brush the dirt and debris away. A lone tear slid down Vivien’s cheek as she watched him place his hand on the stone and close his eyes in silent prayer.

“Sit with me and my mama for a minute,” he said, reaching up to her with a small smile. Vivien sat down on the ground, tucking her legs under her and carefully arranging her skirt over them. She let out a little shiver as the coolness of the ground soaked into her. “Ya cold, honey?” Elvis asked, noticing she was wearing just a thin blue sweater over her blouse. “Here, lemme take care of ya.” He slipped off his velvet jacket and draped it over her shoulders, his warm scent enveloping her. He sat on the cold ground next to her and took her hand in his.

“I bet your mama’s real proud of what a kind, loving man you are,” Vivien said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. Elvis seemed almost overwhelmed by the compliment, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked away.

“Thank ya, honey, th-that’s real sweet of ya ta say. I sure hope she is proud. All I ever wanted was ta take care of her. I-I-I hope she knows how hard I tried,” he whispered, a tear spilling down his cheek.

“Of course she knows, Elvis. If I can see how good your heart is, certainly your mama knows.”

“She woulda liked ya, honey,” Elvis said with a small smile.

“You think so?” Vivien asked, feeling pleased at the thought.

“Oh, definitely. She woulda loved how sweet ya are, and how ya always see the best in me.” He rubbed his thumb softly over the back of her hand. “And she definitely woulda liked your Christmas decorations,” he added, making Vivien smile. Elvis stared down at their hands as he continued. “I-I think a lot about what advice she might give me if she were here now.”

“What do you think she’d say?” Vivien asked softly.

“Well, my mama, she always followed her heart, y’know? And she taught me ta be the same. B-b-but it’s hard sometimes cuz I don’ like ta see people be hurt. And it’s hard ta end somethin’ without hurtin’ anyone, e-e-even if ya know somethin’ better’s waitin’ on the other side. Do ya understand what I’m sayin’ to ya, honey?” Elvis asked hopefully.

Vivien nodded slowly. “I do, Elvis. It’s just that-”

“Sweetheart, please understand,” Elvis interrupted. “I-I-I know it’s gonna feel the same at first, like I have ta leave and then you’re sad. But I jus’ need a little time ta figure it out, and then we’ll be happy together, okay? Don’t push away from me. The love we feel for each other will have ta be enough for a little bit, okay? Can ya do that, Vivien?”

“The love we feel?” Vivien asked, her mind reeling and her heart racing.

“Well, yeah, Vivien baby, ya know I love ya,” Elvis responded as if he weren’t making her world stop in this moment.

“I love you too, Elvis.” Vivien tried to memorize every detail of the beautiful smile that spread across his face at this admission.

“Well, good. So are ya in this with me then?”

“We’re in it together,” Vivien whispered as she leaned over and planted a kiss on his soft lips.

*************************************************

“Elvis?” Vivien asked. They had stopped for a hamburger after leaving the cemetery and were now snuggled up together in her bed, the TV playing softly in the background.

“Yes, baby?” Elvis murmured. He sounded sleepy.

“I feel bad that I didn’t come see you perform when you asked me to. I really wanted to see you up on that stage, my handsome man.”

Elvis smiled into the back of her neck. “It’s okay, baby, I forgive ya. And trust me, there’ll be plenty of chances for ya ta see me perform. I can’t wait ta show ya what I can do.” He rolled his hips into her with a laugh.

Vivien giggled and turned her head to look at him. “Speaking of that, um, when do you think you’ll make love to me? Y’know, now that we love each other.” She turned her face the other way to hide her blush.

Elvis chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I don’t wanna rush ya at all, sweetheart. We got plenty of time for that. You’ll know when the time feels right, and you’ll let me know.”

“Okay,” Vivien whispered, pulling his arm tight around her, drifting off to the sound of his steady breathing.

When she woke the next morning, Elvis’ warm body was not there, and for a split second she panicked, thinking it had all been a beautiful dream. But there was a note on the pillow next to her.

Baby, I had to take care of some things but I’ll be in touch real soon. Remember were in this together. Love is sufficient unto love.

-EP

She knew it was silly, but Vivien pressed her lips to the note and then held it to her heart. He loved her. She needed to just hold onto that for now and wait for the rest to come.

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[seelestia]

Hello darling, if possible can I request a scaramouche and xiao really wanting to hug the reader a lot of times but being very prideful and scared to ask. Thank you if you write this love your work ❤️!!!

★彡 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇.

❝𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.❞

SUMMARY. is pride worth not being able to relish in your embrace? it's up to them to decide.

CHARACTERS. xiao, scaramouche.

GENRE. fluff, slight crack, slight angst (if you squint), established relationship.

CW. scara's part includes: mentioned hypothetical violence, scara hisses at kindness, the pacing shifts from crack to romantic.

THOUGHTS. aaaa, thank you for liking my works and i hope you'll like this one too! <3 i managed to write this all in one sitting and now, we shall have our fuel of the local touch-starved yet prideful men (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) + note: there was a proportional mistake in scara's part, but i fixed it!

✰ masterlist.

To embrace and be embraced is a common tradition amongst mortals. He isn't a mortal so perhaps, that is why XIAO prefers to stay away from such... childishness.

The unnecessarily close proximity, those awkward positions of the hands (what are the proper placements in the first place?), the possibility that you can hear and tease him for his racing heartbeat. Doing those things is almost akin to throwing rocks on his pride as an Adeptus.

Yet, Xiao only contradicts himself; with the way his arms are aching to gravitate towards you at the weirdest of times.

When you greet him with that silly smile on your face, when you bring him a plate of handmade Almond Tofu, when you ask him about his day, when you have to bid goodbye to him at the end of the day — just like right now.

When tints of red and orange begin to descend upon the skies above Dihua Marsh that is spread out under the balcony where you and your lover stand, the breeze is the gentlest when dusk comes to say its greetings.

As peaceful as it is, this time also rings another bell in your head; that night is about to come and the front door to your home is waiting for its owner.

"I think it's time for me to go now," you mumble with a sigh, yet your feet are still glued in place as if taking a footstep is heavier than lifting a boulder. But this feeling is a routine you have to encounter daily, although there never seems to be a cure.

The desire for a cure to prevent the longing within your heart to be near your lover at all times, that is; something the Conqueror of Demons also happens to share with you.

"Already?" Xiao frowns, a reaction that is unrestrained from his usual composed behavior. Has time passed so quickly? He must've lost track of it again because of your presence, always so distracting but he's not against it.

You almost stifle a laugh at the disbelief in his voice, "I'll come by tomorrow like usual, so you don't have to miss me that much." His frown digs deeper into his forehead, much more now that you're teasing him.

But there is something else occupying his mind, a wish that he is unsure how to communicate and weave into words that you'd understand. Yet, it all comes down to that one problem; that strange and irritating yearning that runs through his hands.

"What is it, Xiao?"

You ask an innocent question, but the Yaksha's cheeks flare up. Xiao is once again reminded of his failure with communicating such a childish want, so he resorts to a mechanism he knows best which is, unfortunately, to deflect.

"Nevermind—"

But you're able to read through him, you always do.

You encase him in your arms, a gentle tug into your embrace that instantly takes him by surprise. As a Yaksha, he always has to be on his guard, anything can be a potential enemy to him — but being around you has long taught him to lower his walls a little, a change he never thought he'd ever allow.

Perhaps, that explains why his first instinct is to give in. And when he does, your scent envelopes him like a light shower of perfume that greets his nose. Not the overbearing kind that other mortals wear and spray to impress the person of their affections.

But rather, it just simply smells like you. It smells like home.

And you're so warm, as if he is sitting by a hearth that lulls him to slumber. That is one last detail Xiao is able to remember before you pull away with a little chuckle that tickles his ear.

He wishes to stay like that a little longer, a tiny voice whispers in his heart. But the warmth comes again; this time, it comes when you grasp his hand softly and your eyes are as tender as your touch.

"If you want a hug, you can just ask me anytime. You don't have to fidget with your hands like that, alright?"

You say that so easily and Xiao feels the frustration rushing in.

Why is it harder when he thinks about it and why is it easier when all you do is just pull him in like that? This matter is a little too confusing for his liking, but the feeling of your warmth being so close is... pleasant.

Xiao can't believe he's succumbing to a tradition practiced by mortals. But if it's with you; perhaps, it isn't so bad, after all.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

SCARAMOUCHE is not a fan of physical touch, emphasis on the not. Never has and never will, you hear?

Such displays of affection only churn the bile of annoyance in his guts even further. That lovey-dovey look in those people's eyes as they stare at each other... Ugh, how utterly disgusting.

Don't you want to puke at the sight? Don't you just want to obliterate these annoying people? Zap them, watch them scurry away in fear, no? Whatever you say, it's a yes from him, definitely.

And yet, why on these cursed lands is he even considering the thought to do that exact same thing?

Trying to push away this pestering feeling proves futile, it's no use. The more he attempts to do so, the more it festers in his mind and Scaramouche sees the need to grumble out his irritation.

If pushing it away results in nothing but vain, then the best he can do is pretend it's not there — which, apparently, translates to boring literal holes into your face with a scowl and he's not even hiding it.

"You look like you're about to roast me for dinner," you blink in a deadpanned manner, quite understandably confused.

He huffs in response, "So, what if I am?"

But in all actuality, Scaramouche isn't here to roast you for dinner, you won't taste good roasted either way. He is staring... well, just because he can, obviously, Do you need him to list all the reasons like a dutiful lawyer in a court? Hmph.

But what he doesn't want you to know is the conflict going on inside his head.

Goodness, you should've seen the way his thoughts are divided into two sides; one where he wants to tell you to shut up and then hug you — and the other where he wants to throw a blanket at you, so your face isn't visible and hopefully by then, these weird thoughts would go away.

Scaramouche is leaning towards the latter side, if he's being brutally honest. But if he did, you'd slam the door on him and tell him to sleep outside. Neither the floor or the couch is a comfortable option for him, so he decides to just let his thoughts go wild while he glowers at you for no particular reason.

He thinks he looks scary, but honestly? You find that menacing glare on his face to be nothing short of adorable, despite how many Fatui recruits would call you insane and crazy for thinking so.

But as adorable as your lover looks, either an event has happened that soured his mood or he is being his usual sour candy self. And you are serious this time; if you can help him get a few frustrations off of his chest, then you want to.

"What's up, then? You can always talk to me about anything, I'll listen."

You ask, blissfully unaware that you are the frustration he's experiencing. The genuine concern on your face makes it all the more unbearable for him — he hisses to himself mentally; fine then, darn his pride, darn his futile attempts, darn it all.

"Don't move."

Scaramouche doesn't elaborate more with snappy comebacks after those simple two words. No, instead, he clasps your shoulders with his hands and turns you around by sheer strength alone.

"Scara? What are you—"

Is he asking you to leave? Does he want some space? These questions come flooding in but just as you are about to speak, you feel a pair of arms cling to your figure.

Ah, you realize. These arms are the very same ones that have just swept you around mere moments ago, but it feels as if that demanding strength has dissipated into an inkling of desperate desire.

Desperate. Huh, if someone were to include this word and his name in one sentence, they would've never lived to see the light of day ever again. But that is one of the feelings you can almost absorb from his touch that holds onto you — and that's alright.

Sometimes, you wish you can tell him that there are times where we can be desperate and it's not wrong to admit that. But if there's anything you know about him, he's definitely a strong-headed one in his beliefs.

That's one of the reasons why you love him in the first place.

His breath against your back almost tickles a chuckle out of you, but the firmness in his voice holds you in place. He mumbles into the fabric of your clothes, "I don't want to see what stupid facial expression you have on right now."

He's such a liar, you smile. No, you know him well enough to know that the reality is that he doesn't want you to see the face he is making.

When it comes to his pride, Scaramouche has never been a bashful one; but at the face of your affections, he all but falters into an embarrassed mess.

"Let's stay like this for a bit," he mutters with a gentler tone this time, almost as if to compensate for the harshness of his prior words.

"Anything for you," you say. He would've grimaced at the sappiness of your words but somehow, as you rest your hand over his without another word, he can't help but smile.

Scaramouche never uses a 'let us' in his sentence, but you get that privilege. So, bow on your knees and be grateful — or you can let him hug you a little longer, take your pick.

© SEELESTIA, august 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

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[lostinlewis]

Are you in the mood for angst/cheating tonight?? 😭

Im currently listening to moth to a flame and the lyrics “does he know you call me when he sleeps, does he know the pictures that you keep..” is so stuck on my head. Could you try to base something on that.. lmao?😭

Baby, you know I am always in the mood for angst hehe...I wanted to make this toxic but instead it is just filled with angst.

Mature.

Words: 2.2k

It had become quite the ritual that as you sat across the dining room table from a man you considered to be the great love of your life, the man who brought you peace in a life built from chaos, a man who let you escape from it all and gave you the shelter to really be you, that your phone would be a distraction that neither one of you could ignore; your husband had a knack for knowing when to ruin the mood. 

“Answer it, it might be important…” 

There was an annoyance in Lewis’ voice that you couldn’t ignore, a tone that was quite the contradiction to his words. Sure, he was telling you to answer your husband's call but he was also telling you that if you did, it would come at the cost of his happiness. The great battle you fought constantly, keeping your lover happy whilst also playing the role of someone's wife too. 

“Sorry, I’ll make it quick I promise.” 

You left your seat in a hurry, waiting until you left the room before you answered what was now the fifth call of the hour, careful to not let your husband even so much hear Lewis’ breath in the same room as you, should it raise suspicions. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It was silent in the background of the call and for a moment you wondered if you had been caught, if he was calling to confront you about your illicit affair, or even if the man you were legally tied to was doing the same as you, standing in the house that wasn’t his own as his lover sat in a room nearby, not that you even cared. 

“The babysitter called, she has to leave in an hour, can you make it home in time?” 

You felt a sunken feeling in the pit of your stomach, you had been so looking forward to this night having not been able to get away for close to a month now, the need to be alone with Lewis for the night, for the whole night, had become quite overwhelming recently. 

“I don’t know, can’t you?” 

Your words were pathetic really, of course you could make it home in time but you didn’t want to, not a single part of you wanted to go home, to go back to your normal life, you had only just gotten a taste of freedom, a reminder of who you were when you weren’t mum and when you weren’t someones wife, surely you deserved a night off too?

“Babe I am at a work function you know how important my job is-” 

Your husband hadn’t stopped his sentence short, Lewis’ hands on your hips from behind forced you to stop listening. As you held the phone loosely to your ear now, you felt his lips tease the nape of your neck, ever so softly placing kisses on every inch of your bare skin whilst his hands began to roam across the material of your dress, cupping a breast with one hand as the other drew lines of seduction across your midriff. 

“Hello? Are you still there?” 

It was your husband's voice that brought you back to reality harshly, no longer had the touch from the man standing behind you kept you hostage in his world, you were given such a harsh reminder of the world in which you actually resided, a world in which you had grown to resent. 

“Sorry, yes…The signal is bad I think…Do I really need to go home?” 

There was an element of desperation in your voice now, pleading with him to grant you permission to escape for just a little longer despite how awful what you were doing was, you felt it was the least you deserved. 

“Tell him you’re not leaving…” 

Lewis whispered the words into your free ear, barely audible yet it scared you all of the same. Pulling away from him, you turned to face him instead and saw the look of darkness in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let you leave easily. 

“Okay fine, I will say my goodbyes and head home…yeah sure, see you tomorrow.” 

There were no niceties, no signs of affection when it came to your husband, that had long since disappeared if it was ever really there at all. 

“I’m sorry Lewis, I-I-” 

Not allowing you to finish the sentence, he pulled you to him once more, resting both hands on your hips as he kissed you with a passion you had only ever felt with him. 

“Do you want to go?” 

His words tickled against your lips as he dared you to leave him when he could taste how desperately you wanted to be with him. 

“No, but-” 

“Baby we don’t do buts around here, come with me…” 

Lewis took you by the hand and gave you no option but to follow him down his seemingly never ending hallway, a silence only broken by your footsteps and weighted with anticipation breaths. 

“Sit with me.” 

Inviting you into his body with an outstretched arm, Lewis laid back on the corner of his sofa, space enough for two. 

“But I have to go…” 

His smile was unwavered by your admission, still he asked you to join him on the sofa with his open body, how could you ever refuse?

“When you are here with me there is nothing you have to do, everything is a choice baby…” 

Lewis welcomed your body against his warmly, wrapping his arms around your entirety, he pulled you closer to him somehow. 

“...Give me ten more minutes with you and then I will drive you home myself.” 

He wasn’t waiting for permission, not now that his time with you had been cut so short. Lewis unwrapped his arms from you as his lips met your neck once more, his hand dancing down the inside of your thigh to so carefully pull them apart. 

“I hate that I have to share you with him…” 

Your eyes were closed and your breath was laboured as you felt every single nerve in your body stand on edge, your senses driven mad by the touch of his soft lips against your neck and his fingers gently stroking the outside of your panties. 

“I hate that I only ever get to love you in secret…” 

A gasp left your lips as you felt the pad of his finger tease through your folds with the aim to find the spot that always made you putty in his hands, and he found it with ease. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he stroked circles that told of how much of an expert he was in your pleasure, no longer could he multitask with kisses, he could now only watch your face contort with deep satisfaction, he looked on with pride mixed with love, knowing that in that very moment in time you were his, only his. 

“You know I will wait for you as long as it takes…look at you, so beautiful…I will wait for you always.”

His words felt like a soft poem being read to keep you teetering on earth whilst his touch dared you to rise above it. You were never one to care for religion, nor were you particularly spiritual, but in that moment, when you were at your most vulnerable with Lewis, you felt he was a God, it was the only way to explain how a man could know your body and know how to make you feel better than even you could. 

“I don’t want to let you cum baby, I want to keep you here for as long as possible…” 

It still amazed you that he knew when orgasm was close without you ever telling him, but he knew, he always knew. 

“Please…please…oh my-please…” 

You begged him for release, you begged him to make you feel like only he could, but at the same time you were begging him to let you go. 

“I want to let you baby, I really do…but I don’t want you to go, I want you here with me…always.” 

The moan you let out as you felt his words penetrate your skin was born from pleasure but mostly frustration. You needed a release, sure, but most of all you needed him to know that there was not a single part of you that wanted to leave him too. 

“Please…” 

It was that plea that did it, the singular plea that was more of a whimper than a word. Neither one of you were sure who exactly you were asking for more, the orgasm or the permission to go home, but either way, Lewis knew he could keep you no longer. 

“There you go baby, there you fucking go…” 

His voice was husk with admiration now, the weight of his desire to be inside you made the words catch in his throat as he watched you fall apart right there in his lap, the ability to both make you lose control and to provide you shelter to do so unabashed made him burst with pride. 

“Thank you, Lewis.” 

Your voice was nothing more than a tired whisper now, words you forced yourself to speak through sheer emotional exhaustion as you stayed wrapped in the loving arms of the man who promised you a world you would never be able to live in. 

-

Lewis had given you a moment to freshen up alone, allowing you to fix your hair and your dress in the bathroom shielded from his view, knowing that you always took a while to readjust to the ‘other’ you once you had been with him but also knowing how crucial it was that you did. 

It took you by surprise that he was still sitting in the state you had left him in, typing away on his phone, not in any way looking like he was ready to leave the house. 

“Did you change your mind? Should I call a cab?” 

It was then that Lewis stood, it was then that you noticed it was your phone he had in your hand not his, and there was a look of intent on his face as he handed it to you. 

“No need, I spoke with your husband, you’re not leaving.” 

You felt your world crash down around you as his words registered. What had he done? 

“You what? Lewis, fuck…why would you do this?” 

You saw the look in his eyes that told you he was toying with the idea of letting you stew a little longer, like there was a little part of him that enjoyed your distress, as if it was akin to revenge for how often you put him last.

“Relax, I messaged him as if I was you. I told him you had car trouble and that the mechanic wasn’t going to be able to get to you until morning and so you had to stay the night with a friend…” 

The smile on his face was smug, like he was ahead in a competition and the prize, you, was closer than ever to being his. 

“You have no right to do that.”

Shocked by the annoyance in your voice, Lewis screwed up his face as he looked at you. 

“Well it was the only way I could get you to stay here, I thought you’d be happy, I thought you wanted to be here?” 

“I do…of course I do…just, you’re not like him, you don’t try to control me, what if he guessed that it wasn’t me that was messaging him? What if he found out about you?” 

Lewis rolled his eyes ever so slightly as he took you by your waist once more. 

“Then I guess I would finally have you all to myself…” 

“It’s not as easy as that, you know it isn’t. I have a life, I have kids…I can’t just leave that all behind because I am in love with the man who I happened to meet last.” 

“I would never ask you to leave any of that behind baby, what you have is what you are and I would love and accept your life and your kids as if they were my own.” 

“I can’t leave him, Lewis…I can’t…” 

Pulling you into a hug the very moment he saw the upset on your face, not allowing the tear that slid down your cheek to land anywhere but on his shirt, Lewis held you as if the words you had not yet spoken weighed you down terribly. 

“I know you are not ready to leave him, I know. I told you I would wait for you and I will, I will wait for you forever if that is what it takes, but just know the moment you are ready, this…all of this…” 

He signalled to the house that you were both standing in as he spoke, a symbol of all that his world really was.

“...will be ready to welcome you home. I have so much space for you, for your kids…I have so much love to give too. And maybe you will never be ready to leave him, maybe the thought of it is a little too scary, but I will wait for you nevertheless. I will wait for you right here, ready for the chance to love you how you truly deserve, finally.” 

#LHex

[ellebakers]

✭・. WITH MY BEST GIRL (+18)

Mickey Garcia x reader

Summary : Mickey and you are meant for each other, but you're too scared to admit it, until jealousy takes over.

Warnings : Angst but fluff at the end, smut, language.

mickey and you met the first day he was called back to top gun, you were serving beers at the hard deck trying to gently make a certain blond named Jake understand that you weren't interested in his advances, fanboy came to your rescue and since then you have become inseparable.

that's why you find yourself in front of the door of mickey's apartment, a year after your meeting, a gift package in your hands to celebrate his birthday, you rang and in no time the brunette opened the door for you, a big smile on his face and his eyes filled with stars seeing you was the best thing of his day.

"y/n ! I'm glad to see you, you look good."

you lowered your head to hide the blush that appeared on your cheeks.

"thank you mike, happy birthday." you handed him the gift and entered his apartment where most of the guests were present. "y/n thank you, but you didn't have to-" you turned to him, frowning "don't you dare finish your sentence mike, it’s your birthday." he bit his lip to keep himself from smiling even more.

the party continued without seeing mickey too much, after all, he is the star of the day it's normal for people to talk to him, but you would still like to have him all to yourself.

"y/n ! hi baby."

"natasha ! how are you ?"

phoenix is by far your favorite person on the team (other than fanboy of course.)

"oh you know, the routine, the practices, and bradley proposed to me."

"wait WHAT ?!"

you jumped into the arms of phoenix to hug her. "congratulation ! i am so happy for you."

"thank you."

"you have to tell me how he did that."

natasha opened her mouth to explain to you, but at the same time the light went out and toxic by britney spears started, you exchanged a look with phoenix as a circle formed in the middle of the living room.

you decided to approach, but once in front of the show, you froze on the spot, a blonde was doing a lap dance to mickey.

what bothered you the most wasn't the blonde who rubbed against him, but it was the fact that your favorite pilot, the one you had fallen in love with, was holding her hips and seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.

tears were welling up in your eyes, but you couldn't really blame him, you're not in a relationship, but this sight was hurting you, that's why you took your things and headed for the exit.

while you were waiting for the elevator, a door noise was heard, you turned instinctively and saw mickey, you put yourself back in front of the elevator to wipe your tears discreetly.

"you are leaving already, without saying goodbye ?"

he was pissed off, you could hear it in his voice.

"um, yeah, i’m not feeling too well."

"are you sure that's it ?"

"yeah, what else could it be ? you should go back to your party, britney spears is waiting for you."

he scoffed. "if you have something to tell me, go ahead."

the ding of the elevator sounded and you sigh."mickey, there's a gorgeous blonde waiting for you, you shouldn't waste your time with me."

you were hoping he would tell you that you're not a waste of time, but he doesn't say anything.

you wished him a last happy birthday and you left without meeting his gaze.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

 a week passed without news from mickey, he hadn't come to the bar and you hadn't tried to talk to him either.

"you should talk to him sweetie."

penny is an angel but there was no way you would start the conversation.

"absolutely not penny, he didn't try to contradict me when I told him that I was a waste of time, and he didn't try to talk to me."

"he was drunk and lost honey, but he really loves you, and you love him too, don't you ?"

"of course I love him, but that's not the question."

"I don't think like you, but anyway, maverick is going to come with the team to enjoy the beach, you will have the opportunity to talk to him."

"wait wha–"

at the same time the doorbell rang and familiar faces arrived, hangman, rooster, payback, phoenix, coyote, bob and…. fanboy.

an hour had passed without you and mickey exchanging a word.

after a while, a new pilot that you had met on the birthday party, approached the bar.

"um, hi, I don't know if you remember me, we met last saturday."

"yes, steve is that right ?"

the boy smiled "yes, hum you forgot this at the party and phoenix told me you worked here so i wanted to give it to you"

it was your necklace

"oh my god thank you i thought i lost it for good"

he was smiling at you "It's fine, but, how did you manage to have lost it"

you laughed lightly "it's a bit broken, and when I move too much, it comes off"

"why do you keep it then?"

"it has sentimental value" the truth is that it was mickey who gave it to you for your birthday last year.

he nodded.

"So Steve, what can I get you to drink?"

"oh um a coke will be perfect"

"go for a coke then"

you spent the next hour chatting with Steve, he was really nice, he told you how he asked his wife to marry him, how much he loves her, he even showed you pictures of his baby.

"you have a lovely family"

"thanks, what about you–"

a tap on the shoulder prevented steve from continuing

"hellboy, maverick is looking for you, he would like to talk to you"

it was Mickey…

"oh ok, Y/n, thanks for everything"

you nodded smiling at him "it was a pleasure"

he smiled at you, took his can and left.

mickey took his place and stared at you

"what can I get you ?"

"can we talk ?"

"I can't, I'm working"

"oh no y/n, you haven't taken your break yet, go ahead, I manage" you turned to penny with a glare.

mickey had a winning smile on his face

you sigh "okay"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and the pilot are used to meeting in a secluded little corner of the beach to talk when one of you needs it, that's why you weren't surprised when mickey headed over there.

once you arrive you sit down.

nobody spoke and it annoyed you, mickey asked to speak to you, but he said nothing.

you then cut the silence "what do you want to talk about ? "

he turned his head towards you

"why are you avoiding me?"

"I am not, you are"

"what ? no i’m not"

you didn't know what to say, you then decided to tell him what you had wanted for too long "ok it's true, I'm avoiding you, I'm avoiding you because you hurt me. You hurt me by letting me go last week without trying to hold me back"

"But I tried, I came when you were waiting for the elevator"

"that's not what I meant. When I told you I was a waste of time, you didn't try to contradict me. You didn't ask me to stay, and I know that I'm selfish to blame you for that, but when I saw you with her, it hurt so much, that's why I left, and I don't know why I blame you, After all, we're not a couple, but the truth is, I wish we were, I love you Mickey, and I know now it's not reciprocal but-"

"What makes you think it isn't ?"

you frown slightly "What ?"

"What makes you think it's not reciprocal ?"

"well, i don’t know, you didn't try to see me this week"

"I gave you space"

"You looked like you were having fun with the blonde"

"On this one I screwed up, but I was drunk and turned on by your outfit, knowing that I couldn't touch you, Y/n you have no idea what the dress you were wearing made me want to do you, so I projected my fantasies onto her, but I didn't sleep with her after you left"

His honesty leaves you speechless and slightly turn on.

"well, hum, again, you didn't try to hold me back"

"yes and again, the only way I wanted to hold you back was by slamming you against that fucking elevator and kissing you, but I knew when in the state I was in, I was going to end up fucking you against it and I didn't want to do a thing that you didn't want"

there was a silence before you shrug your shoulders

"What makes you think I didn't want to"

he didn't move, shocked by your answer, seeing him like that made you smirk.

"fuck it"

before you understand, he crushed his lips against yours in a fiery kiss.

you only step aside when you've run out of air

"y/n i love you so much, you’re the only one for me"

You bit your lip to stop smiling "i love you so much mickey garcia" you kissed him again and an idea came to your mind

you stopped kissing him but he chased your lips away with his

you laid him gently on the sand and positioned yourself above him

his hands automatically landed on your hips "what are you doing ?"

"I will show you how much I love you"

he shook his head "you don't have to.... oh shit"

he bobbed his head back and groaned as you started rocking your hips back and forth against him.

seeing him under you, like that, made you wet even more.

"i want you mickey, i want you to take me"

the more you moved your hips the more you felt him harden against you which made you moan

"shit y/n, you're going to kill me"

his hands were sliding down your summer dress, you were happy that you had chosen a rather short dress when he slipped his hand between your thighs and played with your clit through your panties "gosh, mickey please do something"

he got up slightly and with his other hand he began to undo his belt

he kissed you, letting his tongue enter your mouth you moaned against him as he pushed your panties down and inserted two fingers inside you

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yes"

after a few maneuvers, you settled back on him, this time you both were completely naked

he attacked your neck with kisses as you grabbed his erect member and pumped it gently with your hand, which made him moan, then you alternated your movements between fast and slow.

After a while he pushed your hand away "stop, I want to cum inside you"

You kissed him one last time before pressing him, this time hard, against the sand. Your dominant side seemed to please him given the look he gave you. You guided his member towards your center, and in one fell swoop, you impaled yourself on top of him, the feeling was so good that you let out a moan.

You started your moves and Mickey rolled his head back biting his lip to keep from moaning. You weren't trying to hold them back, you wouldn't be able to anyway, so you let your moans come out with every moves,

"shit, mickey i’m gonna"

"I know baby, me too"

after a while fanboy grabbed your hips and swapped positions so he was on top

"damn you're so tight"

you looked down to see where your two bodies were linked, and seeing his cock come out and into you and the sweat dripping down his abs made you moan worthy of a porn movie

Mickey started going faster and faster while playing with your clit and during a strong jerk you arch your back and cum around him. The pilot was not far either, you knew it so to give him a boost you whispered in his ear "if you knew how many times I touched myself imagining that"

And just like that he withdrew and emptied himself on your belly

he lay down on you and did not move in order to catch his breath

you stroked his hair, smiling "Do you want to go swimming ?"

he looked up and smiled at you "with my best girl, always"

#mickey garcia #fanboy imagine #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun x you #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia x reader #danny ramirez #danny ramirez x reader #fanboy top gun #fanboy x reader

[sparkles-oflight]

Metulji

Synopsis: Angst BoKris Fanfic inspired by Metulji. We follow Bojan, who is trying to fall asleep, alone, missing his "beloved" more than ever.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics implied: Anxiety

Author's note: I started crying when I wrote this at midnight :') It had never happened to me in a fanfic. I recommend reading it at night for extra pain.

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Laying down the half-empty bed, he gripped onto the sheets.

Alone.

He was alone in that dark blue night. The light that came out of windows was barely enough to see his own hand grip.

The smell, the voice, the silhouette of his beloved had left him. The sheets felt colder than ever. His tears had now replaced the bright smile he enjoyed so much.

He missed touching those curls, tangling his fingers as he kissed his beloved.

But the butterflies were all gone.

He wanted to reach out for a hand that wasn't there. He wanted to cry but he couldn't drown. He just wanted to rest and take one last breath.

It was exhausting. It was terrifying.

"Bojan?" A voice so familiar to him resonated in his mind. He knew it wasn't real.

- Bojan. - he opened his eyes to a bright orange environment.

Next to him, Kris was concerned. Bojan was gripping onto his sweater.

- Having a nightmare?

- Are you real? - the famously brave singer was scared, terrified about the idea of all of this being an illusion.

- Of course.

- Am I dreaming?

- Well, I'm flattered I'm a piece of your dreams. - Kris smiled.

The smile Bojan missed so much.

The light stand allowed him to see Kris' face and body as Bojan traced them with his fingers. Then, he moved his hand to his hair.

The butterflies were all over Bojan's stomach making him more excited than ever, but also anxious...

- I love you. - Bojan said.

Without a single word, Kris scooted closer holding him in an embrace.

Bojan gave in and let himself be hugged as Kris pat him on the head.

- I love you too. - Bojan felt a tear of Kris' eyes fall on his hair.

Bojan didn't want to cry. He wanted to be the strong one. He wanted to stay in that embrace forever...He wanted to stay with his beloved.

- Začutim te - "I feel you" - Vsakič, ko se spremeniš - "Every time you change".

Kris softly sang a song familiar to both of them...

-  Slišim vsakič, ko mi nekej zamolčiš - "I hear you every time you keep something from me" - Solze so nadomestile tvoj nasmeh - "The tears replaced your smile".

Kris took a deep breath before continuing and that breath helped Bojan calm down.

- Ne svetijo se ti več kodri v laseh - "There are no more luscious hair curls in you" - Ne spiva mirno, odkar metulji so odšli - "We don't sleep calming since the butterflies left".

Bojan wanted to stay strong, but that was only a want.

- Čakava tiho, da se nekej dogodi - "We are quietly waiting for something to happen" - Plavajo sanje, nosijo ure najine - "The dreams float, carrying our hours" - Naj mi jih vrne, ta ki jih ukradel je - "The one who stole them may never give them back to me".

He started crying hard, gripping onto Kris stronger than he had ever. The feeling of that familiar sweater was the only thing that helped him find his ground.

- Za roko te držim - "I'm holding your hand" - A se ne dotikava - "But we aren't touching"

Bojan felt a hand trying to grip his.

- Utapljajo se oči - "The eyes drown" - A ne jokava - "But we aren't crying"

Kris described all those contradictions...

- Za roko te držim - All those lines Bojan knew too well - A se ne dotikava.

All those lines he wrote.

- Pleševa zadnji ples - "We are dancing our last dance" - Da spet zadihava - "So that we can breath again".

Bojan finally did the thing he was terrified to do...He tried to remember the familiar smell of his beloved and when he did.

He opened his eyes.

- Prepih v temi, počiva v moji postelji - "Draught in the dark, it rests in my head" - Ko me objame se mi v glavi zavrti - "When it embraces me the world keeps spinning".

Bojan was alone in the dark blue room. Back to square one.

- Obrnem se na tvojo stran - "I turn to your side" - A komaj vidim tvoj obris - "But I can barely see your face".

But Kris' voice kept resonating in his mind as if the universe was mocking him.

-Z' mojе obleke, se zgubil je tvoj odtis - "Your traces are gone from my clothes".

- I KNOW! - Bojan yelled.

Sobbing out loud. Louder than he had ever in his life.

- I KNOW THAT YOU HELD MY HAND AND WE WEREN'T TOUCHING. - he got up and started walking around in circles, panicking - I KNOW OUR EYES DROWNED AND WE WEREN'T CRYING! I KNOW WE DANCED SO THAT WE COULD BREATHE AGAIN! I KNOW ALL OF THAT! I WROTE ALL THOSE LINES.

He started taking it all out on the pillow. He was done being mocked. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to destroy everything. He wanted...

He wanted to re-live everything. He wanted to rebuild everything.

If there really was a God, did it want to see him suffer? Did it want Bojan to feel as if he was dying? How much suffering did it want to inflict on him?

His heart was about to explode as if he had run a whole marathon.

He tried to remember that calm breath that helped him so many times.

And as his heart calmed down...

- God... - he looked at the pillow - I loved you so fucking much. More than anyone could.

He finally let himself rest on said pillow as he collapsed from exhaustion.

"When did the butterflies leave us?"

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Afternote: A dream within a dream, yay! I love writing dreams and nightmares (Ask my scriptwriting teacher, that's what I'm best at). So...don't ask me what happened to Kris. I don't know. But something broke these two apart.

MASTER POST | Recommended next: THE SHADE

#joker out #joker out bojan #joker out kris #bokris #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #joker out fanfic #fanfic #writing #for some reason Tumblr decided to post the fic whenever now #i hadn't even pressed the publish button #nor did I queue it because idk how to do that?? #I wanted to post it later #but ofc I can't have anything working for me

[skyechild]

Athazagoraphobia:

(noun) The fear of being forgotten.

𖤐Summary: there was only one think that scares you the most, its being forgotten. Slowly drifting away from people you loved the most.

𖤐Pairing: ateez x reader

𖤐Genre: angst

𖤐Word count: 1.3k

𖤐Warnings: none, only angst and cursing, established

𖤐 network and tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky /

𖤐: Authors notes: i hurt myself writing this tbh. I might write a pt.2 if asked

You bit your lip, looking at the table then your drink. You had already started getting the pitiful looks. The ones dedicated to when someone gets stood up. You glanced down at your phone. The shop was closing in 15 minutes. You clenched your fists, a glossy sheen covering your eyes.

Standing up you bowed towards the staff, refusing to make eye contact. "Thank you and im sorry." You left, barely remembering the bags you had gotten for your boyfriends. The doorbell going off just sending your mood plummeting even more. You rubbed your eyes with your forearm since your hands were occupied.

Walking towards the shared apartment you unlocked it. You were half tempted to break everything you gotten gotten for them. a few records for Hongjoong, a new lego set for Seonghwa, a puppy plushie with a slytherin scarf around the neck for Yunho. Yeosang had something you commissioned from someone. It was a beautiful bracelet, 9 charms dangling from the silver. Yeosang's skin was always sensitive to a lot of accessories.

San got a little mountain keychain and a custom plushie of byeol. (you loved that cat and always joked about stealing her.) Mingi got a small necklace then ended right at his sternum, the sun and moon hanging from it. Wooyoung got a book of 'coupons' that he could use all year and the one item he has been wanting for months. Jongho got a new hoodie (because you stole most of his.) and a plushie of a bear. But they were too expensive.

You opened the door, hearing the loud voice of Wooyoung followed by the others laughter. Purposely slamming the door to signal your arrival. You heard the living room go silent, the air tense as you kicked on your shoes. Walking around the corner you held back the tears as you noticed one of your friends on the couch. You had introduced them a few months ago and you you were happy they got along.

But then they started drifting away. Forgetting important dates, times you were supposed to go somewhere. With their excuse of 'we didnt notice the time go by.' You shook your head, sighing. You threw the bags onto the couch, landing in the lap of Yeosang and Mingi. "Get out. All of you. Go stay somewhere else for tonight." Your voice was curt and cold. Eyes blank but watery. "I dont want to see you guys tonight." You dropped your backpack before walking towards your bedroom.

You heard the silence before you heard the whispers, footsteps moving around and you only heard one pair leaving. You locked your door as soon as you heard footsteps get close, followed by soft knocking. "Y/n?" You snapped, turning to face the door. "Go the fuck away Seonghwa." You hissed, hitting the door, hearing the soft gasp.

Seonghwa knew they fucked up. There was no nickname. No 'Hwa'. No, there was anger, rejection and sadness. "You guys always fucking forget something. Am i really the one you guys are dating? Or is it Sujin? You're spending so much time with her that i dont know what we are anymore. Maybe this relationship was a mistake." It was quiet again, footsteps freezing in place.

Did you really think that? Hongjoong pushed Seonghwa out of the way, jiggling the door handle. "Open the door Y/n. Please?" You shook your head, momentarily forgetting they couldnt see you. "I really dont want to see any of you." Hongjoong huffed. "You dont mean that." You sat on your bed, laying on your stomach, opting to not answer. "Y/n open this door or im going to break it down."

The words contradicted the tone in San's voice. His voice was soft and worried. Oh so now theyre caring. You scoffed, turning your head the other way, refusing the urge to answer. Dont you fucking dare break that door. You stood up quickly, calling your father as you packed a small bag.

"Dad?" You murmured as he picked up. Placing the phone between your ear and shoulder you shoved clothes in the bag, sniffling softly. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Whats wrong? What did they do? I told you it wasnt a good idea. Are you coming over?" You hiccupped in response. "Is it ok if i do?" He chuckled softly. "Do you want me to come get you?" You glanced at the door. You know they were afraid of your dad, he had made threats on multiple occasions. Hidden threats and blatant ones. "No, i think ill be ok." He hummed softly before taking a breath.

"Put me on speaker so i can hear everything." Following his words you set the phone on speaker, placing it down on the table. The soft knocking and quiet begging started back up. "Y/n please? Im sorry we forgot. Sujin arrived and-" Yunho was cut off. "Y/n i told you she was using you! How many times did i tell you to leave her?" Your dads voice had raised. "She was never your friend, she wanted the boys and you knew that. You knew she did." He sighed.

Your dad never liked Sujin. Very verbal in his dislike of her. You heard footsteps before you heard another quiet knock, this time Jonghos voice filtering through, causing both you and your dad to soften a bit. "Baby?" Your dad had a soft spot for the youngest. "Please let me in..." You wanted to say no but you could tell your dad was thinking about it too. "Let only him in sweetheart." You were sure they couldnt hear him as the silence was loud.

You walked closer, unlocking the door and opening it a bit to pull the youngest in, slamming the door and locking it right after. The complaints coming soon after. "You dont deserve to be in here, with your dumb fucking excuses i know youre going to start spewing." Jongho frowned, shoulders slouching. "I only want the truth." He nodded, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.

You unconsciously took a step back as you noticed the movement. "Im dating you." He spoke, voice soft. "You know this." You did, he was usually the one that remembered and arrived even if the others didnt. You let him continue. "We were getting ready when she arrived, we thought it was ok for a small chat before we left but time passed quickly..." You nodded, arms crossed. You knew how fast time flied sometimes.

It felt like that whenever you were with the boys. Hours going by without you noticing. You looked at him. "You guys never thought to i dont know, check the fucking clock?" He bit his lip. "Did you even remember how important today was? I was our fucking anniversary." He bit his lip, harder, remembering the bags of things you had thrown at them.

"Im sorry baby." He whispered, he sounded so sincere that you took a step forward, not noticing how your dad had ended the call. "I really want you guys to think about what happened today. Go stay somewhere else. We- I need some time to come to terms that some of you...might not care for me as much as i thought you did." You held up a finger when Jongho opened his mouth.

"Have you ever kissed her?" He shook his head rapidly, you believed him. Jongho was loyal to a fault. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as tears formed. "Take them with you when you leave..." You whispered and he hugged your waist tightly, nodding. "San was serious about breaking down your door." He whispered and you rolled your eyes. "I bet he was, but you wouldve stopped him for me."

He nodded, shoving his face in your neck and inhaling. You still smelled like raspberries. You rested your head against his. "Goodnight Jongho..." He pulled back as you did, reluctantly, but he did. This is why he was the one you went to the most. He respected your boundaries. Not that the others didnt.

#skyechilds work #ateez imagine #cultofdionysusnet

[kimtaesss]

Title: A hidden bet

Summary: it was the first year of college, the first day you bump into that stranger. That stranger ends up holding your heart and lies with him for a couple of years.

Pairings: Jungkook x reader; Mentions of  Taehyung x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers; classmates to lovers; angst; fluff

Warnings: supportive mother (maybe way too much 🤷‍♀️); yoongi being a horrible but typical cousin; oc making a fool of herself 😭; there might be some cringy conversations (it could just me cringing at my own work though); I believe that’s all!

masterlist | 01 | tba

“I can take you to school and then bring you back home!”

“Oh no! It’s fine mom, I'll be okay on my own!”

Your mother did not accept that response. Instead, she leaned closer to you, making it possible for you to practically taste what she had for breakfast. It was not something you wanted to deal with this early.

You were grateful for all the support and love your mother has been giving you lately, especially since it was the first day of your first year in college. But you felt like you needed to take this step on your own or at-least not with your mother.

“Don’t be silly! Come on, let’s go” She grabbed the car keys, and looked around for her purse. She was determined to do it her way, her smile widened, and it made it impossible for you to contradict her.

She studied your face, the way your lips formed into a pout. Which led her to know what was going to come out of your mouth, or at least knowing it was bad news. You had this habit when it came to you speaking from your heart, you always pouted, whether that be intentional or not, it’s just the way your face reacted when you were honest but afraid to be.

You kept glancing around the room, afraid of sharing, and wording things poorly.

“Yeah.. let’s go ahead and do that”

You completely backed down, you are and always will be a coward. How were you supposed to survive college, when you couldn’t even be honest and open with your own mother? It’s not like she’s going to hate you for sharing your feelings and concerns, and you know that very well. It’s just that you were afraid of letting people down, so instead you push your own dreams and hopes, because you’d rather let yourself down a billion times, then let anyone else down once.

Your mother walks towards you, with smaller steps. She places the car keys, and her purse down on the counter in front of you, and embraces you with the biggest hug she could give you. You were evidently bewildered, and once you felt something wet on your shoulder, and your mother frantically shaking, you were even more confused and to be quite honest, scared.

“What’s wrong mom?!” You ask, while your voice quivers. You constantly pat her back, and remain frozen. You kept biting your lips, afraid of saying the making any noise, or worse, cry with her.

“You’re all grown up! My baby’s grown up” she babbles on, while you continue to pat her back, and occasionally slide your hands up and down, hoping to soothe her.

“Mom-“

Before you could finish your sentence, your cousin interfered and you had never been relieved. You couldn’t even contain the huge sigh that came out of your mouth once he spoke.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Your mother detaches herself from you, and moves her hair out of way. Her cries left her looking like a mess, she had snot running out of her nose every passing second, despite her attempts of cleaning it off with her fingers. Her mascara was also running down her face, and she honestly looked like she showered with makeup on. It wasn’t her best look that’s for sure.

“Language!” Your mother emphasized, as she pulled his ear.

“Ow! That shit hurts!”

You roll your eyes at the scene in front of you. This was not exactly how you pictured your day going, especially before you had your classes.

“Yoongi, just behave already” you scolded.

You picked up the car keys your mother had placed on the counter, and pushed the chair backwards to give you enough space to ditch this mess and house in general.

“Whatever’s. Let’s go already, you’re so slow!” He whines, as he drags his feet.

“You’re so fucking annoying” you attempted to whisper.

“Language!” Your mother exclaimed. Her arms were crossed one over another, and her feet kept tapping against the floor. It was the same posture that rushed you out of that door, knowing she was giving you both a warning before you got your ass beat.

“Love you!” You blurted, as Yoongi grabbed your hand, and dragged you out of that house.

“I’m not getting my ears pulled again” he said while continuing to push you out of that house, and into that car.

You laughed in response to his dramatics. You knew in that instant that your first day wasn’t going to be so bad. After all, you had a dramatic and lovable person right beside you.

“Don’t forget your seat belt!” You cheerfully say.

And with that you drove off forgetting all those negative thoughts that have been on your mind the whole week.

So it turns out the company you depended on, had just left you alone in a hall full of strangers.

“Fuck my life” you said under your breathe, as you examined for anything that helped you locate your class.

“231.. no.” You squint your eyes, as you use your finger to point at the class number. “257… no. Where the hell is 405?”

You started to feel anxious. Constantly checking your phone for the time, hoping that time will stay still. You could not arrive to your class late, it’s the most embarrassing thing ever. You could just feel your sweat all over your body, especially in your armpit area. It’s gross, you immediately want to use the pamphlet that was given to you, to dry it off. But you also don’t want to grab too much attention so instead you kept cluelessly walking.

Maybe you should just skip the class? Or even, just drop out of college altogether. Okay now you were totally freaking out. You grab onto your shirt, and pull it forwards. You kept flapping it to create some air, something that doesn’t make you this hot and red.

“Okay! just breathe” you walk in a circle, as you keep inhaling and exhaling.

Your vision is blurred. You can’t see things as clearly as before, and it’s leading you to feel this heaviness in your chest and head. You had made a complete fool of yourself on the first day. Maybe you just weren’t meant to be something important. Maybe you should just give up.

You kept calling Yoongi, in hopes that he could give you exceptionally clear directions. But every time you tried calling him it would take you directly to voicemail. This was about to be your last straw. There must be this dark cloud following you around. You were in constant trouble and self doubt, but then again you were alone. There was no one beside you, reassuring you that everything is or will be okay. It sounds childish and dumb, but you needed an immense amount of support, and not having it left you looking, well like this.

“I’m so sorry!” you hear as your body rapidly hits the ground.

You take a deep breath, and move your hair out of the way. You don’t even want to look up, and see who was in front of you afraid of it leading you to more trouble.

A hand reaches down to your level, and you have no other choice but to accept it. Imagine falling down in front of a bunch of strangers, and choosing to stay on the ground. It was humiliating, your body shivered just thinking of all the whispers and things people were saying behind your back.

“Thanks” you mumble, as you wipe yourself off, despite there not being anything on your shirt or pants.

“I’m such an idiot. I really shouldn’t be running in the halls, I am just so sorry” he bites on his lips, while he holds a worried expression.

“Well you really shouldn’t. I definitely feel like a concussion is coming soon, I might have to sue you”

“Wait, really? I’m just a college student, so you won’t be getting much of me anyway”

You both hold a stare and eventually break the contact, making you both jointly laugh.

“Jungkook” he announces while stretching his hand towards you, and revealing this bright and mellow smile.

It was a bit mortifying to admit this but you felt like a teenager, you suddenly realized that there was an attractive man in front of you, who also happens to share the same humor as you. You just knew you were about to either do something that makes you want to drown, or worse drive him away. You felt the sweat from earlier coming back, your cheeks were beyond any doubt red. You probably looked like you had finished running a marathon.

“Get it together y/n” you utter, thinking that he wouldn’t hear you, but of course, luck has not been your friend today.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you y/n”

Here he goes again with that warm smile. It was just so perfect, that you couldn’t even feel embarrassed. Sure, he overheard you and he most likely has an idea of why you are acting like a kid but still you were somewhat fine with that.

“Um.. it’s nice to meet you too!”

You both stay silent, but still continue staring at each other. It sounds strange, and you know it but it felt like fate put you both together. You were feeling alone and now you had someone with you.

“Are you–”

“Actually–”

You both say at the same time. It’s a comedy show between you two. You kept chuckling throughout your whole conversation.

“You can go first,” he comments.

“Oh okay. Well I was just wondering if you knew where room 405 was located? I’m already–” You looked at your watch for the time, and once you see the time, you can’t help but panic. You were running late! This can’t keep happening to you.

“Late?” he finishes the sentence for you, because he’s just that perfect and smart, and you were probably given him more credit than he deserves but you were starstrucked.

You simply nod your head, as you convert to a panic state.

“Don’t worry, come on, i’ll lead the way”

Okay so maybe you were being dramatic the whole time. Maybe you don’t have this dark cloud over you, destroying every little good thing and turning it into something bad.

“You’re a lifesaver!”

And with that you walk alongside him hoping that he asks for your number or frankly anything that confirms he wants to keep seeing you.

Your hands kept accidentally touching eachother, it was probably due to your close proximity. You kept giggling to whatever had come out of his mouth. Probably making a fool out of yourself, again. But it just felt nice to talk someone that wasn’t your cousin or mom. You sound like a complete loser, but its true.

“I really think you’ll like it here” he comments.

Oh, he has no idea how much you like it here already.

“Well here it is” he points at the door that is preventing you from staying longer with him.

You know you could make the first move but you were literally having a panic attack not so long ago, and you’re clearly a mess and not even in his level, so maybe it’s not a good idea to tell yourself that there is something going on when there clearly isn’t.

“I guess it’s a good thing you ran into me” you scratch behind your neck. “Uh- because you know, I would be lost without you” you slightly tilt your head, and look away, while your eyes were alarming wide. You just kept making things worse.

He tried to hold back his smile, but it was evidently clear what his mouth was trying to do.

“I’m glad I could help you out”

You waved him goodbye, and kept stumbling on your way to your door.

“Need help?” he questioned.

“No! I’m okay!” you immediately replied.

“I just want to make sure you don’t get lost”

You turn around, offended, that he threw that back to your face. Maybe not offended, but it you felt awkward. He made you realize why it’s important to think before you speak.

“My bad!” he puts his hands up before you say anything to him.

You wanted to slightly push him or hit him as a joke, but you were a stranger, sadly. So you are stuck rolling your eyes, and going back to walking inside your classroom.

“What time does your class end?” he screams, while your body was half way in.

“3:30, why?”

“I’ll see you after then?”

He’s so ugh! Yes a billion times yes! You wanted to not walk in that classroom and go with him right now, afraid that he won’t be waiting for you outside the door once you're done with your class. But you can’t look desperate, at least not more than you already have.

“Yeah! I’ll see you after”

He waved you goodbye, and you awkwardly sent one back. You had made yourself look like a fool all day, and now your first impression with your professor and classmates is most likely not the best.

You quietly walk towards the back of the room, and sit down. You place your bag on the floor, after taking out your notebook and pen. You stared ahead, and hoped that you were not too behind the lecture.

Horribly enough, you did end up missing the lecture because you kept thinking of Jungkook, and what he had up his sleeve. You just kept wishing and praying that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself again.

Maybe he’ll ask you on a date? Or what if he just wants to be a friend? Ugh, you just couldn’t stand the idea of not knowing.

“Uh-- You.” You snap out of your trance. You pay attention to your surroundings, moving your head left and right. You notice a couple of people staring at you, and at first you didn’t think much about it but then you noticed your professor looking at you. This is just great, you weren’t even paying attention.

“yes?” you timidly reply.

“How do you motivate patients?”

“I- Uh- You know” you stammer. “You just do?” You shrug while responding. Except you answered with a question rather than an answer.

This was most definely not your day. The whole class laughed at you, and you immediately place your head low and bite your nails.

“Yes... that’s the goal. Anyways, let’s open up our books to page 12″

You needed to stop fucking this up for yourself.

Therefore after your little incident, you kept writing down every single thing that he mentioned, or wrote on the whiteboard. You felt like your whole arm was about to fall off, it was becoming harder and harder to continue writing the speed as you were before.

“I’m ending class early, but make sure to go over the pages and notes everyone!” You didn’t hear the rest, you just heard, you’re leaving early. If Jungkook was passing by, you would actually be able to notice him and that made you feel more relieved.

You put your things away, and pick up your bag. You wait until everyone in the front leaves, and then walk out of the classroom. Placing your hand on the door, you push it forwards, and accidentally hit someone in the process. You were really debating if you should just jump out a window, at this point.

“I’m so fucking sorry” you blurted out loud.

You were confused when you heard someone laugh instead of cursing you out. Clearly you were not expecting that reaction but who were you to judge someone, when you’ve made a complete fool of yourself.

“Guess it’s your turn to run into me?”

You had got to be kidding me! It had to be fate, there was no other way to explain why you both kept running into eachother.

“I guess it is” You grin from ear to ear. There’s a spark in your eyes, and you knew it, he knew it.

But he mimicked the exact smile and spark you had. It made you wonder alot of things, but at least one thing was clear, you were not going to behave like a moron anymore. Hopefully.

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[mellobee-draws]

Hero (Omori) with a S/o who is Multilingual and acts like Mari.

( Note: Timeline must be After Mari died. )

Hero x Multilingual! Mari! Reader

A/n - thanks for the request since you didn't specify i just decided to make them hcs and I hope you enjoy them

Type: fluffy and angst (its mixed together)

Warnings : SPOILERS OFC, uh sad, mentions of death, suicide

Again spoiler warning!!!

Loves for you to teach him Languages

Does feel a little sad since you remind him of mari

Finds it comforting to hear you speak a non-english language

Trys to flirt in different languages - keyword: trys -

I feel like he would sometimes worry about how he's replacing mari

Then the next day he would worry if him thinking of that would upset you

Would try not to talk about mari to you so you don't feel unloved

Also would try hes best to make you happy so you don't commit suicide since he thinks mari did that

Probably not exactly over mari (don't blame him)

I mean can you blame him?

No you can't

Still cherishes you

Also he would be able to pronounce other languages correctly

If that contradicts my other thing where I said he is bad at flirting I meant he messes up the words

I feel like he would try to learn French since its the love language

Actually pretty good at it when trying

Kel annoys yall so much when you're teaching hero

Kel would try to join in on the sessions too but never can pronounce any of the words correctly

Hero would probably love that you're like mari but also hate it since yk she's dead and they were dating so he is scared you might leave in some way too

But I got to give him some credit he's a solid 10/10 boyfriend

Edit: I fixed a few things since I forgot to reread and fix my spelling mistakes don't blame me I made this at like 12am

Omori masterlist

#omori x reader #omori hero #omori hero x reader #omori #mellobee draws

[oveliagirlhaditright]

The Buffy book "Here be Monsters" was also really good. I'm not sure if this author did any other Buffy books than this one (I don't think I've read any other books by them yet if they did do more, anyway), but I hope that they did. They seemed to have a knack for it. I like the look into Buffy's psyche that we got here and the payoff from that. It was nicely done. Just an overall nice book, imo.

Then the book "Immortal"... I feel like I should like it more than I did. And I did like it, don't get me wrong. Like, the idea that a certain vampire's essence could go into to others who got turned every time she got staked, and really be immortal that way is definitely an interesting one (this girl made for a formidable villain, that's for sure). But IDK. I just really didn't like said villain. I feel like we almost spent too much time with her and I almost got annoyed with her because of that, but maybe that's just me.

And Joyce having a cancer scare before season five is definitely a great idea. I feel like that works well into canon. Buffy can be strong and everyone's rock in season five, because she's dealt with the idea of this before. (Edit: It also makes it seem like Joyce had cancer before season five and the doctors just didn't catch it back here, and should have, but didn't. Like, maybe they almost did catch it, but didn't. Alas.)

Buffy even resenting Angel for being immortal, and not believing that deaths mean the same thing to him anymore as they do to humans, was a nice bit of angst (and the fact that even though they made amends, they chose to leave the book on a sort of sad and more realistic tone was definitely a brave decision [Angel telling Buffy that if she died, he would die. But her not really believing him and saying that he might grieve and leave flowers at her grave for fifty years, but eventually he'd move on since he's immortal and that's kind of the nature of it: and Angel doesn't contradict her there, either because he knows Buffy won't believe him, or maybe because deep down he knows she's right. or a little of both), but I almost feel like this book was a little too much depression for me.

That, and the fact that this is after Xander's cheated on Cordelia so they're having their issues here, too.

It was almost too much angst with all of that, and the fact that the villains seemed unstoppable for most of the story.

But all that being said, I definitely did enjoy it (and I'm definitely not mentioning all the good things about it here, either) and thought there were some amazing premises here.

And it's definitely not my least favorite of the tie-in books thus far.

Oh, and seeing Angel almost being tempted to turn Buffy so he'd never lose her to death--before realizing that it wouldn't really be Buffy he was keeping, but a demon possessing her body--was also intriguing, because I always wondered if he ever thought about doing that. What he totally didn't think about, though, was that maybe Buffy could be cursed with her soul like he was. But real talk, I'm of course glad he gave up this thought.

#buffy the vampire slayer #i should really say more about here be monsters but i don't want to spoil it. i don't know #i think my least favorite buffy book so far is the second book in the unseen trilogy (the trilogy's plot as a whole sort of bores me) #or bad bargain. bad bargain isn't bad (no pun intended). it just definitely isn't my favorite. it's kind of meh #it would definitely be more of a filler episode if it was one of the tv show episodes #and not even one of the bad ones. but still

[onelazyblob]

Bakugo and I have this love-hate relationship where I don't like him, I don't like when he's being too relevant/important in fics I read. But then having Bakugo as an important side character is also an easy fix for so many problems in a fic. (Or maybe I'm just dumb, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

You're writing a fighting centered fic? He's powerful, sharp and highly combatant, making him an excellent opponent or an immensely useful ally.

You're writing a romance centered fic? He's observant, straight to the point, and is not scared of hurting people's feelings. Not to mention we can make him petty just to fuck with people. So miscommunication trope (both the reason and the breaking for it), self-esteem stuff (he's so much better as a partner than me), etc.

How about a crackfic? His explosive personality and his contradicting academic/lifestyle choices (to his personality and what people usually think of him) make him a great target for teases, jokes or even the one who makes those jokes and teases.

Angst fic? Ooh boy, take a look at what the fandom can do with the relationship between Bakugou and Midoriya.

So in short, fuck you Bakugou Katsuki, but also thank you I guess.

[izukukuzi]

DadMight seeing Deku after the war arc,#4,some tasty angst of Deku wanting to pass One for All to Mirio,and a talk about Nana :)

OH OKIE YEAH YEAH YEAAAAH I CAN DO THAT 

4. a hug after not seeing someone for a long time

“Thank you for letting me come to see him.”

Inko smiled at the tall man, lips curling up past the drag of stress and exhaustion. 

“I know how much you care about my son, All Might. He’ll be happy to see you. If either of you need anything, just give me a call. I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour.”

Two long, blonde strands flopped at his cheeks as Yagi nodded. 

“Yes, of course. Thank you again, Inko. Really.”

-

At the older man’s entrance into the room, Izuku made no attempt to wipe the tears from him cheeks. It was a silent cry, but it gave enough away to have Yagi racing forward until he reached his successor’s bedside. 

“My boy, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

Izuku turned away, forcing his eyes to trail after the nicks and notches that decorated the wall. 

“All M-might...”

“Young Midoriya... Izuku, please.Talk to me. Are you alright?”

“I... I got to talk to Aizawa-sensei today. After his physical therapy appointment, he came to see me.”

Yagi nodded at that, timid but hopeful. He had talked to Shouta as well and received his own run down on how things were going. Despite the circumstances, the other teacher had been in high spirits, voice lighter than Yagi had heard it since before the war. 

I’m just grateful to still be here, Yagi. I get to see Eri and Hizashi everyday, I’ll get to teach my kids again soon... I couldn’t ask for more than that. 

Yagi understood that better than anyone. The relief after the battle ends. The realization: I’m still alive, after the injuries have been dressed. He knew the feeling all too well.

And he feared Izuku, at the young age of sixteen, was becoming familiar with it, too. 

“Well that’s good, my boy! Did you enjoy seeing him?”

Finally, glistening green eyes met glowing blue. Yagi hated what stared back at him.

“All Might. Sensei’s eyes, his leg... I did that! How could I enjoy seeing him like that when it’s my fault?”

Yagi swallowed around a cough, forcing the rush of blood down until he could manage to speak again.

“Izuku, listen-”

“No, no All Might! You don’t understand! Nighteye was right. This quirk, your training, it’s all been wasted on me. I mean, Sensei... he’s just... And Gran Torino too! It’s not enough that you lost your master already, I took the only other mentor you had away from you. He died because of me, because I wasn’t good enough! How can you even stand to be around me when I—“

“Izuku,” Yagi’s voice was loud, ringing out enough to shake the walls, to puncture through the fog of Izuku’s hysteria, “my boy, please. None of this is your fault; I can promise you that. You did more than I, or anyone, have any right to ask of you so please, do not blame yourself.”

Second of silence passed between them before Izuku was overwhelmed. A loud sniffle rung out, paining Yagi enough for him to feel the throb in the wound at his side. 

“My boy, come here please. It’s alright; we’re going to be okay.”

Izuku folded into his arms easily, still so fragile and small. The boy wiped tears and snot into the shoulder of Yagi’s t-shirt with every jerk of his head. Still, Yagi held him close, cradling his head like one would a baby. Like a hero would his successor. Like a teacher would his student. 

A father, his son. 

When he felt a whisper press into the crook of his neck, where Izuku had settled, Yagi pushed the boy away just slightly. He wanted to hear him.

“What was that, Izuku?”

“You could still... Mirio, he still doesn’t have his quirk back and if you wanted him to have it... I would give it to him. It’d probably be better than way, I mean, Mirio, he-”

“Is a young man with great potential. He will continue to do amazing things in the future, I believe. But I already have a successor, Izuku. I’m positive that I made the right choice.”

Izuku was struck by a thought: The First User and Nana... they said the same thing... So why does it feel like I’m still failing?  

#oh the angst #jdjdjdjdidjd #bnha spoilers #dad might #i wanted to add #nana shimura #in some more but like... #I was scared of contradicting the angst too much #so I hope this is okieeeeee #um #midoriya inko #toshinori yagi #midoriya izuku #paranormal liberation war arc #fic things #birekuden #thank you for the request #i loveeeeeeeeeeeee dadmight #even if he be fucking up in canon lmao #again #no i did not proofread this #so excuse any mistakes #!!!

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY 

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls. 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder. 

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.” 

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.” 

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here. 

The door is left open for him. 

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof. 

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.” 

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The  best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them. 

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering. 

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list. 

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something. 

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.” 

“So build a better one.” 

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks. 

“The whole thing.”

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out. 

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better. 

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly. 

“You’ll die an idiot.” 

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly. 

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you. 

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while? 

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to. 

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106. 

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.” 

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky. 

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”  

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.  

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan. 

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed? 

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm. 

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again. 

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles. 

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off. 

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether. 

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented. 

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him. 

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter. 

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however. 

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later. 

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.” 

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute. 

True to your word, his powers do return a while later. 

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text. 

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him. 

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him. 

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show. 

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Idealistic Ignorance (Machine Herald Viktor x Reader)

I haven't written anything in years, so here I am, venturing into to world of fanfic again. If all goes well, maybe I'll post some more, who knows.

Viktor x Gn Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

angst, hurt no comfort we die like little bitches, Viktor is a dick welcome to League of Legends lore

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Evolution.

His-- no-- humanity’s glorious evolution. It made you more than uneasy.

Of all the many seemingly improbable and magnificent ideas that had come to fruition from Viktor’s mind, the contradictions that arose from this simple concept should have been enough to turn you away this time.

It scared you, this evolution of his. All his promises of living longer, of finding a way to stay so that you didn’t have to feel that piercing loneliness and regret was technically possible because of his hextech replacements. But, the longer you thought about it, the more you came to realize that Viktor wasn’t going to stop with completely replacing himself.

Losing every inch of Viktor that you had loved to touch, to wrap your arms around and pull close to keep warm on chilly nights, was a thought you didn’t like to entertain. But the whole of humanity? The machinery was supposed to just be to stop him from dying, not take away what made life worth living in the first place.

You found yourself regretfully reminiscing of the days when it was simple, or, as simple as you think prolonging life itself could come. The days when the HexCore wasn’t inside his body where his heart used to beat, when Viktor’s own prognosis was the scientific problem at the forefront of your mind.

That’s where you went wrong, you supposed, continuing to think in terms of solving a problem rather than the severity of the issues at hand: Viktor was dying. The love of your life was dying, and all you did was encourage a spiral into something much worse.

But how could you know? Every day, when the thought of Viktor’s inevitable doom pervaded the atmosphere of your relationship and poisoned your motivations, the looming agony of loneliness was enough to drive a devoted biochemical scholar such as yourself to abandon your work and devote everything you had into configuring a way for HexTech to save Viktor’s life. Sleepless nights in the lab and pure focus on the “problem to solve” were a warning you ignored. The path Viktor chose was one you willingly wanted to traverse with him, because it meant you wouldn’t lose him.

How selfish that all seems now…

It was so simple when that was all that mattered, when the loss of one or two close friends was meaningless in the grand scheme of Viktor no longer suffering, so the two of you could help humanity together in ways that the privileged cuckolds of Piltover were too afraid to.

But that simplicity morphed into a delusion that grappled with what was left of your conscious.

You had seen Viktor carve his own skin before, but standing still, watching him slice himself open, holding the mirror for him as he wired the device with his nerves… it destroyed you. Part of you wondered if he had any regrets, if his own actions haunted him as much as it did to you. Nights with one another slowly became more cold, the heat of his body fading away with the frigid, hard feeling of metal replacing the hands that once held you with the fear of never seeing tomorrow.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss that feeling. Those days spent going over each other's top-secret-for-my-eyes-only notes, making Jayce’s ideas work with a simple checking of his calculations, it was a happiness you hadn’t even realized in the moment.

The first time Viktor picked you up off your feet, spinning you around without falling down or injuring himself… you knew that you’d do anything just to see that look on his face again when he realized he had “scienced” his way into living a long life with you.

That was all in the past now, and the future that loomed left a sour taste in your mouth, or maybe the grub from tonight wasn’t cooked through fully…

“Love, you’ve been staring at that dish for a while,” Viktor said. It was then you realized he had moved himself from the table and was standing behind you, metal arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The way he called you love… it was enough of a reminder that the machinery was what allowed him to be here with you. It was wrong to take that for granted.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” you scrubbed at the grime that had collected on the edges, not even noticing when all of it had disappeared.

“Thinking?” his voice lifted like it always did when you rambled and he tried to keep up.

“Yeah, thinking…”

You felt the edges of his plating catch the hem of your shirt for a moment as he moved to grab your wrists, pulling you away from the sink.

“Perhaps it’s time for you to stop thinking for the night and get some rest.”

You nodded, sighing in agreement and ignorantly convincing yourself that rest was what you needed.

It was another one of those cold nights shrouded in the Zaun Gray. Two icy limbs held you close against a mixture of rough plating and the heat of a fleshy chest. The familiar sound of his heartbeat long since lost with the life you had abandoned just to be here, sleeping on a mattress in an abandoned building that served as Viktor’s makeshift laboratory.

You hadn’t noticed you’d been slowly trying to pull yourself away until the pull of the metal towards what you had convinced yourself was the man you had spent countless nights in the astronomy tower crafting stories from the shapes of the clouds as they reflected the moonlight. Oh god, what you would give just to sit up there with him, arm around your shoulder as your body weight held his own as you ascended the steps towards the balcony…

“Are you going to sleep?” his voice broke through your fantasy, bringing you back down to the mattress and the disjointed creaks of Viktor’s plating.

All you did was hum, leaving it up to him to interpret it as a yes.

“I’m not falling asleep until you do.”

The sound of his voice was supposed to be comforting, it was the one of the few things that hadn’t changed about him after all. Lying there in what used to be his arms, pressed against metal so foreign… there was no such thing as getting rest in his embrace anymore.

So you just gave him another hum, and let him believe you were just too tired to answer.

There wasn’t a way to go back to the way things were, that was for certain. Coping with the situation at hand was a task in and of itself, one that found you revisiting old hypotheses and experiments gone wrong, all contained in an old notebook lying underneath your pile of laundry.

Diving into your old research made living in the undercity-- Zaun-- all the more bearable. Afterall, the chemical components of the atmosphere had been an intrigue of yours since the day you’d decided on making it in the Academy. The old scribbles you had decorated your own discoveries with were echoes of the life you so dearly missed, one where the trajectory didn’t find you contemplating diving into the very heart of what was driving Viktor to what you could only describe as his own ruin.

You almost shivered at the thought, remembering the indents his “new and improved” hand had left in your skin the day you mentioned the mines.

“That’s far too dangerous, even for you.”

His voice, still shaky and uncertain, had frozen you for the first time, not out of adoration but out of something else you had prayed would never bring you to such a halt. Of course he was against it, those godforsaken biohazards were the catalyst for his eroding body. Still, your aching desire to spend the lonely minutes into something familiar kept the thought in the back of your mind.

A soft wheeze of air from Viktor’s lungs sent you jumping slightly, until your attention fell on his closed eyes. The hold on you had loosened, the indicator of sleep for the man who could barely get any. For a moment, you could almost see the Viktor you had begun this whole insane venture with. The way his eyebrows furrowed when he was dreaming still hadn’t changed a bit, nor had the sickening screech of air as he exhaled without restraint.

It was only a matter of time before he decided to replace his lungs…

No, there was no staying with him any longer if that happened. There had to be a way to halt the deterioration, especially considering he’d seen so much improvement. The residue of shimer injections and all that metal reinforcing his limbs, surely it wasn’t out of the question to propose curing the issues entirely, without technology.

Slinking ever so carefully out of reach, you made your play. If there was a time to get down into the mines without him knowing, it was while he wasn’t in a position to stop you. Grabbing a jacket from the top of your laundry pile, you reached for your old academy notes and made your way through the maze of gadgetry that blocked the path to the door.

It was difficult avoiding the various prototypes and blueprints Viktor had left scattered in his little “office”, not because they were everywhere, but because you had a devastatingly strong curiosity as to figuring out what piece of flesh he was going to tear out and replace with something hollow and hard. It was almost like you were looking for it, and then you saw a little scrap of sketches on the ground nearby the door.

Lungs…

Or, rather, what Viktor would inevitably call his new “lungs”. You were right, time was indeed short. An insistent ticking of a seemingly indestructible clock. The floorboards creaked as you lowered yourself, allowing your own fingers to dance across the rough lines he’d drawn. Obviously that new hand still had some getting used too…

It was a motion without much thought as you slipped it into your pocket, rising up once again and easing the door open with a gentle turn of the rusted knob. When the haze of green became a slightly less unnerving sight, a step forward slipped you into the cover of Zaun’s permanent darkness.

……….

Viktor wasn’t the first victim of the toxins that emanated from deep within the mines that brought Piltover its glory, and you were determined to make sure that he would be the last. It was a beautiful dream you once had, liberating the undercity from the negligence of the rich and power that you had grown so comfortable around.

Perhaps that was why you really followed Viktor into the unknown that was slowly becoming your undoing. The thoughts of what could have been were nothing compared to the reality you knew to be certain: Zaun wouldn’t benefit from anything you did in Piltover.

Idealism is a parasite working in tandem with ignorance.

Heimerdinger’s words, though incredibly hypocritical in hindsight, still rang clearly in your mind as you stood in front of the entrance to a path that led deep into rock unexplored by those sitting in comfortable Council chairs.

Even with your mask, the sting of the smog and corroded steel mixed with the fumes of chemicals unidentified simply due to a lack of care. The Sump Layer of Zaun had already abandoned this place, and for good reason.

Your nostrils were on fire, the entrance of the mine itself rank of things that left no doubt in your mind; Viktor’s condition was far more complicated than you had originally thought it to be.

The only thing more powerful than the stench was the presence of the blueprint in your possession. Your fingers reached into your jacket pocket for what could likely have been the thousandth time, holding onto the edge of the paper. Your thumb and forefinger pinched it tight as you made your descent into complete darkness that put the Zaun Gray to shame.

Your confidence never wavered, stepping deeper and deeper until the light of the entrance had disappeared completely, continuing on further in pursuit of answers.

No, not answers, hope. The hope of stopping the replacement of every inch of flesh that you had admired, adored, loved. Stopping Viktor from losing what made him Viktor. It didn’t matter that he could carry you now. Every dance the two of you had shared after he had completely done away with his leg was emotionless. With every piece of Viktor that became metal, the more distant, more unnerving he became.

All the love’s and darling’s and beautiful’s were as hollow and cold as the figment of the man who caged you in his arms at night. And when he removed his own heart…

“Please,” he said, “I need your help this time.”

A small scalpel was held out towards you by a hunk of metal, the pulsing HexCore casting its shadow on his face. His eyes were pleading, he knew he couldn’t do this part alone. That vulnerability, it was something you thought he’d left in Piltover.

“Darling, I need you.”

That’s right… he needed you. Needed you to stop the constant pain of living in his own body. Needed to stop every possibility that could keep him from you. It was only his heart, it would stop his pain. And that’s all that mattered to you.

His scream was one you never wanted to hear again, yet you knew you had heard it before. He had bitten down on his own metallic appendage, instructing you through muffled cries.

“Put that wire there.”

“Make an incision in that valve.”

“Go get the HexCore.”

It was the same as any other experiment you had done with him, so why did it feel wrong to heed his words?

A sharp pain sent your body reeling; you’d forgotten to breathe again. Your hands grappled for the rough stone walls in the dark, only to come away slick with something foreign. The scientist inside you was operating your physicality, roaming the wall again to find more of the substance and collect a sample, yet your mind couldn’t shake the image of the day you opened Viktor’s chest simply because he asked.

“It’s quite ironic,” he began, voice hoarse from the pain.

“What do you mean?” You were sitting in his chair, keeping a close eye on the haphazard stitching job as you wiped the stains from your hands.

He smiled, eyes barely even open and his whole being was lingering on passing out, “My Heart. You were holding it.”

“You told me to.”

The small laugh that escaped him sent a small trail of blood down his thin abdomen, one of the stitches had popped. There wasn’t much thought behind you wheeling the chair close to him again, working on closing the little hole with a little bit more precision, anything to prevent you from seeing the inside of the human body… his human body again.

“With precision like that, you’d make a perfect machine.”

Your fingers halted, blood still dripping in a perfect line, “I’m not a machine.” The words were as sharp as your gaze on his eyes. Those amber eyes which had widened in a look of disbelief and confusion you didn’t believe he’d be able to make surface again.

The room became thick, and you wouldn’t deny your part in that. Viktor’s labored breathing didn’t stop him from continuing to speak.

“What happens if I outlive you then?”

“You won’t.”

The pain returned, but this time you were nowhere near the wall. The darkness was swirling, vials clinking in your pocket to the haunting lullaby surrounding you. There was a growing sense of dread, one that told you there were enough samples to keep each other company on the journey out.

Which way was the exit again…

That suffocating feeling was a warning back at the entrance, and now, it was invading your lungs, crushing them and twisting the organs into what one could imagine as a horrifyingly unnatural shape.

A gasp for air was now nothing more than a screeching wheeze that echoed off the inky black. The sharp sting of the chemicals traveled up your throat, bringing a sickly concoction of the remnants of your dinner earlier and what you could only assume was blood.

It was all too much, every inch of your being was pounding, your eyes and throat were burning, body dizzy from continuously vomiting despite there being nothing left inside your stomach anymore.

The exit was… that way? No, forward. Wait, which way is that?

A massive migraine sent what little vision you had reeling, the notebook slipped from your grasp, pages flipped open to the warnings from previous experiments about the effects of old chemicals you’d studied. They looked upon your cowering form, mocking your efforts.

A shaky hand reached out to bring it close to your chest once again. You couldn’t give up now, not when you’d gotten everything you needed. All you had to do was find the exit, but your feet wouldn’t budge. The pain kept you doubled over, the tightness in your chest now partially caused from the way your arms held yourself. You don’t remember yourself being that strong…

A small part of you wanted Viktor to know where you were, to make it home and have to sit on the little mattress with all your disgusting laundry while he gripped you tightly, rambling about how “fucking stupid” you were, about “what would of happened” if you hadn’t found your way back to the alley again...

It was a wonderful thought to ease the reality.

Visions of Viktor’s half-metallic presence filled the void you knew was going to be your tomb. He was standing there, a worried look plastered across his pale, slightly-less hollowed features. He’d never really know what you were doing down here, trying to allow him to keep the one thing about him you loved more than anything… so you called out to the image of your beloved before you. Better to get it off your consciousness to the solid air so that the emptiness could witness your intentions.

“I just… wanted to--”

It was a hoarse cry for help, one that preceded the final release of silence.

It was a haunting image for the very real Viktor standing before you, your body contorted in a way he had imagined his own ending up like at the end of his days. It hurt him to look at you like that, so much so that what had replaced his heart made the machine of a man feel something stronger than he’d ever felt in his old mortal life:

Desperation.

………..

The magnificent symphony of engines, the humming of electricity singing in a harmony that only a select few could find to be beautiful buzzed around in your head. Your lips pursed together softly, humming along to their tune. But there was no sound that could be heard over the noise. It was so loud…

The fluttering of your eyelids should have indicated to your body that it was time to take in the sight of home, to regain your bearings, but all that greeted you was a mash of colors, blurry and with no definition.

There was a voice, one that you could hear through all the buzzing and the clanking of machinery. It was your name, calling out through the mess of noise that was slowly beginning to lose its sense of comfort. The impact your skull made against wood as you desperately searched for the source brought a conclusion you weren’t fond of.

You were lying on the desk, face up.

“You’re awake?”

It was more clear this time, but it was difficult to make out the features of everything that surrounded you. Flashes of the soft green light of the lab blurred, grays and blues and rusts of gadgets swirled, pounding your skull as you attempted in vain to establish a clear vision. A heavy weight, you assumed was Viktor’s hand, shoved you back down, holding you. It wasn’t the warm graze of his hand you had expected, but the force and pressure of desperation.

“Please stay still,” his accent swam through your ears, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t.”

The softness of his voice was a sharp contrast to the way he grasped your jaw with his free hand. You weren’t looking forward to the bruises the pressure would leave, but you couldn’t stop moving. Something was burning inside you, moving was the only way to keep a growing feeling at bay… and it didn’t feel natural.

“Just hold on love,” it was a desperate attempt to be soothing, but that was your Viktor. Awkward and a little rough without meaning to be. Whatever was going on, he knew more than you did. And considering that… feeling… something told you that there wasn’t much you could do in this situation.

With one hand still pressing into your jaw, the other lifted off your chest. A soft clinking of glass indicated he’d grabbed something, and the forcing of your left eye open was further confirmation. The sharp sting that followed as liquid made contact with your eye released part of that feeling into the air. It ripped at your vocal chords as your scream bounced off the thin drywall, back to your own ears. It was enough to distract you from the way Viktor moved his hand from your face to your cheek, softly cradling you as another drop hit your other eye.

The bright silver became the sink you’d broken far too many plates in, the magnificent amber found its way back into the irises of Viktor’s eyes, looking over every inch of your features, uncomfortably observant.

God, it felt great to have him this close again.

“Viktor… what happened…?” you nearly gasped at the sound of your own voice. It was rough, hoarse even. It didn’t sound like how you remembered your voice sounding.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” The weight of his body pressed against you, like he was trying to close any space out of fear it would take you with it. Your arms found their way around him, this time not hesitating at the parts where metal was melded into flesh. It didn’t matter what he looked like, what part of him was human and machine, he cared. He was still in there, and you couldn’t help but feel like a fool to doubt anything different.

“Thank you, Viktor. I’m so s--”

“It’s okay.” His forehead lifted from yours, letting you bring your hands up to cradle his face. He held you steady as your fingers traced his features, the realization he’d just saved your life eating away at the doubt you’d acquired. Yes, he still loved you, he was still Viktor.

“I was so stupid,” you kept going, that regret for being so selfish with your affections aching to be let out, just so he had an explanation, “I thought that it was supposed to stop--”

His finger pressed against your lips, the frigid feeling of the metal sending the familiar shiver down your spine. His other hand played with your chest, reminiscent of how he used to, just the way you liked it.

But you couldn’t feel the motions of his finger on your skin.

You wanted to believe that you were still just a little numb, after all you had been nearly killed by a bunch of chemicals. The part of you that had been naive enough to not comprehend how close to death you might actually have been… how exactly did Viktor save you?

Eyes lowered, and the sight before you made you wish you still couldn’t see.

There was no skin, but a cage of metal housing a soft blue light, off center towards your left. The place where your heart should have been. The design was incredibly geometric, it would have been almost beautiful if it weren’t fused to your skin. A mass of wires weaved in braids through the large cavity, surrounded on all sides by the same cold metal of Viktor’s own “evolution”. That alone was enough to send your mind into a state of pure rage, but when you looked deeper inside, the replacement of your lungs filled you with something that no word could truly do justice.

It was the same design as the one you’d picked up on your way out the door. All the noise, the volume of it, wasn't coming from any machine in the lab. It was the inhuman musings of Viktor’s doing. You told him how you’d never consent to his “evolution”, and yet the bastard had the audacity to speak with pride.

“It’s just the first step,” his voice growing as he slowly slipped further from the Viktor you had convinced yourself was still in there, “just a prototype, but it suits you well.”

Each word was methodical, probing and observing the functions of his inventions and not the humane respect any other person would have exhibited. His gaze was violating, everywhere his hands roamed sent the insides that were still yours reeling. Every thought that had felt wrong sang out in dooming unison: “I told you so”.

He was still rambling; you scrambled getting your feet on the floor, eyes still locked onto him. It wasn’t until you began backing up that he noticed your widened eyes.

“What is it?”

You’d never hated his voice before. You wanted to walk out that door so badly, to fix whatever he’d done to you. He had one chance to fix this.

He called out your name, into the space you’d created, “don’t leave.”

Two more steps backwards. Viktor hopped off the table, an attempt to close the gap. A hand extended out to you, his fingers curling a slight “come here”. If only you were still ignorant enough to be obedient. That idealistic view of Viktor you’d had, it was simply your own ignorance of who he really was. He’d changed, and you hadn’t.

You finally broke eye contact with him, turning to face the door. It was time to leave.

“Goodbye, Viktor.”

You pretended not to hear him barking your name as you slipped out the door, pretending that the gadgetry welded into your flesh wouldn’t remind you of him every time you heard the melody it made.

But you kept walking, until his voice was nothing.

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