#Until one day she realizes -- ''Oh fUCK I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDIOT''

[illmoraineakoi]

Everyone out here giving Hollow cute moth partners, or pretty mantises or bees or whatnot.

Fuck that, where's the AU where Hollow falls in love with a massive feral Wyrm?

#*Long Sigh* I guess I'll have to Do It Myself then #Hollow Knight #Yall are sleeping on this and it's criminal #It's such a funny idea #Tiny quiet and kind Hollow seeing a massive Wyrm just fucking up another Higher Being and going like- #''Oh no she's hot.'' #and then like ''whAT DID I JUST THINK?!'' #And she's just like...''wtf is this tiny little toothpick doing staring at me? you ain't food gtfo'' #Hollow's got the Wyrm Genes that make him think Wyrms are Sexy and he's CONFUSED #But he tries to court her anyway because he's caught the Stupid For Her sickness #And she's annoyed for soooo looong because he won't leave her alone and his attempts at courting her are pathetically laughable. #Until one day she realizes -- ''Oh fUCK I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDIOT'' #Obligatory 'antagonist tries to hurt/kill Hollow and Wyrm Lady goes absolutely BERSERK on their ass.' idea #But destroying them kills her and Hollow has to watch her die bc Rule of Angst #(He can't heal her. He lost the ability to Focus from containing the Radiance.) #(But he remembers what the King did and tries to desperately get her to do that too. It doesn't seem like it works...) #(But he refuses to leave her body bc he can't bear to loose her so he's there when she violently claws her way out the side of it) #(She collapses-bloody and exhausted-into his arms and greets him with the derisive nickname for him that's turned into an affectionate one) #(And he laughs while weeping tears of void. he laughs in relief and gratitude and love)

[matrixbearer2024]

Hey I have an idea for "Get Off My Screen" what if Y/N starts talking to Vox less and less and he is so confused so he goes through her phone to try and figure it out and sees her Instagram announcing a new bf and Vox is soooo jealous but she basically ignores his protests and so life goes on as normal for them both until one day he gets nosy and checks her texts on her phone with her bf and finds nudes from her and then he gets annoyed and lectures her about it which leads to her getting angry and ignoring him but then a few weeks later he checks Y/N and the bf's chats again and sees him threatening her

On a completely unrelated note I luv this series and also definitely need a Vox of my own in my phone cause I can't write or spell for shit lol

You Could Do Better(With Me)

Protective!Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol, Nudes, Blackmail, Manipulation

A/N: Okay this was actually pretty angsty, more on Vox's side because he's just dealing with a lot of emotional whiplash- most of which he doesn't really deal with well but he powers through it to be there for you. At this point in time he's kind of certain he likes you, but not that he loves you. Kind of like the: "Oh I'm really fond of this person, I want to make sure they're safe and happy." Without realizing the romantic implications nor how deep the level of attachment really is. So far, Reader's only kind of had a puppy-love crush on Vox but has blatantly disregarded it because well- Vox is fucking dead so what the hell are you supposed to do?? That and Vox constantly gets on Reader's nerves with his shenanigans so even if she gets the Cupid valentines filter when he cranks up the charisma- his stupid hijinks quickly do away with it and make him seem idiotic(cutely) again. The story also has a lot of emotional stuff so if you'd rather stick to the comedy feel free to skip this interlude and the one directly after it.

A/N: Either way, that's currently the pace these two are at- and this is a songfic! If you want to listen to the tune while reading- here it is! "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. The story itself is slightly different from the prompt since I made it centered around how Vox perceived things were going. As always, I hope y'all have fun and enjoy! Happy Reading!

Vox wanted to pretend everything was okay.

Walking through the halls of the Vee tower, he really wanted to play it off like nothing was bothering him.

And still, he found himself checking his phone for any updates or messages from you.

Day by day you were starting to slowly disappear from his routine.

He didn't notice it at first, how you were pulling away-

It was just the little things initially.

One word replies, emoji spam-

Vox figured you just weren't in the mood to listen or talk.

Did he do something that hurt you?

Up until the point that you both didn't really have any meaningful conversations anymore.

Which, as much as he tried to start anything proper-

It would always fall flat.

Were you still even trying?

He woke up one morning and followed his routine, shooting you a greeting before he started the day.

It just so happened that once he was finally able to check his phone to shoot you a wish goodnight-

You hadn't even replied to his morning message.

He was busy throughout the day, so he wasn't given the opportunity to worry about you.

But now, worry he did.

Vox quickly made his way towards his monitor room despite how late it was.

He went through your files, your pictures-

Wait.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Who the fuck was that?

He glitched slightly when he saw how that guy grinned in the picture.

It reminded him of his own, just so fucking fake.

Not to mention the air the person had around them.

They just exuded a great sense of showmanship and arrogance.

One Vox was all too familiar with.

That wasn't even the first picture you had with that person recently.

And the more the overlord looked, the more worked up he got.

He wasn't sure if it was anger, envy, irritation, or just a mix of everything under the sun.

Holding your waist, hugging you close, in some pictures your faces were so close together that you were almost kissing.

He was glitching in his chair from the emotional overload.

Who did this guy think he was to be able to treat you like that?!

Vox definitely punched a few screens from fury and jealousy.

Come the next day when he confronted you about it-

More like became a clear pain in the ass that you really couldn't ignore-

Making your computer practically unusable even-

Was when you revealed to him that you didn't mean to hide something like this.

You just simply forgot to say anything.

Vox didn't know if that was worse than if you tried to deceive him.

"Geez, so you have a boyfriend now?"

"Oh come on, you act like I'm not allowed to date. I'm a responsible adult Vox, not a kid."

The tech overlord only stared at the screen.

Was that really all you saw him as?

A digital guardian?

Just... someone who treated you like a kid?

He scoffed, he could count more times where he was the childish one.

That was stupid.

Besides that, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

What was this... horrible sinking feeling that was running through his systems?

It was like a weight that made him struggle breathing.

"Vox?"

"I'm still here. Can't believe you would forget to tell me something as important as this."

His claws dug into his armrests, he should've been happy you found yourself a partner.

If that partner just didn't remind him so much of himself.

"I'm sorry okay? I was really busy the last few days."

"The last few days? How long have you even been talking to this guy dollface?"

"Months? Probably? I've known him for a while now, he was the school crush when I was back in high school."

Vox wanted to convince you that this guy was bad news.

A walking red flag if you will.

He... should know.

Vox was at least aware of himself that much.

Still, he swallowed it all back and just replied to you again.

"I don't mind the fact you're off the market, hell- congratulations even! Just don't get into any sketchy shit. You know, anything that could be used against you as blackmail."

"Yeah yeah, I know what I'm doing Vox. Seriously, don't worry about it!"

You simply brushed off his worry, typical.

That just made the suffocating feeling even worse.

He didn't even know where it came from, or why.

"Oh yeah! I've got a boyfriend now!"

Those words replayed in his head like a bullet to the skull.

The day hadn't even started.

And Vox already wished it was over.

This just continued for a while, your presence in his schedule became negligible and Vox was falling back into his old vices.

He became snappy, irritable, just downright intolerable to be around.

The employees were feeling it, the Vees were collateral-

Not even Valentino could placate Vox's current horrid state.

It's been a week.

Vox stopped bothering to message you in the morning.

But he didn't stop checking if you would message him even once or twice.

It was pathetic.

And another.

Vox broke more than a dozen phones from just throwing them around.

He drank himself to sleep every night.

Valentino and Velvette were getting tired of having to dump his wasted ass on his bed every time.

And another.

Vox holed himself up in his monitor room whenever he wasn't needed.

No one could get him to come out.

Not even for food or water.

If he needed anything he would get it himself.

It was a long day of broadcasts and meetings, another monotonous cycle in his fast-paced life.

Vox intended to just drink until he passed out again, but he somehow found himself drunkenly stumbling through the halls of the Vee Tower into his monitor room.

He honestly didn't even know what he was doing this time.

The overlord fought to keep his own head up as he collapsed in his chair.

He glanced over to the side your computer's screen was connected to and let out a shaky sigh.

God, he fucking missed you.

Against his better judgement, Vox connected himself to your devices again.

He went straight to your playlist and just pressed start.

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor~

Vox spun around in his chair, letting the music ebb and flow into his brain.

He took another swig from the bottle of alcohol in his other hand, squinting at the screens.

Everything was just kind of fuzzy.

Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore...

It took him by surprise when one of the screens showed your living room.

Had you connected him to your TV again?

"Vox...? Are you there?"

And I wonder if I've ever crossed your mind?

He was too out of it to properly say anything, Vox couldn't recall if the words that stumbled out of him were even coherent.

"Dude... you look like shit."

Listening to your voice gave him a slight moment of sobriety.

"Likewise dollface."

For me it happens all the time...

"Are you wasted??"

"Erm, not really. Just buzzed."

He was able to take a good look at you then, your eyes were red and puffy like you'd just been crying.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now...

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Uh... well... you know that guy I was dating?"

Vox took a swig of alcohol before he replied, there was no way he was making it through his conversation unless he was drunk out of his circuits.

"My personality copycat? Yeah, what about?"

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control-

"Your personality- what??"

"Dollface, do you seriously think I wouldn't notice how much of a walking red flag that asshole was?"

You paused as he took another swig of his drink, Vox didn't miss that look of guilt and pity in your eyes.

"But you just called him your copy."

"And? I know I'm a piece of shit. Takes one to know one."

And I need you now...

"Whatever, I don't think you'd stoop as low as he did."

"That's for me to judge, what did the bastard do?"

He saw the slight tremble in your posture, your voice cracked as if you were holding back sobs.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"I- I knew I should've listened to you. I sent him compromising pictures and he... he-"

"You sent him nudes and he used them to blackmail you didn't he?"

You flopped back down on the couch and his unfocused eyes met your watery ones.

So that's why you'd been crying.

I just need you now...

"It doesn't feel good to have your trust broken by someone you gave your heart to I'd reckon."

You scoffed at him, wiping away your tears as they continued to fall.

Vox so badly wanted to make it stop, but he didn't trust himself to be lucid enough to say the right words.

"Well wouldn't you know? I'd bet the women over there would throw themselves at your feet."

Another shot of whisky, can't stop looking at the door...

Vox couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not that made it seem like he heard jealousy in your voice.

There wasn't any reason for you to feel envious anyway.

He took another swig of alcohol before meeting your gaze once again.

Wishing you'd come sweeping, in the way you did before~

"So what if there are? I'm too busy to pursue a dedicated relationship. I mean- have you seen the amount of shit I have to deal with every day?"

You looked dejected by his answer, or at least that's what Vox thought.

Yeah, he was absolutely wasted.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

"So what did you do? Did you break up with the guy?"

"Can't. If I do, he'll release all my pictures online."

Vox hummed, pulling up a window on your computer for you to interact with.

He was a paranoid man as is, but this just proved it didn't hurt to have precautions in place.

For me it happens all the time...

"What is that?"

"Something I made for all your files months ago."

"What does it do?"

Vox took another swig from his bottle.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now...

"A safeguard, all files you send from your devices can be irreversibly corrupted remotely. An encryption thing, I tried to tell you about it but you didn't respond."

He wasn't surprised that you pressed the prompt to start the file corruption process on those pictures you'd sent.

Hell, everything you sent the rat bastard that broke your heart.

Honestly, the fucker didn't even deserve you.

Neither did Vox if he had to be honest with himself.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control-

The overlord stayed silent as he drank once more from his bottle of booze.

It was nearly empty at this point, not that he cared.

He could only assume you were watching the progress bar load which was why you didn't say anything.

And I need you now...

Vox just watched as you eventually got up and used your phone to call someone.

A smug smile worked onto his face when he realized who you were talking to.

After all, you'd only curse like a sailor when you were genuinely mad.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"You're kind of hot when you get angry you know?"

"Pfft, is that why you like to piss me off then?"

"Maybe, though I usually do just to get a reaction out of you anyways."

I just need you now...

Vox saw you roll your eyes, a smile finally gracing your face and he couldn't help but return it.

"I just became single again and you're already hitting on me huh?"

"Whaaaaat? I would never."

Vox humored you well into the morning hours.

The both of you talking once again like old times.

Like nothing even happened.

Eventually it got to the point you had fallen asleep on the couch right in front of the TV during one of Vox's stories.

The overlord let a soft genuine smile appear on his face at the sight.

At least you were okay again.

He swirled the remaining alcohol in the bottle and threw his head back as he downed the rest of it.

Finally feeling the exhaustion catch up to him, both emotionally and physically-

Vox's screen dimmed as he succumbed to slumber right alongside you in his chair.

A/N: HOOOOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER IS LONG- this was an absolute UNIT of a segment but it gets better in the next one I promise, besides- I don't want to doom Vox and Reader by the narrative, that would just be a sucky ending. We'll still have more emotionally vulnerable stuff in the next interlude so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to skip it too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[mvskedxrtist]

I-I'm your Good Demon!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Brat Taming, Humiliation Kink, Praise, Degration, Overstimulation, Thigh Riding

Nᴏᴛᴇ: First post of the year!! We've made it to 2024 and I promise this year will be full of smut and much more fandoms. So I think to celebrate the new year, let's go with a big bang!

AFAB!Reader x Mammon - I-I'm your Good Demon!

Now, was Mammon regretting his words from earlier? A bit but he couldn't really think much. But what happened for that to be his thought process? Well let's see:

You had been dating Mammon after he helped you get a pact with Leviathan, appreciating all the help and him even stepping in to protect you when his younger brother tried to attack you. And in return of that, you gave him love and attention that he always wanted.

He was always a good boy, while yes being greedy and spending his money, he made time for you and would always try to be the best that he can for your praise. Well most of the time he was like this. In some situations like now, Mammon was an absolute brat. Always acting like he was bigger than you and try to fool people that he's the one in charge in the relationship when the both of you know, it's you.

And that's what he was doing the entire day at RAD. Of course at RAD, Mammon doesn't want those lower demons to be teasing him about how weak he is to be falling for a human an he kept talking on and on about how he's not. "The human is weak, I have no idea what you idiots are talking about. I only stick with her because she begs me to do so." Now, of course at the same time, you we're walking with Beelzebub when you noticed your boyfriend and heard his words. You were pissed, of course you were! What did he mean that you beg him to stick with you.

"Ahem." You fake coughed and glared at the other demons and Mammon. When the Avatar of Greed heard your voice and turned around, he knew he was fucked when they were home.

It was late at night when Mammon had gotten a text from you, telling you to come into your room. He was a bit excited but also confused. Did he get away scot free from his words? He didn't know. You left him by himself once you went back to the House of Lamentation. You were sticking in your room and if you did went out, you didn't speak to him. That entire afternoon, Mammon was getting annoyed from being annoyed and tried to get your attention but nothing. So he left you alone, until now.

The demon had walked towards your room and opened the door when his eyes widened from seeing you naked and laying on your bed waiting for him. "H-human!! What in Diavolo are you doing!? What if it wasn't me who opened the door and saw your body?" He screamed a bit but closed the door and locked it so no one could come in. "Oh I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so delicate about being naked in my own room." You told him with a neutral tone and rolled your eyes before pinning him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off him except his boxers and sitting on top of his thigh.

"So, I beg for you to always follow me, huh?" You asked him with a sinister smirk while his purple eyes looked at you in shock and worry. "I-I didn't mean it like that, babe. You know how I am with my reputation." "Yeah I know... That doesn't mean you get away with that~ so right now you're going to stay put and watch. No touching me at all. And if I do feel a touch.. Then it's punishment time~" You gave him a sinister smirk as you slowly started to grind on his thigh, moaning softly while Mammon watched you in all of your glory.

Mammon was excited to see what he might get as a prize since he wouldn't touch you but in his own thoughts, he didn't seem to realize only five minutes after you had told him and started grinding on him did he press his leg against you more. He had snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you kissing his neck. "Finally, baby.." You whispered in his ear and he looked down to see his leg touching you, nervous for his punishment. "S-sorry Mommy.."

You adored what he called you. Mommy. He had done it unintentionally when you lost your first time together and it just stuck in private. "...I don't think you are slut~" You told him and smirked while sliding yourself down on his cock, moans coming from the both of you.

Mammon just watched you ride his cock endlessly, whimpers and whines coming from the Avatar of Greed. You were kissing his neck while riding him, feeling him stretch you out while he already looked like a fucked out slut.

You slapped his chest which made him moan even louder, his dazed eyes focusing on you once again while you bounced up and down his cock, grunts coming from you. "Keep your eyes on me brat~ I'm letting this get off easily for you~" You whispered in his ear while he whimpered and started throbbing inside of you. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'll try to be a good boy~" "I know you will baby~" You kept riding his cock harder for the next half hour until Mammon tapped your thigh and started begging.

"M-mommy~ c-can I please cum?~ I promise I'll be a good demon!" "Aww.. You're begging.. Just like you told those demons that I did~ honestly you're such a slut for thinking that you got away from this situation~ you wouldn't want people seeing you like this, now would you?" When you looked down at him and saw him blushing furiously while looking down at his sides, you got your answer right away.

"You fucking would!! You're such a damn brat and a hypocrite! You'd get off on those lower demons watching you get fucked by a human like me huh? Maybe I should just fuck you in front of them next time you say something like that~" You smirked and slapped his chest as he moaned and whimpered. "You want to be a slut so badly for me~ cum." You whispered in his ear and Mammon took it as a go ahead and stopped thrusting to cum inside of you.

"T-thank you Mommy~" He whispered softly and smiled at you while you smiled and started riding him once again. Mammon looked surprised and started moaning louder, covering his face a bit in embarrassment from his own whorish moans. "I-I thought we were done!~" He whined and knew he wasn't allowed to touch you so he just kept watching you ride his cock so easily.

"No we aren't~ why would my good demon be finished so quickly? Unless you aren't my good demon?" "N-no I am! The great Mammon is always your good demon!" "Then take it, baby boy~"

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[venus-giirl]

A needy Mikey

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers. 

Rating: just a Mikey too needy for you. You know this shit. Kids please DNI, don't read this if you can't stand it. 

Word Count: 614. 

N/A: It's Easter here, but I'm not thinking in a very holy way. The order box is open.

I could really drag this shit out longer, just let me think. I hope you enjoy this little scenario, sinner ;)

Manjiro was a lot of things. To an overprotective parent he could be a bad influence on his children. To a teacher nearing retirement age he was the worst nightmare he could have. To the girls he was either the most handsome or the most overrated, to the other thinking group that is, of course. To you, Mikey, he could be many things regardless of whether he was good or bad.

The privilege was that only you really knew him and had been able to see him in so many facets that you had nothing new left to see. Except for a desperate, needy, bloated Mikey clamoring for all your pretty figure.

"Oh, honey, I couldn't stand another day without you by my side." He said as he rammed another thrust between your legs until he buried his cock so deep inside you that you were almost beginning to think he wanted to get inside you. Something inhuman because he was filling you up too well.

You groaned in response and let out a high-pitched sigh full of pride. After spending almost two weeks on a field trip you knew Mikey was on the verge of insanity and fever from enduring so many weeks without sex.

By now his hair was so wet from sweat that it stuck to his forehead and clung to the back of his neck. Her naked body, and also sweaty from the embarrassment in the air, emitted lewd clicks and sounds each time she made one more lunge on your center moistened with your intermingled juices.

"Don't ever leave me so alone for two weeks again." He whimpers for every lunge he gives. Or rather he whimpers because he's so immersed in building up another orgasm that he didn't even realize he had cum inside you three times already.

You couldn't feel your legs and your clitoris was rubbing between the chink of pleasure and the hint of pain from being massaged too much.

You giggle softly at such behavior on the part of your sweet boyfriend. "Oh come on, precious. Don't overdo it so much, after all the two weeks have flown by."

Mikey grunts and gives you another lunge. It almost seemed like you being gone for two weeks was still pissing him off. "You'll say that for yourself. I've had to...put up with my...idiot...brother...". He gasps. You notice how his cock has grown thicker and his movements become a little more awkward and irregular.

Just for tonight you will let him quench his thirst for pleasure with your body. After all, there will be more nights to pursue your own orgasm with his cock, just as he is doing with your pussy. So tender and needy.

"Don't leave...my side, okay? Promise me...love...oh." With each thrust her orgasm was growing. His skin went goose bumps and in a last attempt to make you reach the peak of climax with him, he brought his thumb down to your swollen clit to stroke it, this time, very gently and slowly. "I'm going to fuck you every day to make up for lost time."

You moan and scream his name, just thinking about Mikey being possessive and toxic as he fucks you. You bite your lips and squeeze your eyes shut as you orgasm along with the blond as he desperately moans your name and continues to lunge into your soaking wet, sated pussy.

After four or three more onslaughts, he falls on top of you. Both bodies sweaty and glued together. The atmosphere smelled of sex and his chest rose and fell on yours. His breath colliding against your neck, along with your sweet over-worked center only made you think one thing....

"Definitely, Mikey, this is heaven."

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[calliesadeckis]

Hey Jaiden!! I hope ur doing well today, I wanted to ask if you could write a Robin Buckley x reader where reader has to watch from the sidelines as Robin pines over Vickie and doesn't realize reader is right there. Then reader starts talking to simeone else (to distract herself from Robin because she believes it's a lost cause) and Robin's like maybe i do like reader?

Thanks:)

i'm doing well, thank you for asking <3 and oh my god, of course. i love robin so much, she's everything to me

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and i despise my jealous eyes

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader, and minor robin x vickie & steve x reader

summary: having a crush on your girl best friend was... complicated. even when knowing that she's attracted to girls, just one girl particularly, and that girl was not you

cw: many cups of angst, one sided pining turned two sided (because they're idiots), jealousy (on both ends), happy ending

a/n: robin is everything to me, she's a version of me as well because i kin her so bad, i just felt like she was created for me (as well as for other neurodivegent sapphics out there). also title is lyrics from lacy by olivia rodrigo and i thought it fit here

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you knew and have been friends with robin buckley since middle school and during that time, you've been inseparable. your parents would say how much you're both attached to each others hips, which was quite the understatement.

when the both of you were close enough, she came out to you. trusting you enough with who she really is and has not told anyone else. of course you'd understand, maybe not entirely for your 13 year old brain, but.... how could you hate your best friend, your ONLY friend for who she loves? you thought people hating on someone for that was dumb, yet again, you're young, you don't know much of the world and why they act the way it does. but nothing was ever gonna change on how you viewed robin.

once you started high school together, you've experienced some changes yourself. that you found yourself going through an experience that your friend was a couple years prior, but at the time, it didn't mean anything important. and you though, 'this can't be a coincidence that i'm attracted to girls, as is my best friend' and speaking of that best friend.... through this discovery journey, you started seeing robin a different light. she was still your best friend of course, but these feelings were just growing into more than friendship, and that feeling never went away.

you were unsure about your sexuality for most of your high school experience, up until senior year. robin was in band, and she met this cute girl in band, vickie, and it made your just a little bit angry. and it's not just the fact this girl is taking time away from your best friend, but it was the fact robin was looking at a girl like that, and that girl wasn't you.

it's not like you hated vickie, you don't even know her, it was just possessiveness that got to you. everything was just so fucked and you didn't wanna talk about your feelings because you weren't exactly the best at communicating your emotions. especially when you don't like talking about them to begin with.

so, the second best option was to move on, though that probably would take multiple year and not over a span of a few days. you needed some type of distraction, of course. so you decided to hang out with steve harrington. and you a a freshman would be confused and wouldn't believe they'd be friends with steve harrington during your senior year.

and we'll, you were in luck. steve was looking for someone to take as a date to lucas' championship game so you took the opportunity to volunteer. and getting to know steve, he wasn't exactly your type but he was sweet, and yeah, a bit dumb, but he had heart and cared for others. and obviously this wouldn't be a permanent thing for you, but you felt kind of sad for steve because he's been mentioning about finding a girl who isn't leaving out of state to go to college, to find someone who isn't gonna be some boring one night stand and never speak to you again. you knew he wanted something real with someone, maybe it wasn't you but... you wanted to help.

to be honest, he was a gentleman. it wasn't even a dinner date, it was going to a high school basketball game and the two of you were sitting in the bleachers. he did buy you some food as you watched the game, you weren't overly invested since you didn't know much about basketball, but you wanted to support lucas.

during the game though, you and robin occasionally gave one another glances. this had made your heart beat a little too fast, but you ignored it.

the game was over and you and steve were walking towards his car to take you home, then you made a pretty dumb move and kissed him. obviously you didn't like him like that but... distracting yourself in anyway with anyone felt good, but it made your stomach twist up in knots. that had gotten progressively worse that robin was watching the entire thing by the time you pulled away. and she was walking away heartbroken and you were just standing there frozen til steve snapped you out of it by clapping his hands together to get your attention, "hey!" and you looked at him, and you knew, that he knew, "go after her, okay? i'll be fine."

"i'm sorry, steve." you felt awful for using him like this, he was your friend and you took advantage. but he brushed it off, "it's fine. i'd rather have robin be okay than me." and you smiled at him before running after your long time best friend. and you called out to her, "robin, can we please talk?"

"there's nothing to talk about, alright." she didn't turn back to look at you and just kept walking, "i just want you and steve to be happy. i don't wanna get in the way of that." but you managed to catch up to her, making her face you. "that's not what that was, okay? he's not my type." and you got her full attention, "like i won't deny he's easy on the eyes and i think he deserves a girl who'll make him happy, but that's not me. i kissed him because i wanted to distract myself from my feelings. and i'm bad at talking about my feelings. so i just push them down and pray that they'll disappear over time but... some stuff just stays."

robin was trying to understand what you meant, she couldn't exactly understand who you were referring to, "so what are you saying exactly?"

"i like you." you blurted out, "maybe even love you. you're my best friend, and i didn't wanna ruin years of friendship because of how i felt about you. and you have a crush on vickie, which is cool. i'm happy for you, but i just... can't go on without being honest with myself. and i'm sorry if i'm talking too much and i-" but the buckley had cut you off with a kiss. and this time around, it felt great, and it felt real. the feelings and emotions were all there on both ends. she pulled away a few inches to just rest her forehead against yours, "i feel the exact same way. for years, actually."

you gasped in surprised and lightly and playfully punched her shoulder, "are you serious? why didn't you say anything?"

"i didn't think you'd feel the same." and she pulled away from your face with a big smile on her face, "especially since i thought you were straight and i didn't wanna ruin our friendship." and the two of you giggled like idiots. you brought her into another kiss before hugging her tightly, "we're both such idiots."

"yeah, pretty much." she chuckled.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #jaiden writes things #peepshake

[arashrita]

Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

#twst #disney twst #twst disney #twst imagines #twst random #twst shitpost #twst fanfic #twst shenanigans #twst angst #twst angst with a happy ending #twst hurt/comfort #twst x reader #twst x mc #twst x you #twst x y/n #twst x yuu #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x female reader

[littlethingsinlife]

i'm sorry (happier part 2)

A/N: I was not expecting the amount of positive feedback for the first part and I was even more surprised to see people asking for a part 2! It was originally created to be a one-shot but a part 2 really fit well with how the first one ended. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for all of the love and support! I hope you all enjoy. I also want to thank my friend, @tummymoth, they really helped me flush out and refine my rusty ass writing (also let me word vomit at them till midnight sometimes).

Pairing(s): Past Lo’ak x Omatikayan!Reader, Ao’nung x Omatikayan!Reader, Slight mentions of Lo’ak x Tsireya

Warnings: Lo'ak's POV, Swearing, Ao'nung saying something sus ONE time

More Info: My vision for this part 2 was to create a reply in Lo'ak's pov. So we'll have a look at what he experienced and thought process (not too sure if any of that made sense) but I was inspired by Joshua Bassett's song "i'm sorry" and it played constantly as I wrote this. Hopefully I was able to do right by my idea haha.

Summary: 7,547

Part 1: Happier

Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name 

Lyrics = Bolded Italics 

Flashbacks = Italics

Na'vi Words:

Yuey - beautiful (refers to a person) 

Skxawng - idiot/moron

Marui - Pods where the Na’vi live

Ilu - sea creature similar to dolphins

Ikran - dragon-like creature 

Tulkun - sentient creatures similar to whales

Olo’eyktan - clan leader/ chief

I thought about what I would say

But I’m two years too late

I can’t imagine how you’re doing these days, hmm

Sure, it wasn’t perfect back then

I’ll be first to admit

But it was better than being strangers again, oh

It had been a couple of months since my interactions with (Y/N) dwindled to terse smiles and barely audible greetings. If you asked me to point out the moment our friendship started to change, I couldn’t tell you. When did our bond start to break? When did it even start to crack? We used to talk every day about all the things we did and planned what pranks to pull on everyone, but now? Now, she barely looked in my direction. Now, she wouldn’t even give me the time of day. 

I couldn’t remember when it started, but I knew that it was somehow my fault I grew distant once we arrived in Awa'atlu. I guess I was just so fascinated by the new environment and people, I didn’t even realize a rift started to form between us in the first place, much less that it started to grow. 

The night before we left to find a new home, I held (Y/N) as she let out sobs filled with fear and anxiety. It broke my heart, but all I could do was hold her and let her cry until she was calm enough to tell me what was on her mind. 

“I-I am afraid, what if the sky people come to find us again? I cannot lose any of you; it would break me into a million pieces,” she sobbed. 

“If they find us then we will fight and we will win,” I reassured her, gently rocking her back and forth. 

“You are an idiot, I was so close to losing you, to losing Kiri, Tuk, how do you think it would make me feel to lose the most important people in my life?” she sniffled. My chest ached at how broken she sounded, but the only thing I could do was assure her and offer her more words of comfort as I held her in my arms. 

“I promise that I will be with you throughout the journey as will my family. We love you, and even if you do not believe it, you are a Sully. And you know what my dad always says.” 

“Sullys stick together,” we chorused.

That night, I cradled her in my arms until she fell asleep. 

Fuck, I completely broke my promise to her, how could I forget? Shaking my head, I tried to reason to myself, “Maybe she just needs time alone. I’m sure she’ll come running back soon once she realizes that it's no fun without me, her best friend.” I felt a small, unfamiliar feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Right?” 

I’m drunk too late talking to the moon

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause

“Bah! Stop lying, I know you (Y/N). You would have fought alongside me and defended Kiri. You are not the same girl I knew in the forest back home,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and getting up to leave. Honestly, who did she think she was fooling? The skxawng had the balls to insult Kiri, and all she did was sit back and watch. She didn’t even make a move to help until it was to help him by pulling me off. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses,” I called over my shoulder, refusing to look back. 

“Lo’ak! Bro—” a hand roughly grabbed my shoulder, jolting me out of my daze, “why’re you just staring off like that?” I whipped my head to see who the hell it was that was bothering me, only to be met with Neteyam.

“Did you have to grab me that hard?” I hissed before my initial anger gave way to a heavy feeling. “It's nothing, just—just lost in thought” I sighed, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. 

“Right, sure, nothing.” he crouched down beside me. “Don’t think you can lie to me lil bro, you’ve been spacing out more than you usually do. I didn’t even think it was possible to be more empty-headed than you already are,” he stated. 

“Wha—no I haven’t,” I tried to argue, but of course, he wasn’t convinced. 

“Can you stop arguing with me for once and just tell me what’s going on with you, you skxawng?” 

I scrunched my nose in distaste and inhaled sharply, “(Y/N) and I have been…  distant,” I admitted, turning to look at him. “She won’t even look at me. She either only answers me with one word or doesn’t answer at all.” 

He nodded, motioning for me to continue. 

“I—the last time we talked, I said things I didn’t mean. Things that just came out because I was so frustrated and… and angry. It was the heat of the moment and I—” 

“What did you say skxawng, did you hurt her?” Neteyam interrupted, face twisting to show the beginnings of distaste.

“No, no—” I sputtered and raised my hands to calm him before he could go on an hour-long lecture that I absolutely was not in the mood to hear. “At least I don’t think I did… I just wanted to ask her why the hell she was helping fish lips, that’s all—” 

“You didn’t answer me Lo’ak, what did you say to (Y/N)? I don’t care why you did it, I want to know what you said to elicit such a reaction from her.” By Eywa, if he would just give me a chance to get to the point—

“I—I told her that she was not the same girl that I knew back in the forest..." my ears lowered as the weight of what I said slowly sunk in. “And that she could talk to me once she came back to her senses,” I whispered, internally cringing at my harsh words.. 

“You fucking skxawng—” 

“Can you stop calling me that? I already know, you don’t need to keep repeating it…” I scoffed, looking out into the ocean. I’m good enough at beating myself up over the hundreds of times I’ve messed up in this lifetime, I didn’t need another disappointed set of eyes on me.

My ears twitched at the deep sigh he let out. “Look, I’m sorry that I keep calling you skxawng but that is exactly what you are for saying something so hurtful to your best friend of all people. The two of you were inseparable the moment you were born. Even if you don’t want to, suck up your dumbass pride,” my ears flattened again. It wasn’t pride, I’m not prideful. It—it was me needing (Y/N) on my side. We used to always be on the same page, and when she said I was wrong for wanting to defend Kiri against those assholes, it felt like she was siding with them instead of me, and—

Okay, so maybe it was pride.

  “Admit that you were wrong, and go talk to (Y/N),” Neteyam insisted as he put a reassuring arm around my shoulders, jostling me around to prove a point. “Your friendship is so much stronger and Eywa knows that a heat-of-the-moment argument isn’t going to break that. You should have more faith in her.” His gaze sharpened before he schooled his expression into something calmer. “Just talk to her, yeah?” 

“...Yeah,” I mumbled, swallowing down whatever argument was trying to bubble up from my throat and prying his arm off me. “You’re right. I’ll just clear things up with her and apologize. Everything will go back to normal after that, thanks bro—for listening,” I agreed. 

Ever since that day

The things I didn’t say They haunt me, oh

And I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

Our lessons on the ways of the Metkayina were finished, so it was rare for the entire group to be in the same place. But every once in a while, we all finished our chores at the same time and found ourselves near the shore where we first learned to ride the ilu, and sat around a fire hours before eclipse, laughing and exchanging stories. 

The rarity of these moments made me cherish them that much more, but two people continued to miss our not-so-scheduled gatherings the past two moon cycles. How was it possible that they were the only two to keep missing our hangouts? Were they together? Fish lips had better not be doing anything to (Y/N) or so hel—

“(Y/N)! Ao’nung! You guys made it!” Rotxo laughed. 

“Yeah, yeah, quit shouting will you?” Ao’nung shot back as he sat down next to Rotxo, (Y/N) smiling softly as she followed. 

“So, what’ve you guys been up to? We haven’t seen you in what feels like ten moon cycles.” Neteyam questioned.

“Teyam, you saw me earlier today, you literally helped me feed our ikran,” (Y/N) joked. ‘Teyam? When did she start calling him by anything other than his given name?

Ao’nung swatted her side with his stupidly wide tail and swung an arm around her shoulder with a remarkably punchable smile on his face “More like he was trying to make sure you didn’t accidentally give them your fingers for breakfast. They would’ve gotten indigestion.”

“Haha very funny Ao’nung,” she drawled, “I would’ve fed you to Tekay instead, but she would’ve gagged the moment she caught a whiff of you,” she scoffed as she quickly pushed him away by the chest.

“Wait… Do they even have a gag reflex?” Fish lips didn’t budge, he just had a dumb look of confusion on his face.

“No, but they would defy the laws of biology to gag just for you,” she quipped, sticking out her tongue and moving to push him away again, but the skxawng had the nerve to pull her into a headlock. 

“Oh, yuey, the ikran won’t be the only ones gagging on me tonight,” he argued with a smirk. 

Did I want to punch that smirk off his face? Did I want to gag? Both? Before I could make a decision, (Y/N) grimaced, pushing him away again and smacking him upside the head. 

“That’s actually repulsive. You’re disgusting.”

“Dude, keep it in your pants, her family is right there,” Rotxo laughed, doubled over as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Yeah, we’re right here,” I interjected with a smile—wanting to join in on the jokes that were being thrown around—but it was hard to keep my face from falling when I saw (Y/N)’s bright expression falter. 

“Anyway, what were you guys talking about before Ao’nung and I arrived?” she asked in a too-bright tone of voice she only used when she desperately wanted to change the subject. As if everyone came to an unspoken agreement to forget about the conversation before, one by one they all started talking about who they thought would win in a fight—Toruk Makto, or our Olo’eyktan, Tonowari. 

The sound of laughter and excited chatter faded as I replayed the previous conversation in my head. When did they start joking around like that? Why the hell did fish lips call her yuey like it was the most natural thing in the world? How come she smiled so easily with him but faltered when she sees me? She was probably smiling with him right now—

I looked over at her, a pit in my stomach already forming at the idea of her smiling at him, but she looked so distant, so withdrawn from everything around her. Before I could even blink, she put a delicate hand on Ao’nung’s arm to grab his attention and mumbled something in a hushed tone. After a few beats of silent conversation, Ao’nung nodded and gave her a look of understanding. 

Why did he look at her like that? How much time did they spend together to be able to understand each other with just a look? How much time have I wasted breaking my promise to her while she grew closer to someone else? 

 Standing up, I made up my mind that I would talk to her and clear up any miscommunication. There was no way in hell I was about to let fish lips ruin our childhood friendship. Before I could even get close, Neteyam pulled me aside. 

“Bro, why’re you glaring at everyone?” he asked with concern written all over his face.

“Glaring?” I tilted my head in confusion. “I’m not glaring, this is just my face.” 

“No, no.” He shook his head. “I’m your brother, I know your face. Whatever look you’ve been throwing at Ao’nung and (Y/N)? You may as well have been throwing knives at them.”

Behind Neteyam, I could see (Y/N) get up to bid everyone good night and slowly walk in our direction. This was my chance, I just needed this overbearing idiot to leave me alone. 

“Whatever look you think I’m giving to them, you’re wrong,” I denied. “Can you not act like this right now?” My tail flicked side to side impatiently, an obvious twinge of annoyance clear in my tone. I licked my lips nervously as I could hear footsteps coming closer. Leaning slightly to the side, I looked behind Neteyam to see (Y/N) and—

Ao’nung? What? Why is he there? 

“Good night,” (Y/N) muttered, not sparing us a glance as she walked past. I followed her every move and—as if everything slowed down—my eyes narrowed as they found Ao’nung’s hand placed on her lower back, leading her gently in the direction of the marui. 

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry 

Though it's far too late

“I did it! Did you see that Reya?” I shouted—out of breath—as I showed off the shell Tsireya threw. 

“Yes, yes you did it!” She exclaimed, excitedly wrapping her hand around mine. For someone who spent so much time underwater, her hand radiated so much warmth. So easy to hold. My heart swelled with pride as she continued to compliment me. “You’ve improved so much!”

“Yeah? Well, I had a great teacher,” I joked, nudging her softly with my shoulder. It wasn’t just her hands that were warm either, she just seemed to radiate it.

“Oh stop, you flatter me too much,” she denied, fidgeting with her hair. Was that a blush on her face? “C’mon, why don’t we catch up with the others? Private lessons are officially done for the day,” she announced as she led me to shore. Oh Eywa, she looked so pretty like this, with her hair flowing down her back and the way her eyes cast down when she became flustered. And her smile, it was a smile that could knock the air out of my lungs.

While we walked onto shore, we joked around and laughed with each other, talking about anything and everything. The ease of each reply and joke came as smoothly as gliding through the water on an ilu—as easy as breathing. Laughing at another one of Tsireya’s jokes, my eyes scanned the village as we approached it. Families were winding down for the day as they cooked dinner, although I didn’t see mine anywhere nearby aside from Kiri. 

My smile slowly dropped when I was able to make out Kiri looking frantically around as if she was searching for someone. Tsireya and I made our way to her, worry filling the pit in my stomach. As we got closer, I could see Ao’nung climb down one of the roots of the Mangrove trees and make a beeline toward her. My eyes stayed on both of them, making sure that fish lips didn’t do anything to Kiri. 

Ears twitching I was able to make out the words, “(Y/N)? Did you find her? ” from Kiri as they were carried on the wind toward us.

“Yeah I did, I was able to get her to eat, but she’s not looking too good,” Ao’nung replied with concern lacing his voice.

Brows furrowing, I pulled Ao’nung by the shoulder. “What do you mean she’s not looking good? Where is she? What did you do?” 

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit, freak.” I rolled my eyes at the insult. He couldn’t use that thick head of his to think of anything else to call me? From the pained look on his face, I could tell that my grip on his shoulder had too much pressure. Good. Served him right.

Before Ao’nung and I could continue our argument Kiri groaned, “Will the both of you skxawng shut up! I’ll go talk to her.” My eyes followed her retreating form as she went to talk to (Y/N)—tail lashing back and forth in agitation all the while—before turning back to Ao’nung.

Who the hell did he think he was? I’d beat his skxawng ass if he hurt (Y/N) in any way. He had no right to look so damn worried. They weren’t even close. What even happened? How long had she been missing for Kiri to go to fish lips of all people for help? Should I follow Kiri? Why didn’t (Y/N) come to me? She always came to me, and if she came to me now, I absolutely would have listened. Why—

“Lo’ak? Hey, are you okay? Lo’ak?” a hand softly placed itself on my arm. Closing my eyes in frustration, I sighed. 

“Yeah, perfectly fine.” 

Damn it, was that when it started? How idiotic and blind have I been that I didn’t even notice that her trust in me started to slip and die when it was right in front of me? Why didn’t I go to her and make sure she was okay? I should’ve punched that idiot’s lights out—

“Ao’nung! Stop pulling me you skxawng, you’re walking too fast, slow down!” a hushed voice chastised. 

“C’mon yuey, we only have about an hour before eclipse, we have to hurry!” His voice grated against my ears as he responded. 

“That’s plenty of time!” (Y/N) insisted. I could hear the laughter bubbling up in her voice as she chased after him. “Please Ao’nung slow down, I can’t keep up.” 

“It can’t be helped, you’re so short—” a whack could be heard. “Ow!”

“I’m as tall as Tsireya, you giant!” 

“Both you and my sister are short—Ow! Alright, just because you did that, you leave me no choice,” Ao’nung said, throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder with a laugh. 

The bickering voices got closer, and my eyes narrowed at the way he held her. My breath hitched as he whispered something in her ear that made her ears perk up and her eyes widen. What the hell was he saying to her? Before I could spring up from my spot, Ao’nung tossed (Y/N) in the water, her yelp quickly interrupted by the sound of her body hitting the water. 

I stayed in my spot as shock zipped through my body. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I held, her head popped out of the water, a playful glare on her face. 

“I told you, you left me no choice,” he stated, guffawing at her expression.

“Oh yeah?” she groused, spitting out seawater as she wrung out her hair. “Well fuck you too. Help me out of here?” 

“Only if you say the magic word,” he taunted, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Otherwise, I’m afraid my hands are tied.”

“Please, oh great son of our Olo’eyktan, help me out of the ocean,” she beckoned dramatically, sarcasm dripping from every word while she rolled her eyes. “It’s about time you recognized my proud lineage, forest dweller,”  he said as his chest puffed out with a hand reaching towards (Y/N). And there was that stupid smile on his face.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she reached for his hand, making sure to tug with enough force to unceremoniously yank him into the water. 

“So much for the son of a great warrior! Your instincts are shit!”

“My instincts are dull you say?” he questioned as his head popped up next to her. “We’ll see about that!” 

“Wha—AHHH—'' she wheezed. “No, please Ao’nung stop! That tickles!” Her arms flailed wildly in an attempt to free herself from his grasp. 

What the fuck.

  My ears flattened at an angle as I tried to process the scene unfolding before me. When did she start laughing with him? That should’ve been me she was laughing with. Not him, not the skxawng who had been nothing but rude to us since we arrived. What… what was I even saying—Fuck I didn’t know anymore. Why did I feel like this every time I saw them together… laughing and making jokes like we used to?

And it was me, it wasn’t you

It’s cliche, but it’s true 

I wasn’t thinking how I usually do, oh

And is your momma doing well? 

Or does she still hate me? 

But it was hard to watch me put you through hell 

I’m drunk, too late, talking to the moon, ooh

Writing songs I can’t sing to you, ‘cause 

Two weeks had passed since I started noticing the changes in (Y/N)’s relationship—friendship?—with Ao’nung. It was like every time I blinked, I could see her laughing loudly as Ao’nung tickled her with a triumphant smile on his stupid face. Since that day, I had been trying to find a way to talk to (Y/N), but she was never alone. She was always with him and when she wasn’t, she disappeared and I couldn’t find her no matter how hard I looked. 

Now here I was, wandering around trying to look for her as I rehearsed what I wanted to tell her. 

Where could she be? Dinner was in an hour and she wasn’t anywhere near our marui. I had to find her soon so there would be enough time for us to talk. I had to tell her that I miss her, that I was sorry for being so dumb, that I shouldn’t have let my pride blind me, and that I didn’t mean any of the things I said. 

There was only one place I hadn’t looked yet… hopefully she was there. 

As I was getting closer to the root Kiri stalked to, I could see two silhouettes beside each other. An all-too-familiar feeling bloomed in my chest once I registered that she was there with him. 

Her melodic laughter made my steps falter. I clenched my fists tightly, contemplating if I should go over there and pull her away, force her to talk to me, to listen. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t do that to her, not when she looked so content, so happy. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me, oh

I know that I’m to blame 

So, go ahead and 

Blame it on me, oh

“Lo’ak? You said you were going to look for (Y/N) and never came back. She’s already in the marui helping mom cook,” Kiri stated, a twinge of annoyance lacing her voice. “Hey, are you listening?” She shook my arm slightly, making me jump out of my stupor. 

“Yeah, sorry, you said dinner was ready?” I asked as I stared off. 

The sand beside me crunched softly as Kiri made a move to sit beside me. “No, I said that (Y/N) is with mom helping her cook. Where is your head at?” she asked as she tilted her head to try and meet my gaze. “Are you alright?” The annoyance in her voice shifted to concern. 

“I’m fine, yep—just… fine,” I brushed her off, hoisting myself up to head towards Mom and Dad for dinner before Kiri yanked me back down. 

“Lo’ak, don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not. Tell me what’s going on,” she urged. “Maybe I can help you with whatever it is that’s occupied your mind lately.”

I inhaled sharply, debating if I should tell her what had been muddying my mind, the reason why I had been so spaced out, why I had been glaring daggers at fish lips each time I saw his stupid face next to (Y/N)—how confused I was. 

“Stop with the thinking skxawng, you might hurt yourself,” she admonished. “Just tell me. It’s not like I can’t handle it.” 

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and turned away from her to look at the sea. I hadn't even said anything yet and Kiri was already making me feel idiotic. How was I supposed to tell her what's been going on like this? Maybe if I kept quiet for long enough, she would get tired of waiting for me to start talking and go on to eat dinner without me. 

A couple of minutes of silence passed. 

I could still feel her staring at me.

“I’ve—I’ve been conflicted,” I started, tongue feeling heavy in my mouth as I continued to stare at the shoreline. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?” Kiri nudged my shoulder with hers. “Elaborate a little more, I can’t help if you don’t tell me the reason why you’re feeling confused.” 

“...Whenever I see (Y/N) with Ao’nung, it’s as if I can feel my heart aching,” I said, motioning toward my chest to prove my point. “There’s always a… a surge of anger that rushes through me. All I want to do is pull her away from him so then everything can go back to the way things used to be—for us to be okay.”

“Lo’ak…” If I was looking at her, I’d probably see Kiri tilt her head with sympathy. But sympathy isn’t what I needed right now.

“I want her to look at me and smile, to laugh with me, hug me—but now, whenever I get close to her, she’s next to him, laughing with him, cracking the jokes we would make to each other… I just—” I rubbed at my face in frustration. It wasn’t as if the words were hard to come by—I had spent so much time bottling them up that it was hard to stop talking. No, I just hated the fact that I felt this way in the first place. “I don’t understand why seeing them makes me feel like my heart is about to explode—why it makes me want to scream. It hurts.” 

“Lo’ak” she put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you—are you in love with (Y/N)?”

Love?

I sputtered in surprise and whipped my head toward Kiri to see if she was joking or not. What kind of a sick question was that? I wasn’t in the mood for any games. 

“What? No, she’s like my… sister?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “If you’re not, then why does seeing her with Ao’nung hurt you so much? Why do you care as much as you do?” 

“I shouldn’t!” I wrenched my shoulder away from her hand and stood up. The need to move around and do something—anything—was too much. There was too much energy thrumming right beneath my skin to sit still anymore. 

“That’s the problem! After everything I said to her, done to her? I don’t have the right to say I’m in love with her. She’s my childhood friend, Kiri. That’s all our relationship has ever been… I just—” I paused in thought and tried to calm down. “I didn’t realize seeing her have so much fun with someone else would make me feel so, so hollow—” 

“Let me ask you something, you have to promise to be completely honest with me, okay?”

I nodded, not even looking in her direction. 

“When (Y/N) tried to pull you off from Ao’nung that one fight months ago, what did you feel? Angry? Betrayed? Jealous?”

Jealous? Did she really think I was sulking for months because of such a petty feeling? I’m not a jealous person. I never have been. 

“Seeing her jump in to get me off him made me feel like she was siding with him and telling me that I was wrong. Her actions were clear as day to me, Kiri.” I started to pace around. “She was protecting him—caring for him when she should’ve been next to me, helping and supporting me. When she did that—I felt like the only person that’s ever been on my side—” I croaked and turned my head to look at Kiri as tears stung my eyes “The only person who didn’t see everything I did as some sort of disappointment or failure, abandoned me and chose someone else.”

“...”

“I know that I could’ve approached her a different way but how could I when I felt so broken?” I inhaled sharply, eyebrows furrowed. “ It’s all fish lips’ fault. If he wasn’t such an asshole, none of this would have happened, and (Y/N) and I would still be the same, she would still be by my side—supporting me, loving me.” 

“Why do you keep blaming it on Ao’nung?”

“Because it is his fault that things have turned out the way it has.” I threw my hands up, exasperated. What wasn’t Kiri getting? “He’s getting in between my relationship—er—friendship with (Y/N)! If he wasn’t there I would be able to talk to her and tell her I’m sorry, but she’s always with him—”

“Stop! Are you hearing yourself?” She nudged at my foot to interrupt and scoffed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? (Y/N) told me what you said to her, how ‘she wasn’t the same girl’ you knew back in the forest. Do you know what happened when you told her that? Do you know how much pain she was in?”

Pain? I snorted, turning towards Kiri. “Now I know what you’re saying is bullshit. You know how (Y/N) is—if she really was pissed at me she would’ve come to me instead of running to someone else.”

“She wasn’t pissed. She cried because of you, Lo’ak. Because of what you said.” I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her. Kiri's eyes didn’t waver. Another heavy feeling settled on my chest and clawed its way up my throat. If you had asked me what it was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Was I sad? Guilty? Angry? Was I jealous like she said?

I settled on anger.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying—”

“The person that found her that night, the one who comforted her? That was Ao’nung. He held her in his arms as she sobbed when I found them.” She stood up too, forcing me to stop pacing. 

“The last thing I want to hear about right now is him, Kiri. What the fuck—”

“Did you ever think about why she’s so comfortable with him now? Why they’re so close? While you ignored her for weeks, he made sure she was okay—made sure she ate every day. He didn’t leave her side until she finished,” Kiri pointed out, and before I could even think to open my mouth to remind her how shitty he was to her especially, she cut me off. “Yes, he was an asshole at the beginning, and yes he has a screwed-up way to show he cares, but he stepped up when you fucked up.” She poked my chest with a glare before she continued. 

“Oh, so I’m a fuck-up now?” I asked wryly. 

“You can’t put all the blame on someone that took care of your best friend. Stop being so blinded by your pride and hatred and see that you’re the real reason why your relationship with (Y/N) isn’t the same as it used to be.” 

My heart sank a little more as I scrambled for something to say. “How could you say that—”

“No, you do not get to interrupt me right now, Lo’ak.” Her eyes flashed with something closer to anger than annoyance. When was the last time I saw her angry? “Listen and listen well. When we couldn’t find (Y/N) and we were looking for her everywhere—he was the one that found her spot, the one she isolated herself to so she could cry alone, and no one would see how much pain she was in. And what were you doing in the meantime?” 

My ears flattened at her rising tone, and I was finally beginning to understand the weight stuck in my throat and chest. Not anger, not even jealousy.

“You were out there with Tsireya, stuck in your own little world.”

It was my fault.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy that you found her but you can’t have both of them. You can’t be that selfish. From (Y/N)’s perspective, you’ve already chosen the one you want.”

“It’s not like I’ve actually chosen anyone yet,” I tried to interject, but all the fight had left my voice as Kiri’s words dug into my skin and sunk in.

“Don’t you dare play with either of their feelings. (Y/N) held so much love for you in her heart, she allowed herself to break to the point of no repair because she didn’t want to show you how much it hurt her to see you at your happiest with Tsireya.” She paused before continuing, her voice losing its edge. “Let her move on, brother. And if it’s Ao’nung that makes her light up the way she used to, then you suck it up and let him. He was there when your pride wouldn’t even let you apologize or even look in her direction. Actually think about how she feels for once.” 

I hated the fact that there wasn’t anything I could say to prove her wrong. 

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about nowadays,” I muttered.

I know that I’m too late

But I’ll say it anyway 

I’m sorry 

I’m sorry, hmm

I’m sorry 

Though it’s far too late 

“I thought I was already doing that,” a faint voice huffed in annoyance. Turning the corner, I saw Ao’nung and (Y/N) standing on the beach together— far too close for my liking. 

“You were, but you got sloppy. Here, you have to move your hips like this,” he said as he corrected her posture. My ears flattened against my head as he put a hand on her hip and gently directed her movement.

Why did he look so gentle with her?

“Ao’nung,” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, clear as crystal despite her uncertain tone. “Are you sure you should be teaching me this? This is a traditional Metkayina dance, right? I’m…” she hesitated, her voice becoming smaller. “I’m not Metkayina—” 

“Yet.” He interrupted, holding her face in his hands. “You are not Metkayina yet. Once you become one of us, you will have to learn the dance to celebrate the return of our spirit brothers and sisters, so why not learn that now?” I hated how reassuring his voice was. The thought of how either of their eyes looked as they held contact made my stomach turn.

“Yeah… you’re right,” she mumbled with an unsure look on her face.

“Woah, hey pretty girl, look at me,” he insisted, laying his hands on her shoulders and bending his neck so they were at eye level. “I’m serious when I say you will become Metkayina one day, so don’t worry yourself over it right now. Okay?” Ao’nung tilted his head to the side, an unbelievably soft expression on his face. “You have me here to help you.”

“Alright…” (Y/N) mumbled, not convinced. 

“If you don’t get rid of that look on your face I’ll throw you into the water,” he said as his face shifted from sincerity to something mischievous. “Or worse… I’ll tickle you,” he threatened.

“You better not Ao’nung, or I swear to the Great Mother herself I will hu—AHH—get away, you skxawng!'' She laughed as she tried to run away, but Ao’nung grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his arms. And despite her words of protest, it was clear as day that she was leaning into him while they scuffled on the sand. 

“No!” she shrieked with glee. “You can’t make me go in there again!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, forest dweller!”

A thought occurred. Should I go up to them? We never got the chance to talk, after all. I took a few steps in their direction before freezing. When was the last time I heard her laugh like that? She had the biggest smile on her face, and the one who made that happen wasn’t me—it was him. 

And if you ever hear this 

I hope you know that 

I’m not proud of who I’ve been, ooh

And if I see you again

I hope you know that 

I wish you nothing but the best

And my biggest regret

The afternoon was quiet, relative silence only interrupted by the crashing of waves. Without much to do, I just sat in our marui and lazed around with Tuk until a horn blew. 

“The tulkun have returned! Everybody—our brothers and sisters have returned!” Tsireya’s voice rang out, and when I poked my head out to see what the fuss was about, I saw the megawatt smile on her face, as she swam by on her ilu. 

The village came to life as everyone mounted either ilu or canoe to make their way to the tulkun. From here, I could see little more than a large group of dark shapes making their way through the water. Payakan himself was dauntingly huge, but to see a whole pod of them show up like this? It was spectacular. I watched the commotion unfold from one of the walkways, lost in thought before I felt water splashing at my feet. 

“Come on Lo’ak! Don’t just stand there, let’s go see the tulkun together!” Tsireya urged, still smiling. Shaken out of my stupor, I grinned widely—diving into the water and clambering onto her ilu. lu may be lithe animals, but I could still feel sinuous muscle under velvety skin as it made adjustments in the water to keep balance. 

“I’ll come, but only if you’re offering a ride,” I joked, gently holding her waist and playfully leaning onto her. The cool water around us made her skin feel that much warmer. It was nice. 

Before I could see her reaction—I would’ve bet anything at that moment that her cheeks had become flushed—we began to quickly make our way toward the rest of the clan and the giant tulkun. 

The air around me vibrated with the excitement and happiness of loved ones returning, and Tsireya was no exception—the speed of the ilu gave away her eagerness to be with her spirit sister. As we leaped into and out of the water, Tsireya’s laughter was carried by the wind and reached my ears. That, and the answering whoops and bellows of Metkayina and tulkun alike, was almost contagious enough to get carried away by the energy surrounding us. 

“My spirit sister is down there,” she said as she dismounted, sliding off her ilu and into the water. “Wait here, yeah?” she smiled at me before diving down.  

I was more than happy to watch the Na’vi around me. Looking around, I was in awe of the sheer amount of tulkun gathered in one area, and how each Metkayina was able to identify their spirit sisters or brothers so easily. Looking down into the shifting waters, I saw Tsireya catching up with her spirit sister, waving her hands around and swimming through the water alongside her.

All around, I could hear people telling stories and the deep, booming calls of the tulkun as they responded with tales of their own. New parents were showing their babies and calves, and as my eyes scanned the horizon, I could see small children holding onto the tulkun’s fins as they were lifted to the glittering ocean surface.  

Not too far away, I heard the sound of a body hitting the water and the sound of grating, but familiar laughter along with an indignant (Y/N) sputtering. 

“Ao’nung, what the fu—” 

“Hey, hey, relax! It’s just some water. There are children here, yuey,” Ao’nung chided with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“The parents of those children are going to have to explain what it means to return to Eywa once I’m through with you,” she retorted, treading water and becoming even more unamused when he raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Woah there pretty girl, you’re talking to the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora—”

“That’s funny, I don’t see Neteyam here,” she interjected, pretending to search the waters around them before turning back to Ao’nung and tilting her head, “do you?”

“Just because you said that you can have fun finding your own way back to shore,” he said as he turned his ilu around.

“Oh, c’mon Ao’nung, don’t be like that,” she rolled her eyes and reached a hand towards him. “You’d really leave me here to fend for myself?”

He turned and wagged a disapproving finger at her, “I’ll consider forgiving you if you say word-for-word that I’m the son of the mightiest warrior in all of Pandora. I can’t have you slandering my father’s name, yuey.” She groaned and leaned back into the water. 

“You couldn’t pay me enough to say that load of bull—”

“Nope!” he didn’t give her a chance to defile the ears of any nearby children and crossed his arms. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“...”

“I’m still waiting.”

With a sardonic smile, she finally caved. “Why don’t I do you one better? You’re the mightiest warrior to exist since the time of the First Songs,” she declared, sarcasm dripping from every word as she slapped at the water for emphasis. 

“That’s what I thought, was that so hard?” Even if I wasn’t able to see them, I still would have been able to hear the stupidly wide smile that made its way across his face.

“Don’t be such a big baby and let me meet your spirit brother!” 

“Just because he’s here to visit today, I’ll let that one slide for now.” Ao’nung rolled his eyes, dismounting his ilu to join (Y/N). “Now hold on tight and hold your breath like how we practiced.”

We? Who the fuck was we? Why was he allowing her to meet his spirit brother? Why were they looking at each other like that?

I watched both of their silhouettes submerge and breathed deeply, forcing my thundering heart to calm as I slowly sank my head into the water. At first, all I could see were blobs floating around in the water, but once my eyes adjusted, I could see the fluid movement of Ao’nung talking to his spirit brother. Eyebrows furrowing, I swam a little closer and hoped that I would be able to see what was being signed. With each movement made, it was clear that Ao’nung was translating the clicks and bellows of the tulkun to (Y/N), and whatever was being said made her smile widen by the second. 

I couldn’t watch anymore as my chest burned from the lack of air and I resurfaced to catch my breath. For once, I was thankful for the lack of lung capacity I had. I climbed back onto Tsireya’s ilu. Seeing as she wasn’t back yet, I sat back and leaned on its neck to face the sky.

Did she always glow like that when she smiled? Whenever she was with him—she always looked so happy, so vibrant. Would she have looked like that with me by her side if I didn’t push her away? If I was there for her like I had promised? I wanted to tell her sorry—that I was sorry for taking our friendship for granted, for making her go through it alone. I wish that it didn’t take seeing her smile and laugh with someone else to make me realize how I felt.

I willed my tears to go away. 

Is this how she felt? Seeing me with Tsireya? Great Mother… I was truly horrible, wasn’t I? I wished things turned out differently. Maybe in another universe, I did talk to her—realized sooner, made her happier—but now? Right now, my heart was torn in two, watching as someone else picked up the pieces of the heart I crushed. No amount of words could fix what we used to have, and even though I wanted to whisk her away, tell her I love her—that I see her—that seeing her with him made my skin crawl, I knew I couldn’t. I was no longer worthy to be part of her life, because of me and my actions alone. 

I had become nothing but a stranger. 

Ever since that day 

The things I didn’t say 

They haunt me

I know that I’m to blame

So go ahead and 

Blame it on me, ooh

I know that I’m too late 

But I’ll say it anyway

I’m sorry

I’m sorry 

Hmm, I’m sorry 

Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’m sorry

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New Year's Day | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Happy New Year('s Eve)! I'm not sure if its NYE where you are or if the clock has already struck midnight. Regardless, have a great 2023! I am hanging out with my parents and I will be kissing no one at midnight. Look out 2023, I'm wild.

Warnings: mention of alcohol, mention of anxiety, idiots in love

"There's glitter on the floor after the party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me, forevermore"

...

Bucky didn’t like parties. It wasn’t that he hated celebrations, nor was he a “fun crusher” as Tony often called him. He just didn’t like the crowds, the noise. Large social gatherings made him uncomfortable. And he had plenty reason to stay far away from any get-together of more than a handful of people. I

But this party- this was the exception. It was the New Year’s bash, the party of all parties. It was supposed to celebrate the end of the tumultuous twelve months you’d faced, and usher in a- hopefully better- year to come. 

Throngs of people planned to gather in a luxe penthouse in Manhattan and party until sunup. And while that wasn’t usually Bucky’s idea of a good time, he wanted this night to be special.

On more occasions than he could count, you sat out of Tony’s parties because of Bucky. You stayed home while everyone you knew- and many you didn’t- had the time of their lives. And while you never complained, Bucky feared you’d resent him. That you’d get tired of coddling him and his anxiety. 

Not that you’d ever feel that way about him. You stayed home from every party because you wanted to, not out of obligation. You wanted to be with Bucky. And if that meant foregoing a Stark party, you didn’t mind. Even if you went without Bucky, you knew you wouldn’t have any fun. You’d spend the entire night missing him, wishing he was there. Attending Tony’s parties wasn’t worth it unless Bucky was there, too.

With the NYE party looming over him, Bucky decided he needed to attend. He knew you wanted to go. Any time someone mentioned it, you perked up. It was subtle, but Bucky noticed. He knew you were itching to celebrate the new year and party till sunup with the rest of the team. And while just the thought of fireworks and large crowds was enough to make him sweat, he was determined to make it work.

Plus, he wanted to kiss you at midnight. He wanted to ring in the new year with your lips pressed to his. He wanted to stand on the balcony overlooking the city with you- just you- and tell you how he felt about you.

But asking you to be his date proved harder than he expected.

“I think we should go to the party,” he told you one day over lunch. “It sounds fun.” 

A blank stare stole the light from your eyes. You blinked once. Twice. “Okay, wait. I’m sorry- what? Did you just way you wanted to go to a party?” You laughed, “are you on drugs?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, “No, I’m not on drugs, doll.” He chucked his balled-up straw wrapper at you and made you squeal. “I wanna go- with you, I mean. I want us to celebrate the fact that we somehow made it through this fucking year alive.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. Between the Flag Smashers, a slew of nightmarish missions, and a nearly fatal run in with a Zola apologist, the past twelve months hadn’t treated either of you with kindness. You’d reached your quota on near-death experiences and stays in the med bay- but you survived. And Bucky wanted to commemorate it. 

He gave you an expectant look, “What do you think? You wanna go together?”

You let out an excited laugh- a scream, really. “Hell yeah, Barnes- Oh, I have to text Wanda!” The clicking of your nails against your screen echoed through the space as you fired off a message to Wanda. “She, Nat, Maria, and Sam are going as a group! I bet we can tag along.”

It sounded fun, but Bucky wanted to smack himself upside the head. Of course, you didn’t realize he intended it to be a date; he never actually said the words. All he said was that you should go together- but the two of you went everywhere together. Based on the way he phrased his statement, this was no different than his request for you to accompany him to Trader Joe’s. 

It would’ve been an easy fix. A quick, “Would you like to be my date?” would surely correct the situation in less than a minute. But Bucky was already in too deep. He’d worked up all his courage and spent it on asking you- incorrectly- to accompany him. And now his tank was empty. And he couldn’t retroactively ask you to be his date now; it would seem like an afterthought. You were never an afterthought.

“Wanda said we can go with them,” you shot Bucky a warm smile. “I’m so happy we’re going!”

“Good. Me too.” He matched your smile, regardless of the anxiety eating away at his insides.

Without warning, you grabbed Bucky’s hand. “I know you’re not really much of a party guy, though, so we’ll just play it by ear, alright? If at any point you wanna leave, that’s totally fine.”

Bucky gave you an overly casual shrug, “Oh, don’t worry about me, doll. I’m-”

“There’s gonna be fireworks…”

Bucky nodded.

“Are you sure you wanna go?” Your eagerness to attend Tony’ party disappeared at you thought about Bucky’s past. You didn’t want him to be uncomfortable- even for a second. “We could get away from the city for the night, instead. Maybe stay at Clint’s cabin?”

Bucky gave your hand a squeeze, “I’ll be okay. I promise. How bad could it be?” The words ‘will you be my date?’ swarmed inside Bucky’s head like a cloud of angry bees; he could barely hear you over the buzzing. Lunch ended without him asking, without you agreeing to be his date. 

Bucky found the answer to his question the moment he stepped into the party. How bad could it be? Bad. 

Hordes of people, loud music, champagne bottles popping at every turn. Cameras flashed left and right. Glitter and confetti littered the floor, making it slick as you walked through the crowd. Bucky was nearly sweating through his suit jacket. Drunk partygoers stumbled into the two of you time and time again. And while Bucky didn’t like being touched by strangers, he wanted to take the brunt. He didn’t want anyone knocking you down or stepping on your feet. 

He was uncomfortable to say the least. Just like he knew he would be. Just like you feared. Part of him wished he’d opted for the cabin getaway you offered at lunch. But you grounded him. Every time you looked at him, every time you laughed at one of his jokes or rested your hand on his arm, his world righted itself. You helped him find solace, peace- even amongst the chaos.

And though he’d seen you dressed up before, this way different. He loved way your shimmering gold dress caught the light. He loved the glittery make up that adorned your skin. You were radiant. Breathtaking. Perfect in every way. Hundreds of people filled the penthouse, but he only saw you. Only you mattered. 

“You good?” you shouted to Bucky over the roar of the crowd.

He nodded. “Why?”

“You’re staring”, you yelled. “I thought I had something in my teeth!” 

Bucky’s head fell back in a laugh that got lost in the noise of the party. He shook his head and brought his lips to your ear, speaking so that only you could hear him. “You just look really beautiful. That’s all.”

A rush of warmth flooded your cheeks. You couldn’t believe someone as perfect as him thought you were beautiful. He looked so good, so unbelievably handsome- it shouldn’t have been allowed. The way his suit fit his body nearly made you salivate. And thought you’d seen him in it before when you helped him pick it out, it still made you weak in the knees. It was the perfect material to compliment the dress you and Wanda selected for you to wear. 

And you knew the fabric would feel incredible as you gripped his lapels and pulled him in for a New Year’s kiss. 

Everything seemed to be going your way for once. Every time you had the chance to tell Bucky how you felt, something sabotaged you. Bucky was always getting phone calls from Fury at the wrong times, and Wanda’s unannounced drop-ins coincided with your confession on more than one occasion. Part of you worried that it was the universe’s way of telling you not to say anything. Maybe he didn’t have feelings for you. Maybe you were better off as friends. 

But you had to try, didn’t you?

“Hey, Buck. I was wondering if-”

Bucky couldn’t focus. He knew you were talking to him, knew that he needed to pay attention. But all he could think about was kissing you. Inhaling you. Making you his. He’d been through enough waking nightmares that nothing scared him anymore- except you. Why was he so nervous? He could run into gunfire and jump out of planes but telling you how he felt flooded his system with fear. 

He couldn’t do this. His brain screamed at him to abort the mission. 

“I’m gonna run- um, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he suddenly blurted out. “Be back in a minute.”

Before you knew what happened, he dashed through the crowd and disappeared. You stood on the dance floor- alone- with strangers bumping into you every few seconds. This had to be cosmic sabotage; the universe clearly didn’t want you to be with Bucky. But you didn’t care. You’d had just enough liquid courage to give you the tenacity you needed. The universe could get fucked, in your opinion. You balked in the face of fate and destiny and divine intervention and set off in Bucky’s direction.

He leaned over the bathroom counter and splashed cool water on his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his tie askew. This was just sad. Pathetic.

He was the Winter fucking Soldier- why was he scared of something so normal? So low stakes? People did this every day; they kissed the people they loved. But to him, this wasn’t normal. And the stakes had never been higher. He never thought he’d find such a great friend- and definitely never thought he’d fall so deeply in love with her. 

He wasn’t prepared for it, didn’t know how to handle these feelings. And if his confession of love or his request for a midnight kiss scared you away, he’d never forgive himself. There were plenty of reasons for you not to want Bucky romantically, so many that he couldn’t even list them all. And of course, you’d let him down gently. You’d be kind about it and would never make him feel bad. But he knew it would change your dynamic forever, and he didn’t know if he could stomach that reality. He couldn’t let you become a stranger.

Partygoers eyed you as you searched high and low for Bucky. They gave you weird looks and whispered about you as you called out his name. They must’ve thought you were an obsessed ex or a crazy fangirl- some of them probably wondered why you were allowed into the party. But you didn’t give a fuck. You were going to find Bucky if it was the last thing you did. 

Things got quieter as you moved farther from the massive crowd. Soft music played, you spotted Tony and Pepper sweet talking one another in a quiet corner. Finally, you could hear yourself think. But it was 11:58, and this penthouse was bigger that your childhood home. There was no way you were going to be able to find Bucky in time.

But you weren’t going to give up. As you rounded the corner down a long hallway, a wall of muscle bumped into you. Its mass nearly sent you crashing to the floor, until an arm wound around your waist. “Oh, shit- sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Bucky saved you from falling and pulled you close to his body. “Are you alright?”

There was no time for small talk or pleasantries, you had a mission- and your time to accomplish it was running out. “Buck, would you be my New Year’s kiss?”

Bucky stared at you, “What?”

“There’s like-” you checked your phone, “there’s like less than two minutes till the ball drops and I- do you want to kiss me at midnight? Yes or no?”

Bucky gave you a smile and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Doll, you’re drunk-”

“I’m not. We both know I’m not.” He was trying to get out of it- to find an excuse, wasn’t he? Embarrassment flared inside your chest. 

Bucky could’ve suffocated in the tension. His heartbeat pounded so loud in his ears it drowned out the music. The raucous crowd.

“It feels embarrassing to ask a third time, but you haven’t technically answered, so-”

“Yes,” Bucky nodded. He gave the area a cursory glance and found it less enchanting than he would’ve liked for such an important moment. “But, don’t you wanna go back to the party and see the ball drop? Or stand on the balcony to watch the fireworks?”

“No. I wanna be here. With you.”

The crowd began their countdown.

“FIVE…”

And all Bucky could do was stare at you.

“FOUR…”

He hated that he ran away, that he lost his nerve.

“THREE…”

But here you were. 

“TWO…”

Because you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“ONE…”

And he was going to get his wish

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

People cheered, music blared, fireworks exploded. But neither of you noticed

Bucky took your face in his hands and brought your lips to his. It was the kiss you’d always dreamed of. The one you waited your entire life for. Your mom always said that when you found the right person, you’d know just by kissing them. And while you’d known Bucky was your person since you met him, this just confirmed it. 

Kissing him stole your breath- but gave you life at the same time. Was it possible that you’d been holding your breath your entire life, just waiting for this moment?

An intense warmth filled your every cell and lightning struck in your chest. You melted. He knew exactly what you wanted and gave it to you without hesitation. And just as you suspected, the fabric of his lapels felt incredible in your hands as you tried to pull him closer. But there was no ‘closer’. Any closer, and the two of you would become one.

Bucky could’ve died right then. If this was what awaited him over the past hundred years, he was glad he lived so long. You were worth it- all the pain and suffering and sadness. You were worth all of it. 

When you finally pulled away, no one spoke; you weren’t sure you remembered how to. And Bucky was too lost in the taste of your lips to conjure words. It didn’t matter that you were in a random hallway or that several hundred people were screaming Don’t Stop Believin’ just a few rooms away. This was private. Intimate. Just you and Bucky. As it always should’ve been.

“NEW YEARS SHOTS!” Nat yelled as she and Sam barreled into you, knocking you further into Bucky’s grasp. “We’re all doing shots! Happy fucking new year!”

You eyed Bucky, “Um… that’s okay, Nat. I think we’re just gonna-”

Nat put you in an arm bar and marched you toward the alcohol. “If you don’t do a New Year’s shot, it’s bad luck! You wanna end up dead at the bottom of a cliff or something?” She pushed you in the direction of the bar, separating you from Bucky.

Sam nudged Bucky with his shoulder and motioned for him to wipe your lipstick off his face. 

“Finally kissed her, huh?”

Bucky nodded.

“Can’t believe it took you that long- you’ve been making googly eyes at her forever-”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “alright, alright. I haven’t been ‘making googly eyes.’”

Sam gave a laugh that echoed down the hall, “yes you have, Barnes, stop lying to yourself. They pop out of your skull every time you look at her.”

Bucky gave Sam a very shiny middle finger.

The party wound down with you managing to get away with taking only one shot. Getting drunk didn’t seem like the best idea, not when a very important conversation with Bucky loomed on the horizon.

He stayed close to you for the remainder of the party, staring at you like you hung the moon. He craved the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin. Part of him feared that this was all a dream, that he’d wake up on the floor of his shitty apartment. Alone. Missing you. 

But no matter how many times he pinched himself, things remained the same. 

The DJ packed up and went home. Most of the partygoers flooded through the lobby and into taxis. Only the team remained. Tony, Nat, and Maria drank and laughed. Wanda taught Sam her “rave hands” as he often called them. And you rested on the couch, leaning against Bucky. 

“Hey… doll, you still with me?” he gave your hand a squeeze and roused you from your slumber. “You wanna just stay here tonight? Stark said there’s a bunch of empty rooms.”

You blinked your eyes clear and gave your head a shake. “What? No, I’m good. I’m fine. You forced a smile and struggled to get your eyes to focus, “Not even tired.”

Bucky laughed, “You were literally just asleep on my arm.”

“I was not,” you said. “I can hang!”

Bucky gave you an affectionate eyeroll and laughed at your protests. You absolutely could not ‘hang’, especially not with Tony, Nat, Sam, and Wanda. They were the partiers of the group. You, on the other hand, were a lightweight. 

“Well, I cannot hang,” Bucky yawned. He knew just how to get to you, “So I was just gonna sleep here. But, by all means, you stay up with the crazies. I’ll see you-”

“Oh, well in that case…” Spending the night with Bucky sounded like the perfect way to start the new year. “Yeah, I’ll just sleep here, too.”

A quiet laugh rumbled out of Bucky’s chest as he helped you from the couch. He wound an arm around you and pulled you into his side with a quiet “come on”. And the two of you took a stroll through the penthouse. Bucky ensured you didn’t fall when your heel caught the lip of a marble stair, and he kept you upright when exhaustion tried to pull you down. 

He made you feel safe. Taken care of. Protected. 

“Here we go,” Bucky flipped on the light of a lavish bedroom and motioned for you to enter first. 

You flopped on the bed with a loud sigh and allowed Bucky to help you free your feet from your uncomfortable shoes. Everything after was a blur, as though laying down for a split second turned your brain off completely. 

Bucky helped you under the covers and made sure you were cozy. He placed your phone on a charger. And when he was sure you were settled, he pressed a goodnight kiss to your forehead. While he wanted to climb in bed with you, he wasn’t sure it was right. Yes, he’d shared a bed with you a few times. But that was before he kissed you.

He decided that sleeping elsewhere was his best bet. It guaranteed that you’d feel safe and comfortable when you woke the next morning. But as he turned to leave, you hand exploded from beneath the sheets and snatched at his wrist.

“Where’reyougoin?” You words were clumsy and tired, but Bucky understood. 

He rested a hand on yours before gently removing it from his wrist. He tucked it back under the covers with the utmost care, and left another kiss on your forehead. “I was just- I was gonna find another room…”

This woke you. Suddenly, your eyes flew open. You were fully alert. Almost alarmed. You wanted Bucky by your side- always. And he’d already kissed you, what difference did sharing a bed make?

“Would you stay, Buck? Please?”

“Of course, doll. If that’s what you want”. He ran a hand through his hair, “But, are you sure? You’ve been drinking, and I-”

“I had a total of three drinks over the course of like…” you struggled to do the math in your foggy, tired brain. “Um, like, six hours. I’m not even near drunk. I’m just tired.” Once again, your hand escaped the covers and made a grab for Bucky’s arm. You gave his sleeve a gentle tug, “No pressure if you don’t wanna sleep in here with me. But if you want to, I’d be more than okay with that.”

Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat. This was all he wanted. While your kiss at midnight was, indeed, incredible, he didn’t crave moments like that. He wasn’t after the sensational. He wanted quiet, vulnerable intimacy with you. He wanted to hold you when you’d had a rough day. To share a bed with you every night. 

And at your invitation, he joined you.

He shed his jacket, tie, shoes, and belt, and climbed into bed. Normally, he slept in just underwear. But stripping down to his briefs felt like the wrong move. He’d sleep in his dress pants and his button down- no matter how uncomfortable it was- just to make sure you felt safe.

You wriggled in your dress and tried to get comfortable. It was tight in all the wrong places, the fabric itched. But you couldn’t shimmy out of your dress and sleep in just your underwear- not when you weren’t even sure how Bucky felt about you. He’d planned to sleep in another room, and it took him three tries to agree to kiss you. Maybe he didn’t like you that way. And if that were the case, keeping your clothes on was the least you could do.

“Goodnight, Barnes,” you yawned.

“Goodnight, Doll.”

“Yo, checkout in ten,” Tony called from the hallway. “Get up and get out.”

Bucky woke with a start, nearly headbutting you. Your face rested inches from his. His metal arm draped over your side. Your hands laid on his chest. 

He couldn’t wake you- not yet. He needed to drink in the moment. You slept peacefully, your hair messy and your make up smudged. This was what he’d always dreamed of, what he feared he’d never get. But here you were. And you were prefect. 

“Hey, sweetheart…” Bucky swept a thumb over your cheek a few times, “we gotta head out.”

Against your will, you stirred. It was too early, and you were far too tired. You snuggled closer to Bucky, nearly bringing your lips to his.

He ran a hand up and down your spine and tried again, “Doll, we gotta get up.”

With a groan, you pried your eyes open. But seeing Bucky first thing in the morning perked you up better than coffee.

 “Good morning, Barnes.”

“Good morning, doll…”

He wanted to kiss you- but a sudden epiphany hit him like a train. What if that kiss was a one-time thing? What if you just wanted him for New Years- nothing more? The thought pulled Bucky from your side. He shrunk away and slipped out of bed. If he was never going to kiss you again, he needed to escape the intimacy you shared. It was a method of protection, of self-preservation. Otherwise, he’d drown in his longing for you.

“Stark said we have to be out in ten minutes, so…”

It was odd, the way he snaked out of bed so quickly after you woke. No good morning kiss. No soft touches. Nothing. But apparently, there was a ticking clock. The two of you had ten minutes to get out of the luxurious penthouse and rejoin the real world. And though you would’ve preferred a nice, slow morning with Bucky, you had a time limit. 

You wriggled out of bed and took inventory or your appearance. Your dress was completely cockeyed and crooked from a night of sleep. Your hair was a mess. And your aching feet were covered in red spots and blisters. 

“Not to be that girl, but I’m not putting these things back on,” you said to Bucky, taking your shoes in your hand. “Walk of shame vibes for me today.”

Bucky gave you a quiet laugh as he righted his shirt and put on his belt. Something about him seemed off. He was quieter than usual, not as warm. Clearly, he regretted the kiss, and now he felt uncomfortable around you. You kicked yourself for jeopardizing what you had with him. Why did you have to be greedy? Why did you have to ask for more? Things were good as they were- great, even. And yet, you couldn’t resist screwing them up.

A dull ache pulsed behind your eyes. You were exhausted, hungry, and definitely dehydrated. You dug into your purse in search of advil, but a memento from the night before distracted you. You’d slipped it into your purse and forgotten all about it. Until now.

Bucky caught you smiling down at your bag, “What are you looking at?”

“Oh, um…” your cheeks grew warm with embarrassment. It was too late to come up with a lie- Bucky saw the smitten look on your face. “It’s just this. Here…” You reached over the bed and dropped a polaroid on the sheets in front of him. “Wanda took it last night.”

It was a picture of the two of you; Bucky staring at you with an adoring smile while you threw your head back in laughter. It was the perfect encapsulation of your relationship. Bucky wished he had a copy of his own. He’d take it home, put it in a frame. He wanted more- more photos with you. More moments like this.

He stared down at it, letting the frozen moment in time wash over him. And then- “Why did you kiss me?” It was abrupt. And awkward. Bucky regretted it the moment the words came out of his mouth. But he needed to know.

“What? Oh, did you not want me to?” Regret pooled in your chest. Had you violated him? Coerced him into kissing you when he didn’t want to? 

“No, I- I wanted you to.” Was he really going to do this now when you were both exhausted and still wearing the previous night’s clothes? His talent for finding terrible timing truly was impressive. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. A really long time.”

“Oh,” your stomach did a backflip. “Okay, well-”

“I just need to know why you kissed me,” Bucky said. His words picked up in pace, his hand developed a slight tremor. He was nervous, really nervous. “Did it mean something to you? Or was it just a New Year’s thing? If it was just because you wanted to kiss someone at midnight, I get it. And that’s totally fine. I just-”

“It wasn’t just a New Year’s thing.”

The two of you stared at each other from across the bed. But it felt like he was miles away. Slowly, you took a few steps in his direction. “I mean, yeah, I wanted to kiss you at midnight- but I mean, I wanna kiss you all the time.“

Bucky’s heart stopped.

“Buck, I’ve wanted you- wanted to be with you- ever since we met. I want to be yours. I want to kiss you- not just at midnight. Not just on New Years.” You took another cautious step, careful not to spook him. “I just didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You can’t scare me off."

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. "Oh. Well, good. Cause I think we're pretty fucking great together."

Bucky couldn't disagree. You brought out the best in each other. You cared for each other. Bucky trusted you more than he trusted anyone else, and you felt the same. The connection you shared couldn't be broken or damaged.

But Bucky couldn't escape the doubt that chipped away at his resolve. You'd spent a perfect night together and woke up tangled in each other's arms. Surely, you were just letting the previous night's festivities get to you. Influence you.

"You know, I think we should just talk about this another time- tomorrow maybe?" Bucky said. "We're both tired- and I don't want you to say anything you might regret-"

"No. I love you." Your words were steady. Even. No sign of uncertainty or question. "I know what I'm saying. I won't regret it-"

"Doll-"

Bucky didn't want to stop you; he'd dreamt of hearing you say these things since you met. But he needed you to take pause. He needed you to be sure. If you were still under the influence of the perfect night you shared, it would be easy to let those feelings cloud your judgement. He knew he couldn't handle it if, in a few days, you revoked everything you said.

"Buck, listen to me: I've known for a long time that I love you. But every time I try to tell you, something gets in the way. For a while, I thought it was the universe trying to tell me that we're not supposed to be together, but-"

"Fuck the universe."

Bucky closed the gap between your bodies and pressed his lips to yours. His hands grasped your waist, tangled in your hair. It was desperate and hungry and left you seeing stars.

He pulled away and stared at you. Watched you catch your breath. He kicked himself for trying to stop you, for doubting you.

“I didn’t mean to run from you last night," Bucky said. The words tumbled out of his mouth faster than he intended. "But, I panicked- I promised myself I'd ask you to be my date to the party and that we'd kiss at midnight. And I swore I'd finally tell you that I love you...”

Finally, he said the words. You breathed a sigh of relief and felt the knot in your stomach untangle itself. "You love me, huh?"

He nodded. "A lot. But I let the party get to me. I wasn't exactly comfortable with all the people and the noise and- I lost my nerve."

You took his face in your hands and brought his forehead to yours. "Hey, that's okay. I wasn't going down without a fight, anyway." You thought back on the night before, on the ridiculous way you'd run through the party in search of Bucky. "I chased after you like a madwoman. People probably thought I was a crazy stalker or something."

Bucky laughed and pulled you tight to his body, “well, thanks for looking crazy just for me, doll.”

"Any time, Buck. Happy New Year."

He pulled you in for another kiss, knowing that there would be many more to come this year. More sleepovers. More photos. More moments spent wrapped in one another.

"Happy New Year, baby"

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[breathlessmorro]

Hi, I love your destinyshipping content I discovered this ship thx to your content and I am obsessed with this ship now. Is it possible you could share some more of the au's and or headcanons you have for it?

Yoinks you into my hive mind

Happy to have you here!! Our little corner of the fandom may be small, but the Destiny is STRONG! And of course I've got tons of au's and head canons for these idiots! They own a fraction of my brain!

My au's for them; your generic, "Morro Returns During the Day of the Departed," AU, where he has to earn everyone's trust and slowly realizes that he is a good ninja, and he always was.

My, "Morro and Kai take over Skybound" AU, where Morro and Kai play the roles of Jay and Nya in Skybound respectively.

My Morro's Teas AU, which has Morro come back during the DoTD, but he works at Wu's Tea Shop instead of being a ninja.

My Samurai Morro AU, which is where Morro secretly teams up with Pixal and becomes Samurai X.

Then there's the SCP AU, which I... Haven't totally abandoned but also haven't spoken about in forever lol. Kai is a Security Guard turned Class-D, and Morro is an SCP that's basically a sentient gust of wind.

NOW ONTO THE HEADCANONS BABEY

Destinyshipping Headcanons part I lost track years ago and I'm not counting anymore.

Kai is the one to teach Morro Spinjitzu. Seriously, anyone else who tries just can't seem to help him get it down. Kai however? Instead of making Morro run the training course, he forces him to go through the motions during a sparring session. Morro eventually realizes the movements are the same, and spins himself right into Kai's arms on purpose on accident

They race on their elemental dragons all the time, but Kai never wins against him. After all, Morro is the master of Wind for fuck's sake, he was born to be in the sky. Kai doesn't mind losing to him though, because it's also the happiest he's ever seen Morro since he reached his true potential.

Speaking of - Kai was essential in helping Morro unlock his full powers. Even if he redeems himself, it takes ages for Morro to realize that he never needed to become the green ninja. It isn't until he hears Kai's story, how he realized he needed to protect the Green Ninja instead of becoming him, that he's able to accept it. After all, if Kai of all people could come to terms with being ordinary, surely he can as well.

Oh. My. God. The yelling these two do. Every day they're "arguing" over something new. Either Kai's breath smells, or Morro's hair is messy, or the room is a mess. These petty ass hoes fight about EVERYTHING! It's all harmless, but the main reason these two may end up moving into their own place is absolutely because of the yelling.

Kai's parents absolutely LOVE Morro! Maya is a little more wary at first, because she knows Morro's past and only wants what's best for her boy, but Ray is the most supportive thing in existence. He's happy that Kai has someone, and he welcomes Morro into the family with open arms.

Bonus: Garmadon teasingly called Kai his nephew once because of the relationship and Kai has since not been allowed to be alone in a room with him again for both of their safety.

#breathless speaks #morro ninjago #morro #kai smith #kai ninjago #destinyshipping #windflame #destinyshipping ninjago #firestorm ninjago

[gemini-sensei]

Uhh I can't remember the exact post and now I'm mad, but you talking about Lawrence!Reader has me thinking about the post where Hawk and Miguel think Robby is dating a new girl and their pissed, but really it's just his sister.

I think we need to make a comeback post for that~😈

Sensei-Venus💕✨

@sensei-venus I don't even know where that is but yes. I remember bits of it and it was something like Hawk and Miguel thought he was trying to cheat, and that's why they were pissed. But still yes, need more of that. (Unedited thought dump)

Like, they see Robby with this girl all the freaking time and at first it's like, "oh cool, he's got a girlfriend," but slowly it becomes weirder as they realize Robby is also trying to get with Sam... 👀

And it seems like every time they see Robby with this girl, something happens. They're hugging or she's playing with his hair or he's giving her his jacket because of course she left her own at home.

But to Robby and Reader, that's just their sibling dynamic. She's a hugging type of person and Robby craves a lot of nurturing attention likebthat. She loves ruffling his hair and messing it up because he makes it all too easy for her to do. When he gives her his jacket, he's just looking out for her well being as a good older brother would.

However, Miguel and Hawk are sure that those two are dating and they don't know what to do. Hawk wants to, naturally, beat him up. Because even though he was acting all tough and said he wanted a "full rotation" of girls, Hawk is huge on loyalty and such a thing would never actually happen. So to see Robby, this supposed goof guy, two timing someone who looks so sweet and happy, upsets Hawk. He wants to tell her the truth.

Miguel wants to tell Sam. He wants her to see Robby isn't that great of a guy. Maybe that'll push her back into her arms if he's honest with her about what he's been seeing and learning about one Robby Keene.

Omg imagine Sam has met Reader though and they're fast friends. She knows Reader is Robbys sister so of course she knows there nothing to worry about...

But one day at the mall, Hawk sees Reader and decides to approach her. He starts with a seemingly casual introduction and as soon as he learns her name, he cuts to the point.

"Look, I'm just gonna come out and say it. That guy you've been seeing is a total asshole. He's trying to date some other girl out in Encino."

Reader looks at him confused and asks, "what guy? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about two timing Robby Keene."

"You did not just say that..."

"I did. I'm sorry to break it to you, but I just thought you deserved to know. A pretty girl like yourself-"

"He's my brother, you mohawkwd idiot!"

Whatever sweet demeanor she had before is gone and replaced with a rough and tough look of anger. For a moment, Hawk feels like he's seen that look before, and as the pieces fall into place - brother, that look, her quickness to anger - he realizes he's talking to Sensei's daughter.

"Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you just spend time spying on girls or something? What the fuck would make you think I was dating my own brother? Who even are you?"

She's mad. She's so fucking mad and Hawk doesn't know how to fix this. He just kind of stands there, frozen as she berates and badgers him for the mistake. She calls him a creep before telling him to watch himself because she knows karate-

"And if I ever catch you watching me again, I'll kick your ass so hard, you'll need more than a prayer to fix the damage."

She walks away in a huff and Hawk watches her go, red faced with a burning fire in his heart. He's never been so turned on in his whole life, but doesn't doubt the part about kicking his ass. Peek scared but horny.

Miguel gets a text that just reads: HOLY SHIT WERE IDIOTS THEYRE SIBLINGS!!!

And doesn't know what that references until he meets up with Hawk later, who recounts the incident to him.

Side note, but I totally see Reader and Robby has half siblings. They just don't care about the "half" part. Like, Reader lived with her mom primarily but forced Johnny to spend time with their daughter and that's why they're closer than Robby and Johnny are l, but it was never every weekend or something like that. It also put Robby in some awkward positions growing up and at one point he was jealous of her relationship with their dad, but then they started hanging out away from Johnny and that really made their bond stronger. Reader's mom and Shannon are cool and joke to each other all the time that the only good thing Johnny did for them was give them great kids (Shannon never struck me as the type to get petty about any other women in the lives of the guys she slept with. She's more the type to be friends with the other woman and take the guy down, imo at least lol). I don't know. This is just the lil backstop my brain came up with 😅

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[azxremoon]

Omg someone who writes for brother Nier! I'm so happy I could cry-

Would it be possible to ask for hurt/comfort (heaaavy on the comfort) headcanons for Nier where the reader is his soulmate and just really thinks that they don't deserve him? Maybe it's a modern au, yet they know how kind and caring he is from a distance (and has a massive crush on him) but freaks when he's their soulmate since they think he should have better.

Sorry if this was too much I got carried away and VERY excited lol. I love nier (the series and the man) very very much.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 || 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

pairing : nier x gender-neutral reader

themes : slight angst, lots of fluff, brief reference to grimoire nier, kainé’s explicit language, modern / soulmate au.

ELLUKA’S NOTES : i’m sorry this took so long, nonnie!! T^T this kind of strayed from the original ask, but i hope you can forgive me! and please, share your excitement! i want to hear all about it!!!

SOULMATE NIER who is dumbfounded when you confide in him about your insecurities. He just stares for what feels like a billion years for both of you, letting the words process and dawn on him until his expression shifts into palpable disbelief. You think you’re undeserving? Of him? Did he hear that right? There’s no way he did. All this time he’s convinced himself that it’s the other way around—that you’re too good for him! Everything about you is so amazing and wonderful, so out of his league, that he can’t wrap his head around the truth at first. A part of him doesn’t believe it and it takes an embarrassing amount of time before what this means sinks in and he’s like, “Oh. OH.”

Kainé and Weiss, for as much as they bicker and nag at one another, look simultaneously relieved when he shares his realization. The former looks him in the eyes and calls him a dense fucking idiot for not thinking highly of himself or picking up on this sooner; though he doesn’t say it outright, the expression on his bookworm friends’ face (past the obvious disgust for her unnecessarily crude language) screams the same thing. Nier doesn’t know whether to laugh or be embarrassed and is still trying to figure it out.

SOULMATE NIER who listens to everything you confess to him as if you two are the only ones who exist. He’s not bad with his words, but he shines brightest through his actions. He squeezes your hand every now and again, and rubs a calloused thumb over your knuckles so very softly. He hums and bobs his head, but he doesn’t interrupt and takes in everything you say, even when his tongue wants to disagree and sing your praises. He’s happy to find somewhere private for you two to speak, to make time in his schedule because this is as important to him as you are. Never apologize for anything—for wasting his time, bothering him, dumping your problems onto him, none of that. He’s here because he wants to be and wants to help in whatever way he can, and that never changes.

SOULMATE NIER who introduces you to Yonah one day. To say that she’s thrilled to meet someone new doesn’t even come close to giving her excitement justice, and she’s close to vibrating in her bed when she’s told you’re his soulmate. It’s just like a fairytale! She makes you swear with the most adorable big, round puppy eyes you’ve ever seen to keep her big brother out of trouble. She cheerfully promises to make you her homemade stew, much to Nier’s increasing horror, and hopes you visit very soon. There’s so much to talk about, after all, and she wants to know everything about you. As much as he dreads how overcooked the venison is or the amount of salt that can’t be safe for human consumption, he can’t help but smile seeing his two favorite people getting along.

SOULMATE NIER who is always touching his soulmate mark. Whether it’s subconsciously or when he’s seeking comfort in times of distress, his hand always finds its way to it. If it’s a tattoo or something otherwise imbedded into his skin, he’s brushing a finger over it and mumbling the name or phrase written upon him. Even if the writing is messy or scribbles, it’s as though he can read it as effortlessly as his own penmanship. He wonders if you can feel it, feel the gentle and mindless caresses despite the distance between you two. Maybe it’s just him overthinking things, making something out of nothing, but sometimes a jolt passes up his body when phantom fingers brush and linger against the mark binding your souls together.

SOULMATE NIER who is always twirling his red string of fate around his fingers. That, too, is subconscious, but it’s become a means of self-comfort. Sometimes it’s a lot more grounding to have it be on the physical side, even if it’s invisible to all eyes but his own. No matter what the form your mark takes, no matter what shape it’s drawn out to be or what the scribble may say, it’s a constant reminder that there is someone out there meant for him as he is for them. And that person turns out to be you and there aren’t enough words to express how amazing that is. Whether he’s deserving is its own can of worm, but the sentiment is welcome.

SOULMATE NIER who’s nervous about starting something serious after stepping out of the honeymoon phase, about being overly physical and affectionate in public. When he says it’s not you, he means it. You’re his soulmate and the feelings he has are genuine, if not overwhelming at times. He has past experiences he’s still working on coping with and it’s not a light conversation by any means, but it’s one he eventually confides in you about. He hasn’t even told Yonah this, not that he would ever, but the words are difficult to spit out when he’s repressed them for so long.

SOULMATE NIER who just seems to know that something’s wrong without saying a word. It’s as though your hearts resonate as one and the longer your remain distressed, the more those feelings intensify within him as if they’re his own. Perhaps it has to do with your bond, or he simply knows you well enough to decipher the little inflections and hints towards things turning sour. He will weasel his way out of it to make sure you can take some time to yourself to focus and calm down, even if it means giving up subtlety and pleasantries. Nier who, even when separated by distance, sends a text checking in on you and offering to call if you need someone to listen after a strange, inexplicable churning in his gut.

SOULMATE NIER who sends you messages throughout the day at random and whenever he has the chance. I’m so proud of you. You’re enough. I love you. I don’t deserve you. Thank you for being mine. They’re a lot more smooth and confident than they are when he speaks. He stammers and flushes as if he’s a schoolboy all over again, and can’t look you in the eye when he says that unless he’s dead serious. Regardless, each word is the genuine article and he means each and every word that falls from his lips. Sometimes he has no reason for sending them other than by a whim, others because he knows you’re not doing well and hopes the reminder will lift your spirits.

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#❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 #nier x reader #nier replicant x reader #brother nier x reader #nier #brother nier #nier replicant #fluff #soulmate au #modern au #gender neutral reader

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MDNI 18 + CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18 + MDNI

Can I just say, fuck this piece of writing. It took me too long. I wrote and then deleted paragraph after paragraph. I love Gojo. But I think he & I might need some time apart.

Also, NOTHING about this bastard of a story turned out like I said it would. That being said, I'm sorry people... please don't lose faith in me 😆. I'm trying!

@gingerspicelattemix @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @mydarlingdahlia @vampcubus

In Stitches

You were his favorite seamstress. And it was no secret. Once, when you were out, the store owner told the man that his husband could stitch up the thrashed garment. "Sir, I assure you, my husband is the finest in his entire family. 6 generations of tailors, and he is the best yet." The tall man laughed a short but hearty chuckle, "First, 'sir' sucks. You know my name is Gojo. I'm in here all the time. Secondly, I don't give a shit if your husband makes the Lord Baby Jesus robes. I only want y/n to work on my uniforms. Yeah? When will she be back?" The owner knew this man was quite taken with you, but now he could see this for what it really was. "Y/n," the owner cleared his throat." Y/n will be back in 3 minutes. She's on her lunch break."

●Exactly 3 minutes later, because you were timely if you were anything, you tapped the owner on his shoulder and smiled sweetly, "I'm back now. Thank you."

●You recognized the man's voice as you clocked back in. Of course, you did. You always prayed to the old gods and the new that he'd have some terrible clothing mishap and fall at your feet, grabbing at the fullest part of your ass, burying his face where your thighs meet, begging for you to sew him back together. *His clothes back together. You had to correct yourself a lot.

● His bright eyes bore down on you, shrouded behind dark glasses. He was watching you before you realized it. Finally, you were able to raise your eyes to meet his. As you picked through the shreds of cloth, you breathed in his cologne. What you wouldn't give to press your face to his bare chest.

● You looked out the wide storefront window, sighing heavily. "Fuck. I bet it's soft. Soft and hard. And warm," you said in a whisper. Gojo looked at you and smiled. "What was that, sweetheart?"

● "OH! I, I, I was just, uhm. H-how did your clothes get so torn this time?" You asked with the confidence of a scared church mouse. He bent over and placed his elbow on the counter, and put his chin in the palm of his hand. He flashed you a cheeky smile. One look from him, and that's all it takes to turn you to mush as you're waiting to hear the backstory. "Or should I ask who got on your bad side?" You want to get on his bad side.

● His sudden laugh shook you from your hallucinations about what his chest would feel like against your cheek. Ok, really, it was your mouth. Your *tongue* and your mouth. You jumped back a little. "Oh, oh shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you ..." He shifted his eyes to the pile of clothes your hands rested on, "Well, I just ... I gotta go. Fight someone ... or ... something."

"Why did I jump like that! Now he thinks I'm this jumpy idiot," you thought , scolding yourself.

● He put his large hand over yours and leaned over the counter close to your face. "KISS ME. MARRY ME. FUCK ME." You thought. Damn it, you're blushing. "Have a great day, sweetheart. I'll be back in a few days to pick these up. Unless I happen to run into you sooner?" He squeezed your hand, and the doorbell rang and brought you back to this stupid reality from the one where his hand was touching yours. Just in time to see that he'd already disappeared into the world.

● It was 5:58 pm. and time to close the shop. You could wait until 6:00 exactly. But you were in a hurry to get home, lock yourself up, close the shades, and plow through the clothes that he brought you. You could afford a discrepancy or two. Or three.

● Driving into the rainy night headed for home you hit a red light right off the bat. And usually, you hate them. All they do is hold you up. But, the bag. Gojo's bag. The bag of his clothes sitting in the passenger seat keeps calling to you. Pleading its case to be picked up and stuffed against your body. It wants you to sniff at it. You reached your hand over to open it up but a car honked behind you. Once again, bringing you back around to this side of reality. "Bahhh! Fuck. Sor-sorry!" You wave, "Im goin', I'm goin'. Jesus."

● You got home around 6:15. Parked in your spot and made a run for it. The rain was coming down so hard. Sliding your key into the doorknob and letting yourself inside, you drop everything you're carrying but the bag of clothes. "Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?" You poured yourself a glass of peach moscato, grabbed the bottle, the bag, and set to work in your sewing area in the spare bedroom.

● "Shirt. Ok. Let's, let's get this ... Oh my god." You sank down in your chair, feeling 10 times more drunk from the smell. His scent was emanating from the bag. It was so strong that you wondered if he purposely sprayed extra cologne on the uniform before bringing it in to you.

● His scent hit you like a fucking semi and he weighed heavily on your mind. You considered going back to work to look through the old receipts for his phone number to lure him to you like one of those crocodiles that hides just under the surface of the water and waits for their prey to start drinking. Then they snap their jaws around the unsuspecting creatures neck. You wanted to snap your mouth around Gojo's cock. Gently, of course.

● You realized you'd probably be better off staying home. You finished his shirt, the last of the bottle, and took another hefty whiff. "Iiii-ahhh ... I want to shower. You're coming with me, though," You said to the shirt. Surely, you could just hang it over the door and smell it without getting it wet.

● In your bedroom, you slipped out of your clothes. On your way to the shower, you stopped in front of your full-length mirror and looked at yourself. "Something ... missing." You slipped Gojo's shirt over your arms and pulled it, as closed as it would go, around your tits. The fabric was softer than it looked. "Oh OH HI. I'm Gojo and I'll be your fuck toy for the night." Shaking your head you continued to check yourself out.

● It was a little snug on you, but still cute. It hung just above the round curve on the bottom of your ass. The sleeves were floppy on your shorter arms. "Fuck. I wish he was here." You felt the slick gather between your legs as you walked to the shower. Your desire for him was becoming bothersome.

● Before you started the shower water, you went to make sure your door was locked. You were in such a hurry to get inside and start pawing through his clothes that you didn't pay much attention. Halfway to the door, there was a quiet knock. You stopped in your tracks. "Who the fuck?" You whispered. "What, what time is it?" A glance at the clock. It was 1:28 a.m. and everyone you know doesn't come by your place unannounced because they know it pisses you off to have drop-in visitors.

● Another series of knocks. "Y/n?" The familiar voice whispered up against the heavy door. GOJO. "It's, it's Goj– Satoru Gojo. Are you awake? You, you remember me from–" You were awake, a little drunk, very horny for the white-haired man on the other side of your door, and a lot naked, save for his shirt. You could've changed into a robe. But the wine gave you false confidence. So, you decided to do the only thing there was to do; you were going to open the door.

● How many times have you prayed for this. Begged any God or anything, really, to grant you this one fucking wish. You took a breath for courage and walked toward the door.

● "Gojo? What are you doing here?" You hung your head laughing at this person you've become. You heard him laughing, too. "Fantastic." You said quietly. "Can I help you with something?"

● "Yes, yeah, you can. I was going home, and I tore my favorite pair of pants on a fence when I was running from a vicious dog. And then I climbed it, and boom. Torn. I was hoping you could repair them? They're my favorite pair. Did you hear that ‐"

● You opened the door. His lurid eyes peeked over the top of his dark sunglasses and burned into you. "That part." He finished his sentence. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Is that my shirt you're wearing?" You blushed and opened your mouth to say something. "No need to talk, doll. You told me everything I needed to know." Just seeing you in his uniform got him halfway hard. "I wasn't going to explain myself. I was going to ask why you had to climb a fence to outrun a vicious dog." You looked at him suspiciously and he just smirked.

● "Can I come in thanks." He stepped around you and into your apartment and looked around. "Would you mind telling me why this couldn't wait until Monday? Y'know. When I was at work?" He began undoing his belt. "Whoa there ... what the hell are you doing?" You asked almost breathlessly. You both knew you wanted him to continue to take his pants off. He just smiled at you and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his them. Stepping out of them, he bunched them up into his large hand and tossed them to you. "Here."

● "Yep. Got it. I'll fix 'em right up. Tomorrow. "You said more loudly than you had intended. "Goodnight, Satoru Go–" You had the resolve of a goldfish when you were trying to uproot the words to ask him to leave. But you didn't want him to go. "No, no, no, sweetheart. I think ... yes. I want you to put them on." Gojo gestured to the pants twisted around in your fingers.

● "Sorry, you what? You want me to put your pants on? Am I understanding this correctly?" He looked at you like he couldn't understand why it was such a hard pill to swallow. "Yes, y/n. Put. The. Pants. On." You shook them out in front of you to have a look at the legs. They smelled exactly like his shirt you had, only better because they were still warm from his body. "These won't fit me. This isn't that traveling pants movie where the girl with the biggest ass of her friends group miraculously squeezed into them." You laughed way too hard at your comparison.

● He cocked his head and you stopped giggling at yourself. "Wha– traveling pants? What the fuck are you talking about? My pants are homebodies. Just put the damn things on, y/n." You sat down on the arm of your couch to help balance you, laughing at the fact he called his pants homebodies. "Ok, ok." You were still a little tipsy.

●Slipping the pants over your left foot first, he watched you push it out of the leg opening. "Next foot." You stuck your right leg through and steadied your feet on the floor to pull them up to your waist.

● He smiled at you in his clothing. Your arms and legs drowning in the sea of cloth. The thread holding the buttons over your chest forced to give a little. The waist of the pants is not big enough to cover your curves. But you looked so sexy to him struggling like this. Only Gojo would think you struggling like this was sexy.

● "See? I told you. My fat ass wont fit–" Gojo was at you in a split second and stuck his hands into the shirt on either side of your hips, burying his face in your neck. He took a slow, deep breath and melted into your warm skin. He shuddered as he pulled his face around to rub his nose to yours. "Your fat ass is fucking sexy." His eyes are more blue right now than you've ever seen them. You pulled your face back to look at him. He was so fucking beautiful.

● He held your chin in his hand and brought his lips down to yours. Kissing him back rendered you void of all oxygen as you breathed into his grasp. His kiss was deep and overwhelming. Just like you'd always imagined it would be. He hung over you as you fought to keep your knees from buckling under you. Even though the couch was right there, you wanted to stay exactly where you were, pressed to him. As close as two semi clothed people could get.

● For a moment you forgot you were donning his uniform and that he was in a shirt and his boxer briefs. "You taste like the rain." He said, licking his lips and taking a small step back.

● You stood there with one hand on your hip and the other one holding the shirt together. Though you didn't know why you bothered. If he wanted to see your tits, he would see your tits.

● He stared back at you, looking you up and down in his ridiculously long yet narrow clothing. You notice how his cock is stretching out his boxer briefs. Precum beginning to leave a darkened, wet spot.

● Gojo followed your gaze down at the bulge. "This? You want this? Well, all y'gotta do is ask, sweetheart." He pulled the waistband down to the base of his cock and then started palming himself through the slightly stained fabric.

● Gojo saunteted over to you and reached ran his hand down the side of your face, looking at you so, so sweetly. A moment later he stuck his middle and fourth finger in your mouth. How that didn't catch you off guard and how it felt so natural, you'll never understand. You instinctively knew to start sucking on them. "Good girl," he purred your praises in a deep voice while his other hand came up to pull the bunched fabric of his shirt from your clutches.

● "You. Dirty. Little. Freak. I mean, I could smell it on you from the other side of the state. But damn. I'm, I'm impressed, y/n. Were you going to fuck yourself while you wore this?" He flicked your protruding nipple and then pulled the shirt open to kiss it. "Or were you going to lay it over a pillow and rub your wet little cunt all over it and then give it back to me so I could smell you deep in these threads?"

● You tried to talk around his fingers over your tongue. "Mmmughnn ... ughhh!" He laughed and pushed his fingers back, his other hand now cupping your pussy. He pushed you backward to the couch cushion. "Sit. Leave the shirt and pants on." You turned into your spot, purposely brushing your ass in his face.

● He let out a low rumble of a sound as he grabbed your hips to hold you there, pussy up. "Don't play games you don't know the rules to, sweetheart." His hand came down hard just before he nipped and kissed at the covered flesh. You settled back down on the brushed sued couch cover. "Open your legs." You did as you were told and lay there against the plush surface. Still a little sore from the mild reprimand.

● The same two fingers he had in your mouth made a wet trail from your lips to the hole in the inseam of his pants. You shuttered at how easy it was for him to govern your actions. How easily you gave into him. You wanted to be his good girl.

● He pushed the waistband aside and licked circles across your hips, nosing at your thighs and hovering over your wetness, breathing it in. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. You felt every layer of your skin start to heat up. It was no wonder, though. You felt like you were going to combust under his touch.

● You're almost whimpering and all this asshole has done is gag you, and cup your pussy. Once.

● He grabbed both sides of where the zipper was sewn into his pants and ripped them from your body. He pulled them down to your ankles and he slammed his face into your cunt. "Oh!!" You cried out. His mouth kissed around your rosy folds as his finger explored the edges of your hole. He turned his wrist and slid his finger into your warm, sticky walls. Rubbing your clit with his palm and his fingertip inside making the "come here" motion until you started to shift around him. How were you this wet already, you thought. "I feel you tightening up at my finger. So desperate for some part of me to fuck into you. You don't care if it's my hand."

● "Yes. Go‐ God. Fuck me with your hand, Gojo." He tutted at how cheaply you retailed yourself for his touch. "You don't care if it's myyy ...." He positioned his lips to encircle your clit as he still teased his finger just outside of you. "MMMMM" he lifted his face from you to finish saying the word. "My mmmouth."

● Your legs instinctually tried to slam closed at the sudden hard vibrations of his words on this sensitive bundle of nerves. But Gojo wouldn't allow it. For months, your fuck me energy flowed to him. He knew what you wanted. He knew when your hormones were heightened. When your body was at its apex of arousal. When you fucked yourself on your lunch break and came back to work to show him how you repaired his clothes with the same hand that, possibly moments before, was frantically rubbing at your cunt. He liked it. He craved it.

● Gojo dragged his open mouth over your abdomen to your chest and took your breasts, sucking and tonguing your nipple. Switching from one to the other when he was satisfied with the marks he'd left on your soft skin.

● He let his arms rest on either side of your legs and rubbed the fullest part of your thighs. It would look rough to any outsider, what he was doing. But there was more pressure than hurt in his approach.

● Your eyes went straight back into your skull. His touch felt better than you could ever fathom. "You have goosebumps." He said, so quietly. For a moment, you forgot where you were. "My fucking god." You whispered shakily as your body twitched. Your hips raise off of the couch without realizing it.

● He shifted down so his face was flush with your drenched cunt and he sunk his hands between your ass and the couch. Pulling you to the edge so he had complete access to you. "Mmhm. Just like I imagined it'd be. So fucking hot, sweetheart."

● His ripped his pants the rest of the way from your ankles and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He sunk two fingers into you. He said in a hushed tone. "Oh, jackpot, baby." Gojo slipped them in and out of you until he felt you begin to clench around him. Your hips rocked down to make up for the distance there was between you and his long fingers. You were doing everything to try and get him to increase the friction and depth. Making just slightly audible noises. Your wine buzz an afterthought by now. You were drunk on him. But you had a feeling you were still going to get loud.

● He was too careful not to administer any direct contact with the most needy part of you. "Gojo please! Pleasepleaseplease. You gotta do something. Anything!"

● "You think you deserve that? Now?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated as he continued to delay your gratification.

● He paused, feigning consideration thoughtfully, and he stood to remove the last of his remaining clothes. You sunk back, hoping your frustration wouldn't backpedal what little progress you've made with him.

● He sat next to you and reached over, filling his hands with the collar of his shirt. "Up." He shifted you from the sunken in space and sat you on top of him. He tore the shirt down from your shoulders and wrapped it around your waist.

● "Ooh!" You said in surprise. He moved so quickly now, comparatively. You began to roll your hips. The noises escaping from between your bodies were delicious. Spurring you on. You were so wet now. It was mixing with his own juices. It was so easy to let him make you feel good.

● His thick cock fit perfectly between your folds. You were stuck somewhere between heaven and hell. There was no way you could loosen his grip on you to raise yourself up somehow and bury him inside of you.

● You picked up your movements on him, essentially, giving him a hand-job with your pussy. "Ahh sweetheart. Careful ..." It was working. You only needed to move up his body a little more and "OH fffuh!" You got him to slide right into you.

● "Fffuck." He was inside of you and he seemed caught off guard as you tucked him away. You leaned away from him, arching your back and putting your hands behind you on his knees and you bounced so hard on him your tits slapped against your skin.

● "Swee– sweethar-tuh. Oh, God." Gojo snaked his arms around your waist to hold you while he slammed back into you with equal force."

● You pressed your chest into his face. He bit at your jumping flesh and lavished you with his tongue to ease the sharpness of his teeth against you.

● "Ok, ok, doll. That's e‐, that's, fuck ..." You leaned fully over him and grabbed the back of the couch to support your efforts. "You, you wan'ta keep driving us both crazy and go down on me all night?" He considered it but switched places with you instead.

● He spun you over so you were on your back against the seat. "No." He admitted, his cock sliding into you at such a fast pace your head was slamming into the armrest. "No, I'm going to fuck you now."

● He focused as he went balls deep into you, watching closely to see how you swallowed him up with every thrust.

● "Such, ah, such a sweet pussy, sweet-hah-heart." You had been driven half mad by him. And finally, finally, you were where you'd imagined being for so long; under him. Tangled around him.

● Your insides were on fire as he drove into your covetous cunt. You felt that familiar tension building, like you had so many times before when Gojo was just a figment of your imagination. His weight on you was marvelous. It erased the emptiness you'd feel when you would open your eyes to see he wasn't there. No matter how hard you worked to convince yourself it was real. That he was real.

● "Y‐ya feel s'fuckin' good, Gojo. Fuck ..." He leaned over to kiss your contorted mouth. You were going to cum. Your insides tightened up all at once and you wrapped your body around him.

● "Fffuck Gojo! Oh my god – ah!" He watched you come apart like you were a long-lost friend. Your body undulating beneath him was so pretty to him. You were a mess. A hot mess and he was here for it.

● He felt your legs slacken as you rode out the euphoric high. The most miniscule drops of saliva hanging onto the corners of your lips.

● You felt like a little doll beneath him now. Laying there almost innocently. Tears running down either side of your face. Sweat at your relaxed brow. So cute, he thought.

● His pace quickened and your eyes opened wide as he felt his impending release tear at his willpower. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'm g'na cum. Where do you want – tchh, ah – where should I – aw, fuck."

● He was too slow. He came a white shower inside of your warmth. "I," he wiped his brow. "Well, I'm sure you know." He laughed and kissed you.

"Gojo, I want to ask you something."

"Ok, what?"

"Did you really come over here in the middle of the rainy night to ask me to fix your pants?"

"I, uh, no. I fucking hate those pants. I just wanted to wear you.

#jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk satoru gojo #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satorou #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut

[lazaruspiss]

Do you have headcanons? I didn't think I would like Sladicktalia that much

i think about them forever and ever and ever. theyre iconic and powerful and i love them. thank u for inviting me to rant about them.

one unavoidable part of it is that it Will make Bruce angry. and like, real emo. he's being cucked in several directions and no one even cares about how sad that makes him. ideally Dick has gone "ok ive had enough of this guy" and pursues what he wants without worrying about what Bruce will think, but you could also do the whole song and dance of "oh i love them... but what will Papa think??"

oh oh!! my self indulgent canon divergence!! so Talia trying to bring Damian back to the league after she sent him to Bruce in the first place makes Absolutely No Sense to me so I've decided to ignore it. that said i like to imagine her dropping by during the D&d Batman & Robin days.

i actually have a random prompt in my drafts about Talia visiting Dick and him assuming she's here for Bruce and/or Damian related reasons only for her to be like. we're having dinner together. do you want to go with the Fancy Reservations place or just grab something normal people eat. i like them.

also. Talia and Slade have canonically had casual sex. i think they should be on again off again fuck buddies who gradually start going out to nice places before fuckin nasty and keep going down that route of increasing romance/domestic-ness until they've accidentally bought a house together.

the three of them end up w a cat at some point. don't ask me why, it's just the vision. sexy times occasionally interrupted by cat screams bc it needs attention.

Slade and Dick should be the last to realize they like each other. so that Talia can swirl a glass of wine and go "hehe. cute idiots." and also bc those two are actually emotionally incompetent. like yeah Talia isn't that well adjusted either but she at least knows what she wants unlike those two.

god, between Slade and Talia, Dick is truly living the bottom bisexual dream. that's not a headcanon that's just a general observation.

their "honeymoon" would be a world tour. travel everywhere see everything and only have a few near deadly altercations. Bruce calling Dick while Dick's chilled out in a jacuzzi and Dick telling him to not call him for anything short of someone dying or the world ending bc he has a beautiful wife and husband to go spend his time with.

Jason could be lowkey jealous. but it's ok if he's good he gets to visit. guest member of the polycule. Dick's good baby boy. sorry I'm getting sidetracked, im still a jaydick hoe it seems.

I could go on forever. it's an actual crime that i havent written or drawn them before, like wtf.

anyways i need them to all to share a house or penthouse or smth.

#asks #anon #sladicktalia

[xrosegorex]

NRC listening to Mitski

I didn't mean for it to be this long and I apologize

Riddle:

• didn't like her at first. said she was overrated. a decision that would later bite him in the ass

• after a particularly rough day, he was sitting on his bed around midnight listening to a random spotify playlist trying not to cry

• i want you came on and he just fucking broke lmao

• trey had to knock on his door like 🗿 "you good???"

• now listens to her regularly

• avoids i want you at all costs because it reminds him of that night and he gets embarrassed smh 🙄

Trey:

• this man bakes

• this man wears glasses and a silly little hat

• this man probably has stinky feet

• he listens to whatever the fuck christian moms listen to

• anyways i'm done shitting on trey

• i don't see him enjoying mitski on an emotional level. probably just likes the beat of the songs. does a little dance in the kitchen listening to the only heartbreaker while stirring cake batter 😒

• he just doesn't fucking get it

Cater:

• probably only knows her from tiktok lmaooo

• "mitski? oh, you mean that washing machine girl?"

• what the fuck

• got in a fight in the tiktok comment section about being a fake fan

• proceeded to listen to all of her albums out of spite

Ace:

• pretends he doesn't listen to her but in reality she's 90% of his spotify wrapped

• he won't admit it

• it was a secret until deuce walked in on him dancing to should've been me 💀

Deuce:

• the first song he heard was old friend

• couldn't relate to trying to reconnect with an ex but he heard the pain in her voice and was like "this is emotion!!"

• bro ✨bonds✨ with ace over mitski (they're dating they're just idiots and don't realize it)

• except deuce is the one that cares about the deep lyrics and stories behind them

• favorite song is my body's made of crushed little stars

Leona:

• he likes some of her songs but doesn't know it's her specifically???

• like just "oh i know that song" and that's it

• doesn't pay attention to the lyrics and just falls asleep to the quieter ones

• but once he did pay attention to the lyrics he was like "oh..."

• ma'am what did you mean by "i always wanted to die clean and pretty but i'd be too busy on working days"

Ruggie:

• yes

• definitely

• absolutely

• the lyrics. the stories. the delivery. the instruments.

• he loves it all

• working for the knife is about being trapped in the cruel music industry. though ruggie is absolutely not in the music industry, he can relate to being stuck in a cruel world that's working him to death

Jack:

• probably doesn't listen to music at all

• not even when he's working out

• can he even wear headphones or earbuds??? with those ears???? would the headphones be uncomfy and squish the soft ear tissue??? would the earbuds fall in and get lost in the floof???

• either way, mitski isn't going in there 😭

Azul:

• isn't azul's whole thing literally "retired from sad, new career in business"???

• knows all her songs and goes to all her concerts

• screams with her at the end of drunk walk home

• cries like a fucking baby during the loud part of carry me out

• bro keep it up and you're gonna overblot again 😐

• plays mitski on the speakers in the mostro lounge

• people are getting tired of it

• he's losing customers

• jade might quit

Jade:

• actually started to hate her because of how often azul played her songs 💀

• "if i have to hear nobody one more time i'm leaving"

• no jade doesn't give a shit if the songs are good. no jade doesn't give a shit if the lyrics have a deeper meaning. he's sick and tired of it

• maybe if azul didn't have mitski on repeat at the lounge jade would've had a more positive opinion on her 🙄

Floyd:

• floyd does not need the rollercoaster of emotions that come with mitski

• he's already unstable enough as it is 💀

• good thing he doesn't pay attention to the lounge speakers

• pretends he likes her to annoy jade but in reality he has never actually paid attention to a single song

Kalim:

• loves her

• has met her at one of her concerts

• she's so sweet too!!

• his favorite album is laurel hell mostly because a majority of the songs are danceable 💀

• insists on trying to play her songs during the music club meetings

• some of the songs are sexual??

• "oh good for her"

• smh

Jamil:

• only knows her because he went to the concert with kalim

• otherwise he wouldn't know mitski even existed 💀

• but he does like her

• has his own choreography for geyser

• he loves that mitski's choreography is pretty meaningful in and if itself

• he doesn't really have the time to sit down and read the lyrics

• so he'd be listening to her while cooking or something and he'd be caught off guard by some of the lyrics 😭

• "so he laid me down and i felt happy come inside of me" huh???

Epel:

• i feel like he'd be more into like mcr, evanescence, ptv, etc

• either that or country music 💀

• he doesn't listen to mitski

• can you imagine epel sitting in a tractor

• "chugabeer chugabeer chugabeer hopped in my truck and i hit a deer"

• poor epel

Rook:

• listen

• this man writes poetry

• of course he could appreciate the beauty of mitski

• analyzes everything

• "this verse states, 'my body's made of crushed little stars and I'm not doing anything.' this refers to the scientific belief that almost every element in the human body was once stardust, and mitski feels useless because she thinks her existence means nothing if she isn't living up to the expectations of the stars."

• bro calm down

• probably has notebooks filled with his favorite lyrics

Vil:

• heard neige listening to mitski and swore to never listen to her out of spite

• unfortunately that cannot happen with rook adding her to vil's spotify playlists

• how the fuck did rook get into vil's account 🤨

• didn't even realize it was mitski until it was too late

• he was live doing whatever the fuck beauty influencers do when they're live. spotify was on in the background. mitski came on.

• the comments went wild

• "vil likes mitski vil likes mitski vil likes mitski"

• vil is confused because he didn't add mitski to his playlist???

• tried to explain himself but no one listened

• someone was screen recording it

• neige texted him like "i didn't know you liked mitski"

• "but if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive; i should mive to a brand new city and teach myself how to die"

• he feels called out

Idia:

• exclusively listens to anime openings and vocaloid

Ortho:

• he was watching cocomelon on youtube and autoplay was on

• it was a lyric video for crack baby

• idia should be lucky it wasn't cupcakke or something why the hell isn't kids mode on

• at least ortho was watching cocomelon so the recommended videos weren't too wild

• anyways 🙄

• ortho doesn't really listen to mitski but he can appreciate that she's doing her own thing and making meaningful songs that a lot of people can connect to

Malleus:

• do me ti why not me 😔💔

• in shame, the "(gasp) ooooooooooh" as the violins build up sends chills down his spine

• in pearl diver, the very last chorus at the end of the song also gives him chills

• "dive dive doooooooowwwwwwwwnnn hohohooooohohohooooooooooh ahhhahahahooooooooohhhwhwhhoooooooo"

• yeah that

• he feels the loneliness in her songs and it doesn't make him feel like there's someone out there who understands him, it just makes him feel even more lonely 💀

Lilia:

• this man's music taste is everywhere

• his spotify has to the grave (a heavy metal band that i've never seen anyone else listen to irl) right next to taylor swift

• he probably has mitski somewhere but she's not very high on his playlist

Silver:

• "i've been trying to lay my head down but i'm writing this at three a.m." 🙄

• he tries to listen to her because kalim likes her but he ends up falling asleep

• can somebody take him to the doctor because he's either cursed or he's narcoleptic

Sebek:

• if waka-sama likes mitski then so does sebek. fucking stalker.

Crowley:

• nah

• i really don't see him listening to and/or appreciating mitski

• why would he 💀

• he probably listens to that funky pop shit that comes on the radio

• his favorite song is probably barbie girl goddamn 🤭

Crewel:

• you know what

• yeah i think he does

• he's probably sewed a dress for her

• he made sure it was extra flowy and moved gracefully when she danced

• mailed it to her and was ecstatic when she wore it aww

Trein:

• you cannot tell me he, as a professor, doesn't like mitski.

• he reads the lyrics and has fun analyzing them. fucking teacher.

• her: "you told me once you were happy to have me but I never gave me away"

• trein: *taking notes*

• probably plays her at very low volume during class 💀

Sam:

• his friends on the other side managed to get a ticket for a random show that was in town

• of course he went because how many shows come to sage island

• that place is like the point nemo of twisted wonderland

• it happened to be mitski

• he loved it

• he loved how loving her fans were, even if some of the crowd was dull

• was not prepared for the crowd to scream at the top of their fucking lungs with her during drunk walk home 😭

• live footage of sam during drunk walk home: 🧍🏿

• ends up playing her in his mystery shop

V*rgas 🤢:

• no he's too busy eating eggs and looking like a fucking predator

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[i90soot]

Wilbur Soot

Summarize: You and Wilbur have had a relationship that little by little is wearing out due to the little time he had to be with you because of that the lack of communication is great and little by little they seem to be strangers and there are fights and in one of their so many fights suggest the idea that it would be better to separate causing Wilbur's heart to be completely broken as he watches how you pack your things and leave the apartment leaving him with immense pain and emptiness in his heart.

— ☆; crying, despair, mention of alcohol, jealousy, reconciliation, slightly unstable couple.

He looked at the ceiling of the apartment while he was lying on the floor, shedding painful tears again, everything around him was a complete mess, the bottles of alcohol lying next to him along with some pictures of you two lying on the floor while next to him he sat They found love letters that he himself wrote for you.

He sighed heavily, he knew he shouldn't be like this, maybe he should go out and relax a bit. He hasn't been out for 4 days and his bandmates have been worried about it.

He left the apartment walking aimlessly, simply walking trying to think about something other than you...it was impossible, he ended up arriving at the cafeteria that you loved so much, he remembered how you always took him to that place to chat together, oh how much he missed being there with you in that place.

Without realizing it, he was sitting inside the cafeteria, looking at the whole place, remembering how you convinced him to come to this place or how you took him to drink coffee on all his dates and then give him a gift, he would give everything to go back to his first date where he declared his love for you and asked you to be his girlfriend.

I end up asking the waiter for the same coffee and dessert that you always ordered in that place, he didn't even know why he did it, he just did it

Half an hour passed and he kept sitting there simply thinking, as soon as he touched the coffee and dessert then he heard a familiar voice near him, I look at you, talking to a guy I didn't even know. You looked just as disastrous as him, you had slightly swollen eyes and disheveled hair just like him, maybe not so much

He couldn't help but look at you, he wanted to get closer to you and hug you, but he was immobile and his dry throat watched you talk to that strange boy, ¿shit, did you forget about him so fast?

He felt his heart break again, he felt much worse than before, he ended up looking at you until you finally left the place an hour later and he still couldn't process everything.

The sky was now dark, the only thing he did after you left was leave too but he didn't go back to the apartment he went to a bar, he needed a way to forget what happened, he needed to forget that you had left his side.

He ended up leaving the bar at 2:37 am, he was really drunk, his head was not thinking correctly, the only thing he could feel was his broken heart and how you left him so painfully

he wanted you back, he wanted another chance to be with you, his feet quickly ran to the place where he knew you would be, the home of your parents.

she knocked on the door so over and over again, as tears spilled down her cheeks as her legs trembled and her heart trembled too. You opened the door and you saw him and he saw you, quickly his knees gave out and he had to hold on to the door frame.

"Wilbur! Are you ok? Happened-" was interrupted by the broken voice of the highest

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry y/n I was such an idiot, I'm so sorry please forgive me everything I said was false, I really love you I fucking love you so much I can't stop thinking about you I love you so much and miss you so much /n please" before he could speak again his arms failed as well as his legs making him fall on top of you, you did your best to hold him while he hugged you and cried "I beg you y/n forgive me I don't want you to go back with me Please I will do everything possible to win back your love and affection I will do my best to be a better boyfriend for you to spend more time with you I love you so much"

"It's ok Wilbur, it's ok, okay, calm down, everything's ok, breathe, I really love you too, I really love you and I couldn't bear to be without you either, but stop crying, okay? I hate seeing you like this, we can try again, try to do it from scratch, ok? Yes? We can try to make each other's efforts to be a better couple, yes? Quiet Wilbur" you said stroking his head while he cried

"Really?" I ask, you answered with a "yes".

I hug you more strongly while I kept crying

"Calm down, let's go inside the house, it's very cold here" you said starting to walk along with him

You loved him, and he loved, even though the communication was horrible you knew it wasn't entirely his fault it wasn't entirely your fault either

they could work it out, neither of them wanted to leave the other, they loved each other too much.

#Spotify #wilbur soot #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you

[tsuki-sennin]

"ppl who celebrate character birthdays are annoying pass it on"

FUCK this post, and Happy Birthday Neon Kurama~! ...right, so you know it's all gonna go horribly wrong, but she's our friend! We support her!

Spoilers, I guess...

-What a massive L the Jyamato have taken.

-Garden Grandpa has become Construction Grandpa!

-OOOOOOOH

-Oh hey Daichi. Just sorta hangin' around, huh?

-I don't blame you tbh, I'd be sitting on my ass too.

-April 4th! That's two days from now!

-:)

-Happy Basuday~!

-...:(

-They kidnapped the poor girl on her birthday.

-"What do you even get the Celebrity 'It' Girl who has everything? ...aside from loving parents, treatment like a normal human being, a boyfriend who isn't over twice her age, and a break from creepy weirdos on the internet?"

-...three, five, and seven, huh?

-Keiwa's just totally numb to all of Ace's... Ace-iness.

-Toro, toro!

-It's a Toreador! Just like the ones referenced in that indie horror game from 2014! Octodad: Dadliest Catch!

-...is this just the Seito/Touto proxy battle arena from Build? I think it is, at least, I'm probably wrong.

-Beroba continues to Bull-y Michinaga for her entertainment.

-Fight!

-I swear, by my sword and capote, that I will once again prove victorious!

-Bullfight!

-Rook! Bishop! Buffa! All the most powerful chess pieces!

-Shut the fuck up Chirami, you ain't doing shit.

-"Happy Birthday :)"

-Na-Go Stans are wildin'

-We win, we party!

-Hot damn, Keiwa!

-Oooooh, disarming yourself for a shot? Clever.

-Oh, whoops! Bero be cheatin', who coulda guessed!

-"You cheated. You didn't learn, you didn't improve."

-Oh God, Beroba's gonna leak her DMs.

-Gotta win!

-Oh hello, Kyuun.

-"A present! For me~?"

-"No! >:( ...Maybe :("

-You're so full of crap, man.

-Free Boost~!

-Sweet and salty! Just like sea-salt ice cream!

-Word of advice lads, be honest.

-OH FUCK, IT'S DAD

-...I think I forgot his name, I'm just gonna call him Papa Naoto until I remember it.

-You're only like... marginally better a parent than your wife, man. And that's only because you don't hit her or constantly try restraining her.

-...man, I just realized, Neon suffers trauma from being kidnapped at a young age and her mother just... holds her captive. Irony at its most fucked up.

-To be quite honest, I don't think Kyuun'd be much better company than Jeff Pesos or whoever Izumi had in mind.

-Man, these supporter plotlines are so interesting, holy shit.

-Ah, yep. There's Ace. Looking into it.

-"Geats. How unexpected."

-...Waaaait...

-"I've had quite enough of family matters from last season, thank you very much."

-KOUSEI, THAT'S HIS NAME

-Ace, you don't just walk up to a girl and lay her backstory out like that.

-I'll give Kousei credit, he at least seems legitimately worried.

-Doesn't even seem to have a scratch on her. Seems a little at odds with the depiction of the kidnapping itself, huh?

-Man... Can't even cake.

-Time for the mountain lion to descend upon the bull.

-...shit, that was lame. Pretend you never noticed that.

-OH?

-Okay, it's Ace time!

-Beroba's such a scrublord. Or uh... scrublady, as the case may be.

-Ooooooh, boy!

-Set!

-Dual On! Ninja! Magnum!

-Ready, Fight!

-Get splashed, idiot!

-"Two, huh?"

-Set!

-Ooooooh, he's not going into Laser Boost, okay!

-That's neat! They kept that suit around!

-PNGTuber Beroba.

-Ohhhhhh noooo

-You're an absolutely horrendous excuse of human being, Beroba.

-Great job Takahashi, banger villain. Especially you Namika-san, you're putting in a fantastic performance <3

-Ohhh, Ace is MAD mad.

-Everybody loves Na-Go-san!

-...holy shit, that is so cruel. They just

-Instantly went on a targeted harassment campaign.

-AKARI?

-Ohhhh

-...that's

-That's depressing as fuck.

-...that goes a long way to explain why Izumi was so controlling and Kousei dumped all his money into... I'm gonna be completely honest, what's basically a snuff film ring.

-Why would he let Giroli pick Neon to play then?

-"She was lying" SHUT THE FUCK UP

-Completely ruined my homegirl's life.

-Fucking MURDER that thing, Ace.

-Oh shit, Kyuun! My dude!

-Next episode.

-#NaGoSweep!

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