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candiedjellybean · 2 years

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Currently very excited by my own writing, I just recently came up with this concept and it is taking over all thoughts!! Courtesy of me reading a ton of bkdk soulmate aus that led to this.

I now have a bakudeku fic in the works where Deku and Kats are soulmates but it's also very irregular. They keep breaking and reforging their soulmate bonds, and it's caused for the most part from their turbulent relationship. But even more interesting, every time they reinstate their connection, it's a different kind of soulmate bond.

And here's a snippet of a draft under the cut! Probably will get rewritten because it's definitely kind of word vomit right now, I am just super excited!! I got the fic up right here if you wanna read the first chapter.

Their soulmate bond had dissolved again when Izuku had received One for All. The words that were branded on their arms for months were replaced with one of the most common manifestations, identifying marks.

Izuku saw the ink bleed back into the color of his skin and he felt a small prickle of electricity where All Might was patting his back. There was a yellow star, with 8 points around it in the center of his back. All Might's right hand now held the image of a bright green star with 9 points.

"Huh. I guess we're soulmates,” Izuku remarked, “Did that happen with you and the last user of One for All?"

"Yes, but may I ask, why did the words on your arms go away?"

"That's just how my soulmate bond with Kacchan works, I guess. It disappears and reappears as a different one. Nobody really knows why. It'll reappear as a soulmark whenever we see each other again."

"As long as you are okay, my boy.”

“I’m fine! I can do the entrance exam and take that first step!”

“Speaking of which, it’s in 3 hours! Hurry up and go before you’re late!"

Izuku rushed off to take a shower at home and packed a bag before heading to the entrance exam. On the way in, Katsuki shoulder checked Izuku lightly, and he could feel the sharp electric burn of their bond reforging. He knew the mark would be on his shoulder, but resisted the want to check what it looked like.

Realigning his thoughts, he set off to the building, but immediately tripped and nearly fell flat on his face. He felt a cool touch on his calf, and was staring at his future classmate, Ochako Uraraka.

He didn't say anything but he pulled up his pant leg curiously as she apologized for using her quirk on him. When she noticed the image of a pink scale with one half of it seemingly upside down and being pulled up was on his leg. A soulmark.

"Woah! Are we soulmates?!"

"Uhm… Yes?" Izuku said nervously. He wasn't too sure but the symbol was staring right back at him and it didn't feel like there was any other explanation, especially since his bonds were now all markings.

"Aghhh, this is so nerve-wracking! Good luck to us both, new soulmate!"

She dashed off into the building. Izuku went in shortly after, not wanting to be late after running so much of the way and catching the train just in time. His nerves ate at his stomach, and the electricity buzzing under his skin left over from the 3 soulmarks that had manifested left him jittery.

At the end of the day, he wasn't sure he passed, and was so busy he forgot all about the new soulmarks he'd earned that day, until he was in the bathroom ready to shower and then collapse into bed. He felt an odd surge of sadness and elation at the sight. The yellow star on his back, the pink symbol on his calf, and the one he refused to look at before now, the bright orange image of an explosion, complete with gray smoke sat on his shoulder.

He loved the soulmarks adorning his skin, they were beautiful and were for connections he already had or were going to make. For the first time, Izuku absolutely dreaded the next time his soulmate bonds would dissolve. He never thought much of the process before, other than that it sucked and that he wished that fate didn't decide to get so fickle with him and Katsuki.

Maybe he truly was cursed.

#fanfic #mha #bnha #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my writing #candyjelly.txt

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terryanddaisy · 8 months

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Meredith - Prologue

Hey, guys! I've been scraping together a fanfic idea set in Bullet Train with a female OC I've quickly gotten attached to who's a very, very angry civilian seeking justice for a past wrong. I plan to follow the events of the film fairly closely with a few major changes. There won't be any romantic relationships or smut. I will warn that she's in heavy grief and is struggling with depression, self-loathing, and suicidal thoughts. This is an emotionally rocky one. Additionally, while I've had an account on AO3 and Tumblr for a bit, I have written very little and forced myself to just get the prologue over with, so it's not beta read. I would love some comments and feedback! Crossposting Meredith from AO3! I hope you enjoy! *end notes*

Waking.

Brushing.

Dressing.

Working.

Home.

Brushing.

Bathing.

Sleeping.

Waking.

Brushing.

Everything is fine. Just change your clothes. Like a functional person.

Working.

Home.

Cry at the graveyard.

It’s past midnight. Wanna get mugged?

Almost driving on the wrong side of the road.

Home.

Bathing.

Brushing.

Sleeping.

Waking.

Come to school late. Now you really have failed your kids.

So sorry, sir. It won't again.

No, sir. I'm fine.

Please don't. Please don't pity me. Please hate me as much as I hate myself.

Home.

Takes forever to sleep tonight. But when do I not?

Stop that. What was that Lily told you? Try making up a story in your head. Have fun making your story…writing it…dreaming it…

You failed her. You can’t even remember what she told you. Even though she made you feel so good. Selfish bitch.

Don’t swear, Jess would say. But you failed her too, didn’t you?

Waking kicking and screaming.

You idiot, it’s Saturday. And you failed your therapist too.

Therapy. Barry. Barry’s sweet. Too sweet for his own good.

How does he do that? Smile and always see the good in people, no matter what?

You were able to do that too, weren’t you?

But that’s what made you betray the people you trusted.

You bump into Nanao. Nanao, another one of Barry's patients. He's sweet too. Certainly jittery. And a bit on the older side. One of the few friends you made these days.

You have so much respect for the aging, the experienced, who were able to still look both behind and forward with joy.

You wish you were able to have that.

Home.

Sleeping.

Waking.

You try those breathing exercises Barry told you about. You hear heartbeats that aren’t your own.

You faint and you remember screaming.

Waking. 3 AM. Guess you got sleep after all.

Old records. You kept every tape, every news report, every article.

Everything was so perfect. Where did it go so wrong?

You cry yourself to sleep on the floor.

Waking. 11 AM. Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty. Damn near let yourself get raped by the prince.

Lily and Jess wouldn’t want you speaking like that either. And everyone else. Minnesota nice indeed.

You pull yourself back up. You have pathetic form.

You go to church. You weren’t exactly devout, but you know God will come for you. You want Him to. You wanted to come for Him, too. Give you what you deserved. You pray to everyone you loved. At least they’re in Heaven.

Home.

Cooking. You are barely awake and spill and burn yourself to your heart’s discontent. You realize you made Timmy’sfavorite food.

You slam your face into your plate. Cleanup. Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up…

Stop that. You don’t deserve to sing that song. You don’t deserve to sing ever again.

Brushing.

Wait…brushing, bathing, three meals…whatever. You can’t keep track of those things anymore. Just do whatever and sleep.

Whatever.

Sleep.

Whatever.

Sleep.

Whatever.

Sleep.

On and on and on and on…That’s it.

That’s what should be it.

Move on. You cannot remember how many times you were told that, how many times you tried, by the people who were also hurt by what happened.

You hated yourself even more, when you saw how much better they were at coping than you.

Why don’t you try that? Your kids would want you to.

Yes. That’s it. The power of love. Use that.

Love that you—

Oh, at least pretend you are who you used to be, you hollow shell!

You try to tell Barry a joke. He laughs. You smile. It’s not fake but it feels like it. It hurts.

You drive past the police station. You feel like dying. But you go in.

Hey, guys. It’s you-know-who again.

What did I say about pity—?!

Sorry, guys, I’m fine.

Awkward jokes. Awkward laughing. Awkward silence.

Move on. Move on. Move on.

So…

Don’t.

…anything about…

Ruin.

…Meredith?

Why didn’t you literally fuck yourself in front of them for all you care?

They sigh. They do pity you. So, so much.

They pull out the usual spiel about how it was a tragic accident, about options for treatment, how they're so fucking sorry.

You drive home in tears, in rage. Why would they close it…how dare they close it?!

You watch every news report, read everything you’ve collected again.

You remember how the police did nothing.

You remember how hard everyone cried, how hard you cried.

You remember how you visited their graves every night until you couldn’t take it.

You remember how it was attributed to a political assassination attempt.

You remember how you reacted when you saw the person they caught.

How…wrong it seemed.

Like they were telling the truth, but not the full truth.

You get an idea.

A very, very long idea.

And yet…

You go to Bernie. Cool, sweet Bernie. Bernie, the teenage drug dealer and budding gang member that you helped become a happily married successful teacher.

Back when you thought you could solve every problem with just kind words and a smile.

You ask Bernie for access to the black market.

Bernie tries to get through to you.

You’re too angry. You beg. You play tough…then you break down and plead.

You explain.

Bernie understands.

You wait.

Bernie works.

In days, you get access to the dark web. To darker networks.

What you find turns everything you thought about the world upside down.

An entire John Wick-level network - system - world of criminals, all within reach.

You get your own account on a literal website with an agency of professional criminals.

You feel like ripping your heart out every time you see something new.

One contact catches your eye.

The Twins. Lemon and Tangerine.

One of them is…that fucking…

British-born, apparently brothers, notorious in the business for two jobs.

The most recent is a job in Bolivia where they wiped out an entire camp of guerrillas leaving behind a Saving Private Ryan zone.

Absolute psychopaths.

The second is far more alarming. Shockingly minimal details compared to the outright trophies that some of the other assassins displayed in their attempts to promote themselves - and professional criminals wouldn’t exactly be known for asking questions and talking much, would they? But it paid 10 million, more than any other job you’ve seen on the site, and by this time, you’ve looked through dozens of criminals, and it involved a Minnesotan politician.

Holy shit.

I’m gonna get you like I should’ve a long time—

Everything afterwards is a blur.

You place a job offer for a snatch-and-grab in St. Paul, where you live. It’s meant to be a distraction, you don’t care about whatever’s in the politician’s suitcase, you want to follow whatever asshole picks up on you.

Within hours, it gets answered. By an incredibly smug looking mercenary called Carver who’s a dick. But he is clearly an experienced assassin.

You managed to sneak up and witness how he does things. How he leaves no trace. How he covers his bases. You weren’t worried about witnesses or innocents, you drilled it into his head that she wanted no lethal force, or no payment. You couldn’t help but smirk when you were able to annoy him instead of the other way around for once.

You pay him, and you browse your account for jobs. You see a recently taken hit job in New York City.

You announce that you are taking a long hiatus, a retreat for your mental health.

You are greeted with the expected joy and relief that you are finally going to get better.

You find yourself smiling too, as you’ll both bring and be brought to justice.

You gather all the money left to you in the wills, in your bank account, everything. Money never quite mattered to you beyond sustenance, and nowadays it mattered much less. You pack up things that will help you survive, but never live.

You don’t expect to come back home. You are completely fine with that.

You book the nearest flight to NYC, and remember the vacation you took with your kids. You can’t help but remember all the photos you took and the sights you saw and the sounds of excitement and wonder you heard.

You cry yourself to sleep on the plane and wake up when you land.

When you do, you log onto the website.

You were related to and worked with computer science professionals. Over the last few years you learned all you could.

Now that Bernie and everyone else is truly safe, you take a deep breath and hack away.

You find the address of a meeting point.

You go.

It’s absolute chaos.

A shootout. Blood. The coldest, most inhumane expressions you’ve ever seen on the human face.

You keep yourself from breaking, from lashing out, from yelling at them to take you too.

You force yourself to study everything, pay attention to everything.

At the end, there are 23 dead bodies.

You follow the survivors.

You find yourself in the midst of an ongoing gang war and criminals off the agency are actively being hired.

You keep track of it all, add to your notes, your research.

You follow every job you can, learn what you can, budget your money so you can remain efficient. Eventually you get good at some things too. You start to rob and pickpocket, doing so only on the most decadent and unassuming. You notice which points of the body are most sensitive. You learn how to chamber a round. You work out how to be the right balance between threatening and restrained. You teach yourself some moves, which you practice on any creepy stalker.

But you never take a job. You never take a life. You don’t even get a gun.

Despite everything you see…you just can’t.

Because when you see all these people, you see the ones you hurt.

You see how much they loved you, how much they trusted you.

You remember how Kit-Kat thought you were her Wonder Woman.

How they saw you as a hero.

They may be gone…but this is the best you can do to keep them alive.

Months pass. Then years. You've learned enough to be a knowledge broker if you wanted.

You come home when you can, concocting an elaborate lie of how you're traveling the world for writing inspiration, making a fair fortune out of freelance and fiction under pen names. Like a super spy, you enthuse.

That was what Isabelle's dream was.

You’re walking in London. You come across the Twins’ flat, in a neighborhood far too nice for the likes of them.

Scouting them for years, you found yourself feeling jealous of how close they are. You were loved and you did have a wonderful family, but as an only child, you were always curious what having a sibling would be like.

Of course, they were assassins. They would never know what actual love was like, and whatever dynamic they had going on, it was in no way healthy or something to look up to. That was clear from the very start, and you barely refrained from scoffing every time they showed "affection" for each other.

There was absolutely no way whatsoever that anything positive could come out of these people.

Spending years researching bullshit in the name of a sweet, sweet level of justice no motherfucker in this excuse of a line of work could even begin to comprehend left you with a very low tolerance for it.

You listen through the hidden recording devices you have set up.

You learn they are soon on a job involving the son of the White Death, the most powerful crime boss on the planet, and a briefcase with 10 million dollars. You pause.

You remember research you did on a recent transaction between a group of Russian operatives and a Yakuza member.

And that a job offer you hacked into involving a similar briefcase and said Son was in fact not taken by the Twins, but the Hornet, an American who specialized in poisons and almost always did kill jobs.

There were multiple assassins hired for jobs on this train.

You chuckle mirthlessly. Unlucky bastards.

It was going to go wrong. So, so wrong.

And that was what made it perfect. You had spent years waiting for the opportune moment to strike. To dish out karma. To let your pain out and end on a high.

You had found your moment.

You find the exact Nippon Speed Line they’re all booked for, and get yourself a ticket. To your surprise, the train is almost fully booked.

Oh, well. You can be surprising, too.

I’m coming for you, my loves…

#fanfic #bullet train #tangerine bullet train #lemon #ladybug #the wolf #oc #female oc #the son bullet train #the prince bullet train #the hornet

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malleux · 4 years

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spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

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Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

꧁꧂

Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

summary ─ “i’m so glad that we came across to each other,” bucky said. “it really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!teacher!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ fluff, seeing each other after yeeeears later, coffee shop conversations, catching up, EPILOGUE

a/n ─ i said i wasn’t sure about writing this but i couldn’t stop myself because i want this soft and sweet closure for them without tears lol. thank you for all the love you’ve given me throughout this trilogy series. i’m really thankful. also i’m sorry for making y’all cry a lot djhfdjhf. this is the epilogue. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank you! i love you all <3

previous part ─ series masterlist

TEN YEARS LATER

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you threw yourself into your favorite coffee shop, finally getting the chance to escape from the scorching heat of the sun. Stepping away from the door, you closed your eyes for a second. The cool breeze of the air conditioning was hitting your face so nicely, you felt like you could cry.

Shivering lightly, you opened your eyes and walked towards the short line in front of the register. You deserved a grande coffee after the very busy day you had. Your eyes were hurting slightly because you’ve been looking at the computer screen for hours now.

“Thank fuck the weekend is here,” you murmured to yourself as you fished your wallet out. You heard the guy in front of you humming in an approving way, and you froze for a second. “I should have whispered,” you said, and the guy chuckled this time. Grimacing to yourself, you decided to shut up.

As you waited for your turn, you started to watch people around you. Everyone was either tired-looking or way-too-jittery-looking because of all the caffeine and sweets. Most of them had come here with a friend, you realized and frowned lightly. Inhaling the freshly brewed coffee smell deeply, you moved your eyes to the guy in front of you.

He was tall. He had dark brown, mid-length hair, it was a bit longer than mid-length, though, you noted. He had whites peppered in it, and it looked good. He had a navy colored suit on him. The suit jacket was hugging his broad shoulders very nicely, and the suit pants he had on was complimenting his thick thighs. You hummed silently to yourself. You moved two steps forward, eyes still on the guy, as the people on the register was done with their order. It was the guy’s turn.

“Hello,” he murmured, and you felt a lick of familiarity. “Can I get a black coffee, grande?” You frowned. The guy’s voice was familiar. You watched him grabbing a small protein bar. “And this.” The boy at the register nodded as he punched in the order, and the guy in front of you pulled his wallet to pay.

You saw the hand tattoo. Your eyes widened.

“Name?” The boy asked. The guy looked up briefly.

“James.” You watched his hand as he pulled out some money and gave them to the boy. He was wearing the rings from─

“Bucky?” You asked, surprise audible in your voice. Bucky startled, his shoulders went stiff and he turned around. His baby blue eyes bored into yours as they widened with surprised.

“Y/N?” He breathed. “Oh my God.” You let out a chuckle.

“There you go,” the boy said, handing out the extra money. Bucky cursed lightly as he took the money and stepped aside. Just as he opened his mouth, his name was called. You saw him clenching his jaw. Your smile widened. “What can I get you?” You blinked, returning to the real world.

“Cappuccino, grande. Non-lactose milk, please. No foam,” you said your order and handed out the money. The boy nodded. “Y/N,” you gave him your name without him asking for it. The boy worked quick; he told your order and gave your cup to the barista and handed some of your money back. You bid him good day before you walked towards where Bucky was still standing.

Goddamn, you thought. He looked good.

The whites in his hair were also in his stubble, covering his chin slightly. He looked grown, albeit a bit older, and the crinkles around his eyes made him look more handsome than he normally was.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” Bucky said, his eyes moving up and down on your body. “I can’t believe you still look as gorgeous as before.” You chuckled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks after literal years. “Not that I expected you to look bad, by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smiled. You grabbed your coffee when barista called out for you and turned to Bucky.

“Wanna recharge together in one of those tables?” You asked, pointing at the coffees. Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Of course!” He said. “I would love to.”

Both of you walked towards an empty table near the café windows. After you settled, you looked at him. He looked happy, you realized. He didn’t look haunted or sad anymore. He looked healthy and happy if not a little tired.

“You look great,” you said softly. “You don’t look so… sad anymore.” Bucky smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, he nodded lightly.

“I’m… good,” he decided to say. “I swore not to lie to you again and I’m not gonna start that now,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t so good after our last talk, but time helped.” Bucky shrugged, his fingers were playing with his coffee cup. “I had time to focus on myself, and then my job. It kept me busy but also gave me some time to heal. So, I’m good.”

You smiled fondly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you murmured. “You deserve to be good, Bucky. I’m glad you’re now. I just hope you’ll be better soon.” You watched him blush, your smile widened and turned soft.

Bucky shook himself and straightened up on his seat. “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for ten years. Are you a cat mom or dog mom or a real one?” You let out a surprised laugh.

“Bold of you to assume I want to be a mother, Buchanan,” you deadpanned. Bucky grinned toothily. “…I have a cat,” then you added. Bucky chuckled.

“Knew it,” he said, snapping his fingers. You rolled your eyes. “’s fine. I have an asshole for myself waiting me at home.” He rolled his eyes like you. “I swear he hates me and wants to kill me, but he doesn’t because I feed him.” You laughed, almost snorting out your cappuccino. Bucky grimaced at himself and then chuckled.

“Murderous cats,” you muttered. “I had an encounter with them once or twice.” You nodded seriously. “She tried to trip me and scared me to the death, so.” Bucky giggled. “She’s the cutest, though.” Bucky smiled. He knew that feeling all too well. You sighed.

“How’s teaching? I see that you kept your tattoos, but goodbye piercings?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. Bucky grunted. It wasn’t a happy sound.

“Apparently, me having piercings might provoke the students to get the same look? They told that I cover my tattoos with my clothing but can’t hide my piercings, so they had to go. ‘s bullshit.”

“…It is,” you agreed because it was. “Your hand and neck tattoos are visible, and they were troubled with your piercings? Yup, bullshit.” He grunted again and sipped his coffee.

“Love the students, though,” he added without you asking. “They’re dumb sometimes and goofy almost all the time, but I love them.” He smiled. You could see that he really did love his students. He was great with children ─shocking, yes─ and seeing him being happy with his work was making you happy.

“I’m glad to hear that. You were weirdly good with kids,” you said, looking at him over your coffee. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “It was cute, don’t get me wrong. I just didn’t expect from someone who looked the way you did back in college and be good with kids. I was shocked when I learned that you were going to be a teacher.” Bucky snorted.

“I love teaching,” he defended himself with a faux-offended face. You grinned. “I enjoy telling them things that make them go ‘wow’ and love seeing them use what I taught.” He shrugged. “How is editing?”

“Ughhhh,” you groaned. “Don’t get me started.” He looked at you, eyes wide and half-grin visible on his face.

“Oh, okay,” he said and then giggled. “I feel like you have a lot of feelings bottled up in there.” He pointed your head, and you grunted like he did a couple minutes ago.

“People who don’t even know punctuation are sending me their works, and they are brave enough to tell me that they wanted it published.” Grunting even more, you sipped your coffee. “It’s a pain to read all the cringy, too fast moving works and editing. It feels like I’m re-writing their whole work.” Bucky frowned slightly, tilting his head to his side.

“Why do you work there, then?” He asked. “You could go back to school and do something extra? Or become a professor there?” You eyed him.

“I’ve been thinking about that for some time, now, to be honest,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie; you were thinking about going back to school and maybe spend a couple years there and start teaching. “Been looking up my options. I’m still not quite sure, but the idea is there.”

“Well,” Bucky said, draining his coffee. “Let me know. I might be able to help in some way, maybe.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. He sent you a cheeky wink. “Tell me more!” You exclaimed. “You told me you’re a cat dad, what else?”

“I’m an uncle,” he said and then wiggled on his seat because it still made him giddy. “I have like two nieces now, my sisters like to procreate.” You chuckled. “Oh, do you know Sam Wilson?” You frowned.

“From Psychology Department?” He nodded. “Yeah, I saw him a couple times.” Putting your cup aside, you leaned forward. “What about him?”

“He got married to Natasha, the Russian Literature girl? The one that we both found scarily hot?” Giggling, you nodded. He grinned. “Well, they’re married now, and have a daughter.”

“No shit,” you said.

“Yes shit,” Bucky kept grinning. “Steve’s gonna get married in two months. Someone called Sharon Carter─”

“Wait, is her aunt Peggy Carter?” Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Holy shit, I work at Carter Publishing. She’s my boss.” Bucky laughed.

“Okay, nice coincidence,” he murmured.

“Damn,” you whispered, making him laugh again. “Give me more gossip, please. I’m obviously hiding under a rock.” Smiling, Bucky leaned forward on the table, too.

“Alright, hear me out.”

─

You talked about everything and anything for hours.

Bucky talked about his job, about his students and his plans for future which included going back to school and becoming a professor or something, so that he could teach at a university. He also said that he was going to miss his ‘high school dumbasses’, but he wanted to become better at what he was doing. He also talked about his siblings, he had three sisters, and his parents a little. He showed you a couple pictures of his cat, a very pretty white cat named Alpine, and his parent’s dogs, two German Shepherds.

“They’re so handsome,” you exclaimed when you saw them. Bucky chuckled.

“They are,” he agreed. “They’re also old.”

“Bleh,” you blurted, making him laugh. You felt a satisfying, warm bubble building up in your chest as you bit your lip and watched him laugh. Your feelings for him were still there, still present. You never stopped loving him, and you knew you were always going to love him. He was the one for you, but your story wasn’t meant to be end together. You knew and accepted that now.

You told him about your life, your job and future plans, too. You talked about your doubts about going back to school, and Bucky somehow helped you soothe them. He encouraged you, told you that you were going to be amazing and it wasn’t late for you to go back to school. You thanked him as you moved onto talk about your cat. You showed him a picture like he did to you.

“You have a Siamese!” He cried out. “Damn, he is handsome.” You chuckled.

“He is, but he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever known,” you grumbled. Bucky giggled.

“Hey, cats are cats. They meant to be assholes,” he said.

“Hear, hear.” Both of you chuckled.

The silence fell between you was a happy and content one. You talked about things, made each other laugh and smile, and both of you saw that how much the other had grown. It was nice. Seeing him was nice.

“I know I apologized before, but I want to apologize again,” Bucky murmured softly after a while of silence. “I’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I put you through. I was an asshole, I know and see that now,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You smiled. Reaching out, you held his warm and large hand. The sense of familiarity consumed you.

“I have forgiven you years ago, James,” you murmured as softly as he did. He squeezed your hand. “Things happened, but both of us were still children.” Your smile became a little sad. “Obviously, we weren’t meant to be. I wish we were, though. I wish we were meant to be, but we are not. It’s okay. You’ve apologized before and owned up your mistakes. Thank you. I forgive you.” Bucky’s hold in your hand tightened just a bit more. You squeezed it right back. “I forgive you. It’s alright. We’re alright.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You could see that he felt lighter. His guilt must have been eating him alive, you realized, and your heart gave a painful thud at the thought.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that,” he said, slightly breathless. You just held his hand tighter and smiled wider. “I wish we were meant to be, too, Y/N. I─” He paused briefly. “I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I probably will never stop loving you. No one was you, and I doubt that someone will ever be you. I know now that we’ve grown out of each other. We might still love, yes, but…”

“It’s not enough anymore because even though we still love each other, that train took off,” you finished. He nodded. “So much has happened, and it changed us. Yes, Bucky, I get it. I still love you, too, and will always love you, but it’s not enough now.” He nodded again. Both of you sighed, feeling lighter and happier out of a sudden.

“I’m so glad that we came across to each other,” Bucky said. “It really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you agreed immediately. “I─” You held his other hand. “I’ve missed you, Bucky. It was very nice talking to you.” You looked at each other for a couple minutes before pulling back. You ignored how cold and empty your hands felt after he pulled his back. Standing up quietly, you grabbed your things. You walked out of the café together.

“I would like to see you sometimes,” Bucky said. “As friends. I would love to be your friend, Y/N.” You agreed. You didn’t want to deny him anymore. You wanted him in your life.

“I would love that,” you murmured and gave him your number. Bucky added you in his contacts and sent you a text.

“I will see you later, then,” Bucky murmured. It felt so good to say that, he realized. After saying goodbye to you many times, it felt amazing to say that he’d see you later. You smiled fondly.

“I will see you later,” you murmured back. Bucky gave you a nod and a large smile. Both of you bid good night to each other and walked opposite directions on the sidewalk.

This time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

This time, it was a promise to see the other again.

It was a nice, blossoming friendship.

─

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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hi! i read one of your heeseung smuts and i fell in love with your writing! so i was wondering if i could request a smut with sunghoon when he founds out that the reader is obsessed with his thighs, and that leads to thigh riding the reader leaving hickeys all over his thighs.

for some reason lately ive just been so obsessed with sunghoons thighs. i just have a feeling that theyre really pretty hehe, anyways, have a good day or night! keep weiting amazing things🥰✨😌

A/N: hi! Thank u so much for your kind words <3 sorry this is so late i just lost motivation for a bit lol

Warnings: fem! reader x soft dom! sunghoon, thigh riding, unprotected sex, fingering

Word count: 1.6k

You drop to your knees and kiss the insides of his thighs through his jeans as he sits at the edge of the couch, legs spread and ready for you to suck him off.

“What’s with you and this?” he asks and you look up.

“What do you mean?”

He leans down and picks your chin up. “I’ve never met a girl who paid so much attention to my thighs.”

You blush and shrug.

He smirks. “You know I notice the way you stare at them.” he caresses your face. “Whenever I’m dancing, or even when I’m just standing around.”

“Because they’re pretty.” you say sheepishly.

“Come here doll,” he leans down and pulls you into his lap. Like all the way from the floor. He always surprises you with how strong he is. “I wanna try something.”

He pets your hair and kisses your jaw. You loop your arms around his neck with a small smile. He grabs your hips and moves you so that you’re sitting right on his left thigh. Your heart begins to race. Is this really happening? You ask yourself. The thing you’ve been daydreaming about for forever.

His lips move up to meet yours. He knows you inside and out, every touch is with purpose.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says before pushing his tongue against yours. He holds the small of your back and softly guides you against him.

You moan a bit into his mouth and he smiles.

He leans back onto the couch and pulls your chest against his.

You don't need his guidance anymore, your hips are rocking over him with ease and every time you grind, you just want more and more.

“Feel good?” he rubs your back and you nod into his neck.

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” he asks lowly.

“Months now,” you exhale.

He kisses the side of your head. “My dirty girl, fantasizing about me when she’s all alone in her room.” he squeezes your ass. “Playing with that pretty pussy under the covers.”

You whimper and nod.

“What does my sweet doll think about when she’s touching herself?” he teases and your breath hitches in hesitation. “Don’t be nervous,”

“I think about… you… your hands on me, your lips… your cock,” you say sheepishly. “And doing this.”

He chuckles softly and runs his hands over your sides.

You feel wetness pool in your underwear as you continue to grind over him.

He tugs your underwear to the side and watches your wet cunt move against his thigh. He glides his thumb over your slit then runs his thumb over his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he smirks and you whimper into his neck.

Your movements become slackened as you get closer to the edge and Sunghoon notices. He grips your hips to give you some assistance.

“Are you close doll?” he smiles and bites down on his lip.

You nod. “Yes, fuck please don’t stop.”

You bury your face into his neck but he holds your head to get you to face him.

“Look at me princess, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my thigh.” he smirks and caresses your cheek.

He watches as your eyes shut, brows furrow, and mouth parts open. He could cum just from watching you fall apart in front of him.

Sunghoon rubs your back as you slump against him, winded from your orgasm.

“Look at the mess you made,” he says and you look down at the wet patch on his jeans.

Your cheeks heat up and you cuddle into him, too embarrassed to say anything.

You pull away and drop to the floor again. “I wanna try something.”

You unbutton his jeans and tug them down exposing the pale skin on his thighs. You lean forward and plant a kiss on him. A corner of his lips perks up as your mouth opens to softly slide your tongue against his skin.

He reaches down to pet your hair. “My pretty doll,”

You nod and look at him innocently before gently sucking a small blush on his inner thigh. You can see his hard on straining against his boxers as you continue to leave hickies on his thighs. You also notice how his breathing is getting heavy and how his cheeks are getting pink.

He pulls you into his arms and picks you up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He lays you gently on the mattress. You expect him to settle his hips between yours but instead he lays down on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“I just wanted to taste you sweetheart,” he kisses your thigh. “Is that alright?”

You nod excitedly and he smiles.

He pulls your underwear to the side before giving you one gentle lick up your slit. Your thighs shut right away, still jittery from your last orgasm but he pushes them open and holds them down with his lean arms.

You squirm under him and he bites your thigh. “Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.”

You nod and take a deep breath before he delves into your wet cunt. You feel him moan against you as he french kisses your clit. And soon enough, your legs are shaking and your back is arching off the bed.

You tug at his hair and you feel him smile a bit.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper. “Feels so fucking good.”

But then he pulls away and you’re so mad you could punch him.

“Sunghoon-ah!” you scold him and he chuckles, lips glossy with your juices.

“What? I can’t have a little fun with you?” he jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I will become cellibate for a whole month if you keep this shit up.” you huff and he comes up to kiss you.

“No no baby, I’m sorry,” he gives you puppy eyes, something only you ever get to see. “Forgive me.”

You can’t help but smile a bit. “Are you really sorry?”

“Mhm,” he nods, his dark hair brushing against his eyelids.

“Fuck me then,” you tease and he smirks.

He tugs his t-shirt over his head and the golden light of his desk lamp is shining against his back, making it look like he’s glowing right in front of you. Like real life Apollo, even though he’s more of the Athena type.

“Whatcha staring at?” he asks quietly. “Am I that hot?”

You scoff and pull him down for a kiss. He softly rubs your thigh before asking: “Ready?”

You nod and pull at his waist, wanting him closer to you. He caresses your cheek before slowly sliding into you.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck to hide your moans but he pulls your face towards his.

He leans down and softly bites the skin on your throat. You whimper and run your fingers through his hair.

“Harder please,” you beg and he smirks. He holds your thighs and pushes your knees towards your chest before pounding into you. You squeal and grip onto the duvet, overwhelmed by how deep he is inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as his tip brushes against your g spot. You trail your fingers down to rub your clit and he smiles.

“Dirty girl,” he says and you look up at him.

His dark hair is hanging over you and the silver chain around his neck swings with every thrust. His stark features are cut clean and he looks evil and sexy as ever with that determined look on his face.

“Feels so good,” you choke out and he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“So pretty,” he says. “My sweet girl.”

“I- I can’t,” you say, starting to tear up. “It feels too good.”

He pets your hair. “Take it sweetheart, I know you can.”

“I can’t I can’t,” you whimper and he leans down to kiss you, slowing his pace to a delicious grind.

“Yes you can princess,” he says.

“Sunghoon-” you whine. “I’m close.”

He smirks. “Do you want me to go harder?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“Please,” you say and he holds onto the headboard before snapping his hips into yours.

He holds tight onto your waist with his free hand as your back arches. Your eyes roll back as warm waves of pleasure wash over you.

“Good girl,” Sunghoon coos, “that’s it cum all over this cock.”

His thrusts slow don’t as he releases into you with a low grunt.

You giggle as he slumps on top of you, tired and a bit sweaty. After a few kisses he pulls out and watches his seed drip out of you.

He gets off the bed and picks you up bridal style. “Let’s go take a shower, and maybe we can have some fun there too.”

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mandareeboo · 3 years

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SU Music Rankings

Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.

I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.

Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.

1.) Change

Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not.

If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.

2.) Change Your Mind

This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me.

As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.

3.) Drift Away

This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.

4.) Here We Are In The Future

THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON’T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.

This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.

5.) Let’s Only Think About Love

Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.

6.) Here Comes A Thought

This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.

And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.

7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?

Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!

There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.

8.) Stronger Than You

Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa

To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.

9.) Other Friends

I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.

10.) Independent Together

This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it

11.) Who We Are

Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.

12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)

It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky.

I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!

13.) Something Entirely New

I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.

And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.

14.) I’m Just a Comet

The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.

15.) Do It For Her

This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”

Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.

Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.

16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)

I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.

Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.

17.) Full Disclosure

This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster.

The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.

18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?

I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.

19.) Tower of Mistakes

This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.

Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.

20.) On the Run

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs!

The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.

21.) Be Wherever You Are

This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.

22.) Familiar

I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.

23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart

Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one

24.) What Can I Do?

I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.

Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.

25.) Cookie Cat

I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”

26.) Giant Woman

I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly.

The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.

27.) Strong in the Real Way

This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong.

And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?

28.) That Distant Shore

I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.

But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.

29.) Dear Old Dad

I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.

Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 39

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: boy, did i take a lot of time to post this but it’s the last one and i am on the ground crying. thank you so much for supporting this work. i am so lucky for having all of you xx

Bucky woke up with an odd cold feeling in the spot where Y/N usually used to lie. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, hand roaming around the bed to find her hot body but nothing; he was alone in bed. He groaned, moving out of the bed as he kicked into protective mode. She shouldn’t be up this early at least not after he’d kept her up all night and if she was awake, it could be for no good reason. His hand blindly found the door as the other looked for something to wear so he wouldn’t walk full on commando in the living room and scare the neighbour who lived in the building next to his. Opening the door, he found her surrounded by papers, her laptop laying on top of her legs, glasses slightly and slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose. Bucky leaned against the door ledge, a stupid lovesick smirk on his lips as he examined her. Somehow, she had managed to find her underwear, the cutest little white, blue and pink corset and matching panties covered by a white dressing gown which just looked delightfully sinful with his hickeys and bite marks spread across her tender skin. He shouldn’t feel so cocky about marking her, yet the mere sight of it woke up an ego like pride which made him want to show her around to everyone who’d bother look. Yet, another part of him wanted to keep her all to himself. Obviously he knew he couldn’t, she was more of the world than she was of him and he would always be madly in love with her no matter what.

- Mrs. Barnes, you are interrupting our honeymoon period. - he joked, walking behind the couch to kiss her temple. - What are you doing up at 5AM? Are you gonna go on a run with me?

- I’m just looking at my contract. - she closed her laptop with a sigh. - Iron clad contract, can’t believe I signed it.

- Princess, it was your first agency. You couldn’t have possibly known.

- My dad is a lawyer, my siblings are lawyers, my grandparents were lawyers. How did I let this happen? Why didn’t I haggle? Why don’t we have a prenup?

- Your mum is a chef, maybe you took after her. - he joked more to himself than to her. - Also what does a prenup has to do with it? Are you planning on divorcing me already?

- When I sent the contract over to my dad he asked if I had gotten a prenup when I got married and I know he likes you but he kept yapping about a prenup and how smart women get prenups and I can’t believe I don’t have a prenup and that I signed this contract. - she spoke as fast as a freight train, not even taking a slight break. Bucky noticed the tea cup by her side which, judging by her quick speak, probably wasn’t filled with tea.

- Princess, did you have some of my coffee?

- I did, I needed to be awake.

- It’s extra strong coffee, doll. You barely drink coffee, it can’t possibly be ... uhm ...

- I am jittery. - she interrupted him. - I’ve read this a thousand times and unless another agency fights my agency for a contract with me, I am stuck on ensemble for the rest of my life and it’s not like agencies are fighting for good old me.

- Okay ... - he took her laptop away from her placing it somewhere on the ground before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her on top of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, cuddling against his still warm torso from the heat int he bedroom. - Listen princess, you need to take your mind out of that. It’s no use re-reading that contract over and over again.

- My career is over and I’m not good at anything else.

- Your career is not over. - his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her hair away from it before placing a small kiss to her shoulder. She merely cuddled against him, those contract words tattooed on her mind. - There’s no way that contract is legal after he’s charged with harassing you, princess. You just need to relax now.

- I don’t know.

- Let’s go to Florence. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - Let’s go. What’s stopping us?

- I don’t know ... we can’t go.

- Don’t make me use the husband card. - he pointed at her playfully. - You’re not gonna want to be here during his trial anyway, precious.

- Maybe you’re right. - she leaned onto him, her arms wrapping against his torso. - You really think I’m not over?

- I would never let that happen, would I?

10 years later

Bucky felt the sun kiss his skin, the early yet soft wind of March passing by the quiet streets of London as he walked down the street in dark jeans and a equally dark blue henley. He stood by the little white building, sunglasses on as the bell rang and suddenly the boast of laughter erupted from inside the building followed by thousands of little legs running outside. He remained stoic until his smile pulled slightly up as between so many children, he spotted the thick brown curls of his daughter who rushed down the stairs in her little uniform and ladybug bag. She stopped at the bottom off the stairs, looking around until she spotted her dad. A smile, identical to her father’s, formed in her face as she rushed towards Bucky with open arms. He pretended to step back as she collided against him, before pulling her up and kissing her cheek. The 4 year old giggled, her arms wrapping around her dad’s neck as he walked away from her nursery.

- We learned about the letters in our names today, daddy! - she started to relate what she had happened during her day immediately after they were far away from the crowd.

- No way, ladybug.

- Yeah. My name has a B, just like yours, daddy. - Bucky knew he should tell his daughter at some point that his name was not Bucky and that it was merely a nickname but he couldn’t bear tell her. She just looked so happy.

- Thank god we match, right ladybug?

She nodded her head, cuddling against her dad as he continued to walk in the affluent area of London. The weather was nice, a good omen for the big event of the evening. He was so proud as he saw the theatre walls with a photo of his wife, her name printed with the label Tony Award Winner under it. She deserved it, she deserved it so much and he could not even express in words how proud he was of her. The move back to her hometown had been a difficult one but seeing everything going right, seeing how happy she was ... god, he could swell up with pride.

He went around the theatre, finding the backstage door and entering it. His daughter jumped off, little eyes looking around with so much wonder. He was almost sure she’d end up like his mother, a little star. The orchestra tuning could be heard from the walls, people and cast were running around preparing for the opening night. Blair held up his hand, pushing him through the crowd and up the stairs where the dressing rooms were.

- Mumma! - she walked into her mother’s opened dressing room. Y/N dropped whatever she was doing to go hug her daughter, immediately preparing her with lipstick stained kisses. - Mumma, my name has a B like daddy.

- No way. - she smiled, leaning her forehead against hers. - Ain’t daddy a lucky man?

- Daddy is a lucky man, alright. - he chuckled, walking up to his two girls. - You look precious, princess.

- I’m nervous. - he muttered towards her husband, who merely smiled before kissing her. - I’m serious.

- Well, every time you tell me you’re nervous, something great happens, doesn’t it? - he looked at his daughter; the last time she had told him she was nervous was before Blair was born. - Me and Blair are gonna be there, watching you be splendid.

- I wanna go see Chuck. - Blair jumped away from his mother too, running to the next door dressing room and leaving the two lovers alone in the dressing room covered in red flowers, all curtesy of Bucky. The minute he had the theatre address, he started sending roses, lilies and even more every single day.

- Wish me luck? - she put her hands on top of his shoulders, almost slowly dancing with him.

- You don’t need any luck. You’re always perfect.

- You’re extremely biased, Mr. Barnes.

- No, I just have an extremely talented wife, Mrs. Barnes.

- 5 minute call. - the voice came through the voice on the speaker.

- Love me even if I fail?

- Love you ‘til the end of time.

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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Brothers' children go to school for the first time

This has humor fluff and little angst(or I believe so in Levi's part lol)

Lucifer:

*He knows his daughter has to go to school, can't keep her homeschooled, as much as he's against the idea of separating himself from his child, but after some convinving from Diavolo about enrolling Lucille and the other children in the new RAD Kindergarten that he has built as an addition, he finally relents.

*He's still bitter about it, Lucille has spent her first five years with him. Let's not mention that Lucifer is very possessive father and the idea of sharing his daughter with another teacher that he doesn't know, doesn't work well with him.

*He crouches down in one knee to see Lucille eye to eye, when they finally arrive the kindergarten, sighing.

"Lucille, today you will be going to school. It will be only for a short time and we will see each other again during the middle day... so if you want to cry-"

"Goodbye, Papa. I'm ready to go to my class."

*The small demoness cuts off her father and gives him a quick hug before she carries her lunch box and her backpack all proudly to her class.

*There she goes. His pride and joy walking inside the door... why does he feel his eyes wet? Is he crying?! No way! No. Prideful demon regains his composture and stands up proud.

"Be a good girl. I love you."

*The other brothers have to see Lucifer all restless and jittery back at the House of Lamentation, thinking that Lucille might finally be crying for him and that needs to be there for her. No parent likes to be away from their child for so much.

*When Lucille gets back, bombards her with questions about how her day was, if other children made her cry, he'll go personally tomorrow there and will teach them a lesson. He's not lying there. So Lucille has to deal with a very helicopter dad the rest of the day.

Mammon:

*What? Why should his little son go to school so young?! He's so against it will fight whoever tries to separate him from HIS son. But Lucifer buds in and explains him that it's not a choice he should make, his son needs education outside home. So he has no other choice but to accept the fact that he has to be away from Junior.

"Junior, I didn't want this to happen. But son, you must go there for a few hours... we must separate for a bit. But don't worry, daddy will get you the biggest ice cream after school!"

"D-Daddy, I must go from you?"

*Dear gosh, when Junior's eyes start to well up with tears at being away from his father, Mammon loses it and holds his boy tightly possessively.

"No. No. NO. No, son. You and I will go to the casino and get ice cream together-"

"Mammon?"

*Of course Lucifer won't allow that, he understand the feeling of emptiness without a child, but he has to make sure Mammon doesn't actually make Junior skip school.

*Junior is taken away by the nannies of the kindergarten, as he sees his daddy for the last time(at least for the next few hours) with tears in his eyes.

"Bye-bye, Daddy...."

"JUNIOR!!!!!"

*Lucifer now has to hold a wailing Mammon who struggles to get to his little boy as he sees him being led inside the classroom. It surely will be a long day because Mammon is crying so hard and trying to get Junior back. In the end he hangs Mammon up from the ceiling to prevent him from going to the kindergarten until the calsses are done. Then he's let down and when Junior comes running to him, he picks him up and holds him back protectively, sobbing.

"O-oh, Junior, o-oh, my son!"

Leviathan:

*If you think this dad will accept by choice to let his daughter go away from him, then you're so wrong. Oh ho, in his demon form he threatens to summon Lotan forward while he holds Leviosa in arms.

"Don't think I will leave my daughter to strangers. She IS MY daughter!"

*Of course after a threat from Lucifer to throw his mangas and games, along with consoles in the fireplace to watch them burn, he quickly wises up and ighs in defeat, his little daughter has to go from him.

"I'm so sorry, 'Osa... you have to go to school."

"N-o-o-o-ooo! I don't wanna, I don't wanna, Daddy!"

*Oh sweet Rurichan, he's not prepared to see his little one cling from him and crying loudly. He sniffles and cries with Leviosa as he hugs them to his chest.

"I a-also don't wanna leave you, 'Osa!"

*The both of them throw a scene and everyone's watching at them cry and lament their departure. Lucifer has to forcefully detach Leviosa from Levi, handing her over to a nanny and apologizing for the scandal. He has to hug Levi tightly and try to reassure him that he'll see his child again in a few hours.

*When school's over, Levi practically zooms over and snatches away Leviosa from the nanny and hugs her protectively, checking her all around and threatening to summon Lotan forward to destroy this school if harm was placed upon his daughter. After the first day, Lucifer has to take Leviosa himself to school and keep Levi locked in his room because dear Diavolo, he always threathens to pull Lotan to it.

Satan:

*Sending Sandy to school when he, himself can teach her all what he knows. Stupid. Utter stupidity, he's more wrathful and dangerous.

"I'm not sending Sandy away, Lucifer. You cannot make me."

*After a confrontation between Satan and Lucifer, in the end Lucifer wins and Satan reluctantly accepts to take his daughter to school. Still thinking this idea is stupid, he doesn't want strangers to teach his child when he knows everything to pepper her little smart brain instead of another demon.

"Listen to me, Sandy, today you have to go to school and stay away from me for a little while... be good and don't let other brats bully you. You can beat them up-"

"Satan."

*Of course that wasn't a good advice to give a child. So Satan just let Sandy walk calmly to her class. She was like Lucille who didn't start crying when being led to the classroom, the two of them are really mature for their ages.

*Satan reads the whole morning, but can't help but wonder what his daughter is doing at this time and if he should go check. Absolutely goes to check on her, when Lucifer is busy with holding crying Levi tightly.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you and how you were doing, is it enjoyable or boring?"

"I like it. I can read more here!"

*Pleased with her answer, Satan nods at her with a gentle smile and pats her head, letting her back to class. Stays for the reminder of the school day and gets Sandy with him to the library to get a new book.

Asmodeus:

*Well school is handy when he wants to go to party and can't take his son with him. So with no problem he accepts this and enrolls Cosmo in school with his brothers and their kids.

*Dresses Cosmo in the most elegant and fashionable clothes, so he can be the star of the classroom.

"You look fabulous, my son! Surely you will be the star, don't stop saying that you're the most beautiful! No other child can measure up to your own beauty."

*Cosmo's as narcissistic as his dad so he smiles brightly when he's praised and told this stuff.

"Of course, Daddy dear, I am beautiful just like you and nobody else will match to me. I am the king of beauty!"

*Asmo is really sure about it and hugs his son goodbye. At least Lucifer didn't have to intervene and make Asmo let Cosmo go inside. Asmo goes to party and finds out that this is a party where parents and kids can go but Cosmo was left behind in school, so he sulks the whole party, realizing that he misses his son quite a lot.

*First party that he isn't enjoying at all, checks his D.D.D every second and wonders how his boy is doing. When it is time to get Cosmo back he runs to the kindergarten and sees him covered in golden star stickers.

"See, Daddy dear? I told you I'm beautiful and the teacher gave me all these stickers!"

"Good job, son! I'm so proud of you!"

Beelzebub:

*Sad face. He has to be apart from his little Berith. He doesn't objects and goes with a grim look on his face, holding his boy's hand to the entrance of the school.

"My son, I have to leave you here. Go learn and make new friends."

"Are you ok, Daddy?"

*Berith isn't the one who cries at being away, Beel is crying and wiping at his eyes for he doesn't really wants to say goodbye to his boy and leave him here.

"Yes... I will be. I just don't want to go away from you...."

"Oh, Daddy, it'll be only for a bit."

*Berith hugs his father for abit, but Beel keeps hugging him for more minutes than he's expected too. Until Lucifer gently tells him that he should let Berith go and he obliges, much to his oldest brother's relief. Berith takes his huge lunch box full with lots of food with him going inside his class.

*Beel is left with sadness as he returns home and isn't even hungry, doesn't feel the same when his boy isn't with him, so he sighs. Belphie, comforts him with reassurances that he'll see Berith soon enough.

*When seeing his boy again, he's happy again and takes Berith to McDevil's to get a huge burger and many other food.

Belphegor:

*Well, is he's honest with himself, he loves his twins but he also likes to sleep all morning, so school really is useful in this case. He agrees with not much reluctance.

*It's pretty early in the morning, he's trying his best to not doze off as he walks his twins to the school entrance. He's too sleepy that his words tangle alltogether and he ends up saying something different from what he actually meant to say.

"*yawn* Alright boys... remember this: Drink your school... stay in sleep, don't do milk.... and get eight hours of drugs..."

*Beliel and Beleth grin and nod yes at their father, walking inside the classroom. Lucifer frowns deeply, that's not what Belphie meant to say, so he has to go after those little rascals as quickly as possible and explain to them that their father was just too sleepy to speak coherently.

*Belphie just sleeps throughout the time the twins are in school, not really waking or getting sad because they're away. And before he knows, his twins are napping next to him as Beel has brought them to him, knowing Belphie would still be sleeing to get them himself.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanons #parenting headcanons #demon bros as papas

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claireunoia · 3 years

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Hey! Could you write something with the reader being really sick and she even needs to throw up during a dinner with May and Peter gets freaked out when his aunt asks if she's pregnant, so he is all like IDK IS SHE????

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝐩.𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ೃ࿔₊•

❥⋆｡˚ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 ��𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 ♡.

❥⋆｡˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❥⋆｡˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 2256 *long for no reason, i went too far and for what? we dont know*

❥⋆｡˚ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵? :)

⇢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : heyyy baes, im once back with another fic. i just wanna say shoutout to nonnie babe for sending this bc i am LIVING for this concept and i had so much fun making this. also this is a bit more than what u asked for nonnie but i thought it would be fun to add sum extra stuff bc im extra myself. as always i luv u and i hope u enjoy mwah mwah! <3

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

────✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ────

it was a beautiful sunday evening when aunt may made plans for her favorite people on the planet- well besides happy, to come on over and have a big dinner with her.

it had been awhile since may saw the both of you and it upset her but luckily seeing you both this sunday would cure her missing sickness. she was just getting started on the mash potatoes late because she was so in the rush to make everything perfect for you two, “well looks like its gonna go horrible” may thought to herself and aloud to the jittery man beside her.

“no no i believe you do it like this, honey” happy insisted for what felt like the 1300 time. but may once more waved him off with a hand, “babe, i can make mash potatoes!”

“im not saying you can’t, i-it just look like your doing it very... wrong” he grimaced as look over her work, which made may swat him on the arm lightly. “hey!”

“i’m sorry, okay! just keep doing you with those ugly mash potatoes, sweetpea” and before may could push him again, happy ran to the refrigerator with a chuckle leaving him while doing so. “what am i going to do haps, the kids love mash potatoes! they’ll die if i don’t make it” may exaggerates with a whine, her glasses falling down a bit at her little stomp of her feet.

“honey, its fine just keep trying. the kids will still be alive without them, its not that big of a deal” may nodded at his words with a pout but still not letting the mash potatoes get to her and began to get back started with them. “i will cook the hell out of these mash potatoes” is what kept motivating may to finish them before you two arrived-

*ding-ding* happy gasped when he heard the door bell go off. as much as he likes to hide it, he’s really thrilled to see peter and you but he’ll definitely never ever tell peter that.

“that must be the kids!”

“ohmygosh! go open the door”

“i will! just stay focus on not burning the place down”

with that happy jogged to the door and quickly opened it. the door opened and revealed you and peter behind it, wide smiles etched on both of your faces. “happy!” you shrieked with waving hands in excitement, happy was unable to register the big hug you just endured him with, an “oof” leaving him at quick impact.

“wow, look at you, kiddo. when have you gotten so strong eh?” happy manages to speak out, your arms squeezing him tightly. his own arm snaking up to wrap around you in a nice hug. he hates these but he’ll deal with it today because he missed you guys.

“its been too long” you thought to yourself as you basked in the hug.

“peter’s been having me work out and such these days, i hate it” you frown, which made happy chuckle and falter at the mention of peter, peters right here in front of you his mind reminds. wait he’s right in front of me-

“spidey!” happy chirps, now his turn to squeeze peter tightly. his arms wrapping around both of peters arms, trapping him into the hug which happy had no cares about.

“hey, whats up happy! your really excited to see me huh? wait—“ peter stopped his sentence and took in the way happy was hugging him tightly with a smile, a teasing hum leaving from him, “aww did you miss me, happy bear?” peters smile now turning into a grin at the wayyy too happy man thats hugging him.

at peter words happy quickly let him go and began to walk away from the both of you with a groan leaving him. “just had to ruin it” you both heard him mumble with an irritated voice as he walked away into the dinning room.

and soon as happy left, entered the one and only may. a loud shriek leaving her lips at the sight of you both. “oh my goodness! look at you both!” the woman exclaims with exciting waves of her hands. she ran up to you first and pulled you into a awaiting embrace, and hum left from the both of you at long awaited contact. “oh honey, look at you. your glowing, so gorgeous” may express with a ginormous smile, yours soon matching hers. aww you really love this woman.

“aunt may, i see your still killing all the other aunts out there like it ain’t nothin’” you compliment back with a shocked face which may waved off with a “stop it”

“hey, your nephew is here!” peter shouted towards may with faux jealousy in his tone, his teeth coming into view at the embrace may rushed to get in as soon as she heard his voice. “and look at you sweetheart, you just keep getting more and more handsome” may pinches his now rosy cheeks with a pout on her lips. a giggle leaving you at the look on peters face.

“thanks may, you and happy looks so good and healthy” may snorted at peters words. “he looks so healthy because of me, kid”

“figures” you side comment which made peter chuckle and may giggle, going to close the door that has been oddly opened for a long time. her arms then wrapped around both of yours and peter shoulders and began to walk you to the dinning room where all of the food was a nice setup on the table to perfection as may like to say.

“have a seat!” may announce to you both excitedly, you both followed her words and began moving to your seats. peter took the seat that sat across from happy and you took the one right next to peter that faced happy as well.

“be right back” may say before disappearing into the kitchen which left you and happy and peter. when you tried to say something to peter all of a sudden you felt a twinge of pain in your stomach, your hand going over your tummy to try and reduce it but it wasn’t doing anything. peter saw your face falter and began to grow a bit worried, his eyebrows pinching together. “are you okay?” he whispers and you answer back to his question with a nod, “just random cramp i’m guessing” you shrugged off with a small smile because worried peter is not something you want to start off.

happy was unbothered when all of this went down, his glasses-covered eyes on his phone, doing whatever he does on his cellphone which none of you know.

a couple seconds passed before may came back of the kitchen, a large bowl of mash potatoes in her hands and a giddy look on her face but it quickly turned into a scowl when she spit happy on his phone at the table. “happy! phone down” she instructed, the man listening quickly; his hand going down to put his phone back into his pocket.

may place the mash potatoes in the center of the small dining table, completing the evenings dinner.

“the food looks amazing” peter comments with a glint in his eye, a hum of agreement leaving you. peter was so hungry that he could eat up the whole table twice.

may chuckled, “thanks honey, lets eat everyone!”

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you have been experiencing a stomach bug without peters knowing for a couple of days now and it was really hitting now at the dinner table. you were hungry but you knew if you took a bite of anything you wouldn’t be able to keep it down. you’ll just have to suck it up and try to keep it down because you didn’t want to look like an asshole by not eating the food may had been working on for hours.

while you were contemplating your boyfriend was on his third plate, the food all over his lips. “he looks so cute” you thought with a giggle that was apparently audible because peter looked up at you with puppy colored eyed that made you swoon, he looks child like. he pouted when he made contact with you, stopping the fork from entering his mouth.

“what? am i eating too disgustingly?” he ask with a whisper towards you, consciously grabbing a napkin to rub at his lips and around his mouth.

“you’re good, babe” you shook your head with a grin, your thumb going to rub at a food spot he missed with the napkin. peter smiled at the action, kissing your hand before you could drop it.

“you kids are disgusting” happy cringed, his eyes watching the brief moment you both just shared with an eye roll.

“no one asked you to watch, they’re in love” may swoon which both of you and peter groaned at, hating the attention on the both of you all of a sudden.

happy grunted and went back to eating his food, peter following right behind him. the boy as well starting to eat his food once more.

after a quick beat of a second you picked up your fork and place a bit of mash potatoes with some meat on top and placed the silverware into your mouth. immediately the flavors bursted into your mouth, a delighted moan leaving you at the flavor that came from the food you just consumed.

“so good!” you announced with food still in your mouth, your hand going over your lips to block any from exiting while you were speaking. “she likes the mash potatoes, happy!” may cheered, a certain look on her face that pointed to happy that basically said “i told you so” which he responded with a “congrats, honey”

you smiled at the interaction, chewing up the last bit of the food before swallowing it; and as soon the food went and traveled down your throat you felt your stomach go all weird. it felt like you were going to be sick. you started to feel the annoying— continuous amount of saliva pooling in your mouth and you knew only one thing... you needed to get away from this table. quickly.

you hurried and pushed your chair back so fast that it alarmed everyone at the table. as you got up everyone watched you travel at the speed of light to the bathroom and not too long began to hear the cringey, face-twisting sounds of you vomiting. immediately peter rose up from his seat with wide concern eyes and followed the directions you were just running to that led to the bathroom.

he comes rushing into the sight of you bent over the toilet, trying to hold your hair as best you could which wasn’t much so peter came to your aid, coming behind you to gather all of your hair and hold it. while he was holding your hair, he rubbed a soothing, warm hand along your back with comforting words.

back in the dining room there were only two people left sitting at the table.

may sat with a shocked look on her face while happy was wide-eyed. after a beat of silence happy dropped his fork in conclusion “i told you, you cook it weirdly” he voiced out with a nonchalant voice which caused may to snap her head at him with narrowed eyes.

“hush up, happy” and with that she got up from the table and went to the bathroom where you and peter were still in the same position.

“oh jeez y/n” may cooed when she saw you sitting in front of the toilet, you just finishes with throwing up the last contents.

peter closed both toilet lids with a grimaced before flushing it, leaning back to lift you up and place you on the toilet to sit on. “peter i can move by myself you know,” you reminded him, to which he answered with a roll of his eyes. “hey stop talking, you stink”

he than went to grab some tissues to wipe at both your nose and mouth, throwing it away in the trash bin besides him afterwards.

a loud gasp is what knocked the both of you back into reality again, looking for the source of the sound you both found may with her hand covering her mouth. “oh dear, are you pregnant?!”

and that really shook peter, his hand falling from your face to grab at the back of his neck, eyes moving to may and yours; back to mays and now finally back to yours. “w-wait shes not pregnant— wait your not pregnant are you y/n? i saw you earlier holding your stomach at the table— oh my god are you pregnant?” he rambled with an exasperate tone to his voice that somehow kept going higher and higher.

“what? peter, i’m not pregnant! we haven’t had sex in like weeks, i’m just going through a stomach bug!”

“why not tell me about it? i would like to know when my girlfriend is not feeling well!”

the last and final person finally reached the door, joining the little gathering in the bathroom where you and peter were now conversing, loudly. happy sighed, his hand placing itself on mays shoulder.

“welp there goes dinner”

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turtleedovee · 3 years

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Life Has a Funny Way of Working Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,111

Warnings: Cursing, abuse, angst, small descriptions of blood and bruises, shouting, breaking things (that’s about it but if you guys have anything else i’ll gladly add it to the list)

A/N: this is my first bucky fic ahh! idk if i’ve ever posted any fanfics on this blog before which is crazy. i was thinking of making a side blog but whatever it works here. this is gonna be a series of sorts. maybe three chapters, 4? we’ll see. reader is a female and has powers oOoOoo. i’ll post this on AO3 as well so check out my account on there too! i’ll reblog this post with the ao3 link once i publish it on there if you wanna leave kudos or see my other work 👀but anyways i’m done talking, i hope you enjoy! (not my gif)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You sighed at your boyfriend’s anger and frustration, you didn’t blame him of course, you had just told him you wanted to break up.

“Please just calm down and let’s talk about this-” You tapped the table lightly, signaling him to just take a seat because he wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth.

“No, I’m not gonna sit down, what the hell? Why are you doing this to me?” He ran his hand down his face; you were really hoping this wouldn’t turn into some big thing but life has a funny way of working out.

“We talked about this. You are constantly complaining about me not being around enough because you just want to hang out with me, which is sweet of you, but after thinking about it, I am not what you need right now, I can’t be an attentive girlfriend right now and you know why.” You tried to reason with him but he was still standing up, all jittery. You really did think about this long and hard; he was always upset about you being away on missions constantly but you had warned him about that the first time you both went on a date.

“Yeah, yeah whatever you save the fucking world, then why did you decide to put me through this if you knew you weren’t gonna be around.” He accused you.

“Wow.” You were starting to get upset, standing up you started defending yourself. “I told you what we were in for if we started dating, you told me you didn’t care and wanted to be with me either way. So you knew this was going to be difficult, now I’m giving you an out. You can go be with someone who will be there for you alright? I can’t be that for you and I’m sorry.” He scoffed and turned away from you, after a couple of seconds of silence he turned around and looked at you in shock.

“Oh my god.”

You shook your head confused. “What?”

“You’ve been cheating on me.”

“What!?” Now it was your turn to shout. You could not believe how and where he drew his conclusion.

“No yeah, yeah!” He shouted as if he was trying to convince himself of this. “You constantly hang around this boy’s clubs all the time and what? I’m supposed to believe you’re just going on missions?” He said stepping forward.

You scoffed, honestly amazed as to how he was trying to blame this on you. “Yes! I am away trying not to die constantly to save the world your ass is living in.” You shouted, you clenched your fist so angry as to how this was the same guy who brought you flowers after you came back from your first mission while you two were a couple.

“Oh so now this is my fault.” He waved his arms around, exasperated. “Honestly how am I supposed to believe you.”

“You’re supposed to believe me because I wouldn’t lie to you. Because we’re in a relationship, isn’t that what it’s all about? Trust? I can not believe we are having this conversation right now.” You stepped closer now, just tired of this whole evening.

“Well if you didn’t want to have this conversation maybe you shouldn’t have decided to dump me.” He yelled and then did the most childish thing you could think of: he punched your wall and made a hole in the column right next to the kitchen.

Now you were angry, mainly because you were going to have to pay to have that fixed, or else your landlady would never let you hear the end of it, but also because he was acting like a child. “I decided to end this relationship because I couldn’t be the girlfriend you wanted me to be. You are constantly bitching and moaning that I don’t give you enough attention while I’m out there busting my ass working tirelessly day and night trying to oh I don’t know, save the damn world you live in and you decide to just complain about how you don’t have anyone to watch a movie with you? Honestly dating you had been like having a second job, fuck you-” Suddenly he turned around and swung at you.

Not a slap, it was a punch. He hit you with his right hand and hit the left side of your face, you’ve always been told to expect punches and hits, hell, one of the first rules you learned was to always protect the face. But no training could ever prepare you for the person that you cared for most would decide to swing at you.

The impact was enough to turn you around and almost cause you to fall but the couch was on your right-hand side so as your body motioned to the right you instinctively reached out for the couch and balanced yourself.

You reached out to touch the spot where he hit and realized he broke some skin. As you removed your hand from the side of your face you realized that there was a little bit of blood. You didn’t look at him, trying to compose yourself and not explode.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You should’ve used your powers

You reacted too slowly

Your powers could’ve stopped him

You should’ve broken up with him in public

He wouldn’t hit you in front of random strangers like he did now… right?

A million and one things ran through your head but finally, after an excruciating 5 seconds of silence, you spoke quietly. “Get out.”

He looked at you as if he was confused as to what you meant by that, but still, he did not move.

“I said get out. Now.” You turned to him, stared him dead in the eye, and pointed to the door. “We’re done. I want you to leave and never speak to me again.”

He shook his head and began to talk, “Babe, c’mon you know I didn’t mean it.” He started walking closer to you and reached out for your arm, but you were ready this time.

You lurched your arm forward and up, lifting the now terrified man in the air, he knew about your powers and what they could do, but you promised to never use them on him; now those promises meant nothing to you.

“I told you to leave. You refuse to listen so here is how this is going to go,” You tilted your head slightly to the right and lifted him up higher, he tried moving his arms but your powers kept them to the side of his body, “you are going to leave. I don’t ever want to see you again, don’t look for me, don’t talk to me, do not even breathe the same fucking air as me. And if I ever see you in my line of sight again, I will not hesitate to end you. Are we clear?” He just stayed there staring at you. “Oh, and I almost forgot.” Using your free hand you motioned it up and to the side, two keys coming out of his pocket and landing in your hand. It was the spare keys you gave him when you first moved to the apartment so that way he could wait for you until you got home. “I’ll be needing these back, thank you.” Putting them away safely in your pocket, now ensuring he won’t be able to get into your apartment complex again. “Now leave.” Once again using your free hand you waved and the door began to open inwards revealing the empty hall. You moved your hand that held him in place towards it and launched him forward, his back hitting the wall. The last thing you saw was him starting to get up but you didn’t give him much of a chance to do anything else until waved for the door to close. Finally letting out the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in, you ran for the door and double-locked it; turning around and resting your back against the door breathing heavily, you stayed there trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

This man was stubborn as hell and you hated him for that. He stayed at your door for god knows how long, occasionally weeping and saying he was sorry for what he did, begging you to let him back inside to talk it out, to bangs on the door and screams shouting things at you whether calling you a “slut” or saying that he straight-up hated you. You were starting to regret asking Fury to find you a complex that had no other tenants on the same floor because you knew by now someone would’ve heard and called to complain, but since the complex was four stories and you were in the building furthest from the staircase, no one could hear anything.

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He checked his phone for the third time in the last 5 minutes

Sent 1 hour ago

Shit…

He turned off his phone and threw his head back sighing. His partner now getting annoyed.

“Look man, don’t worry about it maybe she got just forgot or something,” Sam spoke, looking at Bucky who’s stare stayed unwavering at the ceiling.

“I don’t like it, Sam, she said she would text us once she finished breaking up with that douche bag.” Checking his phone once more, all that stared back was the 4 texts he had sent back to back constantly checking in. You had told him not to call but part of him itched to just hit the dial button and make sure you were okay.

“She’ll call us when she’s ready to talk, so just give her some space.” Sam tried to ease his nerves, but Bucky knew something was off, he felt it in his gut. It wasn’t like you to just not leave a message in case nothing happened.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Bucky began to get up from the couch.

“Buck-” Sam warned.

“She said she was gonna text us once she finished dumping that guy, that was 3 hours ago and we haven’t heard anything from her. If it’s nothing then I’ll come back.” Bucky grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Sam only shook his head knowing he couldn’t stop him now.

“Fine, but be careful alright. If this guy is still there by the time you come I don’t think he’ll be very happy to see you.” Sam chuckled a little.

But Bucky rolled his eyes and headed out.

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He arrived at your apartment complex in a little under 15 minutes, trying really hard not to break any traffic laws. But it didn’t matter after what felt like forever he looked at the building now shrouded in darkness since the sun had set less than half an hour ago. He tried looking for your window to see any signs of people in there, not getting very far he decided to go up to your door and knock.

This building was not the most secure in the world. The front gate that led to every tenant space was left open so getting in was a breeze. After climbing a few sets of stairs he finally reached your door. The first thing he noticed was the dent on the wall that wasn’t there the last time he came to visit. He tried looking under the door to see any movement but all he saw was something dark standing in front of the door. But didn’t hear anyone speaking; so he just decided to knock quietly hoping you would answer and explain how you were just fine and how everything had gone well.

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Today couldn’t have been any worse

You heard another knock.

Dear fucking god can he not quit

It had been nearly 5 minutes since you heard the last knock and wanted to look to see if he was finally gone but something in your body told you not to move. You have never been this paralyzed in fear. You had gone through worse things before in your life as an Avenger but those guys were bad, they meant to do harm and had no reason to give you any false sense of security, but he did.

Knock knock knock

You couldn’t take it anymore. He had been at the door for over an hour and you just wanted to be left alone, so you got up created a ball of pure energy in your hand made solely out of anger, just ready to blast the ever-living shit out of him.

You began to open the door and started to wind your hand back ready to launch the ball of energy in his face, “I thought I told you to leave me the fu-”

“Woah Woah Woah-!” You heard a voice say, and when you actually looked at who it was you realized it wasn’t your now ex.

“Bucky?” You asked in disbelief, still ready to launch your hand forward at any second. He held his gloved hands above him to cover his face from being blasted right off. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you. You weren’t answering your messages so I got worried.” He said, slowly lowering his hands.

You followed his movement lowering your own raised hand and dispelled the energy ball, fading away just like your anger.

You sighed in relief. “Oh,” you started realizing that he could probably see the mark on your face so you slowly rested the left side of your face on the door, slightly flinching at the contact, not expecting it to hurt as much, you hoped Bucky didn’t notice. “Well, uh, everything is fine.” You told him, giving a small smile.

He tried looking inside, “You sure?”

“Yes I am very sure, it all went smoothly.” You knew lying was going to get you nowhere with him, he was pretty perceptive.

“Okay, so you wouldn’t mind letting me in?” He pressed on, he knew he was getting nowhere standing outside the door, while you were inside desperately trying to hide something.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, trying not to alert him of anything going wrong, but you knew if you told him he couldn’t come in he would suspect something and the last thing you wanted was for this to turn into something worse than it already was.

“Of course, come on in.” You opened the door gesturing to come in, already regretting your decision.

“So, who were you trying to blast?” Bucky asked as you let him in, he examined the living room, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Your beige couch was slightly slanted forward but other than that everything else seemed to be in place, he did notice however, you having your back towards him, not making eye contact.

“Hmm?” You asked slightly distracted. “Oh, uh my neighbor’s kids, you know they keep running up and down the stairs and hallway.” You said, hoping he believed you, though you wouldn’t even believe your own lie given how shaky your voice was getting,

You cleared your throat, “Want some tea? I’m gonna make some right now.” Hoping a distraction would get you through this.

“No thank you I’m good, so uh, what did he say when you decided to break it off with him?” Bucky asked.

You weren’t ready to discuss this now, but what choice did you have, you could tell he was getting suspicious about something, so you just had to convince him it was nothing.

“Oh you know, he was upset obviously, but what’re you going to do.” You tried sounding nonchalant about the whole thing, you talked all the while putting water in the kettle and put it on the stove to boil. “He was upset but understood why I did it, and then uh, left.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Mhmm.” You spoke, the kettle starting to scream a little, grabbing your mug.

“So, if he just up and left without any struggle… then who made this hole in the wall?” Bucky asked as he tapped the wall with his knuckle.

Your fingers slipped and you dropped your mug, first hitting the counter then smashing into pieces on the floor, the screams of the kettle now almost piercing.

“Shit.” You whispered, for dropping the mug and completely forgetting about the hole he made right before he hit you.

“Woah, hey are you okay?” Bucky turned around and saw you on your knees trying to pick up the broken pieces of the mug you had just dropped.

You were at your tipping point. Everything felt like it was unraveling all at once, you tried picking up the broken pieces of the mug, hardly noticing your tears trickling down and hitting the floor.

Bucky turned off the stove to stop the screaming and went up to you, gently putting his hand on your back. “Hey don’t worry about it okay? It’s just a mug you didn’t mean to drop it.”

“No… no no no, I wasn’t careful enough, I should’ve been nicer and more careful, this is all my fault.” You muttered to yourself.

Bucky was starting to think that you weren’t talking about your mug. “Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly and gently lifted your chin and that’s when he first noticed the little bit of dried up blood that was on your left cheek and saw a bruise forming. “Oh god-”

You hated how he stared at you: pity, it was written in his eyes, you really didn’t want anybody to find out, especially him. Most of all, you were embarrassed, embarrassed with everything that happened and how you handled it all.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, trying really hard not to break down crying, but it got harder the longer you stayed there on the floor staring at the shattered mug.

“Hey it’s okay, come here.” He wrapped you in a tight hug and that was all it took to get you to release the fear, anger, and sadness that you’ve had bottled up for the last few hours.

And there you two were, sitting on the floor of your kitchen, silently crying into Bucky’s shoulder gently gripping his jacket to steady yourself. Bucky just stared at the shattered mug, a mixture of relief and sadness filling his head; glad he went to check up on you but angry and upset that you have been put through something that dick had caused, and he intended to make his sorry ass pay.

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shoichee · 3 years

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Heyy congrats on 100 followers^_^ Could you do prompt no 25 with kise?

HELLO HELLO HELLO THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT;; i am finally here with this request! This Kise is a mixture of dramatic, whiny, wholesome, and asshole (if you REALLY squint though) just sweeter overall~

Kise x Reader

25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”

Word Count: 2953

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The day he had always dreaded slowly crawled by after the sluggish, harsh months of winter took their sweet time.

Though, he’s quite certain that the dreaded day would also… ironically take its sweet time to pass to the subsequent day.

“(y/n)-cchi!!” He sees you fumbling with your school bag on the school benches before he sprints to your side. “What’s with the frown anyways?” He stops to rub a thumb to smooth out the furrow out of your forehead. “Come on, if you keep that up, those wrinkles would actually stay there permanently, y’know… it wouldn’t be good for your skin at all.”

Upon seeing your exasperated reaction to his dramatic exclaim, he couldn’t help but childishly grin. Perhaps today wouldn’t be bad after all. Not when it started off on such a good note like this seeing you first thing in the morning.

“Anyways,” you sigh. “You didn’t have to run all the way over here… I was gonna catch up to you in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, but…” Kise gives a chagrined laugh, fiddling with his locks. “You looked really scary having a scowl like Kagamicchi, (y/n)-cchi. Wanna let your boyfriend in about your troubles?” Of course he had to pull the puppy eyes on you. Typical Ryōta.

“Hmmm…” you hummed for a bit, clearly trying to stall for an appropriate answer but putting up a facade of being dramatic like Kise. “Not really of importance. Just something I’ve been thinking about to deal with some scheduling and last-minute things.”

“Eeeeeeh? It didn’t really look that way to me…” Kise pouts, jamming his hands into his blazer pockets as he continued to stare at you. You slightly squirm under his intense scrutiny, but you sigh before turning to walk ahead. “But if that’s all it was, you can always ask me for help, (y/n)-cchi.”

“And since when did our all-star player and model have spare time?” you tease, swiftly changing the topic. “Hurry now, Ryōta. We have to get to class or we’ll be late.” Yet, even as you continue to briskly walk, you still felt something piercing at the back of your head before that feeling eventually subsided. You turn to call for him before you continue strolling into the building.

Kise sports a harsh frown, staring at the ground pensively for a few moments before sighing. He finally walks to class after you, trying to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable incoming chaos.

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“Kise!!”

“Wh-Where did he go?! He was… just here a moment ago…!”

“Do you think he’s with that basketball club…?”

“Bummer… I really wanted him to have these.”

“So why do we have to help you hide when you could always tell them off to leave you alone?!” Kasamatsu scolds, irk marks apparent on his temple. “You’re always creating these problems for yourself!”

“Kasamatsu,” Moriyama ticks his tongue in disappointment. “Don’t be crass. We should be thanking him for bringing everyone over here. In this way, we all have a greater shot of getting chocolates, or even better… a cute date!” At his words, the captain only groans before facepalming; however, when he takes a deep breath and turns to lecture Kise about these matters once more, he notices the 1st-year’s sullen and distracted expression.

“Oi, does this sort of stuff really bother you?” Kasamatsu roughly ruffles his hair to snap him out of his thoughts. “You shouldn’t be encouraging this type of behavior from others. Just put a stop to them for your own good.”

“It’s not that…” Kise mumbles while looking off to the side with his arms crossed. “Besides, they always follow me around regardless of what I do anyways.”

“Oh!! I saw him moping a(l)ound after (y/n)-san [went ahead] this mo(l)ning! Su(l)e(r)y it’s about that!” Hayakawa explodes into the conversation with enthusiasm, eyes slightly sparkling at the fact that he hit the nail on the head about Kise’s mood. Kise only pouts more in silence in response.

“Well, if that’s the case,” Kasamatsu huffs irritatedly, as if the solution was as clear as day. “Then talk it out with (y/n)-san! Quit moping around like you have all the time in the world!” As he said this, he puts a firm foot on Kise’s back, ensuring that there would be a visible footprint on his blazer.

“Ow!” Kise laments. “But Kasamatsu-senpai… We’ve just started dating, and it feels out of line if I’m always snooping around in (y/n)-cchi’s business… It wouldn’t make sense for me to be nosy if they already told me they could handle this on their own… but…”

His teammates lean in closer to try to pick up Kise’s next words.

“Today’s Valentine’s… day, so I was kinda hoping… things would be… different?” Kise stops to crane his neck around out of uncertainty, which was quite uncharacteristic of the usually self-assured ace player. “Though (y/n)-cchi never seemed to be someone who liked stuff like this, but it would be nice if I got…”—he coughs out the next words—“... chocolates from… y’know.”

“W-W-What?!” Kasamatsu’s entire face erupts into a red tomato, slowly backing up. “That’s what you’ve been upset about?!”

“Ah,” Moriyama says, as if he understood everything. “Yes, yes… I see it now. Kise, if you want to get chocolates from (y/n)-san, you have to create the perfect inviting atmosphere and present yourself as an elevated gentleman. I guarantee this method will work…!”

“Moriyama-senpai, what are you even talking about?” Kise raises a skeptical brow but nonetheless tries to be polite to his senior. Hayakawa slings an over-friendly arm around his shoulders, but with the sudden weight, Kise’s head slumps down a bit.

“You can do this!!” Hayakawa shouts, pumping a fist up.

“What? Do what? No way I’m taking Moriyama-senpai’s suggestion!” Kise firmly pries Hayakawa’s arm off before he does his easy-going sigh. “It’s not that big of a deal. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can all go do karaoke night instead, right?~”

“Hmph, no taste. I still suggest for us to go pick up dates after school today,” Moriyama huffs with a slight pout, but it looks like no one paid any mind to his comment, because everyone started packing up their belongings to go back to their respective classes after lunch.

———

Kise plasters on his usual beguiling smile across his face, trying hard to not grimace at the ever-growing piles of sickenly sweet desserts on his desk… and the ever-louder fawnings of surrounding students vying for his attention. While the coos and ah’s are thrown in his direction, his mind is elsewhere… to you.

You’ve been actively avoiding him today. That much was obvious… especially during breaks.

Even when he eyes at your desk every so often, you don’t even notice his gaze, deep in thought with a scrunch in your brows every single time. Did he do something to upset you recently without him realizing it? He taps his pencil with a steady rhythm on his desk while racking his mind for any possible offenses he might’ve committed… all with that convincing smile still visible on his face.

“Kise, Kise! Will you accept my chocolates today?”

“Ah… hm…”

“Kise-sama, what do you think about these?”

“Nothing in particular…”

“Please take these…”

“Now, now everyone…!” Kise’s voice finally rings out loud and clear, taking Kasamatsu’s suggestion. “I’m touched that everyone put in their efforts for these! But you see… there’s way too much for me to carry and take home as of now… so I would really appreciate everyone to save it for someone much worthier of these chocolates than me!~”

Either way, Kise was going to dump all of the sweets off to the Kaijō team for them to enjoy these more than he ever could. After the clamors of disappointment and understanding, he was relieved to see that he was finally left alone, with the mountain of chocolates being his sole company. Yet, he was still hoping that you would stop by his desk after the crowd dispersed.

You didn’t.

———

He’s unbelievably antsy.

So much so that even the other upperclassmen besides Kasamatsu had to kick him out of his thoughts to focus on practice. Still, could anyone blame him for being so jittery when it was already after school, with still no signs of you nearby?

“What did I just tell you about that gloomy face?” Kasamatsu asks, smacking the back of Kise’s head. “Did you not talk to (y/n)-san about this?” The team starters were walking out of the gym, their outstretched shadows covering the orange-cast path with every step they took.

“Er… well… (y/n)-cchi didn’t look like they were in the mood for a conversation with me—Kasamatsu-senpai don’t give me that look! I swear I didn’t do anything wrong at all!”

“Tsk tsk,” Moriyama butts in. “Looks like you didn’t try my foolproof plan either.”

“Your idea is the last thing I’d ever do!”

“Hmph, suit yourself.”

Kasamatsu stares at Kise for a few moments, turning to face his shadow on the ground before looking at his face again with a frown. Kise catches his gaze and returns it with an inquisitive look of his own.

“Kasamatsu-senpai… that look you’re giving me is sorta scary, y’know…”

“Kise,” the captain says. “You said that (y/n)-san likes you right?”

“Of course!... or at least I hope so.”

“Then you shouldn’t worry, dumbass. Didn’t you say that they might not be a fan of doing things like this? Valentine’s Day isn’t for everyone.” He sighs before continuing. “So don't get yourself in a twist just because you didn’t get candy from them. Just because everyone has always given you chocolates every year doesn’t mean that there won’t be a first time where someone won’t really do that. Keep your ego in check, rookie.”

“E-Ego?! Rookie?! Kasamatsu-senpai, you’re cruel!”

“The captain means well, Kise,” Kobori says, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “He’s right that today isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Perhaps (y/n)-san merely thought of it as another ordinary day.”

“Well… when you put it like that… I guess you’re right… It’s not the end of the world if I don’t get chocolates from them, and I guess it’s not fair of me to expect something like that out of them and get upset when it doesn’t happen. Thanks, senpai.”

“Well if you got it, then quit moping! If our ace player is in low spirits, the rest of the team will follow suit! Jeez…”

With his spirits uplifted by his seniors, Kise stops and waves off his upperclassmen before he sets off to look for you. Even if he doesn’t get anything from you, he wants to spend time with you before Valentine’s Day was over at the very least. Now… if he remembered your normal schedule, you should still be on campus near the…

He stops, wide-eyed.

Were you giving chocolate to someo—were they giving you packaged chocolate too?—

Before he could fully register the dull pain settling itself in his heart, his legs moved into overdrive, sprinting at breakneck speed that would’ve ended Aomine’s fast-pace career had he actually done this in the courts.

“(y/n)-cchi!!~~~~” He cheerfully calls out, completely masking the hurt from his voice and from his face. In hearing his unmistakable nickname for you, you turn to him mildly shocked seeing him bolting straight for you without a single warning.

“R-Ryō—!”

“(y/n)-cchi!~” He pounces on you with a fierce embrace from behind, his arms wrapped around your upper body and his head on your shoulder. But his chirpy closed-eye smile completely wipes off into a cool, narrowed stare directed at the person in front of you.

“... You’re mine. I don’t share.”

“Ryōta!” You turn around to face him within his hold with a chastise, and then you turn back to the person in front with an embarrassed apology. “I’m sorry, he’s usually not like this, I don’t think. Please don’t let him scare you like that…”

“(y/n)-cchi!!” Kise spins you back around to face him with his hands on your shoulders. You note the tight grip he had on you. “You’re awful, you know that? I waited the entire day for you to give me anything for Valentine’s but then thought maybe you didn’t celebrate today at all… and then you’re here giving chocolates to someone else?!”

“Um… (y/n)-san… should I leave?” You look out of your peripheral vision before giving a defeated sigh.

“I’m really sorry, but yes, that will be best. I hope you find the rest of the evening well.”

“H-Huh?! You’re… gonna ignore me? Oh, come on! We’re dating, right, so at least—” Before Kise went into full hysterics, you promptly placed a finger against his lips to shush him. Kise, who had a few tears accumulating on his long lashes, was stunned into silence, and it was frankly effective in stopping his theatrical tears.

“Ryōta…” you whisper, pulling your finger away from his lips to fiddle inside your school bag… just like this morning. He keeps quiet, but he resumes watching your every movement like a hawk. “I have your… chocolate here.”

“H-Huh?” Kise makes a noise of confusion but still keeps the silence, opting to try to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dummy.”

“I don’t get it.” He narrows his eyes, but you merely tilt your head in confusion while holding out the fancy package.

“H-Huh?” It was your turn to be befuddled. He crossed his arms petulantly in response.

“If you had it all this time… why didn’t you give it to me first thing in the morning? But you went and gave someone else chocolate first, and you know… it just didn’t feel good seeing you hand chocolates to them like that. Like, if I didn’t know better, I’d totally thought that you two were a couple—”

“Ryōta… were you jealous?”

“(y/n)-cchi, who wouldn’t be after seeing that?!”

“Ah, dummy,” you tease, realization dawning on your face. “Those were giri choco… they were the last club member I had to find to give to them in honor of our newfound friendships. You know, after the bonding activities we did in our club room this year?”

“Ah…?” Kise merely blinks before he slightly flushes from embarrassment. “But it still doesn’t make sense!”—he stops to wipe “tears” from his eyes with his arm—“I know we’ve barely started dating, but not only did you not give me anything until now, you actively ran and hid from me! You really broke my heart the entire day!” You grew nervous in an instant, slightly wringing your wrists and tapping one foot behind the other.

“People told me…” you started hesitantly, “that you hated Valentine’s Day. So…”

“Hn…” Kise stops his theatrics to give a casual shrug. “They’re right, more or less. I do find the entire thing annoying, to be honest.”

“Yes, exactly,” you reply. “Knowing you, they were probably right. Even still, I made you homemade sweets, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea to go through with this and give it to you. Besides, what if I was being too fast or forward? I don’t know… I lost all of my courage when I saw you that morning.”

“Eh??? Still, did you have to run from me like that? I seriously thought I did something wrong!”

“... I was jealous,” you whisper, looking down at your feet. “I didn’t like the fact that everyone was so bold to give you all their affection and confessions through their chocolates, but I didn’t feel like it was my place to tell them to back off. Felt like… it was better if I just… didn’t see it all. But… after seeing your outburst earlier, I decided it was the perfect time to give it to you…”

“(y/n)-cchi!!” Kise glomps onto you again, nuzzling his cheek against yours. Him being relieved is a huge understatement. “To think you were jealous too…!”

“Wh-What the—? Does that really make you happy?”

“Of course! It means that you care about me that much!” With one hand holding your Valentine’s chocolate, he tilts your chin with the other to plant a short kiss. “I was never a fan of this type of stuff, but… I love anything you give to me, I swear.”

“Ryōta…! K-Kissing? Right here in public?!”

“No one’s here anyways! They all went home, and speaking of home…” Kise grabs your hand to lead you out of the campus gates. “Do you want me to walk you home, or do you have any other place in mind you wanna go to?”

“Huh? Now? I mean, wait. How are we gonna go somewhere when you have all those… chocolates from school today? Wait, where are they anyways?”

“Oh, those? My teammates found them delicious apparently. I wouldn’t know.”

“You gave them away?!”

“Duh! Yours was the only one I wanted, (y/n)-cchi! Before you start lecturing me about how inconsiderate that is, if I just kept it, they would’ve all sat and melted on the tables anyways.”

You merely roll your eyes at him and sigh, but Kise only grins at your usual reactions to his antics.

“Just you wait for White Day next month, (y/n)-cchi~ I’m gonna go all out, and there’s no holding me back.”

———

Today might’ve been a bittersweet rollercoaster ride of emotions for the two of you, but the ending has morphed into something truly delectable. Just like the dark chocolate truffles in your Valentine’s gift to Kise.

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theholycakehole · 3 years

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Impulsive Decisions || Dream x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Dream x GN! Reader

Warnings: None! Well its my first Dream fic and it hasn’t really been edited so maybe that should be a warning lol but mostly just fluff :) Also use of irl names, idk how Dream feels about that so please let me know if I should change it! :)

A/N: Heyyyy... Long time so see! Um... so here’s a dream fic! I am done my first year of uni now so if yall wanna start up some requests I can try and do that again? Probably will mostly be along the lines of the Dream SMP or maybe even other streamers since that’s what I’ve been interested in lately. My requests have never really closed, I’ve just been inactive, but I’ll try to start writing again!

It was a long night of shifting between games with friends and discord conversations. I combed my hair back as my eyes grew tired as the screen shifted to a victory for the imposters. I sighed leaning back in my chair seconds before I got the last kill of the game, earning Karl and me the win.

“Wow…” Rae spoke up as everyone began to unmute.

“S/N??” Sykkuno piped up from his side of the call. I let out a little tired laugh as I returned to the main lobby.

“I think that was LG for me guys,” I spoke out hearing a few pleas against it. “Sorry, I’ve been streaming for like…” I trailed off checking the time, 12:30, “6 hours now? I’m ready for bed, honestly.”

“I should probably do the same,” Dream spoke up, him being in the same timezone as me.

“You guys really should leave the east coast, PST is where it’s at.” Corpse mumbled as I opened back up my stream chat.

“I know, I know, but I can’t get myself to leave my hometown.” I laughed out as I skimmed over my chat reading the goodnight wishes and the thanks for streaming messages.

“Well, I live on the east coast and I’m fine to stay up.” Karl joked as I let out a yawn.

“Does anyone have any fills?” Toast asked. “If not we might have to end it here.”

“Toast aren’t you in the same time zone as me right now?” I asked out. “Go to bed.”

“I don’t need sleep, S/N.” He commented back.

“Ok fair.” I chuckled as my little character ran around the lobby before going to the computer and messing around with the skins and hats.

“Sorry guys, I think all my fills are done for the night.” Corpse explained to the lobby.

“Its no worries we can always play another time!” Rae reassured everyone. “Well, goodnight everyone!”

“Goodnight!” Everyone chimed before signing out of the call.

I muted myself and ended my stream, forgetting to leave the call. I thanked the donos and read chat, making tired comments. I answered a few questions I managed to catch in the chat before ending the stream. As I was about to leave discord I saw that Dream’s little icon was still in the call with me.

“Lurking much?” I joked as I unmuted my mic.

“I thought you were going to bed?” He remarked with a small laugh.

“Eventually, I just couldn’t use my brain anymore after that last game.”

“I don’t blame you, you played well, y/n.” Using my real name rather than my stream name clarified that he wasn’t streaming either. “If you’re not too tired, we can stay on the call if you want?”

“I’m down, honestly, I’m just winding down before bed.” I mentioned as I checked my phone, opening a few social media apps to catch up on what I missed since starting my stream.

“So, y/n when do you plan on visiting? Sap and I are still waiting for you to come down.” He questioned, causing me to look up from my phone, closing it before setting the device back down on my desk. His camera obviously was not on but I found my attention on his discord profile picture.

“Soon, Clay.” I laughed leaning back in my chair and tucking my legs up to my chest.

“You said that last time.” He laughed a little more tired this time.

“Flights can be expensive, especially so last minute.” I made an excuse as I looked over to my second monitor and found myself googling flights.

“I literally told you I’ll pay for your flight to Florida, y/n.” He teased as I hummed in response, my attention mostly on the travel website I was looking at.

“I’m a big girl Dreamwastaken, I can pay for my own flight.” I chuckled before closing the website.

“Y/n your classes are done now, you have all the time in the world, leave Canada and come visit, please?” I smiled at his question before letting out a yawn.

“Fuck it.”

“Wait really?” Clay piped up, shocked and excitement evident in his voice.

“You made a really convincing argument. When do you want me to visit?” I asked before re-opening the tab and looking at prices.

“Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Thats not happening Clay.” I laughed before finding a date and hovering over the purchase button. “How about the weekend? It gives me time to pack and get some things sorted.”

“Yes! Perfect! This is so exciting y/n!” He smiled, his voice raising a little bit which caused me to laugh. We sorted out the details and eventually booked the tickets and talked about how excited we were for me to come to Florida.

I’ve known Dream for a couple of years now, mostly through streaming with friends. Obviously, I knew of him before because of the Dream SMP and how popular it got. But through the years we have grown close, this even confused fans. Shipping was natural and happened quite frequently, which we ignored in the beginning, but as time passed feelings began to grow. We never talked about it but the flirting and the comments we’d share both on stream and off-stream just felt so right.

We were both faceless content creators, and being this close was quite strange as we have never met or let alone seen each other in person. As I packed my clothes a couple of days later I felt the nerves settle in. I shook off the panic of what if he doesn’t like me or think I’m attractive enough. But it was hard to shake.

I found myself jittery as the plane began to descend. I peered out the window looking at the ground as it grew closer and closer. The nerves grew more and more intense as I knew Dream was the closest he’s been to me since we first met. I felt myself smiling through the panic as I reached to grab my backpack under the seat in front of me.

When we finally were able to disembark the plane I quickly texted Clay that I was here and told him that I was wearing a f/c hoodie so they could find me. I tried to find the baggage claim as I followed the people who were on the same flight as me. My phone buzzed in my pocket telling me that Clay responded.

‘Sap and I just pulled in, see you soon!’

I smiled at his text message and the nerves went crazy, but a huge smile was on my face at the same time. I opened Twitter and quickly started a new tweet to show my audience that I was on, in fact, a last-minute trip. I attached a picture I snuck as I disembarked the plane and made a quick caption before posting and pocketing my phone.

My phone began to buzz from notifications as I plugged in my earbuds and played my music while I tried to locate myself through the airport. As I finally found the baggage claim I stood by one of the conveyor belts and scanned over the luggage trying to find my own. A couple of minutes passed before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, pulling out my earbuds to see the face of one of my streamer friends.

“Y/n?”

“Sapnap!” I smiled before pulling him in for a hug.

“Hey, how was the flight?” He asked as we pulled apart and stood waiting for my luggage.

“Long enough, I’m just excited I’m here now.” I smiled as I pocketed my phone after wrapping the wires from my earbuds around it.

“Trust me, so are we.” He smiled in return. I saw my suitcase and quickly went to grab it, Sapnap helping me as well. “Clay is in the car, we were struggling to find a parking spot so he pulled up and is waiting for us.” He informed me as he took my suitcase and helped me wheel it out. “He’s nervous.” He mentioned as we grew closer to the doors.

“Trust me, so am I. Other than people in my everyday life, you two are the first to see me in person, or even my face.” I said as I fidgetted with the strings of my hoodie.

“You’re in good hands, y/n, try not to worry.” He smiled softly at me.

We exited through the doors to see a vehicle parked up to the curb. I felt the nerves build up in my stomach as a head of ashy blonde hair exit the car door. A smile found its way onto my face as my eyes lit up. As the man walked around the car he stopped in his tracks and replicated the same, bright smile, green eyes lighting up. I stopped everything and bolted forward pulling Clay into a tight hug.

“You’re finally here.” He muttered into my h/c hair, pulling me in tighter.

“I’m finally here.” I smiled into his green sweatshirt, feeling at ease.

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ushiwakaout · 3 years

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Can I ask Groom! Osamu miya x Bride! Reader fluff where it basically covers they're wedding? 🥰💞

yes 😭 i love wedding stuff

ima do nsfw under the cut bc freaky wedding shit is hot 💀

warnings: nsfw under the cut || 18+

keeping the tradition of not seeing the bride a day before/ day of the wedding, Osamu is really missing you because for the past 5 years y’all see each other every single day, every morning and every night prior.

so he call you and he’s drunk but he’s also crying

“baby, i can’t sleep, i want to see you but i don’t want any bad luck because i love you too much to lose you.”

he’s a big cry baby for sure when he’s drunk

Osamu makes Atsumu check up on you bc he knows you miss him a lot and Atsumu is his twin obviously

you: “Atsumu, what are you doing here?”

atsumu: “Lover boy made me check up on you, don’t fall in love with me now.”

you: “there’s a reason why i chose Osamu over you Atsumu... even if you look exactly alike.”

atsumu: “don’t be fucking rude sister in law.”

You’d probably have to kick atsumu out bc he just reminds u of osamu too much and u can’t hug or kiss him so you’re just moody

You go to sleep early bc you just want it to be your wedding day already

But the day of your wearing, you are really jittery and scared because you just want to see Osamu already. And thank god both of you decided to do a reveal beforehand. “Are you nervous?” Atsumu asked his twin. He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes covered by a black cloth “Of course I am. I’m marrying my soulmate, what do you think?” Atsumu shed a fake tear, “I thought I was your soulmate.” The bumped shoulders and shared a laugh. “She’s coming.” The brother noted as you where coming out of the hall and into the garden where Osamu was waiting for you. Atsumu helped his brother take your hand and patted his shoulder, “Hey hubby.” You chuckled, tighining your grip on his hands. “Can i look you you now?” He let out a nerveous laugh, acting a little jumpy. “I mean... if you want.” you joked as he took off his blindfold. He groaned the second he looked at you, “You gotta be shitting me.... You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped your cheeks and touched foreheads, “You are so fucking gorgeous, how did i get so lucky.” Osamu let out a sniffle. “No, don’t cry!!! You’re gonna make me cry!”

“How can i not cry!!! I’m getting married to my soulmate, and you look so fucking radiant... And i love you- so, so much.”

“Osamu, shut up, i don’t wanna cry.” Too late, you’re already crying and your makeup artist is quit to fix your makeup.

When walking down the isle, Osamu begins to tear up again. Atsumu is patting him on the back and i don’t think he could ever choose someone better for his baby brother.

And when it was time to kiss the bride, his former teammates and friends whistles and howled as he dipped you down under him.

While walking together down the isle, his grip tightened on your hand as he pulled you ear to his lips. “I guess you’re my wife now.” He made you chuckle, “I guess i am.”

At the venue, food from Onigiri Miya was served and other assortments. But as much as it was Osamu and your wedding, the best man (Atsumu ofc) had to stand and make a toast.

“Hello, hello. As all of you should know, i am Miya Atsumu, the older brother-”

“We’re twins.” “You’re twins!” Both you and Osamu yelled

The blonde twin rolled his eyes, “Well one of us popped out first, right? That was me, the more sexy, handsome and talented brother.... Anyways, let me start over. My brother ‘Samu is probably the luckiest man alive to have married such a wonderful girl. Y/n thank you for somehow falling in love with my brother and making him so utterly happy that it’s disgusting to be around him because all he talks about is you- his wife... His new soulmate- because like it or not, that was me at some point.” A bundle of laughter erode in the crowd of family and friends. “And dear brother,

The two of you looked at each other and laughed, shoving each others shoulders before raising a glass.

You ate, danced with your parents and noticed that Osamu wasn’t anywhere near. “Can i have all of you attention please.” You turned around to see your husband, standing with a mic in hand, his tie lose and a hand in his pocket. “Uh- Hi.... God i still get really nerveous looking at you.” He said, locking eyes with you. “Do you mid sitting down? Can someone get my, uh- my wife a chair please.” Atsumu came rushing with an extra chair and put the seat behind your knees and patted your head carefully not to ruin your hair. “Okay. How do I start this. Y/n, i love you. And i think i’ve always had. From the day you transfer to Yako Junior High, I still remember the way you kept giggling while trying to introduce yourself and i fell in love with that laugh, i can’t get enough of if... I also remember that you where the only one who could tell me and Atsumu apart. You told me that my eyes looked like smokey quarts while ‘Tsumus looked like tigers eye... and that made so much sense to you but to us- we thought you where weird.”

“What about now?” You cut him off, “And you’re still weird, but that what’s why i fell in love. You’re gentleness, when you taped my fingers after volleyball practice. The love you give my brother although hes the greater evil... You made my family your own and i’m so utterly and completely great full for you. If it weren’t for you, Onigiri Miya would be what it is now.... I would be who i am now if it weren’t for you... So thank you for rejecting me the first two years of me confessing and falling so deeply in love with me.”

The two of you, eyes full of tears meet half way when you run up to hug him. His hand on your lower back while you kissed him and the other caressing your cheek.

Through the night Osamu would caress your thigh because you’re dress had a slit up mid thigh. His hand would slide across your thigh to caress the warm inside of your skin. During the dance he drew circles on your lower back and slowly go down and back up again. While you where done, powdering your nose, Osamu had the great idea to follow you and lock the door behind him once he got inside. He stood behind you, creeping his fingers to be wrapped with yours. He nibbles on your neck, careful not to leave love bites. He pushes your chest on a nearby table while lifting up you’re dress as he got on his knees. Osamu kissed the folds of your pussy through the white lace underwear you wore. He set the cloth aside and licked your folds before leaving a sloppy kiss on your clit. His tongue roamed your wet cunt before pumping in his fingers in, to slide them out again and clean them with his mouth. Osamu palmed his cock over this pants as he stood to unzip them. “We’re married now, you won’t mind if I cum inside that tight pussy of yours, right?” Hes fingers wrapped around your neck as he lined the tip of his cock to your entrence. “You’re gotta have to be quiet, they don’t need to know that my wife is a cock whore. Or do you want them to know that miss little perfect is a cock slut for her husband... You want your parents to know that their daughter is dripping on my cock?” He slammed his cock inside you, making you moan into his hand. “You want them to know you love yelling my name in bed?” Osamu was ruthless while he fucked you from behind, “You’re lucky i gotta keep you pretty because your cute little mouth would be wrapped around my cock... crying and drooling since you can bearly take my cock down your throat.”

Osamu tightened the grip on your thighs as he came, “Fuck don’t move... Shit- ugh~ You’re still so tight for me.... Fuck~ you’re so fucking sexy, i wish I could rip this off you but i know i can’t because you’d kill me.”

The two of you let out a tired chuckle... “We should get back.” You sighed, reaching to pat his naked thigh. “First-” Osamu rubbed his thumb against your clit as he slowly pulled out, “-You need to keep the cum inside you baby... So i’ll just pull these up for you.” He pulled up the white underwear back over your ass before he gave it a kiss. He picked you up with his arm and kissed your neck, “Do you feel that? My cum running down your tight hole.” His hand slipped down to your lower tummy. “I fucked you so good, so well, that in a few months you’re tummy is gonna be full with my baby... our baby.”

He kissed your neck again and fixed your hair. “Let’s get back to the party, yeah?”

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