#but UGH his mask has always been a pain

[marvel-ous-m]

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)

The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.

Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).

Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)

The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.

Only now, his hands shake.

It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.

Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-

“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.

And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.

Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”

Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“

“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”

Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.

Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“

“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“

“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.

Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.

#my writing #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #domesticity after the vecna fight >>>> #Hope the past tense/present tense shift wasn't too jarring for u guys #my writing style is unique (by unique I mean stupid) #stranger things post s4 #steve harrington/eddie munson

[kechiwrites]

what’s in a name?

simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

synopsis: ‘It’s not his fault.’ He reasons. ‘It’s not his fault you’re a brat.’ 

wc: 1.1k

cw:  fem!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, light brat taming, spanking, pet names (princess, darling), no use of y/n ever.

an: yes, i know i should be posting kinktober IN NOVEMBER, but my god does this man make me wanna [redacted] his [data expunged]. enjoy!

He’s your most stubborn patient, in fact, his entire squad is a pain in your ass, but Ghost takes the cake. Always grunting and scoffing as you administer care, as if this is all a frivolity and not you saving him from gangrene or tetanus or whatever other peril has found its way into his blood that week. And that’s if he even deigns to be seen to at all.

It’s another one of those days, marshalled out of your bed at the crack of dawn because there are wounds to dress and blood to take. It makes you irritable, just short of bitchy really, and you’ll be damned if you have to work this early in the morning for a couple of jarheads who can barely string together decent conversation.

Ghost is the first person you see. Naturally. And it’s much of the same. Groans and impatient huffs while you snip gauze and sanitize abrasions. It’s rapidly turning you from irate to downright incensed.

“What’s your name anyway?” You murmur, while you fold up his shirt sleeve, baring a muscled, veiny forearm, covered in ink and dried blood, courtesy of a deep gash that’d only ceased bleeding thanks to a field tourniquet applied in the nick of time.

“No.” He mutters. As if that’s an answer. You scoff, turning in your swivel chair to grab more cotton wool from your desk. When you return he has you pinned with what little of his face you can see, dark, long lashed eyes peering out from the mask and face paint. As though he can see through you.

"You can tell me your actual name, or you can bleed out." It’s unnecessary, really. Probably even dangerous to ask, but it’s always bothered you that his medical record has those black marks where a Christian name should be. And you’re nosy. Nosy enough to pry it out of the soldier himself.

You stare at each other, neither daring to back down. Your threat is horse shit and you both know it, you're obligated to give the best care possible. He could wait you out. If he wanted to.

Apparently, he doesn’t want to.

"Simon."

You give him a smile in return, cartoonishly big and saccharine sweet. You begin cleaning the wound, humming happily with yourself. Satisfied.

For the next two months, it's relentless. Everytime he sees you, it's;

"And do you know your blood type, Simon?"

"It's lovely to see you again Simon."

"There are easier ways to stop bleeding, Simon."

It irks him, makes his skin feel like it's not sitting right. Makes him feel like his teeth are stopping his tongue from laying in his mouth comfortably. Makes his blood hum in his veins.

Eventually it's too much.

"Would you come off it?" He asks, voice rougher than he means it to be, but maybe that's what you need to end this little joke of yours.

You keep reading the charts on the clipboard in your hand, as if he hasn't spoken at all.

"Come off what, Simon?" You purse your lips at whatever you're reading, but he suspects you’re trying not to laugh.

"Saying my name like that." He flexes open the fingers of one hand, keeping the other balled in a fist on his thigh.

"Like what?" You finally look at him, head tilted to the side, the picture of innocence.

What a lark.

"Like you want something from me." He stands, looming above you, jostling himself into your personal space.

"It's your name." Now you are smiling, a confident, amused thing that transforms the look of your face, makes him forget the bags under your eyes and the familiar bone-tiredness of his body when it’s been pushed too far.

And these days, it’s always too far.

“We have code names for a reason, darling.”

“Darling? I was beginning to think my name was ‘Ugh’.” You drop the timbre of your voice to mimic him, though he doesn’t look very flattered by the imitation. At least, that’s what you get from the very little of his face you can see.

“It’s Ghost from now on.” He ignores you. It’s necessary, really. To block out the things you say. The things you do. The songs you hum cheerfully when you do inventory, the way your medical uniform stretches over the curve of your ass when you need something from the bottom cabinet.

“Sure, Simon. Whatever you say.”

‘It’s not his fault.’ He reasons. ‘It’s not his fault you’re a brat.’

It’s not his fault when he pushes you over to the examination bed. It’s not his fault when he fists his hands in the waistband of your scrub bottoms and yanks them down, it’s not his fault you’re wearing a thong, for christ’s sake. It’s not his fault that you giggle and sigh and beg so goddamn pretty.

It’s certainly not his fault that your cunt feels like a fucking dream.

He takes you like you deserve for all the teasing, brings the weight of his hand down on your ass when you moan something that sounds suspiciously like “About time.” Ghost gropes at your tits while he has you bent in half, in for a penny, as they say. His fingers pull and flick at your nipples, and you wish he’d put his mouth on you, fucking anywhere, and you don’t care what it does, bite, suck, kiss, what-fucking-ever. When you say as much in between the gasps he fucks out of you, he responds immediately, voice subdued under his mask.

“Maybe next time.”

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head at the idea of next time.

When you come it feels like your pussy is buzzing, stretched over the length of his dick and he tunnels into you, fucking into you deep before he grinds the head of cock into you, scrambling any thought you could’ve had.

It’s a battle for him to not come inside you, to resist covering the sweet, soft walls of your cunt in his seed, but he prides himself on what little control he has left, and pulls out, doing you a favour by letting his come shoot onto the floor rather than stain the baby blue fabric of your scrubs.

"Now, I think we can both agree to you saving that name for when you want me to spread you open, yes?" His voice is gruffer somehow, covering your overheated skin in the rasp and cadence of it.

"Fuck off." You moan miserably in response, your forehead sticking to the paper covering the examination bed below you.

"I want an affirmative, princess."

"Yes." You hiss from between your teeth, your head still spinning from your orgasm. “Yes, Ghost, I agree.”

“That’s better. Don’t worry about getting up.” He pats your exposed lower back, and when his hand withdraws you can hear him zip his fatigues back up. “I’ll see myself out.”

endotes: hehe...i love him. my mask kink is in full effect y’all. support content creators + city girls, reblog. find part 2 here. 

#ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #ghost x black reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #kechiwrites #cod mw2 smut #cod fic

[voltronisanobsession]

miguel finding his kid again

I wanted this to be short but I couldn’t help writing so much :/ I just ended it quickly LMAO💀💀

SPIDERVERSE CONCEPT CUZ IVE BEEN OBSESSED

OK SO!! I’ve seen a LOT of headcanons and concepts about Miguel finding his kid in a different universe and just being super protective of them, whether they’re a spider or a normal civilian. But I have a different take on it.

Imagine Miguel and his crew of spider people hunting down this new anomaly that’s been jumping between different universes, always managing to narrowly escape them. Miguel is super frustrated because not one of them is able to capture this villain? Person? Ugh he doesn’t have enough time to care with all the mayhem they’re causing.

This new anomaly, aka Reader, happened to gain these freak new abilities after the events in ITSV that allows them to tear a hole in any universe and travel through it. Of course they have no idea which universe their new powers will take them to so it’s always a 50/50 chance with it.

But the real problem that makes reader a ‘threat’ to the spider society is when they stay too long in a universe, things start slowly glitching out and causing destruction to the world. They’re just too strong that it breaks the balance of any universe they stay in. Kind of like tipping the scale sort of deal!

Which is why homeboy Miguel wants Reader detained asap before they cause a whole universe to collapse on itself. But like! It’s not the readers fault really!! They just don’t know how to control their powers and having a bunch of adults viciously chase them around really does something to a kid (looking at you Miles💀)

But constantly running away from superheroes while wearing a mask does begin painting them in a villain light💔

So imagine Reader gets cornered at last by Miguel, Jess, and some other spiders.

“Guys, I promise it’s not what it looks like. I’m just a normal person, I’m practically harmless!” They say as they bump against the building behind them, watching in horror as it begins to glitch at the contact they made.

Despite the teens voice sounding familiar, Miguel brushes it off and scoffs.

“Ha, harmless. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.”

Reader has no idea what the spider society is gonna do to them so they can only glitch a hole in the building behind them and run away in fear. Miguel is absolutely fed up with them and just dashes after Reader, chasing them up buildings as they glitch around. He knows he’s running out of time since this usually only happens when they’re getting ready to open a portal.

He would manage to get a hold of their hoodies sleeve before they go tumbling down to the ground, mask yanked off to properly breath in some air. Reader opens a portal, trying to stand up and stumbling a bit, looking back to Miguel.

Just as he’s about to run towards them and tackle them to the ground, his breath gets caught in his throat, heart suddenly beating erratically.

He recognizes their hair, the shape of their face, sees the fear in their eyes. He literally cannot move. Miguel is frozen at his spot, body trembling at the sight of you. His child. His dead child.

“y/n?” His voice would almost be a whisper, but reader hears. They can only stare in shock at the sound of their name, slowly backing up.

“How do you know my name?”

This dude would get some major flash backs, from his old life, to when he caused a universe’s destruction. Everything he swore to protect, to love, he failed. He failed reader twice, so it’s understandable that Miguel might be a little afraid of you.

He would not move an inch even after readers gone, Jess having to snap him back to reality. Miguel was not ready to get a smack to the face with seeing Reader again after all this time and pain.

This is what I wanted to talk about originally. After seeing his kid again, instead of growing desperate to create a new relationship with them, he’s just afraid. He’s scared of a repeat after what happened before. Miguel wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of reader, they remind him too much of what he’s lost.

I think he would step down in being about of the chase for Reader, he can’t go after them after finding out their his child. Well, in a different universe, their his child. He’s too afraid to face them again. Too afraid of the memories they bring.

It’s only when they accidentally glitch into his office that he’s forced to come face with them again. And when he does, he tries his best to get away from them💀💀💀 like bro is webbing away, powering up his platform and getting lifted up into the air away from them.

Which would totally be fine with Reader hadn’t they been chased down by this man for a couple of weeks. Why isn’t he trying to attack them? What’s the sudden mood change? Is he afraid of what they could do?

They can only clumsily climb their way up to him while asking him questions.

“Um, I know we got off the wrong foot but- urgh! Almost slipped haha! Anyways like I was saying! What’s your name? Oh and why are you trying to get away from me?”

They would be right in front of Miguel, a few feet away from where they’re hanging and he would just turn around, back facing them while they grunt in annoyance.

“You stopped going with your little gang. I know I’ve been zapping all over the place but was it something I did? Hey are you ok??”

Miguel’s body would move as he tries to stifle his quiet sobs at the sound of your voice. Oh god did he miss you. But he can’t get close to reader again. Not after what happened last time.

“I think I have tissue somewhere in my poCKEETTT-!” Miguel’s immediately webbing reader towards him as they slip off the pipe they were standing on, making a free fall

He lets out a shaky breath at the sight of you alright in his arms again. He can’t control his urges as he hugs reader tightly, letting soft apologies fall from his lips.

All this is happening and reader is just so dumbfounded. They could only awkwardly pat his arm and accept his apologies. You didn’t know he was THAT sorry for chasing you around universes.

“I missed you so much. I never wanted that to happen to you, mi corazon. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about man but thanks I guess?”

He’s sniffling as he releases you, eyebrows furrowed as he holds you by the shoulders. It’s only when he realizes reader has no idea who he is that his heart sinks.

“My dad died when I was young. Like toddler young. I never got to know him.”

You don’t know how to feel when Miguel reveals that he was your father, not the same dad from your universe, but a different variant.

This begins the weird growing relationship between the two of them. Miguel tries his best to put distance between them while Reader is just super eager to know more about him! His favorite foods, how he created this spider society, what happened to the different variant of you that clearly has him shaken up!

It would take a bit of time before Miguel slowly lets down his guard again. Allowing reader into his heart again for the third time.

#atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #platonic spiderverse #into the spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x reader #platonic Miguel O’Hara #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderverse miguel #spiderverse concept #miguel atsv #atsv x you

[roseapov]

3 Nights of the 1st January

Contains spoilers to the Book 7 TWST Tw: War, injury, blood, poison, death Angst (I hope to make you cry) 2k+ words Masterlist / 2024 BDAY Masterlist Lilia's 2024 Birthday Special

The cold night air whistled in his pointy ears, as a man run through the woods after being spotted by his enemies. The fae tasked with spying on the Silver Owl's, failed his mission due to an injury sustained earlier, and now he paid the price of ignoring it, by being chased by humans in the iron armors.

'Ugh! Shit..!' Were the words the running figure had spoken, when more of his injuries opened up during the frantic run. In his current state, he wouldn't stand a chance in the fight against them all, but as he was the General, and a very stubborn General in fact, no one had the right to stop him.

The shouts of the human soldiers echoed through the forest, making the male stumble a little, the situations had been really bad. Now that they had spotted him, they will change their camp location, something he couldn't afford to let them do. It was a perfect opportunity to listen in on the enemy and sabotage their plans, but he fucked it up.

He cursed himself in his thoughts, forcing himself to run faster. His beautiful long black hair with red streaks flowed in the wind, moving franctically during the sharp turns and unexpected movementstogether with their owner. The moon shining down on his mask and form, making him look ethereal and glowy, beffiting a nocturnal fae such as himself, wasn't helping his situation at all.

As he made another sharp turn, thinking he lost the ones chasing him, he leaned on to a tree trunk, breathing heavily immiediately looking back only to let out a scream of pain. While he was distracted with looking for everyone, one of the iron archers shoot him in his right calf with an arrow, that he was sure was poisoned.

Lilia cursed outloud, turning towards the shooter and beheading him with one smooth motion of his weapon, sucking his breath in painfully, with the arrow still in his flesh.

Instead of leaning on a tree again, he chose to climb one instead, to not repeat his mistakes, and send a few of his bats to call one of his subornites, namely Baul Zigvolt, to avoid making from the situation more of a big deal than it already is, and getting away quietly, undetected.

Sitting on a big branch of an old oak, he caught the arrow close to the arrowhead and pulled it out in one fast montion, biting his other hand and screaming in his head, while the enemy soldiers were running underneath the branch he sitted on.

'This damned poison' He thought as he started feeling faint, holding himself onto the bleeding place, directing his eyes to the stars and looking at them emptily through the mask.

The wind suddenly started to blow, making a gentle breeze that started moving his hair a little, as he taken off his mask and hood, enjoying it dearly. At least, as much as a man in a chase can enojoy things like this, with little tear droplets wetting his eyelashes.

He went through the most chellenging and hard situations in life, and ended up as a War General. His life always has been a complicated mess.

He was a worthless orphan, not someone worthy of stading beside the Crowned Princess, not someone worthy of being a General. How old is he? When was he born, and if he knew, would he celebrate? Probably no. Who were his parents? Did they abandoned him? Or did something happened to them instead?

These were the thoughts that started to invade his head, as his armor started to weigh on him. His arms started getting weaker and weaker, his eyes, that were staring emptily at the sky, started to feel unbearable heavy, and he slowly too, started to lose conciousnes. The only thing he managed to hear was a worried scream of his name.. Looks like the rescue has finally came...

And that's how, the night of the 1st January passed for Lilia Vanrouge, the same as many future ones to come...

( * Hundreds of years later * )

'Happy Birthday Lilia!' - Voices of people flooded his senses when he entered the Diasomnia lounge, one of the dorms in the college he studied in.

'Huh? It's my birthday today..? I forgot' Thought the short fae, he completely forgot, but nevertheless welcomed this nice surprise, he was even impressed, that his children had managed to organise all of this without raising his suspicions.

'It's my birthday today? I forgot, and you haven't even reminded me? '- He said as looked at his familiars and then chuckled happily - 'I raised you good, you managed to surprise me!'

His chuckles turned into a full out laugh, he was really happy. For many reasons, Malleus - had hatched and he is able to be with him, Silver - his son with a way shorther lifespan than his - is alive, Sebek - his students is still full of energy and determination to better himself, still being very liable to fall for his jokes.

'What a great gift I received to be able to spend this year with you three', Lilia thought to himself, with melancholy in his eyes. A second after that, the male has put on his big smile once again, and started teasing people he considered his family with a joyous laughter and stars in his eyes.

Everyone in the Diasomnia played board games and he managed to tell lots of stories from his youth, later on as the man of the hour he got a banned from the kitchen because as Malleus said, he shouldn't lift a finger with his senile age, and saving everyone from eating deathly dishes, although the last part was not mentioned out loud.

Soon after that, his friends from other dorms joined in the partying and burried him under a huge pile of presents, especially Kalim. Lilia only smiled and laughed at that, he would surely have lots of fun opening them all later, he really couldn't wait.

A cake, cookies of all sorts, a tomato juice and other kinds of snacks got placed on the table with Malleus's magic as he also redistributed one glass of the juice to every guest, while Silver and Sebek had decorated the whole Diasomnia, and not just the venue, in a birthday party style.

The atmosphere had been delightful and full of laughter, up till late hours of the night. Of course, Lilia wouldn't be himself if he hadn't played a few jokes at the guests and his birthday interviewer, making everyone laugh at them, giving him a free hand in doing whatever he liked.

When the hour got closer to midnight, the rest of theremaining guests had come back to their own dorms, wishing their well wishes to the fae again. The lounge quickly became empty, with only 4 people being left in it, including himself.

Can I ask for one last thing? - Lilia's deep voice cut through the comfortable silence, shocking the boys, who thought he wouldn't speak at all. But even after the shock, their response was immediate and affiramtive, just as he expected.

At that the short male turned to look at his closed ones faces, and with a serene smile asked for a dance. His bats with the help of his magic started playing the instruments in the rhythm of a song all of them knew perfectly well, a classic Briar Valley lullababy.

The four of them quickly took off to dance, and just after the first few verses, changing their dancing partner so that everyone could dance with eachother, and then again, and again.

Dancing up until midnight and way longer into the night, with only themselves and Lilia's bats as witnesses to their antics, and serene moment, filled with true love they had for eachother in the air. 

This was a delightful January 1st, one that he'll be sure to treasure for as long as he can remember.

( * Several years later * )

In the old hut in the woods, a man sat in his rocking chairoutside on the porch, an Ex-War General and the caretaker of the Fae King, Malleus Draconia. The fae who even after the demanded respect for him by their new King, others still were treating like an outcast and so, he didn't protest, living in the forest, just like an outcast, they said he were.

Was it wrong that he never fought for more time spend being closer with his family..? He shouldn't think like that, he got to spend plenty of time with his boys already, no? He shouldn't be too greedy about their presence and time, they all had their own lives outside of him.

All of the them being able to be together at the NRC, was the biggest gift and fortune, he could've ever imagined, making beautiful memories. Just like his birthday several years ago, when he and his boys danced together until the late night. Can he complain at such beautiful memories? Does he have the right to ever ask them to spend more time with him? To not only think about the memories, but to make new ones?

He won't know, not anymore. There's too little time left, feeling his soul trying to leave his body, he still tries to fight back, 'stars please, give me more time'. He won't give up, not until he'll be able to see them, one more time, just a glimpse is enough.

Even after living so far off from the capital, he still can see the glipses of colored lights looming above the tree crowns, and faintly hear their bangs. He sighed and smiled to himself, looking up into the sky, but that smile haven't lasted long, dimnishing a second later with a pain in his right calf.

What should he say to everyone? That he feels like death is just around the corner? Should he even say anything and destroy their moods with panic? Should he ruin Malleus's first new year celebration as a King? No, no he shouldn't... He don't want to ruin their fun...

Soon after his heavy thoughts, the only joys left in his life, came to see him and sat next to him quietly, not disrupting his rest and looking up at the same scenery, just as he did a while before. 

When he opened his mouth to say his final goodbyes, no sound left him and thus he knew, his time has come. He looked up at the stars one last time, with a last thought 'Please take care of them for me', to who? He's not sure...

'Happy Birthday', one whispered.. or said..? Lilia's not sure anymore, as his eyes had started coming to a close, he felt really happy that he could spend his last moments together with his family, when all of them had been happy around him, without any worries at all...

After his soul departed from his body for good, he took one last look at his now-dead body, and saw a truly heartbreaking scene. Malleus, Silver and Sebek panicking. With his body in Sebek's arms who was crying the whole river out, Silver screaming and also crying, trying to somehow wake him up, Malleus looking shocked, panicked even, trying every known to him spell, but noone seemed to be working.

In the corner he barely saw Baul, his comrade in the war-times, running frantically towards the source of the panic, not wanting to believe in what he thought was happening. So Baul it is, huh? 'Please, protect them well then' his thoughts begged the man before him, the one that couldn't hear or see him anymore.

Lilia's soul finally let out lots of terrible cries and screams at their reactions, breaking down, after holding it in when he was alive, all emotions returning to surface. He didn't wanted to leave them, he truly didn't! If he could, he would.. he would.. Do anything to spend more time with them together..! He never wanted to leave...

And then, he saw their faces. Meleanor and Levan waiting for him togehter with open arms and tears in their own eyes.. His pupils dilated, breath quickened and he threw himself into a run, jumping into their arms, sobbing and crying with all his might, being afraid to let go, not being able to let go, with his voice breaking down several times.

The three of them then dissapeared together high into the stars, without looking back, waiting for others to join them later in the future.

And thus, at the night of the 1st January, Lilia Vanrouge, joined the stars, reunited with his dear companions, and started looking after the young ones from above, hoping that Baul will be able to do what he wasn't able to. Be with his loved ones for just a bit longer, being able to protect them.

I hope I made you cry, or at least made you have tears in your eyes/being sad. (If I did, pls tell me, I wanna know if I did a good job), Have a good day with Lilia in the stars!

#roseapov #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst book 7 #twst book 7 spoilers #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge birthday #happy birthday lilia vanrouge #happy birthday #malleus draconia #meleanor draconia #baul zigvolt #sebek zigvolt #silver #silver twst #twst silver #levan draconia #levan #meleanor #malleus #angst #lilia vanrouge angst

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I know everyone has done different circumstances of birth but I raise u one more

One where all of the humans r sent back to earth (including norm and max sorry guys) AND THEN they find spider

The opportunities r endless - in this universe jake sully has no choice but to adopt him because he's the only one who knows anything about humans (though this is pre neteyam so he still has no idea about baby's) neytiri and her acceptance is up in the air atm, I like to think she'd be a good step mum if not an actual mum to him - at least until the humans come back and she drifts from him

Ugh!!! The angst potential of him maybe still getting kidnapped, 2ould they still run away, how would he reac to being around all these humans (he really would be full navi) i need this in my soul

OH I LIKE THIS, I am very sad about Norm and Max tho cause I am a HUGE Norm Spellman stan, the man is truly an icon.

HOWEVER.

Making sure he had the technology to survive would be crazy. It would really have to be one of those fucking blessed by Eywa fics because why would the humans have left supplies laying around, and there aren't masks that are baby sized? So if he's not blessed then Neytiri, Jake, and Mo'at are taking turns living in Hells Gate to watch Spider until he can wear a mask. Spider and his daily guardian fucking around in the empty shell of Hell's Gate is such a bittersweet idea. I think he's the clans baby tho, especially if he's blessed. We'll focus on him being blessed, because it's easier.

He's Mo'at's little helper particularly, because before Neteyam Jake and Neytiri were really busy rebuilding and working, so Mo'at is just working with Spider just strapped to her chest or playing by her feet. He's a comforting little presence by her side. She didn't usually have someone with her all the time after Sylwanin died, Eytukan was always busy and Neytiri was never good at sitting still. But Spider gives her focus, and she knows he is a gift from Eywa to them all. For her, he is Sylwanin's warmth beside her learning to heal. To Jake, he is a reminder of his past and a vision of his future. For Neytiri, he is a chance to let go of immense pain.

If you come to get help from the tsahík you tell her what's wrong while holding the baby. Emotional support Spider, he's got a tiny tiny hand on your cheek and then the cut on your arm doesn't hurt as much. All the children that survived the war are obsessed with him, because he did too. He's a miracle, proof that you can get through anything (sometimes with a little help from Eywa), and I think it gives them a little comfort.

Neytiri takes a long time to warm up to him. She helps Jake and Mo'at care for him because she can see how much it helps them, how much he means to them. She likes him, he is cute and sweet and she sees how positively he affects her mate and her mother. But she can't look him in the eyes for almost a year. I think when she does, and she Sees him, it's after Neteyam is born and she sees the way Spider pats his cheek or cries when Neteyam is taken away from him. She remembers being upset when Sylwanin was gone when she was younger. I think after that she's ride or die for him, because Neteyam has a sibling, and that means the world.

Maybe they don't know who his father is, or his real name. Without Norm and Max and the other humans, Jake wouldn't know shit about how to check lol. Jake named him Spider because when they found him he had crawled out of the makeshift crib he'd been hidden in. Maybe they find out when the humans return, and Neytiri finds herself unable to look at Spider again. She's devastated, because he's been her SON for so long. She thought she was past this. She tries to hide it from him, talks to her mother and to Jake, but Spider notices. He spends the night with Mo'at and she cries to Jake thinking he hates her but he actually just didn't want her to have to see him, it's very emotional. Lo'ak tries to get his mind off of it by taking them to visit the old shack, to learn more about his real dad. Boom capture. Devastating, truly. They try to go after Spider but he's already at Bridgehead, and Jake comes to the horrible realization that going after him would mean more casualties than recoveries.

Spider in capture thinking his family hates him now and he's stuck with the man who caused it all, Neytiri in Awa'atlu thinking Spider hates her and she caused her family to be torn apart. Ultimate angst everyone.

#so sorry this took me so so long queen but i had to craft a world #what if #someone wrote this #guys send me more of these the way they burrow into my brain #miles spider soccoro #spider soccoro #jake sully #neytiri sully #mo'at #lo'ak sully #sylwanin #norm spellman #max patel #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[ghostchamber]

a taste of rejection

octavinelle boys shoot their shot and miss horrifically (PLEASE twst fandom don’t eat me alive) this little post is very short and kinda angsty so beware. i cant write that well yet ok 😳

characters included: azul, floyd, jade.

azul ashengrotto

of course. he should’ve calculated this. what was he thinking? why’d he delude himself into believing that you’d love him back? he’s such a fool.

self depreciating thoughts like that filled his mind as you continuously apologised for the cold, straightforward rejection. azul can’t help but bite his lip, arms crossed tightly like he was trying to shield himself from you. it doesn’t take long for him to excuse himself, getting up from the arrangement he specially and meticulously prepared for this occasion.

please don’t look at him like that. don’t comfort him, especially after breaking him down. he doesn’t want you to see him. he doesn’t want to see you. despite the storm building up inside him, he can’t seem to stop himself from telling you that there were no hard feelings. he can’t bring himself to support that statement the next day however, when he practically gives you the cold shoulder and stays far, far away. whether or not he allowed himself to cry the night before, you wouldn’t know.

jade leech

ah. a fault on his part. apologies, he should’ve thought more thoroughly before asking something like that of you. to be his lover. …what a silly thing to think, indeed.

jade masks his hurt perfectly and swiftly. not a moment of shock and pain crosses his expression… half a second? that’s a different story. all he knows is that he will never be able to face you the way he used to ever again. his worst fear had come true. you had his unmasked self out on full display, and there was nothing you wanted in him. no qualities you saw in him befitting of a partner. he wonders, maybe you would like him better if he was… ah, no. he knows he mustn’t think like that.

you’ll find that he’s slightly more reserved the next day. he doesn’t even seem to see you as a friend, more an acquaintance. even he can’t hide the drastic change, relying on luck and hoping you wouldn’t corner him about it. jade hates lying to people he loves, so he’d simply have to tell the truth. but a part of him hopes that you care enough to attempt to maintain that special connection you had before. however, another part of him simply wants you gone. hm, he was never the best with emotions… maybe he’d just lie to himself and say that love for you didn’t exist.

floyd leech

…ugh. now he was really in a bad mood. … this wasn’t fair. how come he had to love you, but you saw him as some rowdy guy? this sucks. you suck. no way.. he wasn’t tearing up like some heartbroken fishy.

once again, floyd leech cannot seem to control his emotions. it has always been a… problem with him. everyone avoided him because of this factor, choosing to scramble back from the eel. but you… he thought you were different. you didn’t freak out and scatter like a sardine when he appeared in a hall, instead choosing to greet him if he struck up a conversation. he thought you loved him. or at the very least, liked him. wrong.

you got on well with everyone. of course he had to take that as a sign you were a friend. the cold and harsh rejection you served him was enough to prove he was an idiot, thanks. the emphasis on why he was unloveable was more than enough, thanks. …oh who is he kidding, he wouldn’t fall for someone like that. floyd had been a hopeless romantic ever since he saw that one movie about a couple. deep down inside, he hoped it would be just like that. too bad you knocked that dream out of him so fast, because it’d be a while since he’d call another his little shrimp. floyd doesn’t even leave his room for a while, opting to curl up on his bed and delete the hundreds of photos he took of him and his ‘shrimpy.’

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[rat-typewriter]

Caught in the Rain.

Summary: You and Arven get caught in the rain - fluff ensues

Proofread?: hahahahaha no.

As it turned out, your coat was not as waterproof as the label claimed. You had long been soaked through to your skin, but you kept walking - praying that a town would be nearby.

Arven walked a few feet ahead of you, but every few minutes he glanced back over his shoulder, checking you were still behind him.

"Arven, we're going to die out here,"

Arven laughed unconvincingly. "It's really not that bad!"

Thunder rumbled above you.

"It is that bad!" You quickened your pace to catch up with him. "I'm freezing," You added, more quietly. On any other day, you would have Googled the symptoms of frostbite - since your fingers had started to turn a concerning shade of purple - but they were so numb that unlocking your phone was near impossible. You weren’t one to complain, but it really was cold.

"I promise it's not far now," He sighed, smiling apologetically.

You snorted. "Yeah, okay - just eighteen thousand miles to go." 

He rolled his eyes and laughed, turning back to face you. "C'mere," He held out his arm and you tucked yourself beneath it - nestling into his shoulder.

The wind rushed past you again, whipping your already-wet hair into your eyes. You shuddered as the icy rain stung on your cheeks; you felt. Arven's arm tighten around your shoulders as you both pressed on.

"This was absolutely not what the weatherman said this morning." He grumbled.

"I thought girl scouts were always prepared." You teased, grinning up at him.

"Ha. Ha." 

—

Never in your life had you been so happy to see a hotel before. 

Wholly soaked, you and Arven ran towards the door - him grabbing your arm when you slipped on the wooden decking. 

"Whoa there, there's no rush!" He grinned. "It's not like we can get wetter," 

"That's true," You said, laughing as you regained your footing. 

As you straightened up, you looked at him and realised - even when he got you lost in a downpour - how much you loved him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed filled your body with warmth and left you feeling slightly as though you might float away.

Yeah, you really loved him.

"After you, m'lady," He said, bowing with mock majesty.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to yourself as you walked towards the door. "Yeah, yeah - like  royalty is ever covered in mud."

You were long-resigned to the fact that your socks would never be white again and instead had turned your worries to how you'd clean the sodden cuffs of your jeans. It was safe to say that you were going to be spending a lot of time at the nearest laundrette.

Arven grinned, snaking an arm around your waist.

"You're still gorgeous to me," He said, drawing out the me as he peppered your face with kisses.

"Ugh, you're all wet." You squirmed, fruitlessly trying to mask your giggles.

"So are you!" 

"Whose fault is that, though?"

"Touché, touché," He smiles and your heart skips a beat again. You'd never admit it, but no amount of mud and dirt and rain and cold would keep you from this boy. He couldn't get rid of you that easily.

—

You stood in the hotel room, looking at the wet carpet that you had dripped all over. 

"I hope they won't be mad at us." You called through the en-suite door, where Arven was showering.

There was a short pause, before his unconvincing response came. "...I'm sure they won't mind,"

You rolled your eyes, and turned back to Mabostiff, who lay across your lap. 

"You're lucky, y'know." You said, stroking his fur gently. "You can just stay in your Poké ball. Though, I suppose you don't mind the rain, really - you won't get cold with your lovely fur."

You raised your voice slightly and turned towards the bathroom door. "But some of us wouldn't mind getting out of their cold clothes!"

There was no response - instead just the sound of running water.

“He always takes forever in the shower,” You said to Mabostiff, who let out a quiet ruff in response. As much as it pained you to do so, you gently pushed the pokémon off your lap - standing and looking around for your bag, which lay between your two twin beds. You figured he wouldn’t mind if you changed quickly into something warm and dry. At least you wouldn’t be shivering so much, you thought to yourself as you pulled out a tshirt.

Slowly, you peeled off your wet layers, until only in your damp underwear. Taking one of the fluffy white towels on your bed, you dried your hair as best you could. 

You had only been travelling with Arven for a few months, but somehow, you felt as though you'd known him forever. Back at school you had overheard him begging Nemona for help to find the Titan pokémon - and once the treasure hunt began, you approached him. When you'd offered your help he had been so excited - shaking your hand violently and thanking you over and over again. You'd done a little research and so knew about the herbs; you had a pretty good idea of why he'd want them too, but you let him admit it to you in his own time. When he let you Mabostiff for the first time, he was blown away by how gentle and kind you were. You pretended not to notice, but as you both sat by the campfire - watching it sleep peacefully across your lap - he'd quietly brushed a few tears from his eyes. Smiling to yourself, you pulled a tissue from your bag and handed it to him in silence.

"Hey, y/n - the shower’s free if you want-"

You squeaked in surprise - dropping down behind your bed. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the water turn off.

"SORRY. SORRY." Arven shouted, shielding his eyes. "OH GOD, UH-"

"Oh! Uh - I'm sorry!" You quickly said - face flushed; fumbling with your shirt.

“IT’S OKAY.” He said, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. He had turned to face away from you - covering his face - but by the redness of his ears, you could tell he was blushing.

You pulled on the shirt - getting your elbow stuck in the armhole twice - and rummaged through your bag for some shorts.

“Shit,” You mumbled, as you put the shorts on and struggled with the button.  “I’m sorry, Arven. I should have been more careful.”

Still facing away from you, he replied. “Hey, don’t worry. I mean, it’s me who should be more careful.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Not really.” even now - he was too polite to let you take the blame. 

“Okay, I’m fully clothed.” you announced - trying to ignore the awkwardness that filled the room - and he turned around - smiling sheepishly.

“Coolio,” He said, before visibly cringing. “I mean, not that it wasn’t cool - wait, no- I mean-”

You grinned at his flustered state and stepped towards him. “Hey, it’s cool - don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, relaxing slightly - his face still pink. 

You could have left it there, but somehow you just couldn’t resist his red face. You just loved being able to make him blush.

“But, hey, if it was that cool - we could always do it again sometime.”

He whipped his face up, eyes wide and replied in a small voice. “Seriously?”

“Sure.” you said, shrugging. And with that you walked across the room - passing him quickly and opened the door. “I’m starving - wanna go get something to eat?”

Still red in the face, he grinned. “Why not?”

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[serenescribe]

Hmmm ok ok ok for the ficlet frenzy how about a scene that takes place in Malleus’s dreamworld that’s kind of like the story prompt you had earlier where Malleus took the part of Maleficent and Silver took the part of Aurora - but this time Silver is still Aurora. However, it’s Lilia who has the part of Maleficent and he gets mind-controlled by Malleus in the dreamworld to put Silver to sleep. Lilia’s not aware of his own actions (or maybe he is for that extra angst flavor) and Malleus lets him have control back only after he’s forced to put Silver to sleep so Lilia is left with the horrible reality of his actions. (Btw I really love how you write Silver and Lilia’s dynamic as father and son, it feels so realistic and kind)

[✐] ficlet frenzy link to other ficlet

“Ugh…”

His head hurts. With a groan, Lilia presses the palm of his hand against his forehead, fingers digging deep in a desperate, perhaps instinctive, attempt to massage away the throbbing pain. But it continues to linger, likened to a pulsating vein; it weighs him down and makes him feel dizzy, the pain overwhelming his senses.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he comes back to himself. Lilia pushes himself upright, palms pressing against a cold stone floor to get himself off from the ground. His mind is a muddled mess, and the pain certainly doesn’t help. What happened? It’s a question that runs through his mind; Lilia racks his brain, but the last thing he can recall is a blurry haze of memories: his time spent as the general, followed by the sudden recollection of his suppressed memories and subsequently, wandering through dreams, searching for a way to save…

Malleus.

The name strikes his very soul. Lilia’s eyes fly open, head jerking upwards. Yes, that’s right— he remembers Malleus, standing tall in all his overblotted glory, tattered regalia draping off of him. He’d appeared out of nowhere while they had been split up, a cruel smile across his ink-stained lips as he raised one dripping hand, thrumming with magic, and—

A shiver runs down Lilia’s spine. He doesn’t want to raise his head. Some deep part of him knows that there is a terrible sight that awaits him. If he lies back down and closes his eyes, could he linger in his ignorance forever? All of this is too much for his old soul to handle.

And yet, for all his cowardice, Lilia still braces himself, and looks up.

The scene before him chills him to the core.

Silver, his dear, sweet Silver, is splayed out across the floor, face buried in his arms, hair masking bits of his face. Lilia sucks in a breath, heart stuttering to a stop at the sight of his son, so motionless, as though he were dead — the knowledge that they are within a dream brings him no comfort, not when Lilia knows not of what will happen to him next. His eyes drift upwards, taking in the spinning wheel that looms over his son, a sharp needle glistening in the dim candlelight of the room.

And next to Silver, next to the wheel, is Malleus.

“What did you do,” Lilia breathes. It’s not even a question, for that would imply some level of politeness. No, it’s a demand forced out in a trembling voice, a desperate order to understand what is going on.

Malleus simply tilts his head, a smile curling across his face. “I believe a better question would be: what did you do, Lilia?”

And all at once, it all comes back to him.

He’d slipped through labyrinthian corridors as though he were a puppet on a string, movements dictated by a mind other than his own. He hadn’t stepped out of the shadows; no, he’d descended a twisting set of staircases, used magic gifted to him to open hidden passageways, sending little balls of light towards wherever his son had been. He’d whispered through the air, magic carrying his voice through the cracks in the walls: Silver, Silver, Silver.

And then Silver appeared — eyes glossed over with a sickly green hue, every silent step leading him towards his doom. He’d stepped back, always out of sight, all the way until the topmost room: he’d called Silver over to the wheel, coaxed him to press his finger against the glinting needle, sharpened to a perfect tip, so narrow, so pointed—

Lilia keels over, gasps escaping his lips. He thinks he’s going to be sick.

“I must thank you, truly.” He forces himself to raise his head at the sound of Malleus’ voice, narrowing his eyes at the man. “I could not have gotten Silver here without your assistance. After all, who else would he follow, if not you?”

“You— You—”

His eyes widen as Malleus stoops down, gathering his son up in his arms. “No,” Lilia breathes, scrambling to shove himself to his feet as Malleus straightens up, magic beginning to pool from his very being, a green aura mixed with dripping blot. “No, no, you can’t take him from me—”

“Give my regards to Sebek, if you will,” Malleus tells him, as though he were simply departing, and not escaping with Lilia’s child in his arms. “And should the two of you ever tire of playing saviour… you need only call for me to bring you back to your dreams.”

And right as Lilia lunges forward, a strangled screech escaping his lips, Malleus and Silver disappear, leaving Lilia alone.

He crashes onto his knees in a painful thud, another ear-splitting shriek erupting from his throat. He gasps, those foul, awful memories of what he did infesting his mind, haunting him miserably, an infestation he cannot rid himself of.

He is responsible for Silver’s endless sleep. He is responsible for Malleus whisking him away.

Bitter bile rises in his throat. Lilia slams his fist into the ground, a choked sob spilling from his tongue as his knuckles throb with pain.

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Q/U/X is for -- Ulysses

Writing for Ulysses always seems to transport me to another world, I swear, he just-- His way of speaking, and the general air about the man is all just... ethereal, in a way? I don't know, but he makes me feel like more of a poet than I've ever been, lol.

And the dialogue prompt he got had me on the floor, it's just SO accurate and perfect for him and Six. Ugh.

Anywho, I hope you guys like it!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: Ulysses x g/n! Six

Dialogue: “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Word: Unite

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

“Um, well, I suppose I should be leaving, then. Ulysses.” Six stepped away from the pair’s close proximity slowly, backing up while still facing him. 

To hold our eye contact, or to make sure I don't stab them in the back?

“You’re not leaving.” 

Though the words commanded Six's attention, the way he voiced it was more of a question than an order. 

Ulysses couldn’t tell if that put them at ease or not.

“Well, I… Why you’d want to be around me at all, after everything I’ve learned about myself... I don’t blame you for wanting me dead, is all. Figure I should leave before you act on it though, right?” 

Six’s voice was nervous, but there was a sadness that Ulysses detected there as well. A shame, even. 

They should feel ashamed for what they’ve done… But then, is the shame enough of a consequence on its own? Does it absolve them of their wrongdoings, if they are pained by it this way, even without memory of the action itself? 

“What about my behavior has told you that I plan on acting on what I spoke about in our first meeting?” 

Ulysses was closer to them now, looking down the point of his mask to their large eyes, wide with… was it fear? 

Still?

“I don’t know, I just… I understand why you were so furious, why you sought me out, I couldn’t imagine… If I had a home, and someone took it from me, well, I’d like to think I would’ve done the same as you did. Only, maybe less honorably.” 

A soft snort escaped the mask, and Six could see some semblance of sympathy shining within the dark depths of Ulysses’ intense eyes. 

“That, in itself, is honorable to say.” They couldn’t pull their gaze from his, and as his compliment met their ears, a smooth tingle of relief wove up their spine. Ulysses could see it, from his perspective, the way they sought his forgiveness. 

That too, was honorable. 

He couldn’t help but admire the courier then. Then… and now. Now, as he shared his tent with them. A temporary home, but still some fragment of the place of belonging that they both craved so wholly. 

And how could he blame them? With their memories, as shoddy and incomplete as the crude camps he’d often made himself to stifle that wound in his chest that the Divide was meant to fill.  

They didn’t even know who they were, what they’d done, or why. It was a struggle he himself could not quite imagine. 

“I can’t believe I’m here…” 

Ulysses heard them say, perhaps to themself, as they turned and dropped their pack back to its place near to his sleeping mat. 

“I mean, I thought you hated me… That you would never forgive me, never stop… trying to kill me.” 

“Hate and love are but cousins;” Ulysses told them, stepping closer as they rounded to face him again, “Passion drawn from deep within and showcasing itself in the most intense forms available to us. The difference is but one instant.” 

And that instant is now. 

Ulysses’ impassioned gaze told them, near amber in color, with the emotion blazing within them. The simple look itself sent an overwhelming shiver down the courier’s spine. 

“But, hold on.” They said, before his stare had a chance to hold them prisoner for eternity, “Everything I’ve done, I mean… Your second chance, your home, a place away from the Legion, a new start, it was all yours, until me. How... how could you look past that?" 

Ulysses could easily see the struggle within them from the outside, just as much as he heard it in their words. 

Is it so hard for them to detect my own inner thoughts? 

After the nights they’d shared, they’d had to share during the massive dust storm that could’ve claimed both their lives, had they not had each other; how could they not see the way his view of them has changed? 

Six had seen him all those nights. His perseverance, his will, yes, that they knew of before the pair had properly even met. No, but those nights, they’d seen a glimpse of his vulnerability. The man behind the mask, the one who longs for a place to call his own, a place to belong, after a lifetime of feeling wrong. 

Wrong for turning his back on the Twisted Hairs with the illusion of not having a choice, wrong for being a part of the Legion, the very same faction that murdered and enslaved his people, that eradicated them from the map and from memory. Then, maybe wrongly too, he’d turned his back on the Legion as well. 

Had he no honor? Had he not a decisive mind? No allegiance? No loyalty? 

Who was Ulysses, if not a Twisted Hair, if not a Frumentarius, if not a courier? 

So wholeheartedly he had always formed his identity around that which he was forced to follow, to be a part of, even against his own wishes. 

His wishes, that now he had the freedom to consider. 

And Ulysses did. 

Even now, he was considering Six. The courier who’d seen him, a blank slate, with not even themself for Ulysses to obsess over. No, now all was out in the open. No holotapes, no hiding, no mystery, and yet, Six accepted him, forgave him, allied themself with him... 

It was true. Ulysses had made up his mind now, and he’d done it on his own, wholly. 

“My new start?” He said, his voice rumbling so softly from within his mask, that Six had to lean in close to catch his words. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I merely had to reflect to see it. To look back on my past, and on yours. The way that you’ve shaped me, without even knowing it.”

Six blinked at him, and their mouth fell slightly agape in their shock. 

 “Our stories are comparable, Six. Both alone, with a rich past, but no idea who we truly are. Not when your memory was taken from you, and my individuality. Together though, I see a change in both of us. I see what I thought was stolen forever from me, by you.”

Ulysses took another step forward, his chest just barely brushing Six’s as he took a deep breath in, his eyes locked to theirs, dark hair curtaining an intense, but pleading expression. 

And there it was again, that vulnerability that the ex-soldier, ex-spy, had never been able to show another living soul, and it was showing plain in his expression, sounding so clearly in his voice, that it was effortless. 

Six made it effortless for him to be genuine with them. 

It was something he could find himself getting used to, he thought. 

“With you,” He continued, raising one hand to brush the roughened tips of his fingers to Six’s chin. Affectionate, but subtle. “I see a future for us both.”

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[sickficideas]

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Sick or Treat!

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🍫 (Overindulgence) - Tachihara/Gin (Warnings: emetophilia, suggestive) 🍎 (Food poisoning) - Tachihara + [s4 spoiler] (Warnings: emeto/vomiting, mentions of poisoning, spoilers for s4 of bsd)

🍫 (Overindulgence) - Tachihara/Gin

Michizo lays a hand over his bloated tummy, almost certain this isn't going to stay down. He ate far too much and far too quickly, but admitting any of that would mean a very stern ‘I told you so’ lecture from Higuchi.

It's just him, Higuchi, and Gin. Akutagawa is off somewhere doing work with the Detective Agency at the former executive's request, and Hirotsu is working with the boss on something top secret. Higuchi always seems a little lost when she's not working directly with Akutagawa. She invited the two of them to dinner, on her wallet, and of course, they couldn't refuse even if they wanted to.

But now, he's gotten himself into trouble.

“I'll be right back,” Michizo stammers nervously, waving his phone to the two of them, “important phone call.”

Neither of them question it but he sees a glint of suspicion in Gin’s eyes. She’s far too observant for her own good, he thinks, but he’s in too much of a hurry to try to ward any of it off. As long as Higuchi doesn’t notice, he’s free to go.

He slips away into the front hall of the restaurant where the restroom is, where he lets up a nauseous burp into a closed fist as soon as he’s alone. He’s lucky enough to be the only person in the restroom when he slips inside, so he locks himself into one of the three available stalls and slides down the wall to sit on the ground, arms wrapped around his middle to nurse his aching tummy.

His meal is sitting so heavy in his stomach that he's certain if he bends over, it'll fall right out of his mouth. He leans over the toiler for a second to test his theory, but all he can manage is a pained moan. He lays back against the wall, sneaking a hand under his shirt. His hand feels cold against his too-warm swollen tummy. He tries to rub and press on it, but all that ends up doing is making him burp. He brings a fist up to his mouth to force a few more, hoping maybe that will bring him closer to throwing up.

“Hrrpp - ugh…” he moans, throwing his head back, realizing all this is doing is making him more nauseous. He really doesn’t want to shove his hand down his throat. He’s tried before, he always chickens out.

“Tachihara?”

Gin's voice never fails to scare the crap out of him, even now that he's been hearing it for months. He doesn’t know how he missed hearing her footsteps, or the door opening, but he sees her heels under the stall door.

“Are you okay?” she asks after he had been silent for a bit too long.

“I need to puke. I ate too much,” he groans, deciding that there’s no point in lying to her. “I'd rather get it over with now than deal with it all night…I'm fine, I just…need a minute.”

“Do you want help?”

She offers that so casually. She's offering to shove her fingers down his throat, he's pretty sure, and she’s saying it like she’s just offering to get him a glass of water. The way that thought makes him feel is a whole other story.

“You can say no,” Gin says a little quieter, almost like she's embarrassed about offering, but Michizo is truly in no position to refuse her. He’s already run out of options.

“No, I mean - I, uh. Anything to make it go faster, honestly,” Michizo stammers as nonchalantly as he can, but Gin doesn't seem to notice that he's a little nervous, at least, not as far as he can tell.

She manages to open the stall door from the other side with zero struggle, a skill of hers that has always scared him, but he’s grateful now - he really didn’t want to get up to let her in. She closes the door behind her, and Michizo feels his heart start to hammer in his chest as soon as she turns around. He always has a hard time deciding what she’s thinking when she’s wearing that mask.

She kneels in front of him and he presses himself up flush against the wall. He’s thinking about how hilarious Jouno would think this situation is. He joked about it from the beginning - Michizo having a crush on some high-ranking Port Mafia member, and here he is, letting her make him throw up, and for some reason, he thinks it’s hot.

“Are you ready?” she asks gently, tilting her head. He nods without thinking, and he parts his lips as soon as she lifts up her hand. He huffs out a shaky breath as her fingers brush over his lips.

Gin's cold, slender fingers snake to the back of his throat and Michizo's pissed he has an over-active gag reflex. He finds himself trying to force his stomach to settle for just a few seconds longer. His mouth floods with saliva that surely coats Gin’s hand. He moans against it, not entirely sure why nothing has come up yet, but she shoves her hand back a little further, and he feels it rush up his throat.

Gin manages to take her hand back just before thick, undigested vomit floods over his tongue, nearly splattering over his thighs. He closes his mouth just in time to avoid a disaster, but Gin lays a hand on his back to direct him to the toilet, where he opens his mouth and lets the torrent of vomit splatter into the water.

“That’s good,” she tells him gently. He feels her hand sneak under the front of his shirt to press against his tummy, sending shivers down his spine before he burps up another wave of hot chunks into the toilet water. “Be careful how much you eat next time.”

Michizo’s not sure he wants to follow that advice, if this is how it ends for him.

🍎 (Food poisoning) - Tachihara + Hunting Dogs

“Fuck,” Michizo moans, panting into the trash bin that Tecchou is holding up for him. There’s already quite a bit of vomit in there, and even though his eyes dart down to look only for a second, it’s long enough to make his stomach lurch, and force more of his stomach contents to shoot up to his mouth and hit the rest of it with a sickening splatter.

“It might not be a bad idea to have the nurses check you out,” Tecchou suggests, evidently surprised that Michizo still has something in his stomach to bring up. Michizo is surprised too. He’s lost count of how many times he’s puked.

“I bet those evil Port Mafia dogs tried to poison you…they must know your secret. You should abandon the mission,” Teruko suggests hastily, slamming her fist on the table.

“Okura, we don’t have the authority to suggest that,” Jouno says with a sigh. This certainly isn’t the first time she’s tried to get him to quit - he appreciates the concern, though, she only gets aggressive about it when he’s injured, or sick like this.

“Look at him, Jouno! Obviously he’s been poisoned, I’ve never seen him that sick!” she barks back at him.

Michizo shakes his head, not even bothering to conceal the pained moan. “No, it’s…one of the - hrrRRK - ”

Of course, he’s been having trouble making it through sentences with how sick his tummy is. Another splash of vomit ends up in the trash bin, and he somehow manages to avoid throwing up on Tecchou’s hand - although, Tecchou would be the last person to care.

“As you were saying?” Jouno asks. Michizo sinks back into the couch, and Tecchou stays close beside him. Jouno looks a little scary, standing in front of them with his arms crossed. Michizo wishes that the three of them weren’t all in here, but of course, Michizo is the one who started throwing up in the middle of a briefing.

“The…um, one of my - superiors, she’s sick too. We had…” he somehow manages. He’s truly just too nauseous to think straight, his stomach lurches every ten seconds, at least. “We had the same thing for dinner…last night.”

Michizo was out pretty late at some impromptu hot pot party some lower-ranking Port Mafia members set up, and Higuchi tagged along with him - only to text him several hours later to ask if he was feeling sick, because they both had quite a bit of pork belly. He’d had a few drinks and chalked it up to that, but when he arrived at the Hunting Dogs headquarters this morning, he realized his stomach was going to make sure whatever he had eaten was going to come out.

“We still have to be sure. That doesn’t rule out that you’ve been poisoned,” Tecchou reminds him sternly. Michizo is well aware of that, but if someone from the Port Mafia tried to poison him, they wouldn’t take Higuchi down with him. She’s far too valuable for that. At least, he thinks so.

“He’s right, Tachihara, as much as I hate to agree with him. I’ll call a nurse in here to get some blood tests run on you. Fluids wouldn’t hurt either,” Jouno says. Michizo presses a palm up to his forehead and groans. He feels terrible. They already offered to take him directly to the nurses, but he doesn’t trust himself to walk all the way over there.

Jouno had already vanished, and Teruko marched off behind him. Michizo lays his head on the side of the couch and Tecchou lowers the trash bin onto the ground, which he thinks he’s safe to do for a minute. He takes out the phone he uses for the Port Mafia, and sees a text from Higuchi.

nee-san 05:47 AM Are you home? I have a tea that really helps for things like this. I’ll bring it to you.

Michizo huffs through his nose.

me 05:59 AM aren’t you sick too nee-san?

He personally can’t imagine traveling to anyone in the state he’s in. He’s hoping that Higuchi is simply doing much better than he is right now, but it’s far more likely that she’s too selfless to put her health over anyone else. He’d never dream of making her bring him anything if she feels as sick as he does.

me 06:00 AM i’m at the doctor. stay home and rest for once you crazy broad

A hiccup catches him by surprise and Tecchou brings up the trash bin, but fortunately, Michizo’s stomach seems to be calm for right now.

“Was that the woman you mentioned?” Tecchou asks, evidently snooping on Michizo’s messages. Really, Michizo has nothing to hide.

“Yeah,” Michizo nods, his head swaying a little.

“That was kind of her to offer,” Tecchou says. “If she’s as sick as you are.”

Michizo is surprised to hear that. Jouno or Teruko would certainly never dream of feeling any sort of positive emotion about anyone in the Port Mafia. Michizo struggles to play along sometimes, but he doesn’t know why.

“Yeah, she’s…she’s cool,” Michizo murmurs with a weak nod. “She’s always lookin’ out for us…”

“You know not to get too close with them, though, Tachihara,” Tecchou says. It’s hard to place the emotion in his tone. It’s almost like pity. Michizo’s heart sinks. Their future plans are something he wishes he could ignore. He’d rather be thinking about how much his stomach hurts right now.

His head is too jumbled for him to realize he’s about to throw up again, and it comes hot from the back of his throat and splatters over his lap. He somehow managed to avoid doing that until now. He groans, bringing a hand up to his mouth to burp into it, and Tecchou brings the bucket back up under his chin as is drips saliva and vomit into the bin. He feels so miserable. He screws his eyes shut.

He hopes Higuchi feels better than he does.

#these were fun to write i love these characters #tachihara my love (starts ugly crying) #tachihara #higuchi #gin #tecchou #jouno #teruko #tachigin #vomiting #emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto scenario #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #illness #sick or treat #drabble #fanfic #my drabbles #my fanfictions #suggestive #spoilers #s4 spoilers #ask box #sick #sicknario #food poisoning

[chrollos-crown]

Disclaimer: idk a fuckin thing about wrestling but i tried my absolute best bro i swear LMAO so if you're a wrestler and this made you cringe i sincerely apologize. A lot of this info was scrounged off of Google so blame them instead of me hahaa

Warnings: sfw, lil suggestive but nothin crazy or explicit. wrestling?? that includes like headlocks, pressure points, etc. Other than that 2nd hand embarrassment for the reader LMAO, lots of cussing cause i have a potty mouth.

Ghost x gn!reader

"OW!! fucking hell, can you chill the fuck out ghost?!?" you growled as simon holds you firmly in a cradle pin. Your left leg is wrapped in between the crook of his right elbow which locks both your leg and your head into a single loop. You groan, feeling a painful stretch in your leg as it's pushed further towards your head than you ever thought humanly possible. "You know what to do. If you want me to let go, you gotta tap out Bambi" ghost hums, seemingly entertained by this whole débâcle. Although the two of you have been wrestling for about half an hour now he seems no where near as exhausted as you are, mask and all.

You take a deep breath in, eyebrow twitching at the use of the nickname that Soap gave you a few months ago upon joining 141. Training with the boys was no joke, a process that always left your muscles sore and aching as soon as training began. Upon wrestling with Soap one day, he'd noticed how your body lightly shook from the exhaustion that came with trying to put up a winning fight against any of members of the task force. He'd laughed it off, trying not to embarrass you too deeply, but not before comparing you to a scene in the movie Bambi. The baby deer gets a feel for his legs for the very first time, but not without a healthy amount of wobbling, his legs ultimately giving out just like you during your first training session with 141. Since then, the name Bambi had stuck.

"Oh fuck you, I'd rather pass out than tap out," you say wriggling around with little to no avail. You take a moment to steady your breathing as much as possible, giving yourself a second to think. 'Ugh, i need some kind of master plan or i'll be laying here wrapped up like a fuckin pretzel for the rest of forever.' Your mind flickers back to past training sessions, this isn't the first time you've been in a cradle lock and it probably won't be the last. Your remember what Price had told you last the time you and ghost were in this position 'Keep your head up, arch your back, and straighten your legs, Bambi. A straightened, stiff body is more difficult to cradle'

Ghost is a boulder of a man, if it comes down to power you'll never win, so wit it is. Step 1: straighten out. You lock your ankles and use both legs to straighten out as much as you physically can, partially decreasing the intensity of ghost's hold. Perfect. Captain Price's voice echos through your head once more 'A cradle is a restraint that requires the person applying it to tie up both of their hands and arms in order to hold the opponent. The person being held usually has both hands and arms free, use this advantage to attack their pressure points and cause the person to release.' Step 2: Pressure point attack and RUN! Being in a cradle isn't an ideal position for pressure points, many of them being covered by how close your bodies were to one another and ghost's stupid fucking mask. And that's when a light bulb goes off in your head THE MASK!! Although ghosts masks covers a good chunk of his face, the pressure point directly underneath his ear on the side of his jaw was prime pickings. And before you even realize what your body is doing you JAM your pointer and middle fingers into the sensitive area causing the surprised man to loosen his grip enough for your momentary escape.

You place your outside hand against ghost's elbow, and quickly crunch your abs as you duck your head out of his grip, pushing his right arm off of the back of your head. As soon as you're out of his grip you make a run for it, trying to get as far away from ghost as physically possible while still staying within the perimeter of the wrestling mat. You crawl, stumbling as you try to pull yourself up and off of the floor in hopes of even-ing the playing field. Maybe you'd have a better chance of taking him down if you were standing and ghost was still on the ground yeah right, as if. But before you're able to make it on to your feet, you feel a large hand grab your ankle & yanking you back down to the ground. A loud yelp escapes your lips and you're ripped backwards, body once again coming into contact with ghost's.

"NOOOOOO!!!" you dramatically yell out, as if your desperate act would cause simon to take it any easier on you. Within a split second his body is on yours once again, but this time he's sitting on your back causing your stomach to be crushed against the mat from his added weight. The man makes a move to grab your arms, securing them both in his cold, large hands as he pulls them backwards towards his sides. You groan, feeling your arms uncomfortably stretch as your shoulders come up off of the ground. Ghost's body weight shifts slightly, his weight moving into the divot in your lower back. Soon after, a loud CRACK echos throughout the base. You'd been going to the medic for the past few weeks due to lower back issues, probably stemming from all the heavy gear you wear during missions. They suggested going to a chiropractor, but you simply haven't had the time to in between trainings, weapon head counts, more training, etc. The crack shot a wave of relief down the length of your back, the accumulated pressure finally subsiding.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of your vertebrae and before you could think twice about it you let out one of the loudest, most guttural moans that have ever escaped your lungs. "Hhhuuunnggg, fuuuuuuuckkk~" You let out a big sigh of relief before instantly freezing, realization smacking you in the face as you feel ghost's body tense up against yours. Oop— 'Omg no way i just moaned like that in front of him, oh im sick to my fuckin stomach..' like absolutely mortified pA few awkward moments pass before you bust out laughing trying to shake the tension in the room "Oh my god! Holy shit, I feel like I've been rebirthed. Fuckin hell that felt goood" ....Silence.... You feel Ghost's body relax, a set of low vibrations pulsing through your body as the man releases a low chuckle before getting off of you. "The hell is wrong with you Bambi, you should really get your back checked out. That shit's not normal" You hum, relieved that Simon is finally off of you and giving you a chance to breath even if it's comes at the cost of your ego. You roll over onto your back before propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the man. The tension in the room subsides, broken up by the sheer laugh-ability of the situation. You huff, a slight tint of red covering your cheeks as you try to suppress your grin "Shit, I would've never considered going to the fuckin chiro if i knew you could break my back so hard you would fix it! As long as you come by my room and crack my back once a day i'm sure i'll be fine. That shit felt good"

Ghost shakes his head in disbelief, eyes slightly crinkled at the sides, giving you the impression that he just might be sporting a slight smile under his mask. "That's enough for today Bambi, I gotta wash my ears out. Don't think I've ever heard a noise that filthy from something as simple as a back crack." You groan, flopping back down onto the mat before covering your face with both hands, peeking through your fingers to watch ghost leave. 'Fuck, he's never gonna let me live that down'

#ghost #cod x y/n #call of duty #cod #cod ghost #ghost x y/n #call of duty ghost #cod x reader #modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost x reader

[lunathebee]

Just saw your dialog request thing! And can I say oh my god! Can you do 9 and 7 please, but no dying, I can’t handle angst 😂

Pairing: Namor x human!fem!reader

Warning: mention of blood

A/n: no dying?? hmmm,it took me awhile to come up with something lol

Dialogue prompt #7: "In k’áatech" ― "I love you?" ― "Your Mayan is getting better In yakunaj (my love)"

Dialogue prompt #9: "Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"I should have known better." Namor shook his head and glared at Y/n, his eyes no longer soft and full of love anymore; they were icy cold and sleek like a dagger, preparing to strike. "You're just like all the humans on land, foolishly thinking some negotiation could solve everything."

Y/n takes a deep breath to control her rage. Namor has always been stubborn, ever since the first day they met; but she knows that beneath it all, he is a soft-hearted person, a king who cares about his people's well-being, and a charming man to say the least.

But there are moments like right now that make Y/n feel like her lover is a totally different person.

"All I’m saying is the war could be prevented, and NEVER compare me like that when I—I myself was willing to become a Talokanil for you... UgH..you know what? Fine" Y/n stormed off to put on her armor and breathing mask as Namor watched in disbelief.

"What are you doing?" He asks while following her with caution.

Y/n doesn’t answer as she picks up a spear, admiring how sharp the blade is before Namor takes it from her hand in anger. "Don’t make me ask again, In Yakunaj (my love)" He lowered his head and whispered in Y/n’s ears, watching her reaction.

"Can’t you see? If you don’t want peace and my advice, the least I could do is fight alongside you." Y/n smirks. "And maybe I can be there to watch how you lose the war that you started first."

Namor can feel his head fuming with anger for a moment; his lover sure knows how to mess with him. Namor has always taken pride in his superhuman strength and power; never in a million years would he think about losing a fight. "Nice joke Sirenita (little siren)"

Y/n likes it when Namor calls her by that nickname; there are many things that she has regretted in the past, but loving him is definitely not one of them.

“Now…can I have my spear back and go with you? Namora and Attuma must be tired of waiting for us In ajawo' (my king)”

===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===

"¡Líik’ik Talokan!" Namor yelled out loud before watching his people jump fearlessly from the water onto land, easily overpowering all the enemies.

Y/n on the other hand is struggling to fight; after all, she is a human, and her abilities can't compare to a Talokanil warrior. 

"Tsk tsk, what do we have here? Your skin isn’t blue like those freaks" A guy ripped off Y/n’s breathing mask while forcing a knife near her throat. "You don’t need this, honey; you are a human, aren’t you?"

The woman gritted her teeth in anger, unaware of how the guy already had another knife digging slowly into her stomach.

"Y/n!" Namor’s voice booming from above caught her attention; it turned out he had been looking for her when she went missing, flying and scanning the whole area.

But it's not just Y/n who is aware of Namor's presence; the bad guy holding her hostage is as well.

"Fuck, you're dead to me" he muttered, and before Y/n could comprehend what was happening, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, causing her to cry out loudly.

Y/n watched the guy run for his life before being killed immediately by Namor's trident falling from the sky. "KILL THEM ALL!" The king yelled, furious at seeing his lover get hurt.

Y/n doesn’t know what is happening or what happen after that, but the headache and dizziness are making her slowly become unconscious. Is this the end?

"Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you, please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore" Namor cried out while holding Y/n close to him.

"I’m okay; I will be okay... But geez, it did hurt."

The sudden answer made the king widen his eyes in shock and happiness. His lover is okay, but how?

"The armor saved my life." Y/n smiled, as if she knew what Namor would ask. "Well... I would say that it didn’t do a very good jo-"

Her sentence was cut off by a deep and fierce kiss; the action took Y/n by surprise, but she happily joined in, deepening it.

Namor broke the kiss before pulling Y/n’s head closer to his, their foreheads touching. "In k’áatech"

"I love you?"

"Your Mayan is getting better, In yakunaj (my love)"

Y/n smiles at Namor's praise before pulling him closer, yearning for another kiss.

#namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor fic #namor fanfiction #k'uk'ulkan #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you #kukulkan namor #namor the sub mariner #black panther wakanda forever #mcu namor #mcu x reader #mcu fic #mcu imagine

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS LUNATIC PARADE Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD ”Being a Popular ★ Guy is Rough ~Greetings from Inside the Kigurumi~”

Original title: モテ★オトコは辛いよ～着ぐるみの中からこんにちは～

Source: Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu:  Hirakawa Daisuke & Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Laito & Kou are a really fun combination because they’re always dissing each other, yet they fail to realize how similar the two of them actually are. :p I didn’t think I would witness the day on which Laito gets ganged up on by a bunch of girls and doesn’t enjoy it though haha. The smell of his costume must have been really bad if it prevented him from enjoying that sort of situation. 

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*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Gosh…What did I -  Mukami Kou-kun, super idol in both the human and the Demon World - do to be forced to wear this stupid kigurumi…? I mean, I can’t imagine my agency would ever give green light for this! Haah~ …And on top of that, I’m paired up with Laito-kun out of all people. Ah-aah~ I would have much preferred M-neko-chan. 

ーー Well, Laito-kun’s a big freak who gets a kick out of these kinds of humiliating situations, so I’m sure he has no issue dressing up like this.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Cut me some slack, will you…? What makes you think I’ll willingly put on this stuffy and kind of smelly costume of some kind of strange creature which is neither cute nor cool-looking…!? None of this would've happened if it weren’t for that guy forcing us with the words ‘go and make yourself useful to others for once’. …Hic…Uu…Honestly, who wore this before us? I can’t deal with this stench…!

Kou: Why don’t you try and push through by telling yourself it was a girl who wore it previously? You’ve got a vivid imagination, don’t you? 

Laito: …Ah! I see! If I imagine it was Bitch-chan completely drenched in sweat…!

Kou: There you go. I bet you’re starting to feel a bit worked up, aren’t you~? Come on, admit it~

Laito: Worked up…

Kou: Worked up~? 

Laito: ーー No way! I mean, this stench is too much! I mean, you don’t get excited from this either, do you? 

Kou: Well, mine doesn’t smell~ 

Laito: Haah…!? What do you mean? 

Kou: I asked the lady in charge to arrange a brand-new Kigurumi for me beforehand, so mine is fresh out of packaging~

Laito: Hah!? Excuse me! That’s not fair!

Kou: Of course it is! I’m just using my knowledge as someone in the entertainment business. …Or rather, I’ve learnt from painful experiences in the past, you could say. 

Laito: Which means you’ve had to wear a smelly Kigurumi once before? 

Kou: For one of the TV programs I featured in, yeah. It was truly horrible…I thought I was in Hell.  

Laito: I guess there’s a hidden dark side to the flashy showbiz industry. ー Wait! That’s not what matters right now! If you knew these would smell beforehand, couldn’t you have told me about it!? 

Kou: Eeh~? But you know, I figured that maybe you’d be into that sorta thing so I wouldn’t want to ruin the fun for you~

Laito: Ugh…Nfu~ Aren’t you a nice guy? (2)

Kou: Fufufu~

*Knock knock* 

Kou: Hm? 

You enter the room. 

Kou: Ah, M-neko-chan.

You tell them to get ready to go on stage. 

Kou: Hm? Get ready? Okay, rogar! We’ll be right there! …Come on, Laito-kun! Sounds like we’re up next. I’ll zip up your costume so turn around? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Uu…The stench is only getting worse…It’s giving me goosebumps…I’m positive it was a guy who wore this before me…!! That’s the only way to explain why my body is reacting so negatively to iーー 

Kou: Yeah, yeah, sure. 

Kou zips up his costume. 

Kou: There you go, ready to go!

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Blergh…Uurgh…Cough, cough…Uu…Cough, cough…

Kou: Oh come on. You’re obviously overreacting. 

Laito: Cough, cough…Then why don’t you try getting inside this costume as well? Cough, cough…Blergh…

Kou: Yeah, yeah, I know. M-neko-chan is waiting for us out front so let’s get going, okay? …Ah, all I have to do is put on this rabbit mask and then I’ll be good to go too. 

Kou puts on his mask. 

Kou: There we go! Let’s go, Laito-kun!

Laito: Easy for you to say, but my vision is very limited, I can barely tell where I’m going! …And the bad smell hasn’t gotten any better either!

Kou: Geez, guess I have no other choice. Come on, I’ll pull you by your hand, so let’s go. 

*Thud* 

Laito: Uu…What did I do to deserve this…!? 

Kou: Come on, stop complaining and let’s just get going. 

The two of them leave towards the main street.

*Thud* 

Kou: Hey there, M-neko-chan~!

Laito: Haah…

You ask Laito if he’s alright.

Laito: Huh? What makes you think I’m doing okay? 

You seem puzzled by his costume.

Laito: This costume? Good question. At first I thought it was meant to look like a worn-out gardening glove or some kind of wilted summer vegetable…

Kou: I’m pretty sure I was told it’s meant to resemble a rabbit? 

Laito: Haah!? In what way!? 

Kou: Don’t ask me! 

Laito: Actually, your costume is a rabbit as well, isn’t it? Yours is brand-new and actually looks like a proper rabbit, so why was I stuck with this monstrosity which looks like an old dish rag? 

Kou: I guess it’s bad karma? You were making inappropriate remarks to the lady in charge of the costume earlier, weren’t you? Anyway, we better get work soon! M-neko-chan, you’ll guide us, right? Let’s go! 

Laito: W-Wait! Hold up! I can’t see very well, remember!? …Bitch-chan, please give me your hand.

You grab hold of Laito’s hand.

Laito: Okay…I should be able to walk like this…

Kou: Hey? Why are you abusing the situation to have M-neko-chan hold your hand? 

Laito: Maybe you just have bad karma~ Nfu~

Kou: …Hmph. That’s my line!

Girls start squealing in the background. 

Laito: …Woah!? Come on, Kou-kun, it’s your time to shine. Why don’t you go keep those girls over there busy? In return, I’ll make sure to keep Bitch-chan company~

Kou: Haah!? You better do your job properly as well!

Laito: I mean, I won’t accomplish much when I look like rotten cabbage, will I?

*Rustle* 

Kou: Woah!?

Laito: Well then, Bitch-chan. Come here. Just ignore that guy and enjoy your time with me instead~ 

 You frown.

Laito: Work? Like I said earlier, Kou will do that in my place. Ahー You’re a very serious person, so I guess you’re scared of being scolded, aren’t you? In that case…Why don’t you join me inside this costume? It’s a little smelly, but I don’t dislike the sound of being pressed up against each other in this already stuffy costume to the point of it becoming even more sweaーー Uwah!? 

Laito is attacked by some of the fangirls. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Eh? Eeh!? What is happening…!? Uwaahーー 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Huh? 

You seem confused.

Kou: What’s happening? I’d like to know as well, honestly. For some reason, those girls are more into the rabbit which looks like it was used as a doormat than my proper rabbit costume. 

Laito: H-Hey…! C-Calm down…!! …K-Kou-kun…! Bitch-chan! Save me…!!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Fufu~ Why don’t you keep that hoard of girls busy for a while? ーー That being said…

Kou takes off his mask. 

Kou: …Phew~ Haah…Aaaahー! It was so hot in there! I’m drenched in sweat!

You give him a towel. 

Kou: Hm? A towel? How considerate of you, M-neko-chan! But while you’re at it…Won’t you wipe me down? I mean, just look at all this sweat!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Yeah, just like that. …Ah, there’s still a lot of sweat on my nape over here, it feels really icky. 

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Aah~ Amazing, M-neko-chan…It’s kind of making me excited. Say, rather than staying here amongst the crowd, why don’t we go over there to have some ‘fun’? 

The girls suddenly run up to Kou. 

Kou: …Huh? Wait? What? …Uwah!!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Waaah!! Y-You girls…! Calm down…!

Laito: Ugh…

You walk over to Laito and ask if he’s alright.

Laito: ….Hm? I’m pretty sure you asked the same thing earlier and once again…Do I look alright to you? I’m a complete mess after a whole group of girls had their way with me…You were watching as well, weren’t you? ーー Anyway, I’m gonna take this costume off now, so could you please unzip the back? 

You help him out of the Kigurumi. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: …Pwah! Haah, haah…

Laito takes a couple of deep breaths. 

Laito: Aah~ Nothing like…fresh air…

You seem worried. 

Laito: Nfu~ Thanks to you, I’ve been revived. Ahー I went through hell and back. I’d much rather have girls flock around me while I’m in this state. I mean, you want to experience the direct touch of skin, don’t you? Besides, I couldn’t exactly enjoy the situation while bathing in that horrible stench. 

Kou: Excuse me!? Why are the two of you having a leisurely chat over there!? Save me already!! …I’ll apologize for what I did earlier, okay!? 

Laito: You heard him. Say, Bitch-chan, what do you think we should do? 

You suggest that you help him. 

Laito: Eeh~? Don’t you think you’re spoiling Kou a little too much? Do you have any idea what I had to go through? 

Kou: Hurry…!!

Laito: Eeeh~? Let me think~? Unlike Bitch-chan, I’m not that forgiving~

Kou: Uwaaah…!!

Laito: Geez, guess I have no other choice. Well then…Huh!? T-They’re coming after me now!? Why!? 

The fangirls ask if he’s Karlheinz’ son. 

Laito: Eh? If I’m Karlheinz’ son? I mean, yeah but…? 

They go even more crazy. 

Laito: Why!? Who cares about that!? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: H-Hold up…Calm down!

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: E-Excuse me!? W-What is happening!? Help me…!!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: That’s my line! Stop coming after me…!

Laito: I mean, you’re an idol but I’m just your every-day pervert! Let me gーー Uwah!

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: I know I asked to be ganged up earlier but when you keep pushing from all sides…My body won’t last…! Uwah! Waiーー Stop…!!

You start walking away.

Kou: H-Hold up…M-neko-chan, where are you going!? 

Laito: Do something about these girls!

You shake your head. 

Laito: Eh? We should fix it ourselves? No wayー! How could you!? 

Kou: Exactly, M-neko-chan! Do you really not care about me at all!? Don’t leave me behindーー!!

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito & Kou: Save me, Bitch-chan/M-neko-chanーー!!

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #kou mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[oswildin]

I don’t know how I feel when people say they ‘want the old Loki back’…

Whilst I get it, trust me, Dark World Loki made my knees weak, but I think the version we have now is so much better… Ragnarok Loki quickly became my favourite for the pure fact that he finally began to accept himself, he was willing to sacrifice himself to save Thor, because there ain’t no way my man picked up that dagger and didn’t know he was gonna die I—

TVA Loki is more grounded. He was shown that his whole desire for a throne was ultimately meaningless (I mean in the grand scheme and tbh he never really wanted it in the first place, just wanted to be Thors equal). Even when Miss Minutes and He Who Remains tries to tempt him into getting his throne, sure he falters for a moment, but he knows that isn’t his purpose now. He is actively trying to not do what led to his mothers death. Be bitter and callous (or at least portray that that’s who he is when we all know he’s always had a heart and is emotional).

Sure, i get it, you want intimidating Loki, powerful Loki, threatening Loki… But episode two showed he can still be those things, except now with more restraint. And I actually think it makes him more intimidating that he was so ‘goofy’ and casual in how he spoke to Brad during the interrogation scenes. His calmer demeanour instead of blind rage is scary.

Loki has a duality that many characters don’t. He can be the tough intimidating guy, he can be the emotional guy, he can be the problem solver and the problem maker, he can be a good friend and a bad one… He’s so multifaceted and I think only wanting the ‘villainous’ side of him diminishes his character slightly.

I related to Loki in Thor 1 because to me he was someone who was lost, confused and hurt, lashing out like… well, like a child. And we now know that that role had been thrusted upon him due to his supposed ‘path on the sacred timeline’, that he was ‘made to cause others pain’. But he’s learning that it doesn’t have to be that way, that he can simply be himself without the hardened armour, the mask of a villain. It was always clear he didn’t enjoy hurting people. The fact he cried when he was fighting Thor, he cried when his mother died, even when his father died he was upset (despite me thinking odin didn’t deserve it but anyways…)

And everyone likes to reference the scene where Loki is taking that man’s eyeball in the Avengers, but if the theory is correct he was under the influence of the mind stone, then it was most likely amplifying his darker thoughts and emotions, hence the smile. He finally felt like he held the power, he had the upper hand. It wasn’t about the torture he was inflicting, it was about how people finally were viewing him as someone to take seriously, be afraid of. (Plus I really doubt at that point marvel even had in mind how his character would progress considering I don’t think any of them expected Loki to become a beloved character, hence why I take that scene with a pinch of salt).

People also say ‘how did he go from this to this’ or ‘this the same Loki that did this’, like… People can be multifaceted… They can have different sides to themselves… I think if deleted scenes with Loki weren’t cut, it wouldn’t feel that way so much to some people. For example the deleted Thor and Loki scene from Thor 1 where he turns the wine into snakes, showing his childish like mischief, him telling Thor he loved him despite his own jealousy. That one little scene would’ve added more depth to his character (in that film), and the scene with his mother where he gets given the throne? Ugh, should’ve been kept in because it showed his shock at being given that power. And also, his plan - whilst yes, bad and misguided - was all about trying to prove himself, and protect his family in the process from the ‘monsters’ that he saw himself as, almost to be like ‘see I’m not like them, look-‘.. I—

I want to see Loki feel accepted, banter with Mobius, eating pie even though it’s too sweet, embracing his powers and magic for good (and mischief ofc), be honest and talking about his past/emotions, beginning to realise that he can be whoever he wants. He doesn’t have to fit in a box, not a villain or a hero, but someone who is flawed and is trying his best.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #loki series #marvel #mcu

[cosmicjoke]

Ugh, alright, it is ANNOYING me that people are saying that Gojo’s supposed lack of response to the deaths of Nanhami and the others is “in character”, and citing certain panels and instances of him acting apathetic or unbothered by serious situations as proof that he doesn’t care about anyone or isn’t emotionally affected by anyone’s death.  I call BS on that, big time.

The very fact that Gojo got sealed away in the first place is proof in and of itself that he’s emotionally impacted.  Kenjeku got the jump on him, and was ONLY able to get the jump on him because he knew he would have an emotional response to seeing Geto’s body up and about, and it would give him enough time to spring his trap. 

I don’t get how people can miss this about Gojo’s character, but I’m gonna’ spell it out for all of you who don’t seem to have functioning brains.  Gojo’s attitude of apathy is an act.  It’s a facade, a mask he wears to protect himself emotionally.  He’s DEEPLY affected by the pain and suffering of his friends, and by the deaths of others.  He reached the level of power he currently has because he was so devastated by the events of the Hidden Inventory arc.  These same people who say Gojo’s apparent lack of emotion now tracks with his personality, even talking about how he killed his best friend like it wasn’t a big deal, conveniently ignore the way Gojo reacted when he realized he was going to have to kill Geto.  He was devastated, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it at first.  He only did it after he was left no choice, when Geto began to threaten his students.

So get the fuck outta’ here with this bullshit that Gojo doesn’t care, or has no real emotion toward anyone, or that there’s something wrong with him, like he’s a sociopath or something.  He isn’t.  Acting apathetic is just his way of coping with the pain he’s feeling.  It’s always been that way.  He acts like a detached goofball so he can keep functioning in a world and in a life which has, essentially, robbed him of everything he cares about. 

Why the hell do you think he wanted so badly to change the way the Jujutsu world works?  Why do you think he was trying to raise a next generation of students who would create a better Jujutsu world in which nobody had to die alone? 

So people complaining about not seeing enough emotion from Gojo after his unsealing have a right to, because they understand that Gojo’s apathy isn’t who he really is.  I see some lording it over these people as if they have a superior understanding, or better comprehension of Gojo and the story, which is hilarious, because it’s the exact opposite.  People that thought and expected to see Gojo being more upset are the ones who have the better understanding of his character and the story. 

With that said, I’m sure that Gojo IS incredibly upset, he’s just not showing it, as usual, because he has a job to accomplish.  But to think that he’s unaffected by all of this is absurd.  He is.  I promise he is. 

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Gojo Satoru

[firefly-in-darkness]

Worst Idea Ever [Part Eleven]

Characters → Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Series Summary → Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what’s the worst that could happen?

Part Nine Summary → The aftermath of those 3 little words...

Word Count → 2.5k

Part Warnings → 18+, swearing, angst, hurt, fluff.

Beta → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → and here we are, the last chapter (almost) for this pair. I cannot believe it’s taken me this long to get here, but I’m glad I didn’t give in to pressure and wrote this at my own pace. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Series List // Masterlist

Previously in Part Ten: Y/N shuffled awkwardly, turning in the seat, and resting her arm on the steering wheel, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly. Her face was devoid of any emotion and caused Bucky to think twice about his confession. Only for a split second, Y/N’s mask that she was hiding behind slipped, her face softening before it returned to neutrality. It was enough to give him the courage to speak.

“I love you.”

Of all the things he could say, those three words.

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest, hard enough that Bucky could hear it if he really tried. Jealousy had seeped into her bones, filling her to the brim with hurt and anger, the second she had seen Bucky and Jackie kissing. It took her back to the pain she felt when she saw him with any woman recently; his ex-girlfriend at that bar a year ago, and the bridesmaid Peggy introduced him to just a couple of months ago.

The tension was thick and uncomfortable. Y/N shouldn’t have bottled up her feelings, it would have saved her a lot of pining for what she believed Bucky was reciprocating. Trying her damnedest to not let the emotions explode, she raised her eyebrow at the man seated beside her.

“You were just kissing Jackie, you can’t expect me to believe that” She scoffed, her arms wound tightly around her middle.

“That wasn’t me. No, it was me but, ugh, I didn't want to do it,” Bucky pleaded, “I haven’t seen her since we went back to Ma’s house. I haven’t been dating anyone.”

Months had passed since they went to Bucky’s family home, and they took that step into something more than friendship. He shattered her heart, and Y/N had been trying to feel a semblance of happiness without him by her side. But she wouldn't let him back in that easily and there was no way that he was going to get away with how he treated her. 

Sweat beaded on her neck, the air becoming thicker and thicker in the car. As she reached to open the door and let in a breeze, Bucky’s hand clasped her forearm.

“Please don’t go,” Bucky whispered, the worry evident in his voice.

“I’m just letting in some air,” Y/N responded tersely, “I haven’t got all day, so say whatever it is.”

“I just need to tell you what's going on in my head. I know this is inappropriate,” Bucky gestured nervously.

“Holding me hostage in my own car? Yeah, just a little bit,” Y/N huffed and, regardless of still feeling hot, held her waist tightly.

“You can’t drive off, that’s not on me,” Bucky winced at his wording, “I’ve been lying to you, and to myself. Things changed when we went away for Darcy’s wedding.”

“What changed? What gave you the right to be a dick to me?” Y/N felt the anger simmering underneath her skin, her glare boring into Bucky’s.

“I had no right to treat you that way, and I never will again,” Bucky paused, his eyes pleading with hers to let him speak, “It was the night you stayed at mine when we made the pact. You were wearing my Henley, waving the arm around and I’d never felt more relaxed around you, or anyone for that matter.”

“We’ve been friends for a long time, I’d like to think you felt comfortable with me. But clearly, being this close has caused some kind of aversion.”

“I am comfortable with you, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You know me, understand me. Always been there for me and I’ve ruined that. Believe me, I know. It’s been hell without you.” 

She spotted the glimmer of tears in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure what to say. She had been yearning for intimacy, someone to count on, and she thought it might be him, but he’d proven her wrong. 

“Good. You don’t deserve me after what you did,” she glanced out the window and spotted the limo was no longer blocking the exit, “Please get out of my car.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I thought I could do this James, but I just can’t. Please give me a smidgen of respect and let me leave,” Y/N turned on the engine and looked out the windscreen.

Bucky bowed down into the car, “Let me know when you get home, please.”

The sound of the car door closing echoed around her thoughts as Y/N pulled out of the bay, finally releasing the breath she’d been holding back. She glanced up into the rear view mirror, seeing Bucky. Hands deep in the pockets of his slacks, head hanging low and kicking gravel.

Regardless of her anger at the way Bucky had behaved, she didn’t hesitate to put on the breaks and reverse back to be parallel with him. Knowing they would need to talk, away from the venue, she remembered seeing a diner not far down the road.

“Wanna grab a burger?”

The diner was busy for a mid-afternoon visit, they waited for a few minutes after the server welcomed them, the tension growing more hostile. Y/N’s patience was wearing thin and couldn’t help the huff she let out at the patrons that had settled their bill but continued chatting for what seemed like an age. She couldn’t help it; the entrance was small, and she could feel Bucky’s body pressed against her back. The smell was intoxicating and against her better judgement, all she wanted to do was lean into him and have his arms wrapped around her.

Moments before she sunk back into Bucky, the server showed them to the booth, clearing the plates as they sat in stony silence, unable to say a word as the awkward tension filled the space. The server took their orders and left the pair that were boring holes into the table with a shake of her head, not that either of them noticed.

Y/N began fidgeting with the napkin on the table, tearing it into small strips sub-consciously until Bucky’s hand laid over hers. She snapped it back and looked at him with wide eyes, catching the hurt in his.

“Sorry Buck, I-” The words died as she looked at him, really looked at him.

Light freckles had formed over the bridge of his nose, a faint tan line across his temples from the ray bans he always wore on sunny days. The grey circles under his eyes wouldn’t mean anything to anyone, but to Y/N they showed her that he hadn’t been doing well, and even with his tan, he couldn’t hide the way his cheeks had paled and become sunken.

“This has been hard for both of us,” She started, “I’m not sure what to say now.”

“May I continue with what I was trying to tell you earlier?” 

As Bucky went to speak, the server returned with their drinks. Bucky gave Y/N a small smile, and both acknowledged the hurdles they were getting through to have this conversation. Y/N nodded and sipped the strawberry milkshake.

“Steve has been on my case since he met you and when he found out how much I’d fucked up. Well, the punk hasn’t let it drop and I’m sure Peggy has something to do with it too,” Bucky explained, his hands running through his short hair, making them splay out in different directions, even fluffier than they had been before.

Y/N recalled the night she met the Rogers and the conversation she had with Peggy; her heart had sunk that night when Bucky had chosen a bridesmaid over her. Even if she was the one pushing for Peggy to introduce them.

“Peggy thought we were together,” Y/N blurted out, “when I told her we weren’t, she sent Connie your way.”

Bucky shook his head, chuckling, “Steve hinted at the same thing, I didn’t know if you thought of me in that way, so I did the opposite and hooked up with a stranger.”

Silence filled the booth once more, the unknown admission of feelings still settling in the air as they try to grasp at their friendship, their future. Once again, the server broke the atmosphere with the arrival of their meals, distracting them from the situation.

Y/N’s stomach fluttered with nerves, knowing she need to tell him how she felt. They wouldn’t be able to move on as individuals, let alone friends if she didn’t open up and let Bucky in. With a deep breath, she wrapped her hands around both of his, making sure he was looking at her.

“This is going to take time, Buck. You don't know what I went through when you left that day.” She paused, gathering the courage to admit her feelings, “Your dad opened my eyes to how I was seeing you but then you went and showed a side that I didn't want to see again. I have never seen you react that way, not to me at least. That's not somebody that I wanted to continue loving.”

Bucky’s mouth opened to speak but she was quick enough to press her index finger against his plump lips. He couldn't talk or try to make things better, he needed to listen. Bucky nodded his reassurance that he wouldn’t interrupt, and she removed her finger.

“You disappeared, for weeks, became a ghost story amongst our friends and avoided every event I attended. Yeah, there were some occasions that I chose to stay away but it was like you had completely dropped off the face of the earth.”

“M’sorry, doll,” Bucky’s shoulders sagged, sinking back into the seat, “I know that you’re with Dean and that I’ve lost my chance, but I hope we can be friends again. I miss you and I’m willing to do this all on your terms.”

“Bucky, I need to-,” she called out to him, yet he didn’t stop. 

“If you want to hamg out with me when we’re with everyone else then that’s okay. If you never want to be alone with me or do the things we used to do or stay over at my place or whatever. I understand. I just want you to be happy and know that Dean is treating you right.”

“James,” she attempted again but he wasn’t focusing on her facial expressions anymore, his eyes glued to the pairs of hands laced together on the table. His nervousness was on full display.

“I just want you in my life, no matter what. I’m sorry, doll, so sorry.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” Y/N hoped the full name and her hand gently cupping his cheek would bring his attention back to her.

The blues of his eyes were icy with the unshed tears that built alongside his tirade of words. They searched her own and she could feel him getting deeper and deeper into her soul, her words finally pulled out by his gaze.

“I’m not dating Dean,” She smiled at him, “He’s my friend.”

“What?” Bucky’s brow dropped in confusion, “He was at your apartment?”

“What do you mean? When did you come over?” Y/N’s hand dropped from Bucky’s face but instantly weaved between his. 

“I came over to take you to Jean’s wedding, but Dean was there,” Bucky shook his head, exhaling a puff of air, “Wouldn’t let me in to see ya doll.”

“He’s been helping me get over you,” She winced at the implication of the statement, “I needed a friend, someone outside of our motley crew. Do you know how hard it is to talk to any of them about our situation without them trying to meddle?” 

“Sam, Wanda, Nat. They didn’t understand, I needed to vent, I didn’t need someone to fix this,” Y/N sighed, leaning back against the padded backrest, “We would do that when we were ready, not when someone forced us. Does that make any sense?”

Bucky nodded with a small laugh, and it warmed her heart a little more. It was a sound that she had sorely missed over the last few months. She knew that this wouldn't be easy, she was still hurting.

“I have a confession, I asked Nat to convince you to come to the wedding today. I needed to see you, try, and talk to you.”

Y/N continued the conversation without hesitation, accepting his bold move of involving your best friend, “I will be having words with Dean about turning you away, but he is just a friend.”

The server collected the plates and took their dessert orders, smiling more fondly at them both. Maybe she could feel the tension easing between them as much as they could, that this was the start of something special.

“To be honest, I had a lot of crap going on with Tyler, and Dean tried to help but Wade’s sorted that out now.”

Bucky shook his head and smirked, Y/N knew that he’d never forget her high school friend and his less than legal dealings with those that harmed his loved ones, or the ones that paid a pretty penny.

“Why didn’t you come to me about Francis?”

“I didn’t want you to do something stupid and get into trouble,” Y/N had expected Bucky to ask about the situation with Tyler, not someone from years ago.

“Like what? Get kicked out of college? It would have been fine.”

Y/N shook her head, “I’m not talking about that, you were with Dot at the time, and I thought it would be overstepping. I always got the impression that she didn’t like me, or Tasha, that much.”

“I guess you’re right,” Bucky nodded and sighed, remembering the start of their friendship being a little rocky until his girlfriend moved away, “I want to be someone you can rely on, to come to when you need me.”

Y/N smiled and excused herself to the bathroom, a need to compose herself more than use the facilities. She splashed water on her face and relished in the butterflies that fluttered in her belly and the giddiness took over. 

This was what she had wanted from the start before it all went wrong. They were both to blame and they had admitted that, finally. She wanted Bucky, as more than a friend and she was willing to take that leap. For him, for her.

Returning to the booth, a spring in her step, Y/N spotted the large, towering ice cream sundae covered in sauce and sprinkles. She slid into the seat, beside Bucky this time and nudging him over with her shoulder.

They began sharing the dessert between glances and smiles before the brain freeze hit and the mountain of sugar became too much for their teeth and stomachs to deal with.

“You have something,” Bucky started before his thumb dragged across the corner of Y/N’s mouth, “there, just some chocolate.”

The tension was palpable, and their eyes remained glued to one another as they both edged forward, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.

Bucky broke away, resting his forehead against hers, “are you sure about this?”

“One step at a time,” Y/N smiled and kissed him again, “think we should head back to the wedding?”

“Do you want to?” Bucky’s knuckles grazed her cheek, “I’ll go wherever you want me to.”

Hand in hand, they made their way from the car park towards the barn and through the archway. Smiles adorned their faces and laughter erupted as friends greeted them with knowing smirks, winks, and hollers.

This was the start of something new for them both, but they had each other. Someone they had adored and loved for over a decade. This might have turned out to be the best idea, ever.

The End... Or is it?

If you’ve looked at the Series List, you’ll have seen an epilogue coming soon!!

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