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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Beginnings...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Shared Moments

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Your arrival to the academy came as a surprise to many, apparently you were some transfer from overseas. You'd show a shit ton of promise that they transferred you to Jujutsu in order to more efficiently reach your true potential. Rumor was it, you'd one day make it as a Special Grade. Even so, for now you remained a Grade One.

Your Japanese was decent at best and your adaptation to their customs was a work-in-progress but you held this certain charm that just drew people in. And no, I'm not talking about the kind of charm where everyone falls in love. No, it's the type of charm that makes people relax around you, makes them want to put their faith in you no matter how much to try to prevent that.

You could be a fresh of spring just as you could be a fresh of icy air, the kind that freezes up your lungs.

The first time you saw them, you were being shown around by your mentor --- a stoic expression written on your scarred face as you nodded at them. Briefly acknowledging them as you continued on your way.

Geto had figured your eyes as beautiful --- like an eternal flame hidden behind layers of stone wettened under a stream of a freshwater. Whilst Gojo had figured you a possible new victim for his pranks and teases. In fact, Gojo even had the nerve to interrupt your tour. Demanding to know your name. Shoko, who had been hanging about, was glad another girl had joined the academy. Afterall, it was getting rather stuffy with all the testosterone.

They knew you'd get well with the duo when the first thing you did was insult Gojo, although both him and Geto didn't really understand your insult. Actually, they didn't even know you insulted him until Shoko just started laughing out loud.

You called him a phospholipid??? The actual fuck is that

At that, you gave them a deadpanned stare, speaking in broken japanese that at the very least he should get educated because he was obviously missing a few brain cells

Now at this, both Shoko and Geto bent over laughing while Gojo stood there momentarily stunned before a sinister smirk adorned his lips. He went to insult you back but was quite literally by the sight of your hand in his face, "No time for idiot. Bye."

The absolute nerve on you!

Geto absolutely loved you since that day. On the other hand, it was a enemies to whatever with Gojo, which is ironic considering that he sought you out every moment of the day.

You and Shoko became the best of girl-friends. To be honest, the two of you were incredibly similar. The both of you were lazy as hell, smart as hell, and blunt as hell. Although, you seemed to have mastered the trick of honeying your harsh words so much so that people didn't even fight you on it.

To put their friendship into perspective, Shoko brought the cigarettes and you brought the lighter (despite you being a non-smoker. Once you tried to smoke but you didn't like the taste of it so you left it at that)

Although there was a time Gojo was being a nuisance so you grabbed a cigarette from Shoko's carton, lit it, and blew the smoke straight into his face when he wasn't expecting it

Watching him double-over choking was a grand sight indeed

You managed to make quite the number of friends while there, although many noticed how you kept a distance. I say this literally. You never let anyone come physically close to you, as though a simple graze from them would kill you or something. No-one dare question it consider that they also had their traumas that prevented them from certain indulgences. But sometimes, you'd make small exceptions. I think it's mainly of a "dont touch me but I'll touch you" situation.

Like you don't mind swiping dust off of Nanami's shoulder, or neatening Shoko's hair when it's gotten all frizzy due to the wind, or picking off lint off of Yaga's clothes.

But if you didn't initiate it, you'd go silently rigid.

During class, you like hanging around this one guy name Yu. Mainly because he knew a bit of your native language (surprising I know) and so, you felt safe enough to speak with him considering that you both spoke brokenly in either tongue. The only other person you felt safe enough to speak was Geto. He was actually the one that took it upon himself to teach you Japanese.

He'd recommend shows to watch and he'd watch with you so that he could explains certain customs and what-not of his culture. He found great amusement when a scene he knew you wouldn't understand played and you'd instantly pause the show to look at him with a questioning expression. It made you look rather cute in his eyes.

Gojo would often times crash during these hang-outs. Pestering you to learn his language quicker so that he can properly cuss you out (he says this while having an arm over you shoulder and leaning his full weight into your side. Surprisingly, you never said anything despite your reservations to touching.)

You chalked it up to wanting warmth.

Then came that point in your language-education where Geto wanted you to try speaking in a public setting and you just about cried right in front of him and Gojo. You gripped your fist so tight your nails drew blood, an action to prevent you from clinging onto Geto's clothes as he scolded Gojo for worsening your nerves. Gojo didn't stop laughing until he saw actual tears in your eyes.

With silent chuckles, Gojo took you by the shoulders and guided you over to some random corner store. You never once told him what your favorite snack was but somehow he knew to choose it before placing it in your hand. He told you exactly what you needed to say to the cashier with the exact amount of yen needed.

The both of them watched as you walked up to the cashier, briefly glancing over your shoulder to Gojo (still very much teary-eyed and rigid-body), who silently mouth the words again, before doing as he instructed.

After the whole ordeal, you surprised Gojo with an incredibly rare hug. I think at that moment, you truly managed to snake your way into his soul.

Geto stood to the side, a knowing smile on his lips as he watched you quickly let go. Shouting at Gojo that he owes you a sweet because of how brave you were, which should've annoyed him but only made you look endearing.

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(A/N): Have yet to see Season 2 but those fucking beta fish tiktoks are murdering me right now with their symbolism.

Say, why don't you like being touched? What happened to you?

Where'd you get the scar?

And what's up with Geto's eternal flame comparison? So weird.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Edited: 7/25/2023

#gojo x reader x geto #gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk headcanon #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #The Cursed Trio #reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #romance

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fermiomoriblog · 3 months

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The pitfalls of every Sunny ship

Diving straight into the hot coals with the first post. But it has been on my mind lately.

The setup in Omori is naturally quite mentally (and in some cases physically) taxing on every main cast character, and a shipper can very easily be overenthusiastic about getting a "happy ending" for their preferred pair, glossing over inconvenient problems and dynamics. I think that it really is rather contrary to the game's themes that this occurs, but it is also understandable that not everybody does a full psychoanalysis of every plot point in their story. I'll list some "common" problems I've personally encountered with people making content about sunburn, suntan and sunflower. I'm more familiar with the dynamics common on ao3 than elsewhere, so if you have any other observations or things to add, please feel free to do so.

# OMORI SPOILERS BELOW #

Sunburn

The "canon" ship. The fact that the ship is explicitly mentioned in game means that the ship is viewed as the "default", and it can lead to some lazy dynamics or lack of justification. You have to remember that no matter what headspace says (and headspace says a lot of things that aren't true), the first thing Sunny and Aubrey did after four years is beat the shit out of each other. Sunny knows nothing about the Hooligans, even though we do, and Aubrey thinks Sunny abandoned her (which is a feeling unlikely to abate after the truth). There needs to be basis for the ship as well - they aren't going to just pick up where they left off (presuming they had anything to leave off in the first place) right away. Which leads us to the first common problem:

Basing the relationship entirely on the past

This is the default reaction and requires the least writing creativity, so it is not surprising that it is common. Simply porting the HS dynamic or the swing scene to the future and copy-pasting is fun and cute and all, but it ignores the fact that both Sunny and Aubrey have changed massively. There's a lot of guilt that is going around, both with Sunny for obvious reasons and Aubrey for pushing Basil in the lake, and Aubrey has a bunch of new, closer friends whom depending on your interpretation are either theatre kids or delinquents. This is not really just going to get talked away on the swing set - they involve third parties.

I would venture to argue that this is actually a very problematic pitfall, despite it being generally not a very serious transgression in real life. Omori, as a game, is about moving on from the past. If you write a fic where the characters forget about bad things in the past but hang on like hell to the good things... that's Headspace. You've just put Sunny in a new Headspace.

Getting Basil out of the way

Even among sunburn/suntan shippers, it is pretty generally accepted that Basil was somewhat attached to Sunny even before the accident. So if you don't want to do sunflower, how do you deal with that?

You can write angst, where Aubrey and Basil end up fighting over Sunny. Weirdly, I've never seen this actually happen (probably because it's too heartbreaking). You can have Basil go to therapy, and get rid of an unhealthy attachment. You can also go the seriously angsty route of Basil hating Sunny for abandonment, Sunny hating Basil for his role in the incident, or a less intense version which just puts a barrier between the two. You can also have Sunny reject Basil. Or you can argue that the attachment was platonic, which is entirely fair.

What you cannot do is have Basil be romantically interested in Sunny, but "get out of the way" for Aubrey "so that Sunny can be happy". Or, well, you can do that, but you can't frame it as anything but serious angst from Basil's POV.

Unfortunately, many, many "pure fluff" Sunburn fics do this, because "pure fluff" fics don't want to untangle the whole thing as most methods involve some degree of emotional turnmoil. This is no ordinary infautation - Basil has waited for Sunny for four years. Nursing unrequited love like that is really, really painful. It is certainly not something that someone with Basil's character and history can do with a smile on their face. If you need any further convincing, I point you to Note to Self: Don't Be Gay in Faraway Town by witheredahlia.

A version of this which I think is a lesser sin (because it is at least framed with some nuance), but a sin regardless, is Aubrey getting annoyed at Basil for "stealing" Sunny's attention from her. This gets dangerously close to the reddit comments you see about "the friend group will be better off if Basil never joined".

Suntan

Despite sunburn being the "canon" and sunflower being the natural alternative, I actually think that this is the default. After all, Kel was the one to bring Sunny out, generally saving his life, and is his first friend, etc. Kel is also a clean slate character, with nothing anyone can particularly hold against them, and as a result suntan is the "healthiest", "least questionable" ship. This commits the customary mistake of believing Kel's parents when they say "eh, it's Kel, he'll be fine".

"Kel's fine"

No, he's not. He's spent the better part of four years trying to forget the happiest times of his childhood, and has been going around doing nothing but fixing and saving other people, putting others' needs far above his own, for the entirety of pre-canon and foreseeably for a good part of post canon as well. Suntan, especially with Sunny still in a vulnerable state post-canon, can very easily be written into Kel being Sunny's unpaid, untrained therapist, and his mood/health being Kel's only/majority source of validation. Kel's self-worth independent of his friends needs addressing and development, and without a lot of development, Sunny alone is not really equipped to provide that.

In all fairness, while I would be somewhat confident in saying that the majority of canon-compliant sunburn fics run into the problems above, suntan fics do usually handle it better. That might just be because there aren't that many suntan fics though.

Sunflower

It goes without saying that sunflower has the highest potential to be unhealthy. But precisely because of that fact, people writing sunflower are usually very careful to address it. Either the fic is written as a work exploring codependency/attachment/trauma/other general unhealthiness (which you can make your own judgement on whether it's a legitimate art form or problematic), or there is at minimum an attempt at pacing, therapy and general juggling of the various mental issues the game leaves Sunny and Basil with (for a shining example, see These Days Without You by Smitty1899, my go to answer for when anyone says "but sunflower toxic!!1!").

The issues that can make sunflower unhealthy and problematic are generally pretty obvious - shared crime, codependency and attachment, commitment and abandonment issues, and the whole "getting together before their friends forgive them" thing (which can still be done well, but from the POV of especially Hero can be kind of eh, and unlikely to be conducive to a healthy relationship given that it kind of depends on their friends' pending "approval".) As a result, there aren't a lot of works that don't address them in one manner or another. However, I do think there is one major pitfall that some fics fall into in the other direction:

Having everything in the relationship be dependent on someone else's approval.

In an attempt to make sunflower as healthy as possible, some authors make it so that Sunny and Basil effectively never make decisions on their own. There's always a third party present to psychoanalyse them, tell them what's fine and what's not, etc. and every step they make in their relationship is with the express blessing, support and help of the rest of their friends. The problem is, that's not healthy either.

I feel that the value of sunflower is greatest in the context of the themes of the game of moving on and forgiveness. Making it so that Sunny and Basil hang on to their guilt forever and robbing them of any "right" to decide for themselves what makes them happy is very much contrary to that - they're on crutches for the rest of their lives, and the point of the good ending is the hope that they won't need to be. It also is just not a good thing for any third party to intervene so extensively in a relationship.

Conclusion

Omori is emotionally deep, with many, many themes to explore. Ships in Omori have unique meanings and themes, which in a canon compliant context is quite hard to simply wipe away. Rushing into a ship with insufficient pacing and development, which works in "cute" fandoms, generally leaves lots of outstanding holes in Omori.

This post doesn't necessarily mean that I think less of any particular ship mentioned - to reiterate, every ship has unique meanings and themes which is interesting to explore and form a part of the message of the game. It is however true that some pitfalls in some ships are easier to fall in, and overlooked, than others, and the obvious problems get a lot more bashing than the non-obvious ones. (Yes, sunflower bias. Sue me.)

And of course, in a plotless or AU context, cute art is cute art.

#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori sunflower #omori sunburn #omori suntan #brainrot.txt #rant post

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loveislandthegame · 11 days

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thoughts on today's volume ! sienna is annoying, and it's even worse because she'll continue to harass you regardless of whether you're pursuing your OG LI or not . i'm not trying to get back with jin (unless claud's somehow still unavailable at the next recoupling)

MC needs a "leave me alone, bride of chucky" option. moving on

next up is snog marry pie. once again, theo is flirting with me despite MC showing no interest in him ? i'll talk more about this later. for now i had to let him know that i'm Mx. Steal Your Girl

my wife !! i'll be wearing a wedding suit though, don't get it twistedddd 😏

i snogged kyle, married claudia, pied liam, then used the bonus pie on sienna. hazel pied off jin for some vague reason, "you know what you did," type stuff. and i mean ... sorry to the loyal girlies, but i actually hope OG LI did something major. it'd be sad & frustrating among other things if FB decided to set up yet another black woman islander as a petty, jealous villain

i can't lie, this argument was funny af. bonus points for this actually being unique dialogue (i think they should kiss...👀)

and what is this black swan (2010) halloween costume from shein-looking ass dress ???!!!! i think this rivals the season 7 suggested prom monstrosity as the fastest "see other options" selection i've ever made. this outfit is not the one, two, three, or four

next challenge is "couple goals 2.0," a bit lazy there😖

for the most part i've glossed over liam's dialogue cus he genuinely has nothing of value to say, but what ?? i've never gotten steamy with theo . in fact, i barely see the dude because (outside of casa amor) him and claudia share the same "slot" for private chats and alone time. not to mention the only person in this entire villa who's ever done anything with MC outside of a challenge is claudia (my MC didn't even go in the hideaway)

once we came back from casa theo began having a really obvious crush on my MC (don't get me wrong, i think he's gorgeous. i just avoid him specifically because the overlap of his & claudia's routes) and i know some people have complained about claudia flirting with them in casa amor on a straight theo route. i don't know if this is intentional, or if this is just the game falling apart. knowing FB it's probably the latter

venus girl you're so messy ... (acting like i didn't choose these options😭)

speaking of mess, i did expose sienna for hooking up with oakley . (mainly because she had the nerve and audacity to insinuate that i did bits with kyle in casa when we didn't even sleep in the same bed) i didn't reveal that it was theo who caught them, tho people should put two & two together based on him trying to get MC to stop talking lol . i kinda regret it, because oakley is trying to spin it as MC being the one that's somehow "out of control," but i'll just see how the next volume goes before i decide to do a replay. if they're exposed during movie night i'll go back and keep it a secret 🤷

enough of that though, we got a steamy scene with claudia 👀 plus some more confirmation that she's 100% focused on us ... i don't know when the next recoupling is but hopefully within the next couple of episodes, i'm tired of being forced to lead people on 😩

next volume is movie night ! i pray for some branching here, but i wouldn't be surprised if it was some ridiculous clip that can make everyone, even the loyal girlies, look "bad." throwback to vicky getting pissed at my movie night clip of giving bonnie a hug 🙄

#love island the game #litg #litg season 8 #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #litg spoilers #spoilers

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bioticbooty · 1 year

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Have a little Crosshairs-the-rewrite snippet preview because the next three days are gonna suck so hard at work, so I'm gonna spread a little joy before I do my work thing and get lost in the weeds of negotiations for the rest of the week. Tumbleweeds are about to blow through my blog till Saturday.

Pre-Eden Prime Normandy scene.

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Kaidan’s brow is positively dripping with sweat — he hasn’t trained this hard since basic. Poor Jenkins is still flopped on the floor after the end of the session, staring at the ceiling and catching his breath.

Kaidan’s not sure what’s worse — the fact that they have not one, but two N7s in the gym at the same time, or that Shepard doesn’t appear to have even broken a sweat. The XO seems to pull energy from another realm, just sucking it straight through as fuel. She’s relentless. Kaidan had considered himself to be in shape, but it seems to be Shepard’s personal mission to prove none of them were.

Except for her.

And maybe Anderson. The Captain surreptitiously wipes his brow when he thinks no one is looking, but he’s caught by Shepard. She slaps him bracingly across the shoulder and calls him ‘old man.’

Kaidan wipes his own brow. He’s got nothing to prove the way the Captain does. Jenkins is still on the floor, so Kaidan moves to stand above him. “You alright there, kid?”

Jenkins refocuses his eyes on Kaidan. His breath is still coming fast and quick. The kid had tried to keep pace with Shepard for the first half of the session, unaware of the time that had passed and how much longer they still had to go. That bit him in the ass in the second half when they switched to endurance.

“Think I’d rather you toss me across the gym again,” Jenkins says.

Kaidan barks a laugh, then offers the Corporal his hand and pulls him to his feet.

Throwing Jenkins across the room after being goaded by the Corporal — and Shepard — was hilarious. Kaidan thought for sure he’d overdone it, but then Jenkins popped right up off the mat, shouting, ‘that was awesome!’ and looking for a second round. Kaidan had not obliged him.

“You’re young, Jenkins,” Kaidan says as he guides Jenkins towards the water station, arm around his shoulders, “and if I might give you some advice?”

Jenkins nods fervently.

Kaidan leans in close and says, low, “Don’t try to keep pace with Shepard. She’ll knock you on your ass every time.”

Jenkins jerks his head back in surprise, and Kaidan laughs again.

Oh yeah, he’d seen the way the XO’s eyes had flashed deviously when she realized Jenkins was matching her pace for pace. Ramped up her pace slow enough that Jenkins never realized he was caught dead in her crosshairs.

“Did you keep pace?” Jenkins asks.

Kaidan shakes his head before the question is even finished. “I’m not really one for that kind of masochism.”

“Come now, Alenko,” Shepard appears in front of them and hands Jenkins a towel, “Don’t sell yourself short. You could probably give me a run for my money.”

Jenkins accepts the towel in awe.

Even in PT clothes, lounging against the water cooler, Shepard radiates intensity. Like she’s studying the room without even looking at it. Her eyes pierce everyone she looks at, and right now that gaze is laser focused on Kaidan. He feels naked.

He doesn’t want her to see that. “See, you’re just greasing me up so I’ll take the bait.”

Shepard tilts her head to the side in the lazy manner of a predator examining their prey. “Never said you’d win, Lieutenant.”

Despite himself, Kaidan stands straighter. “The bait’s looking a little shinier now, Commander.”

Shepard grins, fills her bottle with water, and saunters away.

After a moment, Jenkins taps his shoulder. “LT, I thought you said you weren’t a masochist?”

“Shepard more than implied she’d mop the floor with me,” Kaidan says by way of explanation.

“She said you’d give her a run for her money.”

“With the inevitable outcome that she’d win.”

“Wouldn’t she?”

Absolutely she would, he thinks. He’d have no chance in hell of coming out on top, despite his biotics. Before Jenkins had entered the gym, Shepard surprised Kaidan by standing in front of him and started the first move in the biotic-and-non-biotic warm up routine. It was the first time he’d not had to teach that one in all his years of service. It was a warm up meant to engender trust and familiarity, so the squad wouldn’t be caught by surprise. Biotic fields rippled outwards, no matter how refined the manipulation of energy. If the squad was caught by surprise by the static electricity and the minor shifts of gravity, it could blow an entire operation.

Shepard had executed every maneuver perfectly, responding to the subtle shifts in the well he created in a way no other marine he’d ever worked with had done. Even those aboard the Adelaide.

“That’s besides the point.”

Kaidan drains the last of his water.

Jenkins studies him for a moment. “I think you might be a little bit of a masochist, LT.”

Kaidan refills his water bottle and heads towards the showers. “Comes with the commission.”

#crosshairs fic #kaidan alenko #olivia shepard #david anderson #corporal jenkins #just a little PT to get the day going #and a bright-eyed Corporal trying to keep pace with an N #one of the things i'm trying to fix in crosshairs is that i didn't have ebough pre-Eden Prime stuff on the Normandy

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based-brawler-lazagna · 1 year

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Aight I'm gonna do it... Here are the Runo/Shun headcanons

-I imagine they'd get together pretty slowly. Obviously, there are certain hurdles in the way, so they'd be hesitant to act on their feelings- or at least, Shun would. Runo, however, loves spiting Dan, and hates being tied to him despite him not giving any affection, so she's the one who makes the first move on Shun. It wouldn't be anything too overt or obvious (especially not to Mr. Socially-Inept himself) but she stays persistent about it, so eventually he gets the hint.

-Shun is surprised- not that Dan's maybe-baby is flirting with him, but that she's flirting with him specifically. But he's certainly not against it; he's Dan's best friend, so he knows that Dan barely gives her a second thought unless he's hungry. Why adhere to some made-up "bro code" when Dan had never even called her his girlfriend? Why rob Runo of her agency?...Yeah, he had to jump through quite a few mental hurdles to not feel guilty about it. And to stop feeling guilty about feeling guilty.

-The first thing that drives them to go out would probably just be physical attraction. But after spending one-on-one time with each other, Runo would like how surprisingly empathetic and thoughtful he is and the astoundingly weird vibes he gives off when he's comfortable enough, while Shun grows to appreciate her strong ambition and her deep passion for those she cares about.

-Obviously, Runo's a Big Fucking Tsundere who can't look anyone in the eyes without blushing, but Shun is surprisingly chill with physical affection. He's not big on it, but he'll put his arm around her shoulders or waist, or grab her hand, or even run his fingers through her hair without much thought. It drives Runo crazy just how casual he is about it.

-Of course, when Runo does eventually turn the tables on him with her classic words of affirmation style, he gets very quiet and flustered. He's pretty good at masking it (like most of his emotions lmao) but not from Runo. She knows.

-I think they'd go on a lot of outdoor dates, like picnics, going to the beach (or wherever you can swim in/near Wardington), going to fairs, all that good shit. And of course, because Shun is a try-hard who can't show affection unless it's through actions and he has a lot of affection to show, he was the one who organised them at first. He needs three courses for the picnic and a big blanket in case she wants to lie down and maybe some pillows? I could read her a book? We should go somewhere where the leaves are falling so it'll look nice, but not too many leaves we don't want ticks- yeah, he calms down eventually once they're further into the relationship, but Runo certainly doesn't have a problem with all the hard work he puts into it.

-They also spend a lot of time just chilling quietly together. They'll hang out in one of their beds, Runo scrolling through her phone and Shun reading some old book, one running their fingers through the other's hair or tracing patterns on their skin. Or they'll just have an afternoon snooze together, or a lazy morning makeout. They just love to relax together.

-When she's not working, Runo makes a point to NEVER enter the kitchen- which means she's a shit cook who, if left to fend for herself, is turning straight to good ol' Micky D's. Luckily for her, Mr. Well-Rounded Rich Man Shun is actually a pretty good cook because he had to cook for himself during/after his mum's death lol and a willing malewife who would gladly cook for his girlfriend at any point to stop her from destroying her arteries. Man will travel all the way into the city with a homecooked meal on request- or just at random sometimes.

-Is Dan okay with this? Who fucking cares lol.

-Runo is torn between wanting to flaunt her hot bf and wanting to hide him from her dad. On the one hand, she thinks everyone should know how happy they are and how well she's being treated. On the other hand, if her dad finds out how well he's treating her, he just won't stand for it. Luckily for her, once her dad does find out and tries his usual intimidation tactic, Shun is just. completely unaffected. and there's just not much else that her dad can do unless he wants his daughter's bf to call CPS on his ass.

#there's definitely some angst to be had but this post is already SO LONG #it'll have to wait until next time #long post #bakugan battle brawlers #bakugan #runo misaki #shun kazami #it's me headcanons boy

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beingdreeyore · 6 months

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It's been a while since I had a start this lazy. It's overcast outside and teasing that it might rain, so that's helping. My plans to be at the gym at 6am have been long abandoned. Instead I'm on the couch under my summer weighted blanket and staring at my big old tree. The leaves are back and despite the grey sky in the background, it's very much signalling that we're already in summer.

There's a lot happening right now... Most of it at work. My time is split between three teams. The leadership component is exhausting because we don't have the staff to cover any of the rosters and it's my job to somehow magically fill them with what we have. It's resulting in a lot of long days. The perinatal mental health doesn't interest me like I thought it would. I doubt I'll work in this area again. What has surprised me is how much I like the community work. The area I said I could never in my life do - sitting in a clinic all day - I do for two days a week and those are fast becoming the most enjoyable days. I get to know my patients properly, track their progress, work with them on medications, and have time to see them as people. It's a hard slog as we are always overbooked and there are always emergencies, but I enjoy it all the more for those things. It's rewarding. Finally. Something in this discipline finally feels rewarding.

I should be deep into my next exams but I am too exhausted to study. I need to make a decision about whether I am going to postpone them or not. I'm currently doing my research project and my yearlong therapy case, all of this on top of working for three teams and doing the most overtime I think I've ever done. Exams just don't fit. And nor does the stress-relief stuff I desperately need. I lay in bed at 4am wondering what impact all this stress is having on my body. So when I felt lazy this morning, I went with it. I need to prioritise certain aspects of my health and stop putting it off.

I got called a hothead at work the other day by one of my favourite consultants. He said it in a joking way, but I also know he meant it. And he's not wrong. I have a short temper right now because everything is so stressful and ridiculous. I have a registrar that has been writing their notes in a question and answer format. A registrar. How. How did she miss that component of training. I was tapped to train her. I did. It was fine. But when asked about it later, I was noticeably frustrated at the request and how this had also become my job. I am a hothead. And not in a flattering way. But I don't direct it at others or lash out. I just carry a lot of stress and anger right now. I'm also deeply ashamed that others see me that way. They rely on me and know I'm component, but I'm also a hothead. This is who I've become. Or is this who I always was? I don't know, but I'm horrified and so sad that it's the case.

My actual supervisor is tough. It's good for me though. I'm learning and having to face my insecurities. But I also can't fully relax in her presence. I care too much what she thinks and I worry I look like an idiot. Her standards are high and it can be a struggle to reach them. She gave me some feedback on Thursday about a certain thing - I'd missed one question in a mock OSCE, but it was a critical one. The equivalent of the cardiology registrar forgetting to ask whether someone had ever had an MI. I knew straight away that I missed it, but there was nothing that could be done. Rather than fail me though, she told me we'd do it again next week. More stress. It was fair of her and I will learn from this lesson, but its even more stress... To miss something so fundamental shows how anxious I get in her presence. My fear that she will think I'm an idiot is making me look like an idiot.

There's a lot happening, but the assessments I never thought I'd even start at slowly being chipped away at. I'm still here and managing okay, if sometimes like a hothead. I danced this week and it was the best escape. I miss having someone to debrief with about anything and everything, but I'm doing okay, as I always do. I'm taking today though to just settle and breathe. To slow down. At least that's the goal. I wonder how many hours it will be until I cave and open a textbook...

Anyway. Life is just a bit stressful, but then again, when isn't it?

S x

#medblr #medicine #psychiatry #pgy5

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carcharsaur · 1 year

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alright I finished another game, this time it's amnesia: crowd

^a succinct summary of my thoughts on this series as a whole this came out as a 2-in-1 pack on the switch last year, bundled with amnesia: later as both are follow-ups to the original amnesia: memories but I had to take a uh. almost 7 month break after finishing "later" because I literally have to build up an immunity to the parts of these games in particular that piss me off. but also I still really really like kent so I keep buying it LOL I'll put my deranged unfocused rambling under the cut though

my fav parts of this game were the "suspense" scenario things for ikki and kent, most the "work" scenarios and then like basically everything else is just "ehh" or actively grated me.... the after stories were weird also because some of them had to jump around to avoid overlapping with the after stories from "later" which for the most part I liked much better (for the characters I actually care about anyway). I'm too lazy to go into real gritty detail but a lot of stuff just felt regressive compared to the developments that happened in the first FD!?!? and I don't understand why.... it felt like suddenly they had to be a god-fearing christian game.. was there some controversy back in the day when they first were developing this for the vita LMAO it might just be I'm weary with it's... extremely stereotypical japanese 'demure woman vs voracious men' thing but it felt worse than normal. I think I might just spoiled from playing games that are as good as cupid parasite but also just most newer otome games being more comfortable with talking about sex in a way that doesn't feel fucking insane to me. there's making a nonsexual or asexual friendly mc/game and then there's "how are you alive" levels of airheaded unawareness that are just plainly grating.

I will hand it to this game that it finally did make my like ukyo more than I did through the first two games, where I thought he was just very "whatever" but despite the like... weirdass nature of "evil alter ego" they ended up resolving it in a way I think was pretty good and fully undid the initial game's thing about supernatural mental illness = inherent evil nature uh oh!!! but he still has hilarious joker mode sprites so it's still like. funny as hell but also taking itself seriously? at least I'm amused instead of completely checked out I still want toma to just die forever, hate his whole character and the dynamic he has with the heroine and I WONTTTT say more because I will write 3 paragraphs analyzing his character and tearing into how much I hate his fucking writing and how gross every bit of his execution feels. shin is still just unsatisfying as hell and actively frustrating at times (STOP BRINGING UP WHEN YOU WERE ALL 6 YEARS OLD YOU'RE LIKE 19-20 YEARS OLD MANN) also I'm still bearing a grudge on whoever did voice direction for the game because I'd never imagine kakihara would be so boring to listen to!!!!!! ikki was a little funny, sometimes good, but other times just... eyerolls forever and ever and less interesting than in the first FD and thennnn kent is still one of my fav LIs ever, to the point that I still don't know how someone that wrote him and his dynamic with the heroine and then also wrote the rest of these damn games... but his after story frustrated the fuck out of me. it wasn't necessarily ooc but just a couple of the narrative choices they made for it were unfitting and felt contradictory with the "later" route which is somehow still canon and so I was left kind of conflicted and frustrated with it.

the work scenarios were all cute though, and I enjoyed the really good side characters still being involved in the unlockable mini scenarios (except the New side character is just straight ass no question about it) but the minigames were tediously time consuming to get all of them unlocked =_= also kent was SO good in it that I wish his canon route had their coworker dynamic... instead of "math tutor to rival to lovers" LOL

and other than the ones I mentioned earlier, the "suspense" scenarios were just.... mehhh... and the fact I did enjoy kent and ikki's a lot leads me to think it's not just me. or it's just because I do not care for the other characters much LOL maybe both also the unlockable scene with orion, it's not outright 'wrong' sure but it's so fucking weird man. obviously gross bait. wish it wasn't there lmao

anyway taking a complete left turn, to me in my delusional mind palace they're a throuple with an adorable adopted child. or ikki is the mother👍

(the other half of this cg has all the other LIs pointedly avoiding holding hands with each other so this is real TO MEEE because ikki and kents dynamic is so fun forever also this:)

also, pointlessly, here's my fav clip

#car talking #car's 2023 media #also god the original art style is. it's own thing for sure #but all the timeskip outfits for the dudes were STRAIGHT ASS!!!#anyway overall. mid ass series but kent is so good that even though I'm sick to bastard death with half these guys #if they localize amnesia: worlds for some fucking reason I will still buy it #not a series I would really recommend to anyone though unless I thoroughly know what all their icks are. ymmv etc #glad to have it out of my small backlog though

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Hello, I saw you were doing match ups and I was wondering if I may participate? (Romantic pretty please!) 💕💖

For fandoms I honestly can't pick between Twisted Wonderland or Ikemen Prince, whichever one of those floats your boat go right ahead!

I am a 20 year old female, 170 cm tall. I am in university and I major in English literature. In my free time I like to play otome games and Genshin Impact, writing, being with friends, daydreaming, watch all sorts of things on YouTube but my personal favorites are horror stories, true crime and commentary videos lol

For my personality I am very loud, impulsive, kind, bubbly, energetic, too curious for my own good but people seem to like that in a way, affectionate, maybe even a little empathetic. The feelings of others matter so much to me, I can never be good unless my friends feel good too. I'm a giant goofball that tends to blurt out whatever comes to my mind which weirds people out but it's almost always harmless, if not a little illogical at times. It's just one of those things you need to get used to once you spend time with me.

As for my not so good personality traits I am lazy, a procrastinator, a MASSIVE AIRHEAD, it's unreal how easily forget things, I always need to write everything down because of that and can come off as blunt to people due to my honest nature, which to some people is rude.

I hope that's enough, I'm sorry if I broke any rules!

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope that you like it. This will be a twisted wonderland matchup. As soon as I clear through the inbox and work on the second part to other requests, I will also do an Ikemen Prince matchup for you😊

I match you with........

Kalim Al-Asim

• We have the two local rays of sunshine over here! NRC has all but been blinded by the both of your positive and outgoing personalities! Never will there be a dull day once the two of you are together.

• It was only a little hard to finally get into the relationship with Kalim and that was mostly because of Jamil. Despite how he feels about Kalim, he still had a job to do in making sure he was safe so he had to ensure ensure you had no ulterior motives with the Al-Asim heir. Once you were in the clear, all broke loose. Now he gets to deal with two of you.

•Honestly, the two of you together can be straight up chaos at times but you guys just have so much fun! It doesn't help that you twi easily bounce off of one another and that only adds more fuel to the fire.

• When he asked you to be his forever partner, he had to make sure that it wad absolutely perfect! Now, as much as he want to hold a massive feast, throw a huge parade, and proclaim how he felt from the rooftops of Scarabia, Jamil talked him into toning it down quite a bit. The initial congession was done via a magic carpet ride over the sands of Scarabia under a blanket of stars and a shining moon, where he presented to you a beautiful heirloom necklace that's been passed down fron generation to generation. There were lots of happy tears that night.

• Now, after the first congession, then he hikds the feast! You are getting warm congratulations from everyone in the dorm and even those in other dorms as well. And when his family finds out? Guess who has a vacation to the Scalding sands so they can meet their future daughter-in-law? Honestly, they're just so happy!

• He is a big promoter of your writing hobby! Anything that you need, he will easily provide it all for you. Just seeing the smile on your face makes it all worth it in the end. He just loves being able to see and make you happy.

• He could sit and watch you play your games for hours on end, watching videos with you and Jamil is eternally grateful. If you can keep Kalim occupied and entertained for just a little longer so he can have more of a break, that would be great.

• Kalim cares about the feelings of others. He knows he isn't the best at a lot of things, so he at least wants to be a good friend. You two vibe really well on this. Honestly, you guys are the pure sunshine couple of NRC.

• Overall, this boy of pure sunshine will always look to make you happy, to show you that he can provide for you, even if that means not having to use family funds. He would go with you to the ends of Twisted Wonderland. Your happiness is what matters the mostbto him.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #kalim #kalim x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #jamil viper #romantic #matchups

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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mistletoe · p.sh

Your friends play a little Christmas prank on you and Sunghoon.

One of Sunghoon's favourite things to do is stare at you while you sleep, little breathes escaping your lips at random moments as your eyebrows dip into a concentrated frown, as though you can't stop arguing with yourself, even in the land of dreams.

He chuckles as you mumble out something intelligible before nuzzling your head closer to his shoulder. In any other scenario, you would've definitely be caught dead acting all cuddly with the one person that can't keep your tongue in your mouth. But as far as fate goes, the said boy in question had politely refused your friends' suggestion at getting more marshmallows from the kitchen in favour of keeping you company.

It's not that you and Sunghoon don't get along. You do. A little too much. So much so that his housemates Jay and Heeseung had asked whether you were his long lost sibling. It didn't help matters when he got to know you were just as interested in skating as he was.

Of course, he's more than just interested in skating. But you don't have to know that.

Yawning softly before your eyelids start fluttering, you look up through sleepy eyes and brows furrowed, before realizing how close you are to Sunghoon.

"What the--" you scramble back in panic, eyes darting to find your friends, "where'd everyone go?"

"Went to fetch more marshmallows and hot chocolate," comes his answer, amused by the frazzled look on your face.

"Okay," Your eyes narrow, "and why are you here?"

"Jay and Heeseung asked me if I wanted to tag along."

"I mean, why are you here?"

"Oh," he shrugs then, a smug smirk slipping over his lips at how distraught you seem without your friends around. He can almost imagine the embarrassment coating your cheeks in dusty pink, "because someone had to look after you, I guess."

"Why you?"

"You're asking a lot of questions."

"Considering you were staring me down like a creep, I think the questions are justified," you pause, noticing for the first time that the movie credits are rolling by. Realization dawns and you groan, turning to bury your nose into one of the throw pillows nearby, "great. I don't even remember what the movie was about."

"Why are you so tired anyway? It's not like you do much these days."

"Shut up, Sunghoon. I'm hibernating."

Sunghoon laughs, loving how easily riled up you get when you think you're right. Sliding out of the couch and gesturing towards the direction of the kitchen, he says, "come on then, lazy butt. Let'a go join the others."

You groan intelligible things under your breath, though manage to pull yourself up as the young man slips your jacket over your shoulders. You mumble out a thanks despite the heat crawling up the back of your neck, and Sunghoon, having caught sight of you from the corner of his eye, chuckles as he feels his entire heart fill up with emotion.

The walk to the kitchen takes a while since it's found on the other side of the building. But the walk itself is nice. It is inevitable for you and Sunghoon to banter back and forth as your shoulder brush in the cold December weather, footsteps crunching along the layer of fresh virgin snow that has blanketed the entire campus white.

"D'you know you snore when you sleep?" Sunghoon badgers you with a teasing grin.

You flush, "that's normal, dumbass. Everyone snores."

"I've never seen anyonre snore quite like you."

"And? I snore like what?"

"An elephant."

"Oh piss off!"

He bursts out laughing at your face, reaching over to ruffle your hair affectionately. You duck out under his touch with an angry protest, quickly leaning down, gathering snow, and throwing it straight at his face.

"Oh fu-- shit Y/N! That's my face!" Sunghoon yelps and falls back. You laugh, only to receive a snowball in your face a second later accompanied by his shout of success.

"Sunghoon!"

"You started it."

"You were teasing me!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop," he holds his hands up at the sight of another giant snowball in your hands, crooked grin and flushed cheeks making your heart flutter, "truce?"

"If you stop being an ass."

"Okay. I won't badger you about your snoring."

It takes you a minute, but you relent, tossing the snowball away with a face that makes him laugh. You continue walking, now in a comfortable silence broken by a few little arguments here and there, until the kitchen comes into view.

Heeseung is at the window, waving at you with an impish grin as you wave back.

"Sleepyhead!" One of your friends calls out from inside the open door, "look who finally decided to wake up."

"I was tired," comes your argument, though far-fetched as you step into the doorway. Sunghoon follows, head bumping against a christmas decoration.

"Ouch," he winces as you turn around just in time to see what's hanging between the two of you.

Your eyes widen in horror. Colour drains from his face.

"No," you say in unison.

Because dangling right before your noses, hangs a mistletoe.

"No," your voice sounds strangled, strange, "no no no."

"Oh yes," Jake's head pops out from the kitchen, "oh yes yes yes. That's the rule. People should kiss under a mistletoe."

"Come on, Y/N," your friends giggle, jostling each other like excited schoolgirls that make you want to take a swing at them, "it's just a kiss."

It is just a kiss. But it's a kiss with Sunghoon.

You're not quite sure your heart can take it.

"I'm going to kill you," Sunghoon glowers at his own two friends, "both of you."

"It's part of the Christmas fun," Jay winks.

"We really didn't expect you two to be the first to fall for it," Heeseung says apologetically, glancing at you then back to Sunghoon, "sorry Y/N."

Before you can bark out motr obscenities at the two boys, you feel an arm winds around your middle to turn you around. You're faced with none other than Sunghoon, who brings his hand up to shyly cup your cheek. You want to say something, push him away, but your own voice catches in the back of your throat as you lock eyes.

Slowly, he dips his head towards yours, lips pressing to your cheek. Soft. Pillowy.

Blood rushes to your face as a round of hoots echo around the room.

"Kiss her lips man!" Jay hoots as he cups both hands around his mouth.

"Yeah Y/N! Don't dodge christmas tradition!"

"Do it right!"

"Goddamnit," you hear Sunghoon mutter under his breath, rollowed by a curse. You're so flustered by the attention that you don't realise Sunghoon cupping both cheeks this time. He turns you to face him, noses brushing, and you yelp out of instinct, toes curling and blood suddenly rushing to your head.

"Wha--what are you doing?!" Your hiss is faint yet your scowl is evident. Sunghoon's eyebrow quirks up and you swear your heart twinges, "what does it look like I'm doing?"

"I don't want your cooties," you mutter.

"I don't want your cooties either," your lips are milimeters from each other, "scared, Y/N?"

You huff, "you wish--"

His lips cover yours in a soft, tender kiss that has you freeze.

You hear your friends in the back of your mind, almost like an afterthought as his mouth slowly moves over yours in a way that turns your insides to mush.

Sunghoon tilts his head, deepening the kiss even more as you gasp in his mouth. Your hands instinctively find his jacket, fingers curling over the material.

How does he kiss so good? How in the world are you enjoying this right now?

He pulls back all too soon and you almost whine out of protest. Your teeth find purchase onto your bottom lip instead, pulling back as the young man lets go of your face to say:

"Satisfied now?"

"Oh man, I wasn't thinking that you guys were gonna go that hard," Jay states.

"Looks like Sunghoon's a good kisser," one of your friend giggles.

You make a non-commital noise, "sure whatever," and hope that none of them can hear how loud your heart is thumping through your chest.

All is normal throughout the rest of the day. You try not to think too much of why Sunghoon had decided to take the bait and kiss you. Maybe he'd just wanted to impress his two friends, maybe he just doesn't think much of kissing as something special. And you're happy to go along with that idea, whatever that means.

Easier said than done.

"What?" Sunghoon asks you when he catches your eyes lingering on his face that evening during your Christmas Dinner, "why are you staring at me like that?"

Thank god your brain is quick to scramble for an answer, "I was wondering how people like you still exist, you know. Considering natural selection and all."

"Uh...sure." he narrows his eyes, "you know, insulting people isn't part of the whole flirting thing."

"Oh I know," you grin, "who said I was flirting?"

"Well, considering the fact that you have been staring at me for the past half hour, I would say--"

"I have not been staring."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I...am admiring your shirt," you splutter out as he pushes up his sweater sleeves and starts soaping the dishes. You wait for him to hand you one before start rinsing it, "it's quite a nice shirt."

Sunghoon is sending you a look of disbelief. He shakes his head, passes you a plate, "tell me. Why are you acting so weird?"

"What was that?" You blurt out, "the...mistletoe thing."

To your surprise, he merely shrugs, "don't know. Though you might like it--"

"That I might like it?"

He glances your way, "you didn't like it?"

"That's not what I--"

"So you did?"

You yell out in frustration, banging the plate into the drying rack with a little too much force than necessary, "ugh! Nevermind!"

Beside you, the dark-haired man merely chuckles in growing amusement, which frustrates you even more. He proceeds to give you another plate and for the rest od the washing up, a subdued silence seems to take over the room as you try ans gather some sense into your thoughts.

You hope he can't hear how loudly your heart is beating, or how you're consciously avoiding brushing his arm as you keep on rinsing off the plates, followes by yhe cutlery.

You shouldn't have askes Sunghoon. That's the conclusion to which you come to as you dry off the last spoon. You shouldn't even have bothered trying to ask if that ever meant something more to him, because he clearly--

Warm hands grip your hips, pushing you towards the kitchen counter and scattering your thoughts in the process. A soft gasp gets strangled in your throat as Sunghoon's body leans over yours, face so close you can feel the warmth of his breath brushing along your cheek, tickling your bangs.

Sunghoon is gazing down at you with soft eyes. Tender eyes, if you hadn't known better. In the soft glow of the kitchen light that framed his features into a golden glow, you think you might find him -- for a second -- dashingly handsome.

"Why d'you keep looking at me like that?" He murmurs, voice somehow rough as his dark orbs bore into yours.

"Like..." you bite your lip, "like what?"

"Like you want me to kiss you."

You scoff, though you're pretty certain he cannot miss the red glaze scattering along your cheeks, "I...that's not true."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uhuh."

"I guess I'll have to change that, then."

And before you can blink, he's kissing you.

He's all soft. Soft lips. Warm fingers cradle your cheek as you stumble, back pressing against the counter as Sunghoon's warm breaths mingle with yours. You can't help but close your eyes to kiss him back softly, and the breath he takes is shaky, staggering, before he resumes kissing you as if his life depends on it.

You're a gasping mess when he pulls back, dazed orbs disoriented and chest breathless. Sunghoon gazes back, swollen lips and dishevelled hair from your hands whom you hadn't realizes had travelled to his scalp during your little snogging session.

Your thoughts are disrupted by his little snigger. You focus back on him, "what?"

His grin is shy, yet filled with a mischief that has butterflies roaming your stomach, "I kind of like this."

"Like what?" You stutter, heart suddenly speeding up.

"I like you."

Your jaw falls slack. You gaze up at him, baffled by the words trying to make sense in your brain.

"You...what?"

His eyes are intense, voice clear as he repeats himself.

"Oh."

"And...Jay and Heeseung knew."

It is then that his eyes slip away. And it takes you a second for realization to hit.

Oh.

"Wait... they knew? Is that why--"

"I'm sorry," Sunghoon cuts you off. One hand pulls you closer, wrapping around your middle while the other pushes some stray hair behind your ear, "they got carried away. They shouldn't have done that--"

"I like you," you're the one cutting him off this time, "--too."

You swear you can feel your face heating up as his eyes trace your features once more. There's an innate desire to cringe back, squirm, run away even. But his arms around you press you even closer, as close as you can possibly be, and when you tilt your head up once more he doesn't hesitate to kiss you again.

"So," he murmurs, pulling back ever so slightly but close enough that your noses touch, "I think I should take you out."

"Do you now?" You reply coyly, though blushing.

"Uhuh," he hums and pulls you in for a hug. As if that's not adorable enough, you inwardly scream at how cute his reddened ears are, "what are you up to tomorrow?"

"Well, I am a busy woman."

"Oh really?" You feel Sunghoon's hands interlock with yours. He brings it up to press a kiss along your knuckles, "maybe you can spare a few minutes for me?"

A small smile dances along your lips, "I guess I can do that."

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A/N: celebrating Christmas with a smol cute Sunghoon imagine! I hope you like it. Enhypen has officially taken over my heart and even though they feel like little brothers to me, I decided to switch things up and write for my fave, Sunghoonie 🥰

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astranva · 3 years

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Tom Holland being annoying for 6 mins video

Word Count: 1k

Category: fluff

Warning: None really

Summary: In which a fan makes a compilation video of Tom annoying you in interviews for 6 minutes straight.

first tommy one. it's not the best but i'm warming up i guess qoedjuwiuh

Everyone knew about your relationship. It was something people enjoyed talking about for the fun of it, let it be excited fans or the Marvel cast poking fun at you and Tom.

You had been casted together in the 2015 movie, In The Heart of The Sea, it being where you first met and had instantly became friends, the close age factor aiding.

But then you had starred together again after joining Marvel – your first role being in Civil War together, with Tom being Spider-Man and you being an agent.

At first, it was very lowkey despite the cast having had made countless comments and teased the both of you to get together, “love birds” and “soulmates” thrown around whenever they talked about you.

It was then in 2017 when you – finally – got together and became official, beginning a relationship that not only the cast loved, but all fans as well.

Especially Marvel fans when they got to see press interviews of you both.

For the laughs of it, you had sided with Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan as they teased your boyfriend many times, both men joking around in their own interviews about how they think you just “settled” for Tom and how they feel bad about you having to “babysit” him, despite your close age. Nevertheless, they both loved your relationship and loved being around you.

It was one evening as you lounged, relishing the slow and lazy day you had in yours and Tom’s shared apartment, with Tessa snoozing with her head on your stomach and your laptop waiting for you to go on with you’re the Office binge-watching.

Deciding to open YouTube in a short break to check Gigi Hadid’s pasta recipe for later, your fingers halted as you looked at the first recommended YouTube Video.

Tom Holland annoying Y/N in interviews for 6 mins straight

Already giggling to yourself, you clicked on the video.

“This is just for fun” was stated in a title in the video before it faded to an interview of you and Tom during Civil War premiere.

“Hello!” The interviewer exclaimed with a grin as she held her microphone.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Tom smiled, “I’m Tom. This is Y/N.” He had introduced as if the interviewer didn’t know.

“How are you?” You had asked her, standing beside Tom with a smile on your face.

“I’m great,” she smiled, “Tom, we heard that you actually knew you got the role from Y/N, is that true?”

Tom laughed as he nodded, glancing at you, “That’s true. I got a text first, or was it a phone call?’

“A text then a phone call.” You clarified.

“Yeah, a text then a phone call and Y/N told me to check Marvel’s website while the line is still – like it’s still on, so I did and there was that.”

“You hung up on me that day.”

“That’s not true.”

“But it is,” you raised your eyebrows, looking at him, “You hung up on me right after screaming. I never call him anymore,” you said to the interviewer, “Gave him the news of his life and this is how he repays me.”

“I did call you again though!”

“You didn’t.”

The following video was a more recent one of the both of you with Jimmy Fallon.

“So you both just came back from vacation,” Jimmy began, you and Tom nodding with smiles, “You just dipped out of social media for a month, nobody knew anything about you.”

“Yeah, we decided to just, take some time off, disconnect a bit,” you said, “Ended up downloading a new game because you can only put up with Tom for so long.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“That’s not true, you loved having me around.” Tom turned to look at you as he sat.

“When you weren’t letting me put aloe vera on you because you got sunburnt for the umpteenth time, sure!”

The following video was of you and Tom with Jimmy Kimmel.

“I don’t even know how to react to what Tom just said there.” Jimmy said.

You were seated beside Tom, lips pursed at the spoiler Tom had just let slip.

“What did I just say?” Tom asked, pointing at himself.

“You said Spider-Man’s in space.”

“Oh! That thing! Right, yeah, it’s really awesome.” He grinned.

“You’re so sleeping on the couch.” You shook your head as everyone laughed, RDJ nodding at you in support.

The following video was of the both of you sat with an interviewer during Infinity War press.

“They couldn’t trust him with the script,” you said, glancing at Tom beside you, “He tried to get it though.”

“Didn’t work out for you?”

“No,” Tom laughed, “My own partner, my flat mate, the person I trust the most,” he feigned defensiveness, “Wouldn’t give it to me or tell me anything about it.”

“It’s because you spoil everything!” You laughed.

“Hey! Remember when you told me not to say anything about us getting an apartment in New Y-”

“Tom!” Your eyes widened, reaching out to place your hand over his mouth.

“Oh my God!” His own eyes widened, “Were we still not supposed to say?”

The following video was an even more recent one.

Sitting in front of your laptop, you were talking with Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show, having had told Tom countless times about that interview.

“Your new movie comes out in November! Can you tell us more about your character? I mean, the trailer looks amazing!”

“Yeah, it’s very exciting, it’s the first time I get to play such a complicated and conflicted character like tha-” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide as you saw Tom behind you through the screen in nothing but a black t-shirt and his briefs.

“Is that-” Jimmy burst out laughing, clapping as he leaned back, “Is that Tom in the background?”

Upon hearing his name, Tom’s head snapped to you before scurrying away from the screen with a chorus of “shit, shit, shit” as you covered your face with your hands.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland interview #tom holland x reader

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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I'll be there

summary: bucky shows you how much he loves you after you get shot.

content: reader gets shot, blood and gore, fluff, angst

paring: Bucky Barnes x female reader

The moment the bullets pierce the air Bucky's breath hitches. Time slows as they gush of air rushes past his cheeks but his eyes follow the line as they pierce your skin.

One to the chest and another to the stomach as Bucky let's out a gasp, baring his teeth as the metal hand wraps the gunman's throat and squeezes until the bones crack under the pressure. Bucky can't snap his neck fast enough as he sinks to his knees in front of you.

"Jesus, hey, hey." The way your eyes flicker weakly makes his stomach twist in knots. Sickness threatens at the back of his throat as band squish your cheeks with just enough pressure to have the lazy, half closed eyes meet his own. "Stay up, look at me."

He watches the way you deny him, shaking your head as you cup his wrist to try and push him off. "I'm tired, I -"

"No sleeping, sweetheart. Help is coming, keep your eyes on me, please." Tears threaten his eyes as he applies pressure to your chest but blood seeps out from the gasps of his fingers.

Heart stammering inside the chamber of his chest, the loud pump of blood can be heard in his ears as he applies more pressure. "Buck -."

Despite feeling relieved at the fact that could speak it quickly slips away. The pallor skin and fading color drains from your lips, it's nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. "Tell me where it hurts, honey. Stop closing your eyes."

The whole town is leveled, civilians and officers screams fill the air. The first pierce of sirens fill the air with sudden relief. He pleads for you to stay awake, yelling towards a group of responders.

"No, I don't feel anything." The words burn his chest as your eyes flicker weakly. It's hard to breath, steel blues eyes swelling with tears as he shakes his head, bottom lip quivering, "You need to stay right here. The ambulance is almost here."

His hand lifts from the open wound that pains your abdomen and the gush of blood had never stopped, it spurts and pools but he's pressing his hand again in hopes someone will arrive soon.

"I love you, Bucky. You know that right?"

Bucky's breath hitches but he nods his head. "Of course I do, sweet girl and I love you but you're going to tell me later, yeah?"

He watches the weak nod but eyes betray you, slowly closing and he shakes his head as he cups your cheek. "Hey, what did I say? Look at me, stat awake."

The rustling and chatter went unnoticed but the medics drop to their knees asking Bucky to keep the pressure. His voice is harsh and stern and if it wasn’t for your current state it would be concerning, feel as if you did something to upset him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, I can never be mad at you.” He lies, if these were your last few minutes on earth he wanted them to be filled with love. For now he could hide the growing ball of rage that warmed his belly, he could hold his tongue from telling you not to do your job.

“I can never be mad you, sweetheart.” He confirms it again, almost like it’s for himself. So lost in the feel of blood soaking his glove and sleeve. He gaze meets the medics who nods and on the count of three Bucky let's go and the medical team jumps into action.

He takes a second to look over all the chaos and destruction, a town blown to bits. When he looks back his heart drops, noticing the way your shoulder slump, chin against your chest. Eyes shut and relaxed and suddenly Bucky's world turns upside down.

He can barely see straight, the medical team is yelling something but he just can't make it out. A hand shoves his chest but his vision blurs and a pair of hands grab his wrists. "Are you alright, Sergeant?"

“Fuck, fuck.” he whispers pushing the hands away, "Don't worry about me, help her!"

The blood has started to clot around the wound to form dark red scabs but there’s so much blood - too much, but despite what the logical part of his brain says there’s no possible way you can live, he watches intensely.

Cutting your shirt down the middle with ease to clear the way from the gun wound but he notices the jump of your chest, laboring breath.

Bucky doesn't breath until he hears the words, "Heart beat is steady, bleeding is under control. We need to get her to the hospital."

***

A low light of the hospital flickers with a buzz, the white light shinning to naturally highlight the points of your face. Bucky leans forward while fiddling with his fingers, every once in a while peering up to look at you - eyes closed with a look of peace etched across your features.

The machines beeps have become sort of a security for him, after a few days it meant one thing. He's exactly where he needs to be; with you.

Bucky hasn't left the spot next to the bed for days, unless it was for a shower or a coffee. Sam had tried multiple times just take him out for something to eat or get fresh air but Bucky refused. He needs to be there when you woke.

All those days of sadness and isolation were worth it the moment he watched those beautiful lashes flicker against the smooth skin of your cheek bones. Wild eyes find his own and he's up from his seat, cupping your cheek as he presses his lips against your forehead, "It's okay, you're okay. I'm right here, honey."

The mix of aniexty and fear slowly starts to dissipate away as the familar scent of Bucky washes over you - his warm skin pressing against your own as he plants a kiss against your cheek with a soft sigh. A hand cups the back of your head and softly plays with a stray strand of hair as he stares down at you, "You scared me there."

He watches as those eyes widen with disbelief, hands pressing against your chest and down your abdomen to feel the bandages around them. "You're okay - everything is fine now."

You watch the way he swallows, tears filling his eyes as leans forward to press his lips against your own, saying the words one more time like it's more for himself. "You're okay doll."

He manages to smile, one that makes your heart flutter has cups your cheek again. "Don't ever do that again. You scared me - I didn't know what I would have done."

"I couldn't just let her -."

"No more jumping in front of guns, promise me." He warns, but by the way his chest hitches, he needs to hear it.

"I promise, Bucky."

He nods softly, climbing onto the bed until there's just enough room for the both of you. "I thought I would never see these beautiful eyes again, i would never hear your voice again."

Warm, soft lips press against your cheeks and up the side of your face as his fingers curl against your scalp, "I never loved someone like I do you, I need you. Don't ever do that again."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky fic

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hqcult · 3 years

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PERFECT ## oikawa tooru

the air of perfection surrounding you makes him sick. you're worse than the geniuses he hates

. tw misogny, predatory behavior, smut, noncon/dubcon, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, fingering . wc 1.2k

before his flight to argentina in a few months, oikawa made it a hobby to swing by his alma mater.

iwa's too busy and he can't possibly bother his best friend when he's working so hard in college. so oikawa tooru goes alone. sometimes, he comes in early while the team's still there. maybe he'll even join matches for fun — coach irihata still has a soft spot for him, apparently.

but most of the time he comes when the gym is empty; when there's an absence of the squeaking shoes and the ricocheting balls. it never fails to make his heart swell in nostalgia. ah, how he’ll miss this place terribly once he moves to argentina.

something did change, though.

oikawa wouldn't call it drastic but the first time he crashed their practice, he was all but pleasantly surprised to see the new aoba johsai manager.

you were a pretty thing and the boys adore you a lot. you didn't look the type to apply as manager just to score an athlete boyfriend nor did you seem to have any other objective other than taking care of the team. oikawa can say as much because he could see how the new captain looks at you and the way you purposely try to keep things platonic. friendly. you don't let yahaba, or anyone in the team, go the extra mile for you.

and the fact that you can miraculously keep kyoutani in check is the cherry on top. while the said player is still rough around the edges, he learned how to listen to you and the last time kyoutani ever listened to anyone was months ago, when iwaizumi was still in the team.

team morale is high when you're there to support them on the sidelines. in your white and turquoise tracksuit yet still managing to look attractive. yahaba's got quite the patience, if oikawa do say so himself.

you were like some sort of goddess to them. it's sickening how dewy-eyed his ex-teammates would get whenever you smile and hand them their water bottles. it was too good to be true. you were too good to be true. there has got to be some sort of conspiracy behind this whole ordeal.

"oikawa-san, i didn't think you'd be here at this hour."

he turns around at the sound of your voice. there you stood in casual clothes, hair tied up and face bare. with the harsh angles the moonlight created together with the poor lighting of the gym, you look normal. not an air of that perfection he’s always seen circulating around you.

"how did you get in? only yahaba and i have the keys."

you saunter closer and it wasn't a wise move on your part. while you have aoba johsai as the same denominator, the alumnus was still practically a stranger. quick exchanges of acknowledgments aren't exactly sufficient to get to know someone. let alone be friends with. but you never once thought any of that. how naive.

he smiles as you finally stood next to him. you can't help the slight dread pool in your stomach at the sight of it. with his tall lean frame that can easily overpower you, the smile looked more ominous than friendly.

"bold of you to assume i gave the keys back. why do you think shigeru had to duplicate them again for you?"

you didn't see it coming, the arm oikawa slings around your shoulders before pulling you flush against him. you would've lost your balance if you hadn't clutched the lapels of his coat.

"can it be…" his plush lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers. "our little secret, cutie?"

warning bells are going off in your head. it tells you to run and stay the fuck away from him but you did nothing of the sort, had only forced a polite smile and swiftly ducked around to get his arm off you.

this is oikawa tooru we're talking about.

yeah, you know he's quite the ladies man but you doubt he'd go... that far, especially if he knows the person's uncomfortable. not to mention, you're part of the volleyball team! you're managing his past team. surely, maybe, the familial bond extended to you too despite only joining their little family this year. you were just being paranoid. you were reading into it too much.

"uhm, yes. of-of course."

oikawa does have to admit, seeing little miss perfect stutter and avert her eyes from him did wonders to his ego. well, now you don't look anything like the goddess his ex-team worships. you're not exuding the same level of confidence or reliability that you always carry yourself with. you look unsure of yourself. powerless in the face of real dominance.

"why are you here?"

"i…" is it really wise for you to say why? "i forgot the team's record notebook in the girl's locker room. i need to pass a summary of it to coach tomorrow.”

oikawa smiles, eyes comically lighting up in excitement before slinging a heavy, oppressive arm around you again. "ooh, i'll come with!"

you walk with shoulders slightly folded in and the ex-captain likes you like this. all meek and submissive. he daresay you look prettier compliant and not like a self-entitled princess who thinks she shouldn't bother being romantically involved with an athlete. he still thinks you were bitchy and idiotic for friend zoning yahaba of all people. he thought you should be very thankful for getting noticed by his junior.

but oh well, at least oikawa gets to have a go.

to witness firsthand what the fuss about you is all about.

you wanted to shrug his arm away and he knows that but he won't do it. the fact that you're struggling to even speak up about it makes him smirk. see, now you know your place. as you should. sometimes, girls like you who get silly little ideas in their head should be reminded of where they truly stand in the food chain. oikawa is more than glad to be the one reminding you.

you told him to wait outside while you sauntered into the girls' locker room and oikawa smiles that innocent smile before nodding.

a prey really shouldn't have turned her back on a predator.

just as you picked up your blue notebook on the bench, the resounding lock of the door clicking shut sounded too loud in a closed-off space. "oikawa—'

"you know, i'd really appreciate if we drop formalities. i think screaming tooru while i fuck you sound way better. makes things more intimate, dontcha think?"

he was onto you before you even got the chance to turn around. the notebook you were holding drops to the ground as he grabs hold of your wrists, his leg swiping at your ankles to tackle you to the ground. he's quick. the floor is hard and cold when your back crashes into it. you wince, the shock of what's happening yet to register in your system. never before thinking that this sort of thing will happen to you.

oikawa isn't as cruel or disgusting as you think. you were both legal adults. he knows. after all, he was there when the team decided to throw you a surprise birthday party on your 18th. he was also there from around the corner, eavesdropping when yahaba pulled you aside and confessed his feelings to you and you had the fucking audacity to turn him down.

he doesn't want to call this revenge, not when he'd still do it whether or not shigeru had confessed.

you were from a different breed of people. worse than geniuses. you are so disgustingly perfect in every sense of the word that it's so fucking unfair. it fueled jealousy more severe than he ever felt from tobio or ushiwaka.

because people aren't perfect. people aren't meant to be perfect. even oikawa himself is far from it so why should you be any different from him? you're nothing special. you're ordinary just like him. you don't deserve it. you're not even working hard enough like oikawa to fucking deserve it!

you were red in the face when he took a good look at your pinned form underneath him. your eyes are glossy but held fierce contempt as you meet his gaze, your lips sealed shut in a straight line. you were trying to hold yourself back from crying and it only fuels the fire of his anger.

"what, think i'm not worth your tears?" he growls, a hand coming up to pull your hair. he sits atop you, his legs pinning yours down as he straddles your hips. "think you're so high and mighty that you won't cry for your oh so dependable oikawa-san?" he purposely makes his voice high-pitched like a girl, copying you spitefully.

"that’s fine, i can give you a real reason to cry."

he rips your flimsy shorts off and ogles at your cute panties. pink with little bows? how innocent.

his large hand covers your mouth, the heavy pressure keeping your head in place as his other hand cups your sex. the heat of his palms makes you squirm. already simulating the sensitive nerves and you poorly try shaking your head in denial. because no no no your body shouldn't be enjoying it!

"ou're a real piece of work, (name)-chan," he starts, voice conversation as he nudges your underwear aside, the flat of his thumb drawing lazy circles against your bare clit. "why pretend you don't like it? it's okay to accept pleasure from ordinary people like me. you're plain and average at best too, you know."

with both his hands occupied, you can freely try pushing him away but it's futile. he's too strong and your head is starting to ache with how hard he's pressing it against the floor.

his blissful expression peeves you out entirely. he doesn't look regretful in the slightest. "you should really get off of that high horse, cutie. stop pushing me away. silly little girls like you belong like this, underneath a capable and powerful man to protect you."

you pant, the ministrations on your clit too good but you don't let it blind you.

"fuck yo—"

but oikawa doesn't let you finish. he swoops in for a kiss, a hand holding your jaw firmly in place so you can't bite him. a particular hard nudge on your clit makes you gasp instinctively and his tongue invades your mouth. he's a good kisser. so damn skilled from all the girls he's kissed before you. maybe if circumstances had been different, you'd have butterflies in your stomach.

"aw," he coos against your lips. "i see. little miss perfect wants me to fuck her? how cute."

you thrash and squirm, a pathetic sneer on your face as he holds you down with ease. all it takes is one firm hold against your shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, kissing and suckling at your skin until they turn purple and red. he placed them in positions he knows you can never cover even with the official aoba johsai uniform. why would you cover them anyway? you should wear his hickeys with confidence! it's the one evidence to show he even bothered himself with you so you should be grateful to him!

"let go of me, you jer—!"

"i don't think i'll suck on your tits today, cutie. no time. let's get to the fucking already then, yeah?"

you absolutely hate his voice. it's the signature high-pitched and childlike tone partnered with that goofy smile of his. a facade he always wears when dealing with other people. a show he's mastered to an artform. he looks awfully unbothered by how wrong this is and it chills you to the bone.

"oikawa-san—please—"

"i told you it's tooru!" he whines, pouting. "how many times do i have to tell you?"

panic seizes you when his ankles hook around your legs to force them open. he hears none of your pleas and shoves two long fingers up your pussy. there's a slight stinging feeling as he looks for that one spot that'll make you succumb, make you admit defeat.

"if you want my dick inside this pussy you better call me by my given name or you won't cum, baby girl~" he says in a sing-song tone.

"who the fuck told you i wanted your—shit."

your toes curl and your back arches when his fingers grazed around a certain area. you didn't have time to feel betrayed by your body's reaction as the man on top of you chuckles condescendingly, angling his fingers so he hits the spot in every single thrust. "you like that, don't you? you like what my fingers are doing."

"no!"

"no?" oikawa repeats, measured. with a flick of his wrist, he has his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves of your puffy clit again and he watches you writhe, lose yourself to pleasure, moaning and whining so wantonly under him. "but cutie, i don't think that's what your body is telling me."

you cringe in disgust when his hot tongue laps at the falling tears in your eyes before whispering against your ear. breathy, and desperate, and ever so patronizing. you don't hear the zipper of his pants going down, nor did you realize he wasn't even bothering to hold you down anymore. good. that's a good start. baby steps, oikawa thinks. for someone who sat in a make-shift throne worshipped by hormonal teen athletes for so long, serving the one great king will be a huge reset for you.

when he enters, it's a tight fit. of-fucking-course you're a virgin. always staying true to that little miss perfect reputation, huh? sweet and gorgeous but humble and demure. you probably had the same shitty old school belief of staying pure 'till marriage. it makes him harder, makes his length throb and ache with the desire to taint, to soil, to fuck you until that good girl image is stripped away and all you can think about in every waking moment of your useless life is your tooru's big fat cock. your pure lips only producing the most sinful of words to satiate his deepest desires—"fuck me hard, tooru!" "make me your whore, tooru!" "i want to feel all of you, tooru!" "i want your cock so bad, tooru! please please please!"

your longing cries of defeat, the lewd sound of skin slapping, oikawa's pornographic moans—it's a wicked symphony crafted by prodigies. "go on, cutie. cry for me. cry, and cry, and cry, 'til you don't have anything left inside you but your sorry tears and my cum!"

little miss perfect? no. you're his little cockwhore.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere hq #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #toxichours #(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) mine ༉‧#yandere oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x tooru #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw predator #tw corruption #tw dacryphilia #tw misogyny

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hnychn · 3 years

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KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!

SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym

WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real

⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS

⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party

⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀

⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team

⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow

⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc

⇀ "bring your own cups"

⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼

⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .

⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks

⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼

⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol

⇀ it was surprisingly easy

⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡

⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴

⇀ not me simping over you 🤺

⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT

⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-

⇀ . . . 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ "y/n. . ."

⇀ "yes? 🤠"

⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"

⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."

⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"

⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽‍♀️

⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL

⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies

⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫

⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-

⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁

⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"

⇀ because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk

⇀ and she was right 💅🏽

⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.

⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?

⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-

⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk

⇀ and you- good god

⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.

⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk

⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫

⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.

⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG

⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼

⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup

⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"

⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs

⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just

⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"

⇀ SO YOU DO

⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM

⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN

⇀ and holy fuck-

⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴

kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.

despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.

you smirked.

kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.

"see something you like, kitten?"

kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.

your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.

your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.

but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."

⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫

⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good

⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight

⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes

⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully

⇀ you smiled down at him

"it's already 2021, huh?"

kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.

eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.

"yeah. . . i guess. . ."

you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.

"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"

kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."

5 . . .

you smiled, "really?"

you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.

4 . . .

"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.

you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"

you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."

3 . . .

"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.

2 . . .

"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.

1 . . .

"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.

kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.

"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.

what a way to start the new years.

⇀ everything after that was a blur

⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him

⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.

⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁

⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't

⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed

⇀ me 🤡

⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep

⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms

taglist:: @stickystrawberrysyrup @420-uwu @nvthvlyy @kaiwai @goshizaki-jun @thetrash-mammal @dprhvn @bakuhore

a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x manager #haikyuu x male reader #karasuno's male manager #karasuno x male manager #karasuno manager #haikyuu manager #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#kenma x male reader #kenma x reader

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

📚🌻

Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear 📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go.

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

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