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tojiscumdumpster · 3 months

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ PART THREE - TOJI

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✧ content warnings su*icidal thoughts (very brief. just one sentence)

God, she’s so damn pretty. Ten years later, and Y/N looks the same as before. Actually, no. She’s gotten more gorgeous. What came with age was fuller curves and a rounder face. But her deep brown complexion still shines the same when the sun kisses her skin.

I watched her sleep like a creep after I made love to her and that tight pussy. Talk about being dead. I feel alive after fucking Y/N. After being reunited after so many years. After saying… saying I love her.

It was never my intention to stop by Y/N’s apartment after seeing my kid. Hell, I didn’t even think she would still be living here, but I had to check. And I’m glad that I did.

Maybe it was selfish of me to come see Y/N when, based on her reaction, knew that I was dead. Me coming here probably hurts more and gives her the illusion that I’ll be here forever.

I’m not.

I’m temporary. Just how it was ten years ago because I always knew I wasn’t going to last long in this world.

And even when I knew that I still pursued Y/N. I’m not saying it with pride, but I don’t care. I needed her. I needed that fucking addicting energy.

Then, when I realized I love her… she wasn’t going anywhere. I wouldn’t let her. So, yeah. Maybe I’m a dick for building a temporary connection with Y/N, but what I had with her was one of my best memories. And I don’t keep many of those.

But soon, that’ll come to an end.

Again .

I can’t stay here forever. Not even for another hour. I have to go now because any longer I’ll become more than selfish.

“You like what you see?” Y/N’s asks, pulling me back to reality. She’s awake, and there’s this type of sexiness in her sleepy voice that makes me hard.

I gently push her coils away from her forehead. “Always.”

“…What happened?”

Already knowing what she’s talking about, I began answering her question.

“That white-haired brat that I sent to tell you I’m not coming killed me. I got too fucking cocky.”

“So how are you here right now?”

I sit up, looking at my hand then to her. “Honestly… I don’t know. It had something to do with that cursed technique shit I told you about.”

“I see.” She looked down and I took notice of her eyes watering.

I caress her cheeks. “Don’t cry for me, sweets.”

“Ten years, Toji. Ten years I went without you. Been without you. Everything was robbed from us,” she explains. “It was hard for me to adjust to your death. Still is, but I’m trying.”

When I look at her, I see someone broken. Hurt. Betrayed. She’s crying for me because of me. I made the wrong decision… Here I am, yet again, being the cause of Y/N’s pain.

“I waited a week for you, and you never came back. I even said a pep talk to myself to leave you alone when I saw you again. Who knew that would’ve been my permanent reality.”

“I’m sorry, sweets, but you’re an angel,” I say to her, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. “You were never meant to be with someone like me. We wouldn’t have lasted even if I wasn’t killed.”

What am I doing?

A frown forms between her brows. “What are you talking about? Why do you keep saying that?” She also sits up to look me dead on. “You’ve been saying this since we met, Toji. I’m a fully grown adult and more than capable to dictate who can and cannot be in my life. Why don’t you understand that I love you?”

“Because I’m not a lovable person. I’m not meant to have love.”

I serve no purpose in this world.

“Yet here I am, loving you. I’ve loved you for ten years! Even after you were killed, I desired only you. You ,”—she points her finger at my chest— “own my heart. I don’t want anyone else, but you and I can’t even have you because you’re dead. I don’t know how you’re here right now–I might be fucking hallucinating, but you’re dead!”

Her breaths are shallow and tears stream down her face. How can someone look so beautiful while in pain?

Y/N is right. I am dead. If I can take a guess, I was summoned to wreak havoc. But rather than doing that, I came to see her one last time. I should’ve killed myself after I came across my kid.

Coming here was a mistake.

She makes me feel like… a human. These emotions brewing inside of me creates an attachment to a world I have no reason being in. Y/N is my attachment. No matter how many times I try to see myself as less than a human, her love will always give me hope to a reality I didn’t think was possible.

Coming here wasn’t a mistake. Walking out her door ten years ago was.

I didn’t mean to hurt her. Not like this.

“I have to go,” I say, abruptly, leaving her bed to head toward the balcony. I knew I wouldn’t be here for long, so after we had sex, my clothes were back on.

I just wanted to spend a bit more time with her.

“What-where are you going?” She gets out of bed, bare body on display, to follow me. “Toji, where are you going?”

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“What? Why?” she asks, sounding frantic. “Fuck, where’s my shirt? Where’s my fucking shirt?”

By now, I’m at the edge of the balcony, ready to leave. I look back at Y/N to see her put on clothes to follow me. I look back to see the woman I love and the life I could’ve had.

Growing old and being with someone forever sounds like hell. But with Y/N? It would’ve been more than worth it. She even had optimism to believe I can make amends with my kid.

I don’t want to leave her. Not again.

Before I leave, I go to her one last time and place a soft kiss on her forehead, halting her from her movements. Y/N is breathless, but still manages to take my fucking breath away.

God, I’m going to fucking miss her.

“Toji, please don’t leave me. Not yet. Just a little longer, baby.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” she asks, accusingly.

Both .

“Looks like I was able to keep my promise.” I try to leave, but she grabs my hand.

“Toji! No, please. Please, don’t leave me. We can figure something out. Just stay. I can’t do this alone.”

It’ll be hard, but you can. Someone will be good enough to love you properly.

“Why did you come back? Why did you tell me you love me just to leave? Just to say you kept the fucking promise?”

“I said I would come back to you and say it. That’s what I did,” I argued.

“So stay now! Stay with me! I don’t give a shit about your nihilistic attitude. Do this for me. For once, don’t be selfish.”

“I c-”

“You know what? I hate you. I hate you so much, Toji. You just keep hurting me over and over again, and I never learn. Why can’t you just do this for me?” She falls to her knees and begins sobbing uncontrollably. “ Please… just for me.”

I wish you can understand how badly I fucking love you.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

If I stayed any longer, I knew it would be harder for me to leave. I jumped over the balcony and left Y/N crying in her apartment. She screams, cries, curses at me any and every emotion that comes to that pretty mind of hers, causing my empty heart to feel the same way it did on the day I was killed.

Broken .

I thought maybe after my wife died long ago, I would reaffirm my identity by fighting that Gojo brat. To go against the Zen’in Clan and prove to them I’m not a fuck up. That they should fear someone like me who lacks cursed energy.

I thought love made me weak.

I allowed my pride to get the best of me.

Now, having love taken away from me for the second time, makes me regret warping to my usual self. I kept fucking saying I held no purpose in the sorcerer world, but I continued fighting in it. Just to stroke my ego.

I had a chance to feel like a human again and fucked it up by leaving Y/N that day. I don’t know how many times I have to tell her that I’m sorry, but I am.

I’m so sorry, sweets.

Another selfish thing for me to ask is to forgive me. So maybe if we found each other in another life, I could love you properly.

That’s the only thing I’ll beg for while I’m atoning my sins in the afterlife.

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abiiors · 1 year

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Iris, I am begging for anything to do with soft Alex Turner- I need more Alex content 😭

This is very much based on ‘If You Were There, Beware’

Also, I started another fuffy fic and then that turned into something very smutty. But you’ve been very sweet to me so I’m posting both of these for you ❤️

Enjoyyy :)

Breaking News

‘Alex, Alex!’ a voice shouts from behind you and you realise it’s gotten closer than before.

Instinctively you press closer to his side, hope that you can get indoors soon but there’s still some ways to go.

‘Don’t pay attention to them, love,’ he murmurs quietly.

But you can tell he’s also getting a bit agitated by their presence. They’re vultures really, ready to swoop down on any piece of trivial “news” they can get their hands on.

Breaking News! Man goes out for a coffee with his girlfriend! More at 8.

The thought makes you want to roll your eyes till you see stars but not here, not while their cameras are hungry for every reaction.

‘Is she your girlfriend?’ he yells loudly and that one almost makes you groan because he has to be the only person who doesn’t know at this point.

‘Hey!’ he yells and with horror, you realise that this time it’s directed at you.

Subconsciously, both of you pick up your pace. Your eyes desperately scan the buildings to find the cafe you've been looking for but before you manage to leave out of his territory fully, you feel fingers wrapping around your wrist.

It’s the wrist that’s farther away from Alex so he doesn’t notice instantly. Before you have any chance to react, you feel a sharp tug, you feel yourself stumble a bit and then hiss softly in pain.

‘Sod off, mate!’ he glares at the man and you can only wish that looks could, indeed, kill.

He’s not one to raise his voice normally or even entertain them but he can’t help himself when he feels you flinch. You cradle your wrist to your chest, rub it a bit to ease the pain and his eyes widen when he realises what actually happened.

‘What the fuck is your problem?’ Alex asks loudly and you feel a strong sense of doom.

The leach has decided to not give up. In fact, he’s very much loving this reaction. He shoves the camera in your boyfriend’s face, asks more pointless questions.

‘Alex, let’s go,’ you whisper hurriedly. You don’t want this to turn into a confrontation. You can still save this day if you intervened now.

You grab his hand and give it a strong tug, then you pull him into the first building you see.

Luck has apparently decided to smile down on you because it just so happens to be the cafe you have been searching for.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks as soon as you take a seat far away from the window and you notice how upset he looks.

‘I’m fine,’ you try, ‘I am, I swear.’

He still looks like he doesn’t believe you and then he holds out his hand.

‘Show me your wrist.’

You assure him that the pain is gone by now, it was very minor in the first place. But the redness that lingers behind makes the frown on his face deepen. Almost as a reflex, he brings it up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. Then another on your wrist and rubs his thumb on it softly until the redness dissipates.

‘I’m sorry your day had to start like that,’ he apologizes sincerely and your heart cracks at the sight.

‘It’s not your fault,’ you reassure him.

‘Still, I’m sorry—’

‘Stop apologising,’ you interrupt then watch as he mumbles a small hmm.

‘Baby, I’m used to it…’ you sigh.

‘Yea but you shouldn’t be!’ he argues. And you know he’s right but that’s the reality of the situation.

‘Come on,’ you poke his arm that rests on the table, ‘come on, I wanna have a nice day.’

He shakes his head and looks down at his lap to compose himself. Next time when he looks at you, he lets a tiny smile slip.

‘Go on then,’ he prompts, ‘tell me what you wanna do.’

You feel yourself get some of the lost excitement back at his tiny smile.

‘I’ll rattle off my list in a minute,’ you grin widely at him, 'but first I wanna share a hot chocolate with you!’

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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a/n: I know this is short but I actually have a Capitano wip with a similar theme to this sooooo *vaguely gestures* this is also fluffy :3

>Yan! Capitano x Fem! Reader

Prompt: B - Bluebell (humility, gratitude) "I'll be your humble servant, if only you'd let me."

Word count: ~0.5k

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“Your behaviour is akin to that of a spoiled child. I have no reason to try and make peace with you when you’re acting irrational.”

“The only irrational one here is yourself!”

“My dear,” he crosses his arms, coat menacingly draping off the chair and onto the floor, “I suppose you need to call it a night early today. I’ll be more than happy to entertain you tomorrow.”

“...”

“Is something the matter?”

“I just told you how lonely I am, yet you indirectly tell me to go away.” You subconsciously clutch your nightgown, clearly hurt at his reaction. “But I suppose that if I’m not wanted by the very man who forced a marriage with me, I’ll leave. Good night, Capitano.”

Before he can conjure up a response, you turn on your heel and run out the door. Despite how much your nonsense conclusions jab at his somehow beating heart, he can’t help but feel thankful. It reminds him of what he is and what the two of you have. He may not share a bed with you yet, but he does share your life whether you like it or not.

So when he heads to the room he usually sleeps in, he doesn’t regret it one bit when he ends up standing in front of the door to your room. Capitano does not feel an ounce of guilt when he slips into bed next to you, not even when you wake up scared at someone being with you under the covers. You’re immediately reassured that it’s him, voice being the only way to recognise him in the darkness of the night.

When you sink back under the covers, you can’t help but sigh. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to spend the night with you.”

“Why?”

“Do I need to have a reason…?”

“Yes, because all that you do is backed up by ‘logic’, so you must have a reason for acting like this out of the blue.”

If words could hurt him, he’d be in a lot of pain right now. “Needing an excuse to be in bed with my wife is pitiful.” A large arm reaches and grabs you to pull you closer to him. “I merely missed your warmth.”

“Is that so?” You relax under his touch, the additional warmth welcoming you into him. Somehow, you aren’t surprised when you turn around and embrace him.

Capitano awkwardly clears his throat, not knowing how to position his hands so he settles his palms on your back. His thumbs gingerly brush the fabric of your nightgown, liking the way the silk easily slips on your skin. “I may act harsh with you, my dove, but I am very fond of you. Please… do not think that I despise you.”

For some reason, the admittal of his affection is worse in comparison to his hatred. “Alright.”

“You don’t despise me, do you?”

“I don’t think so.”

You feel his chest rumble when he clears his throat again. “I shall be your loyal knight, the only one you can place your faith in. I’ll be your humble servant, if only you’d let me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You may.”

Maybe the prospect of someone strong like Capitano being your protector might not be too bad.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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hold my hand for a little bit?

plum, chapter five

a/n: so, Joel's horse in the second game doesn’t really have a name (none that I could find), so I just gave him one myself.

warnings: Joel Miller x reader, MILD SPOILERS for the last of us (both games and the hbo series), heavy angst, ptsd, slow burn, age gap (20 years), timeline wise this is set in between the first and second game (so when they live in Jackson), crying, horses

word count: 681

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Shaky breaths flowed in and out past your lips as you pressed your forehead against the majestic animal in front of you.

“It's okay, it’s okay,” you sniffled quietly, attempting to ground yourself as you stroked your palm over the horse’s dark coat, “I’m home, I’m safe, I-I’m okay…”

Hearing footsteps suddenly approach the dark stall you were standing in, a rough voice broke the silence of the early morning hours, “hey Viking,” the horse by you puffed at the man in acknowledgement, “you ready to go?” finally catching sight of you, he full-on stopped in his steps, “oh, hi.”

“Hi Joel,” you wiped the runny snort from your nose and the flowing tears from your cheeks, then attempted a forced smile, “you gonna head out on patrol?”

“I, um,” his brows furrowed in concern, “yeah.”

“You’ve been taking a lot of shifts lately. Don’t you usually wait till the sun comes up to leave?”

“Sometimes,” he purposely kept his replies short, then surprised you by asking softly, “you know Viking?” reaching up to pet the horse's broad cheek himself.

“Yeah, we know each other pretty well me and him,” your faked smile grew a little more genuine, “we used to go out on patrol all the time back in the day.”

“Really? You, um, you want him back?”

“Nah, I can see he really likes you. You two make a pretty good team. Anyhow,” you glanced down at the hay-covered floor, “I don’t think I’d be that much fun for him to hang out with since I’m not so sure I'm quite ready to go out yet… think it’s at least smart to wait till I start sleeping through the night again,” you tried to jest, though gained no reaction from Joel.

Lightly chewing on his inner cheek, he stared down at you with such empathetic that you feared your tears might pick up again, “that why you came out here? Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “I don’t really sleep anymore… and if I do, then I-… I am right back there… wake up screaming or crying… and I can’t talk to Tommy about all of this,” you shut your eyes a moment, “he knows me too well and I just can’t bear to see that look on his face,” locking in on Joel’s dark eyes, you uttered, “like I’m breaking his heart beyond repair.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Joel averted his gaze and tried, “is there anything I can do? You can have as much time with Viking as you’d like, if that helps.”

Letting out a choked chuckle at his offhand offer, you then bit down on your bottom lip, “could you-… um…” you scrunched up your face and wrestled with the internal debate of if you should actually ask him, “it’s gonna sound silly, but could you maybe just hold my hand for a little bit?”

Sucking in an inhale that he never quite seemed to let out again, he glanced down at your right hand and nodded lightly, “sure,” then held his own out, palm up, for you to grasp.

For the first second, you noticed yourself stiffen up, then you abruptly felt your body let go in a way that it hadn’t quite done till now. Nearly instantaneously squeezing your eyes shut, you just tried to breathe through it, or fuck it, just actually breathe at all.

He was just holding your hand. How could such a tiny thing do so much?

Joel didn’t say a word, not even let out a sound, he just stood there, holding your hand as you full-on broke down beside him.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you wept, the reaction not seeming to surprise him half as much as it did you.

Running his thumb softly over your knuckles, he uttered simply, “it’s okay,” and you noticed how hard your body was shaking under his light grasp.

“Y-you were on your way out and I’m keeping you, it’s-, I’m sorry…”

“I’m not in any hurry, plum. I’ll head out whenever you’re ready. You just say the word and I’ll go.”

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thedestructionofgrace · 1 year

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SPOILERS!! Gosh, the new episode of the last of us was amazing (as expected). To get a little background on Henry and Sam just made their deaths even more devastating, we already knew Henry would do anything for Sam but now we get to see how far he really went for his little brother (killing a well loved/known person for medicine).

The fact that they incorporated keivonns deafness too, was great to see (I am deaf too, I can’t sign but I wish I could and think it’s a real beautiful language) Sign language is really useful especially in situations where you can’t be loud or give away your location. It’s awesome to see hard of hearing/deafness portrayed in the show and I wasn’t expecting it or aware, maybe they did that on purpose, they didn’t make a big announcement about having a deaf character for clout, their just happens to be someone who’s deaf and that’s it. I love it.

Oh man, I love apocalypse shows. They always reveal people’s true nature. What’s interesting to me is that for 20 years Kathleen’s people were under the thumb of FEDRA, they fought (endured?) and survived them and took the city for themselves. In another situation we know the audience would support the people and be happy to see them get justice but instead of being good guys the writers kinda flipped it on us by giving us Kathleen and her right hand man (Perry), who we automatically hate because of their want to kill the two brothers. To me it’s thought provoking, if we’d started off with Kathleen and her brother there’s a chance we’d hate Henry for killing him and we’d be on her side instead of Henry and sams. It’s kind of like the situation with Abby, we hated her automatically for killing Joel but we actually got to see her side of the story and now I love her character and understand why she did what she did, it’s guess it’s not an official parallel between the storylines but that is how I see it.

I’m not sure if changing sams age (from early teenager like Ellie to child) was on purpose or not but I thought it was really good, you don’t get to see any really young kids beside Ellie, Riley, Sarah and Abby (but they were in their teens when we see them in flashbacks). To see it from a child’s perspective was heartbreaking especially since we knew what was coming to him, Sam and Ellie’s relationship could not have been portrayed any better in my opinion. Sam showed Ellie he was bitten and they first thing she does was try to save him 🥺 and she stays up and comforts him throughout the last night of his life while his big brother is in the next room none the wiser. Like that shit had my eyes teary and blurry. While i knew that they were going to die the writers still managed to find a way to still make their deaths shocking and rip out my heart (again), so they deserve high praise for that.

You can really see on bellas face how good of an actor she really is, that look she had after Henry shot himself was just 😫. This is definitely one of those key moments in Ellie’s life that lets her know how fucked life can be and again Bella just knocked it out of the park with her reactions. With Joel he’s had 20 years of this kind of stuff but obviously with Ellie it’s different, we have to go through all these firsts alongside her. Ellie’s “I’m sorry” was just gut punching and now we can see that those close ups of joel which we’ve been seeing in the trailers for the last few months was his reaction to reading that and looking down on their graves. I can’t believe the whole time that’s what he was looking at 😢

Honourable mentions:

That little clicker girl!!! She was so freaky!!!

Ellie being cocky knowing that Joel will change his mind later and let Henry and Sam come with them to Wyoming

Sam and Ellie’s love of savage starlight and them signing “endure and survive” 🥹🥹

despite not verbally speaking, Sam and Ellie still have the ability to communicate with each other

They cast Henry and Sam perfectly

Bloater!!!!

Joel’s determination to keep infected away from Ellie while he was sniping was making me sweat

Ellie being badass and saving Henry and Sam, also Henry saving Ellie in the smoke 🔥

DANNY AND ISH!!!!😫

Henry’s look on his face when he hears his little brother laugh 😭

“He’s not my dad” “I’m not her dad”

I thinks sams superhero mask deserves a shoutout too

it’s also cool how they made Henry and Sam actively seek out Joel and Ellie compared to how they meet in the game

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the-midnight-sugar1 · 1 year

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Moon x Y/N

Summary: you’ve been tired about life and moon tries to comfort you

Reader: gender neutral

Warnings: mentions of the glitch but nothing bad happens, this is meant to be fluff!

I had been sluggish all night with my work. It probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with Moon following me. He took notice and was repeatedly suggesting I ‘Take a nap’ or ‘Have a rest’, I would brush him off each time. I knew it was making him more annoyed as the night went on, but I was too tired to really do anything about it. Not physically tired, just emotionally, and mentally. I don’t think sleep will fix that so easily. The problems will still be there when I wake up.

I debate with myself if I should tell him. Maybe he’ll have a better solution, or maybe the glitch will freak out hearing me use the T word. I figure it might be worth a shot if I’m careful. I decide to wait until I’m safe in some light to bring it up to him.

It takes a bit, but I finally find myself in a room and turn the light on before Moon can follow me in. He looks at me annoyed as he sits just outside the light reach. Just outside my reach. I take a deep breath and give him a tired smile.

“I am not drained physically. I actually slept just before coming here. So I’m all rested.” I say with a half-hearted thumbs up. I’m careful with my wording, but there are only so many ways I can describe what I’m feeling. Moon's head tilts to the side a little. He’s listening.

“I am, however, exhausted *emotionally*.” I pause to see his reaction. Will the glitch freak out? Will he try to find a way in? It doesn’t look like it. Instead, the pupils just disappear from his eyes, causing him to blend into the darkness more.

I decide to press on, “Things have been pretty stressful lately. I’m overwhelmed with everything I have to do and everything that has happened. It’s a lot to process.” I’m not even hiding how tired I sound at this point. Moon hasn’t moved though, hopefully, a good sign.

“I wanted to be honest with you. I can’t hide these things from you forever. Figured I should explain my attitude tonight before any assumptions got us in trouble. After all, a nap can’t fix everything.” This might have been a bad call, but he seems to be handling the information well. I see him take a step forward. He’s still in the shadow, but closer to the light than I thought he would ever get.

“What do you want then?” He asks quietly. I look at him, a little surprised and a little relieved at the question. I sigh a little in response. I think I want a hug, but I’m not sure if he’s in the right headspace for that. I can always ask Sun later.

As I think my options through I see a hand slowly extend towards me into the light. It’s not the desperate hand of something looking to hurt others. It’s the gentle hand of a naptime attendant who wants to soothe a sad kid. More so, it’s the reassuring hand of my friend who wants to comfort me. I look up at him to see red and white eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask hesitantly. He nods quietly.

I reach my hand out and he patiently waits for mine to join his on the verge between light and shadow. The silicone on his hand makes them soft and a room temperature. He gives my hand a little squeeze. “It will be okay, we will make sure of it.” He says reassuringly. I give him an appreciative smile and squeeze his hand back. “Thanks, I think I really needed this.”

I don’t even realize my misty eyes until the ache sets in. I turn away a little to rub them dry, but I’m careful not to let go of Moon. Oddly enough, he is what’s grounding me right now.

I feel a gentle hand on my head patting me soothingly. “It’s okay, you can cry. We will stay as long as it takes for you to feel better.” I’m not sure if it’s the reassurance or the permission to lose it for a moment, but before I know it, I’m sobbing. It’s a frustrated sob that stings my throat and drenches my face as I cry into the hand of my friend. I curl into his hand a bit as I take it with both of mine like it’s a lifeline in a storm. Like it’s the salvation I’ve been waiting for. Like it’s the home I’ve been trying to return to.

He moves the hand on my head slowly to cup my cheek. He doesn’t try to raise my head or force me to look anywhere. Instead, he just rubs his thumb across my cheek as I continue to cry into the night.

Eventually, I take some deep breaths as I continue holding his other hand against my face. He keeps rubbing my cheek all the same. I almost hide behind his hand, not ready to face the next moment. I hesitate to look up at him, I probably look like a mess.

“It will be alright, we will figure this out together.” He says in a quiet and gentle voice. I lean into his hand more and squeeze it tightly. He squeezes back gently.

I finally look up at him hesitantly. Moon looks at me with concerned and gentle eyes. “Promise?” I dare to ask, needing reassurance that I won’t be alone in figuring this out.

Moon leans in a little with a kind smile, holding my cheeks with both his hands as he wipes the tears away, “We promise, starlight.”

#fnaf moon #moondrop #moon x reader #sundrop #fnaf sundrop #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fluff #moondrop fluff #fnaf moon fluff #I’ll do one for Sun someday I swear #gender neutral insert #comfort

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The Thief of your Heart - A Chibs Telford/Abi Maguire (OC) Story.

So, because I am SO EXCITED to share, and also because my lovely @vulgar-display-of-escapism is likely to hunt me down and smack me over the head with a large book until I relent, here is the first chapter of my new story, y’all! It isn’t exactly canon as you’ll see, but somewhat follows S3 of SOA. Also, I’ve embelished actual history a little, where the troubles in Northern Ireland are concerned.

The title comes from the song, You Made me the thief of your Heart, by Sinead O’Connor, which I reccomend you listen to, as it’s THEIR song. It fits them perfectly. Notes as well, you’ll see on the story banner two separate photo’s for the lead characters, The top pics are how they appear in the past, the flashbacks we will go into to see how they once were, and the bottom pics are them present day in the story.

And now, to sit here and chew my nails off in anticipation over whether you guys think it’s any good or not!

Tag list - In the comments, please reply below to be added/removed

Words - 4,347

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was tense. A father broken from the snatching of his infant son, and a band of brothers determined to do whatever it took to locate the child again.

“Nah, I don’t trust anything that comes from Jimmy.”

Clay’s eyebrows twitched, rolling his cigar between his thumb and forefinger. “Right now, Chibs, that’s all we have.” He then contemplated his next words carefully, his small, blue eyes studying him from across the table, glittering through the plume of pungent smoke. “Unless you reach out to her.”

His reaction was immediate, visceral, agitated. Exactly as he presumed it would be.

“No, no fucking way.”

“If she knows whether Jimmy is lying about Abel not being in Belfast, she’ll tell you,” Clay reasoned quietly, those in the know over the woman whom he referred to all watching Chibs closely, those in the dark looking like they were missing the vital pieces in the jigsaw puzzle that was Clay’s request.

Chibs took a deep breath, his hands beginning to tingle, a feeling not unlike being hit by the harsh cold of a winter morning back in his homeland spreading through his chest. “I have’nae spoken to her for just shy of fifteen years, you know that. I don’t even have a contact for her, lest know where she is. Running guns through Africa is the last I heard, Jimmy keeping her out of the way.”

Clay raised his eyebrows, sniffing. “It was just a thought.”

“Wait, who is...” Jax began, turning to Chibs, looking between him and Clay.

“Ahh, fuck!” He was out of his chair and through the doors, Jax making a start to go after him.

“Leave him, son,” Clay advised, gesturing back to the seat he’d just risen from.

“Does somebody wanna fill me the fuck in on what I’m missing here? What this mystery woman might know about where my son is?” he asked, looking between his stepfather, Tig, Bobby and Piney, the four men who wore it upon their faces, the knowing looks of men who were under no illusion as to why their brother had torn a speedy escape out of the room.

“Yeah, who is this woman, and why did he, well...” Juice questioned, gesticulating at the open door.

Clay took a long pull on his cigar, leaning back in his chair. “The woman is Abigail Maguire, daughter of Michael Maguire, may he rest,” he began. Of course, the name Michael Maguire wasn’t lost on anyone at the table. He was a legend, one-time leader, succeeded by a tenure as one of the kings of the IRA until his passing from liver cancer fifteen years previously. “She’s the reason why Chibs was kicked out of Ireland. He had an affair with her, back when he was thirty-one, and she seventeen.”

“Damn,” Juice exclaimed quietly, his eyes widening a touch.

“Hey man, don’t judge him. We’ve all been there,” Tig contributed with a pointed finger, Opie snorting.

“Speak for yourself and your desire for underage pussy.”

“She wasn’t underage,” Clay quickly interjected, not willing for anyone to be misinformed at Chibs' expense. “Age of consent in Northern Ireland is seventeen, so he wasn’t in Tig territory.”

“Hey, fuck you man. She told me she was eighteen,” the man himself spoke, a rumble of laughter going around the table.

“But obviously, ole’ Mickey Maguire didn’t see if that way, to learn one of his own had been piledriving his little girl on the regular, no matter that Abi wasn’t exactly a particularly normal teenage kid,” Clay then added.

“You can say that again,” Piney gruffed from the other end of the table. “The way Mickey raised his girls; I was always convinced it was to punish them for not being the boys he wanted. The fact that they thrived on the lifestyle he threw them into like a pair of goddamned javelins was likely a plus in his eyes.”

Clay then embellished further. “Michael had two daughters, Monica and Abigail, both of whom he raised as if they were sons. They were shooting guns at nine and able to build bombs at twelve, neither really had much of a regular childhood, being raised as soldiers for the cause. By the time they’d finished school, that’s exactly what they were, full time foot soldiers for the army. Lookouts, snipers, bomb builders, you name it, they did it. And they did it well, believe me. My ole’ lady claims there are only three women in this world who scare her. Abi is one of them.”

“And her sister?” Jax broached.

“Dead. Shot by the British military, the perpetrator of her demise picked off by Abi from a nearby rooftop during a riot. Shot him in the throat and took great pleasure in watching him choke to death on his own blood. Anyway, that’s how she met Chibs. By that point, he was patched into SAMBEL, but still pulled his weight for the cause.

“That was, until Michael found out about him and Abi, his last dying wish to punish him so greatly for it, he’d wish he was dead, those wishes handed to him via Jimmy O. Banished from Ireland, with scars to remind him of what he’d done whenever he looked in the mirror. Michael’s vengeance was cold, even from beyond the grave. He could have easily killed him, but he did worse. He made it so he lost his family, his club, his army and Abi, all in one fell swoop. He came over here, patched into SAMCRO, and never spoke of it. That explains why you three didn’t know.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jax exclaimed, rubbing his chin, shaking his head.

“We only know because McGee clued us in prior to his arrival,” Bobby offered.

“And he told me once, when he was out of his head on scotch,” Tig then spoke.

“Hold on, I thought members of the army couldn’t be ex-communicated for personal reasons?” Opie then questioned, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

“A rule that’s kinda made moot if you spend just over a year bangin’ on one of the king’s daughters, son,” his father confirmed, Jax then standing as he lit a cigarette, heading out in the same direction Chibs had torn a path in. He found him outside, sitting on one of the tables in the dark, a bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand, swigging the contents.

“I assume Clay filled you in,” he spoke, taking the cigarette he was offered with thanks.

“He did,” Jax confirmed, climbing onto the table to sit next to him. “After what I just heard, I understand your reluctance, but brother, anything you could do to help me find Abel, and I gotta ask you to take that shot.”

Chibs sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “Jimmy won’t have said anything to her, I can bet on that. Because of the circumstances, as I said, the last I heard she was back and forth between Ireland and Libya mainly, Cameroon and Nigeria also, arms dealing to the LIFG and Boko Haram. She’s out there specifically to be kept out of Fiona’s way. As you can imagine, there’s a whole lotta bad blood there. Jimmy only keeps her around because she’s a vital asset. The Libyan lads will only deal with a Maguire, out of respect for Michael, so yeah, last I heard, she was gun running,” he explained. “If it means we get a solid lead on the wee bairn, though, I’ll try. I’ll reach out to one of the lads in Belfast, see if I can get her number.”

Jax was impressed at her mettle. “Dealing with Africa, huh?”

Chibs laughed a small burst through his nose. “Aye. Suits her down to the ground. That lass is hard as fuckin’ nails. They won’t have known what hit ‘em when they first met her. I sure as fuck didn’t.”

He was intrigued. “Tell me?”

Chibs took another glug of scotch, closing his eyes, seeing her there. He’d never not. She was burned into him, like a branding. “Tell you what, Jackie boy? How I broke myself apart for that girl, shattered my life, ruined my marriage and lost everything because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants when some hot little piece of Irish gash gave me the come on?”

He smirked a little, taking a drag on his cigarette. “It’s as good a place to start as any.”

Chibs laughed, albeit a quiet, dead laugh of no sparkle or joy. A dark laugh of remembrance. “I did resist her at first. That girl, though. She was a fucking spitfire, likely still is. Her flirting had all the fuckin’ subtlety of smacking a concrete post with a lump hammer. I told her over and over that I was married, and because of that, I wouldn’t fuck her.

“That was all until one afternoon, after she’d thrown a fucking grenade at a paddy wagon and scarpered on foot. She was meant to be a lookout on an arms deal, and fair enough, the lassie made damned sure her actions meant most of the coppers could’nae follow the club, but I had to make sure she was alright, so I ran after her. It would have been on all of our heads if Mickey Maguire’s little girl had come to a sticky end. So, we outran ‘em, ended up ducking into this old, abandoned church to lay low, the place still rubble after it had been bombed out a few years previously...”

Belfast, 1994.

“Where in god’s name did you get that grenade from?” Chibs panted, sitting behind a pew in the ruins of the old altar of Our Lady of Lima, Abi at his side, pulling her cigarettes from the oversized camouflage jacket she wore.

Lighting up after throwing one onto his lap, she winked, licking her lip. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed, staring at her with incredulity. “Well, that is why I was asking you, hen.”

“Me da’s cache, if you must know. Don’t worry, I didn’t rob it from McGee.”

“I should think taking it from your da is a shite side worse if he finds out. Guns only. No heavy fuckin’ artillery.” Her grin did nothing but grow wider, pleased with herself, Chibs snorting. “What the fuck am I gonna do with ye, girl?”

“Pin me down and fuck me?” He should have seen that one coming.

“Abi.” His tone was warning, but he couldn’t hide the small, smug uptilt of his mouth. She could lust after anyone she wanted, looking the way that she did, but no. Abi Maguire solely coveted him. Sexy, long, light blonde hair, blue eyes perpetually made even sultrier by a liberal smudge of black kohl, great tits, beautiful legs, a body that thoroughly begged to be touched. And she wanted him.

She learned around, until she was imposing his direct line of vision. “You want to, though.”

“Never said I didn’t, pet. I said I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair and down his face. “You’re Mickey’s daughter.”

“I’m not about to tell him.”

“I’m married.”

She snorted softly. “You’re an outlaw! Since when have you guys been particularly known for your fidelity?”

“You’re seventeen, for Christ’s sakes!”

“Eighteen in two weeks. Besides, seventeen is legal, you wouldn’t get into trouble.”

He groaned slightly, closing his eyes. “Morally, it isn’t right. I’m fourteen years older than you.”

“I know, that’s why I want you so badly,” she began, taking another drag on her cigarette, stretching her legs out. Those legs, Christ. He dreamed of those beautiful, long legs, dreamed of them wrapping around him as he railed her until she screamed. “I’m fed up of boys who don’t have a clue what they’re doing. I need a man between my legs, and you know I want that man to be you.”

It was always the same, whenever they were alone. She was slowly eroding at him, like water perpetually dripping onto a rock, indenting its surface, wearing it down. Wearing him down. “You’re not going to let me keep suffering bad sex, are you, Filip? I bet you dick down like a goddamned champion, don’t you?”

The erosion... lord, was it wearing thin.

He looked her up and down, his heart beginning to race. “Aye. But you’re not finding that out first hand, young lady.”

She poked out her bottom lip, a tactic rarely used by Abi. She didn’t do cute. She did unabashed, unashamed she devil, and by the saints, did she do it well. “It can be my birthday present?”

Her suggestion had him laughing, drawing fiercely on his cigarette. “You know Fi would scratch your eyes out, if she even so much as caught a whiff of how brazen you are with me, don’t you?”

Her face was deriding at such a prospect. “Your wife doesn’t frighten me, big guy.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes widening a fraction. “She should.”

She scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “But you know I’m not easily scared.”

True, she most definitely was not. She was Mickey Maguire’s daughter, after all. She was raised to be an immovable force, scared of nothing, answerable to no one. Except Michael himself. She was perhaps one of the most fearless people he’d ever met, and still at such a tender age. She had no qualms about walking into gunfire while wielding a rifle, hell, he’d witnessed her do it enough times. McGee often voiced that if she were a fella, he’d patch her in.

A somewhat uneasy silence followed, uneasy for Chibs, as he felt himself pressed down under the weight of her stare, taking out his hip flask and swigging a mouthful back, handing it to her when she gestured. Her father would punch his lights out just for that, giving his daughter alcohol. He reasoned though, that she was only two weeks away from being able of drink legally. “You know I’d be content just to have you once, don’t you? It wouldn’t have to be a regular thing.”

And still she continued. Good god, she’d be the death of him.

“It isn’t even gonna be a onetime thing, Abi, because I’ve told you no enough times now.” His words were all refusal, but the way he looked at her, oh. She knew what want looked like. It was right there in his dark eyes, every time they fell upon her.

“But you don’t mean it.” Moving, she grabbed the back of his long legs, lowering his bent knees enough to climb astride him, his slender thighs hot against her almost bare legs. Almost, bar the pair of fishnet tights she wore beneath her casual black dress. “Maybe when I know you mean it, I’ll quit asking.”

“Abi, stop.” The way she looked at him, god in heaven. No woman had ever looked at him like that in his life, her want rampant, unabashed, her need for him palpable. It was so strong he swore, he could even smell it, her desire for him as it bubbled in the air between them.

Her hands reached for his neck, the muscles cording beneath her fingertips, making lust twist strongly within him, a jolt he could barely contain. “You don’t mean it,” she breathed, leaning closer, her lips following her fingers, her hands at his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a war drum. “And you never have.” Another kiss touched to his stubbly throat, pressing herself against his crotch, her pulse flipping wildly when she felt his hands on her hips, his chest rising and falling faster.

Her beautiful pout curled into a sultry grin, Abi knowing that she had him, witnessing his resolve disassembling itself. Finally, she was going to receive what she wanted, what she had been steadily stirring for; a very aroused, very pent-up outlaw, let loose upon her.

To his credit, he attempted to hold onto it, the last remaining shards of his resolve. Like a cowboy in a futile struggle to tighten the lasso around the neck of an unruly bull and bring it under control, except it was too furious, what he felt inside, roaring, charging, kicking for release. It was at the point where if he didn’t simply let go of that rope, it would damage him, tear up his insides, gore at the soft spots within him where she’d weakened his well-built walls. So, he did what any man would do. He released the rope and let it charge.

It took her by surprise, to have his mouth suddenly fly at hers, kissing her in a way that made her cunt pulse instantly, his tongue fighting into her mouth, arms locking around her, her entire being buzzing with elation. Finally, she had Fillip Telford exactly where she wanted him; between her legs, kissing the life out of her. His hands led paths of scorching heat over her body, feeling her at last, relishing in the contact he’d craved, his touch reaching the apex of her thighs, two handfuls of fishnet material grasped, torn with a loud rip, her underwear decimated with matching hunger.

She gasped a shuddered breath into his mouth, bowled over by such prowess, manliness and intense craving, his fingers meeting her already dewy folds and stroking her, her hips shuddering immediately at the contact. “Is that what you wanted, you bad, bad girl?”

She cried out as two fingers pushed within her, arms winding around him tighter as he immediately sought spots inside her no boy of her past had ever been skilled enough to find. “Oh, god yes!” she wailed, kissing him again with burning lust, the want within her chaotic as she was assailed by fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. Little sobs welled in her throat as the press of his fingertips had glimmers skittering through her like little lightning bolts, his mouth breaking from hers, burying at the side of her neck, the rush of tingles consuming her, Abi feeling almost high on him.

He was that cold, then hot rush from a shot of whiskey, the moment of pain just before a burn if one held their finger to close to an open flame, the adrenaline that preceded the squeeze of a trigger. He was everything that shouldn’t have felt good, but did; and he eclipsed it all. Her slick muscles began to pulse around him, his fingers circling, the heel of his palm pressing to her clit, rocking back and forth, evoking a high-pitched cry the likes of which made his cock throb. She could feel it, hot and hard against her thigh, and boy, it felt big.

His mouth consumed hers once more, sucking her tongue, biting her lower lip, his free hand pawing at her dress, Abi shaking her jacket off and untangling her arms from the straps, his hand yanking the front down, gripping her neck and pushing her back, teeth biting down on her nipples in turn. Oh, he was savage. Exactly how she’d expected him to be, but it was with the kind of finesse that only came from a man with an abundance of experience. He knew what to do with a woman.

Her neurons buzzed, the synopses snapping wildly, tingles rushing through her as she began to purl against his hand, seeking greater friction, Chibs sensing it, driving his hand against her harder, adding speed, mouth sucking a purple welt at her neck, his heart going into overdrive as she began to gasp and uncontrollably. Her hands grasped at his dark hair as it came for her, like a billion lights firing into life beneath her skin, her cunt spasming, her clit oversensitive, the rush charging, her entire sex throbbing as she came for him, hard, rolling and unrelenting, much like him.

No one had ever made her cum before. Not even herself.

The aftermath was tingling, tight and throbbing, Abi knocked sideways. As if a man could make her feel like that, just with one hand. “So, that’s what an orgasm feels like, then,” she panted, resting her forehead to his, watching him grin with self-satisfaction at hearing such a revelation.

He kissed her, dirty and slow, removing his fingers from within her, shrugging himself out of his jacket and kutte. “Do you want another one?”

“Aye.” He kissed her again, laying her back upon the altar, her hands tugging his t shirt off as he undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock, and against any kind of sense, logic or reason, burying it within her. “Oh my fucking god, that’s big!” she gasped, laughing with utter delight.

“Aye.” His mimic had her laughing into the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his tattooed arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect. “God damnit, you are so fucking beautiful, and shit, if yours isn’t about the fuckin’ most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever been inside of.”

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him, fucking her right there in the ruins of a place where sinners had confessed their misdeeds, knowing at some point or another he’d feel guilt for his own, but not then, not in that moment, balls deep in the last girl he ever should have allowed himself to be. Her father would have him shot. His wife would vow to do it for him.

Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts became completely uncontained in all out frenzy. “Oh Jesus, fuck. Fuck me, Fil.” she purred. And he did. And it was brutal. It was everything she had ever fantasised it would be. He was everything she fantasised he would be. She drank him in, knowing he’d be resolute that this wouldn’t ever happen again, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing at her, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with a horny, gorgeous young woman.

It became so intense, Abi was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both of them hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven, filling her with thick ribbons of cum as his teeth clamped on her neck.

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe, until his chest suddenly stilled in rigidity, his eyes widening. “Tell me I haven’t possibly just knocked you up.”

“No, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” He rested his head to her shoulder, chest still heaving, waiting for it, the guilty feeling to smack him harder than a spiked bat. It didn’t. He just swam in post-frenzied tingles, not wanting to pull out of her, wishing it had lasted longer, but knowing himself, and knowing right there and then, it wouldn’t be the last time he was inside of her.

“So, once wasn’t enough then, obviously,” Jax commented, back in the present, Chibs’ mouth twisting at one side, his head cocking slightly.

“Aw, hell no.” They shared laughter there, Chibs sighing. “I banged that girl so fucking much, I’m surprised she could still bloody walk.” He passed the bottle to his friend, Jax taking it, swigging a mouthful before handing it back.

“I sense that’s not all, though.”

Oh, how right he was, and how it still burned through Chibs. It would never stop, never leave him be. He’d never find peace from it. “I loved her, Jackson. I fell so fuckin’ hard in love with Abi, I’m yet to feel that love fade. Doubt it ever will, truth be told.”

And there it was, what he lived with, what had haunted him like a ghost for the past fifteen years. The ghost of Abigail Maguire, his one true love. Of course, he had once thought that woman to be Fiona, the woman he was still married to, the one who flat out refused to divorce him out of pure spite so he could never marry Abi, should she ever be free to follow him to America.

He closed his eyes, seeing her there, back in her flat in Belfast, smiling at him as she stroked his face, leaning down to kiss him.

“I love you so much, CB.” CB, crazy baby, as he fondly called her. Because she was crazy, and she was his baby, and she’d never not be. He could be with a hundred women, and likely had been in the time between, and still never even feel one eighth the way he felt when he was with her. All the time and oceans that separated them would never change that, either.

Jax left him to it, returning to the clubhouse while Chibs pulled out his phone, calling the person he knew would likely have what he needed. “Seamus, how are ye, lad? Aye, not too bad. Listen, I’ve a wee favour to ask. Have you got a contact number for Abi? Right, text it to me, then. Thanks, brother.”

His heart almost somersaulted clean out of his chest when his phone beeped with the message five minutes later.

A/N - Please do you hard working author a solid by commenting and reblogging! I don’t have many Chibs fans in my followers, so helping me promote this would be bloody fantastic of you!

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reddowind · 2 years

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Yuno Valentine 2022 [PART 2]

Yuno Valentine 2022 [Part 2]

This is the continuation of Yuno Valentine 2021 which is considered as a Part 1 of this story.

Let's explore more of the Protagonist of this Valentine Special Episode's character, Yuno Ouma!

!!!WARNING!!!

I actually made this without a properly plot, so I hope I didn't messed up, hahaha.. Originally wanted to do this as a comic, Ive planned it months a go but. Real life stuffs are kicking my butt so badly so I decided to make this as a fanfic, finally it’s finished though it’s really late, and there’s gonna be some rip english too. And one thing, please remember that im more of an artist than a writer so hope you understand. That’s all.. Hope you like it!!

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Yuno who wanted to do something for the upcoming Valentine Day, ended up to made a chocolate for her crush because of her big brother, Kichi. To begin with, actually Yuno didn't have any thoughts about what to do in Valentine Day. But Kichi teased her too much and managed to encourage her to make one.

The chocolate is ready, perfect and even wrapped in a gift with a ribbon on the top of it. But now in the midnight. 12:30 AM where it's the bed time for average people, The girl with purple hair now in the middle of her usual "activity", overthinking. This girl can't go sleep when her mind are still on and "working".

Nervous, Panic, Cold-sweat.

Those 3 words described of how Yuno are feeling right now.

Yuno currently in chatting session with Koharu through their social media. They often doing this in night time, Yuno tell her about her current feelings

Yuno Ouma

Aahhh.. Koharu.. What should I do?? I'm feeling really nervous..!! Tomorrow's Valentine Day!

Koharu Saihara

….Really that nervous, huh? 😅

Yuno Ouma

Yeah!! Yeah!! Uugghhh..!!

Koharu Saihara

Okay, now just unleash all of your feelings to me. With voice chat if that's necessary for you 😊

Yuno Ouma

Okay!

Inhaling some air, and released it. Then Yuno push the voice chat feature button and hold it with her thumb as she screamed…

Yuno Ouma

AHHHH!! IM REALLY NERVOUS!! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO CRAZY!!

IM GONNA DIE!! MY HEART'S GONNA EXPLODE I CAN FEEL IT!!

AAAHH!! YOU KNOW A RUMOUR ABOUT ME AND KEIJI AT SCHOOL RIGHT?! WHEN I GIVE THE CHOCOLATE TO KEIJI MY CLASSMATES ARE GOING TO SCREAMING HAPPILY AS THEY SHIPPING US TOO MUCH!! THEY EVEN MISTAKEN THAT WE'RE DATING!! AND MOREOVER KEIJI, WHAT KIND OF HIS TOO INNOCENT REACTION WILL HE SAY?! AHHH I DONT KNOW ANYMORE!!!

Finally releasing her thumb from holding the VC feature, Yuno sends her message to Koharu. Only nodding a few times as she hearing to Yuno's nervousness while smiling. Back to the Ouma Household, cue on Himiko awoken because of her daughter's screaming with face "What's wrong with my daughter?" As she lifted her head towards to the ceiling, where Yuno's bedroom is right above hers.

Hah.. Hah…

Exhausted from screaming with loud voice. Yuno returned her attention to her phone. Waiting for Koharu's reply.

Koharu Saihara

So? Have you calmed down?

Yuno Ouma

…Yeah, much better.

Koharu Saihara

It's okay Yuno, you can do it. I admitted that Keiji is too innocent to know your feelings towards him. But I'm sure he will accept your handmade chocolate sincerely.

Yuno Ouma

That means.. I have to be confident, right?

Koharu Saihara

Yup, That's right! Don't worry too much ☺️

Yuno Ouma

…I see, thanks Koharu

Sorry for bothering you while checking on the case documents

Koharu Saihara

It's totally okay, glad to help you! 😊👍 If you want to talk with me about something, just let me know.

You can do it, Yuno! ✊

Reading her best friend's reply, Yuno relaxed her right hand. Letting it fell onto bed along with her phone, back to the "overthinking time". The Ouma girl lays her back, and leaning her head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, keep thinking about the meaning of Koharu's advice.

Be confident

"…Be confident, huh? Everytime I thinking about those words.. I can't help it but hate myself more.."

"Those words… Destroyed me.. made me the way I acted now.."

Because of you… Your mom's reputation are ruined!

HAH!!

Almost drowned on her thoughts, Yuno managed to get her consciousness. Both of her eyes were wide opened, sweating, and exhausted. Her breath isn't working properly.

"No.. Why would I'm thinking about that..? I only have to give Keiji my handmade chocolate..! It's okay.. just like Koharu said.. everything will be fine, right?"

[TIMESKIP - BREAK]

Still. Nervous.

That's how Yuno feeling right now. In the middle of commotion in her classroom, Yuno who just finished her lunch alone in her desk, still in the "phase" of nervous and overthinking.

"Why the hell I'm still nervous?! I felt like confided to Koharu ended up like nothing to calmed me down!!"

"Yo, Ouma! Silent as always like a missin' child, huh? What's on yer mind?!"

The class president greeted Yuno, her usual cheerful voice managed to snapped Yuno out of her mind.

"..Iinchou! Ah.. nothing.."

"Hm.. because of your close friend is absent today so you're really mute now, huh..? But still, why are you alone? Though there's Momota.. you two are really close, right?"

"Wha..Why are you talk about him?! You knew about our rumor right? That's why I keep my distance from him in school!" Yuno replied with her face being a bit red.

"HAHAHAH my bad, but you two are really cute! Y'know?" But the class president averted her gaze to Yuno's both hands hiding in the below of her desk. In other words, in her drawer.

"..Ouma, why.. are ya hiding yer hands like dat'?" Asked Iinchou with curious expression, pointed her finger to Yuno's hand. Surprised? Of course she is

"No--nothing.." replied Yuno, tried to averting her gaze to somewhere else.

Oho~? With Anya Forger's like smile, Iinchou getting more curious and decided to tease the blushing purple girl more

"Looks really suspicious, What'cha hidin' there~ miss?"

Bam.

Ah, it's started to getting annoying. Yuno thought with a slightly annoyed face and blushing more of course "I-i said it's nothing, right..?!" Yuno tried to keep her composure, deathly.

"Oh! Don't tell me ya… hidin' a chocolate?"

The class president checks the drawer on Yuno's desk, wanting to make sure her guess are correct.

Boom.

"Please kill me"

"WOAAAHH!! OUMA YOU'RE REALLY HIDING A CHOCOLATE THERE!! JUST FOR WHO?! DONT TELL ME IT'S FOR MOMOTA?!"

BOOM!

Iinchou's scream (really) successfully gathered the whole classmate attention to the two of them.

"…I have to die" She freezed. Oh no, Yuno exe. has stopped working. Please press restart to bring her consciousness back to how it used to be.

"CHOCOLATE?!! OMG I WANT IT!!"

"It's not for you, moron"

"THEN FOR WHO??"

"OFC ITS FOR HER BOYFRIEND!!"

"OH?? DO YOU MEAN TO MOMOTA??"

"OUR SHIP IS GETTING SAILS!!"

UWWWWWWOOOOOOHHH!!

The atmosphere in the class is getting hotter, hotter, and hotter. They screamed happily. Yeah, the whole class shipping Keiji x Yuno. Really hard. They shipping those two hardly, hence why Yuno have to keep her distance from Keiji whenever they're in school.

"Now.. Look what you've done…" Yuno said with really annoyed and blushed face

"I'm (not) sorry, hehe" replied Iinchou.

This hot atmosphere continued, until the sound of the classroom door opening. Revealing someone who just finished his lunch, a boy with purple hair and his usual innocent face. Appeared at the worst moment right now (For Yuno it is), along with his close friends.

"Hm? Yuno..?"

"Why did you have to show up at the worst moment?!" Yuno's inner screaming really loud, her face is getting redder now.

"Yuno!" Feeling worried, Keiji approaching Yuno's desk immediately and grabbing her shoulders with his hands

"Ke--Keiji..!!" And the atmosphere it's getting even more hotter, The climax is coming, guys!! They thought.

"Are you okay?!! Your face are red like tomato, y'know?! Don't tell me you're sick!!" Keiji said with worried expression.

…… What?

The whole class sweatdropped, totally confused with Keiji's response. Of course Yuno is the same, she confused as well. Started to getting more and more annoyed.

Is he.. Really that insensitive?

They thought. Yes, Keiji Momota is really insensitive at the certain things, for example he totally didn't know that someone has a crush on him because.. Keiji is really innocent for his age.

"Hu..Huh…"

"..Yuno?"

"AAAHH I DONT KNOW ANYMORE, STUPID KEIJI!!" Yuno who became really annoyed leaving her handmade chocolate in her drawer, ran away from the classroom "Oi, Yuno?!" Respond Keiji, really confused of her behavior.

Oh, is he going to chase her?

"The next Lesson are gonna be started in 15 minutes!!"

That's not the problem moron!!

The whole class has the same thought right now, of how innocent Keiji is "I never thought that he's really this stupid, huh…" Iinchou thought, sweatdropped at Keiji response "…Iinchou" Keiji turned his head towards her "Don't you think Yuno is sick as well? Her face are really red earlier" Keiji resuming his words, too innocently.

"…Are ya really that Demon Player and Shinigami's little brother? Yer personality is really opposite with yer nickname.."

"Eh?"

TIMESKIP - 14:30

Keiji currently is worried, and confused at the same time to Yuno's behavior towards him. When he tried to greet her, She ignored him. When he tried to ask her if she's really sick or not. Yuno's response was same, she ignored him and fled.

Now Keiji is in the corridor, searching for Yuno. The sunshine boi who has already changed his uniform to a sports uniform and continuing his volleyball club activities. Still wearing his uniform, decided to find Yuno's first. Keiji even got reprimanded by his close friend who was in the same club with him. But Keiji said "just go ahead, I'll join you later. I have business that I need to finish first"

"Ah man.. just where did she go?" He said in his heart, as he scratched his scalp. Where could have Yuno gone to? He wonder.

Ting!

Keiji immediately took out his phone from his trouser pocket and checked the notification

"Ah, it's reply from Koharu. Finally" then he opened his social media.

Keiji Momota

Hey Koharu.. what should I do? Yuno totally ignored me..

Did I do something wrong to her?

Koharu Saihara

Actually yes, Keiji. You did 😅

Yuno got mad because you misunderstood about her

Keiji Momota

Huh? You mean, her red face? I thought she's sick that's why I said so..

Koharu Saihara

That's why she got mad, Keiji

Keiji Momota

Huh?

Koharu Saihara

You misunderstood about her red face, that's doesn't always meant that someone is sick

For example, you need something sharp for cutting carrot. So you asked Mako for bring you a sharp tool, but she brought you a sword instead, wouldn't you be mad?

Keiji Momota

Oh, of course I am! If you used sword just to cut carrot it would be dangerous! Someone could get hurt by the sword

Sword isn't the only sharp thing, you could just use the knife to cut the carrot!

Koharu Saihara

Right? It's similar with this case. That's why she got mad, because you misunderstanding about Yuno's red face. She ignored you because of that

Keiji Momota

So I did hurt Yuno's feeling.. What should I do..?!

Koharu Saihara

But that doesn't mean this case couldn't be finished. It's actually really a simple case, You only have to try understanding Yuno's feeling

Use your heart, Keiji. You know? Yuno actually has something special that she wanted to say to you this whole time. Just talk to her, but don't get too straightforward. Thinking it first. Respect her feelings, okay?

It's okay. You should be able to understand it, Keiji 😊

Reading Koharu's reply, Keiji managed to get back his usual sunshine smile on his face. Feeling that he could fix his own problem with Yuno.

"….Thanks a lot, Koharu!"

Before he continues to searching for Yuno. He met the class president, face to face with her

"….Iinchou, still got business to finish?" She nodded

"Yup, ah yeah Momota. Ya searchin' for Ouma? I saw her gone to the rooftop" Iinchou described, feeling clearly that Keiji is looking for Yuno.

"Got it, sankyū Iinchou!" Keiji nodded then going to the rooftop as he waving his hand to her

"Hehe.. Finally.. Our ship is getting sails! Better tell the others!" Actually, the class president-- no.. Natsumi Miya was the main culprit why the whole class shipping Keiji x Yuno that even spread to the whole school environment, but neither Yuno and Keiji knew about this. Not at all.

Finally Keiji arrived to the rooftop, seeing Yuno stared to the sky with melancholic look showed on her face

"Yunoo!!" His voice successfully snapped Yuno out of her mind

"Keiji..?" He approached Yuno, and clapping his both hands meaning to apologize to her.

"I'm so sorry! I.. misunderstood earlier.. Um.. That's.." Keiji turned his head, and averted his gaze to somewhere else, wrinkled his eyebrows, also blushing a bit.

"Ko-- You have something to tell me.. right? So what is it?"

He just said "Ko" just now.. He's referring to Koharu right?!

"I wouldn't mock you or anything, so just say it! it's totally fine!"

Jeez, he's such a moron..

The two of them became silent. Not one of them uttered a single word, Keiji who just turned back his head to Yuno, waiting for her answers. He just wants an answer from Yuno, totally have no bad intentions.

He also wants to try understand Yuno's feeling

It's the first time I see Keiji like this, someone really innocent like him can be awkward too? To Yuno, it's really a rare sight. Someone innocent like Keiji Momota can be blushed in awkward way.

"..Yuno? What's wrong..? Don't tell me, you still mad?"

"No.. it's just.." Finally Yuno bring her hands from her back, revealing a valentine present. Yes, A handmade chocolate she made last night only for him. Wrapped in really a nice gift with a ribbon on the top of it

"I.. want to give you this chocolate! …It's valentine right? I made it by myself, so here..!"

"Ah yes, if you think about it.. today's Valentine Day.. So Yuno, made this for me?" He gasped.

Keiji took the chocolate that was in Yuno's hand, staring at it with sparkle eyes

"I'm not as good at cooking as your big brother so.. don't expect it too much..?"

"YEAAAHHH!! I GOT A CHOCOLATE FROM YUNO!! AND ITS MADE BY HERSELF!!" Keiji screamed happily like a lil' boy who just got a new toy

"Ah..! Don't say it so loud!! What if someone heard it?!" Yuno reprimanded the sunshine boi, who got really embarrassed.

"Eh, why not~? Cuz' I'm really happy! I never eat your handmade food! Really looking forward to it's taste! It's must be really tasty!!" Keiji said with his usual sunshine smile.

Seeing Keiji's smile, Yuno became silent and thought to herself.

Ah jeez, you're really childish and straight forward.. but..

Yuno remembered a certain event, that happened when they were young.

=====

"Shut the hell up!! You guys didn't know how hard Yuno worked! So.. Yuno is.. Yuno is really amazing!! Take back your shit words!!"

=====

"Yosh! If that's the case.. so let's eat this together, Kay'?!"

"Ah, that chocolate it's yours from the start! Why would I--"

"To convince you that your chocolate must be tasty"

"Not here! It's embarrassing!"

"Let's find a quieter place then!"

"But how about your club activities, the coach is really strict right?!"

"I'll skip it. Just once isn't a problem, Ah yeah! I'll take you home after this as usual. You hated it when you have to go home alone right? I'm with you, Yuno. So you don't have to be scared of people's attention" Keiji grabbed her left hand with his right hand, immediately went to searching for a quieter place

"Let's go!" Yuno's eyes are getting wider as she gasped.

=====

"You still scared of them?"

Yuno nodded while still crying

"I see, but it's okay!" Keiji grabbed her both hands with his and held it up to their face

"I'll always protect you from them, so you don't need to be scared!"

=====

Yuno smiled while she remembered that memory

Because of that habit of yours.. I've fallen for you..

Keiji Momota, punished for skipped volleyball club a day after that by his strict coach. The punishment was running around his school 10 laps.

Compared to Nii-chan's crazy training, this is nothing! He thought.

TIMESKIP - 2 weeks later

Today the second trio decided to hang out together in this bright weather. Luckily, Koharu isn't really busy today so she can play together with Keiji and Yuno. The three of them currently walking together after finished their lunch in the restaurant.

"its been 2 weeks since that day, I heard from Yuno everything was going well.. seems like Keiji understood my advice as well, Yuno said she didn’t have enough courage to confess to Keiji, but actually that’s enough. Giving him an chocolate it’s the first step for Yuno to building up her courage. Well, at least.. my worryness for these two has decreased" Koharu said in her heart, smiling. But something caught her attention as she turned her head towards the source.

Yuno who just walking in the middle of them, still blushing. Why? Because Keiji is next to her, that is. And Koharu is well aware of that

"She's still become this flushed red although with the three of us.." Koharu chuckled "…Yup, I guess that's love. Although I haven't feel it myself"

Oh, Keiji noticed as well. Koharu really certain that he already matured a bit so he can understand about Yuno's real feelings towards him, and at least Koharu doesn't have to--

"Yuno what's wrong with you oi?! Does your tongue feel spicy?! Your face is red!"

"…I'll take back my deduction just now" Sweatdropped, a bit disappointed as well. Koharu felt it was really wrong for her to think that Keiji's mind about love is already matured a bit

"..I never thought that he's still this innocent.."

"Huh? But we're not ordered any spicy food for lunch earlier.. right, Koharu?" Keiji asked too innocently. It's kinda impolite for her, but Koharu just pretended that she didn't heard about Keiji's question at all and turned her head to somewhere else.

"….I'll just be quiet for now.." But Koharu felt it'll be worse if she played along with Keiji and pretended to act innocent just like him. So no, That's a big no-no! She'll ended up hurting Yuno's feeling for not being sensitive about this situation, that's more impolite!

Annoyed of his innocent question, Yuno's face is getting redder, and redder..

"STUPIIIIDDD!!!" And she ran off

"Oi, Yuno! What's wrong with you?! Hey!!" Keiji decided to chase Yuno, leaving Koharu alone behind. She just smiling at their silliness.

"…At least he tried to understand Yuno's feeling? …I don't really get it, so, I'll just hope that Keiji will be matured soon so he'll be able to understand about love" She thought

THE END

#reddowind #reddowind_kids #yuno ouma #keiji momota #koharu saihara #himiko yumeno #kichi ouma #oumeno #momoharu #kaimaki #saimatsu #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa next gen au #danganronpa fankid #drv3

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atomboyz · 1 year

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Ozone Chapter 1: PROTECT (Behind The Scenes)

Translation under “Keep reading”

[under a tree]

REX: Today we’re filming O.A.O.’s teaser video, and everyone, isn’t the weather so hot?

OTHERS: Yes

SUMMER: (cheering)

[in front of a tent]

REX: I was here the earliest. When you ask? 3:50 am.

ANDREW: Why did you arrive at 3:50 am?

REX: Because I’m handsome.

ANDREW: We were 4:30 am.

REX: I didn’t sleep. If I don’t sleep, I’ll have more energy, that last lingering energy, and after makeup and hair I’ll start sleeping. You know what that’s called? Dedication to work. Hold that in your heart, Leader.

ANDREW (laughing): Not sleeping isn’t called dedication to work.

[on a lawn / under the tree]

JIM (offscreen): There was a scene where we awaken on the grass. Samuel was lying on my arm, and we both fell asleep.

SAMUEL: I want to point out Jim actually fell asleep, there were snoring sounds.

EVERYONE: (laughs)

SAMUEL: I was lying like this and I heard this (snoring sound) (laughs)

[on a path / under the tree]

STAFF (offscreen): 3 2 1 run!

TIN (offscreen): I was the first to film my solo running scene.

TIN: And I ran and ran and then I saw that there were a bunch of meteorites in the sky about to hit Earth.

JIM: You saw them?

TIN: … The director told me so.

JIM: His mouth just trembled! (mimics Tin’s mouth)

ANDREW: “The director told me so.”

[on a path]

TIN: I’m done with my scenes. But my group members have to continue filming. (to staff offscreen) Does that mean I still have to stick around with them? That’s right! Because we’re a group! (laughs)

STAFF (offscreen): You can also go home!

TIN: Eh? I can leave work and go home? Directly from here? We’re really far my home right now (laughing) If you say so then I’ll fly away. Superman!

[in a collectibles store]

JIM: Wo-ah! — Wait, it’s not!

SAMUEL: (laughs)

SAMUEL: It’s really cute, we can gift it to everyone later.

STAFF (offscreen): Really? You don’t need to put it back?

SAMUEL: I don’t know either.

JIM: It’s not even your money, of course you’ll give it to others, silly!

[on the street]

SAMUEL (muffled): Super strong

JIM: (dying laughing)

SAMUEL: It went directly in my mouth. Here it comes, here it comes, (arm in mouth)

JIM: Aah, it should have been like this (moves arm)

SAMUEL: Oh, just protecting like this is fine.

STAFF (offscreen): A bit faster.

[playing video games / under the tree]

REX (offscreen): Me and Andrew —

ANDREW (offscreen): Rex lost to me.

REX (offscreen): It’s so rare that the script has a scene featuring me and Andrew this time. Normally, it would be like — yeah, you understand.

REX: I won’t say any more.

ANDREW: (two thumbs up)

REX: (laughs)

ANDREW: What’s written in the script is the truth.

REX: I’m going to leave!

TIN: The director said it, the director said it.

REX: The director said that I showed more depth when I said, “I’ll K.O. you next time”.

SUMMER: It sounds a lot like what Rex usually says.

REX: So it made me seem more of a shit, more like a brat.

[bedroom / under the tree / on a hill]

SUMMER: I’m in charge of the final words [of this video], and it’s, “Then let’s make a deal. You’ve got my back, and I’ve got yours”.

SUMMER / TIN: Ahhh. (laughs)

SUMMER: The [acting] teacher said, these last words must really pull in other people, so they told me to add more breath. I tried many variations that day, and in the end I managed to find that nuance. But when I hear it myself I feel self-conscious about it.

SUMMER: Also, teacher Diiton added “One and Only” to the background music, and made it sound so illusory, there’s a cyberpunk feel to it.

REX: I hope that everyone will like how the teaser we filmed today turned out; we also look forward to receive everyone’s responses and reactions when our MV comes out, and hope to receive everyone’s support and encouragement, so that we can continue to forge ahead. Thanks everyone. Bye bye!

SUMMER: One and only one and only …

#ozone #oao #*bts #translation

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

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bleedingheart-fics · 2 years

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Last Legacy M4 Reacting to MC (you) crying

I am feeling very sorry for myself right now. Sorry if these are ooc :[

Anisa

As soon as your lip starts quivering or tears form near your eyelashes, she is holding you.

I would like to petition that Anisa gives VERY good hugs. Tall muscle lady. She also smells nice.

She completely envelops you and cradles the back of your head in one hand. Rests your head in the crook of her neck.

Immediately muttering small comforting things.

“It’s ok, my love”

“I’ve got you”

“You’re safe here”

“You can cry, it’s ok”

Rubs your back with her free hand.

If you’re sitting down, Anisa pulls you into her lap and rocks the two of you gently.

If the two of you are close (I think either very close friends or partners) she will wipe your tears with her thumbs and then kiss those spots dry too.

In terms of vent/advice/distraction Anisa is best at letting you vent. She has definitely gone through Some Shit but she doesn’t want to burden you with that and also doesn’t feel like her life experience is particularly applicable to what you’re going through.

If it’s a person that made you cry she will offer to beat them up.

Sage

His initial reaction is “oh shit.”

He immediately wants to comfort you, but his actual reaction changes based on the situation.

If someone else made you cry he is Getting Them

> fuckingGETSyou.jpg

If he made you cry, he is backing up slowly with a horrified expression

“MC I am so so sorry, you know I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, please…”

If it’s something unrelated, something that he didn’t do and isn’t something that can be fixed, he offers a hug.

He asks first, he is a gentleman under that… slutty cat man exterior /lh

Lets you pet his ears and play with his hair. He pretends to be grumpy about it

Sage is INSANELY protective of you regardless of whether the two of you are involved romantically or not.

I think platonic!mc x sage is a lot like his and Tulsi’s relationship

He is willing to kill for you. I mean all of them are, but he is ready and willing at any given moment.

In terms of vent/advice/distraction he definitely prefers distraction.

He’s not great at emotional vulnerability but he will 100% ask you if you want to go into town to get something to eat or go for a walk or something.

Felix

Panics for a few seconds.

I am a believer that Felix is very empathetic and feels Big emotions.

So especially if you two are close, he feels his heart drop to his stomach.

He would do anything to trade places with you and feel your hurt.

He approaches very slowly. He treats you like something fragile and he doesn’t want to break you.

If you don’t make any motion to back away or move forward, he will rub your back very gently.

If you move toward him or hug him, he will melt and hold you.

Presses his lips to your forehead and doesn’t move them for a while.

He will also press your foreheads together and wipe your tears as you cry.

He will listen to anything you have to say and nod emphatically to make sure you know he is listening.

If you’re crying because the two of you were arguing, he apologizes right away and backs down, even if he still thinks he is right.

Felix is hard headed, but above that he is down BAD for you.

He does not mind you getting tears and snot on him. He says you’ve seen worse of him and treated him better. You might feel bad because his clothes look fancy or whatever, but he is over the moon that you are seeking comfort in him of all people.

Rime

Current Rime? Rolls his eyes and walks away

Redemption!Arc Rime? Stops what he’s doing immediately.

When I say redemption arc, I mean he likes you now. I don’t care if he keeps murdering people that’s his business.

*softly* “hey.”

He cups your chin and tilts your head to look him in the eyes.

I feel like he still rolls his eyes but in an affectionate way. Pulls you into a hug too.

He pretends to be an ass about you getting tears and/or snot on his shirt but he doesn’t really care.

*aggressive comforting*

“Come on, the MC I know would never stoop as low as to cry over [person that made you cry]”

“Hey. You’re strong as hell and way out of their league. They don’t deserve your tears. And I’m not just saying that to make you stop staining my shirt”

Very much tough love

He is our advice out of the vent/advice/distraction comfort!

Rime’s advice is… questionable. But he makes you feel better in the moment

When you reach the resolution, he pulls you over to kiss you on the forehead before continuing on with whatever the two of you were doing before.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

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#tom x reader #tom holland fic #tomholland #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #famous!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded! Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum.

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead.

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…”

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Helmut Zemo (TFATWS) imagines - Craving

AN: Okay I’ve given in and become a Zemo simp but Bucky is still my number one don't worry.

Summary: After playing the part as Zemo's arm candy in Madripoor, Zemo tries to confront you on your unspoken connection, only to be rudely interrupted...

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader, very slight Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,326

Warnings: Some small spoilers for Ep3, lots of sexual tension

“I still can’t believe I agreed to do this.” You grumbled as you climbed the stairs, falling behind at the fear the men could see straight up the skirt of the dress Zemo had chosen for you.

“I, for one, think you have the easiest job of us all. James must be someone he detests, Sam must be a notorious criminal he doesn’t know and you must sit and look pretty.” Zemo spoke under his breath as you came to the entrance of Selby’s HQ.

You glared at the man but he didn’t care. He was too busy worrying about Selby.

The door was opened for you by one of Selby’s men. Zemo nodded curtly at the guard before entering.

You went ahead of Bucky and Sam to stay close to Zemo, following your role as his current inamorata.

It was a short walk into Selby’s office but with every step you could feel the fear rising in your chest. You weren’t convinced that you’d get away with this; Sam wasn't exactly the most kosher criminal and Zemo’s story didn’t quite add up on just how he managed to have the Winter Soldier in his mitts again.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby spoke as she came into view. She was an expensively dressed woman with a short white pixie cut.

Zemo sat down opposite her but you remained next to Sam.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo waved his finger as he spoke. It was a small yet dominant motion directed towards you. You tried not to clench your jaw as you walked towards him.

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby’s eyes followed your every move as you made your way over to Zemo. “By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo held out his hand to you, guiding you to stand behind him. “I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby cocked her head towards Sam.

Sam’s only response was a quick nod of his head. Selby purred at Sam, a wolfish smile on her face.

“What’s the offer?” Selby turned back to Zemo. Her eyes flickered up to you before landing back on Zemo’s face. You weren’t stupid you knew what her gaze meant.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo pushed himself out of his chair. You watched him cross behind Bucky, placing his hands on Bucky's shoulders. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

Selby grinned widely as Zemo wobbled Bucky’s chin with his forefinger and thumb, showing just how under control the ‘Winter Soldier’ was.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately.” Selby seemed to be convinced. “Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right.”

Zemo returned to his seat before Selby continued.

“The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or... condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but... things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo asked.

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby rose from her chair, finding a place beside Sam as she very openly let her eyes roll down your body now that you were in her full view.

“What else do you desire?” Zemo questioned. He had clocked onto Selby’s behaviour and didn’t really need to ask to know what the answer was going to be.

“Her.” Selby pointed you out. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek as she awaited Zemo’s response.

“No, no, no.” Zemo tutted, holding out his hand for you to take. “This little bird only sings for me.” Zemo guided you round the side of his chair and pulled you gently onto his lap. You crossed your legs as you tried not to seem uncomfortable. The scent of the Baron’s cologne, mixed with his strong grip on your waist was making your heart race. You had never been this close to Zemo before and now you were sat on his knee with his arm around you.

“Well, you’ll make her sing for me or you won’t be getting what you want now, Baron, will ya?” Selby wasn’t playing games. She folded her arms across her chest, cocking her eyebrows at Zemo.

Zemo titled his head as he thought.

You felt yourself tense up when he placed a cool leather clad hand on your thigh. His fingers started to draw circles on your skin, edging your skirt higher, drawing Selby’s eyes down to your legs.

“She is very dear to me.” Zemo stated. He retracted his hand from your thigh to brush your hair from your shoulder, his finger traced a line from your jaw down your neck to your collarbone. Zemo, being so close, could see the goosebumps that covered your skin at his touch.

“Unless you have something better to offer other than your two play things, Baron, I suggest you hand them over to me... unless you don’t want the whereabouts of Dr Nagel.” Selby let her smile drop.

“I will––” Zemo was cut short by Sam’s phone going off.

“Answer it.” Selby suddenly lost all interest in the deal and only desired to prove the authenticity of the Smiling Tiger. “On speaker.”

That’s where things went wrong.

For the rest of the trip in Madripoor, you didn’t get the time to confront yourself and Zemo on what happened back there.

You were so confused to why you reacted the way you did. You had never been attracted to Zemo before but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he smelt, the way his breath tickled against your arm, the way the heat radiated out from under his thick coat.

You knew he was thinking about it too.

Every time you let yourself glance over at him, he was watching you and not in the same way as he usually would. You knew too well that Zemo often studied his surroundings like a hawk. He was silent and observant; he always knew where he would go next and he often watched you, Sam and Bucky as if he were calculating your next moves.

It wasn’t until you arrived in Latvia that you were confronted by your feelings again.

You were sat at the island in the kitchen as you ran your hands over your face and hair. You were tired.

“You should rest.” Zemo’s voice suddenly snuck up on you.

He had been so quiet walking into the kitchen that you hadn't even noticed he was there.

“I should but insomnia kinda comes with the job.” You sat up, trying not to act any different from how you usually would.

“Ah. My time in a cell has acquainted me with such the dilemma.” Zemo confessed as he moved towards the cupboards on the back wall.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t help but watch his hands as they reached for the coffee pot, his fingers gripping it lightly. You could still recall the feeling of the cool leather on your thigh, his touch climbing higher as he pushed your skirt up...

“Coffee?” Zemo offered, interrupting your thoughts as he raised a mug and an eyebrow at you.

“Please.” You folded your hands together as you leant on the island.

There was a brief comfortable silence as Zemo fixed up some coffee for you both. He could feel your eyes on him but he didn’t say anything. He just let the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk as he poured you a cup. He let the smirk drop when he turned to face you.

He slid the cup along the countertop and you thanked him quietly. He pushed a thin smile onto his face for a second before returning to his usual stoic expression.

“There was something I wished to discuss with you actually.” Zemo announced as he picked up his own cup.

You almost choked on your drink at the words but you hid behind your mug, hoping he didn’t notice. He did.

“About what?” You asked.

“I wanted to apologise for Madripoor.” Zemo surprised you with that.

“Apologise?” You were confused to what he was talking about.

“I am aware that it was merely a role, that we were undercover, but I touched you without your consent. I wanted to apologise for when we were with Selby.”

You were completely shocked. You didn’t not expect this from Zemo at all.

“It’s okay. We all have to do stuff we don't want to do on missions like these.” You tried to brush it off. After all, Bucky had to become the Winter Soldier and Sam had to drink a cobra’s heart back in Madripoor. There was definitely worse things that could’ve happened.

“I never said I didn’t want to do it. I am simply apologising for not asking for permission first.” Zemo’s eyes were glued to your face as he sipped his coffee. He was watching for a reaction.

You felt your mouth go dry, you tried to swallow as you began to rise from your seat.

“Uh, t-thanks for the coffee, Zemo but...” You tried grabbing your mug but you only knocked it to the floor by accident.

“Shit!” You hissed as you bent down, picking up the broken bits. You felt your heart racing from the look Zemo had just given you.

Zemo rushed around the island with a rag, he placed it over the split coffee before taking hold of your wrist to stop you from picking up the pieces.

Electricity shot up your arm and your head snapped up to meet his eyes.

“No use crying over spilt coffee.” Zemo muttered, a smile tugging on one corner of his mouth.

“I-I wasn’t––”

“––Is there a particular reason you are so jumpy tonight?” Zemo inquired.

You rose back to standing; Zemo let your wrist go as you did but followed your action.

The air was thick between you as you withheld your answer.

There was no way you could admit you were worried of being close to him because of the undeniable pull he had on you since that night.

“I think...” Zemo stepped over the soaked rag which only made you take a step back. “...You enjoyed being touched and now you are confused to why.”

Your chest began to rise and fall heavily as Zemo continued to walk towards you until your back hit the wall behind you.

“But forgive me if I am wrong.” Zemo held his hands up with a smile, taking his final few steps until he was close enough for his cologne to engulf the air around you.

“You are.” You whispered but your voice had failed you in sounding convincing.

“Is that right, little bird?” Zemo used the pet name he had given you in Selby's office. He lifted his hand to brush your hair from your cheek behind your ear. “Because I believe you haven’t stop thinking about it. Just as I haven't.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You only just breathed out your words. If Zemo hadn’t been so close, he wouldn’t have heard them.

“Don’t you?” Zemo titled his head at you. “Because I am at liberty to remind you that I once worked for Sokivian intelligence. It was my job for a long time to study people, learn them, read them.” Zemo let his eyes drop down to your body before coming back to meet your eyes. “I can tell how a person is feeling just from observing their body. The way they move. The way they are breathing.” Zemo placed his hand in the centre of your chest where your silver necklace sat. The metal burned against your skin underneath Zemo’s warm flesh.

Your slow deep breaths lifted Zemo’s hand up and down as you stared back at him.

“I can feel your heart racing.” Zemo uttered. “Are you afraid?”

“No.” You shook your head as your eyes flickered to the man’s lip for just a second.

“Good.” Zemo smirked.

Suddenly Zemo was ripped away from you.

Bucky had teared Zemo back and pushed him across the room. Zemo staggered backwards before standing and adjusting his sweater from how Bucky had grabbed him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bucky growled at Zemo with a look in his eye that could kill.

“I was merely having a conversation with (Y/n).” Zemo shrugged, acting as if everything was perfectly innocent.

“Oh yeah it looked like a real polite conversation with (Y/n) backed up in a corner and your hands on her!” Sam was stood behind Bucky. The both of them were squaring up in front of Zemo to protect you.

“I didn’t need your help.” You stepped forward, trying to intervene.

“You put your hands on her again; I won’t stop myself next time. I’ll turn you into a new coat.” Bucky warned Zemo as he ignored you.

“I apologise.” Zemo lifted his hands up in defence.

“No.” Sam pointed back to you. “Apologise to her.”

Zemo turned his head to you. When your eyes met, he smirked just ever so slightly, you knew the boys didn’t notice at least.

“I apologise, (Y/n).” The way your name sounded in Zemo’s mouth made your stomach flip.

“It’s fine.” You said before pushing past Bucky and Sam. You hated it when they played protective big brothers and you didn’t even need saving... You think...

(PART 2)

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« Insecure S/O Reacting to a Confession 2

part 1 here

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi, Tendou, and Matsukawa

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Iwaizumi Hajime

The sun wasn’t helping his flared cheeks in any way.

“Stop interfering.”

“Stop stalling then.” Oikawa grins, rubbing his best friend’s shoulders as if he were about to enter a boxing ring. The dark haired ace rubs his eyes in irritation with one hand, ignoring the flare against his cheeks as Iwaizumi attempts to shake his childhood friend off. The sight of you kneeled down in the school garden, hair pinned back away from your face as you tended to the flowers, made the heat surge through Iwa’s cheeks even more.

“I’m not.”

“Really? Because every day you approach her creepily from some distance, and then disappear. C’mooon, I already owe Hiro like fifteen bucks-”

“You’re betting on this, shithead?”

“Nope.” The answer comes out a little too quickly as Oikawa dodges a second swat. “She’s so pretty I might have to approach her myself-”

“Not another word.” Iwa grits out, Oikawa slightly smirking at the tick in his jaw and the way his onyx eyes harden. “I just...don’t wanna mess this up.”

“There’s nothing to mess up until you confess. Ah, young love.” Oikawa sighs dreamily, Iwaizumi ignoring his dramatic friend’s swoon before making a decision. Today was the day.

You wipe sweat from your forehead, attempting to ignore the beating sun down on your face as you tried to hurry the process a long, ensuring the flowers were getting just enough water. The touch of an icy can of tea against your cheek startles you, almost making you drop the watering pot before you hold a hand up against the bright sun rays, tilting your head in confusion at the broad-shouldered man in front of you.

“Iwaizumi?” You smile in greeting as Iwaizumi shuffles his feet, breath catching in his throat at the sight. He was so screwed.

You laugh a bit awkwardly, the cold touch of the can beginning to numb. “Um, is this for me?”

“Yes.” He curses himself at how stern it comes out, but you gently take the can from his grasp, nodding in thanks. “I-I know you like this one.”

“You do?”

“No.” He didn’t want to sound creepy, yet somehow made it worse.

“Oh.”

Iwaizumi was ready to kick himself. He was hoping you would understand, the day you shyly maneuvered your way through Oikawa’s fanclub to get to him to offer him an ice cold drink was the reason he became so infatuated in the first place.

“Well, thanks for the tea-”

“I like you.”

This time, you do drop the watering pot, eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights as Iwa’s heart sinks at your reaction.

“I get it, alright?” You mumble, sadness swimming in your stomach as Iwaizumi fought the need to dart off. “You’re the handsome volleyball ace all the girls want, and they put you up to ask me out as a joke again. It’s getting old.”

Ah.

Iwaizumi sighs, knowing that the other girls preyed on you for your beauty and soft heart, finding ways to hurt you in the most immature ways possible.

“Oi.” His heart tightens at the look of sorrow on your face, making him click his tongue before reaching a hand out before he can stop himself, smudging his thumb along the streak of dirt on your cheek. You look up at him in a doe-like manner, and your wet eyes are enough to make the ace want to hurt anyone who ever made you feel this way.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Iwa-”

“Hajime.” He cuts you off, hiding a smirk when he feels the heat rush to your cheeks. “You can call me Hajime. Only you.”

“Hajime.” you try it out, clapping your hand over your mouth once in shyness as Iwaizumi smiles a genuine grin, elated when you shy away into his touch.

“Then...please take care of me.” You manage, condensation running down to your other hand holding the can as Iwaizumi slips it out of your grasp, taking a heavy sip of it before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I finished this one. Can I take you to a cafe?”

“I’d love that.” You slip your gardening gloves off, Iwa slipping his hand into yours casually as you trail behind him, smiling when his grip tightens ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, the sun suddenly didn’t feel too hot today.

Tendou Satori

“Today’s the day fellas!”

“Oh, is it?” Shirabu mocks his surprise. “It’s not like you put ‘ask y/n’ out in huge block letters on our team calendar or anything.”

“Bingo!” Tendou points finger guns at his teammate as Semi shrugs at a disgruntled Shirabu. “I’m about to get myself a Miss Tendou Satori-”

“That’s not how that works-”

“Hush, Ushijima. Your logic won’t ruin my day today.” Tendou bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for practice to let out as he tugs his last shoe on, his other teammates still in the process of changing.

“Is she waiting for you?” Semi tugs his shirt overhead as Tendou hums happily in answer, Shirabu snarkily making a remark from the other side of the locker room.

“She’s out of your league.”

“I know she is! Which is why I’m going to treat her like the queen she is, since I myself am but a lowly peasant beneath her-” Tendou perks up at the time. “Gotta go, I’ll text you the outcome boys.”

“Please don’t.”

“Tendou-senpai-” But the redhead had already darted through the door as Ushijima glances at his worried kouhai, tilting his head in question.

“What, Goshiki?”

“Isn’t Y/N L/N the one who had that mean prank pulled on her last year?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you rocked on the balls of your feet, fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as you wait for the rambunctious redhead on the volleyball team. No way a cute guy like him was actually-

“Did I make ya wait long?” A pair of sneakers appear in your view, making you lift your head as Tendou Satori casts you a wide grin, school shoes hanging in his other hand. You tilt your head, wondering if he rushed here.

“Did you need something from me, senpai?” You blink, swinging your legs lightly on the bench you were sitting on, fearing the worst. Tendou clears his throat, suddenly feeling the nervousness he had been outrunning catch up to him. He can’t mess this up. Ever since you had adorably asked him to reach something for you at the snack shop for the school, he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. He made sure to wait around during the same time during lunch hour, your usual snack already in hand and plucked off the highest shelf.

“Go out with me.”

You flinch. There it was.

His smile fades slowly with every beat of silence that soaks in the atmosphere between the two of you, and you swallow back a sob.

“How much are they giving you to do this?”

Tendou’s shoes hit the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly in confusion as you refuse to meet his questioning gaze.

“What?”

“I um, can help you if you want. Go out with you for a few days so they really believe-”

“Hey, hey!” Tendou’s arms begin to flail around as he shakes his head no. “I mean it Y/N, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. I really wanna date you for real-”

“You do?”

Tendou’s chest felt heavier at the crack in your voice and insecurity swirling in your eyes, and he nods his head, kneeling in front of you carefully before asking to take your hands with his eyes.

“I 100% do. You can strip me of my honor if I’m lying.”

This makes you crack a smile, making Tendou breathe out a sigh of relief through his nose. He thumps his forehead against yours, making your eyes glint in a way they haven’t in awhile.

“Can this lowly senpai please take you out on a date this weekend?”

“No, my lowly senpai cannot.” You say, turning your palms over so he can hold them properly. Tendou quirks an eyebrow, but he’s slightly smirking as you offer a shy smile.

“But my boyfriend can.”

Matsukawa Issei

“You’re staring again, ya creep.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is skillful admiring-”

“Just ask her out.” Hanamaki yawns, getting comfy on his best friend’s desk as Matsukawa leans into his palm, eyeing the way you pout when your friends steal your snacks. So cute. “What’s the worst she’s gonna do, say no?”

“Yes.” Matsukawa sighs, hanging his head slightly as Hanamaki arches a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement.

“Wow, Matsukawa Issei hung up over a girl?”

“Who the hell is hung up-”

Hanamaki arches a brow when his friend visibly tenses up, looking over only to smirk when he sees another boy in class shyly offer up his pocky to you, you gladly accepting and smiling widely in thanks. Issei rests his head on the desk, stubbornly looking out the window as Hanamaki withholds a laugh over the hold you have over your classmate.

“Oh just ask her out.” Hanamaki uncaps his drink. “You’re so into her dude, it’s making me sick.”

Issei shifts in his seat. Maybe his adoration for you wouldn’t have begun if it hadn’t been for the way your much shorter legs pumped to catch up to his figure, who had pretty much reached his home.

“Matsukawa-san!” You had gasped for breath, the messy-haired boy guiltily slipping his headphones off at how tired you seemed. Before he could profusely apologize, you shoved his notes in his hand, bright hue to his cheeks at the act of kindness.

“Um, you left this in the library!” you manage out, Matsukawa seeming to freeze in the moment. “I added some notes in there, I hope you don’t mind. It seemed kinda empty-”

“You wrote notes for me?” He finds his voice again, cursing himself at that being the first thing that came out.

“I was bored during free time anyways.” You scratched the back of your head before turning on your heel again. “Anyways, bye!”

And then you darted off again as Matsukawa Issei stayed still in his spot, wondering just why the hell his heart was beating at the pace it was going, colorful notes hanging from his grasp.

“I’m gonna do it.” Hanamaki almost falls off the desk at Matsukawa’s revelation and the way he suddenly stood up. “I could kiss you right now, Makki.”

“I’m praying to god, please don’t.”

You lean against the shoe lockers, humming to yourself as you wonder just what your classmate would need from you, figuring he wanted to properly thank you for the notes. You would accept it and go, knowing that Matsukawa Issei was favored among the girls-

“You’re here.”

“This.” You smile softly, holding up a folded note between your fingers as Matsukawa shoves his hand in his slack pockets, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “This made it hard for me not to be, you know?”

You eye him carefully, stomach sinking at the familiar situation in front of you.

“You might have already guessed,” Issei breathes, trying to steady the pounding in his ears. “Or Makki might have already told you because he’s a shithead like that-”

You tilt your head.

“-but I’ve got this killer crush on you. And if you could help me out, I would thoroughly appreciate it.” It comes out business-like, and you almost laugh if it hadn’t been for the weight in your throat.

“Help you out how?” He doesn’t notice the crack in your voice as he pulls his sleeves up to his forearms, swallowing tightly.

“I think a date would begin to ease the pain.”

You really do laugh this time, but it’s not the kind of laugh of amusement. It’s forced, awkward, and makes Issei falter in his smile and movements.

“Do they ever get bored?”

All playfulness drains from the middle blocker’s face as his tone hardens. “What are you talking about?”

“Sure, get the hot guy from the volleyball team to try and ask Y/N out, are you getting it on video?”

“Y/N-”

“I’ve gotta go.” you try to step away, eyes widening when he stops you with his much bigger frame. His lidded eyes widen at the tears prodding the corner of your eyes, carefully lifting a hand to swipe at them before looking at you seriously.

“You think I’m hot?”

You can’t withhold the giggle that escpaes you, sniffling slightly as Matsukawa smiles gently, wrapping his arm around you to touch the small of your back. You yelp a little when you find yourself crushed against his chest, your upper back touching the lockers.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you in the past, but-” you look up at the handsome tall boy you had hand-written notes for, hoping your crush on him wasn’t too noticeable. “I can tell you right now that you’re really fuckin’ pretty, and I want to brag to my friends about how hot my girlfriend is-”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You cup his cheek in question as his grin widens.

“Make me your boyfriend and I’ll show you.” He winks, and you raise both eyebrows in amusement before practically speaking against his lips.

“I think we can arrange that.”

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