#idk we'll see how long i hold out before taking a 'break'

[leemotionalwreck]

am i running out of steam for this wip? perhaps.

#idk we'll see how long i hold out before taking a 'break' #only to be gone for like 4 months lol #the real question is why #seasonal depression? #mild case of writers block? #the story getting almost no attention? #how about all of the above!! #i am screaming into the fucking void :) #dear god #lee rambles

[mustainegf]

hi there! I was the one who requested the MOP Era james. I just want to say I love your work and I think you're an amazing writer! If you ever ever the chance could you do like a fluffy smut with kirk? Like one where they are best friends and the reader is a virgin and kirk offers to help her and they take it slowly and have sweet sex? Again you're an amazing writer! P.s. my name is Henna 😊

I already had something like this written so I hope that’s okay. Its a little tweaked, their both virgins soooo idk I hope you like it!! Also hiii henna!!!

Ilooked into my best friends eyes, and I wanted nothing more but to kiss him. He was so beautiful.

Those big pink lips, doe eyes, and long black curly hair. I held myself back, I couldn't imagine ruining this friendship we had.

I was so scared of what would happen if I did. But tonight, he was staying over at my house. We were watching a movie in my room, and we were both on the bed. The lights were off, and it was just us two in the dark room.

I was wearing a long, comfy shirt that went down to my knees. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

We were sitting on the bed, and I could feel his body heat next to mine. We were both nervous about what would happen next.

"Kirk.." I let out softly, not fully realizing what I had said.

"Yeah?" he replied, turning his head to look at me.

All I could do was stare at him, drowning in his dark pools of eyes. I couldn't fight it anymore. I pushed myself forward, cupping his soft cheek and letting our lips meet for the first time.

I could feel his warm breath on me, and the softness of his lips against mine. It was heavenly.

He pulled away slowly, looking at me with a mix of surprise and desire in his eyes. "Wow.." he whispered, breaking the silence that had filled the room since we started kissing.

I smiled, feeling a rush of emotions. I had never felt this way before, and it was both scary and exhilarating. "Yeah..." I replied, my voice shaky with emotion. He leaned in again, his lips finding mine once more.

This time, his kiss was more passionate, more intense. I felt my body respond to his touch, my heart racing and my breath coming in short gasps.

He pulled away slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you feel the same way," he said softly.

I blushed, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. "I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. I felt the electricity between us as our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with abandon. Kirk quickly pulled away, looking at me for a moment. "Do you have condoms?"

His transparency turned me on, I could see how desperate he was. I shook my head no.

"I don't," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We can still have fun." He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. "We'll be careful." He murmured.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his lips against mine, soft and warm. His hands were on my hips, holding me close to him.

We began to slowly undress each other.

I was in awe of his body. He was so strong and muscular, with just the right amount of fat to make him look soft and cuddly. I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath. He pulled me closer to him, our bodies pressed together.

"Wait, Kirk." I hesitated, looking up at him.

"What’s up?" He asked in a whisper, his warm breath almost melting me.

"I'm a virgin." I blurted out, my face turning red.

He looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

"That's okay." He said, his hands still on my hips.

"Um... so am I" Kirk admitted quietly.

"I wanna be your first, and I want you to be mine" He said softly. God he was cute.

My eyes trailed down to the tent in his boxers. Holy shit.

"See something you like?" Kirk breathed, glancing down at the clear buldge In his boxers.

I nodded, my eyes widening. "Good" He said, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down slowly, revealing a 7 inch dick.

It was thick and uncut with a large head and veins running up its length. Oh my god.

I couldn't help but stare. "Like what you see?" He asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and stroking it slowly. "Yes." I whispered, my eyes fixed on his hand as it moved up and down the length of his cock. I gulped, my eyes locked on his cock. "You can touch it if you want" He said, his voice low and sultry, and a little awkward. I moved closer to him, my hand reaching out to grab hold of his thick member. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking up and down the length of it.

Kirk immediately let out a gasp of a moan, just at the feeling of my hand on his cock. "I didn't know you were so sensitive, Hammett.." I teased, softly kissing his chest.

"I'm not," he laughed, "you just know how to touch me."

“Oh really?" I asked, teasingly. "You want me to show you how I know what you like?" He nodded eagerly and then bit his lip. He was so cute when he did that. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his and I couldn't help but lean in for a kiss.

I slid my hand down his cock, applying a slight bit of pressure to the head. Kirk flinched, moaning loudly.

I took my hand away, and then slid it back down.

"Ahh..." Kirk moaned again. I could tell he was enjoying this, but I wanted to tease him a little more before taking the next step.

I slid my hand up his cock again, applying more pressure this time.

"Ohhhh.. fuck.." Kirk moaned. I started to slide my hand up and down his cock, slowly at first, but then faster.

Kirk moaned louder and louder as I continued to stroke him. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, so I slowed down my strokes again. He was quite vocal, and that only aroused me more.

I gently leaned down, setting a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Oh my god.." Kirk whimpered.

I kissed the tip of his cock again, and then licked it.

"Ohhhh..." Kirk whined as I started to stroke him again. "Oh my god... oh my god..." he whimpered as I continued to stroke him faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum... aaahhhh..."

I watched his face twist pleasure, his hands gently holding my hair.

"Yes, yes.." he whimpered as I kept stroking him. Kirk moaned as his cock started to twitch and throb in my hand. "I'm cumming!" Kirk whined out, and I quickly took his cock into my mouth, sucking on it hard as I continued to stroke him.

I felt his cock pulse in my mouth, and I swallowed the first few spurts of cum that shot out. His body tensed up as he came, and I kept sucking on him until he was done. "Holy shit..." he moaned as his orgasm subsided.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and gave it a few more strokes. "Fuck..." he moaned as I milked the last few drops of cum from his cock. I stood up and looked at him, smiling as I licked my lips. "How was that?" I asked, teasingly, still unsure if I had really done it right.

"Fucking amazing." He replied, breathing heavily.

"I've never cum that hard before.”

“You liked it?" I asked, my heart racing with excitement.

"You wanna return the favour?" I asked sneakily, running my hands past his chest. "Please..." Kirk growled.

Kirk grabbed my waist, laying my down below him. He nudged himself back, carefully reaching for my panties.

He pulled them down my legs, throwing them on the floor. I had always been a little self conscious about my body, but Kirk seemed to love it. "You're so fucking hot." He said, before lowering his head towards me. I felt his warm breath against my skin as he began to kiss me all over. His breath teased my pussy.

I was so wet, and he knew it. He began to kiss my inner thighs, working his way up to my heat.

"Fuck." He said, before sticking his tongue out and licking me. I moaned loudly as he continued to lick me all over. His tongue felt amazing against my clit as he sucked on it gently.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I moaned as he continued to suck on my clit. He slid his finger inside me and began to pump it in and out of me. His tongue felt amazing against my clit as he sucked on it gently.

"Fuck, Kirk." I moaned loudly as he continued to lick me all over.

"Ohhhh.. Kirk.. baby..." I whined, bucking my hips slightly. Kirk smirked from between my legs.

He used his free hand to snuck around my and hold my hips down.

I was squirming in pleasure. "You’re so wet." He said as he continued to lick me. "You taste so good." He added, taking his finger out of me and replacing it with his tongue. "nghh..." I moaned loudly at the feeling of his tongue darting in and out of me.

He look his tongue out of me, very slowly licking all the way from top to bottom. It was so slow it made me writhe.

"Kirk, please... please Kirk I need you inside of me." I moaned, as good as it felt, I couldn’t wait anymore.

Kirk grinned, as he continued sucking on my sensitive skin.

"Mmm, you want me to fuck you?" He asked. I nodded, but he just continued to tease me. "You want my me inside of you?" He asked again. I whimpered in frustration and tried to push his head away from my pussy, but he was too strong for me.

"Kirk, please. I need you." I pleaded.

"Mmm, you want my dick?" He asked again. "Yes! Please Kirk!" I moaned as he continued to tease me with his tongue and lips. He finally stopped teasing me and started to lick the length of my pussy again, but this time he was faster and more aggressive in his movements.

I was so close to cumming.

He moved his tongue faster and faster, he licked my clit and I finally gave in. "Ohhhh, fuck I'm cumming!" I screamed as my body shook in pleasure.

Kirk slowed, still teasing waver so slightly. "There's what I was looking for" he grinned. "Kirk, please! I need you." He sat up and started to kiss me again as his cock brushed past my swollen pussy lips.

Kirk hovered over me, propping himself up with his one arm. I kissed down his neck. "Okay, are you ready?" Kirk asked gently.

I nodded, "I'm ready." Kirk watched me with carful eyes. "Alright, please tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"I will." I whispered, holding his arm for support.

Kirk smiled, "Okay." I felt his cock slide against my entrance. I gasped as he pressed into me. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking down at me with concern. I nodded and he began to push further in. I moaned as he filled me up completely, his cock stretching my hole to its limits.

"Let me know when I can move" Kirk said softly, his face contorted at the new feeling enveloping his length.

I nodded, taking a second to get used to his size

I felt him twitch and he let out a small moan.

"I'm ready." I said, my voice hoarse. Kirk nodded and began to slowly move in and out of me. I gasped as he pulled back, then moaned as he pushed back in. He kept up this slow pace for a few minutes before picking up the pace slightly.

"Oh my god..." Kirk's head fell into my shoulder, his long curly hair resting over my boobs and neck.

I felt his breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. He started to thrust faster, our bodies slapping together. "Fuck!" he groaned as he kept up the pace. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping them in his large hands and pinching at the nipples gently.

"Oh god, Kirk," I moaned. My legs were shaking and my toes curled as he continued to fuck into me.

This whole new feeling took over my entire body, as I gripped at Kirk's back. "I love you" Kirk mumbled as the room filled with wet slapping.

"I love you too" I said as I arched my back and moaned.

"Ohhh... Ahh." Kirk whined.

I never wouldn't thought my first time having sex would be this good. And I never thought it would be with Kirk. But god, I'm glad it was.

I was laying on my back, with my legs wrapped around Kirk's waist. I could feel his cock going in and out of me, and it felt so good.

The room was filled with the sound of our moans and the wet slapping of our bodies together.

I was in a state of euphoria, my mind was hazy and I could feel the pleasure building inside me. I had never felt this way before, it was like nothing else mattered except for the feeling of Kirk inside me.

“Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "You feel so good." Kirk groaned in response, his hips moving faster as he fucked me harder. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate.

I could feel his member throbbing inside me, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck.. you're so pretty..." Kirk moaned, watching me as he brushed some of my hair out of my face.

He looked so good. Never in my life would I have guessed I would ever see Kirk like this. Hovering over me, groaning and thrusting as he lovingly fucked me.

I was so in love with him. "Kirk..." I whimpered, feeling my body quivering as he continued to pump into me. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, but I could see the slight smile on his face as he fucked me. Iloved his cute crooked teeth.

I loved his nose. I loved his lips. "Fuck... Kirk..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck me with such love and passion.

He was so gentle, but the way he fucked me made it feel like he was taking control of my body and making it do what he wanted.

"Kirk! Oh god your gonna make me cum!" I cried out, feeling that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"You're gonna cum for me?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. "Yes! I'm gonna cum!" I whimpered, my hips bucking. "I want you to cum all over me." Kirk groaned, his thumb finding my clit.

"Oh god! Oh my god!" I cried out, my body tensing.

My pussy clenched around his cock as I came, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. "Ohh kirk, I love you..." I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Just a bit longer... I'm so close.." Kirk whimpered into my ear, his thrusts continuing.

The overstimulation was a lot to take, and it made me writhe in pleasure. I knew he was so close to cumming.

"Oh god, oh my god... I'm cumming!" he cried out, his cock twitching inside me. Kirk quickly pulled out of me, jerking himself off before spurting his seed on my stomach and hip bones. "Ahhh.... Oh.." Kirk shut his eyes, riding out his orgasm.

"Hammett... oh that was so good..." I panted. Kirk fell beside me, locking his fingers with mine.

"God I've been wanting that for so long.." Kirk breathed, kissing my cheek.

"I can't believe we actually just had sex" Kirk chuckled softly.

"I can't believe it either... I never thought you'd be the one to take my virginity" I smiled. "I hope that was okay for you?" Kirk asked, a little worried. "It was more than okay" I reassured him, pulling him into a kiss.

"We should go clean up" Kirk laughed gently, kissing my cheek again.

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[indouloureux]

idk about you but eddie gave that cool older brother vibe for me, and he just felt like such a kind soul 🥹

k but him with dustin has me crying hard

idk man eddie looks like a mom here but i tried 😭

"i'm fine, guys, really — ah,"

dustin lets out a little whimper when eddie dabs the cotton ball harder on his open wound. he'd fallen out of his bicycle earlier, scraping not just his knees but his elbows too, and a graze on the bottom of his palm.

coincidentally, he'd fallen right after you and eddie saw him when he passed by, and your boyfriend was quick to his feet to drag the poor boy in the back of his van and drive him back to his trailer with you in the front seat asking him what had happened despite the fact that you witnessed it.

mother instincts, eddie joked.

so here he is, sat on eddie's stained, unmade bed. you're holding the bottle as eddie continues to dab the antiseptic on dustin's throbbing scrape.

"see, this is what happens when you don't wear safety pads," he smacks the back of his head, a scolding act even though he's cleaning his wound. "and you weren't even wearing a helmet!"

"give him a break eds," you click your tongue at him, shooting an apologetic smile at dustin's ashamed face who's got his lips into a pout and staring at the wound on his knee. "kid bumped on a pothole. not his fault,"

eddie shakes his head and pulls a gauze out of his drawer, wrapping it around dustin's knee. "still. he might have broken his neck if it weren't for the muscle memory of his hand, y'know. don't do that again, henderson."

you take dustin's hand and inspect the one on his palm, cooing when he sniffles. you blow on his wound, eddie finishing up the bandaging on dustin's knee before he moves on to his left elbow.

"i'm sorry, eddie," dustin looks like a sad puppy, looking eight than fifteen for being scolded by the man he looks up to other than steve. eddie lets out a wry chuckle, fingers coming up to mess with his hair.

"'s alright. just scared me for a bit there," eddie looks at you for a brief moment before he's looking back at dustin. "tell you what, i'll buy you those knee pad things and a helmet. don't make me call your mom, henderson."

you dab on dustin's palm. "he just panicked because he fell two weeks ago on his bike, too. without the safety pads. which was why all he wore was long sleeves because he was embarrassed."

eddie jabs his elbow on your ribs. "snitch,"

"what? i'm just saying," dustin chuckles and kicks eddie a little.

"hypocrite," he tells him.

"hey, i'm not a hypocrite," eddie tuts at him. "how 'bout after this one, we'll fix your bike, yeah?"

the smile on dustin's face is contagious and adorable. your heart melts at eddie's softness towards the boy, and maybe you should buy him his own helmet, too.

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated <3

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[coffeeshub]

So.. idk why I had to post this out of the blue, after like,,, a year of being inactive

But well.. here you go

A Bucky Barnes drabble no one asked for and inspired by an instagram edit I can't find now. (If anyone finds it please tell me🫶🏼)

She's the flirty assistant therapist and he's just.. him

Warnings- Swearing and my writing

I ran through the halls as fast as my legs could take me. After missing the first five therapy sessions with the client, I doubt Dr. Raynor would be welcoming me with confetti and open arms. Especially if I'm running half an hour late.

In my defence, I was not trying to get laid with the guy from the bar yesterday. But he was cute, he approached me, was respectful yet charming and he had freaking dimples. Plus, I had busted my ass in the last few weeks for my medical exam. So I deserved the break.

As for the matter at hand now, I checked in with my card, nearly breaking the poor machine and turned around to reach for the 'therapy room'.

Suddenly my vision was blocked and I stumbled into something– someone. Of course, the floor had to be just wiped and wet. Of course, my foot slipped and small gasp rose in my throat when my body tilted backward of its own accord. I was two seconds away from falling on my ass when a hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me back up into a standing position.

My eyes were still shut tight, embracing the fall that never came. Thanks to the arm tightly wound around my waist. Someone's light breathing fanned my face softly and I opened my eyes to find a pair of light grey-blue eyes staring at me.

Holy shit.

My breath hitched. Dark, wavy, just the right length hair. A light stubble, eyes the color of ocean, faint veins visible on his neck as he gulped.

I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it before I could embarrass myself. He lightly bit his lip before his hand momentarily tightened around my waist and he released his hold on me, stepping back.

"Running late?" God, he had a sexy voice. He was looking at me, his face relaxed and a half smirk playing at his lips.

A loud bang echoed into the room, startling me. I looked back to see the receptionist giving off apolegic glances at everyone looking at her.

I snapped out of whatever haze I was into. The man was hot but having my ass whooped by Dr. Raynor was not. I cleared my throat and smiled slightly at him, muttering an awkward "Yeah no sorry, thank you."

I quickly rushed past him, brushing our hands while doing so. Damn that was such a hormone-y teenager move. What the fuck was wrong with me?

~~~

I all but barged into the 'therapy room', leaving the door open and expecting to find Dr. Raynor talking with- what was his damn name? James. James Barnes. But all I found was an annoyed looking Doctor, ready to leave, with no client in sight. She glanced at me at my grand entrance and huffed in annoyance. I tried my absolute fucking best to not let the smile slip as Dr. Raynor looked at me -at an weird angle- like an annoyed child.

"Finally decided to grace the room with your presence did you? Both of you?"

Both of us? I turned around to find—

My jaw almost dropped. The man from the hallway. He was looking at me with somewhat of a similar expression I must be giving him. But it quickly turned into a small smirk as his eyes roamed over me.

"Well, hello."

Was that for me or the doc? Who knows. I shrugged and turned back to her. Giving her an apologetic smile and a professional handshake. Which was just me buttering her up and she knew it. I normally wouldn't even give her a glance when I entered the office. We had a kinda friendly relationship that way.

"Doc! Long time no see. How are you?", I tried to cheer her up, giving her the sweetest smile I could muster up.

She just groaned, not falling for my antics. "We'll talk about this later. Bucky." She turned to him, giving him a pointed glare. "Thank you for showing up, I must say. Sit, let's just jump to the point now."

~~~

I couldn't concentrate. At all.

Dr. Raynor wasn't amused. At all.

Bucky didn't mind. At all.

In fact, he seemed to be even less interested in being here than me, if his staring and subtle flirting were any indication.

Dr. Raynor was rambling something about mixing with the outer world, getting out there, and stuff.

"You know," I prompted when she finished and there was an awkward pause. "I do agree with going out there, try having some fun, clubs, bars, fucks, etc, etc.."

The doctor glared at me, oh if looks could kill.

"Sorry, sorry. Unethical dancing venues, unrequited alcohol consumptions, sexual intercourses, etc, etc."

Bucky was looking at me with a smile on his face. He licked his lips slowly and oh god, if I didn't die right there.

Dr. Raynor opened her mouth, looking furious, but Bucky quickly cut her off. "You know, I'm actually kind of feeling better right now, maybe we could stop today's session here? I'll even give you the diary thing next time. I- uh I planned on banging a water park today with Sam, you know- uh, trying to get out there?"

She appeared to have gotten tired of our never ending antics today and just given up. We received a helpless nod.

~~~

"Quite a show, you put on there." Bucky smirked at me as we stepped out of the office together.

I just shrugged and smiled innocently back at him. If he was staring at me back inside, I wondered how I hadn't melted already with all the eye fucking he was doing right now. He knew what he was doing. But I was better.

"Well, technically, I wasn't wrong. Fucking is statistically proven to relieve stress."

"Is it now?" I felt something stir inside me at his tone. Damn it. Why did this man have to be this sexy?

"I'd love to have some options then, Ms. Therapist, do you happen to know anyone?"

"Maybe I do." I shrugged mysteriously. "What's your type, Mr. Barnes?"

"I dunno. Brunette hair, brown eyes, glasses, light freckles, tight jeans and a damn pikachu hoodie doesn't seem bad."

I almost blushed at his description of me. He wasn't smirking at me anymore. More like, assessing me. Damn his hotness.

"Tonight at 8, Apple Bees just down the street. I'm going with my friends if you can make it. Bye, Mr. Barnes." I rushed away before I lost my confidence.

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[plural-affirmations]

(you can totally leave this til whenever you have time honestly I need to get it out of my head as much as get feedback tbh)

Am I a bad person for breaking up with the old hosts boyfriend?

So. When we discovered the system, before I split, old host (we'll call them M) had a polycule of three people, a boyfriend (A) and a agender partner (K). When M felt ready they explained everything to A and K and let a few headmates introduce themselves. K was really nice and understanding, it didn't quite get the entire concept of plurality or fictives (which we have plenty of) but it was friendly and it's been great about asking questions to understand us better and even now still reads resources we send it for stuff it doesn't quite get.

A, uh.. Immediately started cracking jokes about our fictives. He was calling Shoto "knock off Zuko" and telling him to 'roast marshmallows for him', and threatening to send.. Italian mobsters.. After Hitoshi? Because 'Hitoshi is what Mario does to make Yoshi stick his tongue out'? M and Keith, our gatekeeper, both told him to knock it off, and he wasn't as outwardly bad for a while, but still didn't really interact with anyone else much.

Fast forward a bit and M went dormant, I became the new host. K was confused but understanding, it never made me feel bad for being here when M wasn't, and it still to this day talks to us plenty. (M is back but isn't allowed to front at home for reasons, we schedule dates sometimes where it can spend some time with them outside now) But A kind of just. Started acting really weird.

I don't remember a lot of the details here so sorry if it gets fuzzy.

I am an alterhuman in headspace, I was me one day and the next I woke up with cat ears and a tail. Still not sure how that happened but I've embraced it. A started making.. Not entirely safe for work jokes about it. That made me uncomfortable but he never really apologized? He also called me "the cat" like, in a very distant dehumanizing way?

He also uh. Blatantly misgendered someone, repeatedly, and then never apologized because 'his profile picture makes him look like a girl'.

I know there was more but it's all hazy. Eventually Keith sent him a long message that he had to start taking this stuff seriously and that he was treating us like a goofy game and not someone dealing with a lot of trauma that was struggling to hold everything together, told him he had to do some research and learn the ugly side of our disorder and stop acting like we're playing pretend. K directly offered to answer questions and help him figure it out better during the same conversation. But he basically ghosted us for a month after that, never said anything, never reacted when we tried to talk to him, just totally shut us out, so finally I messaged him like, "look I'm sorry but this is too much, I can't handle you in our life right now, I know I'm not M and maybe only they can dump you but as far as I'm concerned I don't want you around" and kicked him from our server/blocked him a few places. That was a few months ago and apparently he ghosted K at the same time, even though they were also dating and we never asked K to pick sides or stop seeing him?

Literally everyone I've talked to about this says I did the right thing and that it's his own fault for not being a safe person for us and not wanting to learn, and even typing it all out, I know I'm better off with him gone, but I can't shake feeling guilty. I didn't really choose to be host, the brain just kind of shoved me forward when M left and I had to roll with it, but I can't stop this feeling like everything I'm doing is destroying M's life and making everyone else miserable. I also had to cut off a friend that flat out fakeclaimed us, even though they'd been friends for years.

Idk I just feel like I'm a placeholder and eventually M is gonna want their body back and I'm gonna have completely torpedoed everything about their life.

(This is going to get long, apologies in advance.)

Hey, it's Solo typing right now. I was host for the first half of the year, and I had some really similar feelings about messing up Nix's life too. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Short answer: no, you're not a bad person for breaking up with him, he sounds like a complete asshole.

Long answer: you deserve to have someone in your life that'll treat you better than that, especially for (I'm assuming from context clues, sorry if I'm wrong) having traumagenic and/or disordered plurality that you quite literally cannot control. The jokes he made were extremely far out of line, and also super disrespectful, in my opinion.

That's not even touching on the fact that he was told at least once to quit, and decided to?? Fucking ghost you??? Nah, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. I'm really sorry if that comes across as rude. It's just, I hate seeing people like you being mistreated just for being a system. It's rife with ableism, it's hurtful to you, it's just... unacceptable. And he probably knew damn well what he was doing, because people who are actually decent wouldn't have left you in the dust as soon as they were called out for being awful.

Now, as far as the being afraid part... I relate really, really strongly to that. That's why I chose to come out and answer this ask, actually. Because, I wanted to tell you... you're not doing anything wrong.

I'll spare you the time and unnecessary details, but TL;DR is that Nix desperately needed a break for about a solid 6 months. So, I split, and I was immediately thrown into the driver's seat.

The entire time, I felt exactly the way you do. "What if he comes back and hates all the things I've done?". That sorta thing. But, it turns out, when he came back... all the changes I had made were for the better. I cut toxic people out, I went to therapy, etcetera. So, despite my fears, he was actually really, really appreciative and happy about it.

I can't guarantee things will be exactly the same way for you guys, but I do want to say that -- at least from where I'm sitting -- you're making changes for the better, too. Even if M comes back and doesn't necessarily agree with everything you've done, I don't think anyone can fault you for genuinely trying your best with what you were given, considering the circumstances.

Basically... give yourself some credit. It's going to be ok, and everything is going to work out eventually. That much I can promise.

Sorry this got so unbelievably lengthy, I tried to cut down on it, but I had a lot of thoughts. Please feel free to come back if you have absolutely anything else you want to add! You're always welcome here. ❤️

🖤💜💙💚💛

#answered #plural advice #not a request #solo.txt #i don't know what else to tag this as lol

[purekwon]

reasons why episode 6 of the eclipse series should not have been shown to me: a very serious, very rational, write up

[THE ECLIPSE SERIES EP 6 SPOILERS!]

so far, we've seen many tension-filled akkayan moments - whenever they get a whiff of that locker room air, or a feel of each other on the crash mat - but EPSIODE 6??!!?!!! i'd like to say i have no words but i'm afraid i cant hold my thoughts in any longer or i'll literally exothermic-reaction combust. let us begin...

the all-revealing scene

even tho this scene is a lead on from ep 5, it still made me sit up with shock. the anticipation and the tense atmosphere when aye discovers the truth behind so many happenings and akk's visible panic to find out he's been uncovered is just the perfect combo in this scene. and even tho aye has just found out damaging information, instead of throwing akk under the bus, he helps him hide from teacher sani. it's the way he constantly protects akk, despite the circumstances, that never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet. and omg the tension?? through the roof. I WAS SO HAPPY AYE WAS THE ONE TO FIND AKK (but also anxious)

2. the firepit scene

"akk! look into my eyes. nothing is the best. you can't carry all the school problems on your shoulder. do you get it?" "but i must do it! if i can't, everyone will be disappointed in me." "screw those people!"

now this pushed me to my limit. we hoped for affection and we got emotional vulnerability, on both sides. akk with his hero complex, breaking down in tears before aye (aka the only person i've seen him be this unguarded around), and ayan crying after seeing akk so tormented by the good-boy persona he's trying to maintain. honestly, tears rimmed my eyes bc i FELT for both of them during the peak of this scene. aye holding akk's face to calm him and akk just allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of him.. it just UGH

3. their quiet yet LOUD moment

this scene bro. when i tell you i squealed when aye got all flirty n shit and the way akk was just LETTING him do this until they got caught (eyeroll). we see a clear change from the first episodes where akk would immediately push aye away or escape the situation where as now, he seems to accept and almost.. yearn for it? wtv it was, it made want to push their heads together and give us all what we've been ever so patiently waiting for. the way aye has the ability to be flirty while being accusing of akk is genuinely attractive. idc.

4. my final effing straw

THE NIGHTMARE TROPPEEE HELLL YEAAHHHH best trope going i swear. the way akk instantly comforted aye with a hug and was the first to lean in for a kiss for once??? the way they've become so fond of one another is just entirely tender and warm and i so thoroughly enjoyed this scene that i replayed it at least 3 times. he didn't hesitate to make sure ayan felt safe during the nightmare and neither did he pull away when aye leant in for the kiss.

the safe aura this scene encapsulates is just immaculate and first and khaotung couldn't have done a better job at executing it. akk finally caved and wasn't forced into doing so, he did it voluntarily, of his own free will. he wanted to kiss aye. he wanted to make him feel safe in his arms and protect him from his nightmare. i love them. i really do. i'm happy this was the way they shared their first proper kiss, with mutual pining after a long day and in the comforts of akk's dorm bed. so homely it gives me butterflies DKDJHDJKS

this scene reminds me of leith ross' - We'll Never Have Sex "Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me Not to take me home It was simple, it was sweetness It was good to know"

but anyways.. that concludes this vent for now. in short, this episode should've been kept from my view because idk how im gonna cope when the series ends! 😃

#the eclipse #i want to scream #they are so special to me #I WANT EPISODE 6 ENGRAVED INTO MY MIND FOREVER #first khaotung #akk aye #akk ayan #thai bl #im too soft for this #nightmare trope #idk how tags work #the eclipse series #ayanakk #the eclipse meta #the eclipse episode 6 #the eclipse series spoilers #eclipse series

[kinnspocketporsche]

Hello it's me with Thing Two again (there will probably be Thing Three later on, I'm still processing the finale, sorrrryyyyy).

Thing Two: do you think they will break up (like with the intention of it being permanent) at some point and what would happen if they did?

So with the question still being up in the air about them being codependent or not, how would this play out? Like I said in Thing One, I think Vegas' "I'll be alright with it if you leave" (or however he put it, I'm hungry and too lazy to look it up) had two meanings where the second was if you leave now I'll survive (but if you stay and leave later I won't). Vegas, the murderous man he is, has not had it easy (*slaps Vegas* this bad boy can fit so much trauma in it). He's finally found someone who can understand him and love him back and he's like 6-year-old me and extravagent polly pocket ball gowns: he wants it so so bad. But he's also so scared of being hurt because to love is to be hurt (at some point down the line, either by the ending of a relationship or separation [like by death]) and he can't take one more person or thing he loves leaving him (hedgehog flashback). He's basically giving himself and Pete an out: if Pete leaves, he will survive and (eventually) move forward, if Pete stays he will let himself love Pete and be loved by Pete so completely and he will be extremely vulnerable that if Pete does one day leave it might just end him. So... is this codependency or trauma or a bit of both?

For me, it comes across as codependency stemming from trauma because it reminds me a lot of codependent relationships I had (had? have? idk at this point, not romantic but still codependent). When you finally find someone to give your whole heart to, you are vulnerable, but when they don't hurt you, you experience the "good(?)" side of codependency (if there is one, I feel like the "good" side only makes the bad side much much worse). That other person (or people) makes you happy and sometimes you live only for them and if (apart from the codependency part) you have a good relationship, you only ever experience problems when you get to the "bad" side of codependency. Like separation, for example. Sometimes you can even feel like you don't know who you are when you are without the other person (or people) for longer than short periods of time. You don't just want them with you, you need them with you. The scene in ep 13 of VP reminded me of myself. In the bar, Pete is trying to act like he's all fine but he's an empty shell at this point and he only starts to feel some semblance of being a person when he sees Vegas.

Sorry for another essay 😬 but I'm curious to see what you agree with and don't agree with.

Also, I'm not a psych major at all so feel free to call bs at any time, this is all just based off of my personal experiences and conversations with others about similar experiences.

Sorry again for the long af ask!

~MA

Trigger warning for discussions of trauma, abuse, and self-harm.

Part 1

Alright this is a tough one. Pete at the bar was having a rough time - to me it could go either way. Was he devastatingly sad? Yes. Would he have gotten over Vegas with time? We'll never know.

Before I get into anything else - I just want to say that personal experiences are extremely valid and valuable when we enter these kinds of discussions. I put them on par with the so called, academically-informed "expert" opinions, especially considering how flawed modern science is when it comes to humans and mental health. In my practice the phrase "the client knows themself best" is one that I hold very dear, and that applies to this, too - although none of us are Vegas/Pete, the way we read these characters is personal and IMO there's no strict right or wrong.

I again want to look more at their issues as individuals than strictly through the lens of their relationship. Pete is a character I struggle to understand fully, but I could see his response being a typical breakup response. I just don't know. Time is a big indicator when it comes to mental health for this reason. And I don't have a baseline for him - I'm not convinced that he was okay before Vegas entered his life, and I doubt whatever struggles he was facing before have been magically resolved with a little bit of torture and love confessions.

As far as I can tell, Pete isn't going to Vegas because he feels like he needs him - but that's just my intuition, and maybe it's me being overly hopeful again. The fact that Pete doesn't seem to want Vegas to "need" him is reassuring to me to a degree - but again, Pete is just hard for me to read.

"he's also so scared of being hurt because to love is to be hurt... and he can't take one more person or thing he loves leaving him (hedgehog flashback)"

I love the way you worded this. It's so accurate. It also strikes me as a very valid and plausible fear for someone who grew up and lives among the mafia. What will differentiate things for them moving forward is how much Vegas imposes this fear on Pete. He could end up locking him up again to keep him safe, or he and Pete could find healthy ways to cope with their traumas and related triggers together - like talking things through - or he could land somewhere in the middle.

One of the things that I hope most for Vegas in season 2 (should we get one) is friendships. I want him to develop the friendship with Porsche and to talk with his cousins. I hope Pete maintains his friendships with his ex-coworkers, too. They need to have support systems outside of each other, that's going to be part of maintenance for them.

They've also both been shown to have self-destructive tendencies. This certainly has the potential to make the relationship unhealthy - but it depends very much on how it is managed. Please just let them both get some therapy 🙏

Do I think they'll break up? As a viewer, I hope not - breakups just aren't my cup of tea - but I could see it happening and I could see it being a good call for them and their development. Off the top of my head, what I'd love from them is a steady relationship with ups and downs. Like maybe when they have rough days they'll take some time away from each other, but they'll be comfortable knowing that they're still a family no matter what. I imagine it still being hard on both of them, but to me that would go a long way to demonstrate that they're still maintaining their individuality and prioritizing their own mental wellbeing.

It's a fine line. If someone asked me if I could live without my family, it would be a hard call, and I don't think that makes the relationship an unhealthy one. Humans need people. We need love, on a physical level. It's always a certain degree of balancing who we are with/for our loved ones and who we are as individuals. But that's why we need relationships of all kinds - friendships, families, significant others. Pete and Vegas are currently extremely isolated, and that's what I think I need to see change next for them. That's the current issue I think they're facing. I think - I hope - their past the manipulation, but until they're less alone they will need each other, and that's too heavy a burden to maintain. They cannot just have each other.

Again, hope this answers your questions! Do let me know if I missed anything because I am honestly still stunned from the last episode and feel a bit out of it. Thank you again for sending these asks, they are an absolute joy to answer and really got my brain going!

#vegas x pete #pete saengtham #vegaspete #vegaspete meta #vegas theerapanyakul #kp meta #kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche the series #winnie's words #meta #winnie's answers #tw trauma #tw abuse #kp ep 14 #kpts ep 14 #kinnporsche episode 14 #kinnporsche analysis #tw self harm

[convexicalcrow]

Dealing with having the 'rona has been mostly unproductive, but the last couple of days I've wanted to play minecraft again. I wasn't up to continuing the work on the cathedral yet bc I'm still trying to work out how to do the details on the front towers, so I thought I'd finally move the five villagers from their temporary little shack and into a proper building. It's arguably not much of a blacksmith's building, but it is what it is lol. Still needs interiors, but they're all moved in now and have a lot more space for themselves now. It gave me the chance to finally tear down that old shack and make some more farmland.

Before that, I did some work on the mine entrance that's below where this building sits. I felt like it was time to pretty it up and stop having janky staircases cut into the sides of the rocks lol. So I made proper staircases down to the xp grinder and to the branch mine.

I want to add in some texture to the stone and add back in some of the moss and azalea bushes that used to decorate the place as well as some more decoration, but I'm much happier with this now.

This isn't directly inspired by fWhip's quarry in his hardcore series, but I liked the idea of turning this area, where my mine entrance is, into something better.

And this is my little starter area where I first lived when I moved here. It was a natural cave that I carved out a small area into for storage and I lived there until I built my actual starter house.

This was where my chests used to be, and I'd always imagined doing something with this empty space one day, and now it holds a small furnace array, a bed, and some small storage space, and links through to the mine entrance.

This is now the route down to the cave floor. I widened the staircase and made a more proper way down to the floor. Before this, it was literally down a staircase I carved into the wall on the right in the bottom picture. Also I can't go much higher for that first platform bc there's a flooded cave right above me lol.

This leads down to the spawner. I forgot to screenshot it, but in the left photo, if you turn right there on the diorite, you'll find the staircase down to the branch mine. There's nothing particularly spectacular about it, it's just a plain staircase down, with a break in the middle where I started chasing an iron vein.

And this is the new staircase down to the floor where the xp farm is. I should probably do a more visible entrance for that as it really just is a hole in the floor lol. The dungeon was down a little windy cave and I've used that for the entrance. I really like the transition layer between regular stone and deepslate, I think it looks really pretty. I may texture it up a little more, since for the most part, everything is either stone or deepslate while I decide how I want to add texture.

My plan for the branch mines is to widen and heighten the main tunnels and build something nice down there. I may also put a mini smelter array down there as well. I've considered a rail system as well, to take stuff back to the surface, but idk we'll see.

Also this was all triggered by Cub's last episode where I finally got inspired about what to do with my very broken first unenchanted diamond pickaxe to honour its service. It's down there on the floor for now, but it'll be somewhere more special later on once I get working on the design down there. I also have an amethyst farm down there as well that I want to do something pretty with other than just have the amethyst buds sitting there carved out of the stone.

Also I have finally caved and decided that I am going to have to do a Bdubs and ride everywhere bc my base is just so. long. omg. XD It's faster to ride to the fishing shack to get fish to tame a cat than it is to walk lol. I did bag myself another Jellie cat though! :D

Oh. And I finally put efficiency iv on my silk touch pick. Which, okay, it's not eff v, but hey, it had no efficiency at all before now, so. XD It's a vast improvement.

#minecraft builds #java solo world #blacksmith building #housing villagers #making a quarry #mine entrances #infrastructure #villa hekatea

[tuiyla]

this is kind of random, but poking around on the glee subreddit recently, I saw quite a few names from people I recognize from tumblr. And I'm just kind of curious what the final straw was for you finally giving up on that place? I think for me, it was their Pollyanna-ish need to sugarcoat how ugly things became bts. I mean, those people will still lose their minds if it's suggested it wasn't "scheduling conflicts" that kept Dianna out of the The Quarterback or that Lea/Naya weren't besties.

Oh kind of random is my jam. I've talked briefly about leaving the sub before but I guess this is my opportunity to fully ponder. Tell all! *NOT* clickbait: why I left the sub! Lmao

I wanna reflect on your final straw first because I find it interesting. It's not something I ever paid much attention to but you're apt with the Pollyanna-ish need. On the one hand, I get it when people are fed up with discussions around BTS drama and the lives of real people that we'll never get to know the intricacies of and the full truth. On the other, such is the nature of forums that popular topics will get rehashed and people will have differing opinions. My problem was with the users who'd be so quick to dismiss everything and it was like they wanted to shut all discussions down. Idk if it's still the case now, but if you were on the sub last year you know what I'm talking about. And it's like, dude, just block the thread of something you don't have to engage. Buuut I also get what it's like when you look at every second post and thread and feel like blocking them. The sub becomes not such a great place to be at that point.

So, interesting point, but my final straw was a little different. If I had to pinpoint one exact thing then, well, I guess I could but it feeds into larger problems so I'll explain those too. One thing that broke the camel’s back? IIRC, I took a bit of a break at the end of last year and when I checked the sub again I saw what was not the first but not even the third or fifth post that basically boiled down to “Santana deserved to eb outed/Finn wasn’t THAT wrong” or something of the sort. I cannot emphasize enough that I firmly believe this is the single worst Glee take to have and I genuinely have no interest in talking to anyone who holds that view. At best they’re incredibly ignorant. And I got tired, you know? And this is where I started to see this was part of a larger problem, because like I said this was far from the first time I had to see that with my own two eyes. That is the nature of a forum and I used to appreciate that, the discussion, the engagement. But it’s different from a platform like tumblr where you can curate your own experience.

The joke goes, fandom is you and the five people you haven’t yet blocked. And though that’s obvious hyperbole, the older I get the more I vibe with it. I got tired of so many users on the sub and started blocking more and more. Not for sharing opinions, no, but for their behaviours and style. It got incredibly repetitive, which, makes sense for a fandom that’s so old and inactive. But I feel like there’s so much to explore when it comes to Glee and fewer and fewer of those convoc were happening on there. That’s a big thing, no actual convos anymore. Just those elimination games, oh god. And not to be a hypocrite because I myself conducted one but that was what made me realize how they’re no substitute for things I actually enjoy about fandom. It wasn’t a great experience organizing the Solos Showdown, tbh, and that came down to users. Not to shit on all of the sub because there were and am sure are wonderful peeps on there. I miss quite a few of them. But on a platform like Reddit, on a forum, you have to deal with it all and I just didn’t want to anymore.

Another thing is that I had been wanting to take a break from the sub for a long while before I actually did but I felt stuck with it if I wanted to be part of the Glee fandom. There was a period of time I really, really enjoyed on there but it was relatively brief and after that I just stuck around because, for some reason that is now beyond me, I thought Gleek tumblr was all but dead. It’s the great luck of things that just as I finally started withdrawing from the sub because the overall bad vibes were too much that I magically found Glee tumblr. I had been following a handful of people but, seemingly all of a sudden, in December 2021 it was like something clicked. I still don’t know why to this day but I just, started getting asked about Glee. And started a wonderful opportunity to be able to talk about Glee in a different way with different people and start putting thoughts together more cohesively. I also got back into giffing (hugely thanks to @sohoseance‘s Paintbox project, shoutout 💖) which is so unique to tumblr and was another reason to become more active on here.

Once I was active with Glee things on tumblr, it was over for the sub. Why stay on there and constantly roll my eyes when I can just chill here, curate my fandom experience, hang with the two dozen or so people I know won’t have outrageous and blood-boiling things to say? Opinions can differ and I have much love for mutuals with different faves but they won’t be regurgitating the same old shit. I’ve always been a tumblr fandom girlie ant the sub just feels like a detour I briefly took in 2021. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for a lot of things. The sub basically saved my sanity in 2021 and there were wonderful users on there, some of whom I now call friends. I did my singing statistics series on there, which I for some reason still hesitate to migrate onto tumblr. I liked the forum aspect of reddit for a brief while there and I liked some discussions. But it’s ultimately a different platform and one that I don’t think is sustainable for how fandoms, for me personally.

I’m sure the answer is in there somewhere, but TL;DR the final straw was realizing that I’d always have to deal with shit on the sub and the good wasn’t outweighing the bad anymore, not nearly. And because I found a community on here, I no longer felt like the sub was my only option for fandom needs.

#glee subreddit #been a while since someone asked me about the sub! #i don't mind it's just curious #anon #nonglee asks #glee fandom

[linawritesocs]

minnie's voicelines + lesson chats!

still working on everyone's voicelines and chats! hayden is next, hehe 👀👀 i'm also thinking of making seth's voicelines and chats, even though he's my mc.. i just think it would be cute and idk what content i can make for him rn 😭😭 and about minnie's role in twst: i think she would be like seth's sidekick in a way (she would never call herself that though)? look at my boy, he's got a cat AND a cute mouse girl as sidekicks >:D and it sure is fun to imagine him as mc/player character when i'm writing voicelines

[ minnie's voicelines ]

if you choose to hold her hand (tutorial):

"seriously, how can you be so irresponsible? hurry up, i don't want to know what that guy in a raven mask will do to us if we're late."

level up:

"i don't have any magic powers, but at least i have my brains and that already makes me better than some nrc students."

"i didn't expect you to know so much about this topic. now that's embarrassing, i'm supposed to be the smarter one here."

"we're finally done here- wait, where did grim go? ugh, just how can you be so patient with someone like him?"

level up max:

"i actually think that we already are as good as other nrc students, even if we're "magicless humans". if we weren't that good, they wouldn't ask us for help all the time."

episode level up:

"i can't believe i'm saying this, but.. you're a surprisingly reliable person. maybe crowley was right and him making you a prefect wasn't a bad idea- DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!"

limit break:

"there's no time to waste! we still have so much to work on, don't you want to impress other students with your new skills? w-why do you think i'm the one who wants to impress them??"

groovy:

"see? this is what happens when you work hard enough! do you still want to laze around and do nothing all day?"

lesson lines (before lesson):

"the fact that grim can use magic and we can't.. no, i don't want to think about it, it makes me too angry."

"i don't think this magic-related stuff will be useful to us, but we don't know for how long we'll have to stay in this world. we should learn as much about twisted wonderland as we can."

"can you at least try paying more attention in class? if you do, we can go and get milkshakes later. i think it would be a nice reward.. for me, at least."

lesson start:

"now, everyone, don't you think of slacking off! "

lesson end:

"hehe, i got a good grade~"

battle start:

"do i also have to take part in this?" *sigh* "you really can't do anything without me."

battle win:

"so, how do you feel about getting beat by someone who can't use magic?"

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

[ minnie's lesson chats ]

[ the only magicless humans in this school ]

"i hate that so many other students are looking down on us simply because we don't have magic abilities."

"especially that one green-haired guy who never shuts his mouth.."

"just who do they think they are? sure, maybe they know more about magic and this world, but we're just as strong and smart as them!.. well, i definitely am, i don't know about you though."

"you're not worried about it at all? seriously? don't you want to prove them wrong and make them pay for what they said about us?"

"do you remember what ace said when we first met him? do you remember him making fun of us? i wanted to punch him so badly- wait, no, i still want to punch him."

"yeah, there's a lot of guys i want to punch."

"but that's not the point! i just think you should stop letting them say all that stuff about you. sure, you're an idiot, but you shouldn't allow them call you one."

"am i the only one who's allowed to call you that?.. hm, maybe."

"i'm calling you an idiot only because i want you to improve and become a better person! i believe that you have a hidden potential, you're just too lazy to do something with it."

"i mean, you're good at sewing, baking, drawing.. i was very surprised when i found out you have so many hobbies."

"so yeah, you're already better than that lazy lion."

"now, let's go and show them what we can do. we'll definitely become the greatest magicians in this school! no, the whole twisted wonderland!"

"d-did i sound like grim just now? ugh, you really had to ruin the mood like this?"

[ my collection of dolls ]

"hey, um.. thanks for helping me fix emily's dress. i didn't expect you to help me out of all people."

"to be honest, it actually looks even better now.. no, i didn't say anything!"

"oh, you want to know more about my dolls collection?" *clears her throat* "w-well, it's not like i've been waiting for this moment.."

"i was interested in dolls since i was a child and i got one for every holiday: my birthday, halloween, christmas.."

"well, it was like this until that man left us."

"my dolls remind me of a better time in my life, you know? before everything went to hell and all.."

"huh? why do my dolls like this? what do you mean?"

".. are you saying they're ugly?"

"because if you are, i will make my daughters kill you in your sleep."

"oh, you just wanted to say they look unique? i see.."

"you thought i'm gonna believe you? you're just another guy who thinks my dolls are scary!"

"and you know what? i'm glad to hear it! i asked my parents to buy me creepy dolls on purpose, so that they could protect me from monsters under my bed."

"and now they protect me from stupid guys like you and other nrc students."

"and my brother too."

[ why i don't get along with guys ]

*sigh* "now what? what do you need from me this time?"

".. you want to know why i hate male students so much?"

"w-why, it's because all of them are idiots, of course!"

"look around. all of them are either lazy, dumb, rude or just insane. and it's not just nrc students, rsa is full of weirdos too and you know it!"

"you remember that guy who's obsessed with knives, right?"

"yeah, and he looked so innocent too.. that's why i can't trust them!"

"they're just gonna hurt me again.."

"why i don't mind your company though? wait, who said i don't mind it?? you're, like, one of the biggest idiots in this school!"

"it's just.. i'm pretty much forced to deal with you, so there's no point in complaning. we share the same dorm, i have no other choice!"

"it would be nice to live in a different dorm, like heartslabyul or pomefiore, but mr. raven mask won't allow it."

"well, i can somewhat tolerate heartslabyul and pomefiore students! if we're not counting the weird ones."

".. i just realized that these dorms have a lot of weird members."

"anyway, the reason why i can't be friends with guys is none of your business. just don't annoy me, okay? and then, maybe, i will tell you the truth."

*thinking* "i just don't want him to think of me as a dumb girl with daddy issues.."

[ a crocodile and a mouse ]

sebek: "minnie! we have to discuss the way you've been treating the young master!"

minnie: *thinking* "here we go again.."

minnie: "oh, i'm sorry for not kissing his feet whenever he enters the room. i promise i'm gonna do that next time."

minnie: "you thought i'll say that? i couldn't care less about that guy."

minnie: "maybe he's the greatest magician in twisted wonderland, but he means literally nothing to me, someone from a different world."

sebek: "HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT?"

minnie: "BECAUSE I CAN! AS I SAID, HIS OPINION IS NOTHING TO ME!"

minnie: "i don't care about your opinion too, by the way."

sebek: "i should've expected something like this from you.. you're just a human, you would never understand just how great young master is."

sebek: "now, if only you could listen to me-"

minnie: "and i don't really want to."

sebek: ".. eh?"

minnie: "i don't want to understand his greatness or anything like that. i'm not interested."

sebek: "b-but-"

sebek: "you can't just ignore young master's existence like this!"

minnie: "oh well, i'm trying my best."

minnie: "now, if you'll excuse me."

sebek: *thinking* ".. does she really find young master that boring?"

sebek: *thinking* "she truly has no respect for him.."

[ since when we were best friends? ]

ace: "hey, minnie! how are you doing on this fine evening?"

minnie: "what do you want from me, ace?"

ace: "come on, we're literally bffs! why are you always assuming i need something from you?"

minnie: "ace, you're making fun of me every time you get the opportunity. should i remind you about our first meeting?"

minnie: "no, actually, should i remind you about every single time we talked to each other?"

ace: "well, i'm sorry, your reactions are just too entertaining!"

ace: *trying not to laugh* "especially when your face becomes all red, you look just like the dorm leader-"

minnie: "ACE!"

ace: "okay, okay, i'll stop. so, uh.."

ace: ".. can i copy your magical history homework?"

minnie: "wait a minute, you're asking me for help? "a human who can't use magic and doesn't know anything about it"?"

minnie: "wow, is your situation that bad?"

ace: "stop it! you're the only person i can rely on right now!"

ace: "do you really think other students who are at least somewhat smart would help me?"

ace: "sure, i could ask trey-senpai, but he also has his limits. i should stop relying on him all the time."

minnie: "and why are you so sure that i would be okay with helping you?"

ace: "because we're best friends?.."

minnie: "since when?"

ace: "i'll do anything, minnie, just help me out this one time, okay??"

minnie: ".. okay."

minnie: "but first, you have to get down on your knees and apologize for everything you said to me in the past!"

ace: "haha, that's a good one! now, about the homework-"

minnie: "come on, hurry up. i can't hear you apologizing."

ace: "wait, you're actually serious about this??"

[ out of all the students, you're the one to respect me? ]

minnie: *thinking* "ugh, i don't want to deal with this lion guy right now."

minnie: *thinking* "just leave and hope that he doesn't notice you.."

leona: "hm? ah, it's you, little mouse."

minnie: "what did you just call me?"

leona: "you didn't hear anything. so, what did you want?"

leona: "make it quick, i want to go back to sleep as soon as i can."

minnie: ".. i can't reach that shelf."

minnie: "and i need that one book about magic analytics."

leona: "you're trying to understand magic even though you can't use it?"

minnie: "shut up and get the book for me."

minnie: *thinking* "he's definitely not gonna get it. he's too lazy for that, he's gonna come up with some kind of excuse or he'll just ignore me-"

leona: "okay. i'll do it, if you promise to leave me alone right after that."

minnie: "HUH??"

leona: "why are you so surprised? i'm doing you a favor and i'm asking for one in return, what's so weird about it?"

minnie: "n-no, it's just.. fine. i didn't want to sit in the same room as you anyway."

leona: "you're blushing, by the way."

minnie: "GET THAT BOOK FOR ME ALREADY!"

minnie: *thinking* "and here i thought that he wasn't actually that bad.."

[ maybe if you were a bit nicer.. ]

minnie: "um.."

avery: ".. hey, you need something? you've been staring at me for a while."

minnie: "what, you have a problem with that?"

avery: "wh- of course i do! would you like it if i looked at you like this for several minutes??"

minnie: "no, i would literally kill you if you did that."

avery: "see? now, did you need something from me?"

minnie: ".. flowers."

avery: "can you speak louder? i can't hear you-"

minnie: "I SAID I NEED YOUR HELP WITH FLOWERS!"

avery: "I JUST ASKED YOU TO SPEAK LOUDER, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME!"

minnie: "so, i tried to get into gardening because i thought it would be fun and.."

minnie: *thinking* "i thought it would be cool if i ended up being better at it than you."

avery: "and? you need my advice or something?"

minnie: "..."

avery: "you know i can't help you if you don't say what happened, right?"

minnie: ".. my plant died the next day."

avery: "..."

avery: "how? no, actually, what did you do to make it die so quickly??"

minnie: "I DON'T KNOW, THAT'S WHY I'M ASKING YOU FOR HELP!"

minnie: "BUT YOU'RE JUST LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M STUPID-"

avery: "WELL, I CAN'T EXACTLY CALL YOU A GENIUS FOR KILLING YOUR PLANT SO EASILY!"

avery: *trying to calm himself down* "fine. just show me the plant, maybe i can figure out what went wrong."

minnie: "really? thank you- ahem, well, i'm glad you decided to make yourself useful for once."

avery: "FOR ONCE??"

minnie: *laughs* "okay, okay, you're actually a bit more useful than those other guys."

minnie: "honestly, if it wasn't for your personality, i wouldn't mind hanging out with you"

avery: ".. same goes for you."

minnie: "what did you say?"

avery: "nothing, just show me the plant already."

#wow the topic of seth and minnie not being able to use magic show up a lot #ALSO YES I STILL LOVE EUREKA BUT. BUT SETH IS MY MC AND I WANTED HIM TO BE A PREFECT AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE SENSE.. #so. yeah it means in this universe it's possible that allen was in love with him too. does it go for avery as well? probably #so i'll be writing voicelines and chats with seth as mc from now on :) oh boy am i excited for hayden's voicelines #also i've been wanting to write minnie + leona and minnie + ace interactions for a while.. it was so fun #the mouse girlboss: minnie #beauty with self grown thorns: avery

[isabunbun]

Tags (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

Summary: You were The Winter Soldier's mission that he didn't want to finish. But someone else did.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x The Winter Soldier

Warnings: Hard Angst, Mention's of D3ath.

Disclaimer! This is like a mix of Winter Soldier and Bucky Barnes ff, i think of them as two different people so yeah (i mean obviously they are) . Idk how that works out here. But they're both in on this story.

☆☆☆

Risk.

It's all there is in your situation.

But you have trust. in him that is.

It's been officially 5 months after he took you and hid you away from HYDRA.

You were his mission that he didn't finish. And so HYDRA is out to hunt you both.

Let's just say you've captured his whole self.

It all began when he first met you and was out to finish you off, but he didn't know what went through him.

Seeing you, not even bothering to fight for your life, just telling him to 'finish you off', took a toll on him.

And that's how it ended with you guys. Him taking you into hiding, taking care of you and without knowing, falling in love with you.

The Winter Soldier. In love with you. or maybe, it was really Bucky all along.

In those 5 months with him, you've learnt a lot of things about him.

And how you feel bad about what happened to him.

All you wanted was to run away with him.

And that's what you both planned to do.

All the late night talks led to the plan where you both will go to Romania, and start off there.

Start fresh.

Until one day, coming back from the market with a worry some look on his face, he runs to you.

HYDRA had found him.

And is going to take him back.

They were right outside your hideout and he had to tell you something before heading off.

"I'm coming back for you. I'm sorry. But I promise you, with all my heart, I will come back for you."

He whispers as he holds both of your hands.

He fished something out of his pockets.

It was his military tags.

"Here. So you'd know i'd come back for you. I'll come back and we'll run away okay? Me and you. Our plan." he says as he puts the tags on your neck.

You hold the tags and look up to his eyes, lips forming a smile.

Tears in your eyes but you were holding a smile. You softly nod at him.

He hugs you so ever tightly.

"I love you. I'm sorry i didn't get to say it sooner. But it's a start yeah? No matter what, I'll come and find you. We'll go somewhere only we know. As long as we're both alive, we'll meet again."

"I love you, Bucky." you whisper genuinely into the hug.

And with that he left.

As much as you're happy to know he loved you back, you can't help but feel your heart break.

It hurt so bad that it made you feel sick to your gut.

It hurt so bad to know that you won't get to run away with him and live a happy life together. That your love for each other just wasn't enough. That you couldn't save him. Your love for each other that had just yet to start but can't be finished.

Why?

Because you knew you'll never get to see him again.

Because HYDRA actually found you before they found him.

And after getting him back, they were the ones to finish you off.

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One day.

That's how fast he managed to escape.

Just to be with you.

But seeing HYDRA already there where your hideout was before him, feared him.

The Winter Soldier in fear.

"Wondered why you just had to come back, Soldat." A HYDRA worker said.

Walking closer to The Winter Soldier, he grabs his hand and places something with the other.

"очень жаль." (too bad) he whispers.

The Winter Soldier looks down on his hand and felt his throat tighten up.

Mouth agape as he chocked on saliva.

Tears forming in his eyes.

Anger building up.

He looked to see his tags.

His now bloody tags.

And you were now gone.

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Hope you guys liked this one!! Despite it being angsty. I teared up while making this one. We can always work out another story, like perhaps the reader being alive or smthng? Tell me guys your thoughts, questions, anything please!! I don't continue/ give 2nd parts/ sequels to a story if no one asks for it ( •᷄ - •᷅ ) Thank You for reading!! ♡

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[happysoldlady]

Coney Island - Nestor Oceteva

a/n: this is a lot longer than the others because I got a little carried away. also this song is top 5 from evermore, argue with the wall. I couldn't decide which lyrics to use, they're all too good. I might do a part two to this? idk I kinda like the storyline. y'all can shit all over my dreams if you wish lol.

part 2 link

warnings: idk everything? heavy, problematic drinking, violence, suggestive conversation, angst!!!!

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"Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?"

The longer you stare into the abyss of a lonely house, you can't help but wonder how you got here. Consumed by what? Love? Lust? Greed? You met Nestor at a time in your life where you needed someone to take care of you, and now, sitting alone in the house the two of you put so much of yourselves into, you can't figure out who that person was.

It's only midnight and you've been doing this long enough to know that Nestor won't be home for another couple hours. So you sit back into the couch, glass of wine in hand, sipping a generous amount before letting out a quiet sigh. You don't bother turning on the television, knowing you won't pay attention to anything on it anyway. Nothing could possibly distract you from the fact that the man you love has been absent for the better part of a year, and you've allowed it.

Allowing it has been easier than walking away. You've invested too much of yourself into this, and walking away feels more like a betrayal to yourself than anything else. Meeting him for the first time all those years ago seems like a fever dream. Something that happened in another lifetime, and now you're stuck in this one, desperately trying to grasp onto something, anything to hold on to the life you once shared that you'd do anything to get back.

You can see it like it was yesterday. You were working at a shop your grandmother owned late one night, wiping down the counters following a particularly rowdy group of teenagers. You sold treats: ice cream, brownies, fudge, etc. It was just something part-time to do while you figured out your next move, but honestly, you kind of enjoyed it. The shop door chimed just as you were rounding back around the counter to toss the dirty rag in the back. You had to do a double take when you looked up as you saw none other than Miguel Galindo and his men standing in the lobby. All dressed in suits, sunglasses resting on their noses, looking expensive overall. You cleared your throat, giving them all a warm smile.

"Hi," You squeaked out, avoiding eye contact with the infamously cocky Miguel. "What can I get for you?"

"My son loves your butterscotch soft serve. Can I just get a scoop of that maybe in a cup? He's only two." Miguel says politely, adjusting the cufflinks of his sleeve.

You nod, "Yeah of course, any toppings or anything?"

Miguel looks at you like the question takes him off guard. "Uh, I guess not."

You nod, and then get to work. You slide the cup of ice cream over toward him, sticking a spoon in it, and grabbing a napkin.

"Can I get anything else for you guys?" You end up making eye contact with the guy standing near the tables in, behind Miguel. The only one besides Miguel that wasn't wearing sunglasses, although you weren't complaining. The man was very attractive. His tongue darts out his bottom lip as he makes eye contact with you, his back stiffening.

"Actually, yes. My wife comes in here a lot, and she gets some sort of fudge. I don't know if you still have it. A coconut white chocolate something?" Miguel asks, eyes dancing over the fudge flavors. You smile and nod.

"Yeah, it's seasonal but I think we may have some in the back. Give me just a second." You say before scurrying, kicking yourself for not asking how much he wanted. You lean back around the door, "I've got 2 pounds left."

He nods curtly, "We'll take all of it."

Once his fudge is wrapped up, you ring him up, wishing him well. As they're leaving, the man you made eye contact with before lingers, giving you a once over, then making his way out the door. Days later, you've almost completely forgot about the encounter, you see a rather familiar pair of braids stroll into your shop, and the rest is history.

As the clock ticks, you end up just drinking straight from the bottle. The fuss and the fight have left you once and for all. After all, you figure, there's no need to pretend like you aren't going to drink the entire bottle anyway. And then Nestor will come home, notice, and you'll tell him to wipe the worry off his face. You're not entirely sure that he could fix it even if he cared enough to want to.

"And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon? Did I close my first around something delicate? Did I shatter you?"

Nestor dreads going home. And it's not solely because you don't look at him with the same fire in your eyes anymore. But he just really hates to see you drinking yourself into a stupor every night because of a life he can't get out of either.

He loves you. That much has always been true. He's adored you from the moment your eyes connected in that ice cream shop, and in that regard, nothing's changed. But there was nothing he could do to stop the ever changing circumstances around him. His life belonged to the Galindo cartel, and it didn't matter how much he hated watching you succumb to the darkness of it, he still had a job to do. His loyalties lied with them no matter how much he loved you.

So, yeah, he fucking hated going home. And as he walks toward the front door, he wonders what flavor of wine you've chosen to drown in tonight.

"Y/N? Mi amor?" He calls, unloading his pockets and turning the safety on his handgun. He hears you before he sees you. The deep breath, and then your unsteady feet.

Your hair is disheveled from the couch, the bottle of...white wine in your grasp, and you lean against the wall. Your eyes meet his, a watery grin on your lips.

"Missed you." You mumble as he walks toward you. He tilts his head, pressing a sweet kiss into your hairline, his hand sliding down to cup your face in his hand as he stares down at you.

His eyes glide over the wine bottle. You're down to the last fourth of the bottle, and the very broken part of him wonders if you're on the comeback. At least you haven't finished it yet. He slips the bottle easily out of your grasp, gulping down the last fourth, then leaning into to plant a kiss to your lips.

"It's 3am, amor. What are you doing up?" He asks, voice quiet, lips brushing against yours.

You let out a sigh, pecking his lips. "You know me, I don't really sleep if you aren't here."

Nestor nods, setting the wine bottle down, undoing the first few buttons his shirt. "Well, I'm here now."

He watches his words roll over you, settling into your cracks and threatening to split you wide open. Your watery grin slips off of your face, and one of your hands runs through your hair absentmindedly.

"That's it?" You ask, your voice barely registering to his ears.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really. But he can't fuck you like this, and he won't coddle you into reversing whatever story you've managed to spin around him tonight. Icing you out isn't his intention, it's just a very unfortunate consequence of losing his trust.

He stares at you a minute longer, then turns to walk down the hallway, into your bedroom, turning on the hot water in the shower. And when you hear the bathroom door close, you crumble.

"Lost again with no surprises Disappointments, close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down"

You had plans. And considering you were hardly ever invited anywhere, you were almost too excited. Fitted black dress, tall heels, dark makeup and hair styled to perfection. You were just finishing strapping on your shoes when your front door opens. You jerk your head up in surprise, meeting Nestor's confused gaze.

"You're home early." You comment, leaning back down to adjust your heels.

"Yeah I asked Mikey for the night off..." Nestor trails off as he notices how dressed up you are. He had plans too. Plans for the two of you, in a desperate attempt to reconnect. "Where are you headed for the night?" He keeps it casual, not wanting to guilt you into a change of plans.

"Girls night with a coworker." You say, giving him a wide grin, only to notice his face falter at your words. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit up, eyes scanning him. You stand, watching his eyes wash over you, drinking you in.

"Well," He mumbles, meeting your gaze once more. You almost expect him to object, but he doesn't. He wouldn't. "I hope you girls have fun."

You nod, giving him a slight smile. You open your mouth, wanting to invite him to tag along, be the Girls Night Out bodyguard, but you quickly close it. He didn't take the night off to babysit you and your friends.

"I'll text you the location." You say, grabbing your purse off the hook, running over to him to give him a goodbye kiss. He gives you a slight grin, and a curt nod.

"If you need me..." He trails off, meeting your lips once more, giving your hips a squeeze, then releasing you. You nod, muttering out a quick 'of course' before heading out for the night. And you do text him the address, adding a not-so-subtle winky face as an invitation. You kind of want him to show up. Tell you how hot you look. How he can't stand the thought of another man looking at you. But he doesn't, and you desperately try to hide your disappointment in the bottom of a margarita pitcher.

Nestor, a few beers deep himself, stares at the winky face for a long time. Types out a few messages, deletes all of them, letting out a frustrated groan. He doesn't know what you want. You won't tell him, and he's never been the type of man to guess. So he decides that if you text him again, he'll show up. But hours pass by, and nothing, so he drinks a few more beers, pausing one bottle at his lips when he hears your giggles on the porch, and then a key in the door. He doesn't have it in him to tell you the door's unlocked.

He hears you stumble in, your heels clicking against the floor of the foyer. He stands, setting his beer down and meeting your very inebriated figure halfway. Your tangled up in your coat when you feel Nestor's hands slide up to help you remove it. You mumble out a 'thank you', staring up at him as he hangs your coat up in the small closet in your entryway. He even puts it on the hanger. You notice that he's got his hair down, and it makes you smile. He turns and does a double take when he meets your eyes, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees the wistful look on your face.

"What is it? You okay?" He says cautiously, holding out his hands. Honestly, you look like you're way past fucked up, and he's concerned you're going to throw up. He's in no mood to clean up vomit on his night off.

You nod, leaning against the wall, trying to focus on him enough not to fall down. "I really wish you would've shown up tonight."

He tilts his head at your words, and opens his mouth to apologize but you interrupt him, "No, you didn't want to spend your night off babysitting. I get it. I just," You pause, letting out a sigh, and running a finger over his cheek, "I just really miss you."

Nestor crosses the floor in a matter of milliseconds, his hands coming up to grip your face in his hands. His lips press against yours, his body backing yours into the wall. You tangle your fingers in his hair, and revel in the groan he lets out. But he breaks the fevered kiss, his breathing heavy against your lips, as he rests his hands against the wall on either side of your head. He doesn't say anything, though. He doesn't need to. He said it all with his mouth.

"The question pounds my head What's a lifetime of achievement If I pushed you to the edge? But you were too polite to leave me"

Following the Girls Night fiasco, Nestor invites you to an event hosted by the Galindos. He, of course, will be on duty but Miguel usually lets his men peruse, only jumping in if needed at events like this. Really, Miguel had wanted to get everybody together to show his appreciation for all their hard work. Miguel, after all, was no stranger to the toll it could take on relationships. Nestor, however, tried to ignore how disappointed he was that Mikey had scheduled this party on his birthday. You and him had made...other arrangements for the evening.

But you dressed up, swiped on your best lipstick, and showed up on Nestor's arm anyway. Mostly because you knew how important it was to him that you come along, even if the two of you had been in a weird place.

As you near the doors of Miguel's mansion, Nestor plants a kiss to your head (carefully as not to fuck up your hair), and then opens the door for you. Hand in hand, you walk in, greeting both Miguel and Emily and then turning to greet the fellow men.

Throughout the night, everyone seemed pretty friendly. The other henchmen had riveting stories of Nestor to tell you, much to his demise, but he enjoyed watching you laugh along so he allowed it. You decided to take the night off from drinking and only had a glass of champagne when Miguel made his toast. You could see the preemptive glint in his eye though, and it made you wonder what tricks he had up his sleeve for the evening.

You decided to leave your gut feeling alone, and let yourself enjoy the one night you and Nestor had had out together in a while. The two of you danced to the music, mingled with the other guests, and genuinely seemed to be having a good time. And then the thing happens. And you had been waiting for it.

Nestor's hand tenses up in yours, and his focus is on something else. Definitely not on his dolled up wife, trying to get him to dance again. He glances around the room and you see the moment that Miguel gives him the signature head nod. Nestor's entire disposition changes and his eyes soften only a little when they look at you, he lifts the hand he's holding to his lips, then leans down to your ear, "El deber llama, mi amor."

You let out a sigh, turning to meet Miguel's gaze also. But his focus is on Emily, and you find a seat, letting your feet rest from the assault of the heels you had worn. You swirl the remaining champagne in your glass aimlessly, before downing it, and then smiling as Emily plops down next to you.

"It's hard." She blurts out, sipping on the drink in her hand.

"What is?" You ask curiously.

She turns to look at you, "Staying. Knowing what they're doing instead of this."

You let out a sigh, shaking your head, "And what are they doing?"

She doesn't answer you at first, just sips on her wine and watches all the other guests then she lets out what's probably meant to be a laugh and says, "That's the million dollar question, Y/N."

"And do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?"

"I just want you to be honest!" You found yourself shouting, although you know Nestor doesn't respond to it. You're just angry, and hurt. Tired of trying to figure out how to navigate his world, and yours.

"I am honest." He says, throwing up his hands. "I can't give you all the details because I don't know. I just take the orders."

"Bullshit. I'm not an enemy, Nestor. I'm your wife!" You yell, and you know you shouldn't be but fuck, he's infuriating. "Don't downplay your role in the cartel to me. I've watched you earn it. I helped you earn it!"

Nestor laughs, "And what did you do that helped me get good with Mikey?"

"Oh! That's it. I don't get to know things about your life outside of this house because I'm separate from it. Is that it?" You egg on, heated. "You think that because I haven't killed anyone personally my hands are clean?"

Nestor rolls his eyes, "Nobody said tha-"

"You didn't have to." You cut him off, your voice calmer now. The two of you glare at each other for a few moments and you watch Nestor's resolve fade.

"I have appreciated your support." Nestor says quietly, giving you a genuine look of appreciation. "But you are on a need to know basis. And you don't need to know this." Correction: he didn't want you to know this. He didn't want you to be anymore disappointed in him than you already were. It's one thing to hear rumors about the things your husband gets up to when he's not home, it's quite another to hear him say it.

You nod, your eyes narrow as you glare at him. "Well, I guess I should be thanking you, then?" You don't wait for a reply, just run a frustrated hand through your hair and walk to your bedroom, making sure the door slam is extra dramatic. And when you hear the front door slam, you slide down the door, putting your head in your hands. Hurt, but mostly just confused about what the fuck that argument was actually about.

"...Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? A universe away And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face..."

Mierda was the only thing Nestor could think. Mierda, he fucked up. He should've taken this guy out when he had the chance, and now here he is, tied up, being beaten for information he would never give. Apparently, loyalty even overrides unbearable pain. And he was most definitely in unbearable pain.

The punches just kept coming, to the face, ribs, stomach. One guy even started kicking at his legs. He would kill him the slowest, he figured. What kind of asshole goes for your legs when you're tied up to a fucking chair?

"Yo sé que tú sabes. Bien podría decirnos." The man said, leaning down with a cocky grin on his face. Nestor found it quite amusing that he had yet to actually tell him what information he wanted, but kept beating him anyway. Not that Nestor would ever say anything, but this seemed like some bullshit. Nestor took several more blows to the face and stomach, doubling over in pain, his grunts muffled by the bandana stuffed in his mouth.

"Es ese cabrón de jefe, o tu chica. You choose." The man sneered, and at the mere mention of you, Nestor's eyes narrow. Who the fuck was this guy and how did he know about you? He starts going through his mental checklist of where you would be today. It's Thursday...probably evening? You got off work at 4:30 so you'd definitely be home. Nestor closes his eyes, not giving anything away but his insides start bubbling in panic. If you're home, they're going to find you. If Miguel didn't intervene soon, he would have to tell them something, anything. Nestor would make up something, or tell them something insignificant. Play dumb? No. They obviously knew he was Miguel's right hand.

The man in front of him breaks his thoughts with another hard punch to the face. Nestor turns his head slowly back to the man, a glare planted in his gaze. If he could just get his hands free, he could take this guy. He tugs on his restraints, hard, hearing a slight crack of hope but he huffs in frustration as that's all he gets. A meaningless, twinge of hope.

Meanwhile, you're dancing in your kitchen, stirring the soup you had spent the last hour or so making. You turn off the burner, reaching up into the cabinets for a bowl, only to feel a hand hastily grab your waist, and then the other pressing against your mouth. You try to twist, screaming against the hand in alarm. As your kicking against nothing, another figure comes at you, masked and grabs your legs, carrying you out your back door and throwing you into a van.

You bang your head against the door on the other side, letting out a groan of pain, looking up to see none other than your husband staring at you with wide eyes. His leg bouncing as he glances around the van or something, anything to break the two of you free. You feel a kick to one of your legs and you sit up, pulling your knees to your chest as you stare up at one of the masked assailants.

He roughly jerks your hands out and duct tapes your wrists together, then slapping a piece over your mouth. Your eyes meet Nestor's again, and he looks you over, checking for any injuries. He figures that if they actually hurt you, he'll lose his cool, and he hasn't yet. Only probably the bump on the back of your head, he figures. You sit quietly as both men climb into the front, swerving the van around wherever they're taking you. You see Nestor trying to see but the frustration on his face tells you it's unfamiliar. His eyes meet yours again, his foot reaching out to you and you grin against the duct tape, stretching your foot out to touch your shoe to his. He's trying to comfort you, and while it doesn't do much for your nerves, it makes you smile.

The van takes a sharp turn and you tumble over, hitting your head again on the bench next to you. You whimper, scooting back up. But you don't have time to dwell because all at once, the van door slides open behind you and arms pull you out, closing behind you with a more than stressed Nestor. If he can't see you, he can't comfort you (or himself, for that matter). His wild eyes meet the mans, and the amusement he sees behind them infuriates him. God, he hopes Miguel pulls through soon. If they hurt you, he won't forgive himself.

"Last chance..." The man says, his tone condescending. Nestor stares up at him, his stance resolved. This earns him another punch to the stomach, but then he hears the van door shut and it's just him. And his thoughts.

He's not sure how long goes by, but it's dark out when the van door opens, and Nestor's almost lost his mind trying to figure out who the fuck these guys are and what they want. If he knew, he could manipulate the information in their favor.

"Alright, pendejo," The man begins, but before he can finish, a bullet rings out and he drops to the ground. Nestor's relieved for a moment, until he sees you stepping into the van, blood dripping down your arm and a bruise forming on your left cheek. He's absolutely elated to see the pistol in your hand, though. Your breathing is heavy as you tug at his restraints, frustrated grunts leaving your throat as they won't rip. He watches you lean down, searching the guy for a knife, and he smiles slightly at your small fist pump when you find what you're looking for. The knife slides through the material with ease, and he immediately pulls the bandana out, spitting it into the van floor. His bruised hands come up to your face, his eyes searching you for anything life threatening. You shake your head, giving him a kiss to the cheek.

"I'm good, mi amor." Your voice is a little shaky, but overall, you look okay and he gives you a nod, eyes apologetic. He presses a long kiss to your hair, then slips the handgun from your gasp, wrapping an arm around you and stepping out the van, eyes on the prowl for any more men.

Nestor digs into his pocket, handing you the gun back, but standing in front of you, eyes peeled as he waits for Miguel to answer. It seems that only minutes later, Nestor sees an Escalade roll up, only excited to see Marcus just this once.

Miguel steps out of the vehicle, and you have to do a double take because he's not in a suit. Nestor and him speak quietly as Marcus leads you to the car, helping you inside and then asking you questions about the men. You tell him everything you noticed, which wasn't much, and lean your head back against the seat, resting your eyes. Marcus goes to join the other two men, who are still talking in hushed tones.

Nestor is so invested in trying to talk through who the men was, that when he glances up and sees your eyes closed, he panics. You hit your head really fucking hard, and there's a rule about falling asleep with a concussion. He's quick on the draw, at your side in a moment, shaking you awake by your shoulder.

"Y/N? Need you to wake up for me, mi dulce." You groan awake, eyes meeting his in frustration as relief washes over him. His hand trails over the cut on your arm, then sliding up to cup your cheek. "Might be concussed."

#taylor x mayan series #nestor oceteva #mayans mc #mayans imagine #sons of anarchy #mayans fx #mayans #mayans drabble #nestor x reader #nestor oceteva x reader

[rogue-durin-16]

THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

George Weasley: ———

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty. 

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful. 

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[shdwwlkrsblog]

I'm in love with an angel

Different naruto charakters with an angel hybrid reader

Some might be story some might be headcanons depends on what my ideas are

In here are : Kakashi , tobirama , madara

Warning : cursing

A/n : also even if no one missed me sad backgroundmusik starts playing , 'inhales' IM BACK AGAIN TO MAKE YOUR LIFE WORSE

Masterlist

Kakashi

When you first told him he immediately wanted to touch your wings and when he did , you began laughing

"wait that tickles? "He wondered and continued touching them making you laugh even more "Kakashi please stop for a sec" you said while laughing .he stopped and you explained him that they are ticklish as hell as long as you aren't in a "fight mood"

He asked you what the fight mood means and brushed a hand through the feathers making you chuckle " it means when I'm fighting or want to fight they aren't ticklish anymore " "but angels don't fight ?" "Yeah but I don't have a halo or access to heaven the only angel thing are the white wings but this doesn't really makes me an angel " "ah okay" suddenly you're teleported to the training fields

"would you mind showing me how you fight with the wings,?" He asked handing you a few kunais "Uhm sure " you prepared you to fight while Kakashi hid somewhere watching you . Once you were ready you jumped and flew around taking one kunai in your hand and storming into a tree but landing there and watching Kakashi running to the tree in worry .

You sprang on him making him fall back and held a kunai to his throat the shock on his face quickly transformed into a smile " that was clever little angel" he said and you smiled "thanks " "but you forgot something" a voice said behind you ' damn you and your shadowclones Kakashi' you thought and heard him sprinting towards you but you were fast enough to launch yourself up into the sky . " Pretty good" Kakashi sprang at you ready to throw the kunai and bring you down but you quickly blocked the kunai leaving him in wonder . "Chidori!" You looked behind you and as you do so the 2nd shadowclone was gone with a puff

" You wings seem hard enough, can they block Chidori?" He asked and you shrugged with your shoulders while landing infront of him "idk let's find out " you answered and put your wings infront of you as a defense . You felt the immense painburning on your wings but after few seconds it stopped and you heard an out of breath Kakashi "thats so powerful it only burned a few feathers but they are still protecting you . How?" You opened you wings fluttered with them and folding them. " Idk the feathers are hardened and sharper than usual i guess that's why and how it works but I still feel the pain " you explained and Kakashi brushed a finger fast on the edges of your wings stopping when pain shot through his finger . They were indeed sharp "thats pretty good for a fight " the crouched and picked up a feather "imma keep that " he stuck it into his pocket and teleported you both back home

Tobirama

He started taking some feathers from you and researched them to understand how they work he's really interested about them but when tobirama isn't his we need to research that and use it against uchihas in a fight self And is his soft self he loves that when you both cuddle you put your wings around him in a protective way

It let's him feel safe and makes him relax you can feel he's always near falling asleep and resting his head on your shoulder he once wanted to let you wings thinking it would relax you but wrong you laughed and he stopped "you're ticklish?" He asked and you nodded relaxing again in his lap putting your wings around him again you never thought of it as something useful but oh boy he did

Whenever you and him are in a fun argument or pillow fight (yes if he feels clingy he's another person) he's attacking your wings catching you off guard and winning the fight .every.Damn.time.

And sleeping with him is truly one of the sweetest things . Blanket ? What's that? He doesn't know it he only knows your warm wings . And when he's feeling really clingy he won't sleep until you put one of your wings around him

When you're on his back spread your wings to their biggest size and say " look you're an angel too!" His heart is melting and warm-hearted tobirama is active now " but you're still the most beautiful angel" making you smile and start a "no you "fight but he makes you accept you're the one

He absolutely loves how cute you look with those wings and how they move when you feel happy , sad , angry and when you're both alone he can't keep the chuckles and aawwwws in while looking down at the pouting you that wants attention

When he's at public his eyes are filled with love whenever he looks at you

Madara

End

" but angels have pure white wings don't they?" Was his first question when you told him about it" no that's what many people are getting wrong the color of the wings is random only wings bloody and damaged so they look like they can't fly are the fallen angels or how we call it dark angels " you said folding your white with some black feathers wings " oh and what can they do ?" He was extremely curios what those wings could do besides flying and making you look cute asf" basically depending on my mood or what I want to do they feel different when someone's touching them , when I feel normal they are ticklish and to not get tickled all the time I unequip them then there's when I get turned on they are a special way of sensitive " on madaras face grew a dirty smirk 'we'll have fun with this ' he thought " and then last when I want to Fight they get incredible hard and sharp " after finishing the sentence you were picked up and brought to an open area

"show me what you can do pretty angel " he let you down softly and went into his attack position "ok " was all you answered before you launched yourself up in the sky and looked down at him " Bring it on little human " you teased and he immediately sprang at you but it was easy to dodge him . You knew teasing him with "little" made him want to kick your ass really bad . "Katon!" You turned around and see met with flames you were able to dodge in the last minute now was your turn to attack you flew a few rounds around him before storming down then up again while realising razor sharp feather at him that broke through his chakra shield but to his luck he wasn't hurt too bad . You landed right beside him " you broke through an easy shield can you break through the good ones to? And how?" He asked pulling the feathers out of him

" i can break through normal and easy. Shield bc of a special liquid but I'm not able to one shot harder shields but I'm able to break them by shooting on them more than one time " you explained helping him up but he pulled you into his lap and smiled " my little angel " he cooed (is that right?) And you relaxed in his grip and put your wings around them "ah!" You screamed as pain shot through your wing and you looked at Madara who now proudly held a black and white feather and pulled a string out of his pocket and made a small necklace

" so I can remember you every time my little angel" he said and put it on . Madara pulled you closer "mads i thought-" "no one is going to interrupt us here" he answered your half spoken question and you put your wings around him in a relaxed and lazy way but he felt protected by it He stood up still holding you but changed it and put you on his back "relax imma bring you home safe" he started running and you put your head bored on his shoulder

Idk what to think of it tbh but anyways ask box is open , if the links don't work tell me have nice day/night

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[nahoyaglock]

WHEN I STOP BREATHING..

pairings! ushijima x reader

summary! sitting on the beach, so close to each other they can hear each other’s heartbeats. They both smile and they watch the world end right in front of them, reminiscing on all they’ve been through together. Why does the end of the world look so beautiful?

genre! angst

word count! didnt bother actually counting so ill estimate maybe 2000+

warnings! end of the world, death, murder mention, slight ooc ushijima idk its the end of the world so pff

a/n! uh idk i wanna hurt people, sorry if this is bad i havent written in a while :p i feel like the beginning was really good, the middle was ass and the end was okay but hoh im happy enough w this. I also cried writing this ngl lmaoo also did not fix any errors so my bad

You knew it was coming, you both did. New reports, articles, it was trending on all social media platforms. It was unavoidable, what could you do but waste away your last few days, watching old shows you watched as a kid, harsh knocks and cries from your doors from friends and family. You couldnt face them, you just wanted to drown out the thought of what was coming the next few hours of the day.

You had woken up and sluggishly dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed to your dirty kitchen, littered with dirty dishes and some uneaten food that youd try to make, but didn't have the stomach to eat. Your phone rang atleast every hour or two, many unanswered calls and long voicemails you couldnt bother to listen to.

There was a knock on your door, and you sighed, not wanting to bother with facing the person at the door. You turned on your heels, about to head to your room when you heard the voice call out to you.

"y/n."

Out of all the people why did it have to be him. You bit your lip and let out shaky breaths. You took another step, freezing at another set of knocks. The last persom you wanted to see was your boyfriend.

"y/n let me in or ill tear this door down." His voice was stern, laced with seriousness and slight concern. You wanted to open it, let him in and crumble into his arms, but it hurt so bad.

"Go away." You spoke, loud enough to be heard through the door, but not loud enough to be a yell.

"y/n."

You hesitantly walked to the door, unlocking the bottom lock, the top lock remaining unlocked, too bothersome for you to have delt with anyways. At the sound of the click of the locks he opened the door with quick motions, while also being careful not to knock you over.

At the sight of his big frame you felt like the world had just stabbed you through the chest 28 times. You backed up with quick steps are your boyfriend reached out to hug you, scared that his touch would break down your facade. You tripped over your own feet, landing hard on your butt.

"Ush.. Ushijima," you started, not knowing exactly what you were trying to say, "Please dont touch me."

His heart sank when he saw you, lifeless and so frail. He guessed you havent been getting much sleep- or maybe too much sleep, and not eating as he took a quick glance towards the food littered kitchen counter.

It wasnt any better for you, seeing your normally cold and calm boyfriend with a worried expression and eye bags that made it obvious he hasnt got much sleep either.

You pull yourself up, your eyes boring through your boyfriends abdomen as you bit your lip, trying to think of what to say, and to also keep yourself from falling apart. "What do you want?"

"y/n. Dont be cold to me." It wasnt a question, but it wasnt a demand. "Sorry," you mumbled, leaving you two in silence for a while.

"Ushi, you should go home," you said, feeling your heart race, every second you spent in his presence, under his gaze, killed you. "You should call Tendou or something."

"Toshi." He said, making your head shoot up, looking him in his eyes, seeing a tear roll down his cheek, his face remaining mostly emotionless, fear slightly present in his eyes. "Please keep calling me Toshi."

You felt a pang in your heart, suddenly the reality of things hitting you. You were the only one going through this, you knew this but never gave it more than a mere thought. He was scared, he didnt know what he was doing, he just knew to find comfort in you, like youve told him to for many years into your relationship.

"Toshi," you breathed, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek, "Toshi lets go somewhere."

You never felt the need to go outside, wanting to be isolated, but being here with your boyfriend, you felt like running away, wanting to escape from the dark pit of your home. "Lets go to the beach"

"y/n–"

"Lets go. Lets go, right.. right now Toshi," you felt as if though youve felt shoked by lightning, like you suddenly got hit with some sugar rush.

"We dont have time–"

"We do Toshi, we do, we do," you saw the corner of his lips raise up into a small smile. He hated seeing you like this but he was glad you were more alive than you were minutes before. You knew this, what he was thinking, and you knew his smile had so much sadness behind it, "we have time, lets go, lets go!"

You grabbed his hand and dragged him out of your apartment, not bothering to change from your days out clothing or close the door behind you. It wouldnt matter in another hour anyways.

The ride there was mostly silent, songs playing quietly on the radio. You watched as you passed through the town, the streets were slightly empty, stores looked run down, some stores even tore up and empty.

"Has it been like this since.. since the announcement?" You mumbled, earning a hum for Ushijima.

"Yeah, yeah it has." He knew that you didnt go out, and he was slightly grateful for it. The world went to shit after the announcement, many lootings, murders and other various crimes being commited.

"Im glad your safe Toshi," you spoke into your palm.

"Im glad your safe too."

The ride went on in silence until you got to the beach. You both climbed out of the car, the beautiful blue sea sparkling under the sunny sky. It was funny how such a depressing day could look so so beautiful.

"Hmm, this is the beach we went to with the team our senior year, remember?" He asked and turned to face you. The fear in his eyes was much more evident in the light, along with signs of personal neglict. He hasnt been taking good care of himself either.

You walk around the front of the car to grab his hand, your small hands tracing light circles on his rough palms before linking your hands together, giving him a comforting squeeze. "I remember."

He let out a shaky breath he didnt know he was holding in, and you two found a nice spot on the beach to sit and watch the sky. "Toshi, do you remember the time goshiki got gummy bears stuck in his nose?"

He looked at you, and his face softened, "yeah. Yeah i do." He let out a small chuckle at the thought of his old teammates. "Do you remember when Tendou took my water bottle and filled it with really sour lemonade?" He asked, you could hear his voice unravel into a more comfortable tone, instead of one holding in so much hurt and fear.

"Ha, i actually helped him with that you know?" You spoke up, a small grin on your lips as your boyfriend grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. "We'll its okay, because it was 2 years ago."

It had been 2 years. 2 years since you had become shiratorizawas manager, 2 years since you made the number 1 ace fall head over heels for you, 2 years since you had went on your first date with him.

"2 years, its been so long." You laid your head on Ushijimas arm, feeling tired. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss atop your head.

"Thats when we first started dating," you spoke, shoulders shaking with a small laugh, "i would've never imagined to have the nations number 1 ace fall so madly in love with me." You laughed and turned to your boyfriend to continue your teasing, but stopped when you saw him looking back at you.

He couldn't respond with anything more than a mere chuckle, tears now streaming down his cheeks. You bit your lip, scooting closer to him so you were in his lap, wrapping your arms around his large stature.

"Toshi, I love you." It was no more than a whisper and he placed a warm, loving kiss to your temple, rubbing your back softly as he let out a shaky laugh.

"y/n god, you make it so hard not to cry." He whispered in an unstable tone, resting his head atop yours. "I love you too."

This was how it was, clinging to the other and sharing old tales of your days spent with Ushijima and the boys, tales of times tendou had snuck out of the dorms and got caught by washijou, or when goshiki cut his bangs too short, or how Ushijima brought your parents a half eaten watermelon as a gift.

Those last moments spent with laughs and tears, kisses and hugs, warmth and comfort, those were your best memories. Despite the fate to cross you, Ushijima and everyone else in the world, you felt like you could smile for the first time.

You would smile alot, but it felt different this time. You convinced yourself that it was just because you had been withering away for the past days, but you knew it was because you felt free.

You had no worries in the moment with your lover, you didnt need to think about getting up for work the next day, or how you would afford next months rent. You felt like the largest weight had been lifted off of you, and you could really smile for the first time.

There was a slightly rumble if the ground that had made you and Ushijima go silent. You pulled away from your spot in the crook of his neck to look at him, fear still in his eyes.

"I dont wanna die," he chuckled out, "but im not sad." He drew small shapes into your hips with his thumbs, looking onto your laps instead of your face, and you just stared at him.

His usually stoic face was calmed, relaxed, his jaw unclenched and his eyes soft. You hadnt seen so many emotions from your boyfriend so much, it was almost scary. But he looked so gorgeous, he was your world.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima, you know," your placed your hands on both sides of his face, "it doesnt matter what happens to this world, because," you placed a passionate kiss to his lips, the tears finally falling from your eyes, "you, you're my world Toshi."

He let out a noise that was similar to a choke, tears rolling down the apple of his cheeks as he placed his forehead to yours, letting his shoulders shake with hard sobs. Loud crashes, screams and car alarms had let you know it was coming, the end of the world.

The last thing you saw was Ushijima, smiling snd crying, mouthing out one last 'I love you'.

Why does the end of the world look so beautiful?

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[harold231]

It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

Divider credits: @firefly-graphics

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