#ik it would have given it too much of a serious tone and it was a gag manga but i wish asou would have used aiura for this more 😭

[abslghost]

aiura is so cute she fights with saiki and goes "me and kusuo had a quarrel again ଘ(|lI.‸.)" (it wasn't a quarrel) (they just had a common disagreement) (kusuo teleported before she could answer him so he could have the last word) (the one feeling bad abt the last part is her)

#shes my daughter #i like that they fight over their powers and its usage though thats a nice thing from their relationship #aiura arguing with him abt his actions surrounding his powers is always so entertaining to see #kusuo thinks she's naive with her powers but genuinely believes shes v kind 😔 #ik it would have given it too much of a serious tone and it was a gag manga but i wish asou would have used aiura for this more 😭 #or just use her more in general #im thinking abt her always #aiura mikoto #saiki kusuo #saiki kusou no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki k #👨🏽‍💻

[myouicieloz]

Love me back

Yoo Jimin x university student!reader

Synopsis: she wants to let go. you need her to let go. none of you can.

Warnings: nsfw. smut. biting. angsty I guess.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: my darlings <3

Karina didn’t turn to look when you sat beside her in the park. She knew who it was. She called you herself, not many minutes ago.

Hey

Ik we’re fighting, but could you come, please?

An address. Another message, too, after a few minutes. Almost as if she were wary of sending it.

It’s cold.

You stared at your phone as the bubble kept going on and off in your conversation, until it stopped. Finally, she’d decided. About that, at least.

And I miss you

Needless to say, you went to meet her. You’d never deny her anything, no matter how much you wanted to. No matter how much she deserved so.

You found her sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the lake with a red nose and cold hands. You could tell she was freezing, even with the thick jacket she wore, yet you didn’t move to take yours off and offer it to her. No, you two were long past this.

“I’ve had a stressful week.” She sighed, hiding her face in her hands. Like the usual, she didn’t directly acknowledge you, and you knew why. You’ve been doing this long enough to know that this was all you meant to her: an escape.

A distraction, if you were lucky enough.

“You always do.” Your words were as apathetic as your face, serious as you shove your hands into your pockets, trying to suppress a shiver yourself. It was freezing cold indeed, so whatever it was that had Karina pissed must’ve been something serious, to have her out of the dorms so late at night.

You were curious, although not curious enough to give in just yet. After moments of waiting for her to say something, anything, you rolled your eyes, sitting beside her on the wooden bench. She closed hers, depriving herself of the grand view of the river, and rested her head on the crook of your neck. You allowed her to do so, naturally.

There’s very little you’d not let her do to you.

“Aren’t you tired of this?”

“No.” Her answer is immediate, steam coming from the heavy breath she’d let out. “I could never get tired of you.”

Perhaps she was truthful in her words. You loved her, and you knew she loved you too, in her own way. It would never work out: with her being an idol, famous and successful, and you being just a university student. You were aware of that, and it was the reason you promised yourself to not answer her calls, whenever she reached out for you; you’d only get hurt, in the end — the right thing to do would be to end it, to protect yourself and your feelings.

However, as much as she did mean the empty promises she gave you, Karina knew just what to say to lure you in. Not just your body, the idol knew your soul too well. Her words were, most of the time, carefully calculated to break out your boundaries and get you to do whatever it was that she wanted you to. Even though you knew her tricks, you couldn’t help but to fall into her web every time.

She sighed, shrinking as she hummed against your neck, sniffing your perfume. Still the one she’d given you on your birthday, she was pleased to note. “Can I go to your house?”

Her voice was just as small and quiet as she made herself be, hugging her knees under the moonlight. Even in all her confidence, she was still a bit wary; afraid this would be the day you finally realized she was too damaging to you. She’s deeply afraid you’d leave her. She loves you — it’s complicated, but oh, how she does. She can’t fathom losing you.

“Not to talk, I assume.” Your tone, usually playful, was still serious. Karina moved her head from you, urging to be able to look in your face. Your beautiful face, kind and sweet and made to love her, staring at her with a blank expression — much different from the look of love you had before.

But that was ages ago, when you were both naive and pure, not at all ruined by the idol world. After all, generally, love is not enough.

The older girl shook her head, carefully observing your actions. “No, not to talk.”

You sighed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t help it: Karina was a siren, the holy sounds of her moans luring you in until you found yourself so deep in the water there was no other option but to drown.

You were, indeed, so exhausted of this cycle. One of her calling you solemnly when she wanted to rant or fuck until she was spaced out enough to forget her problems away for a few hours. She didn’t show any interest in your likings, your hobbies, or your friends. It was crystal clear that you were nothing but a stress relief to her.

Still, you were weak. Unfortunately, you loved Karina wholeheartedly, and you were eager to get whatever she wanted to give to you, no matter how much your logic was against it. How could you not? The sex was too good.

Aware of that, you got up, still refusing to display any emotions once you started walking, knowing she’d follow.

-

There is no warmth in your kiss. You bumped into the sofa, hurrying to the bedroom without separating your mouth from Karina’s. Her clothes were nearly ripped off her body, her sharp fingers doing the same with yours. It’s been too long since you had touched her pale, soft skin — you feel such lust for her in your heart, you nearly suffocate. Your desire for her body —for the little she gives you, it all drives you insane. It isn’t healthy, being on her will 24/7 and bending to all her wishes, but again, you can’t help it. She’s lured you in.

You positioned yourself between her legs, moving her long, raven hair from her face so you’d be able to stare at her properly. She looked flawless, impeccable, and waiting for you to take whatever you wanted to. It was just how she was: you could take and take, yet she’d never give you what you truly wanted.

Pretty girl with a pretty mind and a rotten soul, every sacred inch of her curves sculptured to leave you damned. To hurt you.

You sighed, biting her lips, then her skin. You loved to see your artwork on her— almost like a small victory. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to hurt.” She breathed deeply, hot moans coming from her mouth as you placed slow, wet kisses on her neck. “I deserve it.”

Kissing the space between her chest, you, murmur. “I’ve dreamed about being able to do so many times. Unfortunately, I can’t. I fucking can’t.”

She ignored your words, pulling you in for another messy kiss.

Karina always promised herself she’d stop reaching out to you. She knew you’d always give her attention, and part of her truly wished she could stop hurting you. She had never intended to. But she was also weak, and she needed you too much. How could she let go of you, when you were the only person who knew the real her? You’re the keeper of her dreams, her insecurities, her deep, darkest fears.

“You should.” Her voice had no trace of humor, as she traced her sharp nails through your jaw, forcing your mouth open. You knew her well enough to recognize the silent mocking, silently glad for your lack of self-respect.

For the sake of peace, you chose to ignore her words. Getting up, you delighted yourself with the way her eyes ravished your body, not at all in a rush while you got the strap she’s used to. She gulped, her mouth watering at the sight presented to her: how beautiful you were, all hers. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t true: you’d always go back to her, in the late hours of the night. She’d just have to call, and you’d drop everything and go.

As it should be.

Back in bed, you spat, spreading your saliva over the plastic toy. Karina had already knelt, salivating in front of you. Your hands grabbed a hold of her hair, shoving her face onto it rather harshly. “Take it.”

And oh, she did. Karina was eager, sucking and mixing your saliva with hers as she took it all in, the silicone gagging her throat and your grip not getting any weaker, forcing her to allow her mouth be fucked even when she started to get dizzy, dark dots appearing in her vision due to the lack of breathing. Only then, you let her go, watching her recompose herself.

“Very good. How much do you want it?” You teased, tone still serious, groping her thin waist until your fingerprints could be seen, reddening her impeccable porcelain skin. Her pretty ass was begging to be bruised, slapped all over, so you did as such.

Karina’s response came from her body, before she could even forge the words to answer you. Her back arched, and lewd, loud moans immediately left her mouth.

“Too m-much.” She gasped, whining once the strap met her entrance, not entering her properly. “Y/n… give me it all, p-please.” Karina pushed her hips back, trying to get you to be quicker.

Ever so impatient, as always. Never in the mood to play your games; they were of no interest to her.

Still, you did not give in, brushing her wet cunt as you pleased, giving her just the tip before pulling it out once again. You felt how hot and desperate she was, which made you hum in pleasure, too. At least she was suffering, in a way.

“Please, my Y/n. I’ll do everything, I promise.” She begged, little tears prickling from her eyes. “Everything you want, I swear. I’ll give you anything. A new laptop, jewels, a car, just say it but please, p-please…” Her pleads got even louder, self-control wearing thin.

It hurt— no, it maddened you to know she thought she could buy you with superficial things. You’ve never asked for any of those, not even when you were (unofficially) together. You’ve never wanted anything but her love. She’d never understand that.

It made you crazy, upset and so damn pissed off that she couldn’t see so.

Huffing, you pushed her down on the bed, entering her whole with your cock’s full length without giving her any time to adjust. It was rough, without a care— just how Karina liked the most.

Your roommates were away for the weekend, thankfully. Karina has always been a vocal mess, specially in bed, but it was obvious her current routine was taking a toll on her; her moans were sinful, the incoherent mumbles she let out making them close to screams, and she was so responsive. Her entire body twitched whenever you’d place your mouth on her skin.

Sucking her lips, then her neck, and oh, she nearly came in the spot when you started biting. Bruising her arms, her abdomen, her waist— your favorite place to mark her. She’d wear your hickeys proudly, smiling and mumbling about how clumsy she had been during rehearsals whenever somebody asked her about it, brushing off their concern.

It was all too much: your bite marks, mouth so hot on top of her, making sure no place was left unattended, paired with your thrusts, hard and fast, her grasps being how much she could breathe in between. Filling her up, adoring her so much.

She loved this.

“Y-you’re the best, my Y/n.” She let out, her body bumping against the mattress. Being loved by you was her favorite thing, she recalled. How could she have ever forgotten about it?

You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something you’d regret.

“I hate you, for being so pretty.” You told Karina, pinching and twisting her nipples as you thrusted into her, hard and fast. She rolled her eyes, clearly too lost in her pleasure to give your thoughts any attention. You turned her around, eager to be presented with her pretty ass, wiggling with the thrusting motions. You gave it a single slap, a loud whine being followed from the older girl. “I hate you for not loving me back.” You held her by the hips, angling higher so you could reach her g-spot. “And I hate myself for loving you so much.”

Your words, even though they didn’t make much sense in Karina’s current fucked out mind, along with your movements and stimulations, were more than enough to have her reach her high. Letting out a high-pitched cry, Karina came, holding your arms tightly in attempts to not fall apart. You let her do so, assuring she went back to her senses before you could let your body fall beside her, the strap that hung on your hips latched on the ground.

“Will you ever give me anything more than that? More than hiding and being nothing more than a late night fuck?” You asked, straight to the point.

A year ago, you wouldn’t have had the guts to ask such a question. You lacked confidence, and you feared she’d disappear if you such as mentioned whatever it was that you two had.

Not anymore, though. Even more than insecure, you were tired; you couldn’t endure your situation anymore. A few days before her call, you’d made peace with the thought of not having her to yourself anymore. It would be harsh, but it was the best for you. You deserved better.

Even if you would never love anyone more than you loved her.

Karina stayed silent, looking down onto the covers. It’s enough answer for you. Sighing, you got up, handing her clothes and gesturing to the door.

“Then go elsewhere to get whatever you want, next time. Let me be free, Karina, please.” You hated yourself for sounding so miserable, the crack in your tone serving as clear evidence of how hurt you were. You loved her so much, but you couldn’t do this any longer. You needed more.

And Karina, even with all the confidence, money, and influence she had, could never give you such a thing.

She took the cue, doing as told. Her eyes— her big, dark, sad eyes stared at you quietly, and she opened her mouth to say something. After minutes of waiting, though, she doesn’t. Still silent, Karina left, launching you a last sad, pitiful look.

She was a mess; a beautiful, doomed angel, trapped in an industry that saw her as nothing less than a product, made to make money out of, until she was worn out. She struggled, naturally. It was a cruel place, one where people cared very little about her well-being and her actually feelings.

However, Karina was not yours to worry about anymore. Never was, for a fact.

#s.writes #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop x y/n #aespa x fem reader #aespa x you #aespa smut #karina aespa smut #karina x reader #karina smut #yoo jimin x reader #yoo jimin smut #karina angst #aespa angst #yoo jimin angst

[crypticmillipede]

actually should i just drop a completely unprompted long take on The Sun and The Star?? nobody asked for this but my audience is 1, and it is me. behold, my list:

Things I Liked:

Nico book!! yeah Nico book, book for Nico!!

Seriously though, this was such an awesome book for queer representation. Nico was such an icon for queer kids like me growing up, at a time when it wasn’t very common to see gay people in media, and he had a happy ending! it’s really cool that he has his own book, and kids today will have this.

Nico and Will were compelling characters, they were well-written and play off each other nicely!

They gave Nico PTSD, which I thought actually made a lot of sense and seemed realistic for his situation. I mean, the guy’s been through a lot.

nostalgia. plain and simple. i am simply biased to like this book bc it is Percy Jackson-related.

Things I Disliked:

i was super surprised that Nico was relatively cool with Will coming to Tartarus with him, especially given the prophecy? i thought Will would have to sneak down there! felt strange that Nico would be pretty chill with his boyfriend coming to Literal Hell with him, especially since it’s a major source of his PTSD.

Will didn’t bring a weapon?? Nico was like “eh whatever” when it came to packing food? it’s TARTARUS ! be so much more serious i am begginggg you.

I wish they’d done more with his PTSD? i mean, he had the dreams, but it turns out those were sent by Nyx, so what really was the extent of his ptsd? Especially going back to tartarus, it might’ve been more meaningful for him to shut down or freeze up in an important moment, or exhibit more symptoms throughout the book

GOD parts of it were cringe. “cocoa puffs”?? be so fr. ik theyre teens, and teens are ABSOLUTELY cringe, but this didn’t feel like teen cringe, it felt more like “older people trying to write teen lingo” cringe

going to Percy’s mom’s house felt super shoe-horned in. i can maybee understand wanting to iris-message Percy and Annabeth, but the whole “we don’t know his schedule thing” was a pretty thinly-veiled excuse

the reveal that Nico was playing Mythomagic in the 40s???? ?? this was such a small detail but it really got to me. no WAY have the “greek pokémon cards” been around 80 YEARS. broke my immersion lol

They didn’t have to drink from the Phlegethon once? What happened to the acid air! i know they were eating a lot of ambrosia, but if that was healing them, it’d be nice if the book explicitly mentioned it. and like, they slept there overnight, and not one mention of their throats hurting bc of the,, poison air? i mean this was a majorrr mechanic of percy and annabeth’s time there! they mentioned it like once or twice i think, but that was about it.

also, in the tartarus flashback, Nico didn’t know what the Phlegethon was! yk, one of only 5 rivers that flows through the Underworld?? the one that’s essential to its ecosystem bc it ensures the tortured stay alive?? as someone who’s very familiar with the underworld, there’s no way he wouldn’t know what it was- if Annabeth would recognize it, he would too!

In general, the descriptions of Tartarus were toned way down from Percy and Annabeth’s experience. i reread HoH in preparation for when this book came out, and you can really tell the difference.

I think at one point in HoH, the true nature of Tartarus was revealed to Percy, and he said something like, “this must’ve been how Nico experienced Tartarus the whole time” and that always stuck with me. turns out, not really? and the book made up new mechanics about the “true nature” being revealed the longer you stayed there, which wasn’t really a thing in HoH

Nyx was a weird villain. why would a protogenos care about some random demigod “coming to the dark side”?? demigods are like ants to her. and Nico is like, a well-established hero, who’s consistently characterized as someone who is very good, and looks out for the forgotten. he’s been through some things, but his “goodness” has never reallyyy been in question (except for like, a tinyyy bit of the 4th pjo book, but still, not really)

What was the purpose of Nyx sending Nico those nightmares, when Bob was already the set trap? even Nico mentioned it was redundant, but then the authors never elaborated on it

Nico’s demons were a cool reveal, but I don’t see how they fulfilled the prophecy at all. are they really of equal value to a Titan? and Nico’s emotions are still inside him, they’re just also manifested on the outside too now. Plus, the cacodemons came with him, so he didn’t even leave them behind?? When I originally heard the prophecy, I thought maybe Bob’s essence would split from Iapetus, and they’d leave the evil titan behind while escaping with Bob. Honestly, i still think that makes more sense than what actually happened.

Wasn’t Bianca reincarnated?? how were they able to have that conversation?? ig it could be written off as “hades’ magic or whatever” but it felt like a MAJOR oversight

WHERE was Hazel??? that made no sense. she was such a big part of Nico’s life in HoO, i don’t know if they mentioned it even once?? Why in the world would Nico call Piper at the end? ik it made sense thematically, since Piper is also queer, but it felt so shallow and surface level. like “ooh let’s have the two gay characters talk”. in reality Nico and Piper never talked in HoO, it really doesn’t make sense for them to talk now, as the final part of the book? where is his sister?? it honestly would’ve been nice to see her reaction to his queerness as well, since she’s from another century. it could’ve been a cool little “being from a different time is not an excuse for homophobia, look hazel’s an ally” thing! idk lol i just wanted to see her again

THEY DIDN’T RESCUE DAMASEN :-( made a whole nother post about this one.

Things Other People Disliked That I Thought Were Fine, Actually:

people said Nico was OOC, but i thought he was pretty in line with the Nico of ToA. A year or so has passed since the Nico of HoO, and this is the first time he’s been in a really good place. He’s allowed to act happy!

some people reallyyy hated Will in this book, but i thought he was alright. he was a flawed character, but it’s good when characters have flaws! plus he was like half-awake and drained for most of the book, obv he’s not gonna be on his best behavior!

i saw people saying the book was too sappy, but i think it was alright! was it sappy? yeahhh. but like, it was a book explicitly for queer representation, go big or go home right? i’m glad kids today have this!

i saw a lot of people arguing that the book was cringe, in CONTRAST to the previous percy jackson books. and yea, it was cringe sometimes. but this is a well-established precedent within the percy jackson series !!! i hatee to say this but. be so genuine and fr with me rn. are you gonna tell me “seaweed brain” “wise girl” isn’t,,, cringe? the quips have ALWAYS been “erm, it’s right behind me, isn’t it?”-style. i knowww it’s hard to hear but the only difference is that we’re older now and can recognize it.

people were arguing that Tartarus was Percy and Annabeth’s thing, and that sending Nico down there with Will was infringing on that. but i reallyy disagree. Nico was the FIRST person down there, and he did it alone! if Tartarus was anyone’s “thing”, it’d be Nico’s. and besides, if you’re gonna make a Nico and Will-centric book, what better way then to send them through the gauntlet of Tartarus, symbolically saying that their journey was just as valid as Percy and Annabeth’s?

Anyways, there’s my extremely long take on TSaTS. I know it seems like i had a lot of negative things to say about it, but i actually really liked the book overall. Did it have questionable writing choices and weird moments of characterization? yeah a little bit. but i still enjoyed it so much! Absolutely feel free to disagree with me, i’m actually really curious to see what other people thought of the book!!

#the sun and the star #the sun and the star spoilers #tsats spoilers #tsats #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #pjo hoo toa #my posts

[inkykeiji]

waaa ik you hate/don't write stuff involving anal so i'm sorry if this ask makes you uncomfyyy bmb tomura and dabi have fucked around before if i remember correctly, but what exactly does that mean? like, have they had full-on sex before, or was it more just favors like handjobs, blowjobs, and anything else that doesn't involve anal shtuff? and how exactly was the dynamic when it was just the two of them? was tomura always daddy? again i'm rlly sorry if this comes across as disrespecting ur boundaries or makes you uncomfortable, i promise it's not my intention but ik it can be hard to convey tone/intention through anon asks so i'm just clarifying, i love your work btw!! <3

hehe thank u for the heads up + preliminary apology!! i really appreciate it <33

yes, they have! okay SO!!!

what exactly does ‘fucked around’ mean?

it means everything, from shoving their tongues down each other’s throats and desperate dry humping to tiny sexual favours and big sexual favours to full-on anal sex. the full-on anal isn’t something they’d do often; it’s only happened a handful of times in total, but it has happened. mostly they stuck to blowjobs and handjobs and the like, though.

just because i don’t/won’t explicitly write butt stuff, doesn’t mean my characters/iterations haven’t done it before! it just means that it isn’t for me and, additionally, i’m so inexperienced in it that i wouldn’t feel comfortable attempting to write it either way.

how exactly was their dynamic when it was just the two of them? was tomura always daddy?

oooh anon i love this question!!! so their dynamic will be explored on a deeper level in my bmb christmas series whenever i finish that monster of a series but it’s also important to note that reader has now, obviously, been thrown into the mix which changes their dynamic a little more (aka dabi pushes back more than he used to). when it was just the two of them, tomura was definitely still in charge, in control, and The Boss, but they were on much more equal footing than tomura and reader are when it comes to dom/sub dynamics. dabi isn’t exactly a sub, but when it comes to tomura, he will submit; does that make sense? he challenged (and challenges) tomura a lot; he will absolutely shove back against things he doesn’t agree with/want to do and dabi fucking hates being told what to do (serious issues with authority), but if it’s tomura, if it’s his boss, and he can’t punch or push or weasel or wiggle his way out of it, then he will do it. it won’t be without a serious fight, though.

all of this is to say: there was a slight power imbalance present in this dynamic at this specific time, with tomura fulfilling more of a dominant role and dabi fulfilling more of a submissive role. for the most part, though, they agreed on sexual matters between themselves, and tomura liked dabi’s playful snarkiness and the challenge he would occasionally present. it was definitely a lot of tomura telling dabi what to do and dabi being like ‘yeah, fuck you’ (in a teasing sort of fashion) and doing it anyway because he wants it, too, and he just can’t help but respond with that sarcastic tone when given something resembling an order.

tomura was definitely not Daddy towards him when it was just the two of them. their sexual relationship was extremely casual and there was little to no romance to it. they were just close, in the most basic sense of the word. they got along well, they understood each other on a deep level, they had the same interests and hobbies (killing n drugs), etc.. tomura obviously still enjoys exerting power and control over dabi since that’s just who he is through and through, straight to his core, and he technically is his boss, but it wasn’t nearly on the level that Daddy tomura exerts extreme control over reader. tomura didn’t care what dabi wore, who dabi fucked around with, what dabi did, where dabi went, how much sugar dabi ate, when dabi went to bed, etc etc etc (tho obviously some of these things change once he’s in an actual, official relationship with him; cue pushback from dabi). it just didn’t bother him at all. they weren’t exclusive in any sense of the word and aside from sex and work duties tomura didn’t care/have much interest in controlling dabi to this extent.

aw anon it doesn’t it doesn’t!!! oh please bb you’re so sweet hehe <3 honestly, to me personally, when someone begins an ask acknowledging that this might potentially make me uncomfortable and explicitly states that they know there’s a chance i just won’t respond (because that’s all i do to asks that make me uncomfy hehe) i find it really thoughtful and compassionate, and i appreciate it a lot.

especially in this case, your questions were really great (and it totally makes sense that you’d be curious about these things!! i was purposefully vague within the series itself) and i’m glad you asked them! you were really respectful, don’t worry <33 and thank you so much!! i’m so glad to hear it!! c:

#such good questions anon i really enjoyed answering them!!! #and you’re such a sweetie hehe <33 #i really appreciate how thoughtful u were!!! #i hope this answers your questions!! <3 #have a fab day n stay safe + healthy!!! #bmb universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[melodythebunny]

What if next gen were as crazy as craze?

leave this happy fam alone-

fro what ik craze kidnaps and experiments on people and ik carrie definitely would NOT be okay with that. just NO. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wrote a mini fic to this bc sudden writing inspiration- Tw angst, needle mentioned, also blood mentioned

"you need help…serious help.” carrie mumbled loud enough to be heard. “I…i can't help you with this.."

Her husband frowns clearly not happy to hear her response.

She had caught steven dragging a black bag downstairs…at 2 am in the morning! If that wasnt worrying enough, carrie could see crimson stains on his labcoat. he looked unhinged. All this time she wondered why he would spend so much time in their basement. Now she knew. It was foolish of her to think everything would just back to how it used to be. Too busy wearing rose-colored glasses to see the red flags. And now it was too late to fix any of this. “What do you mean you're not going to help me-?” It was like a switch had been flipped, he had been acting so sweet to her a moment ago, but now he was gripping her shoulders hard. Yes, she was afraid for her own life at the moment. Even more concerned about the safety of THEIR children. But that didnt stop her from shouting back at him. “NO! You’re crazy. After all we’ve been through! YOU WANT TO CONTINUE THIS??!” Her hands gripped his, trying to yank them off. Steven was slightly taken aback by that. Carrie didn’t raise her voice often, and it was just as rare for her to actually LOOK angry.

“Im not crazy…” He retorted with a softer tone, but it quickly became loud again, “I CAN do it! I’m smarter and more skilled than half of the world!!” He gripped her shoulders harder, pinning her harder against the wall, making Carrie grunt in pain. “You said you’d always have my back! I thought you loved me!”

“I do love you…” The woman whimpered looking down, “but this is insane… I can’t help with something this- INSANE!” she couldn’t find a better word for it.

She had been used before, and she was used to it, she could handle that much. She just couldn’t handle when it got physical.

And if steven was willing to get violent with her if she disagreed with him…

Carrie wanted to cut it off before she was forced to return a punch if it was given. She didn’t want to hurt Steven.

“Please Steven…” Carrie pleaded, too scared and angry to look him in the eye. “Don’t make me help with this… I won’t oppose you… But I don’t want the kind of life this will lead to…” Her body was trembling, and if he didn’t let go soon or got any more violent, Carrie was afraid of what she might do out of impulse.

The children weren't in any immediate danger being that steven was too busy cornering her at the moment. any chance she got, she would take the kids and leave. The man shouted a few other things, but the woman was too busy trying to keep herself under control and think of what to say to get him to stop.

“STEVEN….!” Carrie managed to cry out, putting on the most pathetic tear stained face she could “Please Let Go!! You're hurting me-!” She hated herself for resorting to this, but it was his last chance to let go before she lost own her self-control. Looking weak, gaining pity, lowering people's guard, that’s what she was good at after all.

Steven was quiet for a moment as he stared at her, his face still hard with anger, but soon loosened his grip on her, his face contorting to a twisted smile.

“No,no, you just don’t get it!” he crackles. “YOU need help! I’ll help you!”

“wha-”

She barely had time to scream before he plunged a syringe in her arm.

And everything went black.

yeah im just gonna tag you guys whenever I write something angsty u-u @ninjastormhawkkat @drtwobrainsstuff

#liloskull343 #not canon #next gen au #this is an entire au of its own #everything's not alright au #steven boxleitner #carrie #tw blood mention #tw syringe

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Promo time!!!

Oop I can already see drama from the hovering over the video for just a second 😭

Okay let's do this xD

AAAAHHAUGH he should've 😭

But also I mean he does have a right to be mad xd

Hmm it's not really BECAUSE of him though

True though not an apology, especially since he probably came to him with it as an apology xd

AAAHHH NEW PEOPLE!!

SLFKGDLSJS "I'm about to pee myself" "Please do not" girl fr xD mood lol. And please don't, but also she seems sweet :D she's so excited to meet him :)

Heard there would be another autistic doctor looking up to Shawn and this is really cool!!

Hope it goes well :D

Writing wise mostly lol

I mean all med students do lol

Is that xD? I figured it's from a different conversation than that topic but eh maybe not! Either way she seems cool :)

Bro looks annoyed before the how we learn bit btw lol xD the bit before the wave

Oope 😳 o.o contaminateddd

Hmm well yeah bestie that is how it works sometimes

Sorry xD I know you're/she's probably just trying to be clear lol not necessarily in shock but honestly that's also valid

Just not time for that in an OR necessarily lol

Oop "Leave. Now" o.o

Gosh I hope this goes well xD

Anyway!! I'm so excited :DD

That's the last of my last thoughts on the promo, so now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode!! I thought it was a really good premiere and having it be all about babies was fun :D. Obviously with other stuff going on but given that that was one of the big/biggest events from last season (two of the biggest, if we include Eden), specifically the end of last season, so it makes sense to have the episode kind of centered around that :)). But in a thematic way so it's not just one or two babies :), if that makes sense? Yeah, sure, it does :D. Anyway, I really liked it :)). And I'm SO glad they all survived lol xD 😅.

Now! Onto personal bits :))

They'll be short because I actually did decide to do this tonight lol

Missing Danny <33 glad he's doing well though, and that he and Jordan are still in contact and on okay terms :)). I hope he comes back one day but with just one season left, for character arc reasons I hope he doesn't xd. Unless there's a flash forward, which would be rude because I deserve to see him come back lol. Anyway!

Marcus just screwing off is amazing xD. Yk what, after everything he's done (like worked hard I mean and been through some stuff), he deserves it xD. And I'm happy he and Dalisay are happy and good :DD. Good for them :)). Ik the actor quit to focus on his political career but I do hope he comes back for the end :). Just like Antonia and a ghost vision of Melendez lol xDD.

Lim and Glassman fighting over the President position - but in an opposite way xD? - was great lol xD. I love these two idiots. Plus, like I said, the serious mixed with joking tone was fun lol. Anyway, they slayed 😌

The Asher Jordan bestieism :D. But I really hope we actually get more of that in the future :((. I love Asher and Jerome (I would say as much as the next person but I love them way more than that xD, I absolutely adore them lol) but I feel bad for Jordan :(, and I need me that bestieism time <3. Related and separate concerns lol. Anyway, while I hope he spends more time with Jordan in the future I do get it and I don't really blame him much lol. But yeah, he slays, I'm sure Jerome was slaying too, they slayed <3.

I'm glad Jordan has Kalu back now :)). Honestly I was not thinking that would be his avoidance reason but it's interesting! A good reason writing wise but I am glad they made up a bit :D :) also that takeout bit at the end was so cute 🥰 them <3

Y'all I was stressed about Park and Morgan this episode 😭😭 xd. I didn't think that after all this "work" like put into the storyline they would kill Eden but gosh was I scared xd. I'm so happy he and Jack survived though :'D :')). And I loved the bond they formed as parents <33. Also hallelujah that the parent issues didn't last for another episode, I was scared it would but I'm so glad Morgan took at least a step into accepting Park into that more <33. Bc he was so valid for wanting her to acknowledge his love and effort more, and I'm glad she did :'). I love them both so much :D <333 :) 🥰. Anyway, I'm so glad everyone's okay <33

Once again I just really feel for Jordan 😭. It sucks to feel like others are leaving you behind and I just really hope/want the best for her <33. It's such an isolating feeling so I hope it goes away for her soon, at least mostly. I'm glad she has Kalu now too :').

Shaun and Lea once again just out here doing their best :')). Like I said, I like that their small disagreement didn't last too long. Not that the small ones necessarily always do on the show, I'm just saying this one was small. I just like that Shaun noticed it and talked through it without needing any- prompting, I guess :). Like neither of them had to have a big moment where they knew they had to bring into, they just lived, tried, and adjusted :))). I really loved that :D <33. Also, stop, they're just so cute <333. Anyway, Steve is adorable :D, and I love them all so much :) <3. Also the bit with Glassman at the end is just aaOUGH still going so insane over that dynamic and always will (be). It's just so interesting that even when they're not really speaking, Shaun will still confide when he's at a low point, even almost can't help it, and Glassman will still be there for him and take care of the baby <3. Y'all I love them so much 😭😭❤️. Ill over them <33. Also the ending scene was just so real (literally, was so just. . . idk yeah, real xD. I can't personally relate.to that exactly but it was just really tangible, you could really feel that, and I ADORED that about it, just loved it) and good. AUOGHH!! Loved it <33.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode!! I thought it was super great and I loved the theme, plus there were just so much good scenes that felt so real and raw. Also let us not ignore the amazing emotions and acting from the pair of parents for Jack and Morgan and Park, wow, knocked it out of the part :'o (yes, my brain- zoned out while I was saying that and don't know what I was meaning, but you get the vibe - it was amazing, lol). Everything felt so charged and so great :D. Just loved it!!

Soo, yeah! I really enjoyed this episode, I thought it was great. It was a really good transition from last season and I like that :)). The next episode looks super interesting!

This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 7, Episode 1: Baby, Baby, Baby

I loved it! I'm really excited for the next episode! I think it's going to be an interesting storyline and I hope it goes in a cool direction :D.

I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 7, Episode 2: Skin in the Game

See you then!!

#the good doctor #tgd #oasis's tgd chatter #honestly it probably will be next week by the time I get this out ofr the next episode #hopefully I'll watch it though :)) #anyway! see you there!! #loved this first episode and I love this show :D #btw sorry if some of this ending stuff doesn't make much sense i started gettimg very tired suddenly in the middle of that lol #anyway :DD #what a great episode and a great start to the season :)) #the finale season 😭 #I'm not ready y'all xD #and about the title (was gonna include it at the end there but it just didn't really work well): that was how mnay babies there were #(emphasis on was like 'well hey :o!' xD) #just a cool thing I noticed and liked lol #anyway :))! #I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! #byeeee :))) 🥰🥰 <333!!!!

[wholesomeivygreen]

Jealousy, jealousy

In this y/n is 3 years younger than gojo so they call him sensei

Also the person who's y/n partner is referred to as p/n since I couldnt think of a name lol

I wanted to start off with gojo since ik he is very annoying and loves to tease so with that let's start shall we?

Satoru Gojo X gn reader

It was a Friday evening and you had just come back from a task the elders had given to you from jujutsu high school. You were accompanied by another sorcerer who left pretty quickly since he had other works to do.

Making your way back to the dorm you felt a mysterious wave of energy, filled with mischief, an energy you recognized.

"Stop playing around gojo sensei "

You just couldnt believe that this guy was the strongest around, at times when he had to be strong he was, most definitely. But other times he was just too playful and truth be told a little(alot) annoying. But today was unusual, today was straight up stupid and irritating.

"Ahh~ you're so quick y/n. No fair. Takes all the fun out of it"

Sigh. "I'm sorry gojo sensei but I'm tired and am in no mood to play around. So please leave"

He was in his casual dress, wearing a loose white t shirt with baggy pants.

He put his arm around your shoulder while pinching your cheeks "oh come on y/n chan~play~with~me~please~" he said in his usual playful and singing tone.

He clinged onto you tighter than usual earning a worrying glance from you while he clung onto you with his usual pout staring into your e/c eyes as if he was asking for something else.

"If you're so bored why dont you go entertain yourself? I'm sure yuiji or megumi would love to play around" you said walking back but felt a arm snake around your waist pulling you back making you loose your balance. As you tried to speak you felt gojo being a little too close whispering in your ear "but they are not you y/n chan". You could swear he kissed your head. But too flustered to ask him as he strode ahead to your room you brushed it off.

As you entered your room he was already laying on your bed playing around with your books.

"Damn y/n, why do you like reading so much. It soooo boooorrrinnggg"

You could feel a vein popping. "Sensei please I'm tried and not in the mood for this. Please leave."

"Why? Tired playing around with p/n? Hmm?" He said in a tone deeper than usual, as if he was serious about this. Making you stare at him. Scoffing you turned putting your objects away.

As if on time you could feel gojo behind you ready to mock the objects you used to defeat the curses but this time he didnt, instead.

"Who was p/n?"

Gojo being curious in someone else's life, hmm weird. And a first.

"What? Why are you so concerned?"

Smirking he said "well I saw you laughing quite a lot with him. Was he so funny?"

What? Why was he asking about him? Huffing you just avoided answering him which didnt quite work out for you. As you turned away from the cupboard you felt your wrist being pulled.

"Come on y/n chan...tell me. Who is he?"

"Cant you find out for yourself? I'm too tired"

"Oh yea cause you played too much around with that guy"

That guy- somehow that pissed you off.

"Well if you really wanna know, yes that guy was very fun to be around with. And if I didnt know any better there are multiple times where you get partnered up with someone else right? Do I ask who they are then? Hmm no right. So butt off".

You could feel the smirk growing onto his face and god you regretted your words. Why did you seem angry that he got partnered up with someone else

"If I didnt know any better y/n it seems like you're a bit too interested in who I partner up with?" He came upto you, propping his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you like usual

"Are you jealous?"

That's it. That was the final blow. You elbowed him and turned to him grabbing his collar

"You know I dont think I'm the one who's jealous here...." on on you went on rant about how annoying and stupid he acted even tho he was your sensei and god that smirk of his annoyed you with the plump soft pinkish lips that taunted your very being and those subtle hands of his rubbing circles at your waist which made you feel so weak in the knees.

" and that's why you need to leave"

"Are you done y/n chan?" He said leaning forward making you push back

"You know the way you kept staring at my lips was way too obvious. Its almost like you wanted to kiss me, was that it? You wanted to kiss me so bad it made you look stupid"

Turning back and grabbing his collar again pulling him close enough to feel his breath on yours

"If I wanted to kiss you I would have"

Pushing him away and making forth to your bed you felt drowsy with the events of the last few hours

"And yea-"

You turned to make a final statement, rather you were pushed down onto the bed with gojo hovering above you pinning you down

"What was it doll? Hmm you could if you wanted to?"

He said lips just a few centimeters away. You couldnt look at anything else, couldnt feel anything else other than the fact that his hands are freakishly big compared to yours as you felt the difference oh so clearly.

"Come on doll, speak up or else are you going to continue staring at my lips?" He said while just touching your lips before crashing into yours.

He kept the pace slow at first only leaving light kisses making you swoon. As soon as his arm came to your hips pulling you closer making you open up he swept in making you lose your head for just a moment. As his other hand made it's way to your throat clasping ever so gently while making its presence known you whimpered onto the kiss, pushing him by patting his broad chest, he finally let go of your lips leaving them a little red with his fiesty bites and leaving you breathless.

"Youu tasted really sweet doll" he said earning a smack from your flushed out face.

"Idiot" you said as he shuffled himself on top of you with his hands snaking around you and his head near your neck.

"Sleep well y/n chan" he said as you stared at the ceiling all the events still running through your head as you felt slumber kick you in.

#gojo saturo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x y/n #ivywrites

[ri-ahhh]

can u just give me mushy gushy shit with grayson like ethan has a girl over so the two of you decide to go out for a burger date and a walk at night? idk something like that pls 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: I couldn’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts but I was looking through trying to find something to finish bc I was in the mood to write but not from scratch and found this lol. It was about halfway done and I have no idea where I was going with it but this is what it turned into as of today. Idek if there’s even anyone around here anymore to read this but whatever haha here it is.

You don’t usually mind being single. Even when your best friend/roommate Stella started seeing her boyfriend Charlie seriously, it didn’t give you any longing for a relationship of your own.

But there are some nights where you feel down and you just can’t handle it. The scenes of casual intimacy as soon as you get home and see them together — the vase of flowers on the kitchen island he must have brought over; the playful bickering across the room.

The incessant, unrelenting sound of a marathon session going on through the shared wall of your and Stella’s bedrooms.

You groan and turn the volume up on your AirPods, going straight to your messages next.

Wyd?

{G} 👀

Don’t be weird.

Pretty sure Stella and Charlie are trying to put a hole in the wall w her headboard and I can’t take it anymore.

Your roommate chooses that moment to let out a particularly enthusiastic “fuck!” If she weren’t your best friend, you might have given in to the urge to bang on the wall, but your phone lights up with Grayson’s reply anyway.

{G} E too.

{G} I mean like I can’t hear him but ik what’s going down in there

{G} I’d offer to pick u up but sounds like u need to get outta there lol. Meet me here?

You like the message and slip on some shoes, making sure to slam your bedroom door closed on your way out, as if it would make them pause even one thrust.

In the year that you’ve known him, Grayson Dolan has become one of your closest friends. The kind where you met as acquaintances, never talked much, but then you reconnected randomly and the conversation never stopped from there on. You talk about anything and everything, but recently you’ve bonded even more about being a perpetual third wheel. You knew he’d understand and not pass judgement on you in times like this, so it had been a no-brainer to text him as an escape from tonight.

He buzzes you into the gate when you get to his house, and he tells you over another text to go ahead and hop in the Porsche before he even gets outside. It makes you smile; night drives are your favorite, and while the Tesla is a vibe in its own right, there’s just something calming about someone (your attractive friend, no less) tangibly driving you around. It’s exactly what you need right now, no matter what destination he has in mind.

When he slides into the driver’s side not even a minute later, you’re almost overwhelmed by him. Looking far too good in your eyes for how casual he’s dressed in a well-fitting T-shirt and some grey sweats. Hair slightly damp from a recent shower.

He greets you with a grin and leans over the console to kiss your cheek, and you can smell the combination of his shampoo and a bit of cologne. You always appreciated that he doesn’t overdo the fragrance, and if possible it makes him even more intoxicating at times.

“Hey,” he says simply, sitting back in his seat and fastening the seatbelt.

“Hey.” You smile and watch him with a silent but fairly obvious appreciation as he reaches a hand to rest on the back of your seat, twisting the bit he needs to look out the back windshield. The Porsche has a backup camera, obviously, but he’s a cautious driver to a fault and insists he doesn’t fully trust them.

Grayson gets the car facing enough of the right direction to throw it in drive and exit down the long driveway. You shake your head and settle back, kicking off your shoes with a sigh and tucking your feet onto the seat beneath you.

“One day, we’ll be the ones making them leave the house,” he jokes, stopping for the gate to open.

You know it’s implied that he’s referring to the two of you with separate people, but you can’t help but consider the option that the two of you could make that happen together.

“I know for a fact you have a booty call list a mile long, Dolan,” you say with a raised brow. Despite the fleeting thought, keeping things lighthearted and platonic is much easier to deal with in reality. “You could have called one of them and done just that.”

He scoffs and pretends like you’ve just hurt him deeply, slapping a hand to his burly chest to clutch at his heart. “Excuse me, it is not a mile long.” He glances over at you with a held-back smirk. “A couple hundred yards, tops.”

You throw your head back with a loud cackle, looking out the window now as he turns onto the main road. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Damn, that’s a big word.” He likes to tease you about your extended vocabulary.

“Hopeless,” you elaborate, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Is that what that word means, or are you making fun of my high school dropout vocab?”

“Both.”

You let your head roll back against the headrest, turning to watch him, knees swayed to the side a bit. His form isn’t hidden in the dark at all, features lit up by the dash in front of him and the streetlights you’re passing by outside.

“Why didn’t you, then? Call one of them?”

Grayson shrugs. “Just didn’t really feel like spending time with people tonight.”

You’re silent for a moment and consider his answer. “Why did you agree to hang out, then? You didn’t have to.”

His eyes never leave the road, but you see the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulge out for a moment as he squeezes it tightly.

“I guess I meant I didn’t want to spend time with people I don’t really care about.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it off with a sarcastic tone. “Aw, you care about me?”

“Of course I do,” he replies easily. “I’m not sure why, though. You’re so fuckin sassy sometimes.”

“You love it.”

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. Grayson’s hand slides from where it’s lightly gripping the gear shift, to yours, which is picking at a loose string on your leggings.

Your easy smile at the comfortable banter between you and Grayson falters some in surprise, but you let him turn your palm over and trace the lines of your hand softly. Both of your gazes are fixated on the way he tickles your skin when he says, “Yeah. I do.”

Your eyes shoot up, just in time to meet his. He looks at you with a weird mixture heat and vulnerability, and there’s a thick moment of silence, no longer than the single beat of your heart that you can hear thudding loud and clear in your ears, when suddenly the car behind you lays on the horn.

Both of you startle, and Grayson’s attention returns to the road ahead. He steps on the gas and takes his hand away, carding it through his hair roughly as you sink back into your seat with a disbelieving scoff.

“Oh my God, dude, you can’t just do that to me,” you blurt out, your heart in your stomach and your brain even lower. A helpless giggle escapes you, and you tug on your own locks. “Shit...”

“What?” he asks defensively, but you hear the tiny bit of the grin he’s wearing in his voice.

You turn your head to deadpan him, eyes wide. “You can’t just... imply something like that and give me sex eyes and not think you did something to me! Are you crazy?”

He gives a one-shouldered shrug with the arm resting on top of the steering wheel again. “Maybe. You’re proving my ‘sassy’ point all over again.”

“Oh my — don’t fuck with my head, Gray.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper, more serious as the car comes to another stop. You’re only just now realizing you’ve reached the burger joint, and that the late hour made finding parking a nonexistent problem. He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt before doing the same to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to fuck with your head, I promise. I just... didn’t want it to seem like I was coming on too strong too suddenly. I, uh, have a history of doing that.”

You stare at him, processing everything. “I know.”

He chuckles dryly. “Yeah, I know you do.”

There’s more silence. That heavy kind that happened right after his little impromptu confession.

“You know,” you finally speak up, finding your voice after mulling over your words, “I kinda love that you’re a douche.”

He looks a little taken aback, until understanding dawns on him, and his eyes light up in a way that has you smiling instantly with him. “Really?”

You nod. “Call me crazy.”

Grayson shifts closer in his seat, his pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips. You mirror him, and this time you take the initiative to reach out for his hand. It’s warm and strong, just like the rest of him.

Like earlier, you watch your hands lightly caressing each other as you speak. “And I love that you come on strong. And that you put your heart out there.” You interlace your fingers, immediately in love with the contrast of his huge ones between your slim ones. “Makes things way easier for me.”

He grins wide. “There’s that sass again.”

You bite your lip through your smirk and tug him close to you with your clasped hands, your free one reaching behind his neck to drag his lips to yours. “Mm. Better shut me up, then.”

#here I go again with yet another friends to lovers lmao #dolan twins #Grayson Dolan #blurb #g blurb

[drawlfoy]

Mirror, Mirror Finale P.2

masterlist  request guidelines

pairing: draco x ravenclaw reader

request: yes very highly requested lol

summary: despite never speaking before, y/n has a big crush on draco malfoy, a particularly broody and obnoxious slytherin. what will happen when they finally have to start associating? and what if they run into a certain mirror that shows you what you truly desire?

warnings: cursing!

a/n: so ik i said this was gonna be out later this week but i love you guys too much! here it is...the final part of mirror, mirror! it’s weird to finally finish a series like this but ohhhh boy here we are

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“About time you got off your arse.”

“Hello to you too, Rena,” Y/N sighed as she dropped her satchel on her bed. Her roommate watched, bemused, as she began to unpack her things. 

“How are you?” she asked, her voice noticeably softer. “I really missed you. We were all worried sick, you know.”

Y/N snorted, tossing her wrinkled robes on the bed and making a mental note to spell them neat later. “I do know. Madame Pomfrey was going to kill me for how many times she had to tell you to leave me and let me rest.” 

Rena’s eyes sparkled.

“I’m fine, thank you,” said Y/N. “I missed you too.”

The two sat in silence for a bit as the cold afternoon breeze wafted into their room, carrying the smell of fresh snow in. 

“So, anything exciting happen? Did anyone tell you anything….interesting?”

“No.” Y/N was about to turn back to her work before she caught the mischievous expression on Rena’s face. “What? Why?”

“Nothing,” she sang. “I’m just wondering. I have to catch up with my best friend, you know. It’s been forever.”

“It’s been the whole of four days.”

“It’s been forever,” she restated, jumping up and spinning Y/N around (who couldn’t help but allow a slow grin to spread across her face). 

“I was going crazy in there.” Y/N’s voice was considerably more serious. “I never told you, but--” she chose to ignore the look of anticipation written all over Rena’s face, “--Malfoy talked to me. And he was so nice to me, it was we--”

“That COWARD!” 

The outburst started Y/N, who dropped her things on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry? Rena, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you,” said Rena, her tone dutiful and mournful. “It’s not my place. Anyways, what did that loser do?”

“Er,” began Y/N, “I don’t know how much of it was real or if it was because I was on pain potion, but he and I--I don’t know, flirted? There was a lot of banter, and before he knew it he pulled me off the ground--”

“You were on the ground?”

“--he pulled me off the ground and picked the gravel out of my palms.” Y/N swallowed as she recounted the instance. She’d never seen him look so soft before. “He said he had something he wanted to tell me, and his voice got all strange.”

“And then?” 

“And then Madame Pomfrey came to yell at me and basically--oh god, Rena, she basically told him that I dreamt of him!”

Rena snorted with laughter. “Shit, dude. I don’t think you should worry, though. You’d think any bloke with half a brain would’ve figured out that you were obsessed with him by now.”

“Shut up.” Y/N’s face was hot. “Anyways, I haven’t seen him since. I’d prefer if we could stop talking about this.”

“Sure, sure.” She took in a breath. “Wait, what about rounds? Don’t you still have to see him?”

“No. Flitwick told me I’m off. At least until next month.” If she sped through the thought, it didn’t hurt as much.

“Ending of a chapter, huh? How are you feeling about that?”

Y/N sighed. “Honestly, Rena, I love you, you know I do, but I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Okay? It’s over.”

If her words carried any deeper meaning to Rena, she didn’t show it. “Lighten up, girly. Maybe it’s not.”

“All I’ve done is make a fool of myself,” lamented Y/N, throwing her empty satchel in the closet and collapsing onto her bed. “I’m just going to go back to what everything was before. This hasn’t changed anything. Now, Rena, I have a Potions exam to study for.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

~

Her interactions with Draco were few and far between in the following weeks. Sometimes she caught a few glimpses of a pale blonde head of hair as she walked down the halls to her classes, but nothing concrete, nothing even close to the amount of interaction they had while she was still bound to her rounds. 

It was certainly a punch in the gut--after all, she did spend a good portion of her academic career thirsting over him--but the sensible part of her knew that this was for the better. Her schoolwork became her top priority again, just like it had been the years before she was assigned to be his partner.

So, given this pattern of communication, it was fair to say that Y/N was completely and utterly flabbergasted when she saw Draco waiting by the entry of her common room at 11pm one night.

“Can I help you?” she asked as she shifted the books in her satchel to be secured over her shoulder.

“Yes, actually,” he said smoothly, not tripping over his words in the slightest. “I have rounds tonight.”

“I’m aware.” She hoped that he couldn’t hear her heart pounding the way that it was.

“And I’m out of Wide-eye potion.” 

“That really sucks,” Y/N said as she held up her hand on the door of the common room, uttering the riddle’s answer under her breath before she stepped in. 

“Wait!” His voice turned her around--it was pleading, almost desperate. “I have an exam tomorrow. No one in Slytherin has any. Snape would kick my arse for waking him up now. I know you have some left over since you never finished the rounds, and I--I understand if you don’t want to but it doesn’t have a very good shelf life anyways and I was hoping you’d...that you’d be alright with giving it to me.”

She paused, completely stunned. The most hopeful part of her wondered if he had made this up, but she squelched this with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of her. “Fine. Come with me, you must be freezing outside.” 

Y/N wasn’t wrong--the weather had taken a turn in the past few days to be bitterly cold--but it wasn’t like she’d object seeing him for any longer. She mentally cursed herself for being so weak-willed.

Draco looked pleasantly surprised at the suggestion and stepped into the common room with her, following her up until she reached the base of the stairs. “I’ll wait here.”

“If you’re comfortable,” she began, “I’d honestly prefer if you came with me. I don’t want to explain to anyone why I let you into our common room unsupervised.”

He looked like his mind was buffering the information for a second, standing with a glazed look in his eyes before he sucked in a breath and became the picture of confidence once again. “Want me in your room that bad?”

Yes.

“You wish.”

He scoffed as they climbed the stairs, Y/N a few steps above him. She thought that if she maintained the space he wouldn’t see how hard she was shaking and wondered where Rena was. Studying with Hermione like she told her she was? She hoped.

Y/N stopped in front of her door at the very end of the hall, decorated with a banner that had their names displayed in glittering bronze letters that moved in the light. “Ok. You can come in with me if you want--it might be a couple minutes since I don’t quite remember where it is.”

He looked amused with himself as she got out her wand and attempted to unlock her door with the specialized charm she and Rena had decided upon. Mortifyingly enough, her hand was too shaky to execute it.

“Hey, hey,” Draco tutted, holding his hand out. It enveloped hers and held her wand still as she muttered the incantation, unlocking the door and swinging it open. 

“Er...thanks,” she said. His hand was still over hers. 

Y/N broke the eye contact to dart through the door to a thankfully dark and empty room--if Rena had seen that, she never would’ve let her hear the end of that--and began rifling through her drawers as Draco shut the door and examined her room.

“You’re flustered,” he noted as she tipped over one of her candlesticks and just barely managed to catch it. “Is everything okay? Trouble in paradise, little Ravenclaw?”

“Like you care.” Y/N shut the desk drawer with an audible BANG. “And don’t call me that. Rowena Ravenclaw is rolling in her grave hearing you infantilize her good name like that.”

Draco laughed from his stance by her door--a sound that she hated to admit that she really missed. “I take back what I said. You certainly sound like yourself.”

Y/N’s fingers finally closed around the last bottle of Wide-Eye, which was quickly tossed to Draco. “Happy now?”

He sent her a strangely weak smile as he slipped the vial into his pocket, no doubt silk lined and expensive. “Sure. So this is goodbye? Actually?”

“I think...I think so.” 

Y/N had moved closer to him so only about a foot stood between them, a distance that felt like a mile from where she stood. 

This is goodbye.

Draco was making a motion to turn around and open the door when Y/N experienced the most severe lapse of judgement in the entirety of her 17 years.

She sprung forward, her fingers curling around the satiny soft fabric of his tie and pulling. Her motion was rough enough that he jolted forward, his eyes wide with surprise as Y/N closed in and pressed her lips to his in a very chaste and ungraceful movement. 

The split second that it took for her to realize the consequences of her actions was enough for her to let go completely and jump away, apologies readily falling out of her mouth in disjointed and clumsy collections. 

“I’m so sorry...Oh my god...I have no idea what got into me...Draco, I--”

Before she could finish, his hands were already cupping her face, his frame bent down the slightest so he could be more level with her. And he was--oh--he was kissing her, actually properly this time, without the tense closed-offness of her first attempt.

When Y/N imagined what it was like to kiss Draco Malfoy, she didn’t imagine him to be so soft. Or warm. Or gentle, or pliant, or whatever other good things he was to her as he snaked her arms around her and held her tight to him.

His kisses turned feverish, almost desperate as he turned her so she was pressed up between him and the wall. Everywhere his hands touched felt charged with electricity and energy, and as his hands traveled up and down her spine she decided that this must be what it’s like to die of happiness. 

“Draco,” she managed in between kisses, pulling away for air for just a moment and sliding back down so her feet touched the floor again. “Can we talk? About this?”

“Thanks,” he responded, his eyes glittering with endearment. “I almost forgot you were a Ravenclaw.”

“Shut up.” 

He grinned but made no effort to step away from her, instead choosing to drag his fingers up and down the side of her exposed neck. “What’s there to talk about? I like you, you like me, there’s nothing we need to do to complicate this further.”

“You...you what?”

“Yes, genius, what else did you think I was planning on telling you that day in the courtyard,” Draco said. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were over me. That was horribly embarrassing, you know. Had to nurse my ego for weeks before I could garner up the courage to speak to you again.” He stopped to gently press the pad of his thumb into the little dimple she had in her left cheek, smiling uncontrollably as he moved his hand back to cup her face.

“How was I supposed to know that?” argued Y/N. 

“Isn’t this supposed to be the smart house?” he teased. 

She slapped his shoulder. “Don’t make me decide I don’t like you anymore.”

“Oh, so you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“That you like me?”

“I’m going to scream.”

“Just from kissing me? Wow, I must be good.”

“I mean it!”

“So do I!”

Y/N gazed up at the boy in front of her for a few beats, admiring how the moonlight bounced off the silvery strands of his hair and how his smile reached every corner of his face. 

“I take back what I said,” she told him.

“Oh, and what is that?”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

He smiled again, leaning in close so his lips barely brushed her ear. “No. No, it isn’t.”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #dracotok #draco #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy x you

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Heyyy problem children or whateva, I havent posted in a while so let's do what bnha characters would do if you were hurting yourself okay? Okay.

TW: mention of self harm and scars/suicide- I have done this to myself before and ik how it can affect people so I beg you that if you are sensitive to this please do not read this. I have tried to keep it light hearted though as to hopefully not make anyone cry.

N e waysssssss

Iida:

• * cue hand movements *

• I feel like he would be training and would look over to see you laying underneath a tree, short sleeves and trying not to give in to your sad thoughts

• and with genuine worry would come over and sit next to you and pull you up into his lap (given you two are together) and would place his hand on your cheek

• "hey are you ok my love" he would ask with literal concern visible in his voice

• you would have let yourself cry at this point and would be shaking in his arms trying to steady your breathing

• like to the point that you couldn't form words (aswell as being humiliated that you are vulnerable and are wearing short sleeves) so you would just look down and fiddle with your hands

• to which he would look down too and see scars, faded and new, covering the lower part of your arms and wrists

• I'm not gonna lie, he is a really sweet person and I feel like hes kinda innocent too so he would probably gently wrap one arm around your waist and one on your wrist while asking something like "my love who's hurting you? Is it a villain? You should have said love I could have helped you"

• and your response would be a violent shake of your head and you would look up at him and weakly smile and mumble "m-me. I'm doing I-it"

• that's when out of instinct he would make his hand movements being like "that is highly dangerous, if you were to damage yourself for good I...i" and letting himself feel sad he would whisper "I wouldn't be able to bear it my love...please dont do this anymore, I can help you"

• I feel like he would then pull up your wrists and softly kiss each scar and whisper to you "see, I'll kiss them all better for you"

Because I ship erasermic so much I'm doing these to together sooo your just best friends with them in this one. Shouta and yamada:

• shouta wouldn't have noticed if you didnt flinch when he gripped onto your wrist to make you listen to him

• immediately dropping your hand he would look concerned and would call mic over "hey mic come here for a minute I think y/n needs us"

• you would frantically try to walk away because you arent prepared to let them see what you have done

• but as you try to walk away shouta would again grip onto you, your hand this time, and would turn you around so you were facing both mic and him

• letting your hair fall forward as your look down in a desperate way to stop being confronted, mic would move from hugging shouta to lifting your chin up so you are eye level with them

• "y/n? If your not ok you can tell us you know that right?" Mic would say looking into your eyes

• and avoiding his own eyes you would simply nod before shouta suddenly grabs your sleeve and pulls it up, showing new scars covering your arms

• with eyes widened on all 3 of you, they would almost immediately smother you in a harsh hug and I have a feeling hizashi would probably cry aswell as you, leaving shouta to try comfort you both

• finally pulling away from you, and quickly burying mics head into the crook of his neck, shouta would looks at you deeply and try to give you a reassuring smile with an "it's going to be ok, it's better that we know now and can help you"

• with sudden urges of wanting to hurt again you place your arms behind your back and scratch at your newer scars, causing them to bleed

• and taking note of what you are doing shouta would use his binding cloth to take your arms and skillfully wrap around them like a bandage

• and face dropping to the floor once again you would let out a small sigh "I'm, I'm so sorry for disappointing you guys..its just so hard and sometimes I dont want to be here or even exist anymore.."

• so then mic would unwrap his arms from shoutas waist and move so hes hugging you again whispering anything he can think of to you like "no no you dont get it, you could never disappoint us y/n"

• eventually, with mic once again in shoutas arms but facing you this time, they convince you to let them help

• and with them both being teachers they know exactly how to make sure your ok and constantly check up on you

Let's add a villain into the mix shall we

Dabi:

• this mf will tease you endlessly about anything- apart from this

• and having scars himself he would literally know how they feel so it would probably hit close to home for him

• laying in bed with you, only him being awake, he would lay onto your chest and let his eyes wander over your body, just taking in how lucky he is

• which is when he would see your arms

• and silently he would curse at him self for not knowing sooner but would know what to do

• so with out walking you up he would get up and find some soothing oils to help heal your scars and soothe the pain, then woukd wrap your arms gently in bandages before laying back down and laying protectively next to you

• when you wake up however you go about taking of your bandages, but as you go to get out of bed he grasps around your waist and pulls you back pushing your head softly against his chest whispering "no doll-face, you are not leaving my side today, and even though I tease you alot you know I love you right?"

• knowing that he knows, you let yourself back to sleep after mumbling an apology

Oooh im at my last one already😭well here

Tamaki amajiki:

• poor baby would just cry infront of you out of confusion and sadness

• would maybe find out when he goes to hug you from behind and feels you wince as he touches your arms accidentally

• he would apologise like 10 times over how bad he feels that he hurt you and would pull up your sleeve to try and see if he really hurt you

• and would look at you in shock and you start crying, knowing what he is going to see

• moving round to being infront of you, he pulls up your sleeves and looks in shock, and immediately crys

• pulling you into a hug and burying his face into your soft hair he would whisper sweet things to you in an attempt to calm your unstable breathes like "hey im here, I can help dont worry I'll help" and will just keep going until he can feel your heartbeat slow down

•then he will wrap his arms around your waist firmly and in a more serious tone and his intense glare would say "okay baby I know this is hard for you, but even if you dont want me to I'm going to help you through this" before letting himself collapse into you in another hug

Ok so I hope yall are all ok after reading that, if not here🍫🍬🤜💕have some food and love and calm yo self down, it's ok. Have a nice dayyyyy

#iida tenya #bnha iida #aizawa #present mic #aizawa x present mic #mha dabi #dabi #tamaki amajiki #bnha

[ikenbar]

Mr.Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT4

Warnings: Some more juicy Victor Angst! (tho not as bad as the previous part... wait for part five for that...) also some fluff, playful banter, corny jokes, backstory, aaaaaaAAAAND (say it with me y’all) CLIFFHANGERS!!!! and this one’s a dozy! :D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, and three can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in the previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part four:

Victor struggled to keep me talking, to stop me from pushing him away, but it was too late. I had said my piece. I ripped myself away from Victor’s arms and locked myself in the bathroom. After an hour or so to myself, I left the bathroom to find that Victor had packed away all of his things and was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that was left on the desk was the small yellow bowl and my spoon. 

Days had passed and my condition had gotten better. People had come and gone but Victor hadn’t been one of them.

The day of my release finally came and I was relieved to finally be out of that awful hospital gown. I straightened my leather jacket as I looked at myself in the mirror. My burn was healing slowly but the doctor said I could finally move with it. Granted, that movement being minimal and I would need to replace my bandage daily. I did a quick pat check of my pockets. The keys that Bart had brought me for my apartment jabbed into my hand. I walked out of the bathroom and I checked my watch. 11:13. Chris should be here to pick me up soon. I looked up and looked around the room, ready to say goodbye…

“Victor?!” I gasped.

Victor stood in front of my hospital bed, looking at my last hospital report with a serious expression. He wore his usual business suit and black tie but something seemed off about him. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Victor turned to look at me, tactlessness riding in his eyes as they met mine. He placed the clipboard back onto the end of my bed and turned to face me straight on, shoving his hands into his pockets as he did so. He looked me up and down. “It’s good to see you out of bed.” Victor said, his voice a tone of professionalism that I had nearly forgotten about. I tensed slightly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, dismissively.

“I’m taking you home.” Victor said casually. My heart skipped a beat.

“N-no. Chris is.” I said stubbornly. Victor sighed and started walking up to me slowly. I felt my body tense even further.

“Chris asked Bart to take you.” Victor said casually, as if he hadn’t noticed my uneasiness, “Then Bart had an emergency at a shoot so he asked me to pick you up.” Victor looked down at me, casting an intimidating aura around us. “Do you have a problem with that?” Victor asked, arching his eyebrow. I paused. From where I was standing, I could just make out the smell of his expensive cologne. A memory of the last night we spent together flashed in my mind. 

“...No.” I finally said after a pause that had lasted far too long, “We should get going so you can go back to work.” I turned and walked to the door.

“Don’t  worry about that.” Victor said, following close behind me, “Have you eaten today?”

“I was going to order in once I got home.” I said, pulling open the door and holding it for Victor. He didn’t walk through it. He only stared at me with an indignant face.

“Eating take out isn’t good for someone who is trying to heal.”

“Well I can’t rightly cook in my condition.”  I arched my eyebrow and leaned on the door with my good arm. Victor arched his eyebrow to mimic mine.

“You have a family, don’t you?” He asked, folding his arms, “Can’t you go to them for food?”

“Let see,” I looked up and tapped my chin in thought, “Right now Maria is working at the hospital, Bart is at the so-called ‘shoot’, and the kids are at school. I suppose I could pick Lola up from day care and have her cook for me. Though, I doubt I'll get anything more than some mashed carrots.” I flashed a look at Victor.

Then froze. 

He had a look on his face that sent nostalgia pushing through my heart. Nostalgia for when I was in a meeting with him and we joked about nicknames, when I was at Souvenir, when we joked and teased each other on the car ride home... When he showed how much he wanted to be a part of my life and he told me to confide in him for anything...

When he showed how much he cared...

I eased my shoulders as I looked at Victor, taking in that nostalgia that overcame me. Victor’s expression relaxed, as if he felt it as well. We stood there for what seemed like forever...

An image of a black mask flashed behind my eyes.

I tensed my shoulders and directed my eyes away from Victor as I cleared my throat. “Do you plan on taking me home or did you want to stay here instead?” My professional tone had returned as I looked down at my watch. 

Hesitation lingered in the air. After a long, tedious moment, I felt something over my head. I looked up and found Victor had placed his hand on the door, holding it in my place. I turned to him and found that he was already looking down at me. 

Victor gestured to the door, ushering for me to go through it. I wavered for a moment, watching Victor closely as I did so. His expression didn't change. He merely looked at me with an emotionless demeanor and strange emotions in his eyes. I quickly looked away from him, not wanting to have another staring contest, and walked out of the room. Victor followed behind me, shutting the door behind him and we began walking down the hallway in silence.

“We’re going to have to stop by the store before we go to your apartment.” Victor spoke defiantly and seriously, making me jump slightly, “The produce may not be as fresh as I’d like but there isn’t much we can do now.”

“Alright.” I said slowly, “Why?”

Victor sighed, as if the question was too dumb for him to answer. Nonetheless, he replied, “If you insist that no one can feed you, then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” All the blood in my body dropped to my shoes. Victor pulled out his phone and tapped it for a moment before pulling it up to his ear. “Mr. Mills, prepare Souvenir for-"

I reached up and yanked the phone Victor's hand. "Mr. Mills? It's Ike."

"Oh! Miss Ike!" Mr. Mills' familiar voice rang happily over the phone, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm... feeling better, thanks. Don't worry about opening Souvenir. Victor was overreacting to something I said."

"Well, alright then!" Mr. Mills laughed, "let me know if you change your mind!"

"I will. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and shoved it into Victor's chest. "Would you cut it out?!" I huffed, glaring up at him, "You've done enough for me! Besides it’s almost noon, don't you have a company to run?"

"Today is my day off." Victor said calmly, a stark contrast to my rising frustration towards him, "It wouldn't be out of my way. Besides, eating healthy when you're healing allows your body to heal faster, meaning you'll be back to work just as fast." I opened my mouth but Victor held up a hand, "You can pay for the groceries if you're so concerned about me going out of my way for you.” With that, Victor’s pace quickened, signaling that he was finished with that conversation. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. This man will be the death of me faster then I’ll be the death of him...

>>>

The car ride between Victor and I was silent. I sat in the back of the car, keeping my head facing the window and not daring to start a conversation. Victor felt differently though. “What do you feel like eating?” He asked casually, keeping his head facing the road.

“I’m not picky.” I said, keeping a tactless tone as My eyes glazed the buildings we passed, “You decide.”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“Not unless you use a recipe with bees in it.”

“You’re allergic to bees?” Victor asked, seemingly interested in learning more.

“Mildly.” I said. Silence washed over the car again. 

“You’re quite the conversationalist.” Victor said in a teasing tone. I hummed my response but said nothing more. Silence washed over the car again. “... How’s your arm?” Victor’s tone softened dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine?” I sighed, moving my hand from under my chin to rub my face, “I told you, I don’t feel any pain.” 

“That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re fine.” Victor said defiantly, “You could just be saying that because you’re keeping the pain to yourself like a dummy.” I growled and turned to him, prepared to argue, but one look of his face made one thing clear to me. 

He wanted me to fight him. 

Though his face was stoic, I could still read traces of amusement in his eyes. He wanted me to fight with him. He wanted to banter… a part of me did too. I wanted so bad to give him a snarky quip, a sarcastic comment, an arched eyebrow and snide grin. But I couldn’t. We would become too close and...

I shut my mouth and turned back to the window. “What?” Victor teased, “Are you afraid that I’m right?”

“No.” I sighed, tone flat and emotionless, “Just… not in the mood to fight.” I felt Victor’s eyes on me but I made no motion to meet them. I swallowed back the rising lump in my throat as I leaned my elbow back onto the window, resuming the position I had, and cutting Victor off from any further conversations.

>

Victor watched Ike through the rearview mirror of the car, unsure of what to do next. He tried conversating, joking around, calling her dummy, he was even making her dinner! Why was she so adamant on pushing him away. She called him from Souvenir as someone she could trust. Was she lying? Was calling him a mistake? A joke? Did he really not mean as much to her as she did to him? 

Victor sighed and adjusted the mirror so it was facing the back of the car once again. How could he? She didn’t remember the spoon… his spoon. The one he had given to a little girl all those years ago while he was perfecting a pudding recipe for a girl he liked. At that time, that little bushy haired girl had been the only friend he had. And, though she had never met his crush before, she knew how much she meant to him and tried to help him in any way she could. Without question. That little bushy haired girl who made him warm and happy inside, that made him question his previous feelings, that made his day with the purest of smiles. That smile never seemed to leave her face back then…

What happened to her?

>

I frowned as we walked into the supermarket. The place was bustling with people with late lunch plans. I looked up at Victor, who had just walked to my side. “It’s pretty busy today.” I sang, folding my arms and arching my eyebrow, “It may be faster just to get take out.” Victor looked down at me and arched his eyebrow.

“What? Are you afraid of a little crowd?” Victor asked snarkily. He walked further into the store and to the small stack of vacant carts, “You’ll have to stay close to me so I don’t lose you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I grumbled, walking up to Victor, “Can’t you just give me a list? I’m sure we can leave faster if we split up.”

“Nope.” Victor defiantly said, “You’re sticking with me.”

“I’d rather jump off a cliff.”

“Ike, I’m responsible if you get hurt.”

“Oh my, you’re right. I may start some beef with the lunch meat.” I looked up at Victor, “If I’m not careful, they’ll send me back to the hospital.” I was prepared for a snarky quip back… 

Victor’s eyes locked onto mine. A hint of an indecipherable emotion played in his eyes. I felt a slight warmth in my chest…

Which I promptly squashed as I cleared my throat and avoided eye contact with him as I looked around the store. “We should get shopping.” I said, backing away from Victor slightly. I started walking forward, looking at the food around me.  It didn’t take long until I stopped in my tracks. I turned to look at Victor. He was following close behind me, watching me carefully. Once he caught my eyes, he arched his eyebrow. 

“Is there a problem?” Victor asked as if he knew what the problem was without having to ask. I rolled my eyes and walked to the side of the shopping cart.

“What do we need to buy?” I asked impatiently. Victor chuckled and pushed the cart forward.

Our time at the store seemed to pass swiftly. After Victor had started shopping, he had gotten into a sort of zone. He seemed to be lost in finding the right ingredients to whatever dish he had planned. But Victor didn’t dismiss me entirely. He kept a close eye on me and constantly asked for my input for what to buy. Though I didn’t reply with more then one word, it didn’t stop him from doing it with every product he came across. 

I paid for the food like Victor said I could and left the store, Victor holding nearly all of the bags himself. I chose not to say anything about it, knowing full well that he’d want me to… 

I couldn’t… 

I won’t…

“...I could have taken some of those bags you know.” I huffed, more angry that I had broken my silent treatment then that he had taken the bags for himself.

“You shouldn’t overwork your shoulder.” Victor said seriously. I looked up at him with a glare.

“I’m. Fine.” I growled, hitting each syllable with deliberacy, “Besides, what is one bag full of lettuce going to do? Hold me at gunpoint? Speaking of which,” I looked down at the bags and their contents, “You sure bought a lot of leafy greens.”

“Dark leafy greens hold a lot of vitamins and minerals that will help aid your healing process.” Victor said defiantly as we neared his car, “You’re complaining about eating your vegetables? I thought you said you weren’t a picky eater.”

“I’m not. I just figured you had mistaken me for a bunny-... rabbit.” I cursed to myself. I did it again! I fell back into our natural rhythm! I need to stop or-

“I think I can tell the difference between a bunny and a dummy.” Victor chimed. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Oh really! Well good on you! That was a skill I had to take years to master!”

“Excuse me?” Victor chuckled.

“Yeah! It only made sense after I tried to use a rabbit as a puppet.”

Victor laughed. 

I looked up at him in shock. 

Did I really make Captain Capitalist laugh?! 

Victor looked down at me, laughter still remaining in his eyes as he met mine. “What?” He chuckled, “Do you really think so little of your own jokes?”

“No.” I said, his contagious smile creeping onto my face, “I just… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.” Victor arched his eyebrow.

“Oh? Well maybe that’s because some dummy hasn’t said anything funny before.”

I clicked my tongue. “Ah man. You were doing so good! But I’m actually a bunny.”

 “Oh, I’m sorry.” Victor said through a hardy chuckle, “My mistake.” He bumped me playfully with his grocery bags before he approached his car with his keys. I stalled a moment, watching him open the trunk smoothly, despite the bags in his hands. A warm feel settled in my chest. Maybe talking like this with Victor wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. Maybe we can be close but I can steer the topic away from… what was going on. We may not be as close as he’d like but maybe what we could be is work buddies. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? Besides,... 

I felt a slight burn push through my cheeks. 

Victor looked so handsome when he smiled.

Victor turned to look at me, catching me off guard. “Are you just going to stand there?” He asked, reaching one of his now empty hands out to me. I shook my head and walked over to him, the warmth in my heart becoming stronger.

>>

The car ride home was short but it may have just been that way because Victor and I had spent it bantering. He didn’t seem to want to change the conversation over what useless thing we had been discussing. Victor seemed perfectly alright arguing uselessly over nothing. Perhaps he could tell that I didn’t want it to change. Actually, at that moment, I didn’t want anything to change. But I knew it had to as we pulled into my apartment parking lot.

“You still have that bike?” Victor growled as he parked next to my motorcycle.

“Jealous?” I teased, unbuckling my seatbelt and popping my car door open.

“Hardly.” Victor rolled his eyes as he followed my movements, “You seem like a well rounded person. Why would you want to risk your life on something as dangerous as a bike.”

“To spite you.” I sighed and left the car, smiling at my bike, “and Sam would kill me if I got rid of it.”

“Sam?” Victor asked, popping the trunk of his car again, “Why’s that?”

“He helped me pick her out.” I brushed the handle of my bike gently, “He was obsessed with motorbikes when we had first met. When I was finally old enough to get my own, I let him pick it. Once I bought it he promptly devalued it by slapping a corny sticker on the side of it.” I knelt down and touched the out-of-place dino sticker, “Even though, to me, he had made it priceless.” I sat there a moment longer, admiring the bike. Eventually, I sighed, stood up, and turned to face Victor. He was already looking at me. His eyes had a sort of haze to them, obviously lost in thought.

“Don’t tell me my story made you cry.” I teased, walking over to him. Victor blinked and met my eyes, “I made you laugh and cry in one day! Bart will never believe me.” Victor rolled his eyes.

“Just grab the bags I left for you.” He deadpanned, moving to walk to my apartment. I looked in the trunk. Two measly bags sat waiting for me. One containing eggs; the other a package of spinach. I ran my tongue over my teeth in annoyance but took the bags anyway. I closed the trunk and rushed to catch up with Victor.

As we neared my apartment, I pulled out the keys from my pocket. As I flipped through the keys, I glanced up. A small package sat on my door mat.  I arched my eyebrow and stooped down to pick it up. I looked it over carefully. There was no packaging label, no return address, no address on it at all. It was just a small cardboard box that, after a small shake, contained something light and hard.

“What is it?” Victor asked, coming up from behind me.

“Dunno.” I said casually, tucking the package under my arm and turning my attention back to my keys, “Probably someone from the family with a get well gift.”

“What makes you say that?” 

“No address on it.” I opened the door then plucked the box from under my arm. I turned it in the air so Victor could see, “Whoever sent it had to know where I live. It’s probably Sam. He does this kind of thing a lot.” I entered the apartment and flipped on the lights. Nothing had changed, except that some of the plants that I kept around the room had wilted. I clicked my tongue as I walked into the room, sliding off my jacket and hanging it up carelessly next to the door.

“You and Sam are close.” Victor said, following close behind me.

“What gives you that idea?” I teased, tossing a pair of guest slippers down by Victor’s feet.

“He told me about the watch you gave him one of the days they visited.” Victor said, sliding on the slippers easily. 

“Oh really?” I scoffed, walking into the kitchen and placing the shopping bags on the counter, “And what did he say about it?”

“That you bought it for him when you moved out. And that you engraved it so It was more meaningful.” Victor walked up next to me and placed his shopping bags next to mine. He looked down to me meaningfully, “‘Wherever you are-’”

“‘I’ll be there.’” I recited, feeling a soft blush push through my cheeks, “Yeah I know the saying. Sam must have really liked you if he told you all of that.” Victor hummed as he started unloading the contents of the shopping bags.

“He’s a good kid.” Victor’s smooth voice was proof that he meant it.

“Yeah,” I said walking around the table and to my entertainment center, “He is.”

“Where is your trash?” Victor asked from the kitchen.

“Under the sink.” I called as I plucked a box cutter from one of the higher shelves of the center, “First door, you can’t miss it. I’ll show you where everything is in a second.” Some rustling came from the kitchen but Victor said nothing more. Unwilling to keep Victor waiting, I quickly slid the boxcutters knife down the tape of the box and flipped it open…

The boxcutter slipped from my hands.

A glistening green light reflected from the lights of my apartment and into my eye, making me squint but not breaking my eye contact from what was in the box. A pitch black, full faced, high quality mask sat on top of a layer of crinkled brown paper. 

And on its forehead sat a green gemmed and gold laced scarab. 

The box crashed to the ground, causing the mask to slip out of it and hit the floor with a clack. A small black card flipped out from under the mask. It fluttered in the air before sliding just in front of my feet. In calligraphic writing, the bold, poisonous green letters read:

“Get well soon.”

(Next)

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[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars     Shadow      Warriors

            Seas 4

Oh    this-   just    screams      edgy        ...   Whelp

So is Jar      Jar an     adult,       now,?            (Asking because before his    characteri         zation was force of nature to child

Now he    seems to have his own    personality.

Which is fine   if you want to change some details for the sake of a    better story,      (Or to simply      explore         a new       angle,).    Aesthetic

     Just.            need to make sure I’m holding them to the right standard,

    Okay,

   That-         was    relatively     adult,

  Mm

   Um.

   I

 Aight        .           .       Well-

   Wait 

    Did they just call Jar Jar     away from      Cou-ncil-

    .         I mean they are clearly    trying       which          is   some thing       I do       give credit   for-

   Though                The             Tone              Is            Robot-                 Ic-

       (Though that might be int-         entional since it seems to be hinting that this lady is practicing some kind of         mind tricks on him

   (Aka, he’s doing it         under           tox, because we don’t do suspension of choice in     dra-         mat         ic       Me-     -dia,

 S’up

 What?

  I-

  -

   H-elp

Screw my own   accou-   -ntability     -      See that was the correct   -amount of   emotion-

.        Okay        -         Right-

  Sus-       (pic)

    No one noticed the obvious people right there?

  Like not even      Mr. sus         there?

[or are they just so    kind that it’s like   oh yeah we were just talking hate speech     but go right ahead?

Logic?

 There

  Yeah    some shit is definitely going on,

   For sake of argument*     sake, i’m just going to assume that his reaction to      toxic    behavior

*Account     ability-

 Any way

  I-

  I’m still      going to try,

  Despite  you clearly saying you want understood

   Because assumed authority        - and assuming you know better than a person about themselves

     Is totally ok-

     - In this         society

-[Cries        in       sad    “accountability,”     -of-      war,        ]

  Whelp,

  In-    flue-     n      -c      e

 Still an  adult-

  Okay-

 Imagine    it was just a normal necklace     and he pulled that shit-

[Ok for the sake of argument I’m going to assume the necklace is symbolism for toxic influence,

  Being around it         enabling]

  It-         -       His voice voice dropped like         - 6 octaves

     Also I swear if they try to   excuse him      for his actions-

     No

    Mind over matter     -Okay, so they’re not excusing him for his   -actions,

   Me-          an         -       OK so it’s not naturally evil it    just comes down to the users      so that dude was still totally responsible,

  Didn’t    change    - much

    -     Ha-Ha

  Actual     gas     -lighting”

    Also     persuade,            -             Okay,     good not excusing him       from his actions,      -      Thing

The   gaslighting goes deep      -      Also isn’t the Darkside supposed to be      negative over involvement?      -       Aight-         -       -           A-lone

  Oh yeah that’s a great idea let’s just let the  dude that just got gaslighted and completely fell forward go back into the person who did it,

 👍

     Genius     

    (This Jedi Council is fucking                  brilliant)

     Gas-       Light-         Ing

(Note;      Confronting the gas lighter is never the way       to do it       (Inter-             Gen-)          (Excluding accountability of the abuser     (Gen-break           Venting Pro-      Ced- u        re)

 [as you’re usually too angry     to let them get a word in edgewise        And remain;           in control)

  With inter- gen productivity,         They are possibly given       five warnings before         Being          Kick        ed-]

   For the sake of argu-       ment as well       as simplicity-

    We’re stick       -ing with        bas-         ic-

    If someone’s acting toxic        with you, you         reflect and you don’t have to         hang out with anyone         you don’t want to,

    Logic

   This dude      is very clearly making it obvious that    he’s willing to listen to this person,

 And, enabling

“Cl-”

See he’s gaslighting him again      because   he thinks he can get away with it,

With no   accoun-       tability-

 (Or the small bit      this society      believes      in     which is    jail,”

Wr-

Oh!

 Is he a     Gungan      Jedi?

  Also,

  You Don’t  

    SAY!

(The repeated Gaslighter      who has shown multiple times to be     toxic,       Was toxic,    (And prepared to use any means to      subvert the         will? 

Prize  for the  most   in  competent      Je      di

 Like,        Serious-         (Really had to put those two    accoun  t-      ability- cells      to good -    use-”

(For   matting       issue-)

  The writer just saving us the effort of him coming downstairs -all feckin- weird, and the   obvious    “should’ve seen that coming,     “

   ?             ha-ha

    What?

Oh yeah       no the creepy magical stuff wasn’t enough of a      fecking clue in-

  Appar-

   Whelp-

  He   snapped out of that quick-

  Like didn’t even need a      reverse- mind trick

   Good for      him-

   And - actual-     nar-    rative-        -

   Whelp,

   Wreck-ing      -house

       Okay, but how do you think this is going to look to the general public like two Jedi,( very good at persuasion -    mind tricks’ -just showed up, now they’re leader and said Jedi are wreck-ing one of their minster’s houses-  

     One who could’ve     feign-           ed lack of support for the        war

     Like if this is a     set up-  

 the chips-      are about to fall,

 Da-

Okay, seriously how obviously evil,    was this person?

Like we have a weird creepy room,     The robots apparently hanging from the    chandelier    (eck)         And      the knife

   Like if this person      ever-       went-   through a checkpoint

   Also,        Oh-

    That-

   (That     really        does not      look good,)

    Bo-ss

   Yeah,       she clearly has    medical experience,

 (Also yeah    that’s really going to make it    better-”

 Oh yeah the    senator was      seen trying to clean up the      evidence-

    Well the Jedi ran out     full sword’s- a blazing

    (Instead of you know the       Senator chasing after him,         While the peacekeeper stayed behind and tried to        tend to the person,]

   Great     -        -       Or    Not-

Well- tensions    just got raised,

  Of,

 Ai.     Ght, 

 Whelp,

(Okay, no way he’s totally not dead      but sure-)

 A-i-

  -

 Whe-

   That-       sucks-          -         Un-     Con-cious

    That-   doesn’t tell me anything else-

   Like;        Critical      condition?

   D-usk

   Li-terally       no one else?

    (Like don’t get me wrong I’ve been a pretty big Jar-jar fan ever since the change-)

   But really, the Senator, the person that spends the most time away from your - planet

   That’s the person,     they trust the most?

  Ai-

  Hm-

Oh yeah just put on the deadly leaders hat-

   The rese-mblance-

   Not really?

   I mean all humans technically    look the same-

  But-

 Pretty sure Jar jar is a lot      scrawn-         thin        -er

    Also if they’re not going to listen to him as him       they’re not going to listen to him      as he pretends to be their (dead) leader

Also, please don’t go with the      liar revealed plot,

    Yeah no, they have completely different kind of light.   tones,

     The face structure-

    Co-mpletely         different-

     -

   Nope

 -Dead

 Di-ssent

  Agree

   I-

   OK yeah I’m just gonna go over the fact, that as previously state,  I am not a huge fan of the liar revealed plot-

    -or lying

  (No because it’s- unrealistic-    - or there’s anything wrong with it

  -people do lie

     -maybe because of how overdone and             poorly done it’s been,

             -With the liar getting off Scott free without any                  weight

               But I really don’t like this               plot-

-And    the   skip    button    maybe   used     ad-     nausuem-   -

       [Well- shit       [for reference; I was using the skip button ad nausuem when I randomly stopped at the part      with    Greivous

        Things just got a whole lot worse]

         [Tumblr             Refresh]       -

   Any        Way,

   Aww,     That’s kind of nice the    friendship and reliance       the dude has on      Other-        Half            -         Yes        ‘Boss       Leoni’        when someone gets         tox         you leave-        - In a      - relation          ship-  

      Also yeah he’s definitely not       ‘Boss         Leoni’            -            He would’ve stayed and tried to take the    tox

 (Aka Jar-jar is less ena-     bling, les-        tox-     And     Doesn’t       Take        It        For          Much        More.            Than            He            Has               To,

        (He’s   les   -s

      Dyfun.  -c)

      Okay

       Good            Job     -     Also - yeah   how’d you manage that         -         That-

Didn’t get   car   ried up the chain of   com-     mand-        -            Then again Gri-   evous has shown to be a pretty   shit boss.     -      So I can’t blame these guys    for being like yeah compl-      ete stranger     I will totally      take a nap       -right    ,now-         -      You        kinda      have      sticks-        -    [The rain is   really    nice,]

[is this the first time we’ve seen them use active     particle effects      for the camera?

  Either way       it’s really        nice            -

Oh,

They’re    

electric     sticks,

That makes   sense

[- bet     ter      for      Figh     t-      In-       g-

Stop one     1v1     -ing-        It

    I

  W-h

   Again this is what happens when you 1v1 it    and    don’t assume accountability-     - -   

 [Don’t fight a metal cyborg with metal sticks when you’re not prepared to take it, full way,)

   I-

  [I feel like this is supposed to be some    big build up but they only shared like one scene where dude was completely silent,]

  Like,

   Sacr-ifice

    Die to take someone out with you

[Great

  Now

   Ouch]

   Are   they actually going to kill off      grievous because this isn’t look-ing    too    - good      -         Shit-

 Dude-      is still not dead-       -       How?        -          Whelp-           -          Oh,    hey      where the fuck    did you come      from,

 I-           Ack.      Br-u-      Tal

W-el

 -       Un         -         M           -              Plan-

“ damn it        he messed up the       script-,           -Pal   - patine

     Cap-

    Prison   break-

   Also yeah     that’s probably like        a vacation    for him-

 Given     how toxic these assholes     are           -            Ex- change           -           Damn             Ship      per-

      Also screw the 150 or how many other                 sena   -tors        -       Only     Amidala           -      matters          -          A-       ight-     -      Also, dude knows where everyone’s      lair,      Is,

 Like he pissed off Grievous with    -his

 Now he’s just chilling in this      dude’s    sipping earl gray       Or-      Some        Shit-

  Him

  Okay

 Getting a little    ahead of yourself     episode-       -       O k

    I

   Hearing this,  Skywalker doesn’t immediately run back      shout        -ing      nope-        - -       Because, to my knowledge the speaking at      room volume,

  Not    whispering        and the distance        isn’t enough to      -explain it             -            Ai          -   -           Wel-             -      There goes one        min-ion-             -             Droids are apparently    expensive enough to      chastise    Grievous          over-

  But sen-tient - beings are        a dime’     a ‘dozen-

    (Also    gaslighter’s.     don’t give a shit about        you     dear,       God,

  The Painful     dramatic-        irony-

 *tra-      gic-      Wh-      -Oa

 Ai     -     Ri-

  An

  Wh-     -elp,

   You know if it wasn’t for the exposure     earl-        ier   

I would assume they would think that the Jedi was just killing all their Im-por-        tant- elected officials

     Why?

     Wh-at

    He’s right.    -         But dude- that’s pretty      ham fisted-

   I mean-

  How many episodes          (and       possibly        seasons-)      do we have to            go-            - -     Anakin-       is a dick    to lanterns-       -        Also the random theme of the     bots-      coming out of nowhere-    continues-       -     St     -op-          -        Wh-       elp-

    .

    ?         (He          live?)

      I-

      ?

  Good           Play-

     Ah-

    To-

       Oh, yeah,       He’s alive we’re not going to bring that up in any      mention-able way?

      Ike

    Wh     e     l-      p

     Oh           -     That was   -nice-

   You deceived everyone and lied to all          our people,  you’ll make a great      leader,

   Or a great council/    committee leader considering that they do have an open position          ,            Best

I like that they had one bad ass fall and had it replace-d by Dooku being particularly bad-ass       -          In his      place-

In the trade off near the end really speaks to the     frag-ility of war

   I thought-

   It was pretty al-right    Though it really did seem like     - they were trying to build up to something but the structure unfortunately        just didn’t support it,

   Which is unfortunate because they do seem like      bits- that could’ve been nice

   Like Jar-jar being a constant       peacekeeper-

   The underwater        nations-

     Wars be-           tween          - Those               Dude’s

   And that    general guy      -        Who seems to be like he was supposed to be this     - really big deal

 [probably intended to do something      massive in the previous       arcs,]

    But, here,    all he did was that one scene,

    [Would’ve worked better if he was like this Re-       Public Gen-       Er          Al-

    To the      shark guy-

     And Akbar,

     Was just like the resident         enforcer-

     Or something to do with the       prince

    I think it would’ve really worked better with the concept of        ‘being taken’        under,               As well that possibly being a good contrast between     Jar Jar         binks          And        Char-        If Jar- jar got promoted-        With Char being eager at first but then realizing he just         can’t-          And Jar- Jar being reluctant at first but realizing he      can-

   [Note; assumed authority is bad,         Just- some people are better at using it for venting         than others)

   Nope boomers vs throw-         it-back, boom-

       I-

     And it really did feel like this episode       -should’ve been the split one 

   Nearing the end- it started to feel like the 1st-       part of a second ep-

    Which is fine

    Just cut-        of-

   Episode all around being al-right, with just several parts that didn’t make quite sense including the emphasis on the general for that one scene,

[bucky-is-a-hero-fightme]

In Your Heartbeat (15/16)

IN YOUR HEARTBEAT MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky/Reader, Natasha/Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3500 approx. (Ik, pretty short but this is the last chapter before the end so...)

Warnings: Nothing that isn’t common to this story. There won’t be any triggers that weren’t there before, but I really don’t want to spoil. And AAAAAANGST :)

A/N: Okay guys, time to deal with the aftermath of last chapter. There’s only one chapter left before the epilogue, although there are some other chapters missing that I don’t wanna spoil so I won’t talk about :D

Also, the face-morphing mask Natasha mentions at the beginning of the chapter is my horrible attempt at giving the nano-tech thingy she uses in TWS to pretend to be the Councilwoman. One would think someone like Black Fucking Widow would use those things more often, hence the mention of those things being on her stash in the tower.

By the way, I want to thank you all for the amazing people you are, and the great feedback you have given this story. I love hearing from you, and it seriously makes me so incredibly happy to know you are reading this and enjoying it.

As always, requests are open (I write mainly MCU and Seb for now), and happy reading!

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Once the door is closed behind you, you check the lock and steal a glance at the hidden gun stash near the end table as you shrug off the jacket and take off the blonde wig, tossing it somewhere in the room.

The nano-technology mask comes off afterwards, the odd texture of the material making you pull a face as you take it off, happy to have your face be your own again.

Back to running again. Back to looking over your shoulder, jumping at shadows, trusting no one.

Anger courses through you at the thought that even though it feels like everything has changed in this last year or so since Washington, things seem to remain the same, you are running away again. Maybe running is in your blood. Running from your family home when the soldiers in the dark uniforms took Natalia, running from the couple that gave you a home when the chance at revenge was near, running from your powers, your name, for over fifty years.

“I can’t believe you could do something this stupid. Are you serious?”

“No, I did this for the laughs, Nat. Figured taking Kseniya out of the picture would make things boring, wanted to have her Handler at my back too. I get a kick from people trying to kill me, y’know.” You bitterly answer, rolling your eyes as you talk through the phone.

“It would explain why you have the hots for Barnes.” She replies, sly tone letting you sense the smile through her voice, pulling your lips upwards at her teasing. God, you miss her.

“Are you blaming me?”

“No, I have eyes,” You laugh a bit with her, but after a few seconds, the light atmosphere dies down and you are once again reminded of the miles within you, the monsters on your track, the name over your heartbeat. Natalia’s voice is merely a whisper when she states, “I don’t want to say goodbye again, Solnyshka.”

“You won’t have to.”

Your sister sighs in response, but doesn’t say anything else. So, you continue,

“Listen to me, I know things sound bad right now, but I promise, I’m going to come home soon, okay? I just need to get to Elena, have her play a trick on the data I have on my office in Moscow. I’ll solve this.”

“Stark can do it from here, you can come home now.”

You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and your index finger as you try making her understand. “I can’t risk it. This is Hydra we are talking about. Do you really believe they care for subtlety now?”

“We can hold them off.” The stubbornness, the cutting edge of the Black Widow shines through your sister’s voice, but you still argue back,

“You won’t have to. This will be over soon. I won’t be running forever.”

The last words to leave your lips are a promise to yourself as much as they are to her. You refuse to let Karpov, Kseniya, Hydra, win again.

“Solnyshka…”

“Nat, sestra, listen to me. I am alright, and I will be home in no time. I am safe here, and I will be careful.”

She grumbles something that sounds like agreement, and the conversations goes to her trip to the west of the US and her reunion with Laura and the kids. She gushes over little Nathaniel, forgetting for a few minutes the distance between you, the demons that toyed with her mind and forced her to run away, the same ones that are coming after you because you deny them control over yours.

You stifle a yawn, and of course your sister notices,

“Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I wanna stay up,” You argue childishly, stretching on the bed. After a beat, you add, quietly, as if not to shatter the precarious reality you and your soldier have been living in for almost a month since Kseniya was…terminated, “Bucky and I are leaving Vienna tomorrow.”

“Where is he, anyways?”

“He went grocery shopping.”

“And I wasn’t there to see it?” She teases, and your smile gets even bigger when you add,

“It get’s better. He’s cooking tonight.”

“Aw, c’mon, Solnyshka! The best things happen when you are in some old creek in Austria!? Not fair.” She whines, a breathy laugh following her words and you her the creaking sound of her bed as she presumably throws herself on it.

“I’ll talk him into cooking for the team when we get back. He’s taken a liking for it.”

“Considering it’s either learning to cook or dying from poisoning with your cooking, I’m not surprised at the outcome.”

“Oh, shut up. Point is, he should be back any time now.” You mumble, standing up and walking through the room, stealing a glance to the door to see if its properly locked before continuing your conversation with your sister.

“How is it no one has noticed the Winter Soldier casually walking around Europe in three weeks?” She asks, but by the tone of her voice you can tell she already knows the answer.

“I…may have borrowed some of Stark’s tech.”

“Stolen.”

“Technicalities, Natalia,” You shoot back, smile on your lips and eyes subtly looking out of the hotel window in search of your soldier. “’Sides, he wouldn’t have made a cloaking device for someone’s arm if he didn’t intend for Bucky to wear it.”

“And the face-morphing masks you took from my stash in the tower were just…what?”

“We are sisters, Natalia. Learn to share, sheesh.”

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You sit on the floor, your back resting on the bed as you pretend not to ogle Bucky cooking dinner.

“I can feel ya’ starin’ at me, doll.”

“Are you complaining?” You retort easily, standing up and walking up to him slowly, taking your time and letting your eyes wander over his broad shoulders, that move carefully and precisely as he slices some vegetable you cannot see; his strong back that your fingers itch to trace over and over, retrace a path you know by memory by now; his powerful thighs that prompt not so pure thoughts to blossom in your head.

Bucky doesn’t answer to your teasing, shaking his head to himself and breathing a laugh, but saying nothing.

You reach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades, smile on your lips as you feel his deep breath at the almost full-body contact.

Although touch and affection has been common for most of the time you have been together, and these last few weeks have done nothing but make touch and intimacy easier for both you and Bucky; you know there’s always a part of him reassured, maybe even surprised, when you two settle in this weird domesticity of yours, and touch flows easily between you.

You close your eyes tight, wishing you didn’t have to do what you are about to.

“I contacted Elena. She’s waiting for me in Moscow.”

A beat of silence goes by before he answers, but the way he holds his breath and his hands stop the movement of the knife almost instantly tell you enough.

“When?”

The question is brash, cutting. You feel the way he controls his breathing as he anticipates your answer, like a prisoner awaiting his execution. You have to swallow past the knot in your throat before answering.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. You should move too.” You whisper, face still hidden in the middle of his back.

Bucky sighs, taking your hands where they lay crossed over his hard stomach and forces you gently to let go of your hold on him, turning around and facing you with anguished eyes and lips pulled tight.

“Doll…”

Before he can speak, you try quietening whatever he will try to say, because you are not so sure you will pull through with this if you hear the same fears running through your head come from his lips.

“I have to do it. We talked about this.”

“I know, but…” You hear the words that he wouldn’t utter, the same ones that have been stuck in your head like a curse at the wind, at the universe, at Destiny itself since Elena forwarded you the meeting point.

I thought we’d have more time.

Bucky takes a hold of your face between his hands, eyes searching yours, “Doll, you have to be careful.”

“I will.”

“You have to look over your shoulder at all times, okay? It is not safe to trust this girl, either.” He adds, an anxiety in his tone that makes your stomach twist. You try smiling, but aren’t so sure he even detects the small twist of your lips.

“I know.”

“And don’t hesitate to use the girl’s identity as cover. If any-…”

You grab a hold of his forearms, his hands still holding your face, and you feel the rapid pounding of his pulse on his wrists.

“Bucky, I will be okay. And I will come back.” You whisper, watching as his eyes fall closed at your words, although you don’t think he believes you.

Resting his forehead against yours, he steals a gentle kiss before responding, voice quiet like yours, as if not to tempt fate with easily broken promises being uttered.

“I know. And you bet we are retirin’ after this.”

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You wake up at some point during the night when your body misses Bucky’s warm embrace. Rubbing your hand over your eyes and holding the sheet to your chest you sit up in the bed, looking for the ruffled brown hair in the small studio apartment.

Bucky is sitting on the modest dinner table, only a few feet away from the bed, back turned to you.

Hastily draping his discarded Henley over your body, you stand up and walk towards him. Laying a hand over his naked back, you feel your heart clench in worry at the cold sweat you find running down his spine.

“Bucky?” You whisper, and when he mumbles an acknowledgment, you press a kiss on his shoulder, right where skin meets metal, and add “Nightmare?”

“Not yet.”

 Your chest tightens at the meaning behind his words. Taking a seat on a chair next to his, you try soothing him, but you know it’s going to take more than words and promises to make Bucky believe what he has, what he cares for is his to keep, is there to stay. It’s going to take years, and peace, and work.

You can promise you will try to give him the later, but for now all you can do is play with the former.

“We are going to be alright. Kseniya is dead. It’s over, I just need to get her ghost off my back, Bucky.”

“Karpov isn’t.”

Frustration seeps into your tone at the reminder. A reminder of how you could have avoided all this, about how maybe, just maybe, life could be something other than running if you had just pulled the trigger.

“He should be. I should’ve killed him, I was so close.”

A slight crease settles between Bucky’s brows, “What are you talking about?”

“Before…Natalia took the memories, I was after Hydra, trying to find a link to my sister o-or you,” You explain, “I found a track to the Winter Soldier Program, found the man in charge for it, for…for you. I tracked down his heartbeat. His soulmate.”

“Did you…?”

You are shaking your head before the question is even out of his lips, “No. She was his wife, they had two daughters. I just…told them of what daddy dearest did off the grids, they ran off. So did their mother.

You are brought back to the present when you feel a slight touch on your hand, and lower your eyes to see Bucky is holding it between his own, grey-blue eyes set on you.

You hide a small smile that fights for a chance to twist your lips upwards at the small gesture, the simple reassurance that has become as important to the both of you as the beat of his heart when you fear the worst will happen, the cadence of your voice around his name when he dreams that the worst already did occur.

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “Then I went after Karpov,” You don’t have to explain the reasoning behind your thirst for blood so many years ago, Bucky already knows. In whispered conversations, snippets of memories exchanged between you in the late nights that followed Kseniya’s death; Bucky has shared what he remembers of Karpov, you have told him of the few things you remembered when fighting the girl, but you are too afraid to ask questions, the pain you witnessed fifty years ago still fresh in your mind. Shaking your head to force yourself back into the conversation at hand, you add, “Turns out booking a trip between Kiev and Siberia wasn’t so hard back then. I took out some of the guards, but when I got to Karpov I…I fucking hesitated.”

A beat of silence, and then…

“I…I remember.”

“You do?” Your voice comes out higher than you meant it to. Bucky frowns to himself, at the tangle of memories that are fighting for recognition in the back of his mind, and his hand spasms over yours when he whispers,

“I thought…I thought I had- I didn’t believe it was real.”

“W-What?”

“The time you snuck into the facility. I remember it,” There’s a tremulous smile on his lips. A broken sort of wonder colors his face as his eyes fall from yours. “I heard your voice that night, I knew I had.”

You told yourself for too long that he wasn’t there, that you had chased after another dead end. You told yourself…you believed he wasn’t there. You never thought he actually was, and you just walked past him.

You never thought it would’ve been you the thing that bought him fifty years more in that hell.

You shake your head, the images of what you remembered when Kseniya started taunting you in that facility flashing through your head. Bucky’s blood dripping down to the floor, Karpov’s mocking voice, the smell of burning flesh.

“I tried…I tried, but I-I couldn’t find you.” You whisper brokenly, prompting your soldier to rush to take you in his arms, “I can’t believe I was so close, Bucky.”

“It’s okay, doll.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Bucky whispers, hand running down your hair soothingly. He holds you until your breathing quietens enough for you to wrap your arms around his waist, returning his embrace. After a while, you feel the soft press of his lips on your hair, and a faint whisper, “It was worth it. For you, it was all worth it.”

And so you remain, both of you standing in the dark apartment, holding tight onto one another and refusing to utter a goodbye.

Three words beg for release from your chest, but you lock them tight behind your lips, promising yourself to finally say them when it is safe to know you can promise him a life made out of something other than fear and memories.

It’s in the early morning, while you ready the last of your belongings and prepare yourself to leave that Bucky goes back to the conversation of the previous night.

“I…tried finding you too, once,” There’s a hint of fear in his eyes when they swiftly move between your own and the nothingness in front of him, “The details…I don’t remember much. I just know I was sent on a mission somewhere near Kiev, while I was in charge of the girls. I guess the leash was looser than they thought,” He barks out a bitter laugh that sounds like sandpaper in your ears, forcing you to hide a grimace at the pain behind his words. “I don’t even remember if I finished the mission, but I know I ran away from the extraction point. I had a picture in my pocket and I-I wanted to at least know what had…happened to her- to you.”

“Did you find anything?”

He shakes his head, the hint of a proud smile teasing at his lips.

“No, you are good at hiding. Always were,” His eyes are still haunted by the demons that were too long in control of his mind and body, but still there’s a relief in his voice as he says so. You are about to comment on it, but he continues speaking, and you save your question for another day. “I knew I had to go back at the end, so I did. Karpov…he knew I had run off, I d-don’t know how he knew, but he did.”

You are destined to end her, and yet you search for her?

“He…tortured you.”

Bucky dismisses swiftly, “Wasn’t something I hadn’t been through before. Hydra doesn’t like failure.”

You are weaker than I thought. You tell yourself you can protect her, and yet you call her name when you die.

“He used my name against you, Buck. I know, I saw it,” You fall back to the bed, holding your head in your hands and blinking past angry tears that rise in your eyes. “God, I was…I could’ve killed him.”

The shadows in his eyes break your heart when he crouches in front of you in the bed, smiling softly your way, in that sad, resigned way of his that never fails to make your heart heavier.

“If you had, you wouldn’t have left Siberia, Y/N.” He states, voice hard despite the pain, and his voice lowers to a dangerous edge when he adds, “Karpov wants more than a Winter Soldier out of you, angel. He wants revenge.”

“I know.”

“Don’t let him get close enough, okay?”

You nod again, “Okay.”

Bucky leans down to kiss you softly, sweetly, but taking his time moving his lips over yours, as if memorizing the feel and taste of you. Breaking apart, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes as his voice reaches you again.

“And come back to me.”

This promise is easy to make.

“Always.”

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There’s an alarm going off in the cockpit as you are travelling over Russia’s cold north, and when you turn your eyes to the monitor, your heart drops to your feet when you see the ‘incoming projectile’ notification pop up.

Who…why would someone take down Kseniya? It is her name on your heart, there is no way they tracked it…

And then you remember. The man in Vienna, the message you refused. He had approached you as you were monitoring movement on the city on one of your first days there, checking for possible hideouts as Bucky did the same on the other side of town. A man had approached you, mumbled something in broken German, but you had smiled and deflected his approach. He tried a couple of times more, growing more and more…confused each time you refused his attempts at an odd conversation starter.

He was trying to approach Kseniya with a message. He…he was Karpov’s way of testing whether the girl had left the facility in the Indic Ocean.

And you had failed.

Next time we call, you better answer.

“Oh, God…”

You take the comms from the plane, your hand shaking as you put the earpiece on its place.

“Solnyshka?”

“N-Nat…I can’t let them take me alive.” You choke out, your other hand holding on tightly to your gun, the aircraft swerving swiftly to the side to avoid the incoming missile. But you know it will not be enough.

“What are you talking about?”

You take a deep breath, steeling your heart past the fear churning your insides like acid, “I’ll fight them, I promise, but…I can’t…”

Your voice dies down in a stuttering choke, and you hear Natalia moving on the other side of the line.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

“Nat…”

“Y/n, just tell me where you are!”

Forced to ignore the question, because it will do more harm than good at the end, you try explaining, even as your throat is closed tight and your lips tremble as you speak,

“Karpov found me, Nat. He was counting on Kseniya dying. She always said she was…she was a means to an end, why didn’t I listen!?” The anger at yourself, at the blindness, at the way Karpov had played you makes tears rise in our eyes, your voice catching as you continue, “She was the bait, Bucky was right…oh, God, Nat I-I don’t…I can’t let them get me…”

“They won’t. Listen to me, I’m going to find you, just…just forward the coordinates, okay? I’ll…I’ll…”

Despite your attempts to avoid it, the missile hits the quinjet, destabilizing the plane and forcing you to watch as Russia’s cold land approaches with frightening speed to meet you.

A scream of your name is torn out of your sister’s throat at the sound of the explosion, forcing a sob out of your chest, tears falling down your cheeks.

“O-Once this hits the ground…I…I can’t let them take me alive Nat, not again.” The resolve on your voice, the way the tremble is gone should scare you, but you are too focused on the way the worn leather stretches over your left hand was you grip the gun tighter, your sister’s bracelet shining over your wrist as you turn down your eyes to the hand.

“They won’t, I swear they won’t. I can get to you, I promise, sweetheart, I promise. Sister, I…” She tries soothing, but the words are hectic, nothing more than the result of denial, as if by the power of her words alone she could keep you safe, she could keep you near.

You cannot take your eyes off your hand, fingers wrapped tight around the handgun, protected by the leather of Bucky’s glove, embellished by the simple design of Natalia’s bracelet.

“I love you, Natalia. Tell Bucky…t-tell him I don’t regret a thing, okay?”

A loud crash sounds on the other side of the line, but you focus on Natalia’s stubborn scream, “You tell him yourself! I’m not saying goodbye again, Y/N!”

You close your eyes against the pain, the tears tracing a path of fire down your cheeks. Shaking your head, you feel the twist in your stomach as the shaking and burning quinjet gets seconds away from impact.

“They are calling. I have to answer.”

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Okay, this one’s a thought: Do I headcanon that these two dorks have already fondued all over Europe in these last three weeks/month? Yes. Am I brave enough to write it? Not yet.

Also, I’m actually quite proud of this chapter, especially the end.

I’m kinda sorry.

Thank you so much for reading and giving this story a chance! I would love to hear from you! My ask is always open, as are my dms, come talk to me!

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Chapter Two-One:Losing My Balance

Chapter Inspiration Trey Songz Hatin Love

David Brewster I'd just gotten done with having a rough practice, and I was currently sitting in my coaches office waiting on him to chew my ass out. If I would have known that I would be this thrown off from breaking up with Zee, I wouldn't have done it. I never realized how much she helped me. Hearing his office door close and his feet shuffling over the floor, I huffed out a breath. "David what the hell is going on with you? How do you expect to have NBA teams looking at you, when your practicing bad, and having terrible games?" I ran a hand down my face, "honestly ever since I broke things off with Zeela, nothing has been going right." 

"What did you do?" I bit down on my bottom lip, coached loved Zeela, and it wasn't because of her high IQ in basketball. Her personality just draws you in if you're given a chance to get to know her, plus she stayed on my ass. "Coach I'm getting ready to enter in a new chapter of my life, I can't have nobody holding me back." He chuckled as he shook his head. "Now you know I don't do bullshit, you thought about all of the woman that would be throwing themselves at you, and you took the cowards way out." I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand stopping me from further sticking my foot into my mouth. "I don't know how much damage you've done, but you better fix it, before I bench yo ass, dismissed." Without saying anything, I stood to my feet. There was no use in trying to plead my case once coach Smith demands something, those demands better be met. Shuffling out of his office, I proceeded to the showers, I was gonna take a quick one, and see if I could catch Zeela before she left off of campus. I wanted to let her know that even though I didn't want to be with her anymore, doesn't mean she has to stop supporting me, or continue to avoid me. I've let her throw her little tantrum long enough. "What did coach want?" My homie Camron asked. "Talk about me being off lately." "Nigga I told you to go kiss and make up with Zee, you was stupid as fuck for breaking up with her anyway." I waved him off, as I stripped, and shuffled into the shower. Cutting the water on, I immediately stood under it, I wasn't going to have time to take an ice bath, so this cold shower was just going to have to do for now. Closing my eyes I thought of ways to start off this conversation that I'm going to try and have with Zeela. This shit wasn't going to be easy, she's very prideful, and if she feels like you've trampled on that pride, hell will be given out. Washing my body off, I then cut the water, and wrapped a towel around me. Sauntering over to my locker, I pulled out my clothes, and prepared to get dressed. "What you about to get into?" Cam asked me. I simply shrugged my shoulders, deciding not to tell him my plans of talking to Zeela, I didn't need the extra commentary on what he thought I should do, or say. "Lets go hit up the diner then, a nigga starving." "Aight, i'll meet you there." I told once I was done dressing, he simply hummed as his response, as we both exit out of the locker room, and out of the gym. Once outside we dapped each other up, before going our separate ways. Checking the time on my phone, I seen I had about twenty minutes before she was out of her last class of the day. I sped walked across the campus, praying I made it on time. Seeing her little Honda Civic still parked in the student parking lot. I pushed my duffel bag further up on my shoulder, as I made my way over to her car. Placing my duffel at my feet, I propped myself upon the hood of her car, and patiently waited for her. My orbs bounced all over the campus, as I took to people watching. Hearing her soft laughter on the opposite side of where I was looking. My head rolled into that direction, a frown etched itself into my features as I noticed her and three other people headed over to her car. One being some dark skinned nigga. In all of the five years I've known her, Zeela didn't have any friends outside of myself and her sister. So who the fuck was this nigga? Sliding off of her car, I met her half way, grabbing her bag from her. "Waddup mama?" I spoke as I kissed her cheek. I watched as she looked perplexed before frowning. I wasn't worried about her making a scene, if it was one thing that Zee hated besides having attention on her, was having people in her business. She kept quiet, as did the other three people who were walking with her, reaching her car, she hit the lock button on the key fob, and I placed her bag in the back. "Um Zee we'll just meet you there?" One of the unknown girls stated.

"Okay Kelly, if I'm not there in fifteen minutes call me, I can't play around I need to pass this class." Zee replied to the chick whose name I now knew. "Girl we are not letting you fail this class, especially since this is your last semester with us." "Yeah what Kels said, besides got to make sure the both of you know the material so I can cheat right." The nigga stated, earning a chuckle from Kelly, and a girlish giggle from Zee. My frown was placed back onto my face. "Bye Ike." Zee told them after a short pause in their conversation. My patience was growing thin. Once they walked off, I took the time to look Zee over, my frown immediately turning into a smirk once I seen that she'd paired my basket ball pull over with my name and number on the back, with her wide legged light blue denim jeans. And if I had to bet any money on it I knew that my jersey was underneath. "How you still repping your man, but won't come to none of his games or practices." I teased. She rolled her eyes hard, "what do you want David?" she asked in a dry tone. Deciding to not beat around the bush, i just came out with it, "i been off my game literally, i need my number one fan, slash coach by my side." I don't know what I'd said that was funny but she was dying of laughter, I'm talking hunched over, tears rolling down her eyes. My thick eyebrows furrowed upon my head, as I waited on her to gain control of her laughter. "Whew you funny." She stated once she controlled it some what, she was still chuckling. "I'm serious Zee, coach said he's gonna bench me if I don't get it together, he asked me what was wrong, and I let him know that it was because I'd made the dumb decision of breaking up with you." I told her hoping to gain some cool points. "I'm glad you’re realizing that I helped you more than you thought I did, but as Kelly said this is my last semester her before I transfer, and I have to keep my grades up, I don't need the distractions that you and basketball will bring, my future is to important to me for that." She stepped around me with a shake of her head, and before I could stop myself, I'd reached out and grabbed on to her arm lightly. "C'mon mama just one game." I damn near begged, "don't, don't become that dude, that dude that begs." With that she slipped from my grasp, and entered into her car, her head still shaking as she once again began to chortle. I stood there stuck in my spot, the Zeela I'd just talked too wasn't the Zeela I've been knowing for the past five years. As I watched her car leave the parking lot, I couldn't help but want my Zeela back. Picking up my duffel bag, I slung it on to my shoulder, stuffing my hands into my pockets, I began walking to my apartment, going over the conversation that I'd just shared with the love of my life. Everything about her seemed different, and truthfully I wasn't liking any of it, not to mention the fact that she'd used my words against me. The way she talked to me, her body language screamed that she was really hating me. I never wanted her to hate me, because I never said that I didn't love her. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I called up Cam to let him know that I'd be there to meet him in a few, and also that I needed some damn advice, if I knew loving somebody was going to be this damn hard, I wouldn't have fallen, and she shouldn't have let me fall. "Damn!"

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twins

This was the most surreal experience that Dean had ever lived through. He was so indescribably happy; it was almost blinding.  He was literally holding onto Misha’s hand as if his life depended on it.  Everything was so, so very real and in spite of it, he still felt like this was a dream.  Dean was so nervous.  He wasn’t proud of it, but sometimes his mind could be a very dark place.  Now was one of those times. 

He didn’t disclose this to Misha.  He liked to think that she knew him better than anyone else, but he also prided himself in being a closed book when it mattered. She hadn’t said or done anything that indicated that she picked up on his nerves.  The conceited side of him reassured himself that he had nothing to worry about.  They were on the same page as far as he had known. 

But it was so hard to pretend that he wasn’t the slightest bit worried. He could conceal his emotions when it mattered, but Misha knew him. She actually knew him.  It was the most daunting and thrilling thing about her.  Dean’s heart was always racing in her presence.  

There were just so many layers to this.  Dean wanted a wife, he wanted children, and more than anything he wanted to intersect this desire for life with Misha.  He wanted to be her husband, he wanted to be the father of her children.  Everything was seemingly falling into place.  He just couldn’t enjoy himself because there was no promise.  

His everything could be ripped from him as quickly as it had been given to him, and it was so terrifying.  Dean had absolutely no control.  He just prayed that things would work in their favor.  

At the very least, he liked to think that Misha deserved abundant amounts of happiness.  At his most arrogant, he liked to believe that was with him.  

“I hardly remember this moment in time when it was with Nat....” Misha mused quietly, but loud enough to snap Dean out of his thoughts. She squeezed his hand, turning to face him with a grim smile.

Dean hated that he couldn’t even return nit fully.  “Yeah...” His voice was soft, his gaze cast downwards.  Later on, he would definitely be beating himself up for handling things the way he did.  

He just didn’t know how to handle things appropriately.  How did you tell the woman you were in love with, who didn’t know the fact and definitely didn’t want to know the fact, that she was your everything? That he was so desperate to prove himself that he was relying on this child; that he was praying he could somehow just prove himself to her in this pregnancy that would solidify their relationship into something more and they could be happy? 

If it hadn’t been for the state of their relationship, for the insecurities that Dean already had, it wouldn’t have been a question.  They would probably be together.  They would probably be so happy and secure in there they were at that he wouldn’t have been clutching onto Misha’s hand so tightly.  At least, not in desperation. There would be no fear in his heart; just nothing but sheer pure bliss.  

“Deep breaths.” Misha’s voice was soft, her grip on his hand tightening.  He didn’t know if she was speaking to him or herself.

Dean couldn’t even will himself to look at the screen.  His insides were a twisty mess of anxiety.  If he looked on the screen of a sonogram, he would probably faint.   Later on, he would apologize to her for sweating buckets onto her own hands.  

When Dean managed to will himself to glance onto the ultrasound, he could feel his heart sinking when they saw nothing. He didn’t understand this early stage device they were using on Misha, but he had to image it wasn’t a good sign that whatever was looking in her was showing nothing.  

“Well, Miss Harding...” The doctor began, his tone not so encouraging.  Dean could feel his heart sinking.  “You might want to take a deep breath.  You too, daddy.” 

Dean felt his body stiffening.  It was incredibly cruel to refer him as a father when he was about to rip that title from him.  This dumbfuck probably didn’t realize how sensitive of a subject this was to him.  He wanted to be a husband and father more than he wanted anything she in the world.  

Later on, he would apologize to Misha for the way his nails dug into her palms.  He wasn’t focused on anything other than the little monitor that was  showing the probe’s action.  Dean’s blood was actually ice as he didn’t see much of anything.  Then, out of no where, he spotted a sac.  It was so small, almost hardly noticeably, but it was there. Misha seemed to notice it as well, because she squeezed his hand at the same time as he did hers.  

The technician continued to do her thing in what Dean thought was her searching for a clearer image.  The moment happened so quickly he thought he was dreaming.  It felt like minutes had passed since Misha’s OB had spoken to them, when it had been less than 20 second....And then he saw it.  Misha didnt appear to, but he did.

It was so faint, so quick, but Dean could’ve sworn he saw a spit in the scan.  Then again, when he blinked there was only one fetus on the screen.  Another blink.  This time, he could actually see two separate, very tiny, little lives on the screen.  

Dean almost fainted on the spot from the sheer adrenaline rush.  Misha was looking at him like he was insane as he almost dropped to his knees, his legs shaking unnaturally. He couldn’t bring himself to voice his suspicions without hearing confirmation, but he brought a hand to his lips.

“So if you look closely, Miss Harding, this is baby A...” The doctor appeared to adjust the probe, focusing in on one sac, confirming Dean’s suspicions.  It was Misha’s turn to claw at his skin. He took her gasp of discomfort as a sign that they were about to see their other child,  “And this...is baby B...congrats, you guys.  It would appear you’re expecting twins.”

“Are you serious?” MIsha demanded, her voice practically breathless.  

“Uh huh,” The doctor confirmed, nodding slowly.  “See, look. One, two.” The images now were clear as day since it was pointed out.  There was definitely two babies inside of Misha.  “They’re Di/Di twins which means there’s two embryos...its the less complicated twin pregnancy,” She continued. 

“Does that mean they’re fraternal?” Dean interjected, unable to help himself, his smile practically reaching his ears.

“Yes.” The woman smiled.  “And it appears they’re just around 8 weeks. Congrats you guys.” 

The doctor did a few more diagnostics, including hearing their heartbeats, before excusing them to retrieve their images and returning paperwork.  Dean had managed to keep it strong up until a certain point, but now there were tears in his eyes and probably on his cheeks and all he wanted was to just kiss Misha.  He wanted to run to her family, and even his own, and just tell him the amazing news.  He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he was ever so happy.

In retrospect, not much time had passed since the doctor had left them that Misha turned to him. It had just felt Ike an eternity when it was hardly a minute.  “Well...” Her voice was soft, almost cautious.  “That just happened.  How do you feel?” 

Dean couldn’t help himself.  He slipped a hand under her back, gently guiding her up and in the position so he could easily guide his lips to hers. And then he kissed her.   This had nothing to do with sexual attraction or trying to escape a serious conversation.  He just hoped the rest of his body could physically speak better to his feelings than his mouth. 

“This might be the best news I’ve ever received.” Dean confessed, unable to stop himself from stealing another kiss.  When he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed to hers.  “Maybe its violating whatever agreement we have going on, but...I want a to grow a family with you.  Besides these twins there’s not someone i care more about than you.” 

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Ennui.

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

Yun x Reader - Fluff

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"When darkness falls upon the land, the dragons' blood will restore life once more. In accordance with the ancient pact, when the four dragons are gathered, the sword and shield that protect the king will awaken. The red dragon will return at dawn."

The priest Ik-su had finished conveying the voice of God to the Princess Yona. Yun sat intently and listened to, yet again, another message that God had supposedly given to him. Of course, he would get bored rather quickly. And so, Yun quietly returned to the hut where (Y/N) was waiting for everyone to come back.

"What was that all about? More mumbo jumbo from Ik-su again, was it?" (Y/N) asked her friend, finishing grinding some herbs for future medicinal use.

"Yeah, not that big of a deal. Honestly I don't know why he wants to help the princess so much. She's never even been outside of a castle before, she's so oblivious," Yun replied with a frustrated tone in his voice.

"You can't exactly blame her. From what Ik-su has told me, her father was all about keeping the peace throughout the entire kingdom. That means he would've wanted to keep his daughter safe."

Yun and (Y/N) met 8 years ago, when they were both just 7 years old. That morning, Ik-su told Yoon that he was going for a walk. Yun was a little worried, knowing that Ik-su will fall countless times and potentially hurt himself. So he then forced Ik-su to take him wherever he was going. They walked for a long time, and Yoon carried a small satchel full of all kinds of herbs to heal any kind of injury Ik-su sustained on the way.

"Ik-su, where are we walking to?" Yun asked after a long time of being impatient. Ik-su laughed and smiled at him saying, "Not where, but who." Yun, never understanding what went through that clumsy priest's head, didn't ask anymore about it.

They came to an opening through all of the trees they walked through, and saw a little girl eating an apple by a river. She was way too young to be by herself, and Yun stared at her questionably. He looked up at Ik-su, and saw only a wide smile through all the hair that covered his face. He walked up to the little girl slowly.

"Hello there," he sad quietly. The little one quickly turned her head and was frightened by the strangers that approached her. "We're not going to hurt you. My name is Ik-su, and this is Yun," he introduced. She looked at Yun, who gave her a smug look and rolled his eyes. Then, she looked back to the priest.

"Are you the priest that I'm supposed to find?" the girl asked, hoping the answer was yes. And it was. When she asked how he could be sure, he replied with, "God told me that you were here. He also told me that your name is (Y/N)." Her smile faded at the priest's response. "God doesn't exist," she said bluntly. Ik-su only smiled.

Yun's ears perked up when he heard (Y/N)'s reply to the priest. He was sure that she would be dumb enough to believe Ik-su, but he was surprised to hear her say the same thing that Ik-su told him when they first met.

Since that day Yun and (Y/N) had been living with the priest, making new medicine, reading books that Ik-su would bring back for them, and studying all kinds of things about the world. Since that day, their friendship has blossomed.

"Well sometimes I feel like I'm Ik-su's father or something, with me always having to help him and make sure he doesn't fall ill or get infected wounds. Honestly I had no idea someone so clumsy really could exist." (Y/N) finished her jobs for the day, and lay down across the dirty floor, sighing a heavy sigh.

"I have succumbed to ennui Yun," she said slowly and dramatically.

Yun stopped what he was doing to think about what (Y/N) said. Was that a sickness he had never heard before? Maybe an evil spirit? Was (Y/N) confessing that she was dying and she never told him?

"Relax Yun," (Y/N) interrupted his thinking, like she knew what his thoughts were exactly. "It is the feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from the lack of occupation or duty." She turned her head and looked at Yun's slightly concerned face, and finished her sentence. "I'm bored," she laughed at him.

Yun's face immediately relaxed and exhaled a relieved breath, but then quickly changed to an almost angry-looking face. "Were you trying to scare me!? I swear, you could've given me a heart attack!"

"Oh Yun. Lighten up a little! It was just a word you'd never heard of up until now," (Y/N) said defensively. "...But I have to admit, you're face was priceless!" She broke into fits of laughter whilst Yun's face changed to a shade of bright red. "Oh shut up."

So (Y/N) is bored, is she? Yun thought to himself what the two of them could do. Now that he had finished the remainder of his jobs, he too had "succumbed to ennui."

"Let's go exploring somewhere! To some place where neither of us have been before," (Y/N) said eagerly. Yun had no reason to hide his enthusiastic expression at (Y/N)'s idea, because he knew exactly where to go. He looked outside the doorway, and saw that the sun was already being painted a beautiful pink and orange color; it was just about sunset.

"I know the perfect place. Come on!" Yun grabbed hold onto (Y/N)'s hand, pulling her up off the ground, and started running through the trees away from Ik-su and the strange strangers.

There was a giant rock in between two trees that was impossible to pass. Yun stopped the both of them in front of the barricade. (Y/N) suddenly looked very confused.

"Just wait for it," he smiled widely whilst looking into (Y/N)'s eyes. "Wait for what?" she asked desperately wanting to know what Yun was doing. He looked up, and the sky was even more beautiful than before. There was a bush large enough to cover an opening just big enough for someone to crawl through. Yun revealed the secret path. He started crawling through and (Y/N) followed after.

Upon coming out of the other side, there was a large lake that separated where the two friends were standing from a distant island. The sky clearly reflected across the water, it could have easily been mistaken for a mirror if it didn't look so conspicuous. The surrounding trees created silhouettes on the water, and danced freely in the nearly unnoticeable winds.

"Yun, it's beautiful!" (Y/N) exclaimed in awe and wonder. Yun was happy with (Y/N)'s reaction to this magical place, he felt the same way when he discovered it only a couple of days ago.

His mind seemed to think only of (Y/N) when he visited this secret place. He believed that (Y/N) was more beautiful than what she thought this place was. For about a year, he had developed feelings for (Y/N) that he couldn't tell anyone. That was until Ik-su asked about it after hearing it from God, of course. He'd been so afraid to come out with it and tell (Y/N) how he felt. They were good friends; they treated each other like siblings and loved each other's company. He wasn't sure how (Y/N) felt about him.

Whilst she looked out across the glowing water, Yun inched little by little closer to her, and gave a small kiss on her cheek. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and she blushed a pink that was almost camouflaged by the sun's rays, but Yun saw it. She turned her head to Yun and they met eye-to-eye.

"L-Look, (Y/N). F-For a while now I.... w-well, what I'm trying to say is uh-" he was cut of by (Y/N)'s lips meeting his own, and it was his turn to blush. She pulled away, and grinned at Yun.

"You don't need to say anything, I know." She fiddled with her hands and looked at the ground. "I like you too, Yun. A lot. From the moment we met." Yun beamed, overjoyed that his deep feelings were returned. The two of them shared a passionate embrace before they started to head back to the hut.

Night had fallen, and Yun saw that Ik-su was talking with Princess Yona and Hak. He didn't really care what it was about. "Yun! Can I please talk to you for a minute?" Ik-su called out. (Y/N) and Yun saw Ik-su walking in their direction whilst Hak and Yona continued to talk.

"What is it Ik-su?" (Y/N) asked. "Did you need something?"

Ik-su sighed and spoke. "Actually, I just need to talk to Yun for now (Y/N)."

She was slightly taken aback, since she wasn't expecting Ik-su to be so serious. "Oh, o-okay. Sure," (Y/N) said, sounding a little downhearted.

"I won't be long (Y/N), don't worry," Yun reassured her with a smile. With that, (Y/N) went inside the hut and distracted herself while Ik-su and Yun went for a walk to where Ik-su would pray.

(Y/N) waited, and waited, and waited. Moments turned into minutes, and minutes felt like hours. She was getting tired, and so she made beds for the two guests and Yun and Ik-su, along with one for herself. Everyone else was still awake and talking, and (Y/N) suddenly felt a little lonely. She fell into a deep sleep, happy of the events that had happened that magical evening.

Yun returned, feeling enraged and conflicted at the same time. He saw Hak, Yona and (Y/N) all fast asleep, and he looked sadly at (Y/N)'s sleeping figure.

"You want me to go with them!? Why me? You can't be serious!"

"Yun, you shouldn't stay here... Go see the world."

"B-But, what about (Y/N)!? That's not fair on her!"

"She'll stay here with me. I've known you for longer, and I know how much you want to travel. I am telling you to leave this place."

Yun sighed as he recalled the unpleasant argument, but nonetheless he had made his decision. He would leave with Hak and Princess Yona in the morning. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

~ ~ ~

(Y/N) had only just woke up, when Yun walked into the hut. "Hey, can I talk to you about something?" he asked shyly. Hak and Yona were sitting in the hut at the time, so (Y/N) gladly left the two lovebirds alone.

They walked until they reached Ik-su, who stood at the waterfall and yet again, held a serious yet saddened expression on his face. (Y/N) grew suspicious of the situation, as Yun appeared to look the same way.

"(Y/N)..." Ik-su began. "Y-yeah? What's going on here?" Ik-su looked to Yun, who made his place firmly next to (Y/N). He looked like he was asking something, or telling him to say something. Yun's face saddened, and he sighed.

"(Y/N)... I'm leaving. With Hak and Princess Yona," he said painfully. (Y/N) didn't seem to get the message though, because she appeared to be excited. "Oh how exciting! When do we leave then? This morning?" she beamed.

"...That's the thing; I'm leaving this morning, not you. You're staying here... with Ik-su." Finally, it hit (Y/N) like a tsunami that she was being left behind. And it was by her very own friend, the person she loved most.

"I...I see," she said, refusing to believe what she was hearing. "Ik-su has told me to look after the two of them, and to see the world. I'm sorry (Y/N)-"

"B-But I want to come too! Why can't I stay with you?" she pleaded.

"You must stay here and look after Ik-su. Both of us know that he won't live on his own, so you have to look after him for me. Can you do that?" Yun gripped her shoulders, waiting to hear the response he wanted to. Small tears escaped her eyes, despite how hard she was trying to keep it in.

"O-okay... I can do that." She couldn't help but bawl. She was always afraid that one day this would happen. Soon, Ik-su started crying along with her. It was a sad parting. It didn't take too long before Yun started crying himself.

"You're both such a pain. This isn't the last time we'll see each other," he said, trying to sound confident. He pulled both of them into a tight embrace, where they cried with each other.

"This better not be the last time, or I'll never forgive you," (Y/N) spoke in all seriousness.

~ ~ ~

Not much later, Hak, Princess Yona and Yun all started their journeys. They were getting further and further away whilst Ik-su and (Y/N) waved them off, (Y/N) was still crying a little bit. Yun continued to look back at her, mouthing "I love you," and she would do the same.

"It's okay to be sad (Y/N), and I know he is gone. But he is still here with us, if you remember him with all your heart," Ik-su tried comforting. (Y/N) however, completely ignored him.

"In a way... he's kind of like God; it's like he doesn't exist."

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