#it was a few runs in when i realised there's weird words as 'missions' and then remembered polysemy being the first separate one

[thefirstknife]

Speaking of weird things in the season already, I'm back with the obsession with names of things in the seasonal activity.

So in Riven's Lair, you get randomly assigned "missions" that change with each run. I believe there's five of them as I've played a lot of Riven's Lair so far and only got these five to rotate. Maybe there will be more in weeks to come!

Anyway, if you look in the top left corner when you start the activity, it will tell you the name of the mission you're on. The names that I've seen so far are:

Polysemy

Apophasis

Synchysis

Enthymeme

Tautology

Long post under:

These aren't random words! They're all related to language and rhetoric, which makes sense with the Ahamkara theme as Ahamkara are very dependent on the way language is used around them.

Polysemy is when words or symbols are capable of having multiple meanings. Apophasis is when you speak about something by denying it or mentioning it by saying it's not required to be mentioned (def check examples on wikipedia if this is confusing). Synchysis is also a way of speaking in a way that deliberately messes up the order of words to confuse or surprise the person you're speaking to. Enthymeme is a type of an argument where you construct a sentence which tells some sort of a fact by omitting the way you came to that conclusion because the fact should be obvious on its own (again, check wiki for examples, it will be easier to understand). And tautology has a meaning in both language and logic; in language, a tautology is a statement that repeats something, adding redundant information and in logic, a tautology is a logical formula in which a sentence is constructed in a way that every interpretation of the sentence is true.

I doubt these words were chosen randomly and there might be more or perhaps more will cycle in during weeks to come. But even with just this, there's a pattern. I'm not sure which meaning of tautology is being used here; possibly the language one because it fits the rest, but the logic interpretation could also be possible.

The first week's mission was also specifically Polysemy:

I assume next weeks we'll probably do other specific ones in some order, which would also mean there should be at least 2 more. I'm wondering if there's some sort of a reason why these specific words were chosen. Obviously they all relate to forms of speaking and language which is the primary way that Ahamkara use to affect reality; speaking in specific terminology and using particular phrases and language forms is important to them and when speaking to them.

But given the involvement of the Vex, it also reminded me of the lore book Aspect in which every chapter is named after grammatical, linguistic and logic terms. Aspect is also specifically related to the Black Garden and Sol Divisive. Not only that, but Aspect deals with, among other things, the fate of the Ishtar scientists and their copies in the Vex Network, and primarily uses Chioma as their main viewpoint, and the whole situation with Neomuna and Veil Logs has returned my interest in this lore book.

I feel like it isn't a coincidence that we've spent essentially the entire year reacquainting ourselves with Chioma and Maya and Ishtar as a whole only to bring back Sol Divisive and the Black Garden back in the final season in this way. As the Veil Logs told us, one of Maya's copies interfered with one of the logs, sending signals, and Chioma, at the end of her life, contacted the Vex presumably to be consumed by the network so she could possibly reunite with one of the copies of Maya in there.

This brought me also to the mysterious signal from Scatter Signal lore tab in which Osiris tracks down some sort of a signal that seems to be talking about the Vex, but spoken in a strange way. So I began thinking that this signal might be coming from Chioma, consumed by the Vex, from the Vex Network, reaching out to the man who's been studying her, living in Neomuna and researching the Veil for months. Specifically, the final Veil Log mentioned a few similar words and phrases being repeated. Specifically, when Osiris mentions that Chioma was researching "the entaglement of Light and Dark" and when Nimbus and Osiris discuss "parallel connections and parallel energy fields;" then in the Scatter Signal message there's mention of how, presumably, the Vex are trying to "move from parallel to entanglement." The Veil Log also talks about how the Witness can communicate through our Ghosts and how that connection might be going both ways; Scatter Signal also mentions "bridging communion with a Voice."

Copies of Chioma and the other scientists (with the help of Praedyth) once tried to use the Black Garden to send a message out of the Vex Network, detailed in Aspect. We don't know if they succeeded (at least in our current timeline). The Black Garden has been a big focus in Lightfall almost out of nowhere in such an immensely world-changing way (with the explanation of the Black Heart), and it will still be important this season with the exotic mission. It's a very pleasing loop of the story; everything started with the Black Garden in D1 and everything just before TFS might end with it. I'm also incredibly intrigued by the fact that the returning weapons from Undying (a season about the Sol Divisive and the Black Garden) have returned with a new perk called nano-munitions: very Neomuna-sounding name. Perhaps certain Ishtar scientists are influencing the Vex or extending a helping hand to us.

The questions that remain: how does this tie back to the Ahamkara? Why are the Vex interested in the Ahamkara? What do the Ahamkara have to do with the Black Garden? What's with all the strange language terminology that deals with double meanings and ways to confuse? Is it just regular Ahamkara shenanigans to trick us? To trick the Vex? Maybe both?

The point is, I don't think this is as simple as Riven just being sad that all the Ahamkara are dead and wanting to secure her clutch. Nothing is ever simple with the Ahamkara and nothing is ever simple with the Vex; and now we're dealing with both. And somewhere in all of this, there is also a concerning involvement of the Black Garden that connects to both of these elements. At the end of it all, there's us, who rely on this specific combination of elements to get through the portal, pursue the Witness and save the universe.

Spreading the brain worms to the rest of y'all to think about. If you spot any other mission names, feel free to share, though I think that if they happen, they might happen in the coming weeks. Also as I mentioned before, I know there's been leaks and lore tabs unlocking early on Ishtar: I've not seen any leaks or cutscenes and have not read any lore tabs that aren't explicitly visible in-game so if there's a really simple answer in that leaked material, I don't know about it and don't want to know about it so please don't spoil to me or to others!

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the wish #season of the wish spoilers #ahamkara #vex #black garden #lore vibing #long post #it took me a few runs to notice the names in riven's lair ngl. i was not paying attention to that at all #it was a few runs in when i realised there's weird words as 'missions' and then remembered polysemy being the first separate one #and whenever there's words like this they're there for a reason. they weren't picked randomly #it's so interesting to try and decipher why the writers chose those in particular #if anyone has any other ideas for them feel free to speculate! #also getting the feeling that the vex are taking a crack at paracausality #therefore their interest in the ahamkara. perhaps even taking a crack at also following through the portal #whatever they're doing it can't be good. i'm going insane #if anything. it's setup for them being a big threat post-TFS

[princessbrunette]

jj is so funny because he doesn’t even pick up on half the looks you’re giving him.

he’s always oblivious for a little while, tugging you around with him on a pogue mission only a few hours after he made you cream on his dick so hard you cried. you’re quiet, uncharacteristically so — not even intervening like you usually would when he pipes up with a dumb idea. you physically can’t. you can’t see any of his faults like this, only latching on harder to his charisma and the way he can command the groups attention at the drop of a hat.

you’ll take any excuse to touch him, giving him the big doe eyes as you cling to his bicep listening to him ramble. “look, i’m tellin’ you guys — it’s a solid idea. we got nothin’ else so i suggest y’all listen to me, honestly.” he clucks in that slightly southern accent that makes your tummy get warm. john b sighs, turning his attention to you.

“you allowing this?” he asks and you simply nod, unable to offer anything but a hazy smile.

when arriving to the abandoned building you were meant to be investigating, you get separated for a little bit — much to your devastation. you wait outside on look out with kie and sarah, whilst the boys check out the inside. jj flips a torch in his hand, chipper as ever as he strolls through the building, looking around.

his two friends eye eachother before speaking up.

“so, uh… jayj, i hate to be the one to tell you that you’re totally blind, but i think your little fangirl out there has been craving a little something from you.” john b arrives at his side, addressing the elephant in the room that the blonde seemed unaware of.

“what are you yappin’ about, dude?” jj is distracted, lifting a cover off some old tools lying around on the floor, making a mental note of how they might help them in a jam.

“your girlfriend looks like she’s constantly about to jump your bones.” pope calls bluntly from behind, a few strides back. jj’s attention is captured and he blinks at the two boys who stare at him with knowing smiles. he glances between the two of them before shaking his head.

“oh, nah — gave it to her real good this morning. had her cryin’ on it n’shit. ain’t no way she’s goin’ again, atleast until tomorrow.” he converses casually as they continue down the creaky path. john b and pope look at eachother with clear realisation on their faces, and the brunette slaps his shoulder.

“so that’s what that face is about… okay. she’s uh… dickmatised, man.” he presses his lips together in a smug smile and jj raises an eyebrow.

“cant just make up words, dude. its not fair. some of us struggle with regular words let alone that bullshit.”

“look, all we’re saying is we are proud of you jj. you’ve clearly been putting in the work.” pope teases making john b chuckle, nudging his arm against your boyfriends.

“y’all are so weird. but yes, for a matter of fact, i have.”

once reunited with you, he can’t hold back his own smirk, tonguing at the healing cut on his lip at the way you agree with just about anything he says, constantly reaching to run your hands along his skin. he finds fun in teasing you, purposely flustering you because he can, turning his whole body to face you and imposing in your space.

“damn, lil’ bitta’ dick and you get shy on me? thats actually very cute. i’m flattered.”

maybe you could go again, after all.

#jj maybank prompt #it’s this gif…… it does things to me

[snaililita]

×+×+×+ Random Death the Kid splurbs +×+×+×

/Reader's Gender/: Irrelevant, not mentioned

/SFW ofc/

Honestly just me simping for this boy, I simply adore him! He's just so funny>< My cringe, 2000s - 2010s mindset just eats up all the very angsty content that is just a beautiful snapshot of the era! I wish I could have just have been old enough to have experienced it myself T^T

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MMMMM THIS BOY HAS NO DARN RIGHT BEING THIS /FINE/.

Okay but seriously how did you land him, I want clear cut directions and instructions.

All the girls (and even some boys👁👁) are INCREDIBLY jealous of you. Kid's the cutest boy in the school!

/And/ he is Lord Death's son! Literally just about every girl is seething at you when you walk past them, biting on their shirt/dress collars all angry like.

If I had to guess, it was probably you who asked him out.

He may be absolutely gorgeous, stunning, and have a silver tongue but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to use any of it....

What I'm saying is is guy is /awkward/ with a capital A.

Sweetheart with good intentions once you get to his core and can find a way to look past his obsession with folding toilet paper, but still awkward regardless.

So whether you boldly walked up to him and declared your love with a bouquet of roses and dramatic lighting and music or you were stumbling over your words, on the verge of crying and soiling your pants, and just giving up and running away- you were still the one to ask him out first.

Depending on how you asked I can see him responding in a plethora of ways but my favourite is dead ass looking you in the eye and saying "Even though I'm asymmetrical garbage?" while a singular tear just dramatically trails down his cheek.

Realistically he probably just said yes at first cuz he had nothing better to do. Or if you were the ladder option of the before, probably felt bad.

But the more time you guys hung out the more he found himself beginning to actually /like/ like you.

Maybe you were helping him snap back into focus during his episodes- or maybe you were trying to make him happy by dressing as symmetrically as you could and folding your toilet paper. (Even if it wasn't perfect, it's the sentiment that counted for him this time.)

At first, it just felt weird when you weren't around and he would find himself thinking about you in those situations. But then he started finding himself actively seeking you out when you weren't there.

He would be having a perfectly normal Sunday and then he would find a picture that reminded him of you in a magazine or maybe saw a shirt in the clothes store's window that he thought you would look cute in.

Then he would begin to wonder what you were doing at that moment. He would find himself missing your presence. And when he noticed this, he immediately denied it.

He just agreed to hang out cuz he felt bad/was bored, right? /Right?/

But it kept happening, more and more. It began to happen when he was on missions, he would get distracted and slip up. Okay, this wasn't working out. He needed to do something about this.

He asked you to partner with him on missions.

Let's assume you're a weapon in this scenario. (If you're a meister you just go with him with your own weapon.)

His excuse was "Well if Liz or Patty is out of commission, I can't fight. And since you're a set of perfectly symmetrical twin blades you would make for an excellent back up."

So you started going on missions with him, a lot.

But one time, Patty got sick. So just you and Kid went on the mission while Liz stayed home to take care of her.

This started happening more and more. (Not the Patty getting sick part, although she did probably get sick off of eating crayons regularly a few times.)

At this point, you were essentially going on as many solo missions with him that he had gone on and goes on with Liz and Patty.

But what really made him realise that he does actually like.... /like/ like you was when the two of you resonated souls.

It was weird, being able to hear each other's unfiltered thoughts.

He learned about a lot of weird things that go on inside your head after that- but that's besides the point.

Point being, with how easily the two of you resonated souls without having ever practised before was kind of the last nudge he needed before he decided to stop running from and denying his genuine feelings for you.

He didn't really change much after that, after all you don't exactly become a new person immediately after he acknowledged his feelings, but he did seem a lot happier once he came to terms with it; lot less tense at least.

He seemed a lot less hesitant when asking you out for a spot of tea and was /a lot/ less hesitant when touching you. Of course he still isn't /huge/ on PDA outside of hand holding, but he doesn't feel the need to slather his hands in hand sanitizer after holding yours and doesn't ask you where you've been before hugging you.

That and he doesn't do the awkward side hug anymore, he iniates actual hugs now. Not often, like I said he isn't much into PDA and probably- no, /definitely/ doesn't like his clothes wrinkled but.... maybe he doesn't mind so much when it's you.

After all, he /does/ love you.

And you fold the toilet paper for him.

#death the kid x reader #death the kid #soul eater #soul eater x reader #adelita writes

[spctrsgf]

Hello. I have this idea for a fic, you don't have to write ofc if don't want.

So, reader is a bounty hunter, so on a mission they run into Din, who is also on one. They help each other, and go their ways. After some time they again run into each other, and it happens a few times. But this time, they get job, but don't know much about the person they have to get, and it turns out they have to get eachother. When they realise that, they kinda start fighting but don't really want, so when one say it, they stop. They like sit and talk it through, realise that for some reason (I can't think of any) they have to kill their boss. And they start their journey together. They get into his ship and theres Grogu, and reader's like wtf is that, and he explains it, so after they deal with the boss, they kinda 'have' to take Grogu to jedi together (definitely not cuz they like eachother) so they continue to work together. Also reader kind of wears a helmet/mask to hide most of their face, and they are gn.

I'm so sorry this is so long. Idk if it even makes sense. Thank you so much if you do write this, and if not, thank you anyway.

bounties and hunters • the first encounter

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word count: 3k

warnings: language, canon type violence, kind of slow at first im trying my best to set up the scene for the fics to progress on my apologies (i also have never written a series before!!! kind of nervous)

a/n: when i tell you, anon, that you are a genius, i mean GENIUS. i love love LOVE this idea, so i decided to make this a series!!! updates might be slow with everything i have going on in life rn, but tune in for that if you'd like:)

The first time you met Din, it was under the weirdest circumstances. The meeting was sheer coincidence, really— if you had waited one more minute in your bed, you would have missed him entirely. If Grogu hadn’t simmered as long as he did eating his soup, Din wouldn’t have bumped you either. If you both hadn’t had a bounty to catch, the interaction wouldn’t even have been possible. 

Now that you’re thinking about it, the circumstances weren’t weird at all. In fact, they were just perfect.

—------—

“How much does it pay?” You question, barely tilting your head to further accentuate the words. The man sitting in front of you, Atla Vyk, lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “You always were about the credits, weren’t you?”

You opt to stay silent, holding the Vyk’s eye contact over the fabric of your mask. 

He sighs. “50 Socorran credits.” 

“What the hell am I supposed to do with Socorran credits, Vyk?”

“Use it on Socorro, I don’t know! You’re resourceful.” 

“I can’t be resourceful with Socorran credits!” You snarl at him. “Where’d you even come into contact with those?”

“Well actually—”

You hold up your hand. “I revoke my sentence. Just give me my damn pucks.”

Vyk sighs, grabbing the pucks from his pocket and sliding them across the table.

You snatch them immediately, the cold of the metal biting at your exposed fingertips. “Thank you.” You nod at him.

He chuckles drily. “Always a pleasure.”

Your loose pants boom a loud swish! as you stand up and turn around briskly, exiting the cantina as quick as you had entered it. As you walk, you flip and twist the pucks in your hand subconsciously, your brain already mapping out a way to meet all of your bounties on the least amount of fuel. 

When you reach your ship, all tuned up by the person who owns the landing dock, you toss them a few credits and walk up the ramp. The next few minutes are spent checking all of your hiding spots, just to make sure nothing was stolen. Once you satisfy that nag in your brain, you slide into the worn leather of the pilot seat, pressing buttons and flicking switches to plot coordinates to your next stop. Your ship's engine is sputtering awake in no time at all, and then you’re up and maneuvering the thing up and into hyperspace.

You settle back into your chair as soon as you're comfortable enough to take your hands off the controls, huffing out a breath and letting it settle in front of you. The heater had yet to kick in, causing you to shiver slightly in your thin attire— which was akin to the weather on Tatooine. The cushion of your chair hugs your frail body in a feeble attempt to help keep you warm, but yet you still rock with shivers. Your mind, disregarding this fact, decides to buckle up to begin its nightly wander.

Sometimes, you think, the serene silence of hyperspace is inviting. The way that the colors swirl in an insatiable, never ending twist is fascinating, and you could look at it for hours, wondering what planet you’re passing at the moment. Was that reddish brown streak Socorro? Was that icy blue one Hoth?

Other times, though, it feels as though it’s squeezing your head tight and pulling beads of sweat up and out of your skin. It’s painful to sit in the deafening silence, to even be able to hear the creak of your knee as you extend your leg to stand up. 

No matter which way you deem the endless tunnel to be swirling, it always forces you to think, to be stuck in your own head. It forces you to internalize, to feel effortlessly alone despite the epiphany of people and expanse of space to fill in front of you. 

And, just like the feeling of the silence around you, your reaction to it is also versatile. Sometimes, the silence harbors a lovely tune, rocking your tired body to sleep, but other times it’s like a mudhorn rearing its mighty horn straight into the side of your head. Which is, admittedly, not a lovely tune to fall asleep to.

Right now? It’s the latter.

The swirls of dancing light are no help to the persistent pounding in your brain, no help to the steady churn of anxiety in your stomach. The way the colors dance across your closed lids and the hum of the heater— that must’ve finally turned on— are no match for the powerful mechanics of your brain, leaving you at the mercy of nightmares in your own wicked head.

•••

When you wake, it’s not in cold sweat nor a swift jump from dream to reality in fear, no. It’s from a not so gentle jolt of the ship as it jumps from automatic hyperspace flight to manual maneuvering. Your fingers, while your brain is still groggy with sleep, leap to the controls and stabilize the ship in no time at all, the notion as natural as breathing. 

The subdued yet vibrant colors of Yavin VI’s body  greet you with a glare, shaking any lasting effects of sleep out of your head. Your grip tightens ever so slightly on the controls as you shoot through the outer atmosphere and into the puffy clouds below, mapping out a plan of action in your head. 

Get to the landing doc first. You tell yourself. One step at a time. You maneuver over to the landing pad covered partially by the dense forest, exactly where it had been when you had left it. You hum some foreign tune excitedly, happy that the bounty you’d picked up had chosen Yavin IV and inadvertently allowed you to visit an old friend. They slide out from underneath the overhang, surely after hearing the roar of your engines, a few maintenance droids barreling ahead to start with your ship as you touch down. 

You scramble to open the ramp and start walking down it before it’s even touched the ground, bouncing on your toes. Your friend stands a few feet away from the ramp, hands on their hips and a big grin hung from invisible strings on their face. “Hey— oof!” You slam into them before they can even exert the rest of their greeting, wrapping your arms around their torso.

Their body shakes with laughter, returning the gesture split seconds after you. “Nice to see you too, but did you have to toss all the air out of my lungs?”

“I missed you so much, El.”

“Missed ya too,” they release you and hold you at arm's length, doing a quick scan. “How you holdin’ up these days? It’s been a while.”

“Can’t complain. How about you?” 

“Same here,” El brushes past you, turning their expert gaze to the ship that had been swarmed by droids. “Business has been doing well, so that makes my heart happy.”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I’m glad.”

“You better n’ be smilin’ at me,” they call over their shoulder, the speech slurred from distraction. 

“Oh, I’m way too serious for that. I’m a bounty hunter, after all.”

“Even the high n’ mighty bounty hunters smile, an’ living thing does.”

“How do you know I’m alive?”

“Because if ya were dead I’d already have cried.”

“What if I’m not dead but not living,” You inquire, enjoying the banter. “What if I’m a droid?” 

“Well that's n’ true because you’d be a shit droid even if you were trying. Hand me a wrench, please.”

“Even though I’m not a droid,” you grab the said tool from El’s basket. “I think I’d be a great one. You wouldn’t even be able to tell, contrary to popular belief.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve spent too much time with you not to be able to tell.” They grab the tool from your hand with a smirk, and this time your smile reaches your eyes as they roll playfully. 

“Maker, El, that was cheeky.” 

“Shoulda expected as much from me. Though we were close, guess not.”

“We are close, first of all,” You smack the back of their head in frustration, yet a laugh shoves its way out of your mouth to counter that notion. “But yeah, I guess I should’ve.”

More doses of laughter bubble up into the crisp air of the approaching night as the booming red of Yavin Prime descends further towards the swoops of trees, piercing through the light breeze. You’d missed this. You’d missed this so much. 

It was nice to be carefree, to not be watching your six with a hand on your blaster. You spend hours, even days on edge, constantly distrusting people and tracking any sign of movement. It’d been so long since you’d been able to visit El that you’d nearly forgotten how much you ached for this easy going, stress free life. You’d even forgotten how to live it.

You’d have to leave tomorrow morning, probably before dawn to meet your bounty before they woke up. The inn you assume the bounty is hiding in is a rough four or five hour walk away, two at least if you take El’s speeder. The thought is ever present in your head as you relax into the cool evening, blinking in and out of the front of your thoughts like a strobe light. 

You’re sure El is able to tell. The tell of your hands, which are wrung together almost painfully— not that you’re able to distinguish the pain at the moment— is evident even for someone who isn’t your closest friend. With that in mind, they do their best to distract you, even getting you underneath your almighty ship to “learn how to fix this old thing so you can do it yourself.” 

It’s nice, and it works, in due time. You let your shoulders lower and the coil in your stomach unravel to let the copious amount of tension you hold flow away and into the air that is now strung with quiet music and the offbeat hum of your companion next to you. 

And it goes. And it feels wonderful. It’s like there was beskar on your shoulders, encircling your head and infiltrating your lungs, and now it’s been released, and now you’re free to taste the crisp air and smell the sway of the trees. The feeling carries you effortlessly through your evening, letting you drift easily into a restful sleep, lulling the nightmares far away from the forefront of your mind. 

Yet, when you wake the next morning, from some sort of alarm clock you must’ve installed unintentionally after all the years of hunting, the beskar was back on your shoulders again. It pulls you efficiently to full consciousness and to an upright position. You then move with vigor, gathering the few things you needed on your trip: your pulse rifle, your trusty dagger (for when thungs go south), and an ounce of the calm from the room around you to center your thoughts and get you going. 

After a quick goodbye to El— which was more of a whispered ill be back soon from you and a slurred mhm from them— plus a trip to their dusty garage to grab the speeder, you’re off. The engine is loud and dodging trees and branches is hard at first, but you soon get the hang of it. Just like at any given moment of silence, your mind starts yet another wander. 

You’re surprised you still have stuff to think about that this point.

You’re thinking about it, actually considering it. Considering what it would be like to live with El, not hunting all the time. You liked the calm that it brought, and spending time with El sounded like the best thing ever, honestly. You could wake up every morning not worrying about raiders or bounties or anything. Hell, you could even have a normal sleep schedule! But the longer you let that thought simmer, the more you realize that you like the fast pace that your life moves at, you like the adrenaline boost and the way each bounty is like a new puzzle just waiting to be cracked. 

You’d never be happy with a calm life, at least not now. You’d be bored, you’d lose interest in the midst of all of the trees and monotone days. The way you live now, every day is a new adventure, a new world to conquer and a new bounty to find. And, you’re really fucking good at it, bounty hunting. You’re not one to say stuff like that about yourself often, but hunting was the one thing that you’d honed to near perfection, so to give it up would be like starting your life over again.

The calm life? Not a fucking chance. 

You’re so caught up in the swarm of your thoughts that you fail to see someone in front of you, despite the shiny beskar updo they wear. You manage to let out a loud yell of both surprise and warning before you steer the speeder sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the mandalorian and the floating orb next to them. The edge of your speeder scratches against the bark of a tree as you yank it sharply again to the left, slowing the speeder to a stop in the small clearing you and the warrior reside in. 

As soon as you slow, you’re hopping off the bike and over to them in an unusual notion of worry. “Are you alright?” You offer a hand, and though you can’t tell because of their helmet, you assume they’re just staring at it. You teeter awkwardly there for a second, unsure of what’s going on, before the smooth leather of their glove is sliding into your hand and you’re yanking them up. They’re surprisingly light for someone who's wearing a shit ton of beskar, but you assume they must be pulling some of their own weight.

The mandalorian tilts their helmet at you, the only show that they’re actually alive and breathing at the moment. “I’m fine.” The smooth, modulated baritone lends you to believe that it's a man underneath the beskar, and the richness of his voice surprises you. “Good,” you swallow thickly. “Sorry about that, I should've been looking.” 

The helmet bobs up and down in agreement. 

You shuffle from one foot to the other, contemplating whether you want to continue the conversation. Something about the silence of the man in front of you told you he wasn’t one for chatting, but there was a mystique about him that intrigued you, it pulled you in like a magnet. 

“Are you lost?” “Me?” You ask dumbly, his voice catching you by surprise. “Oh, no, I know where I’m going. Are you?”

“No.” The firmness of your voice lends you to believe that your question hurt his feelings a little bit. 

“Okay,” You say slowly, as if savoring each word on your tongue before it leaves your mouth. “Good luck on your adventures.” 

You turn then, not really wanting to go but hating the way it felt like you could barely breathe under his gaze– and you couldn’t even see his fucking eyes. The intrigue that simmers in the back of your brain is urging you to turn around and offer him a ride, but your natural distrust of new beings keeps you placing one foot in front of the other. 

You’re already comfortably seated on your speeder before he speaks again. “Wait.” The one line punch has your fingers pulling abruptly away from the ignition and your head whipping towards him. “Yeah?” your voice punches through the fabric of your mask, awkwardly eager. 

“I…” The modulator accentuates the puff of frustration and how adamant his tone is as his voice trails off. “I actually am a little confused about where I am.”

You smile with a tilt of the head. “Well, where are you headed?”

“I have coordinates, is that helpful?” 

“I could try. Do you really not have the name though? Most people don’t give coordinates when they tell you where to lie low–”

“This is all I have,” He cuts you off, and his natural unwillingness to engage in conversation peeking through the words. “Can you make it work?”

“Yeah, but…” Your head tilts in confusion as you put the pieces together. “Wait. Are you a bounty hunter?”

“Why?”

You snort, getting the answer even without him explicitly giving it to you. “Because I’m another bounty hunter. Let me see your fob.”

He grabs the said thing, but doesn’t move. “I'll just tell you the coordinates.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.”

He gives them to you, and using your limited knowledge of the planet and your own coordinates, you're able to triangulate a certain direction. “Should be that way,” you point to your left, veering slightly off of your own path. “An hour or two tops, I think. I’ve been there before, but it was a long time ago.”

He nods, pressing a button on his vambrace to move the metal case closer to him. “Thank you for your help. I’ll be in your debt.”

“Don’t sweat it,” you wave him off. “Call it even. I nearly ran you over, after all.”

The way he stops and turns around, tilting his head and clenching his hands together tells you that he might not actually listen to what you just said.

“It’s even.” You reiterate without even thinking, feeling compelled to repeat yourself just so the words would actually slip underneath the thick beskar that crowded around his head and embed themselves in his head. 

He just turns around and walks away, his cape swooshing aggressively despite the lack of wind in the dense forest. 

You stand there for a long moment, just watching his figure recede into the distance, never once faltering, never one looking back. The way he holds himself, with such confidence and rippling power, tells you that he’s an excellent bounty hunter, probably even better than yourself. It’s exciting. As you turn back to your speeder, a new sort of lightning lights up your veins, a new form of adrenaline.

You really do hope you’ll see him again. 

#this was admittedly the hardest yet most fun fic ive done yet #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fluff #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #star wars #star wars imagine #bounties and hunters

[floshav]

daydreams

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

fandom: Harry potter

pairings: regulus black x fem!reader

heads up! words that are written in italics are y/n's or regulus' thoughts

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : 1.7k

warnings : mention of readers chest being small, cuss words, pining, dirty thoughts, jealousy, obsessive thoughts

summary: regulus and y/n have become quite close over the years, it all started when they found relatability in both having obnoxious siblings who overshadowed them. One smitten day, y/n finally realised that she'd just might be catching feelings for her best friend. She would always find herself nervous or giddy whenever they were together. Always wondering whether she looked fine or if she could ever be his type. These were all new feelings to her, nothing that she'd ever really thought about in the past when she was with him, but the main thoughts that fled her mind were far more devious than she'd like to admit. Regulus takes up on the fact that y/n seems dazed out whenever they're together, and makes it his mission to find out what just runs through her mind.

!picture is not mine!

"Regulus Arcturus Black. if you like the damn girl just go talk to her! idiot." Y/n said with a mouth full of bland mashed potatoes, she never really liked the taste.. but what choice did she have anyway.

"No, i will not embarass my stupid ass in front of Heather. Plus i dont even like her that much!" Regulus screeched exhaustedly.

"Yea right. Why did you get all nervous and panicky when she spoke to you? I call bullshit Black" Y/n now said while sipping on her goblet filled with pumpkin juice.

"Its because i literally have no social skills whatsoever when it comes to girls y/n. You should know that by now stupid." Regulus said in an annoyed smiley face, almost chuckling at his inabilities.

"Wowwwww. Fine. So im not a girl to you then?" Y/n scoffed while rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Yes madam y/n! I think you'd suit a beard. Oh wait, or was it Sir y/n?" Regulus teased while continuing the last bit of last minute homework he had layed on the table.

"Fuck off." Y/n now said with a toothy grin trying to focus on the meal at hand "Look the only reason why i dont feel nervous around you is because you're my bestfriend y/n. What, do you want me to be nervous around you?" Regulus now said directly looking into y/n's eyes making her feel a weird churn of nervousness in her stomach.

"U-uh no. What- i totally knew that! I was just messing with you Reggie." Y/n mumbled now not being able to hold the eye contact she was holding seconds ago.

Was this how it was going to be from now on? Me feeling this weird sensation whenever Regulus got a bit playful. Ugh kill me now.

Without realising it, y/n had been silent for a few moments just lost in her thoughts making Regulus' curiousity peek.

"What in merlin's name has you so zoned out. Helloooo" Regulus said whilst waving his hand effortlessly in her face.

'Hmm? Yes what is it." Y/n said finally out of her head

"Nothing. You just seem a bit off lately, everything alright?" Regulus inquired now paying full attention to her

"N-no. Uhm everythings fine. Stop acting weird Reggie!" Y/n panicked, because it seemed like he was catching on to her thoughts

"Okay... chill out wanker" Regulus now said with an awkward face, but resumed his homework to end this seemingly awkward conversation they were beginning to have.

"Hey Regulus! c'mere!!"

y/n and regulus whipped their heads to meet eyes with the voice whow as calling his name. Low and behold, it was Heather.

She was sitting over next to her gang giggling and whispering to eachother, like a bunch of idiots y/n thought.

There it was again, those feelings of jealousy that turned in her stomach.

Stop it you idiot! Stop stop stop. This is great for regulus. He needs another friend. Yes. Enough!

"Shit, what the hell do i do?!?" Regulus now panicked whilst trying to make it seem like he wasnt. Ultimately failing at it of course.

"Just go talk to her fool! This is your time to finally make a new girlfrien- i mean friend thats a girl! Reggie look, if anything happens i'll be here, ready. Wands out and all." Y/n said with reassuring eyes which always made Regulus feel better.

"Okay. OKAY OKAY. I CAN DO THIS. Thank you y/n. You're the bestest friend ever" Regulus motivated himself whilst slowly getting out of his chair for a slow yet sauve approach towards Heather and her minions.

Even though y/n was proud of her shy friend, she couldnt help put feel a pit form at the bottom of her stomach from the words "You're the bestest friend ever". I mean it was true right? They were the bestest friends. Probably the bestest friends in Hogwarts if it wasnt for their obnoxious siblings being the so called marauders. So why was she feeling sad that it was just that.

Y/n glanced over at the pair who had seemed to kick it off. It wasnt much of a sight for sore eyes persay, but what could she do.

She glanced over at her watch which she wished was running late, because it meant she was late for her first class, potions with slughorn. Great. She checked back to see if regulus had noticed the time, but all she saw was the thing she loved most, his smile intended for the eyes of Heather. Without even bothering, she got up and gathered her textbooks to leave the great hall.

Timeskip to the middle of class!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Y/n spent most of the class bored, wondering where Regulus was because he was NEVER late, and she really means never. Her attention was finally awakened when everyone heard the wooden door to the classroom creak open, only to reveal... Regulus.

"Ah! Regulus Black. Finally care to join us now? You've been absent for the past 30 minutes! You shall see me after class. Now, take your seat and refer to the person next to you." Slughorn warned sternly.

Y/n didnt even bother to look his way, knowing that he didnt even notice her leave the great hall earlier, let alone for 30 minutes straight. It was petty of her, but they were bestfriends for merlins sake! They never left eachother's side ever since they met.

Out of the blue, she felt a small piece of crumpled up parchment hit the side of her face. She crouched down the pick it up, finally realising it was from the douche himself.

She subconsciously rolled her eyes while unravelling it to see Regulus' neat handwritting apologising for the earlier events.

hey im sorry for not walking to class with you earlier, Heather wanted to show me something and guess what? She ended up locking me in the fucking broom closet with her for like 30 minutes trying to make out with me or some shit.

was what the letter read out.

Y/n started to feel a pit of jealousy form but couldn't help but feel bad that Regulus had to do something he didnt want to do. But many thoughts raced her mind.

What if they actually did makeout and he was trying to make it seem like they didnt. No y/n. Stop why would you even care if he made out with her or not. Its good that he's getting some action in his romantic life right? Right.

What if it was me that was stuck in there with him. All the things i'd do to see him in a loose tie and ruffled up hair panting breathless all because of me. The way his hands would feel on my waist while i stared up at him with innocent eye- SHIT. STOP LETTING THESE THOUGHTS ROAM YOUR HEAD!!

And with those thoughts, Y/n's face immedietly turned red with embarassment and lust. What if those thoughts ever became a reality were the thoughts that constantly replayed in her mind.

"psst wanker. I didnt mean to leave you, seriously. Im sorry." Regulus now said dangerously close to y/n's ear, making her feel hot all of a sudden.

"Whatever" was the only word that y/n mumbled whilst focusing her attention back to whatever slughorn was saying.

"C'mon dont be like that." was the last sentence Regulus said before giving up

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ time skip ! after all classes

Y/n spent the whole day speed walking away from Regulus just to not cause a scene. If there was no one around she would most definitely be running away from the boy, not wanting to see his face at all. Life was a blur at that point, thoughts fogged up with Regulus whilst y/n dragged through the day without any social interaction, which surely couldn't be healthy until finally, Regulus managed to corner her at the end of an empty hallway.

"Y/n, whats up with you? You've been avoiding me for the whole day." Regulus now said while looking into y/n's eyes hands at the side of her face pinning the wall behind her.

Y/n started to feel nervousness bloom in her stomach again, and even in the places she didnt want to mention.

"Look. I get it, im a forgettable part of your day so what's the point in dwelling on this friendship when you could go start a fresh new one with Heather!" Y/n said frustrated while she felt a heavy feeling start to overcome her eyes.

"Y/n what? Are you okay? How can you be a forgettable part of my day when i literally spend every waking moment with you! Even when we're apart, the only things that cross my mind are.. well first of all slughorns long ass essay papers, but for the most part you!" Regulus softly raised his voice with frustration while his mouth hung low

"I-i, Im sorry im not enough Reggie. Maybe Heather would be a better friend, i mean she's pretty, she has good grades and for merlin's sake atleast she has womanly boobs for a guy to like." Y/n cried out now feeling tired with herself whilst she looked down to her shoes.

"Hey look at me." Regulus said while using his hand to lift her chin up

"I don- " He sighs. "i dont fucking want Heather y/n. I want you and only you." He said with intense eye contact which made y/n fall weak in her knees.

"Y-you wh-" Before y/n could finish her sentence, she felt a warm pair of lips gently crash into hers before doubtfully backing away.

"i-i shit. im sorry y/n i dont know why i did that i-" Regulus stuttered with regret before feeling a soft pair of hands and lips caress his face roughly.

"Shut up. You're forgiven" Y/n mumbled through their much so needed kiss.

Regulus had both his arms wrapped around the bottom of her waist, being ever so delicate with the touch whilst y/n was going at it at his lips, wanting the moment to last forever. Soft pants and whimpers were left from Regulus' mouth wanting y/n to never stop.

"I wish i told you i loved you sooner." Were the last words that left Regulus' mouth before their night took off.

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GUYS. This was my FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING SOME BORDERLINE STEAMY STUFF. *cries internally* i hope it was okay... i know it was short but if you liked it lmk please!! i will release more in the future. Also if you have any requests for fanfic plots, you can always flood my asks!!

#regulus #regulusblack #harrypotter #harry potter fanfic #regulusblackfanfic #regulus being a little shit #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black #hogwarts #angst #smut #fanfiction #hp universe #harry potter #regulus x y/n #femreader #regulus arcturus black #friends to lovers #heathers

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Mari wears Chat Merch fic

Originally posted under this post by @glockenzspiel, figured I may as well dedicate its own. Not a fanfic writer but I like writing, and I was feeling inspired XD Disclaimer: only watched a few eps of MLB but really wanna get into it. Most of my knowledge has been absorbed through tumblr and osmosis. Make a lot of assumptions based on y'all and your reactions, so there is the slightest of angst re: the most recent season where Chat feels like Ladybug is replacing him. I also yadda yadda past the reveal bc don't wanna touch that with my limited knowledge. But anyway! Enjoy!

2k+ words. Oneshot. About that one black tshirt with a new green paw print on it that apparently yall have collectively decided Marinette owns. Otherwise mostly wholesome.

Chat’s eyes were brighter than usual.

Ladybug watched in bemusement as he came screeching to a halt on their way back from another successful mission, and stood in front of a little street stall. The stall owner seemed to have fled to safety during the last akuma attack.

It was covered top to bottom in Chat Noir merchandise.

This wasn’t an unusual sight. There were dozens of Chat Noir-specific merch vendors all over the city. There were just as many Ladybug stalls. There were even whole department store sections dedicated to celebrating the resident heroes of Paris.

“This is so cool!” Chat gushes, his eyes glowing a vibrant green, hands clutching at a black shirt. Ladybug peered around him and noticed the black t-shirt had a single neon green paw print in the centre. She raised an eyebrow.

“Really, kitty? There’s probably a dozen like it” she chuckled, as he whirled around with a mock offended look on his face.

“How can you not appreciate how incredible this design is, milady?!” he argued as she smirked at him. “The simplicity yet sophistication. It’s bold but understated!” He waved the shirt around but she merely blinked at it. He pouted at her lack of enthusiasm.

“Bet Marinette would appreciate this” he grumbled, fingering the material.

“What was that?” Ladybug tilted her head, not having heard him. Chat’s ears twitched as he glanced back at her. “…I was saying it’s a shame you don’t realise how awesome this shirt is!” he finally said, thrusting the shirt into her face.

“Like it that much?” she giggled, gently pushing it away. His jaw clenched with playful stubbornness.

“Do you know what this says, LB?” he crooked a brow.

“What does it say, Chat?” she indulged him.

“It says, ‘I am a Chat Noir fan 100%’” he whispered dramatically. He leaned back with a bright grin. “I wonder if I could just leave some money and take this?” he mumbled to himself.

Ladybug burst out laughing.

---

Later, Marinette was driving around, running some deliveries on her scooter when she passed by the stall she had visited earlier that day.

There was still a stack of those Chat Noir shirts, but now with a bored vendor tending to the stall.

She couldn’t help but giggle, remembering how delighted Chat had been.

Marinette pursed her lips as she walked up to the stall, looking at the shirt. There really was nothing special about the shirt. It was a plain black tee, the neon green paw print stamped on. No embellishments, nothing clever. As a burgeoning fashion designer, nothing about the material or graphic design seemed exciting to her.

But Chat Noir had loved it.

As a general rule, and also because it was really, really weird, Marinette didn’t buy Chat merch. Let alone her own. That would be even weirder. But here she hesitated.

“Excuse me, miss, but are you planning on buying anything?” the vendor finally piped up, having watched as the strange young girl seemingly zoned out in front of his stall.

“Oh!” a bright flush spread across her face. “Uh, um, yes uh, this please!” she hastily grabbed one of the shirts, not even bothering to check the size and handing it to the vendor to ring up.

She paid for the shirt, gave the vendor an embarrassed smile, before running off to finish her errands, the now bagged shirt clutched in her hands.

---

An hour later, she stood, holding the shirt in front of her. It was a little big but nothing too crazy.

“I mean, I suppose I should try it on” she shrugged, and changed into it. Marinette looked in her mirror.

There she was. The Ladybug, wearing a Chat Noir t-shirt.

“Yup. About as weird as I thought it would be” she announced to the empty room, strangely embarrassed. “But it’s pretty comfy.” She played with the hem of the shirt and shrugged. Guess these were her pyjamas for the night.

---

As time would go on, the Chat shirt would naturally become part of her loungewear rotation. Marinette no longer felt self-conscious, and would often happily don it to go to sleep. It was a really comfortable shirt.

So comfortable, in fact, that she would forget she was wearing it.

Which would come back to bite her in a very embarrassing way.

---

It had been a long day of fighting another one of Hawkmoth’s akumas, and Marinette decided that a quiet evening looking out at the beautiful city of Paris on her balcony, with a hot mug of cocoa was exactly what she needed.

“That smells good,” a voice suddenly spoke. She looked to her left and saw Chat Noir perched on the ledge of the balcony. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

She had gotten used to these abrupt late night visits from Chat. Since he didn’t know she was Ladybug, she could relax and not worry about fending off his flirting.

“Hot cocoa. Want some?” she offered, preparing to push away from where she had been leaning. He shook his head and instead shifted from his crouch to sit properly on the ledge, legs dangling over the edge.

They both gazed out at the twinkling lights of the city.

“Tired from a long day saving the world?” she sipped at her drink. He shrugged, smiling down at her.

“A little, yeah” he admitted, and she looked up at him. He wasn’t usually so forthcoming.

“The job getting you down?” she asked, hesitantly.

One good thing about being Marinette and Chat Noir, was she could ask him things she wasn’t brave enough to ask as Ladybug. It was something that had long since been on her mind. Her role as a hero. His role as her partner. Living this double life. All the responsibilities they both were facing. She wondered if he felt the same way.

“Well, you know. The constant fighting gets to you after a while,” his eyes glowed in the black night, as he stared into the distance. She did know. “Well at least you have Ladybug at your side,” she offered, but all she received was a sad smile.

“Ladybug is great. She’s strong and steadfast and never seems to let anything get to her.” He went quiet for a moment. “It can be pretty intimidating, actually.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re…intimidated by Ladybug?” the shock in her voice made him turn, and he shook his head vehemently.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant,” he raised his hands defensively. “Don’t get me wrong. I love this part about her. Her duty to the city and her role, and how fearless she is in the face of insurmountable odds! But… it kinda leaves very little room for me. Like even if I weren’t there, she’d still do just fine.”

He almost whispered that final part, and Marinette’s heart squeezed tight. She had never realised he felt this way. In her eyes, Chat Noir was unshakeable, undeterred, grinning through all the trials they faced as heroes. She looked to him as a shoulder to lean on and a support she could rely on. He was the best partner she could ever hope for. And yet she had made him feel like she didn’t need him.

She reached one hand over and laid it over Chat’s clenched fist. He looked at her and she glared at hi.

“You know that’s not true. Ladybug needs Chat Noir just as much as Chat Noir needs Ladybug.” She squeezed his hand. “I know it. You know it. And the whole of Paris knows it.”

Chat studied her gaze as she studied his, before they both smiled. “You think so?” he finally asked.

“I do. And I know Ladybug would think the same.” She gave him a pointed look. “You should tell her how you feel.”

For some reason, Chat’s ears turned red, but he coughed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe I should.” She nodded, and finally leaned back.

“Sure you don’t want some cocoa?” she asked.

He pondered for a second, before turning around. “Yeah, why not? I have time for- HEY!”

“What?!” she looked around, worried some hidden enemy had ambushed them on her balcony. It was still quiet, empty night and she looked back at him. He was looking at her clothes.

“My shirt!”

Marinette glanced down at herself, horror dawning on her.

“Oh no” she wheeled around, looking for something to cover the green pawprint, but there was no such object. She settled for instead covering her face with her hands, avoiding Chat Noir’s ear-to-ear grin.

“You bought a Chat Noir shirt!” he chimed, his voice bubbling with excitement.

“No, I didn’t!” she denied, trying to shuffle towards the door leading back into her home.

“Don’t deny it! I saw this shirt the other day with Ladybug!” he slid in front of her, blocking her escape.

“It’s not the same shirt. Not related to you at all” She tried to slip past him but the wasn’t letting her past.

“Don’t lie! Who else could be represented by a green paw print?” he demanded, planting his fists on his hips.

Marinette scrambled for an excuse.

“It’s this, uh, great indie band I know, Neon Leopards. Big fan. Yup.” Chat burst out laughing and allowed Marinette to push him inside as she re-entered her home. She stopped him before he could follow her in.

“Didn’t realise you were a Chat Noir fan, Marinette” he leaned in close to her bright red face but she locked her brows stubbornly.

“I’m a Neon Leopards fan,” she huffed. “Also, I just realised I drank the last of the hot cocoa. So I’m afraid you’ll have to leave now!”

Chat Noir didn’t even try to stop her, too busy snickering.

She slammed the door shut on his laughing face.

---

Over the subsequent months and years, the Chat shirt would becoming an ongoing joke between Chat and Marinette. When Chat Noir mentioned Marinette owning his merchandise to Ladybug, it took everything for her not to burst into flames from embarrassment and react with cool indifference.

But it would soon make way for an even bigger reveal.

“Wait, Marinette. You’re Ladybug?!”

“You’re Chat Noir, Adrien?!”

The Chat shirt would not be a topic that would come up for a good while after this, as Marinette and Adrien adjusted not only to the news that they were Chat and Ladybug respectively, but also the newfound romantic relationship they had entered into soon after the reveal.

Until one day, when Chat appeared on her balcony.

--- “Claws in!” and suddenly, Adrien Agreste was on her balcony.

Marinette poked her head out onto the balcony and huffed, coming to stand in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“Hey Marinette!” he greeted her, before freezing midstride.

“Adrien, you know you can use the front door!” she complained, before noticing the creeping smile on his face.

She felt a tingling sensation on her neck and weird sense of déjà vu as he stared at her clothes. She glanced down and sighed.

“Neon Leopards, huh?” he smirked, walking over and wrapping her in his arms.

“This is why you don’t catch a lady off guard” she grumbled, leaning her red face into his chest.

“I should’ve known you were Ladybug when I saw you wearing this shirt. The fashion-forward design genius Marinette would never have bought this kind of top otherwise” he chuckled, pulling back enough to look at his cute lady’s face.

She rolled her eyes, lazily draping her arms around his neck.

“I guess I couldn’t help myself.” She sighed, smiling playfully. “I mean, it’s simple, yet sophisticated.” She teased. He nodded seriously. “Truly bold yet understated” he declared, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“I mean, do you know what this says?” she leaned in, whispering dramatically. He followed her lead.

“What does it say?” he whispered back. “It says, ‘I’m a Chat Noir fan, 100%’” she grinned, and he couldn’t resist. He leaned in and pecked her lightly on the lips. A light pink tinged her cheeks and across her nose.

“Clearly you wouldn’t survive without me,” he sighed, winking at her. She jabbed him in the ribs. He jerked before retaliating by tickling her. She giggled and swatted his hands away.

“There is no Ladybug without Chat Noir, after all,” she announced.

“And no Adrien without Marinette” he murmured. She blushed again, and how could Adrien resist that. He leaned back in once more.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb oneshot #fanfic #miraculous ladybug oneshot #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #marinette x adrien #marichat #adrienette #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #mlb ship #writing #glockenzspiel #ladybug fic #2k fic #2k+

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Omfg what about a Soap who gets rejected/slash hurt by Ghost, asks for a transfer (only for a bit) and then comes back with König???

Like Soap reckons if he just got some time away from Ghost, some time around some other people that aren’t constantly reminding him of the man that so ruthlessly crushed his heart, that he’ll be ok.

So he asks Price for a transfer, just a temporary one for a few months while he and lieutenant sort themselves out. Price is reluctant to do so, not wanting to split up his boys and worried about Soap and the dark rings sitting under red rimmed eyes. But it’s also that worry that let’s Soap transfer, cause the last thing he wants is for his boys to destroy each other from the inside out.

So Soap transfers to another unit for a while without notice. Well, without notice for Ghost because he thought the man wouldn’t give two shits if he disappeared. Everyone else knew though and they were all sad to see the man go, even if he was promised to come back eventually.

Ghost doesn’t realise the change at first since Johnny had been avoiding him for the last few weeks already. He didn’t blame the man, he had been a cunt to him on purpose after all cause he couldn’t deal with the thought of losing Johnny if he let himself fall in love with the man.

But then they got sent on a mission and it was the all hands on deck sort of thing. When Ghost takes a look around the plane and doesn’t see Soap he gets slightly worried, the man is always the first on board, chattering away to whoever will listen. Then the pilots are making final preps and Ghost panics just a little cause where the fuck is Soap?

It’s when the doors close that he makes his way to Price, eyes just a tad too wide under the mask as he glances around, “What about Johnny?”

Price gets this look in his face and Simon’s stomach drops. He’s seen the look only once and he doesn’t know if he can handle being told the same thing again. When did it even happen? Why did it happen? Why had nobody told him when they knew he was close to Johnny?

“He’s been transferred Lieutenant.” Ghost doesn’t know if he feels better or worse from hearing the words. There’s sharp relief that the man isn’t dead but then it’s overwhelmed by the fact that the Scot had been transferred and nobody bothered to tell him.

Price must see it in his face cause the man heaves a sigh, rubbing at his forehead before nodding at the seat next to him, “This isn’t the greatest time for this conversation but I know you won’t be able to focus proper until you know why.”

Simon feels small under the analysis, something about being so well known by someone always sitting weird in his gut when he put too much thought into it.

“Sergeant Mctavish has been transferred to KorTac for the next four months under his own request. He’ll be back by the end of that time period but until then there will be no comms between us. They’ve got their own missions to run.”

Price didn’t say it but Simon knows he’s the reason behind Johnny’s transfer. Knows that the only reason the Scot isn’t with them is because Ghost got fucking scared and decided it’d be easier to hurt the other man now rather than let himself get hurt in the long run. And Ghost hates himself for it.

“Bring him back Price.” The captain shook his head, regret and a slight bit of disappointment in his face as he spoke.

“Can’t do that lieutenant. The paperwork’s been done and the sergeants been gone for a week now. If I pulled him now it’d look bad for all of us, not to mention KorTac’s mission could go sideways if they were suddenly down a man.”

Ghost wants to scream. Wants to yell and rage and demand the captain bring Johnny back to where he belongs but he knows that’s not going to fix anything. Knows that it was all his fault anyway and the last thing he wants is for the entire plane to know just how much he fucked up.

Price sighs quietly, hand coming to briefly rest on his shoulder before he speaks, “Simon. I know you feel bad about what happened but there’s nothing to be done now. You just… wait it out.”

Ghost can do nothing but grit his teeth and nod cause it’s not like there’s any other choice.

*4 months later*

Ghost had been going out of his mind waiting for the time to pass. Without Johnny’s constant noise and seeking him out it felt like a Millenia just for a single day to pass by. But now the 4 months are up and everything can go back to normal.

Was it naïve and way too hopeful to wish for things to just return to how it was? Definitely. But Ghost couldn’t help himself, he desperately wanted things to go to before then. Before he had fucked up and hurt Johnny so badly. He just wanted his sergeant to smile at him and share thoughtless affection like he always had.

He’s out on the tarmac with Price, the both of them waiting for Soap’s heli to land. Ghost is practically vibrating out of his skin with how much he’s resisting to immediately run toward the aircraft. All desire to do so stops when some tall as fuck soldier gets out of the heli first, sniper’s hood obscuring his face from view and causing Ghost to wonder at who the hell that is.

But then Johnny’s getting out and Simon forgets all about the other man, eyes fixated on the smile the Scot wears and the way his mouth parts in what Simon knows to be a laugh.

Then he’s turning toward him and his smile gets wider, arm coming up to wave at them briefly before he starts making his way over, the tall guy following a step behind.

When Soap makes it to them he pulls Price into a firm hug, patting at his back as he greets the man with short jabs and a friendly smile. When Johnny pulls back he smiles at Ghost but somethings not quite right about it, “Nice seeing you Ghost.”

The lieutenant frowns beneath the mask, giving his own short greeting as Johnny turns slightly to introduce the other man with him. Ghost doesn’t notice though cause he’s too fixated on why this whole interaction felt so wrong.

There’s something different about how Johnny’s acting, something missing when he looks at Ghost and he can’t put his finger on it.

“This is König. He looked after me during my transfer and was suggested to transfer here as a way of… building, relations.” Soap shot Price a rather pointed look, the two of them having a silent conversation that Simon couldn’t quite figure out.

Eventually their captain sighed and the smile that broke out across Soap’s face was blinding, “Welcome to the team then König. Our boy here will show you around.”

König nodded, saying something that Ghost couldn’t quite make out with the static running through his ears cause Johnny wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at the new guy with a look he was all to familiar with.

#fic prompt #fic #prompt #ghost x soap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #call of duty #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #one sided ghost x soap #hinted König x soap #mentioned KorTac #ghost is a dick in this one sorry #scared ghost #hurt johnny #offscreen hurt/comfort #onscreen hurt

[sherifftillman]

Getting Amped

Pairing: implied potential Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 908

Summary: It's a big day for Eddie - the day he plans on finally asking you out. It's still a little nerve-wracking, though, so he psyches himself up in the one way he would never let anyone know he does.

A/N: Hello again! This is mostly just my own answer to the debate on whether Eddie-related playlists should have genres that aren't metal in them. As someone who used to frequent an alternative bar pretty regularly, the same people who would be throwing each other around to System of a Down would belt out Taylor Swift within minutes, once you got them inebriated enough. And so, this fun little drabble was born.

It's not a typical 'x reader' in that this is just a scene that only features Eddie. But I've enjoyed writing it.

The alarm pierces through one of Eddie's ears, straight out of the other. Burying his head under the pillow does nothing. In sheer defiance of doing absolutely anything that requires lifting his head up, he blindly reaches down the side of his bed until he feels one of his boots, picks it up, and flings it behind him until the beeping sounds come to a halt.

Usually, Eddie would stay here in his nest of comfort until the energy finally came to him. But today, he has a mission. One worthy of pushing himself out of bed and trudging along to the bathroom. Eddie would honestly rather die than dare to wash his hair before school starts, but today is a day that is worth the effort. Pondering what kind of shower he's about to have, it's answered for him once he steps in and realises that there is no more running hot water in the trailer. It's fine, he tells himself. This is invigorating. It'll wake me up.

Once he's out of the shower, he takes his hair in both his hands, wrings it out and wraps it up into some kind of updo, to keep it from dripping as he dries the rest of himself off. Slinging the towel around to hang low across his hips, he heads back into his bedroom, flicks open the metal tin on his dresser, and rolls himself a joint. Usually, he wouldn't take from his own supply unless it were for the benefit of his clients, but he needs the extra boost to keep his cool today.

He lays back on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other holding the joint, swinging it slowly from side to side, his eyes transfixed on the glowing bud as a trail of smoke traces his movements. He pictures everything perfectly: he'll approach her right before homeroom, and ask her to sit with him for lunch. The two have been friendly enough in passing that he's sure he's picked up the vibe that she'd be happy to join him. He'll take her to his usual meeting spot, but not for business this time. He'll pull up the picnic basket he's already left at the park bench - reminder to self, Munson, drop that off first, you're slipping up already. As they're eating, he'll tell her how much he's enjoying her company. And if she reciprocates, he'll seal the deal by asking her out. Easy, right?

As the last of the joint crumbles from orange embers to ash, Eddie lets out a heavy breath. He's got to stay psyched for this. No doubting, even for a second. That's when it hits him.

Doing one final patrol of the trailer to make sure Wayne was definitely out at work, and not just crashed out in a corner somewhere, Eddie holds onto his towel for dear life as he bends down to reach under his bed, and one-handedly pulls out a box with the words "filthy porn" "the heavy stuff" "weird shit" written all over. Smirking at his sheer deception levels, Eddie opens the box and starts rifling through the contents - his 'guilty pleasures' single collection.

He thumbs through a few before first settling on We Got The Beat by the Go-Gos. Certainly not his usual soundtrack, but perhaps it'll make outfit-choosing seem less stressful and more like one of those shopping montages in those cheesed-up movies. He's not 100% on the lyrics, but watching his reflection dance along to the beat as he holds items of clothing up against himself still gives him the same amount of serotonin as blasting out one of his favourites. He decides to smarten up a Hellfire shirt with a red-and-black flannel, a leather jacket without the vest on top, and keeping the chains on his jeans but opting to remove the handcuffs.

He prepares his own breakfast - and lunch for later - in relative silence, still bopping his head to the song that has managed to lodge into his head for a while, but it soon fades and again, so does his confidence that he's ready to do this. He decides it's time to pull out the big guns.

This time, returning to The Box, he searches very deliberately for one single in particular. He places Wham's I'm Your Man on the record player, slides the needle over, and grabs a bottle of deodorant, flipping it round and throwing it up in the air, catching it right before the first lyric starts to play. Making eye contact with his reflection, Eddie starts mouthing along, dancing along to the words, miming every action, emotion, anything that's described in the lyrics.

He jumps and spins and runs around the entire trailer, dancing between "rooms", on the couch, on his bed, ricocheting himself off of counters. At the longest-held note in the song, Eddie feels for the tie keeping his hair together, pulls it away, and shakes his thick, dark mane back out.

He finishes packing up the food he plans to take with him as the song fades out, and is about to leave when he realises something horrific. Quickly diving back to his room, he hastily shoves the single back into its sleeve and kicks the box back to the depths of the void beneath his bed.

For now, Eddie the cheesy movie protagonist is put to sleep, and Eddie The Freak is ready to seize the day as his own.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #*myfics

[hrefna-the-raven]

Lawmen

Masterlist - DBH masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Words: 1991

Warnings: drunkenness, smut (18+)

Chapter 9 - (Don't) judge a book by its cover

An hour passed before you were ready to start the mission. You tried your best to check off the misgivings that were tearing your stomach apart, making you slightly nauseous. What was wrong with Gav, despite your weird situation, there normally were no issues while texting. Had he finished his reports by now? Where was he? At home? At Jimmy's? These thoughts plagued you, serving as a foreboding of what might await you when you arrived at his place after work. The sound of footsteps ceased, and David stood next to you, casting a concerned gaze at your pale face.

“Are you ok?”, he asked, his hand gently encircling your arm.

Feeling a wave of relief wash over you at his touch, you nodded and continued towards the entrance of the club, grateful that his hand remained on your arm. It felt comforting, and also added to the appearance of authenticity. As soon as you stepped foot inside the club, passing by the few androids trapped and dancing in glass enclosures, an overweight man approached you. He wore a stained purple shirt, a lanyard, and black slacks. Grease clung to his beard, and his receding hairline accentuated his pitiful existence. A sinister smile emerged from behind his beard, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Ah welcome, my friends, to the glorious Eden Club!”, the grandiloquent wave of his arms ridiculed his appearance even more, “this is where the magic happens. What can I do for you? Oh, no wait! Let me guess, you’re here to spice things up, ay?”

He playfully nudged David's elbow, who struggled to restrain himself from punching Floyd Mills right then and there. Instead, he mustered a grin.

“My, uh, girlfriend and I are looking for a third party to, uh, you know…”

“Ah don’t be ashamed, my friend, this is more common than you think”, he winked at David and beckoned for both of you to follow him, “come with me, I have the perfect spot for you two lovebirds. Male or female?”

“Male”, the answer escaped your lips faster as you planned it, earning you a curious glance from the captain, who tried to anticipate the play as fast and efficient as possible.

“I promised to spoil my love today, so we decided to add another man, or, in this case, a male android. I hate to share her with a real person.”

“Don’t worry I understand and good ol' Floyd won’t judge”, his leer revealed a golden tooth.

What a cliché, you thought to yourself. Mills presented you with four different male androids, playing along as you pretended to be selective, ultimately choosing the one you initially spotted. In the end, it didn't really matter. Mills claimed this particular model was unique and had just arrived the day before, ensuring that the two of you would have a memorable time together. As Mills opened the door to the room, which was supposed to be unoccupied, you completely froze in shock by what you saw inside.

“Hey, you should have left already!”, Mills shouted in anger as he stormed into the room.

The person in the room was obviously dead drunk and, totally unimpressed by the audience he just gained, continued to clumsily fuck the female android from behind.

“I told you to get out, you drunk idiot!”

Mills grabbed the man by his t-shirt collar and swiftly spun him around, causing him to trip over his sagging pants that he desperately tried to pull up. The man stumbled and ended up falling heavily at your feet.

“Iiiii’m da po-po-police!”, he slurred, his speech barely intelligible.

His gaze drifted upwards, locking with yours, as the weight of his realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. Gavin laying there, sprawled out before you, completely intoxicated, his pants shamelessly lowered in the sex club where you were undercover on a crucial mission. Your mind spun, overwhelmed by a torrent of questions, desperately trying not to succumb to the wave of sadness that consumed you in that very moment. You had endured and tolerated so much from that insufferable jerk, but this was the final straw. Just as the expression of sorrow and disappointment threatened to etch itself onto your face, the captain swiftly guided you out of the room, pulling you into a tight embrace and whispering almost inaudibly into your ear.

“Focus, I’m here, we can still do this.”

Gavin opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could escape, Floyd Mills stepped over him, making his way towards you.

“Please forgive this unfortunate sight. As compensation for this incident, we will gladly offer you a discounted rate for your reserved time. Please proceed to this room, and an android will be with you shortly.”

You entered the adjacent room where Gavin was still lying, shutting the door behind you and collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming down your face. The captain sat beside you, gently stroking your leg.

“I apologise that you had to witness that”, his compassion sounded honest, even though, in your opinion, he had no reason to empathise.

“You’re not the one who needs to apologise”, you replied, rising from the bed and straddling him, “you’re right though, let’s focus on the mission, it’s too important.”

The door opened quietly, and the male android entered.

“Hello, I am an HR400”, its voice was soft, but the static monotony stripped it of any human touch, “let me know how I can assist you.”

As soon as the android reached you, you took out the hacking prototype, hold it to its face and its head dropped instantly as you activated the device. Grateful that the android didn’t completely collapse at the force shutdown, you stepped back and opened a small panel above the liquor cabinet in the room. Frantically typing a few codes on the keyboard, a holographic display appeared.

“We’re in, cap”, a small amount of joy found its way back to your shaken voice.

Allen took his position on your left and inserted a small chip into the keyboard.

“Let’s hurry and retrieve as much data as possible. That android will be back in two minutes. And don't forget about the hidden files”, said, rubbing his neck as he glanced at the display and then at you, “I can’t wait to see what’s hiding in the system here.”

You managed to finish and close the panel just in time before the HR400 was back online.

“Hello, I am an HR400. Let me know how I can assist you.”

“Sit on the chair and watch the ceiling”, you commanded it harshly, observing as it immediately obeyed.

You pushed the bewildered captain onto the bed and straddled him once again.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean, you and Reed, uh, I don't want to intrude ”

You seemed to have completely startled to usually so confident captain and you couldn't help but find him even more endearing in this vulnerable state. You leaned your face closer to his until the tip of your nose grazed his.

“Less talking, more kissing”, you pecked his lips, “Captain Allen”

"You might regret this", he whispered, his hands caressing your face as he held it firmly to admire your beauty.

"I already have many regrets, so adding this won't make much of a difference at this point", you chuckled, "and it's up to you if I need to regret this later on or not."

Allen leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss as his tongue explored the depths of your mouth. He groaned at the sound of your soft moans, feeling the bulge in his pants grow. His fingers traced along your body, tearing open your blouse and gently squeezing your breasts. Breathless, you broke the kiss, admiring his radiant face. With his striking features and captivating emerald eyes, which held the power to consume you entirely.

"Tell me, what does my girlfriend desire?", his tantalisingly husky voice wrapped around your mind.

"She desires", you slowly unbuttoned his fly and lowered his pants and briefs, "you to be deep inside her."

The way you moved and spoke sent chills through his spine. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew there was something special about you. Your beauty was just one of the many qualities that captivated him; your wit and charm were equally enticing. Despite his attempts to resist, he couldn't deny that he was falling in love with you. But until tonight, you were with the detective, and even if you were to reconcile with that douche, he had you now and he would be foolish to let this opportunity slip away. He swallowed back a groan as he moved your panties aside and felt your wet cunt. It seemed you desired him as much as he desired you at this very moment. His hands dug into your hips and pressed you on his erection, grinding your wet swollen sex up and down it. You felt his cock twitching underneath and the heat rising to your cheeks. You needed him inside you, now, the was no way this could be delayed any longer, you wanted the captain to fuck you here and now, screw your brains out that you were unable to even waste any more thoughts on that douche detective. David threw you off him, on your back and positioned himself above you, pulling on of your legs up and nudged his tip at your entrance.

"Don't keep me waiting, Dave", you moaned with a mix of desire and impatience.

"As you command agent", he grinned and pushed inside.

The bed gave a suffering groan as he thrust his cock inside you. Your walls clenched at the exquisite feeling and he moaned your name repeatedly.

"Tell me, Dave", you asked as you bucked your hips to get him deeper, "how long did you long to do this?", you moved your hips back again, blocking him from entering you again with your free leg.

Allen hungrily pushed your leg away and gave you a fierce thrust.

"Since the first moment I saw your beautiful face", a gentle smile spread across his features, melting your heart instantly.

Your breaths grew more ragged as he increased the speed and depth of his movements, becoming more desperate as both of you approached your climax. You writhed against him, unable to suppress the pleasurable moans that escaped your lips. He reached around to grip your hips, lifting you slightly to ensure his cock hit the perfect spot with each thrust.

"I'm close, I want to cum together with you"

His seductive voice drew you closer to the brink of ecstasy, causing your fingers to tighten around his firm butt, pulling him deeper with each passionate thrust until you finally came, sending your mind and vision into a hazy maze of almost unbearable pleasure and happiness. Allen groaned, overcome by the tightness surrounding his cock, pumping his seed into as he came, moaning your name. He collapsed onto your body, relieved and content, burying his face in the crook of your neck, showering you with tender kisses. Your heart was beating rapidly, almost tearing your chest apart. You haven't felt this good for a long time, not even after you and Reed managed to get that weird relationship somewhat working. Reed....you expected a lot as you knew him for quite some time and yet nothing could have prepared you for the heart-wrenching scene you witnessed earlier. Despite your love for him and your willingness to forgive, your mind struggled to rationalise his decision to get reeling drunk, fucking an android at the very same club where you were supposed to meet for a crucial assignment, instead of finishing his reports and spending his time with you, the woman he was supposed to love. What on earth did he think planning this through, considering the possibility that he actually did think or plan anything.

Chapter 10

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #detective reed #detective reed dbh #captain allen #captain allen dbh #captain allen detroit become human #captain allen x reader #captain allen x you #gavin reed x female reader #gavin reed x reader #richard perkins detroit become human #perkins detroit become human #perkins dbh #agent perkins #agent perkins x reader #perkins x reader #gavin reed x you #eden club #floyd mills #HR400

[m-jelly]

Hiie! It's #SoulAnon here! I loved what you did with ny last request and I saw a lot of people getting excited with soulmates AUs and other people also making asks with soulmates so I thought, why not?

Sorry it took me so long to ask, I sort of lost my creativity these last days. But here it goes... Hope you like it 💕

So, basically in your left arm you have "tattooed" the first words your soulmate will say to you. And on your right arm, you have the last words you'll hear from them.

So what I was thinking was like maybe a Canon world where reader joins the scouts and she meets Levi, realizing that he's her soulmate, but he doesn't maybe bc the words are very common for him like "Captain?" Or smth... But he realizes when he hears her last words to him, maybe in a mission?

And I read that you don't like sad endings so reader doesn't die, she just loses her ability to hear.

Also feel free to change whatever you want, I'm just the idea anon 😊

HIIIII SOUL ANON! Yes <3 I love this one and I'm happy to do it!

@kenkopanda-art wonderful banner <3

Last words.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, soulmate AU, love, fluff, falling in love, angst, cute, happy ending.

Concept: You transfer from the garrison regiment to scouts due to your ideas and work. You go over with a few others and meet Levi, who you find out is your soulmate. You don't tell Levi because you don't think it'd work between you and him due to who he is. One day before a fight, you get hurt and lose your hearing meaning Levi's last words to you are on your arm and yours are on Levi's. Levi hunts you down and finds you. He saves your life and nurses you back to health.

You hurried along to the first meeting. You were a little late, mainly because you were gathering a report for Erwin. You smiled at the commander and handed your papers over. "Sorry I'm late."

Erwin raised his brow as he took the report from you. "That's a lot."

You grinned. "It's very in-depth and I have coded it too."

"Thank you."

You pointed over to Levi. "I better go meet the Captain."

Erwin smiled. "You are a value to the scouts. Thank you for this."

You saluted before running over to Levi. "Captain!"

Levi looked over at you and blushed a little. "Messy brat."

You blushed and laughed. You fixed your hair a bit and clothes. "Sorry, I was in a rush."

He hummed. "You're the one who does the fancy reports, right?"

You nodded. "That's me."

"Welcome aboard. Try not to be a hero, okay?"

You saluted him. "Got it! I won't let myself down."

He frowned a little at your words, then watched you run off. He walked over to Erwin flicking through your report. "That was weird."

Erwin lifted his head. "What was?"

"She said I won't let myself down. Most people tell me they won't let me down. It's strange."

Erwin smiled. "She's not like the others. It's why I picked her up. She's got excellent observation skills."

Levi hummed. "Seems it."

"You should go retire for the day."

Levi sighed. "Sure, night." He wandered to his room and took off his things for the night. He paused when he saw on his left arm the word Captain. "Huh...I guess one of the new lot is my soulmate."

You undressed and saw on your left arm messy brat. You blushed when you realised that Levi was your soulmate, but then you came to realise that he was this amazing hero and you were nothing compared to him. You knew you couldn't stand at his side like most soulmates did, so you decided to hide Levi's words to you.

You dedicated yourself to your job. You gave everything you could to the scouts and researched anything Erwin asked for you to do. You tried to avoid Levi, but you kept bumping into him a lot. You two were just pulled together due to being soulmates. You even made Levi smile and laugh.

You'd sit in random places to avoid Levi, but he'd always find you and join you for a while. You sat on the edge of the roof and looked over at the scouts who were training. You sighed and noticed Levi walking around clearly looking. You blushed when he looked up at you for a moment and hurried inside.

You groaned a bit. "Damn it, I might have to run for it." You got up and hurried towards the exit. You were just about to rush out, but you bumped into Levi. "Ah!"

Levi stared at you. "Brat."

You smiled at him. "Captain."

He hummed. "Tch, Levi."

You cleared your throat. "Levi, right. I keep forgetting."

"Where are you going?"

You pointed. "Back inside. I've been up here long enough."

"Tea then?"

You nibbled your lip. "I uh...sure."

He walked with you downstairs to his office. "You know, you are a squad leader. You don't have to be so afraid of me. I see us as equal."

You sat down in his office. "I'm not like you, but I appreciate the thought."

He handed you a tea before sitting next to you and placing his arm around the back of the seat behind you. "Something on your mind?"

You pressed your left arm to your stomach. "No, everything is fine."

"I don't believe you, but I won't press you. You should talk when you want to."

You sipped your tea. "I have my soulmate's first words on my arm, but I don't think I deserve to be with him."

Levi hummed in thought. "Do you like him?"

You blushed a little. "Who wouldn't?" You laughed nervously. "That's the issue, he's popular and a lot of people like him. He has a lot of responsibilities as well. I'd just be getting in the way."

"You don't know what."

You smiled and downed the last of your tea. "I do." You stood up and smiled at Levi. "I best be off."

Levi stood up. "So soon?"

You turned to Levi. "Thank you for always being nice to me. We have an expedition soon, right? We're going to use those thunder spears. I hope it'll help us take back Shinigami when we get there."

"In time."

You waved to Levi. "Have a good night."

Levi let out a long sigh as you left. He got his things ready for the expedition tomorrow to test out the spears on the titans. He went to the meeting spot, rode his horse with the others and kept his eye on you. He wanted to say something to you, but you kept your distance.

Levi gritted his teeth and raced over to you before you had to go after a group of titans. "Oi?"

You paused a moment. "Levi?"

He flew over and landed on the roof and jogged over. "Be safe out there, okay?"

You smiled a little at him. "Of course, Levi."

"I mean it, be safe."

You hummed a laugh. "I'll be okay because I have you watching over me."

Levi smiled a little. "I'll always be here for you."

You waved to him and flew off. You weaved with the others and felt something on the skin of your right arm. You looked down to see Levi's words I'll always be here for you. You welled up knowing that this was the end and you never got the chance to tell Levi how you felt.

Levi frowned when he felt something on his arm. He shifted his jacket off and looked at his right arm to see I'll be okay because I have you watching over me. Levi glanced up and screamed your name. He ran and used his gear to fly across the buildings. He twisted in the roaring wind to see a titan bite down on someone carrying spears. He watched your body fly away from the explosion.

Levi screamed for you again as he flew closer. He caught you in mid-flight before a titan could grab you. He waved and moved until he was in the safe zone. He lay you down on the floor and checked your pulse to see you were alive. He let out a long sigh but noticed your ears were bleeding.

He held you close and carried you to his horse. He rushed back to the base and hurried you to the scout doctor. He lay you down on the bed and backed off as they started treating you. He sat down and watched the doctors work on you. He wished he could do something to help.

He looked up at the doctor as he got closer. "So?"

The doctor sighed. "It's highly likely she won't hear ever again."

"Right."

"She'll have to leave the scouts and need help to adjust to her new life."

Levi nodded and fought tears. "I'll take care of her."

As the hours went by, you finally woke up but heard nothing. You didn't hear ringing, or shouting, or screams, or birds singing. You sat up slowly and didn't hear your movement, but only felt it. You looked over at Levi and jumped at him getting close. You watched his lips moving, but you heard nothing.

Levi frowned a little when he saw you welling up. He cupped your face and smiled at you. He let go and showed you his arm. He smiled when you gasped and touched the words. He leaned closer and kissed you making you flinch a little. He pulled back and searched your eyes. You both smiled, then he kissed you again.

He pulled back and laughed a little. He held up his finger. "I'll be right back, okay?"

You watched his lips and figured out what he said. You nodded in reply and gripped the bedsheet. You waited for Levi to come back and smiled when he appeared again with two notebooks and two pens. You smiled when you accepted one from him.

You opened the book to see 'I love you and I want to be with you'

You looked up at Levi to see he was blushing. You nodded and wrote back. 'I love you too. I want to be with you, not because you're my soulmate but because I really do love you. I've fallen for you over the years. Are you sure you can still be with me and love me like this?'

Levi nodded and wrote. 'I will love you forever and always. I never knew you were my soulmate, so I fell in love with the woman before me. I want to be with you and I want to help you. We'll find a way.'

You nodded and held Levi's hand. You smiled when he lifted it up and kissed it sweetly.

Levi showed you his notebook as he wrote. 'You'll have to leave the scouts, but that's okay. I will look after you. I'll get you a home and we'll live in it together. We'll a family. What do you say?'

You threw yourself at Levi and hugged him tightly. You pulled back and nodded excitedly as you cried a little. You were both going to get something you dreamed of. You were both happy that the last words between the two of you were rather sweet to have on your arms.

#happy ending #levi ackerman #aot levi #captain levi #levi #levi heichou #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #shingeki no kyoujin levi #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction #fanfic #jelly fanfics

[hannaswritingblog]

meet me at the crossroads 2: a christmas miracle [a short story] 🎄

Part 2 of this story | read part 3 here

Disclaimer: the events depicted in this story are fictional and the places, as well as some mentioned people, are meant to be vague, but the girls who have inspired the main characters are very much real and I guarantee they had a lot of fun together when they met in similar circumstances.

Tags: original fiction, real person fiction, no reader insert, self insert, friend insert, political au [inside joke]

Word count: 1.1k

This story is a collaboration with @winterxisxcomingx, since our conversations (and a meeting :D) are again the inspiration for the story. Merry Christmas, sis bestie! 💜 I hope all of you reading this are going to have a good holiday/end of the year, whether you celebrate Christmas or not.

A few weeks have passed since Hanna and Winter met Krzysztof (and each other) for the first time. December came and cold weather started to settle in, but the girls’ relationship is warmer than ever. Sharing the memories of the visit in the capital city is something that, as they expected, brought them even closer together, despite the distance that separates them on the daily.

But as it is with many other things, one meeting just isn’t enough for the girls. Plans to meet again appear in their chat soon after they come back home.

‘I’m already missing you, you know,’ Hanna messages her friend then.

‘I feel the same. We’ve barely parted our ways at the train station and I started to miss you.’

‘How about we meet again soon?’

‘Soon? Do you have a date in mind?’

‘To be honest, I was thinking about Christmas. I'm not saying you should run away from home during this time, but if you want to visit anyway, I have a spare bed.’

‘I’d love that, actually. So, when and where could you pick me up?’

The girls agree to meet at the train station in the city where Hanna studies. Winter also decides to take Hanna’s offer and sleep at her apartment, in the spare bed she has there.

Although they’re happy about the idea of seeing each other in itself, there’s one thing that can make their meeting fuller, and it’s meeting one more person on their way.

‘Do you think we should invite Krzysztof?’ Winter asks a few days before the meeting. ‘Maybe it’s weird, but I miss him too.’

‘It’s not weird, I miss him as well. I think I can write to him.’

‘You don’t have his address though.’

‘True, but I can find the address of his workplace. Whoever receives the letter at first, they should be able to pass it to him.’

After some brainstorming together, the girls come up with a letter that goes as follows:

Dear Krzysztof, It was a pleasure to meet you in November. We have decided we want to see you again, but this time it’s us who will have a mission for you. Please meet us in the city where Hanna’s university is. We couldn’t find a distinct crossroads that would be suitable for our meeting, but we may meet in the Christmas market in the city centre. We meet during Christmas, so be there on December 25th around noon. Sincerely, Hanna and Winter.

Having written to Krzysztof, they become a little bit anxious about the meeting. It doesn’t change the fact that once they see each other, the girls instantly grow happy and start laughing as they hug each other.

‘It’s so weird to see you again, my legs are shaking!’ Hanna exclaims as the first thing.

‘Oh, don’t worry so much,’ Winter says to comfort her. ‘You know me, it’s going to be fine. Now, let’s go! We have someone else to meet.’

They start walking together towards the Christmas market, keeping up the conversation.

‘Do you think he’s really going to be there?’ Winter asks. ‘He hasn’t responded to your letter after all.’

‘We didn’t respond to his letter either and we showed up anyway. I think it’s going to be the same case,’ Hanna responds.

‘Maybe. But I still feel like it’s going to be a miracle if he really shows up.’

They soon realise Hanna is right and Winter gets her Christmas miracle; when they reach the market, they almost immediately notice the man they met a month ago. They’re both sure he smiled at their sight, but once they’re closer, he scolds them:

‘You could’ve chosen a better time for a meeting. Christmas? Really?’

‘What’s so bad about it?’ Hanna asks. ‘There’s always a good time to meet a friend.’

‘If you say so. But I know you also have a more specific reason to see me, and I still owe you for getting my package. What do you want me to do?’

The girls exchange looks. They talked about what they could want from Krzysztof before, but now it suddenly starts to seem weird. Eventually Winter is brave enough to say:

‘We want you to buy us coffee.’

‘Coffee?’ he makes sure, surprised. ‘Is that all?’

‘Yeah, that's all,’ Hanna confirms. ‘We decided you don’t have to help us with our studies, we’ll manage that. But coffee is expensive nowadays and we are just poor students who need a little bit of caffeine, so it would be nice if you got us some.’

Krzysztof lets out a resigned sigh and says:

‘Okay. If you’re really sure, I can buy you coffee.’

The three of them approach a coffee station and the man orders three cups. As they all expected, it’s not cheap, but he pays with no hesitation.

Not having anything better to do, they decide to stay at the Christmas market, just walk around and talk. It takes a while for them to warm up to each other, but soon the conversation actually starts flowing. The trio even starts laughing together at the jokes they tell each other, likely understandable only to them. They hardly even notice when noon becomes late afternoon and Krzysztof has to head back to his city.

‘I’m sorry, but I can’t afford being here for more than a few hours,’ he explains at the train station. ‘I liked our meeting though. I’m glad you invited me.’

‘Even though you had to pay for our expensive coffee?’ Winter asks.

‘Yes, even though I had to pay. And listen… if there’s any way I can help you with your studies, I’m still willing to. Not as a favour to be returned… just because I like you.’

The girls smile at each other and then at him. Hanna decides to answer for them both:

‘Thanks, that’s very kind of you. We’ll let you know if we need something.’

‘Or once we plan another meeting,’ Winter adds.

He returns a smile and boards his train while the girls decide to head to Hanna’s home. It’s been a nice day, but surely tiring, especially for Winter, who had to come a long way to see her friend. Even if they end up staying late, celebrating Christmas and talking about the Christmas miracle that was meeting Krzysztof again, it seems reasonable to be at the warm apartment where they are able to go to bed any minute.

And that’s what they do. They stay up late, each under her own blanket, with a cup of warm cocoa in hand, trying to watch a Christmas movie, but mostly just talking about Krzysztof, their studies and their secrets that only the friends get to know.

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[ailendolin]

≈: Pat from bbc ghosts

Here's your prompt fill, anon! I admit I was at a bit of a loss at first and didn't know what to write for it but I hope you enjoy your ficlet anyway!

Next up: ✈ - reaching out for someone: Alison & Kitty Original prompt: Fanny finds out Thomas never had a crush on her ¿ - thermometer: Baby Irk is sick & Vextan lose their minds a little ‡ - bath: Mike

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Help

Pat had always believed in medicine. First Aid was one of the first things he’d taught his scouts each year and one lesson he’d never tired of repeating. He’d wanted his scouts to be prepared for every eventuality and most importantly, to be able help themselves and each other should they ever get in trouble when no adults were around.

That he himself would one day be one of those eventualities he kept preparing them for was something he had not anticipated. He didn’t remember much about the immediate moments before and after his death but afterwards the others had told him that a few of the kids had run to the house to get help. It had obviously been too late for him by then but Pat was still proud of them for it.

In the many years after his death, he had come to realise that First Aid and modern medicine weren’t always the be-all, end-all solution to easing someone’s pain as he’d always believed. Sometimes, a simple story or reminder of the past dried tears just as quickly as a Band-Aid used to; and a gentle pat on the arm or shoulder could be just enough to make someone smile again. 

His fellow ghosts were a weird group of people – Pat would be the first one to admit that. But in the time he’d known them he’d figured out which approach eased everyone’s pain the quickest . The Captain was the easiest in that regard: he just needed a purpose, a mission, something that kept his mind occupied. Humphrey, on the other hand, was always glad for company: a kind word here, a relocation there and the tension would drain from his face and eventually give way to contentment. Fanny often needed someone to vent to and even though Pat barely understood half of what she said when she was angry he happily smiled and nodded at the appropriate pauses to show his support.

Mary responded best to physical touch. Whenever her mind was stuck in the past, a physical reminder of where she was always managed to bring her back to the present. Combined with a little distraction, it never took long until she was smiling again – maybe not quite as brightly as she had before but still genuinely. Most of the time, Kitty needed a distraction when she was upset as well but Pat had learned to let her choose what sort of distraction she wanted: sometimes it was dancing, sometimes it was singing and sometimes it was a combination of both.

Robin and Julian were a little trickier. It had taken Pat a while to figure out that the best way to help either of them was to just go and get the other to talk to them. He didn’t really understand why it was so hard for them to open up to anyone else but he was glad they had each other, at least.

And then there was Thomas who, above all, craved attention and just wanted someone to listen. The first time Pat had decided to be that person for him he’d been genuinely surprised by the lack of sighs and poetic eloquence when Thomas poured his heart out to him. He had sounded very much detached as he spoke, almost as if he was talking about someone else or a mundane topic such as the weather. Now, after years of knowing him, Pat knew that this was just how Thomas was: loud when his words didn’t matter and quiet when they did.

As for himself? Seeing his fellow ghosts happy and actually working together never failed to make him feel better. They might moan and groan about some of his Clubs but he knew they desperately needed those group activities. His Clubs brought them closer together, had turned strangers into a family and in the end, that was all each of them truly needed: a family.

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[cazimagines]

Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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[starks-hero]

Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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GOJO SATORU || SWEET TASTE OF CHOCOLATE

| featuring : gojo satoru ft. itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 2243

| published : 19 december

| request : hiii! i love your works sm 🥺 may i request for gojo x reader (can be headcannon or oneshot, your choice!) where reader is also a jujutsu sorcerer and teaching in kyoto? they act like they hate each other's guts but deep down they really like each other 😂 then when reader visits the school in tokyo gojo and reader were already arguing and teasing each other, the students can't help but think they're together but nAh then they help gojo confess to reader? feel free to ignore if u can't write this,thank youuu! ❤️

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ my day today hasn’t really been the most active at all to be completely honest with you, that lovely time of the month has arrived and i couldn’t help myself but sleep through the pain  ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Gojo sensei, why don’t you just confess to L/N-sensei already?” Itadori curiously asked, causing the white-haired teacher to lift up his blindfold to look up at his first-year students, who were all standing around him on his chair, with a somewhat confused expression.

“Yuji-kun, what are you talking about? Confess? Ha?” Gojo asked in confusion, wondering why his student was asking such a weird question as well as wondering how Itadori knew about his feelings towards you.

“Sensei, it’s so obvious that you like L/N-sensei! There is no denying that fact,” Kugisaki shouted in frustration, annoyed at the fact how her teacher was so ignorant to the fact that it was clear as day that his infatuation towards you was just painful evident.

“Ah~ you guys caught me~” Gojo teasingly admitted with his hands stuffed into his pocket, before smiling up at the three students that were staring at him with dumbfounded faces.

“WAIT SO YOU KNEW YOU HAD FEELINGS?” Both Itadori and Kugisaki yelled in anger, causing Fushiguro to give both them as well as his teacher a glare of annoyance due to their loudness.

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“Fushiguro, who is that?” Kugisaki quietly asked as she pointed towards someone that was walking towards the first-years and Gojo with Principle Yaga right beside them, discussing something that seemed extremely important between both the adults.

“That’s L/N-sensei, she teaches at the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College but from time to time, she does come over to this school to teach us as well,” Fushiguro explained, as he watches you finally stop right in front of them with a small smile on your face.

“So, these are the two new first-years you were talking about,” you commented to Principal Yaga before introducing yourself towards the three. “My name is L/N Y/N, and you all will be seeing me here from time to time since I’ll be helping you all, but you already know me Megumi,” you stated before gently patting the young boy’s head, causing Fushiguro to smile kindly at you.

“Ah~ isn’t it little Y/N? Have you gotten shorter over the past few months that I haven’t seen you?” Gojo then asked in a playful tone as he placed his giant hand on the top of your head, causing a sudden wave of irritation to hit you once you heard the shaman’s voice. “Well, well, well isn’t it dumbass Satoru? Are you still salty at the fact that I beat you in our last match?” you asked mischievous tone as you then violently pinched his right cheek before pulling it as much as you could.

“Are they dating?” Itadori then asked his friend, only to receive a simple ‘no’ as a response from Fushiguro, causing all three of them to continue watching the mess that was unfolding right in front of them.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch,” Gojo painfully panicked, before you suddenly let go of his face leaving an extremely bright ruby red mark on his face where your fingers were. “That hurts Y/N, who is going to even date you with your abusive antics?” Gojo mocked, causing you to instantly reply with “definitely not you, idiot Satoru,” you quickly answered back leading to the powerful shaman to express a blank expression his face before instantly replacing it with a cheeky smile to cover up what he was feeling - yet, even with that split second change, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all notice this and began to wonder the same thing.

‘Does Gojo-sensei like L/N-sensei?’

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“You should really confess to her,” Kugisaki suggested to her teacher, causing both Fushiguro and Itadori to nod in agreement - most likely to not be a victim to her wrath if they had disagreed with the female student.

“Maybe you should give her flowers? Or maybe some chocolate since L/N-sensei really like sweets,” Fushiguro commented, causing everyone to look at him with confused expressions on their faces.

“How did you know L/N-sensei loves sweets?” Itadori asked in a perplexed expression, as he wondered by Fushiguro would know such a random fact about you, causing his classmate to sign in frustration before explaining with, “when I was younger, she would always have a few small snacks in her pockets and would offer me some when I was upset or after picking me up from school,”.

“Awww that is so cute Fushiguro, L/N-sensei was basically your other parent,” Kugisaki commented with her hands hold her cheeks while squealing as she imagined the little image of you crouching down and giving a mini Fushiguro a chocolate chip cookie.

“Sensei, listen to Fushiguro and get a box of chocolates! The expensive kind as well because good food is anyone’s best friend,” Kugisaki ranted, as she was getting excited to set this couple up like she was cupid with the arrow - well...more like the nails and hammer.

“Or just get L/N-sensei’s favourite, which is…” Itadori added into the conversation before turning to his shikigami user friend, waiting for him to complete his sentence. Fushiguro turned to look at Itadori before quickly answering, “Meiji Milk Chocolate,”

“That’s quite a cheap chocolate,” Itadori then commented before Kugisaki quickly commanded, “it doesn't matter! Gojo-sensei, you need to go and buy that chocolate as soon as possible since L/N-sensei is coming to teach us today, so better hurry it up!” leading to the special grade shaman to sigh loudly as he quickly standing up from his seat to on his own two feet before making his way out of the room, quickly waving his arm out to all three of his students as a simple ‘see you later’

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After an extremely quick run to the closest convenience store, there was no surprised that Mr Gojo “I like eating sweets as well” Satoru came back with a small white bag with the store logo filled with masses of different types of sweets and chocolates nearly overflowing to the top, making any sweet-tooth child that saw this exceedingly jealous at the adult.

Walking around the grounds of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Gojo was in search of both you and his three students, wondering where all four of you could have gone since he was very certain that there were no missions needed to be completed by anyone from what he was informed. 

However, there was a sudden sound of laughter coming from his left side causing the shaman to quickly turn in that direction and from the sounds of it, it was definitely Kugisaki laughing her ass off at something right now at this current moment in time. Turning his feet, Gojo steadily made his way towards the direction of the sound, hoping that he would find you and the rest there on wherever his feet would guide him.

After finding his way, Gojo had unexpectedly come to the amusing sight of both Fushiguro and Kugisaki - who was still laughing her ass off - sitting on the stairs that were leading to the track field of the school, with you casually standing with your hand in your pocket as Itadori was face planted on the ground from what he assumed was from your beating in your react combat training match.

“I can’t lie Yuji, you’re definitely stronger than I had imagined, if you are able to somehow combine both your physical strength with your curse energy equally, you would be able to beat Todo in no time,” you commented, as you stretched your arms to realise some of the tension that had gained from the little practice match you had with the salmon-haired student.

“Are you sure about that sensei?” Itadori excitedly asked as he quickly lifted his head up from the ground, causing you to gently smile at the young boy before nodding at his question. Leisurely, you turned your head towards the other students to ask whose turn it was until you suddenly saw an exceptionally tall figure standing behind the seated Fushiguro and Kugisaki.

“I guess class has to be dismissed for you,” you quietly mentioned to all the three students causing them to then look at the direction you were glancing at, only to find their playful teacher waving at them with a bright smile on his face.

“Yo~ it seemed like all of you had taken a beating, especially you Yuji,” Gojo stated, causing the Itadori to look away with a tired expression before steadily getting up from the ground. “Also, you all can head back into your dorms to freshen up from your training session since I need to have a chat with L/N-sensei. Class dismissed,” Gojo suddenly announced, leading all the first-years to look confused before seemingly realising what their teacher was going to do once they caught the slight of the small white bag that was in his hands.

Quickly making their way up the stairs, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all gave you a wave ‘goodbye’ before making their way back to their rooms, making you and Gojo the only people that were in the area right now.

“What is it that you want, idiot?” you asked, before making your way towards him with a tired expression painted on your face before positioning yourself on the stairs where Kugisaki was previously seated, leading to the white-haired shaman to take a seat next to you - where Fushiguro was previously. 

Suddenly, you unexpectedly heard a loud sound of something ruffling causing you to turn your head, only to now discover the small white back that your Tokyo rival was carrying to then also quickly detect that it was filled with chocolates and sweets leading to a cute little shine in your eyes to which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man.

“You looking at something sweetie~?” Gojo teasingly asked, causing you to look up at him before quickly turning your head away to the opposite direction, embarrassed that he had caught you peeking at his little snack bag. Although, a few seconds later, you suddenly saw two rectangular boxes that were in both brown and white colour appear in front of your face leaving you in a confused state before hearing “I thought you would want something sweet after teaching my students, like a thank you gift I suppose,”

Hesitantly, you grabbed the two packages before slowly turning back your head to look at your jujutsu sorcerer colleague to see what he was resting his chin on the palm of his hand, somewhat covering the lower half that wasn’t covered but no enough for you to not see the pink hues that were slowly appearing on his face.

Deciding to not ruin the moment, you peered down at the chocolate that Gojo had given you to only suddenly find that he had brought your favourite kind, Meiji Chocolate but he had also added the white chocolate version for you to which put a gentle smile upon your face.

“Oh~ are you liking my gifts?” Gojo playfully asked you as he peered upon your face causing you to look at him with an irritated look. “Way to ruin the moment, you fool,” you then stated before carefully opening the box as you then slid out the foiled covered chocolate before processing to remove the shiny wrapping, only to be presented with the smoothest looking bar of chocolate you have ever laid eyes on. 

Admiring the sweet treat for a few seconds, you began to break the top row of cubes because handing it towards the shaman that was still looking at you. “Here and thank you for the chocolate, I really appreciate it,” you quietly said to Gojo, leading to the shaman to look at you with a shocked face - since you rarely thanked him for simple things like this - before using taking a bite of the chocolate that was still in your hands causing you to blush extremely from his actions. 

“HEY! At least take the chocolate from my hands and not eat it while I’m holding it, you snow idiot!” you shouted at him before feeling something being gently pressed upon your lips while a hint of sweet milk chocolate could be tasted.

Instantly dropping the chocolate bar on your lap, you slowly raised your hands and gently placed them upon Gojo’s cheeks, keeping him still as you wanted to savour this moment a little longer with him. Just a little longer. 

The taste of chocolate was sweetly addictive and there was nothing that could make you want to pull away. You were just plainly addicted. 

Slowly, you moved one of your hands to place it behind his head while placing the other arm over his shoulder. You just needed him close to you. You were willing to let him take your last breath if that meant you get to taste the sweetness that was being shared between the both of you right now.

Unwillingly, you felt yourself and him begin to pull away due to the lack of air, leaving both you and Gojo with heavy breaths. However, before Gojo could ever get a word in between the silence that was surrounding the both of you, he suddenly felt you pull his head back towards you only to feel your lips upon his in a desperate state, letting him off with no choice but to enjoy the feeling on unconditional love that was evolving between both you and him.

As well as the sweet taste of chocolate.

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[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

fly on the wall

Pairings - Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count - 1631

Warnings - fingering, voyeurism

A/N - my longest thing yet, Thankyou to @buckyownsmylife for proof reading it and hyping me up all the time.

When Bucky first joined the team he was quiet and kept to himself mostly, you understood, he’d been through a lot and needed time to readjust. Over time he’d relaxed around you and started joining movie nights with you and Steve.

You got together every Friday night, if there was no mission, sitting between the two soldiers on the bed with your snacks laid out in front of you. Nights always ended the same with you falling asleep before the end of the movie, usually onto Steve’s shoulder your quiet snores making the friends smile at you “I should probably put her to bed before she hurts her neck” Steve whispers to Bucky before picking you up and laying you under the blankets, kissing your forehead and tucking you in, smiling when you snuggle into his pillow.

He follows Bucky out to the kitchen and gets them both a beer sitting on the sofa, “you’re so lucky you know” Bucky says making Steve look at him and raise his eyebrow “yeah? What makes you say that?” Steve wasn’t blind, he saw how Bucky would always try to sit next to you at dinner, always lost his concentration in training when you walked in the gym and blushed when you hugged him after long missions “what you have with her, it’s special”. What Bucky didn’t realise was that you felt the same and Steve knew, he saw how your face lit up when Bucky came in the room, you always saved him dessert when he couldn’t face a team dinner and even stole one of his henleys to wear round your apartment when you were relaxing.

He thought it was cute and liked how close you two had gotten, Bucky definitely needed friends other than him and Nat so he just let you two keep your crushes a secret.

Later that week Steve had to go on a solo mission for a few days and asked Bucky to keep your movie night date, he knew how lonely you sometimes got when he was gone so he liked the idea that you’d have a little bit of normal.

Friday night and you sit on the bed ready to watch the last few episodes of Bridgerton when you hear a knock, confused you get up finding Bucky on the other side of the door smiling and holding up pizza from your favourite place “hey doll, can’t miss our movie night can we?” he says, walking past you straight into the bedroom to set up.

You follow him confused pulling down the red Henley that used to be his while he subtlety looks you up and down with a big smile on his face “hey I wondered where that went, looks way better on you than it did on me” he pulls on the shoulder adjusting it and you try your best not to blush as you feel a warmth bloom inside at the compliment.

You definitely shouldn’t be feeling like this around anyone but Steve and the guilt eats away at you but you sit down with him watching the movie and eating pizza, making conversation. It doesn’t take long before you fall asleep as usual, this time leaning on Bucky's shoulder and holding him tightly.

Steve was excited to get home early and see his girl, running off the quinjet and straight to the apartment. Seeing Bucky's shoes by the door is unexpected, the lights are off and everything is quiet. He quietly walks to the bedroom seeing the two of you cuddling and asleep, there’s a weird feeling bubbling up inside him and he doesn’t think it’s jealousy.

Taking a quick shower and changing into some sweatpants he stands over you both again and just watches for a moment as you smile and grip Bucky tightly, moaning something under your breath. Without thinking it through he’s climbed on the bed and grabbed you waiting for you to wake up properly so he can find out if anything happened.

You’re having the best sleep in days, it’s so hard to relax when Steve is on missions your mind does so many backflips thinking of all the things that could go wrong and stop him coming back to you. You dream about the last time you went on a picnic in Central Park and Steve ended up carrying you home after you tripped on a tree root and twisted your ankle.

“Steve!” You throw yourself at him hugging him tightly but something seems off “is everything alright?”. He looks over your shoulder at his best friend and you follow his gaze, your stomach drops and you grab him “we just slept I promise nothing happened” panicking hoping he believed you “I know baby” he said before nudging his friend and looking between the two of you.

“Steve hey, when did you get back?” He says, still waking up, looking at the panic in your face he shoots up “what’s happened?” he looks around the room before looking back between the two of you confused “you guys looked very cosy when I got back” the colour draining from Bucky's face “she fell asleep that’s it, you know she always does when we have movie nights''.

You study Steve’s face hoping he believes you both, but he’s quiet and exhales loudly narrowing his eyes at you both “I know you both like each other, neither of you hide it very well”.

Looking at your hands in your lap you feel guilty that he knew about your crush you’re about to talk to them both but before you can he grabs your chin between his fingers and lifts your face seeing tears in your eyes “hey it’s ok, I’m not mad, why don’t we have a little bit of fun?” He studies your face briefly before leaning in and kissing you pulling you closer until you’re sitting in his lap.

His tongue starts to massage yours, you moan into his mouth getting more excited when you quickly remember you aren’t alone. Pulling back you look at Bucky who’s trying not to stare but failing miserably “I should probably go” he says but Steve grabs his shoulder “no you should stay” before turning back to you and kissing his way down your neck.

“Steve what are you doing?” pushing him back you look him in the eyes and see how much he wants this “cmon baby let’s just show him how good you are for me” you smile and bite your lip before nodding and looking at Bucky for a moment. You take the Henley off and bare your breasts for both men to see, feeling a tingle when you hear the noises they both make while staring at you.

Bucky sits glued to the spot not able to look away, you are the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he can’t believe he gets to look at you like this. Steve watches the two of you briefly before pulling you towards him, your back hitting his solid chest he grabs at you pinching and pulling your nipples, your back arches and your moans get louder. He moves your head making you look at his friend “keep your eyes on him baby let him see how well I wreck you” you nod and moan as his hand moves down ripping your underwear off and slapping your pussy making you moan loudly “you’re so fucking wet for us, such a good girl”.

Bucky readjusts himself, his trousers getting tighter as you moan, you look so utterly wrecked already and he loves it, he could never imagine ever getting to see you like this. “Look at him baby he can’t look away, I bet he’s thought about this a lot” Steve looks at Bucky and smirks at the little nod his friend does while he stares between your legs amazed at how wet you are for them.

Wrapping his hand around your throat he grips tightly to keep you in place before very slowly circling around your throbbing clit teasing you making you whine “what’s the problem baby? Is it not enough?” You grind your hips up trying to get him to put more pressure where you need it but he responds by slapping you again “now, now who’s in charge?” You whimper looking at Bucky who’s biting his lip, his trousers tented as he watches you “Steve please I need you” you whine as he laughs in your ear “tell him what a good girl you’re going to be for us” before he bites down on your neck “fuck” you gasp out “I’ll be good, please Steve” you beg.

Steve kisses down your neck gently as you catch your breath and come back to earth “such a good girl for us” he looks up at Bucky and smirks at the wet patch “i think we need to do this again really soon” both you and Bucky nod at the same time. He climbs off the bed picking you up “cmon let’s have a bath” you snuggle into his chest and sigh happily before looking back at Bucky and holding your hand out “you coming?” He smiles and nods before quickly following you both.

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