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ultraviol6nced · 8 months

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LET’S TRY SOMETHING NEW - ETHAN LANDRY 🩵 (sub!ethan)

REQUESTED!

SUMMARY: your boyfriend, ethan landry, finds your strap on after you spend months trying to hide it from him. you’ve been shy about the idea of pegging until now.

warnings: smut, pegging, use of sex toys, palming, sucking

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it was a sunny tuesday, but the continuous honking of cars that echoed through the streets of nyc weren’t really helping with the peace.

your boyfriend, ethan landry, was your sense of peace though. he was a respectful and kind boy who always brought some sort of light to your day no matter how shitty you felt.

he was the only thing you really needed to survive your 4 years of hell. and you were grateful that you both attended the same college which meant that separation anxiety was out of the picture.

he was also a very curious boy who had all sorts of questions. and it was clear that he was some sort of experimentalist.

“y/n?” he called out in a soft spoken voice, his cheeks became flushed while he mustered up the courage to ask a risky question.

“yes, baby?” you answered back in the same sweet tone that he just called your name in. you always went out of your way to help ethan with whatever he needed.

“um..” he held up your strap on that you’ve been trying to hide from him for the past few months. you were always too shy to bring up the idea of pegging.

“oh..” was all that came out of your mouth, your lips forming an ‘O’ at the sight of your strap on being in the hands of your poor, innocent boyfriend who just discovered it in the pits of your messy drawers.

“what’s this?” he asks, his cheeks becoming more flushed from the awkwardness that was quick to fill the room. “well um..” you were having a hard time figuring out how to explain the strap on that was displayed in his hands.

“have you ever heard of pegging?” you asked, hopefully he wasn’t too corrupted to understand such a term. “no.” ethan says shyly, feeling stupid for not knowing. “well. pegging is an anal sex act. where a woman wears a strap on and she penetrates a mans anus.” you began, your cheeks becoming equally as flushed as his.

“oh.” ethan said, his eyes widening at the statement of you possibly penetrating his tight anus. “can— we try..?” he asked, waving the strap on in the air. you forgot that he was a very open boy who was open to new ideas. you didn’t understand why you were so worried about his opinion. he never said no to you in fact.

“yeah. of course.” you closed your laptop, pausing your school work. you walked up to ethan and gave him a small peck on the lips. “get comfortable in bed, i’ll be there in a few.” you gave him one more peck before you were off, changing into a more appropriate outfit for an occasion like this.

ethan made sure to take everything off besides his boxers so that you had something to work with at least. you put on a cute set of lingerie to match your strap on. once you walked into your bedroom, ethan was more than ready. instead of fear displayed on his face, he was more than excited. his eyes lit up and he immediately sat up, his eyes glued onto your lingerie set and that strap on that you had on.

“so cute..” you whispered before crawling onto the bed, placing two strong hands onto his shoulder so that you could keep him in place.

“use me..” he whined softly, his soft minty breath hitting your face which made you get aroused. he was being so submissive right now. and you loved every single bit of it. “will do.” you confidently answered before smashing your hungry lips onto his soft lips.

his large hands travelled up to your waist where he held you comfortably. you both continued to kiss passionately, the thrill of trying something out arousing you both more.

you began to work on his boxers, lightly palming him through the thin cloth that covered his hard arousal. you knew that he was supposed to be inside of you, but instead you were going to be inside of him.

“i want you inside of me already momma..” he whined. you became more aroused by the new nickname. you never knew that he could be that submissive and it was driving you insane. “be patient.” you ordered before ripping his boxers off, his cock springing right up.

you gave him one last look in the eye before trailing a few kisses down his chest. you finally reached his dick and you began to kiss it gently, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing.

you then wrapped your mouth on his tip, feeling the pre-cum coat your whole mouth. you loved the taste, it was different yet delicious.

you then began to suck his dick. sucking noises filled the room along with his soft whimpers and moans while he bucked his hips up every few moments every time he inched closer to his orgasm.

“m-mmmm…!” he whimpered while squirming. he was getting so overstimulated by the feeling of your pretty mouth taking his dick like a champ. “i-i wanna cum..” he whispered while gripping your hair into a ponytail. you felt his hips buck again which shoved his whole 8 inches into your mouth, making you gag slightly.

you then felt one last thrust into your mouth before ropes of warm cum coated the back of your throat. you loved the feelings of being filled to the brim, inside your mouth and inside of your tight pussy.

you swallowed his cum within one go, a soft smirk on your lips then formed. “you ready?” you asked while getting up from the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube. you put a good amount on your hand before glazing your strap on with the slippery substance.

“yes momma.” ethan whimpered softly, recovering from the overstimulation situation that happened a few moments ago.

“get on all fours.” you demanded. you were now the one truly in control. you liked the feeling although it was still quite foreign to you since you were always the one under.

ethan was being a good boy and got on all fours, leaving his tight anus exposed to you. you got behind him and rubbed his entrance with your slippery tip before inserting yourself into him, causing him to let out a gasp.

“it-it hurts..” he whines, tears stinging his eyes from the pain of being stretched out completely. “i know baby..” you answered, giving him some time to adjust to the size before beginning to thrust slowly but gently into him.

at first, his responses were soft cries. he was trying to get used to the feeling after all and you made it easier by giving him some time to adjust to it.

“mmmph..!” he whimpered loudly once you shoved the full length into him. you knew his painful cries turned into cries of pleasure once he tries to suppress his moans.

you continued to thrust at a comfortable rate. you made sure to go easy on him since it was his first time after all and you wanted him to experience little to no pain.

“i’m about to c-cum!” he whimpered out while his anus walls began to squeeze around your strap on. you sped up the pace a bit so that he could reach his orgasm more faster.

“f-fuck.. momma!” he moaned loudly before his body began to shake gently, his legs quivering after experience a life changing orgasm.

you pulled your strap on out, his creaminess coated it along with your lube that still remained on it.

“you did so good baby.” you complimented and gave him a soft kiss before removing the strap on. “thank you, momma”. he whispered back, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 5 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.0k words

Song Inspo: Possibly Maybe - Björk

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- light angst, flufffff, SMUT OBVIOUSLY, smoking one (1) cigarette (sorry about that but its DRAMATIC and therefore NECESSARY), semi-public sex (?), lap dance, dirty talking, Hotch being submissive and breedable tbh, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Lmaooooo sorry that the plot just kinda flew out the window on this one a little bit, I just wanted to write something dirttyyyyyy tee hee hopefully all is good here but lmk if it needs other warnings or anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @cassiemartzz, @hausofwhores, @pedrohoe04, @sebastiansstanswhore, @comfortzonequeen,

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“Looks like lover boy is here,” Josephine noted, wiping down a glass to keep herself busy. “Doesn’t seem like he had a great day.”

You glanced up to see Aaron approaching the bar. It’d been a few days since Gia’s birthday, in which you hadn’t spoken much to him. You were gathering the courage to talk to him about things, but it was taking more time than you anticipated.

And now, it seemed time was up.

“It’s been tense to say the least,” you murmured. “Mind if I take fifteen?”

“Go ahead,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded appreciatively, patting her arm before making your way to Aaron.

“Hi,” you said, smiling meekly. “It’s my smoke break. Wanna join me outside?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Only sometimes. Good excuse to step outside when things get to be … too much, I suppose,” you shrugged. “Plus, it’s a little more private for us to talk, don’t you think?”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, you’re right. Lead the way.”

He stood up and followed as you led him out the back door. The cacophony of music and rowdy patrons faded into the background as the two of you stepped out into the alleway. The night air was cool but bearable, still in the late throes of spring.

You covered the flame as you lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Can I have a drag?” He asked, and you offered it to him.

You watched his profile as he exhaled smoke too, looking off into the middle-distance as he thought.

“I wanted to—” you started to say at the same time he said. “I thought—”

The two of you stopped, staring at each other for a moment.

“Oh, go ahead,” you prompted as he handed the cigarette back to you.

“No, no. You can go,” he insisted.

“Um… well I wanted to say that I’m sorry that things have been kind of weird lately,” you began. “It all came as a bit of a shock, as I’m sure you felt. But uh, I think I owe you some honesty, so I’ll just come clean.”

You took another long drag, bracing yourself to just rip the band aid off.

“Ever heard of the Crimson Lounge?” You said. “I dance there on the weekends. I’m a stripper, that’s my mysterious other job.”

You ashed the cigarette, gathering your thoughts for a second before barreling on.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I guess… it was stupid not to, but I’m sure you understand why I didn’t. But you deserved to know.” You looked up at him, finally meeting his dark eyes. “Especially because it’s not going to change.”

He extended his hand towards you once more to get the cigarette. He ashed it, taking a long drag himself, his gaze not leaving yours.

“What sort of reaction were you expecting from me?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… I guess disappointment? A loss of respect? Or something worse.”

He seemed genuinely surprised at this. He tossed the finished cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, gently taking your chin and tilting your face towards his. “I don’t feel that way at all.”

You searched his face for any hidden emotion that might betray his words. But the only thing you found was earnestness, as well as determination.

Still, you asked, “Really?”

“Yes, of course,” he assured you, cupping your face in his hands. “Trust me, that’s not a problem to me. Sure, it surprised me, but that doesn’t mean I see it as a bad thing.”

“You’re a rare exception to what seems to be the norm…” you said, smiling wryly.

“I like you for who you are, Honey. I see you.” His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones. “I know we’ve only been on a few dates, but it’s been such a pleasure getting to know you. I’d like to continue… If that’s okay with you. I want to know everything.”

You nodded, your eyes stinging as tears pooled in your vision. “Well, there’s one more thing I should also clarify. About Derek.”

He stiffened a little, swallowing hard. He said nothing, willing to just listen.

“He met Gia and me at the Crimson. He’s been a regular for some time,” you said. “He’s, uh, seen a lot of me, on and off the stage. But we’re just friends and nothing more. He’s with Gia, and they really like each other.”

He nodded, jaw clenched. He took a few breaths, just looking at you, and that seemed to help ease whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling.

“But… he was always respectful?” He managed to ask.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry if this just complicates things.”

“Honey, please,” he shook his head. “Who the hell am I to judge you for anything you do? It’s in the past, as you said. As long as he was decent, that’s all I care about.”

“Well, I think you’re more than decent.” Your eyes flicked down to his lips. “And I really want to kiss you for it.”

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing you sweetly. Your heart continued to race, but now for entirely different reasons. You were kind of in disbelief that it had all gone so well, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But his thumbs traced your cheekbones again, wiping away the happy tears you hadn’t realized you were shedding. It was a reassurance that you needed, and you were grateful he gave it so freely.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“So, you forgive me?” You murmured.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. “You did nothing wrong. But I am sorry that things got so strange last time we saw each other. I hope I didn’t react… harshly. I was just surprised.”

You waved him off, nodding in understanding and pulling back further to look at him.

“There’ll be another chance for a better first impression with my sister and Gia, don’t worry about them,” you assured. “And you know… If you’re comfortable, maybe you should visit me at the Crimson some time. See what it’s like. I could even arrange for us to have the VIP room for an hour, so we’re out of the main floor.”

He smirked a little. “Does that mean I’d get VIP treatment, too?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, smacking his arm. “Yes, only because you’ve been so good… But you’ve turned me into a real sap, you know that?”

He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips. “That was the goal.”

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“Honey, you’ve been requested for a private. An hour and a half, already paid for. He’s at table seven, you can escort him upstairs.”

You nodded, making your way over. It hadn’t been a very busy night, so you decided to call it right after this. An hour and a half was kind of pushing it, but at least it was early enough that you could still enjoy some downtime at home and potentially see if Aaron was free for another sleepover.

You’d plastered on your most charming smile, but it faltered for a surprised moment when you saw the man in question — Aaron, sitting by himself at the table, swirling his scotch around the glass lazily.

It was as if you’d summoned him somehow. For a moment, as your gazes connected, it didn’t seem real.

He hadn’t mentioned anything about coming in, but it clicked that he wanted to surprise you. It was a bold move, but you couldn’t help but be impressed. He smirked at you and your smile returned, genuine this time.

Mostly, he seemed at ease, but before you’d arrived, he’d kept his eyes down. You caught sight of a few girls glancing in his direction, but he was unaware of the attention he was getting. All of his focus was on you.

“Well, well,” you said. “What do we have here?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Honey,” he said, slightly raising his eyebrows. “But nothing compares to the real thing.”

You caught onto his game immediately, stifling a shudder as a tingle ran down your spine. Who would have thought he was into this sort of thing?

You’d figured he might be kind of vanilla, but you just kept being pleasantly surprised by him. You bit your lower lip, eyes roaming over him appreciatively. He returned the gesture, taking his time to drink you in, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly.

“What’s your name, handsome?”

He took a sip of his scotch. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“Hmmm, well I’ve always liked the name Aaron,” you said, offering him your hand. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere quieter where we can get to know each other.”

He took your hand, not letting go as you led him towards the stairs. You went up the steps in front of him, giving him a lovely view of your ass in a g-string. It took all of his willpower not to touch you; To let his broad hands roam over the expanse of your soft skin.

There would surely be enough time for that later.

Once in the VIP room, you had him sit down while you picked the music. It softly wafted out of the speakers, the slow rhythm so irresistible that you began to sway your hips to it.

Pink and blue lights bathed you in their romantic, dream-like hues. His dark eyes tracked your movements, sinuous and almost serpentine. He was utterly entranced, and he had to adjust himself in his seat.

“Like what you see?” You asked, grinning teasingly.

“You’re breathtaking,” he rasped, nodding. “So beautiful.”

You loved feeling the ardent intensity of his gaze — like a caress, making heat slowly course through you. You were absorbed by each other; Nothing outside of this room – of this very moment – existed.

You teased him further by toying with the straps of your micro bikini top, and he clenched his jaw, a low grunt stuck in his throat.

“Come closer,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat before adding, “Please.”

You prowled towards him on all fours, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down at his sides.

You tsked, tilting your head to one side. “Hmm, think you can be good for me and keep your hands off?”

He nodded all too eagerly, making you smirk. You came up between his legs, your torso barely brushing his. Your lips were mere inches from his, too, but before he could be further tempted, you pulled back and turned around.

His fingers twitched at his sides as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest. Though you couldn’t hold down his hands at this angle, he was resolved to behave. You began to gyrate your hips ever so slowly, already feeling his prominent bulge pressing against your ass.

This time, you finally undid the straps of your top, letting it slide off of you. You heard his sharp intake of breath right next to your ear as you leaned back so he could get a better view of your front.

“You enjoy torturing me,” he gritted out. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“You just look so good when you’re all worked up like this,” you purred.

Then, to torture him even further, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to where your g-string hugged your hips.

“Hook your fingers here,” you instructed, and he immediately obeyed.

You stood and bent forward, his thumbs helping pull your panties down. At this new angle, he had an up close and personal view of your newly exposed cunt, and he couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whimper.

You chuckled. “You all good there?”

Instead of responding, he slid down to his knees, pulling your underwear off the rest of the way. You stepped out of them and felt as his hands came back towards your hips, holding on firmly.

All of his self restraint had seemingly shattered, and like a starving man, he started kissing at your thighs. You indulged him for a moment, biting back a soft moan as you felt his lips on your inner thigh.

But then, surprisingly, you felt him nip and suck at the sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark.

“Hey, now!” You chastised, turning around and pushing him back a little. “Naughty, naughty, trying to bite more than you can chew. Didn’t I say hands off?”

“I wasn’t using my hands, technically,” he countered, smirking slightly. “But I’ll do better.”

“I’m sure you will.” You crossed your arms. “And you can start by making it up to me.”

“Yes, anything.”

You looked him over, still on his knees, eyes wide and eager. He truly looked like he would do anything for you at that moment.

“Worship me,” you said finally. “If you want to put your mouth on me, it has to be over every square inch.”

He licked his lips and leaned forward a little, unable to resist you. “That I can do, gladly.”

He dove into his task diligently, kissing his way up. Your fingers buried in his hair, keeping him close. He took his time, but when he reached the apex of your thighs once more, he looked up at you as if asking for permission.

But as much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t want this part to end quite yet.

You tugged his head back lightly. “Keep going, you’ll get your prize after.”

He grunted, but acquiesced, licking up to your navel. You suppressed a shudder, already clenching around nothing. The build up was driving you near feral, but such desperate want was an addictive feeling.

You almost caved in once more when he reached your breasts. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his teeth subsequently grazing the hardened peak. He repeated his motions with your other breast, but in a teasing retort, he moved onto your sternum before you could really bask in the pleasure.

And once he reached your throat, you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed his chin as you brought his lips to yours, eliciting a low moan from him as your tongue tangled with his.

“You want your prize?” You asked between kisses, nipping at his lower lip when he nodded. “How do you want it, Aaron?”

“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation. “Use me to give yourself pleasure. I just want to make you feel good.”

His words had you instantly dripping and you squeezed your thighs together to try and ease some of your ache. You felt like your knees might buckle at any moment, and you crushed your lips against his ravenously.

“Sit back down for me,” you urged.

He did so, making you bend down so as not to break contact with him. But you quickly pulled away to crouch in front of him, reaching for his belt.

“May I?”

“Yes. Whatever you want, I’m all yours,” he said, shifting forward to help you undo his belt and pants.

You hummed as you freed him from his underwear, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You gingerly ran the tips of your fingers over the prominent vein on his shaft, making him twitch.

“Someone’s excited,” you noted, smiling slyly. “Remember, hands off. I’m in control here. My turf, my rules.”

He nodded once more, swallowing hard. You let a string of saliva fall onto his cock and straightened back up, spreading it with your fingers.

“Scoot over to the edge.”

You went on your hands and knees in front of him, sliding backwards until your hips were bracketed between his knees. You wiggled them a little enticingly, grinning at him over your shoulder.

“Be a dear and help me put it in, will you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he slicked the head of his cock through your folds, coating it with your arousal. He pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously, and both of you exhaled sharply as he bottomed out.

You started moving at a slow, even pace, working the entirety of his length until you adjusted to it. You soon picked up speed, unable to keep yourself from moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, Honey…” he groaned. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” you panted. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, cum all over my cock.”

Though he did not use his hands, his hips snapped up to meet yours, making his thrusts harder. He repeatedly hit a spot deep inside you that had you clawing at the floor, abdominal muscles tightening.

“Aaron, please, I-” the rest of the sentence died in your throat as pleasure seized you in its vice-like grip.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you heard him moan out your name as his own orgasm washed over him. He spilled inside of you, thrusting shallowly as both of you rode out your ecstasy.

You were both dazed for a few more seconds, breathing heavily, still lost in one another. His hands caressed your hips affectionately — reverently, even.

As he pulled out of you, he helped you up and hauled you onto his lap. His arms encircled you, and you wiped his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Well, safe to say we know each other pretty well now,” you chuckled breathily.

“You did guess my name from the get go,” he said, also chuckling.

He kissed you tenderly, pressing you tighter against him, like he just couldn’t get close enough. It made you melt, how he always made sure to show you how much he cared.

“I kind of want to say I’m sorry for surprising you, but…” he started as he pulled away.

“Don’t,” you said, stroking his face. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m not either,” he said, and you smiled at each other. “This was one of the most incredible nights of my life.”

“Hmm, something tells me you’re gonna become one of my regulars, Aaron.”

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be your favorite one.”

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innwaitress · 2 years

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a/n: it's here, the moment you've been waiting for...

genshin characters inncorrect quotes pt. 2!!!!

y/n: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on childe. y/n: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. y/n: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. childe: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. y/n: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. childe: Well, whatever I did, I probably deserved it. y/n: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

aether: Isn’t a bit dangerous? y/n: aether, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. aether: …

aether: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. aether: ... y/n: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

y/n: Who the fuck- zhongli: Language! y/n: Whom the fuck- Zhongli: No.

y/n: Are you having another depressive episode? xiao: A depressive episode? xiao: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

y/n: Hopefully yelan has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings. yelan: Oh, shut up and die y/n.

y/n: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! beidou:*Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

y/n: I think I'm falling for you. Kujou Sara: Then get up.

itto: *running towards y/n with open arms* y/n: *moves out of the way* itto: Hey, why'd you move?! y/n: I thought you were going to attack me. itto: I was going to hug you! y/n: Why would you hug me? itto: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

y/n: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? thoma: No, I said "y/n, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

yae miko: I have an idea! y/n: Does it involve breaking the law? yae miko: By now don’t you think that’s a given? y/n: I was just trying to be optimistic. yae miko: Don’t bother.

barbara: y/n is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around. y/n: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

keqing: Remain CALM! *slaps y/n multiple times*

kaeya: Can I have your number? y/n, visibly texting: I don't have a phone.

ninnguang: Are you ready to commit? y/n: Like, a crime or a relationship?

ei: *plays shreksophone* ei: Woo. ei: Time to listen to this on loop for all eternity. y/n: ...Genius coping mechanism my friend

y/n: Why are you drinking? rosaria: I drink when I'm depressed. y/n: But you're always drinking? Rosaria: *smug grin*

y/n: Can you keep a secret?

yoiymia: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

Computer: Please enter a password. chongyun: *types in y/n* Computer: Your password is too weak. chongyun: How fucking DARE YOU-

y/n: Love makes people do stupid things. xingqiu I love everything! y/n: That explains a lot.

y/n: Can I bother you for a second? diluc: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

y/n: Bro- kazuha: No, no, hold up, rewind. kazuha: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

hu tao: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! y/n: That doesn't exist. hu tao: Not with that attitude.

lisa: y/n, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! y/n: Rebuke? Is that a word? lisa: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! y/n: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

y/n: So what do you have planned for the future? xiangling: Lunch. y/n: No, like long term. xiangling: Oh...um, dinner?

Lumine: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go. y/n: Those are wanted posters! scaramouche: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. y/n: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

y/n, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! shenhe: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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TANTALUS, PT. 2

As a mysterious devil claims victims across Tokyo, you struggle to come to terms with your love for your best friend, roommate, and fuckbuddy, Denji.

AO3 Link: Here! Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of corpses, casual sex, scenes with food/eating, no happy ending. Notes: No-Nayuta AU. Denji stays in Public Safety after the events of CSM. Set a few years after the end of vol. 11. Gender Neutral.

The morning you’re back at work, Ichika approaches your desk. She’s wearing a nice skirt, a perfume that smells distinctly like peony, and the sort of gentle, genuine smile you’d see on a kindergarten teacher that loves their job. She’s cute, she’s sweet, and despite your best efforts to remain neutral, you think you might hate her a little bit.

“Good morning!” She greets cheerfully, stopping a respectful distance from your desk. There’s a glass tupperware tucked in her hands, filled with something bright yellow, and you eye it suspiciously. Ichika either doesn’t notice you glaring or she doesn’t care, and offers you a short bow. “I’m so glad to see you’re back at work!”

You plaster on a smile and give her a stiff nod, but she’s already scanning the area next to your desk—where Denji usually sits. Her bright smile falters almost imperceptibly, like when the clouds flick over the sun for just a moment.

“Um,” she starts nervously, giving you a hesitant look. “Is Denji okay? He didn’t say anything about missing work today, but…”

White swims over your knuckles as your hands clench tight fists around the grip of your crutches.

“He’s okay,” you say, silently willing your voice to stay bland, neutral. Like plain, unbuttered toast. “He’s on a trip.”

He does this trip every year at about the same time. He won’t go into specifics. Just says that he’s visiting a family grave. But your eyes don’t miss the way that his gaze hangs over the photo of Aki that’s framed up in the living room, and it tells you what Denji won’t say out loud.

You won’t push him. You never do.

It’s comforting, sometimes, knowing you’re not the only one that’s bad at talking about your feelings.

“...caring for some old relatives that got sick,” you finish, swallowing the lump in your throat. You don’t feel guilty lying to her. If he didn’t say anything to her about his trip, you’ll protect his secret.

“Oooooooh,” Ichika nods, a pinkish glow clouding her cheeks. “That does sound like Denji—so selfless!”

You actually have to physically restrain yourself from laughing out loud. Denji, selfless. He literally stole your leftovers like, two days ago.

“Naaaah,” you say, “he pushes me out of the way to get to the shower constantly. He’s only selfless maybe, ten percent of the time.”

Anyone else might think it’s a light joke at Denji’s expense, but there’s a challenge hidden underneath. A statement. You might be flirting with him, but I live with him, bitch.

Ichika doesn’t notice. Or she does, and doesn’t take the bait. Instead she covers her mouth with a thin-fingered, perfectly-manicured hand and lets out a delicate, sweet laugh that’s nothing like yours. Your jaw tightens.

Once Ichika’s bell-like laugh ceases tinkling, she bows to you again. This time, she presents the Tupperware to you. You resist the urge to wrinkle your nose at it.

“Well, hopefully he’ll at least be selfless enough to share these with you. I know you’re still healing and your body needs rest and good food, but you need a treat every now and again too, you know? Otherwise life gets so bland.”

You don’t move to take it, leaning on your crutches as an excuse. She watches awkwardly for a moment, eyes darting between you and the baked goods, before she finally clears her throat semi-nervously and sets the container on the corner of your desk. “They’re lemon bars,” she fills the silence. “I thought Denji might like citrus. I hope you do as well!”

Something petty coiled up deep inside you wants to let her know that actually, lemon is one of the only things Denji turns his nose up at.

Be an adult, you tell yourself. Resist!

You plaster a smile over the twisting disdain in your gut and regard Ichika with a look that you hope is work-appropriate, and not mildly threatening.

“Thank you,” you manage, although your voice comes out a little choked around the edges. Ichika beams at you, and bows again, and you’re reminded of a puppy.

Not the cute kind. The clingy, over-eager kind that yaps a lot.

“I have to get back to work,” she apologizes, and a knot of tension instantly unwinds from your shoulders. “But again, I hope you heal quickly and I’m glad to have you back with us.” She begins to twirl a piece of hair around her finger. “Will…will you ask Denji to call me? Either when he gets back, or—“

“Sure.”

She smiles thankfully and bows—that’s four, now, in a three minute conversation, she’s at an average of over one bow a minute—and the tap of her short but tastefully work-appropriate kitten heels recedes as she takes her leave. She waves shyly at you, over her shoulder, before she rounds the corner and disappears down a hallway. You offer a half-hearted wiggle of your fingers back.

You will not be asking Denji to call her.

The interaction sticks on your mind like glue for the rest of the day. When you get home, Denji isn’t back from his trip yet, so you sit down with the glass tupperware and delicately pull a perfectly square lemon bar from the container. Gently, you take a bite from the corner. The flavor of citrus floods your mouth, and the powdered sugar dusted on top sticks softly to your fingertips.

It’s delicious, you think bitterly. Of course it is .

You finish the lemon bar and throw the rest, tupperware and all, into the garbage can.

It wasn’t always this complicated. It used to be pretty simple, actually; Denji was your decently-attractive best friend, and you fucked every so often to take the edge off of a bad day. (And neither of you mentioned how often these bad days had become.) You’d be stupid to ruin your friendship with romance, so you didn’t even consider it. Until, well…

It wasn’t a slow fall, thick and sweet like maple syrup, in the way that some people describe the realization they’re in love. It was a stupidly normal night and you were standing on the sidewalk under the dull red glow of a cheap izakaya’s sign. Above you, the dark midnight clouds promised rain. You ignored them. You’d focused instead on a pay phone, telling Denji about the absolute disaster of a date you’d just endured.

“So, yeah,” you drawl into the receiver, “turns out Asahi from downstairs actually has a girlfriend…”

“What the shit!?” Denji yells, and you have to pull the phone away from your ear before his outrage blows out your eardrum. “That scumbag!”

“Yeah…” you sigh. Truthfully, you couldn’t force yourself to be as disappointed as you probably should be. Asahi was nice. He always offered to help carry your groceries up the stairs. He was handsome, too, in a very plain, inoffensive way, like a bland Ken doll paired with an astronaut Barbie. And the way he laid you down in the backseat of his car felt…not bad. If one of your friends wiggled her eyebrows at you salaciously and asked y’know, how is he? you’d probably laugh shyly behind your hand and say he was good at sex.

But he didn’t do it like Denji did it.

You couldn’t figure out why that bothered you.

But it did. It caught in your brain like a song stuck in your head, and it was definitely just as annoying, and you felt it every time Asahi’s hands started traveling up your thighs.

Not Denji. Not Denji. Not Denji.

So, truth be told you probably wouldn’t be crying over Asahi later, once you got home. Still. Two months was a long time to waste on someone else’s lies. That’s what stung, really; your wasted time.

“D’ya want me to say somethin’ to him?” Denji offers, sounding a little too excited. Knowing Denji, their ‘talk’ would end with Asahi holding a bag of frozen peas over a black eye. Which doesn’t sound too bad, honestly, except for the fact that he still lives one floor down and going around beating the shit out of the neighbors is probably not the best idea.

“It’s fine, Denj,” you assure, getting ready to call a cab. “Not worth getting in trouble. I already threw my drink on him, that’ll have to be good enough.”

“Naaawwwwww,” he drawls, and you can tell from the way his voice drags along that he’s thinking hard (which is never good). “He cheated on you.We gotta teach him a lesson he’s never gonna forget.”

You run a hand through your hair and blow a hard sigh out of your mouth.

“Denji,” you whine, “I really just want to go home right now. We can brainstorm another night if you’re still that invested—“

Denji cuts you off with a short bark of laughter, loud enough to make you jerk the phone away from your ear and wince. You’re about to cuss him out for the damage he’s just done to your hearing, but he’s already chattering at you again.

“Just stay there,” he instructs. “I’m gonna come pick you up.”

You snort, at that.

“You and what car, dipshit?” He doesn’t have a license, either. Or spare change for a cab.

“ Ten minutes! Don’t move!” He purposefully dodges your question, but before you can keep needling him his voice is replaced by a mechanical beeping. That man just hung up on you. Rude.

So you sigh, again. You push your hair back out of your face, and you plop down on the curb, completely ignoring the grumbling of passers-by whose paths you’ve interrupted. They’ll get over it.

Ten minutes melts into eleven, into twelve, into thirteen. Here and there, you can feel the light flcik of a raindrop on your cheek, your nose, your forehead. Seldom enough to convince you that maybe you’re imagining it, often enough to convince you that maybe it’s time to call Denji and say whatever he’s thinking, just forget it , the only thing you want to get soaked by tonight is a hot fucking shower.

You’ve made up your mind to bail when it weaves its reckless way through traffic, rolling to a chaotic stop in front of you. You’d recognize the blacked out windows and crack in the bumper anywhere. Asahi’s car.

Three things happen, then, that shock you equally, but all in different ways.

First, the window rolls down, and it’s Denji sitting in the driver’s seat, not Asahi. He’s wearing a shark-tooth-shit-eating grin (the one you usually see after he beats the shit out of a devil and there’s a pretty girl in a skirt crying ‘thank you’), and his pajamas.

Second, he tries to put the thing in park, but he accidentally pushes when he should’ve pulled and Asahi’s car slams into the parked car ahead of him. An alarm instantly screams and his eyes go wide and yes, this is probably a sufficient explanation why he can’t pass a driver’s training test.

“Goddamnit!” He bursts, and at this point pedestrians are starting to crowd around the minor accident, necks craning to get a better view of the chaos. You know that you should probably be scrambling off the curb and getting the hell away from the crumpled back-end of this Honda, but you can’t move.

Because of the third shock.

Which has you absolutely frozen to the sidewalk.

And it’s that your heart did a flip in your chest when you saw that window sliding down, and it was Denji’s messy hair and sparking eyes on the other side. Something young and carefree, but relieved. Like it had just figured out the trick behind an optical illusion it had been staring at for embarrassingly long.

Something unmistakably romantic.

“Yer ride’s here!” His laugh shakes out of the rolled-down window, pushing through the crowd. It’s enough to thaw you out of the trance. Pedestrian voices crowd your ears as you stumble to your feet.

“ Holy shit, did he just hit that guy on purpose?”

“Why isn’t he getting out of the car?”

“I think maybe somebody should call the authorities…”

“ Jesus Christ, Denji,” you hiss, under your breath. You’re throwing elbows and shoving through people and tasting panic as you realize there’s a police station nearby. Thankfully Denji’s had the bright idea to fling open the passenger door for you, in service of a hasty getaway. The leather seats squeak against your thighs as you scramble in. You yank the door shut behind you, hard enough that the slam seems to shake and ripple through the watchers outside.

“What the fuck,” you wheeze. “How did you even—“

“Dumbass leaves his spare key in his potted plant, just like we do,” Denji cackles.

“Wouldn’t that make us dumbasses, too?”

But Denji doesn’t answer. He gives you a quick shrug, and then his hand splays out over the back of your seat. A whiff of the generic “man” scented soap he uses just barely tickles your nose. Heat explodes across your cheeks—here it is again. That romantic feeling. Your eyes catch on the slope of his nose; how his lip is pulled between his dagger teeth in concentration. He’s craning his neck, trying to back up. Denji’s rough hands spin the wheel gentle but firm. The air is too warm and the inside of the car is too small and all you have to do to kiss him is lean in, just a little bit, it could happen so quick—

But then Denji’s heavy foot is a little too eager on the gas, and the crunch of metal shatters the moment like glass. Both of you lurch forward. Your hand shoots out to steady yourself on the dash.

“Fuck!” Denji yells from the driver’s seat.

Of course he reversed into the goddamn car behind you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, head falling into your hands. This is probably how you die. Not in a blaze of glory ripping down a devil, but in your douchebag ex’s stolen car. Beside you, Denji is just overflowing with laughter.

“Oh, this shit is not gonna be driveable by the time we’re done with it.” He grabs your leg, right above your knee, and he jostles you. Like he’s trying to shake the uneasiness right out. And somehow, it works a little. His eyes lock on yours, and they glow brighter than all the neon signs up and down this strip of bars, combined. Your heart stumbles again.

Why is it doing that? What is going on with you?

But it doesn’t matter, because you’re laughing. He’s vibrating with laughter and excitement and the unmistakable thrill of grand theft auto, so you are, too. Denji’s infectious. He floods you completely and all of your concerns and inhibitions wash away. Just like that; in one open-mouth grin. His hands grip the wheel again and he steps on the gas.

Fuck it. Stealing your ex’s car suddenly sounds like a great idea. Who cares if a hundred people just saw you barrel into two other cars? The police don’t do shit to devil hunters, anyway. You’ll probably be fine. (Unless this night somehow devolves from petty car theft to murder, or something, and in that case, well. Did anyone ever really like Asahi, anyway?)

Denji’s more careful with you in the passenger seat. Both of his hands wrap firmly around the steering wheel, and he’s cautious not to pound the brakes at red lights. He always checks his blind spot before smoothly merging lanes; your eyes always stumble on the smooth slope of his adam’s apple as his neck stretches. You’ve had your mouth on that neck maybe a hundred times, but something about it feels brand-new inside the bubble of this moment. It tickles something in your core. Something camping out between hunger and want. Something delicious, and entirely too much to handle.

You close your eyes. Denji lit a cigarette maybe three miles back, and the smoke mixes with his soap and threads through your nostrils. Guitar notes from Denji’s favorite song rip out of the car radio, volume cranked as far as the knob would budge. The highway air stings your skin. The night is warm, just beyond your rolled-down window, and the rain has backed off but left a humid taste and smell lingering behind. The atmosphere hums kindly and warmly like the Friday night of a weekend trip. Inside the car, work doesn’t exist, and you never have to worry about what to make for dinner, and shitty cheating ex-boyfriends mean absolutely nothing.

There’s only Denji.

And when you open your eyes again, you know.

You are in love.

Denji abruptly cuts the ribbon of highway off when you’re a handful of miles outside the city, when the streetlights have melted into tall, swaying trees. The car glides to a comfortable stop on the side of the road, facing a steep, jagged drop-off. Denji twists the key in the ignition, and the engine mutters into silence

“Should we shove the car down there?” He asks.

“I think it would be a shame to leave it up here where anyone could just, take it or something,” you reason.

Both of you scramble out of the car, squeaking against the leather seats and bubbling over with giggles. Denji spreads his hands against the car's back end. His lean back muscles stretch under his fog-grey pajama shirt in a way that makes sweat bead up on the palms of your hands. You throw your shoulder into the car, bowing your head; half to help push, half to hide the heat consuming your cheeks.

“Think it’ll explode?”

“Oh,” you laugh, “I really hope so.”

Denji’s packed with muscle and so the wheels turn obediently. He gives a grunt and swears once or twice and the front tires are already at the edge, sending loose gravel skittering down the cliff face. It takes one good, hard shove and then the car is tipping dangerously for a moment. Denji snatches your hand and scrambles backwards. For a very slow-moving second, Asahi’s car trembles and leans, like it’s trying to decide if it really wants to tumble down or not. Despite the fact that there’s a literal car about to to roll down a cliff to its death, you’re distracted. Asahi’s car is nothing compared to the gentle pink of Denji’s lips. Inside this moment, they are everything. Your world is neatly packed into the warm comfort of the way his mouth stretches to fit his smile. You want to kiss him, hard. So that he knows without any words that you love him.

Wholly, passionately, forever.

And then the car makes up its mind to fall. It tips over the edge and performs a dramatic somersault, and the crumpling metal is probably the loudest thing you’ve ever heard. The glass shatters into a fine glittering stardust and the stench of gasoline stings your senses. Beside you, Denji yells holy shit! and leans over the edge to watch the car come apart. The shark-tooth grin on his face is so wide and so sharp you think it might be permanent. Your heart squeezes, and you don’t ask why.

It’s weird, considering you found out you’d been cheated on maybe two hours ago, but this might be the best night of your life.

The car doesn’t explode, unfortunately, but it was a good show and you can’t complain. After it screeches to a deafening stop at the bottom of the ravine, you flee. At first, you break into a jog—probably don’t want to get caught near the smoking wreck of a stolen car, after all—but Denji shrugs at you, stuffs his hands into his pajama pockets, and smiles lazily.

“C’mon, man,” he calls, footsteps easy and slow. “Nice night. Why not enjoy the walk back?”

The stars stretch out in a thick bright blanket, and the cool night air blows across you so kindly, like it knows you’re in love. He’s right. You make a big show of rolling your eyes, and heaving a big sigh, but you jog back to his side anyway. He shakes a hand out of his pocket, and snakes a warm arm over your shoulders. You sigh, happy. Life has never tasted so sweet.

It’s a long walk back to Tokyo, but Denji’s skinny arm is slung around your shoulders the entire way, so you don’t mind a single step.

#Chainsaw Man #chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #denji/reader #denji x you #Denji/you #chainsaw man #SHE IS HERE #thank you all for the patience I'm the slowest writer and a full time student which is not a great combo when it comes to productivity #Originally this was gonna be lumped in with what is now part 3 #But I wanted to end on a happy note for at least one part so have a flashback of when Things Were Nice :)

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What I Wish We Can Be

Summary: Logan's story!

Characters: Logan, Fred (OC), Chris (OC), Patton.

Warnings: invasive questions, implied sex (not graphic at all), heavy angst, crying in public, alcohol mentions, internalized aphobia. Lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 2,350

Woow! Finally done! Ngl this took me a while to write... but it's finished now! I really struggled to portray alloaro folks in the most validating and respectful way possible so I hope I didn't accidently offend anyone💛

P.S: I hope you don't mind me tugging you but this was the WIP I sent that paragraph from for the WIP game @naminethewitch

@aro-sides-week day 5 Aroace/alloaro/non-SAM-aro

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Logan listened to the other's stories with great interest, everyone finding the term that fits for them in their own way. In Emile's case he was even questioning for years before he found a label that sat right with him.

He had to admit it was quite… inspiring, and a bit comforting if he's being honest, to hear others struggling with this when he originally felt like he was alone in his confusion.

He wonders… Can sharing his own experience be beneficial in easing his guilt? It's a theory worth testing, afterall, there are numerous studies that show how talking about things to a willing ear can help with processing emotions better.

He nodded decidedly to himself, fixing his glasses before raising his hand to catch Patton's attention.

"Hey there, fellow glasses wearer." Patton smiled at him. "Wanna go up next?"

"Indeed." He confirmed as he stood up.

"Well then, the floor's yours buddy!" Patton stepped aside from the center, giving Logan space to stand and face everyone.

"I do not wish to own this floor, but I am willing to share my own experience." He cleared his throat, fixed his tie and started his story…

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"Good morning sleepy-head."

Logan blinked as his mind regained awareness of his surroundings, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses before putting them on and bringing everything into focus.

"Morning" he said simply as he tossed the covers and started getting dressed.

"How'd you sleep? I had a great time last night!" Fred smiled at him from the doorway to the bedroom.

"I slept well, thank you for asking. Last night was indeed quite pleasurable." Logan agreed, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his suit jacket and buttoning it up.

He noticed Fred has gone quiet and looked at him from the corner of his eye, noticing he's staring at him.

Fred noticed him looking and blushed. "Sorry you're just… really pretty."

"Oh um… thank you, you're quite attractive yourself." Logan said as he reached for his tie.

"Oh, let me help you with that, here." Fred walked over taking Logan's tie and standing before him. They locked eyes for a moment before Fred looked down to tie it around Logan's neck.

"You know I… I think I'll like seeing you again." Fred said hesitantly, tightening the knot and smoothing the tie when he's done.

"Are you saying you would like to copulate again?" Logan asked blantly.

Fred flushed. "Um… yeah… amongst… other things…" he stepped away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Logan frowned. "Other things?"

Fred sighed. "I'm trying to ask you out on a date… I think I like you and… it'll be nice to know you better." He smiled hopefully at Logan.

Logan stared. "Oh… I…" he wanted to say yes, he did enjoy himself last night and Fred was attractive but… he just couldn't see them going farther, he didn't feel interested in being with Fred in that sense.. but how can he convey that without hurting him?

"Fred." Logan started.

Fred looked up at him hopefully "yeah?"

"I enjoyed myself greatly last night and I can tell you're a very nice guy. I do like the idea of us getting to know each other better just… not in a romantic sense, I apologize." He tried to explain in the nicest way possible.

Fred bit his lip. "Oh… I see. I obviously think you're nice too and in a different context being friends would be nice but… I just think it'll be weird ya know? After we… ya know…" he blushed again at the recollection of last night's events.

He didn't sound too hurt so that's a good sign. "Well then, in that case, it seems our ways will be departing today." Logan said, reaching out his hand for Fred to shake.

Fred stared at the hand then snorted. "Are you always this formal with your hook ups?" He asked jokingly but shook his hand anyway. "Oh ah and…" he walked out of the bedroom for a few minutes before returning with a piece of paper he handed to Logan. "Here's my number in case you change your mind about the dating thing." He winked.

Logan gave him a half smile, taking the phone number and putting it in his pocket. Fred walked him to the door and they waved each other goodbye before he walked out and closed the door behind him.

…

"You did what?" His brother demanded when he finished telling him about this morning.

Logan frowned. "Did I do something wrong?"

His brother stared at him in disbelief. "Wow, okay, let me walk you through what you told me."

"I don't see how walking will help-"

"Just… shut up, listen for a minute. You met a cute and attractive guy who's nice and thinks you're cute too. You hooked up with him, so far so good. Then, in the morning after he asks you out on a date because he wants to get to know you better and he might be developing feelings for you…. And you friend zone him? Have you lost your mind?!" His brother said in disbelief.

Logan's confusion deepened. " 'friend zone him'?"

His brother just groaned in frustration, shaking his head. "You're hopeless bro, why didn't you just say yes?"

"Because I wasn't interested… I don't understand, was I supposed to lie about the way I felt?" Logan tried to understand why his brother was so upset by this

"It's just one date, Lo-bro, how do you know you're not interested if you haven't even given the poor guy a chance?" His brother asked pointedly.

"I just… didn't see him in a romantic sense." Logan shrugged.

"You said you found him attractive!" His brother countered.

"Physically attractive it has nothing to do with romantic feelings and interest, I don't see why this bothers you so much." Logan said truthfully.

His brother sighed. "Bro, how long since you lost your virginity?"

Logan frowned. "10 years? I don't see how this is related-"

"And how many romantic partners have you had since then?" He cut him off.

"None." Logan said. "I don't see how this is-"

"You see why I'm worried about you now?" His brother interjected again.

"Um… no? I don't think I see the issue you seem to see." Logan said honestly.

"Logan… eventually you're going to need to find someone to settle down with and… with the way you're currently handling it… I don't see it happening. I just don't want you to end up like aunt Rose." His brother took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"What's wrong with aunt Rose?" Logan asked, desperately trying to understand.

"Nothing, she's great… she's just over 50 and living alone, you don't want that, do you?" His brother said.

"I mean… maybe not but… is that really that bad? You don't have to be with someone to be happy and aunt Rose looks pretty happy to me." Logan countered.

"Look, I'm just trying to help you so here's what you're going to do, you're going to call Fred and tell him you changed your mind-"

"But-"

"Let me finish, you go on one date with him okay? Just one, see how it feels, if it's nah then just say so and you'll never have to see him again, and if it feels like it might be going somewhere then great! You found your first boyfriend! Deal?" His brother looked at him expectantly.

"I don't know about this, Chris… It feels too much like lying for me to be comfortable with it." Logan hesitated.

"You're gonna have to step out of your comfort zone at least a little if you want to find a boyfriend, bro. It's not like one is going to waltz into your house one day." Chris pointed out. "All I'm asking for is one date."

Logan sighed. "Okay."

…

"Logan! Over here!" Fred waved him over with a smile. "I was so glad you called to change your mind! A little surprised but very glad."

Logan swallowed, he can already tell this is not going to work… but then again, Chris might have a point… he is inexperienced in that regard so maybe he shouldn't judge the situation so quickly.. Besides, it's not like he can turn him down again before the date even started.

He took a deep breath and sat in front of Fred, managing a slight smile. "Yeah I figured it's worth giving this a chance of at least one date.. just to 'test the waters' as the saying goes. Though I'm very inexperienced so this still might not work out." Logan said truthfully.

Fred raised an eyebrow playfully. "One date to win you over? Alright, I'll accept that challenge." He smirked slightly.

Logan chuckled at Fred's charm, he is pretty fun to be around.. Maybe this night will go by well.

After they placed their orders they started conversating. "So what do you work at?" Fred asked curiously. "Wait, wait, lemme guess… you're a teacher! No wait… a lawyer! Eh… something that requires that big vocabulary of yours and those formal ties you wear." Fred chuckled.

Logan smiled. "Close, I'm a professor at the local university here. Nice job, pays well, and I get to educate and lecture people which I always enjoyed since I can remember. What about you?" Logan took a sip from his wine as he waited for Fred's response.

"A professor! Huh… somehow that makes you even hotter." Fred giggled. "My job isn't nearly as impressive… I just own a small bar not far from here." He shrugged.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Owning your own business is quite the accomplishment, there are not many who will be able to achieve such a thing."

Fred blushed at the compliment. "Oh… ah, thanks… it's just a bar… I just like making people happy, you know? Help them let loose for a while… everyone needs that from time to time."

Logan nodded. "Indeed they do. Do you happen to have any good wine there?" He asked with interest, perhaps he can pay this place a visit sometime.

Fred's face brightened as he nodded. "Oh yeah! We have almost every kind of alcohol you can think of! I like to appeal to as many people as possible so I…" Fred happily chatted about his bar, how he trains his bartenders in making almost any drink out there and even encouraging them to make up their own.

Logan smiled as he nodded through his rumblings, being with Fred just felt so easy and effortless… he desperately wished he could feel those romantic feelings everyone keeps telling him about so their relationship can work in a way that appealed to the both of them… but those stubbornly stayed out of reach.

Fred already mentioned his disinterest in a platonic connection with Logan after their sexual encounter, so if Logan can't recipicate his romantic feelings towards him… they'll have to say goodbye…

"...You should come and see it, drinks are on the house." Fred winked at him, reaching a hand to grab Logan's and gently rub over his knuckles with his thumb, looking up at him with a bright blush. "...Perhaps on our next date?" He asked hopefully.

And it was the morning after their copulating all over again… but somehow way worse, because now he cared about him even more and wanted to keep seeing him… just - frustratingly so - not romantically like he does.

"Um…" Logan hesitated, how can he turn him down now?

"I get this might be scary since it's your first time but… now I know I really like you, Logan and… we can take it slow okay?" Fred's hand was still holding his and he gave it a light squeeze, smiling softly.

"I'm sorry I-" the waiter suddenly arrived with their check and Logan quickly grabbed it before Fred had a chance, glad for the momentary distraction as he put the credit card inside and handed it back to the waiter.

Fred's hopeful eyes were still on him. Logan's heart ached as he opened his mouth to say no to this sweet guy he wishes he could fall in love with. "I'm really sorry I just don't-" the words got stuck in his throat.

The waiter handed his credit card back to him with a receipt and Logan quickly snatched it and stood up.

"Logan?" Fred frowned at him with concern.

He needed space… he needed to think… he can't think…

His breath quickened. "I'm just… really busy…" he stammered and he was bolting away from there before he even realized it, only stopping when his legs couldn't carry him anymore and he leaned on a nearby wall, panting heavily.

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Logan didn't realize he was crying until Patton wiped his tears gently.

He backed away, embarrassed, furiously wiping his tears on his own. "I… I didn't have the courage to reach out to him again after that… he's probably better off without me anyway…" Logan struggled to finish the story and regain whatever little composure he had left.

"For the longest time I felt like I'm such a shallow 'jerk' who only likes people for their bodies I… I didn't know about… all the different kinds of attractions or how people can feel and not feel some of them… I didn't know what aromantic was or allosexual I just… felt broken and… guilty…"

Logan took a deep, calming breath, skimming through the faces looking back at him. Patton rubbed his shoulders gently in a comforting gesture.

"Hey, it's okay, I promise. Like I keep saying, this stuff is very confusing, thank you so much for sharing." He smiled sweetly at him. "Do you want to go back to your seat? Drink some water?"

Logan took another deep breath and nodded, going over to the table with water bottles behind the circle and taking one before sitting back at his seat. Feeling emotionally worn but also… relieved.

He supposes his original theory was correct then, a fact that made him smile slightly as he awaited the next person to speak up.

#aromantic #alloaro #sanders sides #logan-centric fic #arosidesweek2022 #tw internalized aphobia #cw alcohol mention #cw sex mention #Lily writes #did I base the entire conversation of Logan and his brother over a convo I had with my own brother years ago?#'course not heh...#I'm projecting hard over this fics guys you have no idea #patton sanders

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 6 months

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Healing Ties - Chapter 11

*Warning Adult Content*

It was late afternoon before Yore spotted the peaks of the Farntara Mountains.

The mage's shorter stride had slowed them a bit but not as much as Yore had been expecting.

Now that he was no longer injured, he had a great deal of tenacity.

He walked without complaint, hour after hour and he didn't once ask for an extra break.

That was typically true of most slaves but not, in Yore's experience, expensive Companions.

They were trained to obey without complaint but they were also usually very much not used to those kinds of physical demands being placed on them.

Yore stopped walking and frowned as he looked out at the mountains and then back at the mage.

He had been thinking all day about how he was going to do this and the only way he'd come up with was one he hated very much.

"We have a problem," Yore said.

The mage already looked scared.

"Yes, sir?"

"I can't leave you on your own because you might run away and get into trouble again but I also can't take you where I'm going. Not yet."

The mage nodded along as he listened.

Yore sighed.

"I want to tie you to a tree. And blindfold you. It wouldn't be for long... maybe half an hour. I just need to go and get a friend of mine."

The mage was silent for a long moment.

"You want to tie me up?"

"Yes."

"With... with, um. Do you have rope, or...?"

"I have a shirt and the know how to turn it into something resembling rope."

The mage didn't say anything. He was staring at the ground.

"Is this not going to be okay?"

The mage shook his head.

"No... I mean, I... It will be fine, sir. I ran away last time. You can't know that I won't do it again."

"Thank you for being understanding," Yore said as he started taking his shirt off.

"I wouldn't do this if you really had a problem with it but I'm not sure how else I could resolve this situation."

"I know," the slave murmured, his eyes flicking over Yore's bare chest.

Yore cut his shirt into strips and then tied and braided them together until he had something resembling a rope.

Not a very long one but he could make it work.

"Here, come and sit against this tree," Yore said, pointing to a small tree of about the same thickness as his arm.

"I don't have enough rope to tie you around your chest, so I'll tie your wrists behind your back around the tree. Hopefully the tree's small enough that the angle won't be too uncomfortable in the time I'm gone."

The slave sat down against the tree and obediently put his hands together behind his back.

This didn't feel right but Yore didn't know what else he could do at this point.

"I don't think you're going to try to grab me again but fair warning, I'm much stronger and much faster than you. You were only able to get me last time because I didn't realise what was happening until it was too late. Unless you can do what you did in a split second, it's not going to work."

"I won't," the mage said. "I promise I won't. You don't have to be scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you," Yore said as he began tying the mage's wrists together. "I'm respectful of you."

Though, what he was doing just then didn't feel very respectful.

It felt awful and wrong.

The mage dropped his head and stayed silent and still.

"Thank you," Yore murmured when he was done. "I need to blindfold you now."

The mage gave a minute nod of his head.

Yore folded the piece of his shirt he'd set aside a few times until it was thick enough to fully block the mage's vision and then he tied it around his head so that it covered his eyes.

"How's that? Are the ropes too tight?"

"It's fine," the mage whispered but Yore was close enough to hear the hammering of his heart and he wasn't so sure it was.

Yore sighed as he stood.

He had to do this.

There was no other option that wouldn't put anyone at risk.

"I promise you'll be safe here and I'll be back soon and then hopefully we can get some things sorted out."

The mage nodded.

"Okay, I won't drag this out. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Yore didn't bother walking very far away before shifting this time.

Just far enough that the mage wouldn't hear the sound of him taking off the rest of his clothes and sprinting off on four legs.

He didn't bring his clothes with him.

He would move faster without them and he could get clean ones at The Inn.

Yore preferred being on four legs these days.

His body still ached but the structure of a wolf distributed his weight more evenly and put less pressure on his back.

He played it tough and pretended that it didn't matter but the constant pain wore on him.

Carrying the mage for so long, as light as he was, had made the whole situation flare up even more.

If everything turned out fine with the mage, he would ask Hamish for a massage when he dropped him off.

He always felt a little guilty for asking because he knew it got Hamish wanting things he could no longer deliver.

Hamish had stopped asking but Yore could smell his desire.

But it was Hamish, so Yore didn't feel too bad.

He could always find someone or multiple someones, to take care of his needs.

Though Yore had never given a reason for turning him down, he was fairly sure Hamish had guessed what the issue was by now.

The Inn stood tall, nestled in the embrace of the mountainside.

It was a large, sturdy structure built from stone from the mountain and wood from the forest around it.

Yore never failed to feel fond at the sight of it.

Though it stood on dwarven land, Yore had partial ownership of it.

His people had helped to build it.

Lucas also shared part ownership of it.

He had helped source some of the harder to come by materials.

There was a dwarf cleaning the windows outside and she gave Yore a nod of acknowledgement as she held open the door for him.

He nodded back and entered The Inn on four legs.

It wasn't yet night, so The Inn wasn't too busy.

There were several dwarfs getting an early start on drinking alongside a sprite around half the size of a normal person with purple wings that glittered even where the light didn't hit them.

A strange creature sat at a back table.

It had grey skin and was completely naked but it seemed to be lacking in genitals or even a rectum to cover.

Also, eyes.

It didn't have them, either.

Or a nose.

It did have a mouth, though and it was slowly emptying an entire jug of beer into it.

And there was Lucas, sitting on a stool at the bar.

Yore approached him and prodded his thigh with his nose to get his attention.

Lucas looked down and his face immediately lit up.

"Yore. I wasn't expecting you, buddy. What's up?"

Yore enjoyed the fingers Lucas was scratching against his ear for a moment and then tilted his head towards the stairs.

Lucas drained his cup and stood.

"Okay, let's go."

Yore followed Lucas up the stairs and into the room they shared ownership of.

Once the door was shut, he began the painful process of shifting back into human form.

Lucas sighed and shook his head.

"Doing that in front of me is such a tease."

Yore straightened up onto two legs and stretched out his back.

"You don't have to watch."

"Don't I, though?" Lucas asked as Yore went to get clean clothes from the wardrobe in the corner.

"I get the feeling this isn't a social visit. What's up?"

"I found a Companion in the woods."

Lucas' eyebrows lifted.

"Around here?"

"No, back..." Yore struggled to come up with a landmark Lucas would be familiar with in the area he'd found the mage and failed.

There wasn't much out there.

"Well, a few days walk on two feet to the West, anyway. He won't tell me anything about how he came to be there and I don't feel safe telling him anything until I know he doesn't have any tracking chips or anything in him. Please tell me you have the device with you."

"Of course, always," Lucas said. "We only have a few. Lynna would kill me if I didn't take the responsibility seriously."

"And rightly so," Yore said. "Okay, grab it and let's get walking. I left him tied to a tree, so I don't want to leave him waiting for too long."

"You tied a Companion to a tree?"

"Last time I left him alone he ran away and then when I caught up with him he grabbed me and knocked me unconscious somehow by pulling energy out of me, so there's a bit more going on here."

Lucas grabbed his jacket and followed Yore out of the room.

"Wait, he pulled energy out of you? Companions can't do that. I don't think any mages can, at least not that I've ever heard of. I can't even take energy from you passively."

"I know all of that, believe me."

Yore gave Eltran, who was working the bar, a nod on his way past.

"He admitted to doing it, though and I can't think of any other explanation for what happened."

"May explain why he was out there."

"It may," Yore agreed. "I'm not sure how but I'd bet money it's not unrelated."

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Fanner had been determined to do as he was told, to just sit and wait and endure the situation.

Yore would be back soon.

This wasn't so bad.

He fidgeted his legs just to remind himself that he wasn't completely restrained but it wasn't enough.

His hands were tied.

He couldn't move.

His breathing came fast and panicked as he tugged against the ropes binding his wrists.

Logic had vanished.

He was sure someone was going to come and hurt him and there was nothing he could do because he couldn't move.

And then, suddenly, his wrists fell free as the rope snapped.

For a moment Fanner was just relieved and then fresh terror filled him as he caught the smell of burning fabric.

He brought his wrists up in front of him and felt the loose end where the rope had snapped.

It was still warm to the touch.

What was he going to do?

Yore was going to think he did this on purpose and even if he didn't this was yet another dangerous power Fanner was not supposed to have.

The fact that it was out of his control only made it worse.

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Midnight Plays Azure Gleam: Preamble

So I've decided to "live blog" my playthrough of Three Hopes (or at least Azure Gleam), just for fun and my own future reference. Before I begin, a couple of notes about my hopes, expectations, and reservations about this game. I've tried to avoid spoilers as much as possible, but I've heard some....things through the grapevine, not much of which is encouraging. I'm trying to keep an open mind, but I have concerns that some of my fears that sprung up when this game was announced are going to be proven right.

This will be the first musou-style game I've played. I've been tempted to try one before but never actually committed. Age of Calamity almost swayed me, but I forgot to pre-order it, and after its reception I am eternally glad I did and saved the 60 bucks. That said, I have a friend who loves the genre and sank hundreds of hours into the original FE Warriors just because he liked it for its dumb fun.

I won't list all of my fears here, but my biggest one is probably in regards to Her Majesty (name withheld to hopefully keep discourse out of here). Her redesign rubs me the wrong way; gone is her badass iron lady look in favor of what's basically an armored sailor fuku, and I cringe at it. I'm worried this game is going to go out of its way to "soften" her. Her writing in 3H was already sexist AF, and I'm preparing for it to be even worse here, because the writers are far more concerned with making her a marketable waifu rather than an actually engaging and interesting villain character.

Similarly, a worry that Rhea will get shafted again, especially since it looks like she's not even playable in the main game? Not promising.

I'm anticipating a convoluted "team up" scenario between the three leaders that'll probably leave a sour taste in my mouth, either because it'll break one or all of their characters, or because said team up will be against the Church of Seiros.

I think those are the main ones. So why even buy this game in the first place when I have such glaring reservations? Um...

As for expectations, well...I don't have many. I realize these games exist primarily for fanservice, and that's fine. Keeping that in mind will help curb whatever disappointments will likely crop up. What I said to my friend when the first trailer dropped pretty much still stands: don't do my boy dirty and I'll probably be satisfied enough.

Related, that specifically means keeping Dimitri (and the others) in character. His mental health issues are hard baked into his character, and if they get shoved aside (or magically "solved") in the name of empty fanservice, I am going to be very angry. Even in a spinoff AU, that needs to be respected.

Since this is a fanservice game, some shipping fuel would be welcome. My stupid Dimileth brain will latch onto whatever crumbs are thrown at me.

I think that covers it. Anything else will come up eventually. I'll have my thoughts on the Prologue and Chapter 1 up shortly.

#fe3hopes #few3h #azure gleam #midnight plays azure gleam #blue lions

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How big do you think Steve is....? 👀☕

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I've got like a lot of feelings and thots about this but I'll just summarize them with this... smut, Steve has bde and a big🍆🍆, cumplay, this is like really filthy.

"Yes... um, Captain," Stacey bit her lip, she couldn't help herself. She knew she shouldn't be checking out her friends man but she was sure you'd forgive her. This was Captain freaking America. It would be an injustice to not appreciate his beauty. "What brings you to our little corner today?"

"Um... I'm here to see L/N," blushing a deep shade of pink and rubbing the back of his neck. The bouquet of lillies in his hand, and one of chocolates in another only making him stand out more so.

Stacy chuckled at his misery. "You call her by her last name? Hm... I actually think she'd like it better if it was the other way around."

Steve quirked a brow because he didn't understand what she meant by that. Smiling when he saw you return to your seat. "What're you doing here?" with a sweet smile on your face. Leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips. "It's a nice surprise."

"Just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed the flowers and the chocolates over to you, "And to ask you to maybe have dinner at my place tonight?"

You giggled as you opened the lid of the box, mouth watering at the variety of sweets to select from, "Stevie, we're in a relationship now. You don't have to ask me out every single time." As you plopped a mint one in your mouth.

"It still feels nice to," He said before kissing you goodbye to return to his floor.

You offered some of your chocolates to Stacey, who seemed to be giving you the side eye for some reason.

"Is it true?" She asked.

"Is what true?"

"Does he have a fifteen inch long cock?"

Which made you choke on the coconut that was in your third chocolate. "What the hell?!"

"You gotta tell me. I promise I'll cover any of your shifts for you while you go on getaways with him to like Europe or something. I'll do your boring paper work. Alright, I understand you wanna keep his privacy," she nodded, bringing her hands together, "Just say when," She said as her palms started drifting apart.

"Stop that!" you swatted at her palms. "I don't know how big he is. We're taking it slow." You huffed. Going slow was his idea. He was old school in that way. You had no idea how you had resisted from climbing him like a tree for so many months.

"Listen, girl, it's just that he has major BDE. When he gives those speeches, and those clips of him fighting bad guys, you just know he has a big dick."

You did believe he had big dick energy as well. At a low moment you told him your supervisor was being an ass to you, even calling you a slut once for dating Captain America. You didn't want to burden him with your problems, which seemed to insignificant in front of his, and you didn't want him to do anything brash.

The very next day he paid your boss a visit. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was Captain America or a very powerful man. He didn't need to. He naturally had a very commanding presence. He just gave a long lecture to your boss on how to respect women, after which they never bothered you again.

You'd never admit this to Steve but you literally wanted to jump his bones them. He looked so fucking hot defending your honor like that. He was your knight in shining armor and you'd let him to anything to you.

Not to mention, you could see the outline of his probably long and thick dick in his jogging pants. That one unfortunate morning you agreed to go running with him. The only good thing that came out of it was that you got to oggle his ass and his dick.

You could feel his hands squeezing your breasts over your dress, you broke the kiss to take a look at him. Glassy eyes and cheeks flushed red, his chest heaving because you took his breath away.

"I wanna go all the way, Stevie." You demanded. "I've waited long enough for you."

"You know I could never say no to you, doll. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Which he most definitely did. He must've spent like an hour between your legs, using his mouth and his fingers, worshipping evey inch of your body. You felt him rutting against the mattress but chose not to say anything.

"Wait, stop..." you pushed his head away, your pussy too sensitive after the third orgasm to be touch again as he pouted up at you. You sat up on your butt, "I wanna suck your cock," you said, making grabby hands for it.

"Um... you sure, doll? You don't have to," he was too shy to be naked in front of you. He still had his pants and underwear on. You were going to insist that he take it all off but you could barely handle a shirtless Steve, a completely naked one would probably turn your brain to mush.

"Yes I want it! Do you not want me?" your voice quivering just a little. You knew he wanted you, of course he did. But why can't he be vulnerable with you like you are with him?

"No no," he cupped your face, kissing your forehead, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else in the world. It's just that... I'm big. Before the serum it was pretty average and now... women get surprised a little."

"How big?" you sniffled.

"I guess you'll see," he said, pulling his briefs and his pants down at the same time.

You let out a loud gasp when you saw it. A literal monster cock. "Oh my god...." you breathed out, "I don't think that's gonna fit in me, Stevie.."

It was the biggest you've ever seen. Pink, long and thick, you could even make out a few veins on it, standing tall and proud against his hard abs, some blonde hair at the base of it. Pearly pre ejaculate oozing out of him, which made you salivate.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, angel," he stroked your hair, "That's for me to figure out. You just have to sit there and make good on your promise. Now come on, open up," he tapped his tip on your lips and you opened as wide as you could.

He wasn't even halfway in when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He softly fucked into your mouth, which some sucking and help from you. Holding onto your head lovingly as he spoke about how good you made him feel.

"You gonna swallow it for me?" he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

'I wouldn't let a drop escape.' You wanted to say but it came out all jumbled since your mouth was stuffed full.

Finally you felt ropes of his spend hit the back of your throat. You were naive to think you'd swallow it all. You could barely get half of it no matter how hard you tried, most of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest.

He finally pulled out, looking at his girl so proudly, so eager to please him.

"I'm sorry," you said, as you tried to gather as much of his cummies off your body as you could. It tasted salty, the aftertaste being just a little bit sweet. You wondered if that was because of the serum too. "I promise I'll get it all next time. I'll be more prepared."

"'is not your fault, doll. There's... a lot of it."

"I like that though," you whined up at him as you licked your fingers, "I like it. It means you love me so much you made like tons of goodies for me."

He chuckled at that, pecking your lips, "I do love you a lot."

He made you lie back to make sure you were comfortable, wrapping your legs around his hips, "You tell me if it hurts okay, baby?" he asked to which you gave him a meek nod.

Bracing yourself for the pain. Despite how wet and ready and relaxed you were, it still hurt initially. But you asked him to keep going because you wanted to make him feel good and take all of him.

After a few moments you asked him to move.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Stevie." You beamed up at him.

"Not as beautiful as you, doll." He groaned as he pulled his hips back before rutting back into you.

"Nooo," you whined. This man needed to learn how to take a compliment! "No, your dick is so pretty. It's yours, and I'm in love with it."

"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now."

"Forever?" you pouted.

"Yes, forever."

You looked down at where both your sexes were joined together, "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Captain," you said as you clenched around him, making him bite the crook of your neck.

"Did you just give my dick a petname?"

"Yes, do you like it?" you asked, hopefully.

Steve would rather have you call him Captain. But you seemed so excited, "Yes, of course. You can call it whatever you like, baby."

He was trying to pull out of you to come, of course you wouldn't have that so you pulled him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him.

"I'm good..." you rasped, "got an implant and everything." Which would protect you from having any super soldier babies. "Please come in me."

"How can I say no that," his thrusts became a little more rushed and erratic. You could feel his warm cum fill you up and then ooze out of you as he pulled out.

He tched as he looked at your swollen pussy, "That won't do..." he said as he tried to push his cum inside of you but it was too much for your small cute pussy.

"I've got plugs at my home we can use to keep it in..." you moaned, extra sensitive to his touch then. "Can I have some more of it, please?"

You asked as he scoped your combined juices up with his fingers before feeding it to you.

"Just for now, doll. Next time we'll try that plug idea of yours," he said as he made sure you thoroughly sucked his fingers clean.

#steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you

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Razor: Jealous HCs

Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

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Razor: Jealous HCs

Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.

Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.

God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.

Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...

Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.

Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.

He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.

Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!

You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.

“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.

“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot.

“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused!

“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.

“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.

“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.

“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...

Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.

Yeah of course, friends always, you think

Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.

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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷

I’ve been listening to [ Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.

Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well.

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If I Fell For You (Part 1) - The Nanny

Summary: The reader interviews for a new live-in nanny position with Jensen and quickly gets the job but she starts to slowly see that her new employer is going to be different than any other she’s had before...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Slow Burn

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Please enjoy the first part of this series! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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If someone had said you’d be celebrating your 30th birthday by accepting an interview to be a live in nanny when you were a kid, you would have told them they were nuts. Beyond nuts. Beyond help for that matter.

But there you were. Thirty. Single. Childless. Taking care of other people’s families and not doing much else with your life. You weren’t sure if your mom would have been on you about the no kids thing or the no boyfriend thing more to be honest.

But the pay was normally good and sometimes great and it gave you a taste of family, even if you were just the help to the adults most of the time.

You buzzed the button by the gate at the end of the driveway, a brief moment passing before it opened. It was probably on a timer like most of the people you’d worked for before, an alarm system kicking on at some point in the evening that required a buzz in, the code or a car sensor. You drove down the driveway and parked a little behind a black SUV. The house was a little modern, a little grand, a little overwhelming. A fence and lots of trees surrounded the property. The yard appeared large but you could see houses on either side. Private but suburban.

The cadillac wasn’t a shocker. Most everyone in these neighborhoods had Escalades. You walked past an open garage on the way up, a muscle car and a more modest smaller SUV parked inside. You went up the very short path and stepped up, ringing the doorbell and fixing your shirt. You were in jeans and a plain gray shirt. It was your normal wear for chasing small children around all day and you weren’t a fan of uniforms.

“Hi,” said a very tired, very handsome man as he opened the door. “You must be from Nanny Core.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N from Home Pair,” you said with a smile. He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the door.

“The last girl was from Nanny Core,” he said. He blinked them open and shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Yes, Y/N. You’re the one that’s a consultant, not firmly associated with Home Pair, right?”

“Correct,” you said as he opened the door more and you stepped inside.

“Can I ask what the distinction is?”

“Mostly it has to do with benefits,” you said. “Consultants pay out of pocket for their own or negotiate with their client for those to be covered.”

“Gotcha,” he yawned. You looked ahead and he wiped his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I must seem like an ass.”

“You seem tired is all Mr. Ackles. Not a crime,” you said with a smile. He nodded and he returned it, no fake cheesiness to it.

“Mind if we do the interview in the kitchen over a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Wherever you like, sir,” you said. You took off your shoes when you noticed he didn’t wear any inside and he chuckled as you walked back farther into the house.

“Uh, for the record, call me Jensen. None of that sir stuff. They must teach that at nanny school or something huh?” he said, motioning to a table. “I noticed all of you do it.”

“Something like that,” you said. You took a seat and watched him go to a coffee machine, fumbling with it before he spilled some ground coffee on the counter. He shut his eyes and gripped the counter’s edge, taking a deep breath to himself. “How about I make the coffee and you take a seat, hm?”

“I’m okay,” he said as he opened his eyes.

“Well making you coffee is probably going to come up in my job quite a bit so consider this part of the interview. It’s alright, really,” you said. He glanced over to you and you smiled.

“Thank you,” he said. You swapped places with him and got him a cup going, taking a mug off the counter and waiting a beat before liquid started pouring out. “I’m gonna ask you the same question I’ve asked all seven other women I’ve talked to today.”

“Yes?”

“Why should I trust you to watch my children?”

“Honestly?” you asked as he nodded. You smiled and carried the cup over to him, Jensen taking a long sip. “You shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t. That seems counterproductive.”

“I wouldn’t trust any stranger with my child. Trust is earned, not given. I think the real question is do you believe I’m capable of earning that trust with you and that’s something intrinsically only you know.”

“How so?”

“You meet a lot of different kinds of people with this job. My gut reaction to you is stressed, overwhelmed, sleep-deprived father who doesn’t really want any nanny at all but is forced into this situation. It’s going to be impossible for you to trust any of the seven woman from earlier or me off the bat, Jensen. You should be thinking of who will you come to trust. Who can you count on.”

“This is why my wife should have been the one doing this,” he said, smiling to himself as he drunk down most of the hot liquid.

“We could always re-schedule for when she’s available.”

“Oh, we’d have to wait a very long time for that,” he chuckled. He sat the mug down and glanced down briefly, smiling as he looked up. “She passed away unexpectedly six months ago. Car accident.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said. He nodded and made a face like he wanted to make a comment. “My mom died kinda unexpectedly. I know it’s...harder.”

“You’re young. How old?”

“Turned thirty today,” you said. He laughed and you heard the life behind it, Jensen shaking his head.

“Well Happy Birthday. I meant with your mother though. If that’s okay with you I mean.”

“It’s fine. I was sixteen,” you said.

“That...fucking sucks doesn’t it?”

“So does losing your wife,” you said.

“Yes it does. I’ve grieved. We all have. The kids are small. They’ll be okay.”

“Is dad okay?” you asked.

“Yes. Ready to start moving on with life again,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re kind. Not in a I’m trying to get this job kind of way. Just kind.”

“Well being cruel doesn’t sound like very much fun,” you said.

“You’re not trying to impress me.”

“The first rule of nannying, Jensen. You think you’re interviewing us when in reality we’re interviewing you too.”

“How am I doing so far?”

“Nice coffee choice,” you said with a smile that he nodded at. “You respect people. You’ll employ me but won’t treat me like I’m second class. You’re checking the boxes so far.”

“What if I don’t check all the boxes?”

“You don’t get to know the luxury of knowing the answer yet, Mr. Ackles,” you said. “Interview isn’t over.”

“You got fucked over by somebody, didn’t you.”

“Also perceptive,” you said. “Like I said, I don’t tolerate being treated unkindly anymore. It’s why I left my last position.”

“I have one more question,” he said. “Would you treat my children like they’re your own?”

“Again, asking the wrong question,” you said. He sat back and crossed his arms, smirking at you.

“What exactly should I be asking?”

“Will you treat my children kindly and with respect but take charge when required?”

“What’s the difference?”

“One is me doing my job and the other is me doing yours.”

“How old did you say you were again?”

“Thirty today.”

“Right. Well I think I know where I stand. Do you have anything for me?”

“Can you show me a picture of your kids?” you asked. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “You answered my question.”

“I didn’t show you anything yet.”

“You’d be surprised how many fathers I’ve met don’t carry pictures of their children in their wallets. That one is just a me thing.”

“Your dad do that?” he asked as he tucked it away.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. He was polite enough to not go down that route though and this was already getting more personal than you anticipated. “I think I know where I stand as well.”

“I’d like to hire you,” he said.

“Assuming our negotiations go well, I accept,” you said. He held out his hand over the table and you shook it.

“I did come up with what I thought was fair for salary and benefits. Let me go grab the paperwork and hopefully settle on something,” he said. He excused himself and you looked around the house, already trying to familiarize yourself with things. He was more relaxed when he returned with some papers and a notebook, handing you a few sheets. “If I’m missing anything let me know. I-”

“This is my weekly rate?” you asked when you saw the number at the top of the page.

“Oh no. That’s your daily,” he said as he took a seat. “So I think that’s-”

“Jensen,” you said, pushing the paper back. “I have to ask, things like insurance, are those coming out of your pocket or mine?”

“I’ll cover the expenses of your health, dental, all of that. You just choose and I’ll subsize it as part of your paycheck,” he said.

“This is for a live in position. Um...can you just...explain what makes up that daily rate number?” you asked.

“It’s simply your base pay. Obviously I pay for housing, utilities, gas obviously. I will get you a credit card to make purchases with for the kids and all of that so it’s simple to keep track of. You’re free to any of the food in the kitchen. I’m guessing the salary is the sticking point here.”

“Jensen,” you said as you scratched your head.

“I can go up fifty more dollars a day.”

“Jensen. This is way, way too much money. Way too much,” you said. “The average rate around here is about twenty five an hour or two hundred a day. Jensen this is double that. Are you factoring in like time and a half for additional nights and weekends?”

“No. That’d be on top of that. I thought that was a fair value based on the fact you are going to be taking care of the most valuable things in my life. It’s gonna get taxed too so it’s not like you see all of it.”

“You’re sweet, Jensen,” you said, writing down a number at the top of the page. “The average in Austin is twenty five an hour. I would be very happy with that.”

“You have to literally be the first person in existence to negotiate their salary down from the offer,” he said.

“Are you rejecting my offer?” you asked. He took the paper and crossed your number out, jotting down his own and spinning it back. “Jensen.”

“Y/N,” he said, crossing his arms. “I came down. Now it’s your turn. Do you accept?”

You knew thirty five was still way overpriced for the job, especially considering everything else he was paying for.

“I will accept on the condition that you get four hours of what we’d call evening or weekend at the normal rate ever week.”

“I can agree to that,” he said with a smile, writing that down. “So medical plan. Single, plus one, family?”

“Single for all that,” you said.

“I should mention that there is an in-law suite off to the other side of the garage where you’ll be staying. It’s just down the hall but it has its own small living area and kitchenette. There is a separate entrance to it. If you have guests over I just ask you keep them to your area of the house,” he said.

“Absolutely. I don’t tend to bring people over much anyways while I’m on the job,” you said. He let you read over the rest of the benefits, a good amount of sick and vacation time too. Technically you were free evenings and weekends but he could ask you to work longer if he needed you and you were available. Overall everything seemed in order. “Alright. Everything looks good to me.”

“Awesome. Are you available to start Monday?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. “It gives me plenty of time to move in things tomorrow so I can jump into the kids routine first thing Monday.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll show you around. We can start with your side of the house.” You got up and followed him over to near the front door and down a long hallway, past a set of doors. There was a frosted glass one to your left just before he pushed open a wide white one.

Behind it was a living area and kitchen. Not huge, about the size of a small apartment. There was a TV and sectional, a table tucked against the wall and a kitchenette like he’d mentioned with full size appliances.

“Like I said, I know it’s small. Please like, seriously watch TV out in the family room at night if you want or hang out wherever or the yard or pool. This is just your own space when you want to be away from us.” You hummed and he showed you a closet and then a bedroom and bathroom. It was simple but decorated nicely and looked relaxing. “If there’s something obvious I’m missing please let me know. A cleaning service does come by every two weeks on Tuesdays at around ten in the morning. They’ll do in here too. Otherwise you can keep after yourself. Cleaning stuff is in the laundry room. Oh yeah. Um, this is probably the last time I’ll like, ever come in here unless you need help moving things in since this will be your space.”

“Thanks. I don’t have too much. I do have one request before we sign all the paperwork.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like to meet the kids if that’s alright. There’s not much point in hiring me if they hate me.”

“Fair point. We’ll get ‘em over here and then get you all squared away.”

Monday Morning

“Good morning,” you said, a cup of coffee in your hand already as Jensen yawned.

“Morning,” he mumbled. His hair was a mess and he was in only a pair of boxer briefs before he paused and looked down. “I should probably put on some clothes.”

“This is your house. Wear whatever you normally would. Pretend I’m invisible,” you said as you poured a cup of coffee into a mug for him.

“Sounds like you worked for some real assholes,” he said, graciously taking the cup. “As long as it doesn’t bother you, me walking around in my undies.”

“No, not at all,” you said with a smile. “Would you like me to drop the kids off at school and daycare this morning?”

“Sure,” he said. “Car keys are on the table by the garage.”

“Okay great. I’m used to driving that kind of SUV,” you said. You snuck a look at your schedule you’d printed out again, knowing the twins would get need to get picked up around noon. You started to work on their lunches and snacks for the day while he took out the carton of eggs from the fridge. He cracked one into a pan and turned the heat on, yawning again as he got out some bread and threw it on a plate. “Would you like me to make lunch for you as well?”

“No thank you. I’m getting lunch with my manager today. You don’t have to make me coffee in the morning either, Y/N. Your job is to take care of the kids, not me,” he said.

“A cup of coffee is not difficult, Jensen. My job is to help you so if I can make dad’s life a smidge easier it’ll make theirs better too,” you said with a smile.

“You’re not like, a morning person are you,” he chuckled. “I don’t do peppy in the morning.”

“Oh no. I’m always a little nervous when I start a new job. I’ll get a rhythm down soon,” you said.

“So what do you normally do once the kids are dropped off?” he asked as he got out a spatula.

“On a weekday I’ll review their schedule, see if anything different is going on. An average day like today I will clean their rooms, their bathroom, do some laundry while they’re at school, maybe some shopping. I’ll pick up the twins, bring them home for lunch, a little playtime, a nap. We’ll have some quiet time and maybe a craft or coloring before we get JJ from school. Then I’ll give them all a snack, we can get outside and play to get some energy out. I’ll help JJ with any schoolwork she has while the twins play and then I will start on dinner about the time you’ll be getting home. Since you have no plans currently tonight I’ll leave you guys be at that point until tomorrow unless you ask me for help.”

“So when do you take a break?” he asked.

“Naptime. I’ll have lunch with the twins. Don’t worry about me Jensen. That’s my normal plan but if you would like me to run some errands in the morning I can,” you said.

“No, no. Just…” he trailed off. “I still want to make them breakfast and dinner and play with them too is all.”

“We’ll figure out the right mix of things,” you said. “You just gotta tell me is all, okay? It can vary day to day too,”

“Yeah,” he said, taking his fried egg out of the pan and placing it on one piece of bread. He made a sandwich and took a big bite, looking out the back window. “I never asked. How was your birthday?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dropping some carrots into a reusable bag.

“On Saturday you said it was your 30th. You do anything fun that night?” he asked with a soft smile.

“I got a new job. That was the highlight of my day,” you said, Jensen cocking his head. “I ordered pizza, binged netflix. My normal Saturday routine.”

“I know everybody jokes about 30 but it’s really just jokes. Wait until you’re 42,” he chuckled. “Then you really feel old.”

“Most 42 year olds would kill to look like you,” you said. You shut your eyes and shook your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“It’s alright. I took it as a compliment,” he said, smiling again. “So you did nothing for your birthday, huh?”

“Uh, no,” you said, mixing in some grapes into each of the snack bags.

“I’m gonna get you a birthday cake,” he said.

“Mr. Ackles-”

“I thought I said it’s Jensen. I’m the boss so what I say goes. We’re gonna have a birthday cake for you tonight. So. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Whatever you want is perfectly fine.”

“Y/N.”

“...I like red velvet,” you said. He smiled and chuckled.

“That was my wife’s favorite,” he said. “Haven’t had that since her birthday. She would have liked you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re quite kind to me. She was always protective of me, even if she was the scaredy cat most of the time.”

“Can I ask how…” you said as he took another bite.

“Accident. Tractor trailer versus her car. He tried to miss her but it was too late. I wanted to hate the guy too but it was an accident and I couldn’t blame him for that.”

“My father died in a car crash when I was six. It does get better with time,” you said.

“That’s why you didn’t know if he had a picture of you in his wallet or not,” he said as you nodded. “You’re too young to have that much tragedy in life.”

“So are you.”

“I’m not young anymore.”

“You’re young and overly generous,” you said with a smile.

“Misery loves company,” he said as you both heard a few feet above you running around. “Munchkins are up.”

“You want to make breakfast or should I?” you asked.

“Give me five minutes to get them in some clean clothes. Then I can show you how they like their eggs.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jensen.”

Later That Evening

“Y/N?” said Jensen, knocking on the door to your room. You got up from the couch and answered it, Jensen standing there with a smile. “The kids and I were wondering if you’d like your birthday cake for dessert.”

“You actually got me a cake?”

“I did indeed,” he said. You followed him down the hall and back into the living space, Arrow running up to you.

“Y/N! Are you sleeping over?” she asked as she gave you a hug.

“I live just down the hall now, cutie,” you said.

“Daddy, can we have ice cream too?” asked Zeppelin as he climbed up into his chair at the table.

“Sure thing bud. Girls, would you like some too?” he asked. Both the little ones said yes as he looked back at you.

“I really shouldn’t,” you said.

“We eat ice cream in this house,” he said.

“You don’t have to twist my arm over it,” you said. He got out the container and set it down on the table by the cake, lighting the match on the candle on top. “Oh please don’t-”

He started to sing though and the kids joined in, Jensen having a really good voice actually. You blew out the candle when they were through and he dished up some dessert for everyone.

“Y/N, can you read me a bedtime story later?” asked Zeppelin and you glanced at his father, Jensen making a face.

“Well Y/N’s not at work right now so she doesn’t have to unless she wants to,” said Jensen. “We’re already cutting into her-”

“I would love to, Zepp,” you said, his little face lighting up. “Maybe you guys want to join us?”

“JJ’s a little big to get read to at night I’ve been told,” said Jensen.

“Am not,” she said. “I can get a story too, right?”

“Of course,” you said. You took a bite of the cake and hummed. “This is really good.”

“I bought it myself,” said Jensen.

“Well you have good taste,” you said. “In fact, I’m gonna have another slice.”

“Good,” he said as Zeppelin grabbed the ice cream container. “Alright, alright. You can have a bit more, bud.”

“Night, JJ,” you said, getting a hug from her as you put her back to bed an hour later. JJ smiled from her bed and you flicked off the light, pulling the door shut after you turned on her night light.

“Thanks for giving up your night with them. I didn’t mean to have that happen,” said Jensen as you headed downstairs with him.

“It’s no problem. It’s good bonding for us,” you said. You helped him pick up the plates at the table and wash them off, Jensen grabbing a bottle of whiskey from a tall cabinet as you covered up what was left of the cake.

“Drink?” he asked.

“A small one,” you said. He poured a single into a whiskey glass and slid it over to you, smirking when you took a sip. “Oh that’s smooth.”

“Very,” he said, drinking from his own glass. “Thank you for tonight. JJ’s been…”

“She’s the oldest. She’s gonna have a harder time with it.”

“You were about her age when your dad died you said?”

“She’ll be okay. She’ll miss her but it won’t be a deep pain. She’ll have nice memories of her mom. She’s doing pretty good, trust me.”

“Can I ask another personal question?”

“I’m off the clock. Shoot,” you said.

“Your mom ever...try again with someone else?”

“Yes. Years later she found a good guy. He actually is who I stayed with after she passed. He’s married now, has some kids of his own but I know if I call him up he’d drop everything for me.”

“Good. I was getting afraid you were a complete Shakespeare tragedy,” he chuckled.

“Nah. I’m not at that level of crazy in my life,” you said. “As long as we’re off the clock, can I ask if you’re asking because you’re thinking of getting back out there?”

“I am. My wife kind of insisted on it. When we first got serious we had this deal that we’d go try again if something happened. I mean, I don’t cry everytime I think about her now. I can smile and be happy and that ache doesn’t try to swallow me up everyday anymore. I think it’s time I could get back out there.”

“I’d say it is. The kids are ready. They’ll understand.”

“You think your mom loved the second guy as much as your dad?”

“For sure. She was a bit of a free spirit but she didn’t think you had to have just one soulmate. She told me that after she’d met Ray. She said she got two so maybe I had two out there. I haven’t found either one of them yet so I’ll take increasing my odds as best I can.”

“Well you’re not gonna meet your soulmate sitting at home on Saturday nights, Y/N.”

“Just a lot of douchey guys,” you said.

“Ah. You need to meet a better kind of guy is all,” he said.

“Yeah see I’m thirty. All the good guys are married by now.”

“Oh all of them are taken. I didn’t realize that,” he said with a chuckle. “What am I then? Another douchebag?”

“You don’t count. You’re…”

“Too old for you?” he chuckled.

“My boss. Plus you’re like famous. You can go get like a victoria secret model or something.”

“Looks ain’t everything.”

“Maybe I ought to try older guys now that you say that,” you said.

“Y/N, you gotta be careful with that. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of.”

“And this is why I watch netflix on Saturday nights,” you said.

“You serious about the older guy crack?” he asked.

“I do find them more...attractive sometimes. I guess it depends on how old. Why?”

“I got a friend my age, might be interested?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “No offense to your friend but...I mean if he’s 42...I want kids and stuff you know? Although a dude it doesn’t really matter how old...I don’t know.”

“It was just a thought,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. “He’s not a weirdo, right.”

“No. He’s an actor. Something to think about,” he said.

“I will,” you said. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Jensen. You’re a good person.”

“I bought a cake.”

“Yeah but I haven’t really had one of those in years. You’re a good person.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said as you slid off your seat. “You’re free to hang out if you like.”

“I’m kinda tired. I won’t be getting up that early from now on I don’t think.”

“I completely understand,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv

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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.

“Who!” Steve said angrily.

“Buck!” Sam growled.

“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.

“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed.

Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.

Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.

Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.

He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.

“Buck,” you breathed out.

Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…

“Holy shit.”

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“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.

“So worth it,” he smirked.

“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him.

“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy.

Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.

“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”

“Will do.”

You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.

Goddammit, Bucky.

Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!

Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined.

The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.

“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt.

“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.

Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.

Speaking of ruined panties.

You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.

You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.

Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.

You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.

You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.

“Buck,” you finally moaned out.

“Y/n?”

“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.

“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes.

“Why are you in here?” you asked him.

“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.

“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled.

Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t be, we all do it.”

“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.

“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.

“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.

“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”

Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.

“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”

“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.

“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained.

Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.

Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.

He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”

“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.

“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.

“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh.

“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.

“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.

“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.

“Please,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.

His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.

He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.

“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined.

“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.

Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.

“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair.

“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air.

“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.

“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.

He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.

“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face.

“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.

“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck.

“Bucky,” you breathed out.

“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.

You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised.

You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.

“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered.

“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic.

“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.

He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.

“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.

“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.

“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.

“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.

“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.

“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.

“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”

You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”

“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.

“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand.

“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused.

“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.

“You don’t want to suck my dick?”

“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.

“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.

“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.

“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”

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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.

“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back.

“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.

“Call her,” Tony said.

Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.

“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.

“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.

“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.

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julek · 3 years

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prompt: near-death experience for @whataboutthebard!

rating: G

warnings: disastrous cooking skills, mild food poisoning?

yeah! it's set in my nailed it! AU

The camera’s red light blinks.

“Hello, bakers, and welcome back to Nailed It!” Jaskier says, bright and loud. “The show where, regrettably, everything is possible.”

The camera pans to the contestants, now lined up with their creations underneath a mysterious dome — Geralt, Eskel and Lambert smiling primly at Jaskier, their eyes shining with anticipation.

Jaskier grins a touch too widely. “Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for!” He says with a grimace. “The… tasting!”

Now, the camera takes a close-up shot of the contestants’ faces, capturing the artful bead of sweat running down Eskel’s temple. Then, Vesemir and Yennefer step in beside Jaskier.

“And, as always,” Jaskier continues, gesturing, “I’ve got my beautiful judges joining me on the pleasure of trying your surely delightful inventions— the respectable Vesemir”— who looks disgruntled, having been woken up from his nap— “and the very scary-looking chocolate expert, Yennefer!”

Her smile holds the promise that tears will be shed on the set. She nods at the contestants, and, inexplicably, Geralt looks paler than a minute earlier.

The camera zooms in on Eskel’s face, his flour-covered scar pulling into a smile as the judges approach his table.

“Hello there, Eskel!” Jaskier waves. Eskel waves back. “What do you have for us today?”

Eskel looks at his covered dish with a proud smile. “Something edible, this time. Hopefully.”

“Mmm, edible food— my favorite!” Jaskier says, excited. “Now— you were trying to make this gorgeous sword-shaped cookie, right?” The picture on display shows a polished silver sword with a wooden handle, small details made with royal icing on the sides. It’s covered in melted chocolate and sprinkled with some glitter for a dashing effect. Eskel nods. “Well, let’s see what you came up with!”

Taking the lid off, Eskel presents his cookie.

“Well!” Jaskier says, delighted. “That looks like a sword!” He steps closer. “Well— kinda, in like a cool Picasso-esque way— but that’s neat!”

Yennefer hums. “Its shape does remind of something close to a sword,” she comments. “There’s the grip, the fuller— is that supposed to be the pommel?” She says, pointing to a gold-colored cheeto sticking out.

“Yeah, uh”— he rubs the back of his head — “y’all said to be creative, and I thought— ‘Well, this will knock their socks off’.”

The camera zooms in on Vesemir. He looks unimpressed.

“Well, let’s try it!”

Jaskier breaks a piece of the sword for each of them to eat, and is satisfied with the way the dough cracks. “That sounds baked,” he says, hopeful.

Each of the judges takes a bite out of the cookie, and Jaskier eats the handle, cheeto and all. The face he pulls makes Yennefer cackle.

“So?” Eskel asks, tentatively.

Vesemir speaks first. “The consistency was… tolerable.” He looks at the rest of the cookie on his hand. “As for the design, well. You tried.”

Eskel smiles. Yennefer clears her throat, and his smile vanishes. “Eskel.”

He cringes. “Yes?”

She holds her cookie piece between her fingers. “Did you try to be creative with the flavor, too?”

“...Yes?”

She clicks her tongue. “You put so much vanilla extract I felt like I was licking a dirty coin,” she says, and she tries her best to look apologetic. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier finishes licking the cheeto dust off his finger and gives his verdict. “Eskel, my dear,” he begins, “you know— I shouldn’t be saying this, for, um, legal reasons,” he looks around, as if he’s telling a secret, “but I was rooting for you. So bad.” He puts a hand on Eskel’s shoulder. “But, sadly… the rumors are true. Eating your cookie did feel like licking a steel bar. I’m sorry. We’ll be moving on.”

Eskel nods solemnly. “Thank you, judges.”

The camera follows them as they move down to Lambert’s table. His hair, which had been slicked back as the show started, is now sticking up in every direction, flour and eggs and something that looks like yellow frosting making a mess of it. His hot pink apron is covered in so many ingredients Jaskier doesn’t know how we managed to get any of them inside the bowl. He smirks.

“Hello, judges,” he says, his arms crossed smugly over his chest.

“Lambert, Lambert,” Jaskier croons. “How have you been, old friend?”

Lambert spreads his arms. “Not bad. Surely better than my brother there.”

Eskel glares at him.

“I’m glad,” Jaskier says. “Now, let’s remember what you were trying to make.” The screen behind them shows a transparent bottle filled with a glittery bright-purple concoction, a very detailed light-brown cork sealing the potion. Some purple caramel-smoke surrounds it, giving the cookie a mysterious air. “And let’s see what you did!”

With the biggest self-satisfied smile he can master, Lambert uncovers his plate. “There she is!”

Jaskier blinks. Yennefer blinks. Vesemir’s eyes haven’t been so open in the entire episode.

“Well?” Lambert says, handing them their forks. “Arent’cha gonna try it? It’ll get cold!”

“It… should be cold,” Jaskier murmurs, his voice small. He approaches Lambert’s table. “Lambert…”

“Yes?”

Jaskier makes a face. “Why… why is it so small?”

Lambert’s cookie sits proudly in the middle of the plate, but it’s barely bigger than a button. A purple, glittery button.

“Hmm?” Lambert looks at the original cookie on the screen, then at his own. “What do you mean? I mean, sure, it’s a bit smaller, but I didn’t have any measurements to go by, and—”

Yennefer puts up a hand, and he falls silent. Then, she takes the cookie in her hand, and places it on the pad of her finger. It’s barely bigger than that.

She looks at the cookie, then looks at Lambert.

Lambert looks away.

“Well,” Jaskier says after a long, tense moment of silence. “Should we… try it? Though I’m not sure how.”

Stepping in, Vesemir takes a sharp knife from Lambert’s station and cuts the mini cookie in three, getting his hands covered in glitter in the process. Each of the judges takes a bite of their bite-sized cookie, and then look at each other.

“I don’t know what I just ate,” Jaskier says, confused. “It tasted like something for a second, but then it was gone.”

Vesemir nods in assent.

Yennefer narrows her eyes. “Lambert,” she says sternly.

Lambert tries for a smile. “Yes?”

“Why wasn’t there enough dough for a decent-sized cookie?”

A blush creeps up Lambert’s neck. He rubs his hands together. “Well, you see— um, like I said, the measurements—”

“Is it, perhaps,” Yen interjects, “that there wasn’t enough because you ate the dough as you were making it?”

The camera catches the bob in Lambert’s throat as he swallows thickly. Behind him, on the screen, a clip plays — the hidden camera in the pantry, catching him red-handed, cookie dough on his hand as he pretends to go through the food coloring bottles.

“Lambert,” Jaskier says sheepishly. “We’ll be moving on. Thank you.”

Lambert nods, looking embarrassed, but then, he mouths I regret nothing at the camera.

“Now, Geralt,” Jaskier greets as they approach his table, “you were trying to recreate this beautiful, imposing wolf-shaped cookie.” A picture of the aforementioned cookie appears on a screen behind them, the golden-colored eyes of the striking grey wolf staring them all down. It has intricate details on its fur, and its snout is finely carved from modeling chocolate, the rest of the cookie covered in shaded fondant. It’s glorious. The camera pans back to Geralt, who looks as though he swallowed a stick of butter (he may have — Jaskier couldn’t keep track of every food crime the man committed). “So, let’s see what you made!”

Without much fanfare, Geralt reveals his… cookie.

“Um,” Jaskier says. “Uh— Geralt?”

“Hmm?” Geralt says, innocent.

Jaskier takes a step forward, examines the treat more closely. “Where… um, where’s the wolf?”

The cookie is there, sure thing. It’s a few inches bigger than the original — no problem there — and its color, it could be argued, resembles the gray coat of the wolf.

“Right here,” Geralt says, pointing his finger at… something. “There— those are the eyes”— he shows two bright-yellow froot-loops, which are lost in all the frosting— “and here is the snout,” he concludes, pointing to a brown m&m, smiling valiantly at Yennefer.

The judges take a step back. “Right!” Jaskier says cheerfully. “Now… the tasting.”

Each of them takes a fork, and they dig in. The camera focuses on each of their faces as they take a bite — it captures Jaskier’s face of utter revolt, Vesemir’s reluctant chewing, and Yen’s delicately manicured hand as she spits the cookie back onto it.

“C’mon,” Geralt protests, “can’t be that bad.”

”You just fed us raw dough,” Yennefer says, deadpan. “Raw cookie, Geralt.”

At her side, Vesemir nods.

Disgust clear on his face, Jaskier says, “It was, like, overcooked on the outside, but raw on the inside?” He gags. “Worst surprise ever. I was so focused on not throwing up that I forgot to taste the frosting.”

Geralt purses his lips. “I may have, uh, eyeballed every ingredient. Maybe.”

“Oh, don’t we know,” Jaskier says, dismayed. “God, Geralt, you can’t just— serve this to people. You can’t just hope people won’t die when they try it— Didn’t you try it first?”

“Didn’t you see the way it oozed as you pulled it out of the oven?” Yennefer adds.

Geralt looks at his brothers for support. “I did try it,” he says. “It tasted fine to me. I like it a bit chewy. Like when you make your eggs sunny side up, and then scoop the yolk with a piece of bread?”

The room is silent.

Jaskier looks like he’s about to faint.

“Geralt,” he says carefully, “that— it’s— you don’t— I think I’m gonna be sick.” He walks off-stage, and the camera follows him as he trips over the cables and equipment. “Can I get a doctor over here? I’m feeling a bit dizzy. Also, could we make sure the next contestants can list the main symptoms of Salmonella off the top of their heads? Yeah, write it down, S-A-L…”

#mywriting #the witcher fanfic #nailed it!#what about the bard #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #yennefer of vengerberg #eskel witcher #lambert witcher #vesemir #food mention

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Twelve

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Steve, Sam, bff!Peter Parker

Warnings: language, mentions of smut/sex tapes, blackmail/threatening

Summary: With Tony now on your side, you and Bucky are able to take steps toward stopping your blackmailer — until things take a dark turn.

Author’s Note: Ugh, it’s not as long as I’d like it to be but it’s a good lead-up to the final chapter and I won’t feel so bad about taking forever if I finally get something out there 😖 I haven’t been in the best headspace lately but things are kind of looking up so hopefully I get the conclusion out faster 😞

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You thanked every deity in existence that there wasn’t enough room for you and four grown men in the Jeep because your dad had to drive separately from you, Bucky, Steve, and Sam. Once the doors shut, however, there was one question lingering in the air.

“So… how’d it go?” Sam asked.

Bucky let out a sigh.

“I’m still alive,” he deadpanned.

“Are you gonna… you know… stay that way?” Sam asked slowly.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips at the question. And when Bucky glanced over at you, he laughed quietly too. Which led to Steve chuckling at him and Sam smiling at the way he (unintentionally) relieved some of the gravity of the situation.

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed a bit for the rest of the drive, but you caught him growing tense again when you all met your dad in the underground parking garage. It was the only place in your apartment building with no windows and no audio, but you knew there was video surveillance. There was a chance your stalker had access to the video, most likely through hacking the system, but they wouldn’t know what was being said. As you approached your father, he pulled what looked like two sniper rifles out of the backseat.

“Barnes, Wilson. You’re coming with me,” he said.

“Dad,” you chastised, assuming he was only taking Bucky with him to keep him from you.

“He was a World War II sniper, [Y/N]. It makes sense to have him using a scope to check where this psycho was watching you.”

You were silent in response, mostly because you knew he was right. And you’d still have Steve with you in your apartment, so it’s not like you’d be left alone.

Bucky immediately checked the safety and pulled back the bolt handle to make sure it was fully unloaded. He didn’t expect it to have anything in the chamber since there was no magazine, but he learned to take extra precaution. And just like when he cleared your apartment all those months ago, something about seeing him wield the power of a firearm made you shiver. How very American of you.

“These are all connected to a secure line,” Tony continued as he handed everyone the type of flip phone you had in middle school. “I hope you all remember how to text the old fashioned way because we’re not calling unless absolutely necessary. Considering what was in the video,” his jaw clenched as his eyes shot daggers at Bucky, “there are probably audio and video devices all over the apartment.”

“We scanned for that when we first started staying with her,” Sam said. “I just figured the video was taken before her identity was released.”

What he said just solidified Steve’s assumption. You definitely knew who was blackmailing you.

“It was after,” you said. “It was… that night was shortly after the…” you hesitated. Everyone looked at you patiently, but you could see Bucky take a subtle step away from your dad. He knew when the video was taken. “Um, it was shortly after the, uh, the pregnancy scare.”

All eyes moved to Bucky and Tony. The emotions that flickered across your dad’s face clearly showed his thoughts: shock, confusion, realization... You wouldn’t be surprised if this was the straw that broke the camel’s back; Bucky must’ve had the same thought as he darted to stand behind you.

“The what?!” Tony barked. “You — Barnes! I’m gonna —” He cut himself off and just huffed out a heavy breath, his hands curled into fists by his side and his jaw tight in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Not to make things worse but it takes two,” you said. “I was a willing participant.”

“But did it have to be with him?!”

“Dad!”

“I’m just saying, pumpkin, it could’ve been Parker!”

“He’s a kid!”

“And he,” your dad countered, pointing at Bucky, “is a senior citizen!”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “I’m not having this conversation now. We’ll argue about my taste in men later. Go check out the buildings.”

You twisted on your heel and pulled Bucky down for a very unnecessary kiss. You knew it pissed your dad off, but he was being so frustrating! With a snap of his fingers, Tony got Sam and Bucky to follow him out the doors to the street where they would split up and check out the buildings within view of your kitchen and bedroom to see which one the photos were taken from.

Steve led you up to your apartment so you two could stand in the kitchen for everyone to look for from their respective buildings. You hopped up onto the counter while Steve leaned against the fridge across from you, arms crossed and brow furrowed as your eyes met.

“I think you’re right,” you said plainly. Steve held his finger up to his lips and pulled out the flip phone. You were kind of shocked he knew how pre-smart phone texting worked, but he continued to surprise you.

What makes you say that?

It’s not easy to get in this building. It’s even harder to get in my apartment.

Right as you hit send, a familiar jolt of realization shot up your spine. There was one major thing all of you were forgetting. You leaped off the counter and ran to your bedroom with Steve hot on your heels. In your earlier panic, none of you thought to look for a camera in the bedroom. There’s only one angle that video could’ve been taken from and it would’ve had to be inside your room.

If your memory served you correctly, the camera would’ve been set up somewhere on or near your bookshelf. Steve stood in the doorway while you scanned through all your books. You practically knew your setup by heart, so catching the skinny book that was out of place didn’t take long.

You turned to face Steve as you said, “I don’t have a hard cover copy of ‘Romeo and Juliet.’” You turned back to glare at the book and mumbled, “I actually hate ‘Romeo and Juliet’.”

The book was pretty thin, making it stand out even more in your extensive collection, but the title was written in a clear, elegant script along the spine. It almost made you question your own memory — until you noticed the ballpoint-sized hole near the bottom. The black background made it almost indistinguishable, but when you pulled it from the shelf, the hole was evident. And when you pulled it open, you found wires inside the cut-out pages and a small camera tucked against the hole in the spine.

“That fucker didn’t even clean up after himself,” you spat, throwing the pseudo-book onto your mattress. Steve picked it up and checked it out before calling Peter.

“Hey, if I send you a camera, can you see if it’s being wirelessly streamed to a separate device?” Your head snapped back to Steve at those words. When did the old man become so well-versed with tech? The last you knew, he struggled to take an iPhone video. Just a few months ago, he asked what the difference was between a flash drive and a hard drive.

While Steve talked to Peter, you walked back to the kitchen to see if the other boys were all in place. You didn’t have the scopes and binoculars they did, but you could still take a guess at which building your stalker took the photos from.

There weren’t many buildings high and close enough for that kind of angle and clarity, but the one you eyed most was just a bit to your left and a couple stories above where your apartment sat in your building. It wouldn’t be cheap to get a place like that, which made you start to doubt Steve’s assumption.

As you stood in the floor-to-ceiling window frame of your kitchen, your flip phone started buzzing in your hand.

“Yeah?” you answered.

“Don’t say anything that might give us away, in case there’s a recording device in your apartment,” Tony said. “I’m in the building right across from you but the angle doesn’t feel right. I think your boy toy is in the right place.”

As if on cue, Steve stepped beside you and answered his phone.

“Hey, Buck.”

“Sounds like you’re right,” you said to your dad. “He just called Steve.”

“We’ll meet you in the parking garage.” With that, your line went dead.

“Okay, meet us downstairs,” Steve said before ending his own call. “Buck’s pretty sure he found the apartment the photos were taken from. Sent the address to Parker so we should get contact info soon.”

You just nodded and headed downstairs again. Things were finally starting to look up. You had two new leads on top of anything Peter, Pepper, and Happy had found and prayed they somehow linked back to Steve’s accused.

Unfortunately, your optimism was shattered when everyone met back up in the garage. Before anyone could say a word, your personal cell started ringing, but the caller ID was... Bucky.

No one said a word as you all met beside the Jeep and you showed everyone the “James 🐻” ringing on your screen, resulting in a lot of confused looks. Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket and proved he wasn’t accidentally butt-dialing you, freezing your blood in your veins.

“They’re spoofing,” Tony concluded.

“Answer it,” Steve said.

“Put it on speaker,” Sam added quickly.

You nodded as you pressed “accept,” doing your best to keep your voice steady and unbothered.

“Hello?”

“You’ve really done it now, [Y/N].” The voice on the other end said slowly. They were clearly distorting the sound and you’d bet they couldn’t be traced. They’d never be that stupid. “Have your boyfriend search your name.”

You looked up at Bucky who was scrambling to search your name on his phone… and immediately paled. He almost looked like he had seen a ghost, though you’d argue what he actually saw was so much worse.

“They released the video.”

Your throat constricted as you tried to not literally throw up at those four words. And when Bucky shuffled beside you to show you the top results under your name, you weren’t sure how long you could hold it back. The first page of results was just news articles about your sex tape even though it had been released only 20 minutes ago. You snatched Bucky’s phone and clicked the link to the video and sure enough, it was you and Bucky. Two hours of you and Bucky.

“You son of a bitch,” you practically growled into the phone. “That wasn’t part of your fucking deal.”

“You took away my first bargaining chip so I played my second. And believe me, I’ve got plenty more videos. You two are quite the pair,” the unnaturally deep voice snarked. “But now you also know lives will be lost if you don’t listen. You now have three days or that man and his family die.”

The line cut out then, leaving everyone standing in stunned silence.

“I’ll get Pep on taking down the video,” Tony muttered before pulling his phone out to text Pepper. “We’ll have to swing by a couple banks and pull out the money.”

“Dad, I don’t want you to bail me out,” you practically whined.

“We don’t have any other option, [Y/N],” he snapped. “You don’t have to give a shit about him releasing sex tapes of you and the Vibranium Vibrator,” Bucky cringed at that nickname, “but I know you won’t let that other kid’s family die. We’ll keep trying to track them down, but we have to be prepared.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. If you ended up finding the culprit, if Steve was right, you could just put the money back. Plus, two million out of your father’s billions wasn’t enough to break him.

“Okay, fine. Let’s get ready,” you mumbled.

Steve interjected before anyone moved too far.

“I have a plan.”

#bucky x stark!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #Stark!reader

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gubler-me-up · 4 years

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Ace

Request: Can I get a one shot for the episode 52 pickup with Spencer x female reader? Like with the scene specifically where Spencer is trying to hand out the flyers but none of the woman take one, but reader approaches him to take one along with his number or something? Whatever else your mind can come up with please.

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, @just-call-me-non! Very specific episode request! I had to take an hour out of my day to rewatch this episode to accurately get the storyline across. Hopefully it does your idea justice! (Also, I know this was posted a day late, but I was relaxing all Friday i didn’t forget about your request i swear)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None

Word count: 1.3k

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Another Saturday night out with your girls should have been a blast. Unfortunately, it was packed with embarrassingly entitled socialites and toxic masculinity. The music also wasn’t helping because the DJ couldn’t pick a good song if his life depended on it. If you wanted to listen to EDM house music, you would have just stayed home and played a YouTube playlist full of them.

Due to your boredom, your eyes started to wander around the club as you and your friends were huddled in a corner trying to make the best of the night. Your eyes had landed on something quite interesting though. Or you should say, someone.

A tall brunet with flyers in his hands was talking to a group of women who couldn’t care less about what he was telling them. They looked as if he was speaking a frightfully terrible language by the way their faces twisted. You, however, were intrigued by the sight you were watching and wanted to get a better view.

“I’ll be back,” you told your friends.

“Where are you going?” One asked.

“I think I’ve found something of interest,” you said.

They all followed your gaze to the lanky, awkward guy you were staring at. The women had walked away from him, so he was left with no choice but to desperately try to convince someone to hear him out. They all looked back at you with questionable stares.

“He looks cute, but he seems like one of those awkward, stiff types. How did he catch your attention again?” Another friend asked.

“Thought I should help him out. I wanna see what he’s handing out,” you explained.

You took the last sip of your cosmo before placing it down on the table. You fluffed up your hair a bit and brushed down any wrinkles in your dress. Your friends watched you in amusement as you prepped yourself to go over to him.

“Get him, tiger,” another said followed by a meow.

You laughed at their sarcasm before walking over to him. He had no idea you were walking towards him as he flailed around a single flyer in his hand trying to convince someone to take it. Since he had about 30 more of where that came from you decided to help him out. You grabbed the one he was flailing around from out of his hands to look at it. He turned around to look at you, surprised someone had actually taken it from him. You looked at him with a smile and held up the picture.

“Who’s this?” You asked him.

“Uh, it’s um, this guy we’re-and when I mean we’re I mean my team and I-uh,” he stuttered.

You giggled at him stumbling over his words as he struggled to comprehend why you were giving him the time of day. You looked at the picture as he finally told you about some sort of murderer on the loose. It was a very vague sketch, so you looked at him with a quizzical expression.

“How do you ever expect to find this guy with a picture like this?” You asked.

He awkwardly chuckled. He held up the stack of flyers in his hands so you could see them clearly. He put his hand in front of the scar which was sketched above the man’s left eyebrow. You raised your eyebrows curiosity.

“Well, the funny thing is some witnesses say he had a scar right here,” he lifted his hand up to reveal the scar.

You stared intently at the scar on the drawing. Then he lowered his hand down to cover it again. What happened next made you widen your eyes with amazement.

“And some say he doesn’t,” he said as he lowered his hand down to reveal an image with no scar.

You stupidly grinned at his trick. Your ear-to-ear grin made him smile as he lowered the flyers. You grabbed his hand with the flyers and placed it back up so you could see it again. There was really no scar there anymore.

“How did you even do that?” You asked.

“Pure magic,” he said.

“Okay, magician, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Spencer Reid. I-uh-work for the FBI, so that’s why I’m-”

“Yeah, I heard your reason why you were here the first time. Along with you saying some sort of statistic about men being more likely to kill targeted victims over women who are more likely to kill related victims.”

He looked at you stunned. It seemed as if he was shocked you were listening to him ramble. You may have been looking at the sketch of the person he was looking for, but you couldn’t help but to invest in what he was saying.

“You were actually listening?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’m a sucker for true crime. That’s not to say I want to be murdered in real life, but it’s cool that you do this for a living. You know, saving lives and catching the bad guy.”

A genuine, non-awkward smile appeared on his face. “Yeah, I do something like that.”

“And what do you do when you’re not kicking ass and taking names?” You asked.

He chuckled. “I think kicking ass is more up my colleague’s ally, but I personally don’t do anything interesting. Well, interesting to most people.”

“Surprise me.”

“I like to master different chess moves in my spare time and read. I like reading pretty much anything and everything. Twice.”

“That sounds interesting to me. Maybe one day you can teach me that trick and how to play a mean game of chess.”

Spencer looked at you astonished at the way you kept engaging with him. You were starting to think girls like you or even girls in general never took an interest in his quirky behaviour. To you it was enticing.

“Um, thank you. I’m sorry, I didn’t even get your name,” he said.

You smirked. “How about you give me your number and you can figure it out then. Maybe even discuss each other’s favourite books if you’d like.”

He nodded his head with a tiny smile that slowly appeared on his face. You couldn’t stop looking at him as he did the smallest gestures. He was more attractive than you initially thought from across the club. Every mannerism he did intrigued you more about his character.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“Great. What’s your number?” You asked.

He smirked. “It’s near your heart.”

You looked at him funny as he gave you that riddle. You placed your hands in your dress near your left breast. You felt something at the side of your bra. You took it out to see the ace of hearts.

It was nice meeting you, Y/N.

His number followed right after. You were floored. Not only did he figure out your name, but he also gave you his number in the suavest way possible. He didn’t even have to touch your breasts to do it. That was some respectful magic.

“Now you’re telekinetic too?” You asked.

He shrugged. “Can’t say. Maybe if you call I’ll give you a hint.”

“Can you guess when I’m going to call too?”

“That wouldn’t be guessing, but profiling. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing from you in the next two hours.”

“I’ll make sure I don’t keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “Bye, Y/N. It was really nice talking to you.”

With that he walked into the crowd where he was met by a tall, muscular black man. He put his arm around Spencer and gave him an impressed smile. You giggled as you watched the scene before they fully disappeared into the crowd. You looked back at the ace of hearts and couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe you were starting to have a new thing for quirky magicians.

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kisslettrs · 3 years

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haikyuu characters talking after a fight with their s/o

featuring: lev, kuroo, suna

a/n: first post woo! hope you enjoy this ! ALSO UM. THEY TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT THEYD BE??? ESPECIALLY KUROOS LMAO THEYRE NEVER THIS LONG I PROMISE DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP OR VICE VERSA. also not beta read soz 💔

warnings: none i don’t think? relationship fights ig. oh and angsty with some gushy shit at the end for each of them 💞

→ HAIBIA LEV

you and lev rarely get into fights. only small complains about his behavior and him whining, or friendly petty arguments. but last night was different... I guess you could say.

lev was always pretty immature and playful yeah, but sometimes it felt like he never took anything seriously. it felt as though he never took him and your relationship seriously. especially now, when you decided to confront him about it.

“why are you laughing...?” you asked, staring at him

“i-i’m sorry, y/n honey, i just...!” he said, covering his mouth as a half assed attempt to keep in his laughter.

“lev, i know it’s just in your nature to act like this but I’m being genuine. i’m not joking, please. you’re doing it again! please just listen—!”

you were cut off again by the sounds of your significant other’s laughter, causing all your frustration to let loose.

“lev haiba!”

he immediately stopped, before looking at you in the eyes, his thin pupils meeting yours.

“i’m sorry. but lev, please can you just take me seriously for once?! i love you, but you need to understand that you can’t just—!” you frailed your hand around, motioning towards him, you, whatever this scene was. “—you can’t just do this all the time I—!”

before you could finish, your mind had been too pent up with frustration. “nevermind...” you grabbed your bag, before rushing out the door, not giving him the chance to talk.

fast forward next day, and you checked your phone.

[32 new messages from favorite dork 💝]

you sigh heavily, before letting the cold feeling of guilt claw at the back of your head. you hadn’t mean to make lev worry, you just needed your time alone. although if you did have to be honest with yourself, leaving without a ‘i love you,’ or hell even just a ‘bye’ was cruel.

as you opened your messages, you were bombarded with messages of pleas and apologizes that were sent at 9:21 PM last night, moments after you left his house. the guilt swallowed your stomach again, your hands slowly typing; “it’s ok hun. really. I love you too.” and pressing send.

you threw your phone onto your bed, before deciding to get ready. you and lev never really saw each other much since you two were in different grades, he was a first year, you were a second. you both had to wait after school, or well... maybe moments after. your phone buzzed a few times, but you decided to ignore it. it was too early.

schools over, and you’re walking home. you were gonna talk to lev today, just not now. you didn’t wanna interrupt his volleyball training just for some stupid relationship issue. as soon as you reach home however, you see a familiar tall figure fidgeting on his phone.

“...lev?” you called out, causing the silver haired boy to whip his head around, his eyes lighting up. “Y/N!”

he quickly shoved his phone inside his pocket, before running up to you and embracing you in a warm hug, shaking you a little. “y/n! y/n! i’m sorry for being stupid last night, I’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he was squeezing you tight, and god did it hurt hearing his voice break like that.

“lev, sweetie, i told you it’s okay, really.” you spoke, caressing his back. he seemed to stay still for a moment, before speaking once again. “is this okay? me holding you like this, is this okay or do you... need space?”

you smiled softly. it made you happy lev wanted to make sure he wasn’t overstepping any of your boundaries. you felt your other arm hold him. “yeah, this is okay.” you swore you could feel him smile out of relief.

“i’m... i’m sorry again y/n honey, it’s just hard for me, i don’t...” he paused. “it’s just...difficult for me to handle situations like that.” you nuzzled into his shoulder. “it’s okay, you dork. i understand.” you reassured him again.

“but—!” he pushed back, meeting your eyes. “i’m gonna try...i’m gonna try harder. i’m gonna try to be better, for you y/n! i love you so much... i’ll do my best.” god, this dork. no wonder you loved him so much. you cupped his cheeks. “i’ll do better too lev, i won’t be as mean again. i promise, i love you too, so much.”

and with that, both of your faces met, and the two of you kissed lightly.

→ KUROO TETSURO

you and kuroo get into small arguments here and there like every other couple, and whenever you do you two usually recover quickly. you both like to call them ‘squicks.’

however, that night there was no denying that wasn’t any other normal squick you two had. no, that was a fight.

kuroo and you haven’t had a moment alone that wasn’t just you and him walking back home, and it’s been making you upset. so uh, that night you decided to confront him about it.

yeah it didn’t go well uhh

“i know we’re like, a couple y/n. but honey you have to understand i’m busy. you have friends don’t you? go hang out with them or something.”

“yeah, i know kuroo, and trust me i’m happy for you! but you’ve been so distant, we haven’t had a moment alone that lasted more than 5 minutes for like, 2 months! it wasn’t a big deal then, but i miss you and i’m worried.”

you paused, before continuing. “don’t you wanna spend some time with me? just, for like 30 minutes? don’t you miss me?”

“i do, y/n. i miss you and i love you. but like i said i’m busy with volleyball, you aren’t my top priority right now.”

“it’s been 2 months kuroo!” you shouted, causing him to widen his eyes. “don’t you understand? i’m not asking for your top attention, I’m asking for you to give me 25% of it at least!”

it was quiet for a moment. “sorry.” was all he said, before turning around his eyes focused on the volleyball between his feet.

you felt hurt and frustrated. “you know what? fine.” he immediately went back to look at you, seeing you grab your bag. “see you whenever you feel like to acknowledge my existence, I guess. bye.”

as soon as you touched the doorknob, you could hear him get up and say the words ‘wait, baby wait—‘ but you had enough. you needed to air out your head of the tension and frustration of the house and you left. you felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes as soon as you did.

next day, and you’ve been feeling shittier than usual. as soon as you woke up, you turned to make you lay on your back, staring at your ceiling and thinking; “was i too harsh? am i being too selfish? too clingy?”

you loved what your boyfriend did and you were perfectly fine with him having his time to himself. you knew you weren’t his top priority and he wasn’t yours. but 2 months with little to no communication felt too long. was it wrong to want to spend at least 30 minutes with your boyfriend? was that too much to ask for?

the anxiety raced to your head again. what if you were being too clingy. maybe kuroo had the right to be upset too. you were being too selfish, stop thinking of yourself so often. you curled up into your side. you didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t want to see him in the halls either. you didn’t even wanna check your phone to see if you messaged you.

you decided to skip, staying home, watching TV and playing some games. you couldn’t mentally handle seeing him. at least not for right now.

some time passes by, and your phone is buzzing. you checked the time from the small clock on your wall, seeing the handles pointing towards 4:30 PM. oh wow, after school clubs should be over too.

you grabbed your phone to see who it’s by, knowing deep down it was who you thought it was.

[23 new messages by Hubby 😾💗]

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something...]

[2 missed calls by Hubby 😾💗]

choosing to ignore kuroo for now, you swiped at Kenma’s notification and read the full message.

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something happen with kuroo that youre aware of??? he seemed so much more down than usual during practice.

you: no. we rarely talk anymore because of practice lol I guess.

Kyanma: ???

Kyanma: Did something happen between YOU two?

you: we had a fight. im not really in the mood to talk to him. I skipped school. itll be back to normal in a few more days, sorry for the inconvenience snchsychsj

Kyanma: you two should resolve that. like seriously. hope u two feel better tho, bye✌️

you: we will hopefully lol bye kenma !!]

sighing, you placed your phone down on the small coffee table infront of you, but as soon did, you heard a knock coming from your front door. humming in response, you got up and made your way towards the front door, but decided to look through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some scammer person or creep.

well, it was neither of those two but it was in fact no one else other than kuroo tetsuro. you sighed heavily again, before unlocking the door and turning the knob opening up to your boyfriend.

“hey y/n.”

“hi kuroo.”

you folded your arms, deciding to put up a strong facade, pretending you weren’t mentally screaming and that anxiety wasn’t clawing at your back. “did you forget something or...?”

kuroo brought his hand to the back of neck, awkwardly scratching it. “yeah uh...” he looked around, not wanting to make eye contact. “um. listen y/n.” he made his way to grab your hands, holding them together. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“please don’t touch me. not right now at least...” even though you seemed so desperate for his touch the other night, you really did need your space. kuroo seemed alarmed at first, quickly swiping his hands back, wanting to respect your space. “of course baby! i’m sorry for acting too soon.”

you watched him scramble around a bit, finding it a bit cute. “can I come inside?” he asked. you nodded, and both of you went inside and sat to your coach.

“like I said y/n. i know ive been distant, and ive missed you so much. god, do I miss you. i wanna hug you and cuddle you so bad but volleyball and the nationals have been bugging me i couldn’t have find the proper time. i’m just scared... and I...”

“kuroo.” you said. his head snatched upwards, looking at you. you were gonna say something as soon as he did but the look he gave you caught you off guard. he looked like a cat pleading.

as soon as you pushed away the thoughts of him being stupidly adorable, you continued your sentence. “I understand, and i’m sorry for being too clingy. i just miss you a lot. i’m willing to wait for you, baby.” as soon as you said that, you saw his eyes pierce through your soul. fuck did I say something wrong.

before you could say anything else, it was kuroo’s turn to speak. “no baby. it’s alright, you aren’t the one at fault here it was me. i’m sorry for not listening to you that night. i’m gonna be a better boyfriend, i’m gonna be the boyfriend you deserve through and through.”

fucking idiot, i’m the one who was supposed to say sorry, not you! You didn’t say anything for a moment, before laughing lightly. “babe? i love you but i have to be the one who takes at least, 50% of the fault. it’s okay, i love you and i forgive you. and i’m happy for what you’re doing and how far you’ve come.” you placed your hand on his. “you can touch me now.”

his eyes immediately lit up, his lips curving into a smile and you swore you could see tears start forming in his eyes before he launched himself onto you. “my god y/n, how did i get so lucky. i love you so much, i love you so much.” he hugged you tight. you laughed. “i love you too kuroo. so much, i love you so much. i’m the lucky one.”

he pulled away and brought you to a kiss. before you could respond, he asked, “are you free saturday?”

→ SUNA RINTARO

while suna and you disagreed on a lot of things from time to time, you two usually both came to a mutual agreement and it wasn’t anything big.

but lately he seemed even more off than usual. communication was such a huge thing between both of you, but he seemed to just not be...cooperating?

suna is someone who doesn’t like expressing his emotions. and as his significant other, you felt like understanding him was a priority. but you just didn’t sometimes and it made you worry. him being distant did not help.

one day when you decided to bring it up, the situation got a bit... out of hand

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. “i don’t know. suna i care for you, and you just never helping me understand makes me extremely upset! i know it’s hard for you, but...”

you could feel him roll his eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going on about y/n,” he looked at you. “but really, i’m fine. do you not trust me to talk to you or something?”

“no..!” you denied. “listen. youve been getting more and more tired each day and i could tell. you’ve been ghosting me too.”

“...what?” he basically hissed it. “i’m not an asshole y/n. nothing is wrong. why do you keep trying to butt your head into my life every second?” his voice began to raise.

this was rare. even when he did raise his voice at you, it was never filled with negative intent but this time...

“i can take care of myself, y/n. i don’t need you and your noisy nose in my business all the time. sorry if you feel like you’re on baby sitting duty, but you really don’t need to be so clingy and emotional all the time...”

well damn. his words hurt. a lot.

“sorry for caring for you then, damn...” you grumble under your breath. you quickly grabbed your house keys and bags. he perked his head up. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t reply. “y/n!” you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest and stomach, before opening the door and leaving.

as soon as you woke up, your head hurt more than usual. those words must’ve hit you deeper than they should’ve, huh?

maybe i was just being too clingy, you thought, and those thoughts hadn’t left your mind the whole morning. whatever, you’ll just apologize after school.

you haven’t seen suna at all that day, not on the walk to school, not in the halls, not in his classroom. he was... nowhere. when you went to the volleyball club after school, asking if any of the members had seen him all of them replied with a simple ‘no.’

kita specically had been giving you long glances ever since you arrived. once you finally reached him, instead of denying seeing your boyfriend, he told you, “he wasn’t in school at all i assume. maybe he’s at home.”

home? why would he be home? maybe he was feeling sick...

you bowed and thanked him and the rest of the teammates before leaving. on your way home, you decided to stop by a connivence store and buy him his favorite snack, chuupet. or well, just jelly fruit snacks. you bought 2 packs for you and him, hoping it was a good time to apologize.

you walked up to his house, knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by his mother. “ah~ greetings y/n!” you smiled lightly and gave her a wave. “good afternoon! say, is rintaro home?” you asked. she nodded, moving to the side as a way to invite you in the house. “he should be in his room!”

“thank you!” you bowed quickly before making your way up the stairs. as soon as you passed by his sisters room, there you were infront of his. with your free hand, you lightly held a fist and began knocking on his door.

“suna? rintaro?” you called out. you would call him by a sweet pet name but remembering last night, you didn’t wanna break any boundaries. the room was quiet, and though you really didn’t wanna disturb him, you wanted to make sure he was okay. as soon as you did, however, you were greeted by a sight that broke your heart.

suna rintaro, the boy you loved so much, had his hair messier than usual, his eyes seemed red from crying and he was up against his bed frame, his phone in his hand. when he looked up, he saw you, his eyes widening.

“...y-y/n?” you stood there frozen. “rintaro...honey my god,” you quickly went up to him. “what happened?” you looked at him, his gaze looking down. you wanted to hug him so bad, but yet again, that argument you had last night prevented you from anything.

“hey. listen, sweetie. i got your favorite.” you held up the 2 bags of jelly fruit gummies. “it’s gonna be okay, okay? i’m here.” he was just looking at you, not saying anything, before muttering something under his breath.

“huh? what was that? i didn’t hear you hon, what’s up?” you asked, making sure to keep your distance. suna choked back a sob, before launching himself onto you, almost knocking you into the ground. “w-woah there!”

“y/n... i’m sorry i’m so sorry. i’ve been so frustrated with school... exams... volleyball and i’ve missed you so much but i was so tired that night! i lashed out on you but i didn’t mean any of it. i promise, i promise, don’t leave me please.” he sobbed quietly, his head resting against your forehead. when you looked up, you could see him squeezing his eyes shut.

wow, this was even more rare.

you brought your arms to his neck, embracing him. “it’s okay rintaro. shh, it’s gonna be okay. i love you and i’m sorry for being upset, i just worry about you.” you rubbed his back lightly as he continued sobbing, allowing you to give him a few kisses on the cheek, neck and forehead. “you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay honey. i love you so much.” you repeated.

suna never showed his emotions much, but he seemed to have a lot of pent up anger, sadness and confusion up in him, and he let it out for an hour infront of you, there to comfort him.

as soon as he stopped, you and him were snuggling on his bed watching whatever was on his TV, eating the fruit snacks. he leaned onto your head. “i love you...please, don’t leave me. i’m sorry.”

you bumped your head back onto him. “stop apologizing. i keep telling you it’s okay.” you giggled lightly. “please sweetie, talk to me so this doesn’t happen again.” he only nodded silently, before drifting to sleep in your embrace.

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