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[javierpena-inatacvest]

You're My Home

Summary: You and Javi have both had one of those weeks where no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to go right. It only takes so long before something stupid makes the both of you snap. When Javi confesses to you what's been putting him on edge, you find a way to make it up to each other.

Word Count: 4.9K

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap before u tap), vaginal fingering, creampie, angst, PTSD (poor Javi has a panic attack but you help him through it), hurt/comfort, makeup sex (!!!!), bad communication but apologizing/forgiving each other, mentions of food/eating, reader wears Javi's shirt and is carried by Javi, fluff fluff fluff bc you two are so in love with each other it hurts

This can be read as a stand alone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

A/N: I don't know what's been in the water that has me so compelled to make something angsty, but here we are!! Once I started writing this I quite literally could not stop, and it turned out to be one of the most intimate things I have ever written 😭🥺 I love these two sm

It had been a week. 

A long fucking week. 

One of those weeks where it felt like no matter how hard you tried, everything just felt… off. You had just started volunteering to run the Alma Pierce Elementary School drama club, which had you staying an extra hour and a half after school every Monday and Wednesday, on top of preparing for Parent-Teacher Conferences next week. You loved your group of students this year, but holy shit, were they chatty, and the past few days you felt like you might as well have put a cardboard cutout of yourself at the front of the room and left, because your class had absolutely zero interest in paying attention to you. To top it off, you could tell that Javi was having a bad week too. You hadn’t seen much of each other the past few days, with you working late and prepping for conferences, and Javi working on a new project the department had dropped in his lap without notice. Even though you lived in the same apartment, you had felt like strangers this week. Sure, you’d had off days before, but the two of you were always open and honest with each other, seeking comfort and safety in the other's presence, knowing that you were both there for one another, through good times, and bad. 

But this week was not like those “off” days. Something about it had felt tense, cold, even. You hated it. You hated every second of it. The two of you were never like this. Javi was your best friend, yet somehow, sitting in the same room, you still felt a million miles apart. Every interaction that you’d had left a worse taste in your mouth than the last- snapping at each other over stupid things like unclosed containers in the fridge or leaving towels on the bathroom floor. The worst was that Javi just could not seem to let things go, his presence feeling overbearing, almost bossy, with everything that you did. 

“You left the iron on while you were getting ready, you’re gonna burn down the fucking aparment.” 

“Double check the locks on the door, you forgot this morning.” 

“If you don’t fix the bath mat before you get in the shower, you’re gonna break your goddamn head open.” 

Even worse than that, when you tried to politely remind Javi about something, or do something helpful for him, he had been a complete asshole to you. 

“Yes, I can remember to clean it up after I’m done, I’m not fucking 8 years old.” 

“Jesus, I know we need more coffee creamer, you put it on the grocery list and reminded me twice.” 

“I can put away my own laundry, just let me do it.” 

It felt like he was breathing down your neck, the fly in your ear that just wouldn’t go away, and it made you want to scream. You had considered yourself to be a pretty patient person- working with kids, you had to be, but this week, Javier Peña seemed to be testing every ounce of patience you had left in your body, and you were about to run out.  

Your Friday night routine with Javi normally consisted of the 3 same things every week

Javi picking up pizza from place down the street on the way home from work

Eating the pizza and watching a movie 

Pausing said movie to have sex, finish watching the movie, and then fall asleep on the couch. 

On this particular Friday, you had a very strong suspicion that none of those 3 things would be happening tonight. When you came home, you practically collapsed from exhaustion the moment you got through the door. Dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes, you crawled your way to the couch, completely collapsing in its cushions, taking a few deep breaths to try and regain your composure from the hellish day it had been. You finally mustered up enough strength to get up and change out of your work clothes into something more comfortable before sulking around the apartment, making yourself finish chores that had seemed to go neglected all week. Javi was normally home a half hour after you, but as you looked up at the clock, he was 20 minutes later than usual. It wasn’t long before another hour had gone by, leaving you absolutely starving, unable to wait for the dinner Javi may or may not be bringing home. You scavenged through your fridge and pantry, pulling out sauce and spaghetti to make yourself pasta to at least tide you over. 

When Javi got home two hours past his normal arrival, you were shocked by the smell of pizza that filled your apartment as he walked through the door. You were even more shocked by the reaction he had to seeing the pot of noodles you had left out on the stove while you sat at the kitchen table to finish report cards to hand out at conferences. 

“Did you already fucking eat?” His tone was sharp and brash as he dropped the pizza box on the kitchen counter. 

“Well you’re home two hours later than normal, Javi. What was I supposed to do? Not eat? I’m more than capable of fending for myself if you’re not here with pizza.” You could feel pressure in your stomach rising, clenching your fists to try and hold in the last bit of patience you had. 

“That’s not the fucking point. You know I always get pizza for us on Friday, you know I’m bringing you dinner, I can’t help that things have been a shit show at work and I’m still trying to at least do something to take care of you.” 

Take care of you? Nuh, uh. That was the last straw. 

You stood up out of your chair, palms flat on the table as you glared at Javi. “Take care of me? Seriously, Javi? Like I’m some sort of helpless little puppy that can’t fend for themself? I am more than fucking capeable of taking care of myself, and this whole week you have been acting like I am literally incapable of doing anything in this house. Listen, I can tell things have been shitty for you at work, and this week has sucked for me too, but every time I try to go do something nice for you, something to actually help take care of you? You’re already halfway down my goddamn throat, telling me to stop or fix whatever it is I’m doing.” Your heart was racing, blood pumping through your veins so intensely, you could feel your hands begin to shake. 

“Because it’s my fucking job to take care of you!” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as you stood with your hands on your hips, laughing at him in the least humorous way possible. 

“Your job? Your fucking job? You don’t think I’m capable of taking care of myself? That’s fucking great. So you can take care of me, but I can’t take care of you? Yeah, that makes sense. Un-fucking-believeable. I don’t know what the fuck has been going on with you this past week, but I can’t do this right now. I’m going on a fucking run.” You stormed to the door, throwing on your shoes as you white knuckled your keys in your grasp. 

“You fucking hate running!” Javi yelled, clenching his jaw before burying his hands in his face. 

“I don’t fucking care!” You grunted back, deliberately slamming the door behind you as you sauntered down the stairs of your apartment to the parking lot. Javi was right, there was no physical activity you hated more than running. You weren’t really sure what your plan was, just that you couldn’t stand there fighting with Javi anymore. You could feel the adrenaline flowing through you, enough to make you pick up your feet and actually begin sprinting down the sidewalk. You just kept running. Running until you could feel your sides begin to hurt, until your eyes began to sting from the tears welling behind them, until your chest felt like it was collapsing in on you, making you stop in the middle of the cement pathway in a full on breakdown. You could barely catch your breath, sobbing, as your hands dropped to your knees, your body trembling with each pathetic whimper. 

What the fuck were you doing? Why was Javi being like this? Why were you being like this? Why won’t he just talk to you? Why can you just not make things right? Why was the one person you loved more than anything in the world the one who was making you feel like you’d been run over by a semi-truck? 

Wiping your tears and snot with your sleeve, you took a deep breath and turned around to head home, determined to get to the bottom of whatever was causing you to both suffer through the worst week ever.

“Javi?” You peeked into the apartment, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?” He answered, his voice still sharp, making you wince as you walked over to the couch where he sat. 

“Javi… Javi what’s going on? I can’t do this anymore. If I did something to make you mad, I’m sorry, I just-” 

“Fucking work has just been a shit show, okay?” He snapped, cutting off your sentence. “I’m going to bed, I’m fucking exhausted.” He sighed as he got up, storming his way down the hallway, leaving you there alone on the couch, your bottom lip quivering as the tears began to stream down your face again, leaving you in a silent, sobbing heap on the couch. 

You waited a while before getting into bed with Javi, entering your bedroom in its already dark state to avoid crossing paths while the two of you finished your nighttime routines. You crawled into your comforter, eyes still red and puffy as you lay back to back with Javi, without so much as even a good night, let alone, an “I love you.” 

You could feel yourself stirring, tossing and turning in your sleep as you rolled over, outstretching your arm to an unfamiliarly empty space. You turned over to face Javi, now finding yourself wide awake at the fact that he wasn’t there next to you. Immediately, you shot up, calling out his name as you got out of bed, wondering where the hell he was. As you made your way into the hallway, you whispered his name once more before hearing the sounds of heavy, labored breathing coming from the living room. You rushed in, finding Javi sitting on the floor, his hand grasping at his chest with a look of pure panic on his face. 

“I feel like… Fuck, I feel like I can’t breathe. My heart is beating so fast.” He whimpered between his shaky breathing and sobs. “I just- I just kept seeing it over and over again in my head and I woke up and it still wouldn’t go away. Every when I wake up, it’s like it’s fucking haunting me. I feel like something’s crushing my chest. Baby, what’s happening?” He gasped as he looked up at you, helpless and desperate.  

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. You knew exactly what was happening. 

Immediately, you climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself around him as tightly as possible, stretching your arms as widely as you could around the broadness of his body. You tried to slow your breathing down, taking long inhales and exhales as you held him. “Just breathe, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe, I promise. I’m here. Deep breaths, okay?” 

“Osita, I can’t- Fuck. Fuck, fuck.” His voice was trembling, each word low and labored as he grasped at the back of his shirt you had draped over your back. 

“I know, baby. I know. I know it’s scary. I promise that you’re safe. I’m here, okay? Just breathe. In and out. I’m not leaving. You’re safe with me, I promise it will be okay.” Even though your heart was shattering, you did everything you could to be the calm in his storm, whispering your reassurances in your soft, sweet voice. Slowly but surely, you could feel the intensity of his breaths lessen, the rising and falling of his chest easing as he grasped tighter at your shirt, pulling you closer to him. 

“It’s okay, Javi. It’s okay. Listen, I’m gonna ask you to do something, alright? It’s gonna sound stupid but it’s gonna help.” You could feel him nod against your chest, his sobs finally beginning to slow. “Can you open your eyes and tell me 5 things you see?” You felt him lift his head, looking up at you, his face wet and red as his deep brown eyes locked with yours.

“Fuck, um, the- the wall, the carpet, the uh, um, the couch, shit, the TV, you. I can see you.” 

“Okay, perfect. What about 4 things you can touch, like feel in your hands?” You smiled gently at him as his breathing was now at a near normal rate. He raised up his arm, wiping his damp face with his palm. 

“My fucking wet face.” The both of you smirked, bringing you relief that Javi was already half laughing. “The carpet, my shirt, that always looks better on you than it does on me. Fuck, I can feel your skin, it’s always so soft. I love feeling it.” He ran one of his hands along the bare skin of your thigh, his fingers grasping at your flesh. 

“You’re doing great, baby. How about 3 things you can hear?” 

“Um, the cars outside, the fan, I could feel your heartbeat when I was on your chest.” He pressed his head back against you, raking your fingers through the ends of his damp curls, sticking to his forehead from his panicked sweat. 

Okay, almost done. What about 2 things you can smell?” You asked, running your fingers along the nape of his neck. 

“Your shirt smells like laundry. No matter how hard I try it just always smells better when you do it. And your shampoo. It always smells so sweet and fruity, it’s my favorite.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hand gently tugging at the ends of your hair, twisting his fingers through it. 

“Okay, last one. Something you can taste.” He lifted his head, looking at you as he slid the hand in your hair to cradle your jaw, cupping your face. 

“You.” He rasped, his lips barely pressing against yours, feeling the hot breaths between your mouths as they met. He pulled back, pausing for a moment before he spoke. “Baby…I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. This week has been all my fault. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this and I was scared. I was so fucking scared.” 

“Javi, it’s okay. Please, I just want to be here for you. You know you can tell me anything, okay? I love you, Javi. I love you more than anything. I know it hurts to talk about the things that scare you the most, but it’s even scarier watching the person you love hurt so badly and not knowing what to do to help them. I don’t care what it is, baby. There’s nothing you can tell me that’s gonna scare me away.” The look on his face nearly broke you. You could tell he was so hurt. Hurt by whatever had been haunting him. Hurt by the fact he wasn’t okay. Hurt by the fact that he had hurt you. 

“The project I’ve been working on this week… It all started because of how bad things are getting across the border in Mexico. A mom was out with her kids and they were all shot in a hit and run accident between two people making a drug trade. It was only an hour from here. I watched so many people do so many fucked up things that I thought I would never have to worry about again once I got home. And even if I did, I was going to be the only person I needed to worry about. But I couldn’t stop imagining that mom with her kids was you. You and our future kids. Every night since that fucking case file got set on my desk, I wake up to the same fucking nightmare of me running down the street, trying to grab you, push you, do anything to get you out of the way, but every fucking night I’m never fast enough. All I can do is watch as that bullet goes through you and you fall to the ground. I can’t let it happen to you. What if something goes wrong and I can’t protect you? I couldn’t fucking live with myself. I just want to keep you safe Osita. I’m so sorry. I love you too much to lose you.” 

Fuck. 

It wasn’t long before you were crying with him, squeezing him tightly once again, pressed against the warmth of his bare chest. That’s what had been going on. That’s why he had been so overbearing. That’s why he hadn’t been the Javi that you’d known and loved this week. On the night he’d told you the worst of the things he had seen and done away in Colombia, you had seen how his eyes had filled with regret, remorse, even anger. But this was different. Never once in the time that you’d known him had you seen Javi so scared. The look in his eyes when you found him sitting on the floor was one of pure terror. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like, waking up night after night to the image of Javi slipping away, let alone coming to grips with the reality that you couldn’t even fathom, and he knew far too well. Javi knew you had no problem sticking up for yourself. You were strong, tough, and fiercely independent- those were all things he loved so much about you. But those things weren’t enough to protect you from the dangers that haunted his past, or the terrifying reality of the present. 

Through the silent cries of your sobs, you felt Javi’s hand under your chin, lifting your head to force your eyes to meet. “Osita, I’m so sorry. Pease, please forgive me. I’ve been so lost in my own world this week because I’ve been so scared about what could happen to you. I had my head so far up my own ass that I thought I was doing everything I could to try and keep you safe in any way that I could, and instead I’ve just been a fucking dick to the person I care about more than anything in the world. I don’t wanna fight anymore, I fucking hate it. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

You draped your arms around his neck, your fingers tracing small, gentle circles along his back as you stared back at him. “I didn’t know, Javi. I didn’t know you were so scared. I’m so sorry. I don’t wanna fight anymore either. This has been the shittiest week. I missed you. I missed my best friend.” He pressed his hand against the back of your head, cradling it in his palm as he hugged you tightly. “You just have to promise me something, okay?” 

“Anything. Anything, baby.” 

“You have to promise me that you can’t keep all of this in. You have to promise me you’ll talk to someone about it. Me, your dad, people at work, Steve, a therapist, someone. There are so many people who care so much about you who just wanna help. You’re the strongest person I know, Javi, but it’s okay to not be strong sometimes.” He let out a long, shaky breath, darting his eyes down at the ground, the Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. “You promise me?” You asked again, grabbing his face in your hands, swiping your thumb along his wet cheeks. 

“I promise.” 

In that moment, it was like the two of you could feel something in the air change. The tension lifting, the frustrated fog fading, the both of you desperately needing the other to know how sorry you were for the way you had acted. You found yourself face to face, eyes closing as your mouths came together in the most gentle, tender kiss. But even as your parted lips barely pressed against one another, you could practically feel how desperate you both were. 

“I love you.” 

Even though you whispered it against the soft, unshaven stubble of Javi’s cheek, it feels like you’re screaming it, determined to make sure he hears those 3 words as they fall from your lips, that he knows how much you mean each one, every second of every hour of every day. You can feel the heat in your chest as his hands grasp around the small of your back, pulling you closer as your bodies melt together, the tension straining in your muscles dissipating with each second he pulls you closer. 

“I love you too.” 

It felt like suddenly, all was right with the world again. The Javi you knew and loved had come back, returning home to you. All of the fear and sadness was replaced by a rampant desperation to know how much you needed him, almost as much as he needed to show you how desperately he craved you, too. The tingle built at the base of your spine as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his hand creeping further up your belly, pressing against the curves of your sides. You raised your arms as his fists balled up the worn fabric, carefully lifting it over your head as his hot breath ran against your neck, leaving gentle, tender kisses along your newly exposed skin. Your hands pressed against his hips, tugging at the waistband of his cotton sleep shorts as he locked his arms under your legs, bringing you both to stand as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back, the skin of your bare chests brushing against each other as he carried you toward the bedroom. Each kiss of your parted lips was like a plea, begging that the other would forgive you, that despite the way you had treated each other there was no one in the world that you loved more, that you would rather be with right here, right now. 

Crossing the threshold to the bedroom, Javi leaned his body over the mattress, carefully placing you down in the warm, tangled sheets of your bed that had felt so cold and harsh only a few hours ago. You looked up at Javi standing at the end of the bed as he nudged his shorts off of his hips, leaving him exposed, the clothes now pooling around his ankles. Crawling over you, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, the only thing left on your body after your shirt had been left behind in the living room. You lifted your hips, helping him shuffle the fabric down your legs as he ran his hands along the meat of your thighs. He leaned over you, the temples of your foreheads pressed against each other as his fingers danced along the skin of your bare legs, barely grazing against your entrance. You could already feel the slick of your arousal pooling under his touch, the calloused pads of his fingers ever so gently tracing up and down your folds, making you shutter. 

“Javi... Please.” Your voice trembled as Javi nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You gasped as you felt the thickness of his fingers heedfully pushing themselves inside you, arching your back against the bed as his thumb delicately pressed on your clit. Each thrust of his hand in and out of your heat was dragging and deliberate, the rubbing of his fingertip along your sensitive bundle of nerves making your moans muffled against his chest. Every touch of his hand made you feel better than the last, but there was something primal about the way that you needed him inside you, how you ached to feel him buried deep in heat, to feel every inch of him. “I need you. Please, I need you.” You whimpered against his skin, making him lift his head to look at you as you watched the chocolate brown of his eyes grow darker with lust. He worked in silence, removing his fingers as he stroked himself, making your cunt throb in anticipation as you felt the tip of his cock stroke along your entrance, a moan escaping from your parted lips as he guided himself inside you. 

“Fuck…” He whispered, pushing himself in further, inch by inch, before bottoming out, his tip bumping against your cervix. You wrapped your legs around his back, doing anything you could to bring him closer to you, trying to melt your bodies into one and hold him so tightly you could never let him float away again. You dug your nails into his muscular back as he began to thrust in and out of you, taking his time with each stroke, as if he was savoring every sweet moment. “I love you, Osita. I love you so much, baby. Gonna make you feel good, okay? I promise.” It was like you could feel his words with each stroke, the promise that had fallen from his lips burying itself deep inside you with every rock of his hips against yours. Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your mixed moans and skin hitting against each other. Even when no words escaped from your mouths, it was almost as if you could hear each other through the sounds between the two of you, coating your walls. 

I love you. 

I need you. 

I’m so sorry. 

His palm pressed along the sheen of your skin, snaking down your body to rub against your clit, intensifying the throbbing that you already felt growing between your legs. With each thrust of his hips, his cock pounded deeper into your heat, hitting the spot within you that had the arousal beginning to pool intensely within your belly, that creeping familiar feeling building at the base of your spine. You dug your nails deeper into Javi’s skin, grasping for the damp curls at the nape of his neck, your whimpers growing louder and more desperate with each stroke as you could feel yourself beginning to crumble beneath him. 

“Javi, pleaseee. Bab-ahhhhh, I’m so close.” You felt your cunt begin to clench around his length, making him moan as each push and pull of hips became more intense, punching against your g-spot and making your writhe under his touch.

“I know you are, Hermosa. Cum for me baby, cum all over me and show me how you’re mine.” 

His words make something inside you snap, making you shake and your body tense as your arms and legs tightened their grip around Javi, crying out his name as your orgasm rushed through you. His lips met yours, swallowing your moans as his pumps became frantic and sloppy, only taking a few more before he was chasing his own high. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking perfect. Te amo más que a nada. Soy tyuo para siempre. (I love you more than anything, I’m yours, forever.). Fuck, I’m gonna- shit- I’m- ahhhhhhh” With one last push, you could feel him throbbing inside you, spilling against your walls, pumping every last drop of himself inside you as he slumped into your body, your hearts racing, chests rising and falling as one. The two of you laid there for a moment, your bodies tangled in each other, letting each of your breaths sync as you came down from your blissed out highs. Javi hissed as he turned over to pull out of you, making you whine at the loss, before rolling over to lay your head on his chest. You could feel his arm wrap around you to pull you in closer, his fingers tracing along your shoulder blade as you draped your arm across his stomach. 

“I guess that’s one way to make up for this shitty week.” You giggled as Javi shook his head, joining you, the both of you glad to hear the sweet sounds of each other's laughter for the first time in much too long. “Can we never do this again? I never wanna fight like that ever again. These last few days have sucked without you.” 

“Never. This was the fucking worst. Never again. I promise.” He kissed the top of your head, burying his nose in your messy curls as he held you just a little bit tighter. 

“Okay.” You smiled against his warm, tanned skin before looking up at him. “You wanna know the worst part?” 

“What, baby?” 

“I didn’t even get to eat any of that pizza.” Javi chuckled as he shook you playfully in his grasp, making you squirm and snicker as he held you. 

“There’s still some left in the fridge. Let me go get it and you can tell me all about your week, okay?” He kissed your forehead as he pushed himself out of bed, making his way to the door. 

“Okay. We’ve got a lot to catch up on, I didn’t even get to tell you how I had to call Mark’s mom in the middle of math because he stuck a crayon up his nose yesterday.” The both of you snorted as Javi looked back at you. 

“I can’t wait to hear all about it.” 

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[asterias-record-shop]

hi friend!

i was wondering if you could please write a fic where ethan finds the reader’s diary and finds out all the stuff they’ve been thinking about? smut if you feel comfortable or inspired for it, thank u! (no particular kinks at all, whatever suits you or you feel comfortable writing)

i really appreciate ur work so much, the past two things i’ve requested have been wonderfully done 🖤 thank u!

—𓆩[dear diary]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Brother’s Best Friend! Enemy! Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, maybe slight angst?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.5K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ethan and your brother had been best friends since before they could walk. You and Ethan hated each other before you were even born. You hated him, everything about him from his stupid hot face to his stupid hot body to every single fucking part of him that was fucking stupidly hot, and you expressed this in your diary. And of course, that stupidly hot fucking idiot read your diary.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - NON-GHOSTFACE AU || older Ethan || age difference (like almost 2 years, Ethan is 20 you’re late 19) || again, brother’s best friend || you write in a diary || lots of sexual tension || Ethan’s popular with your brother || playful banter || sexual fantasies || I named your brother || both consenting parties || behind your brother’s back || cursing and foul language || multiple orgasms || multiple positions || choking || cumming inside || sex while on the phone || degradation & praise || self degradation || mentions of pregnancy || 

Ethan coming over always made you pissed off. Him and your brother Jacob were always loud and never shut up, they always did something stupid because your parents were never here at the beginning, and Ethan never stopped bothering you when your brother wasn’t in the vicinity.

Which was exactly what was happening right now as you stood in the kitchen, spooning food into your mouth.

What you wore was not bad to be wearing in your own goddamn house, but it might as well have been Ethan’s house too with how much he was over here because of family problems. Just some normal gray sweats and a shirt that truly fit the question you always asked Ethan, “Who the hell invited you?” with no bra underneath.

You damn well weren’t going to let Ethan take you out of your comfort clothes.

They were loud as they came in, laughing and talking as you rolled your eyes. Of course your peace was now ruined.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” Your brother smiled at you, walking over and pressing a quick kiss to your temple as you finished your food. “Had a good day?”

“I was,” you respond, glaring at Ethan who sends you a grin as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Thought you guys weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

“Wanted to surprise mom,” he said as he reached up to grab some snacks from the upper shelf, yelling as he walked to the living room. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“It’s an off day,” you say, voice pinched and full of annoyance as Ethan tilted his head. “What?”

“Your tits look nice.”

You threw your spoon at him, rolling your eyes as you put your bowl into the sink that was sadly right next to him. Turning on the water, you could feel him staring at you as you rinsed off the bowl and put out your other hand. “I need to wash it.”

He hummed, taking the spoon that still has remnants of what you were eating before putting it into his mouth and licking off what was on it. At first, you thought it was absolutely disgusting, but then it turned hot. Oh, so stupidly hot.

Ethan pushed the spoon under the hot water, rinsing it before pushing you slightly with his hip to the side to make room, grabbing the other sponge. “It’s literally a spoon. Fucking weirdo.”

“What was that? Tasted good.” He looked over at you, winking with a wide grin. “Sweet and… perfect.”

“It was sweet cream and berries, you perv,” you shot him another glare as you quickly rinsed the bowl, settling it on the drying rack before turning. “Tell Jake that I’ll be in my room.”

“Yeah,” Ethan watched you as you walked up the stairs, slightly biting his lip with every sway of your hips making his eyes go side to side. “For fucks sake.”

You paused before you moved down the hall, tilting your head. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You scoffed, fully thinking he said something stupid as you went into your room, despising the fact you didn’t have a lock on your door. Digging in the drawer next to your bed, you first took out the blanket before your diary with a lock on it, then took out the false bottom that hid your vibrator.

You inhaled as you laid on your stomach, lifting your butt up before sliding the blanket in between your legs in a mound before changing into some shorts and sliding the vibrator in between your folds. You let out a hum, settling yourself on top of the mound before opening up your diary and turning on the toy between your legs.

It was nice, your hand slightly shaking as you wrote down the lewd thoughts you had of Ethan fucking you from behind, forcing you to look at his phone as he took a video of you both, paying extra attention to the way you begged and drooled around his cock. His best friend’s little sister that had been dreaming of his dick for who knows how long, this diary being the main source of where you let your thoughts run rampant.

Just the thought of him forcing your face into the bed, keeping your ass up as he pounded into you from behind, one hand holding his phone to videotape you as the other pushed into your open mouth, forcing you to gag and drool. Just the thought made you rut your hips into the blanket, biting into it as you set down your pen, humping the vibrator to get it against that perfect spot.

You could feel your stomach start to tighten, holding back loud moans by biting even harder into the sheet, continuously rolling your hips to get the vibrations in just the right place. Oh, you could just picture him slamming his hips into you repeatedly, moaning into your ear before thrusting his hips forward and cumming so deep inside of you that he would have to scrape it out of you with his long, nimble but thick and perfect fingers.

You had written about being his cumdump before, his breeding whore and freeuse slut that would be there for him at any point – there to suck his balls or gag on his dick, kneel in front of him for him to use your mouth or bent over the table or couch for him to use whenever they want. Oh, for fucks sake, the thought had you pushing the vibrator deeper against your cunt and bucked your hips forward, quickly coming undone.

You inhaled as you bucked your hips, quickly reaching down to turn the setting lower to ride out your high before turning it off. Quickly, you reached for the disinfecting wipes and soap before standing and shoving the blanket back into the drawer before closing your diary. No one would come into your room anyways, so there was no need to lock it or hide it.

Squeezing your thighs together, you carefully walk out after attempting to close the door, rushing as fast as you could to the restroom. After doing your business and carefully cleaning yourself up, you do the same to the toy.

Ethan had come up the stairs, noticing the open door to your room and looking around. Your brother had gone to the store to pick up some snacks and such, but had just texted him that the closest store didn’t have what he was looking for so he moved to some other stores.

This left Ethan bored, and you were certainly the perfect person to play with that night. Truthfully, you were the only person he wanted to play with, and not in the way that other people might think. For fucks sake, how could his best friend’s little sister be so hot?

His brow ruffled when he didn’t see you in the room, looking around before seeing the book on your bed. It makes him smile, walking toward your bed and opening it up with a laugh. Oh, he was definitely going to use this against you, the words fuck and pound immediately jumping out at him.

As soon as you walked in, you saw him, reading your diary as though it was a biblical text. “So that’s what Jacob L/N's little sister is… a cock hungry whore, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as he stood up, throwing your diary to the side as he leaned his phone against your bed’s headstand, the ding of the camera making you swallow. “E-Ethan, I didn’t-”

“For fucks sake, I know you want my dick, so just shut up,” he starts undoing his jeans, smirking at you. “What are you waiting for? Come choke on my cock.”

You hated him and his stupidly handsome smirk as he quoted your diary. Fuck him – which you were about to do.

For fucks sake, how much did this man read? He had pushed you into over five positions — each time making you cum over and over again on his cock. He had already cum inside of you twice, both times in a position that had his cum spurting so deep inside of you that you could feel your stomach bulge. Oh, and how could you forget when he forced you onto your knees and pushed his cock into your mouth, cumming at least twice and continuing to use your throat like a fleshlight until mixed cum and saliva trailed down your throat.

For fucks sake, you never thought being a whore for your brother’s best friend would feel this good.

“Hey, why do you look so fucked out, hm?” Ethan was teasing you, a smirk on his face as he held the phone in front of your face, his other hand shoving his fingers knuckle deep into your mouth. Your drool was dripping down his hand, a wicked grin on his face as he kissed against your ear. “Say it. Say it’s because your brother’s best friend is fucking you like you’ve always wanted him to.”

You squealed around his finger as his hips started to speed up, loud slaps of skin against skin and your cum filled cunt squelching lewdly. His balls slapped against your ass, his mouth hot and wet pressing kisses to your skin, his words already making your eyes water. “Say it. Say how good I make you feel or I’m not going to let you cum.”

You choked as he shoved his fingers farther down your throat, pulling his hand out so you could inhale deeply. “E-Ethan, Ethan! I feel so good, so fucking good, don’t stop! Please don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He laughed as he wrapped his hand around your throat, the page you wrote about him choking you finally coming into memory as his hand starts to squeeze. “Say how long you’ve been dreaming about my cock. How long you’ve been dreaming about me fucking you.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his thrusts got harder, the bed squeaking as your body goes limp, your torso falling into the mattress making him basically growl. “No the fuck you’re not,” his hand moved from your throat to your hips, forcing you to stay up as his thrusts got slightly sloppy, an indicator he was going to cum soon. “You think I’m done? I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pussy for way too fucking long to be done. I’m going to use your perfect little cunt until I’m satisfied, now fucking say how good my cock is making you feel. Fucking say it!”

“Fuck, Ethan!” You screamed out, sobbing as the camera zoomed in on your face, your mouth a drooling mess and the tears from your eyes truly adding to how much of a whore you were. “So good, I feel so good, Ethan! You’re making me feel so good, treating me like a slut, I feel so good!”

Ethan groaned as he kissed against your cheek, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t fall forward before his phone started to ring. He cursed as he stopped moving his hips, a whine coming from your lips before he gave you a soft kiss. “Give me a minute, darling, you’re doing so perfect for me.”

You smiled as he answered the call, humming. “Hey Jake! What’s up?”

Oh, but then he rolled his hips.

You rushed to cover your mouth, eyes rolling back as his cock slid in and out of you, a soft groan falling from his lips. “Oh, me? I’m just… entertaining myself. Oh yeah, me and Y/N are really… bonding.”

The rolling starts to turn into shallow thrusts, Ethan laughing. “What? Y/N loves me, I don’t know what you’re even talking about! Oh my- you know what? You go have dinner with your parents and I’ll keep Y/N company. Hell yeah, by the time you guys get back, we’ll be fucking besties.”

Or you would be pregnant. Either one worked.

“Alright, see you later man! Oh, you wanna talk to Y/N? Here she is!” He leaned down, holding the phone to your ear as he started to thrust. Oh, you couldn’t even focus on his words.

“Y/N, seriously, everything’s okay, right?” Jacob spoke, tilting his head as Ethan grunted softly, his thrusts getting faster as you let out a high pitched hum.

“Yes! Everything’s fine, perfect!” You say, choking as Ethan hissed, his hand on your hip squeezing as you felt the knot in your stomach clench, your cunt squeezing his cock as you neared your orgasm. “Everything’s just- fuck!”

You cursed as he slammed his hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening before releasing as you came, his thrusts getting faster as he chased his high.

“Y/N, I swear to fucking god, if Ethan’s fucking you-”

“N-No, I just hit my knee, I swear!” You lied, gasping. “Have fun with dinner, I love you, see you soon, stay safe!”

You rushed to hang up, thankful that as soon as you hit that red ‘end call’ button, Ethan slammed his hips forward and let out a broken moan as he came inside of you. It was enough to make you scream out, finally falling forward and humming as he panted against your shoulder. He kissed against your cheek softly, humming. “You did so good, honey… Did I make you feel good?”

“So good,” you whisper back, gasping as he quickly moved you to lay back against your pillows and peppered kisses against your face.

“As good as you thought it would be? Or, wrote about?”

“Oh shut up!” You laughed as you pushed him away, sighing. “Yeah, just as good.”

“Well… guess that means I need to take you out,” he bumped his nose to yours, laughing. “Doesn’t it?”

“Guess you didn’t read the first page,” you whisper, humming as you cup his cheeks. “‘Cause that was the first thing I’ve ever wanted you to do.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “This was still good, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it was so good.”

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‘Tis the Damn Season

Stark U #6

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, you’re too drunk, you’ve basically avoided Bucky and Steve for six months and the last person you’d want to meet at this party just happens to be yelling in your face. The panic attack is inevitable, really.

Pairing: college!Steve Rogers x reader, college!Bucky Barnes x reader, college!Sam Wilson x reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: so much angst, past SA, alcohol, talk about violence, Christmas celebrations, things finally start to happen, kissing :)

A/N: Happy holidays to anyone who celebrates and to those who don’t, I hope you have a good few days anyways <3 This is the first I’ve posted since July which is awful of me so sorry

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You didn't see them all summer. The day after your last exam was over, you bolted back to your hometown and spent the entire summer selectively ignoring messages from Bucky and Natasha and Steve and Sam asking what you were doing and how your summer was going and maybe you could all meet up and go somewhere and—

It's December now, and every goddamn day since June you have been trying to figure out if what Bucky said to you when you were sick was a fever-induced hallucination or if he really, actually, said that he wanted you to take his last name someday. It made you panic, because the entire spring term you tried to convince yourself that your feelings towards them were batshit crazy and any inkling to them feeling the same was a delusional reach, grasping for crumbs that in reality were just friendly gestures. And then he says that.

"She's just practicing her future last name, Stevie."

So, yeah...things have been weird. Three months have passed since classes started and none of you want to mention what happened right before summer break. Actually, with each day passing you feel more like maybe it was just a hallucination or a very vivid dream, because both Bucky and Steve act like it never even happened. Bucky even had his mouth latched onto some blonde sophomore at a dumb, stupid frat party on Halloween. You went home right after and cried for two hours. But it's not hard to conclude that even if there was some spark or connection or anything beyond friendship with either of them before summer, it has died out completely.

The subject will probably never be broached. You're too scared of confrontation and definitely too scared of revealing unreciprocated feelings for that to happen. The slightly tense atmosphere in the loft is entirely your fault—your lack of communication with anyone in the group during the summer has made them a little confused, you guess. You mostly spend time in your room, giving excuses of studying and talking with parents on the phone and 'I'm just tired, sorry'.

Spending too much time with Natasha scares you too, because she reads you so well and you don't want her to know how hurt and unhappily in love you are. She'll try to do something about it and then Steve and Bucky will catch on and then you will end up rejected and labeled as crazy, because who the fuck falls in love with two people?

That doesn't mean you've managed to avoid her. Living in the same apartment as her definitely makes that hard, but just the fact that she won't let you makes it impossible. Last week she even broke into your room when you had it locked, because apparently she knows how to pick a lock open in under ten seconds. She absolutely knows something is off, but so far she hasn't brought it up.

Natasha is the sole reason why you're now standing in the backyard of some rich kid's house just off campus, surrounded by smoke from cheap cigarettes and fairy lights hung up between the trees and one too many shots of vodka in your blood. It's December utterly and thoroughly—there's snow on the ground but people still haven't accepted the fact that wearing their short dresses and tank tops without jackets does not work anymore. Ice drops hangs from the tree where you stand, listening to Natasha talk with a drunken girl looking for her phone.

It's fun, sure. Not the worst party you've been to and not the best either. You talked to the girl you've been sitting next to in History class earlier for almost twenty minutes. Got free vodka. It's Friday and you don't have any exams to study for. None of that makes you forget that things aren't the same.

"Nat. Nat." You poke her shoulder repeatedly, obnoxiously probably, until she glances over her shoulder with a slight glare.

"What is it?"

"I'm gonna get 'nother drink. Inside," you tell her, pointing with your thumb towards a hedge even though it was meant to be the door. Natasha seems to understand anyway.

"Okay. Don't wander off too long. And come back here right after."

"Yes, ma'am." You give her a half-assed salute before turning around, swaying slightly in your step. It's the uneven and slippery surface of the snow-covered ground, you tell yourself.

There's a lot of people here, is what you note as you push yourself through the seemingly endless crowds of the living room. You kind of hate that they haven't played a single song you like and if Steve was here he would agree, because he doesn't listen to any music made after the internet was born. Bucky would then make fun of Steve and you would laugh and everything would be right in the world. Instead you're pressed to kitchen drawers of a dark kitchen, cheap vodka mixed with soda running down your throat.

The kitchen is crowded too, but either way it's a respite from whatever the hell's going on in the living room. Jumping up and down and calling it dancing (you were doing the same the hour before). You're too drunk to be miserable about everything happening in your life this entire term and much too drunk to feel the absolute atrocious taste of your drink.

In half an hour you will probably throw up and tomorrow will be spent nursing a horrible hangover, but those consequences seem insignificant right now. You just keep thinking about the image of Bucky shoving his tongue down someone's throat that wasn't yours. It was heartbreaking. That he's not here is a good thing, because you'd either witness the same thing again or actually bring it up to him, and that's much worse. God knows it's only a matter of time before Steve does the same thing.

Someone pushes into you, forcing the liquid from your cup to spill from the confines of the red plastic onto your dress. It's black, so it doesn't really matter, but the alcohol still seeps through the fabric until it reaches your skin.

"Shit, fuck—"

Your hand tries to somehow dry your dress by fanning the fabric, which obviously doesn't help very much, and the paper towels placed on the counter in front of you escape your drunken mind completely.

Fresh air and icy winter winds are the only options, so you push through and stumble into people on your way outside. It takes a lot longer than it should. You can't really see much considering the dizziness and darkness inside, but somehow, magically, you are eventually dragging your way towards Natasha who stands in the same place as before.

"Nat. Natty—I spilled. Look."

The black dress with the now wet patch is lifted towards her by your hands, highlighted for her to see. You sway as you tell her.

"Jesus, you can barely stand straight," Natasha answers with a stabling hand to your shoulder, shaking her head to herself instead of focusing on the very urgent fact that you spilled on yourself.

Natasha turns to the girl she's talking to, saying something you can't bother to decipher, before stepping aside with a guiding arm around you.

"We gotta get you home before you embarrass yourself for real," she mumbles underneath her breath.

"I heard that," you whisper, a loud hiccup following. Whoops.

She rolls her eyes, fishing her phone up from her pocket.

"Who—who you writing? To?" you ask, slightly aware that your sentences lack correct structure but not really caring. As long as the message comes across, right?

"I'm texting Steve. I can't drive and you sure as hell can't."

Even in your state, panic instantly sets in over the mention of his name even though you live in the same goddamn apartment.

"Nooo. No Steve."

Your hand grasps for her phone. Nat pulls it away from your reach much quicker than you can comprehend.

"Yes Steve. You're a mess and he's the only one with the patience to take care of this level of drunk. I don't care that you're avoiding them for some stupid goddamn reason," she tells you.

"Nat," you whine. "He can't see me. I spilled!"

She just glares at you. "I swear to god, Y/n...nobody cares that you spilled your drink. I can't even see it."

"I'm so drunk!"

"Yeah, I know. Just—just stay here, okay? I'm going to get you some water so you can sober up by the time your precious Steve comes for us."

Natasha is heading inside before you can process her words. Waiting in place for a few minutes turns into an eternity in your mind. She should know better than to leave you unattended and then expect you to stay—really, it's her own fault. You will accept no blame if Nat gets mad at you for going inside again. It's cold and you need to go to the bathroom. Also, you're mad at her. Telling Steve to come get you? That's just...embarrassing.

Once again you're shouldering your way past people on about the same level of intoxication as you. There's a bad remix of a Christmas song playing loudly. Makes you wanna punch whoever's phone is connected to the speaker. The bathroom is so, so far away. It's something the architect of this house should've thought of before he put it at the very end of this long hallway you're currently making your way through, but clearly he didn't have you in mind.

"Fuck! Watch where you're going, asshole," some girl seethes at you as your shoulder nudges against hers. A nudge is an exaggeration—you brushed against it at most. She's probably an aggressive drunk, that's all.

You don't answer, instead fumbling for the door handle to what you believe might be the bathroom. Some couple is making out in here, the girl with her ass planted on the edge of the bathtub and the guy nearly devouring her face. Doesn't look very pleasant, if you're honest.

"Out. I need to pee."

Your hands find their way to their shoulders, ushering the lovesick pair out of the room without much protest from either of them. They're still making out as they walk out.

Despite your less than sober state, you manage to remember to lock the door after they leave. Some of the mascara that previously inhabited your lashes has moved down to rest under your eyes. You rub it away, smudging it slightly, but it just makes you look a little more like one of those cool girls you always see on campus. It will do.

You kind of want to throw up, but decide against it. That hasn't happened since you were a freshman, and you'd like to keep it that way. Staring at yourself in the mirror occupies your time in the bathroom instead, swaying slightly with your hands placed on the cold sink. If Steve saw you now he would be so disappointed. At least you imagine he would be—that fatherly look on his face as he tells you how you need to be more mindful with your alcohol consumption. Did you even watch who poured your drink? Never go anywhere alone at a party. Especially not a frat one. You know better than this, Y/n.

Steve's imaginary voice is interrupted by someone banging on the door, shouting for you to hurry the fuck up. It's been over ten minutes, but to you it just feels like three, and Natasha has been looking for you ever since she returned to the garden with a glass of water in her hand and no one to give it to. It's not her banging on the door, unfortunately, but instead a dickhead guy who has no patience. Can't a girl spend some time alone in the bathroom doing nothing anymore?

The guy glares at you as you push the door open, stumbling out into the crowded hallway while paying him no mind. It's dark save for the red LED-lights plastered on the walls, making it feel like a seedy dive bar instead of a seedy house. You don't see much.

"Hey! Hey, you—the girl with the black dress!"

Someone pushes their way past the people talking and making out and leaning against the walls, shoving through them as he searches for your attention. Of course, you don't really think it's you he's after. Half of the people at this party are wearing black dresses.

A clammy hand finds purchase on your shoulder, halting you in your less than gracious steps and turning you around with ease. Head tilted back, gaze running upwards until they settle on the face of a quite attractive guy. He doesn't look pretty happy to see you. You're not very happy to see him either.

The blood drains from your face, stealing away all that alcohol-induced heat within a second as his curly hair and green eyes look down at you with that same contempt he had when Sam dragged him away from the kitchen almost a year ago. You had hoped you never had to see him again. It was a naive thing to wish for.

"Y/n, right?" he asks bitterly. You don't answer, but he takes your silence as a yes. It was probably a rhetorical question anyway. His slightly crooked nose was perfectly straight the last time you saw him. His face is committed to your memory, burned in to taunt you on sleepless nights and everytime an unknown man walks a little too closely when you're out alone. "Your little boyfriend broke my fucking nose. You know that?"

Another rhetorical question. Definitely more threatening. Might be the tight grip he has on your arm too. Either way, his mere presence has apparently stripped away your ability to breathe normally. It feels like you've been running to the point of nausea, dark spots dancing before your eyes as he shakes you in attempt to get an answer.

"You ruined my fucking reputation. For what? I barely touched you. Such a sensitive fucking bitch, going around telling everyone that..." His voice trails off, ushering you into a quiet corner when he realizes people are staring. "Got nothing to say now, huh? Been so good at running your fucking mouth before, haven't you?"

"Let me go," you whisper, voice wavering. You don't sound assertive at all, instead weak and fearful. It's what you feel, as an upbeat, slightly bad cover rendition of "All I Want For Christmas" booms through the house. Girls shrieking in excitement over in the living room reaches your ears. You would have joined them if you weren't currently cornered by the guy who assaulted you in your own kitchen a year ago.

"No, we're going to fucking talk. What the fuck were you doing, going around saying shit like that about me to everyone?"

"I...I didn't..." Your lips part between words, breathing out shakily, trying to articulate sentences long enough to make sense. Why can't you speak? Why can't you even think?

"You didn't what?" he seethes. "You're such a fucking bitch, you know that? Acts all innocent and hides behind her friends. My nose is fucking crooked forever because of that fuckhead you sent after me."

Is it the alcohol that renders you this goddamn useless? There's just tears springing to your eyes, unable to say anything in defense of yourself. Can't even walk away.

He pushes you against the wall, knocking the breath out of you. To other people it probably looks like you're hooking up. At least that's what you hope they think, because otherwise you want to wonder why no one is intervening.

"Joshua, please let me go," you tell him again, even more pathetic this time. You're crying now, curled in on yourself in attempt to make yourself as small as possible.

"Fuck, you're so—"

"She told you to let her go."

The assertive, familiar tone booms through the hallway. It doesn't really, can probably only be heard by the people around you, but it feels like it when Steve's tall figure pushes through with hasty steps towards where you and Joshua stand, followed by a glaring Bucky with his jaw clenched so fucking tightly. A sob of relief is drawn from your lips, muffled by the back of your hand.

Joshua steps back instantly. Kind of funny to think that he's so scared of those two, and sad to think that he only respects a 'no' when it comes from men.

"Nice nose job," Bucky speaks up, pointing at his own nose as he stares at Joshua's crooked one, courtesy of the damn good punch he managed to land with his left fist all those months ago.

"Fuck you," Joshua growls, taking a step forward in attempt to appear more threatening or something. He doesn't really succeed—both Bucky and Steve towers over him in both length and build, unrelenting in their stance. As if they're stone walls keeping out the enemy.

Steve rolls his his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh. "Just get out of here. Don't go near her ever again, you hear me? Bucky's glad to fix your nose otherwise. Break it right back. Can't promise the result will be very good, though."

Bucky stands slightly behind Steve, raising an eyebrow in Joshua's direction that tells him there's not even a trace of a lie in the blonde giant's statement.

"You—fuck this." Joshua throws his hands in the air, aiming the most distasteful glare over his shoulder in your direction, before pushing past Steve and Bucky with a shove.

Your body instantly deflates, the tension melting off your limbs as you close your eyes and lean back against the wall. Gentle, firm hands instantly reach your cheeks, your arms, searching for any trace Joshua might have left behind on your body.

"Hey, hey. Y/n, are you okay? Did he touch you? Sweetheart, look at me."

Bucky's voice draws you out of the anxious, panicked state you slipped into, fluttering your eyelids open to see his worried frown and an equally worried Steve looming behind him. Wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes greet them, pupils dilated from the alcohol.

"Y/n, are you hurt? How long have you two been talking?" Steve adds, looming over you in such a way that his large frame blocks out any of the colorful lights plastered on the walls.

They already know you're drunk—Natasha was the one to call them here to get you, after all. Maybe your silence and obvious intoxication makes it clear to them after a couple of seconds that an answer from you is a few minutes away, a few miles of distance from this foggy, packed house. Nothing more is said or requested from you. Instead your trembling form is led away and out into the biting cold by gentle hands belonging to your friends. Even your slight shock can't shield you from freezing your ass off as soon as you get out into the fresh air again, teeth beginning to chatter within the second step on tightly packed snow.

"What the—where the hell have you been? I swear to god, Y/n, I was gone for two minutes! I've been looking for you everywhere!" an angry Natasha yells, running perfectly towards the three of you down the slippery lawn to where Steve is currently helping you into the backseat of his car.

"Nat," Steve says, giving her a pleading look that silently tells her it's not the time for a scolding.

"What? I told her to stay put when I went to get her a glass of water and she just disappeared out of nowhere. Slippery motherfucker while drunk, I swear she'll be the death of me—"

"Nat," he repeats, sternly this time. In that tone only he masters, silencing even the most eager tongues with a single exhale. "She met Joshua. And she's not okay. So please, leave your yelling for tomorrow and get in the car."

Steve holds the passenger door open, gesturing for the seat beside Bucky. He's turning the key, letting the car warm up properly while he clutches the wheel tightly. Natasha's irritated frown turns into a concerned one, nodding silently before slipping inside. Steve closes the door shut behind her.

You lean your head against the frost-covered window, fogged up by your breath two inches away from it, and close your eyes. Steve leans over you, reaching for the belt and fastens it over your torso. You forgot. He never does.

It's no surprise, doesn't startle you despite your absentminded state, when his warm hand cups your cheek, turns your head to face him. Soft, blue gaze and ridiculously long lashes. It's nothing but contrasting against the clouds released from your mouths with each breath—warm, concerned...loving? Maybe.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, thumb rubbing over your cheek.

You nod. "Yes. I am now."

Bucky puts his foot on the gas, turns on the blinker, and pulls away from the curb, out onto the streets. It's nearly soundless. The usual rumble from wheels against road is cushioned by the snow.

"This was a mistake. Sorry, I can't—" Sam gags, moving his head out of the bathroom before returning his presence within a few seconds. "You're a real shitty guard, Nat. Why'd you let her drink this much?"

All four of your roommates are gathered in the bathroom, surrounding you as if you're a newly born lion cub in a zoo, while you puke your guts out into the toilet. Steve is kneeling on the floor beside you, a comforting hand rubbing your back, while Bucky sits a few feet away with a glass of water in hand, ready for whenever you need it.

"Fuck you. You weren't there—she was like a goddamn ghost, just slipping away everytime I blinked. Looked fucking everywhere for her. 'S not my fault," Nat answers, residing on the floor of the shower in lack of space.

"Not true," you murmur in answer, your voice echoing off the ceramic surrounding you.

You're pretty much done throwing up, it's just the exhaustion following that's keeping you slumped over on the bathroom tile. Your hand stretches out in Bucky's direction, reaching for the glass of water that's gulped down within a few seconds.

"Careful. Gonna get sick again if you do it this fast," Bucky says, unable to help himself from brushing away the stray drops of water running down your chin.

The gesture is nothing new from him. He did it when you were sick all those months ago too, and you haven't forgotten it at all. His thumb gently rubbing over your skin as if you're precious, something deserving of gentleness, is engraved into your mind. You're thankful for getting most of the alcohol out of your system, because you might not have remembered this moment in the morning if not. Fuck it if you forgot the way his pupils widen just slightly, as if he didn't mean to, as if he couldn't help himself.

"I'm fine," you whisper in answer, clearing your throat. "Got it all out."

"Good." Steve's hand moves up from your back to your head, stroking it for just a second before withdrawing his touch. "Let's get you to the couch."

"I don't wanna go to the couch. Wanna be in my bed." You're pouting. Maybe there is some trace of alcohol left in you.

"Steve and Buck will feel much less like creepy stalkers if they stare at you sleeping on the couch instead of hovering around your bedroom all night like a bunch of pervs," Natasha speaks up. A snort follows after, as if it was a joke and not a statement. Definitely tipsy too, despite unwilling to admit such a weakness.

Steve raises a reprimanding eyebrow Natasha's way, telling her to shut her mouth with just his gaze. She smirks in answer.

"Don't listen to her. A fucking liar," Bucky remarks, but there's still some form of amusement in his expression. He can't even deny the statement—he is going to watch over you. Doesn't really matter if it's in the living room or in your bedroom. "Now let's get you up. C'mon."

With a push from your arms against the cold tile, you're standing on two legs again. Steve is hovering his hand near your back, ready to support if the vodka decides to topple you over. But you're fine—just tired now.

For ten minutes it feels things are back to normal again. On the living room couch, nestled in between them, your head leaning on Steve's shoulder as a stupid Hallmark Christmas movie plays on the tv. Sam and Natasha are in their rooms sleeping, and for a few moments you forget why you kept your distance. Everything would have been good if this is how the night would end. If Steve didn't have to address the past six months.

"I've missed this. With us," Steve whispers as he strokes your shoulder absentmindedly, like it's second nature to him to have his hands on your skin. "You've been so distant lately. For months, Y/n."

The room instantly becomes tense enough to make you nauseous. A clearing of your throat, an attempt to sit up out of Steve's hold and away from this conversation that you'd much rather avoid is futile—it's instantly stopped by Bucky's hand on your chest that pushes you right back.

"No," he says sternly. "You're gonna sit right here, sweetheart, and tell us why you've barely let us see you since fall term started. 'Cause it's sure as fuck not something I take lightly. Why have you avoided us?"

You look away, shaking your head to yourself as you try to talk yourself down. You will not break. You will not confess a single thing. You are going to act like everything is fine and you are not currently freaking out being sandwiched between the only two men you would gladly be sandwiched between under different circumstances than this.

"What are you even talking about?" you answer meekly. It's clear as soon as the words come out of your mouth that no one is falling for your innocent act, not even sweet, naive Steve. Then again, you're doing a particularly bad job. "Both of you think I've been distant?"

"Cut the bullshit, Y/n. If we've done something wrong, just say so." Bucky bites his cheek, glancing down for just a second, but it's enough to let his vulnerability slip. He's hurt.

A wave of guilt instantly washes over your body, an unusual feeling. During all these months of avoiding any interaction with Bucky and Steve besides the necessary ones, you didn't think that they'd actually mind your absence that much. They might not be hopelessly in love with you like you are with them, but they're still your friends. Friends miss each other.

"Or if it's something personal, you can tell us, you know? Is it anxiety, or are you feeling generally low, or...?" Steve chips in, trying to drown out Bucky's accusatory tone.

"No, no...I'm not depressed, Steve. And none of you have done anything wrong, I promise," you say hastily, shutting down their concerns as quickly as possible while trying to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse. "I just...needed some alone time."

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Sassy man. "Bullshit again. You've spent a bunch of time with Natasha. Sam, too. It's us you're avoiding." He points to himself and Steve with his hand. "It's been almost six months, Y/n. What the hell's your problem?" He pushes himself off the couch, standing up and blocking your view of the tv. It's as if his frustration is all contained while sitting down.

"Bucky," Steve scolds, glaring up at his friend. He's not appreciating the tone at all, that's for sure.

"There's no problem, Bucky," you tell him, shaking your head. Trying to dismiss this entire conversation before you reveal too much.

"No! Y/n, I'm going fucking crazy! This is the first time you've even let me touch you in half a year!" Bucky yells, a pleading tone in his voice that breaks your heart just a little. Because it's true. You have barely even hugged since June. You've barely talked for more than five minutes at a time.

"Don't yell at her, for god's sake, Bucky," Steve adds, his hands on your shoulders and ready to get up from the couch any second.

"What the hell's going on with you, huh?!" Bucky continues, ignoring Steve's statement. His eyes are solely focused on you, void of the usual softness. There's just anger. "Cause if you can't stand us, then tough fucking luck. I can have your fucking things moved out by tomorrow for all I care. Can move right into Walker's dorm. Bet he'd accept you with open fucking arms if you get to your knees and—“

The drop of your heart down to your stomach can almost be heard, an echoing, hollow sound. You're sure of it. Bucky shuts his mouth, as if he realizes what exactly was about to come out of it. What is not even a second of silence feels like a whole minute, before Steve shoots up from his seat beside you and grabs Bucky by the collar, rattling the whole room with the force in which he nearly tackles Bucky against the wall with. The tangy taste of iron starts to fill your mouth, your teeth biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. There's tears lingering in your eyes but you can't hold them back, not anymore.

"You don't fucking talk to her like that, you bast—"

"I love you! It’s ‘cause I fucking love you guys!” you yell, a pathetic sob marring the words. “So I’m fucking sorry that I’ve avoided you two but I’m trying to get over these goddamn—these feelings, but I can’t, okay! I can’t!”

The bitter delivery is punctuated by the sleeve of your sweater wiping away the tears furiously, cutting Steve off and drawing both of their wild eyes towards your figure now standing up, just a minute away from a complete breakdown. You don't even process the fact that Steve cursed. It would've been teased about endlessly in any other situation.

"I will go. I'll leave if that's what you want," you seethe with a voice so unsteady that it's almost unbearable to listen to. "But I don’t hate any of you. I don’t, and I get why you’re mad. But fuck you, Bucky. Fuck you for saying that.”

More tears fall. It's futile to wipe them away when they'll be replaced the second after. You want to say more, hit Bucky where it hurts, but you cannot get the goddamn words to form on your lips. Opening your mouth and closing it again, shaking your head, comes before hastily walking towards your room and locking yourself inside without giving them a chance to answer.

As soon as the door is slammed shut, your hand comes up to your mouth to muffle the sobs. Sinking down to the floor as if you’re in a movie, forehead resting against your knees. The rate of your heartbeats could be considered dangerously high, but you just blurted out a whole love confession for two of your roommates in the midst of a fight. How the hell could everything turn to shit so quickly? Half an hour ago all of you were joking around in the bathroom, and now you're not sure you have the courage to face any of them again.

It's a rash, impulsive decision fueled by anger and betrayal and shame, but you rush over to your closet and pull out an overnight bag that's soon filled to the brim with enough things to last you a few days. You're crying the entire time.

When you pass the living room again, Bucky isn't there anymore. But Steve is. Barely a glance his way is spared, with hasty steps heading towards the hallway. You remind yourself of a furious toddler when you angrily put on your jacket, stick your feet into your winter boots. The bag is slung over your shoulder, hand resting on the door handle.

"Don't go. Y/n, please don't leave."

Steve stands at the other side of the hallway, a broken down expression on his pretty face.

"Bucky went out of line, but he didn't mean it, I swear. He's just too prideful to admit it," he continues. You shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "Please, honey. It’s Christmas Eve. It won’t be the same if you’re not here tomorrow.”

"I just need some space," you whisper, brushing away a stray tear with the sleeve of your jacket. You’re so embarrassed and hurt that you can barely look him in the eye. "I can't be in the same apartment as him right now."

Steve sighs, looking about ready to just throw you over his shoulder to get you to stay. But he won't do that. That's not Steve. So instead he glances down to the floor, shaking his head to himself.

“Did you mean it?” he asks softly. “The thing about—you said you loved us. Did you mean it?”

It takes a few seconds before you nod tentatively, sniffling and keeping your gaze on a spot past Steve. He doesn’t say anything.

Steve gathers courage enough to walk up to where you stand by the door, grabbing your cheeks with his hands, thumb running over the tear-stained skin gently. For a few moments, he just looks at you. Loud thoughts running amok in that perfect head of his.

“Nothing I say right now will do my feelings any justice, so I’m gonna save any big speeches for tomorrow. But just…stay. It’s 2 am, it’s freezing out and you’re still drunk. I don’t want you out there on the streets alone. I need you to stay, even if it’s only for your own safety. Don’t have to talk to any of us if you don’t want to.”

His words makes you nod automatically. All it took was his hands on your skin and the flicker of hope his words ignite in your chest, and you conceded within a second. No hesitation left in that exhausted body of yours. He‘s not saying outright that your feelings are requited, but it doesn’t feel like a rejection either. He doesn’t seem disgusted by your confession, by the knowledge that you’re in love with both him and his best friend.

“Good girl. Let’s just—let’s get you to bed, okay?”Steve tells you, squeezing your shoulder gently. With your confirmation in form of another silent nod, he nestles the bag out of your grip and takes off the jacket from your torso.

The bed feels so soft and warm and comforting when you lie down. Steve tucks you in. It’s achingly sweet and you don’t really deserve it after avoiding him and Bucky like that for so long, but he looks out for you nonetheless.

“Steve,” you whisper, drawing his gaze up to meet yours. “I’m sorry. For being so distant.”

He shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were scared,” Steve answers. “Don’t worry about anything, okay? Get some sleep. You’ve had a tough night, Y/n.”

The softest of smiles grazes your lips, puppy eyes gazing up at Steve. Your wonderful, caring, perfect Steve.

“Are you alright? It must’ve been hard meeting Joshua again. And what Bucky said, it…it was far from okay.”

“I will be,” you whisper.

He nods, observes your face for a few seconds. Leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—what kind of college guy even does that? And then he leaves the room, turning the light off behind him.

You’re woken up by a red headed, crazy woman sitting on top of you over the sheets, shaking your shoulders.

“Wake up, fuckhead. You’re gonna open the presents I got you,” Natasha urges, grinning down at you as you blink your eyes open, groaning.

“Fuckhead?” you ask, a tired chuckle from your lips as Natasha climbs off the bed.

“Yes. Don’t like it, huh?” she teases. “C’mon. The guys are already waiting.”

With slow steps and a loud yawn, the slightest trace of a hangover plaguing your body, you drag yourself out into the living room. Around the ugly, little tree that Sam insisted on cutting down from the campus gardens last week (he almost got arrested by the security guards) the three boys sit. Your gaze falls to the floor, scratching the skin right above your lip nervously, once Bucky looks up at you. Can’t really read his expression, but you figure you’ll lay the fight aside for the day. It’s Christmas, after all.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Steve says, urging you to sit down next to him right there on the carpet. You offer a soft smile, and an even softer ‘Merry Christmas’ back. You’re still unsure about yesterday. Despite there being no rejection from either of them, the uncertainty is kind of killing you. A pit of anxiety rests in your stomach, an uneasy feeling corrupting every cell as you sit down on the floor next to Steve.

Not even ten minutes later, the living room is drowning in a sea of wrapping paper. Natasha went overboard with the gift shopping this year, it seems like, but her absent father is also some kind of Russian oligarch or something so she tends to use up as much of his money as she can. You’re not complaining.

The special edition of The Hobbit, signed by the director of the movie, that you managed to get on eBay and cost you a fucking fortune is received with a whispered ‘thank you’ from Bucky. He holds it in his hands tightly, staring down at the book without a word, and you don’t know if he’s happy for it. Maybe he’s not happy with anything touched by you at this moment. He hasn’t gotten you a gift, it seems like, or maybe he threw it in the trash and burned it yesterday.

Steve got you three books that he’d heard you say you wanted months ago, and a dainty silver necklace with a bee pendant hanging from it. “You know, uh, I usually call you ‘honey’ and I thought it was a little funny, maybe. But I can exchange it if you don’t like it. It’s no problem,” he had said, even though there were tears of gratitude in your eyes. Your arms were thrown around him a second later, hugging him tightly as you thanked him profusely for the most thoughtful gift.

Now you’re leaning your back against the couch, still on the floor, watching as Sam and Natasha are tinkering with his new Nintendo Switch that he got from her (overboard with the gifts, as previously mentioned). He’s so happy it almost makes you zoned out as you watch his childlike excitement. It’s nice to see the two of them so calm and sweet with each other too. Usually bickering and getting on each other’s nerves all the time otherwise.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

Your head tilts back, looking up at Bucky standing nervously in front of you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. There’s a deep hesitation within you, a pride that wants to say no and remain in your angry state forever without confrontation. But it’s Bucky. You hate this animosity between the two of you, the tension. Despite being pissed off and hurt and afraid that he doesn’t want you, you can’t say no, so you nod and push yourself up to a stand.

Bucky closes the door to his room behind him gently, clearing his throat and looking at anything but you. A sigh comes out of his mouth, shaking his head, before he parts his lips to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. What I said was disgusting and unforgivable and so fucking out of line. You didn’t deserve that at all. So out of proportion to what I was mad at you for,” Bucky says, running the palm of his calloused hand over his face.

“It was,” you answer honestly. There’s no use in denying that what Bucky said was stupidly hurtful. He nods, looking away from your gaze.

“It made me angry thinking that you ignored me, because at first I didn’t know what I had done, you know? And then I thought for a few months that me and Steve had been too overbearing and that you tried to keep your distance because you thought we were annoying or something. But that’s not the case. I should’ve known better by now than to think that you would do anything to purposely hurt us.”

You gulp, nodding, looking down to the floor. “I’m sorry too,” you whisper. “I didn’t know that you guys thought I had something against you until last night. Obviously, you…you know now that’s not the case,” you tell him, embracing yourself with your arms. “But last night, Bucky, I…you hurt me. I know you were angry, but saying those kind of things isn’t okay.”

“I know that. God, I know, Y/n. I’m so sorry. It was fucking childish of me, retorting to saying that Jo—“ Bucky shakes his head, hands coming up to tug at the roots of his hair. “And it felt stupid giving you that present in front of everyone, so now you think I didn’t get you anything, too, and—“

“You got me a present?”

“Yes. Of course I did, Y/n. But I saw how much Natasha had bought and that necklace Steve gave you and my gift felt stupid in comparison to that. Just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone,” he says, a little awkwardly. A little boy giving his mother a drawing he made in kindergarten, he reminds you of.

“Bucky…that doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you have gotten me. I’ll like it no matter what if it’s from you.”

He shifts in his place, contemplating something, before picking up a sweater on his bed, revealing a wrapped present hidden underneath. Bucky took the gift from the pile without anyone noticing before, throwing it into his room so no one would see.

With a tentative hand, he reaches it out to you. Doesn’t watch as you unwrap it, instead biting on his thumbnail. You reprimand him for it, and the hand returns to his side.

“Is it a book?” You run your fingers over the cover, a hardcover with nothing on it. Blank.

“It’s a photo album. Shit, it’s stupid. I don’t know,” Bucky answers, looking about ready to snatch it back, but you open the first page up before he has a chance to.

A picture of you, Natasha, Sam and Steve on the first page. It was taken last year in November. You’re all running after one of Sam’s model planes, fall leaves singling down from the sky. It’s a beautiful picture.

“4 grown idiots running after a kid’s toy - November 12th, 2022”

“It’s just pics I’ve taken with my phone, so it’s nothing artsy or anything, but…uhm.” Bucky runs his hand through his short, brown hair.

You flip the page. You’re looking out through the kitchen window, the sun shining through and casting shadows over the room and your figure curled up on the chair.

“Angel in the sun - March 25th, 2023”

A soft chuckle is drawn from your lips, resisting the urge to run your finger over the photo, but you don’t want to smudge the blank paper. On the same page there’s another picture of you with your arms around Natasha’s shoulders, nearly wrestling her to the ground with the force of your hug. You look so happy.

Bucky looks nervous as you glance up from the photo album at him. “Know it’s not much, but…yeah.”

A loud huff of hair escapes Bucky as you throw your arms around him. It takes a second or two for him to hug you back, but he soon has his chin resting on top of your head, arms around your waist.

“I love it,” you whisper, holding onto him tightly enough to constrict his breathing.

“You do? I can take it back if you don’t like it.”

Your grip around him releases, arms coming down to your sides so you can take a step back and look him in the eyes. “This is everything, Bucky,” you say softly, feeling a lump in your throat that can turn into tears any second. “The fact that you took the time to make this for me is just…it’s the most thoughtful thing ever. And these pictures are so beautiful, Bucky, and just the thought of you sitting down and glueing them onto the page and writing captions and—“

His lips against yours. Oh god. Oh my god, Bucky has his lips pressed against yours. Gentle hands hold your jaw, his head leaning down to compensate for the height difference, and Bucky Barnes is kissing you with urgency and desperation.

The shock is enough to make you unable to return the kiss. He seems to take your surprise as rejection despite the fact that you literally yelled ‘I love you’ in his face last night. Bucky steps away and takes his hands off your skin, running his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, don’t know what the hell came over me, I—“

On your tiptoes, fingers grabbing his sweatshirt to pull him closer, and you nearly smash your lips against his to shut up any of that doubt he carries. It’s not a graceful or very romantic kiss, but by the sound akin to a very mild growl that comes from Bucky and his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you closer, you guess he likes it anyway.

It doesn’t last more than 20 seconds. A harsh knock on the door to Bucky’s room interrupts it, forcing you part from his lips and get down from your tiptoes again.

“What the hell are you doing in there? C’mon! I’ve made goddamn Christmas brunch!” Sam yells, drawing a soft chuckle from your lips as your forehead meets Bucky’s chest.

With a soft smile, nothing said, you back away from Bucky. Slipping out of his room and leaving him there all flustered and semi-hard from a 20 second make-out session. The first ever between you, though. He thinks it’s pretty understandable.

As Bucky follows you into the kitchen, sitting down at the table by Steve, he leans towards his best friend and whispers into his ear low enough to make anyone else unable to hear.

“I kissed her, Stevie,” Bucky says with a shit eating grin on his face. “I finally fucking kissed her.”

The blond man turns his head enough to look over at Bucky, the red flush of his cheeks and ears enough to tell anyone what’s been said.

“Are you serious?” Steve asks.

“I kissed her and she kissed me back, I swear. I gave her that photo album I’ve worked on for weeks. She said she loved it, Steve.”

“I guess it’s my turn then, isn’t it?” Steve answers, a shy smile on his lips as the two of them watch you sit down opposite of them at the table, glancing through the window out at the heavy snowfall. Natasha puts a newly toasted bagel on your plate.

“Go get our girl, Stevie.”

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: ̗̀➛ werewolf!ari levinson x human!reader. background: werewolf!curtis everette x reader, werewolf!andy barber x reader, vampire!lloyd hansen x reader, hybrid!nomad steve rogers x reader, vampire!ransom drysdale x reader, werewolf!jake jensen x reader

: ̗̀➛ summary: the new moon triggers some unusual behaviours for ari, and you need to make more than one hard decision.

: ̗̀➛ part of the kills & kisses verse!

: ̗̀➛ word count: 5,110

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mild descriptions of violence, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, grumpy ari, ari in a rut.

: ̗̀➛ notes: this was supposed to be a blurb completed within a night; it's become whatever the fuck this is. i hope u enjoy it. this is my first proper fic on here. like, well, at least one of this length. pls lemme know what u think!! send me some asks & we'll talk about it. *this is unfinished

: ̗̀➛ playlist: the kills & kisses playlist is here!

In the days before the full moon, Ari usually struggled a little with his moods. This time, however, things seemed much worse. The week before, his mood began to deteriorate, he became tenser and less talkative. He'd tuck himself away more often in his study, finding comfort surrounded by dusty books, rather than in the company of his housemates. 

On the first day, you would notice nothing out of the ordinary, just a tightening of his jaw, downturned lips, and heavy, long sighs over trivial things that wouldn't normally bother him. A split cup of coffee, a mess in the living room, shared attention. 

Whereas a few days earlier, he would be patient and thoughtful; by the third day, he would become snappy and in some cases downright mean; cruel, even. His harsh words and sudden outbursts made tears flow down your cheeks, and your head hung low before you could hear him apologise and wrap you in a warm hug.

''Goddamn it, Pup!'' Ari suddenly explodes, interrupting your excited and enthralled ramblings over a new book, forcing you to jump out of your skin and clutch the book to your chest, and clam up. ''I'm trying to fucking work. Bother someone else!''

You stared at him, swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the tears in your eyes to not fall. You took a step back and whispered a small apology before darting out of his study. You told yourself it was just the full moon, repeating it like a mantra in your head as you made your way to your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, you threw the book to the ground and sat by the window as tears began to fall while looking out at the manor grounds.

An hour later, Ari let himself into your room, closing the door behind him with his hands tucked in his pockets and a dejected look on his face. Seeing him stand so sheepishly brought back memories of when you first entered the house before it was your home; reminding you of how scared you were, how you never wanted to be ever again after you found he was safety disguised as danger. No one would ever know what a true, sweet soul he was. His softness was something he reserved for you in spades. 

''It's the moon, pup,'' he explained, cutting into the silence, still a tightness to his voice. ''I don't mean to be like this, and I'm overdue for a rut, it's just… Fucking with me. I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair on you.'’

''I know you don't mean it,'' You sniffled as you pulled your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees, peering up at him with wet doe eyes, ''I just wish you didn't have to feel like this. I can't imagine what it's like.''

''You'll find out once you choose what you want to be, either way, you'll be battling mastering control and suppressing gnawing impulses,'' Ari sighed, tightening his lips into a short smile as he made his way over to you. ''And, there ain't no way I'm letting you age past me, pup, so you better get to choosing,'' Ari said with a subdued laugh.

''Still thinking,'' You hummed, eyes falling closed as he leaned down to briefly kiss your forehead. You smiled despite still being stung by his off behaviour. ''Seeing you like this, watching the others struggle with their own things, I'm not sure I want to be either,'' you admitted, sighing as Ari nodded slowly. ''I just don't understand why the others don't get the same way. Yeah, Steve can be a little moody. Andy gets all quiet... Curtis doesn't seem to mind it much, not even Jake, and he's like, a newborn werewolf, but nothing like how you get.''

''Everyone handles it differently, pup. It affects us in different ways. I wish it didn't mess with us at all.''

By day five, getting him to talk to you became impossible. He'd be withdrawn and quiet, and everyone would end up walking on eggshells around him. He'd become more possessive, more handsy, you couldn't move without him following close behind. 

Even during the most mundane tasks, he was right beside you. 

You'd be making breakfast, and he'd be standing right behind you. His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt and rubbed at the skin of your hips, before smoothing his hands over your belly and nosing at your neck. Soft rumbles vibrated from his chest, wet lips grazed behind your ear. Sometimes, he'd dip his hands down your shorts and dance his fingers along the waistband of your panties. 

Every time you attempted to push for a little space, you'd earn a defiant growl in response, and he'd cling harder to you.

''Ari, I can't move,'' you whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Ari nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck, a soft growl emitting from deep in his throat, fingers massaging the meat of your waist. ''I need to get to the stove,'' You tried again, but it was no use.

''Let her move, Ari,'' Steve instructed as he strolled into the kitchen, coffee cup in hand. ''We ain't gonna get to eat if you don't let the little lady cook for us.'

Before you even got the chance to laugh, Ari was gone from behind you and snarling in Steve's face. The men were so close, their foreheads were almost touching. Ari's shoulders were back, hands balled into fists, and breathing heavily. Steve had his hands up in defence, a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. You dropped the spatula and knocked the egg mixture to the floor as you rushed over to pull Ari back.

''Hey, none of that,'' You scolded, pulling on his arm. ''Come away from him,'' you said sharply, placing a hand on Ari's shoulder and waving for Steve to back up, which he did slowly and cautiously. You tried to gain Ari's attention, but his eyes stayed locked on Steve until he left the kitchen. The door swung heavily behind him. That's when Ari relaxed and closed his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, his face buried in your neck again.

''What the hell was that?'' You demanded, but got nothing but a grumble in response as Ari ran his hands over your back. You let out a defeated sigh and lifted your arms around his neck. ''You're gonna end up killing someone,'' you murmured, shaking your head when you get nothing but a short growl in response.

You spent the rest of the day putting out fires. Ari had lunged at Curtis, teeth inches from his neck, for simply tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Attempting to pull Ari back from Ransom after he ended up with a bloodied nose for placing a hand on your hip. Stopping Ari from jumping up off the couch from where he has curled himself around you, Lloyd leaned down to kiss your cheek and earned a boot in the rib from the temperamental wolf. Andy was left nursing three broken fingers for daring to squeeze a hand around your waist while you welcomed him home. Jake was left with claw marks down his arm for attempting to cover you with a blanket during movie night.

Each incident was followed up by Ari dragging you close to him and snarling out a threatening, ''mine.'' The only word he had spoken in the past twenty-four hours.

''Yours, Ari,'' You agree, hands stroking the sides of his face, curling your fingers in his hair. ''All yours.'' Not entirely true, but it has to be during this time for the safety of your housemates. ''Let's go, come on,'' you say, and pull him up from the couch, mouthing apologies to everyone before guiding Ari away towards the bedroom.

'What am I going to do with you?'' You sighed as you closed your bedroom door behind you, eyeing the grumpy werewolf as he climbed onto your bed and reached out to you with a grumble. You tilt your head back, your shoulders dropping, letting out a sigh at the lack of response before strolling up to the bed. 

''You can't keep fighting everyone, I know the moon is fucking with you, but Jesus Christ, Ari,'' You scolded as you joined him, letting him pull you close to his chest, legs tangling with yours as you listened to his strong heartbeat pound through his chest. ''You're gonna have to stay out of their way, this isn't fair on them,'' You try again, looking up at him and snorting out a little laugh at his knitted eyebrows and sour look. ''It isn't fair on me,'' You stress and reach a hand up to scratch your fingers through his beard.

You spend the next two days hauled up in your bedroom, Ari only letting you leave to make food and grab snacks and drinks. The rest of the time, you were dressed in his t-shirts, wrapped in his hoodies, sat snugly in his boxers, reading a book out loud while Ari massaged your thighs and waist. He kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing against the skin behind your ear, placing small kisses and licks. 

Having to deal with his protests of letting you shower unless you're using his shampoo and body wash, you need to be there to get his scent right back on you once you've washed it away. While you sat at your desk, he'd sit between your legs, arms snug around your waist with his head in your lap, soft rumbles demanding a kiss, or for you to comb your fingers through his hair and scratch the space behind his ear.

The night before the full moon, Ari was a wreck. Irritated growls, a sheen of sweat on his brows. Suddenly, he couldn't stand the smallest touch, pulling away from you each time you tried to; your fingertips were burning right through his skin. 

Pained whines as he clutched his stomach and gripped his thighs, making your heartache and your stomach twist in knots. He refused to eat, unable to even keep water down. He was too hot and cold all at once, causing him to bundle up and strip off within the next second. You pleaded for him to tell you what you could do to make him feel better, but never got a response. 

While unable to touch him, he still needed you nearby; shaking his head with a defiant growl every time you suggested talking to the others for a solution. You had never seen any of the wolves go through a new moon like this.

''Ari, there's got to be something I can do. This can't just be the moon. Please let me go and see what they can do.'' You pleaded, hands hovering over his curled-up form, not daring to touch if you caused more pain. ''Ari, please.'' You sigh in defeat as he let out another pained whine, followed by a throaty growl and a shake of his head. ''Just get on the bed, you can't be comfy here,'' You tried once more.

You wiped away a stray tear from your cheek as you got no response from him. You let your legs give out, sitting back on your legs, desperately wanting to reach out and pull him to you, while also damning yourself for not being strong enough to just lift him. You were lost, since meeting Ari, you'd never seen him in such pain before. The occasional grump, or low mood during the moon, sure, but never pain. 

That's when it hit you.

''Oh my God,'' You said slowly. You got to your feet and looked down at him. ''You're in a rut, aren't you?''   

''Not yet,'' Ari gritted out, baring his teeth, voice strained and coarse.

''Okay, okay,'' You nodded, trying to hide your glee at hearing his voice. ''But, you will be? Right? I can help. I can help you,'

''No,'' Ari growled out roughly, shaking his head as he strained and propped himself against the side of the bed, making you pause and suck in a breath as his face twisted up and a whine escaped his lips. ''I'll hurt you.''

''You won't,'' You tried to sway, kneeling in front of him. ''I'll be okay. Let me help you through it.'

Ari gave another shake of his head, eyebrows pulling together as his head lulled back, whining.

''Where does it hurt?'' You asked, only to be met with a telling glare from the werewolf, making you blush and laugh nervously. ''Oh, I thought- I thought it was your stomach.'

''It radiates,'' Ari explained bluntly, rolling his eyes.

''What about a hot bath, or a shower?'' You suggested. ''Get the sweat off you, might make you feel a little better. Then we can try and get some food in you.'

''It'll only come back,'' Ari brushed off, letting out a huff. ''Please stop making me talk, pup,'' he begged, letting his head drop to his knees as he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. For such a huge man, you'd never seen him so small.

''Come on, let's get you in the shower,'' You pressed again as you rose to your feet and offered out your hand.

Finally, he placed his hand in yours and allowed you to help him to his feet. Your eyes immediately zero in on the prominent outline of his cock, sucking in a sharp breath, and eyes widening at the sheer size. Ari groaned and tried to cover his crotch, with his hand murmuring out a whined, ''don't look,'' and used his other hand, hooking a finger under your chin to move your head up, making you meet his eyes before he turned away and began to waddle towards the bathroom.

''Too late, I saw it,'' You snorted, rubbing a hand over his back as you kept close. ''Pretty sure that thing classifies as a lethal weapon at this point,'' You joked and laughed as he groaned and shook his head.

The night before the full moon, you faced challenges you didn't know existed when it came to Ari. Usually the perfect gentleman, he had turned into a feral beast. While you managed to usher him into the shower and curl up with the freshly washed werewolf, he still refused to let you help him with his rut. 

However, once cuddled in bed, wrapped in the soft, pink cotton sheets, he couldn't stop himself as he rubbed his clothed, rock-solid cock against the back of your thigh while he held you tightly against him. He had his face buried against your shoulder, teeth digging into the skin as he moaned and growled, desperate for release. 

You continued to beg him to let you help him, only to be denied by a shake of his head as he continued to rut his hips against you.

''Gonna have to go,'' Ari said breathlessly, but did not attempt to move or still his movements.

''You don't have to,'' you said, attempting to turn back to face him, only to be met with a tight squeeze on your hip telling you to remain still. ''Just let me see, let me help.''

''You are helping,'' Ari grumbled, panting and breathless.

''Then don't go,'' you pleaded. ''Stay with me, and keep doing what you're doing.'' You tried to rock back against his thrusts, but he kept you firmly in place. ''Do what you need to feel better.''

''It's not enough,'' Ari contradicted suddenly, whining and digging his teeth back into your shoulder, making you laugh irritably.

''So, let me help.'' You reached a hand back and placed it over his grip, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. ''Just my hands, nothing else,'' you offered. ''Lemme help, Alpha.''

That seemed to snap whatever resolve Ari had inside him. You were soon shifted onto your back, the large wolf of a man climbing on top of you with lust-filled eyes and hooking a hand under your chin, the pads of his fingers bruising into your cheeks as he crashed his lips against yours. Gone was the pain of fighting off the rut. 

The wolf seemingly allowed himself to be completely drowned in the throes of it. The kiss was filthy, teeth and tongue, almost like he was trying to drink down every gasp, whimper, and moan that tried to escape your lips. 

He was a man starved, feral, and unrelenting. 

You parted your legs and lifted them to encase him and keep him there, fearing clarity would set in and he'd suddenly be gone. Your fingers tangled and pulled his long locks, while his gripped your waist and kept snugly around your throat.

''Ari, please,'' You moaned breathlessly against his assault on your lips and rolled your hips up against him. You whined as you felt his cock firmly rub against your throbbing cunt.

''Alpha,'' Ari corrected, nipping your lower lip and with the grip around your chin and neck. He tilted your head to the side, began to pepper kisses, and licked down the column of your neck. ''Keep rubbing on me, pretty pup. Show your Alpha how much you want his knot.'

The whiplash made your head spin and your heart pound in your chest. Suddenly, the solemn and quiet wolf was talking filth in your ear while you rocked against each other and showed no signs of quietening down or slowing down anytime soon. 

Lost for words, you surrender to him, relaxing in his tight grip and moaning loudly into the open space of the bedroom, knowing all the other inhabitants would surely hear you and know exactly what Ari was doing to you.

''Wolf got your tongue, sweet baby? Where's my begging gone? Not gonna be able to hold back, gonna breed this tiny little cunt. 'Gonna fill you up and get you fat with my pups. You want that, little omega? I'm gonna split you apart on my knot, knock all those pretty thoughts out of your head. You sure you want this, honey? You sure you can take it? Can you take me, honey? All of me?'' Ari ranted into your ear, licking the shell of your ear and nipping at your lobe. ''Gonna fucking make you take it, sugar.'

''Please, please,'' You chanted. ''Please, Alpha. I want it, I need you, please.'

Ari detached his hand from your neck and lifted onto his knees just enough to give him the space to freely flip you over. You panted into the pillow as he got to work, literally tearing the clothes from your body, silk pyjamas in tatters on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. 

Ari quickly rid himself of his clothes before hiking your hips up, making your back arch and face press further into the pillow. You arched your back further as you felt Ari's fingertips rub over your panties, tracing the line of your folds, gasping as his ring finger ghosted over your button. You could feel the wetness pooling over your core, feel yourself throbbing under his touch. 

You felt his hands run down your sides, fingers meeting as he slipped down the arch of your back. You moaned in anticipation, feeling his breath on your thighs, before crying out as he began to mouth over your mound, wetting the fabric of your panties even more. 

You buried your face in the pillow, wanton moans muffled by the cotton stuffing as Ari hummed a needy growl over your core, sending vibrations that made your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets below you. His fingers massaged your thighs as he continued to tease you over your panties.

''Alpha, please,'' you pleaded, lifting your head to gasp in the air and look back, your view obscured by your hips and his large shoulders. All you could make out was the slight rocking of his hips, rubbing himself against the soft cotton sheets. ''Please,'' you whined. 

''Tell me what you want, pup. Tell your Alpha you want him to taste this sweet little cunt,'' Ari replied cockily, heavy-lidded eyes peering from around the back of your thigh while he nipped into the flesh and his hands moved to paw at your ass. 

You sucked in a shaky breath. ''Please, Alpha, please taste my cunt. It's all yours. It's yours. Please.''

Ari wasted no time, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear and snapping the fabric, discarding it off the side of the bed. 

Ari crossed his arms over the dip of your back, face pushing between your legs, forcing your back to arch as much as possible. His lips attached over your clit, his tongue rolling with every suction; the rough scratching of his beard mixed with the tight suction of his mouth, the softness and heat of his tongue quickly brought you to the edge. 

You tugged on the sheets below you so hard, your pointed nails ripped through the sheet, and your loud cries of pleasure dominated the room, mixing with Ari’s lustful growls. You rocked your hips against his mouth, overwhelmed and overstimulated. A hot flash overtook your body, your thighs tensed, and a warmth spread over your stomach. 

Soon shakes overtook your body, your core fluttering as you came on his tongue; chanting his name with desperate moans. Ari held you still as you tried to wriggle away, trying to get a break from the assault of your sensitive button. He wasn’t finished with you yet. 

You reached back to try and push his head away, crying out and shaking your head, unable to form any words due to your mind swimming with Ari; everything was Ari. Ari let out a disgruntled grumble, and while his tongue flicked against your clit, he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back, using the grip on them as purchase to continue keeping you held in place. 

Your thighs were shaking at this point, your stomach doing flips, and your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Ari hummed blissfully, seemingly feeling full as he continued to taste you on his tongue. 

The Alpha pulled orgasm after orgasm from your abused cunt, before finally giving you relief for a short moment. That’s when you felt his fingertip prod at your entrance, and they felt the bed dip as your arms were released and Ari rose to his knees. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Ari cooed. If your face wasn’t already flushed red, it certainly was now. “Can’t wait to feel it around my knot,” Ari continued to you as he slipped a finger inside you. The large digit curling in search of your sweet spot. “Feel it cuming around me, so fucking tight, ‘mega, fuck.” 

“More, Alpha,” you moaned, thrusting your hips back slightly. “Need your knot so bad.” 

“Gotta open you up, pup. Gotta make it fit,” Ari replied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. The sting from the stretch makes you suck in a hissing breath. “Such a tight, little cunt.”

You didn’t know that pain could feel so good. The ache in your back paired with the ones in your thighs mixed with the tingles left from Ari’s beard, and his fingers spreading you open bloomed a need you didn’t know existed. 

Ari hooked his fingers in a come hither motion, finally bumping against that special spot inside you, making you cry out and become a boneless mess. Your shoulders sunk into the mattress, face squished against the pillows as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers curling. 

Ari growled and reached over your arched body to take a fist full of your hair, forcing your head up from the pillow. 

“Stop hiding, little one,” Ari commanded, his fingers pulling sounds you didn’t know you could make from you. “I wanna hear all those pretty moans. Wanna hear how good I’m taking you apart. I want all of it.” 

Wanton moans dripped from your parted lips as Ari continued to open you up. Your hole now stretched around three of his large fingers. He was unrelenting in his mission to get you prepped enough for his knot. Ari used the grip on your hair to spear you back on his fingers, your whole body rocking back onto his fingers. 

“Alpha, it’s enough, it’s enough,” you moaned, craning your head back to look back at him, hair stuck to his forehead, bicep flexing as he twisted his fingers inside you. “Please, I need it now.” 

''Not enough, pup,'' Ari argued. ''Trust me, it's taking every ounce of control inside of me not to tear into this pretty little cunt--'' Ari emphasised his words by scissoring his fingers inside you, making you gasp and hiss from the sting of the stretch. He curled his body over yours and chuckled in your ear before he nipped the shell. ''Gotta have you ready, pup.'' 

After what seemed like an eternity of fingers curling and twisting, obscene sounds of your slick around Ari's fingers; pornographic moans and dark chuckles, teasing remarks and filthy comments from Ari, he finally pulled his fingers from inside you and pulled a shocked gasp from you as he flipped you onto your back and lifted your legs to your chest. He locked one hand behind your knees, keeping your thighs flush against your chest, while he grasped his length in his other hand and nudged the tip through your folds.

You angled your head, looking around to see him slowly fuck himself through your slit. The head of his cock bumps against your clit, making little moans fall from your lips.  Ari was seemingly mesmerised, eyes locked on his cock slipping through your folds, and your delicate fingers rubbing the tip of his cock until he dipped too low and the head caught against your hole, making you both gasp and his hand tighten its hold on your legs. 

Ari let his cockhead rest against your hole as he guided your hand away, and readied himself on his knees, letting out a deep breath before giving you a checking glance. From here, you saw the man's sheer size, the wolf looming over to take his prey in any way he saw fit. You gave him a nod, mouth agape, and let your head rest on the pillow, fingers tangling in the sheets, preparing for the breach. 

''Holy fuckin' shit, sugar,'' Ari moaned out as the tip of his cock slipped past your hole, your hands ditching the sheets and reaching around to grip Ari's wrists. All you could do was chant his name, whine, and moan as he continued to slowly thrust into you. ''You can take it, omega. You can do it for me, can't you, pup? I know you can, look how well you're taking me, you can do it, pup.'' 

The stretch, the ache from your core, your legs, your back; the hands that clutched your thighs, the growls and moans from Ari, it was all too much. 

Ari parted your legs, slipping through the space to cover your body with his own, elbows planted beside your shoulders as he caressed the sides of your face, wiped sweat-stuck hair from your face, and smoothed his hands over your hair. Your hand stroked his biceps, kneading the flesh as he slowly buried his cock deeper inside you, dropping his head beside yours and moaning long and slow into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Your fingers tangled in his hair, whining his name as you lifted your legs and clenched them tightly around his hips. 

''Feel like heaven, pup,'' Ari moaned out, slightly rocking his hips into you, nudging his cock against the sweet spot hidden deep inside you. 

''Not yet, not yet,'' You chant, strung out and whining, stuffed to the brim. 

''Can't wait much longer,'' Ari growled, fighting against his feral urges. ''Need you, Omega.''

''You have me, Alpha.''

Ari lifted back onto his knees, fingers curling under your knees and holding them firmly as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside you; pulling delicate moans and needy whines from both of you. 

From there, it was only a few short thrusts until Ari became unhinged.

The bed creaked and groaned from the brutal pace of his hips. Pain and pleasure mixed perfectly; intoxicating and addictive, under his sharp teeth and piercing claws, blooming red under his trail. Both of you were reduced to puddles, unable to form any words, completely lost in each other; consumed by need and lust. 

''Not gonna last long,'' Ari began to babble, moans and growls mixing with his words as he continued to spear you onto his cock. All you could do was cry out and grip him as he used you for his pleasure. ''Gonna breed you, gonna fill you up, keep you on my knot. Get you full with my pups, my perfect little bitch. My beautiful Omega. My sweet little pup.'' His fingers bruised into your hips, claws nipping the skin. ''So fuckin' good, 'Mega. So good for me, taking it all. You ready for my knot, pup? You gonna take it?'' 

''Yes, yes, yes,'' You managed to chant, eyes locked on Ari's and arching your back as the wolf pounded into you. 

Ari leaned back down, hand cradling under your head, the other cradling your cheek and keeping you close in the crook of his neck. Your heavy breaths coated his skin, while your fingernails left trails of blood down his back, making him rut harder, obscene noises filling the room. You locked your legs again around his waist, while Ari moaned nonsensical filth into your ear. Growls and grunts overtook him as he became desperate to fill you to the brim. His teeth pinched into your neck, locking you down against the mattress as he claimed you. 

You could feel his swelling knot catch against your hole, making your nails bite into the flesh of his shoulder. He lifted up onto his hands, heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips; snarls and teeth, and started down, watching himself fuck into you as he crept closer and close to his climax. His hips began to stutter and started to push the knot fully inside you, locking you together. 

Your hands find his face and draw his gaze to yours.

''Look at me, Alpha. Look at me. Wanna see you while you fill me.''

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Pretty like the sun

Alex Keller X Reader

Summary: you are upset with Alex for constantly leaving you in the dark, unaware of his reasons for doing so. (This is a part two for his ‘you came? You called scenario that I will link)

Warning: hurt/comfort, blood mention, gun mention, Alex being so in love with u idek

Word count: 4.3k

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Again this is a part two to his scenario in you came? You called.

I wanted to write it as its own fic, sue me.

His part one is here

(Also screw this man for being this goddamn hot. Who let that happen??)

Alex could remember the last time he saw you clearly. He could remember every last detail about it only because it ended in an argument between the two of you. One of the worst ones you’ve ever had.

You had hunted him down the moment you found out he was back on base, steam practically blowing out of your ears as you leveled him with a glare. He was cornered in his room the minute you set foot in it.

You had been mad at him for falling off the face of the earth again. For calling you at the last minute again. Although he didn’t call you into the mission this time he had called you for intel for the mission you didn’t even realize he was on and Admittedly you had every right to be upset and he knew that and that’s why he stayed silent and took your anger.

He tried to apologize but you weren’t having it, you were so angry at him that you told him next time he called you doing this shit you weren’t picking up.

He didn’t believe you.

He believed you now though after you didn’t pick up his third call and he had to resort to calling Captain Price. Which he knew if you wouldn’t hear him out you would hear the Captain out, your respect for him was always unwavering.

He believed he could smooth it over when he saw you in person but the moment he saw Farah practically run away he knew he was wrong.

He could see the hurt in your eyes when he looked down at you and he knew right then he crossed a line he wasn’t sure he could fix now

The way your words held such annoyance told him everything he needed to know. You were pissed, rightfully so. Not only pissed at him but the situation, pissed at the fact you came running to him once again.

He could still feel the sharp jab of your finger to his chest as he now sat further away from you ‘inspecting’ his gun while he took multiple glances in your direction.

The jab to him didn’t hurt nearly as much as your words that seemed to settle deep in his bones. You announcing to him that you both weren’t okay worried him. It made him feel like this could truly be the last time he saw you.

“So are you going to explain now?” Farah came out of nowhere, taking the spot next to him as she got her weapons ready as well.

Alex stayed silent long enough for her to look up at him. She rolled her eyes when she saw the look on his face. “Alex I’m not stupid, there’s something that happened.” The gun clicked in her hands as she assembled it. “You both denied being exes so it’s something else but there’s definitely something so talk.”

“There’s really nothing.” Alex said, taking another glance at you. You were there speaking with Gaz about something with a small smile on your face, a smile he missed seeing this whole time.

Farah followed his line of sight to see you before she turned back to Alex who was now aggressively loading his gun. “Alex..” his movements halted at her tone. It was the authoritative one she used when one of her soldiers wasn't cooperating.

He sighed, setting his gun down next to him. He looked over at you one more time before settling on Farah, who’s whole attention was on him—waiting. “We enlisted at the same time.” He started as he picked up his hand gun. “We were practically inseparable, every mission we went on, we went on together.”

Farah watched him as he got lost in his story while his hands got more aggressive with the hand gun. “We trusted each other with our lives and it just worked. We trusted each other to get the job done no matter if the others life was at risk, we knew they’d get out of it alive.” His jaw was clenched tight as he loaded the gun. “And it worked. Until one of the last missions we went on together. She got compromised. She told me to leave her to get out of there to finish the mission but I didn’t listen. I went after her and I saved her, but in the process I almost jeopardized our mission and put our men’s lives at risk.”

“Alex..”

“I knew I was starting to gain feelings for her for a while at that point but I trusted myself not to jeopardize anything over it. I trusted myself to let her do her job.” Finally with a click the gun was finished being prepped and he had nowhere to look but at Farah. “But I couldn’t…I couldn’t let her die. After that I started taking missions alone so that wouldn’t happen again and more often than not I’d drop off the face of the earth and it took a strain on us. This last time I did it seemed to be the final straw.” He explained, looking down at his hands.

“So you stopped going on missions with her because you couldn’t trust yourself not to go after her in a crisis?” Farah clarified and he nodded, “yet you call her to this one?”

“She’s one of the best soldiers I know. I never said I couldn’t trust her to get the job done.” He was quick to defend but Farah had her brows pinched in worry.

“But you don’t trust yourself?”

Alex sighed, “we’ll be on different teams and she’ll be with the Captain.” He could see the doubt on her face. “I’ll get this done Farah. This is more important than my inner turmoil. I know that and she knows that.”

Farah just shook her head. “But does she Alex?” He must’ve looked confused because all she did was sigh and stand to her feet. “Obviously whatever feelings you have are mutual, you should talk to her before this mission.”

“No no, the last thing I need to do is distract her.” Farah crossed her arms.

“But you won’t be distracted?”

“I promise..” he said looking up at her. “I promise I won’t.”

“I’m trusting you on this.”

“You can, I’ll get it done.” Farah hummed and gave him a look that he knew meant she wasn’t entirely convinced but she left it alone and walked away to help everyone else prepare.

Alex watched her go before he took one more risky glance at you. His breathe caught in his throat when your gazes connected. He couldn’t even bring himself to wave or smile because you were frowning at him and turning away before he even could.

He remembered that day vividly. The day he almost lost you, it played on repeat in his mind continuously. So much so that he often had nightmares about it. How what if he didn’t go to you, what if he left you or what if he didn’t make it in time? You wouldn’t be here glaring at him.

He remembered you desperately telling him to go, to leave you and he stood conflicted. one foot already moving in the direction of your location while the other was firmly planted to the ground.

He remembered his men grabbing onto him, trying to yank him to the evac but still he wouldn’t move. His entire world seemed to slow to a halt that day.

He wanted to trust that you would get out, that you would live because you always somehow managed to do just that but then he heard your ear piercing scream and gunshots.

The world seemed to start spinning in that moment when he took off in your direction, ignoring the calls of his men behind him.

He remembered when he made it to you, you were barely clinging to life. You had your gun clutched loosely in your hand trying your best to kill any enemies that came near but you ran out of ammo.

The rest of your team was dead caused by the ambush that nearly stole you from him so he was quick to help you up. He put your left arm over his shoulder while his right went around your waist to help you walk.

He got you out, but he almost missed the evac. He got you out, but he almost got his own men killed when they started to get surrounded at said evac.

When you woke up in the hospital days later, he told you what happened and although you weren’t mad at him he was furious with himself because not even two beds away there was one of his men that got injured trying to hold down the evac site while they waited for him.

It's what made him decide he could no longer go on missions with you. He accepted a while before that, that he had fallen in love with you, he even accepted that you wouldn’t feel the same and probably even be mad that he’d drop what he was doing to run to you like you were a damsel in distress.

But then you didn’t get mad at him and suddenly he was faced with the possibility you felt the same. And he knew that at some point one of you would jeopardize a mission, the worst part was he wasn’t sure he would regret doing it if it meant you got out alive.

Alex always prided himself on being a good soldier. It was something as simple as breathing. He was a good soldier and a decent person..he followed the rules and did as he was told by the higher ups. But when it’s you at risk he can’t do that.

In a last second decision he decided that Farah may be right and he should just talk to you, rip the band aid off and get everything he needed to say off his chest.

He got to his feet and took only a few steps in your direction calling your name. You barely had time to turn around before Price clapped him on the shoulder. “Alright we’re heading out, you ready Alex?”

Alex watched you glance over to him before you followed Gaz and he let out a short sigh. “Affirmative sir.” Then he was being pushed in the direction where Farah and her soldiers were loading up.

The whole way to the mission site Alex couldn’t stop thinking about how Farah probably was right. He should’ve talked to you because he never knew if the next mission would be his last. He could hardly live with the regret of not telling you he didn’t want to think about how he’d feel having to take it to his grave, he was sure he’d roam this earth forever if that were the case.

The moment the mission was in full swing Alex was laser focused. Both teams were together and he wasn’t wondering about your status because he was right next to you as if he just gravitated towards you. To used to fighting by your side when you were on the field together.

Subconsciously the two of you seemed to fall back into the way you used to fight together. Covering each other's asses like you used to back when you went on every mission together.

The moment you went down to reload he’d cover you and then when he would be out in the open throwing a grenade you’d be right beside him keeping him covered. You called to each other effortlessly.

It was one of the many reasons you were always paired up in the beginning. You worked well together, angry at each other or not.

Then came the moment the teams had to separate. It was fast, almost unnoticeable how your eyes connected with his and you mouthed a quick ‘stay alive’ before you were turning away and he was leaving with Farah.

He knew in that moment he was right to stop going on missions with you. The entire time he was away from you he felt like his heart was squeezing tightly in his chest like some sort of string that was attached to you pulled on it and made him weak.

Farah spared him one glance before the real fight began almost to ensure he was still with her and although he was she could see that there was the tiniest bit of himself that was focused solely on you. But she could also see he was determined to ignore it.

And he did just that the moment his detonator was destroyed.

He ignored the want to know if you were safe the entire time he was fighting the man in a juggernaut suit and the entire time they swept out the rest of the enemy forces.

He ignored it for as long as he could until he couldn’t anymore and he was face to face with Farah, grabbing onto the broken detonator as he prepared to sacrifice himself.

It was a situation he was dreading, he didn’t want to die. But he also couldn’t help but be happy it turned out this way instead of the way that equaled him losing you. He had faith you would move on eventually, he couldn’t say the same for himself if he lost you. No matter how selfish it sounded.

“Alex…” Farah called softly, watching him hesitate at the door. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he tried not to let her see his inner conflict.

He wanted to tell you, but would it be too selfish of him to do it in a situation where he would likely die? Would you ever forgive him if he did?

“Tell her.” His head snapped in the direction of Farah who held a knowing look on her face. “She deserves to know. No matter what happens when you walk out that door she deserves to know.”

Alex stared at her for a long moment before giving her a soft smile. “I’ll be quick.” She nodded and watched him walk further away for some privacy. “Y/n come in.”

It was silent for a moment and he was worried you would ignore him then your voice finally came through, slightly muffled. “Alex? We’re setting the bombs on our end, you and Farah good?” You asked him and he could hear the slight worry in your voice.

“Can you switch to a different channel?” He asked, diverting away from your question. You gave a quiet okay before flipping to the channel he requested. “I don’t have a lot of time but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Alex, you're making me nervous.” You sounded out of breathe and he wondered if you were still in the process of setting the last of the bombs and it almost made him feel guilty again. When he stayed silent for too long you called his name urgently.

“I-“ he paused, second guessing again in a situation he shouldn’t be taking time to think. ‘Rip it off like a band aid..’ he told himself, taking a deep breathe. “I’m in love with you.”

He heard you pause. “What?”

“I’m in love with you.” He said again making sure you understood every word he said. “I’ve been in love with you and I’ll continue to be in love with you even after whatever happens next.”

“Whatever happens next…?” He could hear the panic starting to rise in your voice. “Alex this isn’t funny. You better tell me you have the bombs placed and are ready-“

“My detonator is broken.” He confessed quietly, letting the statement settle in the tense silence as you processed his words.

He could hear you take a breathe, “Alex, don’t tell me what I think you’re about to tell me.” He felt his heart break the same moment your voice did. That invisible string he felt around his heart tugging harshly. “Alex!”

“I have to go detonate it myself.” He could practically feel you stop breathing at the realization. “I’m sorry this couldn’t be done the way I wanted it to, and I’m sorry for disappearing on you all those times. I just couldn’t put myself in a position where I could lose you again or put everyone else at risk.”

There was a long pause where he was worried something happened but then he heard you take a shaky breathe. “And you think I want to put myself in that position Alex?! You think I don’t want to run to you right now and tell you you’re stupid?!”

“But you won’t.” His words cut deep. He knew you would go to him on a moment's notice. He knew if he called to you, you would come but he couldn’t let that happen because it wasn’t just your life, it was Farahs, it was her people and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you did what he asked. “You have a job to do.”

He heard you sniff as you tried to contain your tears. “Alex, you better come back to me. I won’t forgive you if you disappear from my life permanently.” He could hear your voice crack. “Come back to me Alex.” You begged and a sad smile lifted on his face.

“Yes ma’am.”

Then he was turning back to the door and running through not even letting himself think about the fact you hadn’t gotten to tell him you loved him too.

But it was a moment in which you would feel for the next coming days and months as his words would live on repeat in your head.

~~

It had been months since he last saw you.

Months.

It was safe to say Alex was nervous. He was practically shaking where he sat with Farah on the back of the truck, his leg bouncing anxiously as they got closer and closer to Farahs base.

From what Captain Price told him, before he and Gaz left their separate ways, you were at Farahs base and you had been for a while.

“Think she felt pretty guilty after what happened.” Price told him with a small sigh. It made Alex feel like shit because it would be just like you to feel guilty over something he did. It would be just like you to try and pay back his sacrifice in any way you could even if you didn’t have too.

“You don’t have anything to worry about Alex.” Farah finally told him when she got tired of hearing his foot bounce against the metal of the truck. “I think a lot of her reasons for staying with me is because it made her feel closer to you.”

“Does she know?” Alex asked, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’ve been gone for a while, does she know that I’m-?”

He didn’t even want to finish the sentence. If you had thought he was dead this whole time he didn’t know what he would do. Farah made the executive decision awhile ago to not have you involved in the mission Alex went on so there was a possibility you didn’t.

“She knows you're alive. As for where you were…” she doesn’t continue but she doesn’t have to, he knows what she’s trying to say. She never gave away that she knew his location and Alex had no idea until now that you were so close this whole time.

He figured it was better this way. It let him focus his entirety on the mission but now the mission was over and he was growing more anxious as the base finally came into view.

The moment the truck came to a stop he felt like his whole world started moving in slow motion. Sounds become muffled as if he were underwater. He couldn’t focus on anything else, nothing else mattered except the fact you were on the same ground as him.

His eyes glanced everywhere the moment he was standing on solid ground. Head snapping in every direction as he took in every face that passed by him. He heard Farah call his name but didn’t care until she grabbed his arm and suddenly sounds became crystal clear for him.

He looked down at her and when she saw she had his attention she nodded her head in the direction of the bunkers. “Come.” She let go of him and he was left to blindly follow her.

Alex followed after her silently for what felt like an eternity. When he opened his mouth to finally question her she came to a halt right outside one of the meeting rooms she had.

He went to ask what she was doing when he heard it. Your voice. The same voice he’s been missing for months.

You were talking over more game plans with some of Farahs soldiers and Alex felt like his heart completely stalled. You sounded just as beautiful as the last time he spoke to you when he confessed his feelings.

Farah glanced up at him to see his reaction and almost wanted to laugh when all he could seem to do was stare at the closed door. You were so close to him yet he couldn’t get himself to move so she made the first one.

She opened the door with no hesitation and gave you and everyone else a kind smile as she greeted you. “Y/n, hard at work I see.” You didn’t see Alex yet, he was still stuck out in the hallway in disbelief.

“As always Commander.” You laughed softly and it was like music to his ears.

Farah smiled at you before motioning to her people, “will you guys leave us? There’s something I need to discuss with Y/n.” They did without question, dodging past Alex who still had yet to move.

“Something wrong?” You asked when you were alone. He could hear it in your voice, the worry. You were worried she had more news on him and you were worried it wasn’t good.

“I have something for you.” You stared at her in confusion before the door behind her opened softly and your eyes were immediately drawn to it.

You felt your breathe hitch. There stood just behind Farah was Alex who looked just as breathless as you were. You were stunned, your arms that had been crossed fell to your side as you took him in before you started moving towards him, eyes never leaving his. He watched you nervously as you slowly made your way around the table to come closer to him.

“Y/n…” he said softly, nervous as you came closer to him with a look on your face that he couldn’t decipher. He was almost sure you were going to punch him in the face which he would accept wholeheartedly.

But then as he was spewing out apologies trying to get you to listen to him you stopped right in front of him, grabbed onto the vest he had yet to take off and pulled him down to you. Crashing your lips together.

Your other hand that wasn’t clinging to his vest wrapped itself around his neck and his quickly wrapped his around your waist to pull you flush against him.

In the background he could faintly hear the click of the door as Farah left to give you both privacy. But he honestly couldn’t care if she stayed or not, not when you were finally in his arms again.

You kissed him like you had been deprived of oxygen for the months he was away from you, he was sure he wasn’t any better as one hand came up to tangle itself in your hair trying to keep you as close as possible.

When finally you pulled away from him for air you didn’t go far just far enough to gain your breathe. You stared up at him in a way that made his heart ache, like you were wondering if you were dreaming.

When he opened his mouth to say something you beat him to it. “I love you too.” You said softly, smiling at the way his eyes widened and a relieved grin formed on his face. “You didn’t give me a chance to say it.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere and he was. He wished more than anything to hear you say those words. He wanted to hear them the moment he realized his feelings. “I came back to you.”

“I knew you would.” Both your hands came to rest on his face while you took him in, fingers tracing delicately across his jaw reveling in the way he shivered at your touch. “Your hair is darker.”

He laughed. It was your attempt at not pointing out his obvious missing leg. “You’re just as beautiful.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss to your lips while his hands fell back down to your waist. “I’m so sorry..”

“Alex you don’t have to-“ you shook your head but he stopped you.

“I do.” He said sternly, “I need to say it to you properly. I’m sorry. For everything. For making you worry about me, for disappearing, for not telling you any of this sooner. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes flickered between his as his words settled in the air, he had a small frown on his face but refused to look away from you. Relief flooded him the moment your lips turned up and your fingers ran over his cheeks. “I forgive you Alex..”

He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding and pulled you in for a small kiss. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips

You smiled and pulled him back down to you. “I love you too.” You murmured before closing the distance again, feeling him smile against you.

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Hope yall like it I tried really hard to live up to expectations 🙏🏻😭 thank you for everyone who requested a part two for him tho love yall

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #cod x reader #alex keller x reader #Alex cod x reader #alex keller imagine #cod imagine

[ejunkiet]

end of year round up (rec list!)

rec lists are a forgotten art in fandom, and I've read so many good fics this year. below are a few of my favourites, although I'll stick with one from each author!

redacted audio - full ao3 bookmarks (94)

- burn me, Asher/Damien by @dominimoonbeam

this was my first bookmark, and it remains one of my favourites. the dynamic is just, so good. ash balances out damien so well. (domini we love all of your work <33)

- I'm out of my element, HuxDami by @jonbinary

set immediately post inversion, and got me on this TRAIN before canon was a thing. Just, gorgeous and tender writing ;u;

- old number seven, Sam/Darlin by @devilbunnyking

Gods, this was stunning. slow rolling tension, sharing a whiskey and plugging tunes in the juke box. Beautiful exploration of both of them!!

- apple and honey, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @onesmallcentury

Any redacted reclist would be incomplete without this MASTERPIECE okay. Gods, I cannot count how many times I've reread this. Delicious, gorgeous <3

- refractions, Gavin/Freelancer by @solclaw

The emotional slow burn of those early dates. Just, goddamn stunning. I could curl up in your writing forever, beanie ;u;

- commit it to memory, Huxley/Freelancer by @sealriously-sealrious

honestly, want to link all your writing here Chrys, but this is Huxley! With tattoos!! And @taelonsamada 's gorgeous art!!! MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

- SWEET TALK, Milo/Sweetheart by @gingerbreadmonsters

this whole series is a MASTERPIECE. the dynamics!! The banter!! It makes me melt okay. all your writing is lovely, but this series holds a special place in my heart <3

- Signs Point to Yes, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @wakeupnew

On the subject of Milo and SH, this story has been living rent free in my mind for the last few weeks. The eight ball quotes! AGGRO! The dynamic of these two are just perfect, dealing with the inversion aftermath, and it's just gorgeous.

- fill my heart with song (and let me sing), Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @autisticempathydaemon

Again on the subject of these two, I absolutely loved this fic. I love all of Lexi's work, but this was delicious 😚💖

- Let's make this night last forever (forever and ever), Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @glassbearclock

Okay, this FIC. ALL OF BEAN'S MILO FICS. It's a beautiful chronology, but this one is just, fecking fantastic.

- ad astra (per aspera), Avior/Starlight by @lvllns

Starlight and Avior break out of the meridian. Gods, this is absolutely stunning. I love Reed's work, and I'm so very happy I got them into redacted >:3

- An Angel In Wolf's Clothing, David/Angel (no Tumblr?)

FINALLY David makes it onto this list. I've read this story SO MANY TIMES. Gorgeous early revelation exploration, where Davey tells Angel that he's a wolf.

- return to shore, imp!David/angel by @taelonsamada

THE IMPERIUM AU OF MY DREAMS. Giving David and Sam the chance they never had to find happiness in the Imperium. SO PERFECT ;u;

- phases of you, David/angel (no Tumblr! 18+)

Gods, this is one of my favourite redacted fics. Reimagines David and angel's relationship if Angel was a wolf, and they were mated before Gabe died. Long fic!! Had me obsessed for a weekend. Still obsessed hehehe

- (Gonna make you) howl, David/Angel (18+) by @romirola

>:3 Romi's work is gorgeous, and I recommend all of her fics, but THIS FIC. Angel pampers David, and it is GORGEOUS.

- Halley's comet, Elliot/Sunshine (no Tumblr)

GORGEOUS. There are not enough Elliot/Sunshine fics!!! Elliot asks sunshine for 7 days to prove that he is a dream walker.

- California nights, Milo/Sweetheart (18+) by @thee-morrigan

Again, I love Katie's writing, and this is no exception. DELICIOUS 😚💖💖

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #rec list #Redacted recs #gods this is long hahahah #one fic per author omg

[pinktyuns]

chapter one - he’s hot!

series : shoegaze sex

genre : roommate!taehyun x beomgyus bsf & lead guitarist of a band!reader

word count : 3512

warnings : cursing, mentions of one piece, so many mentions of avatar the last airbender, beomgyu is very beomgyu, pink tyun!! a mention of kevin de bruyne (?) taehyun is stressed, a ladybird reference (iykyk) 

a/n : here is the first chapter!! i am literally just getting started here lol i hope u love her im so excited for whats 2 come!! <3

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“Taehyun, are you even listening to me?” Beomgyu asked, causing Taehyun to look up from his laptop at the clearly annoyed brown haired boy glaring at him from across their shared kitchen table.

“To be honest, I wasn’t,” Taehyun mused, running a hand through his pale pink head, “this calculus is kicking my ass.”

Beomgyu sighed (quite dramatically, Taehyun wanted to add), “I was asking what you would think about someone moving into our spare room, and splitting rent three ways instead of two.”

Taehyun was interested now, the idea of another roommate in his and Beomgyu’s small, 3 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment was not something they had ever thought about. Currently they used the third bedroom as a guest room/storage; it mostly being a guest room for a drunk Jeon Jungkook who would fall asleep and was unable to make it back to his own bed most Friday nights, a tired and stressed from school Yang Jungwon, or Choi Soobin, who was pulling yet another anime marathon with them (Taehyun still didn’t know why Soobin and Beomgyu thought they could catch up on all of One Piece from the beginning, including filler, over one weekend but hey, you couldn’t say they weren’t ambitious). 

Taehyun mused, thinking it would be nice to split rent three ways instead of two, but he liked his life with Beomgyu. Beomgyu, although not being the quietest, cleanest roommate, seemed to be a perfect match for Taehyun, and they’ve lived together since freshman year when they were placed in that shitty, drafty dorm together, becoming fast friends and have chosen to live together ever since. 

Taehyun wondered how a third person adding to their life would affect his day-to-day activities and habits. A complete stranger coming into their life, who knows if they were clean or messy, if they were loud or quiet, if they were a goddamn serial killer or not. 

“Well, who would it be?” Taehyun asked, “Like a random stranger?”

Beomgyu grinned across the table, his eyes lighting up, “No, you know my best friend y/n, right?”

Taehyun nodded slowly, “I’ve never met her, but yeah, you’ve definitely mentioned.” 

“Okay so,” Beomgyu started, leaning onto the kitchen table, “she’s transferring universities, something about ours being better for her major or whatever, but she really doesn’t wanna live in the dorms and I definitelysaidshecouldliveherewithuspleasedon’tbemadIloveyou!” Beomgyu clasped his hands together at Taehyun, who was trying to understand his roommates rushed words, “You already told her she could live here?”

Taehyun wasn’t mad, just confused, he’s never met you but heard so much about you and your guys’ high school escapades from Beomgyu, the most memorable being planting trees in the football field simply because a football player had rejected you. 

Beomgyu shook his head, fluffy brown hair swishing around him, “I didn’t like, say she could but I definitely didn’t say she couldn’t.” 

“Oh my god, you’re hopeless,” Taehyun sighed at his friend, returning his attention to his laptop, sending Beomgyu into a panic, thinking that Taehyun had just ignored his question of you moving into their place even though he knew you were gonna arrive next weekend anyway.

“Wait!!” Beomgyu exclaimed, “before you get all sucked back into your weird hard math, is it cool or not?”

Taehyun sighed, thinking about the situation at hand, thinking about the pictures Beomgyu has of the pair of you from your high school graduation framed in his room; Beomgyu looking younger but with the same eyes, the pair of you beaming at the camera as you held onto each other in your caps and gowns. 

Taehyun thought about the film photo Beomgyu has next to the graduation one: you at the beach, the sun setting at your back and a soft smile on your face as you look at the camera, wind blowing your hair around your face, your eyes almost teasing him, they had a playful sparkle in them. 

Taehyun always thought you looked soft, it matched Beomgyu’s softness. He remembered when Beomgyu turned 21 and you, stuck in a chemistry lab, couldn’t make it to his birthday. He remembered Beomgyu’s disappointment until a carefully wrapped package arrived at the door, unveiling a gorgeous silver Leica camera with a handwritten note from you to your best friend. You seemed kind, and loving. Soobin had always agreed to that, also growing up with you and Beomgyu. Taehyun knew you often offered Soobin girl advice over the phone, and when he got too in his head you guys would have Studio Ghibli marathons over a Discord call. 

Soobin and Beomgyu had always spoken so highly of you, it was almost like you were some urban legend in the apartment. Taehyun wondered if you moving in would really be that bad, and honestly, at that moment, he didn’t think so.

He didn’t lift his pink head up from his laptop, “It’s cool, Beomgyu. I have zero problem with it.”

Beomgyu leapt out of his chair, pumping his fist in the air like goddamned Kevin De Bruyne when he scored a goal for Manchester City, “YES! Oh my god I need to go call y/n right now!”

And just like that, he was gone, running out of the kitchen and into his room with a soft slam of the door, leaving Taehyun with his thoughts and his calculus.

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“Do you think it’s a good idea?” Taehyun asked Jungwon a week later, as Jungwon sat at Taehyun’s desk as Taehyun himself lay spread out on his made bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Jungwon eyed his best friend, looking away from his laptop, “Is what a good idea?”

Taehyun sighed as he continued to stare at the blank ceiling, “Y/n moving in. I don’t know why but I’m suddenly having doubts about her living here.”

Jungwon cocked his head, dark hair moving, eyes regarding Taehyun, “Are you having doubts because she moves in tomorrow and it’s all you’ve been thinking about?”

Taehyun hummed softly, “Maybe.”

There were a few beats of soft silence, which was a common occurrence between Taehyun and Jungwon’s friendship, both of them being on the quieter side.

The silence and Taehyun’s intense ceiling staring was broken by a soft knock at the door and a deep voice following it, “Hey, it’s me. Beomgyu let me in.”

Taehyun got up at the sound of Kim Namjoon’s voice to open the door to reveal their insanely tall, buff friend. Namjoon was the biggest out of all of them (even if Jungkook insisted he wasn’t) but he was somehow the gentlest, soft spoken and kind, insanely passionate about his Masters in art history. 

He was also the oldest, the rest of them constantly going to him for advice or just to rant, he was always there.

“Hey Joon,” Jungwon mused from the desk as Taehyun went back to his bed to brood, “Tyuns having some sort of crisis again.”

Namjoon chucked as Taehyun glared up at the ceiling, “I’m not having a crisis. I’m just unsure.” 

Namjoon shrugged his messenger bag off by the desk, sinking onto the beanbag chair next to it, “Unsure about what?”

Taehyun sighed yet again, “Beomgyu’s best friend y/n is moving in to the spare room tomorrow, I’ve never met her, and suddenly I’m wondering if her living here is really a good idea or not.”

 “Y/n?” Namjoon repeated your name, sending Taehyun nodding, “Yeah.”

“I’ve met her, like twice,” Namjoon said, causing Taehyun to lift his head off the bed to look at his friend, pink hair following, “She’s really cool, kind of quiet but also like Beomgyu, you can tell. I remember we talked about music.”

“I don’t know if I can handle her being like Beomgyu or not,” Taehyun said softly, meaning no harm to his roommate and close friend.

Still typing away, Jungwon asked, “Why not?”

“It’s just,” Taehyun started, “I feel like Beomgyu and I mesh so perfectly, you know. He’s just so Beomgyu, like he’s loud and out there and everyone loves hin and he’s kinda messy but in an endearing way and the apartment is never quiet with him here and I’m not like that so I think with the two of us it’s just perfect but what if she’s just like him and I can’t handle two fucking Beomgyus.”

 Namjoon held a soft hand in the air, “Okay, first, I get it. You’re stressed about the living together thing, and you really like what you have already. Second, I don’t think you’re realizing that even though they can be really alike from being friends for so long, there’s no way y/n’s gonna be exactly like Beomgyu, you know. She’s definitely gonna be different but that brings me to a whole other thing: is it possible you’re stressed about this so much right now because you’re so used to just ever living with Beomgyu, and you’re lowkey afraid of change?”

Taehyun laid back on the bed, thinking about his friends words in silence for what felt like five minutes.

“You killed him,” Jungwon joked from the desk, making Namjoon chuckle softly and Taehyun roll his eyes.

“I think you’re right, probably,” Taehyun said, “I think that over the past years I’ve just gotten so used to just Beomgyu and comfortable with just Beomgyu so the thought of someone else coming in is like daunting almost.”

Namjoon nodded from the beanbag, running a hand through his dark hair, “That’s not even a bad thing, like that’s a totally normal thing. I really think you and y/n will get along, from the two times I met her, she seemed totally cool and way calmer than Beomgyu.”

Jungwon giggled at that, “When I met her she was making fun of Beomgyu and when Soobin started laughing she called him a weeb.”

Taehyun smiled at that, silently grateful for his friends for easing his nerves.

“Thanks guys,” he smiled at them, “I needed that.”

Jungwon smiled back, shrugging his shoulders, “What are friends for?”

Namjoon nodded, agreeing, “I second that. Anyways, Super Smash? I’m still looking for a rematch because Won totally kicked my ass last time.”

Jungwon smirked, closing his laptop, “It’s not my fault you’re slow as hell on the buttons.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever. Tyun, you in?”

The pink haired boy nodded, smiling as his friends continued bickering about the game as they fired up the Switch.

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“Oh my god, it’s y/n!!!” Beomgyu practically screeched when a soft knock on the door came, sounding through the apartment, sending Beomgyu to his feet sprinting towards it.

Taehyun couldn’t help but smile at his friend's happiness, even though his biceps were sore from cleaning out the spare bedroom. The whole time he and Beomgyu spent cleaning the spare bedroom for you Beomgyu gave him what he called “The 411,” on you.

Taehyun listened quietly as Beomgyu told story after story, but somehow failed to mention exactly what kind of roommate you would be.

Taehyun still sat on the couch pondering this, Avatar the Last Airbender playing softly on the TV in front of him as he heard the door swing open and Beomgyu shriek, “Y/N!!!”

All Taehyun could hear from his designated spot on the couch as loud, joyous laughter, both from Beomgyu and you. Taehyun listened to your laugh as Katara argued with Aang onscreen, deciding he liked the sound of it. It was loud and full of happiness. As he sat on his designated spot on their old couch, listening to Beomgyu bombard you with questions, he couldn't help but yet again wonder how you were going to fit in here, like take the couch for instance. He and Beomgyu both sat on opposite ends of the couch so they could lean on the armrests, what if you wanted to sit where Taehyun did?

As he bore holes from staring into Katara on the TV, Taehyun’s thoughts were interrupted by Beomgyu with a loud, “Taehyun!”

The pink haired boy looked up from the couch to see an insanely happy, beaming Beomgyu, and you, standing right next to him, smiling softly.

He regarded you, dressed in oversized black denim shorts and a flowy white tank top, chunky necklaces adorning your chest and rings over your fingers, Doc Marten sandals covering your feet (Beomgyu definitely rushed you in before you had time to take your shoes off). As he made eye contact with you, the photo of you at the beach in Beomgyu’s room popped into his head. Your eyes, full of life and mischief almost, staring into him, he felt as if he was going to crumble under your gaze. The soft smile on your face grew wider as Taehyun stood up from the couch, seeing how he almost towered over you.

“It’s nice to actually meet you,” you said with a breathless laugh, sticking out a hand for Taehyun to shake, “I’m y/n.”

Taehyun grabbed your hand and shook it, noticing it was warm and you had a pretty firm grip, looking down at you, “That’s weird, you shake hands.”

You shrugged, releasing his hand, “I meet a lot of people, force of habit.”

Taehyun, who Jungwon deemed having a staring problem, continued boring holes into you with his gaze, but you stared right back, that same soft smile and glint in your pretty eyes looking right back at him.

“Your stuff!” Beomgyu exclaimed, breaking the weird moment, “Where is it?”

You smiled at Taehyun again before turning to your best friend, “Most of it’s in the car, Yeonjun and Hueka are coming tomorrow in the van to drop off my vinyl if that’s cool.”

Taehyun noticed that when you asked that question you weren’t really asking Beomgyu, you were asking him. Looking up at him as you asked, making it seem like you knew Beomgyu would say it was okay and you wanted his approval. Taehyun really appreciated that, sending you a small nod.

Beomgyu, though, answered, “Yeah of course! I haven’t seen them in forever!”

You laughed, that same pure, happy sound ringing throughout Taehyuns ears as Beomgyu wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back to the door to go get your stuff from your car.

Once you guys were out of the apartment, the front door still open, Taehyun let out a long sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

It seemed that at this moment he had been worried about nothing, you seemed nice and chiller than Beomgyu, and you actually took his feelings into account. It was just green flags so far.

“Hey,” your voice came from the open door, your head peeking in, “I was wondering if I could get some help carrying some of my shit, Beomgyu’s lowkey weak.”

Taehyun laughed, walking over to you at the door, “He’s probably just gonna complain too.”

You let out a small giggle, looking up at the much taller boy, “Finally someone else who understands.”

You guys walked downstairs together in a comfortable silence, no awkwardness there, Taehyun deciding that maybe you would be a good roommate.

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“Yunjin, you don’t understand my problem!” you whisper-yelled over the phone, “he’s hot!”

“No, I just don’t get how that’s a problem,” Yunjin replied, you could practically see her rolling her eyes.

You let out a loud exhale and flopped onto your bed, breathing in aggressively, the white bed sheets smelling like boy, and much of it wasn’t Beomgyu, you knew what he smelled like even after months of not seeing each other. It had to be Taehyun. The whole apartment was just Taehyun. Beomgyu you were used to but those were not Beomgyus earthy Japanese cyprus, jasmine, and spice scented candles that seemed to be suffocating you whichever room you went in. And let’s not forget that the extra room you were taking was RIGHT next to Taehyun’s, who liked to leave his door open, the smell of him flooding into your room as you sorted your boxes. Your mind was reeling, there was no way there was a boy that attractive just living in this house with Beomgyu, no way.

“It’s a problem because he’s my roommate, and I have to see this insanely hot, buff, sweet, pink-haired, cute man every single day now and Beomgyu would probably kick my ass if he knew I thought that about Taehyun!”

Yunin snickered over the phone, “You really think Beomgyu could kick your ass?”

“That’s not the point,” you huffed, “What am I gonna DO?”

“I really don’t think you can DO anything,” she replied, some chatter in the background of the call, “I think you just have to recognize and accept that he’s hot and move on, just live with him.”

You flipped over to stare at the ceiling, boxes all around the floor surrounding you, laying in silence until Yunjin snapped over the phone, “No FUCKING way, Park Sunghoon, absolutely not, you are a goddamn menace to society.”

You could hear Sunghoon’s distinct laugh over the call as Yunjin continued to complain.

You smiled hearing the chatter of your friends over the phone, even though they were only like 20 minutes away now, it was weird talking on the phone and not just meeting at Sunghoons house.

“Listen, y/n,” Yunjin started, apparently done yelling at Sunghoon, “It’s really gonna be okay, just chill out, unpack your shit and get comfortable. It’ll all be okay, promise.”

You exhaled, feeling relief spread through your body at her words, “Thanks, Yunjin. What would I do without you?”

She giggled, “Die, probably.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh my god, bye. I love you.”

“Love you,” she said sweetly before ending the call, most likely going to bother Sunghoon.

You sighed, sitting up on the bed and looking at the boxes around you, not looking forward to unpacking them.

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Much, much later that night, Taehyun was perched on the couch, Avatar the Last Airbender playing quietly in front of him yet again, and on the other side of the couch was a passed out Beomgyu, softly snoring.

Taehyun barely noticed you walking into the room, you’d been in the kitchen for about five minutes getting water, but he didn’t even see you there.

“I really think Zuko’s character arc was one of the best arcs in cinematic history,” your soft voice came from behind Taehyun, his head whipping around to see you leaning on the wall connecting the kitchen and the living room, glass of water in your hand, a huge gray hoodie that definitely was not yours adoring your frame, legs in black and white checkered pajama pants.

The light of the television lit up your face perfectly, frames dancing over your soft smile, Taehyun ignoring his stomach flipping and nodding, “It definitely was.”

You breathed a soft laugh, nodding your head towards your sleeping best friend, “I’m guessing this is normal, yeah?”

Taehyun turned his head to look at Beomgyu, mouth slightly open, head hung over his shoulder, brown hair messily framing his face, “Yeah, he’ll wake up at like two-ish and go start gaming with Soobin or Jungkook.”

You smiled softly, the pair of you smiling at the sleeping boy while listening to Sokka complain onscreen. 

“Is it cool if I join you?” you asked suddenly, “Avatar’s my favorite and I kinda wanna just chill.”

Taehyun nodded without a second thought, making you smile and breathe out a soft, “Be right back.”

Taehyun watched as you padded down the hall towards Beomgyus room, going in there just to return with a blanket and a pillow, coming back and lifting his sleeping head up softly to place the pillow underneath, draping the blanket over him.

Taehyuns earlier inner turmoil over where you would sit on the couch was over nothing apparently, because you casually sat down in the middle of the two, one arm leaning on Beomgyu as he slept. 

You were close to him, Taehyun released, running a hand through his pink hair as both of you watched the TV in silence. You were close enough to where he could smell your shampoo, he knew you had showered earlier. You smelled crisp and sweet, a little like poppies and pear, and rhubarb. You were close enough where you guys weren’t touching but he could feel your warmth. 

He heard a loud sigh, one that was definitely from Beomgyu and not you, to look over and see Beomgyu nuzzling into your shoulder under his blanket, your hand going up to scratch his head. 

You and Taehyun made eye contact and shared the smallest smile over the sleeping boy, you letting out a small giggle, both of you turning your attention back to the TV. 

It was nice and comforting sitting in silence with you, Taehyun thought, even though the only thing clogging his senses was the sweet smell of you. 

The pair of you (plus a passed out snoring Beomgyu) sat on the couch in the moonlight watching your show in silence, Taehyun deciding that maybe you moving in wasn’t gonna be so bad. 

 masterlist - next

#txt taehyun #txt kang taehyun #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun au #kang taehyun fanfic #kang taehyun #tomorrow x together fanfic #tomorrow x together text post #tomorrow x together x reader #taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun au #tomorrow x together taehyun #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #heuningkai #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au #sunghoon #jungkook #jungwon #namjoon #yunjin #tomorrow x together college au #roommate au #kpop fanfic #shoegaze #band au #kpop college au

[fxntxsix]

Throwing Punches (Reader x Boxer!Austin Butler)

Hi guys! This is my first ever fanfic and I’m not going to lie I’m shit scared about posting it but I want to thank @adoresbutlers for helping me out with this (i love you very much thank you). Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that.

Warnings: ANGST!!! Domestic violence, swearing, lowkey toxic relationship, mentions of blood (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 1128

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Okay yes you knew he had a boxing match coming up this weekend, but he had promised to be home by 6 tonight so you guys could go out for a much overdue date night. But no. It was now 9:30 and there’s no sign of your boyfriend, Austin. You felt like a fool sitting all dolled up in the living room staring at the front door, waiting for it to open. You were seething with rage at this point. The punching bag hanging in the corner of the room did not help your mood. Rather, it served as a reminder of what your boyfriend was doing instead of being with you. 

Eventually you heard the familiar jingling of the keys. The door opened and you raised your head to see Austin enter the shared apartment wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with his gym bag in one hand and the keys in the other. He walked over to where you were sitting on the sofa taking in your appearance.

“Hey baby,” he leaned over to give you a quick peck on the cheek and you turned your head away from him. 

“What’s the matter? Why are you all dressed u- oh fuck,” he curses as realization of the forgotten date night finally dawns on him. You get up and quickly try to make your way to your room so you can slam the door in his face. But before you can walk past him he drops his bag and pulls you back by the elbows.

“I’m so so sorry baby. I forgot about date night. It’s just that the match is coming up and coach-”

“Cut the shit, Austin. I don’t want to hear it.” You roughly release yourself from his grip and turn around to walk away again, not wanting to see his face.

This time he pulls you by the waist and hugs you so that your back is against is chest and his mouth is against your ear as he mutters, “I know baby I’m the worst,” then his voice drops lower and he uses a tone you know all too well, “Let me make it up to you.”

Usually, this is your kryptonite and you forget whatever it is you are upset about but tonight was different. You struggle against him for a second but somehow manage to turn around and roughly push him away from you towards the corner of your quaint apartment. He was now standing closer to the punching bag than he was to you. 

“Goddamn it, Austin, you can’t just fuck your way out of everything. I’ve been waiting here for 4 hours for you and you forgot? Do you even care about this relationship anymore? About us? Fuck, lately I’ve been questioning whether you even love me anymore. We haven’t had a fucking meal together in weeks because of your stupid boxing obsession and you know what I’m done. I am done!”

As you spoke, Austin could feel the anger rising in him. He thought he had been patient with you so far and had even apologised to you. What more did you want?

“What the hell is the matter with you, Y/N? Do I love you? Do I care about you? Everything I fucking do is for you. It’s my ‘stupid boxing obsession’ that puts food on the table, that keeps a roof over our heads, that pays for that slutty fucking dress you’re wearing.” He scoffs and puts his hands on his hips, “No, I don’t expect you to understand of course. You’re the most unsupportive, selfish girlfriend anyone could ever have.”

You had never felt hurt and anger like you did in this moment. The emotions were so strong that your entire body was trembling. Without a second thought you walked up to him and slapped him across the face, “Fuck you, Austin.”

He stood still for a second with his head turned to the left because of the force of the slap. Suddenly, he made a sound, like a growl, and in an instant his hand shot up and gripped your hair painfully, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. His blue eyes had turned almost black in anger and his jaw was clenched so tight that you thought you heard a tooth crack. Then, as quickly as his hand had come up, he released the tight grip, turned around and hit the punching bag behind him so hard that it flew off its hook on the ceiling and slammed against the opposite wall.

Austin let out a little grunt from his throat, “Hmph!”

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you gasped in shock. In a flash, you were at his side and took his hand in both of yours. For the first time that night, your eyes filled with tears when you saw his split and bloodied knuckles because of throwing a punch without any protection. Because he didn’t want to hurt you. And you had hurt him. The words spilled out of your mouth when you realised the gravity of what you had done.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you so much. Please forgive me. I love you. More than life itself. I’m so fucking sorry,” your voice kept trembling and the tears fell down your face. You continuously kissed his knuckles, not caring about the blood.

Eventually, you pulled him to the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bathtub. With shaky hands you brought the first aid kit, kneeling on the floor in front of him and cleaning up the wound.

Overwhelmed with guilt, you say, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Aus. I shouldn’t have hit you and I shouldn’t have said all those things. I hope you can forgive me. You’re right, I am selfish and unsupportive. I’m so sorry, baby.” Fresh tears flow down your cheeks.

Finally, Austin puts his uninjured hand under your chin and gently pulls your gaze up to his face, “Hey, hey, hey it’s okay. I was wrong. You are the best girl I could ask for. You’re like an angel sent from the heavens just for me. I don’t know where I would be without you. I’m sorry too. I can’t believe I forgot about tonight, I never meant to hurt you.”

Wiping your tears away, he leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss. He pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap.

“How about tomorrow we go to that diner you love and have a breakfast date? Waffles and a cold coffee?”

You nodded enthusiastically and nuzzled your nose in his neck while your thumb gently stroked the gauze you had tied around his knuckles.

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@adoresbutlers​ @butler-on-beale-street​ @vividstilinski @she-is-juniper @eu-whoria @austinbutlerr @sassy-ahsoka-tano @mamaspresley @enchantinglyjade @stargiirl27 @emmymaehereeeeee @neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo

#austin #butler #austin butler #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #elvis presley #boxer!austin butler #angst #angst with a happy ending #austin fans #austin butler fans #throwing punches

[lex-the-lesbiann]

hmm do u have any particular scene or pose for future autumn/linda drawings im Scheming >:-3

@jayferins you’ve just made my entire week

okay this one is maybe a little weird ?? but picture this: a jar. and inside the jar? a comfy sitting spot. some flowers. maybe some vines. lotsa nature. some mugs with tea or coffee or hot chocolate in them. whos holding the mugs? Autumn and Linda. do you see it? theyre living a nice cozy life in the jar, Jay. it’s beautiful.

obligatory They Deserve A Goddamn Nap And Cuddles because holy fuck do they deserve a goddamn nap and cuddles

in an au where theyre together and are in contact with Henry and Ron, i think they would want to learn about their sons respective fields and interests so maybe a date to the San Dimas History Museum :]

i also like to think they’d be close with their grandsons, i think that Linda and Terry would get along well as would Autumn and the twins and honestly vice versa so i think they’d have pictures of them all around their house (not sure how much that counts as a prompt but yeah)

and for a pose theres this one panel with Harley Quinn and Posion Ivy that is just so adorable. I envision Autumn as Ivy (literally just bc plant magic, i am basic) but rlly it could be either way and this pose is just so cute and sweet

maybe them in front of and/or holding the lesbian pride flag? or the Pride pride flag? :3

I think Linda would want a cat but Autumn wouldn’t (idk she just doesnt seem like the type of person who would want to have a pet to me??)but they’d get a cat anyway with the understanding that its Lindas cat but bc i love tropes, the cat absolutely adores Autumn

I think Linda would name the cat Sprout maybe, honestly im open to name suggestions for the cat

I think that Autumn might take a lot of candid photos of Linda

Dancing! That is all

”She asked for no pickles” - Autumn

Maybe Linda braiding Autumns hair (and/or vice versa!)

Autumn wouldn’t want a pet but i think she definitely has a lot of plants and flowers and regularly gathers bouquets for Linda

oh Sprout (the cat) might eat Autumns plants a lot so they have beef (not really, just like the silly kind)

Them in suits or dresses, I can honestly see both of them wearing either

Them as the Barbie mugshot meme, i think Linda would be Barbie and Autumn would be Ken but i can also see it the other way so 🤷

a picture of them with that one news headline like “DOES KINK BELONG AT PRIDE? WE ASKED LGBT ELDERS AND THEY ASKED IF WE WERE COPS”

im so sorry this took so long, honestly i could still write more but i didn’t wanna make this like way too much lmao

and you obviously dont have to do all (or any!) of these, i do not expect that at all, these are just some ideas :3

#god i love them so much #genuinely thank you so much for asking Jay #autumn oak/linda stampler #autumn oak #linda stampler #linda stampler dndads #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads odyssey #dndads s1

[monin1ca]

Haloween Headcanons

Word count: 761 Warnings: Duelists being idiots, viper done with valorant protocol, cursing, brainrot, not proofread… It never is

Superduper excited about the event: Jett, Raze, Phoenix, Astra, Skye

It’s no surprise why I put these people… They (By ‘they’ I mean Jett, Raze, and Phoenix) have the most childish personality and really enjoy events like this. Astra and Skye are really avid enjoyers of the event mostly because they love the candy,,, I headcanon that all these people have a sweet tooth!! Fight with the wall if you disagree👊. They (again Jett, Raze, and Phoenix) also are the ones who force Brimstone to allow them to make a party and give some funds to buy a shit ton of candy. Poor Brimstone had to agree begrudgingly; the young duelists surely would’ve committed arson if he didn't

Costumes : Jett - Cat Costume (matching with Phoenix) Raze - Dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland Phoenix - Dog Costume (matching with Jett) Astra - Dressed up as Harley Quinn ( Jett thinks she fits the bill ) Skye - Though she’s not American, she dressed up as Rosie the Riveter (She does the pose alot btw.. Its canon Im riot/j)

Is excited but hides it: Neon, Yoru, Sage, Reyna

Neon reminisces about her Halloween experience back in the Philippines and smiles thinking about it. She stopped going out to celebrate Halloween with friends when she turned into college and believes now is the chance to relive her memories. Yoru tries to keep his cool demeanor but fails when he smiles softly, remembering his times with his buddies trashing neighboring houses in high school. Sage, on the other hand, has never really experienced Halloween; she was simply too busy when she was younger. I headcanon that she lived in a more rural part of China, so events like Halloween were quite rare. And for Reyna? Well, she celebrated it because of her younger sister; she too has many fond memories of Halloween. Though, it feels so bittersweet knowing that she may not celebrate Halloween again with her sister.

Costumes : Neon - Dressed up as The Flash as a joke Yoru - DID NOT WANT TO WEAR ANYTHING,,, Was forced into wearing a Bunny headband (was supposed to match with Jett and Phoenix) Sage - Dressed up as Mulan since she (somewhat) relates to her Reyna - Dressed up as a Queen, wearing a long red slightly puffy dress with bold red makeup

Indifferent about it, but supports the other agents: Brimstone, Sova, Cypher, Kay/O, Omen, Fade, Chamber.

These people probably have experienced it once or twice and never really had an opinion on it. Probably by-standers in the party, wearing a simple costume but never really stood out. They also helped decorate the headquarters and help set the mood for the rest. Nonetheless, I think their opinion on Halloween might change once they celebrate it with their newfound family.

Costumes:

Brimstone - Wore a simple Pirate Costume. Sova - Has a small wolf ear headband and small tail Cypher - Wears a Devil costume, and has the trident(??) thing too! Kay/O - His body IS the costume Omen - Has similar cat ears to Jett Fade - Two words. Witch Costume. Chamber - Evil Priest Costume with Blood all over his costume (may or may not be real), claims to punish the sinful people.

Hates the event/Simply too busy: Viper and Killjoy

Viper just hates the idea of mingling for the reason of dressing up, she thinks it’s pointless. But she does like scaring other people, so she kinda wanders around the party scaring people. For Killjoy, she again thinks it is kinda pointless, and she's simply too busy, but she still goes when she has time.

Costume: Viper - Not a costume but wears vampire teeth Killjoy - Probably dresses up as a character that has an inside joke in Germany, and no one understands

Is in jail: Breach

About this man, can u not stay out of jail my dude???… HE'S GODDAMN GREEDY!! STOLE 10KG WORTH OF CANDY ??? LIKE BRO U EARN MILLIONS OF DOLLARS AND STILL REFUSED TO BUY CANDY???. HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE FIRST CATEGORY BUT GOT MAD AT BRIMSTONE FOR BEING SO STINGY WITH THE MONEY; OUT OF SPITE, HE STOLE CANDY. Got beaten up by Brimstone when got released

Costume: Breach - Thief costume or a King Costume (ironic, I know)

Authors Note : LMAO I CAME BACK CAUSE I SAW ALL THE KINKTOBER THING START FEEL FREE TO SEND SOME REQUESTS AND HCS <33

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant yoru #valorant sova #sova headcanons #valorant chamber #valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #jett #sova #valorant reyna #valorant killjoy #valorant breach #valorant viper #halloween #valorant raze #unhinged #im sorry #i know

[boxwinebaddie]

girl you’re so right with the nsfw headcannons u posted earlier i loved them

plEASE!!! i love you, thank you!!!! i literally thought i was going to have to delete them five minutes after posting them in shame and gaslight all of you into thinking that they were a figment of ur imaginations, but you all seemed to really like them which!!! aaaa!!! i am still writing the more for fun, random nsfw meme w/ way less Lore attached to it

BUT because i am impatient/don't know when i'm gonna finally finish, you guys were all angels and i am allergic to not sharing things: you can have my favorite random little nsfwish hc under the cut which i honestly just thought was cute tbh. :)

live laugh love ravesey world domination...Literally if ur kyle, lmao. <3

-pastes sh*t straight from my post bc i'm lazy lmao-

-so raven is my fruity edgy boy jewelry king and jersey does make fun of him 25/8 for being a walking hot topic accessory display case btw, ( which like, kyles,...baby...please do not pretend like u didn't just spend half the current word count on my fanfiction wanting to hook urself on a certain sexc rockstar boys tacky hot topic display case skeleton hand lip ring like a goddamn fish smh ) esp. The Choker,

which...okay, sidebar, but before they were happily #hating and jersey kyle actively thought he 'hated' ravenstan, one time our punk rock prince was giving poor kyle what i like to call the Risque Raven Runaround, which is super effective, and in fight or flight response to getting flirted with/majorly sexually frustrated by said rockstar boy...

kyle stepped up to him, ran his nail across stans neck with aching slowness and basically threatened to 'replace that tacky too tight velvet vampire dog collar with my hand' if u keep talking shit, which was all bark no bite obviously, an empty threat/a joke, but uhhhh? the Crazy SOUND tht ravenstan made...kyle was like eXCUSE ME??? plZ

my whole fic is jersey insulting raven and him being like damn thats crazy u hate me...i also hate me...do u want to Make Out about it???

anyways! so i really don't think they fight, like, ever, they are so in luv, but very early into them #hating, kyle, who i will say that despite being the hottest most scrumdidilyumpious bad as hell man on planet earth, did display real human emotion ( surprisingly ) and got hella insecure and jealous about stans fans not respecting their relationship and a bunch of dumb tabloids saying theyre prolly Not Really Dating bc why would a celebrity settle for 'some guy'? which...

i want u to know that kyle calling himself Some Guy unlocked something extremely visceral in ravenstan because he showed up to his next show...w/ a tiny silver K charm on the iconic raven choker ;)

wHICH WAS HIS LITTLE EMO GOTH BOY VERSION OF WHEN GIRLS PUT THEIR BOYFRIENDS INITIAL ON A NECKLACE EXCEPT KIND OF HOTTER TBH HE ATE THAT LIKE HELLO?? STAN?? wHEW

kyle...ironically...was Gagged, he was sweatin oh my GOD, he was like Come Home RN sakhdlksahd and i would just like u All to know that

...the sexy velvet eboy k charm choker Does stay on during sex. <3

( which, ok tbh, guilty as sexually charged, ravesey are an i'm yours, you're mine possessive couple, but not in a scary toxic way, just in a mutually obsessed with each other, Everyone Fuck Off kinda way

so...Cute :') sahdlksahdlsad am...i delusional? )

buuuut, okay bonus because i love to laugh [ this is unhinged ]:

- i also want to say that jerseykyle knows not to be intimidated by ravens little dawn spawn minions trying to flame him on social media & shit but that does not stop him from saying out of pocket shit like

yeah!!! well just remember that while you're screaming his name at ur stupid concert, in a couple hours he'll be at home screaming Mine xx

wHIHDSIHDIHDDSLNKD AAAAA KYLEEEE!!!!!! jail jail jail stan was like kYLE!!!! OH MY GOD in the comments and kyle said See ;)

HEEEEELPSHDKLHDL

listen y'all...jersey kyle may be the villian, but he is MY hero, babey. <3

-toxic yaoi ceo uncle nina

#thank u for the love on my usfw hcs u guys were so real that lore was important and meant a lot to me #it also contradicts my normal style hcs so my brain was like shortcircuting when i was figuring their dynamic out #which is iconic i gotta say #nina stop posting weird little #N/S/F/W #headstannons and shit but also I AM LOWKEY OBSESSED W THIS ONE LIKE RAVEN WAS CUTE FOR THAT #my man is loyal with a capital l wearing the k necklace like ravenstanley marsh was a one man man out the gate #everyone and their mom threw themselves at rockstar stan and he was unphased like he was like I Am Spoken For #this nonexistent ass belongs to kyle matthew broflovski #AND MAD RESPECT TO HIM I TOO WOULD BE LIKE IF LOST PLEASE RETURN TO THE BADDEST MAN IN THE WORLD BB #ravenstan and jerseykyle are lightly hades persephone coded #but in an also not toxic like flowery writer girl metaphor way #but yeah ravenstan do be walking around in the kyley b k emo boy choker which i think is very sexc of him like go off king #kyle really was like i need u to come home rn so i can do crazy down horrendous things to u in the choker w my initial on it #ravesey world domination everyone...but literally #ALSO I AM OBSESSED W JERSEY KYLE THAT MAN IS RUTHLESS HE DOES NOT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK #HE IS UNHINGED ON SOCIAL MEDIA #LIKE THAT WAS SO OUT OF POCKET BUT HE WAS RIGHT LIKE WHERE WAS THE LIE STAN COULDNT EVEN ARGUE #I JUST KNOW THAT SCREENSHOT WENT VIRAL #if any1 even breathes near him wrong abt stan hes like #keep talking shit sweetheart bc ur wearing my sbfs teeshirt and hes wearing my initial around his neck <3 cry and cope :) #which is funny bc kyle seems really jealous but if anyone breathes Right near stan about KYLE??? OOOOOOF DUDE!! #he is in kyles lap kissing him all over the place like ooh babe whos ur friend? hi nice to meet u I'm Raven of Crimson Dawn :) #FUCKING BRUTAL LIKE OH MY GOD #STAN rELAAAAAAAAAAAX #-wheezes- i love...my sons...sm

[heloflor]

Since I’m starting to post Mario stuff might as well scream about how exciting that last Nintendo Direct was (spoilers under the cut)

- SUPER MARIO RPG IS GETTING REMASTERED !!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY THAT GAME !!! Also the Chibi artstyle is adorable ! Also also I love how Mario and Peach are clearly Chibi with bigger heads while Bowser has normal proportions. Also also also, to all the Geno fans out there, how are you guys feeling ?

- NEW PRINCESS PEACH GAME !!! AND THEY’RE IGNORING HER BUTCHERED MOVIE VERSION AND INSTEAD ARE KEEPING HER AS SWEET AND SOFT AND FIGHTING WITH MAGIC, HELL YEAH !!! Also I like how it doesn’t seem to be a platformer but instead a more adventure type of game, I like the diversity ! Plus it’s fitting for Peach.

(And also I have this headcanon that Peach has magic but doesn’t know how to use it, at least not without help (Starlow “triggering it for her” in Mario and Luigi for example) and considering the thing helping her use magic in this game seems sentient, the headcanon still stands ! And yes the reason for this headcanon is to justify Peach never using it outside of the RPGs + there’s angst potential, especially when taking into account how often villains use her for her powers)

- Also they joke about having a game for each main characters, with one Mario game, one Luigi game and one Peach game. Where's our Bowser game, Nintendo ? He's a main character too, when is his time under the spotlight ? /hj

- NEW WARIO WARE GAME HOLY SHIT AND IT’S SIMILAR TO SMOOTH MOOVES, ARGUABLY THE BEST OF THE SERIES !!!!!

- NEW SUPER MARIO BROS THAT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A BRAND NEW GAME INSTEAD OF BEING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN !!! AND THE ARTSTYLE IS FANTASTIC !!! AND YOU CAN ACTUALLY PLAY AS DAISY HOLY SHIT !!!! Although I feel like this game will fuel even more “Mario takes drugs” jokes because…I mean come on, there’s no beating the drug allegations on this one. Also I’m low-key curious as to what Bowser’s plan is here since 1. Peach is playable so he didn’t capture her and 2. That one small moment with what appeared to be Junior with a strange mask ? (that character had Junior’s proportions, a spiked shell and bracelets without spikes) Are Bowser and his army brainwashed in this game maybe ? And now that I think about it doesn’t his ship have purple eyes or something, implying they're brainwashed ? Also is Yoshi going to be the new “easy mode” character since he can flutter and carry others ? That could also explain why four players can all be him

- Not the biggest when it comes to battle royal games but that one rhythm game seems wacky as all hell

- While not games I own or is that big of a fan of, feel happy for Luigi Mansion fans, Mario Kart fans who finally got Kamek into the rooster + Petey Piranha as many hoped (though I hope Wiggler being here won’t prevent other wanted characters in…), Pikmin fans who got a brand-new game, same for Sonic (I might actually get this one, seems pretty fun), and also happy for those who wanted more out of Mario + Rabbids.

- On a more negative note, GAME FREAK WILL YOU PLEASE LET YOUR TEAM GET SOME GODDAMN DESERVED REST ?!!! We can live a few years without a new Pokemon game, the world isn’t going to explode ! Hell look at Mario ! We haven’t had a new Mario Bros game in years (not counting the U remake) and look how amazing the new game looks ! Stop overworking your poor team, your fans aren’t going anywhere, they can wait !

Overall, the one I’m most excited for this year is Wario Ware while the most exciting overall is the Peach game. I don’t know if this is because she’s always been my favorite as a kid or because I’m still salty about how much positive reception her movie version got, but seeing Nintendo portray Peach as a magical girl makes me unbelievably happy (or relieved I guess ? One big fear I had about the movie was said movie causing Peach’s character to be completely revamped; so it’s good that at least Nintendo aren’t doing it. And it proves that this whole “Movie Peach is how I always viewed her” from Miyamoto was indeed marketing bullshit).

But seriously, I can already tell Super Mario RPG and Wario Ware are gonna take over my life. Also this song has been stuck in my head for hours now, help

#Nintendo Direct #Nintendo Direct spoilers #if that's even a thing #Super Mario #Flor talks #long post #(I guess ?) #I would gush more in the tags but since this might be spoilers... #hence the little rant at the end of the post instead of putting it down there #(take a shot every time I wrote 'also')

[aberfaeth]

fic asks!! 2, 3, 8, 9, and 18 💖

LOVE U JADE TYSM 💛💛

2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

ok this is cheating bc it’s not my fic but it Was a birthday gift & i did help conceptualize? so it counts. everyone please go read darling i’d wait for you, even if you didn’t ask me to right now Immediately. watch season 1 of the great pretender just so u can read it. sav @grasslandgirl is a master of tension and resolution and deserves 1 million comments and kudos

3. What’s a fic idea you have but haven’t written yet?

BKU (Bloodkeep University) has lived in my head for So Long now and i have like 4k of notes and timelines about it and have not written a single sentence of prose (that’s a lie i have one (1) short scene) anyways it’s a vile villains college au and the Dynamics of it. are so fun.

couple others by incomprehensible logline (if any of these Spark Curiosity lmk i would be delighted to elaborate): WOTW aka the young wizard’s no good horrible time, nancy wheeler funeral phoebe bridgers study, vi fic aka the four horseman have a snarky hacker now, tlibo&t, valdrinorman symbiote au, GLASS DOLL LENORE!, max centric balancing on one wounded wing sequel, pilot program gowpenny crammer, 50k sixavik enemies to lovers

can u tell i conceptualize a lot and write. less than that

8. What kind of document do you use to write?

google docs! if it’s long or i’m gonna be working on it for a while (nanowrimos especially) i’ll color the background of the document a pastel color so it’s easier on the ol eyes

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you’ve written?

oh boy this is daunting so i’m just gonna pick one i did recently: erica’s scene with eddie in no, i’m not afraid to disappear! eddie’s relationship with erica is so fascinating and dear to me, and the combination teasing plus genuine concern and affection was fun to write. also just. i liked this one:

“Eddie gives her an acknowledging hum, picking his carton of rice back up. “For the record,” he says, voice a little rough, “I don’t think there’s a thing in this world you couldn’t grab if you wanted, Erica Sinclair.””

18. Rec someone else’s fic!

I HAVE SO MANY RECS INFINITE RECS. going 2 be so brave and limit myself to 3

starting off with one with shadows bc it lives permanently in my head. i was not even an acoc fic person until u changed my brain chemistry forever w this 💛💛💛 everyone say Thank U Jade

you were warm when everything was cold by @lesbianrobin bc i just reread it recently and it still manages to kill me dead. lucas’ pov is crafted with such care and his relationships with max and steve and himself are so beautiful and Real and i could literally go on about this for hours. there’s one line specifically that makes me clutch my chest in Emotion but i shant spoil it everyone go read it for urself

girl help! by @gilears bc i think about eldonado every goddamn day. this fic does dual pov so well and jamie Understands them SO MUCH!!! they are so good and so dumb 💛 also keep ur eyes peeled bc i am lucky enough to be In There (in tweet format)! if i do a reclist without plugging the talent of my beautiful amazing av friends it is a cold day in hell Anyway

#TYSM FOR THE ASK JADE!!! I LOVE TO TALK 💛 #c.ask

[ivettel]

mcr anon again!! seeing your reply made me so happy, you have no idea!

i don’t have a favourite album just yet but i love the black parade (it’s the album i started with), three cheers, danger days, and even though whether it counts as one of their albums is a little unclear from what i’ve seen, i absolutely love conventional weapons! bullets is the album that is probably most different to what i’m used to, but the songs have been growing on me and i’ve started to love it more.

i have not gotten the chance to get into much of the lore yet! i’ve seen bits of the black parade stuff and a mention of the demolition lovers but not much more than that. i’ve been a little hesitant to reach out to anyone to ask about the mcr lore because there’s just so much that i’m a little intimidated and don’t know where to begin 😅

anyway i absolutely love you and your blog as a baby killjoy (i think?? it’s been 3 months since i got into them) and a seb fan <3

hello again!

oooh hell yes the black parade is what a lot of people would consider to be their magnum opus, i adore it--if you haven't already, please check out the black parade live in mexico! something about their live performances is just soo visceral and exciting and it almost makes their studio versions pale in comparison, esp when it comes to this album! seeing them live last september was genuinely actually life changing. my personal fav is three cheers, but there's a mcr album for every mood <3

also, yeah, cw isn't reeeally an album, even if people basically group the songs together like one. in short, what happened during the making of the black parade was really sad, like the band moved to a haunted mansion, mikey had a crazy mental breakdown, etc, and gerard was like so incredibly into the concept of the album that it took. Everything out of him? and like all artists do, he had that moment where he was like, well, i don't want to need to hurt myself irreparably to make art. so the goal for the next album was to just play it straight--no high concept, just pure fucking rock. and they tried a bunch of things that led to cw! but ultimately they couldn't make their sound work as A My Chemical Romance Album, no matter how they sliced it, and also there was some talk that the boys were getting tired of each other. danger days came out of the ashes of conventional weapons, which you can hear musically, and it's very cool! but so like there was a huge gap between the end of tbp and dd and people didn't know what happened in the interim until after the band broke up and released cw.

bullets is SO beloved--like you say, it's the most sonically different! part of that is the sound production quality (they recorded in a friend's basement studio under an indie record label called eyeball records, got signed to reprise after) and they had a shit drummer nicknamed otter (who thankfully got sacked before three cheers), and the boys were ohhh so very new to all of this. another part is That Was The Scene, they were raised on new jersey rock legends like the misfits, thursday was (and still is) super popular, etc. it's crazy though like, ray was going to try and get into the film industry! gerard had been interning at cartoon network! frank was trying to make it with his own band called pencey prep (he didn't join until may 30 2002)!

it's a very romantic album i think, a time capsule of the era for sure. gerard was suffering from crazy tooth pain and had to get punched in the face to stop bitching about it. frank wasn't even in the band and he hung around the studio smoking and napping on the couch. they didn't sell their CDs, they just gave them out to try and spread the word. they were piss drunk for their first ever show because they were so goddamn nervous. there's a lot of extra context that i think makes the album more accessible! but also if u keep an open mind and listen to bullets just as it is, and let all the melodies and themes wash over you, listen to the lyrics, you might find yourself loving it :)

for more info: i would absolutely recommend starting with life on the murder scene for a glorified summary of their time starting out and during the recording of three cheers! and for a full fairytale kinda rundown for their time in the band, tom bryant's true lives is like the beginner's bible. they'll give u a sense of who the band is! the lore and the ~characterizations~ given to them from those two sources have stayed to this day. but then yknow, you get deeper into it and you find that some things are kinda handwaved for the sake of story and you end up obsessed with whatever happened in 2007, and ugh. anyway! lots of levels to this. but def start out with those!

sorry this got so long, i could talk about this band forever LOL. but cheers, appreciate it, and if u ever wanna come off anon and dm we can totally chat! x

#anon #genius bar #long post

[glaivenoct]

1, 5, 19 for ao3 wrapped

ao3 wrapped [writer's edition]

Thank you for sending some <3 <3

1.) How many words have you written this year?

There's no way this is going to be accurate but 39,779+

I'm going based off of the words counts from the 5 fics I posted to ao3 this year. However, there are things I've written that are still sitting in my docs. Not to mention that I have this insane habit of sometimes rewriting things anywhere from 3 to 2o348940293 times over when my brain gets stuck and a fic isn't working out the way I want it to. There's some things sitting in WIPs that are already on rewrite number 3 and I'm this closer to rewriting it AGAIN ;A;

So it's hard to say, but there's a base to go off of at least ;u;

5.) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I'm still to this day blown away by the response I received on Even Angels Deserve Guardians ;u; It was the most encouraging and motivating response I've ever experienced, especially since it was my debut fic in both Tristamp & Vashwood fandoms!! So many people said welcome and apparently really enjoyed my characterization of both Vash & WW? Which was probably my biggest concern when writing it. I wanted to do right by them so bad and I was worried since I was used to writing The Same rarepair for the last several years in a row ;A;

I'm so grateful for every kudos, bookmark and lovely comment ppl left on it QuQ

19.) What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Heh I still haven't tried my hand at Pelnoct or Pelnyxnoct oops ;u; I think it's safe to say Vashwood is a high priority on the list next year since I've only managed to do one fic for them so far. There's still plenty of exploring to do with them ofc.

But ok. Listen. I honestly don't think I will ever actually be brave enough to try my hand at one of my newer fav pairings, but just hear me for a sec pls -

Nanago

I don't talk abt jjk stuffs with anyone but the voices in my head. So I'm taking my chance to spew this out into the void, apologies in advance. AHEM!! I don't know if I have the capability to write either of these characters or the universe of jjk itself well or believably - but goddamn do I enjoy thinking about the potential of these two.

Because, in my head, there is just something to be said about a character that is literally physically untouchable unless he actively turns off his power because he has deemed a certain space, object, or person Safe Enough to make physical contact with him. There is something to be said about a character with this renowned title of being "The Strongest", and the loneliness that might come with that underneath this "idiotic", "flippant", and "egotistical" personality. ALL OF THIS combined with this character losing their "one and only" technically two times, and between both instances, calling love "the most twisted curse of all"

Like I love Gojo for the chaotic fucker he is, but I like to believe there are things there under the surface, beyond those general wants and goals he talks about in the series. And it gives me brainworms - especially in relation to Nanami.

Nanami, my beloved. Calm and pragmatic Nanami who sees himself as someone with "no concept of a reason worth living or something worth doing". Sigh. THERE IS ALSO SOMETHING TO BE SAID abt a character who, at the hands of the jujutsu world, also loses their only friend and experiences much suffering. A character who only chooses to return to this world bc, even if it brings him pain and suffering, at least he's helping people. An incredibly selfless character that values the lives of his comrades, ESPECIALLY the youngsters. Goddd does he want to protect the youngsters and let them be youngsters. He might be hella opposite of Gojo personality wise but

A.) That's part of what makes them fun hehe >:3 B.) It's fun to draw the parallels and contrasts, and despite their differences in how they approach things, I think they share similar wants and goals - particularly in reference to the youngsters and seeing a change in the world.

WITH ALL THAT SAID - I want these two to find something in each other amidst all that ish. and like, make out about it. Idk if exploring them is something I'll pull off in actual writing next year, but at the very least I will be in a corner somewhere exploring them in my head.

And thus concludes Brina's sudden Nanago ramble ty and m'sorry I just enjoy them!!!

#fic asks #and upon writing this tag it looks like nanago/jjk is a majority of what came out of my queue today hahaha hELP

[smokeybrandreviews]

Much Ado About Nothingness

We are almost halfway through the year and Manjuu finally blessed us with new Event! Iron Blood Event content, at that! Iron Blood event content that has a brilliant new Ultra Rare Ship in the banner! You absolutely know I'm making a run today! I’ve stacked Cubes and Finishers for months. I have hundreds of these things, literally stockpiling for this, specifically. Sure, I've burned a few here or there for a couple of Reruns but all of my everything in Azur Lane, is primarily for my darling Kraut dock. it’e wild because the drought has been long and arduous. I’ve literally just been doing side quest since the turn of the year but now, i can get back to the main campaign. Sh*t’s dope, sure, but it’s at the cost of Marco Polo. I’m still in the middle of constructing her and now she gets to be put on the back burner because Bismarck Zwei needs just SO much love! Off the top, this was the most expensive Banner at which I've ever made a run. It took all two hundred rolls, man. so many of my Cubes, sacrificed to the cruel, cruel, Gacha gods. I’ve played this game for years and, up to this point, never had to take the Pity.

The most cubes I've used on Banner ships was eighty. Actual years of luck. I guess it finally ran out because, goddamn, two hundred f*cking cubes, yo! My pockets are bare but it was worth it. I unlocked all of the ships available and, in the grueling process of burning all of my hard earned Cubes, was able to Limit Break every ship on that Banner, save U-556 META. Generally speaking, i don’t care about META ships so she’s just bonus. No, my prize is all of those UR Bismark Zweis. It took one hundred and seventy rolls but, on that last one, i popped three Zweis and my third U-556 META. Bro, i had already fully Limit Broken both Otto von Alvensleben and Regensburg. That’s five goddamn copies for each of those boats! By the fiftieth goddamn roll! I literally have two extra copies of Regensburg right now because i had to run that banner another one hundred and twenty goddamn times! By then, i just said “F*ck it” and kept going to gt the Pity. Why not? I had the Cubes and figured better that than buying one of those UR Bulin from the shop.

It’s wild that i pulled every ship available in this Event. It took a great deal but now I'm not even sure if i want to play the goddamn game! I mean, of course i will, i need to grind out that Affection so i can wife my new ships, but what would be more efficient: Grinding the Event or just grinding on of the Stage Eleven maps? Sure, there’s more Experience to be had on Stage Eleven but, i mean, there is Shop stuff i can buy. Cats can never have enough Rainbow Blueprints and there’s ten of those b*tches in there. I might just go that route, mostly because i still need to unlock Jade. She’s the Point Accumulation Reward for this event so unlocking her is only a matter of time. Ten thousand is a lot but i think i have a pretty healthy start. Maxing out those three Banner ships and getting them to level one hundred almost immediately, has to count for something, right? The other stuff added during his update is pretty dope, too. I love the new costumes, specifically Regensberg’s Dark Dragon, Brilliant Beach. That there is some quality Live 2D, i tell you hwat! The Wishing Well is back but i already have everything i want so it’s more a mute point for me. Still, i might use it to pick up a random boat, who knows? What i do know is I’m going to miss out on that Nelson Retrofit because i, apparently, don’t have Nelson in my Fleet. How is that even a thing? Whatever, it’s fine. I got another UR KMS boat in Zwei. That, alone, made this entire Event worth it for me.

#Azur Lane #Confluence of Nothingness #Iron Blood #KMS