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spidervee · 1 year

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in which jake is your roommate and ruins all your dates. accidentally. accidentally, right?🌻 18+ only!

Jake Seresin isn’t an ideal roommate. He sings in the shower at 5 a.m., he can’t load a dishwasher to save his life—seriously, who puts mugs on the bottom—and he has a habit of walking around shirtless that is beginning to interfere with your love life.

Of course, he’s got a lot of good qualities. He’s a surprisingly good cook, with a recipe for chicken and dumplings you’re pretty sure is the best thing you’ve ever eaten. He’s also got that Navy-mandated tidiness, so the apartment you share is always vacuumed and dusted. And he has a habit of walking around shirtless, which, as appealing as it is for your eyes, is…

Yepp. Starting to mess with your love life.

Because guys see Jake making a smoothie in the kitchen or getting back from a run or literally doing anything and decide they have to have some stupid pissing contest with your roommate, who remains, you think, entirely oblivious to how threatened he makes the men you bring home. Because why would he see them as a threat, right? He’s so far out of your league that your dates have nothing to worry about. Jake Seresin could pull any girl he ever wanted so why would he want you?

You’re almost grateful he��s deployed—despite your usual worry for his safety—when you bring a new guy home from the bar. No Jake means no weird energy and maybe a chance to actually let a relationship get off its feet.

Until he comes out of the bathroom and you’re smiling at your phone because Jake sent you a text, a photo of the two of you at the beach from last year. One of those iPhone memories that apparently made him think of you.

This came up on my phone yesterday. Miss you, sweetheart. Don’t burn the place down. Oh and I’m safe in case you couldn’t tell.

Your date isn’t thrilled to see the photo, even though he asks to. Tells you it looks like you’re a couple—as if—and that Jake seems really comfortable touching you—he’s just a touchy person.

The night ends with some mediocre sex and, despite his words to the otherwise, your date never calls you back.

You try not to blame Jake, but it’s hard not to see him as the root of all your woes in love. And if you’re not mad at him, you’ll have to analyze why he’s accidentally ruining every date you’re on and maybe you’ll have to admit that it’s because none of these guys actually measure up to Jake.

You’d have to have the startling realization that you are hopelessly in love with your roommate.

So when Jake comes back a few weeks later maybe you’re cold. Maybe you’re quiet. Maybe you’re keeping to yourself and maybe you tell him to fuck off when he keeps asking what he did wrong.

You move to storm out of the apartment and it’s all very dramatic, but Jake stops you with a hand grasped firmly around your wrist. It’s not rough, but determined, and he pulls you gently closer to him, his green eyes burning with confusion under furrowed brows.

“What was that?” His skin is sun-kissed and he can’t tell you where he was deployed but you know it was somewhere warm from the way the few freckles that dot his nose are more prominent than usual.

“Fuck. Off.”

Jake blinks, undeterred. And then he stares at you, gaze so focused you feel like you’re a target in one of his stupid training exercises. You want to shy away, but when his other hand comes up to wipe away the tears you hadn’t realized we’re gathering in your eyes it all comes out. All your weird and messy feelings that will certainly ruin everything and make it so you need to find another place to live.

But when you’re done talking, Jake just frowns. He pulls you impossibly closer and rests his chin atop your head. “I’m sorry, sweets,” he mutters, “But I’m glad I scared those guys off.” He doesn’t add that he was totally doing it on purpose as often as he could—things are still too fragile for that. One day he’ll tell you. And on that day, he’ll receive a face full of chocolate cake as punishment.

But for today, he just lets you sniffle in his arms, holds you close as you put a wet spot down the front of his t-shirt. “They’re not good enough for you,” he continues, “I just helped them realize that sooner rather than later.”

“Jake,” you complain, “You can’t keep doing that. I need…I want to find someone.”

His frown deepens and he places his hands on your waist, tapping your hips lightly to warn you that he’s going to pick you up. Carrying you into your bedroom, he sighs. “Fine. I’ll stop, if you give this guy I know a shot.”

“I’m listening.”

“He’s Navy,” Jake continues, “And he’s got a killer body.”

“Definitely listening,” you laugh, but try to ignore the pang of hurt that is Jake setting you up with one of his friends.

Jake rolls his eyes and takes a spot beside you on your bed. “He’s a great pilot, some say the best. And he’s a gentleman, Texas-raised so he knows his way around a kitchen.”

Oh. Oh.

“Jake…”

He holds up a hand, not willing to be interrupted. “And he’s shit at loading the dishwasher, sweets, but I know he’d be willing to learn.”

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winkwonkwankwenk · 4 months

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Hello! If you're still accepting requests, I'd like to ask for one where Gojo or Toji (your choice) have a bad fight with their partner but they make up in the end (make it very very very angsty please with fluff or spice at the end🥺) thank you😙

Always accepting requests hehe. I'm in a Gojo mood rn, so let's torment our glorious blue-eyed king!!

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader

SFW/NSFW

“God, you’re so fucking dramatic.” You throw your purse down, kicking off your shoes.

“Are you serious? You were just grinding on another guy!” He grabs your wrist, yanking you back. “Don’t walk away from me!”

“What’s the point in staying if you’re just going to accuse me of cheating every five minutes?!” You squirm in his grip, glaring up at him.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t think you were cheating if you were home.”

He’s ridiculous. Ever since the two of you moved in together he had been controlling. He’d get upset if you wore anything tight, anything revealing. He’d throw a fit when you didn’t do your half of the chores and then stomp away. God forbid you leave without telling him, he’d have a meltdown and blow up your phone. If you didn’t answer then he’d assume you were out clubbing and sleeping around.

“Maybe I don’t want to be home with you!” You jerk your arm out of his hand and storm into your bedroom, slamming the door. You throw handfuls of clothes into your suitcase, hot tears streaming down your face to your chin.

“Y/N-” He doesn’t knock, why should he? It’s his room too. “-What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“No, no, you aren’t going anywhere.” Gojo tries to pull the suitcase away but you yank it back, so he grabs a random shirt only for you to grab it too. “Let go, you’re staying!”

“Not with you!” You don’t even care about the shirt anymore, you let go and watch him stumble back. “I’m leaving!”

“To go where? Your other boyfriend’s house?” He follows you as you rush to put on your shoes at the front door, “Answer me! How many are there? Are they better than me-”

“You know what, maybe they are.” Your chest presses against his when you stand, your hands balled into tight fists. “Maybe I should find another boyfriend since you’re so insistent I have a secret one.”

“Don’t you dare even joke about that-”

“I’m not joking, Satoru.” You turn your back on him, the front door creaking open. “I’m done.”

SLAM!

His guilt hits him like a brick, stomach churning as he chews on his own words. Why did he say all of that? Idiot, he’s so fucking stupid. He scrambles to open the door, running down the hall of your apartment complex. He looks around every corner, eyes wide and full of worry. Your perfume lingers in the air, it’s sweet but his mouth is sour. A shaky sob leaves his lips when he realizes you’ve left.

You’re gone.

He tries calling you but it goes straight to voice-mail. He calls some of your friends but none of them tell you where you are, all of them advising him to leave you alone. He’s fucked up bad, the worst he ever has. He knew you had never and would never cheat on him but the thought alone made him anxious. You’re his, only his. If only other guys understood that. He knows he went too far but when he saw you dancing with that guy at the club, watching the guy eye you so hungrily- it made his blood boil.

He waits for you to come home, but you don’t. Two days pass and he hasn’t heard from you. Normally, the two of you text each other I love you at least once, even when you’re mad at each other. He’s sent it, spammed it along with novels begging for you to come home but no response. He started sleeping on the couch just in case you walked in, but you didn’t so he started staying awake in case you called.

You didn’t.

The apartment is too empty, too quiet without you. He’s left alone with his screaming thoughts, each one a sharp stab into his heart. Why haven’t you come home? Are things really over between the two of you? They can’t be. He can’t lose you, he loves you. Gojo loves you more than the summer, more than the bright sun in the sky that kisses his pale skin when he’s outside. He can’t eat, not when you aren’t across from him and laughing about a meme or message. He can’t sleep without hearing your soft snores beside him, holding you in his arms and using your shoulder as a pillow.

One night, he was so down he went to the nearest bar and got so drunk he couldn’t walk. He was a weeping mess, snot leaking from his runny nose as he wailed like a toddler. The staff used one of their phones to call you, and you answered since the number didn’t show up as Gojo’s. Part of you wanted to hang up and pretend you had never been called but you couldn’t. What if he got hurt trying to go home by himself? Why did he even drink that much knowing he was a lightweight? Letting out a weary sigh, you tell your friend that you have to go pick up Gojo. You had been staying at her place to clear your head. She rolls her eyes when you make excuses for him, mumbling about how the two of you should just make up in bed already. Your face warms at the thought but you brush it off, you’re still mad at him.

You didn’t stay mad long.

How could you when he stumbled over to you as fast as he could the moment you got out of your car. He buries his face into your chest, strong arms wrapping around you and refusing to let go. He’s crushing you in his embrace but you lean into it further, hiding your face in his soft hair. You gently rub his back in an attempt to calm him down but he only cries harder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry~” He says in between sharp sobs, “Home. Home please.”

“Alright, breathe, okay?-”

“I can’t without you!” His hands curl into fists in your shirt, “Don’t go! Stay!”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You cup his face, staring into those beautiful blue eyes. “Let’s get you home.”

He clings to you the entire drive back to your apartment, insistent on holding at least one of your hands. He coats it in wet kisses, holding your hand against his face as if he’s freezing. You force your face to stay stoic, forcing yourself to remember all the things he said. He’s a jealous man, a possessive man, a man who showers you in affection every chance he has and spends every dollar he makes tending to you. He would always wake you up with a kiss even if the two of you had fought, something you missed while you were away.

“Satoru, I’m still mad at you.” You struggle to hold his gaze when he gives you those sad puppy eyes. “But…I’ll stay home. Tonight.”

“Only tonight?” His bottom lip quivers, his sniffles loud. “Stay forever.”

“So dramatic.” You sigh as you help him out of the car and into your apartment, grunting as his build weighs you down.

Your eyes widen when you see your apartment in disarray, gifts decorating every surface except the couch, which has pillows and a blanket you swore you threw away months ago. You try sitting him down but he hugs your legs, burying his face into your thighs. You don’t bother pushing his head away, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch.

“You need to lay down.”

“Don’t wanna.” He mumbles, nuzzling your hand when you reach down to pry his face away. “You’ll leave.”

“You said really shitty things-”

“I know, ‘m sorry.” He’s crying again and making that face, the one he knows makes you crumble. “I can’t help it, ‘m scared…”

“Scared of what?” You stumble down on the couch, leaving him kneeled in front of you.

“Someone taking you away.” He lays his head on your lap and whines when you play with his hair, “You’re so pretty…and guys don’t leave you alone…someone’s going to take you away and ‘m gonna be alone again.”

This is what he’s afraid of- being by himself? You sigh, rubbing the nape of his neck. He’s always been a clingy boyfriend and while it annoyed you at times, times like these made you adore it. Here he was, sweet slurred words slipping from his lips as he held onto you tightly. He was an open book, every insecurity laid bare in front of you as he rambled. He’d probably be mortified when he was sober over what he said- if he even remembered.

“Smell good,” He mumbles. He buries his nose between your thighs, “Want taste.”

“Satoru…” You shiver as he bashfully looks up at you, “You’re drunk. You should lay down until you feel better.”

“But I wanna make you feel better.” His tongue traces circles on your inner thighs, eliciting quiet gasps from you. “Y/N, please~”

“F-Fine- fuck~!” You yelp as he tugs your core closer by your hips, his face squished between your legs. “Gentle~!”

“Gentle…” He repeats as he pulls your shorts down, pushing your panties aside. God your scent- he’s already dizzy from the alcohol but now he can’t even think straight.

He slides his tongue in, sucking and slurping between your lower lips. Good, so good, your taste coats his tongue as he pushes it deeper. Your walls are smooth, soft around his fingers as he presses two of them in. You squeeze the couch cushions but he moves your hands to his hair, looking up at you as he devours your sweet cunt. His cock twitches in his dampened pants as he sinks his face into your pussy, nose surrounded by your wet folds as he eagerly licks. You moan, gently tugging his hair and grinding against his mouth when he groans. He moves his tongue from your hole to your clit, teasing your sensitive bud until it twitches between his lips when he pulls it into his mouth. His fingers haven’t stopped swirling inside of you, stroking that sweet spot.

“This is where you’re weak right?” He rasps, letting go of your aching clit long enough to speak before sucking it back between his lips. You cry out when he pushes his tongue between his fingers, the partnership sending you over the edge.

“Satoru~!”

Is he even drunk anymore? He can’t be- not when he’s stroking that spot knowing it’s making you shake and squirm. You try to push his head back but he’s got you pinned down by your thighs, eyes rolled back as he swallows every drop of your juices. This is bad- but it feels so good. What were you even mad at him about again? His tongue leaves your stretched hole, lazily lapping up your juices as you catch your breath. He whimpers as his cock begs for attention, slowly crawling on top of you. His kisses are sloppy, a mix of tongue and teeth as you breathlessly groan into his mouth. Gojo fumbles with his pants until his cock is freed, oozing precum as he nudges your legs apart.

“Y/N…I wanna put it in…Y/N~” He begs, hands intertwining with yours. “Please? Feel good, I wanna make you feel good…”

“Just the tip…” You manage to whisper. The condoms are tucked away in a drawer in your bedroom and both of you are too hot and bothered to go grab them.

“Mhm~” He starts with just the tip, but both of you know it isn’t going to stop there.

Once he starts, he doesn’t stop. His hips rock against yours faster than you can recover from. He’s balls deep in your pussy, stretching and spreading your walls around his girth. He’s panting, gasping, but refusing to stop. Your nails dig into his bag, dragging down it and leaving deep scratches but he doesn’t care. Good- you feel so fucking good wrapped around him and whining under him.

“Nngh- love you, I love you~” He thrusts deeper, faster, hitting your sweet spot mercilessly as you wither beneath him. “Mine, stay mine, don’t leave again~”

“Satoru~! Satoru~!” Is all you can say, all you can moan. You can feel him filling your stomach with his precum, your mouth full of his spit as you makeout.

“Fuck- ‘m gonna cum.” He’s much more talkative now during sex than when he’s sober. “L-Let’s get married~ Y/N, marry me~”

“Satoru~” You purr, back arching as you orgasm for the fifth time.

His thrusts stutter as you clench around him, squeezing his cock like a suction-cup. He can’t hold back, not when you’re doing this to him. He pins your thighs back, exposing your pretty pussy and watching your juices pour out of you. You try to hide it with your hands but he won’t let you, slamming his waist into yours and making you scream and hold onto his shoulders. His eyes are hazy but staring straight into yours as he pounds into you, sweat slipping down his muscles that flex with every movement. He forces himself to pull out, denying his own orgasm.

“W-Why’d you stop?” You look up at him when a tear hits your cheek, “Satoru?”

“D-Don’t deserve to cum…” His tears fall onto you like rain, “I made you mad…I’m a bad boyfriend…”

“No, baby, you’re amazing.” You coo, cupping his face. You force yourself to sit up, kissing his cheek as your hand wraps around his cock. “You can cum, okay?”

“O-Okay-oh~” He moans into your chest as you hold his head down, smothering him with your breasts. “Mmh~”

You stroke him slowly, then speed up. Gojo’s waist arches into your hand as his cock twitches, his breaths ragged. He looks up at you- he tries to, but his eyes keep rolling back as you tease his tip with your thumb. Too much, that’s his weak spot and you know it. Your thumb presses down and he shouts a strangled moan, a mix of gibberish and gasps echoing in your ear. His cock jolts in your hand and shoots thick ropes of cum, decorating your hand with white strings. He slumps against you, mind buzzing as he struggles to stay awake.

“Y/N…don’t go…”

He drifts off, and when he wakes up, he’s in your arms.

Right where he belongs.

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mondscheinprinzessin · 4 months

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Soulmate shorts pt. 2

Written for @another-sun christmas event <3

another short Aleksi/Joel/Joonas soulmate installment for the long waiting time you guys have to endure

the timeline doesn't matter here at all btw

Sprinkling in a little hurt/comfort because of course, it's me, and I hope you enjoy😊

It only needed one look towards Joel for Joonas to know something was up. They hadn’t seen each other for most of the day after Joel and Niko had gone off to the radio station for another interview and the rest of the band was left alone in the studio under Aleksi’s supervision.

But the first step Joel took into the studio made it clear he wasn’t alright, and it wasn’t only Joonas who noticed; Aleksi shot him a worried look, well adjusted to every sign by now that one of them needed a little more support.

Now wasn’t the right time though to do an intervention and they settled with keeping an eye on their partner for now.

And it wasn’t a coincidence that today they finished earlier, producing a small lie to the others, so they could head home a little earlier than usual. It wasn’t easy anyways to concentrate while aware their soulmate was struggling. Joonas could swear his soulmark was itching but did his best not to act upon it, not wanting to further worry Joel in return.

Instead they drove home, Joonas and Aleksi kept on their toes since they knew a direct approach has never worked with Joel. It felt more offensive for Joel to discover that his mood was troubling his partners, so much so that he would rather keep shut and pretend a little longer he was fine.

Joonas didn’t want to think about how similar Aleksi and Joel were in that matter. Different story, same ending. And it hurt none the less when Joonas experienced it second-hand.

But to their surprise Joel didn’t mind showing off his gloominess in fullness. Not even in the dramatic way that liked to come forward when it wasn’t much of a concern, and he was more annoyed than truly upset.

No, as soon as they entered their flat Joel strode towards the couch and lay down, a pillow under his head, and his long hair didn’t even attempt to hide his glistening eyes.

The picture did its best to break Joonas’ heart, and he and Aleksi quickly discarded their stuff so they could join. While Aleksi took a seat at the end of the couch, picking up Joel’s feet to put them on his lap, and running a soothing hand over his legs, Joonas cautiously sat down at Joel’s head.

Another hand ran a comforting path along Joel’s body, loosening knots in his hair, and warming the skin on his neck. His face was already hot and red and Joonas could hear the sniffles that Joel couldn’t suppress.

“’m sorry.”

“What should you be sorry for?” Aleksi asked first.

“Everything?”

So Joel didn’t even know if he had done anything wrong with them, apologizing first and gauging their reaction to see if any criticism was following.

“There’s nothing coming to my mind.” Joonas calmed him down. “We just want to know what’s up.”

Joel swallowed, obviously fighting with himself. But they gave him the time.

“I fucked up after the interview.” He finally said. “The guy was rude and I couldn’t help myself. What if we will never be invited by them again? I fucked up this chance for us and now we never get to play our songs there and no one will hear us.”

Evidently they were already deep in the spiralling phase, producing disaster scenario after disaster scenario, not being able to see the truth right in front of his face.

Joonas, the ever-logical mind among them said, “I’m sure that if you had been really disrespectful, they would have given management a call already, but we didn’t hear from them all day, so I’m sure it’s fine. They will air the interview, and they’re not the only two people deciding about the music on their channel. Regardless there’s more than one radio station out there. Don’t forget you’re visiting Rock Antenne next month!” He tried to cheer him up.

To his satisfaction he could hear Joel chuckle and giving a little acknowledgment in return.

“I will never be like Niko though.” The negativity outwon in his mind. “He always keeps so calm and professional.”

“Good.” Aleksi answered. “Because we don’t need another Niko. What do we need two rappers for?” He tried to break up the mood and smiled audibly.

“Exactly.” Joonas joined. “We love you because you’re you in case you haven’t noticed yet.” Joonas flicked a finger against Joel’s nose to get him out of his head. “If Niko was so special, he would have our soulmark, but he doesn’t, because you belong to us, and we love you, and you’re great. Yes, you can fuck up at times, but all of us do. You don’t need to be like somebody else.”

It took a little time for Joel to absorb all that and to answer.

“Yeah sorry.”

It wasn’t the answer Joonas had hoped for, it sounded more like surrendering to their approval than truly understanding what they had wanted to convey. Maybe they didn’t choose the right words. Especially the part about Joel being special.

It was clear that he had just wanted to fit in ever since he was circled out his whole life by school mates and coworkers and family that didn’t really understand at first. It wasn’t always comfortable being ‘unique’, and sometimes all you wanted was to be normal, to be like someone else, be under security of someone else’s personality and not show your own.

Joonas understood better than he would have liked, all of them did, but it nevertheless hurt that it was still such a big part in their lives.

“We love you Joel.” He repeated therefore and turned Joel’s face so he could lean down and drop a kiss to the tip of his nose.

The problem wouldn’t resolve itself today no matter what they said or did, it took time for Joel to embrace the kindness back, just like his tears needed to dry and a smile would build itself slowly up.

But they could cuddle on the couch, all three of them, watch a movie and wait till Joel has relaxed enough that they could go to bed. Maybe Joonas would start a tickle fight with Aleksi to distract Joel, that would end in a wrestling match and one of them falling down on the carpet, but it was what they needed, and Joonas would do everything for his soulmates.

Aleksi stilled in his movement when Joel suddenly appeared before him, blocking the bedroom door.

“We need to do something about Joonas, you in?”

It has been 5 minutes since Aleksi had stood up after a night with pleasant dreams, so excuse him if he was a little slow, but Joel’s sentence didn’t make any sense.

“You want to do what?”

Joel took away his arm from the door frame that had been obstructing Aleksi’s view to the hallway and the bathroom that called for a nice shower. But it was also a bit hot to see Joel looming over him, he couldn’t lie. Okay get back on track brain.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t been noticing how off Joonas’ has been lately? He needs to relax and we’re going to help him.”

Oh. Yes, this Aleksi indeed has noticed. But it wasn’t surprising for Joonas to be tense and stiff with his current workload. And in addition to that Aleksi had to admit that he and Joel didn’t have a great time lately either, and Joonas had always been there to comfort them, giving everything and apparently forgetting about himself.

Aleksi sighed. Yes, they needed to do something for him. “Alright, you’ve got something in mind already?”

Looking at Joel’s face he most likely had, and with the head start Joel had by being awake earlier he certainly had enough time to think about it.

“I’m going grocery shopping so you can cook something nice. Go take a shower my star.” Joel replied and gave him a kiss finally.

As soon as he had appeared as quickly did he vanish out of the door and Aleksi could only shake his head as he fetched his things for the bathroom. When Joel had set his mind on something he could be incredibly determined.

The jingle of keys indicated Joonas’ return, and Aleksi swirled in the sauce to make sure it’s ready. He had timed his cooking perfectly and the table was already set for three, just waiting for them to sit down and eat.

In the hallway he could hear Joel welcoming their boyfriend and soon he felt a pair of arms snaking around his middle and a kiss to his neck. He smiled happily down into the pot, the feeling of one of them pressed to his back, warm and comforting, never getting old and never something he could get used to, always making his heart speed up.

“Smells delicious baby.”

Oh what a compliment could do to Aleksi, he thought as he joyfully served everyone a plate.

Sitting opposite of Joonas gave him the perfect view to observe him and it was effortless to him to see behind his smile. The contentment was real, but the hard lines around his mouth and eyes didn’t vanish with a good meal. It has been too long that Joonas was letting himself torn apart to all sides, and another full day at the studio with Olli did its rest.

Making a good face was something they all learned to do, and especially in their line of work it had to be done, keeping up the face for the press and fans even when they were utterly exhausted. But here, around his loved ones, Joonas didn’t need to pretend.

After they were done eating it was time for round 2 of their plan and after Joel had disappeared for a minute and Aleksi had done his best to convince Joonas they could leave the dishes for a while, they only needed to get Joonas to the bathroom.

“Out of your clothes.” Joel demanded rather excited for that their goal was to help Joonas relax.

Joonas looked at him surprised. “Uhm, I’m sorry Joel, but not today. I’m tired.”

“No, no, no sexy time today, promised, but get out of your clothes.” Joel replied but before Joonas could even lift a finger he was already being shoved towards their bathroom.

Aleksi followed and laughed silently to himself as he watched Joel undress him while Joonas was still busy taking everything in.

Food wasn’t the only thing Joel had bought, a few candles had found their way into the shopping cart and were now lightning up the room to dim the harsh light from the lamp. It made for a seriously calming atmosphere, and the sweet and flowery smell from the bath foam only added to it.

The bathtub was almost full of water and Aleksi quickly turned off the tap before an accident could occur. Testing the temperature, he deemed it safe to enter the water and got rid of his pants and long shirt at least.

Meanwhile Joel and Joonas had gotten naked and while it was certainly a nice picture to see them so close together with their bodies on full display it also warmed his heart to see Joel so careful and attentive to Joonas.

Before anyone of them could get cold Joel helped Joonas get into the bathtub and Aleksi positioned himself outside at the head. There wasn’t enough room for all three of them anyways (nothing they could fix as easily as making more space on the couch and bed) and he had another job to do.

Carefully guiding Joonas’ head back, giving a loving smile before making him close his eyes, Aleksi put both of his hands to his head. He started out with his thumbs at the temple, rubbing the skin there in circles, then travelled to his forehead to card his fingers through his hair.

While he was tending to his curls and the scalp, eliciting the one and other mellow moan of satisfaction, Joel was running his hands over the rest of Joonas’ body.

Although at times it seemed like he was just trying to push the foam around to get a better look at his body.

“I love you both.” Joonas said after some time, his voice quiet and soft.

For Aleksi it turned out to be quite difficult to answer to this at times, and his eyes would cast downwards, feelings too many that they would definitely spill out of him incomprehensibly and with too much force. But while his mouth struggled to find the right words (he only needed three and they were right there but so hard to form around his tongue), his hands were extra careful to caress Joonas’ face.

And Joel was right there to reassure Joonas that they were feeling the same, leaning forwards to capture his wrist and kissing his way around the little soulmark, a shiver noticeable on Joonas’ body. Aleksi could almost feel Joel’s caress on himself, and although he was lacking the symbols that united them, their love for each other was strong enough that in this moment he didn’t need them for assurance. Joel’s loving gaze he got when he broke away from Joonas was all he needed to know.

#blind channel #my fics #will be posted on ao3 in the future when I have time #this came with a little delay because I was completely exhausted this and last week #thank you Gemma for giving me more time #I thought after giving Aleksi all the attention that Joel and Joonas deserve a little care themselves #and I had the scene with Joonas for the longest time because poor man has to struggle with his two traumatised boyfriends #and he deserves some relaxation

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86. Thomas and Francis

86: “Have you no shame?”

“Have you no shame?”

“He can’t hear you,” Humphrey sighed.

“Wooing my darling in her own household! Under her own roof! It is not enough for my life to be stolen—could he not lay his hands off my love?”

“Someone gag this clamouring fool,” Annie said.

“He taunts me with his life! He mocks me with his words! Oh, it’s outrageous!”

“You know what is really outrageous?” Robin said. “That you still going on ‘bout this.”

“But sir,” said Thomas, “he crushes my hopes and dreams beneath his feet, as if I am a monocle and he—he—”

“Someone with common sense?” Annie suggested. “Seems to me he be a right arse, but only half so much as thee.”

“I was going to call him the boot below which my aspirations shatter,” Thomas said, and collapsed backwards into the tasteless green armchair opposite his cousin. “My Isabelle could never love him—her heart is too set on me!”

“Yeah, no,” Robin said, glancing at Isabelle. “She is taken.”

“Oh, taken where?” Kitty sighed. “I had hoped she might stay … she’s very pretty, isn’t she, our Isabelle?”

“Quite right,” Thomas sniffed.

“Think he meant taken with Francis,” Humphrey said.

“Oh, shut up, Humphrey,” Thomas snapped. “As if you’d know anything about love.”

Annie snorted.

“Oh, what’s so funny this time that you feel the need to tire me with it?” Thomas scowled.

“Thou knowest as much of love as he doth,” she said. “Less, if anything. Far less. If knowledge of love were a scale, thou wouldst be firmly in the negatives. And if ‘twere a poem—”

“We get point,” Robin said. “Can stop, now.”

“I had a whole soliloquy prepared,” Annie said, but dutifully restrained herself.

“That’s not a soliloquy,” Thomas spat, “you fuck!”

“That’s the worst thou canst summon?” Annie said. “Oh, I’m scared shitless by thee! Won’t someone save me!”

“A soliloquy,” Thomas intoned, “is a dramatic device in which a character talks to himself or herself or reveals his or her thoughts when alone or unaware of the presence of other characters. It is a vehicle for great art, for fine wordsmiths such as Shakespeare, or … er … Shakespeare again—certainly not something someone so crass as you could produce. The word you are looking for, my short and short-tempered comrade, is monologue.”

“Will none of you shut him up?”

“Oh, that would just be rude,” Kitty said. “Do you know—my sister used to tell me—”

“Nah,” Robin interrupted, cutting Kitty’s alarming anecdote short. “Is much funnier to watch you two fight.”

“I would, but I’m not very handy,” Humphrey said. “You know, because—”

“Yes, we get it,” they all chorused.

“Well, I thought it was funny,” Humphrey muttered.

“He is so cruel,” Thomas said, “to steal my sweet Isabelle from right under my nose! Oh, and to think I loved him like a brother!”

“Thou didst?” Annie said. “Idiot. He is but a skinny bastard, and hath the most sickly voice I have heard in all my years.”

“He’s not funny, either,” Humphrey chimed. “It’s not even that he doesn’t like jokes. He has literally no sense of humour. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Francis Button smile, let alone laugh…”

“I’m sure he’s wonderful when you get to know him…” Kitty said.

“He was a true ally,” Thomas said.

“How wonderful!”

“Now turned wicked traitor!”

“Oh,” Kitty said. “That’s less nice.”

“He is not wicked traitor,” Robin said. “That’s stupid.”

Annie clapped him on the back. “Always knew I liked thee, Robin.”

“When you first die, you call me a wretched beast.”

“Yeah, well, I had just died…”

“Of course none of you take my concerns seriously,” Thomas sniffed.

“Probably ‘cause they ridiculous,” Robin said.

“What he said,” Annie nodded.

“Well, I’m off to the lake,” he sniffed, “where I won’t have to listen to any of your nonsense!”

And he flounced off.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Humphrey said, “but for once I’m actually glad someone’s leaving me—hang on, where are you going? Guys?”

“Don’t worry,” Kitty said, “I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh, thank you. You’re too kind.”

“It’s nothing, really,” she said.

“The novelty will wear off,” he sighed. “It usually takes about a month. I wonder how long Thomas’ll last.”

“He’s very sweet, but not very attentive … two weeks, maybe?”

“Wanna bet on it?”

Kitty frowned. “But we don’t have money.”

“Alright, metaphorical money, then.”

“Then the bet’s on,” she beamed.

Well, at least someone was willing to talk.

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#asks #thomas thorne #kitty higham #robin #humphrey bone #annie bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts #fic

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tokusaatsus · 2 years

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Can i request Madara, dating someone who is sweet, gentle, and calm person? 🥺🥺 They are also someone who's very known for their kindness. Imagine energetic Madara with a calm lover <3 Madara would be running all the way around while his lover only watched him from the other side, feeling awe by his cuteness.

☆—MIKEJIMA MADARA

When you introduce the idea of you dating someone to your friends, they’re all understandably surprised.

You’re usually very calm–nothing can ever phase you, it’s how you’re able to put up with so many eccentric idols without even batting an eyelash–but somehow just talking about your partner seems to have an effect on you. You’re blushing visibly, and your composed demeanour is slowly shattering the more you talk as you hide your face in your hands.

They all make an attempt to guess who it is based on who they’ve seen you interact with, but none of them can remember anyone who makes you act like this.

Mama ♡

Remember to rest, Y/N-san!

Take breaks if you feel like it!

Don’t overwork yourself!

Mama is always here to help!

You

don’t worry i will :)

you take care too ok? be safe

love you <3

Mama ♡

Yes!

Anything for Y/N-san!

I love you too <3!

The rest of the manga club watches with varying expressions of concern (Keito-kun, Jun-kun, Tori-chan) and near-terror (Mao-chan, Midori-chan) as you smile giddily down at your phone, a dreamy sigh escaping your lips.

“You don’t think…” Isara whispers, slightly fearful. Takamine has his head buried in his book like that will save him from the horror of this conversation. “That Y/N-senpai is dying, do you?”

“No, of course not.” Keito dismisses his worries easily. “I would know if that were the case.”

“But senpai is acting sort of strange, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure it��s nothing as drastic as that…” But a frown makes its way upon his face. There’s no way… Right?

So when you finally give the dramatic reveal (after reassuring Mao-chan that, no, you’re not dying, yes, you promise), the look of warring confusion and absolute horror upon Keito-kun’s face when he realises your ‘precious partner’ is none other than Mikejima Madara is a sight to behold.

Part of the reason everyone is so bewildered at this turn of events is the fact that you’re composed and quiet and Madara is, well…not.

Initially, you find yourself fielding questions from (hopefully!) concerned classmates–who only know of him as that scary guy from MaM–about whether you were coerced into dating him. You know they mean well but it still grates on your nerves, how they see him like some big scary bad guy when really, he’s the exact opposite?

But when they see your lovestruck expression as you watch your boyfriend run rampant as you trail more sedately after him, there’s no doubt that this is a true match made in…maybe not heaven, per say, but Yumenosaki for sure!

He’s always thinking about you, and it shows when he messages you at odd hours of the day to check in on you, or sends you pictures of things he thinks you’d like, or little trinkets to remind you of him. Your boyfriend is so adorable, God? You’re so lucky, seriously. How’d you get blessed with someone as amazing as him!? You must’ve done something really incredible in your past life.

It’s strange to see you acting so shy and different from how you normally are, but no one can deny the way you light up when Madara is near and the way he’s always looking out for you shows the depth of your love for each other.

☆—notes!

WC: 556 words

so. i caved. hope u liked this anonnie! jeez i rlly got to get back into writing… it took me SO LONG to do this im sorry :(( hope u weren’t waiting for TOO long cries. anyways im gonna. go back to grinding for df mama soon! but hopefully i can finish all my reqs by this week (or at least most of them qwq) also haha pun im so hilarious ahaha

#✒️...scribbles!#mikejima madara x reader #enstars x reader #mikejima madara #MaM

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All I Want for Christmas

Nick Miller x Reader

Words: 2230

Summary: In a panic for the holidays, Nick and his girlfriend try to figure out what to get each other for Christmas. I also took inspiration from ‘Full House’ so if anyone gets the reference, I love you. This also jumps around between Nick and the reader, so I hope it isn’t too confusing.

Notes: I relate to Nick Miller to an unhealthy level. Happy holidays everyone!

The door opened before they could even knock. Schmit and Winston were greeted by wild eyes and a pair of hands yanking them into the apartment.

“This is a new sweater!” Schmit shrieked.

You slammed the door behind them and ignored their looks of startled fear.

“I need your help.”

“Yeah, we got that from the seven ‘code red’ texts you sent us,” Winston said. He took a seat on your couch while Schmit was still trying to fix the crinkles you’d created in his shirt.

“I don’t know what to get Nick for Christmas and there are only two days left.”

“Why is this our problem?”

“Because, Schmit, it is our first Christmas together and if I mess this up, it could spell disaster for our entire relationship.” You paced back and forth in front of your discount tree and ran your fingers through your hair. Winston rolled his eyes.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“No, she’s right. This could be the beginning of the end for them. If they break up, who knows what kind of disgusting, unkempt, miscreant he could reverse back into?”

“Thank you for putting that in her head.”

“Okay, you guys I’m serious.”

“It’s not like it’s the first Christmas you’ve ever spent together,” Winston said. “You’ve known each other for how long?”

You sighed. “As long as I can remember.”

“See? You know each other well enough. It’ll be fine.”

“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we know each other too well. Maybe all of that information is just too overwhelming and I won’t be able to sift through all of it in two days!” Seeing the growing fear in Winston’s eyes, you lowered your tone. “You know what the worst thing is? He’s probably fine. He probably already knows what he’s going to do. God, he probably has all of this figured out.”

He did not.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do. I have none of this figured out and I’m really losing it.” Nick stared hopelessly at the ceiling. “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Oh come on, don’t think like that. I’m sure you’ll think of something perfect for Y/N.” Jess said, hovering over him with a cheerful smile. Cece looked down with an annoyed glare.

“Why am I here again?”

Jess elbowed her in the side. “We are being supportive of our two closest friend’s relationship.” She grabbed Nick’s arm and dragged him up so he was sitting. “Don’t worry, Nicholas. We are going to help you make this the best Christmas ever for Y/N. Right, Cece?”

“Sure.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jess pulled them both into a hug. “Mission Mistletoe is a go!”

“We are so not calling it that.”

Shopping was going… well about as well as you expected. No. It was worse. Definitely worse. Thanks to the complete and utter useless commentary from Schmit and Winston, you were 100% sure that you were never going to find a gift for your boyfriend.

“What about this?” Winston held up some kind of as seen on tv face heater.

“That’ll come in real handy when hell freezes over,” Schmit said. He put a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what Nick wants for Christmas.” He motioned to the Victoria's Secret store across the way. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think anything in there would fit him.” You snarked, hoping he’d let it go. He just kept looking at you with that stupid Schmit douchebag face he made. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the other store.

“This is a really bad idea,” Nick whined. He kept his hand over his eyes as Cece pulled him through the racks of lingerie.

“Lingerie is a classic go-to gift, Nick. Especially for a new couple like you two.”

“But we aren’t a ‘new’ couple.” He made quotations with his fingers, opening his eyes “We’ve known each other forever. We grew up together.”

“All the more reason you need to make this Christmas sexy.” She held up a matching set of bright red bra and panties with ‘Santa Baby’ written across the butt.

He groaned and covered his eyes again.

You stared at your reflection and grimaced.

“What does it look like?” Schmit asked. You turned around, looking at a different angle and still hating it. He knocked on the door. “Do you want me to come in and look?”

“Schmit!” You exclaimed. You opened the door just enough to stick your head out. “$5 dollars in the jar when you get home.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry for caring.”

“And that’s five more.” You slammed the door again and quickly began changing back into your normal undergarments. You took his silence as pouting, but Schmit had spotted a salesgirl making eyes at him across the store and ditched you. “I just really want this to go well.”

Nick ducked into the dressing room hall as if he could hide from the army of undergarments and Cece’s intimidating knowledge of all things sexy. He took a deep breath and sighed, but went quiet when he heard your voice.

“This Christmas is going to be completely different as is, Schmit. My parents went to Europe to visit my perfect sister and her perfect job and perfect husband. Nick volunteered to spend the holidays with me so I wouldn't be alone. I’ve never even spent Christmas in L.A., you know? No white Christmas, no family… Nick is the only thing about this Christmas that feels normal. I want to do something special for him and I have no idea what to do.” You frowned at yourself, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

Nick didn’t say anything. He stood outside the dressing room in shock, letting your words sink in. He had no idea how much this meant to you. Part of him wanted to open the door and kiss you, mistletoe or no mistletoe, but the other part was beginning to brainstorm. He hurried off before you knew he was there.

You pulled your shirt over your head and left the dressing room, feeling even more disheartened than before. Schmit, having acquired the saleswoman’s number, met you as you were heading for the door. He grinned.

“So, did you find anything you-”

“Can we go home, please?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hold the ache together. Schmit, confused and concerned, just nodded, winked one more time at the salesgirl, and followed you out of the store.

You entered the guys’ apartment feeling like a complete failure. Cece and Jess were lounging on the couch, laughing and poking fun at each other. Their antics lightened your spirits a little and you hung up your purse. Winston and Schmit went to join them in the living area while you moved towards the kitchen. Nick was pouring odd drinks into the seasonal red and green glasses that Jess bought and was probably making him use.

“Hey.” You huffed, laying your head on the counter. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded half-heartedly. “I could use a drink.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Jess begged me to make her a holiday drink and so I invented a few of my own.” He slid a glass towards you.

“Thanks.” You took a drink and winced. “Oh my god.”

“It’s terrible isn’t it?” He laughed.

“It’s like drinking boozy toothpaste.”

“She wanted something peppermint. She’s going to get it.” He turned around and grabbed you a mug from the other counter. “Don’t worry. I made you some spiked hot chocolate instead.”

You sighed with relief, letting the warmth of the mug spread from your hands to your whole body. You smiled for the first time all day. When you took a drink, a thin hot chocolate mustache covered your upper lip. Nick laughed and wiped it away with his thumb. You leaned over the counter for a kiss.

“You’re the best.”

“Hey, St. Nicholas, where’s our drinks?” Jess whined. Everyone joined the chorus of complaints until you and Nick brought the tray of awful toothpaste drinks into the living room. You both sat on the floor as CeCe and Schmit started arguing. The dejection you’d felt before had faded completely. You melted into your boyfriend’s arms and took another drink, smiling at your friends surrounding you.

“Feeling better?” Nick whispered in your ear. You nodded and he kissed your cheek. Everything about the moment was perfect. You wished you could capture everything just as it was and wrap it up with a bow. Now that would be the perfect gift.

Christmas day had finally arrived and everyone but you and Nick had gone home. You woke up early to finish wrapping Nick’s gift and to adjust to your unfamiliar holiday surroundings. Of course, you practically lived at the loft, but you still couldn’t quite wrap your mind around spending Christmas here.

The sun glared through the windows and you couldn’t help but sigh. It was supposed to be close to 65 degrees today. Not exactly the snowy white Christmas you were used to, but you’d rather be here than back in Chicago at your parent’s empty house. Still, it would definitely be an adjustment.

Nick- who also had gotten up early to make your gift a surprise- stood in the hallway, watching you frown at the sunshine. He crept to the bathroom cupboard where he had hidden all of his decorations and supplies and only hoped you wouldn’t come back to his room before he was done.

You made a cup of coffee and curled up in Nick’s sweatshirt that you stole, setting his gift on the table. LA heat or not, you would be cozy, goddamnit.

It was about another hour before Nick came out of the room, yawning and stretching. You muttered a good morning as he leaned over the back of the couch for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas.” He said.

“Merry Christmas.” You beamed back. His eyes landed on the package on the coffee table, wrapped in shiny red paper and a green bow.

“Is that for me?”

You shrugged. “No, actually, it’s for my other boyfriend. He’s spending the holidays with us, so I need you to be extra nice today.”

Nick rolled his eyes at your snark. “Ho ho ho.” He handed you a loosely wrapped package with To Y/N From Santa written on the paper.

You kissed his cheek and unwrapped the gift. Your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted a pair of mittens out of the wrapping paper. Before you could begin to ask, Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch.

“I have something to show you.” He gave you a nervous smile and led you back to his room. “Close your eyes.”

You eyed him suspiciously.

“Is this… a sex thing?”

“No!” He exclaimed, putting hands on your shoulders and laughing. “No, it’s not. We can definitely get to that later though.”

You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. He put a finger on your lips.

“But close your eyes first.”

You jutted out your lip but did as he said, putting your hands over your eyes. He took a deep breath and turned the door handle. He ushered you to the middle of the room and shuffled some things around.

“Okay.”

You opened your eyes. At first, you were a little blinded. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see each and every little cotton-ball and paper snowflake detail. The entire room had transformed into your very own L.A. heat-resistant winter wonderland.

“I want you to know that I looked absolutely everywhere to figure out what to get you and I came up empty everywhere I went,” Nick said. “I know this isn’t something you can keep and we’ll have to clean all of this up before everyone else gets back-”

“Nick,” you gasped. You put your hands on either side of his face. “This is amazing. It’s the best Christmas present anyone has ever gotten for me.”

He grinned and you closed the space between you, your lips crashing into his. His arms went around your waist and pulled you closer. Before things could go any further, you suddenly remembered the present sitting on the living room table.

You sprinted back out, your socks sliding across the wooden floor. You ran back and put the small rectangle wrapped in striped wrapping paper in his hands.

“I have something for you too.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. All I want for Christmas-”

“If you start singing Mariah Carey, you are so not getting laid tonight.”

He smirked. “Yes ma’am.”

He unwrapped the gift and stared down at the picture frame holding multiple rows of photo-booth pictures. They were from the wedding that Nick spent trying to get over Caroline. By the end of the night, the two of you had confessed your feelings for each other in that photo-booth, the picture capturing your first kiss.

“Y/N, this is…” He looked back up at you, his eyes shining. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

This time, he pulled you in for a kiss.

He made another round of spiked hot chocolate and the two of you spent the day watching old Christmas movies and listening to music- even Mariah Carey.

General Tag: @rae-gar-targaryen; @takemepedropascal; @childhood-imagination; @mylovegoesto; @yellowbadgergirl; @itmejado; @suckmyapplejacks; @kendahl0216

#new girl #nick miller #nick miller x reader #christmas #all i want for christmas is you #jake johnson #new girl imagine #christmas imagines

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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TOKYO REVENGERS REACTIONS:

❤︎ forever is a long time, but I won’t mind spending it by your side ❤︎

an; how Tokyo Revengers characters realise they have fallen in love with you; warnings: none, slight angst, fluff, slight manga spoilers

characters; mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji

For as long as you could reminisce, MIKEY and you have been thick as thieves, doing all sorts of shenanigans (with most of them being his idea of course) and enjoying the time of your youth together. How you wish good times could stay like this forever; just the two of you running through the labyrinth of streets without having a single worry about what the future has to offer, the thrumming of footsteps echoing against the asphalt pavements as chime-like chortles reverberate in remnants of the dwindling sunset.

The two of you have been through ups and downs throughout the years, yet you and him would always seek for solace in each other’s company. The one incident, though, which brought both of your hearts closer than ever — was Emma’s passing. In the dingy bedroom, it was the first time you saw Mikey’s walls collapsing as he leaned into your chest, raw cries laced with heart-wrenching pain reverberating through the solemn midnight air. It broke your heart to witness the tough blonde in such a state of despair; he had lost way too many people already, and the light that was long lost in his hollow eyes now bore semblance to an impenetrable void — devoid of life, and the will to live.

“Hey, y/n ...” A meek croak cut through the lingering silence. “What does it feel like to be left alone ... before you get to realise all of the people you’ve loved is gone?”

Hearing that, your eyes were glassed with a layer of tears that was threatening to overflow. Nonetheless, you held it back, leaning forward as you pulled the blonde into your arms and gave him a tender hug.

“I know how it feels, Mikey ... it’s painful, you’re left alone, you want the agony to stop ... but you’ll not be shouldering this on your own. I’m here for you ... when you need me, okay? So please ... don’t bottle up all of these feelings by yourself. We’ll share the suffering and live on. Promise?”

People came and go in his life, yet the only one who stayed with Sano Manjiro until the very end was none other than you — his first love.

DRAKEN’S instincts have always been spot-on, and this is the same just like any other time — the only thing special is you being in the picture. From the day you become acquainted with the gang’s vice commander, Ryuguji finds himself gravitating bit by bit towards you. He would look forward to seeing you at every meeting, feeling his heart sink whenever you can’t hang out with him, Mikey and the others; initially the blonde only thinks that it is nothing more than a measly feeling — friends would look forward to hanging out with each other, right?

But it is soon proven to be wrong when an unintentional comment from him reveals his feelings towards you to everyone.

“Where is y/n? It feels a bit different today —“

As if everything is in slow motion, his friends swivel their heads around — stares burning into the back of his skull with their jaws dropped.

“Dude, you’re totally into y/n huh.”

Oh shit.

Before the blonde realises, everyone starts to bombard him with questions; not that they aren’t happy for him who finally manages to find the one, but rather — how do polar opposites like you and Ryuguji attract one another.

“Dude, you’ve totally found the right one!”

“Man I feel jealous that you have your eyes on them first! I would’ve shoot my shot if I were you.”

“If you don’t man up and confess, don’t blame me for stealing y/n off their feet —“

“Hold on!” A yell from him is all it takes to make the gang quiet. “How do you guys know it’s love? I mean it can be anything —“

“Just how dense can you be, idiot?” The others chime in unison.

Someone save him, boy is hopeless sometimes.

To pinpoint how he has fallen in love with you would be immensely difficult for CHIFUYU, there are way too many moments where he just finds himself diving headfirst into love! But if he has to choose the exact instant which kindled the flames of adoration, it would be every little bits about you which make him lovestruck.

He loves how your gaze softens at the sight of pets running around every time you come and visit him at the pet store he works at, cooing over how endearing you look as your eyes crinkle when kids wave to you on the streets, admiring your patience and kindness towards everyone you meet — the list goes on and on. Falling in love with you (to him) feels like a typical romance troupe which he has read ad nauseam in shoujo mangas, yet experiencing it firsthand is definitely a first for him.

And of all the attributes he loves about you, the one which makes Chifuyu ascertain his feelings is how you could see the good in people whom you hold dear to your heart — him included.

The sky fades into a myriad of pomegranate pink and indigo as the two of you hang out at the park after the gang meeting has ended, each of you eating an ice cream. With you finishing yours first, you turn over to look at the blonde, only to discover that he has some smudged on his cheeks. Seeing this reminds you of your childhood years together where Chifuyu also had ice cream smeared over his face — the nostalgia of it making giggles roll off your tongue, earning a perplexed look from the vice captain of the first division.

“What are you laughing at y/n??” It only make you laugh harder as his whining reaches your ears.

“Nothing! It just reminds me of how we used to hang out at the same spot when we were younger, also eating ice cream whilst watching the sunset. You also had ice cream all over your face back then. I can still remember that cute ass look on your face ~”

“Come on, it’s in the past! Stop mentioning it y/n, I’m going to die from embarrassment before long. You better attend my funeral —“

“Cute and dramatic as ever Fuyu.” You give him a tap on the nose. “But you know what? I feel so glad that fate brought me to this adorable kid with ice cream all over his face back in the days, and I’m grateful for having you in my life Chifuyu.”

Poor boy almost suffers from a heart attack.

BAJI adores your duality; whether it is watching you coo over street cats or casually firing comebacks at his occasionally snarky remarks, he embraces both sides of your personality, thinking it is what makes you unique to him. Other than that, the teen finds himself drawn towards you for another reason. Being the motherly figure of Baji and his friends, you would always make sure they take care of themselves, chiding them gently whenever they neglect their health; it is something in which he values a lot — he might be known as one of the toughest fighters in the gang, but Baji is also a teenager at heart.

Whenever he needs to vent, you would be there to lend an ear; every time he falls ill, you would rush to his house with warm chicken soup and all the necessary medications to take care of him until he feels better (despite him telling you that he is capable of taking care of himself, which he isn’t). Occasionally Baji would show up outside your bedroom window bartered and bruised, and you would put aside the things you are doing at that moment to dress his wounds, giving him a nag on how he should prioritise his safety over anything else.

You are like a pseudo parental figure to Baji — his solace and anchor whenever life doesn’t go as what he expects; he could never ask for more from you, but deep down — the teen knows that people would eventually drift apart someday.

And a part of him wished this would last forever, that he could let down his walls and be the middle school Baji that yearns to be taken care of by nobody other than you.

The longer he’s spent time around you, the more the queer sensation in his gut stirs. Baji could feel his heartbeat becoming frenzied each time he is hanging out with you, and his usual confident facade would drop as the teen stutters over words. And being rather dense at the beginning, nothing dawned upon him until Mikey and the rest almost have to withhold the urge of bonking Baji in the head for not realising how he’s fallen head over heels for you, did he realise all of this is love after all.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

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The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?”

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt. 3

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE Previously on A Little Voice Told Me...

The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. Any anger or tension that the boys previously had was instantly replaced with worry about your well-being.

Asmodeus was the first to reach you. He quickly pulled you against him and held you as tightly as he could. "Easy now, dear. It's okay," he glanced up to look at his brother anxiously standing around the two of you, itching to comfort you but unsure as to what they should do. You trembled in Asmo's arms and fisted his shirt in your hands, no doubt wrinkling the expensive fabric. "They were right, were-weren't they?" you pulled away just enough to look up at Asmo. The poor man nearly choked on the remorse that filled him at the sight of your tear-filled eyes pooling with sadness, despair, and, most disturbingly, acceptance. "Y-You guys are breaking up with me? You-You finally realized you could d-do better than a-a-a-" you tried to continue but became too overwhelmed with emotion as you began sobbing once more. Satan rushed forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. "MC, hold on. We're not breaking up with you." You hiccupped as the others began to crowd around you. "B-But Asmo said you guys wanted to talk and I-I thought that maybe th-those other demons were right and y-you guys didn't want me anymore." With those words alone, you had shattered the hearts of every person in that room. In seconds, you found yourself in the middle of a group hug.

No one said anything. They simply wrapped you up in their arms and supported you as wept. Although they had been seconds away from tearing into each other moments before, none of that mattered if you were hurt. You would forever be their first priority. "Beloved, we love you exactly the way you are," Lucifer whispered softly as one of his hands caressed your back. "Whatever those simpletons said, they're wrong. They don't know you; just like they don't know us." Belphie was running a hand through their hair, hoping that his influence would help calm you a little. "If we could, you know that we would tear apart every person who ever spoke badly against you," he could feel his anger towards the idiots that caused this build-up again inside him. Satan nudged Belphegor's side and gently shook his head. The youngest demon sighed and rested his head on top of yours. "Even we aren't strong enough to control city gossip. We can't change what they think, necessarily, but we can make sure that you know that it's not true." You trembled in their arms as your cries slowly dwindled down to the occasional sniffle. "Th-They said that you guys were only dating me o-out of pity and that I was nothing compared to you, a-and how I was jus-just a nuisance," you whimpered as you recalled the hurtful words. "A-And I know that's not true. It was so stupid because I know you g-guys love me. B-But it made me r-realize just how insignificant I am compared to a-all of you. I d-don't understand wh-why all of you would settle for a human who won't live nearly as long as you, and w-who can't even use magic." Mammon frowned deeply as he squeezed one of your shoulders. "Treasure, look at me," you shakily did as told. Mammon was staring down at you with a desperate, anxious expression. His eyes found yours and your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. "Those assholes don't know what they're talkin' about. You're not insignificant. Even here in the Devildom, surrounded by all these different beings, you are so much higher above them. You're the brightest jewel among us MC. You're the only person to have ever formed pacts with all seven of the Lords of the Devildom. You're the ambassador of the human world. You have brought this family closer together in just over a year than anyone has managed in the centuries that we've been alive." Your lip quivered as Levi rubbed your arm. "He's right. I'm the literal embodiment of envy. I can tell you right now that all those people are just saying those things because they're jealous. They're nothing but low-level slimes. But you? You're the big boss that could have them destroyed with a snap of your fingers." Beel looked down at you guiltily as he patted your back. "I shouldn't have left you alone like I did. Even more so, I should've paid closer attention to what was happening around us. I'm sorry you ever had to go through this MC." You released Asmodeus to hug Beelzebub as you snuggled close to him. "It's not your fault, Beel. They were really careful about it when you were around. You couldn't have known," the redhead didn't say anything, he just bent down to envelop you in his arms. The eight of you stood there in the dining room, nestled closely with one other, taking silent comfort in one another without a single care for the world around you. "I think perhaps we should move this to the living room," Asmodeus offered as the boys began to release you from their hug. "Beel can make some snacks, Levi can find us a good movie to watch, Belphie can go gather a bunch of blankets and pillows and the rest of us will stay with you to make sure you don't get too lonely," he cupped your face. "I think a nice lazy day in would be good for everyone. Does that sound good, Beautiful?" I chuckled tearfully and leaned into Asmo's touch. "That sounds perfect. You guys are so nice to me. I don't deserve-" You never got to finish your sentence as Asmodeus captured your lips with his own. With that one kiss, you could feel your worries and doubts melt away as you could feel every ounce of affection,

desire,

and love that Asmodeus felt for you pour into your very being. "That's where you're wrong, dear," he purred softly against your lips. "It is us who don't deserve you," he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before taking your hand into your own and leading you to the living room. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at his brothers. "Go gather the things. We'll just keep the couch warm while you're at it," you could hear the wink in his tone. "Oi! I want a kiss too!" "Y-Yeah, Asmo! You can't hog MC! That's not fair!" You giggled at Mammon and Levi's protest as you snuggled up to Asmodeus. You were so silly to think for even a second that these demons who follow you around like love-sick puppies would ever tire of you for a second. You were their everything, and they were yours, and nothing anyone said would ever change that.

***And scene! That was a wild ride, but I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you for supporting me with this mini-series and thanks once again to @ang3lsblues for the request that inspired it all!***

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Jolly Rancher - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! Do you think you could do an imagine where the reader is Sarah’s twin and all the pogues are at a party or on the boat and her blood sugar drops really low (she has type one diabetes) and her pump keeps beeping. She is mid passing out, not feeling good and rafe has her Insulin so little bit of big brother rafe worried about his little sister and JJ and her not being together yet but he was super worried about her (like all of the pogues tbh). Thanks xxxx I really love your writing 🥺 every time you post something it makes my day

A/N: I did moderate research for this because the only person I actually know with diabetes is a cousin I don’t speak to.

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In hindsight, taking the Druthers out in the bay for a party after sunset wasn’t exactly the best idea you and Sarah had ever come up with. And yeah, technically, taking the boat out would have been totally fine and acceptable but none of you had considered bringing anything but alcohol with you. Six pogues (two honorary) on a yacht in the middle of the bay with just alcohol and weed. It was a bad combination in any version of the world but especially in this one, where you’d been pregaming white claw because you were finally, finally, gonna tell JJ how you felt about him.

The crush had been a saga ongoing since you had first discovered JJ Maybank, which coincided with discovering that boys, while terrible, were incredibly attractive. And sometimes...not too terrible. John B had started working for your family the summer before highschool and at the same time JJ started to pop up. Around the Druthers when John B was cleaning the boat, in a neighbor’s yard mowing the grass or cleaning the pool. And then at the Island Club. By then you’d started hanging out with Kiara and her friends and JJ wasn’t just some cute guy who was friends with John B.

“Honey,” Kiara laughed, reaching for the can of Naturdays in your hand, “I think you need to slow down.”

“I’m fine.” You promised, knee jerking rapidly as you gulped the rest of the drink down before Kiara could take it from you.

You weren’t a heavy drinker. The last time you’d gotten drunk was in ninth grade, at a house party on the cut with Kiara. You’d guzzled down one too many Pabst trying to act cool in front of JJ and had ended up in the hospital in diabetic shock. Once everyone was sure you weren’t going to die, your father had laid into you about how irresponsible you were and how you had acted like a child. It was embarrassing, mostly because you were still saddled to a hospital bed and your friends were standing in the hallway, well within ear shot of Ward.

After that, you stayed away from anything more than two drinks at a party and you always kept your insulin with you. Except, apparently, for tonight. You’d gotten yourself worked up over confessing your feelings to JJ and the possibility of rejection that you were well on the way to drunk. And your insulin was in your backpack, in Rafe’s truck.

“You’re not fine.” Kiara laughed, “you’re like, buzzing.”

“Buzzing,” you offered her a dopey smile as you leaned forward, whirling your pointer finger around as you made buzzing noises and tried to poke her.

“What the hell?” She swatted your hand away, “are you sure you’re okay?”

The commotion was enough to get Sarah’s attention and she turned away from John B to look over at the two of you. “You’re like vibrating babe,” Sarah said, “you’re really jittery.”

“Fine, I’m fine...I’m all good.” You promised, bracing your hand on Sarah’s shoulder as you went to stand up. You missed your footing, tripping over the air and hitting the deck before either Kiara or Sarah could catch you.

“Oh my god!” Kiara got down on her knees next to you and helped you sit up, leaning partially against her. She pushed your shirt up so that she could check your pump and noticed realized it had been going off. “Hey, do you have like...something to boost her blood sugar? I think it’s dropping really low, I can’t really read this?”

“It’s definitely low.” You replied, hands shaking as you checked your pump, “yeah...too much...too much alcohol.”

“Where’s your insulin?” Sarah asked, crouching down so she could try to meet your eyes, “hey, look at me, where’s your insulin?”

You hummed, a little too long before finally looking at Sarah, “uh, Rafe’s...shit, Rafe’s truck.”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!” Sarah cursed, getting up to grab her phone so she could call him, “John B, can you take us back?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, heading for the ladder.

“Here!” JJ pushed through Pope and Kiara, spilling the contents of his backpack onto the deck beside you. Amongst a change of clothes, some pilfered pens, his wallet, house keys, weed, a stick of deodorant, and a travel toothbrush, was a bag of jolly ranchers. He grabbed a green one out and unwrapped it, holding it out to you, “here, it’ll make you feel better.”

“You have a bag of jolly ranchers in your backpack?” Kiara asked incredulously.

“Of course,” JJ replied, “if her sugar drops she said one jolly rancher usually does the trick.”

It was a stupid thing to smile about, especially since you were currently using Kiara to hold yourself up and sucking on green apple jolly rancher, but you couldn’t help it. You had mentioned that ages ago, the first time you went out with the pogues after your drunken night turned ER visit, as you sat on the dock next to JJ. You had doubted he’d even cared and been embarrassed afterward for just rambling on about yourself but he remembered.

“You remembered,” you said as JJ sat beside you, letting you lean on his shoulder as the yacht headed back to the dock.

Sarah had gotten a hold of Rafe quicker than she expected. He was already talking when he answered the phone, telling her that he was on the way back from Topper’s. According to Rafe he turned his truck immediately, that was what he told you later, when you were feeling more like yourself again. That he’d realized your backpack was still sitting on the passenger seat and he did a u-turn right there in the middle of the street. You weren’t sure that was totally true, your older brother’s pension for dramatics and your family’s obsession with treating you like a baby.

Usually, it felt stifling but right now you were feeling pretty shitty about yourself. The jolly rancher did exactly what it was supposed to, boosting your blood sugar enough that you were beginning to feel better.

“What were thinking?” Rafe called the minute he boarded the Druthers, “you know alcohol makes your blood sugar drop!”

“I know, I know!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You’d moved from the floor to the couch, JJ leaving your side the minute your brother ran up the jetty. “I’m not a kid Rafe,” you muttered, grabbing your backpack from him.

“Really? Cause you left your bag in my truck and you’re out here drinking your ass off.” He snapped.

“She’s okay,” Sarah urged.

“What if she wasn’t?”

“I am! And I’m right here!” You huffed, “Rafe, thank you and I know you were worried but I’m okay.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not trying to be dad here...but you can’t take risks like that, you know better.”

“I’m fine!” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pushed passed Rafe, climbing down the ladder to the jetty. You’d apologize later, for now you were irritable and embarrassed and you just wanted to be back in your room, locked in where no one could see you and remind you how horrible this entire night was. The only decent thing that had happened was JJ but the more you let yourself psychoanalyze everything that happened the more you were positive that the pogues just saw you as a kid too. Like you couldn’t take care of yourself. Like you hadn’t been for the last ten years, since you were diagnosed.

The Druthers said docked but you couldn’t tell from your bedroom window if everyone had gone home or if they were still hanging out and partying. You thought about texting Sarah but she would just tell you to come back down to the dock and stop pouting in your bedroom. You did your usual checks, to make sure your blood sugar had gone back up, and changed into comfier clothes. Even scrubbing off your makeup...you’d let this shitty feeling die before you saw anyone again.

Or at least, that was the plan. As you were sitting in bed though, a knock at your window startled you. Not just a tap but a full-on knock. You climbed out of bed and went to the window, laughing when you saw JJ standing on the small balcony off your room.

“What are you doing here?” You mouthed, reaching for the lock so you could open the window.

He pointed to his ear and then shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed the window open and sat on the sill, “What are you doing here JJ?” You were trying your best to calm your racing heart, the last thing you needed was to go into cardiac arrest in front of him too.

“You left the party.”

“Not exactly in a partying mood...I was being stupid tonight.”

He sat down on the windowsill beside you, facing out toward the backyard but turning to look at you, “hey, I’m stupid every night.”

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, “I’m so careful...I haven’t had a night that bad in a long time.”

“Why weren’t you? Careful, tonight, I mean.” He asked.

“It’s stupid.” You put your hands on your knees and looked away from him. You’d hyped yourself up to crashing lows and now he wanted you to tell him why? “You should go back to the party.”

“Not really in the mood...can you believe it?” He laughed like it was nothing but you could hear the heaviness in his voice.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault...I just meant. If you’re up here, I don’t really feel like hanging out down there.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and looked over at him, feeling just the slightest catch in your throat. For a second you thought this night was going to get even worse and you’d throw up...but instead you just started talking, words falling out with no control, “I pregamed with Sarah before we even got on the Druthers cause I told her I was gonna tell you tonight that I liked you but I was so nervous that you would tell me you didn’t wanna date me so I just kept drinking...” you said. You realized a moment later what the implication was, “not that its on you that my sugars dropped...or like, not that you have to say you like me just cause I almost passed out.”

“What if I do like you though?”

“You do?” You asked, shifting more toward him, “seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously...why do you think I came all the way up here? Or carry around jolly ranchers? I like you...I’d do anything for you.” He replied.

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you leaned closer to him, “oh well, now it’s definitely your fault.”

He laughed, “let me make it up to you.”

You nodded, standing up and climbing back through the window before holding your hand out for him. JJ was quick to his feet, taking your hand and pushing the window closed as he followed you further into your room.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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[23.35] badboy!Seonghwa × reader

⇀ you broke up for a reason, he wasn't willing to commit fully to you and he was the one who ended things. Funny how now he's the jealous one.

⇁tw : mentions of infidelity

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things were thrown left and right, glasses breaking, frames cracking, and throw pillows haphazardly flung to the sides.

"Why!? Why would you come back here and-" you cut yourself off to grab another pillow to throw at Seonghwa, which he dodge easily, "start to fucking dictate my life again!?"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at your dramatics, "really? You think I was dictating your life? Never had I ever told you to do anything you didn't want" he scoffed.

Your eyes twitch at that, "other than telling me that we can't be seen out in public, telling me I need to stop hanging out with some of my guy friends because you have a feeling that they're 'iffy', or telling me that I'm overthinking it when you were flirting with girls on and off campus, even managed to made out with one of them in public where I was standing in the crowd," you spoke so fast, you hadn't even realized that you hadn't taken a breath until you were gasping.

The look in Seonghwa's eyes when he looked at your red face and gasping, even coughing a little seemed genuine. He was worried because he knew that you're passionate about your feelings and you tend to speak your mind no matter how miniscule nor unflattering it is.

He took a step forward to get closer to you, but you took a step back, "don't," you warned, glaring at him straight in his eyes.

Defeated, Seonghwa sighed, "I just wanted to know why Yunho was here, since when had he frequent here that it was acceptable for him to stay here until well over 1 am," Seonghwa tried so hard to keep his voice level to not show emotions, which thankfully for him, he was able to. It is something he considered a gift, but to most, a nuisance since no one could really read him. Except you, but you do see through his bullshit so well.

You crossed your arms at this, "what? Can't handle the fact that your friend's been comforting the girl you dump to dick around since our breakup?"

Seonghwa's eyes darken at that, "he's been coming here back and forth for 3 months?" His question made you roll your eyes at him, "4, Seonghwa, it has been 4 months since our breakup. See? You can't even remember which girl you broke up with when," though you meant it as an insult to him, you couldn't help but feel hurt as well, like a bitter reminder that you were never the only one for him.

Realizing his mistake, Seonghwa could only cringe at himself, he's internally smacking himself upside the head.

But he, as a notorious badboy, doesn't want his façade to drop, so he pretend that he meant what he said. No matter how much he wants to hold your hands and told you he's had his days jumbled together eversince he lost- let you go in favour of his status when his friends started pointing out how he's been missing their hangouts from time to time.

Yunho was the first and the only one who found out about you. You've never seen Seonghwa lost his shit so quick when his eyes met with Yunho's outside the corridor of your apartment, promptly shoving you inside harshly that caused you to bump your head on the wall.

It wasn't until Yunho calmly told Seonghwa that it's none of his business and he's very happy for him that Seonghwa calmed down a little.

Never in a million years would he found you and Yunho getting close.

Even seeking comfort from him.

You should be asking for his comfort instead, no matter how selfish it is of Seonghwa and unfair to you.

"I," you sighed, "I've had a rough day today, I really don't need this right now, I just wanna rest a-and get my energy back for tomorrow, so please just fucking leave, Seonghwa, you were really good at that," you were in the verge of crying out of frustration. But you held your grounds, unwilling to show your vulnerability to the guy who stripped every single bit of confidence off of you.

You were about to walk to your door to show him out when he suddenly pull you into his embrace.

Your first instinct, to be beyond honest, was to sigh and bury yourself deeper in him. He still smell and feel like home to you.

But then you got thinking of how many girls within the span of your whole relationship plus the 4 months of breakup has he held. The thought disgust you. It disgusted you that you let your fondness for him resurface even just for a little bit.

So you push.

You push him away.

You push him hard.

When you look up, he almost seem heartbroken. You know he does, out of everything, his eyes showed the most emotion, and if people weren't so afraid of him, they'd be able to read his thoughts better by simply making eye contact with him.

"Don't you act like you're the one who had their heart broken to pieces, Seonghwa, you wanna be the tough guy? Then man up and accept the consequence of your actions,"

With that you slammed the door on him, thinking that this is it for the both of you.

Unbeknownst to you, he thought otherwise.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

BUCKY MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less.

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that.

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first.

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days.

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that.

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave.

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you.

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination.

You both pretended that nothing had happened.

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there.

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach.

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words.

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“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes.

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Hey friend. Can I request headcanons for Wammy boys trying food made by their friend or s/o who's really bad at cooking?

The Wammy Boys Trying Your Terrible Cooking

Hi friend! I was going to just do headcanons but I got carried away and added a lil Drabble to it as well. Sorry it took so long though, I was having trouble with Near’s :/

- He’s going to be brutally honest with you when your cooking isn’t up to par.

- in fact, with all of the delights he gets from Watari everyday he might insist that you never cook at all. Honestly you’re both relieved.

- he’ll keep a pretty straight face while chewing, but then tell you that there isn’t really a need for you to cook again. Ever.

- it’s so brutal to everyone around you but you’re honestly grateful for both the honestly and the relief from your cooking duties.

…

It was a kind gesture, offering to give Watari a break. L has been somewhat of a black hole today, consuming anything and everything, and the poor man has been running himself ragged trying to keep up with L’s orders. You, feeling sorry for him, tell him to rest while you take over in the kitchen.

If only you actually knew what you’re doing.

It doesn’t help that Watari, in all his infinite wisdom, must have memorized all of his recipes, as there are absolutely no recipe cards, books, or even notes in the kitchen whatsoever.

Okay, you think, no matter. I’m smart. I can figure this out.

Don’t mind the spoiler, but you could not, in fact, figure it out and your kind yet unfortunate efforts only resulted in the most charred cake you ever did see. But, after an hour and nothing else to offer, you ice the pathetic thing and bring it out on a tray. Perhaps presentation will make up for…whatever that is that lies underneath.

That hope is soon lost as L takes a bite and promptly sets it back on the tray.

“Would you like me to be honest with you?” He asks politely.

“No,” you sigh, plopping down into the chair next to him. “I know it sucks.”

“Oh, good.”

Mello

-pfft, you think he’s any better?

- he has no room to talk, but he can and will make fun of you.

- claims that he could probably do better than “whatever the hell that was” and that inspires something of a competition.

- it starts out fun but somewhere along the line you guys got really into it and now whoever loses might cry, who knows.

…

You sit across from Mello at the dining room table. You eye your creation and all the confidence you had in the beginning is wiped out. It looks…less than appetizing. Though, the one next to it is not much better, looking rough (or burnt) around the edges.

Your eyes dart to your partner’s — or, right now, your opponent’s. “So, are we trying each other’s and then our own?”

“Only seems fair,” he remarks while reaching for a fork. The utensil stabs into your dish and you cringe when a piece is torn out. You can see the middle of it now, and it sure as hell did not cook all the way through. Mello seems to notice as well but like hell he’s going to back down from a challenge. He brings the fork to his mouth and doesn’t look back unless it’s on his past mistakes that led him to this point in time. He chews for a moment, and that’s when the gagging starts.

“You’re just being dramatic, it’s not that bad!” You claim, watching Mello rush to the sink and stick his tongue under the faucet.

“Fine, you try it then!”

“Maybe I will!”

Mello looks on in absolute glee when your own face contorts after your bite.

“Yeah? Is it good?”

“Amazing,” you lie around a mouthful. “Just…a culinary masterpiece.”

Matt

- bitch is honest.

- The way he sees it, he has nothing to gain from keeping how much he hates your cooking a secret.

- if he does he just has to eat more of it, and you’re living a lie. Loose loose.

- just pretty casual about it overall.

…

You don’t think Matt’s eyes have lifted from the screen since he pressed “start”. You know better than to tell him to stop, but somehow you also want to know that he’s being somewhat healthy. It doesn’t even have to be anything big. Hell, if he got a single vegetable in him you’d be happy.

So, you head to the kitchen. It’s never on you to make dinner. Or lunch. Or breakfast. But you’re sure you can manage.

You rifle through the fridge, looking for something to make when all you find is a head of lettuce, cheese, and random takeout leftovers. Huh. Okay, this isn’t terrible. You can make something out of this! Like…stir fry? Stir fry is just a mixture of random things you find in the fridge cooked in a pan, right? Yeah. Sure.

You end up making “stir fry” and, dare you say, it doesn’t look terrible!

You make your way to the couch and place the plate you made down in front of Matt who, in a daze, reaches out and fumbles for the fork. His eyes, watery and red, stay in place as the fork reaches his mouth.

All you hear next is the defeated “game over” tune and the sounds of choking.

“Matt! Shit!” You exclaim, taking the fork from him and hitting his back to help get whatever it is from his throat. When his coughs have finally died down you ask, relieved, “You okay!?”

“Yeah,” Matt responds, sitting back and subtly pushing the plate away from him with his foot.

“…it’s absolute shit isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“Thank you for your honesty.”

Near

- He’s a picky eater anyway, so the chances of him eating your food are slim to none if it looks or smells or feels unappetizing in any way.

- If he did eat your food it would be because he’s literally starving or if everything about your dish seems fine, it’s just the taste that makes you want to die.

- if that is the case…

Near hasn’t eaten in days. You’re honestly worried beyond belief but with the amount of work he has he isn’t willing to take a break and figure out what it is he wants to eat. It’s driving you crazy.

So crazy, that you’re willing to actually enter the kitchen. You try your best, and that’s all that counts.

You come out of it with a plate of food that you don’t think looks too bad! So, with a skip in your step, you head over to Near and place the plate on the floor next to him.

He seems so out of touch with reality that he takes one glance at the plate, seems to find it satisfactory, and picks up a piece with his hands to bring to his mouth. You wait patiently for a response as he chews, eyes now stationary on his figurines once again. He’s chewing slowly. You hope that means he’s savoring your cooking.

That hope runs out as soon has Near leans back over the plate, let’s the food drop from his mouth and pushes it away entirely. It takes him a moment to realize that you’re still there, and when he finally notices you looking at him all he can do is say, “thank you, but no thank you.”

You can take the hint from there.

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i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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