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qtboni · 10 months

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Hey there! ☺️ I've been loving your writing lately and wanted to make a request for a new piece. What about writing about Soldier!Reader and König falling asleep on each other on their way back to base after a mission? I think it would be a sweet moment of intimacy after all the dangers and stress they've been through together. No pressure though, just thought I'd throw it out there! :)

HI, LOVIE! thanks for this request,, this was undeniably the cutest thing I have ever written!! i used gtranslate for the german phrases cz idk any german huhu. anyw, i hope u wd love this, anon <//3

PAIRING: König X Gn!Reader

OVERVIEW: König letting you rest on his shoulder, and him also resting on top of your head <//3

C/W: Everything is fluff.

As you sat in the back of the military vehicle, you felt your shoulders droop as you fought to stay awake. Your mind was fogged from fatigue, and every minute felt like an eternity.

But as your eyes began to flutter closed, you made one last effort, shifting slightly in your seat to avoid dozing off.

You and your team had just completed a long and arduous mission, and you all were tired and eager to get back to base. You looked over at König who was seated next to you in the military vehicle. He looked just as exhausted as you felt, his face lined with the strain of the past few hours.

König, watching over you as he always did on missions, noticed the tell-tale signs of you about to fall asleep. Instead of calling you out, however, he silently watched with concern.

He knew how grueling the mission had been, and he did not want to see you hurt yourself by staying up any longer.

As you continued to struggle to keep your eyes open, your focus began to slip, your head slowly drooping. You didn't even realize it, but eventually your head came to rest on König's shoulder, your breathing growing more and more steady with each passing moment.

König noticed the change in your demeanor immediately, and he watched your face as it relaxed into a peaceful slumber. He knew your exhaustion well, and he saw it as a sign that you had finally reached your limit.

His rough, low voice was warm and comforting as he whispered words to you so softly that you almost didn't catch it, but you felt their meaning deep in your heart.

"Ich bin so stolz auf dich," he murmured, his voice low and steady, "Du bist so mutig und stark."

His whispers continued as you slept, caressing your right arm gently as he does so. "Ich liebe dich..." he murmured softly, sounding almost hesitant. "Du bist meine Welt, meine Liebe."

König knows that you would not be able to understand them, so he lets himself freely express his love and care for you in his mother tongue.

König then adjusted his seat to accommodate you and let you rest against him. Nevertheless, you still slept soundly in his right shoulder, the warmth of his body providing a sense of comfort and security that you desperately needed.

A few hours later, you awoke to the sound of König's snores. He had leaned his head on top of yours, and the sound of his breathing was rhythmic and soothing. Despite the uncomfortable position, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, and you drifted off once more.

As the hours passed, the warmth of his body seept into yours, and your consciousness began to fade. You were lost in a dreamless, restful sleep, feeling safe and protected by his presence.

Finally, the sun began to set, and the military vehicle came to a stop outside the base. You stirred from your slumber, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever might come next. You opened your eyes to find König still sound asleep, his head resting on top of yours.

You sighed softly, trying not to disturb him. You carefully shifted your position and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "König... Wake up."

He stirred slightly, cracking open one eye to look at you. "Gott sei Dank..." His voice was low and hoarse from exhaustion, but there was a smile in his eyes. "I'll never complain about a nap again."

You giggled quietly, feeling a sudden surge of affection for him. "You'll never complain about anything again," you murmured, reaching up to prepare your stuff and fix your vest.

"Ja," König replied, his eyes gentle as ever as he looked at you. "Thanks for your shoulder, schatz. Sorry for if ever, um, it was uncomfortable."

"Oh?" You smiled softly at him.

"You know, given by your smaller than me, maus."

"Well," you chucked as you leaned over at him once more. "It was actually one of the best and comfortable sleep I have ever encountered in this.. kind of scenario."

König felt a warm sensation sweep over his cheeks as he blushed, clearing his throat nervously. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad."

"Actually, I should have been the one thank you. So, thanks. I really needed that nap." You patted his shoulder, where you previously had slept on.

König felt a nervous jolt run through his body as he realized his blush must have been noticed, even with the mask on, when your smile seems to expand more cheekily.

He doesn't trust his words, fear striking in him if he's going to let out stuttering phrases. So, he instead nodded at you, averting his gaze once again.

You knew that there were plenty of things he couldn't express with his mask on, but you could still tell that he appreciated your gesture. And you were glad to have been there for him, just as he had been there for you.

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poppadom0912 · 8 days

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Matt Casey and Wife Reader

There’s a big crash and 51 gets called out to it and they find Matt’s wife’s car in the crash all smashed up and Matt’s pregnant wife unconscious and hurt inside with their toddler son Jack who is crying. So Matt and the 51 guys do their best to save the family of their own Captain.

Warnings: Car crash, canon-typical injuries, death.

A/N: Once again, one month later. Life is not vibing right now but it's okay. I hope anyone who celebrated Eid had a wonderful time! very belated Eid Mubarak.

I hope this suffices and meets your expectations. I know this was sent ages ago and I apologise for the very long wait, I've just had zero inspiration and drive to write. This month has been very stressful with exams but please do enjoy!!

Matt was angsty and restless ever since his 24-hour shift started. There was no reason as to why he was but no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of the feeling. He tried sleeping it off, eating lunch and even calling you when they weren't busy, but he still felt unnerved.

Just as he was about to text you, wanting to quickly check in again, something he'd been doing much more regularly now that you were pregnant along with looking after your toddler, the bells rang.

Internally groaning, Matt tried ignoring whatever his body was trying to scream at him and rushed towards the trucks, everyone quickly getting their uniform on before jumping into their 'allocated' seats.

It didn't take too long to arrive at the scene, the mess being much larger than what they anticipated. But maybe this was good, the more work he had to do, the less time he had to himself and to contemplate on whatever was bothering him today. The scene was one large mess, cars mangled together for what seemed like miles.

Maybe this was the exact distraction he needed.

Boden began shouting orders, Kelly and him following as they too started to delegate roles between their own respective crews. With equipment in hand, everyone scattered to hopefully start minimising this massive mess. From the looks of it, several casualties were to be expected with many more injured.

Squeezing between cars, Matt looked through broken windows looking for anyone who was stuck or left behind, also keeping an ear out for any shouts of help. Only, he didn't hear anyone shouting for help, but he heard crying.

It wasn't piercing like a newborn; he knew that sound well, but it sounded like a child and that made his heart skip a beat. Ever since Jack was born, calls involving kids become infinitely worse to handle.

Running towards the crying, Matt held his breath in an attempt to hear better, but his feet suddenly came to a stop before his brain could even register what was happening.

That was your car that along with many others, was laying on its side.

Matt vividly remembered you telling him your plans for the day this morning while he got ready for work and you fed Jack. You were going to run to the office to pick up some bits before taking Jack out to the trampoline park with some of his friends and other mums.

Apparently, you never made it to the park.

The crying continued and everything came crashing down on him. It wasn't just any crying, he recognised it easily now that he was closer.

Rushing forward, Matt ignored the broken glass and dropped to his knees as he looked for his family.

He saw you first. Your eyes shut, blood trailing down your forehead, head slumped to the side and seatbelt digging into your body that sat unmoving.

He then looked in the back where the crying hadn't stopped, Jack's eyes screwed shut as he wailed, the occasional 'mama' audible between cries.

"Jack. Daddy's here Jack." Matt forced out, his throat constricting at the sight of his hurt family. First things first, he had to get Jack settled and out the car before he could get you out. "Jack, it's me."

His crying calmed down, eyes peeling open as his crying slowly eased when he found his father.

"Are you okay Jack? You hurt anywhere baby?" Matt asked, easily taking apart the door and getting in besides the car seat.

"Daddy." Finally having one of his parents with and responding to him, Jack started to cry again, making grabby hands towards Matt as his words went through one ear and out the other.

"It's okay. I've got you now." Matt cooed, unbuckling from his car seat and before he could do anything, Jack launched himself into his dad's open arms.

A small oof was forced out of Matt from the sudden force of Jack catapulting into him. But he tightly wrapped his arms around his toddler nonetheless, his chest somewhat lighter with his boy safe in his embrace.

"Matt, is that- oh shit." Kelly swore as he rounded the car, eyes going wide as he saw father and son.

"I'm taking him to Sylvie." Matt started, holding out Jack for Kelly to take so he could jump out of the car that was still on its side and creaking with every movement he made. Without another word, Kelly took his godson and waited for Matt to get out before handing him back over.

"I'm waiting on Cruz and Violet." Kelly said, his eyes remaining on the father and son duo, both of their arms wrapped tightly around the other in fear of being separated again. "We've got Y/N, I promise."

Matt didn't even bat an eye when his best friend made a promise, one of which they were never allowed to make as first responders.

With another glance at your unconscious body, Matt held his breath as he stepped away, his heart constricting when Jack realised what was happening, trying his best to not crumble at his toddler's cries for his mama who wasn't responding to him.

*****

Somehow, Jack came out of the crash relatively unharmed besides the few cuts and bruises. He was for sure to be sore for the rest of the week. You however, your physical state was harder taking into account your pregnancy and they could only do so much in an ambulance.

It took them some time, but they had gotten you out safely, laying down still unmoving on a backboard. There were two of you but only one of him and with the way Jack was gripping his uniform jacket, there was no way he could leave, especially when he'd whimper at any movement he made, in hear his father would leave him alone.

Boden had dismissed him from the scene, giving him the permission to ride in the same ambulance as you, Jack not once letting go of him.

The hospital was in its usual disarray but Matt's concern was so high for you and your unborn child that he didn't even bat an eye at all the doctors and nurses running around ragged.

Natalie had seen you immediately, wasting no time in checking your physical state before scanning your stomach.

Matt could've cried when Natalie confirmed there was absolutely no harm caused besides whatever had been inflicted upon you.

After a few more checks and tests, Natalie turned to him with an understanding smile.

"She most likely has a concussion, some bruises that will definitely be sore for few weeks but nothing internal or severe."

Matt sighed in relief, his entire body deflating as he slumped back in the chair, Jack moving with him from his now permanent position in Matt's lap.

"You can go sit with her."

And so he did without any further prodding.

Walking back into the room, Matt looked your unconscious figure over, confirming with his own eyes that everything was indeed fine and you were in fact healthy.

Manoeuvring the sleeping toddler in his lap, Matt sat down and placed your hand in his. His fingers gently caressing the scars and scratches on your hands, knuckles raw and red from the sudden impact.

Closing his eyes, Matt lightly pressed a kiss into Jack's hair, his eyes stuck on you.

His little family were all safe and with him here where he wouldn't let them out of his sight. If his throat got tight and his eyes watery, glistening in the bright hospital lights, no one saw.

No one would blame a man who almost lost all his family before he could even meet its final member.

Matt sniffled, shaking away such unnecessary deprecating thoughts. You were all here now, unharmed for the most of it, and you were back with him. That was all that mattered.

#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #onechicago #chicago fire #chicago fire x reader #matt casey #one chicago fanfiction #chicago med #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader

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beiq2y · 1 year

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OMG, GOTTA SAY I LOVE UR HC, thank u for that!! would love to see another sae's headcanon from your POV or just sae being whipped in general /jk

HELLO OMGG THANKU SM FOR THIS REQ!! I saw ur reblog and i love ur mind sm?? It was literally exactly what i had in mind for him😭 The moment i saw this i literally dashed to write and i finished this in like an hour at 12am i was so excited stop. Also ik u said headcanons but i couldn’t help myself HE’S SO 😍 hope u enjoy this too!!

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SAE ITOSHI CUDDLING HEADCANONS¡! ❞

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-> based off my prev sae headcanon here

-> warnings - a bit steamy? Idk they kiss and i describe it HAHAH. Sae is so down bad, also horrible attempts of humour by me

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; gosh where do i begin,,

; HE IS DEFO AN “i hate everyone but you” TYPA GUY

; he loves lying on top of you, forget whether you’re half or even twice his size, my man will just plop himself on top of u

; he is so done w all his teammates i swear

; absolute MENACE.

; rants about each of his teammates in such detail you wonder how he even managed to focus on football with the time he must’ve spent wishing he could murder his teammates

; he probably rests his face on your chest and when there is that ONE particular teammate, he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and groans

; pls pat his head and just smile and nod when he does that

; try to defend any of his teammates I DARE YOU.

; “what do you mean that wasn’t really his fault?? Are you implying he doesn’t actually deserve to accidentally stumble into a razor and get his hair shaved off??”

; he can't stay angry at you tho.. he may even actually consider taking that guy off his “top 1000 men i wish would fall into a hole” list

; ANYW PLS SHUT HIM UP I SWEAR

; all it takes is for you to caress his face and a slight kiss on his forehead for my man to completely forget everything gosh

; he blushes.

; It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve gone through this exact routine, he becomes the same shade as his hair and buries his face in ur neck it’s so cute stop😭

; after a while he does come back to kiss you again tho, but my man is honestly so down horrendous it’s crazy

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Sae itoshi’s favourite part of the day was when he could finally go home.

Not because he could finally take a nice warm shower or because he could finally get his well-deserved sleep - no, none of that.

More than anything, it’s because he knew that was where you would be waiting for him.

You, who would without a doubt be waiting for him on your shared bed, a warm smile flitting across your face when he makes his appearance. You, who would welcome him with open arms, the words “welcome home” sounding like honey to him when they came out of your mouth. And finally you, who made his life just a little bit easier when you were around, his eyes lighting up the moment he spots you. He tries his best not to show it of course, but the way the corners of his lips perk up never fails to escape your gaze, a small giggle falling from your lips.

And with that, sae is quick to be by your side. He holds himself back just the right amount to ensure he doesn’t hurt you with the way he flops onto you. With a deep sigh, he finally lets go off all the tension he’s been holding in, all the stress and pressure dissipating with your touch.

Well, certainly not all of them that’s for sure.

He slowly but surely wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close as he snuggles closer to you, while you brace yourself for the worst.

“Hi love,” he mutters, looking up to face you from where he lies on your chest. “Today wasn’t that bad. Well, it could’ve been better if that idiot-“

Ah, there he goes again.

His daily venting session.

Maybe it was just a sae itoshi thing, but somehow, without fail, this man always managed to have something new to rant about every. Single. Day.

If it wasn’t guy A it would be guy B. If it wasn’t guy B, it would be guy C, and hell, sometimes it would be all of them. Really, no one was safe from the venomous words of sae itoshi.

Oh well, everyone but you of course.

But even if you were saved from his harsh words, it didn’t necessarily mean that you particularly enjoyed hearing him rant about others. And as such, you slowly bring your hand up to his face, and with a gentle caress, you relish in the way he almost instantly shuts his mouth, all previous complaints dying down in his throat, his raging flame of anger being reduced to a small simmering flame.

In a final attempt to put out the fire inside him, you brings your lips to his forehead, the flame instantly reduced to embers.

However, it isn’t long before another flame surfaces, sae’s cheeks being dusted a bright red as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. It isn’t long before he pushes himself up on his arms however, caging you beneath him as he begins. First, a kiss to the forehead. Second, a small peck of his lips to your right cheek, and then the left. Third, his lips travel to your eyelids, forcing them to close with the gentle touch. And finally, he presses his lips to yours. You can feel yourself slowly melt into him, hands wrapping around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, to feel more of him.

After a while, he pulls away to breathe, all thoughts of his irritating teammates being washed away, replaced with only you, you and you.

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©beiq2y on tumblr, 2022. pls do not copy or steal my works!

#Sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi fluff #bllk headcanons #i brain farted this idk #i hope this isn’t ooc? If it is ill cry #im so down bad for softie sae #i was literally giggling and kicking my feet writing this #beiq2y

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Not a request! I just wanted to talk about the boy. I kept thinking abt Arven when listening to Everything She Wants by Wham. Not because I think hed relate but because he'd probably hate the song to the core. It was probably reminiscent of his parents' dynamic with each other. That and George Michael would be a great voicecast for Arven cause retro guys with blonde hair and a dramatic air to them??? Cmon!!!! I just know he has a smooth voice. Its not soft or inaudible either, I just think his voice would be a little breathy and velvety. Not to mention if you heard those noises wantonly oh arceus

OOOOO I like this. Again I still think j groff is the best fancast but I can absolutely hear George Michael!!!

Also leave it to THE catbed0 to inspire me to write. This is small and dumb but I hope it makes someone laugh.

Thoughtless Murmuring

Arven x reader, arven pissed you off and he's gonna try to do something about it. No gendered pronouns used to describe reader

"Hey! Hey, over here!" Nemona waved frantically from her booth in the corner of the bar as you and Arven entered.

The moment you saw her, you turned and made a beeline to her, completely disregarding your boyfriend who seemed to unsuccessfully reach for your hand.

You plopped down into the booth with a huff, displeasure evident on your features.

"What's got you upset?" Penny asked as she sipped from her drink.

"Don't wanna talk about it." You retorted, biting back most of your current frustration.

Nemona and Penny shared a look between them for a long moment before shrugging and letting the subject drop, so they could return to their previous conversation.

Just being near them helped dissipate some of your anger, and slowly you began to relax and join in.

That is, until Arven returned from the bar, a drink in each hand. One for himself and one for you.

You took the glass without a word or a look, and promptly went back to ignoring him, much to his dismay.

"So..." Nemona asked, trying to keep things cordial. "Think you're up for karaoke tonight?"

You rolled your eyes at the thought. "Absolutely not. No one ever sounds good doing karaoke anyw-"

"Up next," The DJ interrupted you over the speaker. "We have...Arven! Come on up, Arven! Your song is queued and ready to go!"

You let your head fall into your crossed arms on the table with an exaggerated groan as your boyfriend gave Nemona and Penny a grin, standing to go over to the karaoke stage.

He took the microphone in his hands and nodded to the DJ. Only then did the music begin, a saxophone solo reverberating through the bar.

Arven crooned the opening melisma before the lyrics began in earnest. True to form, he didn't sound exactly like the original artist (how could he anyway without a studio? Karaoke isn't fair.), but he did a good enough impersonation that folks nearby shouted their approval.

He sang a line about taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor, going as far as to leave the stage, mic in hand, to reach for you, but you huffily turned away, not playing his stupid game.

Arven wasn't deterred, continuing to sing through the chorus, lamenting that he'll never dance again due to his guilt.

Through the instrumental breaks, the crowd cheered him into dancing those stupid dances his does in the kitchen sometimes, where he sways his hips in a rocking kind of motion that's anything but sexy, but with this song? Ugh. What a fucking ham.

You hid your face again, having momentarily forgotten your anger while watching him.

Nemona and Penny were both enraptured by the performance as Arven belted out lyrics meant just for you about how he'll never get over his guilt.

The crowd yelled for more as the music eventually faded, and Arven took his bow, returning the mic to its stand.

He slid back into the booth next to you, jostling you playfully. "C'mon... You can't be that mad after a performance like that."

"Really!" Nemona agreed enthusiastically. "What'd he do anyway that's got you so pissy?"

You grumbled into your arms.

"What was that?" Nemona asked. "Speak up."

"He stole my fucking garlic bread."

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(if it wasn't abundantly obvious, this is the song he sang lmao)

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

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siriannatan · 10 months

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The Great Freeze - part 2 - fWhipScott

I could not not write fWhip and Scott follow up to that sugary bomb of Pix and Sausage cuddles :} For context see 1st part if you somehow missed it :}

Rivendell was a right mess when fWhip finally managed to reach it. It was a lot harder to fight the snowstorm as a small almost pocket-sized dragon than he imagined it would be. He had to walk up the mountain for a solid hour to reach the city from the furthest point he managed to reach. At least Scott's council and army had the cold figured out but everyone was very confused why their king locked himself in his castle and was freezing anyone who even as much as tried to talk to him. Why couldn't Jimmy warn their resident ice princess he'd be going for a puberty nap?

At least the council was too busy trying to figure out what to do to pay any attention to a vampire sneaking through the city. fWhip could be really sneaky if he wanted to. He just usually preferred to announce himself with explosions. Today he just needed to see Scott without his council getting in the way. For some reason (a very loud argument that ended with Rivendell leaving WRA and joining CA) they didn't like that fWhip was trying to fix his 'friendship' with Scott.

Their friendship was doing great by the way, fWhip's teeth being very sharp was apparently something Scott liked a lot. And that fWhip didn't need to sleep and often forgot Scott needed to what aided his insomnia. And unlike Jimmy, he would discuss books and history with Scott. He especially liked talking books and history while in fWhip's lap with Jimmy slowly dozing off after agreeing to give Scott five more minutes of vampire time before it was bedtime.

Unfortunately, there was no Jimmy available to placate Scott with at the moment so fWhip would have to do on his own.

Up close Rivendell royal palace was even more covered in ice than fWhip anticipated. The door was not sealed away with ice but there were many threatening spikes of ice around the door. Not that they would deter fWhip. By the concentration of ice, he assumed Scott was not intending to start an ice age. But that was merely a guess, he'd have to confirm that with Scott.

Inside the palace wasn't any better. Piles of snow and ice covered literally everything fWhip walked past. He didn't want to alert Scott of his presence just yet so he stayed quiet and sneaked through the silent corridors. There was of course a chance Scott already knew he was there, a very small chance. He was likely occupied with different things - being a drama queen was a full-time task.

The first place he decided to check was the library, not the main royal library but Scott's personal one. Scott really liked collecting his favourites in a special, just for their space.

"Should I be offended if you don't freeze the world if I ever pull a disappearing act like Jimmy did?" as expected Scott was in his private library. Wrapped in a thick, woollen blanket with hot tea and a book.

"Whole... World?" he asked with wide eyes and ran to a window. It was followed by a long and panicked string of rather nasty elven words. "I... I only meant to freeze the castle for a day or two..." he whined and all fWhip could do was sigh. Just as he thought. Scott underestimated how strong his magic was. Again. Only this time it was much bigger than freezing a lake.

"Don't worry, snowflake, as long as the snowstorms stop everything and everyone should be fine," fWhip pulled him into a hug. He gently patted his back as Scott mumbled apologies.

"I can't just make all the snow and ice go away, that'd cause a massive flood and..." he rambled and fWhip could swear the room's temperature went up like one or two degrees. He couldn't be too sure. Being a vampire and all that.

"Everyone should be able to bare it until it melts, Sausage's helping Pix..." fWhip assured him. Grimlands could handle the freeze for a long time anyway. "If anything you might have just fixed their relationship and I'd call it worth the flash ice age," he chuckled to maybe, just maybe, lift Scott's spirits. "Next time Jimmy's a jerk and not tell you something come and bother me, I'll always make time for you if I have to," he added as he gently patted Scott's head. The snowstorm outside, centred on the castle, was already slowly dying down.

"I just wanted a day off..." Scott sighed as he fell into fWhip's arms. "I had no idea I could freeze stuff all the way to Pix's..."

"What's done is done, we can delay talking to others until they see the snow's actually slowing down, maybe get some rest in you?" fWhip offered but was already picking Scott up. He might have ignored it but he looked exhausted by all that magic he did. "I can punch Jimmy for not warning you, once he's back?" he added and finally got a small smile out of Scott.

"Do I get a kiss before my nap?" the elf asked and yawned. "I should have known I overdid it once I got this tired..." he sighed, leaning more into fWhip.

Scott was asleep before fWhip managed to reach his bedroom. He didn't want to leave him alone so he send a message to other rulers. 'Scott's fine, overreacted, he's sorry, snow should slowly melt soon to avoid floods." And after turning his communicator off joined the elf in the bed. He might not need to sleep but he still enjoyed cuddles and Scott was really cuddly in his sleep. He just hoped Jimmy wouldn't take too long with his puberty nap.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #gold husbands #golden husbands #scfwhip

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rin-and-jade · 1 year

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Could you talk about subsystems pls?

-🍡🎧

Yes i can, although this is a really vague question, i'll take it as a chance to write anything freely about it from my own understanding and experiences, as long it's still on topic.

Starting with the basics, it's another set of alters but instead of the biological body, its inside of the alter itself. Well i always have a few analogies for it but the easy one is, you have a box of eggs which represents the whole body, those eggs with one yolk are an alter each, and one of those eggs have two yolks inside it instead of one, now that's a subsystem.

And these 'yolks' have different strengths and weaknesses, could be similar or not similar to the "og alter" and might have a chance to look the same or different too, there could also be a dominant and the submissive parts (aka who is more prominent being out if you get it) but i think thats something minor i noticed in our system.

For now i haven't discovered other reasons why it formed, but i do know when one of our people isn't coping or in a prolonged time of stress it will happen. So, first off it'll slowly start as a "i always hate these food- but i think i wanna try it anyw- wait i never want to do that anyway why do i think of it", it always start off from a different reaction/response (though i am not confident if this is a general thing because i haven't did enough survey yet, please tell me about it if you like) and it will snowball from there until the subsystem fully forms.

Don't worry, it is possible to fuse back as one and it will actually return you to your "og self" (for our system, also not confirmed if its general yet), though its really hard because the conflict is caused for having differences in maybe, almost everything, but if they all seem to found the middle ground when compromising and agreed consent to be one again, it will flawlessly fuse. I also remember forcing a fuse will temporarily work, but it will bounce the whole part back as multiple pieces so yeah please don't, very dissociating.

I really have nothing else in mind to say, so i hope this answer will be able to satisfy you.

- j

#dissociative identity disorder #did system #actually did #did community #did #did osdd #janswersask

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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heyoooow congrats on 500 followers 🥳 first off i wanna say my appreciation to your blog. thanks for letting me hang here! i only interact with a few blogs (4), and you’re def one of the peeps who made my quarantine and mental stuff bearable. your writing def gives me comfort considering my current state, so thank you sm for existing :) anyw i wanna participate in your event sooo

for character, i really cant choose between mikasa and annie so you choose for me 😂

starters: can i get hcs of gn gamer!reader who plays all the time, and their s/o complains bc of it, so reader kinda teaches them but s/o kinda sucks... 💀

main: maybe character gets jealous oneshot?

dessert: fluff text messages

again thank you soooo much ♥️

Hey there, I'm extremely overjoyed I have been of some help to you and that you like it here. Thank you for your kind words and I appreciate you so much 💕

Comin' right up ☕

Starters

Annie -

Annie doesn't mind so much that you play your video games. She likes the quiet time where she can read while you run through a virtual world doing your thing.

If you get too carried away though and get raged or agitated, she'll tell you to quiet down.

If you don't - she'll get up to a different room with a deep sigh.

One day she asks if you could teach her and she could play with you sometime. It'll be a good way to spend quality time together.

You start her off with something easy and a two player. Mario Kart.

You can't help but laugh as she constantly drives into the walls and comes in last - her annoyed pout just the cutest thing.

"This is dumb..." She'll sigh. She won't stop playing though.

"Annie. Press down the A button just before the go light."

"I am and I keep skidding out!"

"Because you're hitting it too early."

"You're lying. There's no such thing as a start boost."

"...I'm not lying."

Mikasa -

Mikasa likes to watch you play your games. She likes how excited and happy you get when you do something you're proud of.

"Well done." She'll smile when you finally kill the Blood starved beast.

But she doesn't like doing it for too long. She prefers it when you're doing something together. So you suggest to teach her so you can play together.

You decide on playing Minecraft with her - a nice peaceful game for her to start off with.

She gets the controls pretty quickly. What she can't understand are the physics and other rules.

"How is that tree floating up there?"

"It's just how the game is, babe."

"How is it possible this bridge isn't falling down?"

"I... I don't know. Try not to think too much about it."

Accidentally burned down your house you built together. She teared up with guilt.

Always. Always leading creepers to you asking you to save her.

Will die under collapsing sand and gravel. A lot.

"Babe, I died again! All my stuff is down in that cave..."

*sigh* "Alright. I'll go get it..."

Main

"Hey babe." You smile, delighted to see your girlfriend after a long day.

Her bright blue orbs look right through you - dead eyed and a frown tugging at her lips.

"Annie?" You frown, removing your jacket. "Everything okay?"

"Fine." She mumbles with venom underlying her tone.

"Annie." You arch an eyebrow, obviously not convinced by her weak attempt of a lie.

She doesn't have time to reply as the rest of your comrades walk through the door after a hard day of training. Sasha's laughter rings out loudly, breaking the uncomfortable silence between you.

"Connie fell flat on his ass!" She continued her conversation with Mina who is giggling behind her hand.

"I'm not surprised. Sounds like Connie "

"There they are!" Ymir smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "I've been looking for you, good lookin'"

"You've just seen me like an hour ago." You laugh, oblivious to Annie's blazing glare.

"That was too long ago." She teases, placing her cheek against yours.

Annie's brow furrows and she snapped. The band of her jealousy wound too tightly around her ego as she grabs Ymir by the neck and pushes her off you, right across the room and against the wall.

"Annie!" You gasp.

"Woah!" Sasha exclaims, stopping her conversation.

"What are you doing?!" Ymir snarls in her face as Annie holds her still.

"Go anywhere near them again, and I'll snap your neck like a twig. Got it??"

Ymir smirks. "Oh? I should have figured you as a jealous type."

"Annie, that's enough!" You call, the authority in your voice surprising everyone in the room.

Annie loosens her grip, but her warning glare doesn't leave Ymir as she runs her throat - a red mark already appearing on her skin.

"I'm with you, Annie. I want you. No one else. Now give your head a shake and get back in the game." You hiss, pulling her to the side as the room slowly and awkwardly begins to re-errupt into conversation.

"I'm sorry..." She mutters.

You were pretty surprised at Annie. You had no idea she could be insecure in you and your relationship. You spoke all night about a lot of things. But mostly how she should never ever fear that you would want anyone else other than the beautiful Annie Leonhart.

Dessert

Mikasa

Annie

#attack on titan #snk #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #snk headcanons #follower event #attack on titan x you #annie leonhart #annie x reader #mikasa x y/n #snk mikasa

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 3 years

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Bakugou, comfort fan fic

Summary : You and your ex just broke up. And you didn’t leave your room for a week. Bakugou wasn’t having any of it, and took you out.

Warning (?) : Not the best writing

A/N : Hi hi hi, Blinky here. So uhm..I made this a few days ago and I didn’t copyread it so if it’s REALLY sucky I’m sorry T_T. I hope you still enjoy though :D!

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Bakugou’s POV:

‘That weirdo isn’t here again.’ the blond male thought to himself, as he scanned the common room area of the Class-1A dormitory. ‘Sigh…Y/N must really be having a hard time..” Raccoon eyes sighed Bakugou’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “Yeah..They haven’t left their room in a while…” Round cheeks added. Sipping from her boba tea. “Didn’t they just breakup-” the invisible girl was cut off by the two other girls “Shhhhhhh!! Y/N didn’t tell us if they were comfy with saying that info!!” Raccoon eyes shushed. “Gah-! Sorry…!” Hagakure apologized.

As they continued to worry about Y/N’s well being. Wondering if they should go check up on them. Bring them some food. Comfort them. Or all the above. Bakugou got his phone, and texted you.

Your POV:

Memories of screaming and shouting and tears played through your mind as you clutched onto your pillow. The breakup. You and your lo-..I mean..Ex,broke up about a week ago. Was it a week..? You don’t know. It felt like forever. Yet the pain didn’t go away. You slowly woke up, and sat upright. The room was dark. Only a little bit of light coming in through the small gap between the dark colored curtains. But then you noticed another source of light. Your phone. Someone sent you a text. You picked up the phone to see who it was. And you never thought you’d see the day where he of all people would text you this, let alone text you at all!

Sparky sparky boom boom man ;

Oi. You idiot. Why didn’t you come out of your fucking room again? Those dumbasses are beginning to worry you know.

Bakugou Katsuki. THE. BALUGOU. KATSUKI. Asking if you were okay? Well-- he isn’t really but you can tell he was somewhat worried. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be texting you,

Y/N :

Sorry Bakugou. I still don’t feel too well.

You replied, and in the skip of a heartbeat he texted back.

Sparky sparky boom boom man:

I’m omw.

..You read the text aloud. “I’m on my way..?” you asked yourself. You took a minute to process what those words meant. “..Wait…” your e/c eyes stared at the phone in disbelief. “HE’S COMING OVER?!?!”

Third Person POV :

He got you some breakfast and started walking towards your room. “Hey! Bakubro! Where are you going?” Shitty hair- I mean. Kirishima, asked. “IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou snarled and began stomping towards your room.

Bakugou knocked on your bedroom door -more like banged his fist against the door-. “Hey, Let me in.” he demanded. No response. His eye twitched. “Oi oi oi…Don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me out here.” ..Nothing. He realized what he said could make you not want him in your room even more. He sighed, trying to calm down at least a little bit. “Look. I’ll only be doing this once. So if you don’t let me in now. I won’t help ever again. Including your homework shit.” he lied. Of course he would still help you. He-…No he didn’t…He just saw you as a good rival and wanted to make you even better. The better you are. The more challenging you are to fight.

“I’m gonna count to three. And if the door isn’t open by then. I’m leaving.” He stated, “One..Two..” then the door made a click noise. And his vermilion looked down to see you. Your h/c hair was a mess. And you were wearing a gray hoodie. “H-Hey Bakugou..” you muttered. He huffed, “You look like shit.” you laughed. “I know..” you agreed. You then looked at the plate of food he was holding. “Thanks for bringing food. I needed it haha,,” you reached out for the food. But he just lifted his hand higher to a height you couldn’t reach. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “You thought I was just gonna give you food then leave?” he asked. Your eyes widened. “Uhm..Maybe..?” you laughed nervously.

“Move.” he demanded. You tried to close the door, but then he stopped you with his one hand. “Heh. That was a bit rude don’t you think?” he teased. But then looked at you. And saw the look on your face. He then realized this could’ve been the wrong choice. “..Sorry” he mumbled and handed you your food. “What..?” you stared at the food. Then looked back up at him. “I said I’m sorry okay! I..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he averted his gaze. He..Was apologizing to you? He. HE-..Said sorry..?

You smiled and took the plate, “It’s alright. It’s just..’ You looked at your room. “My room is a mess right now..You’d get even more pissed..” He looked at you. “Now I just wanna get in there even more.” he complained. You thought about whether or not you should let him in. He won’t get that mad right?

You let him in. And God were you worried with anticipation. Just waiting for him to lecture you about keeping your room clean or something like that. But no. He just kept quiet as his eyes trailed along the room. Which may I add, DID NOT MAKE YOUR FEAR ANY BETTER. He finally sighed. And said “Go sit and eat. I’ll clean this fucking mess.” and he began to pick up one of the clothes on your floor. “E-EH!? Y-YOU DON’T HAVE TO IT’S OKA-” “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME DO THIS.” he barked back, as he crouched down and put it around his arm. You did as he said and ate your food, and tried to make sure he doesn’t catch you staring.

He had this look on his face. It..Wasn’t that pissed off angry face. It looked a bit like that but..It felt somewhat different. He looked a bit worried..? Sad even..? God. You’re probably overthinking it. Just don’t think about it, Y/N! You shouted at yourself. But as soon as you did. You remembered the breakup. And tears began to prickle at your eyes. But you wiped it off as soon as you realized you were about to sob. You turned to him, hoping he didn’t see. And he had his back turned against you, and was entering the bathroom. “I’m gonna look for the laundry basket. I’ll be back” he said, then rummaged through the bathroom.

He saw you. He saw those tears. But he didn’t say anything-- Yet anyway.

After you had finished eating. He finished cleaning the room a bit. It wasn’t full on cleaning since he would have to sweep the floor and dust the dirt and etc but hey, it looked better than before!

“Thanks Bakugou. I’m sorry you had to do this..” you thanked the explosion boy. “Yeah yeah. It was no problem. Now get dressed we’re going out.” he turned to leave but you stopped him. “Huh? What do you mean?” you question. “What does it sound like? You haven’t left your room in a while and I can tell you’re getting lazy again. So we’re gonna go out for a walk. You understand?” he explained. “O-Oh. Okay..” You trailed off. “Where will we be going?” “Don’t ask. Just get dressed. And you better take a bath okay?” he said and closed the door.

A little later you took a bath. Combed your hair -you had a bit of a hard time with that-.Got a bag and filled it with things you need. And wore some casual clothes, You then heard a knock on your door, and as expected it was Bakugou. He glanced but walked away immediately. “Hurry up. I won’t wait all day for you.” And you ran after him

. As the two of you entered the common room. Eyes stared at you and the blond. Some began asking if you were okay. Others teased and asked If you were going on a date, then the small portion minded their own business and didn’t say anything. Bakugou raised a middle finger to those who were asking if you two were going on a date, you told those who asked about your well being that you were okay. And you two were off. To wherever Bakugou said you would go.

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You stared in awe at the scene in front of you. Sparkles in your eyes as you read the sign. Bakugou tried to contain the smile on his face. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so happy. “This..This is…” you began. Bakugou forced himself to make his usual grumpy face. “It’s a damn dog cafe.” he stated the obvious. You ran in the cafe and grinned, looking at all of the puppies inside. One immediately running towards you. As you crouched down and cooed at the small creature. Bakugou tsked, and walked toward the counter. Asking for a menu. Since he won’t really be playing with the dogs, “OI! Do you wanna eat anything?” You were swarmed with puppies. A LOT of puppies were gathering around you. And you were loving it. And so was Bakugou. He loved seeing that smile on your face. Although he would never admit it. He ordered you some fries and the lady asked, :”Is she your girlfriend?” Bakugou turned red and yelled no. Then stomped to a nearby table. The lady chuckled in amusement.

Bakugou grumpily sat down. Arms crossed as he muttered insults. Boyfriend. The word played through his head. He snapped out of it and scolded himself. He can’t date you. Not yet anyw- no never, nope nope nope- “Bakugou!” you called for him, and his heart pounded against his chest a little bit more than usual. You were now sitting on the floor. Your eyes sparkling like stars from the galaxy. Your smile warm and bright. “You’re not gonna play with the puppies?: you pouted, holding a puppy up to him. It’s puppy dog eyes staring at him. “No. I don’t play with dogs.” he said, about to pull out his phone. Before you hastily put the puppy around your arm, and used the other arm to hold his hand. Catching his attention. “Pleeeaaaseee? It’s fun! I swear!” you begged. And he blushed. “Ugh! Fine! If It will stop you from making that annoying face then..Fine!” he got out of the chair, and sat next to you. “And stop holding my hand!” he quickly pulled his hand away from you as you simply laughed at his aggressiveness. And placed the puppy on his lap.

You were always like this..You always laughed it seemed. And for some reason, it felt like music to his ears every time he heard it. He patted the small creature on his lap. He sneakily took his phone from his photo, and took a picture of you. And you didn’t notice. You looked..Beautiful. He caught himself thinking that, and tried to ignore the feeling again.

The food soon came and you whined, not wanting to let the puppies go. It took him awhile but after threatening to finish your fries you agreed. You looked at the puppies longingly. And he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then you two began to talk about whatever came to mind. Stupid new trends. School. Homework. Your love for dogs. Anything to keep your mind off your ex. And it seemed to be working. Or at least he hoped it did.

After you finished eating, you immediately went back to the puppies. Still somewhat keeping the conversation with Bakugou, just distracted by the puppies. He then finished his meal, and you two had to leave, And Bakugou caught a glimpse of the same lady giving him a thumbs up.

“So..Where are we going now?” you asked. As you two walked around the mall. “..Shopping.” he blurted out. He didn’t think he would make it this far. You tiled your head in confusion, “What was that?”. He grumbled “We’re going shopping..I swear your deaf.” he mumbled. And shoved his hands in his pockets. “OOh~! Shopping!!” you smiled. “I wonder what the oh so great King Explosion Murder is looking for?” you teased. “Shut up or I’m leaving you alone.” he began to walk faster. And you hurriedly chased him.

You two looked at a lot of stores. You two looked at clothes, stationary, stuffed toys, -all might- merch, skin care, etc. You bought a few of the said items, and walked out of the mall drained. “God. Why did you drag me to so many stores?” Bakugou groaned. “Huh?! You were the one dragging me around!!” you shot back at him. As you two sat down on a bench. “I’m not the one who went into a store full of stuffed animals and gushed over how cute they were for a long damn time!” he said, expecting for your response. Until he noticed you went quiet. He glanced at you, noticing that you were looking at something- rather, someone. He followed your gaze and saw your ex with their group of friends. He grit his teeth, but turned his attention back to you.

He was not having it. He stood up. Grabbed your wrist. And pulled you away, “B-Bakugou? Where are we-” “Don’t ask. Just follow me.” he replied. And picked up the pace. And you followed suite.

He then stopped when you were a good distance away from them. And looked at you. Then at the place he wanted to go. He sighed, and gave you the few bags he was holding. “Take them.” and as you did as he asked, he bent down a little and made his back face you. “Get on.” “What..?” “I said get on.” he growled and glared at you. You hesitantly got on and he stood straight. And off you two were. Flying. In the air.

…Flying..

.......

You..YOU WERE FLYING-

After a short trip. You were finally at your final stop. A fricking mountain. You swiftly got off of Bakugou and gazed at the beautiful view. The sun was setting. And you could see the city from here. “Woah..” is all you could say. It was..An amazing sight to see. Bakugou put the bags down next to a tree and walked over to you. “You like it?” he questioned, and you nodded. “It’s..Pretty..” not as beautiful as you. He said, in his brain of course. “Mm. I come here ever once in a while. I usually run up the mountain but I still got my exercise.” he commented. “I see.” you replied. Not wanting to say much.

He bit his lip. Wondering if he should really go through with the plan. “If you want. You could scream all of your emotions out here you know>” you faced him, and wondered if he was serious. “I..Do that when I’m feeling stressed sometimes. It doesn’t fully help but it gives some sort of comfort.” he added, his ruby eyes glowing.”I know you bottle up your feelings you damn nerd. And thats not fucking healthy. So,,If you want to. Just..Scream and yell it all out.”

The offer sounded nice. But you weren’t sure if you should or not. He sighed. Then suddenly yelled which made you flinch. “Like that. See? Wasn’t that hard.” he smirked. You took a step. And took a deep breath in. And yelled.

You yelled, and you screamed, and cried and everything. You got angry, and you got sad. You let all of the things you wanted to say go. You let everything out.

And by the end of it. Your voice was hoarse. As you cried, Bakugou didn’t think this through, so he wasn’t sure on what he should do. But he pat your shoulder, and pulled you in.

“I..Don’t know what to say other than..You’re not allowed to give up. Cause I’m the one who will defeat you and become number one. So until then..Be strong. And fight everyone who gets in your way.” he pat your head. “B-But..I’m so..Weak..” you sniffled. “You know that’s pretty insulting. Since I’m the one who helps you train. No rival of mine is fucking weak.’ he pulled you in closer.

“You’re not weak. You got that, dumbass.” you nodded. “Good.”

#bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Blue Book- (8)

Warnings: hoo boi.

Word Count: 2k

"Y/n?" Chan gently shook your shoulder. "Come on baby, you've got to wake up."

You peeled your eyes open, cheeks flushing as you noticed how close Chan's face was to yours.

"Good, you're awake. Listen...I've got to go to the airport and pick up my parents, and your mom was blowing up your phone just a few minutes ago." The corner of his lips twitched in amusement as your phone started vibrating. "Well, there she goes again. Sounds important, you should answer." He straightened up, handing you your phone and heading to the kitchen. "I’ll be making breakfast."

You smiled as he left, expression dropping as you answered your phone.

"Yes, mom...?"

"Oh! My baby! Thank god you answered, finally...I'm so sorry about last night, darling..."

"It's oka-"

"No it wasn't! I'm a terrible mother. I'm sorry, it's just, he was so hot, and I was super intoxicated. We're going to go on a second date! Whose place did you stay at, by the way? A boy answered the phone earlier." She asked, her tone dripping with suggestiveness. You could almost see her wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ew, gross, mom! He's just a friend." You said as Chan came back into the room with a plate of waffles, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, darling, whatever you say. Although I'm certainly not opposed to you getting laid, it was long overdue anyw-"

"Haha okay, bye mom!" You cut the call, shuddering as Chan giggled, passing you the plate.

"Just a friend? Do friends kiss each other the way we did last night?"

"Shut up." You smiled, digging into your waffles.

***

You watched Chan's car leave as he left for the airport, standing there until he became a speck in the distance before turning around to enter your house.

You found your mom sitting on the couch...but this time, she wasn't passed out with drool running down her chin and clutching a bottle of beer- she was sitting with an odd sense of poise, wearing a pretty summer dress and a huge smile.

"Y/n! You're home! How was your night?" She grinned, winking. You narrowed your eyes, her cheerfulness catching you off guard. Your gaze drifted to the table, on which rested some plates and two empty wine glasses.

"Nowhere near as good as yours." You said pointedly, tearing your gaze away from the table as you moved to go upstairs.

Flopping on your bed, you scrolled through your text messages. Nothing new from Chan. You sighed, reminding yourself that there was probably no Wi-Fi at the airport.

Suddenly your phone dinged with a new text message. Oh. A response to your tutor ad. You'd put it up a long while ago and had honestly forgotten all about it. Well, you definitely needed the extra money. You replied affirmatively to the text and tossed your phone next to you on the mattress.

***

It had been a while since Chan had had dinner with the boys. The conversation was light, and he had missed his friends..however he found himself missing you more, despite having seen you that morning.

"Minho, I don't know how you get away with making out with her in the hallway. I can barely hold hands with my girlfriend without some teacher giving us detention-"

Chan looked up as Felix shoved Changbin's arm, making him stop mid-sentence. Changbin raised an eyebrow, realization dawning on him.

"Ah sorry, Chan. I didn't mean to rub it in."

"Seriously, though." Jisung rolled his eyes. "It's been weeks, and you aren't any closer to getting that book. I hate to say it bro, but I don't think Miyoung would want to be with you even if Minho breaks up with her."

Hyunjin nodded, glancing up from his phone. "I've noticed her and Y/n are really buddying it up. It's girl code not to date your friend's ex."

"Of course, you're the expert on girl code, Hyunjin."

A small squabble broke out and Chan wanted to slither onto the floor and just...stay there. He glared at his plate, deciding he’d had enough.

"Stop it!”

Jisung and Hyunjin stopped talking, staring at Chan in surprise.

"I will get that book soon. I love Miyoung, and I'll make sure she's mine, through any means possible. I don’t care about your opinions, so you guys can just shut the fuck up." He hated lying through his teeth, but there was no way he was going to tell these judgmental burdens he called his friends that he loved you- at least not yet.

Chan relished the silence as he continued eating, trying his best to ignore Minho's burning, inquisitive gaze directed right at him.

***

You sat in bed, clutching your blue book as you tapped your pencil, your head filled with thoughts of Chan. In all your 17 years of life, you'd never known what love felt like...but now you did. And as a result, you were completely consumed with the burning need to tell Chan exactly how you felt.

When you'd moved to this town, you really hadn't expected for it to one day feel like home. But it did, and you were sure it was all because of Chan. His presence somehow made you feel safe, and protected, and you hadn't felt this secure since your dad left you.

You wanted- no, you needed to know if Chan felt the same way about you. You pushed the self-doubt deep inside as you imagined telling him.

You turned red just thinking about it. Fuck it, you were too shy. You'd be a blubbering mess two words in.

Sighing, you looked back down at your book...when an idea struck in your head.

Uncapping your pen with your teeth, you placed the nib on the paper and inhaled, letting all your feelings flow out onto the page. It felt kind of cliché, writing a love letter like this, but you always did have a tendency to over-romanticize everything.

Besides; it was more of a love poem. Gah, was that worse? You hoped to god he wouldn't find it cheesy, especially since you'd bared your heart to him with these words. As you finished, your eyes ran over the last sentence.

"If you feel the same, please meet me behind the tree near the lake, where we had our first conversation, and where I started falling for you."

You shut the book and placed it on your bedside table, flicking the lamp off and rolling over. You nuzzled your pillow, your mind drifting to last night, the memory of Chan's lips and body pressed against yours still fresh.

***

It was a bit early to be having an ice cream date, but neither of you could honestly care less. As soon as you'd woken up in the morning, Chan had texted you to meet him at the ice cream parlour near his house.

"I can't believe you like salted caramel. Its such an old person flavor." He laughed, staring at you fondly.

"Like mint chocolate is any better." You rolled your eyes.

"Fine fine, let's just accept we have different tastes in ice cream."

You smiled. "That I can get on board with."

There was a comfortable silence as the two of you ate. You glanced up from time to time, your heart pounding as you psyched yourself up. Come on, this was the moment. You can do it, Y/n.

"Hey, Chan...?"

"Mm?" He asked, pausing with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

"Uh...are you free tonight?"

"Tonight? Oh, I'm playing soccer with the guys. You could come watch, though."

"Oh no, I have a tutoring appointment in the evening." You muttered.

Chan quirked his eyebrow. "Why'd you ask in the first place, then?"

"Uh, I just wanted to know. I mean-" You groaned, letting out an exasperated sigh. Bending down, you grabbed your bag from the floor and put it on your lap.

Confused, Chan watched as you pulled out your book, the book, swallowing. Slowly, you slid it over to him.

"I...what's this?" Chan asked as nonchalantly as he could, running a hand through his hair.

"It's...kind of my diary. I just-" you inhaled. "Look, I've bookmarked a page. When you go home- and please don't open it before then- read what I've written." You gulped, as Chan didn't make any move to take the book.

"Look, Y/n, I-"

"Please, just take it. Don't ask any questions." You looked down, trying to hide your flushed cheeks, trying to calm the beating of your heart.

Chan sighed, fingers reaching out and slowly curling over the book as he took it into his hands, tucking it into his pocket as you let yourself smile.

"Thank you."

***

Huh. This was definitely not what you'd been expecting. The house was a lot smaller than you'd imagined it to be, especially knowing how much you were charging.

You breathed in and came forward, knocking on the door and waiting. A few minutes later, a young girl opened it.

"Hi! Are you Dea?"

"How do you know that?" She asks, scrunching her nose, her hand gripping the handle tightly. "Mom says not to talk to strangers."

You shook your head quickly before she could close the door. "Sweetheart, I'm your tutor."

"Prove it."

You sighed, straightening and looking past her. "Is your mom here?"

The girl paused for a second before shaking her head, moving to slam the door closed, when a woman showed up from behind the corner.

"Oh good, it's the tutor!" The woman placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, smiling at you. "Come in, Y/n. I've actually got someplace to be, but I'll be back in two hours. I assume you'll be done by then?"

"Yeah, most probably." You smiled and let her take you in, leading you to Dea's bedroom. The girl herself followed cautiously, and you found yourself a little amused.

"Right, this is her desk." The mom ran a hand through her hair, gesturing to the table. She glanced at her watch and swore, shooting you an apologetic glance.

"In sorry Y/n, I've got to get going soon- please focus on her maths, it's really bad. We'll discuss your fees and other logistics when I get back, okay?" She smiled at you, waving at her daughter before hurrying out the door.

You watched her leave, frowning slowly as she walked away. Something was niggling away at the back of your mind. Why did she look so familiar?

Turning back to the girl, you sighed inwardly at her knitted eyebrows and scowl. She was avoiding your stare, fiddling with her pencil and muttering under her breath.

This was going to be tough.

***

Minho sighed, watching Miyoung wave from the bleachers. Fuck, it was like she was physically incapable of giving him some fucking space.

He glanced over to Chan, clad in his uniform as he chugged water from the bottle Felix handed to him. When was this asshole going to get that fucking book? He couldn't stand having to date Miyoung any longer.

As the girl blew him an exaggerated kiss, Minho decided he had had enough. Needing to be alone, he turned around and went to the locker room. Just a moment to breathe, that was all he was asking for.

As Minho entered the cool, air-conditioned locker room, he let out a sigh of relief. He went over to sit one of the benches, planning to rest in solitude for just a few minutes... until he noticed Chan's clothing lying on one.

His shirt and jeans were carelessly strewn on the seat, and Minho narrowed his eyes as a flash of blue caught his eye, almost immediately.

Peeking out from the pocket was a very familiar looking little blue book.

He came closer, slowly pulling the book out and inspecting it. Could it be? The bastard had your book all along? Opening it, he flipped through the pages with a smirk slowly growing on his face. Yup, it was yours.

It was like the gods were smiling down on him, finally.

#chan series #chan smut #chan fluff #chan angst #bang chan angst #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #minho smut #felix fluff #felix angst #minho angst #lee know angst #skz smut #skz fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids angst #skz angst

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Playlist Feels: SHORT SERIES PART 1

Member: stripper LEE JUYEON

Genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers because why the fuck not lmao and it fits the song anyw

A/N: at the point of writing this I WAS TIRED AND SLIGHTLY DRUNK BUT LETS GO. also, NOT part of the GEN Z series, i have racer juyeon in stall for you in gen z ;) also i told V that i was never going to write a stripper au for jy until he goes shirtless or grinds on a prop like kim kai did in artificial love... but when i saw this video, i thought of nothing BUT kim jongin. their styles are pretty similar... not to mention kai had an undercut phase too... conclusion: dana is in a mess and she’s drunk

“i know it hurts to smile but you try to.”

what is a story?

a story has a start, an arc, an ending.

is it pages of cream colored sheets stacked atop one another, word after word after word printed in ink?

is it the lyrics that your neighbour sings in the shower because he associates the beauty of the lyrics with some heartbreak he’s been through, regardless of when he experienced it?

is it the way someone walks in the room and steals everybody’s attention with the sheer amount of confidence and intimidation he was radiating?

so, what is a story?

ups-and-downs. friendship. love. heartbreak. faults.

‘it was my fault, and it always will be.’

god wouldn’t have allowed you to forget that face even if you were dead, even if you had your skull cracked open and your brain was being eaten out in bits like Hannibal Lecter savouring the flesh of his victim.

it feels like a witch’s long, untamed nails were being dragged across your skin, and she was breathing down your ear, whispering secrets of potions and words to curses like they were part of a song.

he who is inked in your heart made of stone will never be removed.

blood that runs thick in the color of love forbids a stake foretold.

bones crumble to dust like fine sand in the wind,

for you will never forget that you have sinned.

the scars on your heart slowly tears apart like a wound that never healed, and every step he makes on the space makes you wish that he was stepping on your soul instead.

not because you were sexually frustrated, but because you deserved it.

“y/n, lighten up! we’re here to have fun, not watch your mopey ass sulk!”

“yeah, you’ve been so stressed lately, don’t you think it’s time to loosen up?”

“for the record,” the music starts to thump in your stomach and the lights dim into a dark shade of red. “i didn’t want to come to a strip club.”

blood has covered the light, for his soul cries over your misdoings.

“ugh, you’re such a party pooper,” she huffs, visibly frustrated when her forehead creases into lines under her makeup.

the memory of you aggressively avoiding being dragged to a strip club rings in your ears like a fire alarm. sometimes, you would’ve loved nothing more besides throw a chair when she acts like that; making it seem like you wanted to do something when you’ve clearly stated you didn’t.

unfortunately, you were used to her shitty little habit.

coercion sprints itself across your arm when she suddenly grabs it, violently shaking you when the music starts.

dread washes over you like wildfire when he starts to move, and he suddenly becomes one with the music.

the whiteness of his skin grabs you by the neck and sticks an ice-cold popsicle down your throat. you could still taste the sourness of the lemon flavoured one he would always give you, even though he liked it too.

the shiny, glittery, loose clothes hanging around his physical existence freezes your muscles the way medusa could turn people into stone. the hairs on your arms stand when you remember how small you looked in his clothes.

and his eyes. they hold a dagger at your heart, tip already sinking into the skin on your chest.

black, sticky, dense tears flood out every hole of your soul’s mouth.

it takes a massive amount of effort to keep every dollop of excruciatingly painful memories to yourself, for you would’ve thrown up your dinner if you didn’t invest that kind of effort.

in your head, you were a demon coated in tears and smudged ink.

stuck in time like a statue, your eyes were hollow and your voice was no longer.

red, the color of blood mixed with poison was spewing out every hole from your face, your knees hitting the ground where the a bed of thorns were laid out carelessly.

the same way you laid out the bed of roses for him, only to become his thorns.

the start of the story began when you first locked eyes with him first in the neighbourhood library near your school.

you never really liked studying in school, not when there were always noisy kids tossing a ball around or someone loudly crunching on chips next to you.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice that he’s been watching you, resulting in you warily turning around to look behind you to see if he was looking at someone else.

a soft chime in the hall pulls your attention to the old clock hanging above the entrance of the library, and an announcement rings through the PA system.

“dear visitors, the time now is 11pm. kindly exit the library and dispose of any litter you may have with you. we hope you’ve enjoyed your time here and we hope to see you soon.”

it was exactly because it was so late, that there was nobody left in the library.

carefully, you return your attention back to him, music still playing softly in your earpieces.

his eyes were glued to his books as he clears them off the table, and you remain seated, taking your time to pack your things as well.

you were hoping he doesn’t come over, so naturally, you panic when he does.

feigning the mindless scrolling on your phone doesn’t do much when he presses his palm flat on to the surface of the table, robbing you of an option to ignore him.

well, you could, but you recognise him.

how could anybody not recognise him?

his eyes meet yours and intimidation fills you like you were drowning, but he suddenly squats with the support of his hand gripping onto the edge of the table, eyes darting away.

a frown finds itself on your face and you watch cautiously when he stands up again, placing a pen and a candy wrapper on the table before you.

“planning on hiding in the bathroom and staying overnight?”

“i... uh-- no...”

“okay,” releasing the edge of the table, he grips the two straps over his shoulders by the sides of his chest and nods towards the exit. “time to go then.”

lee juyeon had always been a rather mysterious character in school. he was two years your senior but it wasn’t surprising to know that he was friends with three of your classmates, one of them being your closest friends.

when he wasn’t smiling, he looked like he could kill someone; drive a knife through their faces and not feel a pinch of guilt.

but when he does, it’s like setting off a billion firecrackers at once.

and by firecrackers, you mean the girls in school swooning over him.

if you had to choose a word to describe the way you looked at him, it had to be ‘indifferent’. you couldn’t deny that he was a great painting to look at and pretend ‘ugliness’ wasn’t a thing, but you’ve never really bothered to invest your emotions on anybody you deemed too far to reach.

so when he offers to walk you back to your place because of how late it was, it surprises you.

“why do you study in the community library and not the school library? i thought i’d see you with sunwoo or eric or hyunjun in school.”

“uh... i stay for awhile just to watch them mess around until they lose their stamina... the school library is filled with idiots who eat and make a fool of themselves which make it not-conducive... so i thought the community library is a better idea. besides, the school library closes at 7pm.”

“ah,” he laughs, and you could hear the swooning in the back of your head. “why am i not surprised?”

silence.

the awkward atmosphere was killing you, and it was difficult to swallow the fact that you could not think of anything to say.

luckily, you stay just about a ten minute walk from the library, so juyeon walks right past your residence without noticing you’ve stopped.

“uh-- juyeon...”

“huh? oh,” he halts in his tracks and turns around, sheepishly taking large steps back to you.

“thank you for walking me back.”

“it’s alright.”

silence, again.

“...goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

you purse your lips and offer him a polite smile, slightly surprised that he knows your name.

then again, he knows three of your classmates, and you were good friends with hyunjun.

he doesn’t leave until the lift takes you away from the lobby, the view of him waving to you with his unwaxed, tousled hair makes you smile to yourself once out of sight.

the arc of the story comes when you start to find candy under your desk a few weeks later.

you had stopped visiting the library because you were cooped up at home working on projects you needing your laptop for.

the sugar left on your desk seemed to be some kind of coaxing to get you to go back to the library.

the candy on the desk was the same one that you ate at the library, the one with the wrapper that juyeon picked up--

“hyunjun,” you call out to the boy who was passed out on the table, walking towards him.

“go away, i want to sleep--”

“you’ll sleep in class anyway,” grabbing his shoulders, it takes you some effort to peel him off the desk and make him sit upright. “you know who left this and i want to know who.”

hyunjun looks at you with bloodshot eyes, brows furrowing as he messes up his own hair.

“you sound like you already know who, so why do i need to bother telling you?”

the plastic of the candy wrapper crinkles in your hold as hyunjun’s head meets the table again.

again, it doesn’t take long for you to find out that juyeon might have a crush on you, and neither does it take long for you to reciprocate.

being with juyeon was like sitting on a car and going on a long road trip.

not many bumps, not many surprises, frankly, you were more than happy he was such an easy man to be with.

when juyeon graduates, he gets admitted into a performing arts academy in another city, leaving you in school where you still had to wear school uniform and wake up even before the sun rose.

but he makes an effort to come back to visit you, knowing that he was the older one with more freedom.

this long road trip, however, turns into a rollercoaster without warning, without your realisation.

the institute you enroll yourself into after graduation was located further away from the academy than your old school, but juyeon promises that he’d be with you whenever you could, and you promised the same.

distance becomes the first problem, when you realise how taxing it is to spend two hours travelling across the country to see him, and spend more time sitting on a bus or a train than actually being with him.

it starts to wear you away at the edges, fire burning the corners of ivory sheets with mandarin colored flames and leaving ashes the shade of coal on the floor.

then when juyeon was in his final year and you were halfway through your four year course, it was almost like he vanishes off the face of earth.

it worried you at first, that it felt like he was treating this four year relationship like he mattress he could fall back on anytime he wanted to.

you didn’t blame him, but it stings in the wounds that draw on your heart after a considerable amount of time.

was this what a long-distance-relationship encapsulated? how do couples who don’t even stay in the same country get through it?

you miss his scent, his arms around you, the way he smiles at you whenever you say something stupid or when he doesn’t get a joke and you had to explain it to him.

it feels like he has forgotten you, and it rips you apart that you knew why, that you understand he has his own responsibilities as a student in a prestigious performing arts academy.

but you can’t help but to think: if i could find time that i wanted to provide him, then why couldn’t he?

there was an expectation, and he didn’t meet it. naturally, it becomes a parasite in your love for juyeon. not only had you not seen him in months, his replies begin to spread out across days.

he doesn’t reply until more than 24 hours later, and even when he does, they are short. they are dry.

you start to wonder why he was being so irresponsible with a relationship, especially one that he initiated four years ago. your thoughts start to run wild in your head, and you worry if he had just been playing with you the entire time, and now he was probably kissing someone else in some dance studio in another city.

no, juyeon would never.

then the day came that he appears on social media after a long time. the light that filled you was so intense that you smiled just by noticing he’s finally not dead.

yet, you would’ve much preferred death over seeing another girl on his social media.

he didn’t have the time to respond to you, but he has the time to go out with another girl?

you leave him a text, trying to keep your cool and convince yourself that she was just a friend, and that he’d reply you as soon as possible if he knew you were feeling upset about him spending time with another girl.

hurt converts itself into something physical when he doesn’t reply.

one day passes, then two.

and soon, the whole week flies past.

calls don’t get through, much less messages.

just what was he doing?

you worry and wonder that he no longer loved you and he was merely running from you in hopes you’d leave him alone.

where had you gone wrong? were you a bad partner?

your grades started to take a toll, and memories of juyeon started to clog up in your head as if you weren’t already trying to tear your heart out of your chest.

juyeon no longer loves you.

he’s just having the time of his life in another city, with another girl, probably kissing her in the dance studio and running his hands all over her.

the mere thought kills you, so being able to actually imagine it in your head peels your skin off your body, leaving you in a wrecked mess on the floor with tissues used to wipe your tears.

then, sangyeon came along.

the fresh graduate was flustered when he sees a second-year student fallen apart in a tutorial room on his trips back to the university. but he recognises you from a branching out event you attended a month ago.

it lasted two weeks, and sangyeon was your teammate as a senior, so he was more than aware of your life and existence.

sang yeon stays a safe distance away from you while you try with way too much effort to calm your sobs down.

it’s not a surprise when it fails though, and you break down even harder with the force of someone beating you up

sangyeon doesn’t hesitate to scoot over to your side and pull you into his arms.

it was tricky, trying to recall what exactly you told him. your eyes were swollen and your face must’ve looked like a plum while your tears stained his shirt.

having someone’s shoulder to cry on was so comforting. it fills a gaping hole in your chest that shouldn’t be there in the first place.

sangyeon’s voice runs through your head like honey, honey that soothes the scalding burns juyeon left on your skin.

you knew it was dangerous, and there was a thin line to cross if you chose to let sangyeon through the doors of your heart.

most your friends weren’t truly aware of the status of the relationship, thus telling sangyeon everything at one go combusts you even further.

the urge to have someone’s skin pressed against yours, promising you that you were safe whenever they were around becomes painful to reject.

you will never forget the look in sangyeon’s eyes when you kiss him mid-sentence.

sangyeon tastes exactly his voice sounded, sweet and soft. his eyes were wide open the second you ram your lips into his.

his reluctance slips across your arm, feeling a small amount of force being applies to your elbow when he realises what was happening.

but that pressure softens, and he lets you treat him like juyeon, in attempt to cure your own broken heart.

you will make the biggest mistake you will ever make in your life that night, and that was letting yourself pretend sangyeon was juyeon.

not only were you the one who initiated the kiss in attempt to redeem the lack of affection you were none but craving, you chose to pretend juyeon was the one who spent the night leaving fluttering kisses all over your skin. to whisper words of comfort into your ears and kiss your tears away.

when you wake up and see a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be in such close proximity to yours, it feels like a sword has been driven through your stomach.

then you hear hell knocking on your door, but he sounds like love and missing.

it is a crack, then a rip and a complete separation of your body into two when juyeon realises the door of your dorm room is not locked, and he has that bright smile on his face when he walks into the room, thinking you were asleep.

everything happens under a minute, and sangyeon wasn’t even fully awake by the time juyeon was in the room, seeing you in bed with another man.

the memory of a fight the magnitude of tremendous proportions etches itself in your brain like a parasite.

juyeon literally hurls sangyeon out the door, the only piece of clothing on him being his underwear.

there was an effort to stop juyeon, because you knew it for yourself that it was not sangyeon’s fault.

it was yours, and it always will be.

juyeon has the man’s clothes thrown out the door and he slams it shut in his face before you could say anything to sangyeon, locking both himself and you in the room.

have you ever seen the eyes of someone who has absolutely no clue what he did wrong?

they are broken, confused, hurt, angry. juyeon’s were coveted with a layer of tears just seconds away from billowing over his lower lids when he sees that your face was reddening from shame as well.

there was a heavy silence that could’ve killed you, and you wished it did.

“are you waiting for me to ask--”

“no.”

“so what’s your explanation?”

you dump yourself on the edge of your bed, fingers pressing into your temples. if you pressed hard enough, maybe you could drill your fingers into your skull and rip out your brain.

“y/n.”

why did your own name sound so threatening when it comes from his lips?

“why did you do it? the fact that we were saving it so we could be each other’s first after marriage but you go ahead and do it with someone else--”

“oh, is that the only thing you care about? sex?”

“no, that’s not what i meant--”

“i thought you’d be pissed off over the fact that i have another guy in the picture regardless of our relationship--”

“which is exactly what i’m asking right now!”

the skin on your forehead gets pulled back when your palms hold back your hair. being interrogated by juyeon in just a bra and home shorts felt so humiliating, so degrading, but you can’t help but to have that pang of hatred for juyeon.

he was the one who incited this. all you did was react in a way disproportionate to your feelings.

“why’d you do it, y/n?”

his voice is shaky, and you were terrified to look up at him because you knew he was already crying.

it shatters your heart; you were angry.

with him.

with yourself.

his feet shuffles against the floor and he kneels before you, eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of remorse. his hands wrap around yours but you pull away with resentment, and you can’t help but to feel like he was guilt tripping you into apologising.

it was my fault, but he incited it.

“y/n--”

“stop, don’t touch me--”

“tell me what’s wrong, we’ll figure i--”

“tell you ‘what’s wrong’?” it takes alot of courage to shove him off and you lose sight of what was fuelling your emotions. “i’ll tell you what’s wrong, lee juyeon.”

he is shocked and you could almost hear something crack when he hears his name come off your tongue like you were regurgitating poison.

“you disappear off the face of earth for god knows how long and then when you finally show up again, it’s with another girl?”

it takes you awhile to notice you were now standing, and he was leaning back with his palms flat on the floor behind him.

tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes and you know it was solely from the fact that he’s caught you red-handed but you weren’t showing signs of regret or remorse.

it eats you that he thinks this is not his fault.

“look me in the eye and tell me confidently that you’ve been a responsible partner.”

gut-wrenching surprise writes itself across his face when the demand leaves your lips like venom.

your eyes finally give in, hiccups starting to form in the back of your throat when the still silence gives you some kind of hint that this relationship was as good as gone.

“i wait for you to reply for three days, sometimes more, and all you do is say ‘okay’ or ‘alright’ or ‘nah’-- how am i supposed to be convinced you are invested in this relationship? i haven’t seen you in like, what? four months?! not a proper text, no proper calls, you don’t bother to visit me though you know i can’t because of my work--”

the breathlessness in your chest is a cage with loosened screws and nails, an angry, uncontrollable beast inside waiting to lash out and give juyeon a tight slap across the face.

“ask yourself, lee juyeon,” the sobs become one with the hiccups, and droplets of agonising reality falls off the point of your chin. “who was that girl and why did you not bother to text me back? call me?”

his face falls as if he wasn’t already in a million pieces. the silence feels like a dozen paper cuts on your fingers and your lips cracking in the cold. it sounds like a the car on a roadtrip screeching to a violent stop, and it hurls both of you through the windshield.

your soul is bleeding when you see a muscle in his face twitch, because you now know he is as guilty as you are, even if he didn’t sleep with her.

heartbreak forms a hand on the crown of your head and pushes you to nod. the tears along your jawline get wiped away with the back of your hand, the mucus running down your philtrum is a mess on your bare chest and your face is not recovered from the excessive crying in the last twelve hours.

juyeon is quiet, but screaming in pain through his eyes.

the weight of how broken the both of you were slams down on both your shoulders without warning, and you find enough energy to gulp and clear your throat.

“get out.”

the scene looks like a freeze-frame, and you shake your head at the sight of his unwillingness.

“get out, juyeon.”

it feels like a knife is being dragged across your throat when you say the last words you thought you’d ever say to him.

“we are through.”

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PART 2

#lee juyeon #juyeon #the boyz #the boyz juyeon #juyeon smut #juyeon fanfic #the boyz smut #the boyz fanfic #the boyz angst #angst

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asspinkie · 4 years

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zukka/wuko hc

okay so hc/fic idea:

-> zuko helps wu come to terms with him being in love with mako and also shares with him the letters that he and sokka sent each other while they were falling in love

-> after wu reads the letters, zuko makes him write one to mako, confessing how he feels

-> 100% would be titled “when the stars come out at night (do you think of me?)” or something in that vein

-> i started writing it (under the cut) but will i finish? unlikely

Zuko was the last person Wu had expected. He never in a million years would have thought Fire Lord Izumi would send her relic of a father to be the Ambassador to the Earth Kingdom. Iroh? Maybe. But Lord Zuko, hero of the hundred-year war, previous Fire Lord and ridiculously old man? Never. And Wu really couldn’t decide if he was honored or peeved; he did, after all, have to deal with someone so antiquated that he probably still thought satomobiles were a novelty.

Sighing heavily through his nose, Wu set down the letter from Izumi, pacing one of his many offices. “I can’t believe-” he started, looking back at Mako. Except Mako wasn’t there. Mako was back in Republic city, with his shiny new promotion to detective, leaving Wu to suffer alone. Instead, there was a dai-li agent guarding his door.

“Yes, your majesty?” she inquired.

“Nothing. The embassy from the Fire Nation arrives in three days. Have rooms prepared,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. The dai-li agent dipped her head and slipped out of the room. With a dramatic groan, Wu flopped onto the couch in the middle of the room, mentally exhausted.

He had spent the last few months trying to pick up the pieces of the Earth Nation that Kuvira had so rudely left behind; he’d formed alliances with the other nations, quelled uprisings and even dealt with the wrenching absence of his best friend.

Mako. The one thing he couldn’t get off his mind, couldn’t file away, couldn’t defer responsibility to someone else. Apparently, at least according to Lin, Mako had specifically requested to leave Ba Sing Se. After everything they’d been through Mako had just left, to be a detective. What about being a detective was better than being a part of the Earth King’s personal entourage? Wu couldn’t think of a single thing.

---

Apparently, Zuko was incredibly skilled at messing with Wu’s expectations. He wasn’t a crotchety old man with an over-inflated sense of self. No, he was chill. Their first meeting might have been awkward if the old man hadn’t immediately said “I’m too tired for niceties” and whipped out a pai sho game board.

Wu gaped at him. “What- where did you just get that from?”

Zuko chuckled. “I figured our time would be better spent getting to know one another over a game and tea, rather than discussing the terms of your abdication and what it means for an alliance.” He tugged at his collar. “These formalities are so overplayed.”

Wu wasn’t sure how to react. This man, who had helped the last avatar take down the tyrannical rule of the fire nation, who used to lead the fire nation, wanted to play pai sho. Wu supposed he couldn’t really say no.

---

And so it became their tradition. Once a month, when Zuko was visiting to discuss economical treatises and trade routes, cultural events and immigration, they played pai sho. At first, it was quiet. Wu wasn’t quite sure what to say to Zuko; he was in such a different league that no topics seemed like common ground. But slowly, Zuko’s snarky comments and Wu’s huffs of laughter turned into lively conversations.

“You know,” Zuko started, one sunny afternoon, while they were playing a game in Wu’s personal garden, trying to avoid dignitaries. “I’m always surprised when I visit, that you have still not been married. I’m sure you’re drowning in suitors. I know I was when I was crowned.”

Wu gagged on his tea. “I’ve just been so busy, you know, with reconstructing the Earth Kingdom,” he fumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Besides, who needs love?”

Zuko wheezed at this. “I’ve seen the way you gaze forlornly out the window when I’m taking time considering a move. And how, when you say something you think is funny, you look over your shoulder, even though there’s no one there.” He picked up a white dragon piece, flipping it between his thin fingers. Leaning in, across the board, he flicked the piece into Wu’s face.

“Ow, what was that for?” Wu yelped, rubbing the red spot on his forehead.

“Aren’t you going to tell me who it is?”

A blush crept into Wu’s cheeks. “I’m not in love with anyone,” he responded, swatting Zuko’s hand out of his face. “I couldn’t be anyw- Mako is a guy.”

The corner of Zuko’s mouth flicked up as he sat back. “Who said you can’t date a guy?”

“Who said I can?”

Zuko looked at him. “You know, we had laws against it in the fire nation. Sixty years ago. That’s all outdated now; it doesn’t matter who you fall in love with, we’re all just souls, aren’t we?” He was fiddling with the white dragon piece again and giving Wu a concentrated look. “I myself was married to another man.”

Wu tried to stop his eyes from bugging out but his dumb face, over which he had no control evidently, had morphed into shock. “I thought you were married to Mai? Izumi’s mother?”

Zuko shook his head. “Wow, you are way behind on gossip, Wu. Listen, I saved some letters Councilman Sokka and I sent each other when we were young. Would you like me to bring them to you?”

Wu felt his eyes widen even more. “Councilman Sokka?!”

“Did you learn nothing of the fire nation's affairs in your education? This is all common knowledge.”

“No, I wasn’t taught gossip,” Wu sputtered in response.

“I forget how sheltered you Earth Kingdom royals are. I remember when the saying ‘there is no war in Ba Sing Se’ circulated the city. In any case. . . “ Zuko sighed. “Would you like the letters?”

#this could be SO good if i had the motivation #instead i write shrek aus #wuko shrek au #wuko #zukka #since this is more than one shot material i probably will not finish it #because im like that #that tm #no mai is not just a plot device in this for izumi to be born #in fact if i ever did write this #she would be leaving zuko to marry ty lee #and zuko would be really upset #but he'd be able to move past it #gray

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years

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Feeling invisible

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Descriptions: (Y/n) is feeling kind of invisible, which is making her kind of depressed. She insists that it’s nothing, how she’s feeling isn’t important, it doesn’t matter... but Bucky is determined to change her mind.

Types: Smut, comfort

Warnings: talk of depression feelings.

Words: 4124

A/n- well, I was feeling really depressed a while ago, and so I started doing the only thing that I could think of to make myself feel better... Writing a comfort smut! So here you go!

Masterlist

Story!

(Y/n) sat on the end cushion of the couch, elbow on the arm, hand supporting her chin.

Bucky walked into the room from the kitchen, a towel over his shoulder, sports bottle in one hand, the other ruffling his almost dry hair.

He saw (Y/n) sitting on the couch, her face toward the TV, but her eyes glazed and distant. There was a sparkle in her eye, but it wasn't the one of hope and good feelings he usually saw there; it was one of gloomy bleakness, tears, maring her beautiful face.

He didn’t like it.

His footsteps hesitated, then turned toward the couch, until he was at the other end. He saw her legs tucked up on the couch, feet between them, making it impossible to actually sit next to her. His brow crinkled as he took it in, then sat on the opposite end of the couch. It’s not like she’d want him to be so close to her anyway, not him, the ex Winter Soldier…

“Hey,” he said, his gruff voice soft. “Hey, (Y/n),” he tried again, a little louder, but she still didn’t react. It took two more tries and patting her sock covered foot for her to notice him.

“Oh, hi, Bucky,” she greeted, her face instantly trying to hide her feelings, but her sweet smile didn’t hide the pain in her eyes.

Bucky’s heart lurched and his jaw clenched before he could unclench it.

“You- do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Talk about what?” (Y/n) asked, either playing stupid, or truly thinking that she was fooling him. But Bucky was no fool.

“Whatever is happening,” he told her, “whatever is making you feel like this.”

(Y/n)’s smile wavered, and the tears hovering at her bottom lids before she flashed a small smile, gave a soft snort, and turned back to the tv.

“(Y/n),” his voice was serious, though still soft. “Doll- sorry, you, uh, don’t mind me calling you doll, do you?” He asked sheepishly.

“No,” she murmured, and he’d swear there was a blush on her cheeks.

“Then please, doll? I’m here, you can tell me what’s going on,” he offered, leaning a little closer.

“It’s nothing,” she told him with a dismissive shrug, her eyes not leaving the tv.

The frown and pinched brow on Bucky’s face deepened. “Ya know… When Steve and I were young, in the depression, a lot of life was pretending that everything was ok.” The corner of her lips quirked up and a soft huff of a chuckle left her. “We all pretended like we didn’t know life wasn’t as good as others said it was, let it go to be polite. So I can see through all the bullshit. And you’re not very good at giving it out,” he told her.

(Y/n)’s head jerked to him, her eyes meeting his, her face staying blank as her heart jumped in her chest.

“So,” Bucky took a chance and scooted a couple of inches toward her, still almost the whole couch away. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I mean that it’s nothing that should be a problem. Just stupid stuff,” she told him.

“Like what?” He asked.

She turned away again, and he saw her lips twitch as she fought the tears trying to push at her.

Bucky scooted another couple of inches closer, making sure to still be at least half of the couch away, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. “Doll, you know… it doesn’t matter what we, or anyone else, think should or shouldn’t be a problem. If it’s making you feel bad, then it’s a problem. So… Are you going to tell me?” (Y/n) still hesitated. “It’ll make you feel better.”

She looked over at him, something that looked like desperation, or maybe need showing in her eyes.

“C’mon, doll, you can tell me anything, no judgment.”

(Y/n) let out a sigh and closed her eyes, and Bucky understood; sometimes it was easier to talk about things when you could close your eyes and pretend that the world wasn’t there. “I… I’m just feeling really insignificant.”

Bucky let out a confused noise and his face showed his lack of understanding.

“See?” (Y/n) demanded a bit roughly. “It’s stupid. You think it’s stupid. I’m so stupid...”

“No, doll,” Bucky quickly put in. “You’re not stupid, and feeling that way isn’t nothing, I’m- just a bit confused… You’re a hero…”

(Y/n) shrugged. “That doesn’t matter on a personal level. Ooo, my job is to work with the Avengers," she mocked. "As a person, I’m invisible.”

Bucky felt his head slightly shaking in disagreement. “What brought this on, doll?”

(Y/n) just made dismissive movements with her body and head. “It’s-”

“It’s not stupid, doll,” Bucky interrupted. “It’s not stupid. Just tell me.”

“I-” (Y/n) let out a big breath, then took another. “I have these social media accounts…” She looked over at Bucky to make sure he was following, to see him nodding in recognition. “So, it’s like groups of people that I talk to-”

“I know what social media is,” Bucky chuckled.

“I-” she blushed, “I just meant that there are smaller groups made from people of the bigger groups, that I’m a part of, that I was invited to, actually.” Bucky nodded again. “I- I honestly don’t know why I was invited. I was minding my own business, and got an invite, and from there, I was invited to another place. Friendly places, with a lot of the same people. And, it was nice, talking to all these people, being friendly when it’s just me, and not everyone just excited to talk to anyone associated with the Avengers…”

Bucky nodded again, scooting closer. Only half the couch was between them, but it still felt like an ocean to him.

“So we talked, and talked, I was asked to hang out and participate in games and stuff… but, recently, I’ve been… I’ve been being ignored more and more. Not- not like they’re being jerks and ganging up against me, I don’t think, just… I make comments or posts, and no one comments, and I swear they don’t look at them. One of the other girls has a pretty face, she puts a pic up, a couple hours later no one has been on to comment, I post something that is funny or cute, all of a sudden, comments on the other girl’s pic. My post is ignored and no one acknowledges it.”

Bucky reached out, laying his hand on the cushion, close to her. “That’s… Some people are just invested in one thing… But on the other places-?”

“It’s the same,” (Y/n) told him. “I ask someone something or comment on their comments, no reply or acknowledgment. No hi, even.”

“Is it something like them being in the middle of an argument?”

She shook her head. “No, things like, ‘this is a really good movie!’ ‘Oh, thanks, I’m glad you told me!’ ‘You should watch it soon!’ ‘Oh, I’ve wanted to watch that movie. Good to know it’s good.’ ‘You definitely should!’ And then I’ll put something like, ‘I’ve been excited to watch that, too! I’ve heard it’s like this other movie. Do you think so?’ And they will continue to talk to each other, and make no comment on my question. I'll post a funny meme, nothing, someone posts after me, all the reactions and comments. They really just… Ignore me."

"But you were invited?" Bucky asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. I didn't even know this place existed, but then I was sent an invite."

Bucky's lip slipped from his teeth. "Then it's obvious that they wanted you there, and they probably didn't ask you just to ignore you…"

(Y/n) shrugged. "I don't know. It doesn't matter, anyw-"

"Doll, it does. Your feelings matter," he told her, feeling like the nervousness that usually plagued him when he tried to talk to her had disappeared, making it suddenly so much easier.

A door closed loudly in the next room, and it seemed to signal (Y/n) to get up and head away to her room. Irritation dug at Bucky's stomach as he watched her disappearing through the doorway just as Sam entered the room.

A soft irritated noise grew in his throat, and he returned Sam's head nod of acknowledgement as he passed.

Bucky sighed and turned back to the TV, bemoaning the loss of chance when he was making such progress. After a moment, though, he ordered the electronics off and stood, going down the hall and passing (Y/n)'s door on the way to his own.

Bucky paused, turning back to the door, the pinch of his brow showing his internal struggle. He glanced toward his door, then turned fully and stepped to (Y/n)'s.

He knocked on the door and it opened a moment later, letting the sounds of her music drift into the hall.

"Hi again," she greeted with a forced, weak smile.

He didn't return the smile, seeing the pink around her eyes and feeling his heart squeeze. He instead reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand.

Bucky stepped closer and the clean showered, after gym smell of him filled her stuffy nose, seeming to loosen up the stuffiness with his spicy scent.

She looked up from his tank top clad chest into his eyes, the pools of blue capturing her and making her forget what she'd been doing before.

"Doll," his gruff voice murmured, his thumb slowly circling over her cheekbone.

(Y/n) hummed softly in question, and stepped back into her room as his hand seemed to direct her.

"Doll, I don't like seeing that sad look on your face… I'd do anything to get rid of it…" His voice grew softer with each word he spoke, his face getting closer to hers.

"Anything…?" She breathed, her heart speeding against her ribs.

"Yeah, doll," he agreed, his breath brushing over her chin, "anything…"

A tiny, sharp gasp managed to make its way into her lungs just before his lips met hers.

A weak moan sounded in (Y/n)'s throat signaling her level of need and spurred Bucky into action. One hand went to cradle her head as his body directed her towards the wall through their connected lips, and his other closed the door.

(Y/n) felt his hot body pressing against hers, and the electricity that it sent all the way through to her bones, but wasn’t aware of much more than where their bodies were connected.

Somehow, Bucky maneuvered them through the obstacles of her room and got them to her bed, his free hand roving up and down the side of her until it wrapped around the back of her thigh and lifted to pick her up and lay her on the bed.

(Y/n) gasped for breath, looking up into Bucky’s eyes as he pulled back to adjust himself over her.

“S-sorry, doll,” he said as their eyes met, moving to get up. “I didn’t mean ta-”

“No,” she told him, her hand grabbing for him and finding a hold around the strap of his tank top. “No, don’t- u-unless you…” Uncertainty filled her belly. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to kiss her, but had just been swept away by the moment…?

“Ya kiddin’ doll?" He asked incredulously, the hand of the arm he wasn’t leaning on gesturing to himself. “I’m about ta rip a hole in my pants! What would make ya think I didn’t want to?” He asked, a charming half smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“N- I just-” She stuttered, trying to say something that wouldn’t reveal what she’d been thinking.

The quirk on his lips fell, his eyes dropping from hers as he realized what had been going through her mind before looking back up to meet them again. “Well, doll,” he started, his lips quirking again, “any man would be lucky ta get this close to you…” His words trailed off as his lips brushed against hers, the tip of his nose bumping hers as he teased her, his warm breath brushing over her until he finally kissed her.

(Y/n) felt the electricity start to tingle in her nerves again, building her up to a gasping mess when he parted her lips and their tongues began to tangle. Her hips arched to rub against him as his hand slid down her and slipped under the edge of her shirt, smoothing over her belly and around her side, catching and tugging the band of her pants before moving to squeeze her ass and pull her warmth against where his stiff cock was straining against his pants.

A needy whine snuck from her throat as his stiffness rubbed her swollen lips through their clothes, and she could feel herself getting wetter, her whole body getting needier.

A low growl rumbled in Bucky's throat, and he pulled his lips from hers, dragging them over her skin as he made his way to her throat, nipping and kissing as he went. His hand slid up under her shirt and began massaging her breast, fingers searching out her nipple.

"Take this off, doll," he murmured against her neck as he tugged at her bra.

His passion darkened voice sent tingles through her, straight to the tips of her nipples, it felt like.

(Y/n) dragged her hands from him, reaching behind her under her shirt and unhooking her bra, using the move it seemed all women learned to get their bra off without taking their shirts off.

Bucky licked his lips as he watched the contraption being tossed away. "Fuckin' magic trick," he mumbled before turning back to her, his hand pushing her shirt up to her collarbone to bare her breasts and groaned. "God, you're fuckin' gorgeous, doll," he told her as he ducked and took one breast with his mouth and his hand took over the other.

(Y/n) could feel the way his tongue swirled and moved over her nipple, his teeth plucking at the tip as his fingers mimicked the motion on the other. She gasped as a burst of cold air hit the wet spot as he switched nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it while his breath warmed her.

She tried to say his name, wanting him to know she liked what he was doing, but it came out as a whimper, making a noise between a groan and a grunt leave him in response.

Bucky started drifting down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles as he made his way down to the band of her pants. "Let's get these offa you, huh doll?" He said as he pulled her pants and panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. He looked up to see her biting her lip and breathing hard, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky grin.

Bucky tucked his hair behind his ears and kept eye contact as he turned his head and nipped her calf, grin widening as he watched her reaction. He turned and nipped her other calf, then went back to the first, his eyes drifting closed as he kissed his way up her thigh and nuzzled her pussy.

His eyes met hers again, and his lips dragged up her pussy as he lifted his head to ask, "you ok with this, doll? You ok with me doin' this?" She looked at him in confusion, her teeth tightening on her lip. "Your wants and thoughts matter, doll. I wanna make sure it's ok with you."

(Y/n) nodded and Bucky gave her his charming smirk.

He licked his lips as he looked down and murmured, "you smell amazing, doll," before burying his face between her thighs.

(Y/n) felt his tongue move over her lips, his arms wrapping around her thighs and parting her so his tongue touched the already tender bud of her clit.

She gasped and her hips arched to him, following his tongue as it slipped up over her around the bud and back down to press against her opening, dipping in and circling and trailing back up to flick over her clit.

Bucky's hands squeezed her hips, kneading the flesh as he devoured her, making her squirm and pant, silently begging with each arch of her hips.

Bucky groaned against her and pulled her clit between his lips, gently sucking and licking it until he felt her jerking, her cries drifting down to his ears as she came. He slipped one hand around and let it trail down around the back of her thigh to send two fingers into her throbbing pussy.

(Y/n)'s movements got more jagged and disconnected as he grew rougher, holding her hips down and shoving his fingers in and out, making her noises get louder and louder, thankfully still a little disguised by the music still pouring from the speakers.

By the time (Y/n) caught her breath, Bucky was already kissing his way back over her breasts, his tongue stretching out to flick over one nipple.

"That's a much better expression for your beautiful face to hold, doll," he told her, a grin growing over his lips as he moved up to kiss her.

Their tongues tangled for a moment before Bucky pulled back enough to toss off his shirt, and (Y/n)'s hands went to smooth over his chest. He groaned at the hungry look in her eyes and immediately returned to her mouth.

Bucky gave her thighs a squeeze as he pulled them around his waist, pressing against her sensitive pussy and rocked his hips.

A whine left her throat and Bucky felt a groan rumble in his chest. He took his lips from hers, leaving open mouth kisses along her jaw.

"Fuck, doll, that perfect little pussy feels so-" He groaned and pressed against her again to fill in the end of the sentence.

(Y/n) pressed back against him, her thighs tightening around his waist.

Bucky trailed his open mouth kisses down her throat, leaning his hips back to be able to slide his pants down them, and felt himself spring up, bobbing and overcoming being caught on the band.

"You ready, sweetheart?" He asked as his hands took hold of her ass.

(Y/n) managed out a needy affirmative, "uh-huh."

Bucky licked his lips and pushed in, his hands tightening as he pulled her hips closer.

His brows met, eyes closed, trying to keep himself going slowly, until he finally bottomed out with a gasped, "fuck…"

(Y/n) was panting, one hand on his arm, the other flopped somewhere around her head, clutching at something.

He gave her a minute to catch her breath, and to catch his own, before starting to shift, slowly moving his hips.

(Y/n) moaned as he started slowly pushing in and out, his hips gently bumping against hers.

Bucky’s head lowered, his lips meeting hers, tongues circling and rubbing over each other as he pumped in and out and she arched to meet him.

After a few moments, he pulled away with a groan. “Ah- oh god,” he half groaned, half whined, his hips pausing before picking up pace. “Ah- doll…”

(Y/n) whimpered, arching up as she wrapped her arms around him, one hand tangling in his hair. “Ngh, Bucky,” she whined, feeling him twitch inside her in reply.

“(Y-Y/n), angh-!” He cursed, gasping in a breath before his grip tightened. “D-dollface- I-” His hips started moving faster. “F-fuck, dollface- wanna-” He gasped in another breath, then growled near her ear, “wanna pound your sweet little pussy till you scream.”

(Y/n) whimpered, her fingers digging into him as his hips sped up. Oh boy did she want that, too… “P-please-!” She gasped. “Yes-s ple-ease!”

Bucky groaned, his back flexing as his hips moved. His pace kept up until he had to pull back to keep going, his arms wrapping under her knees and holding onto her thighs, her keening above his ears driving him crazy with the need to see what her face looked like.

“Ungh- babydoll... fuck-” he gasped, muttering, “gorgeous,” before he started thrusting harder, his hips slapping against hers as the head of his cock nudged against her cervix, giving a pleasant sting to each thrust.

“B-Bucky,” she gasped, feeling herself at his mercy now, the only thing she could do was clench the sheets in her hands and cry out as he drove her closer to orgasm.

He was pounding into her properly, now, his hips slapping against her ass, cock bumping her cervix. “Oh, fuck, (Y/n),” he growled, “come for me.”

The coil in her belly snapped, sending her over the edge with an arch of her back and a cry of his name.

“That’s it, (Y/n),” he moaned, his hands tightening on her thighs as he slowly rode her through her orgasmic tremors. “God, baby that feels so good,” he panted.

(Y/n) moaned and tried to catch her breath, but then he started at his previous pace again, pounding into her, his hands tightening on her thighs until she was sure that she’d have bruises the next day, but the thought only registered in the back of her mind, not at all caring as the pleasurable sting of his cock bumping her cervix returned.

Bucky could feel himself getting close, the already heavenly feeling of her around him only getting better with her orgasm. The fresh wetness from her orgasm only made it easier for him to slide in and out, thrusting fast and hard as he drove them forward toward bliss.

(Y/n)’s hips arched as her body begged for more, causing him to hit a new spot that made her cry out louder, and Bucky shifted her hips to keep her in that position, repeatedly hitting that spot and making her cries start to turn desperate.

Bucky slid one hand to rub his fingers over her clit, quickly rubbing over it, asking, “ya ready to come for me again, doll?”

He groaned as her muscles started twitching, her whole body twitching as she grew desperately close to the edge.

“P-please- p-p- ah- ple- ple-eE-EASE!” (Y/n)’s ragged cries catching in her throat as she teetered on the edge.

“(Y/n)- fuck- come- for me- now- doll!” Bucky demanded, slamming into her as his fingers frantically rubbed over her clit.

His name left her in a scream, her muscles giving a collective shiver before tightening and seeming to pull him in with trembling perfection and another gush of wetness.

“F- fu- d-dollface-” he panted, his thrusts faltering. “G-od, fuc- yes! G-gonna- ‘m gonna- fuck!” He came with a guttural growl, dropping over her to hold her close, wrapping his arms around her and burying his nose in her neck as he filled her. “S-so good… Th-that’s- definitely he-eaven,” he panted against her as the last waves of their release moved through them.

When he could gather himself to move without collapsing, Bucky rolled so that she was laying on his chest.

(Y/n) laid on him, eyes closed and still panting to catch her breath.

Bucky gave a content groan as his hands started drifting over her, tilting her chin up to pull her into a kiss.

When he pulled back, a grin twisted his face as he saw the smile on her lips, her eyes still closed. “Wow,” he murmured to her. “Just look at you, doll…”

“Mm, what?” She asked, wondering if she had super crazy sex hair or something.

“You look like the most important person in my life,” he told her, running his thumb over her lower lip.

“B-Bucky,” she scolded with a blush as she looked away.

He turned her back to meet his eyes. “Serious, doll. (Y/n). You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Wh-what about Steve-” She started, trying to disprove his words.

“Steve can take care of himself, doll. So can you, but… I want to take care of you,” he told her. “More than I even worry about anyone else -including Steve- so… doesn’t that make you the most important person in my life?”

“I- I-”

She was trying to find more arguments against it, he knew she was.

“Say yes, (Y/n), just say yes. We both know that the answer is ‘yes,’” he told her, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her close as he snuggled into the bed.

“Y-yes…” she quietly murmured.

“There you go, dollface,” he murmured back with a soft kiss to her forehead.

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Tension - Part 9

A/N JUST TO CONFUSE Y’ALL here is tension part 9 instead of Blackout part 10 - oops. Blackout will be out in two days though so don’t give up on me yet <3 Enjoy!

Also sorry if you’ve not been tagged! I had my taglist go haywire so I don’t think it saved some of the newer requests that I put in - hit me up if this is the case.

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The next day passed slowly. Y/N felt like she was seeing Sirius everywhere, his curly dark hair sitting in every class, a cool, unfazed look boring into her every time she caught his eye. Remus was getting excited, talking in hushed tones all day about the changes they could do to the map.

“What if we add all of the secret passageways out of the castle?”

“But we’ll need to figure out how to get into them all first.”

“We know enough for the moment – I’m sure we could add instructions or something.”

“Well if we are tracking everyone, would we be tracking ourselves anyw-“

“Lupin, Y/L/N, anything you are hoping to share with us all?” McGonagall’s eyes pierced into their own, making them both bob their heads down.

“No.”

“Then please pay attention.”

“Sorry Professor.” Lupin smiled up at her. Y/N rolled her eyes as Professor McGonagall huffed but softened her eyes. Suck up.

Remus continued to write notes all throughout class, muttering to himself softly as he began drawing little caricatures of people and stairwells that moved around his parchment.

They traipsed back to the dungeons after dinner, settling in front of the fire to start on their Transfiguration homework and wait for 11pm to strike. Slowly but surely the common room emptied, students moving back to their dorm rooms and leaving a soft silence in the room that was unnerving Y/N greatly. The emptier the room became the more she began to think about certain boys and not how to transfigure moving objects into other moving objects.

The two of them had already given up on the essay by the time 11pm hit and were pulling on their cloaks by the entrance when the clock chimed loudly in the common room.

“Let’s go.” Remus grinned. Y/N hadn’t seen him this excited in forever and smiled back at him as they pulled their hoods up and exited the common room, keeping to the shadows of the hallways and using the walls to guide them instead of lighting their wands. They made their way to the Great Hall, the meeting spot Y/N had presumed, but as they moved closer she felt her stomach curdle. What if this was the wrong spot? What if it’s all just a big trap? Trap for what, don’t be stupid.

They hovered around the edge of the entrance to the Great Hall, wanting an easy access point to the stairwell so they could make a run for it if Filch or Mrs Norris came prowling.

Suddenly, two large hands seemed to come out of nowhere and place themselves hard on Remus and Y/N’s shoulders.

“FUCK,” Y/N hissed jumping backwards and pulling out her wand and pointing it towards the hands that were now hovering in midair.

“Man, that’s never not fun.” The voice of James Potter came from the empty space around the hands, and a cloak seemed to pull off and reveal both James and Sirius, the former grinning whilst Sirius’s face remained neutral.

“Merlin’s beard, what is that?” Y/N croaked, feeling her heart still pounding loudly in her chest.

“That’s an invisibility cloak,” Remus replied for James, looking in awe a the cloak, “Can I feel it?”

“Yeah, of course, why do you think I brought it,” James grinned and passed it over for Remus to feel, the cloak now visible in his hands.

“To show off,” Y/N retorted, hoping her face looked calm. Sirius smirked but remained motionless behind James, not moving to greet them. Y/N noticed that he was still wearing long sleeves down to his fingertips.

“Come on, we want to show you guys something.”

“We?” Y/N muttered to Remus who snorted but signalled for James to go ahead.

“Do you want to go under the cloak? Unsure if we’ll all fit but we can give it a go.”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know.”

Remus and Y/N replied at the same time, Remus grinning and Y/N looking nervously towards Sirius. He turned to her, eyes wide and exasperated.

“Come on, this is so exciting,” And then in a lower voice, “And you’ll get to squeeze right up nex-”

“OK OK, let’s go.” Y/N plastered on a smile and followed as Remus began asking questions about the cloak as he stepped under it. Y/N grabbed an edge at the same time as Sirius and watched as he jumped back slightly, hiding his hand again. Y/N narrowed her eyes, steeling herself.

“Come on,” She pulled the cloak up and over the two of them, stepping forward so she could lean on Remus in front of her and try to avoid pressing herself against Sirius. They walked awkwardly together up the stairs, James hissing at Sirius every few minutes to stop falling out of step.

They climbed up to the fourth floor, pausing every few moments to listen for anyone moving in the staircases around them or along the corridors now almost completely in darkness.

“Stop stepping on my heels!”

“You’re taking tiny steps I can’t not hit you.”

“Would you two shut it before we all get put into detention?” James whispered towards Sirius and Y/N who had been stumbling on each other after the last flight of steps. “We’re here anyway.”

James pulled the cloak off all four of them, edging towards the wall on the far side of the fourth floor near the main flight of stairs. There was a large painting of an old woman with a large bowl of fruit on her head and several large pear trees covering the painting hanging beside a large mirror that was rusted over.

“Are you ready for your minds to be blown,” Sirius stepped forwards, grinning at the mirror, and turning to face the three of them.

“You’re really hyping this up.” Remus laughed but stepped forwards with him and crossed his arms. “Let’s see this miracle then.”

James joined Sirius at the mirror and held out his wand. He tapped the edge of the mirror four times, one on each of the top two corners and the other two in the middle left and right. Then, he muttered something and a light shone around the mirror, travelling from the top peak around to the bottom before clicking open and swinging forward.

“Ta da!” James turned to them with jazz hands, Sirius leaning against the door in an apparent attempt to cool at ease whilst still pulling his sleeves down over his fingertips.

“Holy shit,” Y/N gaped, “Where does it lead?”

“Is it out of the castle?” Remus was gazing at the edges of the mirror, reaching out to touch it.

“Yep, right out into Hogsmeade.” James nodded towards it, “Want to check it out?”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“An hour, maybe…?” Sirius grimaced, “Maybe we should try this on a weekend.

“Yeah a two hour trek there and back is already going to be close to 2am.”

“Who knew you two would be the party poopers,” Remus pouted but sighed, “But they are right, even though I’m very impressed you found out how to open it.”

“Believe me, it took more than a few goes.”

“Do you know more?” Y/N asked curiously, now peering down the passageway. James and Sirius looked at each other with mischievous grins.

“There are six others,” James leaned across from Sirius. They looked even more ridiculous.

“All over the castle,” Sirius continued. Remus held back a laugh.

“They all leave the castle, but only one goes to Hogsmeade.”

“Two,” Y/N corrected.

“Two?” Sirius turned to her, narrowing his eyes.

“Well yeah… the shrieking shack?” Y/N laughed, “You know, where you tried to kill Remus.”

“Ahh, of course! Water under the bridge, no?” James winked at Remus and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket.

“We got Peter to do some of the design on the front - don’t worry he’s cool.” James reassured Remus when he suddenly looked nervous.

James handed over the parchment they had copied over, and opened it up. A swirling designed crept along the edges of the parchment, filling the whole page as Y/N opened up the folds as it revealed more and more of the castle until she could see half the castle and the grounds curling around the pages of the parchment.

“This…” Y/N stammered, not believing what she was seeing. “How long did this take you?”

“Sirius, Peter, and I were building it out all holidays, Sirius and I most days and then Peter came and made it pretty.”

“Don’t you and Sirius live super far away?” Y/N queried, still looking at the map, tracing the figurines of the areas across the school. When no one answered, she looked up to see Sirius glaring at a very guilty looking James.

“What?” Remus looked between the two of them suspiciously. James sighed loudly, still grimacing.

“Sorry dude.” James hit Sirius on the shoulder, “Not my story to tell.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at him.

“I don’t want to get into this.” Sirius looked down then back up and towards the map. “It’s still a work in progress, but we were thinking we’d pass it off to you to work your… magic.”

Sirius grimaced at his choice of words, looking up at Y/N. It caught her off guard, her heart pounding uncomfortably at his stare.

“Sounds good,” Y/N smiled at him, don’t you dare betray me face, stop it. She felt a blush creep up and onto her cheeks so she turned to Remus. “Here, you’re better keep hold of this, I’ll definitely lose it.”

“Unfortunately true.” Remus grabbed the map and folded it until it could fit into his pocket. “So was this midnight rendezvous just for this?”

James gasped, looking mock-hurt, “This wasn’t good enough for ol’ moon-boy?”

Remus turned to glare at Y/N.

“You told him?”

“No, of course not!” Y/N hesitated, “I told Sirius.”

“You’re the worst friend ever.”

“Or perhaps Sirius is the worst secret keeper ever,” Y/N teased, seeing if Sirius would engage with her again but he just avoided her gaze. She frowned but tried to ignore it.

“We should probably getting back, I do want to be awake in class tomorrow.” Remus looked expectantly at Y/N.

“Easy Mcpeasy Moon-boy,” James dodged out of the way of Remus’s arm, grinning, “Come on Sirius, let's leave these two slytherins to their evening business.”

“You go on ahead, give me a sec,” Sirius nudged James who quickly eyed Remus and turned away. Y/N turned to Remus to ask what was going on but he had already begun waving at the two of them and skulking into the dark of the corridor.

“Meet you in the Great Hall!” Y/N heard him say quietly before she turned back to Sirius who was rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“I just wanted, uh, to say sorry,” Sirius started, still picking at his sleeves awkwardly.

“That’s ok… I think,” Y/N laughed lightly, “I’m not really sure what your apologising for.”

“For being a bit out of it lately.”

“You mean ignoring me?”

“So you do know,” Sirius pointed out. Y/N sighed.

“Sorry I just, I'm confused. I know you’re apologising but I don’t really know what’s going on.”

“Can’t you just, accept, you know, that I’m sorry?” He smiled sheepishly at her. She watched him closely. Y/N wasn’t sure if she had ever seen him this nervous before. Well not at least before he’d asked her to their Christmas Party.

“Well yes, but-”

“See now lets have no buts alright? Clean and simple, I’ll stop being a dickhead, you forgive me, easy peasy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him but couldn’t help smiling a little.

“Look, I just need to know if I did something wrong. I mean I thought we had a good time at Christmas? I’m just confused is all.” Y/N sighed, feeling very exposed in the moonlit hallway around her. Sirius looked up at her quickly.

“No, Merlin no you didn’t do anything! Fuck I’m sorry I’m a bloody mess it’s really and truly not because of you…”

“But…?” Y/N smiled. She could sense it in his tone. You’re fine it’s just -

“It’s your family,” He said softly. your family. Classic.

“Oh,” Y/N took a step back. She hadn’t heard this in years, not since she’d stopped trying to make friends in other houses. But it still didn’t feel like a shock to her, it was something she’d wondered about ever since she heard stories of him rebelling against the Black family clan. He’d finally cut ties.

“Congratulations,” Y/N muttered again, stepping back further from him.

“No, Y/N, come on -” Sirius tried to reach her shoulder but she dodged out of his way.

“I need to go meet Remus, I’ll see you… soon.” Y/N turned on her heel, ignoring his call out to her as she made her way quickly down the stairs and into the Great Hall.

“Remus you are not going to belie-” Y/N froze as she took in the sight ahead of her. Remus, eyes wide and nervous, staring at her, Professor McGonagall by his side looking like she might kill someone in her nightgown and cap.

“Ah, nice of you to join us Ms. Y/L/N.” She smiled tightly at him. “Remus was just telling me that he was alone. Perhaps we can rehash this story to your head of house.”

“I-we- “

“Please save the excuses for someone else, come with me please, now.”

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“Don’t touch my lute.” - Jaskier x Female!Reader

Pairing: Jaskier x female!reader

Summary: Y/N has only been traveling with Geralt and Jaskier for a short while, but she and Jaskier have known one another since a few months before that. Being a bard herself, Y/N knows of Jaskier and just how utterly brilliant he is, she had even seen him perform a few times in Novigrad at the Chameleon - Though he had never seen her perform, only rumours. This knowledge causes her to feel anxious and refuse continuously when he asks her to play for them every few nights to truly hear her talent. What happens when one night, Jaskier leaves to wash up in the river, and Y/N decides to pick up his lute and sing but he returns before she finishes playing and hears her?

A/N: I never write, I’ve written 2 fics total and I’m not amazing so.. Help is cool but don’t bash me plz, this ain’t my job and I only do it for plain old fun, cool? Hope you enjoy!! Ps I’m in love with both Jaskier and Geralt I need helppppp

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“Would you both fancy making our way to an inn once we’ve washed up?”

Jaskier asked Geralt and Y/N as they walked along the dirt path in the direction of the nearest river. Geralt’s brows furrowed slightly as he directed Roach’s reins in the right direction, thinking. Y/N’s walk turned into a skip, a smile now plastered across her lips, “Uhh, yes, please! We’ve not eaten a proper supper in 3 days! I’ll even provide the coin!” Jaskier gasped, pressing his palm against his intricately detailed doublet, “No, no, my Lady Y/N - I shall pay!” He bowed. Geralt rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose, “Always the hero.” He murmured to himself as he watched the bard catch up to the skipping woman.

They found a clearing where they began to set down all of their belongings. Jaskier and Geralt each sat on their own bedrolls whilst Y/N placed herself on the floor, leaning against a rock. After a while of watching the bard write poems in his notebook, she tilted her head and softly inquired, “Might I play your lute, Jaskier? I’ve not touched one in almost two months, I left mine in Novigrad..” Her eyes glistened in the evening glow and she crossed her legs. Jaskier hummed for a long time, looking into her blue eyes, before settling on, “Yes, as long as you sing to us.” His pink lips dipped into a smirk and he shot a quick look towards Geralt to gauge his reaction. Despite not looking up, his eyes and eyebrows gave away that he was interested. Y/N’s nose wrinkled up, “No, thank you.” Geralt’s left eyebrow rose and he looked up from writing an entry about Forktails into his bestiary, “You sing?” Y/N took a deep breath and shifted from side to side. Jaskier rose from his bedroll, slapped his thighs, bent forward slightly and raised his eyebrows at Y/N, “Yes, she does - However, I have not yet heard her despite being told brilliant things of the Angelic Y/N of Novigrad!”

“You’ve seen me perform before!” Y/N huffed, folding her arms and leaning back against the rock. Jaskier’s face contorted in amusement and his voice came out somewhat petty, “Through a window. I couldn’t hear you.” Y/N grumbled, “Bet you could.” Jaskier picked up his lute and held it out right in front of Y/N’s face, the shiny wood almost tapping the tip of her nose, “Come on, just once!”

“No!” Y/N spat, “Why?”, Jaskier put the lute back, the vibration of its strings due to impact causing an ugly chord.

“Can you not just go and wash up now, Jaskier?! I’ve no need to give you a reason!” Y/N raised her voice slightly, her heart slowly making its way into her throat. Jaskier pursed his lips, thinking of how to respond, lifted his finger into the air, gritted his teeth, dropped his arm, and turned back to his belongings with an exasperated sigh.

Y/N pulled an apple from her knapsack, taking a big bite. Jaskier began unpacking his linen towel along with a wooden hairbrush and some other things, “Right, I’m having a wash in the river, no touching my lute, Y/N. Not unless you want to initiate an impromptu performance?” His icy blue eyes narrowed and he flashed a toothy smile, targeting Y/N’s and her chewing slowed. She sighed and spoke with a full mouth, spitting slightly at Jaskier, “No, bard.” Jaskier’s eyes widened in disgust, “That makes one of us. Someone’s touchy tonight..” He spoke in a hushed tone as he walked off towards the river. Geralt smirked but kept quiet, enjoying the dynamic between the two.

Geralt sat silently with his right leg bent at the knee and his arm resting on it, sketching. Y/N shook her head, groaned, got up and made her way over to Geralt, sitting down next to him to watch him fill his bestiary in peace as they did most nights, “What is that thing? Ff-fog-let? Wh- what’s one of those?” She leaned over his left side to get a better look at his sketch, brushing shoulders. Usually, Geralt would slowly lean away, but he liked Y/N. Maybe even had a soft spot for her. They’d gotten as close as a lady bard and witcher could have after only knowing one another for eight months - and Jaskier wasn’t much of a fan of that at the moment.

“Why don’t you want to sing if you’re known for performing so well?” He frowned, tilting his head to look her in the eye, “Because Geralt, have you heard Jaskier sing? I don’t want to sing to him. He’s too good, I’m just okay.” She spoke with a slight angry heat, perhaps towards herself, blinking a few times, and diverting her eyes away from Geralt’s piercing ones by looking elsewhere on his face, taking in his strong features, especially when he is pulling a face such as that, “Yet you always jest about your brilliant skill?”

“Yes but.. That’s just for fun, I’d die if Jaskier heard me. He’d..” She paused, debating whether to continue, flickering her gaze up to Geralt’s, “He’d?” Geralt asked, raising his brows, “He’d.. He’d hate it, he’d go off me. I’d rather let him hear the reviews and not dare let him hear it himself. He’s legendary, I can’t compare myself to him! He’d laugh and I’d be broken. Or he’d lie and say I was good to please me. Especially now.” Geralt hummed, leaning back a bit. Something had begun that nobody could stop. Y/N had fallen for Jaskier. Geralt decided that the best option for this moment was to leave. He arose, unpacking his towel, gave Y/N an unsure but calm expression, and left for the river.

Y/N was left ruminating in her own self-loathing and confusion. She got up, set her bedroll onto the floor and lay down, away from Jaskier’s, nearest to Roach as she enjoyed her company.

“Oh, fuck it.” She quickly got up, snatched Jaskier’s lute from his belongings, positioning herself on her bedroll, cross-legged, facing out into the forest. She started to play, first quietly, and once she knew she wasn’t heard, a bit louder.

A few minutes later, as Jaskier and Geralt made their way back from the river, they started to hear music, “What- What is that? Geralt?” Jaskier spun around a few times as he tried to discern where it was coming from. Geralt’s lower eyelids rose in amusement. Jaskier took in an overly dramatic breath, “She. Took. My LUTE!” He spat possessively and began to take off before Geralt lunged forward, wrapping his big hand around Jaskier’s left arm and yanking him backward, earning a squeak from the bard, “Jaskier.” He growled, “What? It’s mine! She wouldn’t play anyw-!”

“Listen.”

They became quiet, inching closer to the sound until they could finally hear clearly. After a few moments, Jaskier’s mouth opened in awe. They made their way closer to the clearing to listen. Geralt watched Jaskier, he was leaning his head and hand against a tree, patiently listening, with the most genuine loving expression he had seen on the bard yet.

“She’s ethereal, isn’t she? I knew she was good.” Jaskier’s mouth was hardly moving as he whispered, trying to make as little sound as possible so that he could listen, “Why would she keep such beauty from me?”

“She’s scared.” Geralt said under his breath, “She’s.. She’s what? She’s scared?” Jaskier’s brows furrowed in confusion,

“She doesn’t want to perform in front of you because she doesn’t believe that she’s good enough. She said you’d laugh.” Geralt shrugged and shook his head, “I can’t believe it.” Jaskier’s eyes were staring at the forest floor, melancholic but still heavy with emotion.

Y/N smiled, gently setting the lute down, “Is that where he left it, Roach? I think that’s where he left it. I hope so. I don’t want to be singing to him any time soon.” Jaskier crept his way out from within the trees, “You just did.” He gave a friendly smile and a pathetically nervous wave of his hand. Y/N sucked in a big breath, “Jaskier..?” Her eyes were wide and piercing as if she were a child being caught carving into the house walls by her parent, “I listened, Lady Y/N. You have a beautiful voice.” Jaskier swallowed anxiously, approaching as if she were a wild rabbit about to flee, which she was, “No. You don’t mean that.” Y/N got up, retrieving her towel from her bag, clutching it to her chest, trying to steady her breath, “I’m sorry for using your lute, Jask. I- I just wanted to play, I’ve missed it.” Geralt made his way out from within the trees, “Calm down, Y/N.” His voice was soft yet stern, “I can’t, Geralt. Sorry, Jaskier..” “Please, don’t apologise, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard!” Jaskier’s voice got louder the further away Y/N got as she panicked and ran to the river, Jaskier’s eyes followed her then made their way to Geralt, brows furrowing heavily, “Are you going to tell me what just bloody happened? I was being nice! To a bard! And I meant it!” He raised his shoulders and eyebrows in sync. Geralt’s eyelids lowered, his face muscles relaxing, “Surprising.” Geralt sat back down on his bedroll, folding his arms and looking at the stars. However, when he glanced over, Jaskier was looking at him expectantly, “What?” Geralt asked lazily, “What do you mean ‘what’? Tell me what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“Fine.”

Y/N exhaled heavily as she entered the water to bathe. The cool water helping her anxious feelings towards Jaskier, “Gods, I shouldn’t have touched his lute at all. Fuck. What if his feelings change?” She sat, speaking to the trees, a light breeze falling over her frame along with the moonlight, and the hairs on her skin pricking upwards. After what seemed like an hour, she plucked up the courage to get dry and dressed and return to their miniature camp. Entering the clearing with a big breath, the first thing she laid her now tired eyes upon was Geralt meditating. She smiled, wishing she had the mental power to sit in silence for that long. Looking to the right she saw Jaskier.. Fast asleep. Snoring. Incredibly loudly. Her chest felt heavy and loving as she stood watching him sleep. Turning towards her own bedroll, suddenly feeling tired, she took in a soft gasp. Jaskier’s lute was resting on her pillow with a handwritten note with many words scribbled onto it but the ones most notable were “I did mean it. You can play my lute anytime, beautiful lady Y/N.” Y/N sighed, smiled widely and that night, slept with Jaskier’s lute by her side.

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