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the home we’ve made | bokuto k.
pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader
word count, genre: 1.6k words, family au, aged up bokuto, fluff.
summary: bokuto treasures the family he’s created. but he’s in for the shock of his life when one day, his precious daughter announces she’s in love.
my note: i noticed this has been in my drafts for almost two years. so i wanted to post it as a belated bday greeting to my still sunshine, bokuto ☀️
“Mama, how did you know you love Papa?”
The question catches you off guard. You look at your little girl who is enthusiastically coloring the pages of her art book. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, making you smile as it reminds you of a certain someone. Abandoning your book in the moment, you go over to her side and brush her hair as she fusses over which shade of pink would match the bear.
“Hm, that’s an interesting question, Hana-chan.”
Your five-year-old looks up at you with her big eyes, curiosity emanating from them.
“If you really want to know, it’s because your Papa makes me the happiest in the world.”
She listens intently, her mouth slightly pouting in the same way your husband does whenever he is contemplating about something. They were way too much similar. No doubt that she is his daughter.
You cup her cheeks in both your hands and press a kiss to her nose. “Plus your Papa gave me you.”
Hana tugs you closer, her voice small and quiet when she timidly reveals her secret, “Mommy, I think I’m in love.”
Just then, the front door bursts open and in comes the man of the house.
“I’m home!”
Hana’s eyes immediately light up at her father’s arrival. She stands up on her feet and runs out of the room towards the living area where he was already waiting with open arms.
“There’s my little princess!”
“Papa!” She’s beaming with excitement, jumping in his arms. They fall down sitting in the middle of the floor, hugging and laughing as they obviously missed each other.
“There, there, Hana-chan. Your Papa still has to wash up.” You help take Hana from his grasp, making sure to give him a pointed look. He chuckles, knowing how much you were a stickler for being clean inside the home and that meant Bokuto always had to take a quick shower whenever he returns from his trips outside.
He leans to give you a kiss, “I’m back.”
“Welcome home.”
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When Bokuto comes out of the shower, he’s quick to recognize the smell of his favorite home-cooked meal. His stomach grumbles and it reminds him just how much tonight’s practice wore him out.
All throughout the day, he couldn’t wait to get back to his family—to his charming daughter whose antics and smile could instantly bring his energy back and to his wife whose presence he was eternally gratefully for. He sits on the bed and dries his hair.
In the corner of his eyes, he sees the picture frame on the bedside table. He smiles at the image, of you proudly showing off your engagement ring and him donning his bright smile with his arms wrapped around you, remembering how he felt — both the nerves and the excitement — when he asked the words will you marry me.
He felt like he won the jackpot when you said yes. And even after years of marriage, Bokuto is still very much in love with you and every day feels like he is walking on cloud nine. You were perfect for him, you made him happy, and since high school, you never once wavered in your support of his volleyball career. He thought his life with you couldn’t get any better until the little one, Hana, came along.
A sweet angel borne out of your shared love. The moment he held her in his arms, Bokuto swore that he was immediately wrapped around her fingers, promising that he’d do anything to protect her and become the best father in the world.
He hears the pitter patter of little feet on the floor and anticipates the door opening. Hana peeks her head in the small opening she created and calls him.
“Mama said to call you. Dinner is ready.”
He stands up and walks towards her. She has her arms held up high, asking to be carried and he complies. He ruffles her hair and gives her a peck on the cheeks before heading towards the dining room where a table full of his favorites is waiting.
The atmosphere at the Bokuto household is always lively, especially at the dinner table where Koutarou is eagerly telling stories of his teammates, sharing how he aced the spike he’s been practicing, and expressing how he’s looking forward to playing so he can make his daughter and wife proud.
And very much like her father, Hana has tales of her own—recounting how she spent her day at the kindergarten, taking her parents through the new things she learned and the activities she enjoyed with her friends.
And tonight, she’s sharing the news of her first love.
“Oh also, Kento gave me a flower from the garden and said that I look beautiful.”
Your little girl was grinning from ear to ear as she mentioned the boy’s name. While you were amused at how bashful she was being, someone on the other end of the table has put down his utensils and was staring in shock.
Before he could say anything, you asked Hana, “Who’s Kento, darling? Was he the one you were referring to when you said you think you were in love?”
She hid her smile in her hands and nodded. You could hear the way your husband dramatically gasped, now leaning with his arms on the table and almost reaching out to Hana.
“Kento always hangs out with me during break. He also holds my hands when we walk together. His hands are soft.”
The soft giggle she lets out makes you utter an audible aww. Your kid was experiencing her first crush. And through the stories she’s told of Kento, you could see how she adores the boy so much. However, your husband has been eerily quiet.
His current state reminds you of the times he’d be in one of his moods back in high school. But of course, you understand him.
Hana was not anymore the small crying baby he held in his arms years ago. She wasn’t the baby whose diapers he’s changed in the wee hours of the night. She’s growing to become a little lady and discovering the wonders of life. It was only natural that he’d be surprised upon knowing his little girl was navigating puppy love. So, before she could notice that her father was acting differently, you indulged her, listening to more of her stories about Kento.
“He sounds like such a sweet boy.” You nudged Koutarou’s foot under the table to pull him out of his trance. When he does, you smile sympathetically before turning to Hana again, “We’d love to meet Kento someday.”
“Really? Can I invite him to play here tomorrow after school?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Koutarou.”
You hold his gaze for a moment, sending him a message that everything will be fine through telepathy. He caves, mumbling a fine and proceeding to finish his food.
Smiling at your success, you turn to Hana and reassure her, “Bring him here and I’ll bake your favorite cookies so you can share some with him.”
The kid was so overjoyed that she pushed her chair back and ran towards her room, where you suspect she’ll be contacting Kento about the plans for tomorrow.
Now left alone with Koutarou, you catch him pouting at his food, the same way that Hana was when you were telling her about what you loved about him.
Trying to soothe his crushed soul, “You know, it’s only an innocent crush.”
“She’s five years old.”
“That’s right. And she’s turning six in two months.”
“She can’t love any boy other than me yet,” he whined which only caused you to laugh in your seat. His frown deepened and his glare at you became much intense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want her giving other boys her affection just yet.”
You try to stop your giggles, “I know. I’m sorry.” You reach your hand out to him and he takes it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “A crush is just a crush, you know. No one can replace you in her heart. She loves you very much.”
“I know that,” his words muffled as he presses his mouth to the palm of hands.
“It’s not like Kento will immediately ask for her hand in marriage. They’re both only kids. Let them have their fun.”
Looking at you with his pleading eyes, you already know what he was asking for without any words. Standing up, you go to him and sit down on his lap. You let him hold you just like that—with his arms tangled in your torso, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hair poking your cheeks.
“She’ll always be your beloved girl.”
He exclaims, “She’s just growing up so fast.”
“Yeah, she is. But you know, she’s not leaving the nest anytime soon.”
Koutarou looks at you with eyes full of affection and presses his forehead on yours when he whispers, “We raised a great child, huh?”
“We really did. We’re lucky to have her.”
He hums, his thumb stroking your cheek, tracing over your lips before kissing you with a sweet, gentle passion that has you leaning closer in his hold. When you pull back, you see him flash the brightest smile and you’re left breathless when he says,
“I’m lucky to have you.”
He knows a day will come when he’ll eventually have to give Hana to the guy she loves. Nevertheless, he looks at you fondly, knowing that you’ll always be by his side. And right now, he concludes, he’s lucky to have both you and Hana to call his home.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#bokuto scenarios#bokuto x reader#haikyuu fluff#bokuto fluff#haikyuu fics#haikyuu one shot#bokuto x you#hq x reader#hq x you#hq fics#haikyuu bokuto#bokuto koutarou#hq fluff#haikyuu!!#haikyuu au#belated happy bday bokuto!#i am still in a writing break i just wanted to post this hehe
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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙no saving u | LS2˖⁺｡˚⋆˙
pairing: logan sargeant x piastri!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, break up, brother's best friend/childhood friends to lovers
warnings: trigger warning many max verstappen mentions unfortunately /j
summary: in which they are pulled together following a particularly messy crash during the last race of the season and an even messier break up
a/n: i got this plot as a request and i love it ahhh i linked the request below!!! hope u guys enjoy i lowkey luv writing logan fanfic especially when max loses something 😆
request!!!: max is getting too cocky and dangerous on the track and he knows you disagree with his antics which causes tension between you, he continues his dangerous streak even though he’s just had the pit lane rules changed for abu dhabi and ends up crashing into logan during fp2, you’ve had enough of max putting himself and others in danger whilst he’s on an ego trip and rush to check on logan after he’s been taken safely from his car and end up going to the hospital with him (you’re childhood friends because he did karting and f3 with your brother), you leave max that night and end up spending more time with logan as he recovers, the summer is spent exploring your new relationship and you go public when you’re spotted in his paddock in 2024, max is humiliated beaten by the worst driver on the grid in his opinion, he’s finally humbled, you could also maybe have logan doing better as he’s had an opportunity to be involved with the cars development, and he even gets a couple podiums in his sophomore year :)
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x : ABUNDANCE :*+ﾟ
in which: rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you and you don't know how to stop him either.
warnings: rich pro-athlete!rin, gn!reader- reader wears lip gloss and perfume but i am an avid believer that they are gn, rin is dramatic (tm), fluff, swearing. 1.6k wc
a/n: rin is a clown in my eyes LMFAO no but this was kinda self-indulgent and i just can't stray too far from itoshi rin before he inevitably pulls me back. haven't written anything for him in a while so it feels good to be back to my roots. also no i'm not off break lol i did say that i was still gonna write and come back to post hehe. ENJOY!! rbs appreciated !!
itoshi rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you.
and you didn’t know how to get him to stop spoiling you. you could never resist his presents no matter what shape or size, whether they were little nendoroids of your favourite anime characters to the latest designer bags, you would always accept them with a grateful smile.
however, there’s always a tug of guilt at your chest that makes you little hesitant, not wanting rin to waste unnecessary money on you. yet whenever you make this feeling known to rin, he scoffs and waves your concerns off, ending the conversation there as he urges you to open his presents, more concerned about your reaction than how much money is being extracted from his account.
what’s the point of money if he can’t spoil you with it? that’s always been his philosophy. besides, it’s not like you’re forcing him to, so what’s the big deal?
if there was a certain brand of perfume you wanted, he was going to buy it. if you needed a bigger monitor then he’ll buy it. if you needed a streaming platform to watch a certain show on then he’d buy it too, not a problem. in fact, you’re sure rin is funding the spotify premium for your account because he got tired of all the ads he had to listen to when sharing headphones with you.
despite rin’s insistence that he was more than okay to spend money on you, it didn’t stop the growing feeling of guilt festering in your gut. so eventually you stopped bringing up things you wanted to buy in front of rin, leaving to write them down in your notes app instead.
the pro-athlete doesn’t question the abrupt lack of complaints about things you needed to buy, leaving him blissfully unaware of the things you had been buying for yourself and him.
this dance continues for a little and it’s not until date night three weeks later that he figures you out. you never stood a chance against rin’s perceptiveness especially when one of his favourite things to do was watch you get ready for said date nights, leaving it only a matter of time before he’d realise,
“looking gorgeous as always,” he compliments whilst walking up to stand behind you, dressed handsomely in a crisp suit with his hair swept sideways- a hairstyle he began to wore more often when he realised how often you stared at him during a boring sponsorship event which turned out a lot more eventful thanks to the simple hair change.
you smile at him in the mirror as rin places a kiss on the side of your head, hand going to your hip before situating himself on the bed, glancing down at his watch to check that you were still on time for the dinner reservation.
when he looks back up at you, his eyes zero in on the foreign lipgloss you were holding in your hands and the small smile rin wore falls into a scowl. rin knows he didn’t get that for you, and judging from the sleekness of the packaging, it looks new. he withholds his suspicions, brushing them off.
alarms blare in rin’s head again when he notices the foreign highlighter in your hands. contrarily, you remain ignorant to rin’s inquisitive stare as you lean in close to the mirror to apply the product, too used to the usual intensity of his gaze to bat an eye.
the last straw is the perfume you use, spritzing it on your wrists, behind your ears and neck, doing a little fanning motion with your hands once you were done.
“okay, i’m ready, let’s go before we’re lat-” you say, turning around to look at rin, cutting yourself off when you notice the look of distraught on his face. “what’s the matter?”
walking over to where he sat, you leisurely lay your forearms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek whilst doing so. the smell of your foreign perfume enters his nose and although it was a very nice and charming scent, the athlete’s nose scrunches in displeasure, eyebrows furrowing further.
“do i have something on my face?” you ask, backing away. rin grabs your hands before you can stray too far.
“no, not that,” he puts your hands on his shoulders again. “did you always have this lipgloss? and i don’t recognise this perfume.”
“oh, i bought it not too long ago.”
he looks at you as though you’ve committed the most blasphemous offence against him, which, you did. “excuse me?”
“i bought it?” you reaffirm, a lilt of confusion in your tone.
rin narrows his eyes, combating your confusion with scrutiny. “you bought it.” you nod. “with your own money?”
“duh.”
he exhales loudly through his nose and you can feel the judgement oozing off him. “no that’s not right. i have to fix this.”
abruptly swapping your positions so that you were now sitting on the bed, rin disappears into the bathroom, emerging with a pack of makeup removers before sifting through your numerous products, that look of concentration never leaving his face.
“we’re gonna be late, rin,” you say from where he planted you, watching helplessly as your boyfriend approaches to stand in front of you, crouching down to be eye level with you. rin takes out a wipe from the packet before gently rubbing it on your lips, touch contrastingly gentle to his fiery gaze.
“don’t care. this is more important.”
rin fiddles with the highlighter that he bought for you, opening it cautiously and using the same brush you always use as he carefully paints your skin with the glitter. it amazes you just how observant rin is as he traces all the spots correctly, knowing you down to of the most insignificant, tiny details.
he does the same with the lip gloss, opening the familiar bottle before putting a luxurious amount of the product over your lips. you don’t complain about it, not when rin’s nose scrunches in concentration and not when he makes a disgruntled noise because he overlined the lip gloss, wiping it from the corner of your mouth.
nevertheless, when rin pulls away, he admires his handiwork with a content grin, the scowl now fading. “much better,” he mumbles, grinning slightly. before you could say anything though, the athlete stumbles away to put your makeup away, returning with a bottle of perfume that he also bought for you.
“do not spray that on me. the scents will clash,” you threaten. rin blinks at you before grabbing your wrist, spritzing a small amount before repeating the same step on your other pulse points.
his actions were sweet and you understood that rin had good intentions, but through the endearment you felt for your lover, there is an undeniable feeling of dejection settling within you. “i liked the products that i bought,” you murmur, tone slightly downcast as you express your thoughts. “i like using my own money sometimes too, rin.”
the smile rin wore falls ever so slightly as he looks at your somewhat-dejected form, crouching in front of you instinctively as to get a better glance at your face.
“i feel horrible whenever you use your money on me. especially on things that are way too expensive and way out of my budget. i don’t want people- i don’t want you to get the wrong idea of us,” you confess the last part breathily, rubbing your arms awkwardly. “and i hate feeling like i owe something to you.”
“hey, you know that will never happen, we’re not like that,” he rubs a hand on your knee reassuringly. “i buy things for you because i know, and don’t talk about this lukewarm shit about ‘owing’ me. if anything i owe you for putting up with me.”
you let his words sink in with a sigh, focusing on the warmth of rin’s palm.
“and i also buy things for you because you only deserve the best. none of that mediocre crap that anybody can buy.”
“but what if i like the ‘lukewarm shit’?”
“then you need better tastes, but i guess i have no choice but to buy it for you.” he stands up ever so slightly to kiss you.
you back away, cutting him off with a press of your finger against his lips. “rin. no.”
he gives you a withering glare for denying his affection.
“that’s not the point. as much as i love and appreciate it when you do buy things for me, i would also appreciate it if you let me use my own money too.”
the soccer player backs away, eyes scanning your expression to decide on what to say next. he sighs when he sees the determination in your face and like a dam giving out, it’s the first sign of rin’s stubbornness surrendering to your pleas. “fine, i’ll respect your choice, but it doesn’t mean that i like it.”
you grin, pulling him back in for the kiss he wanted earlier, catching rin off guard briefly before his shock subsides, letting him melt right into you. your lipgloss was now effectively ruined but you didn’t have it in you to care much. rin could always reapply it for you.
“but i’m paying for dinner,” he asserts against your mouth.
“deal.”
you return home tomorrow to see the same products you bought for yourself on your shared bed. except brand new and still in their sleek packages.
what were you going to do with rin?
#personally i'm abt to make out with him- what... who said that... anyways... hope u enjoyed !!#sorry if this fic isn't coherent#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#itoshi rin fluff#blue lock fluff#itoshi rin x you#rin x you#rin itoshi x you#blue lock rin#itoshi x reader#blue lock itoshi rin#itoshi rin drabble#itoshi rin#itoshi rin bllk#blue lock
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just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader
i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)
this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(
(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)
warnings: mentions of cheating
"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.
You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."
You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.
"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.
You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.
"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"
No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.
"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.
"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"
Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.
"Severus-"
"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."
"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.
"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.
The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.
You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.
A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.
Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.
"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.
"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.
"I don't think-"
"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.
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Hola, oke no sorry haha. I can’t speak Spanish, just a bit hehe.
I don’t know if you write for request but because I wanted to say Hola I think about an idea now. What about Bucky taking you out for Dinner and your ex is there as well and tries to convince you he is the right one but Bucky is such a sweet gentle man and super protective?
Thank you in advance, even when you don’t write it hehe.💕
Ha. Did you think I forgot about you? Well no darling, it wasn't like that.
Here you have (late, but sure) and at once I took the opportunity to do therapy writing this. I was dumped about seven months ago by my partner, when I received your request, so I thank you very much for the idea, although it took me a while to prepare it.
I really hope you like it and it's what you expect, I interpreted it this way.
summary: you finally come out of an emotional sadness and decide to go out with Bucky to dinner, without thinking about who you would end up running into.
words: 3219
Beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune
You were carefully walking down the stairs and your heels started making noise as they hit the steps, causing Bucky and Steve who were talking near the door to turn to look at you.
Bucky looked nervous, and it was no wonder, the truth is that he had not been on a date in more than 70 or 80 years, with everything that had happened in his life these last few years since the 40s.
Steve seemed to calm him down, when the blond turned to look at you he had a smile on his lips, he looked like a proud older brother.
As you walked down the stairs you wondered how you had really gotten to this day, and the truth is that the whole series of events had been very convoluted and fun...
Or at least now that you were feeling better.
You had been depressed for a couple of months and it was because your boyfriend with whom you had been in a relationship for five years had broken up with you overnight with a simple message:
"I can't keep doing this, forgive me."
Your eyes began to fill with tears as you continued reading as best you could:
"I owe you what I am today. And it hurts me to tell you this, I don't know, I feel like I'm really screwing up by leaving all these years behind." Your tears no longer let you see, your vision was blurred. "But I want to make that decision and continue alone from now on. Maybe we can be friends in the future."
Bastard. You thought to yourself, it was obvious that there was something strange about his behavior after you both had your last movie date, but you decided not to listen to your intuition even though Natasha had warned you.
"I don't know, honey, I think you should be prepared…" Natasha sat on your bed and sighed, taking one of your pillows in her hands, and noticing one of the photographs you had on your wall where you and your now ex boyfriend ex-boyfriend, were at a Coney Island fair with ice cream on your faces.
"But Nat…" You said while shaking your head. You were delusional, without a doubt. "We've been together for five years, I don't think we'll break up. He's just a little stressed because his business isn't going well."
There were times where your ex-boyfriend would disappear for weeks, claiming that he was busy working or trying to run his business (a music store that his grandfather had owned for many years) and sometimes when you logged on to social media after work, you would notice that he was still online sharing posts or tweeting, although he didn't respond to your chat.
Sometimes he'd leave you on 'read' or sometimes he just wouldn't seem to open the chat, which was… strange.
Until it happened.
Even the final message of that long paragraph of excuses had a rather late apology that said:
"I'm very sorry, not only for the moment in which I'm telling you all this. But also for what I've put you through and how I treated you, not speaking to you for weeks and then coming to you to write all this shit."
That last message definitely led to long hours of crying, especially at night in your room at the Avenger Compound, not wanting to leave your room, maybe just to eat with everyone or for missions, and then return to your room.
You were even more temperamental during missions, you hit harder and you were even more reckless, which Bucky noticed immediately, he knew that attitude and hatred.
The first thing Nat, Wanda, and Maria Hill did when they found out was bring you ice cream and have a girls' night out, which ended relatively well, at least until Wanda put on a movie and the guy's name was your ex's.
A couple of nights later you heard a soft knock on your door, you were crying as quietly as you could and you thought that maybe you had woken up Steve or Nat who were sleeping in the adjoining rooms, when you got up and opened the door, it was Bucky.
"Bucky?" You asked with some confusion.
"I… I brought you this." Bucky took a cookie out of his pants pocket, when you took it you could feel that it was broken. "I accidentally sat on the cookie while I was on my way here on the motorcycle, sorry."
That, even if it was something simple, made you laugh and maybe it was the first time in five fucking months that you laughed sincerely and not in a forced way.
Bucky after you thanked him, he nodded softly with a shy smile on his lips and left saying goodnight.
You look at Bucky's face as a smile began to form on his lips as you walked down the stairs, it seemed like he saw the most beautiful thing on the planet and he even had a small bouquet of flowers for you in his hands.
As soon as you finished walking down the stairs, Bucky approached you at the bottom of them.
"You look…" Bucky started to say, but stayed silent.
"Do I look too dressed up? Is too much?" You said nervously, touching your hair and ironing your dress with your hands at the level of your stomach, it had been Nat and Wanda's idea to groom you as if you were a little doll even though you weren't totally used to it.
“No, you look like an angel…” Bucky interrupted you. He continued to look at you with those blue eyes, it was a kind, sweet look. You felt your cheeks redden and you let out a nervous laugh.
Steve raised his eyebrows at such a compliment, and since you had your back to Steve, he took the opportunity to give Bucky a thumbs up.
"Oh, this is for you." Bucky gave you the small bouquet of flowers that you took carefully, they smelled delicious.
“James, you didn't have to do it." you said in a whisper, looking between the flowers and Bucky.
You didn't remember that a man had ever given you flowers before, your ex in itself was not a person to give you that type of details and you, sometimes, didn't allow yourself to receive them either.
But for some reason with Bucky, the fact that he gave you those details, it felt different.
“It's true.” He put his hands in the pocket of his black pants, nodding at your comment. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it."
That comment caught your attention.
Steve patted both of you gently like a father and opened the door to the compound, smiling.
"Have fun…" Steve looked at you and nodded his approval as if you were his little sister. "But not too much."
Steve looked at Bucky when he said that last sentence, that was definitely a warning to him, Bucky just shrugged and let you take his arm as they walked to the motorcycle to Izzy's.
Honestly, you don't know how it happened, but it happened.
You began to spend more time with Bucky as the days and even weeks went by, first he asked you for help to play a prank on Sam by painting Nightwing as if it were a stingray and recording it to show in the group chat that you all shared.
Then you would help him with technological issues or you would end up sitting in the compound's cinema watching old movies while you listened to him tell you things about how things were in those times.
And maybe some embarrassing stories about Steve.
You discovered that he was chivalrous, opening the door for you and even letting you in first by placing either of his two hands just under your back in a protective manner. Even when you had to take something somewhere he offered himself, not allowing you to do it.
Including the bowl of popcorn, because he didn't want you to get burned.
You thought that sometimes Bucky was an exaggerator, but you began to notice that he did things that even your ex-boyfriend had stopped doing after being together for a while.
When you and Bucky went out on the street, he always offered you his right arm, since he felt a little insecure offering you his left arm, the mechanical one. However, that insecurity started to disappear and then he didn't care which arm you grabbed as long as you held his arm when you walked.
The times when neither of you could sleep and you stayed talking, whether in your bed or his, he didn't fall asleep while you were talking about those topics that you were both passionate about, nor did he change the subject, he just watched you with attention.
Bucky even remembered the things you had said to him a couple of months or weeks ago and that you didn't even remember what you had said to him.
You were healing little by little, starting to be you again.
And somehow he was healing too.
If you were at one of Tony's parties or maybe at a mission meeting, sometimes you would look at Bucky when he wasn't looking at you, and the other way around would also happen, and if you caught each other looking, both would just smile like a couple of fools and look away.
One night you heard a soft knock on your door, you recognized that soft knock, when you opened your door it was Bucky again, but he looked different tonight.
"Hi..." Bucky said slowly, seeming a little nervous, his right hand resting on the frame of your door, trying to look casual. "I wanted to invite you to dinner, well, it's not really a dinner."
You could notice and see Bucky's nervousness when trying to say things as he had (probably) rehearsed them in front of the bathroom mirror and he added:
"Or yes, maybe it is, I don't know."
You interrupted his rambling with a smile on your lips, gently raising a hand to the level of your chest.
"Yes..." That's what you said, you noticed how his eyes softened at the fact that you had agreed. "Yes, I'd like to go."
He nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief, letting out a soft chuckle.
"So Friday at eight sounds good to you?" Bucky was clearing his throat, trying to hide his excitement that you had accepted dinner, you nodded. "Okay, I'll see you on Friday."
Bucky quickly kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and left without stopping smiling like a fool.
When you two arrived at Izzy's, Bucky greeted Leah with a smile, she seemed surprised but happy that she now finally saw him with someone other than Mr. Nakajima, especially seeing you walk in with him.
You and Bucky sat at one of the tables and you had a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you, but you weren't sure after all there were more people than usual today, it was Friday.
After a couple of laughs, drinks, Asian food and bad jokes, a few caresses on your hand from his you noticed out of the corner of your eye that someone was approaching the table and you swore it was a waiter.
But it was your ex.
“Y/N…” Your ex said in a firm voice, looking from Bucky reluctantly and then back to you. "What are you doing here with him?"
The audacity of this idiot. You thought as you heard those words come out of your ex's mouth.
"The real question is, what are YOU doing here?" You responded rudely as a frown began to form on your forehead.
"So you're the… man who broke her heart." Bucky told him in a calm voice, but he was really trying to stop himself from smashing your ex-boyfriend's face into the pretty little sushi boat that was on the table, because he didn't want to ruin your night.
Bucky slowly stood up from the chair, making your ex jump a little, maybe he was nervous with Bucky's presence.
And the truth is he should be nervous.
Bucky was quite tall, strong and even if he didn't have a vibranium left arm, he would have enough strength to change your ex-boyfriend's health status to deceased if he tried to go far with you.
And on top of that he had to avoid at all costs breaking the second rule that he had agreed upon with Dr. Raynor in therapy: No one gets hurt.
Your ex scrunched his face in disapproval at Bucky's words, not believing what he was hearing, but now you understood many things, you had been receiving notifications on social networks, especially from Instagram indicating that your ex occasionally looked at the stories you published.
Part of you didn't understand why you continued to have him on Instagram, perhaps because you used that social network very little, but whatever, now you understood what your ex was doing there.
"What? N-No, I was confused…" Your ex started to speak, he even tried to get a little closer to you, but he couldn't since Bucky gently moved his left arm that was covered by a glove. "Now my mind is more than clear and I want us to go back Y/N."
Bucky tried to talk to him by placing his right hand on his shoulder.
"Look, son…" But your ex just moved, removing Bucky's hand from his shoulder.
"Don't call me son, we are the same age, pal." Your ex responded aggressively, while rolling his eyes, looking back at you.
Very few knew that Bucky was actually 106 years old, which if you had been in another situation you would have found it funny.
"Look, I don't know what you've been through in these eight or nine months, but she and I are together, and she's not interested in getting back with you or anyone else." Bucky spoke in a fairly firm tone of voice, being respectful.
You began to feel anxious, you felt your stomach turn not only from nervousness, but from the embarrassment you were experiencing in the establishment, many of the people at the adjacent tables were looking towards you.
"Are you really going to throw away all these years together with me, by being with him?" Your ex-boyfriend spoke softly, as if he was trying to manipulate you. "Y/N? I know you haven't forgotten me, you still love me, I know that."
You looked between both men, there was some doubt in your eyes or that's what Bucky thought he saw in you, maybe it was embarrassment.
You got up from your seat and enter the bathroom of the place with tears in your eyes, on many occasions you had dreamed of something similar, dreams that ended in nightmares that you tried to ignore some nights, many ended with your ex calling you different things like 'bitch', 'whore' or 'ungrateful witch' while throwing things at you or shaking you.
You ended up waking up drenched in sweat many nights, breathing heavily and then crying silently until sleep overcame you, although those tears and nightmares ended up being silenced by Bucky on more than one occasion while he slept next to you, stroking your hair or hugging you in his arms.
You had entered the bathroom and locked yourself inside one of the stalls, you were hyperventilating, you didn't think the wound would reopen again, you really thought you were over that, you didn't know how much time had passed, you were just sitting on the toilet seat with tears in your eyes.
Until your train of thought stopped when you heard the door to the women's bathroom open wide, hearing soft footsteps coming in and seeming to have stopped near the mirror.
"Y/N?" It was Leah's voice, it sounded soft because the bathroom had quite an echo. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"
"He's gone?" You asked shakily, leaving the bathroom stall, as soon as Leah saw you with your makeup smeared with tears, she gently tilted her head, giving you an empathetic look and approached you.
Leah nodded at your question.
"Yes, between Mr. Nakajima, Bucky and I, we took that being out of the restaurant." Leah rolled her eyes, she reached into the pockets of her apron for a handkerchief with a couple of flowers embroidered on it and wiped your face. "I really thought James was going to break his face, I was already thinking about what to replace the restaurant furniture with… they are made of old wood."
Both laughed at the comment, although you also imagined Mr. Nakajima, who had a bad temper, pushing your ex out of the restaurant door.
He was a man with a quite volatile temperament, like Bucky's.
When you returned to the restaurant you didn't see Bucky, he was outside leaning on his motorcycle, you said goodbye to Mr. Nakajima who was also leaving the restaurant with you and of course to Leah, thanking both.
Mr. Nakajima opened the door for you and let you out first.
"Pretty ladies first" Mr. Nakajima said with a kind smile, which made you laugh, and that made Bucky turn his head to the door of the establishment and approach you.
"Are you ok?" Bucky gently took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
You looked into his eyes and you could feel that he was still upset by your ex's attitude, in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable, perhaps remembering your look of doubt.
You nodded silently. You had a thoughtful look again.
"Honey…" Bucky began to speak softly, lowering his hands to his sides. It was the first time he had called you that pet name since you had started talking and going out. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with."
You remained silent, listening to what he had to say.
"I have nightmares at night, I have anger issues, I'm 106 years old…" Bucky chuckled, looking away from your eyes for a moment to see a couple of people crossing the street during the lonely night. "Even other problems, especially because of my past, so I will totally understand if you want to get back with him."
You didn't know what your expression really was, but Bucky seemed surprised as he looked back at you.
"What? I said something wrong?" Bucky asked, maybe you looked at him like he was crazy.
"I'm really going to have to talk to Dr. Raynor." You said nodding with a smile on your lips.
Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't understand what the mention from his psychologist that he was seeing it had to do with this conversation.
“Oh please…” You rolled your eyes, sometimes you forgot that Bucky was born before penicillin. "It means that I'd be crazy if you think I'm going to choose my ex. I like you, James B-"
Bucky leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours and bringing his hands back to your face, your eyes instinctively closed, enjoying the kiss which became more intense and then you both separated, gasping for air, without saying a word...
You two now knew how the other felt.
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It’s November, and around my house that means I’m getting into gear with all of my Holiday and Winter Cards! This time of year is always rough for me, but one thing that always makes me happy are Christmas and Winter cards. This is my 9th year doing this, which is hard to believe, but I’m crazy excited to be able to continue the tradition this year, and I'm doing so with something new!
The cards are in the process of being made entirely by me, as always, but this year I'm also trying my hand at watercolors so every card will be unique with a bit of art that is hopefully not horrible adorning the front hehe
I'm still making them, but the rainbow trees in the banner are a preview of the art that will be featured on most of the cards and then I will add my personalized messages and send them filled with all of my love and good vibes! I can't do that without some important information from YOU though! So...
WANT A CARD? HURRAY! Here's how it works.
As stated above, I'm still working on the cards and they might not be sent out in time for Christmas, but they will all be mailed, I promise! haha
Through the rest of the month of November and maybe a little into December, I’ll gather addresses and finish the cards so I can start writing out the cards ASAP. Life happens, so the cards might not all make it to you before the new year, but I’m going to try my best to make it happen! Even if my goal of mailing them in early December doesn’t happen, you’ll definitely get a card at some point if you claim one.
HERE’S WHAT I NEED FROM YOU.
I’ll be collecting addresses using this google form. It’s pretty straight forward, but on the form I will be asking for:
Your address (I will mail them internationally). PLEASE write it out exactly as you would on an envelope, line breaks and all! I’ve had some cards get returned to me in the past because I guessed where the line breaks should be, and I guessed incorrectly, so to avoid that I’d love it if you could tell me where the line breaks are
The name you want me to use for the address as well as the name you would like me to write inside the card. For many, the name will be the same, but for others, it will be different, so to account for that, I’ll have an option for both.
Your tumblr URL. This is just so I can reach out to you if there are any issues.
Your preference in card. I will mostly be making rainbow pride trees affixed to Christmas or winter themed paper, but in case you need your cards to be holiday and rainbow free, I am going to be attempting some winter tree cards as well.
And that’s it! There aren’t any other stipulations or requirements. We don’t need to be mutuals, you don’t even need to be following me or in the fandom tbh. You just need to want a homemade card from me to hopefully bring you some cheer!
Even if you aren’t interested in a card for yourself, please reblog this post and help me spread the word. I would greatly appreciate it!
Thank you, and Happy November!
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Chapter 2: Taste
Javier Peña x f!reader / (4,750)
Summary: You flirt with the man next door, and your legs end up around his shoulders. Bar fights, smut, and Javier Peña; what else does a chapter need?
Notes: Helllo, readers! I am so excited to be able to post Chapter 2 so soon. I'm having so much fun writing my first series! You finally get a taste ( hehe ) of the smut that will increasingly show up throughout the series. I encourage you to message me or comment below on what you did/did not like in this new chapter. I'm still figuring out this whole fac fiction writing process, so I'd appreciate any advice you could give me. And as always, my inbox is open to any requests for what you want to see in the upcoming chapters.
Disclaimer: This series is for adults only! (18+)
Warnings: fight scene and explicit sexual material
Without breaking eye contact with Javier in the window across you, you lift your hand to your chest and hook a finger under the strap of your tank top. You can feel the nerves swirling in your stomach, but before you talk yourself out of it, you slip your strap off your shoulder. Then, you reach across and do the same to the other.
Across the way, Javier’s eyes are pinned on you, unmoving. As you reach down with both hands and begin to lift your tank top over your head, you see his breath catch. Your shirt lifts overhead, exposing your black lace bra and the planes of your abdomen. You drop the shirt on the floor and wait for his reaction.
What you want to see is desire in his eyes, but he still stands there frozen with a hard-to-read expression on his face. Desperate for him to look at you like he did in the bar earlier tonight, you decide to keep going.
You hook your thumbs in your skirt's waistband to slowly shimmy it down your legs and step out. You stand back up with your body mostly exposed now, save for your bra and matching black lacey underwear.
You look back across the street, and to your delight, you see a change in his expression. Javier’s eyes travel down and back up your body with his brows knit together, and he takes a heaving breath that expands his broad chest, then exhales. From this distance, it's hard to be sure, but you think you see a world slip out between his lips as his fists bunch at his side.
The thought of him getting turned on from watching you brings heat to your skin. You feel your face flush and a vague ache between your legs.
Admittedly, you didn’t think very far ahead before you began whatever the hell kind of show you started putting on for the man next door. You could stop. You could end it right now before things go further and close the blinds. Or you could keep going to see if you can make Javier unravel at the sight of you.
Having aroused yourself just as much as you hoped to have done to Javier, you decide to keep going. The unabashed confidence you started with is starting to wane, however. Either because the buzz of the alcohol is beginning to fade or because this is the boldest thing you’ve ever done. You turn your back to the window, but you don’t leave. Instead, you reach around and undo the clasps of your bra and let it fall to the floor.
After a steeling breath, you turn around to face the window again, but your heart sinks when you notice Javier is no longer there. Across the street, his blinds are closed, and his lights are off, leaving you alone again.
Did you get the wrong idea? Was he not interested, and you just made a fool of yourself? Had you made him uncomfortable with what you'd just done? A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you realize things have gone terribly wrong. You reach up to snap the blinds closed and stand there momentarily.
You can't take back what you’ve done but can go to sleep and wake up tomorrow pretending like tonight never happened. You can avoid Javier like the plague and never open those blinds again. You think this to yourself as you turn out the lights and get into bed for the night.
Tossing and turning, you replay the night in your head to figure out where the hell things went wrong.
You should have known a man like that wasn’t interested in a girl 20 years younger. Yet, you could have sworn you sensed something between the two of you at the bar. It must have been your own attraction to him clouding your judgment.
You can’t believe his effect on you in those brief moments together. The sweep of his dark hair and the smell of whiskey on his breath. The velvet gruff of his voice and the piercing gaze of his soft and fierce brown eyes. Still thinking of Javier, eventually, you drift off to sleep.
Waking up the morning after was not pleasant, not at all. You aren’t hungover, but something far, far worse. The electricity of the night before was gone entirely, and you have a pit in your stomach thinking about what you did.
You feel so stupid for thinking that you could pull off something like that. You aren’t sure where the confidence came from facing a man like that. Yeah, you were tipsy, but it's hard for you to break out of your shell even then. Whatever it was, it's gone now. Back to your old self, shy and demure. Unsure of yourself and confused.
You let out a breath and kick those thoughts out of your head. Ready to move past the events of last night, you roll out of bed and pad across the bedroom into your bathroom. You turn on the shower and step into the hot water, letting it wash away your troubles. Even after washing your hair and scrubbing your body, you stand there until the bite of the warm water fades and starts to cool. Eventually, you turn the water off and step out to wrap a towel around yourself.
Feeling refreshed, you return to your bedroom to prepare for the day. Avoiding looking at the window and avoiding thinking about the man in the bedroom past it, you go to your closet to select an outfit for the day. You settle on an oversized grey shirt, then grab a pair of underwear from your dresser to step into.
You spend the day picking up around the apartment with some reality TV show playing in the background. The light from the floor-to-ceiling window across from you brightens the space. Three stories below, you can see the hustle and bustle of the streets of Austin. By evening, your belongings are as clean and organized as they will get, so you settle on the couch to read your book.
Usually, romance stories are your perfect escape, but today, not so much. You can’t get through the scenes without picturing Javier's large, rough hands sliding up your legs or the warm touch of his lips grazing yours. You can't get him out of your head. As the protagonist melts under her lover's touch, you do the same under the phantom hands of Javier.
You snap the book shut and place it on the coffee table before the couch. You need to stop fantasizing about this man you barely know. A man who is clearly not interested and who you embarrassed yourself in front of. You let out a huff of frustration and pick up your phone.
The screen says 6 p.m., so you order dinner, not feeling like going out after the night you had. Your Chinese takeout is left at your apartment door an hour later, and you bring it inside. You settle on the couch to eat and watch one of your favorite movies, Bridget Jonne’s Diary.
Eventually, the movie ends, dinner is finished, and you check the time. It's only 9:30. It’s 9:30 on a Saturday night, and you are in pajamas, stuffing your face, watching romcoms alone. You don’t want this to be how you spend your first weekend in your new city. You were so excited to move to downtown Austin and experience all it offers.
That’s it, you decide. You won't be a prisoner in your own home. You're going out and don’t care if you run into a particularly broody, gold-skinned, dark-haired man. You get off the couch and march into your bathroom, determined to go full glam for your night out like you did in college.
Two hours later, your hair falls in long curls down your back, and you look in the mirror to assess your work. Your eyes look big and bright thanks to the mascara and thin line of eyeliner. Your cheeks are rosy, and your skin flawless, with some freckles peeking through the light layer of foundation you smoothed on. You add a sheer gloss to your lips and determine you are done.
Having changed out of your oversized t-shirt from earlier, you are now wearing your favorite little black dress. It’s a satin, lace trim mini dress with a small slit on the upper thigh. The lace lining of the V-neck bust perfectly frames your chest, making it look full and perky. The satin fabric flows down your body in a way that accentuates your waist but still flows freely enough to be comfortable and falls at your upper thigh.
You stash your lip gloss, phone, and wallet into a small black handbag, slip into some short, strappy black heels, and then head out your door. You exit the apartment building and pause as you step onto the street. Your eyes dart around, searching for a familiar figure, but you sigh in relief when you see that the coast is clear.
An hour later, you find yourself dancing with a group of girls you became best friends with in the bar bathroom. Eventually, after several drinks and dancing until your feet hurt, you hug the girls goodbye and decide to seek out a dive bar for a more chill environment.
You walk down the street until you find an old-looking bar with a neon sign buzzing above the door. There isn’t a line of drunk young patrons waiting to enter like at the popular places you walked by earlier, so you decide this is where you'll end the night.
You walk into the unglamorous bar featuring dim lighting, shabby décor, and neon beer signs with the tang of cigarette smoke in the air. Definitely not your usual place, but you won't stay for long. There is a hum of steady chatter throughout the bar. Most of the patrons are men playing pool or darts. It's definitely a place for locals; everyone is dressed in jeans and T-shirts, so you stick out like a sore thumb.
You sit at the bar in the back and face the wall of assorted liquor bottles. You order a cranberry vodka from the seedy old bartender. He eyes you suspiciously but says nothing about you being out of place here. A couple sips into your drink, a group of younger patrons crowd the bar and take up the stools next to you.
It’s three guys, older than you but not by much. You noticed them when you walked in; their heads had turned, and you felt their eyes on you as you walked to the bar. The one on the stool to your right is wearing old, faded jeans, dirty boots, and some old band t-shirt. He is tall and stocky with light brown hair that falls to his shoulders underneath a baseball hat. The two on the stools to your left are shorter, nearly your height, have dark hair and seem like brothers.
The tall guy to your right introduces himself and his friends. “Hey, pretty thing, what are you doing at our bar?” he slurs your way.
“Your bar?” you ask and shrink back when he leans in to talk to you.
“My name is Trent, and those are my buddies, Ryan and Alex,” he says, motioning to the two sitting on your left. “We’ve never seen you here before.”
Feeling slightly uncomfortable now at their closeness, you stiffen and respond, “I’ve never been here before, but I'm just finishing my drink and going home.”
“Oh, come on, sweetheart, why don’t you stay a while?” he says, leaning forward to put a hand on your knee. “We’ll keep you company.”
“No, I’m pretty tired, and my friends are waiting for me. I should probably head out now.” You say and stand to rid yourself of his hand on your leg.
Before you can leave your seat, Ryan's hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back down. “I said you should stay,” he says coldly, staring at you with glaring intent behind his eyes.
At that moment, you feel a breath on your neck from one of the guys to your left. You can smell the reek of alcohol on his breath when he says in your ear, “Or we could go home with you if you'd like.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and lets out a bone-chilling laugh.
Your heart is beating out of your chest as you realize your predicament. Frozen in fear, the voice in your head is begging you to devise a way to get rid of these guys and go home. Before you can mutter another excuse and try to stand up again, you hear a voice behind you.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” the familiar voice rasps. You recognize it immediately.
The guy to your left heeds the warning, removing his hand from your shoulder and backing away. Your eyes dart to Trent as he tightens his grip on your wrist and sneers at Javier. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I said get your fucking hands off of her,” Javier repeats a bit louder and angrier as he steps forward.
Trent drops your wrist and stands to his full height, equal to Javiers's. You stand and turn to walk to Javier, but Trent extends his arm to block your path.
Before you can react, Javier grinds his teeth, throws a bunch directly at Trent's jaw, and connects hard. Trent stumbles over, and Javier kicks him to the ground before he can catch his balance.
Ryan stands with a liquor bottle in his hand and swings it toward Javier's head. Javier evades the blow and grabs the assailant's arm, twisting it to release a crack and yelp of pain from the man. Ryan drops the liquor bottle to the floor with a crash, and the amber-colored liquor bleeds across the floor. Holding his arm in pain, Ryan shrinks away from Javier and looks toward Alex.
Alex stands and begins to take a step toward Javier, but their eyes meet, and Javier growls out, “Take another step, and I'll break your fucking arm too.” Alex pauses, debating what to do. They stare each other down, but the look of cold, calm rage on Javier's face freezes Alex to his spot. Instead, he bends down to pick up a chunk of broken glass from the liquor bottle and turns toward you.
“This is all your fault, coming here dressed like a slut just to tease us.” He sneers at you and swipes in your direction with the shard of glass. As you brace yourself for impact, Javier throws his body between yours and the other man’s.
The broken glass cuts into his outstretched arm, leaving a 4-inch-long slice into his forearm. As blood trickles down his arm, you watch Javier throw a punch directly into the other man's stomach. Alex doubles over in pain, and when he does, Javier's knee raises in a blow to his chin, knocking the man back onto the floor.
You stand in terror at the scene that has unfolded before you. The rest of the bar had gone silent, all eyes on Javier and the three other men brawling. Before anyone else decides to step in, Javier puts his uninjured arm around you and leads you towards the exit.
Tears begin to sting your eyes the moment you are both out of the bar and around the corner to safety. You sniff as they roll down your face, and you look at the ground.
Javier stops walking and stands in front of you. “Woah, it's all right, darlin,” he says gently. “No one is going to hurt you; you’re safe now.”
When the tears don’t stop and you fail to respond, he reaches out with a finger and delicately lifts your chin to see your face. You look up through your lashes with more tears welling in your eyes. “I'm sorry,” you say in a choked-up voice, “I'm so sorry for tonight and last night. This is all my fault.”
His brown eyes soften as he looks down at you and answers, “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” Your body hums in response to that word coming out of his mouth. “Those men are filth who can’t control themselves. I ought to go back in there and fucking make sure they learn.” He spits toward the old bar in a gruff voice.
“Thank you for getting me out of there. I'm sorry I ruined your night again,” you say shamefully.
His eyes dart back to you. “Ruined my night? Again? “What are you – “he pauses, understanding what you mean. “You didn’t ruin my night last night or tonight.” He says softly.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you say, blushing at the ground. “I guess I got the wrong Idea. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t.” he answers quickly, “I wasn’t uncomfortable, and you didn’t get the wrong idea.”
He breathes and runs a hand through his hair, “I did want you last night. Hell, I still want you now. But it’s not a good idea. I’m not a good idea.”
“Why?” you ask, looking at him again. “Why did you close the blinds last night, and why isn’t this a good idea?”
He takes a breath. “Because,” he says and growls, eyes ablaze, “If I had watched one more fucking second of you last night, I would have shown up at your door to rip the rest of your clothes off.”
You stare in stunned silence.
“And this isn’t a good idea,” he continues, “because I’m not good for you. I’ve done things you wouldn’t understand, and it changed me. I used to be good, but not anymore. I can't be what you need, what you deserve. You saw all that I am good for tonight in that bar.” He says sadly.
“I don’t believe that,” you finally say under your breath.
The conversation ends without much else being said. Like the night before, Javier walks you to your apartment building and goes to leave after asking if you are okay one last time. As he turns to walk away, you reach out and grab his hand. Turning over his arm, you stare at the cut, which has stopped bleeding by now.
“What about you, Javier? Are you okay?” you ask.
He turns to you and answers, “Yeah, it's nothing.”
“Will you at least let me clean and bandage it for you? I can even get the blood out of your shirt before it stains,” you say, gesturing to the drops of blood on his tan, short-sleeved button-up.
He stands there, debating whether to take you up on your offer.
“Please,” you say, “It will make me feel better to do something for you after what you did for me tonight.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, stepping toward you. “But if that’s what you want.”
“Yeah, come on,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him inside before he can change his mind. “I’ll be quick.”
Once inside your apartment, you sit Javier on the couch. “I'll be right back,” you say as you kick off your heels and go to warm a washcloth to clean his cut. When you return to the couch, there is silence between you as you kneel before him, gently wiping the blood crusted on his arm.
You finish cleaning the cut and wrap a bit of gauze around it. Finished with the first task, you stand saying, “Take off your shirt,” and look down at him sitting on the couch.
A muscle feather in his jaw. “What?” he grounds out in a husky tone.
“The blood won't come out if we don’t treat that stain soon. Give me your shirt, and I’ll throw it in the wash.” You explain.
“Right,” he says. He stands up off the couch, close enough to touch. He unbuttons his shirt, exposing more of his smooth golden skin with each button undone. You can't help but stare at the lines of his broad chest and muscled arms as he shrugs out of the shirt and hands it over to you.
Without saying a word, you walk it over to the washing machine in the back, toss in some stain remover, set the wash to cold, and press start.
When you return to the living room, Javier is still standing, shirtless, in his tight dark wash jeans and boots. You can't help but rake your eyes up and down his body and gulp. He does the same, eyes washing over you in your short black dress, walking towards him.
You approach him, and he says, “I should get going now,” motioning to the door.
“Or you could stay,” you say, standing before him, looking up. “If you want me like you say you do, stay,” you breathe. Cheek’s reddening at the bold statement.
“You don’t know how badly I want you,” he growls. “How badly I've wanted you since I saw the look on your face reading that damn dirty book right in front of me,” motioning toward the book still lying on your coffee table.
“Then take me,” you whisper.
“Fucking and fighting, that's all I do.” He says, hands tightened into fists. “I can't give you anything else.”
“So, fuck me, Javier.”
The leash on his control snaps. His warm brown eyes turn dark, and he grabs you around the waist, pulling you in. Hungry, he meets you halfway for a kiss that only ignites the fire inside you both. You taste the whiskey on his tongue, and his soft lips crash into yours.
Your hands find their way up into his hair, grabbing fistfuls. He falls back onto the couch, bringing you gently with him, settling you over his lap. Your knees on either side of him are dug into the cushions. He pulls away for a moment, and you immediately miss the warmth of his lips on yours.
“Please,” you whimper, begging for more. You drop your hands from his hair and move to drag the straps of your dress off your shoulders, but he catches your wrists.
“Stop,” he says, “It's my turn to undress you,” he drawls out, words dripping with seduction.
He guides your hands behind your back with you still hovering over his lap. Gathering both of your small wrists in his large, rough hands, he instructs, “Don’t move these,” and holds them there.
You nod in understanding, and he takes that as his signal to begin. With his free hand, he hooks his index finger around the spaghetti strap on your shoulder and slowly drags it down. His finger grazes your arm the whole way down, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He does the same to the other side; when he does, the dress falls and pools around your waist.
You inhale a small breath as your nipples harden at the exposure.
“Is this what you wanted to show me last night, pretty girl?” he asks, not taking his eyes away from your chest. You can feel the bugle in his jeans beneath you growing. The outer layer of his jeans is now rubbing into your wet panties.
“Yes,” you breathe. You can't help but grind into him, aching for contact between your legs.
A deep, grumbling moan of pleasure rises from Javier's chest, and he licks his lips. “You want it bad, don’t you, baby?”
Again, you can only produce that one pitiful word: “Yes.”
He stands, gathering you in his arms and twisting, now placing you on the couch. “Lay back,” he instructs and drops to his knees as he spreads your legs open enough to position himself between them.
Laying back against the couch with your legs spread wide before him, you lift to help him drag your panties down and off. He holds them, inspecting them.
“Is all of this for me?” he asks, referring to the dampness.
Your cheeks heat, and your eyes drop to the floor in embarrassment. Now he knows exactly the effect he has on you. You’ve been wet for him the moment you laid eyes on him.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, dropping your panties to the floor. He runs his calloused, solid hands up your legs from your knees to your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the couch. “More for me to taste.” He finishes with a devilish grin.
He hooks your ankles over his shoulder and leans into that spot between your legs, already slick with anticipation. His tongue unfolds and lightly drags up the center of your folds towards the bundle of nerves at the top.
You let out a whine of pleasure, hands gripping the fabric of the couch.
That sweet sound drives him over the edge, and he licks into you once again, hungrier and harder. You close your eyes and writhe in pleasure. He hooks his hands under you, cupping your ass to hold you still against his tongue.
You can feel the tension inside of you rising, burning throughout your body. At that moment, One of Javier's fingers replaces his tongue and slips inside of you. Even just one is enough to have you moaning.
He continues to pump that finger in and out while he uses his tongue to circle the apex between your thighs. You feel your breaking point coming, and between breaths, you gasp, “Javi- Javi, I'm about to cum.”
Instead of letting up, Javier crooks his finger inside you and finds that spot that has you reeling over the edge.
“I know, baby,” he says, looking up at you, affection in his eyes “cum for me, baby, come on.”
As the words leave his lips, you fall apart on his finger. Your muscles clench and unclench around him as he massages into you, letting you ride out every drop of pleasure.
“That's it, angel,” he croons, pulling his finger out of you, “you did so good for me.”
Still trying to catch your breath, you look down at him, kneeling between your legs. All you can do is watch as he slips that finger, covered in your slickness, into his mouth, licking it clean.
He stands, and you hear him walking to your bathroom to grab a towel. He returns and begins to wipe up the mess he made of you.
“What about you? I wanted you to feel good, too.” You say, sitting up and looking in his direction.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I don’t want to break you.” He says in that smooth voice you find yourself craving in every silence. “I enjoyed myself, don’t worry.” Those words reverberate through your body and almost have you aching for him again already.
With the tension expelled from your body and your muscles relaxed from the release you just had, sleep creeps into your mind. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and Javier can see it wash over you.
“Go finish cleaning up,” he says, nodding to the bathroom, and you're too sleepy to protest.
You start the shower and step into the warm water for the second time today. This time, though, you’re fast. You wash the makeup from your face and sweat from your limbs as quickly as possible while still being thorough. When you get out and wrap yourself in a towel, you stand still, listening for the sound of Javier inside your apartment. But you don’t hear a thing.
You crack the door and peek outside, confirming your suspicion that Javier is gone. He slipped out while you were in the shower, so he didn’t have to say goodbye. Your heart falls just a bit, even though it is what you should have expected.
Just sex, that was the understanding between you tonight and nothing more. He made that very clear.
Too tired to mull it over in your mind any longer, you turn out all the lights in your apartment and slip into bed. Just before you click off the lamp to the side of your bed to wash the room in darkness, you notice a tall glass of water sitting on the nightstand you don’t remember leaving there. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, and you click off the light. Darkness washes over the room, and you fall asleep fast, thinking of Javier.
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The Last Time.
An Abby Anderson "The Last Time" by Taylor Swift inspired one-shot AU
Reader is in her mid 20's, but this doesn't have any mature scenes.
Avoided the use of Y/N.
Abby might be OOC in some dialouges.
There are no specific features of the reader because this is just pure angst. :))
hehe grammar might not be oh-so-good bear with me plz 😘🤞
enjoy . (i cried while writing this)
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi! I know I just ghosted the very first work of mine (SHOT), but I had a huge reason for it: I am busy. (I actually got lazy and was mentally unready for the amount of notes that the social media au I posted got. I also was burned out from those types of au, so.... have this. A one-shot.)
Abby didn't notice it at first. She thought it was all normal. Burn-outs are normal in a relationship, aren't they?
Sure, the relationship was rocky at first because Abby told you in the first place that she wasn't ready for commitment, but she told you, "I'll do my best for you."
Now, you just feel like gaslighting your way out of this place because you are so suffocated in the room that was once a home for you, but now, you wish nothing but to leave.
She never told you that within that phrase, you had to sacrifice yourself too.
Three years had passed ever since you two were official. The first two years were fun, laughing while looking at the sunset — staring at her freckles when she smiled so hard while talking about your memories together.
And now they're all going just to be memories.
It's a Friday night, and Abby was supposed to be free. Abby was a neurosurgeon, and yes, the work is hard, but aren't you working hard too while also making the time for her?
And god forbid, but you hoped she didn't forget that it's your fourth year together. You wished that she didn't forget your anniversary again.
You called her and texted her again and again, but nothing. Three hours and it's now 2am, your anniversary has now passed.
Your tears were flowing and clenched hard on your shirt. It was a simple request, you decorated the whole place, and you asked her to come home early since she is off at work at 9 pm.
You weren't that hard to please, a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates — heck even a simple letter will make you understand her.
Still nothing.
And now Abby just opened the door.
Looking at her walk, she was drunk.
She forgot it again.
Abby didn't even notice you sitting on the couch.
"Oh, I don't know you are still awake." Abby told you once she noticed you. Your hurt crushed with the thought that she didn't even tell you why she was late and drunk.
"Abby, do you even know what time it is?" With all your remaining patience and love, you hid your disappointment and tried to understand.
"Sorry, me and my workmates decided to drink. It's just a fun refreshment." Abby looked around and noticed the balloons scattered on the floor.
"Why are there balloons? Did anyone even think of cleaning up? Were your friends here?"
Your eyes widen and tears started streaming down your face again.
"It's our fucking anniversary, Anderson." Your words were filled with anger. It was heart-wrenching, you wanted to puke right then and there, is Abby even your girlfriend anymore?
Does she even love you anymore?
It seems like cold water has washed over Abby, and she looked at you with wide eyes.
"Oh my god, I am sorry, darling —" You cut her off before she had the chance to continue her apology with the same reasons again.
You sighed loud enough and looked down. "I am done, Abby."
"I am done with us. Let's break up."
Abby's face froze all over, you couldn't see it and you shouldn't because you know deep inside you'll take your words back but then, you'll hurt yourself all over again.
And you were honestly tired.
"I can't bear the thought that you can just say sorry and then hurt me all over again. God fucking dammit Abby, this isn't even the first time you forgot an occasion about us. You fucking forgot my birthday last year and this year. And you know what? I forgave you because you were working that day. But do you also know that all of your birthdays were as special as mine for me? I took a day off to celebrate your birthday on that place you wished so badly to visit, and you remember what you did? You fucking yelled at me telling me you can't just take a day out of your work and even scolded me for using MY money. MY hard work earned money to make YOU happy." You cried your heart out, and the tone of your voice was filled with pure anger.
"You told me you never asked for that much, then what do you think what love is?" Your voice cracked and you clenched your fists.
"Do you even know how painful it was that you can never love me the same way as I love you, but have you even thought of doing something for me?" Abby's hands were now shaking, thinking what to do.
She never saw you this way. Abby never wished to see you and hurt you this way.
But she did, and she knew nothing could ever fix this, and that slapped her into the reality that she never deserved the love that you gave her.
The warm hugs that washed all her problems away, and your smiles that made her think of what life was all about.
Abby will lose it — she lost it the moment she entered the room without thinking of how important you were to her.
An apology will never fix this.
All that can fix this is letting you decide what will happen between you two. Abby knew she'll be left alone in this cold apartment you both called home before.
Frustration and guilt filled Abby's body. She lost you, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know which move to take while you were in front of her, you were not even looking at her way and waiting for her response.
Does Abby even deserve to tear up? Knowing she was the reason why the both of you are in this situation right now. Why did she lose the person that she needed the most?
How can she ever live with this memory of you crying because of her? And losing herself and you in the process?
"I—" You couldn't look at Abby, who finally spoke. Abby immediately clenched her hands on her chest, and tears were pouring all over her freckles and cheeks that you once kissed.
"Is that.. is that what you want?" You swallowed, and it finally kicked in that this was real. Abby is in front of you and was asking if breaking up was what you wanted. "Is that what you need?" Your heart crushed even more, thinking that Abby was probably loathing herself from the thought that you needed to go away from her to heal.
But it is — it is what you need.
"Yes." One word, one word that once made you and Abby smile. That one word that made you both official is also the reason why the formed sweet memories turned them into dust.
Abby felt her whole world collapsing. You don't need her anymore. She can't watch you while having fun, running towards the sun while on the beach, singing songs wholeheartedly on a random roadtrip, and she could never kiss those lips of yours that made her feel special.
She can't ask for your hand, can't hold you close, and can never make you love her all over again.
Nothing can reach the pain that is creeping inside both of your hearts.
"Okay." That was all Abby could say despite all of the words that were running on her mind.
"If that's what you want — what you need. Then, I'll give it." You felt so weak, so vulnerable, and Abby knew you hated that.
"I know my apologies wouldn't ever fix the pain I gave you. Your courage of telling me that was enough to make me think of how long you were enduring this." Abby sighed deep and was stopping herself from kneeling, begging you to come back because she knew you won't be able to hold back from holding her no matter how painful it was for you.
She never had the chance to take back whatever she had done, never able to make you feel the way you made her feel, and that is what will ghost her for the rest of her life reminiscing you.
"I love you. I really do, and I am sorry I wasn't able to show it because of how stubborn I was thinking you would understand with all of my work, and you did. And I fucking wish you didn't."
"You sacrificed a lot of things for me, and I — I can't even remember to celebrate your birthday and our anniversary." You finally looked at Abby, and she was crying. She was shaking her head, and you saw her trying her best to let out all of her frustrations.
"You deserve better. It sucks because it's true, and I wasn't able to be the best for you because all I thought was me. I was selfish. You weren't, and god, I hope someone will love you — " Abby was hating herself with the thought of someone loving you better than she ever did. All she hoped before was to be someone you can rely yourself to and now she is hoping you will never meet someone like her again.
"I hope that someday, someone will love you how you deserved to be love because that was what you did to me, and it hurts that I never made you feel that way." You sat down the couch, processing all of her words, and you cried. You both cried hard — knowing that she was right.
"I am so glad that I met you and to show how much I love you,"
Abby looked into your eyes.
"You can let go of us now."
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genshin x reader smaus i recommend <3
i think it’s about time i did this in case anyone asked me about smaus i am interested in or if you are looking for something to read:] i will be listing their titles, summary, and what i like! these are just the ones i’ve seen (or remembered).
good 4 u by @ilkuni — a xiao smau
lesson learned! never challenge hu tao when you’re drunk bc you’ll just lose and now you have to post a thread of all your exes as songs from olivia rodrigo’s hit debut album sour … or: “yn desperate much!” “yn still loves xiao? yikes! doesnt he already have someone new?” “stop ruining my relationship u bitch!”
i’m sure we all know this one by now HAHA rosie is one of the genshin smau writers i have seen that’s been here as long as me by now
i actually was really interested in this one because it was an exes to lovers, and you all know how it’s one of my favorite tropes hehe
it was very interesting because there was foreshadowing here and there and the plot kept progressing without being confusing
10 things i hate about you by @x-xxiaos — a xiao smau
after breaking up with his since-high school-girlfriend, xiao made a long list of things he should and hated her for, so he won’t fall for her again in case name tries to enter his life once again. for five long years, xiao did a great job at keeping name off of his mind, but what would he do if she suddenly shows up at his door, asking him to work with her?
i’ve actually never watched our beloved summer where this is based off of, i first thought it was the movie because i remember there was one like that
this is also an exes to lover so i really loved it HAHAHA eyn update when /lh
i like how xiao kept deflecting it and yn kept going but this is for my job i don’t like you anymore, the dynamic was fun
i think he knows by @daixuki — a xiao smau
you’ve liked him since the first time you saw him perform in your school’s battle of the bands. so you do what any normal girl with a crush does: send him cheesy pick-up lines through a dummy account. he never replies. until now.
funny how angel told me she wanted to write a smau bc of me and my anons and now she’s writing one t_t so YAY
this is the first one here that’s not an exes to lovers but a my friend likes you but you don’t know so i’m going to help her secretly
it also gives space for angst because dayum what if xiao is conflicted i love it
someone you like by @rrinsluvr — a xiao smau
even after two years, she still hasn’t moved on. all hope was lost until he sent her a text.
this one is during the pandemic so it makes sense why it’s a smau right HAHA unlike mine where they literally meet each other and still text t__t nothing i just found it adorable that way
the way there’s a kazuha leading man vibes here too makes me ueue because i love kaed
i think xiao is on point here or it’s just me but i really love the way he’s portrayed here
still have my heart by @luvinelysia — a kazuha smau
IN WHICH, kazuha’s friend gets into a fight with one of your friends OR IN WHICH, two exes meet due to being involved in a fight with their friends
right off the bat, yessss bc i have a cameo HAHA but my title won for this so you guys should check this out because there’s conflict here OH and this is an exes to lovers
also ely shows us salty kazuha here so if you like that then feel free to read this one because i actually like salty kaed
and that there’s a side of a xiao x reader here so <3 ok i forgot this was a kazuha smau ely really needs to make xiao stop flirting with me
21 days by @v3nicee — a childe smau
after being busy with their priorities, ajax and [y/n]’s relationship went downhill. 4 years after that incident happened their path crossed again, and now ajax pleaded for 21 days to win her back.
exes to lovers world domination because this is an exes to lovers smau HAHAHA one of the best tropes i swear
i like how childe is portrayed in this one and that he actually makes time for yn instead of being an ass and not trying to win her back
oh and the whole aether as the second lead part makes me cry because i am weak i love my twins yall i hope that we don’t keep friendzoning him..
lowkey by @ilkuni — an ayato smau
it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?
when rosie dropped this i was excited because i have never seen anyone attempting to make an ayato smau, partially me as well with a long fic because i’m not sure i’ll be able to play him out
the plot sounded good because i love those lowkey secret relationships IN FICS not irl i can’t do that sorry i’m loud irl i’d blabber my mouth
not the way i was caught in a chokehold with the recent updates of chapters 20 and beyond because of the arranged marriage
raised the bar by @skaramush — a scaramouche smau
yn thought she finally escaped the perpetual doom of placing 2nd after she graduated high school. but alas! the leaderboard has her name printed under another’s! a name she thought she’d never get to see again. better luck next time, i guess.
i haven't actually caught up with the updates in a while but i like the academic rivals to lovers trope
one of the lines i liked was when kuni found out yn was studying for a long time?
i alike that kuni isn't too offputting or too mean which many portray him to be as
f#cking bastard by @scarahours — a scramouche smau
getting off wasted at a party wouldn’t hurt right? that’s what college life is for - you study, eat, sleep and repeat. probably do something batshit once or twice. but who would ever know, it wouldn’t hurt right? so why do you suddenly find the social reject’s lips pressed against yours?
i don't think i've caught up with this one in a while but i like that diluc is portrayed as the ex because i haven't seen that yet
i like that the plot is unpredictable because i really didn't expect kuni knows yn
oh i also like that even if diluc chased after yn, she didn't agree HAHA
i think that's really all there is to this post! i might add in a few more smaus should i ever find some more:]
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okay but kalopsia's pet!! when she inevitably becomes pregnant, how will the alpha's treat her because ✨hormones✨
i absolutely love your writing and because of u am constantly in horny jail :) thankyou for sharing your works with us💕💕
oh bestie thank you so much for this 🥹🫶 I live in horny jail, hehe maybe we can be neighbours 😌
Long dark drabble below !! I guess you can consider it spoilers too🧐
you can expect lots of pampering, being overprotective, and still dark/mean !!
Since these men take every opportunity to fill you up, it doesn’t take long for you to get pregnant. Their goal is to eternally lock you with them, to claim you and besides the marks all over your body, they know that children will be a part of them that you’ll never get away from. They want a big family, to see you raise their children and give them more whenever they want.
And because of that, they also treat you differently when you’re pregnant. When you walk onto campus after summer break, now in your second year and with an unmistakable bump under your sweater, it doesn’t take long for the word to start flowing around campus—the Arcadia boys knocked up their pet.
If anything, people have different opinions. Some are concerned, others jealous, or ecstatic. No one would ever outrightly speak distastefully about you getting pregnant so suddenly, so young when you’ve barely begun your life, your post secondary education. And so early in your relationship too, you’ve only known the alphas for about a year and been mated for less than that, so the inevitable gossip blooms like a spring flower.
“They don’t deserve your tears.” Andy sweetly cups your cheeks, wiping away the droplets.
You’ve always been particularly sensitive (which made it exceptionally easy for them to claim you) and with your hormones, you’ve been all over the place. Last week, Curtis made you cry when he left you alone in the bath to get more candles.
At the time, it felt like the end of the world and admittedly, it was during crucial aftercare, but looking back you do feel a little embarrassed. Although your alphas have told you to be as free as you please.
Another hand grabs your chin, turning your to the side. “Omega, do you need me to repeat myself?”
You shake your head, blinking down at the yearbook in Ari’s lap. You point to the faces you remember seeing in your lecture, it was a group of them and you recognized them from a sorority on campus. They were sitting right in front of you and wouldn’t stop whispering and looking back at you.
“She’s already pregnant—jeez, I guess Ari’s family business rubbed off more than we thought.”
You ran out of the hall in tears, forgetting your bag and books until one of your alphas found you in the public washroom. All it took was one of the fraternity brothers spotting you hastily crash into the restroom, and a single text message to your alphas.
Steve was the first one to find you—the rest (except for Ransom) were a little caught up. Ari was finishing up training, Curtis was doing a test, and Andy was hosting a study group, but Ransom was in the same lecture as his adoptive brother.
Their phones dinged at the same time and they quickly collected their things and left their lecture within seconds.
Steve kicked everyone out and broke the stall lock with his bare hand while Ransom reluctantly stood guard outside.
“Who did this to you, sweet girl?” He was on his knees, one hand under your shirt on your belly and the other rubbing your gland. “C’mon, tell me so we can make it all better.”
You just wept harder.
He eventually brought you down from the closed toilet seat and into his lap. He kissed and licked over your spot, letting you cry all over his new shirt while anger bubbled deep inside him.
“If you don’t tell me soon—I’ll just go through everyone else in your class.”
“We’re the only ones who can make you cry.”
Ransom nods in agreement, laughing sickeningly. “I swear that brunette tried looking through my trash for my used condom, and I kicked her out on her bare ass. If she’s going to act like that—she can walk home naked like the slut she is.”
“Omegas like her deserve to be in those fucking programs.” Curtis hisses from your other side, nearly shattering the glass of water in his hands. “Stupid whores, as if they haven’t tried to get one of us to knock them up before.”
Their words weren’t comforting in the slightest, but you couldn’t help but feel the intention behind them, they cared about you, and they were pissed that people made you upset.
You whine, curling deeper into Ransom’s sweater in your lap. Your tears have soaked through the fabric, but the strong smell calms your nerves. “Don’t want to hear that…”
“It’s the truth.” Curtis replies. “And it further proves why they need to be punished.”
“They’re betas.” You whimper, “and omegas.”
“Not my first time hitting an omega.” Ari snaps the book shut and stands, walking to the front door with clenched fists.
You stand as quickly as you can, rushing in front of him. “They’re girls!”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He glares down at you, “and you don’t raise your voice at me. Ever.”
You now your head, “sorry, alpha.” You apologize, cradling your belly. It was early in your pregnancy but you couldn’t stop touching it, neither could your mates. “B-But, you can’t hurt them.”
“Did they hurt you?”
You don’t reply, heels digging into the floorboards.
“Did they hurt you, pet?” He repeats, an edge in his tone.
“Uh—” you’re cut off by his embrace, it’s sudden and catches you off guard, his hard chest is pressed against your face as he holds you tightly. “Y-Yes. They did…”
“Then, let me take care of it.” Someone clears their voice and Ari exhales through his nose. “Let us take care of it.”
The next day, those girls are missing from your lecture. And the next week is the same. They weren’t the only ones to whisper about you—but as you find the yearbook being slid into you lap once more, you feel scared but protected.
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Study Break!
Riddle & Ace & Chenya (TWST)
a/n: WOOOO another twst fic done! and its lee riddle!! surprisingly enough, i actually got a lot of lee riddle requests (which i dont blame u nom nom) so im planning to write those requests in the future. still, here i combined two of them so i hope u dont mind! this was actually meant to be posted much sooner but well.. got sidetracked. plus, i wanted to write another fic before i posted this one. (that did not happen) ANYWAY, enjoy!
summary: when ace is forced to study with riddle, he finds that things may not be so bad after-all when a friend of riddle’s comes to visit!
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“Urghhh..” Ace groaned to himself. “This sucks..” Slouching over his papers, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to his room and sleep for ten years.
See, it was his fault, wasn’t it? That he had to waste three hours of his day on schoolwork instead of doing literally anything else. It’s true that he did get a.. well, less than favorable score on his test, but no! What he blamed himself on was the fact he had accidentally let Riddle see it!
And now, he was here, in the Heartslabyul Lounge, textbooks as far as the eye can see (or really, only covering the table) and Riddle drilling lesson after lesson into his brain. He was sure that if he stayed there a second longer, his brain would quite literally melt.
He hated that Riddle was actually a really good tutor. This wasn’t Ace’s first time getting a tutoring session with the Housewarden, despite the other’s busy schedule. But.. he had to be in the mood to study, you know?
“Do you get it, Ace? This is important,” Riddle asked, causing another groan to pass through the freshman’s lips.
“Yes… but..” He said, knowing full well that he hadn't been listening to Riddle for the past five minutes. “Can’t we just take a small break?”
“Not when you haven’t been listening to me at all. Do you really think you’re deserving of a break?” Riddle narrowed his eyes, his arms crossed. Ace, on the other hand, averted his eyes after getting through his initial shock.
“So you noticed..”
“Of course I did.”
“I just can’t focus! It’s just one test. I’ll do better on the next one.” Ace shrugged, looking out the window. He could be doing other things right now. Should he just.. say he needs to go to the bathroom and just leave? No, it’s Riddle. He would wait until Ace got back and punish him. And no one wanted to be on the receiving end of Riddle’s punishments.
“But you didn’t do well on this one. Tell me, what will you do if this material shows up on the final exam?” Riddle questioned, doubtful.
“Eh..”
“Hehe, playing teacher?” A voice suddenly cut out, startling the two. Ace jerked his head over towards the source to see.. a floating head?!
“Ah! It’s you!” What was his name? Arte… Pinky..? Huh???
“Chenya,” Riddle sighed, then looked up, a glare directed at him, rather than Ace. “Stop using your signature spell to scare others.”
“Hehe.” Chenya winked, then the rest of his body appeared.
“Freaky…” Ace mumbled to himself, still recovering from his heart attack earlier. How did he get in here anyway? When did he get here?
“What are you doing here?” Riddle asked the RSA student.
“Can’t I just visit my friends~?” Chenya put his hands behind his head, casually.
Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m assuming you’ve already met with Trey then?”
“Nope,” Chenya started, popping the p. “I actually thought I was gonna see you two together. You two used to be like, attached at the hip.”
“We were not.” Riddle looked away.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatcha doing?” He said, half-walking, half-skipping over to the table. Sevens, him and Floyd would get along swimmingly— no pun intended.
“As you can see, I’m tutoring one of my freshmen. He got an unacceptable grade on his last test and I am going to ensure that doesn’t happen again,” Riddle explains, gesturing at the textbooks sprawled about on the table.
“Way to put all my business out there, Housewarden..” Ace muttered under his breath. Riddle pointedly ignored him.
“Looks like he’s been working hard. I heard him ask for a break! Why not give the little freshie one?”
“Little freshie?!” Ace can hardly be grateful for Chenya trying to convince the housewarden to give Ace a break when he’s called that! Still.. a break would be nice.
Riddle looks between the two, a hopeful glint in each of their eyes.
Then, he sighed. “Fine. I will permit silent reading for ten minutes,” He responded, at last, handing him an alchemy textbook.
“Eh?! That’s not a break at all!” Ace exclaimed, before he could help it. He withdrew slightly at the glare that Riddle sent him.
“Yeah. I mean, like, something away from studying. Come on, the Chenya is visiting, do you think I’d wanna watch you two studying?” Chenya whined, throwing his arms out. He seemed very.. mischievous. Clearly, this was not his first rodeo.
“And what do you suggest?” Riddle raised a brow.
“I know!” Chenya declared, like he had been waiting for it, then he set his sights on Ace. Ace startled when Chenya started walking towards him, getting closer and cupping his ear to whisper into it.
Ace lit up while Riddle grimaced. Ace looked at the housewarden, newfound fervor in his demeanor. Ace had a mission and he could tell Riddle was not looking forward to finding out what it was.
“What are you two scheming over there?” Riddle demanded and Chenya shook, like he forgot the other was there. Then, the same fervor was in his eyes.
“Get him!” Chenya shouted, suddenly, as if Ace were a soldier or a knight or… something. Still, Ace obliged, running to pounce Riddle. Riddle didn’t seem to stop him, even though he very well could have, so the freshman could tell that he was curious about where this was going to go.
Then, Ace wiggled his fingers on Riddle’s sides and Chenya joined in, tickling Riddle’s ribs and armpits.
“H-huh?! Unhahand me!”
“No way! You were right, he is ticklish!” Ace exclaimed, almost incredulously.
“Hehe, isn’t he?” Chenya giggled. And that’s when it seemed to click in Riddle’s mind that that’s what they were whispering about. Riddle bit his lip, trying to resist but it was all over before he even began.
“Lehehehet gohoho!” Riddle laughed, an unwilling blush rising to his cheeks. Ignoring all that Riddle was, he looked so.. cute and innocent here.
“Nuh uh! This is how I want to spend my break!” Ace started poking his fingers in between Riddle’s ribs, loudly and obnoxiously singing some classical music, like Riddle was a piano. He knew he would probably die later, but… it was worth it.
When he hit a particular sensitive spot on his ribs, Riddle actually snorted. Yep. Definitely worth it.
Chenya was squeezing Riddle’s thighs, lightly grazing the tops of his knees all the while.
“You twohohoho, stahahap!” Riddle cried, squirming and trying to grab his magic pen from his pocket. That is, until Ace started scratching at Riddle’s waist, grazing his sides just barely, but enough to drive him mad.
“No way! Not when I found out my housewarden is,” Ace started, teasingly. “…this ticklish~” He enunciated his words with a poke to his side, laughing at how Riddle jolted each time.
“Teehee, he is just as ticklish as he was when he was little! So cuteee!” Chenya cooed, his slender fingers exploring Riddle’s tummy and bellybutton.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Riddle screeched, his face bright red and Ace wasn’t really sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both. Maybe this shouldn’t go on much longer, he thought, thinking back about the times Riddle had used his unique magic on him. Riddle was better about it now, but he definitely still had his limits.
“Seems like you’re having fun?” A voice called out of seemingly nowhere. All three heads jerked towards the sound, spotting Trey in the doorway.
“Trehehehey! Mahahahake theheheem stohop!” Riddle giggled, finally giving up on trying to break free as he looked at Trey who chuckled in response.
“Alright, don’t you guys think he’s had enough?” Trey asked, walking closer to them but never actually stopping. Ace looked at his house warden and backed away. Chenya got in a few more pokes in before he stopped, as well, deciding to jog over to Trey.
“Trey! Your best friend is here!” He exclaimed, pointing at himself and winking. A fond smile made its way onto Trey’s face and Ace offhandedly wonders about the history between the three.
It is almost silent for a few moments, save for Riddle exhaling slowly and deeply.
“I hope that made for a sufficient break.” Riddle glared at the two, but especially Ace. Likely for giving into Chenya’s whims, which.. fair, but shouldn’t he be more angry at Chenya who suggested tickling him in the first place?!
“It definitely did, Housewarden!” Ace admitted, pushing any fear of retaliation that he might’ve had, recalling the moments just now. If Riddle hadn’t collared him, he must be safe, right? And well, it’s Riddle. Riddle would never do something so petty like tickle him back.
“Whatever. Let’s just get back to learning. And there will be no breaks until we are finished,” The Housewarden declares, sitting up to pick up one of the textbooks on the table. However, he scooted closer towards Ace, so that they were more diagonal than across.
Ace decided not to think about it too much. That is, until Riddle began poking him in the side every time he lost focus or got an answer wrong.
He supposed that this was what he deserved, so he didn't say anything. At least pokes in the side were all it was…
He shivered at the thought of Riddle finding out about how embarrassingly ticklish he was, but he’ll save that for another day! Now, he just has to get through this tutoring session… Ughhhh…
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland tickle#twst tickling#ace trappola#chenya#riddle rosehearts#ticklish!riddle#lee!riddle#ler!ace#ler!chenya#tickling#tickle fic#jai’s fic
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NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ❣️
tagged by @moonmothers @flymmcargo @kelemvorr @baldursgate2 !!!!!!! thank u so much.. u are all so sweet and thoughtful...
tagging @cetra @dandeyrain @princeofhags @mercymaker @lord-woolsley @hibernationsuit @alongtidesoflight @shadowcursedballs @tombtaker :D no pressure of course my friends! you may also consider this an invitation to talk to me more :3c
favorite color: wellow... ✨🍯🐝🌻💛⚡ i have loved yellow since i was very small my sister loved purple so everything she owned was purple and everything i owned was yellow.. and my room is still entirely yellow everything is YELLOW..... it just happens i gravitate
last song: uhhh spotify says i was last listening to last chapter in time, first chapter in eternity by VVN it absolutely fucks but bare in mind it might make you sad? tis music to make you feel and that shit always has different effects on people. OOP and spotify shuffle Just put on times change by umziky which is CUTE glitchpoppy stuff OH and spotify just put on higher by ia. which is vocaloid ur welcome.. this says how slow i am huh am i typing too much AND NOW ITS into the woods by phildel im making u a playlist
last movie: last movie i watched was godzilla king of the monsters with aisling teehee... every movie i've watched recently was with aisling... hehe.......
currently watching: WELL i was watching breaking bad but i burnt out around season 3 after i was binging it all day long and before that i binged all of desperate housewives all day long without any break so am i surprised i burnt out? no. also desperate housewives fucks
currently reading: uh i'm like always reading the six of crows by leigh bardugo i will open that book consume the Content and then close it whenever i feel like reading parts of it........ actually reading thru a full book currently no....not really but lets say crooked kingdom yeah
current obsession: mayhaps this question is pointless but i am deep in an autistic hyperfixation on bg3 which is showing no signs of dying down or stopping i will also say i am hyperfixating on gale himself and honestly my oc afhiri. and i think its safe to say illithids too i cannot stop myself from gobbling up information on them and i think about them just as much as the others ...........
sweet, savory, or spicy? i will sayy savoury!!!! i do like sweet but not as much . i am currently really obsessed with gravy..... not american gravy or whatever the bwi'ish kind.......... had to confirm that because i ain't got a fucking clue what american gravy is like . but i know its different!!!!!! due to my very english upbringing i never consumed spice ever in my life until i started to introduce it into my own diet a year ago and now i can eat things that say spicy just fine!! and they are very delicious. i really enjoy spicy noodles especially
currently working on: I HAVE TWO AFHIRI GALE FIC WIPS CURRENTLY ... :3c one of them is a cute domestic scene i'm writing through aislings influence and the other is a fat and large post game 3 years later fic that i cannot describe in any way than a psychological horror fic. :).....
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anon questions 💌: agere & speach (the misconceptions of little talks!)
one of the most popular questions i've gotten since i started this blog around five months ago was the comparison between how little talks & what the 'proper way' is.
so here are some pumpkin's words of wisdom <3.
everyone is different! ⭐
if you're just getting into agere & into the agere community, it can be hard sometimes to find your footing.
i've notice that a lot of people sometimes alter their regression & mirror other littles mechanisms that they see online because they think it's the 'certified little way' to act in.
but that is completely false.
no two littles are alike.
yes, they may share some personality traits- but i can promise you they regress & act differently to one another. and that's completely okay! regression can be expressed differently, there is no set way to do it.
so spend some time figuring yourself out & what makes you comfortable and stick to that! because it's your regression, not anyone elses. <3.
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little talk is valid! 🌙
if you're a little & do little talk or have a little voice then i'm here to say that you're completely valid.
i know people who do tend to be a target for the vast majority of people outside the little community, which is heart breaking <3.
just know, you will always be valid here & you are safe to regress and express it in anyway you want (as long as you follow and respect other peoples boundaries too!) <3.
remember that there is nothing wrong with speaking little, it's just another unique attripute to your regression! <3
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stuttering & other add ons are valid! ⭐
stuttering & other add ones are completely valid too! <3.
the reason i stand for it is because personally i tend to write how i talk. i used to get in trouble for it a LOT in school- so much to the point where my homework & essays had begun to get marked down.
but it's just a personal habbit i can't shake. even writing blog posts, i write how i'd say them- so i understand little's point of view when they include stuttering in their messages. sometimes we just don't realise it, or see the issue <3.
i know for others it can be annoying, but i doubt stuttering is coming from a place of hatred. it's just people expressing themselves how they would if they would talk to you in public <3.
& i think it's perfectly okay <3.
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have no little text? that's completely okay! 🌙
this one i struggled with a lot when i first joined the community, because it seemed like everyone had this little way of texting expect me.
through messages alone you can't detect my regression and it used to cause a lot of confusion with people & friends- and even made me feel like i was doing this whole thing wrong.
but as i got more comfortable within my regression journey, i soon realised that it's okay not to sound the same as everybody else.
thats just who i am & there is nothing wrong with that. both my regression & how i express myself is still valid, it's just a little different from the crowd. but when has different ever been bad? we're just unique hehe <3.
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little reminder! <3. ⭐
everybody is different <3
it's okay to not follow the same rules as others and to have your own unique & healthy dynamic. do what makes you happy! & be the little you want to be, heheh! <3.
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alright. second cup of tea ready, a little break from writing and proofreading, logging in to be greeted with many wonderful people and the wonderful responses from my dear moot, @fatuismooches 🤍
greetings dear! this lengthy post will be the response to your responses to my asks as well as your reblogs which have given me the amount of serotonin i desired to complete this wonderful night of mine <3 i am not at all apologetic for how lengthy this response is, i am deadass shedding tears of joy and expressed everything i had in an ask that tumblr had the fucking audacity to eat so .. yeah :) i just want to express my gratitude again as well as ramble along to the brainrot hehe ~
YES HE ABSOLUTELY DOES. to kabukimono, he'll ensure anything within his capabilities to see that smile he loves so much, the smile that brightens his day regardless if it was good or bad, the smile that makes something so familiar yet foreign inside his chest soar. whenever you're sad, he doesn't waste time in following his instinct of taking his veil then holding you close from behind, providing the feeling of his veil shielding you two from the world; like how your embrace does to him. i just envision him basking in the comfortable silence for a while, basking in your warmth with a smile until a short while passes,
“dear (name), how about you make us that tea you like?... hehe, too sweet or not, i'll have it, it's yours! no other tea is as good as yours, even if it's too sweet for me.”
he goes out of his way to suggest a usual activity you two have when he doesn't know how to form his words to reassure out of fear of messing up and making you more sad, but that little smile of yours as he suggests said usual activity makes him smile too and feel more at ease as well.
following on using that tactic to make you fold — IT WORKS IN HIS FAVOR SO MUCH IT'S ENDEARINGLY RIDICULOUS ?? like shut up ( i'm joking please don't ) you'd be like:
“nuh-uh. not falling for that.”
“but... dear (name)... :(”
“okay maybe i am falling for that. folding even.”
“ :D ”
and oh my god. kabuki being an absolute mess in the kitchen for the first few times he attempts cooking is one of my all time favorite things for him like IT'S SO CUTE FUCK OFF ;; not only cute but also relatable — cough anyways <3 it's exactly as you just said ( speaking my mind fr ) and honestly, i think it's very much in character for kabu because the writers cling onto the "blank slate" statement for dear life when it comes to describing kabukimono specifically. the kitchen being an absolute mess as he urges you to take a bath i am actually crying ;;
AND THANK YOU OH MY GOODNESS ;; i am so so happy that despite my sleepy self writing that, it still managed to deliver~ i am so glad :')
those references are to your kabuki series btw <3 i have injected a lot of what you delivered there for the baby boy :D and you are very much welcome for the kuni brainrot! that's my specialty ~
there's no escaping the "kuni is a little tsun tsun" allegation. he already pleaded guilty to those more than enough times much to his dismay
i would like to inject a hc here — walks with him around snezhnaya are actually relatively common! while it is rare for him to be seen outside of his duties, let alone with someone, usually preferring to stay in home with you or do his usual reading light novels of varying degrees of quality while having a cup of tea or coffee. but in that specific drabble, it's from a mini series that i unfortunately had to scrap due to how i have other three that are in production masterpost preparation wise so </3
but absolutely, walks in snezhnaya, either around town or even near the freezing sea of the land; it's a very common activity that he usually indulges you in regardless of how much free time he has.
that specific theme is going to be the main theme for my future series featuring fatui kuni so that means, i'll cut my rambling short :)
my brain and i appreciate the praise and regarding your excitement ME TOO ?!?! like omg you don't know how over the fucking moon i am just thinking about tomorrow that is literally going to be today in a few minutes time for me, it's crazy and this much excitement, while it is something i'm quite accustomed to because i am even excited on a regular day, is probably going to annihilate my heart in the metaphorical sense lolol
i'll give the name here as well as my reasoning for it: i named the little one izumi! reason being because that name means spring, and apart from the countless artworks i saw of the precious bean being surrounded by sakura trees, it's also because back when i did the third act of sumeru for the first time and watched kuni's cutscene very thoroughly and with lore crafter intent ( while crying ) i saw the little boy and his design, color scheme wise to be specific, and it reminded me of sunflowers. while doodling little drawings for the concept, the name izumi popped in my head and i was like "you know what? that just sounds about right honestly."
if you read the title for the seventh chapter, the name "kuzou" is not the name i chose, it's just a little trick of mine and because of a hc i hope to elaborate on in that specific chapter <3
as for the angst........ yeah now that i think about it a little more, i feel a tiny bit sorry ^-^
in all seriousness though, THANK YOU !! i am so glad to hear that you love it and i will be sure to not rush on it, pinky promise that i won't force myself to do beyond my limits! ( thank you for the gentle reminder <3 )
FUCK YES YOUR THOUGHTS DID MAKE ME THAT HAPPY!! receiving any kind of response on something i write makes me feel like the happiest person on earth because i LOVE listening to others' thoughts and feelings on something i make, or even in general in all honesty. listening is a hobby of mine one could say hehe
you are so real on picking up on how people contrast fatui and wanderer kuni — it's so fun and like ? just so endearing somehow ?? not really somehow scratch that it is endearing because watching him come so far is just the embodiment of (╥ ‿ ╥)ﾉ♡
regarding the 'nushi thesis ......................
oops ~
no but the way this bitch had and still does have me on such a chokehold for SO LONG and it resulted me to writing a fucking presentation; from me writing lore for his ass to writing about both small and big things about him and even picking a theme for him along with a design interpretation. it's alright though, king deserves it 🤍
and i am so down to write a little drabble about the eccentric squad being in trouble like it'd not only be funny but also endearing because i think we both know who would make up for the mistake they did and who wouldn't ( side eyes fatui kuni and kuro /lh )
as for us two — certified tea addicts /lh lovers !! we love to see it~ the way i actually can't survive through the day without at least having one cup is... well, it certainly is something lmao
goodness me .. this was a lot to ramble about alright but good fuck i am actually so happy :') this was and honestly is the best way i think i've ever spent a break i take from writing, i am practically smiling from ear and to ear and coincidentally enough i just finished my second cup of tea! this was an incredible fun ~
thank you so so much for the support and love you've provided me smooches 🤍 you are not only one of my biggest inspirations but also someone i cherish even though we're only moots, but i hope to become friends in the future <3
i hope you enjoy mundanities with kabukimono as much as i will enjoy writing it for many to see, i cannot wait to walk this journey with you and many others 🤍
— signed and with much ( platonic ) love, ayame.
#a cup of tea with; smooches <3#the way i had to hold back genuine happy tears because if i did let them roam i'd start sobbing.#i've already said my peace in this post for you dear‚ any more rambling will result me to repeat myself again :')#thank you an incredible lot. genuinely 🤍
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i enjoyed reading ming's timeline a lot!! ♡ looking forward to more posts about her.
oh, also. iread in her profile that she has anemia. was there an instance where she passed out during practice/performance? can you perhaps write something about that time? hehe. thanks!!
I’m happy you enjoyed it, these kind of messages warm my heart 🥺
Thank you for the request!
Lots of love from Jenny :)
Singing, Sinking, Dying, Diving | Ming Chapter
Ming passes out before the start of their concert.
January, 2020
''Alright, the performance team on the stage now please.'' Their tour manager announced, loudly.
The Seventeen members had started their North-American part of their 'Ode To You' Tour. It was a busy time for everyone.
They were doing a small run-through of the concert, fixing some things here and there. The set list was slightly altered and with their leader still on hiatus, changes had to be made to the choreography.
Ming had been having a rough time, the last couple of days. The company had put her on a diet again and mixed with jetlag, stress and fatigue, it obviously put a strain on her.
At the beginning of the practice it wasn't so bad, just a small headache. However, the longer the practice went on, the worser it got. Dizziness, pale skin, shortness of breath, chest pain, irregular heartbeat, Ming got the whole package.
Despite having sat down for 10 minutes, while the hip-hop unit went over their stage, she couldn't get her breathing or heart to slow down.
''Ming!'' ''Yerim-ah!'' ''Kim Yerim!'' She looked up, upon hearing the different shouts of her name.
She saw her four unit members watching her, waiting for her to join them. It took Ming a while to get up, Minghao saw her struggle and walked up to her.
He stretched out his hand. ''Are you okay?'' She took his hand and he pulled her up on her feet. She timidly nodded, trying to give him a convincing smile.
While walking towards the other members, he kept a hand on her back, a bit worried for her.
Jun, Soonyoung and Chan stared at her for a couple of seconds. ''You look a little bit pale, Yerim.'' Soonyoung noted.
She waved her hand. ''It's nothing, I just haven't eaten much today.'' The performance leader nodded slowly at her words, not convinced at all. Chan was about to open his mouth, but got interrupted by the choreographer.
''Positions!''
The five of them took their places on the floor for 'Lilili Yabbay'. It took Ming a lot and I mean a lot of strength to get through the song. The guys noticed, not just the performance unit members, but the ones watching on the side as well.
The song ended and she felt someone grabbing both sides of her face. She had been dozing off, so she flinched a bit. She tried to open her eyes as much as she could and saw Minghao standing in front of her.
''Yerim-ah, you're not okay.'' His worried expression saddened her. She doesn't like worrying her members.
She shook her head, which didn't help her dizziness. ''No, I am.''
''No, you're not.'' He immediately interrupted her.
Chan approached the pair, he gently grabbed her arm. ''Ming-ah, just take a little break, alright? You don't look very well right now.'' A hint of desperation could be heard in his voice. He was worried for his best friend and just wanted her to be okay.
''Can someone of the staff take Yerim backstage? She doesn't look very well right now.'' The voice of the tour manager could be heard through the microphone.
One of the staff members put her arm on Ming's waist and put Ming's arm around her shoulder. They left the stage and made their way backstage.
Mingyu had been sitting on the side of the stage, while watching the performance unit rehearse. He, like most of the people watching, was worried for Ming. So he joined Ming and the female staff, wanting to be some kind of help to the person he considered his younger sibling.
The staff member sat Ming down on one of the benches backstage and said she would get some things for her.
Mingyu thanked the staff and took the seat next to her. ''You can lean on me, if you want.'' Ming took the opportunity and put her head on Mingyu's shoulder.
''You've been working too hard, Yerim-ah.'' He said, ruffling her hair.
She didn't give a reaction, she just took in his words. She had been working hard, but so had the rest of the members. She even felt guilty for taking a small break, while the performance unit was rehearsing without her. I just have to push through, she thought to herself.
After a couple of minutes, the staff member made it back with an energy bar, water and an icepack, since it was very warm inside the concert building. Both Mingyu and Ming thanked her.
''You think you can do the concert?'' She asked Ming.
Ming nodded her head. ''I want to do it.'' She answered. Mingyu shook his head straight away. ''I don't think that's a good idea, you should rest more.''
She sat up straight. ''I've rested enough, I want to do the concert.'' Ming got the icepack of her head and gave it back to the female staff member. ''I feel better now, thank you unnie.''
Mingyu opened her water bottle. ''Here, drink a little bit.'' He handed her the bottle and Ming took it. She didn't drink much, but he was just happy she drank something.
''Can we have the entire group back on the stage, then we'll start with Adore U.'' The tour manager spoke through the microphone again.
Ming got up slowly from the bench. Mingyu had grabbed her arms, scared she might fall or something. They joined the members on the stage, who were already standing in their starting positions.
She saw the members looking at her with worry, but she gave them a thumbs up, trying to get them to relax more.
During the performance, Ming was trying to convince herself she was fine, but she knew she wasn't. She knew she had to take a break, but her pride and guilt kept her from doing it.
Her energy was completely drained. So when the song finished, she got herself on the ground, before she would fall. The moment he noticed her sitting down, Seungkwan sat next to her.
''What happened?'' He asked her.
Ming pulled her knees up, leaned her arms on them and put her head on them. ''Nothing, I'm just tired.'' She answered, still insisting that she was fine.
Jeonghan got down as well. ''Yerim-ie, we both know you can't perform while you're in a state like this.'' She knew he was right.
More members surrounded her and it suddenly got very overwhelming for her. She started getting lightheaded. Her body felt like it was getting heavier, she couldn't hold it up. She knew the members were around her, but her vision was getting worse and couldn't tell them apart.
Seungkwan noticed, this wasn't the first time. ''Guys, she's gonna faint.'' He warned them.
Most of the members backed up, realizing it was too crowded around the girl. Joshua and Mingyu helped her lay down on her back, not wanting her to faint and hurt her head.
Before losing consciousness, Chan had grabbed her hand, letting her know that it was fine, that she was safe.
Ming was diagnosed with anemia when she was a trainee, after one of the Pledis staff members had raised some concerns about the girl's fatigue.
She had been brought back to their lounge room, as the couches there were much more comfortable than the stage floor. She woke up about half an hour later. Then she was driven to the hospital to get a proper medical check by a professional.
Ultimately, Ming agreed to sit out the next two concerts. The doctors had advised her to rest for at least two days. She was upset she would not be able to participate, but she knew her health was a priority.
Pledis Entertainment issued the following statement on the matter:
''Hello, this is Pledis Entertainment. We express our gratitude to fans who always show big love and warm support towards SEVENTEEN.
SEVENTEEN member Ming visited the hospital after some health concerns. In discussion with the medical staff, we have decided that Ming should rest until her health conditions are improved.
As a result, we announce that Ming will not participate in the New Jersey and Chicago concerts of SEVENTEEN's world tour. Which are taking place on January 10 and January 12. We ask for your understanding.
We would like to apologize for causing fans to worry by delivering such sudden news. We will do our best to help Ming come back and meet fans again in a healthier state.
We ask for your continued support for SEVENTEEN and Ming. Thank you.''
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Weekly Update for 27 March, 2023
Howdy, folks! Welcome to the last update of March! Time really has flown, jesus-
Mind Games: Trepidation
Onto our favorite subject! If you guys haven't seen, there have been multiple edits pushed for mostly Chapter 1 and 2 this week! These edits have added new options to some dialogue choices, some customisation choices, and some variation to certain spots where I saw I favored sarcastic MCs over others. There have been a couple of grammar fixes pushed in Chapter 3, 4, and 5, but I have not done a more thorough editing of those chapters; after putting in some achievements, my brain kinda just. Flat-lined and needed a break, lol!
I have gotten LOADS done on Chapter 6! I am actually in Scene 3/4 for the rough draft, with about half of Scene 3's rough draft completed. Again, the rough draft is just me going through and picking one option for each branch and getting through the story so I know where it'll go when I go back to flesh it out! However, that's still a LOT of progress!!! The whole chapter is at about 5,600 words, and before doing the update I had started editing Scene 1 for a bit to start fleshing out so it's not so much work later.
A few things with MG:T:
In case you aren't aware, MG:T is only expected to be 9 Chapters, NOT including Interludes and the Epilogue. We are over 50% done with the game! VERY EXCITING!!! (Especially as I am ITCHING to get to book 2, lol!)
Chapter 6 is expected to be out in April. I will be releasing it in full as I'm expecting it to be a small to average size chapter.
I am always open to feedback and suggestions! Honestly, I would REALLY LOVE for you folks to tell me where you think improvements could be made or where you'd like to see more choices/what kind of choices you want to see more of. Be the change you want to see, lol!!
Remember: Every time an update is pushed, your saves will be corrupted! I try to push things all at once, but I never know how much I'll get done at any one time so sometimes I push smaller updates over a course of a day. If you aren't seeing anything new, it might be because your save is before the update was pushed!
I am still checking this Google Form! I am considering making one that is all about feedback and suggestions, and I DO check the one that's listed there daily! I actually have an active list of suggestions and stuff people have given me, and I do try to take the stuff you guys tell me needs fixing and put those fixes into the game!! Those of you who have answered the feedback section have been amazingly helpful and I appreciate it so much!!!
In case you missed it, I do have a page up now that has a list of all the free scenarios I've posted in the past and present, at least, the ones I could find! It also has a list of sneak peeks from Patreon I've posted! Some of them are a bit outdated as they're from, like, when I first started writing the game back in 2018-2019, but they're still enjoyable!
There is a poll up on Patreon right now that ends in 2 weeks! It's letting Patrons vote for which RO(s) will 100% be featured in April's scenarios for Patreon, and as a special treat, one of the 2 chosen ROs will be available to the lower tier as well! And, the lower tier can always vote in polls. The tier prices are $3 and $10, with $3 opening up polls, a sneak peek, discord benefits, weekly update+ content, and credits mentions (I will be putting every Patron I've had in the past in the credits of the game(s) they were supporting me during development!), with occasional monthly bonuses. The $10 tier opens up EVERYTHING I have, and everything that gets posted monthly!
I think that's all I got to tell y'all this week! See you at the next update! (Where I can hopefully confirm being done with at least one of the scenes in Chapter 6, hehe.)
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