#i do plan on dying my hair red again soon... | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

neoplatinum · 2 months

Text

we meet again | huh 'jennifer' yunjin

summary: yunjin and reader go on their non-refundable anniversary trip...as exes

pairing: ex gf!yunjin x ex!reader

themes: exes to lovers, miscommunication, discussions of needs, angst, fluff, suggestive-ish, paris!, sprinkles of humor here and there

wc: 4.5k

you stare into your cup of coffee as you wait for your plane to be ready to take off, the warm coffee is a nice contrast from the coldness you can feel from the woman next to you: your ex of four months yunjin.

she's been all frowny and defensive ever since you picked her up for the trip. her huffing and puffing and crossed arms and legs as she looks away from you.

you haven't spoken to her in months until you got an email that the trip you planned for your anniversary with yunjin sent a reminder email. you cursed your old self for setting up an auto-email service to notify her of the trip too.

then she texted you:

jennifer huh (ex): did you plan an anniversary trip for us?

you call her immediately, knowing you have to explain what happened.

"hi jen, and yes i did plan this as an anniversary trip." you begin rubbing your forehead as you try and weasel your way out of this awkward conversation.

"okay...it says here it's non-refundable." yunjin has always been quick at reading between the lines and you practically prayed for her to miss that portion.

"ah yes, well it is non-refundable." you fiddle around with a stress ball as she talks.

"so are we going?" yunjin cuts you off.

"what?" you sputter out, the stress ball that's been in your hand turning being smashed as small as possible. you begin pacing back and forth and even end up stubbing your toe. "fuck!"

"are you okay?" yunjin stops in the middle of her explanation when you curse through the phone. you mutter a quick yes and she continues, "well its my ticket, and i want to go. were you planning on going with anyone else?" yunjin goes silent.

"well no, maybe my sister but you would still have to transfer the ticket." you explain and sit back down, damn that pinky toe hurts so much.

"so it is my ticket." yunjin continues and you nod through the phone, "okay, i am going then." you groan out loud and yunjin begins calling you dramatic.

"whatever yunjin, i'll pick you up for the airport, i'll talk to you later."

leading to you both now sitting by the airport benches, both of your luggage separating you by a seat. all around you are families or couples headed for paris, when all you can think about is how soon this will be over.

yunjin is sporting her long leather jacket and her newly dyed red hair, which if you were being honest scared you when you first saw her. now all you can do is stare at how well it works for her, even near cursing her for still making your heartbeat after dumping you.

"stupid red." you mutter to yourself as you swirl your cup.

"what was that?" yunjin takes off one side of her headphones and leans into you.

"oh, just nice red hair." she nods at that and turns back to her music, plugging her headphones in. you scoff at the audacity of her. with that you turn back to watching planes, and hope that this three day trip ends quickly.

you're settling into your seat and ready to plug your earbuds in for this flight when you notice the couple next to you giggling loudly while cuddling each other, rolling your eyes at them two.

the girl looks at you and yunjin who has taken the window seat, "are you guys going to paris for your honeymoon?" she asks you while the guy nods excitedly at you.

"uhh, no we're not." you let out a nervous chuckle as the two begin going on a long conversation (very one-sided by the way) about how in love they are, and how they're going to paris for their honeymoon/anniversary. all you can do is sheepishly smile along and hope their monologue ends soon (it doesn't). yunjin chuckles next to you and you kick her subtly to get her to stop.

while you suffer through the long monologue of how they met, how many cats they raise and even drama about their friends, yunjin finds it hilarious yet sad, because honestly, you two could've been that couple, had you two not broken up.

-- day 1

"gosh! they talked my ear off, you know i downloaded like five different movies and a bunch of playlists for that flight, only to not watch a SINGLE movie." you begin venting about the couple to which yunjin finds amusing and pokes fun at you.

"that's on you for not knowing how to exit a conversation." she smiles as you both get a cab to the hotel.

once you've placed your luggage into the trunk and set off, you continue, "listen, i've always been horrible at exiting those situations, didn't help that they were both so enthusiastic."

"i know, it's how i got your number, remember?" yunjin says and you stop for a second, thinking about the first time you met. It was at a concert where she was next to you, talking your ear off about how much she loved the artist. she came alone because none of her friends listened to the artist. you, being the kind soul you were, let her talk to you through the whole concert, even letting her talk through your favorite song.

"yeah, i guess so." you turn away from yunjin in the cab, with the rest of the ride turning quiet.

"roses on the bed, and a single king bed?" yunjin questions as you enter the hotel suite. you begin to heat up, remembering how you specifically requested rose petals in the shape of a heart and champagne in an ice bath, along with towels folded into swans facing each other and kissing. god, the things you do when you're in love.

"ah! well, it was for our anniversary so i made a special request." you say really hoping she couldn't hear you.

"well, i'm glad i came, now that i can see this, i can make fun of you for being so cheesy," she says as she grabs the champagne from the metal bucket. "damn, champagne's expensive too. how much did you spend on this trip?"

she pops the champagne cork and starts pouring the golden liquid into two champagne flutes. passing one of the flutes to you.

"too much, had to dip into my savings," you say as you think about the credit card bill, a full body shiver running up your spine just at the thought.

she laughs and smiles at you, "well, consider me lucky."

you cough and try not to think about how different this trip would've been had you two not separated.

"i'm going to go wash up." yunjin puts her flute down and starts digging through her suitcase. you nod settle into one of the armchairs and turn on the hotel tv.

the shower turns on and with that you try to quiet your heart, constantly reassuring yourself that you will get through this trip and be able to be back at home away from an ex you're still in love with.

"what did i get myself into?" you groan and close your eyes, letting the sleep overtake you.

"hey...hey wake up." yunjin gently shakes your arm as you wake up from your nap. you groan and mumble incoherent thoughts.

"how long have i been asleep?" the grogginess is still settling into your bones, you open your eyes to the sight of yunjin wearing more casual clothes but still looking effortlessly beautiful with her wavy red hair and adorable glasses perched on her nose.

"long enough, i'm hungry, let's get dinner." she says and you nod, feeling the hunger from not eating on the plane and immediately falling asleep in the hotel.

outside, the sun has started to set, people are chatting and bright lights are adorning the streets. people are lively and there's even buskers playing violin and guitars, enticing the people to spare a few coins for their astounding performance.

you trail behind yunjin, watching the way she absorbs into the parisian night, with her film camera in hand and a smile adorning her face. it makes you yearn, yearn for another universe where you're hers once more. but to also yearn for answers of why she dumped you all those months ago.

"let's go in this one." she turns around and you're snapped out of your thoughts, she points at the restaurant and you follow her in. the smell of delicious food and the warm atmosphere is making you more hungry.

"right this way." your server brings you to your booth. and you seat yourself in front of yunjin, honestly something you haven't done in so long, that it's like you're falling in love all over again. the warm yellow lamp hanging over the booth makes her skin glow, and not to mention just her in general has your knees weak.

instead of staring at her like a fool, you try to focus on the menu in front of you. it works well because after a few glances at the mostly french menu, you're beyond confused with what to order. eyebrows furrowing and biting your nails at the french words.

"are you ready to order?" the waiter stands before you and before you can get out a word asking what these dishes are yunjin is quickly ordering her dinner in french and you sit there anxious.

"and for you?" the waiter turns to you.

"uh, this one?" you point at the menu and show him, he nods taking quick note of the orders before leaving.

you're back to the awkwardness of not having a menu in front of you to distract you from the beauty that is yunjin.

"so....how are you doing? dating anyone?" you start, trying to break the ice. you fiddle with your thumbs and avoid her gaze as she processes the questions you have thrown at her.

"are you kidding me? that's how you are going to start the conversation?" she scoffs at your lame attempt at having a serious conversation.

"what? i think those are reasonable questions." you mumble to yourself, feeling embarrassed you start drinking the water next to you.

"fine. i am doing fine and no, i am not dating anyone." she crosses her arms and glares at you from across the table.

"cool cool...." you trail off, trying to watch other people and feeling a little giddy when yunjin said she wasn't dating anyone.

the waiter returns with a basket of bread and butter, also refilling water cups and smiling at you both before leaving quickly. it doesn't go unnoticed that he keeps eyeing yunjin and smiling at her throughout the interaction.

"what about you?" yunjin starts with a slice of bread in her mouth.

"oh me, no not dating anymore, of course not." you let the words tumble out of your mouth, forgetting how you are trying to keep your walls up around yunjin.

"what do you mean by 'of course not'?" she questions as she spreads more butter onto her baguette.

you also grab a slice of bread and start smearing it with butter, thinking of ways to exit this topic as smoothly as possible, "just you know...not there."

she nods and you can see that she wants to prod more into why, but the waiter shows up with both your dishes in hand.

"for you madam," he places her beef bourguignon in front of her. meanwhile placing your seafood pasta in front of you. "and for you."

"shit..." you mumble as you stare at your dish, yunjin sighs but lets out an amused smile at the sight.

"of course you managed to order a seafood dish because you didn't understand french." she laughs at you, and all you can do is feel even more embarrassed from how this trip is going. "let's switch."

yunjin trades plates with you, your heart warms when she remembers your seafood allergy. you thank her sheepishly and begin digging into your dish. "jen! this is delicious!" you exclaim with a piece of beef in your mouth.

she smiles at you warmly and takes a quick photo of you, making your cheeks warm at the sentiment, remembering her habit of taking photos of you when she found you cute.

the waiter returns this time, but you look at him confused because you haven't ordered anything else.

"hello madam," he starts while leaning on the booth by yunjin's side, showing off his pearly white smile and trying to be suave, "how are you enjoying paris?"

"it's lovely here, thank you for asking." yunjin starts, you can only watch as the two engage in conversation, making you more and more quiet as time passes.

they speak about parisian culture and even share a few phrases in french that you definitely could not understand. you end up only focusing on your dish until he leaves much later. yunjin looks back at you and is confused by the switch in your demeanor.

yunjin goes quiet at the sight of you so down, so she also begins quietly eating her (your) seafood pasta, and as the time dwindles to the end. the waiter returns with the bill and a napkin that he slips to yunjin, it doesn't take a genius to understand what he gave her.

you huff angrily as you pay for the dinner. and yunjin follows you out of the restaurant and disposes of the napkin in front of you. she turns to you with her hand open and waiting for yours. you take it as you both stroll down the streets of paris with full bellies and a noticeably happier mood.

-- day 2

yunjin has managed to convince you (you really don't know how) to go and get caricatures of the both of you for "memories". you groaned at the idea, but there you sat in the small ratty chair in front of the french artist, and waited for this quick drawing. after a few quick minutes, the artist hands you the drawing, showcasing a funny imagery of yunjin stomping your head to the ground as your relationship.

"hey! you can't draw that!" you exclaim as you go over the painting, you can't lie though, the guy was talented.

yunjin just laughs and drops euros into his hand before dragging you away from the chairs. "don't take it too seriously, it's just a drawing." she takes the drawing from your hands before stuffing it into her purse and folding her arms with yours.

"so, what should we do today?" she says to steer you away from thinking about the drawing.

"well actually, i had an itinerary ready for this trip," fishing your phone out of your pocket, you begin listing places that you wanted to take yunjin to. "the louvre?"

she stops her feets and her jaw drops and you can see her happiness just overflowing.

"yes yes yes! you know me too well, lifelong dream to see the mona lisa." she says and you smile, remembering that's why you put it on your itinerary, and soon you're flagging down a cab to head to the louvre.

god, you're never getting over her at this point. you try not to dwell on that thought and instead let things come as they are.

she's busy capturing photos of the mona lisa and other pieces, while you are capturing memories of her in your mind. taking slow steps behind her as she reads through the description of each piece that intrigues her.

she's gorgeous in her dark green leather coat, red hair flowing down her back with her trusty film camera looped around her wrist. she looks like she belongs in an art museum and you're left wondering if you can ask the art curators to put a picture of her as a piece.

once you reach the end of the museum, you begin to realize there really hasn't been any piece that has intrigued you to look at, even when yunjin was admiring the mona lisa, all you could focus on were her gorgeous eyes.

that day, you hope that you can always make her happy, even if she no longer is yours.

"of course we have to go to see the eiffel tower, i don't care that it's cheesy and cliche, we HAVE to go." she explains to you as she's touching up her makeup again. the two of you returned to the hotel after a long day of exploring local attractions, but now yunjin is explaining that you two definitely need to go despite how tired you are.

while she goes on and on about the importance of a paris trip including eiffel tower pictures, you try to keep your eyes open. the warmth of the jacket that you still have on, swallowing you.

"okay okay, we should go." you get up and start rubbing at your eyes, even letting out loud yawns as you put on your shoes. yunjin finally takes a look at you and starts to feel bad for pushing you to do so much today.

"you look tired, we can go another time?" she starts, feeling embarrassed.

you grab a hold of the wall as you tuck the back of the shoe over your sock, "not at all, let's go!"

you look tired, eyes lower than usual. with a stretch and a neck crack, you look more energized and ready to take on the night.

"let's go!" you exclaim, opening your palm for her to hold onto. she can only smile and think about how sweet it is that you are trying to do activities that she wants to do.

"okay, let's go." she responds, your hand wraps around hers tightly as you both get out of the car and walk through the crowd to get closer to the eiffel tower.

while yunjin stares at the little lights adorning the eiffel tower, sparkling like the stars in the sky, you try and take discreet photos of her. thinking about how you are basically in an alternate universe that exists only you and yunjin, and soon reality will return with you alone and single. these photos will remain to remind you that this trip wasn't a dream, what little you have to cling onto.

she's enjoying the night breeze and the liveliness of the people around her, but you're focused on her. she's also capturing photos of the eiffel tower but taking time to snap photos of the people around her. until her camera lands on you, snapping a photo of you, taking a photo of her.

then you both move away from your cameras and look at each other, and time feels like it stops when you both just admire each other. her eyes become glossy and tears are flowing down her cheek.

you make a quick dash to hug her, holding her tightly. you feel her lay her head on your shoulder and you can feel her body wrack into yours, with quiet sobs and she wraps around you like she'll lose you too.

it feels like the world is crashing around you two, with her grabbing onto your jacket and pinching it so hard. you start rubbing her hair in the motion that you know will bring her comfort, as it has done many times before.

you must've been there for a long time, because people are looking at you two in sympathy, a traveling florist even hands you a free rose to cheer you up. you immediately slip the rose into her pocket. and she stops hugging onto you to see the rose in her breast pocket. she smiles a little, and with a shaky voice, "let's go back to the hotel please."

you nod and hold her hand as you two take the long way back. her hand is still very much holding onto yours tightly. and by the time that you two are back in the room, she drops onto the bed and taps the be urging you to join.

you slip off your shoes and jacket and settle on the bed, facing yunjin. she twirls the rose between her fingers and finally looks at you.

"do you know why i broke up with you?" she whispers, and your body has frozen up, yunjin kept the break up very simple. a single 'let's break up.' over coffee and then she left.

"i don't." you whisper back.

"do you want to know?" she whispers back.

"yes, i really do." you sit up and watch her thinking for a while.

"i broke up with you because i didn't feel like you loved me anymore. whenever we hung out it never felt like you cared anymore, you were even inconsiderate at times and i think, no, i believed that you fell out of love with me."

you nod, but each word cracks your heart a little more, thinking about how wrong each word feels. it simply wasn't true, you never stopped loving her and the guilt of making her feel this way makes you want to vomit.

"this whole trip, i feel like i saw the old you again, the you that fell in love with me and showered me with attention." she continues her monologue and breathes harder at the emotions that were being kept at bay. "earlier, when you were taking photos of me and i caught you, it was exactly like our first date, it hurt so bad..." and by now she's sobbing and you're sobbing and it's all just a big mess.

"it hurts so bad that now i know you never fell out of love with me. that i made a mistake by breaking up with you and we've been months apart when we could've had this happy anniversary together." she continues with tears in her eyes and she's holding you close. alternating between crying and talking.

you take in the words openly, understanding the position that you've put her in and how hurt she was by your lack of attention. you can't even deny it either, those last weeks before the breakup felt like a rift between the two of you, neither knowing how to go forward. with yunjin making the final and unfortunate decision of dumping you.

"jen, you mean everything to me, and i'm so beyond sorry if it feels as if i never prioritized you." you are also trembling in her hold as she listens to you, nodding to your words every so often. "i never and mean never fell out of love with you. i'm sorry that it took a vacation to figure this out too."

she stops completely and holds your face in her hands as she completely dives herself into a passionate kiss. searing her lips against yours and pushing you into the bed more.

"you're mine." yunjin speaks in between kisses.

"yours." you move your hands into her hair and pull her close, bodies molding into one as the night goes on.

-- day 3

three quick knocks disturb you from your sleep, you rub your eyes and open them to the harsh rays of the windows.

"cleaning service!" you could hear outside the room, and you examine yourself. naked as ever and clothes all sprawled around, yunjin dead asleep on the other side of the bed.

"shit!" you run to the closet and grab a bathrobe and quickly tie it around yourself as you rush to the door. finally giving one glance at the bird's nest of hair, you pat down the hair as much as you can before opening the door slightly.

"hi! um, we don't need cleaning right now, maybe later?" you ask worriedly, the lady eyes your bathrobe and your hair and gives a smirk before walking away to the next room. you cringe at the idea that she knows exactly what you have been up to and close the door quickly.

"phew." you are relieved that they didn't walk into you and yunjin butt naked for cleaning service. meanwhile, yunjin has approached you from behind and wrapped her arms around you.

"hi, come back to bed." she pulls at your robe and pulls you towards her.

"oh okay..."you're confused but let her pull you back to bed. cuddling with her feels nice and reminds you of the days you spent lounging in each other's place.

"jen! i cannot believe you!" you stand on the far end away from her, backing yourself into a corner.

"what? i didn't do anything wrong." she stalks towards you with a devious smile as she watches you examine yourself in the mirror.

"you mauled my neck!" you exclaim as you claw at your neck looking left and right at the damage she's done. yunjin rather looks proud of her handiwork and instead pulls you onto her lap.

"okay no need to be a big baby about it, let me touch it up." she pulls out her concealer and starts going to town on the many hickeys she's left littered across your neck.

you huff and complain while yunjin lets you drone on while applying concealer until you're satisfied. she doesn't mention the new marks she's dug into your back, quite happy that only she can see them.

you both set out for a much chiller day outside, leisurely walking in parks and chatting while enjoying the parisian weather. you reach a quiet spot in the park, pulling out a blanket and your picnic basket.

yunjin doesn't comment on the humongous scarf that you have wrapped around your neck, but it does make her laugh a bit to see it.

you two are enjoying the nice breeze, when you hear smacking sounds nearby. looking around, you don't spot anything unusual until you notice a couple practically eating each other's mouths off. a closer look and you realize you recognize the two as the couple from the plane into paris.

you immediately turn your head to yunjin, "pss, the couple from the plane is at my six."

she quickly whips her head around and lo and behold the couple is still loudly eating each other's faces off. she laughs at the sight before capturing your lips with hers. "we should beat them."

"jen noooooo." you groan and turn away from her, uninterested at the idea of attracting their attention. she simply laughs and continues to enjoy the picnic. the rest of the trip goes well, often sharing little tidbits of your lives in the past couple months without each other.

after enjoying your "anniversary" trip in paris, you both get ready to go home. holding hands and kissing through the cab ride, plane ride and even through baggage claim.

you spot your sister out front of the pick-up terminal with a big sign "welcome back lovers!" you groan at the sign, of course she would show up with a poster plastering you and yunjin's photos to pick you up.

"she knows we're back together?" yunjin comments in confusion.

"i didn't even tell her, she just kept saying she knew we would get back together when the trip was over." you hold yunjin's luggage as your sister tackles yunjin into a hug, spilling about how much she missed her.

"i'm here too you know...your actual sister." your sister simply swats you away and enthusiastically asks about your trip to yunjin.

you drive off with yunjin's hand in yours and a warm smile as yunjin talks about the trip to your sister.

a/n: i apologize if there's any inaccuracies about paris, i've never been 😭 this post was inspired by a fic i read a longggg time ago. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

#huh yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x you #jennifer huh #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #yunjin x you #neoplatinum

831 notes · View notes

xqueen-of-disasterx · 3 months

Text

Playing Dangerously

Paring: fem!reader × Natasha x Bucky

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, Dom!Nat, SwitchBucky, sub!reader, mommy kink, daddy kink, dumbification, oral, teasing, slight alcohol consumption, fingering, pet names,

A/N: I’m not really a shipper of this but friends with benefits Winterwidow is so hot. @syndote this one is for you.

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist

Don't get me wrong being with THE black widow was something many could only ever dream about but I had to admit that sometimes I felt like I never really got the chance to try different things. From the Red Room to S.H.I.E.L.D and directly into the red heads arms left little to no space for explorations of my sexuality. Sex with Nat was great and always left me satisfied but I couldn't help to wonder about the forbidden fruit, but mentioning this to Nat could lead to a hefty argument which I didn't want to risk; after all she was all a girl like me could want right?

"Bucky will join us for the mission" I turned away from the laptop screen I was watching an episode of modern family on (after spending so much time in russia I was dying to know what the American dream was like), I hadn't heard Natasha approach, spy I had to remind myself. "I thought this was gonna be a me and you thing" She chuckled leaning over the chair, swiping my hair over my shoulder, and letting her precisely painted lips meet the soft skin of my neck. "You know I only ever have eyes for you my little bunny"

I hummed as her sweetened words hit my ears, and made tingles run down my spine "I know Tasha" I sighed standing up but making the fatal mistake of leaving my laptop open. "I'll just be on the toilet alright?" Natasha hummed deciding to press play again as suddenly there popped up a message from I was way.

Katja: You should really try to communicate this with your girlfriend before this ruins your relationship.

Natasha couldn't believe her eyes but curiosity got the better of her and she opens the message; I had told her all about how I waned to experience sexual things with a man but how unwilling I was to cheat on her. She quickly closed the tab again pretending like she didn't have her master plan planned out already.

The mission was easy inflate a party, steal some hard drive and go back to the hotel. Even though you were there with your girlfriend the thoughts of trying it out with a man couldn't leave your head. Not that I was interested in having an affair of leaving Nat you just wanted her to have this with you. And the fact that out of all people Bucky had been assigned to you two didn’t make it better. I had long expected the two to had have something going on in the past but never had the courage to ask either. The mission went by quick and you soon found yourself sitting at a hotel bar celebrating our success mission.

***

"I'll have a martin" "A beer for me" The bartender looked at me with expecting eyes "A beer for me too." Sitting between the two I almost felt sandwiched even though there was still space between our bodies. Natasha slipped quietly on her martin while my bottle was still untouched by me I couldn't tear my mind away from the two assassins next to me. "You're awfully quiet Y/N" I heard the deep voice of the Winter Soldier. I opened my mouth before closing it again there were so many words in my heart but so little on my tongue. “You’re normally so filled with life”

I felt Natasha's watchful eyes on my smaller form and suddenly I felt awfully naked in my cocktail dress. "James" her voice was sweet like honey. "Do you remember the last time we were sitting here?" I could practically hear the smirk in her voice "How could I forget that night" He took another slip of his beer bottle. "Are you down for a second time with our little guest" I couldn’t believe my ears was this a lucky guess or did Nat suddenly become a mind reader. I looked down peeling away at the label of the bottle as my cheeks continued to heat up. "I see" he took another close look at me, seizing me up. "I'm down if she is" There were a few seconds of silence with two awaiting eyes in my form; if I wanted to try this now would be the time "Of course" I stated in a quiet voice as I met his lust filled gaze, he only nodded before finishing his bottle. "I'll be in my room"

***

"Strip and lay on the bed" I could hear Natasha's cold words as she went to open to open the door letting Bucky, in his blazer and tie missing, the first few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned revealing some of his chest hair. Just as he kicked the door closed behind him Nat had him already pressed against the wall as they violently made out with each other. Her hands twisted in his white button up shirt pulling herself impossibly closer to the man. The way Natasha was still containing control of the much stronger man was definitely a turn on. (Not that I had expected it any other way)

Even though she was busy with him from the corner of her eyes I could see she watched me on very move. She turned away from him sitting down on the cushion of armchair. "James I want you to eat her out" she pulled out a small metal tin with cigarettes in it, lighting herself one "and don't let her cum" He only nodded having seemingly submitted to the redhead without a fight.

He climbed onto my much smaller frame, his eyes scanning my naked form. There was something about the both of them still fully clothed while I was undressed which made me even wetter. He leaned down to catch my lips and my hands went to his short black hair. His tongue fought it's way inside my mouth our tongues dancing a dangerous dance as one of his rough hands went to my breast. He kissed down my neck his beard stubbles irritating my soft skin.

His chipped lips wrap around one of my nipples and the strong fingers twisted the other. He watched in an awe how my body squirmed under his touch. "Mommy please" I whined out buckling I hips against his hard prick "No sweetie this ain't gonna work" She chuckles blowing out some smoke from her lit cigarette. "Beg Daddy not me, I can't help you little girl" I chocked out another whine as I felt his teeth tugging at my nipple.

The way his mouth wrapped around my tender flesh made want him even more. He liked over my nipple a few more times each time discovering a new sound escaping from my mouth. Eventually he got bold enough to bit down making me cry out in pure lust. “Daddy please” I didn’t know what I was begging for but the pure title made him moan. He switched sides giving my other nipple the same treatment as his fingers brush over the other one.

He kissed his way down your stomach stopping your hips from buckling as her presses his forearm down on your lower stomach. He kissed your public bone taking in the strong smell of my cunt as he groaned. He took his time kissing and nibbling on the soft skin of my hips. My hands go to his short black hair folding with his soft hair (which somehow was even softer than Nats)

After a while he was done with the teasing having had enough and he just wanted to finally get a taste of Nat’s little girl. He took a bold lick over my cunt moaning inside of my heat as I tried to buckle my hips again but you were stopped by his cold metal arm keeping your hips down.

"Daddy please" I whined, having so much control over a sexual partner did something to him. "No more teasing please" I begged. Natasha (who had been watching closely from the corner) made her way over the the bed puffing out a load of smoke "Be a good boy James" He was seemingly torn between the dominance of having me under him begging for his mercy out still being so obedient to the black widow. It was a match made in heaven or in hell so to say.

He continued to eat me like the last supper his tongue pressing on the pulsing nub of nerves. Two of his thick fingers pushed passed my tight hole making my eyes roll into the back of my head in pure pleasure, he bit down on my clit sending shock waves through my body. His fingers twisted and turned to to press against my G- spot. I was so close to stumbling of the edge I got a taste of heaven.

"James stop" I heard her cold voice as he immediately pulled way sitting on his knees and my juices dripping from the concert of his mouth. I whined and cried ash the lost of pleasure my tears smudging down my pink cheeks. "Good boy James" She leaned down to kiss him moaning as she tasted my juices on his lips. She pulled away from him whipping the corners of his mouth with her palm. "Would you look at that you made a mess Ana" She inspected your dripping cunt further running two finger through your cunt making you let out a pathetic whimper. She tasted me letting out an extensive moan "I'm almost jealous James got to taste you bunny"

She whispered something in Bucky's ear and he quietly nods. "Get on all fours Y/N" he rasped in your ear. You placed yourself on all fours and he positioned himself behind you and you heard the sound of this clothes being torn off. "Are you ready" I nodded, my position was beyond embarrassing ass up in the air having gabbed a pillow to bite on.

He pulled down his shorts and let Natasha touch him how she pleased. Her smaller hands wrapped around his pulsing prick I heard him groan as her hands moved up and down his length. Her movements made him impossibly hard a few droplets of pre cum already leaking.

Bucky positioned himself behind me and he slowly pushed his length in making me scream out at the stretch. He let you adjust before moving at a decent pace I took a look behind me to see Nat guiding his hips only not giving him control of his own pleasure. I lead out a few mewls of pure pleasure. "mommy" my whimpered gripping onto the pillow for dear life "need you”

She let go of his hips leaning up to my ear "Do you need your clit played with" she rubbed circles on my back. Bucky's pace was great for his pleasure but I just needed more so I nodded as more tears made it's way down my cheeks "Can't even cum without mommy's help such a dumb little girl.”

Bucky quickend his pace and so did Nat and I was nearly seeing stars "Cum for me" she announced slapping Bucky's ass as if he was nothing more that a common whore "both". It didn't need more to make both of us cum with im pulling out to paint my back in his milk.

I flipped to my back watching as Natasha and Bucky were caught up in a passionate kiss. His kisses trailed down her neck and chest at the same time pulling her red lace panties down her perfectly shaped legs. He nibbled on her skin paying extra attention to the small scar on her hip.

Natasha laid next to me on her back as I turned to my side stroking a few of her red hair, which were stuck to her sweaty forehead. “Kiss mommy bunny”

I kissed the desperate woman our tongue intertwined. She broke away letting out an almost pornographic moan as Bucky dove in to her wet center.

Our foreheads were seemingly stuck together as were lost in, probably the hottest, make out session I ever had. The air was humid filled with the sounds of Natasha’s wetness and the indecent sounds of our desperate sounds. “Fuck James” she groaned on my lips her hands twisted in my dark blonde locks. “Make Mommy cum” He kept his pace up flickering her clit with his tongue while penetrating her with two of his fingers. With a scream she came down from her high releasing over his chin and face.

***

"Thank you" You signed laying between the older Agents "But I think I'll stay with women for now" Natasha chuckled kissing your forehead "I wouldn't have given you free either way" she joked "And I wouldn't risk talking Nat's girl"

Tags:

@terrormonster55 @marvelobsessed134 @crowswolffe

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky smut #winterwidow #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha x bucky #Natasha Romanoff x Bucky x reader

302 notes · View notes

daintyys · 6 months

Text

baby i'm yours

fem!reader x tasm peter parker, 1.3k words, light swearing

this is a college au, basically peter and reader are dormmates at new york university. i love peter so pls give me prompts for him <3

Peter was your best friend, and nothing more. That's what you kept having to tell yourself.

But, it was hard to think like that when you got a glimpse of him fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, and hair dripping. Let's face it, he was comparable to a Greek God.

You had been friends with Peter Parker since highschool, and it was a pleasant surprise to find out he had gotten into NYU just like you did. It was automatically settled, you would be roommates.

While you were studying creative writing, Peter was diving into the field of biochemistry. You couldn't seem to comprehend why he was so interested in science until a year ago, when he confessed to you that he was Spider-Man. You had to admit, it wasn't too surprising. He had that Spider-Man air about him.

Mornings in your dorm were nice, especially since you and Peter had breakfast together. You could always tell when he had been out in the city the night before, because he was ravenous.

"Mphm, mowe eggths?" He mumbled through a stuffed mouth. "If you're so hungry you should make them yourself." You giggled to him. He rolled his eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes. You stood up, wanting to start getting ready for your day. Peter's classes started before yours did, so right after breakfast he would always leave, but today was different.

You could feel his eyes on your body as you filled your glass up with water. A tank top and sweatpants was normal apparel for you, so it was hard to tell what was different about now. "Are you checking me out, Peter?" You threw your head back around to look at him, and his heart visibly stopped. "No! No, no. I would never do that, ew." He choked out. You cocked your eyebrow at him, and his eyes widened. "Oh you know I didn't mean it like that, you're cute, Y/N." His face was about as red as the apple he was biting into. You laughed as you retreated into your bedroom.

When you were finished getting ready, you left your bedroom to find Peter still sitting at the table. "You're still here?" You asked, sitting back down next to him. "Well yea, I just didn't wanna leave without saying a real goodbye to you." He wasn't making eye contact, which only happened when he was nervous. "Oh, well you're not planning on dying today, right?" You asked, laughing slightly. He chuckled back. "Yea, no. Just feel weird leaving without seeing you again." You admired his face, and watched a flush up his neck.

"Peter, you like me, don't you?" You were joking, he should have known that, but his mind was obviously not registering the way you had spoken when he blurted out: "Is it that obvious??". You froze, processing the words that had just left his mouth.

Peter slapped his hands over his mouth, not realizing you had been messing with him. "Oh fuck." Was all he mumbled as he stood up from the table, grabbing his backpack.

"No, Peter, wait!" You said, standing as well. You reached for his hand, and he quickly pulled away from you, a traumatized expression plastered across his face. "I am so, so, incredibly sorry, Y/N." He spluttered as he pulled his shoes on. As soon as he had finished speaking, he was rushing out of your dorm, slamming the door behind him.

You sat back down at the table, for fear you would faint if you continued standing. Your face was burning, and you were having trouble breathing. "Oh my God..." you mumbled, nervously twisting your hair. Standing up again, you noticed Peter's lunchbox still sitting on the kitchen counter. That gave you an idea.

You had liked him for almost 3 years. Even in highschool, where he was continuously bullied, he always managed to put a smile on your face. He was a "loser", sure, but that never stopped you from hanging out with him. He was a great guy. You thought of the time you skipped school with him all because he wanted to teach you how to skateboard.

On that day, you had sworn he was going to kiss you. He held your body close to his, trying to keep the two of you balanced on his skateboard. You had felt his heart beating rapidly, and wondered if he was as flustered as you were.

But none of that mattered now, because your relationship with Peter could be ruined after his little slip-up.

You grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to furiously write. If speaking face-to-face with Peter would be too much for him, a letter would be the second best option.

Dear Peter,

Definitely didn't expect this morning to consist of you confessing your feelings to me, but that's alright, because I feel the same way. I have since we were 16.

I've tried for a while to deny it, but now that you've come clean, it's only fair for me to do the same. I love you, Peter. You are my favorite person, and I don't want this morning to change anything with us. If it does change, then I hope it's for the better, not the worse.

That's all, I don't want to scare you away.

Love,

Y/N

Your hands were shaking as you folded the letter in half and tucked it into Peter's lunchbox. Now all that was left was to get it to him.

You walked as fast as you could, not caring that people were yelling obscenities when you shoved past them. You had to get to Peter before his class started. Looking at your phone, you saw you had 5 minutes left. Shit.

You began to run, desperate to arrive in time. You threw the double doors to the building open, and ran in the direction of Peter's chemical analysis class. People were staring, because you definitely did not look like you were ready to divide cells in a lab.

You reached the classroom, and stopped to catch your breath. You took out your phone again. 2 minutes until the bell rang. You grinned as you pushed the door open slowly. Then you saw him.

He was sitting at a desk, staring at the board with glazed-over eyes. He was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, and you giggled as you pictured a future with him. You walked over to him, taking deep breaths.

"Ahem..." You cleared your throat as you placed his lunch on his desk. Peter jumped, and went ghost white as he made eye contact with you. "Y/N, what are you-" He began. "Shut up. Don't say anything until you look in your lunchbox." You said as you turned on your heel and left. Peter was confused. Very confused.

As soon as you were out of the classroom, he ripped open his lunchbox, grabbing the sheet of paper you had left inside. He unfolded the letter with shaking hands, and read it carefully. His organs were in his throat. "I love you," He whispered to himself. "Oh my God."

Peter stuffed the letter into his pocket and shot up from his desk, and then he was darting out of the classroom with his things, needing to find you as soon as possible.

You were walking back to your dorm, smiling to yourself, when your racing thoughts were interrupted with a yell. "Y/N! Y/N!" You stopped instantly, and turned around to see Peter barreling towards you. You laughed as he engulfed you in his arms, kissing you all over your forehead.

"Couldn't wait until later, hm?" You giggled, looking up into his eyes. Peter smiled, and shrugged. "I could have, but I didn't want to." He said as he put his arm around your shoulder. AYou walked home together, fingers interlaced, and dreamed of your future together.

#peter parker #the amazing spider man #peter parker x reader #marvel #daintyys #andrew garfield

323 notes · View notes

jihyocentric · 3 months

Note

I hope this is okay I feel like my writer brain can't do good prompts cause I might go into too much detail but imma try ngjgjgjh

Lawyers mihyo who're maybe working on a case together? Mina has this habit of going full hot girl sharon to mess with Hyo at random ass moment cause they're close enough that she doesn't feel as shy most of the times and she doesn't know that Jihyo is constantly one wrong (right) move from begging to be ruined. Ione day Mina does something that has Jihyo forgetting all her professionalism and downright pleading to get fucked. This makes Mina realise she loves making Jihyo beg which leads to maybe some edging and some teary Jihyo and some soft aftercare? Also since they're lawyers maybe all this happens somewhere at the law firm before an important briefing they're supposed to have with a client?

hi bestie! i could've done something much better with your request but ykw i was dying to post jihyo bottoming again... she was made for this... and i miss her

cw: mina has stiletto nails. and she still tops. power move. good for her. not so good for jihyo.

mina knows what she’s doing.

she knows exactly what she’s trying to achieve by the way she acts around her sweetest coworker, jihyo, being especially fueled with the reactions she gets.

that jihyo was adorable when pink was all over her face and she didn’t know where to look, mina knew. she was the reason for that, meticulously provoked that out of her, making her usually focused, serious coworker, shy and exceptionally flustered.

to mina’s surprise, when they were alone, their roles seemed to be reversed — jihyo, instead of being the cool extrovert she was most definitely proud to be, became no more than a timid mess, sometimes incapable of looking at mina in the eye when speaking to her.

the situation didn’t make their work any harder whatsoever, as they rarely worked on the same case along each other, with jihyo being a corporate lawyer and mina being inclined towards the criminal field. that time, they were working together due to one of jihyo’s clients, who happened to need assistance from mina’s field.

“miss myoui…” jihyo calls, using the honorific, as mina had never told her not to. every other coworker, except for the interns, called mina by her name — never ‘miss’. but something about having jihyo calling her ‘miss’ left mina too satisfied, unable to tell jihyo to drop the display of respect.

a small smile prods at her lips when jihyo calls her for the nth time, in a hesitant voice, unlike the way she spoke to others. with confidence, that is. when speaking to mina, jihyo often forgot that she wasn’t on a lower position than mina at the firm. if anything, it was mina who was supposed to treat her with such respect, as jihyo had been there for longer.

mina was supposed to be working. she didn’t tell jihyo she’d already looked though the files they were studying and found her ways to convince the judge that jihyo’s client was innocent — if he was, that didn’t matter. he could be if mina could prove that he was. mina had planned ahead, knowing she wouldn’t have time alone with jihyo again soon, deciding to make the best out of it.

and so, because mina already knew what to do and what to expect from the meeting they’d have with their client later that same day, instead of working, she observed jihyo — and distracted her when she felt like it. what starts with sitting next to jihyo with a leg over the other, intentionally exposing her thighs, escalates to suddenly praising jihyo at random times. (she does it for jihyo’s excellent work, and because jihyo looked pretty.)

mina takes her sweet time to make jihyo lose her focus entirely, having fun as jihyo slowly forgets how to use her words properly. jihyo doesn’t stutter, but she struggles to sound professional when miss myoui is touching her hair and telling her that it looked pretty when it was loose, that she should wear dresses more often, and everything she could possibly say to make jihyo red from her cheeks to the ears hidden under her hair.

jihyo doesn’t understand mina, the way she acts towards her. not at first, not on that occasion. mina has always been like that around her: charming, alluring. she was simply flirty by nature, and jihyo would never think mina was truly trying to flirt with her, but soon mina is massaging her shoulders, having the freedom to do so as they were alone in a conference room, and jihyo is no longer reading through the case’s files.

jihyo doesn’t know how or when mina gets there, behind her, with both hands on her shoulders, whispering questions about the case close to her ear, as if jihyo could possibly answer them. jihyo tries to — she does her best to muster up words to properly answer mina, frustrated when all that comes out from her mouth is a whimper and a stuttered ‘miss myoui’.

“no need to be this tense, jihyo. i’m sure our client will be fine. you’re the best after all,” mina coos, pretending to not notice that what had gotten jihyo troubled wasn’t their case, but her hands pressing her shoulders and nails close to sinking into her bare arms.

“m-miss… please…” jihyo mutters, desperate, still trying to figure how did mina get so close. she feels like she’s embarrassing herself then, calling mina so respectfully, feeling almost like she wasn’t a fellow lawyer, but an intern instead — someone mina could easily boss around, having all the power to do so as a result of being in a higher position.

“so nervous, park.” mina laughs, the sultry sound reaching jihyo’s ear quickly due to how close mina was. she pulls away, turning jihyo’s chair around so that she could see her face, not surprised to find jihyo utterly flushed, but curious as she sees jihyo’s cheeks adorned with tears that she’d hardly noticed falling from her eyes. “are these perhaps because of me?”

jihyo shivers, flinching when mina’s manicured hands are suddenly on her knees, raising her dress up to her thighs, sharp nails purposefully leaving their mark on the lawyer’s smooth skin.

“m-miss!” jihyo lets out then, more tears following her words. though mina had already expected jihyo to be just like that — amusingly shy and submissive, she wasn’t entirely prepared to hear jihyo begging. shameful words slip out of jihyo next, while mina is still admiring jihyo’s pretty face, relishing in the way such a respectable, honored lawyer like jihyo became but a precious prey that she’d love to ruin with just the slightest teasing. “i-inside… please… please!”

jihyo whines softly, holding one of mina’s hands with both of hers, spreading her legs slightly apart, both offering herself and pleading for mina to take her.

mina knows jihyo is aware she could get hurt — the same hands jihyo was politely begging to have inside herself carried the stiletto nails that left her arms and thighs reddened from negligible pressure. still, jihyo held mina’s hand like a cat with it’s owner, not wanting to let go, looking as if she’d cry if mina didn’t do what she so desperately asked for.

“interesting,” mina coos, resisting the urge to wipe jihyo’s tears away, finding her even prettier with her face all wet, enjoying to make her embarrassed, finding jihyo the cutest when she was ashamed. “are you sure, miss park?” mina taunts, raising the dress even more, to the point she could see how wet jihyo was.

jihyo nods quickly, guiding mina’s hand to her center. “i-i n-need this, miss!” she insists, whimpering when mina’s index finger gets hooked under her panties.

mina stretches it far enough she can see jihyo’s pussy, licking her lips at the thought of having her face between jihyo’s thighs, forcing her to take more than she’d ever be able to handle. though she’d love to ruin jihyo right there and then, amazed by how easy that would really be, they didn’t have a lot more time to spend alone.

“so you like it risky, park?” mina laughs softly. “not that i’m opposed to hurting you,” she lets her fingers sink inside the soaked panties, teasing jihyo’s clit with the tip of her fingers, careful not to harm jihyo. “because you’d love that. i just don’t think you really want these inside of you.”

“but i want them! your fingers,” jihyo mumbles, pouting as she does so, moaning when mina applies more pressure over her clit, circling the sensitive nub slowly. “…inside me. want them inside.”

jihyo would cry harder if mina truly said no, mina realizes, amused to get to know that part of her. jihyo could handle her, even if having mina inside her that way meant that mina wouldn’t be able to fuck her properly — jihyo didn’t care.

“begging already, huh…” mina offers her a gentle smile, though what she says next doesn’t come out as soft. “convince me.”

jihyo becomes even more frustrated then, bucking her hips to feel more of mina’s fingers, earning a click of mina’s tongue.

“’m s-sorry!” jihyo quickly makes up for her mistake. “i c-can take it!” she insists, pouting slightly as she looks up at mina, cheeks burning when she notices just how close mina really was, towering over her, with her eyes so dark that part of jihyo became scared. “y-you don’t have to… t-to move them, miss… i just wan’ them there.”

“keep going.” mina encourages her to beg, her free hand finding the table behind jihyo for support, the other still inside her coworker’s panties, spreading jihyo’s wetness, wanting to know if she could grant jihyo’s wish.

jihyo was wet enough by the time mina lowered her hand further, still rubbing mina’s ego with her pitiful pleading. mina attempts to sink in and jihyo whines, clenching around the tip of mina’s fingers, prepared for the discomfort she’d feel until mina stopped, knuckles deep into her.

it doesn’t hurt — mina is careful and her fingers happen to slip in easily, but if she were to move, then jihyo would certainly be left with unwanted bruises.

perhaps it felt almost as good as having mina really fucking her, thrusting her fingers in and out without an obstacle, as knowing mina could easily tear her apart made her stomach clench, aroused by the idea of it but knowing she wouldn’t want that.

“it’s like you were made for this.” mina praises, lowering herself until her knees were touching the floor, knowing she couldn’t do much with the fingers she had stuffed inside jihyo. she pulls jihyo’s panties down to her ankles, looking up at the already disheveled girl, wondering how jihyo would look if she could really take her time to ruin her. “now, i don’t kneel. but since you’re such a good girl, miss park, i think you deserve this.”

it takes jihyo a lot of effort to not come undone the moment mina’s tongue meets her clit.

everything is hot. despite the cold air in the room, jihyo sweats, her skin burning as mina works her tongue against her sensitive nub, thighs locking mina there, letting out pitiful ‘miss myoui’s, not trying to fight against the urge to have mina destroying her. not in the slightest. it was far too late for that, and jihyo was too weak to pretend that that wasn’t exactly what she’d been craving for.

it’s all too much for her. the way mina sinks her nails on her thigh and moves the fingers inside her just barely, merely pressing her fingers against the slick walls carefully, velvety tongue making jihyo melt on the chair. whimpery moans reach mina’s ears sweetly, making mina moan against jihyo’s pussy, fighting back the urge to lay jihyo on that table and forget about their meeting.

“miss… can i-i…” jihyo hardly finishes her sentence, and mina sends her into a wave of bliss.

her fists become white as she holds the arms of the chair, crying as she gets ready to come for mina, impatient hips moving for more friction of mina’s fingers — but mina stops. what should’ve been an orgasm doesn’t happen, making jihyo open her watery eyes and search for mina’s, wanting to ask why she’d stopped, desperate for her release.

but nothing comes out from her mouth.

“i’m afraid our client must be arriving, miss park. you should probably get yourself clean. we wouldn’t want our client to make... vulgar assumptions, would we?” mina laughs, stuffing jihyo’s mouth with the two slender fingers that had been inside of her. she pulls them back before jihyo gets to fully clean them. “i’ll be waiting for you.”

during the meeting, jihyo gets to be the professional she was. mina doesn’t try anything while they’re discussing important matters with their client, and jihyo is allowed to prove mina she’s still a great professional after having her pride previously hurt. (not that jihyo cared if mina knew about her tendencies to submission, but part of her wanted mina to know she was more than that.)

when their client leaves, it’s already night. jihyo then finds herself trapped against mina and the table again, but this time, all mina wants is to let her know that they’re going home together — to mina’s. all mina says is that they weren’t yet done, and jihyo had no choice other than follow mina.

when the sun is rising, jihyo is still at mina’s mercy. mina is impressed with how far she was able to go with jihyo, only allowing her to come when she knows jihyo is about to break and beg her to stop rather than letting her come.

she learns then that she’s especially fond of the way jihyo sobs into the pillow when she is finally allowed to come, ass up for mina (barely able to stay like that, because her knees falter and her legs start trembling as she comes), body completely ruined by mina’s teeth, the palm of mina's hands and her sharp nails.

“you cry a lot, jihyo.” mina mumbles, pulling out of jihyo, slowly taking the harness around her waist off. jihyo turns her head to the other side when mina leaves the strap on the bed, next to her face, her body finally falling against the bed, still inevitably crying as mina kissed her back. “did i push it too far?”

jihyo shakes her head, incapable of looking at mina in the eye as she comes back to her full senses.

“talk to me, hyo. i need to know you’re feeling well,” mina’s voice softens, entirely different from the way she’d been speaking to jihyo all day long. she makes jihyo turn around and face her, thumb brushing jihyo’s cheek tenderly as she inches down for a short kiss. “do i have to make you speak?” mina taunts then, making jihyo’s eyes widen.

“n-no, i’m o-okay!” jihyo manages to say, tears falling as she blinks, her body still trying to recover from being used, abruptly forced to not come several times. “i’m just… i-i… you make me nervous!”

“i didn’t even notice.” mina smiles and jihyo pouts, losing her breath when mina presses her lips to her forehead. “you’re cute, miss park.”

jihyo huffs, the reaction more instinctive than intentional. “i’m not.”

“sure,” mina coos. she pulls away, intending to take jihyo in her arms and take care of her.

for a moment mina stops, admiring her well-done work ruining jihyo’s body, licking her lips when she runs her eyes down and catches a glimpse of jihyo’s reddened, soaked core, thoroughly ruined from being played with for far too long. mina’s stomach tightens at the realization that jihyo was still leaking with her own wetness, getting mina’s bed soaked under her.

jihyo sits up on the bed, face close to mina’s, wanting to get her attention away from her body, feeling shy again. “miss myoui.”

“it’s mina. no need to call me miss all the time,” mina passes her arm around jihyo’s waist. “though i liked to hear it when you were begging for me.” she finishes, and jihyo’s head fall to her shoulder. “mind to join me on a bath, miss park?”

“i like hyo better.” jihyo mutters softly. “can you give me a minute?”

“mhm.” mina agrees, but she pulls jihyo closer, making jihyo sit on her lap while jihyo finds the courage to get up and let herself be taken care of by mina. “just don’t sleep yet.”

“i won’t…” jihyo yawns, drowsy, closing her eyes and slowly forgetting her own words.

#snowddeong #jihyo #mina #mihyo #fill #i don't remember what tags i usually use...#lets pretend i wasn't supposed to post stuff in december #gonna be honest. i got bored after i wrote like half of what i was working on #anyway here's mihyo!#i didn't do my best proof reading this so ignore typos

53 notes · View notes

samgirl98 · 1 year

Text

Mending a Family 4/?

Prev | Next

TW: Mention of Suicidal thoughts

Short little hurt/ comfort as Jason's and Danny's family circle grows by three

Jason and Roy watched as Lian and Danny played with Raven.

It was a warm summer day, so Jason made sweet tea to cool them down. It had been three days since Roy had found Jason, and he couldn’t help but want to hang out with the kid. It helped that they both had a child that could play with each other.

Besides, Danny needed to interact with people his age.

“So, what’s with the red hair?”

“Had to make sure the bats had a hard time finding me, so I dyed my hair.”

“Okay, but why red? It doesn’t suit you.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “You think I care what does or doesn’t look good on me? Besides, I bought the first box I got my hands on.”

“I think you should’ve gone light brown or blond,” Roy said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I love how you went for the full ginger look and gave yourself green contact lenses.”

“They aren’t contact lenses.”

“What,” Roy asked, confused.

“They aren’t contact lenses. They’re a side effect of coming back from the dead.”

An awkward silence settled between them. They watched as Raven levitated both children, but Raven was eying both men on the porch. Danny was staring at Roy with a piercing gaze while Lian was oblivious.

“Sorry,” Roy said after a while.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“Still, I was trying to lighten things up and made shit worse, huh?”

Jason sighed and put down the glass of iced tea. He turned toward Roy.

“You don’t have to make things ‘less awkward.’ You’re here, giving me a chance even after all the shit I’ve pulled. You haven’t run to the Bats and told them where I am and that I have a kid now. Trust me; not many would do that.”

“I would never do that, Jay. Your death almost destroyed me. I was reckless, I was drinking, and I wanted to kill myself via Killer Croc. He sponsored me, y’know, after he figured out my game plan. Besides, I know how it feels like to fear someone will come in and take your kid because you’re a fuck up.”

The laughter of the two children echoed in the forests as both men watched them. Both men felt a lightness as their children played.

“Dick was rarely there when I was younger. I wish I had the brother the other little birds got,” Jason said suddenly. “I have this jealousy eating me up inside, and instead of fighting it so I could have my family again, I fucked up. I’ll never be allowed in their circle again.”

Roy said nothing. He knew Jason had to take this off his chest.

“I was so angry that Bruce had not only replaced me but hadn’t learned his lesson and put another kid in those damned colors. I don’t know if the pit was an excuse I used to do the horrible things or if I was always capable of everything I did, but I regret it.”

Roy saw tears on Jason’s cheeks but didn’t comment.

“Now, Danny will be raised without aunts and uncles, without a grandfather, without cousins. And it’s all my fault.”

Roy put his hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what Dick or the rest of the bats are thinking, but I consider you my little brother, Jason. Lian will be Danny’s cousin, and in the same way, you will be Lian’s uncle, I will be Danny’s. That is, if you are okay with it,” Roy finished, a bit hesitant.

“Yeah,” Raven came up to them as the two children played rock, paper, scissors, “and I will be the cool aunt.”

Jason gave the two Titans a watery smile and hugged them both. Soon both children ran up to their small family and made a dogpile.

Jason had lost a family, but he was rebuilding a new one.

For those that wanted this to be slash or romantic, I'm sorry all of this will be wholly platonic. Not because I don't like slash but because I want to concentrate on the found family aspect, and also I kind of don't have faith in myself in being able to write DC or Danny Phantom Slash yet. Next up, Jazz finally finds Danny.

@idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @skulld3mort-1fan @vythika96 @theauthorandtheartist @emergentpanda-blog @jaggedheart11 @fisticuffsatapplebees @booberrylizard @fantasticbluebirdfan @thegatorsgooseoose @cyrwrites @kjoboo91 @crystallicedart @amaramizuki666 @spekulatiusmuffin @meira-3919 @kilasmess @bubblemixer @lexdamo @wonderland-daisy @mj-arts-n-stuff @amyheart19 @dolfay @the-church-grimm @undead-essence @aph-mable @lizisipancardo @purrloin77 @writer-extraodinaire @charlietheepic7 @kilasmess @sinfulloccultist @nootherusernameworked @coruscateselene @chaoticchange @itsberrydreemurstuff @gmkelz11 @feral-bunny31 @paroovian @thatonegaybitch68

#Mending a Family #DC X DP #DP X DC #dc x dp fill

258 notes · View notes

oceanbug · 9 months

Text

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

19. drinking game.

•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•

"You wuss, let’s fight again!"

"Y/n, he’s passed out on the floor." Jimin stared at the tall, dark-haired boy who had passed out after having three shots of vodka.

"Ugh, Soobin’s lame!"

Almost as if he’d heard this insult from the deepest parts of his subconscious, Soon shots up and let’s out a slurred

"Am not!" Before face planting, right back onto the ground. At this point, everyone had been drinking and partying away for a while, and the party seemed to be dying down.

"Since everyone’s looking dead, how about we spice things up? Party games?" Aeri had her usual chipper tone, which was laced with mischief. The plan was to play a game of Never Have I Ever, then lean into Truth or Dare later on. Since Aeri suggested the game, she started off with the questions.

"Ok, let’s get in the circle, kiddos! I’ll go first! Never have I ever dated someone richer than me." No one in the room except Yeonjun took a drink.

"Ugh, as if. I’ll go next. Never have I ever dated someone for less than 2 weeks." Again, no one moved except Yeonjun.

"Never have I ever dated someone, then broke up with them after our English presentation."

"Never have I ever been on the school’s gossip account."

"Never have I ever cheated on my girlfriend." Ok Ningning.

"Never have I ever been over 5’10."

Ok, the questions were getting very obviously targeted. Sure, some of them may count for others, but all of them made Yeonjun take a shot. At this point, he was so wasted that he couldn’t even pick up the glass to take another shot.

"Ok, I’m totally bored. Let’s do truth or dare!"

"I don’t know, ladies, I’m a bi-" Ninging quickly cut off Yeonjun before he got the chance to escape.

"Jimin, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Ugh, you’re so lame. Well, how was I? My kisses are known for being unforgettable." You wanted nothing more than to tune out the conversation, but it was just a game. Having to get used to Jimin talking about other people at some point, you forced yourself to listen.

"Oh? Fine, I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention. Nice-flavored lip gloss, though."

"Cherry." Ningning smiled, seeming satisfied with her answer.

"It's my turn." Yeonjun’s words were slurred and incorrigible. The plan wasn’t for him to actually ask a question, but just get bombarded with questions. But it’ll probably seem less planned if you all let him. So you played along.

"Ok, go ahead!"

Ok, ok, ok…..Y/n. Truth or dare!" He made a cartoonish horror sound after asking.

"Hm, dare?"

"Okkk, you had a lot of talk on Twitter, huh? Put it into action, mama’s, kiss the Ningster herself." Your eyes went slightly wide; you’d only joked about kissing Ninging?

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yup. Do it." All eyes were on you at this point. I mean, I guess it’s just a game? What harm is there?

"Oh my gosh, don’t look so dramatic; come here." Before you could fully turn around, you were lip to lip with Ningning. Ning ‘Rich Bitch’ Yi Zhuo.

"Cherry." Was all you could get out after you two broke up your kiss. You were slightly red in the face and trying to put together what just happened. You looked at your friend Jimin for reassurance of what had just happened, and she could only offer a slight thumbs up. While Aeri could only hide her giggling face.

"Woah! I love parties!" Said the drunk man.

"Ok, my turn then. Yeonjun, truth or dare." Jimin’s eyes were fixated on Yeonjun, ready to ask her question.

"Truth, I can’t pick dare; I got my lady here."

"How was your kiss with Wonyoung? In high school? " There it was, the million-dollar question of the night. Ever since your conversation with Ningning, it was clear Wonyoung was hiding something. If he hadn’t really gotten together with Giselle, then why would Wonyoung lie? The answer was clear.

"Oh, chick’s got wicked tongue action! Blaming it on Gigi was such a crazy thing to do, though. Guess she couldn't afford to lose my Boo-bear Ningning as a friend. I still feel bad for Giselle. I hope she’s doing okay."

"Yeonjun, I’m right here." Giselle waved her hands in front of his face, but it was clear that he was ready to end this night. Yeonjun laid down in Ningning’s lap and fell asleep.

"At least we got enough information out of him." Said a stunned Jimin.

Ningning could only look down at Yeonjun’s sleeping face. She opened her mouth and let out an anger-filled whisper.

“That fucking cunt. Wonyoung’s going down.”

•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈

masterlist ~ next

(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon ; @rdfgfv ; @beawolfbealionbeyou

#kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop smau #ning yizhuo #ningning x reader #aespa x reader #kpopsmau #non idol au #aespa #ningning

119 notes · View notes

astra-ella · 3 months

Text

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

story masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

The sixth time he confessed was probably the best day of Nishinoya’s life — on their first ‘date’ almost a year later.

Early that afternoon, Nishinoya stood with his hands shoved stiffly into his pockets, swaying gently with the movements of the bus. It wasn’t his idea to come out today, but when Chiyo came knocking on his door, dressed in perhaps the cutest outfit he’s ever seen, how could he say no?

If it were up to him he would've spent the entire weekend practicing volleyball receives, be it with a wall or a local team. He had no plans to do anything else after their most recent loss against Aoba Johsai in the Interhighs. But there he was, on his way to the shopping district. For what purpose though, he wasn’t quite sure.

He glanced at Chiyo, who looked down at her phone, presumably to check the time. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, which has since been dyed red, a result of her off-handedly mentioning how she wanted to try coloring her hair one day. Hotaru and Kaito took it seriously and after a lot of pestering, Chiyo finally agreed to let them use the drugstore box dye on her. Of course, Nishinoya was all for it. He was the one who helped them buy it after all. As he expected, the deepred suited her well, but to his surprise, she actually decided to keep and maintain it.

His eyes then trailed down to the flowy sundress and white tote she carried. Over the few years he’s gotten to know her, Nishinoya learned that she preferred to dress simple. Especially on days when she had a mountain load of housework. It wasn’t often he got to see Chiyo in anything aside from their usual school uniforms or a plain t-shirt and shorts.

Nishinoya then noticed about six or seven bandages wrapped around her fingers and his brows furrowed. He didn’t remember seeing them the last time they met, which was less than two days ago.

“Wait, Chiyo.”

“Hm?” She glanced over as he took her hand.

“What happened?” He asked, tracing his thumb over the outline of the bandages. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Y-Yeah!” With her cheeks dusted pink, Chiyo quickly hid her hand behind her back and averted her eyes. “I dropped… erm, a plate! Yeah, I dropped a plate and cut myself by accident.”

“Oh,” Nishinoya blinked. He took a peek at her other hand, only to find it in the same state. Chiyo must’ve felt him stare a little too long because she soon hid that one behind her back too.

She pressed her lips together. “I’m fine, really,” she met his gaze. “Don’t worry about it.”

Nishinoya raised an eyebrow. He found it hard to believe that she of all people was clumsy enough to try and clean up broken ceramic with her bare hands. But alas, her doe eyes and reassuring voice got the better of him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he huffed. “But just in case, you know if you can always ask me for help, yeah?”

Chiyo breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course,” she nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Nishinoya had no idea what the day’s schedule looked like. So one could only imagine his surprise when Chiyo led him to the movie theater and pulled out two tickets for the latest superhero movie.

“I got them from my boss,” Chiyo explained. “She said she watched the movie with her grandkids and they seemed to like it. So she thought I would too. You know, as a bonus for being a good employee,” she paused. “Or did you not want to see it? We can always watch something else if you want-”

Nishinoya shook his head. “No, no! This is perfect,” he took one of the two tickets for closer inspection. “Ryu was talking about how good this movie is the other day, so I’ve been meaning to see it. I guess I just didn’t see you as a movie-goer type.”

“What do you mean?” Chiyo gave him a weird look. “We watch movies at home all the time.”

“Yeah but those are DVDs. I didn’t think you’d like to actually watch them in theaters, since they can be kinda expensive.”

“I don’t,” she shrugged. “But these were free, and every once in a while the theaters can be a good experience,” she handed her ticket to the usher. “Besides, seeing movies on the big screen is a completely different experience than at home on TV.”

“Right? It’s way cooler,” Nishinoya handed his ticket in before hurrying to catch up with her, only to pause when he noticed the concession stand on the way to the screening rooms. “Oh! Do we have time to grab a bucket of popcorn? My treat!”

Chiyo nodded. “I’ll buy us some drinks then,” she reached into her tote for her wallet. “You want Sprite?”

He gave her a big grin and thumbs up. “You know it!”

“Man, that movie was great,” Nishinoya said between bites of his shaved ice.

“It really was!” Chiyo clasped her hands together. “Rhea’s last line was especially awesome! So heartfelt and romantic!”

“Rhea?” Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. “Who was that?”

Chiyo gave him a blank look. “The love interest, Yuu. She was literally the second most important character in the entire movie.”

“Oh yeah. Anyways, you know what was super awesome? That car chase scene!” He pointed at her, eyes twinkling. “The way Justin was swerving around on the streets while the protagonist shot that giant rocket launcher at the bad guys? Man, that was awesome!”

“Yeah, I know. You were yelling the entire time,” Chiyo said dryly. “You know, that’s fine when we’re at home and everything. But you probably shouldn’t do that when we’re out in public. People in the theater were giving you dirty looks.”

“Were they?”

Chiyo sighed. “Just… try to be more mindful of others, okay?”

Nishinoya nodded, scoping another spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth. “Mm, this is really good. You want some?”

“Yeah, sure-” Chiyo was about to take the plastic spoon from him when she abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away. “Um, actually nevermind. I’m okay.”

“Hm?” Nishinoya gave her a confused look. “You can have a bite, you know? I don’t mind.”

“Nope, I’m okay! You can have it!” She turned away, face flushed a brilliant red that almost matched her hair under the bright summer sun.

Nishinoya peered down at the blue shaved ice drenched in soda-flavored syrup, curious as to what she could be so embarrassed about. It definitely wasn’t the flavor, he’s seen her eat soda-flavored popsicles before. Heck, that’s all he’s ever bought and she never said a word about it. He twiddled with the plastic spoon, wondering what it could be when the thought struck him.

“Chiyo,” he hummed in amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all embarrassed over an indirect kiss.”

Chiyo jumped midstep before slowly glaring back at him.

“S-So what if I am?” She murmured just loud enough for him to hear and Nishinoya felt like his heart was about to explode.

“Aw, come on,” he waved a spoonful in front of her face. “I know you want a bite. Shaved ice is what summer’s all about!”

Nishinoya had a hard time hiding his lovestruck smile, watching as Chiyo’s dark blue eyes darted back and forth, following the frozen treat like a curious kitten. Eventually, she got fed up with his teasing and caught the spoon in her mouth, eating the shaved ice with puffed out cheeks.

“Happy?” She asked after swallowing and Nishinoya couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, taking another bite. “Super happy.”

“Oh, this one is good too,” Nishinoya pointed to another manga spine. He pulled it down and passed it to Chiyo who began flipping through. “It’s a spin-off of a different manga I’ve read. But honestly this one is a lot better. And you don’t even need to read the original to understand what’s going on, so I recommend you give it a shot.”

Chiyo hummed. “The art is pretty.”

“It also has some sci-fi elements,” Nishinoya pointed to a giant laser beam firing out of the protagonists’ finger. “Which I know you like.”

“Really, trying to sell it, hm?” Chiyo briefly glanced at him. “Alright, I’ll read it.”

“Nice!” He mentally high-fived himself. “Let me know what you think, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chiyo began walking towards the cashier when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, the new Shonen Jump magazine.”

“Is it out already?” Nishinoya followed her gaze, spotting an unfamiliar cover. “Crap, I forgot to buy it.”

“I guess that means you haven’t read the new One Piece chapter, right?” Chiyo smirked and Nishinoya immediately shook his head.

“No, I haven’t! And don’t spoil anything!”

“I know, I know,” she mused. “I’m not you. I don’t spoil stories and ruin other people’s enjoyment of them.”

“Hey, that’s not true! I’ve literally never done that before.”

“You spoiled what happened to Jiraiya to the entire class on the day that chapter came out!” Chiyo reminded him, still sounding somewhat bitter about the incident. “Honoka was actually about to kill you for that.”

Nishinoya looked away. “Really? I don’t remember that at all.”

That was a lie. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. He was talking about the latest Naruto chapter with his friends when his excitement led him to shout a bit too loud. Next thing he knew, he was being chased around the classroom by his classmates carrying pencils like pitchforks.

“Speaking of Okazaki, how’s she doing these days?”

“She’s okay,” Chiyo shrugged. “She always calls me up at like midnight, complaining about how hard the homework at Johzenji is. I think we’re planning on going out for lunch next week.”

“Oh, tell her I said hi.”

Chiyo gave a nod in acknowledgment before reaching for the Shonen Jump magazine. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, I thought you already have a copy of that edition,” Nishinoya asked, hurrying to catch up with the red-head at the checkout line. “Why are you buying another one?”

“It’s for you,” she said, trying to make her voice sound as natural as possible. “What? You haven’t bought yours yet, right?”

“No, I haven’t,” he shook his head and Chiyo shrugged.

“Then I’ll buy it for you. Consider it a gift.”

Nishinoya released his hands from the wheel, letting out a loud cheer as his car crossed the finish line on the arcade screen. He then glanced over at Chiyo, who was still struggling to round corners without crashing into the walls.

“You know, maybe you should avoid getting a license when we turn 18.”

After leaving the bookstore and wandering around the shopping district for a little while longer, the two of them passed by an arcade, of which Nishinoya immediately dragged Chiyo into.

“Shut up!”

Frustrated, Chiyo stomped on the gas pedal, only to ram headfirst into another corner. Nishinoya keeled over laughing.

“Need help?”

“No!” She tightened her grip on the wheel. “Just watch me, I’ll finish this race in under two minutes!”

And so, two minutes and a ton of laughing, shouting and bickering later, Chiyo’s car finally inched across the finish line.

“Finally,” she staggered out of the seat with a groan while Nishinoya patted her on the back.

“Good work,” he snickered. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be so bad at video games.”

Disgruntled, Chiyo abruptly snapped her head around. “I’m not bad at video games,” she glared at him. “That wheel was just weird. It was probably broken or something. And um… these bandages! They make it hard to drive!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Keep making excuses.”

Chiyo pouted at his chaff response. She looked around the arcade, quickly narrowing in on a two-person shooter. “There,” she pointed at the machine. “Let’s play that!”

“Alright,” Nishinoya pulled out an arcade token, flipping it in the air before catching it with a cheeky grin. “Game on!”

“Man, I’m beat,” Stretching an arm up towards the vermillion sky, Nishinoya let out a loud yawn before slumping back into the park bench.

After a few rounds of shooter games, air hockey, then finally spending the rest of their tokens on those obviously-a-scam claw machines, the two made their way to a local park near the bus stop to rest. Chiyo handed him a bottle of soda, to which he gratefully accepted.

“Me too. We did a lot of walking today,” she said, taking a seat beside him.

As he pulled the can tab open, Nishinoya glanced over, studying Chiyo’s silhouette against the orange and gold stretches of light. He watched as she snapped open her oolong tea and took a sip.

“Hey, Chiyo?”

She met his gaze with a hum.

“Why’d you call me out today?”

The echoes of a crow squawking could be heard in the distance. Nishinoya watched as Chiyo’s lips parted slightly before pressing shut. She looked away.

“Did you have fun?” She murmured.

“Huh?” Nishinoya was taken off guard by her question. “Yeah, of course I did! You know I love spending time with you!”

There was a soft smile on Chiyo’s face as she took another sip of her tea. “That’s good then,” she shuffled a little in her spot before taking a deep breath. “I just… I wanted to cheer you up,” she spoke just loud enough for him to hear.

“You haven’t been yourself after Interhighs,” she said, absently tracing the indents of the plastic bottle. “I know that match meant a lot to you guys, and you came really close to winning. So I wanted to take you out on a… hangout, to… get your mind off things…" She seemed to grow more embarrassed the more she spoke, eventually turning away from him completely with her cheeks flushed red.

Nishinoya felt his stomach flutter.

“Can I hug you?” He blurted out and Chiyo blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

Then, without another word, he pulled her into the biggest hug his smaller stature could manage.

“Wait-! Yuu!” Chiyo struggled, her chin lodged snugly in the crook of his neck. “Let go of me!”

“Nu-uh!” He nuzzled her hair with a bright laugh. “There’s no way I’m letting someone so precious go!”

Eventually, after lots of prying and smacking his arm, Chiyo finally managed to break free of his grasp.

“Jeez,” she grumbled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her sundress. “Watch what you’re doing next time. We’re in public, remember?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Nishinoya chuckled, though his tone suggested that he wasn’t apologetic at all. He helped her smooth out her hair before leaning back on the park bench. “Thanks for worrying about me.”

Chiyo huffed. “So? How’s the rest of your team taking the loss?”

“They’re fine,” Nishinoya took a drink of his soda. “We’re aiming for the Spring Tournament now. Oh, and the third-years decided to stay on the team, believe it or not.”

“Really? Even with college entrance exams?”

Nishinoya nodded. “First-round preliminaries are in August, so we’re gonna be busy,” he then peered up at the passing clouds with a smile. “Honestly, I’m really glad they stayed. I really wanna try getting to nationals with the team we have now.”

“You will,” Chiyo assured him. “They have you on the team after all.”

She was about to say something else when a thought seemed to strike her. “Oh, that’s right!” Turning to her tote, she pulled out a small gift bag and handed it to him. “Here, this is for you.”

Nishinoya took the gift bag with two hands, surprised to be receiving more on top of the already eventful day they shared. “Can I open it?” He asked excitedly and Chiyo nodded.

“Go ahead.”

He reached a hand in, pushing past the colorful tissue paper and brushing against something hard. Curious, he pulled it out to find himself holding a very familiar looking silver Nintendo DS.

His eyes widened.

“I know you said not to worry about it,” she folded her hands over her lap. “But I fixed it up for you regardless.”

That Nintendo DS was originally Nishinoya’s. It was something he often brought over to the Amari residence to let Hotaru and Kaito play on. But about a week ago, right before interhighs, the two got into a fight over who got to clear the boss level and managed to break the handheld device by ripping the top half clean off.

Chiyo was very apologetic and even offered to pay for a replacement, but Nishinoya didn’t really care. Sure, it was a gift from his parents when he graduated elementary school. But he never held it with much sentimental value. He didn’t see either of them very much anyway, so it might as well have been a gift from a distant aunt and uncle.

But now, holding the device in his hands, he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

“I bought the replacement parts from the shop. My boss gave me some pretty good advice on how to link everything back together,” Chiyo continued to explain, completely unaware of the emotions bubbling inside his stomach. “But we couldn’t find a new shell since the model is so old, so I had to super glue it back together. I tried to put some epoxy clay between the spaces but it was too tight and wouldn’t close properly. So I just got rid of it.”

He ghosted a finger across the still visible cracks on the hinge, traces of dried glue still lingering here and there. He glanced at Chiyo, watching as she fidgeted with her bandages, waiting anxiously on his response.

It then hit him that the bandages on her fingers were probably a result of her poking around with the inner workings of the DS.

Suddenly, he felt something lodge in the back of his throat.

“Chiyo.”

“Y-Yes?” Her hands instinctively clenched on her dress.

“I’m gonna hug you.”

“Wha-?! Again?” Chiyo was about to protest, but she held her tongue when she met his honest gaze. She pursed her lips, then slowly opened her arms.

“Okay.”

Nishinoya took the opportunity as soon as it presented itself, burying his face into the crook of her neck with a tender smile.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” there was something faint in his voice. Though whether it was a laugh or sniffle, even Nishinoya himself didn’t know.

On the bus ride home, Nishinoya couldn’t stop toying with the DS, repeatedly opening and closing it to see if it really worked like it used to. From what he could tell, Chiyo did a good job at putting everything back together.

He always knew she was somewhat handy. Being the caretaker of two children meant she often had to repair her sibling’s electronics or toys whenever they broke. But as far as he knew, this was her first time working with something so complex.

As he gently closed the handheld console for what was probably the sixth time that ride, he felt a sudden thump on his shoulder. He looked to his side, surprised to find Chiyo fast asleep.

His eyes flickered down to her hands. And all he could imagine at that moment was Chiyo burning the midnight oil, single-mindedly tinkering with his DS. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

A strand of red hair fell in front of her face, brushing against her nose. Nishinoya gingerly reached down to tuck it behind her ear.

“I like you, Chiyo,” he whispered. “I like you a lot.”

story masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x oc #nishinoya #hq #nishinoya x oc #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x you

26 notes · View notes

yuujispinkhair · 10 months

Text

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 06)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 2.3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 06

I wanna feel you in my bones. I'm gonna tear into your soul. Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me (Desire by Meg Myers)

Several days pass, and the boy's behavior isn't bratty at all any longer. He's more like a lost puppy who's glad he found his owner again, wiggling his tail and pushing his head against Sukuna, begging him to make sense of everything again. He looks at Sukuna as if he is his whole world. And Sukuna gladly fills that role. He smiles his most charming smile, says the most sickeningly-sweet words, pets the brat's hair, and kisses him against the fridge, on the couch, in the hallway, and in their bed.

The repeated kissing changes their dynamic fundamentally. Itadori isn't as shy anymore. Actually, Sukuna is surprised by the number of times he finds himself getting pushed against a door or other objects, getting assaulted by Itadori's lips, the boy's strong hands grabbing Sukuna's collar, and his firm body pressing against him.

Suddenly the formerly flustered little idiot is so eager to get touched by his boyfriend, who he cannot remember.

On the other hand, why is Sukuna even surprised? He was in Itadori's mind for a long time. He knows that the brat is a horny little shit. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that once he got his first taste, he would come back for more.

Sukuna smirks gleefully into each kiss and groans in devilish pleasure when the brat opens his mouth to lick desperately at Sukuna's tongue, and drink Sukuna's spit as if he is dying of thirst and Sukuna is the only one who can save him.

It makes desire fill Sukuna's veins, burning hot and intense. He wants more. He wants all of the brat. He wants to break him, claim him. He wants to claw him open and crawl back inside him, fill him again, re-new that soul bond, and bind the brat to him like when they still shared a body. He wants to put a collar and leash on Itadori and hear him say he only belongs to Sukuna.

He knows he doesn't need that, though. The stupid little fool knows nothing. He doesn't even know himself. He is very willingly Sukuna's. There is no need for a collar and a leash.

But as eager and turned on as the brat is, he is also a flustered mess who doesn't know what to do with all those feelings and urges. His touches are clumsy when he tries to take control of the kisses when his hands roam over Sukuna's chest, and fingertips brush shyly over the hem of Sukuna's pants.

It's delicious and hugely amusing. Sukuna leaves him hanging right there, basking in the boy's frustration at not knowing what to do but wanting so much, slowly losing his little mind more and more with every kiss they share with every whispered endearment Sukuna breathes in his ear.

Soon.

Soon he will claim his prey.

The brat sits across from him at the large dining table, playing with the luxurious red cloth napkin. Sukuna finds that the brat's flustered state is even more delicious than the meal Uraume serves them. He thinks he can taste Itadori's nervousness, thinks he can smell it wafting over to him with a seductive sweet luring scent. Sukuna kissed him against the doorframe a few minutes before dinner, leaving the boy a breathless, turned-on mess. Deep, slow kisses while he pressed his body against the brat and didn't stop kissing until he felt the growing hardness in Itadori's pants rub against him. And now the brat is unable to focus on his meal, golden eyes dazed and his cheeks and lips red from arousal.

Sukuna wants to bite him, and not just metaphorically. The craving to touch the boy, to dig his teeth into his soft tan skin, to split it open and taste everything of him, is almost irresistible.

They shared a body and a soul only a short while ago. They were one. They were closer than anyone else could ever be.

And Sukuna can still feel that strange dull ache, that emptiness in his chest. That infuriating phantom pain where their souls used to be connected. It gets better the closer he is to the boy, but it is still always there under the surface. A longing, a craving. The raw desire that makes him want to reach out and claim the brat again. Maybe then things will feel right again.

He wants to bite Itadori hard enough to leave a mark of ownership, teeth marks on his skin, tasting his blood on his tongue, consuming a small part of him. He wants to push inside the brat, wants to fill him, wants to spit in his mouth and cum inside him, mixing their essences again, just like it is meant to be.

Sukuna takes a sip from his red wine before setting the glass on the table and smiling at the brat across from him.

"You look beautiful, darling."

His voice is a low, seductive caress, accompanied by a confident smirk and glittering blue eyes trailing slowly over the boy.

Itadori lifts his head, and golden eyes meet Sukuna's. He blinks, and then a broad delighted smile spreads over his face. Praise always works on the little fool.

"Thank you, Kuna. You look very good too!"

He bites his lip, blushing delightfully, when he adds,

"You are really gorgeous, baby."

Oh? Baby, huh?

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows bigger. So this is where they are now, hm? Petnames and compliments? Oh, he enjoys that. He loves seeing the boy trapped in his spider web, not even struggling anymore but giving himself to his hunter.

The boy is blushing, cheeks glowing with happiness, and a big stupid grin on his face. But his eyes flicker to Sukuna's, and there is an intensity in them that makes Sukuna's cock twitch.

He knows that tonight it will be more than kissing. And Itadori knows it too. Their eyes meet again as both bring a piece of delicious medium-rare meat to their mouths.

For a moment, Sukuna thinks he can see the same desire he feels mirrored in the boy's eyes. Maybe some of Sukuna's darkness stayed inside the brat. The thought makes Sukuna hum in pleasure. He takes a slow sip from his red wine, his gaze never leaving Itadori's.

The brat's pink hair looks pretty on the black silk pillowcase. Sukuna stares at it fascinatedly for a moment as he crawls over the boy with a grin on his face. The pink strands are fluffed up by the pillow, looking even softer than usual. Looking like the boy already got fucked several rounds.

Itadori's gaze meets his, golden eyes looking nervously up at Sukuna, lips parted in anticipation. Sukuna smirks. He can practically feel how much the brat craves him.

He wonders if the place inside the boy's chest where their souls were bound aches too. Does he also feel that strange phantom pain and has no clue what it is? Does he feel that tug, too, that makes him gravitate toward Sukuna? That magnetic feeling of needing to be closer?

They kiss on the bed, both just in their boxer briefs, deep passionate kisses that make the brat whimper so sweetly beneath him. Sukuna cannot help but laugh when he drags a low moan out of the boy when his teeth graze over his bottom lip. He can taste the desire on the brat's tongue. It makes his blood sing.

He knows the feeling of being desired, but it hits differently when that desire comes from someone who, in another life, despised him and would have hated to ever get touched by Sukuna like this. It hits differently when it is Itadori who wants him.

Sukuna presses him down onto the silk sheets with his heavy body, delighting in the whine coming from the boy and the strong hands landing on Sukuna's muscular back, fingers eagerly digging into his skin, pulling him even closer, wanting more, more, more.

He is so eager, so full of want. His mouth is opening under Sukuna's tongue, licking needily at his lips and mouth, hot and wet, breath coming out in short excited huffs, just as hungry for Sukuna as Sukuna is for him. But the difference between them is that the brat is hungry for Sukuna's love, while Sukuna is hungry for the boy's ruin.

Sukuna pushes his tongue deep into the brat's mouth, feeling a shudder run down his back when the boy moans and his body arches up against Sukuna, his hard cock pressing against Sukuna's matching erection.

A gasp falls from the boy's lips, golden eyes opening widely at the feel of Sukuna's hardness rubbing against him. His eyes burn with a mix of desire and fear. He is the most exquisite treat Sukuna has ever had.

Despite the brat's nervousness, he refuses to push Sukuna away. His strong fingers press even deeper into the muscles on Sukuna's back, hard enough to leave marks. The thought makes Sukuna groan against the brat's lips.

Sukuna flicks his tongue once more over the boy's open mouth, meeting his tongue in an open-mouthed wet kiss, marveling at the way their spit mixes.

Yes, drink me up, brat. Take me into you again.

He trails his lips over the brat's jaw, delighting in the way Itadori's head falls back on the pillow, craning his neck for his lover, offering his throat, his life, his everything. This is what Sukuna wants. Feed his desire on the boy that is his.

His lips latch to the side of the brat's neck, closing around his pulse point, sucking firmly on it, teeth closing around the soft skin and biting. Not hard enough to tear the skin, but enough to make it hurt. A pleasurable pain. The boy moans loudly, pushing his neck even closer to Sukuna's mouth, hard cock throbbing against Sukuna's hip, wet and hot, already leaking through his boxers.

That's something Sukuna always admired about his former vessel. The total disregard for pain. Itadori couldn't be stopped by it. He had such a passion burning inside him, all-consuming and burning hot, stronger than any pain he felt. It was erotic. It made Sukuna want him on his knees and show him the sweetest pain.

The brat is gasping and moaning, pushing needily against him, so cute in his desire. Sukuna rolls his hips into the brat's, grinding their hard cocks against each other, eliciting more moans from the boy.

Sukuna smirks. He wants to pull away to admire his work and see the marks he left on the brat, but a pair of strong arms stops him.

"No please...stay here.., Kuna."

The brat sounds desperate. His voice is low and raspy.

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows wider.

"You want it like this, baby?"

He rolls his hips against the brat, watching his golden eyes close and his lips open in a shaky moan.

"Yes, like this. Please."

The brat is so horny, completely lost in pleasure. Helpless in his desire, in his want for Sukuna. It makes something inside Sukuna howl. He almost can't hold himself back from ripping the brat's boxers off and just fuck him into the mattress, hard and brutal. But he has to take it one step at a time.

A hungry growl escapes his lips where they devour the boy, sucking on his neck and leaving his dark red marks on his skin. Temporary tattoos of ownership.

Sukuna grinds against the boy, humming when their erections rub against each other, hot and heavy, creating the most delicious friction even through the thin fabric of their boxers separating them.

The boy cries out his name, lifting his hips and rubbing needily against Sukuna. One of his hands lands in Sukuna's hair, sending shivers down Sukuna's spine as calloused fingertips caress over his undercut. A moment later, the same fingers grab a handful of Sukuna's hair and tug on it.

Sukuna moans.

His body is brimming with pleasure. It's been so long since he last could indulge in sexual activities. And it's more intense than he remembered it. It's downright ecstatic what he and the brat are doing. This raw desire between them, this hunger, this passion.

Itadori's fingers twist in Sukuna's hair almost painfully, forgetting his strength for a moment, so lost in pleasure, so out of control. It's the sweetest thing ever. Sukuna lets himself get pulled into another frantic kiss, letting the boy taste him again.

They grind against each other. It's passionate and hungry, their loud breathing and the wet sounds of their deep kisses filling the room.

The brat tenses up beneath him suddenly, fingernails digging sharply into Sukuna's back and scalp. A loud, desperate-sounding cry falls from his lips, only muffled by Sukuna's tongue in his throat.

Hot sticky wetness seeps through the brat's boxers, and bright red explosions bloom behind Sukuna's closed eyelids. A low growl escapes his lips, getting swallowed by the brat's mouth.

He snaps his hips faster, rolling them thoroughly against the brat, feeling the boy's warm seed staining Sukuna's boxers and, seeping through them, coating his cock in the brat's cum. It's this that makes the tight knot in Sukuna's core snap, and he cums with a low long-dragged groan, pressing himself tightly against the boy as his cock pulses a copious amount of hot seed into his boxers.

He opens his eyes to watch the brat, to witness the utter bliss on his face, the dilated pupils, the swollen lips, the spit running down his chin. And the adoration in his golden eyes when his gaze meets Sukuna's.

Finally, you know your place, brat.

Sukuna stays on top of the boy, resting his full weight on him and grinding against him slowly, making sure his cum seeps into Itadori's skin too, mingling their essences just like fate intended.

When they are this close, the dull ache in his chest is completely gone.

Desire is one of my top songs for Sukuita, and I think it is obvious why lol. This was the first smut chapter of this AU! I hope you enjoyed it! I love writing obsessed Sukuna!! But who wouldn't be obsessed with cute Yuuji? ;) Anyways, that phantom pain in Sukuna's chest is better when he is close to Yuuji, and that alone is a reason for me to get a bit emotional again. Let's see what else Yuuji can do for him. Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I would love to hear your thoughts. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

#sukuita #sukuna x yuuji #sukuna x itadori #jjk fanfic #sukuna #ryomen sukuna

128 notes · View notes

hawkins-losers · 2 years

Text

It’s a love story, baby just say ‘yes’ | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie get married in secret

Word count: 1k

A/N: I couldn’t not write something about Love story. This was supposed to be longer, but I scrapped the rest because I hated it

It was crazy, but standing in your mid-thigh white dress in Eddie's van, it felt right. Nothing ever felt more right.

Eddie's hand was on your thigh as he drove to Hawkins' city hall, sporting the same shit-eating grin on his face since he woke up. He was very excited.

You were too, but you had a nervous knot in your stomach that wouldn't go away. You and Eddie hadn't told anyone about your afternoon plans. Only Chrissy and Gareth knew, being each other's witnesses. You didn't want to have a big wedding ceremony, scared anyone would oppose the wedding and ruin your big day.

You hadn't even told your parents.

You were scared of their reaction when they'll see the red diamond on your ring finger. When they'll realize what you did behind their back.

Your mom is going to freak out. She didn't hate Eddie, but he wasn't what she had wanted for you. She was secretly hoping you’ll grow out of this ‘phase’ and realize that Eddie is not the right guy for you. She wanted blond hair and a scholarship - cough, Jason Carver - , not long hair and a creaky van.

Your dad is going to be furious. Since the beginning of your and Eddie’s relationship, he had been very vocal about his dislike and disapproval of your boyfriend, leading to you and Eddie sneaking around their backs to see each other.

Your love hadn’t been easy, but it was nice to know that all these nights sneaking out to the garden to see him and the countless 'sleepovers at Chrissy's' who were sleepovers at Eddie's hadn’t been for nothing.

Eight months later, your love was still going strong - much to their dismay.

The night he proposed, you didn’t see it coming.

You and Eddie were quietly talking in his bed about everything and nothing when he pulled out a ring pop and asked for your hand. At first, you had laughed, assuming it was a joke, but the seriousness in his deep brown eyes and the way he had been nervously biting his lip as he held it out told you it was real.

‘’I can't offer you a fancy house or big rocks to wear around, but I love you, and that's all I really know.’’

He paused, reaching for the real ring that was safely hidden in the case of his guitar - away from your snoopy self. It was in a small velvet case; a beautifully crafted silver band with a red diamond in the middle. It gave fantasy crowns vibes and you loved it.

’’Y/N, I know this is soon and that we're very young, but you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You're my light when all others go out. You're the one I want by my side in every situation until my dying breath. You love me wholly and for who I am, with my dramatics antics, quirks and sardonic jokes.’’

A soft laugh had spilled from your lips, your eyes sparkling with emotions. Although the ring had been right in front of you, you still couldn’t believe it was happening. You could feel your heart beating, thumping, through your whole body.

‘’We've been told many times that our love shouldn't be, but fuck their opinions and let's get married. What do you say?’’

Tears were blurring your eyes as you nodded, your voice stuck in your throat due to the emotions.

An ear to ear grin broke on Eddie’s face at your answer, making him happier than the day he bought his precious guitar. ‘’It’s a ‘yes’?’’

You nodded again, and he grabbed your face to kiss you. ‘’Yes. A thousand and one times yes,’’ you said against his lips, a happy tear falling down your face.

Less than a month later, after saying 'I do' and signing the wedding papers, you and Eddie had a little moment outside the courthouse. His earlier grin was still there, but it was accompanied by a bounce in his step and sparkles in his deep brown eyes. He never thought he'd get married, but here he was, holding your marriage license in his left hand.

''We did it! We got married!'' you gushed, jumping in front of your newly-husband. Your mouth was hurting from smiling so much in the past thirty minutes.

''Damn right, Mrs. Munson,'' Eddie confirmed, smiling as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You felt a flutter in your chest, hearing your new name for the first time. Mrs. Munson. It felt odd on your tongue - not used to it yet -, but you liked the sound of it.

You snaked your arms around Eddie's neck, kissing your husband with all the passion and love you had in you.

''Do we have to go to the party? I kind of just want you to myself,'' Eddie asked when he pulled away, needing to breathe. ''I want my wife all to myself.'' He planted a kiss on the side of your neck, then traveled up to your ear and jaw, making you giggle.

You secretly wished you could do that too, wanting nothing more than to spend the next days alone with Eddie, but everyone was celebrating at your house. You and Chrissy had organized a last gathering before parting for college, but you had known all along that it was a wedding party.

''We can't ditch them like that. They still think it's a last gathering party.''

Eddie cocked an eyebrow, playing coy. ''It's not?''

You hit his shoulder, then smiled at the nice button-up he had put on for the event. He looked so handsome. You thought you'd have to put up a fight to make him dress nice and ditch the band tee shirts, but Eddie had surprised you and already bought a black button-up. It wasn't the traditional groom attire, but neither was your short dress.

When you pulled up at your house, you stayed in the van and took a couple deep breaths before throwing yourself at the wolves. Some people will be happy for you, but you were expecting some bad reactions too.

''Will you hold my hand if it goes terribly bad?''

Eddie took your hands in his and kissed them. ''I said 'I do' didn't I? For better and for worse.''

Your heart swelled with fondness. You had definitely made the right choice by marrying him.

Taglist: @broadway-or-noway @violetsleftfist @thelaststraw3 @cursedandromedablack @Slashersimpfor @savagejane1 @wh0reforbucknasty @eddiemunson-slut @slvdsjjk @hehehehannahthings @dreamdancers-world @grace-loux @iamharrystyleslover @matildavol6 @Original_babababoo @eddiemunsonbby @notbeforelong @lexi-2004 @violetrainbow412-blog @tatespillows @alwayslexii @lilygreennn @milkiane @imahomeslice @bunnygrl16 @cwritesforfun @marauders3rawh0re @your-mom21 @parkersmyth @voguesir @milkiane @andrewgarfields-girlfriend @lilygreennn @alexxavicry @charlie-chick @wandamaximoffs-deadchild @horrorstreet @rmeddar123 @pastel-abyss-x @lil-tracys @lanalanabanana @Sinclairlust @luvmybbies @chloepricesgrafitimarker @inluvweddiemunson @i-like-trains

Eddie Munson taglist: @nighttwingg @yourfavoriteakutagawakinnie @heizenka @eddiemvunsongf @Eddie_munsons_girlfriend @magicalchocolatecheesecake @eddiemunsonistheloveofmylife @avril-reblog-cave @Fandomfaeryreads @harrys-tittie @straycatarang @fourlokiss @eddiemattress @ghoulishlygrey @paola-carter @bubsonnobx @pauldanoswifereal @ofherscarlettwitchways @kiszkathecook @truewdw1 @bubsonnobx @ohhrexella @Dreamtiara @pastelbabygirl19 @steves-robin @eddiemunsonbby @jenlouvre @bonked-beyond-belief2 @tvserie-s-world @bootlegmothman420 @courtmr @chrisxevans-seb @satinselenite @thikkiesixx @jennilynn63 @nia-um @welcometohellfirw @strangermarvelgirl @sugar-simz @fandomloversvaries @miakatharinaa @julsss321 @m1rkw00dpr1ncess @Minksblog @soph69420world @ameliakf13 @nancewheelersworld @parasadic-blog @nluvwitheddiemunson @veniceb1tch88 @ali-r3n @Luv.eddie @stephylovesmayahawke

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things

506 notes · View notes

fullofgutsndopamine · 18 days

Text

No Ones Gonna Love Me (like you did)

or: the one where you invite hasan over for dinner

FITPS!verse (masterlist soon; part of a series)

TW/ cursing, alcohol, mention of nightmares, insomnia, implied past child abuse (not graphic)

"you look like shit."

hasan huffs, rubs a hand over his face, "Yeah, i-" she don't give him time to answer, using her thumb to hold his chin up to the light, turning his face over in the lights.

"Seriously, Hasan," she shakes her head, turning his ghoulish white face in the light from side to side, "are you sleeping?"

he sighs, "yeah, i'm sleeping-"

his voice is gentle, a lie, feels bad lying to her-

"seriously, Hasan," there's concern laced in her voice, "you look like you haven't slept in years. tell me the truth, or i'll ask Amelie."

he huffs, rolls his eyes on this threat (as if Amelie doesn't run into the library every day and pull on her cardigan sleeves, "hasan said he only got one hour of sleep last night." she pauses, her eyebrows laced together, "i'm worried.")

but her hand goes from pulling at his face at all these different lights and angles to resting against the side of his face.

finally, he leans against her hand, really taking in the feeling, a gentle sigh, "Just havin' a little trouble sleeping is all, i guess."

his eyes stay shut against her hand.

her voice drops, because she knows hasan would hate if people heard this part of him:

"hasan," she says gently, "is it the nightmares again?"

he huffs, the scared part of him that hides in her when you two sleep together gone,

"'m fine, princess'" he says, takes her hand, "i promise."

brings her hand to his mouth and kisses the top of it, makes her roll your eyes but red still races to your face.

she knows in passing, of the nightmares. the way he tosses and turns in bed, sweating, gripping onto the sheets for dear life, waking up borderline hysterical, his face hidden in her so he doesn't wake Amelie up, even when he's worried he's half dying, that his parent lurks behind a doorway, down the hall, ready to pounce-

"you lie," she says simply, dropping her voice, "let me take care of you for once, come over for dinner tonight, my treat."

he sighs, rubs his eyes, "i can't. i got amelie-"

she hits his shoulder gently, "the both of you, obviously." she rolls her eyes, "you two are a package deal."

he sighs, runs his hand through his hair, "i dunno-

mentally he goes through the list of things he has to do: laundry, pack Amelie's lunch, bath time, homework-fuck, he should probably take a shower too-

but he thinks of spending half the night alone, amelie tangled in her own things to do, and the familiar ache and gnaw of loneliness pulls at his stomach-

"i'll pull out my secret weapon if i have to." she teases gently and finally, finally he smiles-

"Yeah?" he snorts, takes a step closer to you, so your bellies practically touch, "and what's that, princess?”

a large, toothy smile out of her, "Amelie." it's simply, all it takes, and he knows it, groans. one mention of her being able to go to your house for dinner and it's over for him.

"fine," he sighs, "if you're sure-"

a nod from her, "positive. five o' clock, don't be late."

and he snorts, leans in, a gentle kiss to your forehead, "five. we'll be there."

and he's walking up the stairs, hand in hand with amelie before she can second guess yourself.

the problem with inviting hasan over for dinner is mostly that fact that it's the eighth wonder of the world how she’s alive. cooking isn't her strong spot, and hasan will insist on paying if she orders food in (or she’ll find it in your running shoes day later)

so with the only plan to get home and try her best, she dips out of work early and race home, and start.

"baby," hasan sighs, has been pacing by the staircase the last ten minutes, "c'mon, we're gonna be late."

some stomping, a vague noise of something being thrown, and her voice sounds like it's stuck in something, comes back muted and far away, she yells back: "one second!"

being alone with his thoughts is dangerous.

he turns, looks in the old mirror that hangs by the closet by the front door.

fuck he thinks i need a haircut.

he adjusts his shirt sleeves. a long sleeve button down was probably too much. decides to roll the sleeve up to his elbows, hope it doesn't look too wrinkly, though it was in the back of his closet.

his jeans are the only pair he has that don't have rips or grease or any sort of black stain on them, a nicer pair (as far as stuff he owns goes), found them shoved in the back of his closet in a corner, told himself he'd never have an occasion to wear them-

"Aimes!" he yells again, deciding if he looks at himself any long he's going to overthink it and just not go-

only to be face to face with amelie.

she carries her stuffed rabbit under her arm, was hasan’s, passed down to her now ("to keep you safe'" he said gently when he gave it to her)

"i'm right here, hasan," she giggles, "here." and she passes a rubber band to him a small comb, and him, with no care in the world for being in the threshold of the door, drops to his knees and slowly combs her hair. his fingers work slowly, but delicately, a messy braid as he puts the rubber band around it-

"perfect, let's get your coat."

he stands, bundles her up, picks her up and she's on his hip, the stuffed rabbit squished between their bellies-

even though it's december, and dark early and cold, taking the truck seems like a waste of gas (and he can't convince himself to spend anymore money on gas. plus, it would take a miracle, three prayers and a sacrifice for the truck to turn on, depending on its mood)

by the time they get to her door, they're all but shivering, but she ushers them in, take the coats.

her face is pink when hasan hands his coat over, seeing him, dressed semi nicely for once, not in clothes that don't have his shops logo on it, or an old band or hockey shirt, makes you blush for some silly reason-

"you clean up nicely." she teases gently.

he sighs, pulls on his shrit, "yeah uhm. Amelie insisted-"

it's a lie, and amelie gasps, "I did-"

but he covers her mouth, "darling, i think i just saw her cat in the kitchen-"

and she gasps and is off.

"kids these days," hasan tries to laugh, but his face is pink, "you uh-" he shakes his head, "look amazing."

and now it's her turn to snort, because he's lying, has to be. she’s wearing an old apron, old stains no matter how much she’s washer it, torn and worn with age, jeans and an old reading shirt the library put together two summers ago-

"Charming, as always." she finally says, and his face is still pink.

"oh uh-here."

he holds up a small bag, and before she can argue, he rolls his eyes: "i'm a gentleman, god damn it. i can't come empty handed."

the bag contains a small bouquet of newspaper paper flowers, the kind she taught Amelie how to make a few days prior, as she was poured over the kitchen table, teaching hasan, and a small bottle of wine.

"hasan," she clicks her tongue, taking the bouquet of flowers and thinking of where to put them, turning the label of wine

he interrupts you, "none of that, i have some manners."

it quiet for a second, weighing the flowers and wine in her hand for a second, he claps his hands:

"put me to work. what's left?"

and realistically, she wanted it to be like those lazy sundays in she dreamt of with him-he sleeps in, no nightmares, wakes up well rested and ready for the day. he spends the day in, and shes by his side, amelie runs between you two-

she shakes the thought from her head, almost too pathetic-

hasan stirs the spaghetti sauce.

it was hidden in the bottom of the freezer, but is just as good as new, a recipe passed down and down until it finally got to her-

"smells amazing," hasan all but gushes, wears a pink kiss the cook apron she all but insisted he wore so he didn't ruin the nice shirt, "i hope you didn't go through too much trouble for us."

amelie giggles, on her belly in the middle of the kitchen, plays with the small kitten that usually darts inbetween your legs,

"Anything for you." she says, and she means it, smiling when she sees how he blushes and messes with his shirt sleeves.

dinner is served on plates passed down to her, but it's all the same to them. amelie sits next to hasan and talks with her hands to the two of them about school, and hasan engages the entire time, and a smile never leaves your face as you watch him in his element.

hasan insists she sits while he cleans the dishes, pours a small glass of wine as she sits on the small island. he sings along quietly to the songs on the radio, even if he doesn't know it, makes up his own lyrics as amelie dodges inbetween his legs, chasing the cat and teasing hasan-

night falls and the two collapse onto the too small couch in her front room; hasan’s legs all but fall over the edge of it, but he doesn't seem bothered, curled up between him and the couch, amelie passed out on the floor

his voices comes back low, deep with sleep, and she thought he was long passed out: "thank you, for tonight. i-i needed it."

the pad of his thumb draws circles over your cheek, the only other indication he's awake.

"always," she says gently, looking up at him, "i mean it whenever you need it."

a lazy laugh out of him, "i'll remember that, princess.”

and a few minutes later, the circles stop and a quiet snore from him, and you know you accomplished the small task.

hasan dreams of ways to make it up to you.

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker x you #hasan x reader #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker

9 notes · View notes

sp1rit-realm · 1 year

Text

༻¨*:· 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ seasonal depression is a pain in the ass.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 james potter x reader 𖦹 HURT/NO COMFORT 𖦹 depressed reader D: 𖦹 gn!reader (no pronouns used) 𖦹 still have not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 shitty writing/ending 𖦹 i cried while writing this. 𖦹 like ugly cried

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 687

"It's just... hard," You mumble.

It was raining today, and the sea was enraged. The waves were crashing onto the shore, lacking the usual gentleness they held.

September was always hard. It was that weird time of year when it was getting colder and the days were becoming shorter. Green leaves were turning red and orange, plants were dying, and the sun seemed to hide.

James had trouble comprehending what it was like to be sad for seemingly no reason at all.

"Why?" He asked. His eyes held so many questions, and you had so few answers.

Why?

"Because," You paused and furrowed your brows, "It's getting... colder. And the sun isn't out as often, and that's hard, too."

James cocked his head, and you wanted to cry at the slight frown on his lips, "I still don't understand. I thought you liked the cold weather?"

You took a deep, melancholic breath, "I do." You were getting quieter, curling into yourself, "Or, at least, I thought so, but there's something about my feet and my nose being cold all the time. It makes life... unbearable," You explained, and James's heart broke.

His frown deepened, "Well, can't you just wear socks and mittens? Those will keep you warm."

He didn't understand, and you appreciated the sentiment. You did. But you wondered if this relationship would work out because how could you be with someone when they don't understand why you're feeling the way you do?

You weren't sure.

You sighed, watching the waves. They were so angry. So, so angry. You felt that way, to some extent.

Angry that you were feeling this way, that your wonderful boyfriend couldn't understand why you were feeling this way, and that he couldn't help. Because wearing mittens and socks doesn't fix depression. Sitting by the fireplace with tea doesn't solve everything. James didn't understand that. And you knew it was unfair to get upset with him because he's only trying his hardest, but sometimes you wished you could sit him down and scream at him.

You wished you could say: "I'm sad, and I don't know why! Because I do like the cold and wearing socks and mittens while sipping tea by the fireplace, but that doesn't fix it. And that's hard. It's so hard, James."

But you couldn't; you couldn't stand seeing his face as his heart crumbled. You knew it would if you said those words. And that would only make it harder.

September was a hard month, and so were October, December, January, and February because it was so cold all the time.

Soon, you learned that it was even colder with nobody there. You regretted it all. You regretted leaving him because he tried his hardest even though he didn't understand. And despite your flaws, he held and hugged you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

But people do stupid things in September that they'll come to regret in March.

Life was dull without him. James was the sun to your rain, but he was gone. You hurt him, and his voice still haunts your nightmares.

"It's okay," He said. "It's okay, I understand."

You remember how his voice cracked as he apologized for not being enough. And you remember watching his heart shatter.

Now, your life was rain and gloom and darkness. Now, your heart ached with a new sadness it had never experienced before you left him.

You lived in a small, shoddy flat and worked mind-numbing shifts at a local market.

You were restocking milk when you heard a ruckus. You looked to your left and saw a tall man with messy black hair. It seemed that he had dropped a gallon of milk. He turned around, looking for a worker, and he spotted you. As you look into his eyes, you're seventeen years old again, planning your life with one another. Then you blink and remember that you're just two broken adults staring at each other, wishing you were strong enough to love.

But you did something stupid that September and you regret it every second of your life.

Thank you for reading, lovelies

Mutuals ଘ(੭ ˊᵕˋ)੭*༺ ♡‧₊˚ @sw34terw34ther @innerloverpainter @forourmoons @lgwifey @puppy-coded @masivechaos @hvlyregulus @ell0ra-br3kk3r @evergreenlover @goodoldfashionedluvergirl

#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fanfiction #james potter fic #hurt no comfort #hannah's head hurts #sp1rit realm #₊˚.༄ hannah writes

147 notes · View notes

sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months

Text

Samuraiden Valentine's Day

Femboy Raiden was requested so I decided to turn it into a Valentie's Day special. Warning: highly cursed smut. Expect to never listen to Snake Eater again

Raiden posed seductively on his bed. He had invited Sam over for the evening and was getting ready to give said Brazilian a strip tease. "Bonito, how can we do this if you're mostly metal?" The cyborg then placed a clawed finger over the mans lips. "Just let me do this or I swear that I'm going to fucking gag you!" Sam then felt something begin to rise and it wasn't a metal gear ray.

Anyway back to Jack. Raiden had decided to pick a special outfit for tonight. He had doktor cutosmize his body so that his chest now resembled a lacey red bra and his crotch plate was now a matching set of panties. He had dyed his hair a light pink and put on some white cat ears. Also included were his usual pumps but in hot red. The cyborg then started posing Bayonetta style, giving high kicks to the air as he rested. "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me HARD!"

"Jack, we can do your little movie questionnaires tomorrow. Right now I'm gonna show you the difference between a tool and a sword." Raiden then pushed Sam on to the bed and waved his finger. "Not until I've finished my dance." He then started grinding on top of Samuel. "Oh good. Why that's very good! Yes I like that!" the Brazilian moaned. They began to share a passionate kiss only for Raiden to bite too hard, nearly ripping off the mans lip in the process. This was the price one would pay for frenching a jaw made of steel but he was hardly complaining.

"Sorry..." the cyborg said. "I'm not quite used to this body yet." Sam laughed. "Nevermind it blondie. Better yet, I encourage it!" Raiden paused. "What are you saying!?" Sam then smacked the cyborgs ass like a drum. "More. Hurt me MORE!" Just like that and he was turned on. By that I mean the switch to let Jack out had been hit. "I think it's time I give you a demonstration..."

Jack then pulled out l' étranger and used it's whip form on the man beneath him. He hit each cheek in rythmn to hollaback girl. "Had enough yet puta?" Sam groaned. "That's Spanish, not Portuguese. You better show me a good time Jack!" Crap. It seemed like he did something wrong. "On to plan B then." Jack thought. "I think I'll show you what I learned after finishing off Vamp. Let's just say I'm very skilled in the art of being a snake eater."

Jack then shredded Sam's pants with his razor sharp claws until he found what he was looking for. He then said "It's Metal Gear Rising time!" and began to pump Sam's errect cock. Before he could let Sam become a snake beater, he unhinged his jaw and removed the metal plating. He then swallowed his penis whole like he had some strange vore fetish. Soon Sam climaxed and cried "THERE WILL BE CUM, SHED!"

Jack then swallowed because he knew this would be his only source of electrolytes for the night. He then crawled on the bed next to his lover and said "boowomp". Sam was just getting started though. "Let's dance!" He tore off the lingerie and felt Jacks pecks. He tried to see if his nipples were hard and felt around. He then heard a click and released that his boyfriend was coming apart at the seams.

Sam noticed a small section of wires poking out. He began to gently press his finger into the crease and heard Jack begin to moan. He took this as a sign to continue and started penetrating deeper with his finger. Jack then rolled his head around and let out a loud "MEEEEOOOOOOWWWW". The screen quickly shifts to their next door neighbour Adam. Loud Russian cursing could be heard and it was then that he decided that tonight was when he was going to call animal control.

Sam felt a jolt pass through his finger and pulled his hand back. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to use his metal hand. He then made a mental note to ask Monsoon about how electricity works. Now it was time for him to reach third base. He spread the cyborgs thighs and took out some lube, only to find that Raiden had no sort of entrance. He was like Ken but instead of being moulded plastic it was steel.

"Where is it!?" Sam searched frantically but the only brown eyes he could find were his own two that were looking downward. "What's taking so long Sam?" The Brazilian wasn't sure how to phrase this. "Erm Jack, where is-, how do you-, I can't fin-". The cyborg tried to calm him down. "What's wrong. This is never a problem with Rose." Sam just started at him. "Who?"

"My wife but she isn't relevant to this story. What she does is give me a strap-on and then that's how we do it." Sam was shocked. "But- but... that gorgeous ass. Why would such a pretty boy have one if he wasn't going go use it?" Now it was Raiden's turn to laugh. "Sam, this is a metal gear game. Everyone has enough cake for a bakery."

"That's it! Shut it off!" Sam turned off his VR headset. He thought he could at least be with blondie like this but virtual reality was cruel. He then turned on Titanic and let his hair down. He was wearing a women's business dress. "Why can't I be the Rose to your Jack?!" He then began to sob while Bladewolf prayed that if a god did exist then he would take away his hearing abilities.

#crack fic #shitpost #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #raiden mgr #jetstream sam #samuraiden #cursed #Mgs characters having canonically large posteriors #Bladewolf at the end #Monsoon and Vamp mentioned #Certain Russian man gets two second cameo #samuel rodrigues

13 notes · View notes

fionajames · 7 months

Note

*deep inhale*

Hey hey hey!

Sorry that sounded way better in my head. Good morning, since it’s midnight where I am, and I hope you don’t have writers block because that’s the worst thing that could possibly happen!

Anyway, requesting tiiiiiiime! May i pleeeeease have Dhole, your OC, helping out the 501st in a deadly battle with Ahsoka, Rex, Anakin, and any other clone/Jedi you’d want? And May I have angst and maybe a minor injury (no preference who)?

Sorry, I have a thing for the Injury ones since to me it brings out emotions and tension and draws the reader in to make sure they’re okay, you know?

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH <3 thank you! Sincerely, your grateful follower, Sha. (That’s my name)

OKAY THIS IS MY 2ND TIME TRYNNA POST THIS CAUSE THE FIRST TIME MY COMPUTER KEYBOARD STOPPED WORKING AND SO I SPENT 15 MINS PANICKING ONLY FOR IT TO MAGICALLY START WORKING AGAIN

LET ME START THIS OFF BY SAYING SHA YOU'RE AMAZING AWESOME COOL FANTASTIC SPLENDID SPECTACULAR AND AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! TYSM FOR THE REQEUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111

SEE PEOPLE?! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN UR REQUEST! U GET SHOWERED WITH MY LOVE! DONT U WANT THAT LOVE?! THEN REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!! SRSLY!!!!!!

I RLLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS AND THIS IS BY FAR MY LONGEST YET SO AYYAYAYAYA

ALSO THE LAST LINE IS SO EPIC AND EMOTIONAL BUT AS SOON AS I PRESSED FULL STOP - PERIOD FOR THE AMERICANS (I THINK) ITS THIS THING . THAT ONE - THE ORDER 66 EPIC THEME VERSION BY SAMUEL KIM CAME ON AND I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM CYRING IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE ZOOM WRITING CLASS

ANYWAYS ENJOY

Dhole glanced at Dice again, who was staring straight ahead at the doors of the gunship. The boy readjusted his hold on his blasters, glancing to his side where Ahsoka was grinning. He and Dice had been sent alongside the 501st and 212th to safely escort a Senator back to Coruscant after his planet had been invaded by the Separatists. Once they’d freed the Senator, the two Corrie’s and a small squad would head home whilst the others and the Jedi continued the fight until the Republic had regained control over the tropical planet.

“Dhole, are you alright?” A voice asked and the red-armoured boy turned to Xi, who was clutching his helmet under his arm, running a hand through his black hair. Dhole went to do the same, entangling his fingers in his mess of curls, tugging wisps down to his eye level to see the red colour he’d dyed the ends. “Brother, are you alright?”

“Ah yes, sorry Xi!” He chirped back, pushing down his nerves and attempting to reconstruct the sunny facade he was slowly slipping out of. Sure, Dhole was a sunny boy, but the longer the war continued on for, the less sunny he was. “Sorry, Xi, just zoned out.”

The older trooper gave him a doubtful glance but nodded. The small Togrutan girl next to Dhole poked his side.

“Dhole, why are you so nervous?” Ahsoka asked quietly, and Dhole inwardly cursed the stupid Force giving her the ability to sense his emotions.

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong, kid,” he told her with a forced smile. It then melted to a frown as the gunship swayed in the air. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Ahsoka laughed and that helped to at least make Dhole’s shoulders relax a little. “My Master says that all the time!”

“Says what, Vod’ika?” Dhole asked, a smile growing on his face but this one wasn’t fake.

“‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this,’” she explained. “He says it so much!”

“Really?” Dhole chuckled, before muttering as he put his helmet on. “Maybe he’s right then.”

The plan was simple enough to follow and Dhole shouldn’t’ve felt as scared and nervous as he did - nerves swirling around his stomach and making it lurch with every step he took. He watched as the Clones around him started blasting at the enemy, and his heart lurched when Ahsoka ran away from his side - towards the enemy with her green lightsabers blocking blasts.

Dhole moved as his body commanded - away from the heat of the blasts and to cover, where he breathed deeply and blinked away his panicked tears. Why was he so worked up?

“Dhole, focus!” Rex called to him, noticing the robotic movements his brother had adopted and the way his hands were shaking. “Vod’ika, are you alright?” The blonde Clone shuffled closer to the younger, placing an armoured hand on his shoulder. Even though they were both wearing helmets, Dhole could hear Rex’s concern.

“Yes sir!” He chirped back, steadying his voice and accidentally slipping back into the soldier-voice the Kaminoans expected off them. “Sorry sir!”

Rex flinched, frowning at the boy’s language. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Dhole watched the Captain turn away as he leapt to his feet, expecting his natural battle instincts to kick in. He fired at the enemy - his brothers by his side - but his instincts hadn’t kicked in properly.

A grenade exploded to his side - a white armoured Clone flew past him from the impact of the explosion - as he was thrown to the side. Dhole cried out when a piece of sharp, metal shrapnel cut into his arm - straight through his armour. Someone beside him shouted something, but his vision had tinted with a red haze.

“Fox!” Dhole screamed out instinctively, reaching his good armour up. His instincts howled for his older brother, but he was not there.

“Dhole!” A voice called, a feminine voice. Ahsoka, his mind gently explained, and he barely heard it over the sound of his own thoughts screaming for his brother. “Rex, medic!”

Dhole felt several tears fall from his eyes - tears of pain that he couldn’t stop - as he reached his hand to Ahsoka, desperate for any feeling of comfort. A hand slipped into his and he squeezed it gently, trying to stop himself from gripping her hand like the lifeline it was.

“Dhole!” A voice screamed and suddenly he felt his body shift unwillingly as someone grabbed him. He screeched in pain and wreathed in the person’s hands. Two hands moved to pull his helmet off. And even though it was red-tinted, Dhole could recognise the familiar - yet unfamiliar in the immense worry that adorned it - face of Dice, the burn scar crinkled with worry.

The person holding his helmet was his General, whose face was swirling with worry and he was biting his lip in concentration. “Kix is on his way,” the brunette told him, glancing to his Padawan. “Cover him, I’ll continue the fight with Obi-Wan.”

Ahsoka didn’t have time to protest - not that she would have anyway - as her Master leapt to his feet and rejoined the battle.

Dhole barely noticed anything after that - his vision was too blurry and his limbs were white hot with pain. Kix arrived shortly after and tended to him, but midway through the medical attention, he blacked out.

“Kix!” A voice called and Dhole flinched at the loud, unfamiliar sound. “I believe your trooper is awake!” Is that, Dhole thought. General Kenobi? He opened one eye hesitantly, recoiling from the bright light but getting confirmation about his thoughts from the ginger Jedi hovering above him.

A face appeared in his vision, but it was not a Clone.

“Oh good, you're awake!” General Skywalker told him with a grin. Dhole internally frowned. Since when did the Jetti care so much about me? He thought.

“Dhole!” A voice cried out and the boy flinched as Dice threw his arms around him, encasing him in a hug. Dice was shaking. “You scared me Vod’ika!”

Dhole sunk into his arms numbly, too tired to speak.

“We were worried you were dead,” General Skywalker explained, and Dhole had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, sir, but why were you worried? I’m just another clone,” Dhole told him and Dice promptly smacked him on the back of the head. Dhole chose to ignore it.

“You are not just another clone to us,” the General replied, sitting down beside the Clone. “You’ve done some amazing work, Dhole - that’s why you're an ARC Trooper - and your kind as well. You’ve saved our lives many times before, and that's why we chose to get to know you.”

Dhole’s face fell and then was replaced by one of utter shock. His stomach swirled with warmth and a grin broke out over his face, his vision blurring with tears. He lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around the brunette General.

General Skywalker’s face contorted with shock before he wrapped his arms around the crying Trooper, soothing him by running a hand through his curls gently and playing with the stray wisps. “Shh, it’s alright.”

“Thank you so so so much, General,” Dhole spluttered out relaxing into the comforting arms of the Jedi. His heart ached with joy as a tear fell from his eye, getting caught in his eyelashes like raindrops do.

“He’s right, you know,” General Kenobi spoke up as Dhole watched Dice leave the room, seconds later Ahsoka entered. The Togruta waved to him frantically, beaming all the while. “You're not just Clones to us. Your soldiers, men, and you deserve a lot better than what you're getting.”

“You really believe that?” Dhole asked, pulling away from General Skywalker, who gave his back an affectionate pat.

“Of course!” Ahsoka chipped in, moving to sit beside her friend and drape her arm over his shoulders. “Your our family too, Vod!”

Dhole bit his lip, but he couldn’t stop the tears as they began spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, burying his face in the teenager’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” General Kenobi chided softly, hand on the Trooper’s back. He was smiling sympathetically, blue eyes shining with truth.

“Yeah, we’re all one great big family!” Anakin laughed, grinning and Dhole couldn’t stop himself from grinning back.

“The Jedi and the Clones,” Dhole chucked. “A formidable family!”

But everyone knows family doesn’t last forever.

I HOPE U GUYS LIKED THAT!!!!!!!

HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LY!!!!!

#clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #501st legion #captain rex #tcw #ahsoka #anakin skywalker #clones #ahsoka tano #obi-wan kenobi #corrie guard #corouscant guard #oc #my ocs #ocs #jedi #ka’ra writes ❤️

14 notes · View notes

darkyanderesworld · 5 months

Text

Blood and gold 3

Part 1 part 2

T/w: mild gore, blood, death, platonic yandere stuff, abandonment issues

I was supporting Tanigaki as we were walking. His leg was still causing him trouble. Because we were rushing, he couldn't properly cover our tracks, so I was constantly looking around, scared that we might be spotted. I was lost in my thoughts before tuged me to go in a certain direction. "Walk In the Bears' footsteps." He said sternly. I did as I was told, but if we're walking in the same direction of the bear tracks, could we run into a bear? I tried not to think about it too much. "Do you think they'll find us?" I asked in a shaky voice. Tanigaki pulled me into a hug, trying to confort me. "We are going to be fine. Just do what you're told." Then we continued to follow the tracks until we found a half buried dear. "I'm going to set up a trap. You find a good place we can hide and get a good view of the deer." I nodded and walked around, looking for someplace that isn't too close or too far. I eventually found a place that could hide both of us. I couldn't help but think what the trap was going to do, but if this could keep us alive, we need to do it. By now, the sun has fallen, and it has gotten really cold, which left me shivering and alone. I couldn't see much, so when I felt someone touch me, I screamed, but my mouth was covered quickly. "Shhhh, it's me calm down." He kept his hand over my mouth for a few seconds before letting go, then pulling me into his lap while wrapping his cloak around me. "We need to keep warm." He said, holding me tightly against him. It was warm, but I didn't like being held, so I started to squirm. Which didn't make him budge, so I just gave up, and we stayed like this until daybreak. Tanigaki set up a fire near the deer, and it eventually caught the attention of the two men. The soldier who walked up to the fire was the one who had his hands on Huci.

I had no idea what Tanigaki had planned, and I kinda felt bad for the man. But out of nowhere, a bear came out and attacked the man, I was about to scream, but my mouth was covered again. The sight of him being mauled terrified me his blood stained the snow around him red. His screams of pain and for help didn't help either. At least i knew what the other soldier's name was 'ogata.' I'll remember that. Ogata did eventually shoot the bear, and that allowed Tanigaki to find him and shoot him. I covered my eyes so I didn't have to see it. Soon, i felt arms wrap around me and held me tightly. "Everything Is going to be alright. If we didn't kill them, they would've killed us." Tanigaki said softly. It was kinda comforting, but It wouldn't get the image of the blood out of my head. A voice interrupted us, and I quickly grabbed my gun, but Tanigaki stopped me. "Don't move!" However, Tanigaki seemed to know this person. But I didn't listen to their conversation. I didn't care. Though it was nice to be around someone friendly. "Who Is this? Is she your sister?" The man was talking about me, and before I said anything, Tanigaki answered. "Yes, she is my sister. She came to check on me." That answer seemed to satisfy the man, and he talked about us coming with him to talk to lieutenant tsurumi. Tanigaki seemed hesitant about it, and the soldier noticed. "Tanigaki, what's wro-" before he could finish, he was shot in the head. Tanigaki didn't bother to try and cover my cry of fear, probably because we weren't in as much danger. we quickly rushed back to asirpa's village, not staying around too long. When we returned, Huci and osoma were happy to see us. He ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

"(Y/n)! You're back!" He yelled. I honestly wasn't too enthusiastic. What happened earlier had just made me tired. Huci allowed me to sleep in the common room next to Tanigaki, I was too terrified to be alone. I lay next to him with my head in his lap, and he ran his hands through my hair. Though I couldn't get much sleep, the images of the dying men plagued my mind. Tanigaki felt bad for doing this to me, so he tried his best to comfort me. After a few days, sugimoto, asirpa, and shiraishi returned. It was nice to see that they were alright, though they could tell something was off about me. "Is everything alright (y/n)?" asirpa asked, walking up to me. I didn't want to tell them about what happened. "Just tired, I couldn't get much sleep." I said half lying. I wasn't able to sleep much. I then noticed the new man in the room asirpa quickly answered before I could ask. "This is my father's old friend Kiroranke." He gave me a friendly smile. "I assume you're asirpas friend." I nodded as everyone got comfortable. Tanigaki was on my left, and sugimoto was on my right. it was clear to me that sugimoto didn't want Tanigaki close to me, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me close. I didn't pay much attention as they talked about getting to abashiri prison. "Hey, are we taking (y/n) with us, or are we leaving her behind again?" Shiraishi asked, which started to get me worried, I didn't want to be left behind again. "Well, if I'm not going with you guys, I might as well leave. There's no point if I just stay here all the time." What I said seemed to make a few of them tense up, but sugimoto quickly answered. "No, you're coming with us." This had made me happy I'm not being left behind again!

We were going to leave in the morning, so I tried to get some sleep even if it wasn't much. This time, I rested my head on sugimoto's lap. Tanigaki wasn't too happy with this, but he couldn't do much as he didn't want to disturb me. My nightmare was a bit more tolerable compared to the last few nights, so I got more rest. In the morning, we got ready to leave, but Tanigaki wasn't joining us, I walked over to say goodbye. "See you soon!" I said, sounding excited, and he patted my head affectionately before we left for Sapporo. When we got there, most of the group headed over to a gun shop. I stayed outside, not wanting to be around more guns, and asirpa joined me. "Are you alright? Why do you always avoid guns?" She asked me. "I dislike the loud noises, but I can tolerate them if I need to. So I avoid guns." I said honestly, not wanting to lie, asirpa nodded like she understood. I'd assume she would as she typically uses a bow and arrows. Soon enough, the rest of the group joined us. "There is a hotel nearby we are going to rest there for now." Kiroranke said softly. Was he eavesdropping? Though I couldn't accuse him of anything just yet, I needed to wait. When we entered it looked very nice never been in a place like this though I could feel something was off so I held onto sugimoto's jacket for a form of comfort he quickly noticed this and held me close to his. "Is she your daughter?" I sweet lady's voice came from the top of the stairs. Before I could respond, Kiroranke spoke up. "No, I'm her father. That's just her friend." I was confused. Why did he claim me as his daughter. Heck, why was almost everyone acting overprotective? Did I have something they wanted? I was too lost in thought, and everyone noticed it. "(Y/n) are you alright?"

Shiraishi asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face that quickly snapped me back to reality. "Sorry..." I apologized in a small voice, I was very embarrassed. "Is this a common occurrence? She may need to see a doctor." The lady said before she started to lead us to our rooms they rented two rooms with two beds in each. Now, who do I stay with? Before i could say anything, Kiroranke put his hand on my shoulder. "She can stay with me." He said while smiling at me. I couldn't lie it felt nice to be wanted by someone. But sugimoto was clearly not happy and pulled me away. "She'll stay with us." He said while glaring at me. Things were tense for a bit, but Kiroranke just sighed. "Alright then." He sounded disappointed but didn't push it further. There was an awkward silence for a bit, so I just quickly walked off. However, asirpa followed after me. "(Y/n) are you alright?" She asked before I got to the door. "I'm just overwhelmed, that's all." Asirpa didn't seem less worried, but before she could say anything else, Kiroranke joined us. "What's wrong?" He sounded very worried, but I didn't want to be fully honest, I didn't want to push anyone away. Before they could question me further, a large man with a black suit came down the stairs. I froze as I recognized him. He was the one who chased shiraishi. I hid behind Kiroranke in fear he might recognize me. Both he and asirpa noticed this, though when I saw sugimoto walking down the stairs, I relaxed a bit. The man and sugimoto talked about judo before grabbing each other for a few seconds before letting go.

"I like you drinks on me." I was about to walk away until Kiroranke and asirpa pushed to the door. I internally cursed. I didn't want to be around this man. But I eventually followed them to a restaurant, I am a very picky eater, so I thought it was a bad idea. So when rice curry was put in front of me, I looked at it with apprehension. Asirpa joined in but for a different reason. "C'mon, you two, it's good." Sugimoto said, trying to get us to eat. Asirpa was the first to break and took a bite. She then looked defeated. "It's so hinna..." Sugimoto then looked at me, I wasn't going to budge any time soon, but both asirpa and sugimoto gave me a look that said they'll force feed me if necessary. So I took a bite it wasn't the best thing but I tolerated it, this satisfied both sugimoto and asirpa. Eventually alcohol came, and eventually, everyone but me got tipsy, except for me. I always hated alcohol but not for its taste. Though it was entertaining to watch the others have fun and asirpa grabbed the man's forehead mound thingy and tried to pull it off. I desperately wanted to run when they started to talk a dick stuff. It was very uncomfortable for me anyway, and everyone got up to leave. The man mentioned having the hotel owner waiting in his room. I left before he could go into more detail, though I tried to go somewhere away from the hotel. I was picked up by sugimoto before I could get far.

"It's time to go to bed (y/n)." I spoke like I was a baby. It irritated the hell out of me. He only put me down when we were in our room and set me down on the bed. I couldn't get far as he made me lay down next to me. He wasn't too close but enough to know if I moved. And things weren't helped when asirpa lay on my other side, sandwiching me so I couldn't escape. It was going to be a long night.

(A/n): Merry Christmas!

#platonic #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #golden kamuy

8 notes · View notes

somethingsomethingwords · 4 months

Text

So, this is the third and last part of this. I really loved writing it and sharing it, and I hope y'all like it too. Enjoy 💜

His eyes fly open.

He can't see. All he feels is pain.

He needs to protect. All he sees is red.

He hurts. All he is is gone.

He soon falls again.

When he wakes up, he is not alone.

Something rough and warm is touching his right hand.

He can sense the sun on his skin, so bright its light is basically white.

He feels -not better, per se- but not as bad as before.

When he tries to open his eyes, he finds he can only see the right side of the ceiling.

Ah, so this is it. He takes stock of all the pains he is feeling. The left side of his face is burning, he has for sure some broken ribs, and his right leg is in a cast. Well then, could be worse.

He tries to lift his head, but it requires too much energy he doesn't have.

So he simply shakes his hand.

Suddenly, the pressure on it squeezes back. Soon, a mass of curly blonde hair colours his vision, followed by a face so beloved he almost aches watching it.

"Seb" is all he manages, but for his lover it's enough. He starts crying, then he can feel the same drops raining on his face, and a gentle hand in his hair.

When he stops, Sebastian dries his tears, and just looks at him like he is a miracle. Charles honestly thinks it's the other way around, but he stays silent, old arguments left behind.

Then he remembers the kids. Pierre with the cut on her arm and Dani with the wide smile and fear in their eyes.

He doesn't even have to ask, because Sebastian is already answering.

"Pierre is alright. Lando healed her cut and now she is napping with the other kids. The other one..." and then stops, not looking in his eye, expression sad.

"Dani. They distracted one of the last monsters. It threw them at a wall before I could slay it" he says, and actually feels like dying. Now that he is awake and his body pains are somewhat lessened, it's other things that are truly starting to hurt. Friends lost, children killed, trust betrayed.

He momentarily closes his eye, needing a second of stillness and quietness.

Then he opens it, determined to not stop, not yet.

"Ok. One step at a time. The kids?" he asks.

"All four of them are ok, not one wound. They have been helping around" Seb says, and his heart breaks once again. One more thing to add to the to-do list: make sure the kids are somewhat mentally supported.

"Losses report?" he needs to be focused for this part, cynical. He needs to know who was lost, who is alive and who is hurt.

"Charles, you don't have to..." Seb starts, but the son of Aphrodite doesn't let him finish.

"Somebody has to. We need to know. And I'm just lying down, with no way to really help" he is about to continue, when this time is Seb that stops him.

"No help? Charles, you sacrificed your eye. You saved Pierre. You were ready to die. Now it's your time to rest, and let others handle this"

But Charles has always been stubborn.

"No. My job is not done" then continues, after a deep breath "I know I need to rest, but I can't. The thought of me sleeping while you work is unbearable. So please, let me help"

And Sebastian never learned how to deny him anything. He is not starting now. He just sighs, and starts talking.

"Before the split, we were 279. Then 114 left, leaving us in 165. Right now, in these tents, we are 89, mostly injured but only a few heavily"

That's bad, but he can't change anything. So he starts making a plan.

"Ok. It's like this. We need to search for anyone who is still out there but can't move. And also for those who are too scared to return. We send a group out, at least four elements, so they can split up into groups of two. I don't want anyone alone. Then we..."

"Stop right there. Repeat to me who we are looking for?" he knows damn well, but he wants Charles to say it out loud again, and realize how stupid it is.

"People who can't move and people who are too scared to return" he says, defiant and stubborn.

"No. We are not going to help traitors" he spits out, the only thought already making his blood boil.

"Seb, they are our siblings. We are not going to leave them"

"They betrayed us. They sided with the monsters that killed Dani. That almost killed you. That torn Kimi apart" he can't hold back the tears anymore. All Sebastian can see behind his eyelids is his best friend missing the lower part of his body, left on the streets to die alone and scared.

Charles doesn't say anything, giving them both a moment to grieve. He didn't know the other as well as Sebastian did, but the son of Khione was the first to know about them, even before they got together, and often teamed up with him against Seb, speaking French just to make Charles laugh.

"Seb, believe me, I understand how you feel, and I'm not saying we should just forgive and forget. But we are still family. We are not like the gods, petty and vindictive and resentful. That's how Mattia took power and divided us. We help them, we heal ourselves and then we start rebuilding. It's all we can do" he says, and knows he won, once again, but the deep hurt will remain.

"I don't think I'll ever forgive them"

"And I'm not asking you to. I'm just saying, we all need to do better. To make sure something like this won't happen again. So, are you going to be by my side, philtatos?" he asks, but only because he loves hearing Seb's response.

"Always and forever and beyond"

#charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebchal #pjo inspired #the end of a beautiful journey if I may say #last round of info #both pierre and dani are children of Hermes #kimi is a son of Khione because I think I'm funny #my sister doesn't think so #also fun fact #pjowiki says Khione can speak French fluently #that's why kimi also can speak it #aggressive sweet dog x retired old man #it's about devotion and sacrifice and destiny #but also happiness and sadness and hope

11 notes · View notes