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osamusriceballs · 9 months

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Finding Love

Bokuto x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Warnings: NSFW (dry humping, sex against a wall)

About: A one night stand with Bokuto <3

A/n: I'm craving more one night stands with the haikyuu boys. Suna next. PERIOD.

"Y/n-"

The way he holds you sends shivers down your body. You're seated on his lap, his muscular thighs between yours, his lips delivering the messiest, hottest, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Both of his large hands rest on your back, pulling you close, so close to him.

One of your hands rests on his shoulder, while the other finds its way into his spikey hair—messing it up as you involuntarily grab the strands tighter when he intensifies his actions.

"Koutaro..." His name still feels foreign on your tongue, a hazy memory from the introductions exchanged during passionate kisses in his car. His low groan assures you that you pronounced it correctly, and you're rewarded with a particularly hard suck against your throat.

He's hard. Unmistakably so. You subtly shift your weight, while your hand glides down his chest, tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles. He's not just tall, he exudes strength and fitness, making you feel incredibly safe and cherished in his embrace.

Your heart races in your chest, probably due to your excitement. Every move he makes steals your breath, his groans intensifying the sensation of his lips marking your skin.

"Y/n?" He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, a questioning furrow in his brow. He looks so good that it momentarily takes your breath away.

"Yes?" Your reply, and your hand releases his hair, allowing him to adjust his posture and sit back.

"Could we move this to the bedroom?" His question is filled with hesitation, his cheeks tinted with a pink flush while his teeth dig into his lower lip as soon as he finishes speaking.

Both of you know what he just proposed. Your mind races, and his expression shifts as he waits for your response—his gaze now dropping, an endearing shyness in his posture.

"We don't have to if you're not comfortable. I just thought..."

"No! I mean, yes, let's go to the bedroom." You quickly interrupt, eager to ensure that you want it too. You want to continue this, to explore more of him.

His expression changes once more, an enthusiastic grin playing across his features. His hands wander to your ass, and before you can react, he stands up with you still in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his arousal pressing against your barely covered core—restrained only by the thin layers of your panties and his dress pants.

"I want so much more. To see you, to feel you," he murmurs, while he's walking towards what you presume is the bedroom. "Please, I want it- I want you so much," you gasp, trying to grind against him, the friction adding fuel to your arousal.

A hard kick of his leg opens door, and suddenly, you're pressed against the wall. He's towering over you, his lips finding yours in a feverish kiss full of hunger and need. His lips against yours are intoxicating, plump and soft, with a sweetness and passion that convinces you that you're the only focus of his desire right now. Pressed against the wall, you're barely able to think, only able to feel.

"Do you... want to continue like this? Against the wall?" His words reach your ears as barely more than a breath, his kiss taking all your thoughts away. His words and his sheer strength make your body tremble even more with excitement.

"Yes, Koutaro," you breathe out, your voice full with anticipation. Your hands dig under the fabric of his shirt, meeting the warm expanse of his bare back. His muscles are tense and firm, a clear sign of his physical strength- he probably hits the gym regularly.

"Fuck me, Koutaro, please." The plea slips from your lips, the words coming out breathy and needy. His response is immediate, his hips grinding against you, his cock pressing hardly against your cunt.

"Koutaro. Please," you rasp the words against his lips again, feeling him trembling with excitement suddenly. Your hands wander between your bodies, finally, a little clumsily reaching the button of his pants and fumbling for a few seconds before you open it and reach into his boxers. He breaks the kiss when your fingertips brush against his cock, feeling him hard and throbbing against you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy and ragged, while you keep palming him and exploring his body. His cock is thick, so thick that you're not sure if you could wrap your hand fully around him. But what makes you tremble in anticipation is how long it actually is. His cock definitely matches his physical appearance—broad and tall.

"Your hand feels good, so good, so good," he suddenly thrusts his hips against your hand, and you quickly move your other hand to the hem of his boxers to pull them down. His cock finally springs free, pressing up against your body, and you simply reach down to push your panties to the side and line his cock up at your entrance.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, his hot breath meeting the shell of your ear, and he finally, finally pushes into you, the head of his cock disappearing between your legs and making your eyes roll back.

"Kou, fuck, Kou," you groan, your head falling back against the wall, not caring about the thump and the loud sound of your head crashing against the wall echoing through the room, along with your lewd moan and his grunts.

His hips slowly push forward, his cock deliciously stretching you out while he sinks deeper into your cunt. He easily slides through your wetness, his hands gripping your ass even tighter, leaving fingerprints on your backside for sure, and you clench around him when he's fully inside of you.

Your lips part as you breathe heavily, your muscles tensing at the sudden feeling of being overwhelmed with emotions. His hips suddenly move back and slam forward, his cock barely leaving your pussy, but the sudden thrust makes you gasp for air. "Oh, please-" you whine, not even sure what you're begging for, but he has you, he thrusts his hips again, and again, harder with every thrust, his movements suddenly even more unrestricted. "Tell me when you want me to stop," he whispers against your ear, and you only moan in response before he starts to thrust faster.

"Oh my god, fuck-" curses and prayers leave your lips endlessly, until you only manage to moan his name when he thrusts his cock into you, again and again. Your mind is hazy, your whole body electrified by his touch, your pussy deliciously clenching around him at every particularly sharp thrust.

"Touch yourself," he groans into your ear, your whole body shuddering at his raspy needy voice. You quickly bring one hand to your chest and start palming yourself, squeezing your tit through your shirt with your hand. A gasp leaves your lips, and suddenly Bokuto's face is right in front of you, his lips connecting with yours hungrily, firmly, with an intensity that makes your whole body burn. Your hand wanders further down while you keep on kissing him, your fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to rub against it feverishly.

"You're so hot, so damn hot," his words make you flush even further, and you reciprocate the kiss with more intensity, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, Kou," you whine, your hips rutting against him and grinding against his broad body. "Can't stop, baby, feels too good, you feel so good," he sounds almost desperate while he's grinding your body against him, the feeling making you see stars, you're so close, so close-

He presses his face against your neck, the sounds of his grunts and moans muffled against your skin, and when his hands grab your thighs almost painfully hard and he thrusts hard again—that's when you finally feel yourself cum, your muscles contracting and your body arching in his hold, your head falling back and your eyes rolling back in your head. "Kou, fuck-" you moan his name, your voice sounding so lewd that you'd be embarrassed, but your name leaves his lips at the same time, his body tensing and you feel a sudden warmth between your legs, his cum filling you up and making your high even more intense.

Your breath comes out erratically from your lips, your chest heaving heavily while your fingers comb through his hair. Most of his hairspray is already on your hands, the strands turning surprisingly soft, and you slightly tug on them after a while, to make him lift his face.

He quickly raises his head at the feeling, and your breath stops for a second when you see his face. He looks so cheerful and happy, his features even softer than you've ever seen before. He presses a quick peck to your lips, the gesture so soft and surprising that you can only stare at him with your jaw slightly dropped.

He finally stumbles back, his arms shaking, but his grip around your thighs still firm, and only two steps later he simply falls back onto the bed, your body resting on top of him. His cock is still half inside of you, slowly turning from hard to soft, but still so warm and welcome.

His hands find your bare back under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing you closer. Bokuto exudes a soothing warmth, his body like a heater beneath you, and your fingers roam around his chest and play with the hem of his shirt. You did all this, and yet you're both still almost fully clothed- you can't even imagine how much more intense it would be if you're both naked.

"My friend Akaashi—you've seen him before, remember the guy with glasses? That's my best friend," he suddenly breaks the silence, prompting you to lift your gaze to meet his. His sweet smile causes your lips to curl upwards too. "Yes, I remember him. He was very polite." Bokuto's grin widens, and he nods with enthusiasm. "That's him. Akaashi told me that I'm not cut out for one-night stands. That they are all 'devoid of love'. But I believe that love can also start physically like this, don't you think? Because this did feel like the beginning of love." His sincere tone catches you off-guard, your eyebrows arching in surprise.

"I... yes, I think so too." Your response makes him smile even more- and the butterflies won't stop in your stomach.

"So... do you think we could see each other again?"

You feel his cum trickling between your legs, but both of you only focus on each other, not caring about the slowly growing stains on his dark pants. Your eyes are focused on him, his eyes shining with brightness and hope, his focus entirely on you. A comforting warmth washes over you, and you smile widely when you reply and lean closer to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yes. Yes, I think so."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #I hope you enjoy it! <3 #I'm in such a one night stand fever rn #like with haikyuu characters #BUT!#I've been to a convention last weekend #but I should probably make a separate post about that #I'll make one tomorrow! <3 #sleep well everyone! <3 #veeeeery tired rn T.T #I have to work tomorrow unfortunately T.T #but not too long #I might start writing on Suna's story tomorrow #So that I can post it soon! <3

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yujeong · 7 months

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Ok, Ok, I think I need to lay down. Yes, SandRay floored us today. Yes, Khaotung wanted to personally kill me with his acting and First with his huge eyes filled with tears. Yes, whatever the fuck TopMew had going on this episode had me pull my hair in frustration in a good way, because Mew is a hilariously horrible person and Boeing is unhinged. BUT. Listen. BostonNick stole the episode for me. That scene. That fucking scene. Everything that happened before that scene was the perfect set up. Atom setting Boston up. Cheum and co going to his house to shame him and denounce him as their friend. Nick and Dan. Their encounter at Nick's shop. It was all delicious and perfectly executed but it could never prepare me for this. We see Boston looking sad at the distance and Nick coming to him to talk (after he saw Boston's feelings about him through the fucking phone wallpaper pls, I'm not OK). He asks him and Boston is defensive but then Nick insists and Boston, in his need to have someone comfort him FINALLY, says what happened. At first Nick responds by telling him how things are; seems legit, he says, given what you've done. Boston tells him to cut it off but not in his usual way, he's not cruel or rude, he's simply asking to not be shit on rn. Nick listens and apologizes and he means it and I love it.

But Boston feels weird and cannot understand wtf is wrong with him and it's real and I love that he trusted Nick to ask him about it. And Nick's answer is perfect for Boston, because sure, for us, the audience it seems so obvious; of course Boston is doing fucked up shit in his desperation to be loved and accepted, but Boston doesn't know that. No one TOLD him that, no one SHOWED him that.

Boston's answer to that is even better, because he still doesn't understand. And he needs a more valid reason than that.

Nick's answer? Oh, my beautiful nasty little boy. He was so real for it. He needed to gather himself to say it. He needed time to utter those words. "I also did nasty shit to you, Boston" he tells him. "Maybe we belong together" What Boston said next was breathtaking. I love him for that.

He might as well have said "I love you" here. It has the same weight as that phrase. That's why Nick breaks down. That's why he kisses him like that, crying uncontrollably and telling him he missed him too. Because we already knew about Nick's feelings towards Boston. We knew the guy had an obsession turned love towards him. But with Boston it's different. And Nick thought so too before this phrase was uttered, before Boston basically confessed he has feelings for Nick, or more precisely, that Nick is special to Boston. And he proceeds to say it AGAIN, after Nick says it. He says AGAIN how he missed him and he THANKS him for staying by his side with TEARS in his own eyes. They hug while crying together, please, I'm too weak for this. And then they make LOVE. They don't just fuck, they make sweet love to each other while staring at each other's eyes and kissing and being cute and I fucking DIED right there. BostonNick is all I ever wanted and more. I need MORE, please, I can't handle myself. This episode was SO GOOD, I can't DEAL with this.

#BostonNick destroyed me #I had the feeling this scene would be good but I surely wasn't expecting this #Also #Who gave them permission to be so VegasPete coded here? WHO?#Like I know everyone talked about the SandRay NC scene but come on people #THIS is the real shit #Maybe I'll make a separate post comparing the two tomorrow or sth idk #I'm just word vomiting I'm still in shock over what I have witnessed #Lovethemlovethemlovethem #bostonnick #boston only friends #nick only friends #only friends the series

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mediocredoots · 1 year

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Doodle suggestion of a gx character in dm school uniform or dm character in gx uniform? (Jou would make an adorable slifer red I bet 😭) 💜

I would've never thought to do this so thank you for the idea. DM & GX really did have the best school uniforms. Red is such an odd color on Jou but Kaiba would probably say it's the dorm he deserves lol

#answered #chloelouygo #yugioh #ygo #yugioh gx #ygo gx #judai yuki #jaden yuki #jounouchi katsuya #joey wheeler #fanart #my art #I drew asuka too cuz domino girl's uniform is so cute i'll post her separately sometime tomorrow #this was supposed to be a doodle but i ended up coloring it hkjdf

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rollingaroundin-bread · 1 year

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For requests: Some Mom Jancy with her kid(s) please!

Your family portrait picture was delightful

Took me a while to come up with solid ideas because I just love them all so much!!! They're FAMILY!!!!!!!!! :)

#I actually drew a comic first and finished that completely and then realized it didn't technically fulfill your request lol #so I'll post that separately tomorrow :)#very happy with these though!!!#drawtectives #jancy true #gyorik rogdul #york rogdul #grendan highforge #rosé drawtectives #joe beans #truebeans #i should draw more truebeans!! It's very silly :)#sorry I didn't come up with a new outfit for Rosé I'm just in love with her season 2 outfit #oh and fun fact!! I've already drawn Grendan in this dress before!!!#I did that back in march 2021?? when I literally couldn't stop drawing her kjdfshkk #my art stuff #the ice cream flavors are whatever your heart desires them to be :)

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allmoshnobrain · 3 months

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I DID IT GUYS

i finished writing heartbreaker!!

#i still have the epilogue to write #but that's a separate thing #the fic itself is DONE #i'm so happy!!#i may post it twice a week now that it's all done #i'll make a poll tomorrow to see if you guys like this idea or if you prefer to keep it once a week!#ada's ramblings

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silencedrage · 11 months

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alright i need to go to bed but i'm leaving a post-finale starter call here. specify muse or risk getting something completely random or nothing at all if i can't think of anything. all starters will be tagged with 'yj spoilers //' for blacklists.

#[ ooc. ]#i also added simone and akilah's sister so like #idk come sob with me or something #i'll work on these tomorrow and this weekend #i'll also post my thoughts in a separate post when i have had some time to ruminate

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bigs-bigshot · 10 months

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A xwg sequel to the popsicle series, a popsequel if you will.

#bîg's art #spamtum #bîg's regular au #bîg's fem curves au #bîg's green au #xwg #I don't know if eating a whole giant popsicle makes you as big as any of them but does it matter?#This is both au territory and not- in the sense that these are non canon HOWEVER they will reach these sizes eventually.#except for the first one that might become a separate au. I'm kind of in a xwg mood-#so I find it hot to have a situation where he's as big as above and tries to act like nothing is wrong.#also don't worry about fem curves looking panicked- he's very into it hence the pensive 'Huge...'#I'll post these along with the first pics tomorrow- you can reblog it or not it's fine.#wg

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thelastspeecher · 2 years

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I was gonna put off posting this until tomorrow but fuck it, I finally finished up Jimmy's introduction in the Angie version of my Smallville AU, so I'm gonna post it NOW.

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Angie followed Ford to the spot where Reeves Dam had broken.

“I don’t really like bein’ ‘round here,” she mumbled. “Bad memories.” Ford looked back at her.

“You don’t have to come with.”

“No, I think I do. Any time ya wander off on yer own, ya get into some sort of mischief.”

“I’m a grown man,” Ford scoffed. “I think I can take care of myself.” They rounded a tree. Both their jaws dropped. “…On second thought, it probably is for the best that you came with.” A red spaceship was laying on its side, pressed up against a large tree trunk and partially buried by debris. Ford cautiously approached the ship. “This looks like yours. Well, other than the color.”

“I think I prefer mine,” Angie said. “The black version’s more fetchin’.” She crossed her arms. “Stanford, be careful!”

“There’s Kryptonian writing on the outside,” Ford said. “I want to get close enough to copy it down.” He glanced back at Angie. “And if you are truly concerned for my safety, why not accompany me to examine it closer?”

“Did ya miss the green glowin’ rocks at yer feet?” Angie asked pointedly. Ford looked down. Sure enough, fist-sized clumps of Kryptonite-containing meteorites were scattered across the forest floor. “Just…look, every time we’ve found a ship from m’ home planet, the person inside’s been bad news. I’m worried this’ll be a continuation of the pattern.”

“I’ll move quickly,” Ford reassured her. He held up his phone to take a picture. Before he could, however, someone grabbed his phone out of his hand. “Hey!” Ford spun around to frown at the man that had just emerged from the forest. “That’s mine!”

“What are you doing?” the man growled. Angie winced.

“Please excuse my friend,” she called. “He’s too curious fer his own good sometimes, y’know?” Ford shot a glare in Angie’s direction. The man looked over as well. He gasped. The phone fell from his hand. The man abandoned Ford to walk up to Angie. Angie eyed him. “Can I help ya, sir?”

“It’s you,” the man breathed. He wrapped his arms around Angie’s torso, squeezing tightly. Angie’s eyes widened in horror. “It’s you!” Acting on instinct, Angie shoved the man off with as much force as she could muster.

Ford scrambled out of the way as the man slammed against the crashed spaceship. Hard.

“Oops,” Angie said weakly. Ford gaped at her. “I panicked, okay? I ain’t used to strange men walkin’ up to me ‘n actin’ like they know me ‘n huggin’ me!” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Is he- I didn’t kill him, did I?” Ford bent over to take a closer look.

“No. He’s just knocked out,” he reported. Angie sighed in relief.

“Good. Bring him over here. I can carry him back to the house once he’s out of range of the meteor rocks.”

“If you insist.” Ford picked up his phone, put it back into his pocket, and then dragged the unconscious man over to Angie. The movement pushed up the long sleeve of his jacket, revealing a silver wristband. “Wait…”

“Stanford!” Angie yelped as Ford inspected the wristband. “What are ya-”

“This is Kryptonian,” Ford said quietly. Angie crouched next to him. Ford showed her the emblem. “It looks familiar, but it’s not any word nor letter I recognize.” Angie swallowed.

“That’s ‘cause it ain’t a word or a letter. It’s a name.” She met Ford’s eyes. “It’s the symbol of the House of El.”

“The same House of El that you come from?” Ford asked. Angie nodded. Ford looked back at the man. He paled. “Angie, he looks like you.” Angie paled as well. Not only did they have the same aquiline nose, but the man’s long hair was the same caramel color as hers. “Could he be…?”

“A relative?” Angie whispered. “I- I don’t know. My AI Pa ain’t told me much ‘bout the extended fam’ly.” She stood. “We’ll address that when he wakes up. Fer now, we’ve got to bring him back to the farm.”

“What about the spaceship?” Ford asked. Angie chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “Get the pickup truck?”

“Get the pickup truck.”

“I’ll make the call.” Ford pulled his phone out. He dialed the number for Lute, the person who was most likely to have the keys to the truck. “Honestly, we should set up a towing business for intergalactic spacecrafts,” he muttered as he held the phone up to his ear. He looked around. Angie was already gone. “One of these days I won’t look away for a brief second only to be alone when I look again.”

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Naturally, by the time Ford and Lute got back to the farm, Angie was already there. She paced back and forth in the farmhouse living room, glancing at the unconscious Kryptonian she’d sat in a kitchen chair.

“It’s ‘bout time!” she griped as Ford and Lute walked in. “He’ll wake up any second!”

“Unlike some people, Ford ‘n I don’t have super-strength,” Lute retorted, crossing his arms. Angie rolled her eyes. “So’s puttin’ the spaceship in the truck was dif’cult.”

“But ya did get it, right?”

“Yes,” Ford replied. “It’s parked in the barn right now.”

“Good.” Angie played with a strand of her caramel-colored hair. “I’ll figure out what to do with it after we find out this feller’s deal.”

“Why didn’t ya tie him up?” Lute asked.

“He’d be able to break free of anything that ain’t magic or Kryptonite. I didn’t want to waste good rope. Speakin’ of Kryptonite…” Angie walked up to Ford and handed him a small tin. Ford recognized it immediately. It was the cutely patterned lead-lined box she kept a sample of emergency Kryptonite in. “I need ya to hold onto this while’s we chat with the feller. Use it if’n he goes nuts.” Ford nodded. Angie looked at Lute. “Wait in the kitchen.” Lute’s jaw dropped.

“Wh- why does Stanford get to stay?” he demanded, gesturing angrily at Ford. “I’m yer twin!”

“Stanford knows Kryptonian.”

“But- that- ugh. Fine,” Lute muttered. The man began to stir in his chair. Angie hurriedly pushed Lute out of the living room. “I’m goin’! I’m goin’!” Lute disappeared into the kitchen. Angie gestured for Ford to join her. They stood in front of the man. Ford put his hands behind his back, for once not hiding his twelve fingers, but rather what those twelve fingers were holding.

“Ugh…” The man opened his eyes. Ford’s heart stopped. The man’s eyes were the same bright blue as Angie’s. Judging by her sharp inhale, she had noticed the same thing. The man’s gaze skipped over Ford to stare at Angie. “Did you knock me out?” he asked. Angie straightened.

“Yes,” she said firmly. The man smirked.

“Heh. You don’t just have your mother’s looks. You’ve got her spirit, too.”

“You know my mother?” Angie asked. The man nodded. “How?”

“Lara is- was my father’s sister.”

“Then that makes us…”

“Cousins,” the man said with another nod. “I was even there the day you were born.” Ford felt Angie tense next to him. “For me, that day was a week ago. I don’t know why you’ve already become a grown woman. But I’d recognize you anywhere.”

“I suspect your ship placed you in some form of stasis when it was submerged in the water of the dam,” Ford said. The man scowled at him.

“Who are you?” he snarled. He got up from his chair. Angie moved in front of Ford protectively. “Do you have a human pet?”

“A pet?! Stanford is my friend,” Angie snapped. She crossed her arms. “Please, sit back down.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you,” Angie snarled. The man raised an eyebrow. “You might be bigger ‘n me, but I’ve got more experience with the gifts the yellow sun gives us. Don’t test me.”

“You seem confident.”

“I’ve taken down Kryptonians before.”

“There are- there are more of us?” the man asked. He sat down in his chair again. “Why didn’t you lead with that, Kara?” Angie flinched slightly at the sound of her Kryptonian name. While her Kryptonian first name was the same as her Earth middle name, they were pronounced slightly differently. Hearing the Kryptonian pronunciation always seemed to startle her.

“I didn’t lead with that ‘cause every other Kryptonian I’ve met thus far has tried to kill or maim or marry me,” Angie said softly.

“What?! Why?”

“The reasons vary,” Angie said with a shrug. She cocked her head. “You callin’ me by my name reminded me that you ain’t told me yours yet.”

“Jim-El.”

“Jim-El,” Angie repeated softly. “Well, Jim-El, my Kryptonian name might be Kara, but the folks what raised me didn’t know that. So they named me somethin’ else.” Jim-El’s lip curled in disgust.

“What did they name you?” he asked.

“Banjolina. But I go by Angie.”

“Ugh.” Jim-El crossed his arms. “Kara means ‘jewel’. What could your weird Earth name possibly mean?”

“It’s partially derived from ‘angel’,” Angie replied. “I…I like it.”

That’s news to me. Angie notoriously despised her full first name. Then again, fewer things motivate Angie as well as spite. She might have gained a newfound appreciation for “Banjolina” after Jim-El reacted to poorly to it.

“I guess I’ll have to come up with some sort of Earth name,” Jim-El sighed.

“You could go by Jimmy,” Ford suggested. Jim-El glared at him.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, human.”

“Hey!” Angie stepped closer to Jim-El. “Back off! Yes, he’s human, but he’s a good person! So are the humans who raised me!”

“Of course the humans who raised you would be good people. Your parents thought ahead before sending a newborn off into space!” Jim-El scoffed. “When things started going south back home, they came up with a backup plan for your safety.”

“I…I guess I never thought about that,” Angie said, her voice soft. “It makes sense, that my birth parents wouldn’t have wanted to send me off into the great unknown without some sort of plan.” Ford tucked the box containing the Kryptonite into his back pocket so that he could put a comforting arm around Angie’s shoulders. “Were- were you part of the plan?” Angie asked.

“Not officially. Your parents didn’t know I had my own ship. But I didn’t want you to be on your own on a strange planet.” Jim-El’s face softened. “You were so little.” Angie sniffed quietly. Jim-El stood. “Kara…”

“It’s- it’s okay,” Angie mumbled. Ford squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. “I just get a bit choked up when I think about- think about where I came from.”

“I understand.” Jim-El smiled kindly. “I’m pretty pissed that I couldn’t take care of you like I wanted.”

“Now that you’ve arrived, maybe you can make up for lost time,” Ford suggested. Jim-El nodded.

“That’s exactly what I want to do, human.”

“His name is Stanford,” Angie said. “And like I said, he’s my friend. Please, treat him proper. Treat my adoptive fam’ly proper. Treat our farmhand proper. Heck, treat the folks what make yer coffee at the Talon proper! I- I’d like fer ya to stick ‘round, since I’ve got so much to learn from ya, but I can’t allow that if yer goin’ to treat humans poorly.” She met Jim-El’s eyes. “I grew up here. These are my people.”

“…Fine,” Jim-El ground out. “I’ll treat humans like equals. Since it’s the only way you’ll let me stick around.” Tension left Angie’s shoulders.

“Thank you.” She smiled hesitantly. “I’d- I’d like to learn more ‘bout Krypton from ya.” Jim-El’s eyes lit up.

“Nothing would make me happier, Kara.”

“I’m glad that things seem to have worked out,” Lute said, poking his head into the living room. “But Stan’s car just pulled up out front, so’s we better take care of that ship ‘fore he goes to the barn.”

“Shoot!” Angie looked at Ford. “Distract him while I put the ship in the cellar?” Ford nodded silently. “Lute, come with.”

“Don’t know how much help my weak human self is goin’ to be, but okay,” Lute muttered. He followed Angie out the back door just as Stan entered through the front. Stan strolled into the living room, whistling. He stared at Ford and Jim-El.

“Uh, who are you and why do you look more like Angie’s dad than Mr. McGucket does?” Stan asked slowly. He cocked his head, eyeing Jim-El’s outfit, consisting of black leggings and a jacket that could maybe pass for leather, but still had the design of something from Star Wars. “Also where the hell did you get those clothes?”

“Jealous?” Jim-El asked snidely. Stan crossed his arms with a scowl. “I’m Kara’s cousin.” He glanced at Ford. “…Jimmy,” he said slowly. Jim-El looked back at Stan. “And you are?”

“Stan. The farmhand. The buff nerd you’re standing next to is my twin brother.” Stan’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Kara?”

“That’s Angie’s middle name,” Ford put in.

“Oh. You’re Angie’s cousin?” Stan asked. Jim-El nodded. “Kinda weird you singled her out. If you’re her cousin, you’re Lute’s cousin and Fiddleford’s cousin and all the other ones’ cousin, too.”

“Kara’s the only one I’ve met so far,” Jim-El said.

“Huh.” Stan didn’t seem satisfied. “Well.” He walked up to Jim-El and held out his hand. “Should probably shake your hand or whatever, Jimmy.” Jim-El shook the offered hand. Ford saw his blue eyes turning red too late. The wall directly behind Stan caught on fire. Stan spun around. “What the fuck?!” The back door slammed open.

“I’m on it!” Lute shouted, racing into the living room with a glass of water. He threw the water on the fire, extinguishing it. “What happened?”

“Hell if I know!” Stan said.

I know. Heart sinking, Ford watched Jim-El rub his eyes. Heat vision. Ford and Lute had helped Angie in the training of her heat vision, which manifested the first time she experienced attraction to someone. The implication of Jim-El’s heat vision manifesting shortly after meeting Stan wasn’t good, to say the least. The back door opened and closed as Angie entered.

“What happened?” she asked. Stan looked over at her.

“The wall caught fire for no reason,” he said. He shrugged. “But I guess it’s still not the craziest thing I’ve seen this week.” Angie stilled. She looked over at Jim-El with a stony expression. Ford winced. She was doing her best to keep it under wraps, but the entire family and Ford had figured out Angie was nursing a massive crush on Stan.

So much for a drama-free family reunion.

#I think it feels to me like it took so long for me to write this up #bc I've been thinking about it for a while #also.....asdjfnaksldfnjs it turned out SO LONG but as we all know I can't shut my damn mouth SO #anyways I'll stop rambling and get to the actual tags lmao #Smallville AU #Smallville Angie AU #(tomorrow I'll work on sorting posts into separate tags based upon which Smallville AU variant they are)#Angie McGucket #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #Jimmy Snakes #Stanley Pines #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

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orcelito · 11 months

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I rly do hate real life events that are enough to make Me cry haha

#speculation nation #negative/#animal illness ment/#for a better post about The Situation. it's serious enough he needs hospitalized.#plus blood transfusions. and it's Expensive.#my sister's covering my ass rn & is the only reason im able to start his treatment at all #but it's still fucking Expensive to the level where i just cant leave it up to her alone to pay #so essentially she's lending me money. bc im going to pay her back for at least Some of this. i cant just not.#ive cried 4 times already tho and that sure is a fuckin feat for me. wolfwood my cat is after Ur record lmfao #i wasnt going to take tally with me for this day trip but i cant stand to be separated from her rn #she'd be fine alone for a day but id still hate for her to have to be. and also. i need her nearby.#i dont know if im going to the concert tomorrow. i guess it will depend on how treatment is going.#this is for one of my favorite artists but if treatment is going badly im just gonna fucking hate every second of it #so. yeah. i dont know.#and this is reacting so fucking badly with my memories of sammy's death.#i nearly fucking gave them the name 'sammy' when i went up to ask about cassy's condition while we were waiting #and im just terrified that i'll have to say goodbye to yet another cat. even more terrified that he'll die during treatment #and the last time i saw him i wouldnt have been able to say goodbye properly. i should have hugged him for so much longer #and. Fuck lmao ok heres 5 times sorry wolfwood but my cat's giving U a run for ur money #sorry for posting about this so much im just. this fucking sucks in general.#at least i'll have tally with me. she's not a cuddler but she'll let me hug her at least some.#animal death ment/#i fucking hate crying lmao. ugh.

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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hell yeah 2k babeyyy

#am v v tired so might go to bed early but i think we might be on for a proper fic by tomorrow evening hehe #i am having a bit of an issue w the ending though #like.... i HAVE one but i'm not sure it really fits the vibe #i think it's GOOD but it sort of comes out of nowhere #so maybe i'll post that separately??? maybe it'll appear as my wip wednesday for this week #it's only about 200 words so it's not very long #idk we'll see how i feel about it when i'm properly done

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pandaspwnz · 1 year

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I had a really lovely day today 😊

#Documenting for the future #It's really nice to have for when inevitably at some point I'll be having a bad time - to leave some evidence of being here!#on this day things weren't so bad! Things can be good again #Aside from the psychiatrist appointment which got turned into a fun time with my mom and where I got a nice dress from the thrift store I #then this evening went to paint ceramics with some of my new friends. We were also there yesterday but I didn't have time to finish mine so #I needed to come back and they wanted to as well #So that was a good time and I'm satisfied with what I managed to finish in the time limit #And then for the first time in like 8 years I went out to town! At night! Like a proper grown up!#we went to a gay bar - also the first time I went there - and it was really lovely and then after when it got too loud we went to a #restaurant/pub and then finally went our separate ways home and after I came home I cuddled my dog and relaxed and ate some preps #So yeah it was a nice day #And I barely had any pain at all #😊#I am exhausted now though but that's okay. If I'm wiped out tomorrow it was worth it #My post #preps is autocorrected oreos btw lmao

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the-shadowsingers-whore · 6 months

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i feel like i could get my chapters written much faster if i wasn't so chaotic with my writing, but here we are 🫠

#i keep having ideas about stuff to include in future chapters #so then i stop what i'm currently writing to go write that bc i'm scared i'll forget it #and that just keeps happening over and over again every time i write #i literally have a separate google docs just for future things #it's literally almost 50 pages #💀💀💀#but don't worry!#i finally got chapter six written #so now i just have to edit and format it #if i get it done should i post it tonight?#or wait until tomorrow?#a court of wards and shadow #ask: azriel hasn't left the training ring

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snowflop · 1 year

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i kinda hate this conceptually but like... technically i'm really happy with the colours and stuff orz

#i just sorta started going on a sketch i wasn't done refining so like...#theres a dozen things i'd change if i actually planned anything about this #i don't even know if it works as a two character piece i just sorta added delusion chi/de as i went #i wish i'd posed them differently it's really bothering me... i got distracted because i was having fun with the colouring #why'd i space them so far apart (╬▔皿▔)╯#i don't wanna scrap it since i really do love how the shading on the bunnysuit came out #but... i'll be honest the layers are a fucking mess.#if i go in and change a bunch of stuff i will be fighting for my fucking life in there #plus... it's like 98% done i might fiddle with the levels and overlays a little more but it's... postable #might just separate them into two vertical pieces instead of this horizontal one and call it a day #this is hardly going to be the last time i ever draw either of them in a bunnysuit so i'll just do better next time #might delete this tomorrow i always feel really embarrassed posting wips my process is a MESS #snow blogging #wip

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zayneslady · 3 months

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hey!! loved that angst fic you wrote xx can i request the boys reaction to when the reader/mc and them are in an argument, and they accidentally said something extremely hurtful and it made reader cry. make the boys regret it so much pls hehe😼 thank you 💗

warnings: angst, open ending again hehe and again, reader is not MC

characters: Zayn, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)

a/n: my first request *-* thank you so much! This exact trope is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! Get your tissues ready! Also thank you to everyone's support in my first post! I'm so happy! ❤️

Classification: scenarios

ZAYNE ❄️

You didn't want to admit it, but you were sick. During the day you felt a little sore in your throat and your nose was stuffy. Arriving at Zayne's house after work, it was more than obvious that you had a fever. Your face was red and the chills running through your body made you shiver.

There was nothing else to do, you would miss work tomorrow to fully recover. Furthermore, with the care of your loving doctor, you knew you'd be fine in no time. So you quickly took a shower and after drying your hair, you grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch with a cold patch on your forehead, waiting for Zayne patiently.

To your surprise, he arrived at a normal time and your heart vibrated with joy when you saw him enter. He had his head low as he stepped out of his shoes and closed the door behind him.

"Zayne! Welcome back! How was your day?” You greeted him as he shrugged his coat off. “Guess what," you said, giggling softly because it was quite obvious by your funny voice that you were sick. "I got a little sick after yesterday's ra-

You jumped a little when Zayne suddenly groaned, whipping his head up to look at you. “Oh my Lord,” he said, annoyed. “Can't you see I'm fucking tired? You do not know when you shut your damned mouth? I can't stand you! Why are you so clingy?”

Your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. Your mind went blank and you didn't notice the tears streaming down your face until Zayne's face changed from complete anger to guilt. He looked at you from the door as if he didn't know what had happened just now. He didn't recognize himself. How did he dare to talk to you like that when you-

He gasped softly, “you're sick.”

You tried to clean your tears with your hands as you got up from the couch. Zayne made an attempt to come close to you, but you quickly ran to the bedroom only to come back after a couple of minutes with your shoes and coat on.

“Excuse me,” you said, as you approached the door.

“What? Where are you going like this? You need to rest.”

You nodded, trying to keep some distance from him. “I know. I'll rest back home. So please move.”

“Stay here. I'll take care of you,” he grabbed your hand and more tears fell down. How could he talk so sweetly right now after what he said.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away and pushing him aside so you could open the door. “I don't need you, Zayne. Not when you can't stand me.”

“I was wrong, please.”

“I was wrong too. Goodbye, Zayne.”

XAVIER ⭐

“My poor Xavier,” you mumbled, gently cleaning a wound in Xavier's side. You winced when he did and your heart broke. You knew perfectly well that this could happen because of his line of work, but you felt terrible every time he came home hurt. “Oh, Xav, is it too painful?” You asked as you started to bandage him.

He shook his head, breathing heavily and resting his head against the pillow on his bed. “It could be worse. Thank you for helping out.”

“No need to thank me,” you said, smiling at him as you placed a tender and loving hand over his now bandaged wound. “I wish you didn't have to do this. It's so dangerous.”

Your words had no poison. You clearly didn't want Xavier to suffer in any way. Why couldn't he have a regular, safe job? Maybe he's just strong because he has to protect everyone. You said those words from the bottom of your warm heart, so you were more than surprised to hear Xavier's response:

“What? Are you saying I'm weak?” He spat and you blinked.

“N-No! I'm just saying that I wish you had another job because-

“Is that so? So you rather have a bunch of wanderers attacking innocent people? Just because you don't want me to get hurt?”

“It's- It's not like that! I never said that. I just get worried sick for you and-

“Maybe I should really stop, huh? Just turn a blind eye to everything that's happening like egoist people like you di.”

He just kept vomiting out words, one harsher than the last. Every time you tried to speak and fix this misunderstanding, his irrational words drowned out your voice and it made something heavy and nauseating settle in your stomach. This was not going to end well in any way.

“Xavier, my love, please listen to me. I do not-

“Maybe one day a wanderer will actually kill you. And believe me, I won't even bat an eye at you,” he said, crossing his arms and turning his head away from you.

Your eyes had never filled with tears as quickly as that moment. Your body began to shake with suppressed sobs as you felt heat and disappointment throughout your body. Did Xavier just... wish for your death? And in the hands of a creature as horrible as a wanderer?

“Oh no,” he suddenly said and you flinched when you felt his touch against your cheek. “I am so, so sorry.” You cried a little harder before getting up from his bed. “W-Wait, my star. Please, I'm sorry.”

No words came out. You simply grabbed your bag and left the room.

He called your name and then groaned in pain as he tried to move. “Pl-please, come back! Where-

You couldn't hear more of his words as you closed the door of his apartment. Did this mean the end? You truly thought so.

Rafayel 🐠

"Ah, welcome back, Rafayel!" The amount of excitement that rushed through your body whenever your eyes landed on him was almost overwhelming. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him in a long time, but a second without him felt like a century.

His eyes, usually warm and sparkling, looked cold and even angry at seeing you in his house. "Hello," he said dryly as he closed the door behind him. You frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, nothing much. I just wanted to visit you. Is that alright?"

He sighed, placing a paper bag on the table. "Yeah, sure. I gave you a key after all."

You cleared your throat, nodding awkwardly. "Did... you have a good day?"

He sighed again and shook his head as he stepped out of his shoes. "I didn't. It was terrible for the very first moment I opened my eyes. You see," he started and you nodded, listening carefully. "I overslept so I lost precious time for my painting. Then I didn't have time to eat so I didn't eat anything but a piece of bread."

You immediately got up to make dinner for him, maybe after eating he'd feel better?

"And the worst thing was," he said, collapsing onto his couch. "I couldn't find my emerald green paint so I had to go all the way to the art store and get a new one! Ugh!"

You blinked, frowning a little. "Your emerald green?"

"That's what I said."

"Hmm, I'm very sure I put it in all of your greens?" You left the ingredients aside as you walked to the paints. "Here it is."

He got up and looked at you with an astonished expression. Confusion quickly turned into anger and he was yelling at you in a second. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You saw me last night!" You explained, carefully leaving the paint back in place. "You said you wanted your paints to be more organized and I asked you if I could help you out! You even told me you liked how I organized it by colors!"

Rafayel let out a frustrated sigh as a hand carded through his hair. "I can't believe I just lost all of that precious time because of your stupid mistake!"

"Excuse me?"

"Every time you try to help, you just mess things up! Can't you keep your little hands to yourself for once? I was just stupid for letting you help me out! You are way too much, I can't stand you sometimes.”

You were stunned. He had never said anything like that about you, you couldn't even remember other times when you wanted to help him and you ruined it. Besides, it wasn't your fault. The green paint was there all along and he just hadn't taken the time to look for it properly.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but his harsh words and the anger and hatred in his eyes were too much. Tears quickly filled your eyes and began to fall down your reddened cheeks.

Rafayel realized his mistake a bit too late. Letting out a gasp as he watched the first tear fall, he hurriedly approached you, but you backed away, putting space between the two of you. He couldn't say anything, too surprised by his own words.

What was just a moment seemed like minutes, endless hours with deafening silence. Only your sobs echoed around the entire house, until your voice, small and trembling, made him jump.

“I won't touch your stuff again, Rafayel,” you said softly, avoiding his eyes.

“N-No, I didn't mean-

You nod, “if you don't mind, I'll sleep in your guest room. Goodnight, Rafayel.”

Deep inside you so desperately wanted him to stop you, but he watched you disappear into the hall and never called you back.

You knew it was going to be a very cold night.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace #love & deepsace x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace Rafayel #love and deepspace scenarios #zaynslady #*scenarios

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wlntrsldler · 25 days

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poisoned mercury | close as strangers (post chb)

a/n: okayyyy so i didn't give them an angst ending but i had to give into the angst monster at least once for this series so here's a bonus chapter for poisoned mercury. miscommunication galore. long distance is hard! two dumbasses in love!

song: close as strangers by 5sos

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"i'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?" luke whispered, trying not to wake his bandmates up. the tour bus was large enough to house them while they were on the road, but it didn't really give the privacy he hoped for. chris was just across the narrow walkway from him and luke could hear his soft snores through the thin curtain that separated them.

luke felt his heart hammering in his chest when you didn't reply to him. he could still hear your breaths through the phone and you were just talking to him a second ago, so he knew you were still awake. you both had equally busy lives which meant that your phone calls were getting shorter and shorter each day. luke knew it was because you were booked with school and tournaments for field hockey and he was always exhausted after each meeting now that the band was working on their second album. luke knew all of this, but it didn't stop him from missing you. he was lucky to get a ten-minute call with you nowadays.

"baby?" he tried again, chewing on his bottom lip. he turned to face the ceiling of his bunk, the light from his phone casting a shadow on his face as he waited for you to say something. anything. "can i call you tomorrow?"

you sighed, "i don't know, luke. i have a busy day. it's a travel game tomorrow so i don't know if i'll be up late."

"oh," he cleared his throat, trying to hide his disappointment. he felt a little stupid that there were tears pooling in his eyes. so you can't talk tomorrow, it shouldn't be a big deal, right? except that luke felt like you were pulling away from him. little by little. and he didn't know how to stop it. it wasn't like he could drop everything to show up at your doorstep and fix things with you. if it was up to him, he would do it in a heartbeat, but you'd probably get mad at him for it, for abandoning his responsibilities as the lead singer of the most popular band in the world. not to mention the boys would be livid and mr. d and his mom would be equally furious.

"sorry, maybe next week?"

"yeah, sure," he replied, thankful that you weren't on facetime tonight. he didn't want you to see his face. "alright, i'll let you get some rest. go kill it tomorrow. g'night, five star."

"goodnight," you said, ending the call as soon as the last syllable left your lips.

luke groaned quietly, tossing his phone on the foot of his bed. he knew long distance was going to be difficult. it's been months since he last saw you, months since he was at camp half blood, sleeping in your bed and waking up to the feeling of your lips peppering kisses on his face. maybe he shouldn't have gotten so attached so fast, but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter.

he got out from his bunk, tucking his feet into his slippers and made his way to the living room area of the bus. he sat on the couch, peering out the window to watch the empty roads ahead. they were on their way to nashville to meet with a producer that mr. d recommended. the second album was almost done, but it was missing something and none of them wanted to put out a record that didn't meet their expectations.

mr. d was already in tennessee waiting for them. he'd flown in from houston a few days ago with luke's mom and the rest of the poisoned mercury team while the boys were in atlanta for a movie premiere. they decided that a road trip was needed to de-stress after the glitz and buzz of the red carpet. it was nice to have some alone time with the boys. in their tour bus, luke felt like they were back in connecticut, just four friends fucking around, writing music, and eating junk food until their stomachs hurt.

he turned on the tv, switching to some random channel that he wasn't paying attention to. he just needed some noise to drown out his thoughts, but that didn't seem to work. all he could think of was you, his five star, and how much he missed you. luke wondered if you were having second thoughts about this whole thing. maybe he'd been too optimistic about things; maybe you weren't on the same page as he was; maybe you realized that it was too difficult to be with him.

a shiver ran down his spine as he spiraled into his thoughts. admitting to himself that something was wrong between the two of you left a bitter taste in his mouth because he didn't want to believe it. he saw you as his endgame, like nobody else in the world could compare to you, and to think that you may not feel the same about him... well, it was a difficult pill to swallow.

he wondered if he came on too strong, showed his cards too early, and seemed too clingy and lovestruck before it was deemed appropriate. you'd only been together, officially at least, for four months, most of which were long distance, but luke knew he was a goner for you way before that.

he silently cursed as the chill of the december air hit his skin. he should've worn a hoodie. he grabbed the small throw blanket draped over the armchair and placed it around his shoulders. he wished he got to see you over thanksgiving break because maybe you two wouldn't be in this rocky situation right now, but your coach ordered you and clarisse to stay on campus over break to sharpen your skills since you missed summer training. luke and chris were less than pleased with the idea, but they knew it was out of their control.

luke fell asleep on the couch that night after succumbing to the tiredness in his body. the sun was beginning to rise by the time his eyelids fluttered shut. he hoped that he'd wake up to a text from you, but when he woke up to the sound of the bus screeching to a halt in nashville, he realized it was the hope that kills.

“are you guys going to the fall concert?” silena asked, poking her head out of the bathroom. she was part of the planning committee for the unc fall semester concert and she’d been stressing over the logistics of it for weeks.

“lena, if we even tried to miss it, you’d kill us,” clarisse chuckled, putting on a coat of mascara. “you’ve been talking about this since we got back.”

the three of you were getting ready in your dorm. you and clarisse were roommates this year, thank gods for athlete privileges, and silena lived in the building next door in a single since she was an ra. how she had the time to be an ra, be a member of the music festival planning committee, and be a full-time student was truly beyond your comprehension.

“lena, calm down. it’ll be good,” you squeezed her shoulders as you passed by behind her, grabbing your lipgloss from the counter. “and even if it sucks, half the people in the crowd are either drunk or high or both and will probably not remember it.”

“true,” she snorted, curling the final piece of her hair. she unplugged her hair curler and gave herself one last look in the mirror, “i’ll see you guys there? i gotta go make sure shit didn’t hit the fan.”

you and clarisse nodded as silena said her goodbyes. you dabbed on some lipgloss, glancing down at your phone every few seconds. clarisse side-eyed you, unable to hide her smile, “you waitin’ for a text?”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes at her teasing tone. she didn't really know that your relationship was a little muddy at the moment. you weren’t the best at talking about your feelings and it felt wrong to talk about your relationship drama when clarisse and chris seemed to be going strong. “they’re supposed to land in los angeles ten minutes ago.”

“their flight probably got delayed, y/n,” she replied, “happens all the time.”

“no, i know, but just wanna make sure they’re safe, y’know?”

clarisse crossed her arms over her chest, “they’re safe or he’s safe?”

you ignored her question, opting to busy yourself with the weather app on your phone to avoid any follow-up questions, “how are you not checking your phone for a text from chris right now?”

she shrugged, “he always knocks out on long flights so i don’t expect a text until he gets to their hotel.”

“how are you and chris, by the way? i know we live together and shit, but i feel like we haven’t gotten to talk about it in detail since we’re always so tired from school and practice.”

“we’re good,” clarisse hummed, “just miss him loads, though. i haven’t seen him since we left camp– what? four, almost five, months ago?”

you were in the same boat, kind of. you and luke hadn’t seen each other in months and you were getting antsy. they’d been on the road for the past few months, meeting with producers and fulfilling their contractual obligations. they hadn’t been in a set location long enough for you to be able to fly out to see luke, even just for a weekend.

at first, there were movie dates where you’d order each other food and eat and watch the movie on facetime together. there were weekly phone calls and daily texts, but nothing compares to the real thing. being with luke in person was something that you were craving. camp half blood spoiled you with having him all for yourself and now that you were back in school and he’s out in the world, it was beginning to weigh on you.

you missed him. a lot.

you missed kissing him and feeling his lips break out into a smile when you’d mumble something stupid. you missed feeling his arms around you, hugging you from behind while you got ready for the day. you even missed waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him scribbling random lyrics on pieces of scrap paper he found in your room when he slept over.

long distance is hard and sure, luke wouldn’t be the type to cheat or do anything to jeopardize your relationship, but it still didn’t stop a knot from forming in your stomach every time a picture of him or the band popped up on your social media with a gorgeous singer, actor, or model that they ran into on the red carpet. what if he realizes one day that he wants someone who lives the same life as him? wild and adventurous, not tied down by school or sports?

a part of you felt silly for being so insecure about things. it was too early in the relationship to have this conversation, isn’t it? you knew that your avoidance of the topic was starting to affect your relationship with luke, as much as you wished it didn’t, but what if the minute you voice your concerns, he’ll realize that being with you was more than he bargained for? after all, you weren’t the same five star with all the time in her hands, care-free, and relaxed that he met at camp. there was a chance that luke would call it quits on this if you said anything and it felt like too big of a risk to take.

your phone buzzed on the counter, indicating a text.

from: luke <3

‘landed and jetlagged. gonna sleep for a few. enjoy the concert babe!’

you hearted the message and slipped your phone into your back pocket after sending him a quick goodnight text. the three dots popped up for a second, then in a blink, they disappeared. read at 8:43 pm.

“you ready?”

you snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of clarisse’s voice. you nodded and grabbed your small purse before heading out the door. you ran into a group of your teammates who were heading to the amphitheater across campus for the concert. the walk seemed to fly by as they cracked jokes and shared stories about random things. you stayed silent for the most part, only laughing along when it seemed like the right time, but your mind was somewhere else. your mind was in los angeles.

by the time you got to the venue, you and clarisse separated from the group to enter the vip tent, courtesy of silena. a small crowd was beginning to form in front of the stage, taking up the grassy field. charlie was already at the tent, sipping on an ipa when he saw the two of you. his face broke out into a wide smile, giving you and clarisse a quick hug before leading you to the seats he saved.

“season’s looking promising for you guys, charlie,” you commented, accepting the high noon he offered. “the team’s looking good out there.”

“thanks,” he beamed, “don’t think we’re on the level of national champs just yet like you guys, but we’re trying!”

“you guys are doing great,” clarisse chimed in, “the energy in the stadium is electric this year. makes me love college.”

“are you telling me the papers and tests aren’t what makes you love college, la rue?” charlie teased.

she snorted, “oh yeah, because i just love staying up until 1 am writing a paper on greek mythology for classics 101.”

the three of you fell into a comfortable conversation about the class you were all taking. it was a prerequisite class that most athletes choose to take because the professor was flexible with deadlines when it came to athletes. it was helpful especially when a team has to play beyond their season for tournaments or championships. about ten minutes before the opening act got on stage, silena rushed into the tent.

“guys, please you need to come with me. i need your help,” she said frantically. she was nervously tugging on her ‘staff’ badge around her neck, already halfway out of the tent as she waited for the three of you to follow her. “please, it’s an emergency.”

“woah, lena, what’s going on?” you asked, getting up to comfort her. you followed her through the crowd, grabbing clarisse’s hand to keep her close.

silena shook her head, continuing her march through the sea of people, “just come with me, i’ll explain when we get backstage.”

you and clarisse looked at each other, feeling bad for silena. she put in her blood, sweat, and tears into this concert and you knew that she would beat herself up over it if something went wrong. silena always put her all into the projects she’s passionate about, but sometimes things outside of her control happen and unfortunately, she blames herself for it.

in the whirlwind of ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘sorry’s’, the four of you managed to make your way backstage. it was chaotic. people were running around everywhere making sure everything was set for the opening act. the girl who was opening the concert was waiting by the wings, her guitar strapped across her chest as she took some deep breaths. the crowd wasn’t full yet, but you knew that if you were in that position, you’d still be sweating buckets. going out there on stage to perform for strangers was nerve-racking. you didn’t know how luke did it. you admired that about him.

“lena, are you gonna tell us what’s going on?” clarisse questioned, picking up the pace of her steps to match silena.

silena stopped in front of a door, slowly turning to face you and clarisse. suddenly, her stressed facade faded as she twisted the doorknob, “why don’t you see for yourself?”

if you weren’t so confused about what was going on, you would’ve seen charlie lift his can up to his lips to hide his smile at how proud he was of his girlfriend for her acting skills. when the door opened, your heart stopped.

luke was here.

he stood in the middle of the room beside chris with a nervous smile on his face. he was wearing a black leather jacket on top of a white tank top and black pants. his poisoned mercury chain hung from his neck, shining under the overhead lights. his hands were stuffed in his front pockets, shy and timid, as he waited for your reaction.

clarisse screamed when it hit her that chris was actually here. she ran to him and nearly tackled him to the floor. chris wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and laughed as she giggled into his neck. the two of them shared a heartfelt reunion before rushing out of the room to get some privacy. the sound of the door shutting behind you made you blink.

luke cleared his throat, right hand scratching the back of his neck, “hey, five star.”

the nickname brought you back to your senses. you ran to him, engulfing him in a tight hug with an ‘umph.’ at first, luke was tense under your touch, unsure if you’d be happy with his surprise, but quickly, he melted into you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing in content as your familiar scent surrounded him. he felt sparks coursing through his veins as you hugged him tighter and all he could think about was how good it felt to have you in his arms again. his mind was still reeling at your reaction. he didn’t expect you to run to him like this, especially not when it felt like you’d been avoiding his calls over the last few weeks.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him, pulling away to hold his face in your hands. your eyes twinkled as you raked over his face, still in disbelief that he was actually in front of you. “you’re supposed to be in la.”

luke couldn’t stop the lopsided smile on his face, “well, i lied? we were in nashville recording with your dad and he mentioned that he didn’t schedule a session for us this weekend in case me and chris wanted to take a trip to north carolina, so here we are.”

you ran your thumbs over his cheekbones, whispering, “here you are.”

“god, i missed you so much,” he said, voice breaking. “you have no idea how hard it’s been.”

you gulped, your hold on his face faltering a bit. if luke wasn’t on edge, he wouldn’t have noticed the falter in your step, but he felt the slight hesitation in your actions. your warm touch slowly peeled away from his face and he instantly regretted saying those words. here he goes being clingy again. he removed his hands from your waist, clearing his throat. he sat on the couch, motioning for you to sit beside him. he tried to keep his hands to himself when you left a space between the two of you.

“i still can’t believe you’re really here,” you said, staring at him. you wanted to lean over and hold him in your arms again, but there was a weird tension in the air that made you feel queasy. “i feel like i’m dreaming right now.”

“i hope you’re not mad that i’m here,” luke looked down at his lap, flexing his hands. he had to keep his hands busy or else he’d surely reach for yours and he didn’t want to come on too strong. he had to keep his distance. he didn’t want to scare you off any more than he already did. “there was just an opening in the schedule and i-i wanted to see you.”

“i’m not mad at all.”

“good, good,” he replied. silence. he forced himself to look up from his lap, twisting his body to face you. he bit his bottom lip, trying to build up the courage to ask his next question. “are we okay?”

“we’re okay.”

“okay because i feel like things have been different between us lately,” he pursed his lips, looking at you with sad eyes. his tongue poked out the corner of his lips, eyes darting between you and the wall behind you. “i don’t know. i feel like we haven’t talked in ages, y’know? and i know you’re busy and you have a great life here that i’m not really a part of, but uh, i wanna be, y’know? i don’t know much about school or field hockey, but it’s important to you and you’re important to me so i wanna hear about it.”

he was met with more silence. luke continued, “maybe i’m asking for too much when i ask you to let me be a part of this life, but uh, i miss you? and i just feel like i’m losing you and that’s the last thing i want. so you gotta give me something, five star. tell me what i can do to be better.”

“if you need me to back off, i’ll do it, you know? you call the shots. you tell me what you need from me, and i’ll do it, okay? i just– i can’t lose this. i don’t wanna lose you,” luke mumbled. “maybe this is all in my head too. i don’t know anymore.”

you shuddered, lip quivering, “i feel like i’m holding you back.”

“what?”

“come on, luke,” you flicked away the tear that trickled down your cheek, “you’re out there in the world doing what you love. meeting new people. living your life and i don’t want to hold you back from that. we met each other when i didn’t have all these responsibilities and who i was at camp is not who i am here and i know you love those impromptu adventures and trips and spontaneity. a-and i can’t give that to you.”

“you deserve someone who can live this life with you and i’m stuck here for two more years, luke. i can’t do that,” it was getting hard to breathe. your throat felt like it was closing up, cutting off your airflow. you’d been putting off this conversation for weeks. it didn’t feel right to talk about this over the phone, and you thought that you had a few more weeks to figure out what to say to him when you saw him for winter break, but he was here now. “you deserve more than facetime calls and text messages, and that’s all i can offer.”

“is this–” he paused, licking his lips. “is this not what you want anymore?”

“what?”

“this, us? is this just not what you want anymore?”

an involuntary laugh escaped you as you wiped under your eye, “castellan, i don’t think i could stop wanting you even if i wanted to. and you know when we first met, i really wanted to.”

luke moved closer to you, just an inch or two, trying to gauge your reaction. you didn’t move away, which he took as a good sign, “i’m confused. why do you sound like you want to end this then?”

“i don’t want you to settle for this,” you sighed, “i know what you deserve and it isn’t this.”

“bullshit.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him in disbelief, “what?”

“i’m sorry, five star, but that’s bullshit,” a small smile was tugging on his lips. he reached over to place a hand over yours. his fingers traced your knuckles, running the pads of his fingers across the familiar ridges of your skin. “i don’t understand how after all this time you still don’t realize that all i want is you. it’s ridiculous, really.”

“it’s ridiculous?”

“it’s ridiculous,” he chuckled wetly. his other hand rubbed at his eyes, clearing his foggy vision. “our situation isn’t ideal, i know that, but i’d take long distance with you over anything else with anyone else. don’t you get it, five star? you’re it for me. if this isn’t what you want anymore, i’ll accept that. but if you’re only doing this because you don’t think i want this… five star, i want it all with you. long distance. phone calls. text messages. weekend trips when we can get them. distance has nothing on how i feel about you.”

leave it to luke castellan to make you blush. you shyly looked at him, eyes twinkling with something more than either of you bargained for when you first met in that secret spot you call yours, “how do you feel about me?”

“i’m not gonna say it right now because i don’t want to have the first time be while we’re in a fight,” luke laughed. the air was starting to clear. “but i have a feeling you know.”

“i know,” you squeezed his hand three times, “i do too.”

“will you put me out of my misery and kiss me please?”

“always so fucking dramatic,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes, but you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

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((At some point, I’m going to properly put into words why I think Scott is such an interesting character. Granted, I don’t follow his story line very closely, I just know things about him from reading X-M//en comics in general, so take everything I say about him with a grain of salt because it’s a little headcanon based!! BUT I’m just so freaking interested in his character development. The shift in his character and his ideals from aligning with Xa//vier to becoming more... militaristic as opposed to hoping for compromise and acceptance of his people by humans who continue to scorn them at every turn. Hell, even the Av//en//gers and such have, time and again, proven that they’re not interested in mu//tant politics and actually helping them! There have been times when some of them have even referred to mu//tants as “you people” or “those people”, or “your type”, things like that (I’m looking at you Ma//rc Sp//ect//or during the Av//X event). I’m just so invested in Scott’s shift to being the kind of leader that Mag//neto sides with, that half of the team turns away from and the other half walks alongside. I mean, when the X-M//en split, Scott and Logan take opposing sides and it’s... not necessarily what you would think it would be based on the kind of stereotypes of who they are. People think of Scott as a boy scout and, to a degree, they’re not wrong. Especially younger, more idealistic, Scott. But as he gets older, as he watches the world burn around him despite his best efforts to save it, as he witnesses how ungrateful and cruel humanity still is towards his people despite everything they’ve given and sacrificed to keep them safe... of course he grows disenchanted with the idea of co-existence. He starts to grow bitter. And he loses a lot of that hope that there’s a chance of peace between mut//ants and humans. His people are still being attacked and killed and hated and feared and he’s spent most of his life trying to change that to no avail. I mean, when Le//gion loses 6 of his personas and Xa//vier, Ro//gue, Re//my, and Le//gion go to find them... Scott sends Mag//neto with them (Fren//zy joins too, but apparently of her own accord lmao). And they’re like “Why? Why him?” but then Sus//an in Suns//hine (one of Le//gion’s missing personas) heightens their emotions and Mag//neto decides to move to kill David because, according to him, that’s why Scott sent him. Because if they couldn’t get David’s personalities back, if they couldn’t get everything under control in a timely manner, or if things seemed to be unfixable, then Mag//neto was there to KILL him to put an end to it all. It it comes to saving Le//gion or saving the world, Scott would choose the world. Obviously. And so... he sent Mag//neto as the kill switch. And that just... it feels so unlike the Scott that people generally know? The one in the movies or even in the cartoons. The one who once told Logan that the X-Men don’t kill, that there’s always another way. And idfk I need to read more to actually talk about this because I’m missing a lot of pieces, of course (I mostly read Ro//gue’s stuff because she’s my fave lol) but, my god, it’s so interesting to read him going from your generic, mostly optimistic, leader to... a man who is shouldering the burden of realization that every goddamned thing he’s been through, though it’s saved lives, saved planets and so on (which is important and he doesn’t dismiss the importance or gravity of that, mind you!), hasn’t amounted to any real change for his people. Xa//vier preached that they would use their powers for good and, through that, they would eventually find acceptance in this world that hated them. But it’s been years, it’s been decades, and NOTHING has changed. He and the people he cares about have lost so much, and sometimes it feels like so little has been gained. Again, he’s not dismissive of the ways that they’ve helped people, but... it seems like, time and again, no one is on their side. Not unless it serves a purpose for them. And that’s not to say that’s the truth, necessarily. But that’s how it must feel to him. So he throws himself into his work- not with the thought that it’ll someday create a brighter future, a bond between humans and mutants... but just because being a hero, being a leader, is what he knows. It’s what he’s good at. He was created for it, in a way. And so he carries on. He keeps helping. He keeps sending his people out to fight battles on behalf of the people who still wish them dead, because he’s a good person. But he’s also reached the point that he feels that he needs to put the survival of his people first in a lot of ways. And ANYWAY I’m gonna keep reading because this is just from, like, a glimpse at him, so to speak, and chances are that these thoughts are gonna change as I keep reading Le//gacy and such, but for now. This. Also, “at some point” is what I said at the beginning... then proceeded to ramble. Which is basically my M.O. at this point

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled dash content. I’m gonna head to bed soon because I used all of my social energy up being stuck on fucking REGISTERS all day again and I also have to be up at 6:30 tomorrow morning. So... yay.))

#about:Scott #long post cw #cw long post #((I also did // between letters in names and such bc I don't want it to show up in general tags that would be embarrassing lmao))#((ANYWAY- I'm gonna be on mobile but I'm basically out for the night. So goodnight!#I'll get to discord stuff tomorrow or Sunday. I've been ignoring discord for over a week now.#I just haven't had any social energy at all and I'm sorry :\ I needed a break.))#((This is why I need a separate blog for some of my X-Muses lmao))

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