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spaghettiquette · 3 years

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as far as requests for c!slimecicle , maybe something about what their first date would be like?? and just how charlie flirts :D

Dating? What's that? (c!Slimecicle x Reader)

After that last encounter with Charlie, you didn’t know what to expect next. Well, you guys are dating now… right? The whole courtship thing?

Thankfully, your slime buddy still remembered where you lived and paid you a visit!

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[a bit of a continuation from my last slimecicle x reader oneshot, i am so tempted to call it “flustered, goopy mess 2, electric boogaloo” but i must resist]

[is this a twoshot now????]

[ao3]

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The warm sun rays shone through your window and onto your messy bedsheets. Birds were chirping from outside your home, alerting you that it was time for you to wake. The early mornings were always your favourite time of the day. You stretched up from your slumber, eyes still closed— Nah that didn’t happen.

Oh, how you wish you could wake up peacefully like that once more. Ever since you’ve gotten Lucky, it's been very busy. Taking care of an energetic puppy wasn’t easy at all, though you wouldn’t take that away for anything. While you’d theorized that puppies were just balls of energy 24/7, there were those slow, quiet moments as well. Moments where you’re able to relax with Lucky on the couch, him actually behaving and not making messes everywhere. Moments where he’d stick by you while you’re out mining, curious to see what you’re doing. It was moments like those that made it all worthwhile.

Your mornings always seem to fly right past you, that time is taken up by giving Lucky his breakfast, taking him on a walk, playing with him, all those responsibilities. By the time you check your clock, it’s already his feeding time again! You knelt down to put some chopped up pork chops in his food bowl with him eagerly waiting beside you when you noticed something peculiar.

A small speck of green was on Lucky’s grey fur, a very familiar speck of green. The last time you went mining with him, you’ve never encountered any slimes, and if you do come across one, you most definitely wouldn’t hit them after meeting…

You chuckled.

It’d been a couple of weeks since you’ve run into Charlie on that hill. When he went in for that hug, his green goop melted all over you. Lucky thought you were in trouble and jumped to push him off of you, to which the goop just got all over him too! It was a huge mess, but thankfully, Charlie was able to get all of his slime back, or at least what you thought was all of it.

While his goop was curious, you couldn’t help but also wonder about the status of your relationship with him. The possibility that you might’ve made him blush with your compliment, the hug, not to mention that he outright said something about courtship. Still, does courtship exactly mean that you two are dating??

Carefully, you picked out the slime from Lucky’s dense fur, it clung onto your fingers with ease. But now, what do you do with it? You can’t just throw it out, but you don’t know how to give it back to Charlie either…

The tiny slime ball was rolled up between your thumb and index finger. Though, this does make you wonder… is he able to feel this???

There was a knock at your front door, followed along by a couple more. A muffled, enthusiastic voice could be heard through the door chanting a familiar set of three words.

“—ap me up!” Just as you expected, it’s your totally-not-a-slime… boyfriend? Friend? Buddy? This time, looking extra dapper with his white dress shirt, suspenders, and a green tie! His green skin and hair are as translucent as ever!

“Charlie!— Why are you holding a bone?”

“(y/n) from Kinoko Kingdom! My very human hand bits keep smooshing against your door! They don’t make noise! My bones do! Don’t your bones make noise?”

“Huh,” you rubbed your knuckles, “I guess you do need bones to knock on doors… Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you!” Charlie jumped like he realized something, then quickly made two ‘o’ shapes with his hands and put them around his glasses-covered eyes, “…With my eyeballs!” he continued.

You brought Charlie in for a hug, “I missed you so much.”

“I like your daps, (y/n) from Kinoko Kingdom! They’re very close!”

Pulling away from the hug, you let your hands rest on his shoulders, “Also, you don’t have to keep calling me ‘(y/n) from Kinoko Kingdom’, it’s a bit of a mouthful. Just call me ‘(y/n)’.”

“My mouth is a mouthful, (y/n).”

“I’m sure it is,” you humoured him, pinching his cute slimy cheek with your free hand. The widening smile on his gloopy face absolutely warmed your heart.

“Oh, and I have this,” you separated your thumb and index finger to reveal the tiny ball of slime. Charlie’s eyes widened, “My meat!” You poked your finger into his cheek to let the slime ball absorb back into him. Really, you just wanted an excuse to poke his cheek again. So soft…

“(y/n) from K-“ Charlie shook his head, “(y/n), what were you doing with it?”

“It was still stuck on Lucky, I found it this afternoon—“

He interrupted you with a soft, gentle peck on your lips. It was small and fleeting, but it left you in a daze. His smile afterwards, just like his kiss, was soft, gentle. “Thank you for bringing 0.1 percent of me back to me!” Charlie’s voice brought you back to your senses.

“Mhm! Yeah! No problem! Just come right in and sit down on the couch! I think I’m gonna stay here for a bit!”

You leaned onto your doorframe once Charlie was out of sight. To say that you were flushed would be a major understatement. Though, as ashamed as you were to admit it, you really wished that kiss lasted longer.

Regaining your composure, you went back inside your home.

When you walked into the living room, you expected to see a polite Charlie sitting down on the couch, maybe in the middle of playing with Lucky. Instead, he, while he sat on the couch as you told him to, managed to surround the couch cushions around himself in a way where only his head popped out. Lucky was nowhere to be found, most likely taking a nap somewhere after his meal. Charlie spotted you from his budget pillow fort, “Dap me up!”

...This gave you an idea. You head into your bedroom to fetch something, leaving Charlie dap-less. Returning to the living room, you carried your giant comforter over to the couch.

Much to his dismay, you swiped away the cushions he piled up, then before he could cry, wrapped your bed’s comforter all around him. Not long after, Charlie began to look like the comfiest slime in the world. “There!” Your creation truly was a sight to behold, though it really just looked like a piled up comforter with a green goopy face in the middle.

“Woah!” It wasn’t too hard to imagine stars in Charlie’s eyes as he said that, his voice filled with wonder. “What is this?”

You sat down next to the blanket monster, “It’s a blanket! More specifically a comforter.”

“Makeshift hole…” he muttered in awe. The look of utter bliss never once left his face when he was wrapped up in the blanket. Charlie really does wear his heart on his sleeve.

“So… you wanna do something? You just kinda came here without any notice, so I didn’t have time to prepare anything…”

Charlie delved deeper into the blanket, messing around inside there as if he was searching for something before he came up with his notepad and pen. He jotted something down with deep concentration, then pulled out the note, handing it to you. In big, bold letters, ‘NOTICE’ was crudely written on.

“Here! Notice!” He held out that note like it was the greatest thing he’s ever made, you couldn’t bear to crush his spirits and tell him about what you had meant. “Oh, thank you!” Actually, this was pretty good, considering you might need something to fiddle with when you make your next suggestion.

“Hmm… Wanna…” you looked to the side, “go on a date? Since we’re here now… You can bring your makeshift hole too!”

“Dates? Well, there’s Monday… Tuesday… Thurs—”

“Ah, not that kind of date! The date I’m talking about is… when two or more people go somewhere and have fun…?”

“But we are somewhere and we are having fun! Are we already on a date?”

“Fun? We’re not even doing anything?”

“Well,” a sincere smile began to form on Charlie’s face, “I’m always having fun when I’m around you, (y/n)!” Your poor heart!

There was no way you were going to last the entire day with Charlie around! You called him cute once (twice, actually) and now you’re gonna be hit with all of this at once? Way too overwhelming!

But, damn, you wouldn’t be lying if you said it felt really nice!!

“(y/n)?”

“Uh— Yes?”

“Are you okay? I have some space in here, it’s nice and damp!” He opened his blanket to welcome you in, though you were surprised to see that Lucky was in there too! It was a heart-warming sight, Lucky peacefully asleep on Charlie’s lap. You couldn’t help but let out a smile. Eh, who cares if a little slime gets all over you?

You scoot closer to him. Pulling you into the warm comforter, he wrapped his arms around you. Somehow, Charlie’s slimy skin had seemed to remain cool the entire time he was in this blanket up until you went in. He rested his head on your shoulder, prompting you to lean onto him too. All this time, he just wanted to get closer to you.

Maybe… Charlie was right. You two were somewhere and you two were having fun.

[EXTRA]

It had been a long day. Charlie had to get back to… where does he live again? You forgot to ask, but he had to get back. You made yourself something to eat and decided to call it a day. Heading to your bedroom, something was immediately apparent.

Goddamnit, he stole your comforter.

#c!slimecicle x reader #c!slimecicle #c!slimecicle x y/n #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x y/n #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #slimecicle x y/n #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle #request #june's tourmalines

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beneathstarryskies · 3 years

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Hello! May I request a oneshot (modern au or everybody lives au pls) where Obito falls in love with reader? With the whole falling out of love w/ rin angst as well pls (I like Obito so much and I am hella jealous of Rin >:( )

Word Count: 1,517

Warnings: Angst, fluff, fem!reader

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this, and I was so tempted to make it smutty but alas I practiced self control.

The village is bathed in orange light as the sun sets over Konoha. Obito sits alone on the rooftop, his eyes trained on the stone-carved face of his former sensei. His memories of being on Team Minato play in his head.

The journey to redemption had been long and difficult. Obito expected to die helping Naruto save the world, coming to fully accept his fate. Things didn’t happen that way, instead, he found himself having to face living. It was a scenario he’d not planned for at all. Kakashi had pulled every string possible to be able to give Obito a second chance.

“It’s what Rin would’ve wanted,” Kakashi had told him.

Rin.

Obito sighs as he tries to focus on his breathing in an attempt to clear his thoughts. His attention is pulled away from the air filling his lungs when he hears your feet hitting the rooftop. He turns to you slowly, his chest blossoms with warmth when his eyes fall on your shy smile.

You’ve been gone for a couple of weeks now on a mission, and Obito felt a tugging in his chest the entire time you were gone. It’d taken him a while to realize it was because he missed you. Truthfully, it was that realization which brought him here. Trying to come to terms with what it all means. Of everyone in Konoha, you were the first to truly accept his presence. You reached out to make friends with him despite his initial insistence on keeping you at arm’s length. Little by little he felt himself warming up to you, eventually coming to crave your presence when you’re away on missions or too busy with your other duties to hang around much.

“I thought I might find you here,” you say quietly. “What’s on your mind Obito?”

“Nothing really,” he shrugs. “Just trying to clear my mind a bit.”

“Hm, me too,” you hum.

Obito smiles weakly, “How did your mission go?”

You shrug, “Boring.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and let out a small sigh. A thought was bursting forth in your brain. The words linger on your tongue, but the way Obito tenses at the closeness you’ve presented causes them to stay trapped there. You bring your head back up to study the stern eyes of the past Hokage staring back at you.

“I missed you,” Obito says finally.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” you smile.

Obito feels his cheeks grow warm. He turns his face away from you to hide the pink dusting across his cheeks. Obito is certain by now you’ve noticed how flustered gets around you but is grateful that you don’t feel the need to point it out. There are so many things he’s grateful for where you’re concerned he lost count long ago.

You lean back on your hands, your hair falling behind your shoulders.

“Hey, maybe since I’m gonna be home for a while we should find something fun to do,” you suggest with a bright smile.

His heart pounds in his chest, “Oh yeah?”

“I could use a trip to the hot springs,” you suggest. “Or maybe we could find a carnival or something.”

“You choose,” Obito smiles.

I’d follow you anywhere, he thinks to himself as he looks at your sweet face. He wants to say it but keeps the sentiment to himself.

“I don’t deserve to love again,” Obito says in a hoarse whisper as he stares at Rin’s headstone.

His fingers trace over her name as light as a feather. Tears sting his eyes as he feels so consumed with guilt. He’d been willing to burn the world down for a chance to be with Rin again, but now he finds those feelings fading each day as you make a home in his heart.

Rin is always watching, he keeps telling himself. How would she feel to know he’s fallen in love with someone else? Is she watching it happen while being so helpless to stop it?

He turns these questions over in his mind until he gets the feeling he’s being watched. His hand pulls away from her gravestone to look around the grounds, finally spotting Kakashi leaning against the gate.

“I heard you were visiting the hot springs,” Kakashi says as he begins to walk toward Obito.

“We’re supposed to leave tomorrow.”

“Good,” Kakashi nods. “That’ll be good for you.”

Obito furrows his eyebrows at his friend, “Why?”

“Because you and y/n are close,” Kakashi shrugs. “Maybe this will give you a chance to bond.”

Obito’s chest feels heavy at Kakashi’s words. Was it so obvious? He shoves his hands in his pockets, pulling his eyes away from Kakashi back to Rin’s memorial.

“I think Rin would be very happy for you,” Kakashi’s voice has fallen to a soft whisper.

“Maybe,” Obito sighs.

“She would be,” Kakashi persists. “All Rin ever wanted was for you to be happy, Obito. If this makes you happy, then she would be fully supportive.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“Love is not about deserving it.”

“What do you know about love?” Obito spits back, not even understanding why Kakashi’s words bothered him so much.

Kakashi just shrugs, as unbothered as ever. Obito groans because he knows Kakashi is right.

“I hope you don’t mind that I booked us just one room,” you say as Obito sets his things down. “It’s all they had on such short notice. Plus side though, we have a private onsen!”

Obito smiles, “It’s fine. We can take turns.”

You giggle, “We don’t have to do that. I trust you not to be a pervert.”

Obito’s cheeks turn bright pink. His heart pounds in his chest. Truthfully he doesn’t know if you should trust him so much. He’d never do anything to hurt you, but he’s not sure if he could stop himself from at least looking at you. Even in your usual loose-fitting clothes, he finds you absolutely gorgeous. Seeing your soft skin would be very difficult to resist.

But also, he’s scared of you seeing him. He’s still a bit insecure about the scars on his face. Your eyes never linger on the scars too much, in fact on more than one occasion you’re pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as though they weren’t even there. He’s worried this may change once you see the way they’re stretched over half his body.

You unpack your things in the room despite wanting to just strip off and jump into the hot water. Obito isn’t as neat as you. His clothes get shoved into the drawer, but he lingers awkwardly in the room once he realizes there’s no other way to get around the main purpose of this trip.

“I’m gonna get in now,” you say quickly. Obito realizes you’ve also been trying to get around it.

“Maybe you should get in first,” he suggests. “So I can’t see anything?”

“Hm, or we can just undress at the same time? That way we just won’t worry about it anymore.”

Obito swallows hard, “Are you sure?”

You laugh despite the blush on your cheeks, “We might as well. I don’t want us to spend the whole trip trying to avoid nudity. We’re at a hot spring after all.”

“I just,” Obito looks down at the floor. “You know these scars aren’t just on my face and neck.”

Your lips tighten into a frown as you step forward. Obito’s eyes slowly trail to your sad face. He’s not sure what he expected, but to feel your arms wrap around him was not it. Your lips brush against his cheek before you look up at him.

“Obito, you fool,” you say as you stare into his eyes. “I don’t care about that at all.”

Tears prick his eyes, and a knot begins forming in his throat. He opens his mouth as it becomes harder to breathe. Your eyes are so filled with adoration it’s overwhelming.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. I was gonna wait until dinner but I guess I should just say it now,” you take a shaky breath. “Obito, I think you’re gorgeous.”

He bites back the sobs threatening to escape him, “Really?”

You lay your head on his chest to hide your flushed face, “Of course. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I-”

“I love you!” Obito blurts out as his arms tighten around you.

You look up at him with tears filling your eyes, “Obito, I love you too. I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same way I just-”

He steals your words with a clumsy kiss. His heart feels like it’s going to burst when you eagerly kiss him back. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, and you raise on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Obito breathes you in, wanting your affection to wash over him and erase all his insecurity. By the time you pull away, both of you struggle to catch your breaths.

As your hands trace over his cheeks with a small smile, Obito can’t believe his luck.

#obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x you #obito x y/n

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ruewrites · 3 years

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bestie can we get some solodeus angst

The Next Step

AO3

WBT

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3081

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey Anon! So I struggled with this request for a bit. So I decided to write a little oneshot for WBT. I hope you like it and I hope this may be what you had in mind for some angst (with a happy ending)!

“So do you wanna do something this week? We could go check out that movie we thought might be bad. Frankenzilla’s Aquatic Monstrocity Two?” he tried to make his voice sound as tempting as possible. The semester was coming to a close and Asmo missed his boyfriend. It felt like he hadn’t seen him outside of the one class they had together and even then their only greeting was a quick kiss before running to the next place.

Sure they had coffee trips still, but both of them were too exhausted to usually say much and then classes interrupted any other time they might have.

Solomon sighed on the other end of the line. The soft tapping of his keyboard reached Asmo on the other end of the line. Was it another application or course work this time? Perhaps he was responding to another email from the staff at one of the schools he applied to. There were many options, and each one twisted a knot in his stomach.

“I can’t tonight. I’m overloaded right now. You know, assignments destined to kill me and all. If not the assignments, the applications.” Despite the chuckle tinting his voice, Asmo could hear how tired Solomon was. He could practically picture the piles of empty or lukewarm coffee cups surrounding him. It was a familiar sight, and one that Asmo would often see when trying to coax him to bed to relax and get some sleep. That was another thing Asmo had been missing: cuddling. The way Solomon’s arms would wrap around his waist, or when Asmo would commandeer Solomon’s chest as his own personal pillow.

Quality time was something Asmo desperately needed, especially before the next step came… And graduation was rapidly approaching.

“Well, we don’t have to see the movie!” Asmo’s voice was coming out quickly, and he hated it.

“Asmo-”

“We can go walk in the park-”

“I really ca-”

“Or we could go to our favorite cafe! The one off campus. Wouldn't it be-”

“Asmodeus.”

Asmo’s words died on his tongue. Solomon snapped at him. Solomon never snapped at him. Not once in the entire year they’d been together as a couple. When they were younger maybe, but not in their more recent history. It made Asmo sick to his stomach.

A small whimper left his throat and his fingers gripped his phone a little tighter.

“Fuck,” Asmo swore he heard Solomon slump back onto the couch, “Asmo, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Asmodeus I-”

“It’s fine,” Asmo was fighting back tears, “It’s fine really-”

“No. No it’s not I shouldn’t talk to you like that, sleep deprived or not. I know you Asmodeus, I know it’s not just fine,” Solomon finally let exhaustion overtake him, his voice was dripping with it, “And I really am sorry, I can’t hang out right now. I want to, I really really do. Honest.”

“It’s fine,” the words came out softer this time before silence stretched over the line.

Solomon was the first one to break it, “I love you and I miss you.”

“I love you too.” Asmo was just barely keeping himself together, and he had no doubt that Solomon knew this. Solomon knew him too well.

“I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. I promise. I love you, so very much Asmodeus. Goodnight, I’ll see you in class tomorrow if I’m still alive.”

Asmo didn’t even crack a smile at Solomon’s attempt at a joke when he heard the familiar click signaling the end of their call.

They were seniors. They didn’t have much left. What was the next step?

At the news that Mammon could pull some strings to get Asmo some sort of job in the fashion world, he’d been elated. He’d talked about it days upon days on ends with Solomon, and Solomon had been so happy for him. Meanwhile Solomon had been pacing back and forth, waiting for some sort of response from a master’s program. He’d said he’d be happy getting into any school, lucky even, but Asmo knew him. Solomon had his favorite, his ambitious Solomon aimed for the stars and Asmo had no doubt in his mind that he’d end up right where he wanted to be.

But that scared him.

It made him feel terrible. He should be supportive of and happy for Solomon, yet something was holding him back. At this rate, they would only have the summer together, and that wasn’t enough time. The summer would fly by before Asmo knew it and then he’d maybe have to help Solomon move into some fancy dorm somewhere far away from him and his love.

At one point he’d been excited about the next step in his life, but now graduation just seemed like a looming storm overhead.

His mind was wandering and he couldn’t stop it.

He’d had breakups over less. Expecting Solomon to stay with him after they graduated was selfish, and yet he dared to hope for it. The best he could hope for was that Solomon asked for a break. Was it any better? No. But at least Asmo would have the illusion of hope. People broke up with Asmo over him deciding to dress down or for being too clingy. Then again, he knew he’d dated shallow people in the past and Solomon wasn’t shallow.

But it was still selfish for him to want what he did.

But a part of him didn’t care.

Asmo wasn’t stupid. He knew Solomon was the best he’d ever had. He was attentive, remembered when Asmo said little things, made him feel good in more ways than one, and was nothing short of wonderful. There was no way Asmo was going to let himself lose him and yet-

“He’s going to break up with me.”

“You don’t know that.”

One of the cats of the cafe rubbed against his side. Perhaps she could feel his sorrow. Asmo had just finished sobbing in his room before texting Satan. His pillow had become completely damp with tears and his eyes were red and puffy and looked as if they were made out of glass. Satan could keep his thoughts level and talk Asmo out of whatever negativity currently plagued his thoughts.

“But he hasn’t been spending time with me! Our normal hang out times have been completely run over!” Asmo sniffled, half-heartedly bringing his tea closer to his lips, “This is how breaking up normally starts.”

Satan shook his head, “You really think he went to all that work to get with you only to break up with you? Didn’t he get a tattoo to represent your relationship or something like that when the two of you had barely been dating for a month?”

“Three months. He wanted to get it a month in, but it took me three months to the day of our anniversary to finish the sketch.” Asmo’s fingertips lightly traced the rim of the cup, eyes fixed on his reflection inside. He’d wanted that tattoo to be perfect. So many scrapped ideas had flown around in his head before he was finally happy with one, that and he’d been nervous about Solomon getting a tattoo dedicated to them. They’d gone to every appointment together. Asmo said he wanted to make sure the art was good, what he meant was that he wanted to make sure Solomon didn’t change his mind.

Had it really all been for nothing?

Suddenly his phone buzzed.

💖Honey Dearest💖: Hey

💖Honey Dearest💖: Look I feel really bad

💖Honey Dearest💖: And I’m very sorry

💖Honey Dearest💖: Incredibly sorry

💖Honey Dearest💖: You deserve so much Asmo, and my time for you has been taken up by other things

💖Honey Dearest💖: But I’ll have free time this weekend and I can make reservations for us

💖Honey Dearest💖: I need to talk to you about something

💖Honey Dearest💖: Something that’s been on my mind

Asmo’s heart stopped. With shaking hands he shot up, startling the poor kitty next to him. He shoved his phone into Satan’s face, “See? See??? He wants to talk so he can let me down easy! Oh I’m going to lose him!”

“Asmo hush. You’re startling the cats,” Satan’s brow furrowed as he looked over the text messages, “He’s not saying anything about breaking up with you. It actually seems like he’s putting effort in to see you.”

“You don’t know that! I’ve been here before. I know this isn’t good I- I-”

Oh he was the definition of a mess right now.

“And you don’t know that he’s going to break up with you. You’re not the only one who’s dated people Asmo,” Satan pushed the phone back into his hands and went to pick the forgotten, luckily unspilled, cup up. “Send him a text and at least hear him out. I think you're reading too much into this.”

Asmo had drowned Satan out. He vaguely saw him go behind the counter to start remaking his drink again, but other than that Asmo didn’t process a thing.

Keeping Solomon was his main goal. He needed to figure out how to convince him that they were good for each other, that they could make this work. If he did leave him, Asmo knew that was it. He knew Solomon was the best he could get, and he wasn’t about to lose his chance at a happy future.

After texting Solomon an agreement to the meetup and deciding on a place, the rest of Asmo’s days leading up to the weekend were consumed with worry. In the end he’d made a list of reasons as to why they should stay together and how they could make everything work. If he was being honest with himself, he knew this list was more for him. He wanted to remember his reasons for when the time came. The last thing he wanted was to be left blubbering in public.

He’d made himself up nice. If Solomon was planning to break up with him, he wanted to assure he looked fine as hell and make him second guess the decision. It’d been a while since he’d done himself up this well, maybe he should do it more often. He used to do this all the time with partners because he wanted to make sure they loved him. But Solomon had loved him so matter what. He loved looking at Asmo first thing in the morning before he did himself up and when he was still in one of Solomon’s shirts.

Asmo had never felt this comfortable in a relationship before. He’d never felt so safe before.

…

He was going to miss that so much…

The feeling of being safe.

Being wanted.

Being adored.

Despite his worries, the whistle that left Solomon’s lips sent a blush to his cheeks.

“You really look nice.”

Solomon’s hair was slicked back the way Asmo liked it. Why did he also have to put effort into his appearance? Asmo felt even more anxious now, looking at him in the doorway. Solomon was the only one who’d ever made his heart flip like this. It had been impossible to calm himself all the way over to the restaurant.

Solomon had always been good at picking up when something was off, and Asmo had to wonder what he was thinking. Then again, even though Asmo was being uncharacteristically quiet, Solomon seemed uncharacteristically chatty. Asmo knew he could get that way about things he enjoyed, but this wasn’t one of those moments. Instead Solomon was tripping over his words as he discussed… nothing really. The sinking feeling in his stomach continued as they took their food and left once again to a little secluded place in the park. Solomon has suggested it, he mentioned that it might be best if they could be alone for a bit.

It didn’t make Asmo feel better.

Eating didn’t really seem possible. Instead, Asmo was pushing the food around inside his box. He’d take a bite eventually, as soon as he was sure it’d go down alright.

“I heard back from the program I applied to,” Solomon started, “I got in.”

“Oh? I’m so happy for you! Solomon that’s wonderful!” Asmo hoped his cheeriness didn’t sound forced.

Are you going to leave?

“Yeah! It’s a huge relief. One less thing I have to worry about.” Solomon went silent now. The inches between them felt like miles to Asmo. He should feel happier for him. His boyfriend’s dreams were coming true, he knew Solomon had wanted this program more than anything. Why couldn’t he be happy for him?

The soft shutting of Solomon’s to go box brought Asmo’s attention back. Their shoulders brushed and Solomon kept the contact.

“I’m happy I can have this with you,” he murmured, “I know I haven’t been around much this half of the semester, and I do mean it when I say I’m sorry about that. You deserve only good things Asmodeus. You do.”

Asmo stiffened.

“The past year has been nothing but amazing, you’ve been nothing but amazing.”

He was tripping over his words. He’d heard this phrasing before.

“I mean every moment I’ve known you has been a pleasure, but having you close like this, it’s been… wonderful.”

Now. He should say it now. Say how he’d give up an easy in to his dream and follow Solomon wherever he went if it meant they could stay together. The past year had been a dream and Asmo wasn’t ready to wake up and let go yet. He’d go to the ends of the world for Solomon, he’d give up his life for him. The future seemed so blank without Solomon, and Asmo was scared to enter it without him.

“So, what do you say Asmodeus Morningstar? Do you want to take the next step together?”

Wait.

What?

“Will you marry me?”

Asmo hadn’t realized his eyes were closed. Kneeling in front of him, with the most gorgeous ring Asmo had ever seen, was Solomon. He looked so hopeful yet nervous. There was only one thing Asmo knew, and that was that he wasn’t a pretty crier.

Through blurry eyes he watched as panic overtook his boyfriend as he scrambled to stand up, “Hey hey hey. It’s okay. We don’t have to-”

Asmo wanted to say something more, wanted to say something profound and loving to Solomon. Instead what came out was unintelligible blubbering for his boyfriend to decipher.

“What do I mean by that?” Solomon asked, “Well I don’t want to force you to marry me. I just thought it would be nice to ask before graduation, and I know I haven’t been able to see you and-”

As Asmo wiped the tears from his eyes, Solomon took in a breath and slowly let it out, “I love you, and even if I couldn’t see you I’ve had a lot of time to think about this.”

Asmo wrapped his arms around Solomon’s neck as he sniffled, and for the first time since their last talk on the phone he found himself smiling. This isn’t what he thought their proposal would look like at all. “I’d like to get married.”

“You would?”

“Yes,” looking into Solomon’s eyes and Asmo almost choked on his words again, “Yes.”

Kissing Solomon had always been a heavenly experience, but Asmo couldn’t help but laugh as his fiance left his lips to cover every inch of his skin in love. Asmo also didn’t miss the way his hands shook when he put that ring on his finger.

After all of his anxieties, this was definitely a breath of fresh air.

Although, he wouldn’t be telling Satan about how right he’d been.

***

“You suuuuure we can’t get a house?”

“Asmo we won’t be living there forever, we can rent out an apartment and then go house shopping.”

“Mmh, I still like the idea of having a house.”

Asmo sat in between his fiance’s legs, Solomon’s chin resting on his shoulder as the two of them looked over their options. There were a few nice places between Solomon’s grad school and where Asmo would have to drive for his new employer. He’d made sure Mammon knew where the school was so he had a radius to look at. Luckily, Mammon seemed to know a guy.

This whole situation had been lucky. Asmo wanted to follow Solomon so badly, talking on the phone or video chatting simply just wouldn’t be enough! Solomon’s only condition had been if Asmo could also pursue his dreams as well. No way was he going to let him not take an opportunity if something was offered to him!

But it worked out, it always did. It always would one way or another.

“One day we’ll get a nice house, make it all our own,” Solomon mouthed against his neck, “As soon as we get married.”

Giggles left Asmo’s mouth as Solomon’s mouthing turned into tiny butterfly kisses, “I’d like that. But now that you mention it, we never got to celebrate our engagement did we?”

Solomon paused and looked up at Asmo with a quirked brow. “Celebrate?” his arms tightened around Asmo’s waist, “What did you have in mind?”

Oh Asmo loved that wicked smirk.

“I wanna ceeelebraaate,” he giggled, leaning further into Solomon’s chest.

“I heard you, but that doesn’t tell me what you want.”

Asmo was about to go further when Simeon cleared his throat. He stared at the couple from the archway leading to the kitchen, “Mindful. Someone will be arriving home soon. Don’t make me banish you from the living room.”

“Ah, sorry Simeon, don’t worry, we’ll be mindful.”

“You better, I already have to think about looking for a new roommate because of you.”

The tone between them was playful, they’d become relatively good friends since Solomon started living there from what Asmo could see.

“I’m sure I could help,” Asmo chirped, “Maybe one of my brothers or someone else we know might be interested.”

“Thank you Asmodeus, I appreciate that. Now behave, both of you.”

When Simeon disappeared, Solomon leaned close to Asmo’s ear, “We’ll celebrate as soon as we move into the new apartment.”

“Oooh I like that! I guess that means we should pick one out then yes?”

“Oh my smart fiance is very incredibly right.”

Solomon leaned in for a kiss and Asmo gladly obliged.

While the future was still uncertain to a point, they had each other, and they’d be taking their next steps together.

#anon #request #anon request #WBT #obey me #ruewrites #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me simeon #obey me satan #human!au #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #solodeus

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Sesskag week Day 6: Romance

Summary: Who says BDSM can't be fluffy? (No smut, the clue is in the title.) Oneshot. For Sesskag Week Day 6 - Romance.

Rated M but not for outright smut, just implied

1,500 words

(all prompts posted on Ao3, fanfic.net and Dokuga)

AN: Sooo media sure likes painting BDSM as something that goes hand in hand with abuse, hm? Hate that. Have this instead.

Aftercare

Lying atop rich, silky furs, Kagome stared ahead sightlessly, panting. Her body hummed alive, muscles burning like she'd run a marathon as she lay on her stomach, tufts of fur acting as bedding brushing against her sensitive chest. Twitching thighs sweetly ached, combined juices clinging to slick flesh. Her ass remained slightly perked even now, and she shivered with the sting. No doubt he'd left slight red handprints just like last time.

Everything felt flushed, sweat clinging to her torso, lips feeling bruised from the force of their kisses, heartbeat thrumming wildly yet starting to calm after her pent up pleasure had been released so exquisitely.

She shifted her bound wrists resting on her spine, connected in a series of ties to her ankles, legs drawn up behind her. A snapping noise filled her ears, abruptly feeling the binds loosen, severed rope sliding free. He'd set her free.

Squeaking, Kagome felt herself be turned over, the blindfold hitched up over her eyes and removed. Blinking up at the ceiling, dazed eyes adjusted to the light. She touched the cool wetness on her bottom lip, feeling some forgotten drool lingering there and blushing.

Clawed hands rested on her knees, the Daiyoukai's chin resting in the crook of his elbow as he caught his breath, body trembling slightly. He remained sitting upright, broad shoulders hunched forward, indicative of his exhaustion.

Silver hair obscured his face, hanging limp and cascading around her on the floor. Kagome weakly lifted a palm, brushing damp bangs aside. Sesshoumaru lifted his head- red eyes slowly dying back into liquid gold.

The miko offered a tired smile.

"Hi."

He returned it, pressing a chaste kiss to her palm that almost made her laugh. How at odds with the mood from mere minutes ago.

"Hello."

Sesshoumaru leaned back and unsteadily straightened, licking some blood away from his chin. The fresh bite mark on her shoulder thrummed from the action.

A whine escaped Kagome when he drew away, lips pursing. If her arms didn't ache so much she'd have reached out to beckon him closer again.

The smoke of a smile ghosted across his mouth before Sesshoumaru dragged a robe loosely around him and briefly stepped out of their room to demand a trayful of things be sent to the desired room. He then knelt to scoop her up into his arms.

Carrying his mate to their private springs and finding beverages and food waiting for them, the Daiyoukai sank into heavenly waters. They each hissed and shuddered, the temperature unforgiving on certain sensitive areas.

Placing Kagome on his lap, Sesshoumaru supported her back, gliding thin lips over her neck. Her tired limbs slung around him in an attempt to return his embrace, before he pulled back, lifting her wrist to inspect it.

"Were the binds too tight? You should have told me."

"I didn't feel it at the time," she murmured. Or rather, she had, but the drag of the rope had only served to heighten her arousal.

Humming, a wet tongue drew out, grazing over the faint red lines left behind from the binds. Sesshoumaru licked at nuzzled at her flesh, a rumbling noise escaping his throat. He looked rumpled and decadent, steam from the springs curling around his visage. Despite how effortlessly violent he could be with enemies, Sesshoumaru's palms as they moved and caressed her body dragged with a gentleness that one would not expect.

"Do you wish for water or sustenance?"

Her lips quirked. "Sure, I'll take something to drink, please. Maybe a pain killer too."

Dehydration was a very real thing, what with the amount of sweat they'd worked up. A cup was gently urged to her lips and Kagome curled shaking fingers around it, taking a long drink and coming down from their session slowly.

She then smoothed a soothing hand through silky silver hair, stroking his ear. "Are you alright?" she inquired gently.

Sub drops were expected but Doms could also experience them. A stereotype was that they didn't need aftercare. If she could just get her damn jelly limbs under control she'd have pampered him a little too. Sesshoumaru hummed, lowering her arm and wrapping her tighter in a warm embrace instead, their skin plastering together from the heat.

"I really do think we should come up with a fun safe word," Kagome sighed, lulling in exhaustion against him. Throbbing limbs relaxed, body unwinding beneath his soft touch. "Just a plain ole 'stop' or 'no' doesn't feel too special, does it?"

"This one does not see much point. You hardly ever tell me 'no' and if you do it is only to adjust our positions," he snorted, grabbing a cloth and starting to wash her body. "And for another; I do not find the prospect of hearing you begging me to stop arousing. Therefore we do not need a 'special' safeword. If you wish to stop, it is simple enough to say."

"Fiiine," Kagome huffed, running a hand over his bicep. Blunt teeth marks marked his flesh. She smiled a little.

Dragging the cloth over her back, Sesshoumaru absentmindedly kissed what welts and marks were available to his lips. Lifting her to sit on the side of the pool, he grabbed a lotion from her era and started to lather it over them for good measure. Kagome draped her legs on either side of his waist, heels grazing magenta stripes hugging his hips. Sesshoumaru shot her a warning look. Kagome flashed a weary smirk.

"You have surely had enough. Do not tempt me, miko."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she winked, closing blue eyes and resting a cheek against his shoulder, sighing with satisfaction. After being mated for five months, Kagome had decided to suggest a few things in the bedroom. They'd introduced cuffs at first, then blindfolds, and things had spiralled from there. Luckily Sesshoumaru already had a taste for dominance and took to things like a duck to water. He was now quite the expert at using toys and vibrators that she'd awkwardly lugged through the well. Trying to conceal sex toys within the depths of her backpack proved to be a terrifying gamble. Inuyasha and Shippo had started bugging her for ramen and sweets, assuming her pack must be filled with presents for her friends.

'They're gifts from me, for me!' she'd hissed until Sesshoumaru had mercifully stepped in and helped conceal her secret.

Now the couple had progressed and were comfortable enough to pull off different ties. The hog-tie was an unspoken favourite. Her poor, overstimulated sex twitched, core tightening with just the memory of it.

Calloused palms dragged over sun-kissed skin. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighed, grazing his cheek against hers in demonic affection. If someone glimpsed their sex lives, they'd shallowly assume the black-hearted, cold and cruel youkai had been the bad influence on the pure and pretty miko. That he was the one who spanked, marked and fucked her for his own enjoyment and nothing more.

Kagome lifted her head, kissing the underside of his jaw and teasing her mouth there. "I can give you a few ideas," she purred, showing the truth of their relationship. Pure and pretty miko's could have kinks too, and every time Inuyasha eyed her with pity and glared at Sesshoumaru like he'd 'tarnished' her, it only became more apparent that her curiosities and zest for exploration in the bedroom would've been stifled in other, more clumsy hands. It didn't matter how much she tried to explain or defend Sesshoumaru, some just willfully misunderstood.

Her mate, however, kindly dipped two blunt nails down. His other claws remained long and sharp, but the index and middle fingers had been tailored to meet her needs. Kagome gasped and sighed as they brushed her slick sex.

"You honestly desire more?" he asked in a velvety voice. "Despite the fact that you can barely move?"

Kagome glided greedy hands up his firm abdomen and chest to cradle his face, stroking soft thumbs over striped cheeks to elicit a shiver.

"I can still speak, can't I?" blue eyes danced. "That means you didn't do a good enough job- ah!" she jolted as lithe digits pushed in without warning, scooping the remnants of their lovemaking out of her. They'd need to make room, after all.

"Indeed," Sesshoumaru grunted in her ear, starting to rub her all over again. "Be thankful for the day we crossed paths, miko. No human could ever keep up your needs-" his free hand curled around her neck, "-and no other would endeavour to pleasure you as thoroughly as only I can."

"That's fine," Kagome murmured, rutting her hips against wicked fingers and becoming a vocal, breathy instrument in his talented hands. She gripped his shoulder and squeezed when he moved too quickly, and Sesshoumaru eased up, their silent cues only curling her toes with pleasure and making her head tip back to accept his hungry mouth on her neck.

"Because I don't want anyone else."

End

#sesskag #skw2020 #sesskag week 2020 #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Sesshoumaru #Kagome Higurashi #anyone else predicting this getting blocked by tumblr? lol

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shinidamachu · 4 years

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Neighbor Crush (The Thread)

Summary: modern AU, anyone? This was heavily inspired by a twitter thread I read a while ago, about a guy who developed a major crush on his neighbor’s voice and, with his roommate’s help, managed to ask him out.

Word Count: 2.015 Genre: fluff Fandom: InuYasha Pairing: Inukag Format: oneshot AO3 Link: 🌹 Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

“I’m home!”

The abrupt sound of Miroku throwing his keys and briefcase at the table made InuYasha jump on his sit. It was a rare thing to do, taking him by surprise that way.

Unfortunately, Miroku knew so.

“You’re eavesdropping her again, aren’t you?”

It was hard to say what pissed InuYasha off the most: that Miroku had startled him, that he got caught in the act or the infuriating smugness in the bastard’s tone.

“Mind ya business.”

Ignoring his temper, Miroku went to their refrigerator and returned with a loosened tie and a couple of beers. He handed one to InuYasha and sat beside him on the couch.

“Come on, this is getting ridiculous. You have been obsessing over this girl for what? Three weeks, now? Just go downstairs, knock on her door and ask her out.”

Miroku took a long sip of his Heineken, as if rewarding himself for giving the world’s greatest advice. InuYasha wished he would choke on it.

“I’m not knocking on her door and asking her out, dipshit! We have no idea what the girl looks like!”

“Then do us both a favor and go find out!”

To be totally honest, her appearance was what mattered the least about this girl, although he couldn’t deny his curiosity.

Her voice.

It was her voice that started it all.

For two years he had been sharing this little apartment with Miroku and for two years it had been easy for them to ignore each resident of the building without a second thought. InuYasha was in no way a social guy and even though Miroku had a weak spot for the ladies, he had vowed not to get involved with a neighbor, ever.

“Location, location, location.” InuYasha remembered Miroku explaining once. “It’s simultaneously the best pro and the worst con. I’d rather not risk it, it could get pretty ugly.”

Knowing his tendency to hit and run, it was probably the smartest call.

And life went on as usual.

Until InuYasha heard her voice.

It was exceptionally loud. That was the very first thing he noticed. The second thing was that he incredibly didn’t mind at all. There was a sincerity tone to it that was ever present. Almost as if physically unable to lie. Sweet. Gentle. Smooth. But not in a generic way. He could download it into his GPS and drive forever. Her laughter had over him the same effect of sunbeams reaching out the untouched ground of a frozen forest and when she talks too low, something primal and urgent wakes inside him, letting him dying to know what his name would sound like between her whispers.

Then it became less about how and more about what she talked.

Her name was Kagome. She was in her twenties and had just graduated from pedagogy school. Three weeks ago, she had moved in with the girl who lived precisely in the apartment below theirs to save money as she adapted to the new job of substitute teacher. She had a cat named Buyo, couldn’t swear for the life of her, sang a lot, a bit clumsy, definitely a half full kind of person... Single, as far as he could tell.

Kagome had the most hilarious stories, most of them starring her little brother, her grandpa or her friends. He was especially fond of the ones in which she tried to be nice and it ended up blowing on her face spectacularly. Her heart was too big for her own good.

On the floor below, the girl in question left what InuYasha assumed was her kitchen and walked to the living room, turning the TV on. Even now, when the current conversation was supposed to be his focus, he found himself painfully aware of her moviments.

Miroku didn’t have to know any of that.

“That’s insane.”

“Why? How is that insane?”

“Hi, I’m InuYasha, your upstairs neighbor. You don’t know me, but I’ve been listening to everything you say or sing in your apartment since the day you moved in. Often on purpose, like a creepy person. Anyway, wanna have dinner sometime?”

“Lose the ‘creepy’ part and you’ll be fine.”

“Drop it, it ain’t happening.”

“Well, at least you recognize your obsession. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recover.”

“You’re my problem,” he mumbled.

“Wrong, my friend. I’m the solution. You just gotta listen to me.”

“Yeah, don’t count on it.” Miroku laughed. “So how was work?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Damn straight I am.”

They made small talk and drank for a while, then Miroku pulled out his phone to check his notifications and InuYasha searched Netflix for an action movie they haven’t seen yet. The girl was binge-watching a sitcom. A good one, judging by the way her laughter reached his ears every now and then.

He smiled.

In moments like these, it was crazy tempting to walk down the stairs and go for it, but InuYasha wouldn’t dare. He was perfectly fine just hearing her life from a safe distance so they couldn’t hurt each other, because this is what love inevitably leads to — and that was assuming she wouldn’t reject his advances, in the first place.

Might as well save them both some pain.

“So what do you say? Shall we eat ramen for the third time in a row or order some pizza? InuYasha?”

But he wasn’t listening. In the apartment below, a door opened. Her roommate, Sango, had arrived.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” Replied Kagome. “I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause I just made lasagna.”

“And I hope you’re thirsty, ‘cause I just bought Tequila.”

“Tough day, huh?”

“Tough week.”

“Balcony?”

“You bet.”

The girls turned the blender on.

The balcony was their favorite spot to chat. It was also where the acoustic sounded better. To the point even human ears could catch the words.

One look at InuYasha and Miroku realized what it meant.

“Is she going to the balcony?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.

InuYasha ran, intercepting Miroku just in time. One hand securely covering his friend’s mouth, the other holding him still. They were now in their own balcony.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

There was an attempt to speak, but it came off muttered. Even so, InuYasha refused to budge his hand. Until Miroku licked it. “Ugh!”

“What does it look like?” He questioned while InuYasha compulsively wiped his hand on his jeans. “I’m being your wingman.”

“I don’t need a wingman and will you shut up, already?” His whispered, angry. Miroku was ready to deliver a cunning comeback when the blender stopped and the girls stepped into the balcony.

“So I had to break up with Kuranosuke today.”

“Break up? I thought you guys were friends with benefits or whatever.”

“YES! WE WERE! THANK YOU! Now could you please be a lamb and go tell him that? Maybe I didn’t make myself clear the first four hundred times! Oh, stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Go on.”

“It was a nightmare! The whole week he kept sending flowers and Valentine’s Day cards to the precinct. It’s not even february!”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get him arrested.”

“Believe me, I was this close. It’s hard enough getting their respect, you know? Being a female cop and all. He wasn’t helping.”

“I know. But hey! Someday you’ll find the guy for you. Someone who’ll understand how much your job means. I’m serious! You will!”

“Nope. That’s it for me. I’m done with men.”

“Funny, I’m in the opposite vibe.”

“Really? Now that’s interesting.”

“It’s just… I haven’t dated anyone since Koga.”

“Damn, you’re right! I haven’t realized it.”

“You know what? You should set me up with someone.”

Miroku playfully punched InuYasha’s shoulder, getting his attention. “That’s your chance,” he mouthed. The half demon shook his head.

“Hmmm… Wouldn’t Ayumi, Yuka and What’s-Her-Name be a better option for that? I’m usually cuffing most guys I meet.”

“Eri. And no way! They would just set me up with Hojo.”

“Right! And why won’t you date him, again?”

“Because he’s my friend!”

“He is cute.”

“A cute friend.”

“He likes you.”

“Not my fault.”

“Fine. I’ll d—”

“HEY, NEIGHBORS! NEIGHBORS!”

Mortified, InuYasha watched Miroku make a fool of himself. Like in a movie, his body seemed to forget how to react.

“Hi!” Greeted Sango. “I’m sorry. Were we being too loud? We’ll keep it down.”

“No, it’s okay, the walls are really thin. Listen… I have this friend. And he’s really into your friend’s voice. I was wondering if she would be interest in going on a date with him.”

“What?” Kagome let out a shaken giggle.

“Is this for real?”

“Yes! I gotta go, but check his Instagram out. It’s @InuYashaTaisho.”

Apparently very pleased with himself, Miroku walked inside.

“You’re a dead man!”

“What do you think?” Kagome asked, while InuYasha chased Miroku around the apartment.

“It can’t hurt to give a look,” Answered Sango.

“Five years from now, when the two of you get married, you’ll be thanking me for this.” Miroku dodged the pillow InuYasha threw on his direction.

“Don’t ya worry. Imma make sure to write this on your tombstone.”

“Sango!”

“Wha—Wow! This is him? What are you gonna do?”

InuYasha threw another pillow. Miroku caught it in the air. He was cornered on the wall and nothing could save him now.

Bzzt! Bzzzt!

Impertinently, his phone choose that exact minute to vibrate. InuYasha fished it off his back pocket and the notification took his breath away.

Kagome Higurashi started following you.

“Is that her?”

InuYasha ignored him. The only important thing was the dark haired beauty smiling brightly on his screen. Her eyes were big and warm, framed by extremely long black lashes. She had adorable bangs and sharped cheeks. The perfect shape of her lips rivaled those from a greek statue and they seemed to be painted in a natural shade of pink in almost every picture. Except when they were burning red.

He couldn’t have put a better face to the voice if he tried.

Scrolling down her feed, InuYasha continued to connect the features he didn’t know with the names he did. Sango. Her mom. Sota. Buyo. Her grandfather.

“Let me see!” Miroku ran to his side and hang on his shoulder like a parrot, whistling in approval as InuYasha went on. “Woah, wait, wait, wait! Who is that?”

“That’s Sango, the girl you just embarrassed me and yourself in front of.” He followed Kagome back.

“I think I’m in love.”

InuYasha glared at him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“He followed me back!”

“Oh, it’s going down!” Sango laughed.

“Watch me.” Defied Miroku.

“What the fuck happened to the ‘not dating neighbors’ rule?”

“If four years of law school taught me something was that every rule has its exceptions. In this case, the exception is the absurd level of hotness of said neighbor.”

“On a second thought, go ahead and date her. It’s about time someone put you in jail.”

Miroku smirked.

“Should I say hello?”

“Definitely!” Encouraged Sango. “Don’t schedule anything until I check him for bad precedents, though.”

“You’re such a cop.”

Bzzt! Bzzzt!

Hi!

Hi! I’m sorry about my friend. He thinks ‘boundaries’ is an indie band.

She chuckled.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you have a pizza to order?” InuYasha faced him, eyebrows raised. Miroku narrowed his eyes and left.

“This isn’t over.”

That’s okay. So... you’re a dog demon. I’m assuming this is how you can hear us down here?

Actually I’m half demon, which means I’m only half responsible for invading your privacy. The other half is on you for being so damn loud.

Excuse me?! I thought you liked my loud personality! Wasn’t that the whole point?

To be fair, what I liked was your killer cover of Livin’ On A Prayer.

OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HEARD THAT! Okay. This isn’t fair. You’ve been listening to my voice since I moved in, but I have no idea what yours sound like.

The next text he sent her was his phone number.

A/N: it’s been a while, yes? Tell me if you guys enjoyed this one. Fluff is not really my thing. Let me know if I can interest you in a Part II of them dating and send me sugestions of where they could go, if you want to. If I liked them better than the ideas I have in mind, I might end up writing it (is not a priority, though).

Also, I want to dedicate this piece to @xfangheartx. Thank you for always being a sweetheart.

#Neighbor Crush (The Thread)#InuYasha #Kagome Higurashi #Inukag #Inukag Fluff #Inukag Oneshot #InuYasha Fanfic #My Writing #Inukag AU #InuYasha AU #Inukag Modern AU

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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House Hunting [Oneshot] Modern AU

Words: 3.5k

"Bat-Ears, hurry up, we're going to be late!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming, just hold your horses."

"What is that, Hak?"

"Dunno, Princess. Extra cargo?"

"Hak, I wasn't talking about Jae-ha."

"Yeah, Hak. That's so mean."

"You'll live, Droopy-Eyes. Oy, Bat-Ears, what the heck are you doing?"

The troublemaker froze in place at Hak's deep baritone. They were all supposed to be heading over to the guys' dorm to meet up with Yoon and the others before carpooling to the houses their realtor was taking them to see.

Yona and Calista were busy getting ready, having accidentally overslept and missed their alarm. Jae-ha and Hak drove over, and insisted on driving them even though the latter had said his sister would probably be content walking.

He wasn't going to let her walk, it was several miles.

Hak was going to come alone, but Jae-ha had insisted. He was very tempted to kick the green-haired man out at the stoplights all the way over here, but resisted for both the girls' sakes, knowing Yona would most certainly not talk to him for the rest of the week and that he wouldn't be safe from his sister's rage.

The dark-haired man crossed his arms across his broad chest and raised an eyebrow pointedly.

"What?" Calista mumbled innocently.

"I haven't seen you in months and this is what you look like?" He shot back incredulously, stunned by her appearance. Despite how outrageous it was, it looked good.

She had just gotten back from a trip overseas.

Her black hair had been cut asymmetrically and tinted. The dark blue glinted as the sunlight hit it, and made it look like it was moving on its own. Her style had changed too, and he chalked it up to the readjustment period.

It always took each of them a bit to adapt back to the culture here, and his sister was no exception.

Her style was usually so casual and comfortable, but this time, she was sporting a tank top, leather jacket, a miniskirt, fishnet stockings and combat boots.

Calista flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Don't like it, don't look." She flaunted over to his car, a Koenigsegg Agera S, that the gang had recently bought him for his birthday.

He claimed it was too much, but by the way he was eyeing it as it sparkled in the sun, they all secretly high-fived in the background knowing that they had made the right choice.

"Let's go!!" She cheered, calling shotgun before Jae-ha could.

The four arrived at the guys' dorm, the rest of their friend group waiting in anticipation outside. Yoon sternly instructed them into the family van he had borrowed from his adopted dad, Ik-soo, that he had lent to them for the weekend. They often took road trips with their extended family in it, so they knew the best layout everyone was comfortable with.

Hak was the driver with Yoon as the navigator. In the first row, Yona sat next to Zeno and in the one behind was Jae-ha and Kija. That left Calista along with Shin-ah in the backseat, which was more cramped than the other rows.

Not that she minded, but she would never say that out loud. Though, she could've sworn she heard his breath hitch when he saw what she was wearing.

"Road trip!!" Zeno cheered.

"We aren't going anywhere, kid." Hak shot down, rolling his eyes humorously.

"Road trip!!" He still cheered, not put off in the slightest.

Yona giggled, joining in on the golden-haired boy's contagious excitement before he roped her into a game of, "Annoy-the-driver-until-he-gets-so-irritated-he-pulls-over-to-smack-them-but-sees-his-cute-girlfriend-and-decides-not-to."

Jae-ha and Kija were engaged in an intense conversation about martial arts styles and modern day use of concealed carry, though it was a bit one-sided, the intelligent portions only coming from Kija while the other basically made noises of agreement or disagreement.

The latter tended to be more frequent and louder.

"I just think it's a bit counter-intuitive." The white-haired man argued.

"Oooo, White Snake is using big words now." Hak mocked from the front seat.

"Will you beasts shut up?!" Yoon spat harshly. "And you, you're supposed to be focusing on the road."

Hak nodded calmly. "Yes, mother."

"I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO YOU!!!"

Calista hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed by all her friends. It had been so long since she had seen them. She was so worried that the ease would be gone when she returned, but to her surprise, they were ecstatic to see her.

She had been gone on a top-secret mission for the past couple months. They all worked for varying branches of the military, organizations kept under cover in case things went sideways, and needless to say, all of their work was done in the dark.

If everything went right, the world would never know what they prevented from happening.

Which brought them to their current situation. They needed a house to live in.

It was getting increasingly harder to live on the campus of the college they were all attending when they got called to work. By living together it would also allow them to relax a bit once they got back home, not to mention, they could fortify it any way they wanted.

Security cameras, laser sensors, the most high-tech gear that Zeno and Yoon could get their hands on would be rigged to expose any unfortunate soul who just tried to rob them.

Calista and Hak's grandpa had a lot of pull with the school board, since he was very high up in the government.

He was funding the whole thing.

Rumors had spread quick when they first started college, picking up from their last years of high school. Their band of friends were known as The Dragons all around the local area. Most people were under the delusion that they were a mafia and Calista never could contain her humor at the notion.

The most ridiculous one they had ever heard was that they were running an illegal drug operation. Only one of them had ever touched drugs before for recreation, since sometimes their covers needed them to use, and Jae-ha got clean pretty quickly when he saw how distressed Yona was.

It wasn't just her that was bothered, but everyone else did a better job of hiding it.

Truth be told, they were all gifted, academics coming easier to all of them ever since they started work for the government. Yoon was the youngest, only fifteen, but he was especially bright, even before everything happened.

He had earned his spot in college with them, getting the highest marks out of all of them, putting the rest of them to shame.

Hak pulled the van up to a huge mansion, not too flashy from the outside, but certainly big enough to hold the group of eight.

They all eagerly clambered out, and Calista tripped over her feet in her haste.

Shin-ah grabbed her arms and steadied her easily. She grinned up at him in thanks, throwing a cheeky wink over her shoulder as she sashayed over to Yona, linking their arms together.

She shared a look with the redhead, and they shot off, racing to the entrance.

They threw open the doors to the house, the others not far behind and began exploring every inch of the place eagerly. Yoon hung back, conversing with their realtor about the prices and amenities of this one in particular. It was lavish, with french doors, a sun room, several huge bedrooms and five bathrooms.

Hak wandered around, looking for his girlfriend. As he rounded around the corner, she jumped out, scaring him. He grabbed her, lifting her up with ease.

Hak placed Yona on the kitchen counter and she giggled, looping her arms around his neck as he stood between her parted legs. He tucked his face into the crook of his neck and she carded her fingers through his dark hair.

They had just recently become a couple, both ironically confessing at the same time and needless to say, their group of friends couldn't be happier for the two of them. It had happened when he had returned from his latest mission, which had nearly gotten him killed.

Yona had been beside herself with worry since she was the newest recruit of their elite squad, quite handy with a sniper. When she had heard the news of his condition, she had run down to headquarter's hospital, barreling through all the security.

Though, Calista had supposed that was because no one wanted to tell the boss the wrath they incurred from the lethal group of eight by preventing them from seeing him, so they opted to let her pass.

And the good news was, he was going to make a full recovery. He just had to take it easy for a bit and was not, under any circumstances, allowed to go on any more missions for the time being.

"Ewwwww, gross!!"

The two sprang apart, only to see the edgy girl flash them a grin, the blue-haired man behind her.

"Just kidding."

Hak shook his head at her, a smile creeping up on his features. It widened as he took in the sight of Shin-ah's arm causally slung around her shoulder.

"Okayyyy, we're leaving." Calista announced, swiftly turning on her heel. She recognized that look in her younger brother's eye, and it only meant trouble. "C'mon, Shin-ah, let's go!!"

Running up the marble stairs, he let go of her temporarily as she scrambled to the upper floor, darting in and out of all the bedrooms at lightning speed.

"They have a balcony?!" He chuckled under his breath as he heard her shriek. "Yoon, we're so getting this one!!"

Calista was leaning over the high railing as much as she could, the sight of empty land taking her breath away.

"Be careful..."

She turned around with a small smile as she saw the worry swirling in his golden eyes. Stretching out a hand to him, he took it without hesitation, weaving their fingers together. She tugged him to her and he automatically wrapped an arm around her waist so that she didn't fall.

Smacking his chest lightly, she teased. "I'm not that clumsy."

He gave her an amused look and she threw her head back, laughing.

"Okay, okay, maybe I am sometimes."

His expression didn't change and she poked his cheek.

"Admit it, I'm only like that sometimes." She insisted.

"All the time."

"Shin-ah!!" Calista admonished, raising a hand to playfully hit him again.

He caught her wrist easily, pinning it to the railing firm enough to keep her from moving, but not enough to hurt her. She smirked up at him challengingly, stretching on her toes to whisper, "Catch me if you can."

She broke out of his hold, ducking underneath his arm and racing back downstairs. Yoon was at the door with his hands on his hips.

"There you are!!" He followed her out as soon as she cleared the doorway. "We've got two more to see!!"

Shin-ah caught up easily with her, and Calista realized that they would be sitting in back together. He slid in after her, tapping her thigh lightly.

"Got you."

She shook her head furiously. "Nope, doesn't count."

His eyes flickered to the side purposefully as the next one came into view and the van slowed down.

"Inside?"

"Inside."

Once she was through the entrance, she shot off, Shin-ah immediately tearing after her. Calista could faintly hear Yoon's annoyed shout as they all broke off again in different directions.

She analyzed her surroundings quickly and sprinted down the corridor flooded with beams of sunlight streaming through the large windows.

This one had an older feel to it, and she was certain that Kija and even Jae-ha would love this one. The maple floorboards were worn with use, but it added to the charm. The house had a specific charm to it, one that resulted from the antiques and velvet curtains.

She heard Yoon calling for them to leave for the last one and she saw blue hair as she zipped around the corner. Reacting instantly, she slid between his legs, riding the spiral railing all the way down to the ground floor.

She hopped off, out of breath and made a break for the van.

Shin-ah was panting just as heavily as she was when he got it a second after she did, catching everyone else's attention.

"Bat-Ears, what the heck are you guys doing?" Hak questioned emotionlessly from the steering wheel, having a feeling this was another one of her spontaneous competitions.

"Nothing..." She drew out smugly.

"Is it a game? Please allow me to partake!" Kija exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air excitedly.

Yona turned around in her seat, eyes shining. "Can I play, too?"

"Yona, sit down." Yoon instructed sternly, not even having to look back at her to know what she was doing. The redhead pouted but did as she was told.

Zeno popped up. "What is Miss Notch and Seiryuu playing?"

He had a habit of nicknaming them when they were all young, and ever since then, it just kind of stuck.

"It's basically tag." Calista said simply. "Whoever gets tagged last, wins!!"

"Absolutely not," Yoon retorted. "We're supposed to be here to look for houses, remember? Not wreck them."

"We'll be careful, Yoon!!" Yona pleaded, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

He held out until they got to the last one, caving when a chorus of begging erupted upon their arrival.

"Alright, alright!! Just don't break anything!!"

"Wait, so who's it?"

"I don't know, but RUN!!!"

"HAK, DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!!!"

"What are you gonna do about it, Princess?"

"Yah, Thunder Beast, keep the flirting to a minimum, you already got the girl." Yoon's eyes glinted mischievously.

"Shin-ah's it!!" Calista announced through the noise, coiling her body like a spring. "Ready, set, go!!!"

They took off, even Yoon, and spread out. It was a simple tactic.

Three on the ground floor, three more go to secure the basement and one scouts the upper level.

Calista called dibs on the upstairs, hiding in a wardrobe in the master bedroom. He would be expecting her to be running, so she pulled a different card. She heard the shouts of her friends getting caught downstairs and couldn't help giggling hysterically as Yoon's angry yell cut through the brief silence.

Shin-ah was incredibly fast, not as fast as her of course, but pretty darn close.

A gasp ripped from her lungs in surprise as the doors to the space was flung open, flooding it with light. She squealed as her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled out. Before she knew it, her back was bouncing on the king-sized mattress as her captor loomed over her.

"Gotcha." Shin-ah murmured, pecking her nose softly.

She blushed, biting her lip absentmindedly as her eyes roamed over his heaving chest and broad shoulders.

"... Don't look at me like that..." He mumbled shyly.

Calista raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who's looking like they want to devour me."

He nearly growled. "It's because of these..."

Elastic material snapped against her thigh and her jaw dropped.

"Don't tell me... you like these?"

He pulled back as she sat up.

Calista drew a leg up slyly, watching the way his eyes wouldn't leave her legs.

"You've..." His breathing got heavier the more she moved it up until she crossed them. "You've never worn them before."

She shrugged, smirking. "Never had a reason to."

He bit back a groan, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. His chest rose and fell as he fought to keep himself in control, restraint slipping away from him by the second.

Calista's breath caught in her throat as his hands slid up over her fishnet-clad thighs, squeaking as he squeezed them gently.

"So soft..." He whispered quietly. "You're so soft."

She patted his shoulders, hearing Yona call for them. Shin-ah leaned back reluctantly, but didn't peel himself from her side.

Calista chuckled, snaking a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her level. Whispering a promise in his ear, his eyes first went wide, then darkened.

Then, the pair walked hand in hand downstairs where everyone else had gathered. Their realtor was taking them on a tour of the house, listing off the various characteristics that made this one different from the others.

Now that they were done with their shenanigans, she finally took a minute to take in the house. It wasn't as big as the other two, but she actually liked it better. It felt more homey than the others, and she wondered if her friends felt the same about it.

It was furnished, but that made it easier for her to envision their own furniture in it, with their own creative spin on it.

It was still very lavish.

A large living, dining, and family room on the first floor. The foyer was exceptionally well done, a crystal chandelier hanging in the hall. Upstairs, there was a master suite and three huge bedrooms in addition. A loft made up the extra space on the second floor, and it had windows from floor to ceiling, filling the entire open-space concept home with brilliant light.

The house came with three and a half bathrooms, and a fully finished basement. The patio out in back overlooked the acres of land that came with the house, perfect for a training ground. The trees provided a natural fence and were spread out for miles.

Yona's eyes were shining and Hak braced himself against the door frame as their realtor asked them the big question. Jae-ha was busy admiring the trellis, which, in it of itself, spoke for him since he was disinterested in the other mansions. Calista could tell just by glancing at him that Kija was on board, that man wore his heart on his sleeve.

Zeno was content with all of them, but especially with this one judging by the speed he was bouncing at was nearly inhuman.

Shin-ah's normally shy gaze was filled with wonder and excitement and Calista nodded once in approval to Yoon. The pretty boy's face split into a wide grin, extending his hand out to the kind lady who had shown them around all day.

"We'll take it."

As they filed out of their future home, Calista hummed to herself until her fingers were intertwined with calloused, but gentle ones.

Shin-ah swung their hands back and forth and she beckoned him closer until only he could hear her.

"We agreed the last one tagged is the winner, right?"

He nodded, unsure of where she was going with this.

"Winners get a prize, don't they?" Calista's silver eyes gleamed knowingly and he nodded again, slower this time.

Pressing herself against him when he didn't make any move to push her away, her eyelashes fluttered shyly.

"Well then, since we've been dancing around this for so long, maybe my captor would be kind enough to give me a proper kiss. What do you think?"

Bonus Ending: Since they were out all day, and a considerable distance away from the city, the group opted to drive to the local town and grab dinner. Actually obtaining the food proved to be easier said than done.

"Jae-ha, stop pushing!!"

"Not my fault!!"

"Zeno wants food!!"

"Zeno will have to wait."

Wailing pierced through the air and Hak desperately tried to fix his mistake.

"Bat-Ears, stop laughing and help me!!"

"No way, you're on your own, Marshy."

"Oh, for goodness sake, Zeno, I didn't mean it!!"

The crying ceases immediately.

"Mister didn't?"

"No."

"Yay!!"

Yoon slapped a hand against his forehead. "You all give me a headache."

#akatsukinoyona #akatsukinoyonafanfic #oneshot #modernau #shinahxoc #jaeha #kija #hak #oc #yona #yoon #zeno #fluff #shenanigans

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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i’ll help you // part two

PART ONE

pairing: michael weiss x reader

word count: 1508

summary: you and mike have finally achieved having a healthy and loving relationship.

themes: romance, angst

WARNINGS: mentions of drug use and death

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“C’mon, c’mon-- it’s a fuckin’ party, no more work talk. Get outta here with that bullshit. Have a fuckin’ drink, c’mon.”

You rolled your eyes fondly upon hearing your boyfriend’s strong Boston accent, striding up to the bar of the house party and placing a hand on his shoulder, arching a brow. “But none for you, correct?” He scoffed and threw an arm around you, pulling you into his body. “The fuck do I need a drink for when my girl’s way more intoxicating?”

“Smooth.” You replied sarcastically, but couldn’t help but smile as you leaned into his hold.

The past year had been rocky, to say the least. It usually was, recovering from addiction. There were times where you had been frustrated, angry, miserable-- you had even gone as far as to quit your job at Weiss & Danziger because seeing Mike high and fucked up when he consistently promised to quit was too much. The two of you broke up for a good month or so before you gave in, getting back together with him. You loved him. You had to accept that. And you had to be patient.

That didn’t mean the fights stopped. The second you thought he was improving, he’d be taking pills whenever he thought you weren’t looking. You even received concerned messages from his students who had seen him out at clubs or parties. You felt trapped. Besides for the drugs, he was an excellent boyfriend-- truly attentive, observant, and had no issues showing his admiration and love for you. He wouldn’t even look at other women, despite the countless drugged out, barely legal affairs from before showing up at his door. He loved you.

But he was struggling from a disease.

It took his literal death for him to finally, finally understand.

You had been at your parents’ place for the weekend. You needed to get away, being around him was suffocating. The problem with dating a lawyer was that he knew just how to talk. He was manipulative without even trying. It was practically in his DNA; your own bedroom would turn into a goddamn courtroom. And so, understandably, a break was much needed.

He was depressed. Miserable. Terrified of losing you, but too stubborn and too deep into his addiction. You had been sitting at the dinner table when you received a phone call from the hospital informing you that Mike had overdosed and had quite literally been declared dead for three minutes before the paramedics had managed to revive him.

You had rushed to the hospital-- to this day you were unsure how the hell you had made it there in one piece, considering your tears had been blurring your vision the entire time. You burst into the room only to see that he had been crying too, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot, and dark circles extending to his cheeks. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before the waterworks began again, you screaming and bawling about how worried you were, him apologizing over and over again looking both frustrated and anguished at the same time.

“If you want me to stay, Mike,” you managed to finally sputter through your sobs, “you need to get help.”

And that he did. He was sent to rehab, and there he stayed for three months. For obvious reasons, it was horrible in the beginning. He was sick, angry, lashing out, depressed, suicidal-- but he was getting help, and so you stuck to your promise. You stayed. You were patient, and you were there for him when barely anyone else was. When he was finally released, it felt like a dream. He was finally wholly the man you had fallen for to begin with-- the man you would catch glimpses of those rare moments he wasn’t high, the man who was filled with love and compassion despite sometimes seeming so cold and calculating. Of course, he wasn’t perfect. There were times he was tempted to relapse, but you were there to talk sense into him. There were still fights, but every healthy couple had those. It finally felt like the two of you were in a real functioning relationship, and you could finally be wholeheartedly proud of the man you loved so much.

You convinced him to avoid parties for a while, which was difficult for him- he was an extroverted guy, and one of his ways of unwinding after a long day of work was spending quality time with people. Still, the temptation of alcohol and drugs was far too risky.

Now that it had been four months since he had been released, the two of you were finally out at your first social gathering together in months. And he was doing wonderfully. He was still the same old Mike-- witty, loud, blunt, and a bit of a smart-ass, and you loved all of it.

“You having fun, sweetheart?” he questioned, holding his arm around you as he gestured to the bar with his other hand. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” You shook your head with a smile; ever since he had become sober, you had also decided to stop drinking to help encourage him. “I’m good. And yes, I am having fun. It’s been forever since we’ve done this, it feels kinda good being around all these people again,” you remarked as you looked around at your friends. “Mm, it does, but if we’re bein’ perfectly honest I just wanna bring you back home and fuck you into tomorrow.” He replied bluntly, and you blinked before laughing loudly. “Michael! Please, can you be appropriate for at least five seconds?” you jokingly scolded, and he laughed as he pulled you into a rough hug, playfully shaking you around. “It’s all your fault, you’re just so damn pretty all the time I can't help but be aroused! Be ugly for once in your life, huh? That’s all I’m sayin’.”

You laughed as you let him jostle you about, wrapping your arms back around him to return the embrace. “Please. You’ve seen what I look like completely sleep deprived and bawling my eyes out like a little baby. You know perfectly well I’m not always pretty.” You teased- you were expecting some banter in return, just like there usually was with Mike, but instead he pulled back and looked down at you with a more serious expression. “Yeah. I have, and I was the reason for it. And I never, ever want to see it again, baby doll.” You blinked when you saw the sadness in his blue eyes, frowning lightly as you reached up to gently touch his beard. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that, I was only kidding around. You make me happier and happier everyday, Mike, I’ve never felt so complete with someone. Honestly.”

He barely smiled but you could tell he was still somewhat melancholy. Rehab really had changed him; you noticed the lawyer expressed much more serious, sentimental and heartfelt emotions with you ever since he had been released, but you appreciated this. In the past, he had been a little too rational minded, only thinking of things in straight lines with no gray areas. “I just need you to know I love you.” He mumbled, taking your hands in his. “And I don’t think I could ever stop apologizing for everything I’ve done to you. And even then, a million apologies wouldn’t be enough.”

“But you learned from your mistakes,” you gently reassured him, squeezing his hands, “and you were able to be brave and take the step needed to make our relationship work. I knew I loved you for a reason, Mike, and it’s because of this. You’re resilient and you’re compassionate. You’re a lawyer because you care about standing up for what’s right, and you’re my boyfriend because you care about me.” You leaned upwards to kiss him gently, rubbing his fingers with yours. “So thank you. For working so hard and fighting your addiction. I love you so much.”

When you pulled back, his eyes were already somewhat wet. You smiled, shaking your head to yourself as you reached up to caress his cheek with your thumb. “Hey, mister, don’t you dare fucking cry because you know I will too…”

He chuckled lowly and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. “Christ, I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore. Cryin’ at a fuckin’ party like some sorority chick who drank too much Franzia. Why do you even put up with me?”

“Didn’t I just give you that spiel? Gosh, Mike, do you even listen to me?” you joked, though hugged him back just as tight, sighing in content. “Maybe we’re both nearing our limits with the whole party scene, because going back home and cuddling up in bed and watching a movie sounds… way better right now.”

“Agreed.” He scoffed, pulling back though keeping one arm around you as he looked around. “Fuck this place. C’mon baby, let’s head back home.”

#michael weiss x reader #mike weiss x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans angst #mike weiss imagine

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surrounded-by-superheroes · 5 years

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The Bet (Steve Rogers Oneshot)

Summary;, You and Steve make a rather saucy bet and find out that maybe giving in is better than winning. Maybe.

A/N; This is pure fun and filth and I am not ashamed. Dedicated to @kentuckybarnes because I’ve been stalking her incredible page and bingeing her fantastic writing. Feels like I should give a little something back. ;)

Warnings; This is smutty smut so under eighteen back the fuck up.

Words; 4,440

“A year.”

The entire group gasps at the revelation as I slowly nod. Tony leans forward, further rumpling his burgundy button down in the process, and shifts his glass of whiskey to his other hand. “How. How did you do it?” He asks, resting his chin on his free hand. I smirk and shrug, settling back against Steve’s chest with my drink held steady in my hand. We’ve all settled down after a rather raucous party and are sipping at whatever’s left of the alcohol while asking incredibly probing questions. The most recent of which being how long have we all gone without sex. Mine, so far, being the longest. There’s me, Steve to my right, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Rhodes, Bruce, and Sam to my left.

“Was undercover as a nun. Earned so much respect for them.” My head shakes as I take a sip of my vodka martini and the pads of Steve’s fingers dance lightly over the exposed skin of my shoulder.

“And you didn’t sneak out, or anything?” Sam questions and I shake my head again.

“Nope. I was a proper undercover nun.”

“Hm, perfect for Cap then.” Natasha teases and a sigh leaves his upturned lips.

“You know if we’re counting it-”

“The years you were frozen don’t count, punk.” Bucky objects before he’s even done saying the sentence. My eyes survey Steve’s face interestedly. I’m not sure if I know the answer to this question. He meets my eyes a little sheepishly.

“Ah, well then…it’ll be about a year. Give or take.” He admits with a little smile on his face. Tony mumbles something under his breath and Steve’s head instantly swivels to look at him. “Heard that. I was just out of the ice. Wanted to get used to my own skin before…that.” My lips curl into a smile at the earnest expression on his face, but I just can’t resist smoothing a hand over his thigh. The only response I get is him stiffening and his fingers freezing on my skin. I smirk. Still can’t believe after watching him in public what the hell he gets up to in the bedroom. And the fact that no one else knows is sexy as hell.

“And how long have the both of you gone without since meeting the other?” Rhodes surprises us by asking and once again we draw all the eyes. Steve and I look at one another, actually thinking about the question.

“Not sure if we should answer that.” Steve returns and Tony groans.

“Nuh-uh. You both are the only couple here, so you’re the only representation. Fess up.” Tony doesn’t allow us to slip by and Steve looks to me again.

“Maybe…a week?” I say tentatively and this time the room makes varying noises of surprise or pride.

“I’ve got to say this isn’t ever something I thought I’d be talking about with America’s darling.” Bruce speaks up quietly and causes the men beside him to chuckle. My fingers drum on the inside of Steve’s thigh until he suddenly stands up.

“And I think that’s enough for now. I’m out.” He offers his hand to me as a question and invitation. I take it.

“Night, all!” I wave as we weave through outstretched legs and into the hallway. As soon as we turn the corner I’m pressed against the wall and his hands are on my wrists. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and his blue eyes flick to the movement before returning to mine. “Couldn’t handle the conversation, Steve?” I can’t resist teasing. He raises an eyebrow.

“No, funnily enough the conversation isn’t what was sliding over my thigh.” Soft voices drift near us and he opens the closet to the side before tugging me in behind him. It’s probably the only room in the entire place that’s small, especially with Steve’s hulking figure inside with brooms, mops, and a shelf jutting out with various cleaning sprays on it. I press my lips to conceal a laugh as he flicks the light on.

“Did I hear a disapproving tone in your voice, Captain?” I whisper, eyes twinkling with amusement at our situation. Since we’re scrunched together, it’s easy for my hands to latch onto his belt. Those pretty lips part in surprise as I undo the buckle and slowly slide down until I’m kneeling on the concrete. He’s able to stand up properly halfway leaning against the door since he doesn’t have to worry about the shelf pressing into my head. “Is this what you disapprove of?” I question very quietly as footsteps pass and I trace the outline of him through his underwear. His jaw clenches and fingers curl in and out with nothing to hold onto.

“Is it a crime to want some things to stay private?” He returns as the footsteps fade, voice low and gruff. Looking up in those blue eyes, I kiss up his hardening length. I smile when I see his Adam’s apple bob.

“No. But I don’t want to start thinking you’re ashamed of me or something, Steve.” I breathe playfully and now he lets loose a small chuckle.

“Because shame is exactly what this looks like.” He just can’t resist remarking and I tug his underwear down in retaliation. His cock bounces out and air hisses through Steve’s teeth at the sudden movement. I hum in appreciation. Long and full and pink at the tip aching just for me.

“I don’t know. It would be interesting to see what the world thinks about their Captain if they saw me sucking you off in a closet.”

“Christ.” He breathes the moment I tenderly kiss the just barely leaking head.

“Hard to think you went a year without this, huh?” I just can’t resist continuing to tease him. He makes it too easy. “Don’t think you could go a month without now.” He scoffs and I lean back a little to see his face better.

“That a challenge?” He asks and I laugh softly.

“Are you going to make a bet with me when I’m this close to sucking you off?”

“Not stopping you.”

“Oh, no, keep going.” I sit back on my heels and raise my eyebrows. “What’s the bet?” He sighs with regret but his eyes are shimmering with the challenge.

“Bet you I can go longer without than you.” He dares and I stand, my body sliding against his all the way in the small space. Pretty pink lips tilted into a tempting smile, blue eyes bright, dick still out. God, I love him.

“A month. Rules?” I accept and that smile widens.

“Any explicit sexual contact is counted as a loss.”

“No getting yourself off.”

“No using anyone else to get you off.”

I snort a little at that one. “Do I look like a cheater, Steve?” I question and he shakes his head knowingly.

“You’re smart. Trying to cover all my bases.”

“Mm, I’m flattered. In that case, no one knows about the bet. Now, what’s my prize going to be?” My hand reaches down and glides over his still hard length. I get a grunt in response. This’ll be a piece of cake.

“A weekend away?” He suggests and distracts me with a quick brush of his lips against mine.

“That’s kind of a reward for you too.”

“Well, honestly, if you last more than a week, we’ll probably both need a weekend away to get the frustration out of our systems.” Steve murmurs against my lips and I chase after him when he pulls back with a smirk.

“Alright, agreed. When you lose though…what do I want from you.” I wonder a bit before grinning. “Kiss Tony. No telling, no explanations, just lead up to it a little and kiss him.” His expression has me laughing before he presses a finger to my lips. Quiet footsteps walk past and Steve’s eyes are steady on mine as he’s forced to mull over this choice in his mind.

“Fine, fine.” He agrees and god, I have to win this bet. “And when you lose, I want you to kiss Natasha. No telling, no explanations, just lead up to it and kiss her.” He repeats my words as I said them and I tuck his cock back in his underwear, letting the waistband snap back into place.

“Fine. We start now.” I pat his hard-on affectionately and slip out of the closet with a smirk at Steve. This will be interesting as hell.

It starts and right off the bat he’s acting like a piece of shit.

He’s never slept in the nude before, but now every night he’s sliding next to me with nothing on. This works against me and for me since I can easily turn him on this way, but not without a little side wanting from my gut. I start playing along with his game, wearing more and more alluring lingerie every night. Naked isn’t always best. A week passes and we’re both going strong, so I decide to change tactics. The booty shorts come out and I flounce around the facility in them and a tight as fuck tank-top. He knows what I’m doing the moment he sees me leaning over to snatch a fallen napkin off the floor in front of Tony and Rhodes, but can’t do a thing about it. He shatters the coffee mug in his hands and I count it as a win.

Two weeks pass and we both start getting a little itchy.

I’m now running a few miles a day and swimming for hours afterwards, then taking to walking the halls in my bathing suit to dry. This succeeds in irritating and getting Steve hard, but the looks he gives me sets my soul on fire. The game right now is frustratingly even. The rest of the team has noticed something going on, but knows better than to ask. Besides, seeing a half-naked girl around isn’t really something most of the team would complain about. One night I’m waiting for Steve and decide I’m too hot for clothes. Naked, I lay in bed and just wait. His heavy sigh from the bathroom door tips me off and my eyes open to look over at him. Heat rushes through me and my lips curve up. Seems he had the same idea as me. His cock is hard and standing at attention from just the feeling of my eyes and the sight of my naked body.

“Want to concede?” He offers with a teasing smirk.

“You’re welcome to anytime, handsome.” I invite, turning onto my back to my breasts are in full view. Another heavy breath leaves him. “Wish you’d touch me.” I moan and allow a hand to slide up my body. Technically, it’s not sexual touching so I’m not breaking our rules. Steve watches with rapt attention, then his eyes flick back up to mine. He walks over with a little bounce in his step; determination. Easily, he slides onto the bed and holds himself just above me. Heat sizzles between us and I bite my bottom lip from the tension.

“What do you want from me?” He asks gruffly, blue eyes staring into me.

“Touch me.” I tell him and he complies. A hand lifts and lays over my hip, then slowly drags up to the valley between my breasts. Just the pads of his fingers skim under them and goosebumps raise everywhere he touches. It’s soothing, but feeds the fire in me all the same. “Kiss me.” His eyebrows raise.

“Does that count?”

“I’ve seen Sam kiss your cheek, so unless you and Sam are-” He cuts off my tease with a sweet kiss to my lips, then deepens it with a quick swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip and a nip. My hands up until now have been curled up in the duvet, but now raise to gently rest on his shoulders. He gasps quietly at my touch and that’s when I know we’re both in dangerous positions.

“You sure you won’t just give in now?” He questions heavily and I laugh breathlessly.

“God, I love you.” I whisper and our eyes widen in sync with one another. “W-wait, I didn’t…that wasn’t a cheat. I didn’t mean to.” I excuse myself hopelessly as he stares at me with a soft smile slowly takes over his face.

“Dammit.” He breathes and crashes into me, body laying over me in all it’s delectable heaviness and lips pressed hard against mine. It only takes him a moment to kiss me breathless, then he pulls back with a smirk and I know I’m in for it. The thought has a ball of excitement spinning inside me. He kisses my mouth, then the corner of my lips, my jaw, my neck, and pauses there. Steve has a rule, no visible marks unless we’re away somewhere. A private retreat, a mission where we won’t be seen anyway, but he seems intent to break all the rules today. His soft lips kiss, suck, and bite the soft skin which has me arching towards him. My hands sliding over his warm skin and delving into his hair to hold on. I’ve always loved it when he lets go like this. When we forget who we are.

“Steve.” I breathe and sigh when he releases me. He slides himself down my body, dragging himself across me. The friction is delicious torture after so long without him, especially when he kisses and licks all the way down. Finally, he’s slid himself off the bed and locked his hands around my thighs, pinkies brushing my hipbones teasingly. He lowers his head with that daring smirk still on his face and lavishes kisses all along my thighs, biting and sucking when it suits him. If I wasn’t already crazy for him, I would be now. Steve waits until I meet his shining blue eyes before pressing the softest of kisses to my core. “Steven Rogers.” I bark, half-laughing and half-whining with need.

He smiles against me before licking a circle around my clit. My body constricts and I try to reach his head, but he takes my hands in his instead and curls our fingers around each other. Long, slow licks up my folds has me tugging on his hands and him tugging me back. The perfect push and pull. Soft gasps leave my lips and when he finally puts his tongue in me, I feel like I’m glowing with the pleasure, bright and golden and clear. Curl, curl, swirl, and I’m whimpering like a child. Still, his hold on my hands is tight. My hips wriggle and my vision is actually dancing in front of me from my labored gasps when he finally attaches his lips to my clit and sucks with his tongue swirling around the nub. I orgasm with a snap, like a glowstick, and my body shakes as the pleasure rocks me. Fireworks in my head and a shout on my lips, I leave the present and enter a realm of stars and swirling galaxies. Steve carries me through it with his soft lips and sharp tongue until the tremors subside and I’m limp on the bed.

“Christ.” I murmur and just barely hear his chuckle.

“Serves you right. Cost me the bet.” He jokes and my eyes snap open to see that pretty face.

“Mm, pretty sure I can make it up to you.” I sit up and drag him onto the bed by our connected hands. He lays down and I settle between his legs with my hands sliding over his thighs. Those teasing eyes now flicker with desire as I’m put in the driver’s seat. My lips quirk up at the sight. I go down, pressing a feather light kiss to his base that sends a full shiver through his whole body. I breathe all along his shaft as my lips skim the skin and now, he has goosebumps.

“Shit.” He murmurs and I smile. I love getting him to cuss. I kiss his tip before delving back down and barely licking his balls. “Shhhhit.” His hand raises and runs through his hair while his other makes a fist in the duvet. Now, I fully lick it and twirl my tongue around for good measure. Steve rams the back of his head into the wall behind him, but quickly returns his eyes to me when I move to the right side. Burning blue eyes are steady on mine and his tongue is caught between his teeth. “I…god…I don’t know how long-”

“I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” I tell him innocently and press a kiss to him. His Adam’s apple bobs. The point of my tongue travels up the vein on the bottom of his cock and I press another sweet kiss to his leaking tip. “You know, at this point your hands are usually in my hair.” I tease and he lets a breathless chuckle leave his lips.

“I…” His head shakes. “I don’t trust myself.” My eyebrows raise at that. I’ve never pushed him so far that he was afraid of losing control with me.

“That’s kind of hot,” I tell him honestly and he groans with frustration, but chokes on it the moment I put him in my mouth. I take my time working over the tip. A tongue swirl, just letting my lips slide back and forth, watching his chest heave with heavier and heavier breaths and eyes dilate with lust.

“Honey…honey, please.” I blink. Did…did Steven Rogers just beg? Wonder and heat shoots through me that I’ve got him so undone that he’s pleading for something. And I comply. My cheeks hollow as I slide nearly all the way down his length. Eyes on his, I gag and multiple expletives leave Steve’s mouth before his hand is finally in my hair, but he’s pulling me off. “I can’t take anymore.” He tells me earnestly as he lays me back on the bed. His lips are on mine and his tongue is in my mouth as his fingers twirl torturously around my clit. He pulls away slightly and his eyes ask a question. I nod, opening my legs for him. Once he’s aligned with me, he leans forward again and entwines our fingers on either side of my head.

“I want you,” I tell him simply and roughly. He lowers himself so his body is against mine and we can feel every move the other makes. To his credit, he pushes in me slowly as I whimper with desire. Once he’s buried to the hilt we both release a pent up breath. He presses a kiss to my lips and drags out my bottom lip with his teeth before letting it snap back into place. “God, please move. I need…I need you.” I plead and Jesus, we’ve both become completely undone by this stupid bet. He obeys and slowly pulls out and pushes in until we’re both accustomed and aching for more. I press my lips together and nod, our noses brushing together as I do.

“Give it to me, sweetheart.” I manage to force a little humor into my voice and his smile is like the sun. His hands squeeze mine as he pulls out and drives back in with more force. “Yes, god, yes.” I murmur and stare into those clear blue eyes staring at me like I’m the only person in the world. Forehead to forehead he continues ramming into me and the sound of slapping skin and soft gasps fill the room. We’re sliding against one another now since we’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. From the heat between us and the heat in his eyes, it doesn’t take me long to feel the wave of pleasure rising over me.

“I’m close. I’m close, baby.” I nod and hum in acknowledgment.

“Me too. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He leans down and presses a hard kiss to my lips, but releases me when he feels all my muscles coil, then release like a spring. My breath leaves me in a high-pitched keen and a low groan rumbles out of Steve. My core pulses around Steve as he shoots himself into me, hands tight on mine and buried in me to the hilt. My hearing is dull, but as I flutter down from my high, I realize it’s Steve repeating my name over and over. He’s nearly limp above me and his weight is better than any security blanket. He presses a lazy kiss to my neck before rolling off me and standing with a groan. Half my mouth lifts. “Maybe we should abstain more often.” Steve scoffs and chuckles on his way to the bathroom. Blissed out, I wait until he comes back and smile at the feeling of the cool cloth on my skin. Soft kisses follow the dampness and it’s hard to imagine that there’s anything better than this. Suddenly, I start laughing and Steve’s eyebrows raise as I open my eyes. “You lost.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He returns with a bewildered smile. I reach up and wrap a hand around the back of his neck, happily accepting his hand on my waist to help me flop onto his chest.

“I’m also thinking of all the things I’m going to get to do to you on our retreat. Where are we going again?” I tease as his fingers draw unintelligible shapes on my back. He smiles crookedly.

“Where do you want to go?” He questions as I stretch out a bit more and rest my head on his chest.

“Hm. The beach maybe. Or the mountains so we wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of bed.” I hypothesize and admire his sleepy grin at the prospects. “But you’ve got to kiss Tony first to seal the deal. Very sexy.” I tease and he just huffs, his head shaking while his eyes shine at me.

“I love you too, by the way.” He tells me softly. My lips curve up.

“I know.”

* * * * *

It’s the next day and Steve is steadily getting closer and closer to Tony.

It’s priceless and knowing that this little show is all for me makes my heart warm. It starts in the morning when I’ve settled down next to Steve with my coffee and his newspaper.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” Tony asks as he passes and I shoot Steve some serious side-eye. He suppresses a smile. “Damn, I’m a little impressed. Good for you two.” He teases and I sigh with a shake of my head. Tony sits on the recliner and turns on the news. Steve allows his newspaper to wilt, clears his throat, and tells him, “You look nice today, Tony.” I nearly spit out my coffee at Tony’s expression, but Steve’s is placid and sincere.

“Thanks…I guess.” Tony allows and turns back to the television. Steve meets my eyes and I press my lips together to keep from laughing.

Later, we’re eating sandwiches for lunch. Steve’s leaning on the bar as Tony eats his and I make mine, Natasha happily nibbling on some salt and vinegar chips on the other barstool. Tony sighs happily and pats his full tummy despite its hilarious flatness. “Got something just there.” Steve points out and Tony’s eyebrows raise. I freeze as Steve reaches over and brushes his thumb over the edge of Tony’s lips to swipe away the bit of mayo there. Tony blinks. Natasha is frozen with a chip halfway to her mouth while Steve just turns his eyes to me, the blue pools sparkling with mischief.

“Uh, are you feeling alright, Cap?” Tony asks and glances to me as if I should be rushing him to a hospital. Steve turns back to Tony innocently as I bite the inside of my cheek and continue making my sandwich.

“I feel great. Going for a run.” He moves over to me and pecks the corner of my lips then leaves the room with a smirk.

That evening, Steve and I stay up later than we normally would until everyone is gone but him, me, and Tony. We’re all on the couch and Tony has put me between the two of them. His amber eyes look over at Steve often and I’m doing my best to keep the secret to myself. “Alright, well, I’m out. Night.” Tony says and Steve pops up. I sit straighter on the couch as they pause in front of me.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something, Tony.” Steve starts and my eyes widen. Oh my God, this is it.

“Is it about how weird you’ve been acting today?” Tony combats and Steve sighs, glancing over at me before looking back at Tony.

“Yes. I…Sorry for this.” He tells him before leaning forward and planting a kiss full on Tony’s lips. I blink as a huge smile blooms on my face. Tony almost instantly pulls away, and I stand between the two to keep fists from being thrown.

“It was a bet Tony, he lost a bet with me.” I excuse Steve’s behavior as he clears his throat and his cheeks tint pink.

“And I was the punishment? How flattering.” Tony bites and I laugh lightly.

“If I lost, I’d have had to kiss Natasha, so…” I shrug. Tony’s eyebrows pop up.

“Now that I can get behind. You kids are crazy, and Cap,” Tony leans to look Steve in the eyes. “this’ll come back to bite you in the ass.” He winks at him and shakes his head before walking out. Another laugh leaves my lips as I turn back to Steve and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’m so surprised you went through with it.” I tell him honestly as his arms wrap around my waist.

“I keep my word.” He defends himself and dips his head towards mine. “Although I admit this one was at a pretty high price.” I giggle and run my nails against his hair on his neck. His eyes shut a moment at the feeling and I press my advantage, skimming his lips with mine. Of course, he’s impatient and presses his lips against mine with an appreciative groan.

“So…” I pull back a little to see those clear eyes, “am I a better kisser than Tony?” I tease and my laughter once again fills the room at his expression. Maybe the two of us should invest in making some more bets in the future, but for now, I’m glad to claim the spoils of this one.

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Before You Ask...

Here are the FAQs!

Story Status- These are the most frequent asks in my inbox. The “do you plan on continuing this fic?” “When will you update?” “How often do you update?”

📝For frequent updates

✅For complete

⁉️For on hiatus/non frequent updates/not a priority, but not discontinued

❌For discontinued

THORNS-📝 I try to update every two weeks, although my busy schedule might not make this very consistent. I try not to be too strict with myself so I don’t beat myself up over not getting a chapter out in time, although I’ve been liberally very good about it so far.

Tempting Tempest-✅⁉️ I wrote the two parts I knew I was going to write. I might continue the stiry for option three when I have time

Our Love Is God-⁉️I’ll only be writing for this when I have the time. It’s not an obligation and only something I’ll turn to when I’m like “???huh. Got nothing better to do rn!”

RISING SUN- ⁉️ I know. I know I haven’t updated since 2019 and some of you guys really like this story. I like it, too, and I do plan on continuing it, but goodness gracious do I have to be in the right mindset to write this. Like, come on, it’s a fantasy fluff fic with a made up language, it’s not the easiest thing to write. I do have some plot ideas in mind as well, but I don’t have the whole story fleshed out. I will get to it though. Eventually.

Reread Me- ✅ basically this was a request I turned into a fic. The request was for “Yandere!Aizawa x School Nurse!reader, NSFW pls” and that’s what I did. I don’t plan on delving further into this plot. I surely could and will write more of yandere!Aizawa but this story is over, bro.

Like Ghosts In Snow- ✅ This is completed and I don’t plan on continuing it. I might do random off oneshots for the series, but that’ll be on my own accord.

Fate’s Kiss-⁉️

How Not To Marry a Demon Lord-⁉️

Red Scarf-✅ I do have a request for a continuation that I may get to, but for now I’m satisfied with saying that it’s completed.

You’re All Mine-✅ The story ended with the reader going back to Dabi y’all. No mas. It was literally the first thing I ever wrote and I’m happy with knowing that it’s over since it’s pretty much a train wreck lol.

A SWEET BOY-⁉️

DANCING’S NOT A CRIME (UNLESS YOU DO IT WITHOUT ME)-❌ I’m gonna be real, sport. This was a just-for-fun thing I started when I first got into writing. I didn’t expect people to read it, I didn’t expect it to get popular, I didn’t expect it to be anything. When I started it, I didn’t know how quirks worked, so I made the reader an overpowered Mary-Sue. I also had a bit of a direction for the fic at first but then I let my audience influence how things turned out. I started feeling very iffy about the fic and updates became a huge hassle. The last time I updated, even after it was difficult for me to get it out, people made comments about not liking how things were going. I felt under appreciated and this fic became a stab in my chest. Add that in with people complaining and asking so many times when the next update was going to be, I decided that I would be happier if this shit just stopped. Sorry guys. No mas.

THE FOREST- ✅

Yandere Neko!Shinsou- ✅⁉️ As far as I know, it’s done. I could probably write more, but let’s be real, I cursed it by using the term “tiny pants.” Also, no offense but being berated with “part 2? Pt. 2 pls,,,, part 3???” makes me not want to write anything

The Kiss of Death- ✅this was JUST a one shot. Please see rule #9

Rules For This Blog. The “Please Do Not’s”

These are not the Rules For Requests, but some of them are related.

Please do not berate or spam me with the same ask over and over again. I’ve had people cloud my inbox with multiples of “bloop” or “how many followers do you have?” and like??? If I hadn’t answered you the first couple times, I’m not going to answer you the fifth or sixth time. Please be chill. I announce my follower milestones when it’s relevant and your spam becomes my followers’ spam if I answer every nonsensical thing sent my way. I’m sorry if this seems mean.

Please try to keep asks BNHA related seeing as this is a BNHA blog. I’ll answer personal questions, sure, and I’ll partake in some asks games, however, if you want to strike up a conversation, my PMs are open. I’m not always the best at replying but I do try to get to them on my own time!

No transphobia, homophobia, ableism, racism, or religious call outs of any sort. I want this to be a safe space for all people. If I didn’t know something might be ableist or racist or anything of the sort, I would appreciate being informed about it, and regardless of the intent, I’ll have harmful slander removed for the blog.

Please do not ask me to reblog your posts. I’ve been taken advantage of in the past, and I don’t appreciate it.

Please keep overly sexual or sensitive content out of my ask box. I know I’ve written quite a bit of promiscuous and down right nasty shit, but when I do that, I can at least tag warnings and such for people who don’t want to see the big nasty. It’s only respectful to consider my boundaries, as well as the people who follow my blog’s boundaries. If there’s a not safe for work topic you wish to discuss, again, my PMs are open.

No discourse. No cartoon politics. Whether you are pro or anti characters or ships, whatever, those are not topics of discussion I wish to have in this blog.

Do not request when requests are not open??? I’m sorry, but it’s literally in my bio when requests are open. when requests are open, I put it in my bio as well as the “ask” option that requests are open?? Read people’s bios, dude!

I’m really sorry about this one, but no emergency comfort requests. I’ve gotten at least five and my heart goes out to you guys with problems and like,, I want to help but this is seriously stressful to me. I want to help you, I want you guys to be okay, but I can’t be responsible for that. Like, GOD, I want to help you but as soon as I get an emergency comfort ask I’m like?! Full panic mode. I think about writing something, anything, to make y’all feel okay, but then I overthink and I can’t get to it, and then I feel like I’ve failed you. That’s not fair to any of us.

“Part 2 pls.” Listen. LISTEN. OH MY GOD. there’s nothing that compares to working hard on a oneshot, and getting so excited to see someone comment or send in an anon and it’s literally just “part 2 pls”. God. It means a lot that you liked something enough to see more of it but fffff writers are working hard to get this shit out for you for free and “part 2 pls” should not be acceptable. I’m sorry. There are better ways of telling writers that you liked their work enough to see a continuation. Be considerate dude. Also, appreciate ambiguity a little more. Use your imagination. It’s not that hard.

If you do not agree with some of the unconventional things I write, don’t read it?? Get out?? Leave??? Nothing you say to me will sway me away from writing the shit that I want to write. I simply use the characters of BNHA as a medium for the stories I choose to write. They’re fictional, and I do not support a lot of the shit that goes down on my writing, not irl. There’s a difference between fantasy fiction and real life. If you knew who I was in real life, you’d know how angry I am at the disgusting trash in the world. That doesn’t affect my writing though. Writing is a coping mechanism for me. I do my best at tagging the horrible things I might get to in my fics/one shots, so if you’re reading whatever the fuck I’ve done with an intent in being angry??? Take a bath, maybe eat some bread, and think of another way to expend your energy, dawg. I’m going to ignore you otherwise.

#long post #meeps speaks #FAQ

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psychicrhubarb · 4 years

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10 Writer Questions

tagged by @momentofmemory, who is endlessly lovely and kind <3

1. What’s your favorite genre to write?

I don’t know if “character-driven canon-compliant oneshot” is a genre, but that’s what I like to write! Nothing makes me want to open a fresh document like a side character having an underexplored feeling, and then canon leaving a tempting gap for me to fill.

2. Do you pull inspiration from real life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?

Both, always both. I really think that all writing is basically a blend of everything the author has ever read, but I also like to tell stories about how weird people are when they’re just--being people, and that’s something I think you have to just observe in the wild.

3. Do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

I have a couple of longer fics and WIPs but my heart lies with oneshots. Short little vignettes. Like, what am I supposed to do, write more than two thousand words about ONE idea?! Come up with PLOT?!?! No thank you.

4. Do you prefer to write description or dialogue?

I definitely default to description, but I’m growing to love dialogue. It turns out practicing is important?! I still probably prefer the power of imagery you get with description but it can be really fun trying to communicate (natural, funny, odd) character in dialogue.

5. Favorite fic/book of all time?

Book: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon. My username is from that book!

“During 1941, in the wake of that outburst of gaudy hopefulness, the World's Fair, a sizable portion of the citizens of New York City had the odd experience of feeling for the time in which they were living, at the very moment they were living in it, that strange blend of optimism and nostalgia which is the usual hallmark of the aetataureate delusion.”

Fic: One fic? ONE?!

I have a lot of favorites, but in the interests of recommending one that I think everyone on the planet should read, but every on the planet has not already read: Triptych by @kaikamahine. Or, since I’m thinking about Star Wars already: to the sky without wings by @leupagus.

6. Favorite Trope?

[sigh] I have trouble with the question because I don’t... like tropes? What I mean is, there aren’t any tropes I specifically seek out. I enjoy many fics that use very common fic tropes, but I don’t like them because of the trope, I just think they’re awesome. Couple examples: @toli-a‘s Justified A/B/O fic and @helvetica-upstart‘s Schitt’s Creek amnesia fic.

7. Are you the kind of person to work on more than one WIP?

I wanted not to be. I told myself I wouldn’t be. I definitely am.

I have I think 4 WIPs with active drafts right now (in the Star Wars, Spiderverse Captain America, and The Office fandoms), plus a bunch of scraps in the Notes app that I’m fooling myself into thinking aren’t drafts because they don’t have their own google doc (The Witcher, CQL, Justified, Black Panther).

8. How long have you been writing?

Three years, maybe? I think a lot of people in fandom spaces have been doing so in one form or another most of their lives, but unless you count papers for school, I didn’t write a single thing between the ages of about 5 and 20. I was a math major. It wasn’t required of me, and doing things that aren’t required is a newfound activity of mine. It’s nice. I like it.

9. Do you tend to write more in the morning, afternoon, or evening?

I tend to write when I’m on a tight deadline for something else, and desperate to procrastinate, independent of time of day. I guess that’s mostly in the afternoons, now, given I hate mornings and try to spend time with the people around me in the evenings, but I used to write mainly LATE-late at night.

10. Do you prefer to post and update your WIP chapter by chapter or wait until it’s 100% complete before sharing it?

My current May Parker/Liv Octavius fic is an experiment in posting and updating chapter by chapter, and the results of the experiment are that I should not do that anymore. It makes it feel like more of a chore, for whatever reason: I now have a pact with myself that nothing unfinished goes up on AO3.

Tagging 10(ish) people: ten is a lot of people, uhhhh @gracelesso @girlbookwrm @layersofsilence @jinlinli @hansbekhart @ everyone who sees this and wants to play

#writer questions #meme post

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takingcourage · 5 years

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Bring to a Simmer

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 2,200

Summary: Arden attempts to make the inaugural batch of ‘Dad and Arden’s Stroganoff,’ but with Jaime around, staying focused is more easily said than done.

Note: This is just a silly little oneshot inspired by some optional dialogue from the “remembering mom” diamond scene in Chapter 13. I thought it could be a fun premise for a story, especially with a side of Jaime Lewis there to spice things up. Gosh, I’m going to miss this book.

This also fulfills a request I received for kiss prompt #8 (the playful kiss on the tip of the nose).

“I’ve got the onion sliced, pumpkin.”

Up to her elbows in flour, Arden looked over her shoulder toward to check her father’s progress at the breakfast table. “Great! I’ll bring the mushrooms over in just a minute.”

Turning her attention back to the recipe card in front of her, she mashed at the sticky dough again. It never looks this way on Bake Off, she considered, worrying her inner cheek against her teeth. But then again, they’re usually making pastry, not pasta. The thought made her feel slightly better, but she still had very little faith that the pasty substance before her was going to end up resembling anything close to her mother’s stroganoff noodles.

She pried one hand away from the clumpy mass, grimacing at the feeling of her very messy fingers sticking to the paper of the flour bag. How had her mom always managed to make cooking look so easy? Even a simple four-ingredient pasta dough was enough to tempt Arden toward a delivery service.

It’s not about the finished product, she reminded herself. This is about remembering mom and making new memories.

Picking at the excess lumps of dough from between her fingers, she wondered how she’d keep her father involved in the process once all of the ingredients had been chopped. His leg had been particularly bad today, which meant that he couldn’t spend much time on his feet without his trusty cane by his side. Unfortunately, canes and cooking didn’t mix particularly well.

“Can you see Jaime working out there?”

She smiled at his inquiry, lifting her eyes momentarily to catch a glimpse of the man at their fence line. “Yep, he’s hard at it. You’ll be really happy with how it looks, dad. I promise.”

“Your mother would have put me in the dog house if she’d seen how bad I let it get. I just…” His voice grew wistful as the sentence trailed, and Arden had to take a deep breath to steady herself.

“It just didn’t seem as important without her around. I think she’d forgive you.”

The front yard had been a point of contention ever since her mother had fallen ill. Melinda Gale had always taken great pride in her plants, the perfect picket fence, her trailing ivy – all things that Harry only tended to on her behalf. In recent years, the yard had been gradually falling into a state of disrepair.

Thank goodness for Jaime and his powers of persuasion. He’d been gently nudging for several months, and after coming home from the hospital, her father was finally ready to accept the offer. Arden was just glad that the matter had been resolved without too much nagging on her part.

That’s not all I’m grateful for, she mused, sneaking another glance out the window.

She’d known Jaime was attractive for years, but if possible, he’d grown even more gorgeous to her in the past week. Maybe it was because she’d been out of work and had had more time to appreciate him. Maybe it was because she’d seen every inch of him on the night after the gubernatorial debate and knew exactly what was hiding underneath those work clothes. Or maybe it was because she loved him. That word still made her pulse skip every time she thought it.

Beyond being very nice to look at and prompting irregular heartbeats, he was also incredibly skilled at repairing fences. In a single afternoon, he’d managed to replace the missing and broken pickets, paint the entirety, and purchase new balusters for the front porch. His abilities seemed to go on without end.

Arden’s own talents felt questionable at the moment, though her hands were becoming less laden with dough the more she rolled and patted the clump into submission. She gave it a final smack, drawing her hand away slowly to determine whether the consistency was ready for rolling.

Although she’d never assisted her mother in the process of making dough, she did have an idea, more or less, of what the final result should look like. The mass on the counter wasn’t an exact replica, but she didn’t think that her attempt was too far off.

At the table, her dad inhaled a sharp breath, but it was several long moments before his words came. “I’m glad you talked me into this, honey. I think your mom would probably get a kick out of watching our struggles in the kitchen.”

“So do I.” Smiling faintly at the thought, she sidestepped to the sink and began the chore of cleaning her hands.

“And she’d be even happier to see how well you and Jaime are getting along these days."

Arden yanked the kitchen towel a little harder than intended, causing the cabinet door it hung from to squeal in protest.

Her father clearly needed something else to keep him occupied.

Carrying in the colander of button mushrooms, she set them before the man without a word. As she traded him for the plate of onion slices, she caught the mischievous grin slanting its way up his face.

"I’m not as blind as you think I am, Arden.”

“I know.”

“And he’s been looking at you like he wants to haul you off and marry you."

She knew that too.

Thankfully, her back was turned by in time to hide the blush spreading over her cheeks. "We’re still figuring things out,” she answered evasively. Pulling the largest pot from the oven drawer, she set about filling it in the sink.

“I know I promised not to tell you how to live your life anymore, but he’s the only man I know who’s good enough for my Arden.” She ought to just kiss him sometime. She’s been half in love with him since they were kids.

Arden pretended not to hear his thought or his comment over the running water. Her father might claim to have seen things, but he’d missed an awful lot of kisses that had passed between them in the last couple of weeks. Beyond that, he didn’t have the faintest idea that she’d spent the night next door after the insanity of the debate. As she waited for the pot to fill, she snuck another look through the glass.

Jaime was removing his shirt.

Her skin flushed again at the sight of his toned, tanned body. Her hands ached to glide along those perfect abs – to wrap her arms around his neck so she was pressed flush against the heat of his chest. Sleeping with him had been incredible. Waking up in his arms, nothing short of divine.

They hadn’t discussed their plans for after dinner, but maybe she could talk him into another sleepover…

With a start, she realized that the water was spilling over the side of the pot. She drained the excess quickly, vaguely aware of the sporadic sound of chopping coming from the breakfast table.

Her father didn’t say anything, but there was a distinct twinkle in his eye when she returned to the table with the beef.

_____

Thirty minutes later, she’d managed to produce something that vaguely resembled stroganoff. Arden counted it as something of a marvel that she hadn’t given up the whole cooking endeavor in favor of just standing and staring out the window. She knew he wasn’t doing it deliberately, but Jaime had been putting on quite a show.

Wielding a paintbrush, standing back to consider his work, wiping his brow – everything he did set her blood on fire. As the evening had worn on, the pan before her received less and less of her attention. The sight through the window had proven too tempting for her to resist.

His work on the fence complete, Jaime had switched to trimming the bushes in front of the house. As he skirted around the plant, she caught his eye. Arden sucked a breath at his wink.

"I’ll be right back,” she promised her father, hardly taking the time to make sure that he was still cutting romaine hearts for their salad.

Jaime’s eyes were on her as soon as she passed through the door, the shears falling to his side. “The view from the kitchen wasn’t enough, I see. Did you decide it was time to get up close and personal?”

She rolled her eyes. When she looked up at him again, she was taken aback by the glisten of sweat all over him. With his chest mere inches from her face, she could discern each perfectly sculpted ab, and her fingers twitched with longing at her side. Arden wondered idly how much it would scandalize the neighbors if she started making out with him in her father’s front yard.

Still not prepared for this view?

She reddened at his thought as their eyes met, his sweaty hair obscuring vision from one side. “I’m still getting used to...” she gestured vaguely at his stomach, much to Jaime’s amusement. “But I actually came out to give you a dinner update. It all just needs to simmer for about twenty more minutes and then we’ll be ready to eat.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I should reach a pretty good stopping place shortly, so I’ll have time for a quick shower before we eat.”

Arden’s mouth grew very dry at the appealing mental images his suggestion graced her with. Distracted, her gaze wavered from his face for a moment – not long enough to satisfy her desire, but certainly long enough to attract his notice.

"You keep looking at my chest, Arden. Is everything okay?” Not that I mind. I’ve only been hoping for this for years.

Knowing she’d been caught, Arden dropped all pretense and stared openly. She sighed and lifted her face to his. “I’m just thinking again how much I’d like to kiss you right now.”

Jaime bristled with pleasure. “You wouldn’t get any complaints from me if you did, but I am pretty sweaty at the moment. We should probably wait until after dinner.”

Someday, she’d have to tell him that she didn’t mind him being sweaty. In fact, she’d found sweaty kisses with Jaime to be extremely enjoyable just a few nights before. With that memory in mind, she was inspired. “Can I just have one for now?”

He ran a hand through his hair, uncovering both eyes. The deep brown pools were gleaming with equal parts humor and desire. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Arden tilted her chin, lips poised and eager for contact. Jaime’s mouth was warm and soft as it descended on hers, the salt of his sweat making her relish the experience even more. Body responding of its own volition, she had to pinch herself to keep from throwing both arms around his neck. Even after he’d pulled away, it took a moment for her to regain full control of her senses.

Just as her head cleared Jaime caught her by surprise, leaning down a second time to brush his lips gently across the tip of her nose.

She wrinkled the bridge instinctively. “What was that for?”

“I couldn’t help it,” he explained. “You’re just so damn kissable, Arden.”

“So are you. Please tell me there will be time for more kisses later?”

“I was hoping you’d suggest that.” He stretched out his free hand, skimming the pads of his fingers along her forearm.

“The mind-blowing, earth-shaking kisses that are full of ten years of pent-up desire?”

He chuckled at her description. “You know those are my favorites. And I don’t have any plans for the rest of the night.”

“Mmmhmmm.” His little half smile was doing funny things to her stomach. It wasn’t long before she’d lost all track of what he’d been saying.

Should I put my shirt back on?

His thought managed to get her attention, and she recoiled. “Don’t even joke about that. I’m enjoying the view way too much.”

“You can enjoy it as much as you want after dinner.”

“That feels like too long to wait.” She took another step toward him, forgetting both sweat and propriety in her need to touch him.

“Arden,” he cautioned, though she knew from the yearning on his face that he wasn’t going to tell her no.

Was that the door?

His thought corresponded with a click from the porch, followed by the beat of her father’s cane.

Their heads swung toward the doorway where Harry Gale stood, watching them both with an arched brow. Maybe she doesn’t need my encouragement after all... After taking a moment to collect himself, he announced, “Your pan boiled over. I got it off the burner, but I’m not sure what to do next.”

Arden stared at him dumbly. “I was just….I, um.” She swallowed hard and forced her thoughts away from the man beside her. “I’ll come figure it out.”

Her father retreated back to the house, leaving her alone with Jaime once more.

“Go do what you need to do with dinner. I’ll finish up here and be in in a few minutes,” he told her, trailing a finger along her inner palm. Before she could pull away, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“See you then,” she promised, breaking the link between them. As she hurried up the porch stairs, she decided that an addition to her mother’s recipe was in order:

Step 1 - If Jaime is outside, close curtains on the kitchen window.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #wishful thinking #jaime lewis #jaime x mc

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grind-pantera · 5 years

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Camera Shy. [ John Deacon Oneshot ].

Look at me mom, no self control!!!

Title: Camera Shy. Pairing: John Deacon x Reader. Words: 1,727. Rating: K. [ Complete and utter flUFF ]. Summary: John loves to take pictures of you, but you very seldom take any of him. You finally mention it and he gives in, letting you take a shot of him.

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It’s a warm 1971 day, a breeze rolling in and shuddering through your body and reminding you that yes, it is the summer time but there’s always the possibility of a cold rain shower later in the afternoon as you perch yourself on the grass, looking up at John who bent down on one knee in front of you, eager now more than you had seen him in a while. Well, this was the first time you actually had seen him in a while, after all, Queen was picking up, he was spending more time with the guys, touring, recording, drawing up bigger and better plans for the bands future, than he was with you. Which, ultimately you understood. It just made moments like this--- the odd off days when he wasn’t needed in the studio or needed by the rest of Queen for anything, that you cherished more than before because it allowed the two of you to be a conventional couple, next to each other, rather than aimlessly placed on two different continents while he played to thousands of people and you were left to go about your daily life as if he were still there, crinkly eyed smile and all to greet you when you got home. Gazing up at him through the light of the sun, you raised a hand to cover your eyes and give you some shade as John said, “The sun is hitting you just right.” But, his words didn’t seem to matter. You were so preoccupied swooning at the man you had so luckily nabbed and were able to call your own. So beautiful, you think to yourself as his thick, brown hair softly cascaded down to his shoulders, some of it shrouding your view of his face as he was leaning so intently into the eyepiece of the camera, shoulders hunching in on themselves as he rests his elbow onto his knee, getting into a proper position to take a stunning photo of you lounging.

“I need this picture, (Name).” John has got his eye to the eyepiece of his camera, one eye closed, nose crinkled cutely and a charming half-grin spread across his cheeks as he tells you to flash a smile. “Just one more,” He urges you forward, “I promise, this is the last one for today and then I will,” You watched the bassist adjust a knob on the camera, almost as if it were second nature to John. But, you knew better--- it was his bass that was second nature, photography, or in his mind just taking pictures of you in the most mundane of moments, came third in nature. “Then I will put the camera down and look at you with my own eyes instead. Just smile for me.” You do smile for him– it’s faux, unnatural and you were posing for it, but John still thinks you’re one of the most beautiful things he’s ever laid sights on as the camera is lightly rested on the ground beside him, the brunette leaning in and pressing his lips against your cheek sweetly. “Thank you. Now I’ve got a picture of you really cheesing it up for the camera.”

“It was my pleasure to cheese it for you, Deaks.” You grin and turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss as he sits down beside you, grunting as he lands on the hard ground before falling onto his forearms and tilting his head back. There’s a moment or two of silence between John and yourself before you take a leap of faith and ask him softly while your fingertips lightly rest on his chest, spidering their way along the buttons on his shirt, “Why do you never let me take any pictures of you, Deaky?”

“I’m camera shy.” You tilted your head at that reply and pucker your lips at the speed of which he gave it to you. Understandable. Even with Queen he liked to stay out of the center of attention and off to the side like some sort of blur. But, even though he strove to do that and stay out of the limelight, you only had eyes for him and made it abundantly clear as you trickled your touch up, caressing his neck tenderly before allowing your fingers to expand along his cheek and jawline, holding his face.

“One picture, for me?”

You almost heard him groan next to you, but it came out more as a sigh than anything. Turning his head to the side, he looked down at his camera and contemplated his options. His very, very limited options. John didn’t like to say no to you and though you wouldn’t press if he did say no at this particular moment, he would feel guilty that he denied you such a simple pleasure as taking his photo. You, still holding onto the side of his face lightly coaxed him into look back at you, John’s usually pouty lips parting as he gazed into your eyes for a split second before nodding carelessly, his wall of brown hair following that movement. He’s not going to know how it turns out until he gets it developed, so maybe if he doesn’t look that great, he can toss it out before bringing the rest of the pictures to you so the two of you can look together with the excuse of ‘it was very blurry, I’m sure you didn’t want that’. That seemed like a plan, he figured and held out his camera for you to take. “One picture, nothing more, (Name). I will smash the film if there’s more than one picture of me on there.”

The smile that you give him is extraordinary, it’s gentle and it’s… Well… It’s perfect…. Just like you, he thinks to himself and lays back on his forearms as you play around with the camera a bit, figuring out the calibrations needed as you lightly place yourself onto his lap. Caution was so swept away when you straddle your boyfriend, not caring that you were in a public park as you were desperate to get the perfect picture of John. He gave you one chance and you weren’t going to waist it. A cheeky grin is rolling onto your cheeks as he reaches down and grabs your hips to keep you steady while you look into the eye piece. “Really, in my lap? In public, love? Never thought you to be into that sort of---”

Heat rushed across your cheeks as you lightly pat his chest, falsely offended that he was even be thinking that. But, it was hard not to. Even for you, the dirty image did run across your mind vividly as your legs readjusted themselves so you were more comfortably seated on him. John remained on his forearms, laying back but not completely. Almost as if he were asking for you to come straddle him, asking you to sit on his lap, lean in and give him one of those filthy kisses where you dived right into his mouth with your tongue. That would make him want to take a picture, he was sure. “A photographer’s got to do what a photographer’s got to do, right?” John couldn’t argue with that logic. “To get the perfect pose from the perfect muse.”

“Ah, you’re pushing it. You’re meant to flatter me as a model, not flirt with me.” “Tell me the difference.”

“Oh,” He squeaked in a high pitched tone of voice, very obviously mocking you. Imitations were not his thing, you quickly realized as he continued, “Deaky, you’re so perfect, so pretty, wow, I think I’ll just lean down and kiss you.” Covering your mouth with one hand, you leaned the camera against your chest and laughed. “Was that supposed to be me?”

“Flirting, yes.” He laughed along side with you, throwing his head back while doing so. You were tempted in that moment to take a picture then, but his face wouldn’t be in focus enough for you to enjoy the picture once it was developed. You wanted a picture of him, face forward with that classic Deaky smile, tooth gap on display, tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, eyes crinkling, eyebrows raised, mouth almost sore from smiling. That was your favorite expression of his, you realized when you were falling in love. The way he smiled--- the way it formed against his rather gentle features. While some people smiled with just their mouths, John smiled with his entire face and he beamed like a ray of sunlight.

“I’m a smooth talker.” You wiggled your eyebrows cutely and raised the camera once again to get ready to snap a photo at any given moment. “I’m glad I’ve got that on my side because I am shitty as a photographer.”

“I can give you lessons.”

“Free?”

“Hm…” John balled his face up and shook his head playfully, “I’ll charge you, one kiss per shot. Sound fair?” He smiled then, but not the sort of smile you were expecting. This was the relaxed smile that he gave you when the two of you were in bed together in the wee hours of the morning, just basking in the glow of being next to one another. The sort of smile he’d give you after having sex, lazy and uninterrupted of any emotion other than complete and utter love. You were breathless, your pointer finger falling and snapping a picture right then and there. That’s what you wanted. You wanted no poses, no unnecessarily prompted smiles by saying ‘smile for me’. You wanted a natural picture of John, something you could look at while he was on tour and remember when you took it, how you felt when you were taking it and how you wanted to take another one. And another, just for safekeeping.

“I’d charge more than that,” Putting the camera down lightly besides the two of you, you finally closed in on John’s face and pressed your lips against his. Nothing overtly sensual or sexual, just a mild, run-of-the-mill sort of kiss that still managed to get both of your hearts racing. “Two,” You peppered your lips onto his, barely but still managed to catch the breathless way he chased after your lips, “three kisses per shot sounds more adequate for you sharing your skills with me…”

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jeonchristineimnida · 5 years

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Taehyung - I Need You

Genre: angst, oneshot

Warning: break up

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3491

Masterlist

A/N: I kinda based this one shot from their song I need you. The feels when I wrote this tho, imagining it happening for real. I mean, can you imagine if their songs have this kind of history behind it? bfsdghufhsf :”<

“Taehyung ah” Yoongi called out the younger who was lost in his thoughts. He thinks it was just the first time Yoongi called him, but it was actually the fifth time already.

“Yes, hyung?” He snapped out of it and stood up, walking towards the hyung that called his attention.

“Do you think you can help us with some lyrics here?” Yonggi asked, opening the door to their workroom. Taehyung saw the messy work table with papers and pen scattered. Sticky notes were pressed on the monitors with key words on the, “We’re kinda lacking in this area in the pre-chorus part.” Yoongi explained and the younger one nodded, only on thing in mind.

Y/N

“It’s about being unable to let go of her, even if it hurts already, right hyung?” Taehyung confirmed.

“Well yeah, it’s like when—“ the elder got cut off when the younger started talking.

“It’s okay, hyung. I understand it very well.” He sighed, sitting on the couch as he grabbed a pen and started thinking, letting the melody play in the background.

It wasn’t that hard for him to look for some inspiration. After all, he’s going through something painfully similar.

“I was thinking maybe we can have two contradicting voice here.” Taehyung says, going over the computer to the part where Yoongi asked for help as recorded the first part, then the next.

I’m sorry (I hate you), I love you (I hate you), Forgive me

Is this the time I let you go?

Why am I even holding on when you clearly want to go already.

Why am I even torturing myself?

Thoughts such as these preoccupied Taehyung’s mind.

“Hyung I’ll just go to the convenience store.” Taehyung said, standing up as he left the workroom, also leaving his hyung quite worried.

Taehyung grabbed a face mask and his hat before starting towards the door. He left the dorm in silence. He wasn’t the normal Taehyung his members were used to. He was too quiet and was always spacing out. Even if the other members wanted to know, he won’t say anything.

He was staring at the floor as he walked down the quiet streets of Seoul. It was past midnight and most of the people are in their respective homes, taking a rest. He entered the convenience store and went straight to the drinks station, staring off into the glass mirror.

“… I think it’s cool. Don’t you think so too, Y/N?” Taehyung asked. They were in the same convenience store where they usually hang out late at night. There were only a few people who come in, and it’s been helpful ever since Bangtan started gaining attention and fame. Taehyung excitedly looked over to his girlfriend beside him, obviously not listening as her thoughts were preoccupied with something he’d always want to know yet was always shut away from him.

This wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Y/N?” He asked again, taking her hand when she flinched by his sudden action. She looked at him and forced a smile, shaking her head lightly as she slides her hands off of his. A simple gesture that caused an ache in Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Y/N said, looking down. Giggles were heard from the entrance and they found a couple displaying their affection freely, holding hands as they laugh without having to hide anything.

Taehyung looked over to Y/N once again with sorrowful eyes, wanting to give all the love that he can give, but he couldn’t. It was hurting him, seeing his girlfriend look at the couple longingly, knowing it was what she want, heck what anyone would want, but it just couldn’t happen in his situation.

Not when they aren’t well established yet in the industry.

“Hey…” Taehyung said softly, taking Y/N’s attention back. Even without words, Y/N was able to see through the gaze of her boyfriend infront of him, apologizing and feeling bad, not for what he did but for what he couldn’t do. She shook her head and smiled.

“It’s okay. Do you want some banana milk or yogurt drink?” She asks, holding his hand as she pulled him towards the refrigerator area.

As they got there, she lets go of his hand while she looks for the drinks. Taehyung took a step forward, intending to hug her from behind when someone recognized him.

“Omo! It’s Kim Taehyung from Bangtan!” A girl squealed and he took a step away from y/n. He interacted with the fan, trying to get as much distance as he could with y/n.

y/n took a drink, paid it and left. Just like how they discussed if ever Taehyung gets recognized: act as if you don’t know eachother.

He took a selca with the fan and had a small talk before he politely excused himself. He hurried out of the store, but to his dismay, y/n was already gone.

Taehyung received a text which says:

I’m sorry I went ahead. You take care on your way home, alright? -Y/N

And that was the last time she talked to him, leaving Taehyung in pain for a week.

Taehyung sighed, taking a banana milk in hand as he head over to the cashier to pay. HIs phone vibrated and even if he denies it, he was still silently wishing it was y/n who has messaged him. Sadly, it was his manager that sent a message, asking him to head back to the dorm as soon as he could because they have something to discuss as a team with the other members.

Sighing, Taehyung made his way to the dorm with his heavy heart.

“Okay, let’s wrap it up with this.” Their manager says, standing up as their meeting ended almost 3 in the morning. “Since your title track is almost done, I’m giving you a day off. Rest first and refuel before you start working on anything else. We don’t want you burnt out this early.” He says, and the members bowed and thanked him before he left.

Everyone relaxed into the sofas, smiling as they think of having a rest day for themselves. Yoongi told the others not to bother him as he sleeps but the members didn’t say anything, knowing that he’d work himself until dawn and have a sleep for an hour before they start their practices the next day. Namjoon called his mother to schedule some bonding time with his family, like Hoseok and Jin. Jimin laughed at the pouting maknae who’ll be taking an exam on their ‘rest day’.

“What will you do tomorrow, Tae?” Hoseok asked, sitting beside the gloomy lad in attempt to cheer him up.

“I dont know—“ he got cut off with his phone lighting up, the name he had been longing to see was finally on the screen.

Taetae, I have something to tell you tomorrow. Can we meet up? - Y/N

“Oh well, now I know what you’ll be doing tomorrow.” Hoseok smiled, poking Taehyung’s sides but he was nervous inside, remembering the conversation he had with Jimin the other day.

“Taehyung ah, you know it’s hard having a relationship when we’re an idol.” Jimin says but Taehyung couldn’t accept it.

“What’s wrong with dating the one you love?” Taehyung argued but Jimin sighed.

“Okay, let’s say you love eachother, but we can’t deny everyone wants a normal relationship with all the cuddling and couple tees and just carelessly showing your affection for eachother, right? And it’s something we can’t give. Not at the moment.” Jimin patted Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Is.. is this y/n giving up?” Taehyung shakily asks.

“That’s not for me to answer.” Jimin gave Taehyung a hug before he got called by Namjoon.

Is this it?

Are we letting go now, y/n?

“I’ll go to my room first.” Taehyung said, standing up as he walked back to his room, his thoughts fighting over as memories of the past month comes back to him. He’s done his best, keeping everyday communication with her even just through texts. He fought off the urges to see her everyday even if it was killing him, just because he wants her safe and wants to be careful. If only he could be invisible so he could be with y/n, he’d do anything. He tried so hard to make it work… to make sure she knew he loved her, but it was still not enough. It has come to this point where he feels like he’s loosing her.

I’m losing her for real, tomorrow. Taehyung taught as he lays on his bed, covering his eyes with his arms as he lets the tears fall. It was just a few weeks short of their first anniversary, yet he couldn’t make her stay.

He took his phone and reread the past conversation they had, which was mostly him saying ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight’ for the past six nights and those were unreplied. The next message he receives from her was this.

He was sure that it was leading to a break up.

He held his phone with both hands as he typed. This will be the last message he’ll send her before he lets go.

I’ll meet you by the garden. You know where to go. 10 am.

Jagiya, I’m sorry for all this time.

I truly loved you.

-Taehyung

Even if it still wasn’t in the past tense, he still used it as a sign of his decision to finally let her go from the pain he selfishly trapped her in. He turned off his phone and decided it that way, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to take back what he said. He’ll leave it off for the whole day tomorrow since no calls for their managers or members would be coming in. After all, it was a rest day for themselves.

He closes his eyes as he tried to go to sleep, making his pillows wet with his tears throughout the night.

Taehyung looked up the clock and saw that it was 9:30 in the morning. All of his members were out, besides Yoongi who was still in bed. He looked into the mirror and chuckled.

“Well, you look like crap.” He told his reflection as he sees his swollen eyes from crying. He took his sunglasses and wore his cap. It hid at least half of his face with the shadow it creates. He took a deep breath before nodding at his reflection. “Well, here goes nothing.”

He got to the garden by walking and was still 10 minutes early, but to his surprise, y/n was already there, waiting by the bench in her skinny jeans and loose knitted sweater, pairing it with the knitted cream beanie he had given her. She stared at her sneakers as she waited, and Taehyung just stood there for a moment, just looking at her and wanting the time to stop. Even if he was just afar from her, as long as she was his and he was hers, that would be fine… but time won’t stop and he knows that. Instead, he just took 5 minutes of simply keeping her in his sight, wanting to keep the memory of their last moments as lovers.

Y/N felt someone staring at her, and when she saw Taehyung by the corner, she stood up and showed a half smile as Taehyung started walking towards her. Different thoughts occupied the couple’s mind as their hearts pounded on their chest. Both of them doesn’t want this day to happen, but time won’t stop for anyone, and they weren’t an exception.

“Taetae” she says, and the young lad nodded.

“Sit down,” he said, and they both did.

“Sorry for the unreplied messages this week…” She started and he nodded, not taking off the sunglasses as he blinks his tears away. “I was…” she gave it a thought before shaking her head. “You don’t have to know.” She smiled at him before exhaling.

“What is it that you needed to tell me?” he asks as y/n looked down, opening and closing her mouth as she try to find the words to say. She definitely had a hard time telling whatever it was, and Taehyung saw that. She was about to get something from her bag when Taehyung decided to speak.

“It doesn’t look like it’s something easy to say huh?” He says and y/n nodded slowly. Taehyung looked away and sighed “Well, let me do it for you.” He says as he stood up. “Let’s break up, Y/N.” He faced her with a smile while the tears building up in his eyes hid behind his sunglasses. “The 11 months we’ve spent together will never be forgotten. Thank-you.”

“Wha- Tae-“

“I’ll go ahead.” Taehyung says, waving at her before he turned around and left. The tears roll down his cheeks as he walks straight ahead, leaving as soon as he could before he turns back and beg for y/n to take him back. If he hears her voice. he’d definitely lose the resolve he had of letting her go and giving her the happiness she deserves.

The happiness he won’t be able to give.

After being in a safe distance, away from the garden, he slowed down into a stop as he leaned into a wall. He tried to catch his breath, partly from walking but mostly because of the oxygen running out as he cried, punching the wall in frustration.

It’s over.

It was about 8 in the evening when Namjoon came into their dorm. Only Taehyung was in the living room, the TV open but no one was watching. Taehyung was yet again, off into his own world. If it wasn’t for Namjoon sitting beside him, Taehyung wouldn’t have realized he had company.

“Hyung, how did you family bonding go?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon smiled.

“It was okay, but Minjoon always bugged me about you.” Namjoon answers. His sister’s bestfriend was Taehyung’s girlfriend. “I know what’s bugging you now.” Namjoon leans back into the sofa as he hit Taehyung’s back playfully. “Lucky bastard. Since you’ve met with eachother earlier, I’m concluding you guys have talked already?”

Taehyung nodded, looking away, ignoring the statement about him being lucky because he wasn’t.

“Well, why the glum face? Where’s your promise ring?” Namjoon asks, playfully poking Taehyung’s arm, all smiles until Taehyung looked at him.

“What are you saying hyung?” Taehyung asks, confusion evident in his face.

“I thought you talked already?” Namjoon asks, his smile was gone.

“Yeah, we broke up. That’s how it went.” Taehyung answered, standing up before he breaks down again. The wound was too fresh and he was still too vulnerable.

“Hold up, what are you talking about?” Namjoon stood up as well, holding onto the younger’s wrist before he could run away.

“It was clear that she didn’t want to be with me anymore, hyung. All those signs she showed me and that one week she didn’t contact me was for her to gather her courage to finally break u—“

“You didn’t clear thing out, Taehyung ah. You just concluded by yourself.” Namjoon cut him off as he pulled him back into their sofa.

“I don’t understand—“ The tears welled up as Taehyung was in utter confusion.

“Minjoon told me everything while waiting for our mom to finish shopping. She told me how y/n has been receiving threats from your fans, saying to stay away from you. She’s being bullied in school and if it weren’t for Minjoon seeing it happen, she wouldn’t have known because y/n wouldn’t say. My sister even asked her why she still says despite all the mistreatment she’s getting out of curiosity, and you know what she said?” Namjoon asks the pale faced Taehyung who didn’t know a single thing til now.

“She said no one will be able to make her break up with you. If you guys will separate, it will be your decision, not hers.”

With the last sentence, Taehyung’s heart broke into two as tears uncontrollably falls.

“But— but the one week… she didn’t…” Taehyung wasn’t able to complete his sentence, having a hard time to breathe through his crying.

“Her parents told her to come back to Canada, and that their divorce didn’t push through. She didn’t want to. She told Minjoon that she can’t text or call you until she resolved her matters already. After all, we were busy preparing for our comeback. They came into an agreement, y/n will have to finish a degree in Canada and prove to her family that she’s capable on her own. The promise ring was supposed to be given to you before she leaves, as her promise that she’ll come back if you… will be able to wait for her.”

Taehyung stood up, his chest tightening as it gets harder to breathe. Tears were constantly falling when he punched the wall, angry at himself. “What have I done?” sobs escaped him as he fell on the floor.

“Taehyung ah.” Namjoon tried to help him up when his phone rang. “Hello— yah! don’t shout at me!” Namjoon responded before handing the phone to Taehyung.

“Do you mean it? Are you really breaking up with y/n?” Minjoon was on the other line, seemingly calming down after hearing Taehyung’s sobs.

“No. I want to take it back. I don’t want to break up with her.” Taehyung answered, holding onto the phone desperately.

“Then get your sorry ass running to the airport because she leaves in an hour!” Minjoon shouted and Taehyung’s eyes widen before dropping Namjoon’s phone on the couch, running to his room to get his phone and wallet. He rushed to the door without even saying goodbye.

“Good luck, Taehyung ah.” Namjoon muttered as he picked up his phone.

“To the airport please! As fast as you could!” Urgency can be heard in Taehyung’s voice and the driver stepped on it. Taehyung sat back and opened his phone to call y/n, but numerous calls and messages were left on his phone, all from y/n.

Taetae? Is there something wrong?

Jagiya, talk to me. Am I missing on something? Why are you apologizing?

Taehyung ah! Why did you turn off your phone?!

I called Hoseok oppa, but he said you locked your door. Yah, what are you doing? Taehyung ah, I’m getting worried.

Taehyung ah…

I’ll see you tomorrow… Please be okay…

I love you. Not in the past form because I still do, and I always will. I never stopped. I’ll explain everything tomorrow.

I didn’t expect you to break up with me but I guess… I’m not really helping with all the stress you’re facing huh? I should be the one apologizing, pabo.

I’m leaving. I hope you’ll be happy. I’ll still keep cheering for you from the crowd. I love you, Tae. Always take care.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Taehyung cried as he hugged his phone. He took a deep breath before dialing her number, only to fail as it directed him to voice mail. “Damn it!” Taehyung muttered, trying again but to no avail, was still directed to voice mail.

As fast as the driver could go, it was like all odds were against him. They were stuck in traffic, although the airport was somewhat near. Taehyung paid the cab before making a run for it. He arrived within 10 minutes of running, only stopping for a few second to catch his breath. He looked into his watch and saw he only had a few minutes left.

He ran to the immigration but was stopped as he didn’t have any passport nor ticket. It was a good thing the supervisor came and recognized Taehyung’s voice.

“Uncle, please help. I just really need to talk to y/n before she leaves. Please, just a moment.” He pleaded and his uncle waved off the guards, allowing him passage.

“Excuse me, are there any flight going to Canada tonight?” he asked, catching his break to the lady who was in the boarding gates.

“Ah yes, flight 315 to Vancouver.” She nodded.

“Where is it? Which gate?” Taehyung desperately asked,

“The boarding time was an hour ago sir—“ the lady was cut off as she saw a plane by the end of the run way. “Sir, I’m afraid the plane you’re looking for is that.” the lady pointed towards the tall glass windows showing off the plane ready to take off.

“No…” Taehyung stood frozen infront of the glass windows, tears flowing as he saw the plane zoom off and started onto the sky, leaving Korea with the only girl he’d love this much.

“미안해 (I’m sorry)” Taehyung shakily said, only above a whisper.

“사랑해 (I love you)” He closed his eyes, letting his tears flow.

“융서해 (Forgive me)” He knelt, giving in as he lost all the strength he had left.

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AU Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier – Light up the Darkness

Reader gender: neutral

Warning!: I’m a DramaQueen, so don’t expect anything less from my oneshots!

Request by @marvelanddcfanart: Can you do a Bucky X reader where reader is in her period and she cries for no reason and is mad at the tiniest insult and Bucky helps her and gets her chocolate ice cream and even tampons and all because she is the only one with Steve and Natasha he trust and because she makes him happy. And everytime someone makes her mad he's defending her and at the end he finds out he has feeling for her but he doesn't tell her, until she gets drunk and kiss him at Tony's part. Please, you're awesome! :)

Author’s note: I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable with the period thing for my own personal reasons, I will use anxiety disorder instead, nothing else will really change, sorry if that is not what you hoped for.

Author’s note 2: I got really inspired for this story by the new top song My Blood.

Author’s note 3: This hits closer to home than many of you might realize and I hope it might give perspective to anyone who might need it. Also - if you find yourself in a similar situation - I will be your Bucky if you need me to, just tell me.

Bucky knocks on the door and silently awaits for the sweet voice to call him in, but he doesn’t hear anything. He knocks again, but after he doesn’t get an answer for the second time he decides to try to open the door. To Bucky’s surprise the door did open and he looked at your spacious room. The TV is turned on, but the sound is muted, your window open, your phone lays on your slightly messy bed - everything hints at you still being here. That is when Bucky starts to hear silent weeping. He walks closer and follows the sound.

Bucky finds you under your table, your knees against your chest. You hide your face in your hands. You haven’t noticed his presence.

“Y/n?” he softly asks not wanting to scare you, but he doesn’t succeed in that.

You quickly look up, your face wet with tears has a shocked expression on it. Bucky hears your breath catch in your throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to startle you. What’s wrong?” he reaches out his right hand and touches your upper arm. He is gentle, but you back yourself more into the corner to keep away. He retracts his hand and just sits down without saying anything.

You feel embarrassed and you look away. Your tears haven’t quite finished forming, but you feel more at ease than before. Bucky sits so quietly that you almost forget his presence. Once you finally dry your face and take a deep breath, you turn your head and see him looking at you with a gentle expression.

A part of you is surprised to see him like this, you almost expected him to be gloating, but you also know he would never do that.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice still a little unsteady.

“Don’t be, you have no reason to be sorry. What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low and soft.

You just shake your head, you haven’t spoken to anyone about this and you don’t really want to start now, but maybe you should.

“You can tell me. Whatever it is. Did someone say anything to you? Did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head again, your vision starts to get blurry as the tears begin to form again.

“Please, let me help you. Nobody cries under their table for no reason,” He touches your hand, “You’ve done so much for me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nobody hurt me. Nobody has said anything bad to me. It’s all in my head,” you say and hold onto yourself more tightly.

“Take it from someone who couldn’t trust their own mind for the best part of their life - it is better to get it out.”

You hesitate.

“I’m alone. I’m alone in a dark and empty room. There are doors everywhere, all of them lead me out, but they are all locked. I hear voices behind these doors, friends and family. They want me to let them in, they want to help, but I can’t open these doors, I can’t let them in because I don’t have the key. A figure is always watching me, I can hear its voice in my head, my voice. And it always tells me I’m not worth anything, that I am useless, I am stupid. It tells me that I have nobody, that everyone just pretends. Pretends to care for me, but behind my back they talk shit about me. It feels like every look I get, every chuckle form people passing by is because my whole existence is a joke. And I believe that voice because it’s my own. It keeps pushing me towards the only open door. A door so obvious, so inviting. It might as well have a big neon sign above it. There is nothing behind that door, it’s just a big and steep ledge and the only thing left to do is to... let go. I could leave that big empty room, death would relieve me and the voice in my head would be gone. Nothingness would be better than this, but I know the lie, I know it wouldn’t solve anything, but only cause more pain. But I can’t tell you just how tempting that open door is.”

You feel tears on your cheeks again.

“You aren’t alone. You just opened one of those doors. You let me in. I will always be there, I will always stay with you. I will bring a light and the darkness will disappear. I will kick open every door. I will kill protect you from anyone who would ever say anything bad to you. I will always stay by you, but you have to keep fighting. You stay with me.”

You look at him, unable to form any meaningful words. He takes your hand and lightly squeezes it. You slide yourself out from under your table and he takes you into a hug. You feel yourself falling apart, but you trust him to pick up the pieces and help you get yourself back together.

You walk back from the gym together with Bucky. Neither of you feel like talking today and the workout took the last pit of energy from you.

Tony comes your way and looks very cheerful despite being at the gym with you today. As he gets close to you he playfully slaps Bucky on his shoulder and stops.

“You do pack a mean punch. Glad you’re on our team,” he addresses Bucky and then turn to you, “But you, my dear, need to hit the gym more often. I can come with you if you need, put some muscle on those spaghettis of yours.”

He looks happy and playful - you know he means this as a joke, especially after you gave him quite the beating today, but you can’t help but wonder if’ your right. The voice in your head assures you he means it and Bucky can read you.

“Stark, you should apologize. (S)he is more than capable, without the suit of yours, (s)he could kick your ass any time of the day... and maybe even with your suit.”

“Relax, it was just a joke.” Tony looks confused.

“It’s fine,” you just say, “I’ll see you later.”

You feel a bit uneasy and you just walk away, the men staying behind. You find your room and take a long hot shower. You relax a little, but you can feel a presence in the back of your head, the voice just waiting to make you feel miserable.

You finally get out of the bathroom in your most comfortable clothes. You’re still trying your hair as you get out so you don’t immediately notice the man sitting on the edge of your bed.

“What are you doing here?” you gently ask Bucky.

“I thought you might want company and...” he shows you the bucket of ice cream.

You chuckle.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say.

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine,” you assure him.

“I know.” he answers in a serious manner.

You sit down next to him and together you finish the whole bucket. The both of you lay on your bed, legs tangling over the edge.

“Are you going to Stark’s party tomorrow?” Bucky asks, secretly hoping you’d say yes.

“I don’t know yet. Not sure I’m up for the crowd, but the open bar might just convince me to come.”

“I’m not sure either, doesn’t matter what they say, I still have my reputation and for some I will forever just be the Winter Soldier.”

“Not to those who matter. To your friends you’re just Bucky.”

After a lot of contemplating you did decide to go to the “little get together” as Tony called it. You sit by the bar and stare at your drink. You have to admit that this sin’t the first drink of the night, but anything to silence the voice in your head.

The music is loud so you don’t hear the crowd of strangers around you. Occasionally you see familiar faces, but none that you would want to talk to tonight. There was only one face you were looking forward to and he came a couple hours later.

You walk up to him, but it is too noisy to talk here, even your drunken self knows that. You take his hand and drag him out behind you. A little shaky as you might be on your feet you find a silent corner for the two of you.

You look for the right words, but they just don’t come to you. Bucky is about to ask what’s wrong, but you grab him and pull him closer. You kiss him and you feel him kiss you back for a moment before gently pushing you away. You are embarrassed and you turn your back on him to walk away. He gently takes your hand and turns you to face him.

“I care for you, very much. And kissing you right now is tempting, but you are not yourself right now.” He says as he can smell the alcohol on you.

You still look away so you can’t see him bite his lip and then smile.

“Go to bed, doll. Sleep it off and if you still feel the urge to kiss me tomorrow morning... you are more than welcome to.”

You knock on the door and almost hope he doesn’t answer, but soon enough the familiar friendly face greets you.

“Hi...” you greet awkwardly, “Look, please tell me I didn’t dream last night. Please, tell me it actually happened.”

“It did,” he says with a slight smirk.

“I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have done it and...” you finish your sentence by taking his hand and pulling him into a kiss. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you in before pushing the door shut, all that without breaking the kiss for even a second.

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