#forgive me while i figure out his voice thank u

[denouemente]

what could be considered an odd sight to an outsider is a rather typical one for the residents of perga — the prince, with his wind - tousled locks leading his prized stallion back into the city, accompanied by @satellitewar, his best friend and most TRUSTED companion ( who happens to be sporting the same look — his dark curls were windswept, and he led a white mare through the streets instead ). there were murmurs from some of his citizens as he walked by, but lysander was used to it. that happened regardless of what he looked like walking through the streets. “ i wish we could’ve stayed out longer. ” he turns to alekos, an easy smile on his lips. “ i didn’t think qionnias would tire so easily. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO FROM HERE? ”

[eihoons]

kissing their cheek when they're mad ✮

enhypen x reader , fluff , kissing their cheek when they're mad ( note: lowercase intended , thank u so much for the notes omg 😭 )

❝ heeseung ❞

he got a little mad since you came home a bit late than usual, and you promised to give him cuddles but you said you were too sleepy

you knew he was upset and you told him you'd talk to him in the morning since you were tired

but, he still slept on the same bed, except he isn't hugging you like he would every night

he did feel sorry but tried to keep the frown on

when morning came, you woke up alone so you got up and tried to look for heeseung

as he noticed your presence, he tried his best to ignore you but deep inside he wanted to hug your small, sleepy, and soft-looking figure : (

you went towards him and gave him a small peck on his cheek

"good morning," you said, and as you recalled the events from last night you asked him, "are you still upset? i'm sorry,"

you gave him a hug, and he could never stay mad at you so he hugged you back and placed a soft kiss on your forehead

"no, i'm not mad, i love you,"

❝ jay ❞

jay was upset since you somehow forgot you had a special date yesterday, and he had been planning this for a while now but you forgetting this broke his heart :(

so, as a consequence, he ignored you the whole day and not even sparing you a glance

you tried to keep apologizing but he kept replying with it's fine or it's okay but his expression says otherwise

you also wanted to talk to him but you knew it would lead to another argument and you knew it was your fault this time

by now, it was already nighttime and you were getting ready for bed

you decided to wait on the bed for jay but minutes were turning into hours and you knew he was probably sleeping in the other room tonight

so, you got up and went to him because it felt cold without him

but the only reason he was sleeping in another room was because he was afraid of accidentally raising his voice on you again

you snuggled onto him and pecked his cheek and whispered, "i'm sorry, you can get mad at me in the morning but i need to be with you right now,"

and that kiss alone was enough for him to let his guard down and he knew he had to forgive you because he felt really bad so he finally wrapped you in his arms

❝ jake ❞

tbh i don't think he can ever stay mad at you

but in this case, he was mad because of how he disliked you being fine with a friend getting all touchy with you

and you thought he was just being a little too overprotective and this may have lead into an argument

so, you were both ignoring each other but you knew this was quite immature so you were thinking about talking about it with him, carefully this time

you then went to him but as soon as you were getting close, all those apologies just vanished and you didn't know how to approach him properly

instead, you just tugged on one of his sleeves and gave him a kiss on the cheek and tried to walk away out of embarrassment

but before you could even go, he tightly engulfed you in a hug

"i'm sorry, baby, i'm not mad, i– i just–"

you cut him off with a kiss and hugged him tightly

then, you both promised to not fight again because it literally breaks his heart and he fr cannot stay mad at you

❝ sunghoon ❞

you just came home and you were welcomed by a frowning sunghoon

you changed your clothes and prepared for dinner but you noticed that sunghoon was a little quiet

you were trying to talk to him but all he responds with is either a hum or a nod

you were annoyed with this behavior of his so you confronted him and asked why he was acting this way and why he was so mad with you

he scoffed, "so now you're asking me why, huh?"

"but i didn't even do anything wrong!"

a couple minutes later, this lead into a small argument

you both continued to ignore each other but you were feeling sleepy

you were deciding whether or not to say good night to him but you couldn't resist him

so you went to him and kissed him on the cheek and told him good night but before you went away you turned to him once again and asked what have you done to upset him this much

so he finally answered, "why didn't you say you love me this morning, before you left,"

but he was too shy and embarrassed to look at you while saying this, and a blush was evident on his cheeks

you found it adorable and you pulled him in a hug and said, "sunghoon, you know i love you so much but although i forgot to say it, i hope you know that i always will love you, okay?"

he finally embraced you and gave you a kiss

❝ sunoo ❞

according to him you were being "annoying" today

so, he slowly avoided you and ignored you, but this will not stop you >:)

you went to him and he avoided your gaze

"sunoo, when will this stop, i already apologized,"

"just go away,"

having enough, you held onto his waist and pecked his cheek

he loved it but didn't admit it and a blush grew on his cheeks

you thought he hated it so you turned away

but, before you could even walk, he pulled your arm back and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek

"okay, i'm sorry too, i love you."

❝ jungwon ❞

he can never stay mad at you

you realized he was mad so you tried to give him some space and wait until he's ready to talk

but he wanted things to go the other way, he wanted you to talk to him and just give him a hug or a kiss; basically just pay him attention

he was so sad because he thought you were scared of talking to him

you two met in the kitchen, yet still no talking

you wanted to comfort him but you were too scared of the wrong words that might come out

instead, you gave him a peck on the cheek and a soft smile

he immediately pulled you into a hug because he felt really bad

"i'm sorry, i'm not mad. please talk to me now."

❝ ni-ki ❞

he was so pissed because he thought you were cheating on a game you were playing together

but you, on the other hand, found it funny because he simply could not accept his defeat

and, because of this, he got all mad and decided to ignore you

you were now sad and decided to approach him for the last time

"hey, are you really gonna ignore me for the rest of the day?"

still not getting an answer, you pecked his cheek and said, "i'll be in the room if you need me, okay?"

he tried to keep an "angry" face

he felt so bad seeing the frown on your face

not even an hour later, he entered the room holding two controllers in his hand

"i'm really sorry, y/n. can we play again and be fair this time? and.. can i have a kiss again?"

© eihoons

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[kairiscorner]

Hi precious🫶🏻

Love your story’s btw💕

I would like to request a scenario where someone is bad mouthing reader (out of jealousy or smt else u decide). While Miguel is hearing EVERYTHING, that is said abt his wifey. Whatever happens next is up to you darling.🫶🏻

Don’t feel pushed to write abt something u don’t feel comfortable with💕

OH MY GOD, SURE THINGGGGGG and THANK YOU SO MUCH ??? I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TOO !!

not another word. — miguel o'hara x wife!fem!reader

his back muscles tensed up and his nostrils flared as he huffed and puffed, his eyebrows knitting together in a furious look that tried his damn hardest to remain calm. he could not, for the words he was hearing from the so-called 'friendly colleagues' you invited to have dinner at your place were laughing and muttering to themselves under their breaths how naïve you appeared–how you looked so young and stupid, that they were shocked that an 'pretty little airhead' like you became their 'respected' colleague.

"she's got a pretty face, sure, but have you seen how much of a kltuzy butterfingered little thing she is?"

"right? watch out for her, she might woo your husband away from you with that insipid little grin of hers that just makes me want to..."

"she's so annoying, she always keeps offering me her shitty treats that nobody wants–i'm surprised she even has a husband, no one in the right mind would put up with her."

your colleagues laughed amongst themselves as they kept insulting you and calling you names behind your back; you left the living room to get them some of the goodies you baked for them that you took so long trying to figure out how to make them and actually baking them up. you were anxious this whole time if they'd like it or not, but little did you know they were already dreading to taste what you made, not caring how much effort and thought you put into making these treats–and that angered miguel, very, very much.

he tried to calm himself down and remind himself that this was your gathering, he was just going to mind his own business and let you be happy. but he can't be happy if he knows that your colleagues right there that feigned a welcoming aura and a friendly demeanor towards you didn't like you, and all for the stupidest, worst reasons he had ever heard come out of another person's mouth. miguel had enough, he was going to teach them just what happens when they insult his darling little wife one more time.

"then i guess i'm not in my right mind for wanting to stay with her," miguel said in a low, intimidating voice that made all your colleagues tense up in their seats and turn their heads to look at your husband with pursed lips. miguel looked down at them with an angry glare, with hints of a furious red in his pupils. he looked everyone down one by one and noticed they were all frightened of him–good. "but i don't really care if i'm 'not in my right mind' for loving the most perfect woman in the world, i'm not in my right mind–i'm living the best life i can and that's with her." he said as his voice softened at that latter part, thinking fondly of you amidst his anger towards these horrible colleagues who dare take your kindness and generosity for granted.

miguel sighed and furrowed his eyebrows again. "i don't give a damn about who any of you people are, how much you make, or what my wife thinks of you all–which, believe me, is a far kinder judgement than anyone would have of such mundane, cynical people–i will break every bone in your bodies and make you all beg for forgiveness and grovel at my wife's feet if i hear another lick on an insult get spewed out by those disgusting mouths of yours."

miguel spoke that threat with a low growl in his voice, he was becoming a little more feral, which he promised to you he'd keep under control, but he couldn't in this situation–he couldn't stand idly by and let you be insulted by these morons; he can't help his emotions sometimes, but believe him when he says he's tried his damn hardest to hold back on getting even angrier on these colleagues of yours that couldn't even acknowledge you were a sincerely kind soul that just wanted to make others happy.

you soon emerged from the kitchen with a gleeful smile, carrying the delicious treats you made for your ungrateful colleagues. the moment you saw them, they all looked spooked; as if they witnessed dracula or somebody just say he was going to suck the blood out of them all and turn them into human prunes. you chuckled nervously, asking them what was wrong, with miguel standing up from his seat–giving your colleagues a glare of warning–and kissing you sweetly on the lips in surprise and muttering in soft voice, "nothing's wrong, querida. oh, my favorites–i'll have to thank you with something else you like later, hmm?" he offered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, making you all flustered and shy as you tried to remind him you two had guests over. "we can always kick them out, nena, it's fine... let me hold you just a little longer." he whispered in your ear as your colleagues gulped and tried smiling up at you and praising your treats, about how good they look and smelled, how tasty they must be–making you smile wider at the sudden compliments you were getting.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

despite the happiness you thought you were bringing your colleagues, miguel desperately wanted you to know that you don't need to make others happy... you've already make him happy since day one and he's been happier and happier with you ever since that day.

[hitomisuzuya]

TIGHNARI! TIGHNARI! succumb to tighnari nsfw 🤗 May I pop in an idea? You eat goofy mushrooms and next day (when ur better) tighnari is like "what tf did I teach you all this time ??? Do I gotta teach again???"

So he sort of fucks u silly, just because you forgot what he spoke about unknown shrooms HEHE 🍵

a/n: I'm succumbing fast! I wanted to write something like this, so thank you very much for requesting ❤️

Smut. Tighnari x fem!reader. Mentions of drug use. Orgasm deprivation. Dom! Tighnari. Some power play. Forgive me, I don't know a thing about mushrooms. I always preferred weed instead so bear with me, please.

"Tiighhhhnaaarrriii~"

Tighnari's ears pricked upon hearing you sing out his name. You stumbled into his hut, your e/c eyes searching around, grinning when you saw him. You made your way towards him, stumbling when you bumped into a table with a lamp on it.

Eyes narrowing, he furrowed his brows, starting to assess and try and figure what was wrong with you. Your lips must've felt dry, his eyes suddenly becoming transfixed on your tongue when you licked your lips.

Tighnari sighed, feeling his chest tighten. He didn't have time for these feelings right now. He was really curious about how you'd managed to come under such a state. You were normally so capable, being able to lead your own squad into clearing A Withering Zone.

On top of that, not only were you reckless, you'd dared to waltz into his hut completely vulnerable, your sense of morality easily pliable when his heat cycle was beginning.

Had he been a lesser man, Tighnari would've taken advantage of it.

"Y/n, did you by chance ingest something questionable while you were on patrol in the Forest?" Tighnari asked, wanting to cut straight to the point

"Ohh, uhh," you slurred, tilting your head back, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling. Tighnari patiently waited for you to puzzle out an explanation in your head. He gulped, finding it hard not to focus on the way you exposed your throat to him.

"Oh yeah!" You exclaimed after a long moment, looking at him again, giggling before you spoke, "mushrooms. I ate..some mushrooms," you clamped a hand over your mouth, "I don't feel so good."

The next few minutes we're a blur to you. Tighnari helped you to lie down on his bed, instructing you to drink something slowly. That it would make you sleepy.

Fast forward to now, early in the afternoon the next day. You were naked, spread bare on his bed. Your were wrists bound together and tied to the headboard of Tighnari's bed. Moaning lewdly, which made Tighnari's eyes flick at the pleasing sounds, you tried to close your legs.

"Tsk, tsk," he chided, spreading your legs again. It wasn't an action telling him to stop. Oh no, it was to tell him to bury his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

Your rolled your e/c eyes to look at Tighnari, your eyes hazy. He was sitting on the bed next you, panting, two fingers squelching wetly in and out coating his fingers in your slick. He relished watching you tremble, your orgasm building up for a second time.

Your eyes widened when you saw him smirk. His mouth watered, you just looked so delicious, so pathetic at his mercy. "You are close to cumming, aren't you?"

You wailed, desperate when he suddenly removed his fingers, making his cock harden. "It's too much.." you moaned, writhing, being denied release a second time. "Please, please fuck me!"

Tighnari cleared his throat. "I believe that I, as your General ordered you to repeat back to me what you learned during my lecture," he pinched your nipple, rolling it around between his fingertips. Your breathy sigh further stirred the Alpha in heat inside of him. He needed you more desperate for him. "I won't fuck you until you do."

You sighed, frustrated, pushing your chest against his hand. "Fine!" You broke. "I ate some Psilocybin mushrooms without remembering what they were," your voice cracked, straining with need. You were too ashamed to tell him you'd only eaten them because all you thought about was him, too scared to tell him anything about how you felt.

The cat, or fox was out of the bag now. Your body had already betrayed you, telling Tighnari everything he needed to know.

Tighnari hummed, satisfied. Maybe now if you remembered being denied your release like this, you would always remember exactly what he told you. "Good," he purred, rubbing your clit in reward a few times.

The last of his patience ebbed away as he shrugged off his clothes. How wet you smelt was driving him insane.

His tail brushed teasingly up your figure, making you shiver, spreading your legs to accommodate him as he crawled up your body. Groaning, he slid his cock inside, slowly resting it deep against your cervix. "So good, ahh," it was a relief to finally bury himself inside of you. He soaked in the feeling.

His skin smacked against your's, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing each delicious moan and whimper you offered him. He pounded into you at a feverish, quick pace.

You arched your back, making it crack, bumping your hips up as best you could to meet his thrusts. Your tore your mouth from Tighnari's, a moan dying on your lips, your orgasm washed over you, your walls clamping, sticking gummy to his cock as your release flooded around it.

Your body twitched, feeling dizzy with overstimulation as Tighnari continued to fuck you, feeling his own high building up. His thrusts slowed down, making sure to kiss your sweetest spot one last time before his cum spurted inside you.

Perhaps, every once in awhile, you would purposely "forget" certain things.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Hobie brown and young! troubled teen reader hcs (more like oneshot)

Note-this is the first time I’ve tried writing for him and if u get his personality wrong please forgive me.

TW: reader has issues, swearing, slight mentions of sucidal feelings. Also I’m not British so idk any slang. So if anyone is British out there I’m sorry. And I dunno if I’m gonna write more for him I gotta figure it out.

GN reader, also reader is a younger teen like 13-16

You had met him purely by accident, you ran into him while not paying attention in the spider society headquarters, he didn’t get upset really seeing that you did it by accident but it did catch his attention when you were apologizing like you had ran into Miguel.

He noticed the way your hands gripped your sleeve almost as if you were mentally beating yourself up because you ran into someone. “It’s fine”. He said with a small smile trying to assure you he wouldn’t body slam you into the concrete like your mind had overreacted because of bumping into him.

He saw you a couple more times around headquarters, spacing out,fiddling with your hands, etc. he also noticed how you stayed at headquarters a lot not seeming to wanna go home for whatever reason.

The time that you had actually got a proper introduction to him and not bumping into him or catch him looking at you was when Gwen befriended you and introduced you to him.

Overtime he kinda saw the way you would try to be near him without saying anything almost like his presence gave you comfort. He never pointed it out nor did he seem to mind when you went to his place to be around miles, Gwen, and Pav you would always sit near him.

Sometimes he caught you staring at his stuff, posters, pins, wall decor, all that. You seem to like how his place was decorated and he felt a little flattered.

The first time you had started talking to him and showing interest in his stuff by speaking was when you asked where his pins were from. “Made them myself.” He replied with a smile and you nodded in understanding. One time you had watched him play his guitar and you kinda just stood there and watched amazed at his playing, he didn’t mind. It’s not like you were being a bother just by watching with big eyes and being completely focused on it.

The first time you opened up was when you had a fight with your parents about something so small and for some reason you went to his universe. “Y/n? Mate what you-“ “can I stay here for tonight?” You cut him off before he could finish, and he noticed the tears in your eyes as it’s obvious you’re not doing too good.

“The couch is free you can sleep there for tonight.” He replied softly as he threw a blanket to you. “You caught it with a tight grip and nodded as a thanks and went to the couch and laid on it, you did have to move a pair of shoes out the way but other wise it was pretty comfortable.

In the morning you woke up to Hobie making himself some breakfast and you sat up and walked over to him, blanket still wrapped around you.

“Thank you for letting me stay the night”. You thanked him as he gave you a soft smile, he then took a sip of his coffee . “No problem mate, you wanna talk about what happened?” He asked and you sighed as you explained everything from your parents being assholes and constantly feeling like you wanna end it all.

He put his coffee down as he stared at you with a concerned look as tears started falling. “Mate, you need a hug?” He asked softly as it’s pretty much the only thing he can offer as he watched a young teen just tell him everything on why they feel like shit constantly.

You nodded as he then gave you a massive hug mainly cause he’s 6’5 and you felt safe, protected, like nothing could harm you. “I’m just tired of everything and my parents don’t help, and being a spider person it just-“ you sobbed into him as he rubbed your back keeping his voice soft and low. “Shh mate it’s ok, it’s alright your parents aren’t here and I’m not gonna judge ya, ok?”

He didn’t move or let go till you did and when you stopped crying he wanted to make sure you felt at least a little better so he tried to think. “How about this, we go get ya cleaned up and go somewhere, you ever had fish and chips?”

You shook your head as you looked up at him and he only smirked a little trying to lighten your mood. “There’s this small shop around here we can go get some, plus their food is really good not like that rubbish that big company’s produce.” He explained as it got a small smile from you. “I would like that”. You responded as you put the blanket that’s currently wrapped around you on the couch.

[kissitbttr]

hey, don't know if you're taking requests, fell free to ignore (and forgive if I write something wrong, I'm actually Brazilian)

could u do a Eddie and mean cheerleader, after that fight series, where she's been acting weird and not like herself lately and Eddie notices, so when he confront her, she tels thats because she still thinks about the things he said, like, got a little insecure about that part "I get why you're ex's got feed up"

that part got me real bad 😭😭😭

anyway, thanks even if u can't, love your writing 💕

hii sweetheart!! no need to apologize, you’re good!! thank you for requesting!💓🫶🏻

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the morning after the makeup sex, eddie thought that everything was going well. she cooked breakfast for him, wore his shirt, put on her favorite record and gave him a kiss before hopping into the shower. he was smiling to himself throughout, overjoyed by the feeling of his girlfriend finally in his arms again.

but it didn’t exactly last. few days after, he sensed that something was up. she rarely smiled at him, dodged kisses at school, not wanting to hold hands, being really short with him and avoid eating lunch at his table. it’s all confusing because she’s extremely affectionate with him. he misses the feeling. feeling of being wanted.

after days of having all these assumptions and negative thoughts, he figures he should confront her about it. that’s what healthy couples do, right? figure things out?

“hey..” he quietly greets, hands shoved in his pockets while walking over to her locker,

y/n stops talking to her friend and glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. “yeah?”

“can we talk?” eddie feels a glare that maya shoots over at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable and to be frank, pretty pressured too. “alone?”

hesitation written all over y/n’s features. but she knows, there’s no way she could talk her way out of this.

she mumbles something to her best friend’s ear before she walks away. closing the locker door shut, y/n leans sideway with her temple and shoulder resting against the cold surface,

“what?”

“did i do something?” he asks straight off the bat, sounding terrified. not only because of what he may have done but the look on her face that screams terror. it’s the look that she gives before telling someone to fuck off or she’ll kill you,

“what makes you think that?” she scoffs, looking at her nails while chewing on her gum. “is that all you wanted to know? you can bounce if it was.”

okay something is definitely up.

“no—sweetheart, is there something going on?” eddie steps closer, face falling when she takes a step back. “see! w-why did you do that?!”

“did what?” she rolls her eyes, turning her body away from him so her back is now pressed against the locker. “ugh, don’t you have a little campaign to do? i hate having to hear those little shits saying I’m holding you back.”

“because my girlfriend is far more important than any d&d plays right now!” his voice turns a bit more aggressive, looking at her in disbelief when she isn’t even trying to hold an eye contact. “they can wait for all i care!”

“can we not do this?! god, it’s irritating! i hate when people give me migraines, it should be the other way around” she lightly massages both temples, smacking her gum and missing the way her boyfriend’s shoulders slumping at her response.

“you’re saying I’m giving you-“

“yeah you are! okay you know what, i don’t have time for this so I’m going leave. we’re measuring new cheerleader outfits for next competition.” she pushes herself off, “see you later, eddie.” with that she walks aways, making his heart stops and jaw dropping down to the floor by her last statement.

eddie?! fucking. eddie?! no, no, no. shit, shit! this is not fucking good!

“fucking—“ he pauses before he loses his shit, because he’s this close. this close on getting absolutely ballistic. “why can’t girls just say what they needed to say!” he mutters to himself with a head shake,

—

“you know you can’t avoid him forever”

maya’s comment is making y/n tired. she has been going non stop about eddie and how they need to fix things up. it feels like listening to a mother’s lecture.

y/n’s eyes wander around the crowd in the lunch hall, stopping her stare when she sees him. looking to her direction with his brows furrowed, anxiously biting his lip and fingers fiddling. he pays no mind to his friends who are obnoxiously talking with each other. fighting over the campaign’s schedule and who they need to get for lucas’s substitute.

like he said. not important right now. he’s figuring out what mistake he had done so he can get on his knees and ask for forgiveness. he’s thinking that maybe—he forgot to buy her pads? what was the name of the brand, again?

“whatever. i am not talking to him and i am not going to give him what he wants” she shrugs, tearing the bread harshly with her hands. “i still hate him.”

“you guys fucked as a way of making up. that doesn’t make any sense” karina intervenes, as a matter of factly. “it’s sort of weird. and now you’re not talking?”

“I can still despise a bitch and be friends with them. just like how i’m with you.” y/n gives her a fake smile, seeing karina rolls her eyes before going back to eating,

“jesus, no wonder people hate you.”

“yet, they still love telling me their secrets. so i must be doing something good.” y/n answers, blowing a kiss as a form of mockery.

“okay y/n!” maya claps her hands. “you need to fix this shit you have going with your man. it’s not healthy and sorry to say sweetie, the way eddie has been looking at you non stop for ten minutes is getting really creepy.”

maya cringes when she looks over to the back, seeing eddie with his head tilting to the side, sad look on his face and chin propping on his open palm. brown eyes only fixated on his girlfriend,

“god you two make me sick” she jokingly stick her fingers in her mouth and pretend to gag, stopping soon y/n sends her a death stare. “it’s a joke! jeez—why didn’t you tell him that thing that has been bothering you? he deserves to know. i’m sure he’ll understand.”

“because he’d overthink that. i don’t want to make him feel more shittier.”

“see? you still care!”

“of course i do!” the girl replies defensively, arms crossed. “he makes me feel things—emotionally. when I’m with him, i finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love, it’s like he’s meant to be with me—ew okay—what the fuck have i become?”

with a chuckle, maya wiggles her finger at y/n. “you’ve become soft.”

“stop that!” y/n smacks the finger out of her face, scolding as she feels a small tug in her heart.

when she thinks of eddie, butterflies is what she gets. none of that ooey-gooey stuff happened during the relationship with her exes. some, maybe. but not to the point where she feels like she would turn into a huge pink glittery puddle. it’s all for him. for her eddie. just by hearing his name—then his hair, his smile, his scent, his cute button nose—just makes her want to hurl,

but in a good way,

“we’ll see though.”

—

everyday after school, it has become a routine for y/n to skip her steps towards his van at the parking lot. launching at him with a big smile, giving him a sloppy kiss without any care in the world. then the two would take a little trip to the skull rock where they both can make out with each other by the lake, half naked while getting high. and often encourage him to lose all his clothes and swim with her.

then eventually fuck when the sun is about to go down.

so that’s what he’s doing. standing by his van waiting for her to come out and just hope that she’s in a better mood than before. they barely talked during school, he couldn’t even get her to play with his hair—let alone talk—and it’s making him go crazy.

“y/n!” he calls once he spots the pretty girl walking out with her friends, “sweetheart! over here, woohoo!”

eddie waves his arms in exaggeration while jumping, probably looking like a freak but eh, what else is new.

“oh god, what the fuck is his problem now!” she groans, stomping her heel into the concrete. watching how her boyfriend doing weird antics to get her attention.

“babe—you should go to him” maya bumps her shoulder, nodding his head. “that man is suffering, i can tell.”

“I don’t know” she scratches the back of her head, flipping her hair to the back after. “maybe tomorrow?”

“girl, I don’t think he can handle tomorrow” maya frowns, seeing eddie keep jumping and waving. hair bouncing everytime he does. “never seen a guy so whipped before. not even when you dated ‘he who shall not be named’.”

“he’s not that whipped.”

y/n moves her gaze to where he’s at. seeing him standing there with a sad pout thinking that she’s not looking. hand on hips, clearly frustrated before stomping the ground and kick a pebble.

“okay that’s kind of cute.” y/n’s admits, melting at the sight. she knows that she has to face him one way or another, sooner or later. or else he isn’t going to stop. he’s pretty persistent. “I’ll see you guys in a bit”

she doesn’t give her friends a chance to respond and walk over to where his car parked. her lips purses with a cold stare, one that could make people run for their lives.

not him, though. yes, eddie should be afraid. because it’s the look that he’d like to call ‘loopy y/n’. one where he should be shitting bricks but hey, mean girls make him feel things—down his pants.

“y/n! my love, my princess, my sweet sweetheart! thank the lord you have finally graced my life with your existence!” he shouts dramatically, hand over heart as he breathes a loud sigh of relief. “i was going absolutely crazy without you, can we go now?”

“eddie” she warns with a glare, feeling rather annoyed at how loud he is being right now. earning concerned glances from other kids. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“chariot awaits, my princess” he bows down, ignoring the rude tone laced on her voice. “now come on! we got skull motherfucking rock to go to!”

“eddie” she says once again, in a nicer tone. itching to give him a hard kiss and a hug so tight his ribs pop out at his adorable demeanor and words. this man can never give her a break.

“you’re drawing attention—what makes you think i want to go?”

“because we always do?” he replies as matter of factly. “to you know—the usual? you and us naked, me rolling a blunt for you to smoke, my fingers fucking your—“

“okay stop!” she quickly puts him into a halt, arms crossed. “i don’t want to go. I’m going to the mall to pick up a dress i ordered a week ago. with my friends. see you later.”

as she about to walk away, there’s no chance eddie is letting her off that easy. so in instance, eddie reaches out to grab her wrist making her jump. immediately telling him to let go as she struggles to release from his tight grip but eddie is far more stronger.

he unlocks the back door of the van and shoves her inside, making her tumble in the process. if no one knew who they were, what he’s doing would probably came off creepy.

“you are not leaving until you tell me what’s going on!” he sternly directs, heartbroken at how she continues to avoid him like a plague without giving a clear explanation. “please— i know i don’t deserve you, i know that, okay? but you have to tell me.”

unfamiliar ache touches her heart, when she hears that. if anything, eddie deserves everything good in his life. she hates how he puts himself down like that. she doesn’t know how he tends to make that a hobby.

and she loves helping her boyfriend. she cares deeply for him. but when it comes to this, she refuses to talk about it. she’ll talk to him soon. when she gets better. even if she had to stay away from him

“nothing is going on! I’m perfectly fine, now let me out!”

“no” he stops as he covers the door. “i am not losing you again—i didn’t like how that feels! now please—for the last time, tell me what i did wrong, baby—please”

his pleading eyes looking at her, begging for an answer. desperately wanting to know what got her mind clouded that she has been really irritated with him.

she stares away, not replying.because seeing him like that would just make her break.

“we’re already good—right? w-we made up, you cooked me eggs and bacon, we had sex—after the party and one more the next morning—then we showered twice —you washed my hair” he reminds her, voice sounding so sad and defeated,

“but somehow after that you turned cold and short with me—what went wrong? do you regret it?”

she never turns her head so quickly before, “of course i don’t! i never regret a single thing i do with you, eddie—i just—“ she stops and sigh, sinking back into one of the chairs,

“it’s not what you did more like what you said to me”

“what? w-what was it? what did i say?“ he asks growing nervous,

“during the fight—i know i should let that shit go by now but I can’t” she says, looking down at her heels. “when you said, that all of my exes were fed up with me and stuff,—the way you said it was close to hearing you wanting to dump my ass.”

oh shit, eddie thinks.

“like okay i get it alright?! i can be too much, my anger issues are out of control sometimes, i hit people and slam their heads against a dryer, so what? just because i hate people that doesn’t mean they have to hate me too!“ she whines, genuinely feeling not good about herself

“and it kind of stuck with me up until today, eddie—what you said was close to my breaking point—you make me feel a little insecure because of that. I’m struggling to believe whether you still want to be with me or not”

someone please just shoot him in the head twice and bury him raw,

“princess” he begins, thinking carefully of what the next words might be. “i am so sorry—i-i didn’t mean any of that, oh my fucking god i am such a lousy boyfriend—yes! of course i still want to be with you! everything i said to you that was a complete utter bullshit”

slowly, she gazes up at him. still looking and feeling entirely unsure about the things he’s saying. he doesn’t blame her, she opened up about having trust issues about her past to him and he broke it. she believed in him and yet, he broke it.

but he knows for sure he’s much better man. not like brandon or any other of her dumb jocks exes that treated her like shit and not wanting to fix the relationship after. now he wants to. she’s basically the best damn thing that has ever happened to him. he’d be too much of a dumbass to let her go that easy.

and wayne would beat the crap out of him for it.

“i know you’re having a hard time to trust me again after that—but you have to believe this one thing” he grasps her hands and putting them over his chest as if scared for her to go. “i. love. you—so much that it drives me crazy, i can’t fall asleep without hearing your voice first, i get cranky when your peach flavored lipgloss doesn’t stain my cheeks and when I can’t even taste them on my lips, i can barely concentrate knowing you didn’t give me a good luck kiss before every each class—i love you, baby. and i will spend the rest of my life making it up to you—to show how sorry i am and how much you mean to me.”

“and i know that i can’t give you all the luxury you deserve—rings and a nice dress or some shit but once i get a job i will give you everything you want too—you name it and I’ll give you one. plus, i like it when you’re mean and violent. it’s hot. especially when you run your mouth over something. i’ll go bend over backwards for you, sweetheart.”

“this sounds like a marriage proposal” is the first thing she says once he’s done talking,

“well—it could be?“ he questions, “or could be just a vow I’m willing to give because you know—i will never stop loving you as my girl.”

eddie watches as her lips slowly form into a smile, pupils dilating and trying to hide the embarrassment that’s creeping into her skin. it makes him smile too,

“do really think i look hot when I’m angry?”

“insanely” he whistles, shaking his head. “hottest girl I’ve seen. that time when you took brandon down for me? oof, popped myself a boner!”

she giggles, getting on her knees and walk herself closer to him. “so I’m not annoying or acting insecure?”

“no way, sweetheart” he responds immediately, automatically feeling relaxed when she begins to get more comfortable. “i was being a huge dick for that, i’m sorry”

eddie stretches his legs, inviting her to sit herself on his lap. and when she does, he holds her by the waist and feels nothing but happiness overtaking his entire fiber being, knowing that he stole her heart. again.

“i know—you said that about twenty times now” she jokes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “i love you too, edsy—I’m sorry for giving you a hard time these past couple of days. and you don’t need to give me a dress or a fancy ring. i prefer your guitar pick over those shit”

his heart soars at that, thumping louder than ever. that’s probably the best thing anyone has ever said to him.

“now—skull motherfucking rock? yes?” she asks playfully , repeating what he said. his head bouncing up and down as an answer. “yay!! i do miss getting naked with you there—and who knows, maybe I’ll let you put it in another hole.” she pecks his lip and get up from his lap. sauntering towards the passenger seat.

eddie watches her ass moves under the skirt, swaying from side to side with eyes widening in excitement. seemingly cannot believe that he just heard her say that

oh he cannot fucking wait until they get there.

—

i feel like this one sucks:// but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless, anon!

no part two for this bjsndbs

(and one where she took brandon out for him will be in another request, teehee)

[the-kr8tor]

I have nothing to say to your kind words apart from thank you! I really appreciate them so much<33 Funny thing my English class is doing a theatre thing (WOO) and I landed the roll of the captain.. I knew this day would come I have been CHOSEN to cosplay as BDAS Hobie.

Daily Hobie HC! Imagine if Hobie began to spiral so bad after our death? Every waking moment, he swears he hears your voice calling out to him. Screaming his name, like you had done in the last moments of your life. His senses have been so heightened, a small thud could send him into a defensive mode, convinced a villain is there. Sometimes, he swears he could feel your warmth brush against him. Yet, when he looks over, he questions whether or not it was really you next to him. His dreams have been injected and replaced with memories of you and him, when you were alive. Sometimes, it was the first kiss, or the multiple fun dates you guys went on, or the nights where he came back from being roughed up, having you and your hands loosen up the knots in his muscles and turn him into mush. The worst parts was when he woke up. When you slipped and fell away from his fingers one more time, melting into nothing but a figment of his imagination.

Due to these dreams, he'd often go days without sleeping, until he'd practically pass out in his bed from the lack of sleep. It'll get too quiet in the houseboat almost always, without you being there to cheer him up, or you there for him to tease you. Your voice rings in his ears, as if you were a ghost whispering sweet nothings, or screaming the way you did when you died. Your entire being was haunting him, and sometimes he swears he could see your figure in his peripheral vision. Recently, Hobie has been experiencing heavily disturbing night terrors of you. The way he'll just be planted in one place with your translucent ghost begging to not let him go, your tears falling into the ground while he pleads for forgiveness makes him wake in a cold sweat. Hobie will stare at his hands, thoughts crackling in his head like a loud thunderstorm, telling him how useless he was to let his lover go. To let you die. Who was he, if not the worst partner in the world, for letting your life go to waste? While here you are, as a ghost, tears welling at the edges of your eyes as he tears himself apart. Hobie has no hope, apart from when death takes him, it'll take him to you. He hates himself for letting you die. He hates himself for slowly forgetting how you looked like. He hates himself for sometimes leaving hurriedly without giving you a hug or a kiss, simply opting for a quick I love you. You want to call out to him. You want to hold him close again, to tell him it's okay as he sobs into your shoulder. You want to feel his thumbs run over the pulse on your wrist, double-checking if you were really alive. Except..you were not. Not anymore. You couldn't care or reassure him anymore like you wanted to. You were stuck loving him from afar now while he felt everything drain from him. He couldn't see nor sense you, despite the fact his senses were terribly heightened to disadvantage to his daily life. For crimes and villains? They were perfect. Yet all he had to come back to was a cold, empty canal boat, the last of your scent having disappeared long ago. -🐦‍⬛

Ofc bb! Us writers need to stick together and hype each other up! WOAH THAT'S AMAZING!!! Hell yea represent our fave pirate captain! I'm mentally throwing bouquets of flowers on stage after your play 💐❤️❤️❤️

DAILY HOBIE HC!!! 🎉🎉🎉 (Can you believe that you've been sending these for 3 months already? I LOVE U FR EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO 🐦‍⬛ ANON FOR THE DAILY MEAL!)

You lovelies just love to hurt me huh? 😭😭😭

God that would break him 😭 especially the dreams and nightmares of you! He literally cannot find sleep bc if it's a good dream he'd want to never wake up but if it's not then he'll rather stay awake forever if all his dreams are of you dying in front of him 😭 I bet even the villains can see how down he is but when his grief turns to sheer anger then I bet every single villain would hide and tuck their tails in between their legs bc if they get caught by the grief stricken angry tornado that is spiderman then there's no going home for them but in a body bag

After all that he still comes home to an empty house that still smells like you

[stingslikeabee]

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's. // whichever verse u want 👁️

actions speak louder than words prompts . accepting

It was curious that for a being representing something as incorporeal as light, Melissa found herself craving more tangible mementos in the form of physical touch from the Sun-God. Maybe it was a sign of weakness - to need something that the priestess could hold onto instead of relying on the faith that nurtured her soul and served as the foundation for the life she had known so far.

But for every single moment where Rhayeon held out a hand to her, his faithful follower took it without hesitation. Every gentle brush of shoulders in a narrower hallway, the embrace that he sometimes offered her when they shared a bed, the soft trail of fingers pushing hair behind an ear - these were all treasured memories now; dutifully engraved into Melissa's heart and mind as proof that the Sun-God lived.

And perhaps, more important than that - that Rhayeon, in his infinite kindness and generosity, had seen fit to share his radiance with the high priestess.

The way Melissa's pulse quickened and how her breathing turned shallow during these moments was an indication that something was not quite right with the woman - but then again, to be face to face with divinity had not crossed her mind until a few weeks before, when all she had was impenetrable darkness surrounding a lost and forgotten body.

And it all happened again - when Melissa found herself engaged in conversation with the Sun-God only for him to suddenly pick up her hand, placing an open palm against hers as if comparing them. The gesture was so simple, so likely to be deemed common by anyone else - but not when it came from him and to someone like her. As if Rhayeon was breathing life into her form all over again, giving her a shred of his own essence by allowing mankind to take that shape. The creator and the creature - Melissa only able to be alive thanks to his blessing and his many gifts.

And yet - it was Rhayeon that looked at the brunette as if she was some sort of miracle when it was clearly the other way around.

"I do not presume to know what My Lord thinks or feels, but sometimes it does appear as if something troubles Your Radiance," her voice was low, almost like a murmur - they were close enough for Rhayeon to hear Melissa, but perhaps the woman had chosen to be quiet only because her claims were so bold. How did she dare to question him?

What sort of high priestess was she if such queries needed to be asked?

"Forgive me for being out of line, My Lord, but why look at me as if surprised I exist? I should be the one constantly thanking you and returning your blessings tenfold for rescuing me from the pits of despair that Ravina locked me in," the brunette sighed adoringly, moving to support herself on both knees while Rhayeon remained lying on his side, as he had been. His gaze followed Melissa, of course - the golden sunshine of his left eye never straying too far of the figure of his follower, even as she used both of her hands to once more press his palm against her chest, over a heart that fluttered wildly in the face of the intimacy of that act.

"I exist only because you willed it, My Lord. And I will never be able to convey how grateful I am for this miracle."

Suddenly bashful, the woman lowered her head - and the honey-like irises were hidden behind semi-closed lids, voluntarily depriving herself of the sight of Rhayeon as if he was indeed the sun himself, too bright and too powerful to look at. Lost in her own faith and contemplation, Melissa never knew just how painfully accurate her words had been to someone who was no ancient deity to a lost civilization - but a mortal like any other.

[nervousgardenerkid]

HELLO ITS ME AGAIN THE SELECTIVE MUTISM ANON I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO SMTH SIMILAR BUT WITH STEVE AND MAKE IT ANGSTY >:DD

so sorry for dropping this one you so suddenly and straight after the new one, it just came to me haha

also ty for doing the eddie x reader it really helped <333

a/n: ANON IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT BETWEEN WORK AND SCHOOL IVE BEEN SO TIRED😭😭i hope you like this! credit to the gif owner! <3

You're sitting in your lunch spot frozen as milk drips from the ends of your hair, the whole cafeteria is silent before erupting into laughter.

“Oops!” Carol says with venom laced in her voice. “Sorry, I'm such a klutz.”

You don’t respond to her and wipe milk away from your eyes. Your lack of response causes Tommy to slam his lunch tray on the table.

“She said sorry, aren't you going to forgive her?”

You shake your head knowing you don't have it in you to speak right now. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you really wish some of your friends were here right now. Tommy let out an obnoxious laugh.

“Look at you! You can't even talk!” More students began to laugh while some looked at you in pity.

“Hello?? Anyone there? We're talking to you!” Carol said while poking your shoulder. Tears were streaming down your face and you were starting to feel lightheaded from the rapid breathing you were doing. Before you know it a jean jacket was thrown around you and you were dragged out of the cafeteria while students started to scream and cheer. You didn't have time to register what was going on but you get some sort of relief when you realized Robin was pulling you into the girl's restroom.

“Those fucking assholes, I swear to god I'll beat them up myself next time I see them.” She has you lean against a wall and turns to grab some napkins but you latch onto her hand. She looks at you and feels her heartbreak when she sees your eyes pleading her not to leave.

“Hey, it's okay. I'm just gonna grab you some napkins and clean you off okay? I have extra clothes in my bag for our sleepover today.”

You slowly let go of her and look down at her bag. You forgot all about the sleepover and you're scared to tell her that you no longer plan on spending the night after today’s events.

“It's okay, don't even worry about it. We can always do it another night! Go ahead and change whenever you're ready.” she says quietly while wiping dried-up milk off of your face. Once she's done with that she reaches into her bag and hands you some clothes. You nod your head slightly giving her a silent thank you before you go into the stall and change. You look down at your clothes and notice only your shirt is wet so you figured you can wrap the milk-soaked shirt in the pair of sleep shorts robin packed for you. You tried your best to take deep breaths and calm down but when you hear the door slam open your breathing picks up again. What if Carol came to tease you some more? You know Robin wouldn't let her but she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

“Where is she?”

Relief flooded your system as you recognized Steve's voice. You poked your head out of the stall and saw his back facing you, his hair is messed up and the only thing you think of is how hard Steve works on his hair. He turns around at the sound of the stall door creaking and lets out a sigh of relief. You gasp at the sight of him.

Steve had a busted lip and a bruise starting to form around his eye, you look down at his hands and see them bloody and bruised.

“Hey, don't worry about me,” he whispered while rushing to you and wrapping you in his arms. “They aren't going to bother you anymore, okay?”

You nodded your head. He grabs the clothes that are sitting in your hand and shoves them in his bag while grabbing yours from off the floor.

“Thanks for taking her out of there Robin,” he says while gently placing your hand in his.

Robin says it's not a problem and gives you a tight hug knowing those calm you down. Steve walks out of the girl’s restroom with you glaring at Tommy on the way out. Tommy had multiple tissues held to his nose and had a dark-colored bruise resting on his cheekbone, he flipped Steve off mumbling how he misses his old friend but Steve doesn't care.

He opens the passenger door for you making sure all limbs are in before he closes the door. He slides into the diver's side and reaches in the backseat handing you a notebook and pen.

“What happened, baby?”

Your brain replays what happened minutes ago and you shake your head trying to erase the thoughts, you don't want to think about it, not right now.

Is your hand okay?

Steve reads your question out loud to himself and chuckles.

“Don't worry about me. I'll be okay.”

You didn't have to fight him. I know you guys are like best friends.

“No, you're my best friend. I can't believe I hung out with people like them.” he starts to get lost in his thoughts when he feels you tap him with the pen.

Can we go home? I want to wash the milk out of my hair.

Steve felt his heart warm. He knows you mean he can take you to his house but the fact that you consider it home brings a smile to his face. He starts up the car and looks over at you.

“Are you ready to talk yet?”

You shake your head slowly hoping he wouldn't be upset at your answer. You know it could be frustrating when you suddenly go silent, as you've been told time and time again. Steve grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on it, ignoring the small sting from the cut on his lip.

“That's okay, take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready.”

[pandoa]

Hi pando!! First of all, i hope ur having a good day, i rlly love the way u write, its so easy to read and understand (i have adhd and sometimes its pretty hard for me to concentrate lmao😭). Can i have Narcissus and Peonies for Jack in a lively festival (matsuri kind of festival?). Thank u, i hope ur great and hydrated!!! 💘

Narcissus ~ “forgive me for being envious, but i must be selfish for just this once” 

Peonies ~ “would it be too much…to ask for you to stay?”

~jack howl x gender neutral reader~

ANON THE BRIGHTEST SMILE SHINED ON MY FACE READING THIS i'm so glad that my writing is easy to understand for you!! i have some friends with adhd as well and can see how difficult it can be for yall sob- i do hope this one will be as easy to read as my other ones!! (thank you for the hydration reminder <3 i should probably go drink something now lol)

♡denial makes the heart grow fonder♡

Jack swore he only invited you to this festival to spend more time with you. As friends, he means. Nothing more, nothing less. Friends.

But the moment he saw your beautiful self appear from Ramshackle’s doorway, dressed in colorful traditional clothing that put the delicate sunrise and sunset to shame with your radiance, he knew he was done for. You stepped out of your dorm, clothes swaying with every graceful movement, as you looked up at him with an innocent shimmer gleaming in your eyes. Each color and fabric complimented your silk-like skin, your hair was adorned with brilliant accessories that fit like a crown for royalty, all while your cheeks glowed a precious rosy tint under NRC’s many lamp posts. 

You were beautiful.

“Uh, Jack,” Grim’s raspy voice interrupted the young man’s gawking. “Your tail’s wagging.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it is not.”

“Yes! It is— Okay, y’know what I give up,” the drained feline sighed, clearly growing tired of the beastman’s thick skull. If Jack wanted to be so stubborn, then so be it. Grim was only there to watch you and the Savanaclaw first year go off on your totally “not-a-date” date, and he couldn’t care less on whether or not Jack was finally honest with his own heart. It was Jack’s problem to deal with, and your problem to figure out. 

Jack swore he didn’t feel his heart leap miles and miles at the sound of you calling out his name, melodic and harmonious, among the bustling crowd of people flooding the festival’s moonlit streets. Beckoning him over to a new food stand, you excitedly held out a plateful of taiyaki—sweet, fish-shaped buns—for him, with one adorably hanging out of your mouth as you bit into the toasty treat. Fluorescent lanterns hung like clusters of stars above your heads as you both stood in each other's company, basking in the dreamy atmosphere the festival had created. Every laugh, grin, chuckle, and giggle of yours made the young wolf-man feel as if he was reborn into the world as your very existence filled him with life. Life that hugged and embraced the man in your gentleness. It was… a nice feeling, he supposed. But don’t read into it too much, okay? He just liked the feeling of being around you… Yes! That's right.

The feeling. That was it. 

Jack was sure he didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy course through his veins the instant he witnessed a group of rather charming boys approach you. He knew they had been following behind the two of you throughout your time at the various food stalls. The boy was a wolf, remember? His keen senses would never let him down. However, he didn’t expect the group of boys to actually grow enough courage to talk to you the second he left to go buy a cup of shaved ice for you both. Jack, breathing in and out, attempted to remain calm, relaxed, and unbothered by this situation. He was okay, the world was okay, and you were simply making new friends at this festival. Nothing to worry about. 

But all of his composure dissipated into thin air as he watched one of the handsome strangers step a tad bit too close to your body and rested his lazy arms against your shoulders. 

Oh dear. 

“Excuse me, but,” Jack sternly called out as he stepped between you and the group of boys in front of you, "(Y/n) and I have to go, uh, meet up with some friends right now.”

You peered up from behind the first year’s back, confused at his previous statement. “Jack? What do you mean? Are there other NRC students here?”

Ignoring your questioning gazes, Jack briskly took initiative as he grasped your shoulders and escorted you away from the gaping eyes of the boys you had just met, shielding you with his broad figure like a protective barricade against those who were romantically interested in you. "Forgive me for being envious, but I must be selfish for just this once," Jack mumbled while he kindly guided you to a more secluded area—one where he could properly speak to you with less crowds drowning out his voice. 

No, stop— What in Twisted Wonderland was he saying?

“I know we’re not… anything particularly special,” he began as he twiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, “nor do I have the right to pull you away from those who take an interest in you, but—”

Jack, if you know what’s good for you, stop right now! Jack voiced to himself. I don’t like (Y/n) in that way… right?

Although his actions proved his thoughts wrong as he slowly reached for your hand and cradled it in his own, eyes glued to the dark pavement of the streets as he avoided any sort of eye contact with you. 

“Would it be too much… to ask for you to stay?”

You sighed, blinking back up to Jack’s evading stares. “Jack, if you were feeling jealous of those boys, you could have just told me!” you giggled, leaving the beastman stunned at your ability to read between his words so well. 

Maybe he should go on and confess his feelings for you quickly before you go and figure that one out too. 

… Just maybe.

a/n: alexa play "i won't say (i'm in love)" from hercules bc this man RAIDIATES IT-

[cross-crye]

𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨

(pt.2)

anon asked: “Hello! I absolutey love this sm 😭 it made me cry late at night ahuhuhu💔 may i ask for a part ? If its alright ofc!!💞💞thank u !"

fandom: twisted wonderland

a/n: idk how to redeem jade after the last fic, so I’m sorry anon this probably isn’t exactly what you wanted.  Have some platonic comfort instead, anyways you don't always gotta forgive ppl who wrong u so-

summary: after getting your heart broken by the infamous jade leech, your friends try to cheer you up

this is part 2 of this fic!

Platonic! first year gang x reader.

Grim was the first to notice that something was wrong. Although it wasn't because of your bad mood or of the lack of enthusiasm, his concern was still appreciated. (He only noticed your distress because you didn't pamper him as much as usual, and didn’t get him any fancy tuna) However his concern for your well being didn’t waver. (He claimed his henchman wouldn't be able to serve him properly, but he just doesn't want to admit to caring.

The second one to notice the metaphorical cloud of sadness that kept on following you, was surprisingly enough Deuce. Knowing how clueless he is when it comes to feelings, it comes as a great surprise that he even noticed your lack of enthusiasm. (like somebody deflated your spirit as if it  was a balloon, as he'd later tell you. After Deuce’s realization, Aces followed suit. When your usual reactions to his pranks and teasing were nowhere to be found he started suspecting that something was off. At first he’d assume you're having a bad day as one might every once in a while. But when nothing changed, he’d realized that something much more serious was going on.

And soon enough followed Jack's, Epel's and unexpectedly enough even Sebek's realization that something had happened to you.

So they all managed to meet after their club activities. (Jack and Sebek would never skip club) in order to figure out what had happened to you. After relying on Epel and Jack (the only ones from the group who had even half of a brain cell and some sort of emotional intelligence)

And struggling to remember anything that recently happened that may be of importance. Soon enough they had realized the cause of your misery. (Ace was complaining about an injury he'd received during basketball club from a certain upperclassman who'd been in a bad mood. Once having spoken of the incident finally making a realization). Their sudden recognition of the problem at hand motivated them to come up with ideas as to how to make you feel better.

And so, a movie night was in order. With Orthos's help, and a quick trip to Sam’s, they were all set. Knocking on Ramshackle’s door, you opened the door greeting your friends, surprised to see them with arms full of snacks and some sort of portable projector.

You were all stuck at the doorstep, seemingly unable to move. In order to break the slightly awkward tension that was forming, Ace decided to speak “Look, um, well” -he paused, took a deep breath and continued speaking-  “We know about that whole thing with Jade” “If you just came here to tell me that you were right, that you told me so, that I shouldn't have trusted him, and so on then thank you so much, but it's a bit too late for that don't you think? So if you're only here to criticize me, then you can already leave” you interrupted. “What, no!” multiple voices said at once. “Were actually sorry you had to go through that, you're always kind to everyone and you're a genuinely great person and don't deserve to be treated like that. You always help us whenever were going through stuff, so we decided we'd return the favor” Deuce answered.

“Oh. Thank you guys, I appreciate it" "Don't worry ‘bout it. Now, we have movies and enough snacks that even Grim wouldn't be able to finish all at once.” Knowing the cat-monster meant an outstanding amount of food, and it also meant that he’s just taken Epel's statement as a challenge, although it wasn’t meant as one.

But now there was a feeling of calm surrounding Ramshackle dorm, like a protective blanket of sorts. And your group of friends started bingeing your favourite shows and movies, making comments despite having their mouths stuffed with food. The projector shined against the bare wall of the dorm, the people on the dorm's crappy couch having a surprisingly good view of what was happening as the projector’s reflected lights layed on them too.

Sometimes forgiving the people who wronged you isn't the course of action, but luckly, your friends will always be there for you.

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[lokisprettygirl]

hii lol forgive me if this is too oddly specific orwhat hehe 😅 but can i request a loki x reader one where reader is really insecure w her flat-chests or small boobs along with her chubby stomach/tummy? so like she feels her body type is just really unattractive?

..im sorry for making this request a reader-insert hehe ignore this if u dont want to do it thank u sm! it's so annoying how almost on any form of media--movies/tv shows/music videos/porn/etc--big boobs are almost always the ones being represented like- 😭😭 ok imsorry for the mini-rant :<<

Hey don't be sorry my dear, and I understand the frustration, and it's a sad reality. But loki isn't someone who'd be into someone just for their body or figure, he'd value a person based on their personality and their kindness.

Warning : 18+

Loki x Reader with Small boobies

As a girl, when puberty hit you and you didn't find yourself staring at big boobies in front of the mirror, you felt insecure, while your other girlfriends upped on bra sizes and started wearing cute fitting tops to show their curves you just felt embarrassed of your breasts. You even went to the doctors to see if something was wrong, maybe a hormonal issue that stopped your breasts from developing but nothing was wrong. 

Now in your early 20s you were still flat chested, you hated using that term but that's how you felt when you looked at your bare breasts. Your personal life was a mess since that one guy who you dated in college, you always used bra pads whenever you wore tight dresses or tops, when your ex noticed that the first time you tried to have sex with him he humiliated you and left. You haven't dated anyone since then. Not only did you have non-existing breasts but you also had belly fat, both things together just made you feel awful about your figure. 

The only good thing in your life was that you were smart and you ended up working for Stark Industries. That's where you saw him the first time, Loki. The god of mischief, he had a tall curvy blonde woman wrapped around his arms as they conversed with other folks at the party. When he caught you staring he winked at you, and you felt yourself getting warm, he was too attractive for his own good, why did he even look at you? 

You had developed a crush on him instantly, it's not everyday that you get to be in the presence of a literal god. When you got promotion, and got closer to Tony in a professional manner, he invited you to his birthday party, while everyone was dressed up in stylish clothes, you just put a baggy shirt on and a pair of jeans. There you saw him again, he had a different woman around him this time, every time you saw him after that he'd have someone new accompanying him. He'd always look at you, give you a nod , say hello from a distance or just wink at you, he even tried to talk to you once but you left the party.

The last thing you needed in life was for a god to make fun of your physique, you had a huge crush on him and you didn't want yourself to get hurt by getting involved with him. He didn't seem the type who'd be interested in someone like you. When you met him again, he smiled at you and you saw him approaching you so you turned around in an attempt to hide somewhere but you bumped straight into him.

"How..did ..you were" you looked at him confused, and he was just smirking at you. He was so tall and prettier up close. Damn!!!

"I can teleport" sexy voice, great, does he have flaws? 

"Of course" you clutched onto the glass you were holding so tightly, he smelled so good and he made you extremely nervous.

"As adorable as I find you when you're running away from me, can we talk ?" He asked you so you looked at him. Adorable? You? Yeah right 

It was the first time you had a proper conversation with him, he asked for your number and then there was no stopping him after that. When he asked you out on a date, you felt too nervous, you didn't dress up, you just put on a lose shirt and he still looked at you as if you were the prettiest thing to exist. When he kissed you for the first time, he tried to roam his hand around your body but you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hips instead.

He never crossed a line or asked you to go further than you wanted to, it was getting hard for you to keep your hands off him, his thoughts infiltrated your head every second. You wanted to have sex with him but you knew as soon as he'll see you naked he will leave and the thought bothered you deeply, you were not ready for his rejection.

"Mmm fuck.. I have been thinking about you all day" he mumbled as you kissed him, he had you lying under him on the couch as you both made out. 

"Whyy?" You mumbled between the kisses and he looked right into your eyes

"Because you drive me insane love" he sneaked his hands inside your shirt but you grabbed it instantly.

"I want you to fuck me so bad" his eyes widened as you whispered that in his ears.

"Yeah??" He smirked and kissed you again

"Mmm pleasee" you mumbled and he sat up to take his shirt off, his perfect physique just made you feel awful, your eyes teared up and he noticed it instantly. So he pulled you into his arms as you cried. You couldn't hold it anymore, the Insecurities, the fear of rejection,it made you bawl your eyes out.

"Ssshhh you know I'll wait for you when you're ready right darling? We don't have to do it if you don't want to" he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs as he spoke softly.

"It's not that..it's.. can I keep the shirt on while we do it?" You looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Why would you say that sweetheart? What's wrong?" You heard the concern laced in his voice and it made you sniffle

"I just.. I don't think you'd want me when you see me naked" his heart clenched and he kissed you softly

"Now that's just silly" 

"It's not ..I have seen the kind of women you have been with before, you love them curvy with flat stomach don't you and I don't have it, okay? I don't have full breasts you can squeeze when you're fucking me or watch them jiggle when I'm riding you and the one thing that's supposed to be flat..well it's not" 

He chuckled as he heard you, so you glared at him.

"It's not funny" 

"It's not..it's just I have been thinking about you riding me and that made me so hard so quick..see" he placed your hand in his bulge and it made your face heat up instantly

"That's what you do to me and I haven't had you naked underneath me yet"

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. Then you told him about your ex and his jaw clenched, just wanted to find your ex and punch the shit out of him.

"You really think that's all I care about don't you? Just your body" 

"That's all men care about"

"I'm not some midgardian man darling, your societal beauty standards are so damaging it bothers me deeply, and even if I was just another mortal man I wouldn't care about some extra lump of fat and skin or a lack thereof" you looked at him to see if he was messing with you but he was being serious.

"You know what makes me want to ravish the daylights out of you? Your mind, you're so smart, so beautiful. Your cute adorable face, you caught my eye the first time I saw you, then you tried to hide from me for so long and now that I know the reason and why you did that, somehow I just want to go back to that moment, take you in a secluded corner of that party and fuck you right there, fuck all those insecurities out of you" 

You felt your face heating up at the remark and he pulled you in for a kiss again, this time you didn't stop his hands from wandering, he ran his hands all over your breasts and then took your shirt off. You closed your eyes as you felt embarrassed but then you felt his lips on your nipples as pecked on it softly, his tongue circled around them and then he sucked it in. He spent a good amount of time just sucking and worshiping your breasts.

He got you all naked and then sat up to look at you

"You have no idea how beautiful you are to me darling, all bare and dripping, so soft to my touch" You moaned as he kissed on your torso and moved down. He couldn't wait anymore, he had waited so long to have you, he wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you.

"So fucking tight" 

 You couldn't stop moaning as his cock made you feel so full. 

"Look at you my love, you sound so sweet to me, such a good girl, taking every inch of me so well and what were you saying about me not being able to squeeze you?" he cupped your breasts and gave it a harsh squeeze, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes roll back into your head.

"Oh goddd lokiii" you moaned and gripped on his shoulders, he groaned as he felt your nails digging into his shoulder.

"Oh yes.. gorgeous..you're gorgeous my love..your pussy looks so good when it's stretched around my cock" 

As he made you cum around him, For a brief moment you forgot everything, you forgot about the lifelong Insecurities you had, he looked at you as if you were the prettiest woman he had been with. He didn't pull out even after he had filled you up, he stayed in as he leaned down and kissed you.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am, even though I can't do it myself" 

You teared up and he kissed your forehead. He made it his mission from that day onwards that he'd make you realize how beautiful you are, he promised himself that he'd make you fall in love with your body someday, just the way he was. 

[xutokawa]

aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined. 

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you. 

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back. 

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague. 

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret. 

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago. 

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. 

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind. 

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat. 

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling. 

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving. 

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands. 

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger. 

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust. 

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

[matchablossomwrites]

Hi, I really like your writing!! Can I request Mikey and Izana (u can add more if u want to) react to them hitting their s/o during an argument and how would they apologize ? Angst with comfort, also gn!reader pls (im craving for angst and fluff rn :DD) U don’t need to if u don’t want to write it ofc :)) I respect ure decision ^^ thanks for ure time ❤️

Hey hey hey! Thank you so much for this request! I had a ton of fun writing it ^^ I hope it's up to par with your expectations. I'm so sorry it took this long. I've had an incredibly busy week with my new job and college, but I did my best! I hope you have a wonderful day/night.

Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro

"y/n I don't want to see you right now. Just leave before you regret staying here any longer" he warned "Leave" The air grew more and more icy with each word that came out of his mouth.

You just wanted to check up on him. He'd been so distant lately and this is how he thanks you? You were so worried. Anger boiled up inside of you as you stared at the man in front of you.

His expression was blank. He was going to snap soon. patience was wearing thin for both parties. He didn't exactly have a good day. Things went terribly wrong today and Baji Keisuke had died a few months prior and he was cycling through the stages of grief. The last thing he needed was for you to show up out of the blue like this and confront him now

But it's not like you knew this. You knew Baji had died and you were still easing through grief yourself. God you missed him, but you were coming to terms with the fact that there was no way to turn back time and save him. Mikey was still coping with this. They were best friends. of course this was something that would affect him way more than it would affect you.

"Huh? Are you really telling me this? Mikey I've been so worried about you and this is the thanks I get? I came here to check up on you and even took the day off to spend it with you. I could've been spending my time in so many other ways but I came to check up on you because I care about you!" you yelled you were angry to the point of yelling. Things were getting more and more tense.

Anger boiled inside of him. it was becoming unbearable. "And guess what? I don't care. I don't care that you took all this time off for me. Absolutely no one asked you to be a tragic hero and try to fix me. I don't need fixing. So, I'll say this one more time because apparently you don't know how to take a hint. Go. away." he hissed as his smile turned into a frown.

"Baji wouldn't have wanted you to push us away, you know. He would have-" you began.

However you weren't able to finish your sentence as you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek.

"Shut up! You don't know what he would've wanted! I don't know! You don't fucking know either! Ok?" he hissed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "You don't understand now and you'll never understand! So don't tell me that he wouldn't want me to act like this or whatever! Got it! Because you will never FUCKING know." he growled as he went to point at you.

Suddenly, he was brought back to reality by the sound of you whimpering as you covered your head, attempting to protect yourself. You were too afraid to say anything else to further upset him. You tried so hard not to cry, but with the stinging paired with fear tears cascaded down your face as you attempted to protect yourself from him. "Please don't hurt me.. I'm sorry" you apologized

"Oh god..." he trembled. "oh god, oh god, oh god. what have I done? y/n I'm so sorry." Mikey's eyes widened as he looked at your shaking form in front of him. He attempted to reach out and hold you, however his sudden movement scared you, causing you to flinch.

It was then that he realized the damage he'd done. Guilt hit him like a semi truck. "baby please don't cry. I'm so sorry I let this happen. I never meant to hurt you." he choked out, voice wavering. At that moment all of his emotions that he had been bottling up came pouring out like a waterfall. all the anger, despair, loneliness, and guilt finally made themselves known.

Seeing him break down in front of you made you realize how much he was truly hurting. "P-Please don't go. I'm so sorry." he whimpered. "I never meant for you to see me like that. I'm a monster god I'm so sorry." he apologized. The more you saw him break down the more you realized how bad he truly felt about this.

So, you resigned even though alarm bells were still softly blaring in your head and allowed yourself to be embraced by him. "Don't leave me... please" he whimpered. At this point you both were crying, though neither of you cared that your jackets were getting wet. you weren't sure what to say.

So, you decided not to say anything and let him calm down as you attempted to calm down yourself. Once you both calmed down, Mikey pulled away to look you in the eyes. "Please don't go... I can't lose you too" he begged as he held your face in his hands. He was trembling, absolutely terrified of what he'd done to you. You were his lifeline. He needed you. "I've got you. I promise I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, Mikey, and it hurts to see you like this." you sighed as you gazed at him with a soft expression.

It was then Mikey broke down again. though not for the same reason. It was because he was so grateful he had someone like you by his side. Someone so forgiving and compassionate. "I love you" he whimpered. "Thank you"

"I love you too"

Izana Kurokawa

Things weren't always like this. You were sure of it. But lately your nights were filled with screaming and harsh words. Despite this it was never anything too bad. Either he'd apologize with a bouquet of red tulips, white orchids, and purple hyacinths or a teddy bear and chocolates

But this... this was too far.

You don't really remember how it happened if you were honest. One moment you were having a peaceful conversation. However the moment you brought up Mikey since you'd recently met him at your school.

That's when the mood got sour. He'd said a few things and you retorted with your own set of phrases. Soon the fight grew personal. things were going too far. Both of you were saying things you really didn't mean, but since you both were in the heat of the moment there was no longer a filter stopping you from saying those harsh words and phrases.

Things peaked when he harshly shoved you against the wall in a fit of rage. You were terrified of him, but you didn't dare let him know that. you tried to shove him away but he slapped you. That's when you have had enough. You packed your things, not saying a word to him. Then, when he was asleep you quietly made your escape.

When he woke up however he was shocked and scared. He looked around the shared apartment. there were no signs of you anywhere. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to figure out his next steps, but his thoughts were preventing him from doing so.

Has he finally done it? Had he finally driven you away to the point of never wanting to see him again? He understood if you did. He knows that what he did wasn't right, but he still wanted to make one final attempt at reconciliation and if it failed, all he could do was accept that.

But where have you gone? He had no absolute clue, however he knew you were good friends with Kakucho, so he dialed up his best friend, praying to whatever cruel god was out there that you were at least still alive and safe.

After a few rings Kakucho picked up. In a panicked state he began explaining what he had done, though Kakucho stopped him. "they don't want to see you right now. Leave them alone." he replied, clearly feeling bad for the other party. "Are they with you?" he asked. "No" he replied. "Are you lying to me?" Izana asked. "no." he sighed. "Where do you think they would go if they had no where else to go, Izana?" Kakucho asked.

Their parents. The answer was glaringly obvious but he was so panicked it didn't even cross his mind. "But, Izana now is not the time. Please. Give it a few days. Imagine how they feel." Kakucho replied. "fine..." he sighed.

The next few days Izana spent thinking of what to say and how to apologize. The more he thought over that night, the more he realized he fucked up. As he sat at a table at a cafe that had been your first date with him, he saw you crossing the road, talking with Kokonoi and Inui who also happened to be your friends.

However the more he looked the more he realized that even though you were smiling it wasn't reaching your eyes. It then dawned how much he had truly hurt you. He then raced towards you, not caring if others were watching.

He didn't give a fuck about how crazy he looked in that moment as he sprinted towards you because he knew that if he prolonged this any longer it would only hurt you even more. "y/N!" he yelled, causing you to jolt, effectively capturing your attention as well as Inui and Kokonoi's as well.

"The hell do you want?" Kokonoi hissed as he protectively put his arm in front of you. "Can't you see they don't want to see you! You slapped them and hurt them and you have the AUDACITY to come out here and follow us!?" "Koko... it's ok. Thank you for caring about my safety" you smiled softly at the taller man while Inui glared at Izana. "Fuck this up and I promise you, you won't be allowed to be even within a continent of them" Inui growled before they walked away, allowing the two fo you your privacy.

The two of you then decided to talk it over at the cafe he'd been sitting at. As the two of you sat down, it was then you finally got a good look at him. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and he was distraught.

"y/n I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better... It wasn't your fault to begin with. This whole mess was my fault and... and it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. I was out of line. God you must hate me... you can't even look at me in the eyes." he mumbled as he let out a sad chuckle.

He felt his chances growing smaller and smaller with each passing minute. He was sure this was the end. The more he thought about it, the more he should've seen this coming. He was so harsh to you, spewing insult after insult at you, yet you always came back to him every time.

The silence was suffocating him. 'Just end it already' he thought to himself as he gazed up at you. 'I can't take it anymore. It hurts.' "Izana '' You spoke up finally, causing him to jolt as he slowly looked up at you. "I think I finally understand you… you’re scared.” you looked down at your lap. Just where were you going with this? He didn’t know. “You’re scared of being happy because the last time you were happy everything came crashing down like a castle of sand… That’s gotta be the reason you keep hurting me right? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. But every single time this happens the harder it is for me to trust you. To trust that you even care about me anymore. You always tell me you love me, Izana, but I don’t know if I believe it anymore” you sighed as you began tearing up.

The more you spoke the more he realized how badly he fucked up. “I thought this was real, was this real? Or were you just using me just like everyone else? Were you using me to get happy? It’s getting difficult and I’m not sure how long I can keep doing this… especially after you won’t even allow me to meet new people” you muttered. “y/n… I’m so sorry” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I never realized you felt this way… god you should’ve told me” “You never cared enough to ask” you muttered.

Izana then got up from his seat across from you before he took you in his arms. He knew the damage he’d done was irreparable, but at least he could try to make it up to you in other ways. “I’m so sorry I made you think I never loved you. God I never meant for that to happen. You’re my home, y/n. I should’ve been more open… I shouldn’t have let my fears take over, I’m sorry. And I know ‘sorry’ isn’t what you want to hear from me right now, but I promise I still love you and I promise I’ll never let this happen again” he choked as he shook his head, truly feeling bad for what he’d done to you. “Izana… please can’t we just go back to how things were when we first fell in love?” you whispered. “I’m sorry… I don’t think that’s possible, but I promise I’ll give you the best possible future.. Just don’t leave. Please” he begged, his voice growing softer towards the end of his sentence.

“Ok… Just know that I’m going to make sure you keep your promise” you smiled, the same smile he’d fallen for when he was child. “I will. Thank you” he smiled.

“You idiot… you broke our promise” you sobbed as you knelt at his grave, holding a bouquet of red tulips and stargazer lilies close to your chest.

A/n: Thank you for your support

[babyboibucky]

Promises, promises

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.

Word Count: 6,555 (oops I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Angst, a tiny bit of self-doubt but with a happy ending!!!

A/N: Some tags aren’t working, damn u tumblr! Anyway enjoy the angst and the shitty writing lmfao. Also kinda want to do ficlets for these two??? Like short fics about the happenings in their relationship, their first date, how they dealt with the break up idk, lemme know if anyone’s interested in that xoxo

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It's been four and a half years since Bucky broke up with you and honestly, you're fine now. Fine, as in you've moved on from him and that you haven't been stalking his Instagram account anymore or have been asking Steve how he's doing since the break up. You're fine now, really.

There was not an ounce of denial left in your body after almost two years of pining and self-blame. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten the pain he caused you when he woke up one day and realized that he didn't need you anymore.

Forgive and forget they often told you and you badly wanted to do so. But it wasn't that easy to do, not when you still feel the pain as if it only happened yesterday.

"What did you say?" your forehead creased as you walked around the kitchen counter, quickly approaching Bucky who had his back to you as he stood in the living room of your shared apartment.

You weren't sure if you heard him right, or if he actually said anything. Perhaps you were just hearing things? Just this morning he woke up and greeted you with his charming smile before pressing a soft peck on your lips. You had cooked breakfast together, laughed together and even talked about what to have for dinner.

Sure, something about his demeanor earlier was a bit off, but you assumed it had something to do about his work and not because he wanted to break up with you.

Right?

"Bucky, what did you say?" you pressed when Bucky remained quiet; he didn't even turn around to face you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, "I said I need space." he murmured.

"What do you mean, Buck?" you asked again, voice small and shaky as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

Of course you knew what exactly Bucky meant by that, but you didn't want to believe it. You were hopeful that maybe this was one of those petty fights you used to have, one where Bucky would spend the night over at Steve's. He'll come around the next day, he always does that. You always woke up to him whispering apologies to your ear and you would say your sorry too.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before finally turning to you, "I can't do this anymore." he said, shaking his head before averting his gaze to the floor.

He must have seen the look in your eyes when he faced you. As much as you believed that you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, it never worked on Bucky. He was the only person who could always read you; you could never hide from him.

"Bucky, I don't understand." you let out a nervous chuckle as you hugged yourself, biting your lower lip to prevent them from quivering as you held back the urge to cry.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, "I just...you've been too...fuck, I don't know how to say this without hurting you. I really don't want to." he admitted dejectedly, looking up at you.

You scoffed, "Just fucking say it, Bucky. I'm already hurt just by having this conversation." you told him.

"You're too good for me. Way too good."

Bucky’s words echoed in your mind again as you laid your eyes on him, four and a half years after your break-up. And just like that, you were back to square one.

You did your best to avoid him after he left, you felt like Bucky too tried to do the same. It was harder than you thought, given that you belonged to the same circle of friends. There were missed birthday parties, anniversaries and get togethers. If you knew Bucky was going to be there, you’d bail. Thank god you had a bunch of understanding friends who never took your absences against you.

But an engagement party between two of your friends? Now that was something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.

You’ve been really happy for quite a while now, to the point that it never crossed your mind that Bucky would surely be attending as well. He had been out of your system since the day you decided to move past him, which is why you thought that you were finally a-okay.

Tonight proved you wrong because as you watched Bucky smile and greet your friends, you realized that you still wanted to punch him and hurt him and tell him that you were still in lo—

“Hi.”

You were too focused on daydreaming about how you wanted to hurt Bucky that you failed to notice that he made his way to you and was now waiting for you to greet him back.

Bucky was smiling at you the same way he did on the night you first met at a college house party. You and Bucky have been together for that long.

“Hi.”

The music was too loud that you missed out on the stranger’s greeting, if not for his shadow looming over your hunched figure as you sat on the staircase, you would’ve completely ignored him.

The guy was looking down at you with a charming smile that made your cheeks turn pink. He was tall and slightly muscular, something you noticed right off the bat all thanks to the tight red henley he was sporting. The guy had long hair too, but it was tied back into a low man bun that was messy enough to leave tendrils of stray hair to frame his handsome face.

“Hi.” He repeated with a chuckle, a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he bit his lip at the sight of you just staring up at him.

“Hi?” You stammered awkwardly.

He laughed, “Um, can I pass through or is there some sort of password required?”

You realized that you had been blocking his way, everyone’s way actually. Quickly, you apologized and stood up to leave your spot only for the guy to block your way before you could even hop off of the last step of the staircase.

Thinking that you must have confused him and the direction you intended to go, you murmured a soft apology again before sidestepping him but to no avail. You looked up at him with a frown when you noticed that he was intentionally blocking your way.

It didn’t help that he was way taller than you. Despite the one being on the last step of the staircase, the guy still loomed over you.

“Excuse me?” You snapped and tried to move past him but he was way bigger than you and managed to stop you from passing through.

He had a cheeky smile on as he watched your futile attempt to squeeze your way out of his large body. You huffed out when he held onto the rail while his other hand on the wall, completely trapping you on the staircase.

“What’s the password?” He asked, still grinning at you.

You deadpanned, “Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him blankly before glancing at his hands, observing whether you had a chance at prying them away from where they held on. It was then that you noticed how his left hand was covered in tattoos. The sleeve of his henley rode up quite a bit to reveal that his tattoos reached his wrist, he probably had his entire left arm sleeved with ink.

“Can I please pass?” You huffed out when you concluded that there was no way you would be able to escape him.

“Like I said, I need a password.” He insisted.

“Penis.” You stated, face free from any sort of expression.

The guy choked on his laughter, “Why would you honestly think that?” He asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I thought you guys liked dick jokes.” You reasoned out.

The guy laughed as he shook his head, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

“It’s not the password?” You asked. “Don’t I get a hint or something, I really don’t have time for games right now. I have to go back to my dorm. I have a test tomorrow.” You told the guy.

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about a test. What’s your major anyway?” He asked.

You groaned, “Like I said, I don’t have time for games or even for a conversation. Come on, just let me pass through!”

The guy hummed as he stared at you, as if he was thinking of something. You wanted to look away but he had beautiful ocean blue eyes that you found yourself slowly getting lost in.

“I’ll give you hints.” He announced. “Two hints actually, because I’m feeling generous.”

“Okay, then. Just spit it out!” You rushed.

The guy grinned.

“The password is made up of your name followed by your number.”

“Hi.”

You blinked when Bucky repeated his greeting. When you regained your senses, you cleared your throat and simply nodded at him as acknowledgment. You saw how Bucky’s smile faltered seconds before you looked away and pretended to look for someone.

“I can’t believe you just brushed me off.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

Bucky had cut off his hair right after graduation. He sported a clean cut since then but now he had longer locks; not as long as his college hair though. It just looked fluffier, you fought the urge to imagine how it’d feel through your fingers.

“I can’t believe you just expected me to greet you as if nothing happened.” You told him, letting your eyes wander around the place.

Bucky exhaled heavily and shook his head, “I thought we’d be okay by now.” He admitted. “Guess I was wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, snapping your head into his direction after avoiding his gaze earlier. “I am okay, but that doesn’t mean I am okay with being around you.” You hissed.

“I honestly thought we’d still be friends, you know. Civil at least.”

What has gotten into Bucky’s mind for him to expect a lovely reunion between the both of you? Things didn’t end well, he just left. He was too ambitious to even think that you’d greet him with rainbows and butterflies.

“We’re not friends, Bucky. Not even acquaintances.” You told him.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something until someone tapped on the mic, announcing that the newly engaged couple, Wanda and Vis, had something to say to their guests. By the time he looked back at you, you had already walked away and joined Nat at their table.

It reminded Bucky of the days when he used to watch your back retreat into your dorm whenever he walked you home.

“So, you gonna tell me the password or what?”

You felt all your blood rush to your head and you’ve never been thankful for existence of strobe lights. You were probably red as a tomato. Who wouldn’t be anyway? This handsome dude just asked for your name and number!

“Is this a joke?” You managed to asked and thanked the heavens that you didn’t stutter.

The guy shook his head, “I don’t really joke around.” He shrugged.

“Why do you even want to know my name and number?” you curiously asked.

Bucky shrugged, “Been watching you since you arrived.”

“Creeper.” you accused.

“Hard not to when you’re the only grumpy person in a party. I know your friends dragged you here, I mean you said you have a test tomorrow and you don’t seem the type to party a day before. Besides, you’ve been keeping to yourself the entire time. Figured you might want some company, one with substance.” he boastfully wiggled his eyebrows at you.

His confidence appalled you but you were also surprised at how he seemed to have read your mind. Or personality, in general.

“Hey, Bucky!”

You watched the guy turn his head towards front door where a blonde guy— Steve from the student council, you recognized— entered. You thought it’d give you a chance to slip away but the guy, well Bucky, kept his hands in place.

“Kinda busy right now, pal. I’ll catch up with you later.” He said.

Steve’s gaze moved past Bucky until they landed on you. He chuckled as he shook his head at his friend’s antics. Steve walked away but not without acknowledging you.

“He may not seem like it, but Bucky’s a good guy. You can take my word for it.”

Bucky turned to you and lifted an eyebrow, “I mean, coming from a student council member, that’s a pretty credible source.” He said confidently.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. You had to admit, Bucky had a way with words and actions. His boyish charm was working on you and you hated how easily you were falling for it. And you just met the guy like ten minutes ago!

“So, what’s the password?” Bucky asked again.

You tapped your foot as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You promise to let me go if I tell you?”

Bucky made a face, “I don’t think that’s the right term because you can expect more of me once you give me the password. But I’ll definitely step aside. That’s a promise.” He reassured.

“Promises are meant to be broken.” You stated.

“Yeah, well watch me prove you wrong. Password? Pretty please?” He asked cutely and fuck, Bucky was really winning you over just like that.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you tell him your name and number. Just as he promised, Bucky stepped aside and quickly fished out his phone to type in your number. You honestly didn’t expect for him to remember it after hearing it once, but you peeked and he actually did. Impressive.

“Like I promised, off you go to study.” He said and motioned his arm towards the front door.

You sighed and offered a small smile before finally walking past him. You were about to open the front door when Bucky beat you to it.

“I told you ‘let go’ is the wrong term ‘cause I’m walking you home tonight.” Bucky said. “And tomorrow night too. And the next night and the next next night. Or afternoon. Morning? Whatever time your classes finish.”

Bucky really proved you wrong that night because he did walk you home the next night and the next next night too. It went on until he no longer had to watch you enter your dorm or apartment because eventually, the two of you ended up going to the same home.

It’s very ironic really, that it was also Bucky who failed to prove you wrong when he broke his promise not to hurt you, ever. You wondered whether it was your fault that you actually believed in him. It was hard not to though, because Bucky’s earned your trust from all the promises he made and kept.

Which is why it was even more painful when one day, he decided to break the one promise you truly held on to.

“I’ll always love you, you know that right?”

Bucky blurted it out randomly that his statement confused the hell out of you. The two of you were just playing a video game when he said it, making you hit pause.

“And where did that come from?” You asked with amusement.

Bucky frowned, “You could’ve reacted differently. I was hoping for a high-pitched ‘awwww!’ and this is what I get?” He teased, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb to pull you close so he could bite your nose playfully.

“You said it out of the blue!” You told him with a laugh. “But it made me happy though.” You admitted and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, well it’s true. I mean, this thing we got? It’s forever.” Bucky said and lovingly smiled at you.

You pretended to gag at his words but it was obvious that you felt like you were on cloud nine when Bucky said that. “Cheeseballs!” You teased.

“This cheeseball’s gonna put a ring on that finger one day. That’s a promise!”

A finger snapped right in front of your face, “You good?” Nat asked.

You nodded and tried your hardest not to look at Bucky. He was seated with Steve, Sam and some other guys at the table next to yours. You could feel him staring at you and it was making you anxious.  Nat and Sharon exchanged looks before letting out a sigh in unison.

“Come on, I’m fine. Stop looking at me like that!” You told them with a forced chuckle.

“What did Bucky say?” Sharon asked. She’d seen Bucky approach you upon his arrival, saw the expressions you both had as you talked and knew immediately that it didn’t go well.

Nat hummed before taking a quick sip from her glass of wine, “We’ve been watching and we’re curious.”

“He was expecting for us to be friends.” You simply stated.

Nat and Sharon groaned and rolled their eyes, “What a dick.” Nat said.

“Men really do have the audacity.” Sharon laughed and shook her head.

You joined her laughter and lifted up your own glass of wine, “I’ll drink to that.” You said before finishing your drink in one go.

One glass of wine turned into two and then three and then four. Six drinks later and you were buzzed and unstoppable. You weren’t that drunk, you were good at handling alcohol but you were tipsy for sure. The formalities of the engagement party were finally done and the guests were left to mingle around.

Wanda and Vis immediately went to your table to catch up and after giving them your heartfelt congratulations (and apologies for missing out on plenty of events), you decided to step out of the venue to get some fresh air.

The silence allowed you to process your thoughts, the same thoughts you had repressed for years. You were happy for Wanda and Vis, truly. The two have been the epitome of soulmates and it was only right for them to end up tying the knot. But you also couldn’t help but wonder, would you and Bucky end up in marriage too had he decided to stay and work things out with you?

You lift up your left hand and stared at your bare ring finger. Just a few years ago, you’d been wearing a simple gold band studded with tiny diamonds around it— a promise ring. Bucky had given it as a gift on your 6th anniversary. You’d gotten together when you were just 19 and Bucky 21. People always doubted that your relationship with him wouldn’t last long given that the two of you were so different. Not to mention, Bucky had a reputation. Girls fawned over him; he was tall and handsome, had a rugged appeal to him thanks to his long hair and tattooed left arm. He drove a damn motorcycle that got him into trouble plenty of times.

You were Miss Goody Two Shoes who played it safe and Bucky was the Big Bad Wolf who liked taking risks.

It was a surprise when your relationship with him kept on progressing and the next thing you knew, the both of you have been together for a total of eight long years. It would’ve reached nine but shit happened and Bucky decided that those eight years didn’t matter to him anymore.

“Can we talk?”

If Bucky asked you that a couple of years ago, you would’ve probably punched him in the face and kneed him at the crotch before running away. Well, you still wanted to do so but a part of you wanted to talk things out. Get a proper closure maybe since Bucky failed to give you a detailed explanation that would help you understand why he chose to leave you.

Nat told you once that some things are better left unsaid. You spent years secretly pining for Bucky after the break up, spent nights questioning yourself where you lacked that made him leave you. You’d asked Steve about Bucky whether he met someone knew or how he was dealing with the break up; it did you more damage than good until you finally gave up and decided to actually move on.

But now that Bucky was here and there was no way to avoid him, maybe you deserved this confrontation after all.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the pavement right in front of you.

You felt Bucky stand beside you, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans before turning to you, “About us.”

You snickered, “Us? What about us? What is there to talk about us?” You asked, turning your head to face him.

Bucky’s eyes have always been your favorite feature of his. They were very expressive and if Bucky could see through you every damn time, it was his eyes that you could always read. They were still blue but they held a certain emotion in them as he gazed at you.

Sadness and...regret?

Before your assumptions could get the best of you, you turned away and waited for Bucky to speak again.

“I can’t keep on avoiding you.” He said. “I’ve been doing so for the past few years and it kills me.” He admitted.

“And you think I want to keep doing this too? I’ve missed out on so many occasions because I just couldn’t be around you. You’re not the only one struggling.” You said.

Bucky shrugged, “Then let’s stop avoiding each other.”

The way he suggested it almost offended you; he was so nonchalant about it as if it was so easy to just let him waltz back into your life. Truth was, you dreamt of the day that he’d come crawling back to you. But you knew better than to let your walls down just because you miss him.

“When Steve told me that you seemed to be doing well, I really thought it meant that we can become friendly with each other, y’now. I mean, eight years. Those years meant so much to me, we’ve been through a lot and—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Barnes?!” You bitterly chuckled.

“If those eight years together really meant a lot to you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve allowed me to work it out with you! But what, you broke up with me because you thought I was too good for you? That you felt suffocated just because I was looking out for you?”

You didn’t mean to snap at Bucky like that, in your mind you thought you would be able to have a calm conversation with him. But with the alcohol running through your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from expressing yourself and and feeling the same way you did on that specific night.

“Too good? How am I too good for you, Buck?” You asked, immediately wiping off the tears that escaped your eyes.

“You have everything planned out! For yourself, for us. And it makes me feel fucking useless! I see you work your way up at your job and I’m still figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life!” He exclaimed.

You shook your head, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered. “If you told me this then I could’ve done something about it, Buck! Rather than let it get this far, I would’ve fixed it.” You told him and tried to reach out but Bucky took a step back.

“That too! You’re a fixer! You always end up fixing things. This relationship has become an endless cycle of me fucking up things and you picking up the pieces. And every single time you clean my mess, I feel like you’re hoping I’d be like the others. It’s like you’re trying to make me into a person I’m not just so I could fit this, this certain mold you had in mind!” He accused you.

You wiped again your tears and refused to believe him, “That’s not true, Bucky! I’ve always loved you for who you are, I never asked you to change for me!”

“Yes, you do! You never said it but I always felt it...when Steve got promoted and when Sam finally launched his business. You always wanted me to be like them, you never said it out loud but that’s what you made me feel whenever we talk about my job...or lack thereof.” He chuckled bitterly.

Bucky may not be traditional in the sense that he considered himself an artist. He never liked the idea of settling for a nine to five desk job so he took on a job as a tattoo artist. It wasn’t a permanent job and he didn’t have clients demanding for him all the time so it gave him time to work for a motorcycle shop too.

It was never a problem for you but practically speaking, your and Bucky’s joint savings wouldn’t be enough for the future that the both of you have planned out.

“I’ve been supportive of you! I never asked you to give up on those jobs, Bucky.” You defended yourself.

Bucky nodded his head, “You don’t know it but you do. That’s how I felt whenever you suggested that I try something else.”

“It’s because I know you can do so much more! Stay at the tattoo parlor and mechanic shop, then fine! But don’t settle because you have the potential to make it out there, that’s what I want you to know! I don’t understand why you’re limiting yourself, Buck. Why you’re suddenly so afraid.”

You carefully took a step closer to Bucky and thank god he let you this time. You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached out to cup his face in your hand. Bucky was livid, his chest rising heavily with every breath he took.

“You were the one who taught me to be brave, to take risks. I used to be so afraid, remember? Afraid to ride your motorcycle, to try out that job I thought I couldn’t handle. I was so scared to commit,” you chuckled, remembering how much you hesitated to give Bucky a chance when he asked you to be officially his girlfriend.

“...but you’ve always been there for me. And I want to do the same with you. I know that it seems scary to let go of what you believe is your calling. You don’t have to let go of it, Buck. But you gotta try something new too.” You said as you let your thumb caress the skin beneath his eyes.

There was silence between the two of you. Bucky had calmed down and you thought that it was over. Little did you know that it was simply the calm before the storm. Because the words that came out of Bucky’s mouth were the words you didn’t expect to hear.

��Well, this is me trying something new.”

Bucky refused to meet your gaze and simply let your hand move away from his face. You shook your head no as you turned around to compose yourself.

“We were fine this morning, Buck. What happened?” You asked and embraced yourself, seeking comfort you knew you’d only get if Bucky changed his mind.

“I thought we were fine too. But the tattoo parlor is closing in a month and we haven’t been getting plenty of clients at the motorcycle shop. And it just hit me y’now, I dread coming home to you because I know you’d be disappointed and that again, you’d offer to fix my shit and the thing is, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to fix my shit or tell me how to deal with my problems! I woke up and realized that I just don’t...” Bucky paused when you swiftly turned around with a frown, eyes brimming with a fresh new wave of tears.

“Don’t say it, Bucky. I’ll be better, I promise! I won’t nag you or pressure you into anything. Just please, don’t say it. Please don’t. We can still work this out.” You begged Bucky.

You weren’t sure you could take it, what he wanted to say. You already knew what he was going to tell you, you didn’t want to hear it. Let other people say it but god, it’d break you if you heard it from him.

“I’m sorry but I don’t need you anymore.”

The stabbing pain in your heart felt so familiar, the kind that punched all the air out of your lungs. You thought you were done crying over Bucky, but you were so wrong.

“I fucked up.” Bucky huffed out, bowing his head as if ashamed.

“You realized that just now?” You snickered. “Do you know how long it took for me to get over you? To forget the pain from hearing you tell me that you don’t need me anymore? After eight years together, Buck. You were my first everything and you gave up on us. And you really expected us to be friends, just like that?!” You spat.

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, lifting his head to look up at you and you were surprised that his eyes were glazed with tears.

“I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. Because you were right, I shouldn’t have settled then. But god I was an idiot, an insecure idiot.” He admitted.

“I was so used to being the one who guided you that it fucking hurt my ego when I noticed that you were becoming your own person outside of our relationship. I was supposed to be the one supporting you, pushing you to be better. You ended being the one leading me. I let my ego get the best of me and thought I’d be better off without you. But it was the biggest mistake of my life because when I left, I felt even more lost.” Bucky explained.

You were left speechless, you weren’t sure why Bucky was telling you all this. Did he want you back or was he simply apologizing? You didn’t have words so you remained quiet and waited to see whether Bucky had more to say.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. I hurt you. I should’ve stayed, should’ve worked with you to fix our relationship. I hate what we’ve become, I sincerely wanted us to be civil with each other at least.” He said.

“Bucky, you’ve been saying the same thing over and over again. I’m not sure you understand the situation. I can’t be friends with you. Not after what happened. I thought I was fine but now I realized that I’ve never really moved on from the pain you caused me.” You told him and sniffed, looking back to check whether your friends could see you.

Thankfully, all the guests were still busy mingling with each other. It’s as if the universe meant for this confrontation to happen. But now you weren’t sure what to do after you finally got a clear explanation from Bucky.

“I wanted a fresh start with you.” Bucky said. “Thought that it would make it easier for me to win you over if we were friends again.”

You scoffed in disbelief, “It’s not that easy, Buck. I can’t just let you walk back into my life after your apology. It doesn’t work that way.”

You tried to move past him but he immediately blocked your way, “When I said I’ll always love you, I meant it. I still do. I want to make things right, please. Give me one last chance to fix this.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was Bucky’s words and how sincere he sounded that made your head spin. Your heart was racing and your palms turned cold. You wanted him back too, so bad but you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. He broke your heart and your trust, you weren’t sure if you’d survive if he left you again.

“I can’t continue this conversation, Bucky. I have to go.” You told him and made your way towards the door to the venue.

However, Bucky was quick to stand in front of the door. He had a determined look on his face, one that looked extremely familiar. You were still hurt but couldn’t deny the fact that you too, still love him.

Even after everything that had happened, Bucky still owned your heart.

“Bucky, can you please move? I want to go home.” You said and tried to reach for the door knob but Bucky moved and leaned against the door.

“You need a password to get through.”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re way too old for this, Bucky. I’m not playing with you.”

He shook his head, “I’m not playing either. Give me the password or else we’d be here the entire night.”

You huffed out, “This isn’t funny. Let me through.”

Bucky shrugged, “No can do. Like I said, I can do this all night.”

You deadpanned, “What’s the hint?” You asked with a defeated sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way you could walk past him without playing along with his stupid little game.

“Consists of three words.” Bucky said.

“Penis boobs vagina.”

Bucky cackled, “And I thought you said we’re too old for this.”

You groaned, “I’m serious, Bucky. Just let me go.”

“No. I made that mistake once and I’m not doing that again. I love you. And I promise that this time, it’ll be different. I know you still love me too, so again I am asking you to take a risk and say it.”

Bucky said it with conviction and you hated how it made your stomach flip. Up until this day, Bucky had a way to make you fold. And he could still read you.

“I’m not saying it, Bucky. How sure are you that I still feel the same anyway?” you asked.

Bucky tipped his head towards your neck, “Not sure if you just forgot but you’re wearing the promise ring as a necklace.”

Fuck. Of course, you’d forgotten about it. You may not have been wearing it on your finger, but you still continued to wear it. It meant a lot to you even after the break up, so much so that you couldn’t simply throw it away or remove it. You figured that it might be better to keep it around your neck. Out of sight, out of mind but still there. You wanted it to exist, it was a part of you.

“Say it and I promise that you won’t regret it.” Bucky insisted.

“Promises are meant to be broken. You proved that the night you broke up with me.” Your voice quivered when you said that.

“And I want to make it up for it for the rest of my life.” He reassured.

“History repeats itself. I don’t think I can deal with it again if you realized the second time around that you don’t need me. Buck, you really hurt me.” You said, voice cracking before you could even finish your sentence.

Bucky quickly took your face in between his hands and for some reason, it felt right. The warmth of his palm, the love in his eyes as he gazed at you, it felt like home.

“I know and I hate myself for it. So fucking much. But I promise you, it wouldn’t happen again. I fixed my life when you left, realized that you were right. I’m better now. So let me be the fixer this time, let me be the one to fix this mess, to pick up the pieces. Because I’m just as afraid to let you go again. I can’t do that again. I love you and I need you. I always did.”

The kiss he pressed on your forehead caused your walls to crumble down. All of a sudden you were sobbing into his arms and apologizing.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you then, Buck. I didn’t know, I’m sorry too.” You cried.

“Shh, no. Please don’t apologize.” Bucky coaxed as he pulled back to kiss your tears away. “None of this was your fault, baby. It’s all on me. Let me make it up to you, please?”

The term of endearment made your heart flutter and as much as you hated how Bucky easily won you over, again, the love you have for him was quick to outweigh it. You knew you shouldn’t have given in to him just like that, but this was Bucky. He was your greatest love, someone who owned your heart even after he left.

“I miss you, baby. Couldn’t fathom the thought of you being with someone else.” Bucky admitted as he hugged you tightly.

“I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I hated myself for hurting you. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

His hand rubbed circles against your back, helping you calm down after your breakdown. He swayed you from side to side, pressed kisses on your crown and whispered promises that he was sure he was going to keep and you basked in it. When you finally calmed down, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck and inhaled his scent.

He smelled the same, like comfort and love and trust. You hugged him tighter and smiled into his skin and mumbled, “I love you.”

Bucky chuckled, “You got the password right but I don’t think I’m letting you go just yet.”

“Nat and Sharon’s gonna kick our asses if they find out.” You chuckled.

He pulled back and stared at you lovingly, “I’ll take the hit for you.” he laughed.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Forgiven.” You told him and stood on your tiptoes until Bucky bent down to meet your lips in a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss. Four and a half years of pain and anger all gone and replaced with the love you always had for Bucky. His lips against yours made you dizzy but in a good way.

It felt right, like this was how things were really supposed to be.

You pulled back and sighed, “As much as I want to stay like this, I’m really tired.”

Bucky let you go but took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m driving you home tonight.” He said.

You smiled.

“And the next night. And the next next night.”

Yet again, Bucky proved himself to be worthy of another chance. Because he drove you home the next night, and the next next night. It went on until he regained your trust back and all was well enough for him to finally reveal the black velvet box that he had been keeping in his pocket since the night of your eventful reunion.

“You need a password to see what’s inside.” Bucky grinned up at you as he bent down on one knee.

You chuckled through your years, “Any hint?”

“One word, three letters.”

You wiped away your tears with a smile followed by a subtle nod.

“Yes.”

Bucky kept his promise all along, he really did put a ring on your finger. Took quite a while with plenty of obstacles that caused its delay, but a promise fulfilled nonetheless.

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[red-writes]

soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

+

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

+

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest. 

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment. 

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss. 

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream. 

+

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.