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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year

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Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing...

This boy is your own worst nightmare.

Ever since you first met, as children, playing around the village, he has taken a liking to you.

He’s that sort of dumbass child who only wants to play around from before sunrise, to absolute midnight.

You can’t just play all day, of course - You’re the daughter of the village healers, so, unlike Saw Paing, you are actually busy!

And not empty-headed.

To this day, you still have no idea what exactly possessed him to like you so much, as you haven’t even properly talked before...

But for the next 15 years, Saw Paing asked you out.

Every. Single. Day.

And every single time, you declined him.

Though he was exasperating, especially when he appeared out of nowhere, sometime even hanging upside down from the roof and facing him as soon as you opened the door to the outside, just to grin widely and SHRIEK good morning or whatever.

If you weren’t already the healer’s daughter, you’d have had him pay the bill for your hearing problem appointments.

Despite how incredibly persistent Saw Paing is, like a cockroach thriving through the radiations of Chernobyl, he’s still your best and only friend.

The best part of him is when he’s cooking.

Although you claim to cook ‘together’, it’s always him who ends up doing everything.

And his cooking is out of this world good.

Not only that, it’s also the only time, except for sleeping, when Saw Paing isn’t yelling from the top of his lungs.

He’s actually adorable.

You also appreciated how sweet he always was with you, being perfectly fine with being just best friends, and when you get a boyfriend, he doesn’t ask you out, but instead, asks you if you’re happy.

He also gives you the best hugs in the world.

Saw Paing isn’t good at giving proper advice most of the time, but he’s good at shading other people.

Despite how overly optimistic and positive this man is, if you want to gossip, he’s your guy.

He also makes you laugh big time, and there’s never a sad day with him by your side.

After 15 whole years and hearing 5478 times ‘May I court you?’ you finally agree.

He yells so loudly out of happiness that you’re pretty sure Gaolang heard him, all the way from Thailand.

Speaking of Gaolang - You hate him.

Not literally, no - But Saw Paing speaks of him CONSTANTLY, to the point that you can’t stand hearing the name of this Muay Thai fighter without imagining what kind of menace he is.

A friend of Saw Paing must be as obnoxious as him, if he can stand his guts, right?

For 5 whole years, you were doomed to hear of Gaolang Wongsawat, the fighter who defeated Saw Paing... But finally, after all these years, the Burmese is sooooo happy that you’re dating, that he ends up dragging you all the way to Thailand, to Gaolang’s apartment no less, and end up breaking in, despite the heavy security.

He also brought cake to celebrate with his best friend and girlfriend.

Hours after you awkwardly sit on the chair in the kitchen - And then he finally arrives - And he’s completely different from what you expected.

Apathetic, laid-back, silent, and he has a soft voice - Basically, the complete opposite of Saw Paing.

“What. The hell. Are you doing here.” the poor man dropped his grocery bags to the ground, only to cringe as he heard his name with screeched. “GAOLAAAAAAANG, MY ETERNAL RIVAAAAAAAL!” Saw was jumping up and down from pure glee. “Yell louder, I think my mum didn’t hear you, all the way from the village.” you groan, rubbing your ears. “Gaolang! Gaolang! Listen - This is my girlfriend, Y/N! Isn’t she the best?!” his eyes widened even more, hearing that name. “I see. Good for you, Saw Paing. But that doesn’t answer my question.” the Thai tried, in vain, to hold the obnoxious man down. “Yoroizuka Saw Paing, sit down right now.” like an obedient puppy, Saw uttered a small ‘yes’ and sat down on the chair next to you. Sighing, you got up and extended your hand to the owner of the apartment. “I’m not sure if I should introduce myself first, or ask my forgiveness in his stead - But it’s great finally meeting you... After so many years of hearing about you.” The poor man looked down at you, a bewildered expression on his face - He wasn’t sure if the fact that Saw Paing listened to you without a single complaint, or that you were the complete opposite of your boyfriend - You were actually normal! “I can say the same, Miss Y/N.” “GAOLANG! I’M SO HAPPY AND HYPED UP! LET’S FIGHT!” both you and Gaolang glared at the man and said a firm ‘no’. He quieted down.

You and Gaolang became instant best friends, and he takes notes on how to successfully make Saw get the hell away from him and stop stalking him even inside the shower, just to challenge him to a fight.

Though you both get easily annoyed with the Burmese, you had tons of lovely stories to tell about him.

Whenever Saw was too busy with underground fights to protect your village, you’d hang out with Gaolang and have a picnic in the beautiful gardens of the King’s Palace.

“When I was five years old, I wanted to play around with the others, but they didn’t really want me - I was never really athletic, being always busy with helping my parents with healing people - Saw noticed I was lonely by the side while everyone was playing, so he took the ball and got me away from the others. Said I don’t need them, and taught me how to play football and volleyball. He always went super easy on me and let me win. It was... Really cute.” Gaolang smiled, seeing the cute blush on your face - His friend was lucky to have someone love him as much as you do.

“My parents always trusted Saw to take care of me, so he let us go out at night to watch the stars. Saw tried to flex his star-knowledge, but he was wrong more often than not. He didn’t get mad when I corrected him and told him the facts, or when I’d show him constellations, or tell him trivia about planets. I’d actually hear him boasting about how smart I am, and how cool the stars are... Even though most people couldn’t care less about unimportant things like the celestial bodies.” if only he knew the fondness with which you spoke of him, Gaolang was sure Saw Paing would propel himself to the moon with happiness.

“I’m actually pretty bad at cooking, despite making revolutionary potions, concoctions and ointments - Pretty pathetic, I know, it’s actually kinda funny - But Saw was always so patient with me, and he’d teach me how to cook; And when I’d be too tired from work, he’d just come over and cook me a ton of warm meals - Of course, he’d cook so much that he’d need to stay over and help me finish everything.” though you’d only been together for a few years, your stories made you sound like the most lovely married couple.

“I had a boyfriend once - A real jerk that one, been together only a month - He got so jealous at my friendship with Saw that he tried to hit me for allegedly cheating on him. I’ve never seen Saw so angry, he almost killed that guy - He deserved it though. He got very protective after that. I always feel safe with him. Don’t tell him that though, it’ll only get to his head, and he’s loud enough as it is.” your laugh signified a subtle joke, and Gaolang was sure Saw Paing was already well aware of all the things you’ve told him so far.

“I was really scared of leaving the village, though I really wanted to see the big cities, learn more about the modern life and what not, but I was too much of a coward. The unknown scares me. It was Saw who always took me with him to all of his fights, and we’d go together to explore around. Somehow, we never got lost, even if we were in a country that spoke a different language. He saw how much I liked everything around, so he got us a cute house with a garden. Home is still home, but we also like to see new things.” you were so head over heels in love with this man.

You always loved going to karaoke and hear the soft love ballads that Saw would dedicate you... Though Gaolang singing the Thai Anthem was always hilarious.

Though still a little energetic and childish, Saw Paing was always incredibly mature and romantic, despite rarely showing it - It was very endearing.

He’d get you flowers from the forest every day and gift them to you - A beautiful day for a beautiful lady must begin with a beautiful flower!

You were always there to encourage him in his lethwei journey - Especially as you were the one to always tend to him, and worried about his health and well being - And you knew about his father, and later, his brother and their death while working for Sanemitsu.

Somehow, Saw remained optimistic, and you were there by his side through everything; Even if he claimed to be a man, and the one supposed to take care of you, you’d simply shut him up with a kiss.

He was a fool in love.

When the Kengan Tournament began, he was more than eager to take you with him on the luxurious cruise ship, and though he was dressed in shorts and a classic hawaiian colourful short-sleeved shirt for dads on vacation, he had bought you a shit ton of super pretty clothes that you liked.

He always loves having you all happy and confident, and all dolled up, right next to him.

You were very happy to see Gaolang there also, so the three of you stuck like glue throughout the tournament.

You knew your fair share about fighting stuff from Saw, but seeing everything unfold in the ring, you were not only able to learn more theory, but witness styles that you’ve never even heard of before.

You pulled Saw in a long kiss when his first fight came by, and of course, you were sure he was gonna win - And he did, with great style!

Speak about hard-headed.

Of course, the Thai God of War also won, so the first night and the next day were filled with good times...

Until the second round came by, and they both lost - It was most devastating.

Unlike Gaolang, who became more motivated to get better and better, Saw was completely demoralised and wanted to completely give up fighting and eventually dig a hole and bury himself alive.

“You disgust me, Saw Paing! This isn’t the man who kept asking me out every day, for over five thousand times, fifteen years! You are a fighter - Get the hell up and fight!” you yelled at him, but he kept his head down. “Gaolang’s famous right fist is shattered - He can’t even feel it! But you know what? He’s still reaching for the skies, and he’s going to succeed! Why aren’t you the same?! Weren’t you always the one preaching about hard-work and positivity?! Where has all that gone?”

When he continued keeping his silence, you scoffed at him. “Don’t come sleep in our room until you’ve learnt your lesson.” “I don’t deserve you, Y/N.” you hear him mutter. “I wanted to ask you to marry me once I’ve won the competition and secured our Village. I failed you both.” “You’re pathetic. I don’t want to see you again. Not like this. Stay away from both myself and Y/N.” came Gaolang’s equally harsh comment, which made Saw whimper slightly.

Until the coup d’etat, Saw didn’t look for either you or Gaolang - But of course, he had to protect you and make sure his friend doesn’t destroy his right fist and becomes unable to fight and protect His Majesty, King Rama.

All the fighters of his Village were there to support Katahara and the organisation, and with a new thirst for life and need to protect those that he cherishes so much, he made his way outside of the coup halls and in search of you two.

When he saw you, he pulled you in a strong bear-hug and started crying, asking for your forgiveness and hoping you’ll want to marry him, even if he’s a loser and a dead-beat that can’t win a tournament.

It goes without saying, all three of you make up, and Gaolang becomes the Best Man at your wedding.

Along with Karo, you and Saw were Gaolang’s biggest supporters at the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, and biggest cheerleaders once you saw the dirty way in which he lost - By a ring out.

Though his win against Cos was fantastic, you were upset for him that he lost against that dumbass Rihito, or later on, against Mokichi the Vicar.

Still, you were happy that he was able to finally defeat Seki after so many tries.

Your boy was improving so fast, and you were so proud of him!

Not only that, but he was also so positive all the time, and didn’t allow himself to stump down to such unexpected lows.

Wherever you go, Saw is going to show you off like you’re some kind of movie star, and shout that you’re his perfect wife and what not.

Would make sure there’s always flowers in the vase on the table.

And he’s still the master chef of the house.

Is also incredibly fascinated about gardening, so will tend to your garden.

Every time you go out, he’s going to come home with a new garden ornament.

Biggest travel enthusiast there is, but loves to stay in the nature, especially the forest, the most.

Despite how energetic he is, he’d urge you to join him in meditating by the waterfall.

Would also love to bride your hair.

He’s very passionate when it comes to your intimate life, and will make sure you know how much he loves you.

Be it compliments, confessions or touches.

When you’re making love also, though he’s not as talkative, he will make sure you’re feeling comfortable and relaxed; He’d crack jokes or playfully kiss you or move you around, tickle or pinch you, only to hear you giggling.

Saw might need some looking after and a solid emotional support, but he’s a fantastic partner on whom you can rely on, and will always make sure you know how much he cherishes you with his entire heart.

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alterchaos · 6 months

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A HEART OF GOLD

A birthday party, an unlikely duo, and the search for the perfect gift! Can the two fastest beings in the universe make up their minds and make it on time? Perhaps the greatest gift of all is the memories we hold close in our hearts…

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: REGRET

NEXT CHAPTER: THE PERFECT DAY

Blades of grass danced gently in the hillside’s warm, late-spring breeze. The brilliant afternoon sun beamed down from above, inviting the scenery’s vibrant hue to awaken and share their artistry with the rest of the world. Flickies filled the air with their sweet, happy melody as peace continued to reign over Mobius, the incident with the Black Arms all but a distant and fading memory.

Shoom!

The grass stirred from the sudden gale, yet quietly returned to their gentle dance.

The flickies glanced at the streak of cyan now lining the hillside, yet they continued their peaceful tune without any worries or qualms.

Shoom!

He was known by many names: The Galactic Hero, The Hero of Mobius, The Fastest Being in the Universe, The Blue Blur…

But his closest friends called him by only one.

“Watch where you’re going, Faker!”

CRASH!!

The ‘Faker’ in question popped back onto his feet, rubbing the now sore spot on his head where he’d collided with the young, incredibly moody and admittedly just as fast, hedgehog, “Why don’t YOU watch where YOU’RE going!” He shook his head, “Grr! Look! I don’t have time for this Shadow! I’m gonna be late and I still haven’t found the perfect g-AH!”

His younger, arguably equally as powerful, counterpart had taken a swing at him. Sonic dogged, quickly shoving his arm to the other’s forehead, stopping the smaller hedgehog in his tracks while crossing his legs and comically looking down at his free hand as if to admire some nonexistent nail polish, “You done yet, kid? I don’t have all day.”

“Grrrr! Don’t call me ‘kid’!!! I’m 50 years older than you, you know!!”

“Taking a few long naps doesn’t count, kid. I still have five years of life experience over you.”

Shadow huffed in defeat and jumped back, relenting his futile position, “Where are you off to in such a hurry anyway?”

“I could ask you the same thing? You crashed into me too, you know?”

Shadow immediately jumped on the defensive, “I don’t have to answer that!”

Sonic held up his arms in surrender, “Okay. Okay. Sheesh!” He paused for a moment before continuing.

Sonic rubbed the back of his head nervously, “Well…today is Eve’s 16th birthday and…admittedly, I…haven’t found her the right gift yet…heh heh…” There was a moment of pause as his lack of a proper gift weighed on him, “She’s one of my best friends so…”

The younger hedgehog scoffed and flashed his older counterpart a cocky grin, “That’s pretty bad, Faker.”

A serious and stern expression crossed the Blue Blur’s face, “Not as bad as forgetting her birthday altogether. Am I right, Shadow?”

Shadow looked genuinely shocked, then jumped into a defensive stance once more, “I didn’t forget!! I…just…” He averted his gaze.

Sonic cocked his head in confusion for a moment before the realization of the kid’s situation hit him full force. A teasing and mischievous grin spread across his muzzle, threatening to consume his whole face if only he could let it.

“You can’t find her a gift either, can you?”

“…No.”

The hedgehog’s ebony hue turned almost as red as the stripes on his quills.

Sonic zipped in front of Shadow’s view, “Well then, why don’t we team up? We can find a couple of presents and head to the party together!”

Sonic gently nudged Shadow with a comical and teasing gesture, “C’mooooon! I’ll be fuuuunnn….”

Shadow turned away.

Shadow continued to look away before eventually offering a solution, “…Rouge has a lot of…’spare jewelry’…that we can look through…”

Sonic shot a suspicious glance at the mention of the supposedly ‘spare jewelry’. Knowing Rouge, they were most definitely priceless artifacts she’d snagged over the years. Also knowing Rouge, most of them had to have come from her hot-headed boyfriend up in the sky. Although Sonic couldn’t argue: the two of them did make for a surprisingly functional and cute couple.

With that, the two supersonic heroes raced through the hills, taking caution to not disrupt the flow of nature with any accidental speed boosts as they hurried to their—hopefully present-filled—destination. Though neither wanted to admit it to the other, neither would settle for some random, trivial gift. It had to be special. It had to have meaning. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a gift worth giving in the first place.

“Follow me.”

Within minutes, the two had arrived at a small, white, domed-shaped house close to the town Sonic and his closest friends frequented when searching for ingredients for Amy’s latest dish, selling parts and services to maintain his little brother’s workshop, or hosting a party like the one today for his dear friend who, at one point not all that long ago, had struggled to find her place as the only human among a world of Mobians…besides Eggman that is. Now, just over a year later, she was known and loved by many, always excited to visit town and see how everyone is doing; listening to their stories from over the years; entertaining the children with her music, games, and creativity; exploring and helping folks with the most menial tasks…

“Faker! Quit daydreaming! We’re here.”

She’d made a home for herself here and Sonic was happy for her.

Shadow reached inside his one sock, producing a small key. He inserted it into the door’s lock and turned the knob with a sharp ‘click’. He gently pushed open the door, which creaked slightly on its hinges. Sonic noticed the Ultimate Life Form’s tense demeanor practically melt away as he slid off his shoes on the heart-shaped mat at his feet. The blue hero followed suit, not wanting to disrespect the kid’s home, which Sonic took in with awe. Gentle beams of sunlight illuminated each room through pink-tinted curtains. A large, black sofa sat center in the living room, which led off seamlessly into a neighboring kitchen. Sonic was surprised to see a small flight of stairs near the front door leading to an upper story, given the small outward appearance of the house. Everything from the art, to the wall color, to the carpet, to the flowers and the vases: they were all either white, pink, or black.

And honestly, the aesthetic worked surprisingly well, giving the entire house a quiet, cozy atmosphere.

Sonic whistled, “I knew Rouge took you in after the whole ‘Metal Overlord’ incident, but I never expected…this. I’ve gotta hand it to you: this is a pretty nice place you’ve got here, Shadz!”

Shadow stiffened, whipping his head around, “DON’T call me that!!” Then he added under his breath, “Faker…”

“What was that?” Sonic asked smugly, having heard that last comment clear as day.

“Nothing! Look, just…pick something you like and get out! I have to figure out my present and get going.” He stormed upstairs.

Sonic rolled his eyes. He spotted a nearby jewelry dish and began making his way over, hoping to find something of note, “Sheesh! Wouldn’t kill you to show some hospitality you grumpy little-“

He paused, something near the sofa catching a ray of sunlight and reflecting a glittering gold light into his eye. He flinched at the sudden reflection but slowly made his way over to the object, picking it up to get a better look.

In his hand was a small, golden locket in the shape of a heart.

Curiosity got the better of him and Sonic popped the locket open, only to find that it was empty. There were no pictures. Just a shining, golden backdrop ready to be filled with the precious memories of its next wearer.

Sonic beamed, “Oh! Wow! Hey, this’ll be perfect!” He called out, turning back towards the front door, “Alright, Shadow! I’m ready to g-!”

“Give me that locket.”

His eyes met flaming-red irises, staring intensely at the locket he held in his hand.

“Huh!? No way! You said ‘pick something you like and get out’, so I did and I am!” Sonic began to walk towards his shoes before being interrupted by a sudden swipe at his hand. He dodged it, pulling his hand back defensively, taking care not to bump into any furniture.

“I want to give it to her!”

Shadow swiped again. Sonic dodged.

“Pick.”

Again, he swiped. Again, Sonic dodged.

“Something.”

“ELSE!”

Another swipe. Another dodge.

Sonic jumped up, gracefully landing on the backboard of the sofa where he now perched, clearly having the advantage, “Dude, what’s your deal!?”

Shadow rammed into the sofa with full force, “YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND!!!”

Sonic jumped down and grabbed the sofa with his free hand, restoring it to its original position, “Then HELP me understand! WHY is this so important to you!?”

“BECAUSE IT WAS MARIA’S!!!”

Both of them froze stiff, staring at the other hedgehog in shock. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, the tension in the air now gone, replaced with a quiet sadness. Sonic’s face grew concerned and sympathetic. He tried to find the words, but they caught in his throat, “I-I…” He didn’t know what to say.

Shadow sighed. He knew better from his recent adventures than to keep pushing everyone away with his anger. There was no way that blue idiot could have known unless he told him. He looked down and closed his eyes thoughtfully.

“Maria…she loved to read books and gain all the knowledge of the planet below. Pa-Professor Gerald built her a library on the Ark filled to the brim with them. There was knowledge, love, and care practically spilling out of that room. It was Maria’s favorite place to be and then, after I was born and found my way into her life…as a genuine member of the Robotnik family…it became my favorite place too. We would spend hours in there, day after day, week after week, year after year, her reading me all of her favorite books and teaching me everything she knew from the flora and fauna to the humans’ customs and tall tales.” Shadow smiled, letting out a small chuckle, “She even taught me how to read, you know. Every time I pick up a book, it’s like she’s still here with me…hugging me tight and telling me that it’s all going to be okay…” He snapped out of his trance for a moment, noticing the blue blur and looking away quickly in embarrassment, “A-Anyway, one year we were looking through a book on earthly fashion and costumes and she spotted a picture of that very locket. When I saw her eyes light up, well…I asked the professor if he could procure it, given his ties to the planet below and…G.U.N…” Shadow had to pause for a moment, “He taught me what a ‘gift’ truly meant and I’ll never forget how happy Maria was when I handed it to her. She told me it was ‘the best gift she had ever received’. We never did get our picture taken. It wasn’t all that long…before…” He didn’t dare finish that statement and he didn’t have to.

Sonic knew what he meant.

“I found it…her locket…still on the Ark all these years later…I was going to hold onto it, to keep it for myself, but…Eve she’s…she’s…just like her…and I…I wanted to…” He turned away quickly. The last thing he wanted was for his #1 rival to see him cry. He hadn’t meant to pour out his heart like that, but once the memories started flowing, he just couldn’t stop himself. He liked remembering Maria. He wanted to remember Maria…especially the good times they shared together all those years ago.

“Shadow…” Without any hesitation, he held out his hand to the dark hedgehog, “Here. You give it to her. It belongs to you.”

Shadow turned around, a stunned expression lining his tearful eyes, “I…” He took the locket and smiled, “Thank you, Sonic.”

Sonic smiled back, placing his hands behind his head as if resting on them, “Heh heh! Don’t mention it!”

Sonic shrugged, heading towards the front door, “Eh…I’m pretty fast when it comes to thinking on my feet.” He slipped on his shoes and tapped a foot behind him before throwing a wink at Shadow, “See you at the party, Shadz!”

Another moment passed, then Shadow looked at Sonic with concern,

“Wait…what about you?”

Shoom!

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!”

“Wha-! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT, FAKER!!!!!!”

Meanwhile, in the heart of the nearby town, the party was well underway. The birthday girl was playing tea party with Cream, Cheese, Rouge, and a nervous Knucklehead who was toeing the line between pretending to sip tea and wondering if the others were simply pulling a prank on him to keep the tea for themselves. The Chaotix were providing a fun and jazzy ambience to the scene with Vector on the piano, Espio on the saxophone, and Charmy hitting a small triangle above their heads. Vanilla was running the cake and snacks, often catching little winks from the large crocodile on stage and responding in like.

“Hmm…No sign of him yet…”

Tails and Amy, on the other hand, were not having as much fun.

Amy was tapping her foot impatiently. How dare their—supposedly—quick friend ruin the party she’d planned to perfection. He was the fastest being in the known universe. How was he THIS late?

“Oh Sonic’s going to get an EARFUL from me for taking so long…” Her wrist cuffs began to glow, “AND a taste of my Piko Piko hamme-!!”

“That won’t be necessary. He is on his way now.”

“SHADOW!?”

Amy and Tails turned to acknowledge the sudden voice behind them.

Eve hopped up excitedly and ran over to greet her new guest, “Ahh! You actually came!” Despite any past misgivings, he was her friend now and she was excited to see him starting to let himself be included in events like this.

Shadow’s face turned red like the stripes on his quills as he mustered his courage, swiftly holding out his gift to her without so much as a returned greeting, “Here! I-I hope you like it!”

Eve giggled to herself at the hedgehog’s awkwardness but soon stared in awe at the golden locket dangling from his hands, “Oh, Shadow!” She gently took hold of it and placed it around her neck, “I love it so much! I’ll never take it off for as long as I live!” She beamed, holding the golden heart tightly in her hands.

Shadow stared for a moment, remembering Maria’s words to him those many, many years ago. He smiled brightly, “I’m happy!”

Rouge looked on from the distance with a knowing smile. That was all she ever wanted to hear from the young hedgehog.

“And here’s MY present!” The Blue Blur gave an exaggerated bow as he made his swift and dramatic entrance.

Shoom!

“Wha-! How long were you waiting to do that!?” Shadow stammered all flustered. How long had that blue idiot been watching him?

“Long enough. Heh heh!” Sonic whipped out a small camera he snagged from Tails’ workshop, “C’mon, everybody! No time to lose!” He motioned to everyone to join.

Shadow smiled.

“Everybody say, ‘CHAO’!!”

Click.

“CHAAAOOOOO!!!”

CHAPTER END.

(chapters are not posted in the order they were created)

(creator’s note: this art piece is brand new and was specially made to go with this tumblr post despite the chapter being written months ago, I just never got around to making it until now, thanks for the motivation and I hope you enjoyed!)

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #gerald robotnik #sonic fanart #space colony ark #sonic au #sonic fancomic #sonic oc #sth #sth au #sonic fanfiction #sth fanart #sth fandom #alter chaos #alter chaos shadow saga

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tg-headcanons · 1 year

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Hello! I don't know if you still do headcanon questions, but I'm curious if you have any for mutsuki x kanae. There's pretty much no content for these two but I like the T4T disasters a lot.

THOSE TWO ARE SO UNDERRATED TOGETHER BUT I LOVE THEM YOU SEE THE VISION

Mutsuki and Kanae meet twice, once as combatants and again as people. The first time they “meet” is when Kanae issues a preemptive strike against the quinx. They’re a powerful potential enemy so he’d rather kill them while they’re still green before they can be a threat to the estate. He’d probably get pretty close to killing them too, but leave a lasting impression. He’s much stronger than he looks.

The next time they’d meet (at least in my au) is during a tentative peace. Probably very early into negotiations between humans and ghouls for some less violent route forward that no one there is very happy to be at. The Tsukiyama family, being some of the most powerful ghouls, will naturally be here wither their guards as representatives of the ghouls and Kanae came with them as the single best weapon they had. The day is long, everyone is uncomfortable, and he and Mutsuki end up on a bench together in between talks. They’re both awkward and tired, but complaining together about how insufferable the negotiators are breaks the ice

They’re a solid fifteen minutes into this conversation when they realize that the other isn’t on their side. Mutsuki thought Kanae was human because he’s so proper, Kanae thought Mutsuki was a ghoul because he smelled like one and had a whole lot of shit to talk about his bosses. It’s only here that they go “HEY YOURE THAT GUY WHO IMPALED ME” and yet by now, that’s not a dealbreaker because god damn it between bureaucrats and a guy who tried to kill you a few times, I’d pick the ladder too. The conversation awkwardly turns more towards who they are and why they were fighting in the first place, and Kanae offered him his number for “in case you need help understanding ghoul culture and points for the negotiations”

What actually ends up happening is them just hanging out. Fortunately for them they are equally bad at cultivating a life outside of work, but that ends up being better for them because they’re in it together when they do anything at all. After a few meetings at a stuffy cafe that Kanae picked out, they got on well enough that they tried doing more normal activities. Seeing movies, going to attractions, visiting each others houses, Kanae thought it was Mutsuki showing him regular human activities but honestly Tooru had never done any of that on his own, this is his first time having a non-ccg friend and doing non-ccg activities with him

Mutsuki loves learning about the ghoul social stuff and Kanae likes sharing it. It’s a whole new world to him, the piles, the rituals, the way more lax view of gender that is far more accommodating to him than humanity was, it’s all so nice to be a part of. Kanae is embarrassingly excited to share it, for once he can drop the high society stuff and see a whole new appreciation for things he took for granted, and it’s nice learning about humans too. He doesn’t like them, but he can make an exception for this one because the way he talks about it is captivating

Kanae doesn’t even realize he’s doing boyfriend things to Mutsuki until Shuu calls him out on it. Rubbing up against him to scentmark him, sharing meals without getting territorial, letting him in his room, that is pretty intimate by ghoul standards and by the time Tsukiyama refers to him, unfortunately, as his cousin’s “little plaything” he’s in too deep. He is down horrendous

When they make it official it’s after everyone and their dog already assumed they were together. They were the last to find out. They are so weird about it because neither of them has every dated before and their only references for how partners worked is rich people arranged marriages, whatever the fuck Shuu is doing with his men, movies, and Mutsuki observing Kaneki and Hide like gay little insects. Mutsuki gets a habit of bringing him little trinkets and Kanae sends flowers since Shuu has taught him the meanings of them. He doesn’t think Mutsuki is that into flower language but he likes sending them even if he doesn’t understand

Tooru learns that if you’re dating Kanae, that means you are going to have to let Shuu get involved. Shuu LOVES that his cousin is finally in a relationship and insists on inviting Tooru to things. Unfortunately 90% of those things are fucking with him and trying to see how he reacts to various inconveniences. But once he decides that he likes him he takes Tooru and his cousin along on one of his many attempts to get them clothes he thinks would look better on them. He is shocked and disgusted that BOTH of them wear the Dysphoria Cargo Pants when not in uniform and needs to fix it

A fairly common date for them is just sort of roaming the city and climbing the buildings in their ghoul masks. Kanae used to patrol territory this way and hunt from these vantage points, and it’s become something of a routine for him that he can’t kick even now that he’s not supposed to be hunting anymore. So now it’s a weird Ghoul Mask Romantic Parkour Event they do, and it’s helped Mutsuki with his kagune motor control skills

Once they’ve been together awhile Kanae tends to grab Tooru and groom him like a dominant mouse. He’s so in the habit of tending to Shuu and the other servant and making them look presentable that he will trap his boyfriend with his kagune to fix his hair and clothes then let him go like a sheep that’s been sheered and tossed back out to the pasture. It’s so normal to them but it’s hilarious for anyone else to watch

#tokyo ghoul #kanae von rosewald #mutsuki tooru #mustukanae #tokyo ghoul headcanon #shuu tsukiyama

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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can i request a frank x transmasc reader where it’s just very fluffy and possibly frank calling the reader “baby boy” ?

Anything For You (Frank Iero x transmasc!reader)

Word count: 1893

Warnings: none it’s just nice n wholesome

AN: just saying, that video of Anthony calling Frank baby boy in Mexico has got me in a chokehold. Completely. I need someone to call me baby boy, like, right now.

The sound of the front door opening made Frank smile; that noise meant that his beloved (y/n) was finally home from work. And, to make things even better, he was off work for the next week. Frank had every intention of making the most of the time together, spending long mornings in bed and days watching terrible TV on the couch, visiting some friends they hadn’t seen in a while, going to the local animal shelter again to look at all the dogs (and quite possibly bring one back home with them). He even planned on taking his boyfriend out on a proper date; the last two months had been incredibly busy for both of them, often working on entirely opposite schedules, and they’d had very little opportunity to make a proper evening of things. The closest they had managed to get was a Chinese takeaway a couple of weeks ago. So he wanted to take him somewhere a bit fancy for dinner, maybe to the cinema as well, if there was anything good showing. He wanted an excuse to dress up nice and fancy - mostly because his partner looked like an absolute bombshell in a suit. While he had time to, he desperately wanted to show the love of his life just how much he appreciated him.

“Hey, gorgeous! How was it today?”

(y/n) didn’t answer, and he turned to look over the back of the couch, slightly concerned by the lack of reply. His boyfriend was leaning heavily against the wall, struggling to take his shoes off, and looked absolutely exhausted. Before Frank could ask anything else, he managed to kick his shoes to the side, wandering over and flopping face down into his lap, groaning softly.

“My brain hurts.”

Frank stroked his hair gently, humming soothingly. “Oh, baby boy. Do you feel ill, or just tired?”

“Just tired. Today was... long.”

“It’s okay now though, you’re all done. And you get a whole week where you don’t have to think about work.”

Nuzzling against his thigh, (y/n) smiled tiredly. “Yeah. Can’t wait to spend a whole seven days cuddling in bed with you.” He yawned, and his boyfriend poked his cheek.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep down there. You can’t be comfortable like that.”

“I am. You’re so soft and cosy. The best human pillow I could ever ask for.”

He could feel himself blushing at the compliment - even when half asleep, his darling boy was still able to make him feel like the most special person in the world. “Come on, at least get out of your uniform. There’s a load of laundry ready to go in so I can just add it to that, and you’ll be so much comfier in pyjamas. I’ll sort out everything.”

“I don’t have the energy to go all the way upstairs. Just wanna lay here with you.” He sighed, shifting to slide an arm behind Frank’s back. “Love you.”

“I know, handsome. I love you too. Could you sit up for a second?”

When he did, rubbing the aching muscles in the back of his neck, Frank got to his feet and picked him up, making sure he was secure in his arms. (y/n) wrapped his legs around his waist, sighing contentedly. “This might work.” He kissed at his boyfriend’s neck, exhausted.

“You do realise you’ll have to let go of me to get changed, right?” Frank couldn’t help but laugh at the little irritated whine he got in response as he carried the love of his life up the stairs, laughing harder at the sleepy glare he got when he put him down on the end of the bed. “Do you want me to help you get changed?”

“Please.”

“Anything for you, handsome.” He dug through his wardrobe for a moment, knowing that (y/n) very much preferred wearing his clothes to bed, and came back with a faded band shirt and soft checkered pyjama pants as he was undoing his shirt. Setting the worn clothes aside to add to the laundry pile, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of his lover reaching for the t-shirt while he still had the binder on. “Come on, baby boy, you know you aren’t meant to sleep in that. It’s not good for your ribs.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip. “Don’t wanna take it off.”

“I know.” He sat down, rubbing his back. “Would it help if I took it off for you? I’ll be as quick as I can, you won’t even have to look at yourself.”

Nodding, (y/n) let himself relax, allowing his arms to be moved like a rag doll as Frank carefully removed the restricting fabric from his body. He had to admit, not having the pressure on his ribs any more was quite nice, and it felt like he could breathe properly again. That didn’t stop a few negative thoughts crawling at the edges of his mind, but Frank was quick to tug the shirt over his head, kissing him tenderly to take his mind off things the moment it was covering him properly.

“That feel any better?”

“... okay, yeah. It does.”

“See, I know what I’m doing. Now, you wanna stay up here or head back downstairs?”

“Downstairs with you.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm. I’m a bit hungry, I didn’t get my last break so I haven’t eaten in a while.” At the look of concern on Frank’s face, he quickly reassured him. “I’m alright, I promise. Could just do with a snack, that’s all.”

Relaxing a little, he scooped him into his arms again so he wouldn’t have to walk and took him back downstairs, getting him comfy on the couch and tucking a blanket around his legs. He wanted to make sure he could take care of him as much as he possibly could. “So what can I get you? Water? Tea? I’m pretty sure we’ve still got some of that herbal tea you like. Or hot chocolate?”

(y/n) pouted, making grabby hands up at him. “Can’t I just cuddle with you?”

“You can, but not until you’ve eaten something.” Frank crossed his arms, and (y/n) knew he had little chance of talking him out of it. “So, toast?”

He sighed. “Do we have any bagels left? And, tea would be good.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.” He grinned, glad that he’d given in. “Any requests on filling?”

“Hmm... you can surprise me.”

“Okay, coming right up.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, rambling on about his plans for the week ahead as (y/n) leant back against the cushions, his head heavy with the need to sleep. Every single one of his muscles were aching, but he felt so comfortable and warm now... sleep tugged at his eyelids, and for just a moment, he closed his eyes.

And then a hand landed on his left shoulder, shaking him gently. “Come on sweetheart, don’t go to sleep just yet. You need to eat first.”

“But I’m sleepy.” He huffed, grabbing at his waist again. “Just come and cuddle me, Frankie. Just for a little while. Please. I can eat when I wake up.”

“Do you promise me that you’ll let me feed you when you’re awake again?” Frank sounded stern, but there was a loving glimmer in his eyes that made (y/n) grin - he was winning him over.

“I swear. Hey, later I’ll probably be hungrier, and we can order proper food. We should get pizza.”

“Well, you know I can’t ever say no to pizza.” He grinned, sitting next to him and adjusting the blankets so they were both covered. “Come on. You win this time. Snuggle up.”

Stretching over to dim the lights, (y/n) flopped happily against his chest, wrapping his hands in his shirt and humming with satisfaction. Resting one hand on his back and the other against the back of his head, Frank leant down and kissed his exhausted partner’s forehead, smiling at the way his eyelids were already fluttering closed.

“I’ve got so many ideas for what we can do this week. I thought we could go see Mikey and his boyfriend, maybe get coffee together? I don’t know if that would qualify as a double date, but either way it would be fun. Oh, and I know you wanted to go back to the shelter, so we’re definitely doing that. I wonder if that Labrador is still there, you know the one that wags her tail every time she sees you?” He grinned, thinking back to the last time they’d visited. “Oh, she was a real cutie. Almost as adorable as you, baby boy. I swear, you’re the absolute king of puppy dog eyes. Every time you look at me like that, I just crumble - and you know it. Not that you need to, obviously I’d do anything for you, no persuasion needed. You’re the entire world to me. It’s just even more sweet when you do pull that look on me.”

He paused for a second, unsure of whether or not he was actually brave enough to say what he really wanted to. Fuck it, he thought. They’d been together long enough that it hopefully wouldn’t be a shock for him to hear it. Besides, he had every plan of actually asking that all important question on their date later in the week.

“I didn’t really think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, you know? Like, you see romance on TV, and you read it in books, but it’s never like that in real life. Or maybe I just had sucky relationships as a teenager, I don’t know. But you... oh, you’re in a whole other league. There’s nobody else in the world who even comes close to you, and I don’t plan on letting go of you. You hear me? I wanna marry you. I’ll ask you properly soon, I promise, but I’m telling you right now. The thought of getting to introduce you to people as my husband is just... beautiful. And... you have never been this quiet before. Oh, of course.”

(y/n) was already asleep, snoring lightly.

“Well, I guess it’ll still be a surprise when I ask you later in the week, then. Sleep well, baby boy. I love you endlessly.”

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #transmasc reader #frank iero x transmasc reader #male reader #fanfic #fic #mcr #my chemical romance #drabble #oneshot #this is adorable i love it so much #someone call me baby boy pretty please

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lotusthewriter · 1 year

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Parachutes

Fandom: Heartstopper (Netflix)

Rating: T

Relationships: Charlie/Nick

Characters: Charlie Spring, Nick Nelson

Summary: He can’t even look at his boyfriend.

“Charlie,” Nick says softly, “it’s okay.”

That’s not true.

It’s not okay.

It’s not.

Word count: 1.146

AO3

A/N: I wrote this based both on my personal experience, as well as Solitaire, which I've been reading in the past days. This is not compliant with the webcomic, instead season 1 of the Netflix series.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - self-harm (cutting), injury, anxiety, and non-explicit descriptions of blood.

P/roship DNI.

He can’t even look at his boyfriend.

“Charlie,” Nick says softly, “it’s okay.”

That’s not true.

It’s not okay.

It’s not.

“It’s okay,” Nick insists, likely reading his mind. “It happens, Charlie.”

Why isn’t he angry? Why isn’t he disappointed?

Why isn’t he leaving him?

Any person would.

“Charlie,” his boyfriend whispers, sounding sad. Even then, he’s not breaking down in tears.

The curly-haired teen is shaking his head, his eyes burning in the same intensity as his arms, bloodshot like the multiple wounds that taint his body.

“I-It’s–” he sobs, “it’s not. It’s not okay.”

He’s squeezing his left arm, his hand stained with red. Nick is putting a gentle hand on top of his to calm him down.

“This is my fault,” Charlie says.

The boy stares at Nick’s hoodie, just so he doesn’t have to see his tragic look.

“I resisted for so long, and now… I did it again,” Charlie sniffs. “After I promised myself, after I promised my friends and- and Tori, and my parents… I f-failed everyone, and…” His lips quiver. “I failed myself.”

He knows it’s just going to make things worse, but Charlie wants to tear his arm further, to bleed more as a punishment. But of course, Nick won’t let that happen.

“Charlie, look at me.”

The other shakes his head.

“Please.” Nick slowly cups his face, ready to remove it if Charlie feels uncomfortable. “Look at me.”

He doesn’t want to.

But… he has to.

For Nick’s sake.

All he meets is patience.

Patience and unconditional love.

Charlie might not even believe that they’re for him, but they are.

“Charlie,” Nick begins, “you’re hurting. That’s not your fault. You didn’t fail anyone and you didn’t fail yourself. Relapses are normal. Of course they’re painful, but it doesn’t mean that your entire progress has gone down the drain.”

His boyfriend’s fingers tenderly wipe his tears for him, extremely careful like Charlie is made of glass. Cracked glass, that is. So cracked that the reflections are horribly distorted. That’s not what Nick sees, and perhaps that’s not what his loved ones see, either.

“Believe me, you’re not a failure. You’re a human being,” Nick smiles sadly. “Repeat that.”

Charlie gulps.

“I’m… not a failure,” he tries. “I-I’m a human being.”

“One more time.”

Charlie chuckles. “I’m not a failure. I’m a human being.”

“You repeat it to yourself as many times as you need, okay?” Nick tells him. “You’re the most beautiful human being in the world.”

“You sound like a coach,” Charlie snorts.

“Well… I’m a rugby lad, I can’t help it.”

That has Charlie actually laugh. Well, it sounds wet and messy. But it’s something.

Finally, Nick takes his stained hand, not disgusted at all. Sad, of course, but not at all hesitant.

“Let’s clean you up, shall we?”

Charlie wants to cry again, yet in joy and gratitude. He’s never met someone as willing to take care of him without breaking down. Of course, Charlie knows anyone is right to feel upset about this; although Tori is the best person to help him with it, he knows that she cries a lot in her room, even letting out tears while with Charlie because of how much it affects her.

Nick is still affected, obviously. He looks sad and worried, but he doesn’t mourn Charlie. Nick is determined to learn the proper way to approach to help Charlie feel better.

He shouldn’t be surprised, because this is Nick Nelson, the most amazing person in the whole world. The actual most beautiful human being. But still, Charlie can’t help it.

Nick does most of the work, which makes Charlie feel guilty. The latter wants everything to be clean and perfect again, like nothing happened. He’s already thinking about telling his family and how he dreads the possibility. Just these thoughts make him want to hurt himself again.

Suddenly, Nick is right by his side with a cup of warm chocolate with marshmallows. Charlie is admittedly not hungry, but it smells and tastes too great to be rejected. Besides, Nick gave it with his heart.

Charlie, though, can’t help staring at his now bandaged arms, knowing the cuts will become another couple of scars in his body. He doesn’t usually show his arms out there, instead resorting to big clothes. He really hates his body, that’s why he wants to hurt it. But when Charlie hurts it, he hates himself more for it. It’s an unhealthy cycle that never ends.

Maybe noticing his contemplation, Nick is taking off his hoodie – which always has Charlie stare and catch himself blushing.

“Here.” Nick hands it to him. “You can keep it.”

Charlie smirks. “Like I don’t already keep all your other ones.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “I’m willingly giving this to you. No charges.”

Charlie wants to kiss him.

As soon as he puts on the hoodie – which smells so… Nick –, he lies against his boyfriend’s arms and lets himself be hugged. Nick kisses his forehead for a few seconds, so Charlie still feels it even when they’re apart.

“Nick?” He calls.

“Hm?”

“Will you…” Charlie bites his lip. “Stay over tonight?”

“Yeah. I cleared up with my mum.”

“Okay.”

Silence. Mostly from Charlie’s part.

“What?” Nick asks, knowing something is on his mind.

“I… don’t want to tell them.”

Nick thinks. Charlie doesn’t need to specify who “they” are.

“But… they’ve got to know, right?” Nick asks.

“Well, yeah, but I’m scared they’re going to be mad at me.”

They contemplate. Or Charlie thinks of everything that can go wrong.

“Maybe we could tell Tori first,” Nick suggests, “then your parents.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I could help you tell them.”

“Nick,”– Charlie jumps out of the hug –“you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I know this is a hard thing to tell someone, that’s why I want to be there for you.”

He sounds so certain… He really does love Charlie.

“Are you sure?” Charlie insists.

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want, Charlie. I’m not going to force anything.”

Charlie is conflicted, as usual. He wants to kiss Nick for being so amazing. He wants to push Nick away precisely because he’s amazing. He wants to hide in the dark and never come out. But most importantly…

He wants help.

Charlie sighs, relieved.

“Okay,” he whispers. “We’ll do it together.”

Nick grins like a golden retriever, like the literal sun. So bright…

“Okay.”

With that, the two return to their cuddling position, the warm chocolate cooling down. Even then, Nick still drinks the rest, while never letting go of Charlie.

Every time they hug or cuddle, Charlie forgets the world outside. He gets to feel safe and comforted in his boyfriend’s strong arms, and most importantly, Charlie feels loved even in this state.

Charlie is loved.

And he deserves it.

He just needs to remember that.

#heartstopper #charlie spring #nick nelson #self-harm tw #self harm tw #sh tw #blood tw #injury tw #vent fic #fanfiction

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choccyhearts · 2 years

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Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton // Argyle x Reader

Note: I initially envisioned this being Eddie x Reader but then it sounded cuter with Argy instead <3

Cw: Fluffffff, mentions of weed/being high/alcohol/drinking, fem!reader

Summary: "Argyle and his girlfriend spend their first New Year's Eve together... (So much fluff)"

♡♡♡

"Oh, my darling, you look wonderful tonight"

♡♡♡

The clock reads "1:25" on the wall as you lay slumped on Steve's couch. You and the whole gang are cramped into the living room, donning silly hats and noise makers that once rang loudly.

You and Argyle had arrived around 10, already a little high and physically attached at the hip. You were in charge of bringing more booze and weed to the party, as well as a couple of the younger ones.

Argyle showed up to your place buzzing with excitement. You had your radio playing softly as you got dolled yourself up for the night's festivities. Your hair was styled into a half-up half-down hairstyle -- Argyle's favorite. You were putting on your blush when your sweet boyfriend snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

You squeaked in surprise and looked into the mirror to find your boyfriend staring back at you. He placed a kiss against your temple before nuzzling into your side.

"You look so pretty, babe." "Babe" was one of the very few cutesy pet name he'd give you, usually just calling you "dude" or "bro".

You giggled and wrapped your arm gently around his head, stroking his soft hair.

"Thank you, Argy. You look so handsome tonight."

You finish with your makeup and begin putting on your jewelry -- just some simple gold hoops that compliment your soft pink babydoll dress.

You finished getting ready and stood up, Argyle immediately running to get your coat for you. He slipped it on you like the gentleman he usually was. He may not look like a proper gentleman, but he sure acted like one. You were the light of his life and he needed you to know he worships you.

He held open doors for you, pulled out seats for you, would order for you at restaurants -- hell, he'd buckle your seat belt too if you'd let him.

Once you arrived to the party with two excited, restless younger teenagers in the back of Argyle's van, you were excited to go back home. Not at the fault of anyone's or due to a bad mood, but you just wanted some alone time with your boyfriend.

You got it when you waved off the two teens, saying you'd be inside in a bit. You and Argyle lit a joint and cuddled each other in the back. He'd give you kisses on any exposed skin in between hits -- your face, neck, chest, arms, fingers -- and would whisper sweet messages into your ear.

"I can't wait to start off the new year with you, amor. It's gonna be the best year", he hums against your neck.

It's not often you both get this mushy and in love. You usually show your love in a more hyper, goofy way and so calm moments like this mean the world to both of you.

You just want to stay in that van forever but once the joint is dead, you both decide it's time to join the others. Plus, you did promise on bringing drinks and you know everyone will be cranky if you don't show.

And now, after all of the booze has been drunk, the snacks have been eaten, and all the energy has finally dissipated, you're waiting for your boyfriend to take you home.

You snuggle into the couch more, listening to the sounds of your friends saying goodbyes to each other, planning who's riding with who, and giggling saying, "Gee, she's really tired, huh?".

"Alright, you guys want me to take you home?", you hear your boyfriend say.

You don't listen for answers, you just wait for his strong arms to come and hold you.

"Okay, go ahead and wait in the van, it should be unlocked. I'll carry her out." You smile excitedly.

You pretend to stir as Argyle sits you up. You whine at him as he kisses your forehead.

"C'mon, princesa, let's go home. Need me to carry you?" You nod. "Okay, c'mere."

He holds you to his chest, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. He holds on to your thighs and takes your outside. He sits you in the front seat and buckles you in before closing the door.

As he slides into the driver's seat you hear the ones in the back jeer, asking if he's good to drive.

"Of course, I'm always good. Especially, when I have precious cargo up here." He grabs your thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth against your skin.

Once he's dropped off the other passengers, it's just you and him. He turns on the radio, playing some soft music. It's quiet and comfortable.

"What now, princesa?"

"Mmm", you hum. You don't want this night to end, but you're so tired.

A lot happened at the party:

You ended up drinking quite a bit, in the spirit of the holiday.

You and Argyle got roped into doing karaoke.

You smoked a little bit more.

Argyle was very touchy-feely throughout the party, riling you up on purpose.

You made him meet you in the bathroom for a quick makeout session where he not-so-quietly moaned, "You're a goddamn goddess."

You both got teased by everyone else for it for the rest of the night.

And then, you kissed him at midnight. It was both of your's first time kissing someone on New Year's Eve. It was made even more perfect by the fireworks outside.

As your friends made loud, chaotic noise and cheered along with the TV, you two were blissesd out, alone together in your own world.

"I just want you..."

Argyle chuckles and nods to the back.

"Wanna resume from where we left off?"

You quickly nod and begin to crawl into the back. Argyle laughs at your eagerness, patting you on the butt.

"Careful, don't want any bruised knees tonight."

Once he makes his way back you immediately cling to him -- your giant teddy bear.

"I love you, princesa."

"I love you, too, Argy."

#argyle #argyle stranger things #stranger things #st4 #argyle x reader

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iwadori · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys neglecting you for another girl PT 1 (Kenma)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst,fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You go over to your boyfriend ,Kenma’s, house every weekened to play on your shade survival minecraft world

But one week you were too cramped to come over one week so you missed out on a gaming session

At school the following week you heard Kuroo and the guys teasing Kenma over a new found gaming friend

But you payed no attention

Now you’re done with your exams and ready to continue on w/ Kenma on fighting the enderdragon and building up your world

You get to Kenmas house an hour after finishing your school club, upon entering you hear him button smashing upstairs (per usual) but something not so usual was him giggling with laughter...

Kenma.Your stoic boyfriend Kenma. giggling..

Because of your confusion you slowly go up the stairs as his laughter ensues making you more perplexed ‘kenma barely talks to people that aren’t Kuroo and me, especially someone who makes him laugh this much’ you think to yourself.

“Ella, i’ve found the stronghold! Just follow me” Kenma exclaimed as you entered his bedroom “Yes Ella you have to press X to jump” he laughed again

‘Ella, who’s ella’ you think. You hear a response on the other end but you can make it out properly. Kenma and ‘Ella’ continue on speaking making plans on what they’re about to do next.. with Kenma not noticing you came into his room yet. You look at the TV and notice that Kenma is playing with someone else on YOUR world that you started which made you slightly agitated.

You purposefully drop your bag a tad too aggressively, but that seems to work as you catch Kenmas attention as he turns to you for a split second as he mumbles quitely “Oh hey babe” before swiftly getting engrossed again into the game.

Annoyed, you sit on next to him on the bed waiting.. JUST WAITING for some proper acknowledgement to which you received none. You just sat there mindlessly scrolling through your phone as he continuously talked with Ella AND coached her through killing the ender dragon (a plan that you and Kenma said to do together since the beginning of your minecraft survival world idea)

After almost an hour of just sitting there idly, you decide to get up pick up your bag and leave. Hoping just hoping that your ‘oh-so great and caring’ boyfriend would take off his headset and stop you from leaving. But this isn’t a movie of course... so no Kenma did not run straight after you pull you into his arms and comfort you. He stayed in his room laughing away with Ella putting you at the back of his mind.

You go straight home and cry still wishing for a follow-up text on the incident that happened at Kenmas but no response there.

Luckily for you, it was half term break meaning there was no school for a couple weeks so you didn’t have to face the awkward confrontation or lack thereof with Kenma at school. But it was unlucky for you since usually every half term and weekend you’d spend at Kenmas but obviously now you can’t.

You do wonder if he’s thought about texting or calling you to reconcile or even just thought about you at all. You desperately wanted to reach out to him, but with your relationship you do feel that you’re the one that always has to start the conversation after you’ve had a ‘falling out.’ So all you do is wait ( assuming that you’ve broke up or something for now.)

The two weeks of break has ended and now you’re back at school waiting to face the music. The whole day, you felt anxious waiting to bump into him in the corridor or see him at lunch but you never did.

Later that day you get a message..

Kuroo: Hey y/n! How have you been ??

Y/N: Fine.. i guess

Kuroo: How are things with Kenma

Y/N: Tbh I don’t really know, we haven’t spoken since the weekend...two weeks ago I don’t think we’re together anymore..

Kuroo: Y/N don’t say that you and Kenma are definitley how do you spell deathfinetly? still together just meet him today at the arcade at 8pm and ALL WILL BE REVEALED

Y/N: okay....

Kuroo: DW Y/N! It’ll all be fine

Nervous, you get changed (making sure to look extra cute because this may be the last time you’ll have the title of ‘Kenma’s Girlfriend’ :(( ) You arrive at the arcade and look around for a second before spotting Kenma at the race car game (where you had your first date) and it looks to you he is hiding something behind his back..

When you reached him he looked very shy (even more so then usual) and you were about to speak before he shouted

“Y/N!” he said cringing at the volume of his own voice “ I need to tell you something, more like show you..”

You stood before him with your arms crossed silently tapping your foot waiting on him to continue. Surprisingly, he brings in front of you a little girl who looked about 8 or 9 with a very very cute face.

“n-n-nice to meet you” she bowed in front of you a blush covering her face

“Y/N this is Ella” Kenma said “My new step-sister”

You were shocked to say the least Kenma having a new sister that was great but didn’t answer ALL your questions. Judging your facial expressions Kenma led you and him to sit down letting Ella go on play (as you obviously watch her close-by)

“Okay, I know you’re probably confused but Ella is ma’s new boyfriends daughter and that time you came over my house was my first time ‘meeting’ her so instead of doing it physically I thought the best thing to do was to play minecraft with her and as I was so focused on that I kinda sorta forgot about our usual dates and over half term I went over to hyogo were Ella and her dad live for the break to meet them officially I’m sorry very very very sorry Y/N for not contacting you i just assumed you were mad at me ... which you still probably are now so i understand if you want to break up and i-” Kenma stops hearing you slightly chuckle looking exasperated after all that rambling.

Thats the most you’ve ever heard Kenma speak in one go ever and you thought it was endearing that he has a new sister. Of course you were mad that your boyfriend that he neglected you for weeks but you were definitley over that and wanted to just continue on with your life with him.

Kenma stared at you expecting some form of response and all you did was stand up, go to him and pat his head.

“You’re so cute kenma” you said “Of course I was mad, but i get it now”

“So are we still boyfr-”

“Miss Y/N” asked Ella looking up at you awww how cute “Are you and nii-chan boyfrined and girlfriend”

Kenma and Ella both stared at you expectedly waiting on your response (Kenma more than Ella)

“Of course he’s my boyfriend sweetie!” You said ruffling her head and you hear Kenma sigh in relief “Let’s go play some games now come one Kenma”

You hold Kenma’s hand as Ella runs ahead of you

“Also Kenma..” you let go of his hand “You let her play on our world..seriously”

Kenma awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and chuckles

“I’ll make it up to Y/N dont worry “ he said

And he did do that indeed, as it seems over the break he built a mansion for you and him and reset the end so you complete the ender dragon with him. But you did also include Ella in on your world now and you and her got closer to the point where she will call you nee-chan.

Authors Note: how do you feel about the ending ?

I hope this is well, I’m not that used with Kenmas character so i hope i wrote it good and you like it! Please give me comments and feedback and my request are open so send in your request please!! Also this was meant to be a part two to my ‘taking a prank too far’ but i kinda wrote this in a different direction

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu-fluff #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #haikyuu angst #kenma kozume #haikyu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu fluff #signedwithane😌

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greenhappyseed · 3 years

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BnHA Ch.348 leak reactions - 100% TOGA TIME!!

I’m amused by the discourse over the opening narration because narration in BnHA has always been wildly inconsistent. Sometimes it’s Future!Izuku, sometimes it’s Current!Izuku, but it can also be an omniscient narrator or Bakugo, Uraraka, Spinner, Hawks, etc. (I think these are the characters that have narrated at some point? Maybe also Shiggy?)

Without seeing the official translation and full context, I suspect it’s an omniscient narrator telling us about Izuku’s internal panic at realizing Toga actually loves him and he never noticed. Like a year ago he talked to a girl for the first time, and then talked to a girl on the phone for the first time. Now a girl loves him? Nerdy him? Worse, he knows it’s 100% true and not a battle tactic (thanks Danger Sense!) and he was oblivious the whole time???

Toga ASKS for Izuku’s blood!! Yes girl, consent!! Seriously, that’s a big step for her. She’s trying so hard. She also mentions the middle school boy she killed, so we can close that loop.

Izuku says no, “lovers” should hold hands, go to amusement parks, and share crepes. OKAY. First, IIRC Toga used the word “lover” in the last chapter, even if it got translated to “boyfriend” in English, so if Izuku is imitating her language, that’s pretty cool. Second, his response doesn’t sound like a realistic idea of love AT ALL. It sounds like the shojo word vomit you’d expect when you ask a clueless 16 year old dude about romance. Izuku doesn’t have a model of a functional adult love in his life (at best he has Maseru and Mitsuki) and has no idea.

Meanwhile, Toga knows exactly what love means for her. It’s odd and violent, maybe, and definitely not sustainable in its current form, but she knows what she wants — to become who she loves by drinking their blood. It’s the heroes who don’t know what they want, which is precisely why she asks.

Izuku says he understands Toga because he wanted to become like All Might, the assumption being he loves and admires All Might. (I can practically hear Tsu rolling her eyes and saying “Fanboy.”) But then Izuku spells out the difference: He doesn’t want to hurt the people he admires, whereas Toga needs to. Commence fighting, because Toga’s tired of hearing everyone tell her she can’t show her love her way. She even asked Izuku nicely and he responded the same as other heroes.

Ochako says Toga’s been on her mind and Toga pulls an AFO move, saying only Izuku’s been on her mind. That ploy pissed off Bakugo in the war, freaked out Izuku post-Nagant with the “your turn” bit, and now we’ll see how Ochako reacts!

Toga attacks and cuts Ochako right after saying she hoped they’d understand each other since they’re similar. Hmmm, so if Toga is making Ochako bleed, then that means Toga might still love Ochako too, despite saying Izuku’s been her focus.

Tsu attacks back and saves the day by reminding everyone of their proper roles in the plan. She regretted moping after the forest raid and not helping her friends in Kamino, so it’s nice to see her jump into the fray and use her bluntness to her advantage.

Tsu also says Toga was sent to an island to counter her unpredictability…but Izuku’s gonna float off to UA, and Toga now has some of Ochako’s blood…so will Toga try to go alongside him? Will Toga and Ochako come to an understanding and go together?

Narrative-wise, I really dig how Toga says she loves Izuku, yet grabs him and begs him to stay. Tsu and Ochako care deeply about their friend and refuse to let Izuku be a lone superhero, yet Tsu tells Izuku to release Blackwhip and Ochako tells him to leave.

I hope Horikoshi is going to do a bit more than have Ochako pull a “if you love someone, let them go.” Or like, “You’re right Toga, we are the same. I do love Izuku. But if I ever want him to be my boyfriend, I can’t think about it now. Right now I’ve got let him stop Shigaraki, otherwise the world we love will decay and nobody will ever smile again.”

I want to see Ochako emphasize how much Toga’s smile and happiness matters. Ochako got so many chapters to defend Izuku and I want her to bring that to Toga. Izuku has helped Toga-as-Ochako, and Ochako has helped Toga-as-Izuku. But now I want Ochako to help Toga-as-Toga. It’s just devastating to hear Toga talk about how the simple act of loving others makes living too hard.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha 348 #mha 348 #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #tsuyu #froppy #himiko toga #togachako #deku

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munsnz · 3 years

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Hii hope you're having a great week! If you feel like writing it i was thinking of a steve h x wheeler!reader, where they're having a dinner at the wheeler's and reader is nervous thinking it's going to be awkward and all but it actually goes pretty well.

LOVELY MESS — STEVE HARRINGTON

WARNINGS: anxiety, language??

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x GN! Wheeler! Reader

PSYCHOIE RADIO: What You Like — Wallows

L: Tysm for requesting anon!! This is actually something I’ve been wanting to write for a long ass time, and I’m so sorry this is a month late, I was In a rut for the third time this year, but finally, here it is!!

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay!” The kind-hearted guy, leaned towards you by the metal, old lockers, while you switched your books, shaking your head side to side, “Come on, whatever happened to Nance and I is over.”

Your eyes shifted to meet Steve Harrington’s, your 6-month boyfriend, who was also your younger sister’s ex boyfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Although she may have been younger, Nancy had it all, popularity, the smarts, and the looks, except you, the shadowed sister. Even your brother Mike Wheeler knew that Nance had outshined you, still being younger than you. That terribly tumbled apart as soon as Nancy confessed that she no longer loved Steve, telling him it was all bullshit, the words that hurt Steve those past nights.

You somehow got ahold of him, to get over the breakup as the two of you fought for the fate of the world along the group of kids, Mike’s friends, bringing you guys closer, leading up to confessing their feelings for one another.

“Steve I’d think it would be a bad idea.”

”How would it be a bad idea if we never tried it?” Steve cheekily grins, placing a warm kiss on your thin lips, smiling between them. You pushed his chest away with your hands, making him whine, “One more kiss come on! Or else we’ll have to go to the dinner!!”

You placed a notebook to block his wildly handsome face from kissing you again, giggling hysterically, “No, that’s my final answer.”

Steve had always been so fond about your family, the Wheelers, he knew Mike due to the previous events with the Mind Flayer and has met your mom when he was together with Nancy. But you still think it’d be awkward, you were going to bring your boyfriend, not your friend, nor Nancy’s boyfriend, but yours.

In denial, you always tried to not touch the subject, scared of it going wrong. As you saw Steve pout and cross his arms like a child, he mumbled, “I promised it’ll be ok, just let me go for once.”

”You already went to their house!” You squeaked as your palm hit his shoulder, slapping him playfully.

Steve raises his eyebrows, straightening his face while he sternly stares at you, “Yeah but I went as Nancy’s boyfriend, not yours right? So give me a shot honey.”

“I don’t know,” You started pacing along the hallway to get to class, knowing you were five minutes late, the weirdest thoughts flooding in. What if your parents don’t like the fact you’re with Steve? What if they prefer Nancy with him instead? What if-

Clearing his throat and whispering in your ear, Steve mumbled jokingly, “I know you’re overthinking Y/N.”

“Stop it!” You move a strand of hair from your face, clutching your books tighter, strolling away from him to the hallway of lockers, “What if it gets awkward? What if my parents don’t like the fact you’re with me!?”

”Can you at least think about it?” He shouts from afar, leaving his arms in the air, trying to get your attention while you tried your best to ignore him.

Soon enough, a teacher peeped their head out of the corresponding room towards the hallway for the source of disruption to find Steve’s tall figure continuing to get your attention, “Harrington! Off to class, you’re late!”

”Right! I’m sorry m’am,” Steve rapidly nods, zooming away to his Basketball period, where he knew for sure he’d get in trouble with the couch for being late. Still awaiting for his proposal to be answered with his loving mess, for a one of a kind dinner with your family, the Wheelers.

”Mike I swear to god you better not embarrass me!” You rush down the rug stairs, fixing your hair as you tucked it behind your ear, chasing your younger brother down. After Steve’s persuasion driving you nuts for that same day you both talked, you finally gave in to bring him over on a Thursday night under one condition, he wasn’t allowed to embarrass you or himself, just to keep things proper, and not awkward between your family.

As the days grew closer to the date of the dinner, the more anxious you got to the point you couldn’t bare to see Steve, keeping you and your thoughts to yourself for the past weeks. It was simple, a simple gathering with your family and boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

Everything and anything. From your parents making you look like a fool to be going out with your sister’s ex to Steve making a terrible impression on them although he’s met them already. You weren’t so logical, you were scared, not nervous but scared. What if this whole dinner would be an awkward disaster full of embarrassment and inconvenience?

But here you were, getting ready for the small event taking place in your home, chasing your brother to shut him up due to his witty comments. Now shoving your little sister Holly softly on the side to clear Mike’s path, he taunted, “Well I’m not the one kissing the pillow thinking it’s Steve! Mwah mwah!”

”Thats not true, Mike!”

You tried to reach to stop Mike from speeding through the kitchen but before you could make any other move, Mrs. Wheeler scolds at you two, “No running inside the house!”

”Sorry mom!” Both you and Mike loudly shout, slowing down your pace, suddenly catching up to Mike by dragging the collar of his blue striped polo.

As he squealed in pain and angst, you tackle him to the couch, tickling his sides on the soft brown cushion, “I got you! Now say it! Surrender!”

”Never!” His high-pitched giggled filled the cozy room, squirming under you, trying to free from your grip. Another wave of the tingles on his ribs were coming back, your fingers moving on his back.

You continued to make him laugh hysterically, lowering your voice to mimicking a villain both of you once watched on tv during a weekend night, “You must proclaim yourself as a liar! Or ye shall face the consequences!”

“I will not surrender-“

Instantly after the sharing of laughter being held by the siblings, you heard the rhythmic chime from the doorbell, Holly was making a fuss about her lack of apple juice in her sippy cup as Nancy tried to leave the porcelain plates on the clothed table in the dining room. You and Mike frantically got up from the couch after your mother was pulling you away apart, “Hey, he’s here!”

Shit.

You knew for a fact your loved one was here, an awful feel of unease aroused, making you tense unlike the past few moments before you heard the doorbell. Steve Harrington was here, at your door, for dinner with your family.

Gulping nervously, you hurried to get the door, but surprisingly Mrs. Wheeler got there before you could stand up from the comfortable couch, your heart pacing at an unstoppable speed, ruffling your top. Mrs. Wheeler opened the wooden door to find that same familiar, attractive face, both Mike and you peering on the side, roses in his hands.

”Mrs. Wheeler!” Steve kindly greets, handing her the bouquet of roses at the door, making her receive them with a soft grin.

“Hey there Steve- oh!” Mrs. Wheeler yelps when Mike harshly shoved you next to your mother, bumping shoulders with her, goofily grinning in front of him.

”Hi Steve,” You childly mimicked, but realizing the fool you made yourself look like, regretting your stupid action you made in front of your boyfriend.

As your mom signaled the brunette to walk inside the welcoming room, Steve lightly pecked your cheek, slightly bringing you closer to himself from the side as both of you solemnly walked inside the warm room. Watching the two of you, Mike made smooching and kissing noises behind you, kicking him in the shin, squeaks of pain coming out of your younger brother’s mouth in order for him to shut up.

And right as you saw Nancy slightly wave at him while walking off rapidly to find Holly for dinnertime, a sense of insecurity rushed in you. You leisurely shifted away from him, his eyes darting towards you knowing that something was up while Mrs. Wheeler rushed to the kitchen for the home cooked meal. Only 5 minutes in of the gathering and you were an anxious mess already, quietly panicking if anything else so terrible would happen, your fingers tapping the side of your thighs where they stood upon you.

“You know you can sit down right?” A gentle voice, your sister’s voice perked in the silence telling Steve. Nancy holding the little one in her arms, moved to sit Holly down as Mike lounged in the wooden chair almost staring you down jokingly to see your funny expressions.

Steve whips his head around, chuckling softly, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “Yeah, this is why this is a dinner Nancy. You know, for sitting down and eating?”

A silence formed between the five of you, later on creating an awkward melody of chuckles being shared between Nancy and Steve, then turning away from each other, leaving this pit in your stomach at such uncomfortable state. Thoughts. Terrible thoughts rolled in meanwhile you sat which Steve offered to give you, Mike’s eyes widening while drinking the glass of milk being on the top of the table to try his best not to giggle.

Afterwards, Mrs. Wheeler interrupted the awfully weird silence with a fake, cheerful tone you knew wouldn’t be her usual self, carrying in the large plate with roasted chicken. She strictly ushered you and Nancy to bring in the rest of the side dishes from the kitchen out to the dining room as Mike and Steve chatted a little before your father strolled in to greet your boyfriend.

“Chill out Y/N,” Nancy places her thin hand on your left arm calmly, you turned your head around you understand what she was saying, “You seem tense, it’s okay.”

You scoffed at her comment jokingly, placing the bowl of greens onto the table when Nancy put the dish with fresh mashed potatoes as well. All of you took a seat, ready to feast, Steve clearing his throat to speak up, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler for inviting me and for this wonderful dinner.”

“No problem Steve, ever since we met you with Nancy, you’ve been a great guy,” Your mother softly smiled, but changed her expressions once you shot your eyes towards her, “Anyways, enjoy the meal.”

Mumbles of thank yous and your welcomes being shared between one another, beginning to eat the delicious food for the evening. Shakily, you grabbed onto the silver fork, stabbing it into the chicken to eat it, the sound of plates moving around and cups being sipped, you decided to speak up, “Steve has been hanging out with Mike lately, they’re getting alone quite well.”

Your mother’s eyes widened, “Oh really? That seems like fun, having an older brother figure must be pretty cool knowing that Mike has grown up with a house full of girls right?”

Caught off guard from his meal, Mike hesitantly nodded while he falsely smiled, peering over to Steve for an agreement, “Yeah, Mike might be a little trouble with the rest of the boys, but he’s fun to be with at times.”

”A little trouble,” Your brother repeated jokingly under his breath, applying a mischievous look on his face, leaning back onto his chair, “I don’t think Y/N and Steve studying their human anatomy is-“

Before any reactions were being made from the regrettable comment your annoying brother made, Nancy slapped her hand across his mouth to shut up before he said anymore weird nonsense about you and your significant other. Steve worriedly glanced towards you with a beet red tinted face, almost wishing your mom hadn’t heard him while you stuffed your face trying to hide your expression.

“Michael what was that?” Mrs. Wheeler shot up a look towards your brother, laying her fork down with a confused face, “Human anatomy?”

In a stuttering mess, you tried to bring up some lame excuse to cover up along with Steve, you were sick to your core, knowing the stupidity that Mike claimed to be. It could be that your parents would say something terrible, you were flushed in multiple shades of red. You knew this dinner was even more terrible than expected, now your brother was making you and Steve look like a couple of fools, your hands sweating. Nancy chimed in to help between your idiotic stumbling, “It was this code name Mike used with the party and them.”

“Mmm yeah totally!” Steve wearily smiled, readjusting the hem of his red blouse he wore, watching you nod in response, a wave of relief washing inside you, “It’s the most oblivious things that are the most secretive, right Mike?”

Both you and Nancy darted a death glare towards the black-haired boy, who nodded rapidly under the threat of the siblings, “Yeah, Dustin was the one who made it up.”

”Kids these days,” Your father, Mr. Wheeler mumbles, slicing his part of the chicken in half with the butter knife as he shook his head.

Mrs. Wheeler humbly agreed, you mouthed a silent “thank you” towards Nancy’s direction, giving you a kind thumbs up later to kick Mike’s shin under the table, a quiet yelp escaping his lips for the second time. Later, feeling your hands gripping ever so tightly onto Steve’s large ones, being placed on your shaky leg.

Nancy brought up a conversation about an upcoming school event for the seniors at Hawkins High, Steve being able to catch up on the conversation. The mood was slightly calmer than it were before, things lessened up a bit as your harsh grip softened, feeling more balmy. Your boyfriend smiled, while looking off to your mom and dad who were intrigued by the conversation you were all having. Peace at last, worries washed away, it was okay.

Giggles and words were filled the large home, dessert was already handed out, Steve was on a roll to making your parents life along with your siblings, everything had merrily turned out great except the part where your mother talked about your embarrassing stories when you were little. This wasn’t so bad after all, Steve was definitely correct for once.

“Okay I have one more joke,” Your boyfriend sighed happily after the amount of laughter shared, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling too much. Steve set down his spoon then proceeded, “What did the grape say when they squished it?”

Everyone on the table shrugged, waiting for the hilarious response from him, Mike being close to burst into laughter before he said anything until Steve cleared his throat to answer, “Nothing, it just whined a little, get it?”

Once the joke was heard, your family surrounded the room with laughter, Mrs. Wheeler happily sighed after catching her breath, getting up to take the dessert plates back to the kitchen, picking one up at a time. Meanwhile your father and sister chuckled, you smiled like a freak towards Steve who was sitting next to you, holding your hand.

“See? I told you you shouldn’t have worried about his,” He whispers softly, giving you a light kiss, smiling as well, “You’re a lovely mess.”

You smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from him, “I know I know, but at least I’m your lovely mess right?”

”Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Both Nancy and Mike, your siblings chanted with cheeky smiles plastered on their face, being in front of you and overhearing your conversation. Steve leaned in and shut his eyes to peck your lips, suddenly you placed a napkin in front of you to avoid him, catching him off guard. Such small act brought your siblings to laugh at him, he shook his head playfully, sniggering along. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, this brought all of you together, it was okay, no, better than okay. I guess it was just Steve’s lovely mess.

tags — @samiyamuntaha @thepowerstoner @ughgclden

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.�� I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞.

notes: howdy guys, it's been a while. i've been taking a break and finally starting writing again, yay. it's been a rough few months and still treading through it, but i hope you enjoy a piece of my heart with this one.

if it's any consolation, my heart broke while writing this. </3

pairing — boxer!steve rogers x fem!reader

concept — steve has to come with terms of you not wanting him just as much as he wants you.

wc — 6.7k+ [yeah...]

warnings: 18+, themes alluding to sex, emotional cheating, soft!steve, heartbreak, kind of unrequited vibe going on, over all ✨ angst ✨

Even if it was the thousandth time to watch his body move in the ring, you still were memorized by the way he moved. You were in complete admiration of how his hips flowed so fluidly through his punches. Just like always, he was aware of your presence as you stood next to Sam and Wanda, both of them with proud smiles on their faces as he defeated yet another opponent.

Watching as they raised his arm, declaring him as the champion, something he’d been striving so intensely for, the past few months. Even if his body was bruised and littered with the hits Rumlow had been able to mark his body with and not to mention the busted lip, making him taste the blood with nearly every swallow.

It didn’t matter because he had followed through with what he had set his mind out to do. The looks Rumlow was giving him after all the smack talk he had served him was satisfying enough. Even if he didn’t think you did, he saw you standing there alongside his friends, celebrating the win of his life.

He couldn’t but smile proudly at your presence, even if the disapproval you have against his lifestyle was well known between the two of you and everyone else in your friend group.

Steve knew you weren’t a fan of the injuries you brought home in your shared apartment, the nights you actually stayed there. With Jordan’s absence from New York, you’d been staying there more consistently than ever.

He would never admit it out right, but it made his heart full. With you home, he could protect and he worried wherever you weren’t there. Even if he knew you were fully capable of defending yourself if need be, it would always make him feel better when you were close to him.

Just like him, you could confess it even to yourself, but when you were back in the apartment you shared with Steve, you’d always felt safer.

He went straight to the locker room, to clean himself up as best as he could without making his friends and Tony wait too long. He’d usually go straight to them but the group took notice he held himself back when you were around.

The first match you went to and he came up with bruises running along both rib cages, a bloody nose accompanied by a busted lip, he immediately took notice of the way you cowered away from him. Barely even looking at him as you congratulated him. From then on out, he realized how much it bothered you to see him physically injured.

When you’d come, he’d always make sure to clean himself up before. It really worked out on the days he didn’t want to be around many people. Only the stragglers from the crowd would be left, and his friends who supported him nearly every time.

As soon as he made his way over to the group, he was met with Sam’s warm smile pulling him into a warm hug. You found yourself wincing as soon as Steve did. “Easy there big buy, bruises are still fresh.” Sam let up just a tad, before everyone was congratulating him. You stood back with Tony, watching the proud smile grow on his face as he watched his prodigy surpass his monumental goal.

“You should think about coming to more matches. He fights better when you’re here watching him.” You twisted your neck so you could see his coach more clearly who was standing right beside you. “I’m sure he plays just as well when I’m not here. I still watch them everytime, just from home when it’s too much for me to stomach.”

You looked forward away from Tony, Steve coming into your line of vision as Sharon, his ex who had surprisingly shown up to corral by his side, someone you’d hadn’t seen near him in the past few weeks since she’d been out of the country for work.

“His technique and endurance is the same, but his intensity always rises higher when you’re here. I’m not the only one who notices, maybe the only one bold enough to say it to you.” Tony spoke as watched the man he took in when Steve was just sixteen.

Truly, it made his heart swell with pride to see him reach the level of success he had been dreaming for him since the pair had met. Knowing Steve for the past five years, also made him hyper aware of the girl he never seemed to shut up about, not that you’d ever find out.

No matter how much Tony was dying to let the words slip off his tongue.

“I’m just happy to be here for him.” Keeping your words short as you watched Sharon move closer to him, her hand resting on his chest and he didn’t even move away from it. You tried to ignore the ugly shade of green rising in your chest, but with him it always seemed to show.

Not that you’d had a right to, you weren’t single or emotionally available by any means, but the thought of him being with someone who had hurt him so much made you more protective of him than you had a right to be.

“C’mon little dove, have you thought about why you’d rather stay in the dinged up apartment with Steve than be with your boyfriend of three years across the country?” He pressed harder, making sure you were careful of your response. “My friends are here and so is my family. I can’t just leave everyone I love behind.” Your gaze never left Steve’s as he finally was out of Sharon’s grip.

“Steve’s here, too. You sure it has nothing to do with him?” Part of you couldn’t stand there with Tony and lie to him because you weren’t sure what was the nature of your relationship with the boxer.

Thankfully, you were saved from responding by the devil himself as made his way over to the two of you. Much to your dismay, he had to get in a few more words before Steve was in earshot. “Just think about why Steve lives with you when he’s had more than enough to move out for a while now.”

Before you could even process the words leaving his mouth, your favorite man in the ring immediately has you wrapped up in his arms. Holding you so close and so tightly, not even caring if it put more pressure on his lungs than he wished.

“Congrats on the win, Champion. I’m so proud of you.” The arms you had around him were placed gently, too afraid to put any weight on the new bruises. Not to mention the old ones which were still healing.

Once he pulled away from you, just enough so you could look at him. He hummed at Tony and with one nod of his head he knew when the young boxer wanted to be left alone. More times than not, it is usually with you.

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight. Isn’t Jordan in town?” Not even when it was the biggest moment of his career thus far did he care to indulge in his victories. Always it seemed to be looking after you.

“Stevie, this is your night. We don’t have to talk about me — we’re always talking about me.” For a moment he almost bought your act until he looked into those dazzling eyes of yours, ones he never seemed to grow tired of in the past few years.

“I’m not happy unless you’re happy. So, if you need a night where we just watch romcoms and chow on cookie dough ice cream, you know I’m all yours.” Unknowing to the two of you, everyone of your friends was watching the encounter and still couldn’t believe you still were with your current boyfriend.

Or that Steve was just waiting for you patiently. Something that didn’t come easy for him around women. Before you, he didn’t really do relationships with women that didn’t end with him in their bed at some point. Somehow, much to everyone’s dismay, he managed to keep his interactions platonic with you.

At least in their eyes.

“No, Stevie. I’m fine. He just didn’t follow through this time. It’s not the end of the world, I’ll be fine. Tonight, I just wanna be by your side and celebrate you.” Although, he didn’t really believe you Steve decided he would let it go.

“Regardless of it, thank you for coming tonight. Means the world to me.” It really did. Even more so, when he felt like he was one of the reasons you were still in Brooklyn and not in California living with your boyfriend instead.

“Oh, hush bubba. You’re getting so soft on me and you haven’t even had a proper drink in you yet. Let’s just celebrate with our friends, yeah?” You kissed his cheek sweetly, before you were off to Bucky and Nat’s place to get properly fed and surely get Steve drunk off his ass.

It really was the elephant in the room you were choosing to ignore. The fluttering feeling of adventurous butterflies traveling to spaces you didn’t know existed. Everytime he pulled you close to his side or kissed your temple.

When Bucky would do something monumentally stupid, he would whisper a line in your ear humorous enough to hear you laugh. Even right now, when you knew he was exhausted, muscles sore and aching — Steve was still tending to whatever you needed.

In this moment, your body nestled between his legs as he draped his arm across your chest, letting him hold you close was exactly what you needed. Even if you tried to remove yourself several times because of the new injuries, he would never let you.

“What’s next, Rogers?” Steve watched as he craned his neck towards Sharon. You’d almost forgotten she was here, she’d been so quiet most of the night.

“A whole lot of rest and then in a few weeks, right back into training.” He spoke with pride because winning the title went hand and hand with defending it. “You should come to the club. Danielle’s been itching to see you, again.”

Steve grimaced, not just as Sharon’s words, but with how stiff your body became. The way you rubbed back and forth with the tip of your fingers against his forearm came to a halt.

You weren’t really sure what to do because now you felt horrible for even feeling like you had a right to be upset in the first place. Because you didn’t. You weren’t single and Steve was. In this space in time, he did nothing wrong.

When you followed Nat back into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, away from him, it felt like he had made a mistake.

Just watching as you followed Nat up the pathway, in your pretty green dress, as you messed with the necklace adoring your neck. Something he learned you did when you were anxious.

“Why would you bring that up now? In front of her?” He was slightly pissed off she had driven you away and out of his arms. Steve would have you within his grip constantly if you would let him. Not that you did, but it was still a certain something he found himself wishing for. More than not though, someone else always seemed to hold your attention whenever he wasn’t in the ring.

Jordan. Tony. Sam. Natasha. Bucky. Wanda.

Tonight had seemed it might go in a different direction, until Sharon steered your mind elsewhere. One where you were a girl who missed her boyfriend. Or at least that’s what he thought.

Unknowingly to Steve, Jordan was the last thing on your mind, which allowed the guilt to settle in. Maybe, just this one time it was rightfully placed. The thoughts you were having scared you senseless — making you want to do something you knew you shouldn’t.

You just sat there on the padded bar tool as Nat grabbed a bottle of white with a bottle of red. Like time and time again, Nat read your mind just as she often did. “So, why couldn’t he come this time?” She drilled into you, her iridescent daggers as piercing as ever.

“He said he forgot his mother asked him to help her move out of the house. He said he’d make it up to me some other time.” Just like always.

But you held your tongue before voicing it to anyone other than yourself. It’d been months since you’d seen him in the flesh, and it was the first time he spoke to you in days when he informed you he’d been unable to spend any of his time off with you.

“He’s just never here and he keeps asking for me to move to Los Angeles, but my whole life is here. Before, he never seemed to really pressure me. He was always patient with me to travel at my own pace but I think he ultimately thought I would eventually go there with him.” You breathed out, scared of the truth dripping right out of you.

“I just-, you know what? Nevermind. It’s isn’t important.” She was never one to bite her tongue, but she found herself trying to when your feelings were involved.

“Tell me. What is it?” Your curious, bambi eyes peering into your soul, dying to pull the confession right out of her.

“Do you even miss him when you’re apart for so long? I’m not judging but it just seems like you’re okay. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but why don’t you ever go to him or Jordan to you?” Natasha spoke softly, afraid she might be poking the bear just a bit.

“Of course I miss him. I would see him if I could. I’m just a little too busy right now with work and my family.” You attacked back, feeling the need to defend yourself.

“Are you really going to make me say it?” With both bottles of wine on the counter, she went to grab three more wine glasses — for Sharon, herself, and you.

“Say what? What the hell are you talking about?” You pushed her as she put out the bottles of wine as she managed to link the three vines of the glasses in her left fingertips. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She was regretting it now, because maybe you weren’t quite ready to hear the words everyone else knew to be true. Anyone who was around the two of you could see it.

Perhaps, Nat never spoke a word of it because at the very least, she thought you wouldn’t be as naive to see his feelings. The ones he seemed to offer you on a silver platter, whether you wanted to reject or accept the offering, giving it to you wholeheartedly.

Following her out the patio door where the two of you stopped, not moving a step further. She didn’t really say anything either. Letting you bask in the glow before the fall.

He was laughing so hard, his hand clutching his chest as him. Golden hair shining bright by the fire pit, almost as

lively as his smile. Even if it looked like his spirit could have been beaten out of him tonight, he’d never show it.

When he had trouble keeping his eyes open, he’d force himself to stay alert because moments he could spend with ones he loved seemed too precious to pass up. Especially over the past few months — he didn’t even have to think twice about it.

Through the schedule Tony had him on, his life was eating, breathing, living boxing. Training every day in the gym, whether it be furthering his techniques in the gym to Tony making him regret any mistake he made in the ring.

Even some days he was just weight training when Tony told him he could rest. He couldn’t though. Not when he could taste the sweetness of his dreams on the tip of his tongues.

Every day, dawn till dusk, training consumed every moment of his time. Steve thought his body was restless before, but now? Nothing came even close to this.

Leading Steve to be blissfully unaware of what was actually going in that fantastically bold head of yours.

“Just spill it, Romanov.” You pressured her, but your eyes were too weak to redirect your directions elsewhere. Only Steve holding your attention at one.

“Remember when Steve left for Spain for three months with Tony?” Your body stilled, having a feeling you knew where this was going. Regretting you told her what had happened with Steve in the first after promising him it would just stay between the two of you.

“It was the year Jordan and I had split for two months.” The memory of what happened always clouding your better judgement. The way his eyes shined still haunted you. “Steve had already been there a month when it happened and the second I told him he insisted on flying me out.”

Looking at him fondly, across the greenery before speaking so softly as if he was right next to you, “I could never say no to him. I still can’t.” Nat tried to ignore it but she could see through the fog of your first love fading even if you were trying your hardest to avoid the inevitable heartache.

The care you held for him was oozing out of you, bursting and breaking at the seams. When you kept thinking of him more than a roommate, more than a friend.

“Dove, you can’t just keep pretending your feelings don’t exist. The more you try to bury the root deep the more it will grow.” You knew she was right, but you really didn’t want to hurt anyone.

You supposed you were already causing pain unintentionally. “His biggest insecurity is him. Jordan thinks I’m still here because of him.” You confessed, the ongoing fight no secret to anyone, really.

“Aren’t you?” Maybe if you had been a better liar, you could’ve convinced her but everyone could read you like the back of your own hand.

You hated the spotlight she was putting on you, but even more so because she was right. Moving forward with Jordan meant leaving someone else behind, something you couldn’t seem to prepare yourself to do.

“I love Jordan. He’s my first love and I thought he would be the greatest one, too.” You really want to stop the love and admiration flowing out of you, but you couldn’t choose who you love and maybe it was time for you to stop fighting it.

“Then, I met Steve. He responded to the ad I put out for the spare room in my apartment and we met for coffee.” If you had listened to your mother, her wishes of you not to be in the company of a man who was a complete stranger, you’d never meet the most important person in your life.

“He looked more like a boy back then. Clean shaven. No beard. Steve was still muscular, but not nearly as toned as he is now. But his eyes? They pulled me right in. Still do, every damn time.” You should have held some sort of shame, but you didn’t.

“You should do something about it, Dove. He isn’t going to be single forever.” Nat questioned as you followed her lead, back to the roaring fire.

“Nat, I love Jordan. I could never do that to him.” You really couldn’t, but you also couldn’t find it in you to move with him either. “I know you love him, but you aren’t in love anymore.” Growing closer and closer, back to the group, you saw him clearly.

“What do you mean?” Trying to ignore the pain in your chest as Natasha spoke. “I think you’re scared of ending it with Jordan. Dove. I’ve known you for a long time now and I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you do with Steve.”

The words spilling out of her lips left you a little broken — the truth spearing you through. She wasn’t wrong, not one bit. Nat never nearly was, especially when your feelings were involved. Steve had become such an enigma to you in the past year.

The line of platonic friendship and overflowing emotional intimacy was becoming too entangled for you to even comprehend.

“Just think about it. I just want you to be happy.” The rest of the night, it’s all you could think about. A few days passed and it was still in the forefront of your mind.

When Steve was walking home with you this week, you couldn’t stop wondering all the hypotheticals swarming inside your dreams.

He could tell, too.

You’d never been so quiet, not ever. He’d like to hear you, especially when you were drunk. Like you seemed to be now, at least to him but tequila that lit a fire in your chest a few hours ago was beginning to wear off. Just when the feelings you kept trying to avoid would seep there way back in like your furry, fat cat Thor when he wormed his body through the gate into the apartment.

“What’s wrong? You’ve seemed off this week.” You felt his hand kiss yours, but he didn’t bother to find it’s home. He’d been keeping his distance or at least been trying to. You'd been so vulnerable lately and the last thing he wanted to do was exploit that.

Ever since Sharon had made a comment about Danielle, and you escaped with Nat, something changed. You more guarded around him, more than you'd ever been since you met.

Steve knew there was a reason for it, but he didn't want to push you — not when it looked like you would combust into a breakdown at any given moment.

“I’ve just been thinking about where my life is going and where I want it to go.” You confessed, letting your words linger. “Jordan wants me to move with him to California and I’m running out of reasons to say no.” In perfect harmony, your eyes met his at the same time.

They weren’t joyful what his bright blues usually possess, but this time they were indifferent. Not even you could read them.

“Do you want to move there with him?” Steve asked you, his heart on the verge of dropping into his stomach. “If it will make you happy, you should.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, you watched him drift away from you.

“I don’t know. It might.” Both of you coming to a halt, walking up to the apartment the two of you shared.

“He’s insecure about you. It’s why he’s pressuring me.” The two of your bodies so close but so far away as you stood in the doorway. With a confusing gaze and pouty lips, practically guiding you into temptation.

“He used to always tell me you were in love with me. He was fully convinced, still is. I never thought so. You were just my best friend, that was it. I just never really thought about it unless Jordan brought it up.” You would have loved to blame your sudden outburst on the alcohol, but it was something you'd been dying to do.

Before you never had the guts, but you a felt a pull towards Steve lately, like maybe there was something more trying to burst under the seams.

“I thought Tony was bullshitting me, fucking with me, but I didn’t ever give it a thought. Then, Nat brought up Spain.” Nights you told yourself were a mistake, but deep down it was the probably the safest you felt in a long time.

“What are you talking about? What did Tony say?” Fetching for the key, he slid it in before opening the door for you and following you inside. “Steve, why do you still live here?” Blushing cheeks and a string of incoherent words was all you could make out from him.

As he headed for the small couch, trying to make up an excuse good enough. One which you’d actually believe, he hoped.

“You make four times as much as me, if not more. For some reason, you’ve decided to stay in this shithole apartment — it doesn’t make sense.” He wished you would make sense of it, that way he didn’t have to say a word.

“Do you want me to move out?” He questioned, watching your movements. If you wanted him to move out, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

It was the last thing you wanted, but the line between your friendship with him was always blurred. Only now, when it was vaguely pointed out by the two people close to the both of you — it became more apparent than ever.

“No, I just, I guess I’m asking why. You know you’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, but this place is a dump, Steve. Why on earth would you wanna stay here?” When he looked up, where you stood above him having a hard time biting his tongue.

Because you’re here.

It’s what he wanted to say, but he didn’t have the right and he would just be an asshole if he put you in a compromising position. He already felt guilty enough with his feelings in the first place, he didn't need to pile on.

“I guess it’s just easier to stay. It’s so close to the ring and I’m maybe a tad too comfortable.” You sat next to him on the couch. Finding yourself trapped in the green of his eyes. “Don’t you want something better?” Maybe it was him or maybe it was you. Neither of you could tell.

The two of you inched closer until Steve was caressing your thigh, just with the tip of his thumb. “I’m more than happy with where I’m at.”

“Well, I’m asking because I need to go to California. Just for a bit. I need to see Jordan, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him.” He didn’t stop touching, not even with the mention of his name.

Even if it pierced him every time you talked about him. Or when Jordan came to town, he felt like he didn’t exist to you.

He didn’t blame you, not at all. Jordan was your highschool sweetheart, and you wanted so badly for it to work but something was holding you back. Something you were trying to let go of.

“He loves me so much and wants to start building this whole new life, but how am I supposed to tell him?” Steve said nothing, letting you sink into the ground.

“He’s been nothing, but kind and loving. Always there, always supportive. The best partner I could have asked for.” Steve laced your hand in his like it was the most natural thing in the world, making butterflies erupt at full speed.

You couldn’t really pinpoint a moment when he started, but all you knew is how safe his warm, calloused hands made you feel. Since the moment you met, never failing to comfort you when needed.

“Then what’s the problem, Dove?” Steve questioned you, untangling his body from yours.

If he was going to help you, he needed to think and being so close to you wouldn’t get himself where you needed. Above all, you didn’t make any easier when a small whine left your throat — tugging at his heart strings.

“We never talk about what happened in Barcelona.” You watched his body tighten, muscles in his arm constricting.

It made him feel just as uneasy as it did to you. At least you could find comfort in that.

“Dove, there’s a reason for it. You and I both know it.” Steve was right. His self righteous sense of nature always kicked in when you wanted it the least.

“You don’t think about it? Because I do.” Pushing weight on his heart, you were very aware you held. You weren’t too naive to know just how much he cared for you, but coward enough to try and make him admit it first.

“You were broken up, things are different now. We’re home where you have a boyfriend and I have boxing.”

“Yes, where I have a boyfriend who wants me to abandon everything I hold close to me to join him without even bothering to ask me what I want.” You puffed out, exhaustion coming in overflow. “The past year, he hasn’t once asked me what I want.”

The boy with golden locks found himself wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, nurse you back to health with all the love he could offer.

But even he knew he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t keep on spreading himself thin over a woman who was so conflicted, so distraught she was collapsing within herself. If he wasn’t too careful, he might fall right beside you.

“Before we got back together, he asked me.” You confessed, feeling better as soon as the secret flew from your mouth. “He asked you what?” Steve pressed on, a bit terrified of it truly, but even he had to know.

“He asked if anything happened between us the months I was there and I lied. Ever since we met, he’s been insecure. He thinks I’m going to leave you for him and it wasn’t the first time he asked either.” You wish you hadn’t dealt with the two of them so poorly, but with the expression on Steve’s face you knew you had.

“He knows I lied and it hurts even more he stayed with me anyways.” Steve didn’t move, his fear keeping him still.

“I don’t know how to be his after you, but I don’t know how to let go of my high school sweetheart either.” You felt trapped, in between an impossible decision. An old love, who loves you past your mistakes, past the hurt and a soulful heart admiring you from where you’re at and nothing less.

“Those nights don’t have to mean anything if you don’t want them to.” He spoke softly, his beautiful orbs catching yours in the moonlight peeking through the window.

“They mean too much to me, that’s the problem.” If he didn’t move as you inched closer to his body, planting yourself in front of him, you could tell he was straining himself.

“Do you remember the first time?” He looked confused, wondering if you truly were bold enough to speak of something you shouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. Your hand found his chest, feeling the pulse of his rapid heart beat. “I was so shy and timid the first time with you, but you guided me so well.” Too fond of the memory of him worshipping every part of your body.

The very thing he wanted to do since the moment he met you, but Steve wanted more than that. Now more than ever.

“You don’t have to remind me, Dove. I remember.” He swallowed deeply, trying to erase the permanent memory of your body writhing beneath him, moaning out his name, begging him for more.

He still found himself thinking about it. Those two months with you had just amplified what he felt even more because now he knew what it was like for you to wake up in his arms, bare skin against his own.

The way you curled into his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist for optimal comfort.

Or when he’d wake up before you, which was most days, he’d find you murmuring his name in your sleep while soft fingertips caressed your skin lulling you into a more peaceful slumber.

“I never forget, Dove. That’s the problem.” With one finger, he pushed back the hair falling in your face tucking it behind your ear. “I tried to move past it, I went on a couple dates with this woman, Danielle.” You already felt your heart clench at the thought of him with someone else.

“She’s kind, smart, and beautiful and she seems to like me. Sharon keeps bugging me to take her out again since she set the two of us up.” Steve was trying to talk calmly, but he couldn’t ground himself. Especially when you only seemed to pull back further from him.

It was weird that Sharon set the pair up, considering she dated Steve not too long ago but it seemed she could put her feelings inside if it was for your despair.

In her daunting eyes, you were the reason her and the promising boxer broke up in the first place. As cliche as it was, she offered Steve an ultimatum after six months of dating — her or you.

Steve picked you.

It wasn’t like he loved her at that point. He did care for her, but you just meant too much to him. When kind, iridescent eyes met his own for the first time Steve never was able to stop thinking about them. Or you for that matter.

Carefully calculated as Steve could be, he managed to trap you between the closed door of his bedroom and his toned body.

“But I want to hear you say something before I do.” His gaze never faltered for a moment as he played with the hem of the short slip dress adoring your taut figure.

Half of your mind was begging you to retreat into your room and forget the last time you’d been pressed up against him like this. The other half wanted to see what he would do once he knew you were in the palm of his hand once again.

You had a feeling he already did.

His beard was grown out and his silky, golden hair that almost reached his shoulders make him look even more deliciously sinful.

“What’s that?” You tried not to gulp loudly, but if you even made the slightest movement, he would notice. “Tell me you’re in love with him.” His soft thumb caressing your side, not sure if he was trying to soothe himself or you.

“Just tell me five years down the line, you see him right there with you. Just say it, so I can move on.” He couldn’t even look at you, he couldn’t take the inevitable. “Tell me we’re just friends and Jordan’s your future.” You met his eyes, the prettiest blues you’ll ever see.

Commanding your attention without even trying — every damn time. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but you knew seeing him hurt was chipping a piece of you away. Watching his arched eyebrows furrowed in distress, fine lines being made in the middle for proof.

Soft fingertips met his skin, smoothing out his furrowed brows, closing his eyes trying to remember what you smelled like. Just like Sharon reached her breaking point, he had too. Steve couldn’t watch you any longer without being the one you wanted without a doubt.

“Stevie.” You softly whisper, before pulling him into your arms.

Even if he was double your size, he let you hold him as best as you could. Comfort him even if you were the reason he’s breaking.

The strong, persistent boxer had been transported back to the sick and thin kid he once was before all the guns and glory came. Steve was right back to where he got rejected by anyone and everyone. A time and many places where no one gave a damn about Steve Rogers, not anyone he wished for.

You watched him untangle himself from you, but you weren’t sure just how much time had passed. A few minutes? Thirty? An hour?

Only time could tell and she wasn’t really on your side at the moment.

“I’ve only found love once. Back in high school, there was this girl, Hazel. She was kind, sweet, eyes that shined like fresh honey. The first person to ever show any interest in me and I was in love with the fact that someone actually wanted me.” Steve felt his heart clench at the memory he wished to forget.

“I truly believed I loved her with every fiber in me and I thought she cared about me too, until I realized she was just using me to get to Bucky.” You watched the distress wash over him again and you wanted nothing more than to make him feel appreciated and loved. Not rejected and forgotten.

“It broke my heart for months because I truly believed I was in love with this girl who I hardly knew.” He sighed deeply, like he somehow already was aware of the soft whisper of goodbye.

“It always kind of stayed with me, not ever feeling like I was good enough for anyone until Tony found me. Graduated high school and I started training dawn till dusk until I couldn’t anymore just to start all over and do it the next day.” He was looking everywhere but you. Even if there was not a thing in this damn hallway, but two pressured hearts.

“Not too long after, I met you and I remember thinking this is the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met in my life.” Now, feeling like an absolute dick because you truly didn't deserve for this wonderful man to be in your life.

“You were so kind to me and you had no reason to be, but I learned it’s just who you are. This amazingly bright full beam, shining their light on everyone else — not paying attention to how much they give even if it’s everything they have.” Your skin felt hot beyond comparison, the passion in the words he spoke deeper than the memory of his skin against your own.

“I always tried to ignore it, how stupidly kind and thoughtful you are. How much you take care of me when you don’t have to. You cleaned my wounds for months without even asking me what I was doing.”

“I already knew you had a boyfriend, one you love very much, but I couldn’t stop myself from being around you. Now, I have to leave. I need to move on for me because I know how this ends for me — how it always has.” He sighed before walking away, leaving you hanging in every conceivable way. You didn’t notice the suitcase by the door before. Until he was walking out of the apartment with his possessions in hand — out of sight and out of mind.

“Wait!” He was already making it to his car, the old beat up pickup truck he couldn’t seem to get rid of when you reached him. “I just need time, Steve.” You’d been sprinting after him, until you caught up to him, making his attention fully focused on you.

“Jordan’s the only boyfriend I’ve ever had — I don’t know how to let him go.” You were crying because maybe, deep down you were hoping you could have your cake and eat it too.

“And you’re the only person I’ve ever been in love with, Dove. I can’t keep sticking around hoping you’ll wake up one day and feel the same.” He emptied his belongings in his truck before returning his attention towards you.

“Steve, don’t do this. Please. Don’t leave me.” You’d become so dependent on him, more than you realized. “You’re the only person who truly loves me and not for who they want me to be.” Trying to plead with him, but it felt like you were only pushing him even further away.

“Then tell me I’m the only one you want.” But all he was left with silence because you couldn’t and he already knew what you didn’t. He knew you hated change more than anything, that you’d rather stay in what was comfortable even if you were presented with a different option.

Someone you wanted more.

With tears in your eyes, you looked up at him like he was crushing you and there was nothing to stop the numbing feeling. He sympathized, maybe more than he liked to admit, it’s what he chose to live with over the past year. It started the moment he met you if he was truly being honest.

He knew there was nothing left for him, no matter how much his heart clenched at the sound of your cries. He couldn’t be the one who was always taking care of you, loving you, when you didn’t feel what he felt. It was splitting him open, and you just kept taking pieces of him away — parts of him you would hold forever.

He let you cling onto him one more time, begging for him not to leave you. He let you believe he wouldn’t as he calmed you back in a false sense of security. Until you were asleep in his soft sheets later that night, leaving you lonely in the home you’d been sharing.

With only half of his belongings with him, he pulled up to the project he had just completed. Even now, with not a single hope you would ever see it after he just abandoned you, there was still a light hope you’d be able to at least see it one day. If Steve was ever strong enough to face his heartbreak again.

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🌷 fighting with Tom and his mum steps in to break it up because you guys are "too good of a couple to break up"

Okay, so i took it to bit of angst and it got a bit longer than expected, oops

Warnings: angst, jealous Tom.

It was an afternoon, on Saturday, you, Tom and his family were spending a nice weekend out at the beach. The weather was great and everyone was having fun, except until the moment you and Tom started to argue over something so small as jealously.

"Oh, you don't want to bring this up, Thomas", you said with determination as soon as you passed the door for the beach house his family rented for everyone. You didn't even know if there was someone at home when the two of you decided to get out of the beach and fight instead of enjoy the beautiful sunny day.

"I think I want it, actually", Tom said, crossing his arms over his chest, his black t-shirt wet from the water that didn't get time to dry of his body. "That's exactly what I want. Why would you keep talking with him, when you knew he was obviously flirting with you?"

You turned on your heels, too irritated that he kept saying the same things from just a couple minutes ago.

"What the hell, Tom! I've told you, I didn't know he was hitting on me, okay? He was just talking about his fucking cat and showing me pictures, that was all. The minute I got the hint what he was trying to do, I told him I had a boyfriend. Fuck, why won't you believe me?"

"I do believe you", he rolled his eyes. "I just don't get it how you couldn't notice what he was trying to do beforehand".

You walked straight to your room, letting the door open since you knew Tom would come to you. "Hey, I'm still talking".

"Well, I'm not", you shrugged, taking off your shorts and throwing it aside. You would take care of your dirty clothes later, when you weren't so pissed at him. "I'm done talking to you about this. And if you insist, I'll probably hit on that specific topic we both know that is much more problematic than what you saw at the beach".

"How can anything be more problematic? That ass fucking kissed you, y/n, for fuck's sake!"

"It wasn't even a proper kiss, Tom, I got off the second I felt it!", you shout, letting the frustration take control over your mouth. "And you know what I'm talking about! You know that I'm talking about the fact that you have a bunch of girls giggling and smiling at you every fucking day, and sometimes I have to stand behind a fucking phone to take pictures of them holding your waist like you were two best friends, and the fact that you get to kiss so many actresses, and still I won't complain"

"Because you know it's my fucking job!"

"Because I know it's not real and that my jealously is all in my head, Tom, because I know I trust you!"

"And I trust you too"

"That's not what it looks like"

"Oh, fuck off", he scoffed, "You wanted me to play nice with a guy who tried to kiss my girlfriend and you don't want me to be mad at it. Really, y/n? So you can tell me that if a girl came to me and tried to do the same damn thing you wouldn't be fucking mad at her?"

"I would probably get mad at her, not at you", you argue, closing your fists beside your tensed body.

"I'm not mad at you, I am just mad at-" Tom stopped himself to think better. "Well, I'm mad at you for not accepting that I have a reason to be frustrated".

You gasp in disbelief. "You're unbelievable", you shook your head, crossing the room to take a towel and finally head to a good hot and relaxing shower, "You're ruining my weekend, thanks".

Tom's face was getting red, his eyes focused on your tensed and stiff moves.

"I just saw a guy with his goddamn mouth on yours, sweetheart, if there's someone who just ruined the weekend, it was you", he was almost spitting his words.

You turned to look at him again, a face covered in what seemed disgust and disbelief. You were ready to say a whole lot of things back, but you contained yourself. The hurt on your chest wasn't worth it. You were in the brick of tears, waiting to roll down your cheeks, but you held them back. Tom looked beyond mad and that didn't look like your sweet boyfriend anymore. So you grabbed your towel and walked out of the room.

"Can you, please, stop walking out when we're talking?", he shouted, but you didn't stop until you reached the bathroom.

"This is not talking, Tom, and I better do so before I say something I regret".

"Like what?"

"Like I fucking hate you!"

The moment the words came out of your mouth, you closed your eyes tightly. That was it, the entire argument fucked everything up.

"You hate me?", Tom swallowed the knot on his throat. He took a couple of seconds in silence before his sharply words came out, the hurt audible on his voice. "If so, why don't you just go away? Why don't you break up with me? You hate my job, you hate me. I bet you even hate spending time with me. Go on".

"Stop playing the victim, Tom", you turned to face him, and regretted immediately. He was crying, his eyes red and wet. At the view, your voice involuntarily softened. "I didn't mean it in that way. I-".

"What is going on here?"

The voice of Tom's mother made both of you wake from the thick tension that seemed to be pulling you two to your own little world. Your eyes turn to the woman who has a worried expression on her face, brows pulled in a frown.

"Mum, we're kinda busy right now, would you just- just leave us alone, okay?", Tom didn't face her, trying to avoid that she looked at his redshot eyes.

"No, you're fighting!", she said, deception covering her words. "And why is that? Stop it, it was supposed to be your little vacation, why are you two yelling at each other?"

"I'm sorry, but I just can't take it right now", giving her an apologetic weak smile, you turn around again to enter the bathroom and lock yourself inside.

Tom keeps stood in front of that door, not so sure about what to do. He feels his mother rubbing his shoulder slightly. "She is breaking up with me".

He didn't know why he was telling his mother such a thing, when he knew it wasn't even a fact, but Tom suddenly felt so insecure, so fragile, thinking about the possibility of you walking out of that bathroom and making your bag to fly back home.

"Oh, no, this ain't happening", his mother turned to face him. "Tom, you're too good of a couple to break up. Trust me, you guys work so great together. I've never seen you so comfortable with anyone, and so happy whenever she's around. It was just a silly fight, I'm sure".

Tom sighed loudly and turned around, giving her mother a light touch on her shoulder, before entering your shared room.

He waited for you to come back, which took a while. You were in the bathtub, trying to calm your nerves down until the water was cold. When you were out, you found yourself surprised to see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, head down as he seemed to be deep in thoughts. He didn't hear you at first, but when yours wet feet stepped inside, your towel around you body, he raised his head and his eyes scanned you, looking for some kind of sight of your current mood.

You walked around the room, collecting the pieces of clothes you needed, not saying a single word. Tom observed you until he couldn't hold back his desperation anymore.

"Please, don't break up with me"

You stopped on your tracks and looked at him, cocking an eyebrow at his sudden plea.

"What? I'm not gonna break up with you", you said, a bit confused. "Why would you think that? I was just mad at you".

"You said you hate me", he murmured, averting his gaze as his cheeks turned a light pink, "And I told you to break up with me, but that's not what I meant. I don't want this. And I'm sorry, for saying it and for overreacting. I- I don't think you ruined the weekend. I did, and I'm sorry for that too".

Though you really wanted to stay firm and tough, your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Your sweet boyfriend was back. He never left, but the jealously was taking the best of him.

You sighed, walking towards him and sitting beside his figure. "It's okay. But I don't hate you, and you know that, dumbass", you smile. "In fact, I love you. More than anything. I'm sorry for saying it, it was insensitive of me and I'm never saying it again".

Tom stared at you with relief, one of his hands cupping your face. "Thank you. I love you too, darling".

You lean towards his, letting your eyes flutter close, as you touch both noses and forehead. "Ya know, the weekend is not over yet. It's not ruined. What you wanna do?"

Tom shrugged. "Whatever you want, actually. I just want to spend some time alone with you".

You smile and take his lips on yours. "That sounds amazing for me".

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