#hope this is okay !! lemme know if you'd like something else (:

[collectivemesses]

@thefandomagenda

Slow. That was the only and best way to describe that particular night. Painfully, tediously slow. Not a single person in the place had been willing to pay for more than some heavy petting, most clearly too poor to afford whatever they thought they were going to get. He could understand it, the need to come here despite not being able to afford the goods, but oh how it made his job all the more difficult. After all, the club took a cut and he still needed to break even, and it was proving difficult.

It was on his way out of a bathroom after cleaning off some insurance brokers spit from his skin that he spotted someone who looked like maybe, just maybe, they might be a break in the slow. A smirk, and he was floating on over to them.

"I'm surprised to see someone like you in a place like this," Chai cooed, leaning against the table with his hip. He made no secret of the way his eyes trailed over them, "You lost, handsome? Perhaps I can help you find your way."

[lockedfighter]

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐            starter call . ♡ @cornelianlute

༊⋆｡˚                                  perhaps  wandering  caused  a  little  too  much  trouble  ;  it  was  (  safe  )    to  say  ,  she  was  well  and  truly  l  o  s  t  .  that  tonberry    hadn’t  stopped  following  her  however  ..  stabby  little  —-  ❛  oh  !!  i’m  so  sorry  ..  are  you  the  princess  by  any  chance  ?  ❜  she  certainly  looked  like  royalty  .  ❛    i  was  hoping  you  could  assist  me    ?  ❜

[tamaraneanpacifist]

“Please tell me there’s no spiders living here…” 

(From Taranee!) (Meme: Adventurer/Explorers Sentence Starters)

Adventurer/Explorers Sentence Starters

[[Thank you for sending!]]

Honestly, Wildfire was very glad that he didn't have to look into this place alone. He was rather sure that this deep hole into the earth (this wasn't a description lacking because of his learning of english, it was actually the only way he could really describe it) had not been there weeks ago, and now it was there. When he had before taken a look, there was a light flickering somewhere further in, though it vanished too fast to take any proof of it or show it to anyone. Wise enough to not go in on his own, Wildfire eventually got told that one of Hay Lin's friends was going to accompany him to look into the... the thing - and hearing that made the whole mission a lot more pleasant. He was hoping to meet her friends!

Now that they actually were here, though, already a good bit down into the hole (somehow, it had enough of a small slant that one could move down on too, if they were careful enough), the darkness and the rather pressing feeling of the walls and the light from above growing more and more distant; well, that made him more aware of the worrying situation again. He had his hood down ever since having done the introductions with Taranee (he felt like it was impolite to keep it up when he wanted to at least try to become friends with someone), and right now that was better anyway since a hood would only block more of the diminishing light from his sight. Thankfully, he still had his own light once it would be needed - and Taranee had a similar option too, from what he understood - so they would be fine, but it was still an almost threatening atmosphere. And that even though they hadn't encountered anything yet.

"Spiders are... live-ing in all place-s, no?" He had helped remove some from the Tower before, and that place probably had the highest security anything could have. These little insects just managed to get into everywhere, from how it seemed to him. "It is okay. I am, sure, we will not see spiders."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if you’d like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when he’ll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed… nobody got their money) 😋😋

Also, when i saw the notification “@cashmoneyyysstuff started following you” i have never hit a follow back button so fast 😭🫶

Remember you’re amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved ❤️

WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT (yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))

fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !

for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.

deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)

or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.

deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)

and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.

as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.

and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.

"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"

"mhm. definitely."

"yup."

"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.

okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.

kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"

"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.

"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about

"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"

you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.

you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.

izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.

izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.

"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"

"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?—it was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.

both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"

kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.

"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.

"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..but—cute." she said.

"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.

"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.

mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "

" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.

" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."

ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.

denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.

"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.

"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama

" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.

"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.

"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines

"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.

jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.

" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.

"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.

needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.

"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.

"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.

meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.

katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.

"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.

"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.

"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.

"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !"

god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.

and unfortunately still is.

you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.

"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think you’re plenty fun to be around"

katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.

you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.

he's such a whipped loser.

he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.

"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.

you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.

you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.

"i take it back actually" you start "you're super cool to be around, kacchan." you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his face—

" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"

you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.

"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !— i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.

"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"

at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-

" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face

"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.

you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.

"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"

" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.9

Hope it's alright

I know it's not particularly long, but this heat is killing ya girl

Also I tried to do something I can't really do as a people pleaser which is write a convincing argument, lemme know if it feels organic?

<< Part 8 Part 10 >> Masterlist

Waking up was simple. As easy as opening your eyes.

The room was white, strikingly white, and clean. It was the cleanest room you'd ever been in. There was a window on the far right wall which sunrays spilled through. A series of consoles were against the back wall, some were vaguely recognisable as medical supplies. Wires, tubes, tools, scanning equipment, etc. There were two chairs, an empty one by the window and another to your left. Occupying it was Logan.

He was asleep, hunched over, his chin touching his chest, arms folded.

What had happened?

The night replayed in your mind, you'd all enjoyed Gambit's food, watched a movie, wound down with Logan and then slept with Laura because she had nightmar- and it hit you. Like metal claws to the abdomen.

Laura had reacted to the stimuli. She had been scared and you touched her.

She stabbed you.

Her wet, terrified, face flashed behind your eyes.

Where was she?

You needed to make sure she was okay.

“L-” You coughed. “Logan.”

His brow twitched.

“Logan.” You spoke firmer.

Hazel eyes snapped open and he immediately grabbed your hand in his. “Y/N.”

Not knowing what else to say, you said “Hi.”

He tackled you in a bear hug, breathing shakily in your ear. “Fucking hell.” His fingers grabbed at your hair and spine, not landing on one area for too long. Far too frantic to stay still.

“I'm alright.” You promised, rubbing his back. “It's okay.”

Logan sniffed once, pulling you in tighter before letting you go. You were only barely at an arm's length. “You were so clos-”

“Hey.” You tapped his arm to accentuate the point. “I'm fine. I'm actually feeling remarkably well.”

“That's the cradle.” He explained. “It's a new form of medical tech. Too experimental to put into hospitals but can be used on mutants and other super beings. It regrows organs, regrows tissue, bones, plasma, the lot.”

You took the information in. “So… I feel good as new because I am?”

“Yeah.” His thumb stroked your palm.

“Okay... well, where's Laura? How is she?” Your eyes scanned the door. “Can I see her?”

Logan's hopeful face morphed into disdain. He huffed, sitting back - away from you - in the chair. “She's at the apartment.”

“But she's okay?” You tried.

“I don't know.”

You frowned. “What do you mean you don't know?”

“Been here the whole time.” He spoke honestly.

That was sweet however what had happened to your baby? “How long have you been here?”

“You've been asleep for two days.”

Fuck!

“Where's my phone? I need to call her.” You tried to shuffle up.

“No.” He ceased your movements. “Don't. She could've fucking killed you.”

“She didn't mean to.” You defended.

“Doesn't matter.”

“Logan.”

“Y/N.” He was getting angry.

“You can't seriously expect me to shut her out because she was scared and an accident happened.”

“I do.” He declared. “I do expect that! You should be wary, be cautious. She could have killed you!”

“She didn't!”

“She did! You were- she did.” Logan sighed, looking up to the ceiling and then back down at you, his jaw twitching. “She did kill you. You died and I-” He chuckled darkly. “You fucking died.”

That was something.

You died.

You felt amazing for a dead woman.

“Lo-”

“No.” He stopped you. “I only get another fifty or sixty years. I'm allowed to be pissed. I will outlive you tenfold. She almost cut that short. She took that away from me. She took you away from me."

You didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything really. He was right. “I-I know it's easy. Logan," You started, not knowing where it would end. "I know your world was bad, I know you weren't treated right. But please. Please. Don't be angry at her. Don't stay mad. I know it's been what's fueled you throughout the tough times but please.” You sighed. “I don't know what I'm trying to say. I guess, don't be what your world wants. Don't be what they made you. Choose forgiveness. I have. I'd never stay mad at either of you.”

“I wouldn't do that.”

Now's a better time than any. “You did.”

His brows met. “What?”

“My back wasn't some two-bit Wolverine.” You shrugged. “My Logan- he… he didn't mean to.”

Logan sat, staring deep into your soul, before he nodded once.

~~

“So.” Wade sauntered into the ‘ward’. “If you wanted to not come to the party you could've just said.” He dragged the second chair over, making a horrid scraping noise, and plonked down.

You scoffed. “Oh yeah, blame me, you could have one anytime.”

“If you're not there the Wolverines won't be as nice. They're dicks without you.”

“Wade, I'm fine. They've made me stay extra to check my vitals but I will be good for Sat.” You flashed the ‘okay’ symbol.

“Hmm.” Wade made a face. “How are you okay? Weren't you shished?”

Logan growled.

“Lo said they used a cradle thing to heal me.”

“Oh, from Avengers Age of Ultron? Is Doctor Cho here, too? Is Maya that lazy?”

“I haven't seen a Doctor Cho.” You scanned through the doctors. There was a Marcus and a Connors but no Cho. “Have you seen one?”

Logan shook his head but otherwise stayed silent. He had been silent the whole time, it was eerie. Just watching over you, making sure you were fine - fluffing pillows and pouring water - but being angrily quiet as he did.

“How's things been?” You were eager to hear any updates. Any gossip.

“Well, it's a little tense.” Wade took a sip from your water. “God, that's as old as Al.”

“How's Laura?” Getting back on track.

“She's… she's keeping to herself. El tries to help. El is actually here, Blade and Gambit are watching babyrine.”

“Oh.” That was good news. You could get El to spill. She wasn't one to beat around the bush. Well, you hadn't thought Wade would've but here he was...

“Only one visitor, bar this sexy hunk, at a time.” He shuffled, cheekily. “I called first watch.”

“You just wanted to moan about your party.”

“Yeah. But also.” He pointed at you. “This is Deadpool and Wolverine fanfiction. I need to make an appearance. To come on 'screen'. Ha I said cum."

You just laughed at him.

Wade spent a while talking before he took a very not-a-hint-but-actually-an-order from Logan and left, allowing El to enter.

“Y/N.” She grinned in relief. “Thank heavens!”

“El.” You straightened your spine. “How's Laura?”

She sat before she answered, brows upturned, “Not good.”

“I don't blame her.” You shook your head.

“I know, love.” She rubbed her thighs, a nervous tick. “She's nonverbal again. Ran away twice, Blade tracked her down. She's upset. Terrified.”

Your heart broke. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, she shouldn't feel like that! She should be able to live happily. You fucking hated the TVA, hated the world she grew up in, hated the circumstances that caused her to lash out. “It took so long after Anna Marie for her to start talking again.”

“She feels bad but I think seeing you okay would be good for everyone.”

“I'll be out of here soon.”

Logan grunted. “I don't trust her.”

El gave him a dirty look. “It could happen to anyone.”

He huffed.

“I've tried.” You waved him off. “He won't listen.”

~~

Your next visitor was absolutely a surprise. Logan had tensed before you'd even realised there was one! Ready to take on any threat that would come. 

“L/N.” Tony Stark entered the room, unbuttoning his jacket pocket so he could quickly swivel into the seat. He had a weird gracefulness to him, as if the world worked around Tony. 

“Stark.” You followed suit on the last name calling. 

“You have had a doozy of a time here in our universe.” 

“I don't think I've done badly enough to concern your lot.” 

“Oh my lot are fine.” He dismissed. “I came for you.” 

“Why?” Logan grunted. 

“Calm down, lover boy, I wanted to see how she was.”

“The cradle’s yours.” You assumed. 

“Mine, Banners, Richards. I think Strange tweaked it with his wizard mumbo jumbo.” 

“I feel fine.” You were growing tired of telling people. “Completely normal.”

“You should feel a little better than normal.” He produced a pair of glasses from his breast pocket, wiping and then placing them on his face. “We hijacked you.” 

Logan stood, the chair skidding to the floor. 

“Calm down.” Tony rolled his eyes but Logan didn't listen, stomping over and clutching the billionaire's shirt. 

“Talk.” 

“Logan!” 

Tony was unbothered. He looked as bored as he would in a board meeting. “Call it a safety precaution.” 

“A safety precaution?” You repeat. 

“Yeah.” He shrugged against Logan's grip. “So this guy doesn't go animalistic again.” 

Logan demanded, “what did you do?” 

“We injected you with a… well let's just call it a pathogen. It's various stem cells, blood samples and good ol' fashion genetic engineering mixed together. The pathogen infects the body. The antibodies come and save the day. The cells remember and can recreate.” 

“I did go to school.” You needed him to elaborate. Tony bent his neck to look at you past Logan, who was still towering over him. 

“Your cells now have the capability to regenerate.” You thought ‘fuck off’ as Logan simultaneously dropped the shirt. “It's not immortality but a stab wound won't be as bad now. Won't be cause to phone me at 4am demanding shit.” Surely, that couldn't be the only reason. He'd read the files, he knew what had happened last time. He wanted to prevent that. 

“Bu-but how can you just do that? How can you alter my genes?” You scanned the men. Logan had a scared to be hopeful expression and Tony was adjusting his clothing. 

“Mutant genes are very malleable. I suppose that's one of the reasons you guys were hunted in your world. Perfect lab rats to make the perfect weapons and all that shit.” 

Logan huffed. “As I recall you made a fortune selling weapons.”

“And now I've saved your girlfriend.” Tony stood. “You guys are free to go. We've got all we need, you're perfectly stable. Maybe eat some more you're a little underweight but I imagine your whole posse-” he gestured in a circle “-is due to the Void ‘n all.” 

~~

Going home had never felt like this. 

You were happy. 

They'd helped you. 

They'd been able to alter you. Make you better. 

But you were a little annoyed. 

They could've asked you first. 

Yeah, you could now possibly live a little longer, be with your Wolverines that bit extra. 

But they ALTERED your body?! 

You needed to think of something else. Anything else. 

“When'd ya get the car?” 

Logan was driving the two of you back to the apartment. It was a massive, black Jeep.

“Second, third, day I got here.” 

“But we-” You were confused. “We walk everywhere.” 

“You said you liked the strolls.” He shrugged, coming to a stop at the red light. “I dunno, thought you'd like the fresh air.”

“Huh.” You said because it was too quiet. 

Why was he so quiet? 

Why was he STILL being so quiet?

“What button is the radio?” 

Logan pushed it without a word. 

You heard the string strumming of a guitar and the deep voice of Eddie Vedder. Logan had introduced you to Pearl Jam in your universe but you hadn't heard this song. 

I took a drive today

Time to emancipate

I guess it was the beatings 

Made me wise 

“What's this called?” 

“Rearviewmirror.” He pressed the gas and the car was moving again. 

The journey was excruciating. 

Yeah, the music was good but he was so infuriating. Barely making any sound but the squeeze of his palm against the steering wheel, the annoyed grunts, his foot on the pedals.

“Are you gonna talk to me?” 

“I am.” 

That was it. “Pull over.”

He made a noise. 

“Pull. Over.” 

Logan made no move to, so you undid your belt and went to open the door. Lightning quick, he locked you both in the car. “Stop.” 

“Fuck off.” You shoved him, causing the car to swerve. “Let me out!” 

“I'm not letting you out.” He yelled, using one hand to stop you and the other to drive. 

“You've been an asshole!” You shouted back. “Let me the fuck out!” 

Logan growled and harshly pulled over. The hand he had protecting himself served as your seatbelt. 

“This what you want?” Logan demanded, turning fully to face you. 

“Yes! Fuck yes! Talk to me!” You threw your hands up in frustration. “Tell me what your feeling! I know you're pissed and you know I am and now they've changed my DNA to suit you! And you won't even look at me!” 

“I'd never ask them to do that, you know that.” He spat through his teeth. “But it's a miracle they did considering you're so quick to forgive her.” 

“Logan! It was an accident!” You shoved at him again but the man caught your hand breathing heavy. 

You huffed staring into his dark eyes. 

Fuck him

You-oh no

You wanted to fuck him. 

Why was he so attractive?

All hot and sweaty and angry.

Your mouth parted to speak, Logan's eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes, stopping the words from forming. 

His lips crashed against yours, teeth and tongues meeting harshly. Your hands tugged his hair and you growled into the kiss. 

“We’re.” Kiss. “Still.” Kiss. “Fighting.” 

Logan chuckled. “I know.” He bit your bottom lip. 

You pulled Logan down but were obstructed by the fucking seatbelt. 

“Off.” The order passed your lips before you realised. 

He was quick to oblige, unbuckling himself and hoisting you over to him. Your legs straddling his, back against the steering wheel; causing the horn to beep, making the two of you jump. 

Logan flipped the lever under the seat and pushed himself back, giving you both room. 

He took your shirt off - from a bag El had brought, Wade clearly tampered with - and frowned. 

“What the fuck is that?” 

You glanced down to the trashy red and black themed bra. “There was only one bra in that bag, Deadpool theme is better than nothing.”

“No it isn't.” He argued, “take it off.” 

You smirked. “No, you're gonna fuck me with this on.” 

His jaw twitched but there was a glint in his eyes. He liked it. 

You leaned your body on your right knee and yanked your left shoe and pant leg off. 

Logan gasped. 

The bottom half of the underwear set was skimpy as fuck. It was actually less than a thong. There were frilly bits on your hips but where your pussy was were two tiny strings that did nothing to cover the way it dripped. These were designed for fucking. For being worn whilst being fucked. 

He hated that Wade brought your lingerie before he had but the guy had good taste. 

“Other shoe and leg off.” He nodded at you, you didn't want to let him win but you did follow the instruction. 

“Your turn, dickhead.” 

“You'll get this dick’s head.” He muttered unbuckling his belt. 

His belts were so over the top. You knew he wore them to be ogled at. 

He was quick to unzip his jeans and pumped his dick a few times. 

Your giggling cut him off. 

“What'ya laughing at?” He grumbled. 

You licked your palm and replaced his hand. “Nails.” 

His dick was thick, you knew it was but right here, right now, with it in your hand made it all the more obvious. 

He groaned as you ran a thumb over his head, swirling the bead of precome. He was gorgeous like this. Subservience suited him. 

You kept pumping him, biting down on the bit of flesh that connected his shoulder and neck. You sucked the healing flesh and kissed it. Logan huffed in relief until you bit as hard as you could on the skin. Logan moaned, twitching like mad, his head falling onto your shoulder in an effort to maintain composure. 

He yanked your hand off of himself pushing you against the wheel as he quickly entered you, using only the two filed fingers. 

“Gotta get you ready, baby.” 

You pulled him from you. “Who said you could touch me?” His hand, still in yours, was brought up to your mouth and you put on a display. Licking his fingers clean. 

“I am going to fuck you into next week,” He warned. “Let me make sure you enjoy it.” 

You hummed but rose from the position he had you in, sinking down on his dick. 

It was tight, it always was, but it was tight. 

You let out a breathy high pitched moan as you hit home. Panting sensually to drive him mad. 

Logan's ironclad grip was hot on your hips, easing you to a slow rhythm as you adjusted. 

You kept the movements he had set but increased the pace. 

His eyes kept bouncing between your blissed out expression and your tits. 

You were gorgeous. 

He was so angry earlier. 

Livid

Why was he so mad? 

Right.

This has almost been taken away from him. 

He couldn't imagine not being with you again. Not kissing you again. Not loving you again. Not fucking you again. 

Even with these stupid fucking nails on. 

He had considered ripping them off but you loved them so much he couldn't bring himself to do it. 

One hand of yours snaked its way to his chest and you swivelled your hips, trying to hit that spot. You needed to hit it. Why couldn't you hit it?

Logan knew you, knew what you liked. So he thrusted a little into the fucking and you cried out. 

Finally.

He bit his lip trying to be careful, he didn't know how much power you'd allow him. Didn't know if you'd tell him off. 

“Logan.” You spoke without realising. “Choke me.” 

Usually, he would've been quick to respond but after the last few days it felt wrong. 

“Logan, either you f-fuck me right or we skip ahead to-ah-to continuing the fight.” 

“I don't want to hurt you by accident.” You had slowed the pace but he kept thrusting into you, kept hitting that sweet, sweet area. 

You couldn't even argue because the fucker had found your clit. 

It didn't take long for you to cum after that. 

You were putty in his arms. 

Logan kissed you whilst he came, your walls pulsing around his dick, before your head fell to the crook of his neck.

As his breath evened out he spoke, “I almost lost you.”

You hoisted yourself upright from his shoulder and saw the glossy eyes. 

“You didn't and now you won't.”

Part 10

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[boughkeeping]

SOUR until SUGAR ☆

Suna rintarou x fem! reader

Fluff (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠).

For Minnie <3

You moved on, you really thought you did but seeing him happy with somebody else while you were still where you are now triggered something within you, well someone wishes to change that... A regular customer maybe?

/ Pls lemme know the artists @!

"Good morning" your coworker greeted you

"morning" you replied with a smile, for some reason today you felt like everything would go well.

You were in charge of taking orders today.

"Excuse me-" A familiar voice called out to you.

It was your ex, you were stunned you didn't know what to do unless he snapped you out of it again "Two strawberry shortcake, One latte and one Watermelons soda please." He only said that and returned to a table. With a girl.

Maybe your gut feeling that things would go right today wasn't correct after all.

"he didn't even say a hi... Of course why would he hah"

You wrote the order immediately down in a sticky note, you stole a glance at them before giving it to your coworker.

She was pretty, she really was. You felt she was even prettier than you taller than you and probably smarter than you too who knows.

You sighed and opened your phone to text your friend.

[You]

You won't believe ts,

I'm at work and for

some reason my ex who was in kyoto

Is in Tokyo's café where i work

Fml

[Friend]

WHAG

the odds are less but ever zero huh

GOOD LUCK

don't sweat it you guys ended it on

good terms isn't it?

Nth to worry abt

[You]

He's here with a girl :)

Probably new gf :))))

[Friend]

Oh....

Rip soldier ..

You closed your phone and almost went for a washroom break to bang your head on the wall but then the regular customer for 2 months walked in.

He approached the counter, "The regular?" You asked. He scratched his neck "Actually I have yet to decide" you handed him one of the sticky notes "After you decide you can write it here and bring it to me okay?"

40 seconds later he handed you the note.

Iced lemon soda

Blueberry cheesecake

You chuckled as you read it "he was going to write iced lemon soda anyway huh" then you saw there was an extremely scribbled line at the bottom you squinted your eyes but still couldn't read it.

That night you went home and devoured a whole box of ice cream watching comedy shows hoping it'll make you feel better.

The next day after school it started raining, it seems that the weather has been matching your mood lately and your bad luck has been consistent too, you held out a hand feeling the raindrops contemplating if you should wait till it stops or just run through it so you don't get late for work.

You sighed, you didn't want to get scolded by your manager again so you decided you'll just make a run for it, by running you'll reach there in 6 minutes of course it came with the risk of falling down and embarrassing yourself but you'd prefer that over getting scolded anyday.

Just as you put one foot into the slightly muddy ground something covered you from the above, a grey umbrella you turned your head to see it was the regular customer. "...what" it just came out of your mouth automatically. "Hm? Never seen me before?" He questioned, well you really didn't you entered this school only 4 months ago. "You go around here?" You asked. He smirked "That sounds like you're hittin' on me"

You raised your hand and waved it "huh no really.. I didn't know you studied here too.."

He just looked at the sky and then back at you "Well in any case we're heading the same way aren't we?"

"...to the café?" You asked. Just to be sure.

"Walking with me would be better than getting wet isn't it?"

Months passed and autumn arrived.

Of course you were working and he came again.

You walked to his table and folded your arms

"we're about to close"

"make some time for me yeah?" He put his one leg above the other.

Two people entered after him, it was your ex and that girl again.

You were less bothered by it this time because someone you knew was there. You tapped your feet "hurry I've gotta take orders of other people too y'know?"

He rested his chin on his hand "Actually I haven't decided yet"

You sighed and handed him a sticky note "you know what to do"

Before walking away you told him "It's my last day working here today by the way"

He hummed "My order today needs to be even more special then I guess"

After a minute he handed you the note.

Since you were already slightly annoyed and nervous from your ex and his girlfriend or whatever being there. You just handed the note to your co- worker who is also the manager without reading it. 4 seconds later she taps on your soldier "what is this..." You read it.

1 lemon iced soda

1 Jasmine milk tea

1 chocolate fudge

1 taro lava cake

1 chicken delight pizza

2 half cheese half sausage corn dogs and,

For the pretty cashier to share this with me

Custom order : her heart ♡

It was full of your favourite snacks from the café and most importantly what the hell was the last note, you immediately turned your face towards the opposite wall trying to hide your red face. Your manager sighed and put her hands on your shoulder. "Listen just go for it okay, you can take a leave today I won't reduce it from your paycheck"

"what????" You looked back at your manager, before you could say anything else she just pushed you "now off you go"

You pulled a seat in front of Suna and just sat there. "Why did you order so much? No way I can finish that" he leaned into the table now both his hands supporting his face. "I'll finish it for you then" you chuckled "like a trash panda?" He scoffed "yes. Like a trash panda."

Your gaze moved behind him, where your ex and his new girl were sitting Suna noticed that and his frown deepened he poked your cheek to face you towards him "How insulting, looking at others when I'm before you"

"I'm not..." You were about to pick your phone that was on the table to distract yourself but he pulled your phone back to him, you couldn't help but shamelessly notice his pretty hands "I'll repeat again, how can you focus on other things when I'm right here?"

Well let's say maybe you were gonna be getting a new boyfriend.

Everything felt sour until he added sugar.

[merakiui]

HOLY!!!!!!!!! Can i have Floyd with "what's up with not calling me back?"??? if you're still doing the fwb dialogues!!!

(fwb dialogues)

For most of the week, Floyd's committed himself to following you around like a lost puppy. It was amusing the first day (and ominous to those who weren't aware of his involvement with you), but now it's Friday and you're beyond fed up. It was one thing to watch him seat himself beside you at lunch, thereby snatching Ace's usual spot, but it's another entirely to have him wait outside of Ramshackle to pick you up.

He's determined. You weren't expecting he'd last through the week. You're not particularly entertaining when you're so focused on your own priorities, but somehow that hasn't deterred him.

"Do you need something?" you ask, shutting and locking the door. Grim left before you, but now you almost wish he was here. The tension, though not as thick, is still troubling to navigate.

"Nah. Just wanna shadow ya today."

"You've done that all week."

"Shrimpy's been interesting all week."

You roll your eyes and stride ahead. He easily falls into step beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. It's quiet for all of two minutes before Floyd decides to break it.

"So what's up with not calling me back?"

"You'd know since you were following me all week." You peer up at him, arms folding sternly over your chest.

"That's just it. I don't."

"I was busy, Floyd."

"Busy," he parrots with a slight frown. "Mmkay."

"I need to study for a few upcoming exams."

"I getcha."

"So you can't distract me."

"I'd never."

"I'm serious. I need to get my grades up. I'm on the verge of falling behind."

"So I'll study with ya."

"Absolutely not."

Floyd pouts. "It ever occur to you that I wanna spend time with you outside of sex?"

"Not once."

"Well, I do."

"I highly doubt that." When he doesn't justify that with a retort, you add, "I haven't been ignoring you if that's what you think."

"I never said that."

"Okay... So why're you so hung up on me not calling you back?"

For a slim second, you think he looks conflicted. There's doubt in those normally bright two-toned eyes of his. But then it's gone, quick as a flash, and Floyd's back to wearing his sticky smile.

"'m not hung up. I was gonna ask ya somethin' real important."

"And you couldn't text it to me?"

"Nah. Calling's better." Floyd skips ahead towards the building. "You doin' anything for break?"

"Probably not."

He turns to look at you. "Cool."

You hurry to catch up, taking the stairs two at a time. "Why? Are you?"

"Yeah. I'm not gonna have my phone, so we won't be able to call."

"What? But... Oh, right. The sea." You wonder if you'll miss him during those two weeks. It'll definitely be quieter. "Have fun."

The both of you come to a halt in front of your classroom. He smiles at you. It looks sincere enough, almost hopeful.

"You could come with, y'know."

"To the sea?"

"Where else? Jade 'n I will show ya around. Take ya to our favorite spots."

"I'll think about it."

"Aren't you writing a paper on merfolk? You could study 'em up close if you came with. I'll even letcha check me out for your research."

You raise a curious brow. "Is that the 'real important' thing you wanted to ask me?"

"Maybe. I'll tell you if you come with. I'll get Azul to make you a potion. He'll do it."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"Where would I stay?"

"My parents' place. They'll let you. Won't be a problem at all." He tilts his head at you. "Sooo, you comin' or not?"

"Um... I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Sure. Lemme know when you decide." Before he takes his leave, he adds, "I bet your paper'll be a real hit. Might even get you back to passing."

You scoff. "I can write it without your help."

"Of course you can. I never said you couldn't." And then he's slinking off to his classroom, his giggle still bouncing around inside your brain.

When you find your seat in class and dig your textbook out of your bag, a startling thought hits you: Wait. I'd stay with him at his parents' place?!

Just what are you getting yourself into? More importantly, why do you feel so inclined to agree?

[ddejavvu]

Hi mei <3 I hope you're doing lovely.

I am absolutely in love with your insecure reader drabble as someone completely insecure because of past experiences and people being very judgmental to anyone who looks different, smells different (from air freshener), etc so it's really hard not to be insecure.

Which got me to think of perhaps an insecure!f!reader who hasn't gotten to shower, because she always showers before they play out of pure fear of Eddie thinking she's gross or something, so when he comes home from works and wants to fool around a bit, mainly just eat her out but anything else would be fine too. And so she's trying not to feel guilty about not freshening up for him and he's asking what's wrong. She explains it's just a really bad day and she's self conscious about her discharge and doesn't want him to feel like he has to do something that gross with her because she knows she hasn't freshened up and so he comforts her - tells her it's completely normal and okay.

pussy is pussy is pussy to this man a day of sweat will not change that.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Eddie's handsy after you get home from work, he always is. By now you should expect it, but typically he's out at his own shift, giving you time to shower before he gets home. When his van pulls up next to your car and crunches leaves beneath its tires, you try feigning excitement.

"Eddie," You gush, stomach tensing as he squeezes your waist. He knocks his nose into yours, scrunching his eyes in delight.

"Hi, pretty," He croons, hands already wrapping around your waist and sinking lower to squeeze at your ass, "I got off early today. Sooo, that should give us, like, thirty more minutes to-"

"Wash the sheets," You pat his chest, "We need to wash the sheets."

"Let's wash the sheets after we fool around," He's practically giggling like a schoolgirl, "No use in putting fresh ones on just to stain 'em."

There's no wrestling his hands away from your ass now, and you have to admit an orgasm would surely fix some of the pent up frustration you'd been feeling from work. But the thought of Eddie changing his mind once he realizes you aren't as fresh as you usually are is a haunting one, and it strikes fear into your heart.

"Okay," You relent with a sheepish grin, "Okay, you win. We'll fuck. Lemme just pee first, 'kay?"

You're not really in need of the toilet, rather the pack of baby wipes you keep beside it. Maybe if you give yourself a quick wipedown it'll block whatever sweaty scent you're sure is between your thighs.

"Nooo," Eddie whines, keeping his grip tight on your hand, "You're supposed to pee after. Can't you just hold it?"

"I need to pee now," You lie, laughing at his protests, "Can't you just let me take five minutes in there?"

"I'll be quick, baby, like, ten minutes! I just wanna taste you," He pleads, leaning in to kiss your bottom lip in a gesture that ultimately breaks you down.

"I don't think I taste very good right now," You warn, letting him drag you to the bedroom.

"I bet you taste like pussy," Eddie grins wolfishly as he pushes you back over the mattress. You bounce slightly after landing, and before you're fully settled he's already between your thighs, "That's I left work early," He admits, face nestled between your legs and nose pressed to your clothed clit. He lets out a groan, nuzzling his face further into your panties, "So that you wouldn't have time to shower and wash it all away. So fuckin' tired of eating soap," He mouths messily at your cunt, soaking your underwear with his drool, "I want pussy!"

He only drags himself back to tug the waistband of your panties down, nearly ripping them off in his eagerness to get started. He licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue flat and wet to your skin. "And that," He grunts, eyes fluttering shut as he goes back for more, "Is pussy."

[noaltbruh]

Hey! If you do request right now could you please do bucci gang’s (+trish if you want to) s/o reacting to them coming home badly injured after failed misson, and s/o’s like “alright, lemme just love and comfort you♡."

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

Have great day/night!❤️

Hi there! 😊 This request is very sweet, I really enjoyed writing this :)♡

(Why do I always get so carried away in Fugo and Narancia's bits Istg)

[Also, it gets rather sad at Abbacchio's part...Sorry]

Bucci gang being comforted by reader after a rough day <3

Giorno 🐞

Giorno is a perfectionist at heart, he knows what he has to do and is only projected on reaching his goal, no matter what it may be.

So, when he realizes that his mission was a failure, he feels absolutely devastated. How could he have screwed up so bad? How could he have ruined such an important task? How is he supposed to be a good Boss of he can't even take care of a mission.

As soon as he comes back home, he'll immediately shut himself down, he doesn't want you to be a part of his failure, to know about how incompetent he was, he knew you'd be disappointed in him.

Me may not even greet you once he arrives, only heading straight towards the bathroom to take care of his wounds.

You're not deaf, however, and you quickly notice that someone else is at home. When you knock on the bathroom door, he may hesitate a bit before admitting to be in there.

He asks you not to come here, which greatly alarms you. When you try to question if everything is okay, he answers with a simple "yes", hoping to calm you down.

It doesn't work obviously

So, when you step in and see him healing himself, you can't help but feel your heart breaking a little. Why would he hide for you when he needs help?

Then, it hits you that it's exactly because he needs your aid that he didn't want you to notice him. You ask him if it was about that mission he had to take care of, and he mostly just nods in response, not having the courage to admit through words that he couldn't do it.

When you start insisting on helping him feel better, he immediately declines, claiming that you don't need to worry and that it's his fault of he ended up like this, so he needs to handle it.

Despite this, you refuse to leave and gently take a sit next to him, assisting him in any way during the healing process. Giorno doesn't have the heart nor the energy to tell you to let him be, even though he wishes you would.

After you're done, you invite him to take a rest while you go and prepare something for him. The golden boy isn't able to argue with you further in the mental state he is, and just accepts to make you happy.

When you come back with a cup of tea and a blanket, he softly thanks you for your kindness and takes the mug, slowly taking small sips out of it.

You untie his hair and begin to play with it, you know he loves it just as much as he loves caressing yours. If you look closely, you will probably notice him blushing a little...He doesn't like to be so vulnerable around anyone, he hates this weak side of his.

He doesn't understand how you could be so nice to him even after he failed, he just...Doesn't think he's worthy of love, if he's not the best all the time.

Yet, even if he doesn't get it, he's deeply grateful to have you by his side. The thought of you leaving him if he shows you how miserable he is still haunts his mind, but your care for him helps him push it away, even just for a while.

Bruno 🤐

If Giorno couldn't accept failure, Bruno is no better than him.

He feels ashamed, he's supposed to be the Capo and make sure that everything goes well. What sort of leader can't even do his job right? How can he help anyone if he can't even take care of himself?

Shame and disappointment walk right beside him, as he pitifully comes back home. He hates for you to see him like this, he's supposed to protect you and keep you safe...Yet he barely made it out alive of something he should be able to handle with his eyes close.

Once you come to greet him and see him in such conditions, he tries to play it cool, since it aches his heart to see you worry about him. He won't be telling you anything about the result of the mission, it's better if you don't get involved in this subject.

It's not hard for you to read the situation though, and can tell that something clearly did not go as planned. Even so, you decide not to push it and simply invite him to relax a bit, hoping to take his mind off whatever may be troubling him.

One of the best way to help Bruno calm down would be to prepare a bath for him, maybe adding some perfume or special oils to the water to create a more enchanting effect.

However, convincing him to let you do so will not be an easy challenge. He will try to hold you back, to tell you to go back to what you were doing before and that he can handle himself. He doesn't want you to waste energy in putting him out of the pathetic state he ended up in, simply because he wasn't strong enough.

Even so, his insistence may cause him to get even more exhausted, backfiring at himself. Staring to zone off, he'd instinctively lay his head on your shoulder, letting you guide him to the bathroom.

Once everything is settled and you two get inside the bathtub, Bucciarati doesn't have any force left to try and oppose. He simply watches you, feeling his eyes getting heavy as you wash his hair and maybe even kiss his wounds.

Being the head of the team is hard, and everyone needs a moment to rest. Taking breaks doesn't align with the life style the man is accustomed to, but for once...He lets you handle it all, he lets you be in charge...Of him.

And he'll always cherish your care.

Mista 🔫

Mista doesn't take failure as seriously as his two friends. He knows that mistakes can be made and doesn't condemn himself nor the ones around him for screwing up from time to time.

Even then, it was kind of a punch in his ego's guts to mess up like this, the pistols always do a great job with taking an enemy down. He's annoyed that things turned out this way, but at the very least, the stand user was eventually tracked down and he got out of it alive, so it could have gone worse.

What really bothers him is how heavily he's injured, dude can barely stand on his own two legs and is bleeding quite badly. All that he wants is to go home and relax a bit, before he freaking dies from blood loss.

When he does so and you come to open the door for him, you're taken aback by the conditions the boy has ended up in, and the gun covered in red surely is not a good sign.

With that being said, he does have a tendency to get heavily hurt every time he's given an assignment, so you're confident in being able to help him.

He doesn't try to avoid the subject and just seems a bit reasonably annoyed when telling you what happened.

You tell him to wait for you while you go and grab something to patch him up with, to which he agree with no big deal. He thanks you and gives you the biggest grin his aching body allows him to muster up.

Mista is that kind of person who loves to show off, to demonstrate how tough and confident he is. Even so, he must admit that, maybe even just once in a while, being the one who gets spoiled with attention does not feel bad.

After, at the very least, the wounds have been taken care of, the two of you will probably order some take out while watching pretty woman for the millionth time together.

He loves physical contact and the feeling of having you so close to himself does make him feel quite nice. You won't be letting go of each other all night long, the Pistols will most likely be the ones to answer the door in your place.

You can see Mista's satisfied smile as he makes himself comfortable on you, putting his head on your shoulder and taking off his hat to feel more comfortable. He just adores the feeling of your bodies being so close to one another.

If you were to caress, or even just touch his shoulder, you'd basically see him melt into your arms. He'd close his eyes as the noise of the Tv slowly drifts away from his mind, letting him enjoy the moment of pleasure as much as he can.

Soon enough, the rough day he's been through is nothing but a past memory.

Narancia 🍊

Although it may surprise you, Narancia takes succeeding in missions very seriously. He wants to show the others that they can trust him, that he isn't some...Stupid good for nothing.

So, when he fails and probably someone else has to step in to finish the job, this boy feels useless. He doesn't even think about how badly he got hurt on the spot, all his mind is focused on is what a disappointment he is.

Despite how optimistic he usually tries to be, he just keeps on murmuring to himself on the way home how he always screws up everything, and can't do a single thing without needing help.

When he finally steps in, it takes you half a second to realize what happened. Seeing your boyfriend being under the weather is a rare circumstance, but a horrible one too.

You can guess that the reason why he's feeling this way is because of how the mission went. So, you don't ask him any questions and simply tell him "welcome back", trying to comfort him with a sweet smile.

He forces a little grin in return, not wanting to make you worry too much, but his body language speaks in his place, as he basically lets himself collapse on you. You're probably going to have to carry him to the nearest couch, and go get something to handle his wounds.

Once you do so, Narancia is just laying there all sleepy. As soon as you sit next to him, he immediately cuddles up in your chest, with his eyes half closed, just wanting to feel your warmth.

Be gentle with him while he's like this, this is a threat.

He doesn't say a single word, he just lets you aid him, feeling like he doesn't really deserve your affection, but not being able to say no to it.

Once you're done with his scars and bruises, he mumbles a quiet "T-Thank you..." and looks up at you with a living glance.

Rubbing his back, kissing him, caressing his hair...It doesn't matter how you decide to comfort him next. He just wants you to hold him, feeling the warmth of your touch and the comfort of your voice.

He clings to you as tightly as he can, just enjoying the sensation of being safe in your embrace. Narancia doesn't need anything but to know that you're there and that you won't leave him, even if he messes up.

The way you shower him with love and don't look down on him for being so clingy truly makes him feel special. He can't put in words how glad he is to have you in his life.

So, for once, the chatty and outgoing Nari just...Stays quiet and still, slowly dozing off as you keep on cuddling him to sleep.

Fugo 🍓

Sadly...Fugo is not new to failure. Having a stand like Purple haze sometimes feels like nothing but a weight on his shoulder. His friends fight bravely and risk their life, while he has to worry about not killing himself with his own power.

Mix his self-doubt with his anger issues, and you get a deadly combination. After the disastrous mission and before heading home, he's going to have to keep himself from fucking up anything or anyone in his range.

Filled with frustration, he'll let out a desperate scream of rage, before finally getting in the car and driving, risking to break something in it with any out of control movement.

He won't even greet you when he comes back to the villa. He'll probably try to distract himself reading something, only to realize that he's not able to focus on a single word due to his wounds and his mental state, probably tearing the pages apart in the heat of the moment.

You hadn't noticed the sound of the door opening before, but the noise of the poor book being destroyed surely did not go over your head. As soon as you walk in the living room and see your boyfriend, you instantly rush in his direction.

You put your hand on your cheek, not worrying about his agitated state, just wanting to comfort him as soon as possible.

Preoccupied, you ask him why he hadn't told you he had come back, to which he replies with a look of shame and avoiding eye contact, trying his hardest not to lash out at you.

You notice some of his blood had stained your hand, he might have even died if he didn't treat those wounds now, what was he thinking?!

You run up to bathroom as fast as you can, coming back with a first aid kit, alcohol and too many bandages to count.

He tries to tell you to stay away from him, that he's not seriously hurt and that you shouldn't be near him as he's still feeling enraged for what happened.

Despite his warnings, you continue with what you're doing, not even actually listening to him, as all your attention is set on making sure you don't miss a single wound on his body.

He annoyingly asks if you're even hearing what he's saying, but in the moment he realizes he's starting to raise his voice, Fugo just sort of...Shuts down.

He doesn't want to accidentally harm you or risk taking his anger out of you when you're just trying to help. He'll be damned if you suffer just because he's incapable of emotions in check.

Still refusing to look at you once you're done, he tries to find the courage to speak up and thank you for everything you've done, when suddenly you just...Leave.

The gesture leaves him confused. Did he say something that hurt you? Were you mad at him? Did he come off as ungrateful for not showing a bare minimum of appreciation for what you had just done?

Before his thoughts can take the hold of him, thankfully, you come back with...A bowl of strawberries?

You set it on the coffee take and take one with a small fork, sitting next to him once again. You thought some fruit would have helped cheering him up, and might have restored his energy, even just a little bit, considering how exhausted he seemed to be.

You hold him close to yourself and invite him to open his mouth for you to feed him. To no one's surprise, this highly flusters him, and he appears a bit reluctant to do what you say.

After some persuasion, he accepts and lets you do whatever you want. He'd never say it out loud but...He actually really enjoys you caring for him so much.

The way you don't let his anger stop you, the way you're always ready to offer him a hand when he needs it, the way you love him with all his flaws...

He may not like himself, but you do, from the bottom of your heart...And as long as this doesn't change, that reflected love will be enough for him.

Abbacchio ⏮️

Let's be honest, I can't help but think that Abbacchio also feels some sort of hate for his stand. Maybe not as much as Fugo does, but he sees it as a distant reminder of his guilty past and his uselessness in battle.

Despite how much he hates it, he can't be anything more than support for actual competent people, while all he can do is just watch from the sidelines.

Because of this, failure is not something he hasn't dealt with in the past. There have been plenty of occasions where Moody blues just...Wasn't enough.

And this hurts him, it hurts him deeply, more than he could ever put into words.

Yet, he's so used to it that he just...Stays neutral. Once the task has been handled by someone else, he doesn't say or do anything. He's just...Apathetic, and very, very tired.

He doesn't want to see or talk to anyone in this state, so when he comes back to the villa, he simply grabs the first wine bottle he can find and starts drinking it from top to bottom, non-stop.

As no one had come to greet you, you found it suspicious how there seemed to be sort of of noises coming from the kitchen. Walking into the room to check what was going on, you just stood shocked at the image of your heavily hurt partner chucking down a whole bottle of alcohol.

At the spot, you're not sure of how to react, you only approach him and try to take the liquid away from his hands, to which he resists, giving you an empty stare. He just wants you to leave him alone and let him drown in his self-humiliation.

When he sees the worry and desperation in your eyes, however, Abbacchio finally starts to feel something: remorse. It felt like your gaze was just begging him to let you help him, and it hurt even more than his failure.

As soon as he puts the bottle down, you don't waste any further time and drag him to the bathroom to take care of all his wounds. How could he just ignore them like that? They were even deeper than you had thought at first, if you hadn't done anything, there may have been some...Serious consequences.

Once you finish, he still doesn't react, you can't tell what he's feeling or thinking, so you just...Hug him, tightly, not aware if you're trying to comfort him or yourself.

Slowly, but surely, you can feel his own arms wrapping gently around your back, you could have sworn you almost saw him cry. At last, he finally murmurs a "I'm sorry" and doesn't let go until you do.

After this, the two of you head to your shared bedroom. You had made sure to warm the entire villa before he came back, you wanted him to feel cozy since you knew this mission was stressing him quite a lot.

This happens to be one of the very few times were Abbacchio accepts being comforted, or just...Receiving love in general. Physical contact greatly weirds him out, and he's usually the one to be cuddling you, not the other way around.

So, when you actually take the lead this time, the man doesn't really oppose, but it takes him a while for him to get habituated to it.

You pull out his pair of headphones and the two of you start to listen to his favourite tunes together. You knew this was his favorite playlist and he always listened to it if he needed a break from everything.

Everything, but not everyone.

Because at the end of the day, although his words or actions may sometimes leave you on the edge, it takes nothing but a glance in his eyes, to realize that truly, he's deeply thankful for your love, even if he keeps on screwing up.

Trish🎙

Personally, I don't really think Trish would become part of Passione after meeting the rest. Don't get me wrong, she'd still 100% live with them, and with you, but I believe she'd rather pursue her career as a musician than a mafiosa.

With that being said, let's say that, for example, as a one time thing, the boys were to ask her for help during a mission, and she accepted.

...Boy, she won't take it well.

This is because she saw this request as a way to prove herself. After spending so much time being sheltered and protected, this was the perfect chance to remind everyone that she could handle herself perfectly fine.

And she failed.

As soon as Bruno and the others interfere to keep her from getting harmed any further and kill the enemy... She may even start crying. Not out of pain, but out of sport for how incompetent she is.

It doesn't matter how much she tried, how much she thought she had grown, she still needed someone to do what she couldn't on her own, she was weak.

Despite their attempts at comforting her, Trish brushed them off and heads home before anyone else, wiping the tears off her face because there's no point in crying over it.

You greet her with a warm smile when she steps in, excited to know how the task went. Her cold "hi" and the bruises on her, however, already give you all the answers you needed.

You try to ask her if she needs anything, if she wants you to help her with her scars, but nothing. After a quick "I'm fine", she storms off and goes to get the first aid kit herself.

You knew she could be stubborn and that she shoved you off like that, it meant she really didn't want to be bothered. Even then, you couldn't bring yourself to just...Stay there and do nothing, it almost felt like abandoning her at her lowest, even if it's what she thought she wanted.

You softly knocked on the door and walked in, only to find her struggling to patch herself up due to any other wounds hurting as soon as she tried to handle a single one.

She couldn't help but blush in embarrassment in the moment the saw you, she felt like an inept, not being able to even cure herself, especially after it was her fault she ended up like this.

Again, you ask her if she needs any aid, but this time, more aggressively, she yells at you to let her be, that she's tired of asking other people for help, that she's...Strong on her own.

...Needless to say, tears start forming in her eyes once that last bit leaves her mouth. Pained by seeing your darling in such distress, you gently hold her tight and tell her that it's okay not to be able to overcome everything on your own, that you'd always be there to support her and that you think she's already strong.

As an answer, she just...Softly sobs on your chest, handing you the alcohol and everything else, holding tightly to you as she feels her pain slowly disappear.

After that is settled and her tears are dried off, Trish already feels a lot better, her green eyes look a bit brighter than earlier.

You carry her to bed as she gives you a small, sweet smile. Once you put her down and lay next to her, she lets her head fall on your lap, giving you permission to rub hair hair, despite usually preferring not to.

Some beauty masks and painting each other nails while watching something cheesy on Tv will lift her spirit up like nothing else. From the relaxed expression on her face, you can see that her doubts and worries have started to dissipate.

Gaining her full trust may not be easy, and it is a matter of fact that she does close herself off and pushes everyone, even her loved ones away when she feels threatened. Yet you never give up on reaching out to get, because you know that despite her denial, she just wants for nothing more to tell her that she's enough and doesn't to prove herself to anyone.

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Chapter 10

Summary: Daisy asks Reader a very important question. Wanda decides to join a dating app.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! So happy to finally get this chapter out. Sorry again for the wait. Work has started to get creative for me so it's been hard finding time to write. Lemme know how holidays were for everyone. I'd love to know!! Hope y'all like this chapter! Please like, comment and enjoy!

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You wake early Sunday morning to incessant knocking and when Rachel asks what's happening, you tell her to hide in your room and to close the door. Once you're sure she is safe with the click of your bedroom door locking, you try to make a mean face in order to appear intimidating. But as soon as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you had hanging near the entryway, you shake your head and just prepare yourself to open the door. You're relieved when you see Daisy on the other side but are instantly concerned as the tears on her face register. “What's wrong?” You ask as you step into the hallway of the apartment building, closing the door behind you as you do. 

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I messed up and it was so stupid and I'm so sorry,” she sobs with her hands covering her face as she tries to talk. 

You put your hands on her shoulders as you try to get her to calm down. “Hey, hey, it's okay. What did you do that you think is so bad?” 

She looks down to the floor, not wanting to see the way that you'd look at her when she tells you what she did. “I didn't want you to know about the concert because…” she shakes her head and you hold onto her as you patiently wait for her to tell you what has her so torn up. “Because it was a date with someone else.” 

One part of you is surprised by the information but the other isn't. Despite the surprise, there isn't much a piece of you that is upset with her because of it. With the past few months of the two of you dating, neither has put a label on the relationship. But neither of you has been seeing other people so one can assume it's exclusive. Neither of you knew better because you've been avoiding the conversation and she's been too afraid to start the conversation. 

You tell her to stop apologizing and pull her into a warm embrace. “It's okay, Daisy,” you assure her again and again until she stops crying. You rub her back to soothe her and eventually she calms down enough to talk properly. “Can I ask why you said yes when he asked you out?” You ask softly so that you can figure out what to say to her and even decide for yourself if you want to continue this relationship any further or let her go. Maybe, just maybe, this is your way out. 

She breathes heavily through her mucus clogged nose and wipes her face with the back of her hand as she figures out what to say. You ask her to be completely honest and tell her that the truth won't hurt you. Assuring her that you can handle it. “I um, he and I have always kind of had this flirty friendship dynamic and we've thought about dating each other in the past but we haven't been single at the same time in the same place. I know that you and I have been moving in a good direction but we haven't committed ourselves to each other so I thought it was okay when I said yes. Then we became physical and I started sleeping over and I kept waiting for you to say something but you didn't.” She starts to get worked up again. 

“Hold on,” you say as you rub her back. “I understand your thought process, it's okay. I'm not mad at you,” she is able to keep her breathing controlled but the tears still come on strong. “Do you have more to say?” Daisy nods and you help her with breathing exercises in order to continue.

“I just wanted to see if there was something there. Something easier but,” she shakes her head. “All I could think about during the concert was how I wanted you to be there and when he kissed me… I just knew I only wanted you. And that I had to tell you.” She looks at you finally and waits for you to respond or react. You are calm and collected as you process her story. You take a deep breath yourself as you frown and focus on one of her statements. 

“I didn't know that things were difficult with me,” you state, confusing Daisy. “You said that you wanted to see if it'd be easier to be with that guy. I didn't know that you saw what we have as something that's not easy. I'm sorry that I've been oblivious to certain struggles.” 

Daisy shakes her head, “No that's not… well, it's just… he doesn't have a child and an ex-wife that I have to one day impress. I think about those things, you know?” She explains and you nod, seeing how that could be stressful. “It worries me but it doesn't burden me. I love you and I want to make this work,” the words fall out seamlessly, shocking only you. “I realized that last night,” she wipes her face again with her sleeve this time. You wish you could offer to let her inside to clean up. But it wasn't time for Rachel to meet Daisy yet. You open your mouth to return the words even though you don't mean them and Daisy stops you. “Don't say it back. Not today. I just needed you to know everything as soon as possible. But I understand that you need time to process and you have your daughter here. I um, I should go.” She looks down at her hands as she steps away from you. She walks away without you calling or going after her. You stand silently in front of your door, stunned by her honesty and maturity.

You open the door and sit down on the sofa to relax your mind before you retrieve Rachel from your room. Daisy loves you. She kissed someone else and realized that she loves you. Now you really feel like an awful person. You didn't have the same reaction when you kissed Wanda. You wanted to be with Wanda, but you're settling for Daisy. Does this make you an awful person? You were prepared to tell the girl that you love her, even though you don't feel that way. You haven't told her that you kissed Wanda, and don't plan on it. The list of differences between you and Daisy can go on and on, meaning that at the end of the day, although you aren't in general a terrible person, you are being one to Daisy. You want to end the relationship before it gets worse. But you can't because she said that she loves you. Maybe she'll change her mind soon. Or maybe she won't. You don't know.

What you do know is that you have started to tell others that you and Daisy are a couple except for Daisy. That's where you needed to start first. No one likes feeling like they don't know where they stand with someone. So you decide that you'll stop by her apartment later and ask her to make it official. After you convince Kate to watch Rachel on very last notice first. Which might be tricky since she started hanging out with someone a lot more than usual recently. 

“Sorry, honeybunch, it was one of Baba's friends. They're having a hard time and need someone to talk to,” you explain to Rachel as you enter your room. “It's safe to come out,” you tell her when she doesn't say anything. You're about to start to worry until you realize that she is asleep in your bed. You smile as you watch her sleep. She was so precious, so innocent. There are times in your life when you wonder if anything is ever worth it, then you have moments like these that help give a different perspective. She is worth everything to you. 

You let her sleep in as you make her a special breakfast. Chocolate pancakes with bacon and an omelet. You don't cook like this often. Mostly because you can be a safety hazard in the kitchen. But you needed the distraction from your mind and you found yourself so lost in the activity that you don’t hear when Rachel enters the kitchen to ask what that smell is. She has to tap your arm and it makes you jump and accidentally elbow her in the forehead. 

“Oh I’m so sorry my baby,” you hold her to you as you rub her back. “Are you okay?” You ask as you lower yourself to her level to check the damage that you caused. Which luckily, was nothing. She didn’t even have a mark and she showed no signs of crying. She just rubbed her forehead and complained that it did hurt. “Let me get you something cold to put on it,” you say as you rise up to look for her ice pack in the freezer and find it behind some frozen meat. You quickly dig through the cabinets and drawers to find the cloth pouch that Anna sowed for Rachel for moments like this. “Here you go, I’m sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I’ll feel better in a bit,” she takes the cold pouch from you and holds it to her forehead as she sits down at the kitchen table. “Who was at the door earlier?” She asks as you start to make her a plate, apologizing again as you do. As mentioned before, you can be quite a safety hazard in the kitchen. 

“Here you go, I hope you like it,” you set the plate down in front of her and move to the kitchen to serve yourself. Rachel repeats her question a little louder to ensure that you hear it. “Right, sorry, it was just a friend who had an emergency and needed to chat. It wasn't anything serious.” You join her at the table after shutting off the stove top and making a plate for yourself. 

Rachel easily moves on from that to talk about her favorite music artist and update you on the latest gossip about her. You don't really remember the previous gossip so you do your best to pretend that you do. Then you talk to her about how she feels about the summer coming to an end soon and she tells you about how excited she is to return now that her and Wanda’s kids are friends. You feel good that she is finally excited about school again. When she was going into kindergarten she couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to start learning and making friends but on her first day a girl in her class spilled apple juice on the front of Rachel's pants and made a big deal about it to the rest of the class. You only thought kids were cruel like that in the movies and hoped that the rest of the class would move on from it and become her friend anyway. But they didn't and each year until the third grade, she was embarrassed in a new way. You and Jean talked with many teachers and administrators and parents, advocating for your sweet daughter but school didn't get much better for her. It got to the point that transferring her seemed like the only option and that's when you got the apartment in this area. To get her into a different school. She had a better start by being introduced as the new girl. After her first day there she wore the biggest smile as she raved about all of the friends she was making. Which up until this summer was only two friends since she was a little more on the shy side. 

You just hope that things continue to go well for her. You're also thinking of ways to thank Wanda and her boys for being so kind to Rachel. After the dishes are in the dishwasher, you and Rachel plop yourselves on the couch and you watch whatever show she is fixated on binge watching at the moment. It's entertaining in some moments but others you're just thinking about what you're going to tell Daisy. 

You still aren't sure if she fits here with you and Rachel. But then again, you'll never know if you don't try to see it through. The show catches your attention as the girl in the show delivers a sappy monologue about reasons why she loves one character over the other and as you listen closely, the person that you picture is Daisy and you start to wonder if stronger feelings for her have snuck up on you. They're not as intense as feelings you've had for other people but they are there and they have a certain strength to them. You choose not to back down on your earlier decision and text your sister to see if she can stop by to watch Rachel for a few hours. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible because any more thought and you'll go back to being single and heading nowhere in the love department. 

That's not what you wanted. You want to be with Daisy. You might not be head over heels in love with her but you feel some sort of love towards her and that's enough for you. Hopefully, you can make it enough for her as well. Kate takes a bit of time to reply and there's a few messages back and forth with negotiations. It takes ordering pizza with soda and allowing her friend to come with, in order for her to accept babysitting Rachel. 

“Hey munchkin, I'm going to go check on my friend for a bit but auntie Kate and her friend Yelena are going to be here and you guys are going to get pizza. Is that okay with you?” You ask as you hand her the snack that you grabbed for her. 

“Pizza and auntie Kate?” She asks excitedly. You confirm and she begins to smile. “Are you going on another date with Ms. Wanda?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, thrown off by the absurd question. “Ms. Wanda and I are only friends, sweetheart. You know that. And it's not a date, but I will look a little more dressed up. I'll be back before you go to bed this time too.” 

“Okay but if you and Ms. Wanda like-like each other, I will be very okay with it. Just thought you should know,” she says as she finishes her snack. You shake your head and mess up her hair as you call her funny. You have no idea how serious she is. 

Kate and her friend arrive after you've showered and dressed as nice as you know how to with the limited options in your closet. You have no clue what you're supposed to wear when you're about to ask someone to be your girlfriend. It's been a long time since you've had to ask that question. The last time that you did, you and Jean had snuck into her neighbors pool in the middle of the night to skinny dip together. Which isn't something you want to repeat as an adult. 

You thank Kate again and she tries to pry details from you and you shrug. “Sorry, it wasn't in your list of demands. Better luck next time,” you smile. 

“Shoot, you're getting better at this,” she says with her arms crossed over her chest. “Get out of here, you're no fun.” You laugh as you say your goodbyes while you exit. 

On the way to Daisy's apartment, you stop by a florist and pick out a bouquet of mostly daisy's. Once you arrive, you rehearse every step to her door exactly what you want to say to her. That you do love her and that you don't want to see anyone but her. That you aren't much of a planner but you want to start talking about a future with her. That you hope she can be introduced to Rachel as your girlfriend when the time is right. 

As prepared as you think you'll ever be, you knock on the door and wait a few seconds for an answer. The door swings open and instead of Daisy, it's her roommate Jemma who does not look happy to see you. “What did you do to her? She has been a wreck all day!” 

“What?” You ask with concern. “I didn't do anything, I promise. In fact, I came here to ask her a very important question.” 

Jemma crosses her arms over her chest and raises a challenging brow as she looks you up and down. “Uh huh, and how do I know you're not here just to hurt her even more?” 

“You'll just have to take a leap of faith,” you say softly, there wasn't a lot of time to convince Daisy's friend to believe you. Luckily, she doesn't resist letting you inside much longer. You go to Daisy's room and you can hear the movie that she is watching just outside. It's one of Rachel's favorites because it's one of Jean’s. It's not a kids movie but it was something that Jean wanted to share with her daughter. It's a funny and crude movie that would not survive social media. But it was a guilty pleasure movie and you didn't know that Daisy knew about it.

You knock lightly on the closed door. “Jemma, I told you. I don't need comfort. It's my fault things went bad with Y/n. I shouldn't have gone there in the first place!”

You turn the knob and walk through. “I'm glad that you did.” Daisy looks at you with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, shocked to see you here in her room. “It made me realize that I do want more with you.” Holding out the bouquet to her, you step further into the room. You shut the door behind you to give yourselves some privacy. “I know you said that you didn't want to hear these words today but I didn’t need time to think about how I feel about you. Because I know that I love you too.” You say as you lay the flowers at the end of the bed. “And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to ask you this. It just slipped my mind that this is part of the process but, will you be my girlfriend?” As you talk, you get down on both knees in front of the bed and you take her hand in both of yours. 

Daisy is speechless as she nods and her entire face lights up as her smile shines brightly. She moves forward and brings you into a sweet kiss. You don’t let your thoughts ruin the moment for you. No thoughts about Wanda. No thoughts about what’s right and what’s wrong. Just her lips on yours and the way she tastes. 

She tries to deepen the kiss but you quickly remember that you can’t stay long because you promised your sister that you wouldn’t. Kate and Yelena have plans that you cannot disrupt otherwise she will quote, “have Rachel so sugared up, you won’t get sleep for a week.” Now can she make your child sleepless and  hyper for an entire week? No, but you don’t want to risk her trying. 

“Hold on,” you pull back. “I can’t stay,” Daisy tries to pull you closer but you continue to resist her advances. “I’m serious,” you say lightly. “I had to make a couple of deals with the devil in order to get here.” She gives you a funny look, “My sister. She’s with Rachel right now and as much as she loves her niece, she isn’t obligated to give up her evenings to take care of her. As she so graciously reminded me.” You give her frown a quick kiss. 

“I hate that you have to go, but thank you for not making me suffer for a week before asking me to be your girlfriend.” She giggles in delight, “That’s so funny to say. I’m your girlfriend! I can’t believe it!” 

“I like the sound of that,” you grin then you lean in to kiss her again. 

Daisy leans away, “Not so fast. You kiss me one more time and I’m not letting you leave.” You laugh as you try to chase her cheek to give her a kiss there at least. The room is filled with laughter and you leave her laughing instead of crying. 

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On Wednesday night, Wanda is feeling a bit lonely. Her messages to Natasha aren’t going through so she’s accepted that the woman most likely blocked her. Then she thinks about inviting you over but she knows that after a hard day of work, the only thing you want to do is spend time with your daughter. She doesn’t ask because she knows that you won’t say no to her when she clearly needs a no. So, she lands on asking Agatha who has a similar custody agreement that she is almost certain she will also enjoy some company. When she sends the message, she decides to send it to the group chat she has with Carol in there as well, just to see if she would like to join. 

The two arrive in a timely manner. Each with a bottle of wine so that they can get wine drunk and not make as many poor decisions as they would if they were any other kind of drunk. Wanda is grateful for the company as they all sit together on the sofa in the living room, a half full glass in hand for each of them while they look for something to have on in the background as the group of women catch up. It had been a few weeks since they last hung out. The group usually communicates through text since they live such different lives, but every now and then the stars align and they are able to make time for nights like this. 

Carol starts with an update about her and her now fiancé, Val. Which, they have been keeping to themselves until now because the couple didn’t want anyone to rain on their parade. They are very happy with the decision. Plus with Val’s political career, they aren’t sure when they will get married. They’re not even sure if her sexuality will be revealed to the public only because they aren’t sure what that information will do to her campaign. “I’ve accepted that no matter what happens, I’m willing to support her decision. This is her dream and I will be there to support her no matter what. I really love her.” Carol says as she pours a bit more wine in her glass.

Wanda and Agatha congratulate their friend on her engagement and move the topic on to what kind of takeaway they are going to have delivered so that none of them have to drive or cook. When that is settled, Agatha starts to go on and on about how much fun she’s been having on a dating app. “Really? You’ve gotten good dates from that?” Wanda asks skeptically as Agatha swipes pictures on her phone. 

Agatha laughs, “Oh honey, this isn’t for dating. It’s just for hookups. At least this app is. I’m not ready to be in another draining relationship.” Agatha was a little bit older than the two girls she is spending her night with. She had fertility issues and didn’t have her son until she was thirty eight. Which was well into a failing marriage. Wanda and Agatha didn’t meet until they were paired up at the kids' school to participate in a fundraiser. They were in trouble for being inactive parents of the school's community so they had to work the raffle ticket booth together. With the lack of parents making donations and buying tickets they had a lot of time to get to know each other. They became fast friends, hosting each other's families for dinners, carpooling when emergencies came up, babysitting to allow either couple date nights. Simple life stuff like that. Wanda introduced Carol and Agatha when Carol came into town and demanded to spend time with Wanda despite Vision’s protests and guilt trips. 

Wanda and Agatha went through their divorces around the same time and it helped to have each other to lean on. Now it seems that they are experiencing the modern dating scene together. “Oh, you’re on one of those apps. You have to be careful, I hear that there are married people on those things.” 

“Oh I know,” Agatha shares a look with Carol. “Should I show her?” 

Carol shakes her head, “We’re not drunk enough yet.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda whips her head back and forth as she is sitting in the middle of her friends. “What can’t you show me?”

Agatha and Carol are silent with smirks as they both take a sip of their wine and although it doesn’t affect them, they decide that it’s enough to show Wanda. “Here,” Agatha says as she opens her phone and finds her screenshots folder. She hands the device to Wanda. “But seriously, don’t talk about it with him. Things are charged enough between the two of you.” 

Wanda looks at the phone and nearly drops her glass as she sees a profile of Vision. “Wow, ‘69Machine - because that’s my favorite position’? Oh he is so gross!” She laughs as she shakes her head and takes a long drink from her glass. “That is horrible! Where does he find the time with four kids!” Agatha and Carol laugh and share another look because they’ve been curious about whether or not that statement is true and the only person they can get that information from is Wanda. She almost chokes when they ask and luckily the doorbell rings giving her an escape and allowing her a distraction as she brings the food to them. 

Wanda is successful in avoiding the subject as they start to dig into their meals and a plotline on the show they had on piques their interest. The three women quickly become engrossed in the show as they eat and even well after their food is finished they don’t peel their eyes off of the screen until the tv asks if they are still watching right at the big cliffhanger. They are loud as they scramble to find the remote. They are screaming at each other as they are all being stubborn about standing up until Carol and Agatha realize that the only one of them that has stood up is Wanda so they playfully bully her to get up and that’s when Carol finds the remote under her friends butt and she slaps Wanda’s butt cheek with the back of the remote before hitting play. 

The reveal on the episode disappoints them and they start talking to each other again. This time about the rumors that they have heard or read about surrounding the actors on the show. Then they each get on their phones to start fact checking and learning more about the actors. This goes on for about an hour before they get bored of it and two bottles of wine are finished. Agatha is the next person to stand announcing that she needs a bathroom break. Wanda follows and Carol gets up to get another drink. 

Another two bottles later, Wanda confesses to the two that she had a fling with a woman but doesn’t give more details than that. Agatha and Carol are a little surprised because they didn’t know about her fluid sexuality. But they didn’t make the whole thing about that. Instead, they focus on why Wanda is talking about it now. 

“I don’t know,” Wanda shakes her head and tops her glass off with the rest of the bottle. “I don’t know. I just, I liked having sex with no strings attached. I didn’t know that I liked having sex that much until well, she was very good at what she did.” She shares a laugh with her friends. “Okay, but seriously. I don’t want something serious with someone. I just want to get…” she starts to snicker to herself and her friends know where it’s going. 

All three in almost perfect unison, almost meaning not at all but they think it is perfect, “Let’s get physical! Physical!” 

“Oh, we need music!” Carol hops up and goes to set up her phone to the sound system in the house. 

“Let me see your phone,” Agatha says to Wanda and the woman hands her the device without much question and any protest. 

“Don’t play it too loud, Carol! I don’t need noise complaints!” Wanda shouts as she watches Agatha download and app onto her phone. “Okay, what are you doing?” She asks as Agatha starts going through her camera roll, picking out the most flattering pictures of Wanda. 

“I’m signing you up on a dating app,” Agatha says as she starts to fill out the profile. Wanda tries to grab the phone to stop her but Agatha moves away from her. “Don’t worry, it’s not one that Vision will see you on. I have a profile on this one too.” Wanda tries to stop her again but Carol asks what she missed  in as she rejoins her friends after turning on her playlist. 

“Oh my goodness! Yes! And we should see how many matches you get. You’re a catch Wands, this app will prove it,” Carol says as she sits next to Agatha to help her with the profile. 

“Fine! But I’m deleting it in the morning,” Wanda says as she rises. She grabs a trash bag from the kitchen and brings it to the living room to start cleaning up. She never likes to leave a mess. Especially after the last few years when she was nothing but a mess. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Carol waves her friend off. “Oh I’m as gay as they come but damn he is cute!” Carol gushes as she starts swiping on the profiles. 

“Hey, this was my idea! I should get to swipe too!” Agatha whines like a child as she takes the phone back to start swiping. Carol is about to fight for the phone back when her eyes widen. Agatha starts laughing as she sees what her friend sees. “Screenshot it! You have too!”

“What?” Wanda asks as she drops the bag to see what the big deal is. “Oh, wow.” The friends gather around the phone to look at the profile and before Wanda can dislike the profile, Carol swipes right. “Carol! No!” Carol runs away and Wanda chases her around the house with one of her throw pillows. Meanwhile, her phone goes off in Agatha’s hands with many match notifications. 

The next morning, Wanda takes care of her and her friends' hangovers early in the morning before they have to start their days. Wanda checks her phone once her friends have left her house and she smiles as she sees a message from you that says, “Thank you for reminding me that I had an account on here. I forgot I was also paying a subscription for it. That explains the missing ten a month. I’ll delete it once you let me know that you got this message.” Wanda bites her lip as she thinks about why you messaged her from the dating app and not through text. But she can’t help the warm feeling she gets when she sees the “It’s a match!” banner at the top of the screen.

“What are friends for?” She types back after she takes a screenshot. Just to keep for herself. 

She gets ready to delete the app herself until she notices all of the options that she has available to her. She decides that maybe she should keep the app a little bit longer as she walks up to her home office, sipping her coffee and scrolling through the messages.

Chapter 11

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[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

My Heart Went Boom (or how The Beatles would react to an s/o who loves their heartbeat)

(Image source is I honestly don't know, I found it on Pinterest- if you know the source, lemme know and I'll add it c: )

This is my first attempt at writing something for all four Beatles (I usually just write Paul ;A;) so please bear with me (and let me know if I've messed up someone's personality) c: also this was written by me specifically for me so it's incredibly niche and I'm honestly only posting in case someone else wants it lol (I'm sorry if it's super weird)

John:

John is a little shit

Anyway

He knows about your habit but refuses to tell you he knows, instead opting to aggravate the shit out of you in the most loving way possible

Most days, he'd come home, out of breath from outrunning fans and reporters, but still with a cheeky smile about his face

"Oh, my little birdie, my heart is beating so fast! Come listen?~"

You'd turn bright red bc how the fuck does he know about that

The day would pass with no other mention of it until you're lying in bed together

"You know I love you, Y/N" he says it almost like an apology

"I know, Johnny"

Paul:

Paul noticed you had a habit of lying on top of him, particularly on days when you were sad

It wasn't until he realized you also tapped his arm in a particular rhythm that he realized exactly what you were doing

After that, he'd make a note to always ask if you were okay or needed anything and to take some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate

Sometimes, if he senses that you're upset but you're not lying on top of him, he'll say, "Come listen to my heart?" (You never felt the need to verbally confess to him, as you had an unspoken understanding)

One time, his mouth got ahead of his brain, and out came, "Come listen, my heart?"

And thus, a new nickname was born

At some point, "my heart" becomes "mon coeur"

Sometimes, he'll ask completely in French and it makes your own heart flutter

George:

With George, it began as morbid curiosity

After all, he's such a skinny thing, if you look closely enough at any of his pulse points, you can see the rhythm

At some point, it turned into a comfort thing, knowing his heart beats only for you, even if it does sound like a bird fluttering half the time

One day, you're lying on the couch, watching the telly, head on his chest

"Are ye listenin' to my heart, Y/N?"

You blush at first, caught completely off-guard, but manage to say, "Yes"

He asks why and you explain

He's silent at first, not knowing what to think, but then his mouth turns up in a smile and his chest puffs with pride

It makes him feel strong knowing you feel comfort in him

Ringo:

You'd had the habit of listening to Ringo for a while, even before you started dating

You'd relish in the moments where you'd simply have a "friend cuddle", as the two of you called them, as you'd press your ear gently above his heart, hoping he wouldn't notice the ever-so delicate touch on his chest

After he'd gotten tonsillitis, though, your habit increased

He was oblivious, thinking you just wanted to hug or cuddle, but for you, it was almost like you needed to hear him to make sure he was alive and well

Sometimes, you'd find yourself pressed against him in the middle of the night, the spaces between beats agonizingly slow (even if it was an average 75 bpm)

At some point, he finally catches on. "Y/N, you know I'm alright now, right?"

You sigh. "I know, Ritchie, it's just-"

He'd cut you off by holding you tight and whispering reassurances in your ear

[onmyyan]

I love Caspian, the perfect soft yandere!

If his darling tried to leave would he be the pathetic cry baby who sobs as they try to leave and the guilt makes them stay or the possessive "You can't" and keeps them restrained kind?

A/N: WOOOO I love him n I wont him feedback is always welcomed hope u like🖤 (EDITED 12/16/22)

T/W's: Cis fem reader, Yandere shenanigans, manipulating but the hot kind, cursing

Okay, so the fun thing about Cas is he is charming. Like poured all his points into charisma, any chance to fight or argue is crushed by his silver tongue, people look at him and assume he's all brawn and no brain and he liked it that way, made it easier to crush vermin but I digress, we got a master manipulator on our hands, he'd never use his powers for anything that could cause you harm of course!

It's everyone else who's gotta be worried. He would slowly and meticulously isolate you but you're having such a good time you don't notice until someone else points it out. He's so good in fact before you know it he's the only person outside of work you've spoken to for three weeks. You'd been so wrapped up in Caspian everything else faded away, he had that effect on you a lot, you were so enamored with him that you'd completely forgotten about a brunch date with your girls planned ages ago, so when you're rushing around to get ready to leave he's suddenly behind you, his all-encompassing frame pulls you in from behind as he silently takes his morning kiss, his lips taste like maple, warm hands tilted your chin up for deeper access which he explored immediately. His tongue snaked its way in your mouth to dance against your own, the little moan he let out as he pulled away was downright sinful.

"Where you off to looking that fuckin' good." His words had some bite but no malice, suddenly flipped you around to face him, "Lemme' get a proper look at my girl." His hands trailed down your waist with a heated force. He sucked his teeth, shaking his head with that wicked grin, he leaned down to steal another soul-stealing kiss, "S'it my birthday again?" He always made you laugh, your face hot and cheeks sore from grinning like the fool in love you were.

"Just gonna get something to eat with the girls, you remember them right?" You'd turned once more to finish getting ready and missed the meanest expression curl on his face. He nodded, more to himself than you, with a half-hearted laugh. "Course I do."

It was about three weeks into the relationship when you first brought it up. He knew your partner meeting your friends was socially important but truthfully he couldn't give less of a shit at the idea of sharing you with anyone, he did that enough already in his mind. However, the shy way you pitched the idea to him had his heart melting and he had to physically keep his hands occupied so they didn't squish your cheeks. Naturally, he said yes, hoping he could keep himself in check and not scare you off but your little friends sure made it hard.

He remembers the way they stole your attention the entire night you'd introduced him to your friend group. The two women had made up their minds about him before he had gotten a word out he just knew, the slight widening of their eyes and the rapid way they texted under the table, but what sealed it was when you excused yourself to the bathroom, the two women following after you like lemmings.

He debated his actions for a split second before pulling out his phone and logging into the bug he'd installed on your cell. Now- he trusted you with his life, but he also knew how kind and forgiving you could be which the worst kind of people were attracted to. He trusted you to tell him if something was wrong, this was just an extension of that trust.

He caught the shrill voices of your companions with a wince, "-ly shit (y/n) he's is so fine!!" The giggles that followed belonged to you. "It's been so unreal- I feel like-"

"Is it serious?" One interrupted- he thinks her name is Shea, much to his annoyance.

"What do you mean? I think so- I hope so." His blood began to simmer at the two harpies polluting your thoughts. "It feels serious." You said mostly to yourself as the two women were chittering amongst themselves like teenagers, his hand found his chest at the sound of you reaffirming the truth, while you may not know it for certain yet, he knew you were his person.

"Why'd you ask?" You questioned softly, the silence that followed was thick, "Girl it's nothing. I was just asking if you were exclusive or like seeing other people." He could practically see her lewd expression, her tone made his stomach lurch, to think you thought these people were your friends. "Yeah, again I ask why?" You sounded uncomfortable, the edge in your voice only fueled the fire in his belly. She scoffed a laugh, clearly not ready to be called out, "Oh my god (Y/n) baby you are so tight for nothing- I was just seeing if you guys were legit- come on he's ridiculous you can't blame me for asking."

"Yeah don't get upset she was just kidding-come on our food should be there by now." The second woman dismissed your unease and tried to move past the situation which you chalked up to nothing and silently made your way back to the table where he'd been waiting, his phone tucked securely in his pockets. He watched you try to put on a face, to engage and be present but that wench of a woman across from you had ruined your mood.

He pretended to get a text and pulling out all his training in the theater he gasped, suddenly jumping to his feet, shocking all three of you.

"Ma called the bees are back!" He panted as if stressed, quickly grabbing his coat and throwing enough cash on the table to cover you both, you'd stood as well, the pure confusion on your face nearly made him break character, but he stood strong. "I'm sorry- bees?" You asked in disbelief, slipping on your own coat, his hand grabbed your purse for you, the other wrapped around your waist as he began leading you away, "Uh bye? I'll call you later." You yelled over your shoulder, squeezing his hand, "Is your mom okay? What's going on?"

"Oh she's fine I lied." He squeezed the flesh of your hip gently pulling you closer to his side. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. "You lied to get outta there? Why? Did Shea say something to make you uncomfortable-"

"No- you came back looking sad, and I didn't wanna' yell in such a nice restaurant so I made a call." He kissed the side of your head as you two leisurely walked back to the car, he'd spend the rest of the night showing just how much better company he was.

He is the biggest baby in the universe, and the thought of you being alone with those two demons made his skin crawl, so he'll crank up the drama to 11 and begin moping around until you ask him if he's alright, which doesn't take much as he looks like a kicked puppy. He assures you nothing's wrong but he makes it sound unbelievable until you, being the Angel you are say you're not leaving until he tells you what's going on, cue the waterworks as he "looks" for the words to say, you're by his side in a second, and as soon as you're within reach he's clinging to your middle, the hot tears streaming down his face left a growing stain on the nice dress you'd put on, he'd let himself be consoled by you, let himself be silently rocked and babied until he's "ready" to talk.

"I'm so sorry Honey- I'm keeping you from your brunch, don't worry I'm fine I'm just having a bad day. Go, have fun, I'll be here when you get back." He didn't need to look up to see you shake your head.

"Shut your beautiful face, I'm ordering from your favorite and we're having a self-care day okay baby?" He would nod into the flesh of your stomach, his grip tightening. "Thank you Sugar, you always take care of me, I love you." He's a whiney blubbering mess anytime you try to do anything without him but you're so focused on cheering him up that you don't notice the pattern until it's too late.

[beanibon]

Hi there. I love everything you've written so far. I was wondering if you could write something about Vash having a romantic partner who struggles with self harm and is worried he'll be disgusted with or loathe all the scars on their body once he sees them. or that he'll start looking at and treating them different cuz of their struggle. Thank you have a nice day.

That's no issue at all, I'd love to write this for you and anyone else who needs just a bit of Vash comforting his s/o.

TW: self-harm, self-harm mentions, scars, depressive thoughts.(lemme know if I've missed anything)

Fluff & Angst

Vash x A Relapsing Self-Harm!Reader

It was a particularly hard day for you, struggling to keep up with what was happening around you, mind mostly wandering. Driving squished in-between your boyfriend, head leaning against the hard technology of his prosthetic, and Wolfwood left a lot of time between towns to think. Not the good kind of thinking.

You had been relapsing for a while, new scars appearing almost each day as the constant travelling was becoming overwhelming. The car was filled with silence 70% of the time, the other either arguing, snoring of one or all of the men crammed in the car, or the nauseating sound of a staticie radio. It drove you insane!

Nails began pinching at the skin where new scars had formed, only stopping when a certain blonde stirred from his peaceful slumber.

Vash yawned, rubbing his eyes as he tiredly smiled at you, enveloping you in an one armed hug. You leaned into the embrace, welcoming his warmth as it ceased most of those ugly thoughts. There was only one that screamed louder than the others, only sounding in affectionate moments like this.

It was officially week 3 since Vash shyly asked you to be his girlfriend, even going as far as presenting a worn book to you in hopes you'd accept. Even without the gift you wouldn't launched into his arms, squeezing the air from him as you hugged his neck in pure joy. There was just one thing that played in the back of your mind, an certain problem you feared may ruin the only bit of happiness you managed to scrape from this planet.

You couldn't stop harming yourself.

The many scars across your body was a constant reminder, you couldn't look at yourself in the mirror anymore, that's how bad your urges had gotten. Since dating Vash you tried to stop, or at least lessen the amount of times you did it. But nothing worked, and you found yourself falling deeper into an endless chasm that you couldn't be pulled from.

"You feeling okay, Mayfly?" Vash looked at you, concern written across his soft features. He was such a loving boyfriend, caring and compassionate, you truly didn't deserve him.

"Just thinking about the bed we better still be getting," You lied, feeling the guilt already begin to well up inside your gut. "It'd be nice not to wake up with sand all in my clothes for once."

A small laugh was heard from the Humanoid Typhoon before a gentle, loving kiss was placed between your brows, his hand fondly playing with your hair. Such a simple action had seemingly brushed away all of your fears, worries and harmful thoughts, mind filled with the kind person that was Vash. It was refreshing, even as the guilt of using him as a distraction balled in your stomach, as if he were some pain medication to take away the vindictive desires inflicted upon yourself.

"Alright everyone, we're stopping here for the night," Excited at the prospect of a bed made you shove Vash out of the car, only to freeze, blinking as you were met with endless sand. You turned to Meryl, confused. "Sorry Y/N, we weren't able to make it to the next town. It'll only be for the night though, I promise!"

Yet that wasn't what concerned you, what concerned you was the way your skin itched, unsure if you could go another night clean. The very thought ate you up inside, but you didn't know how to stop, how to overcome the voice screaming at you.

So, as everyone set out to make their makeshift camp, you slumped against the other side of the car. Everyone was busy, so it wouldn't hurt to quickly to relieve some of the pain, right?

Taking the small pocket knife from it's compartment, you flicked it out, met with your reflection upon it's blade.

Guilt, regret and worst of all endless pain stared back at you, and before you knew it, the damage was done.

"Y/N?"

Startled you jumped from your spot on the ground, clutching your wrists as you met the shocked eyes of none other than Vash.

Fear swallowed you whole, even as Vash ran forward to seize your hands in his, you flinched out of his grip. All that consumed your mind was how Vash would react to seeing the rest, your arms, legs, body even was covered in scars. Surely he would be disgusted at the sight, loathe your very existence that you weren't some gorgeous, scar-free individual.

"Please, Y/N. Let me see," Vash's voice was so soft, so gentle and reassuring it made you choke out a cry. You refused to believe this was how he chose to react, that secretly he despised you. "Let me help you, Mayfly."

You hesitantly relaxed, allowing Vash to roll your sleeves up, revealing the ugly sight of many self-inflicted scars, yet he didn't bat an eye. Vash grabbed some water, and set to patching up the recent wounds.

You simply watched, letting silent tears fall from your eyes, his hands were so soft. It made fresh tears well up, eyes desperately trying to find some kind of malice behind those stupid yellow shades.

"I don't hate you if that's what you're thinking, I just want to know why?" Vash finished up, hands moving to cup your crying face in his hands. "How long have you been hurting Mayfly?"

The waterworks came immediately, latching onto Vash as if he'd disappear if you didn't. He simply reacted by holding you tightly, arms wrapped around you protectively as you wept. Gentle whispers began reassuring you, soft kisses pressed into the crown of your skull as fingers stroked loving circles in between your shoulder blades.

"I'm sorry... I tried, I really tried to stop, I swear I did." You managed began sobs, wiping at your face to lessen the tears that blurred your vision. "It just hurts too much, the screams don't stop until I give in."

Vash let out a quiet 'shh', that stupid smile on his face as he wiped your tears and nose with his sleeve, ignoring the way you scrunched your face at the action.

"You don't ever have to apologise to me, not now not ever." He squeezed you against him, nuzzling into your hair. "And I promise you Y/N, I'll help you get through this. Just promise me one thing, that you'll come to me first before resorting to this." Vash held the pocket knife in his hand, snapped shut.

"You don't hate me? Think I'm pathetic, disgusting to look at?" Vash's eyes widened, shocked you would think such a thing.

"Of course not! Why would I ever hate you?"

"Because I'm ugly covered in all these scars."

The impact of your words left the Humanoid Typhoon speechless, head shaking as he brought you closer, cradling your head against his shoulder. "You are not ugly, you're beautiful, perfect even! I'm so lucky to have someone as amazing as you are in my life, you make me laugh, your smile lights fireworks in my heart, and the way you kiss me? I'd melt right against those lips of yours!"

A small laugh sounded from you, those words alone lifted a weight from your shoulders. What had you done to deserve someone that radiated sunshine like Vash did?

"Don't even get me started on your ass in those pants," A gentle slap made Vash laugh, bringing you into the best kiss you've experienced. "There's my spitfire, glad to have you back."

You hummed, closing your eyes as you leaned into Vash, who wrapped his coat around your shoulders. Picking you up to tuck you into his sleeping bag, despite having your own.

"Vash?"

"Yes, Mayfly?"

"I promise to come to you first, or at least try to." You promised, determined for his sake.

"That's all I ask of you, I love you my beautiful Mayfly."

"I love you too, Vash."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Anon and anyone else that needed this. You're all amazing and I hope you all stay safe

[nightswithkookmin]

Okay time out

I'm reading through the comments on my last post and some of yall are wilding in there losing the whole entire plot👁👄👁

Please watch your language. I don't want to make space for anyone's hate and vitriol towards anyone. If you've been in the Fandom for more than a month you'd know Kim Taehyung is not a bad person at all. He's not. A little nuts sure but bad???? Cmon now.

If you hate him or anyone in bts this is not the space for it.

What I want is to hold space for anyone who feels disillusioned and jaded by the whole vmin situation. In case that intention didn't come through lemme reiterate. WE DON'T HATE TAEHYUNG ON THIS CORNER OF THE INTERNET.

You can talk about being disillusioned with Jikook and how you think things are not the same with them and I'll make space for that. Similarly you can talk about vmin or any ship for that matter and express your opinions about their dynamic and I'll hold space for that.

But please don't hate on nobody😔

Vmin have one of the best enviable friendships in all of Kpop. We love to see that sort of genuine love. It's healing, it's beautiful. Love in and of itself is a beautiful thing and we love to celebrate that.

And for me it's really hard to think of Kim Taehyung, the guy who threw a producer under the bus for preventing him from featuring Jimin on his song because he thought it was gay, same guy who saves fan art and recommends them to Jimin- there is a trail of moon on JMs back all thanks to Tae, when Jimin dropped Vibe he shared it to his story, he liked the post, he was commenting and interacting on JMs posts- when JK was silent as well. He even said he had saves a video of JM he was going to post on Jms birthday!

How is this person then a bad person at all. I don't understand. Can we talk about this one mishap without rubbishing and invalidating all the love effort and consideration he's shown towards Jimin up until now?

Do I think he could have done more to support JM, I do. Simply because he's done it in the past. He stayed up with us to watch Vibe when it dropped!

I'm just mad at him for staying quiet and leaving fans to do all the heavy lifting when he, JK, Suga are one of the biggest PJMs on earth. I'm hurt, I'm disappointed, and yes I'm crying my eyes out over here cos everything that has happened over JMs release overwhelms me.

Or maybe I'm too much of a romantic and I keep wandering back to moments of JM running to him and comforting him and promising he'll take responsibility for him. I keep wandering back to them talking about how much they protected eachother from bullies and I hoped he would lead the chorus and stand up for Jimin this time around too.

vmin are not perfect. They have their issues. But they also have one of the best relationship dynamics in kpop. Yet I feel I can't even vent out the frustration I feel over this, over the gradual decline of their ship, Bangtan friendship, or even express my insecurities over vmin without being overly cautious so as not to enable their antis and it's so frustrating.

We can't tell them how to love eachother. We can't do that. And there's always a possibility they know something we do not know. He's closer to JM than you and I. For all you know, he isn't even aware how these things affect his own fans who support him with Jimin.

This is something Jimin is constantly aware of and is good at- self awareness- but when it comes to Jungkook and Taehyung not so much.

Now if you'll excuse me I need to go back to pouting cos Tae sucks. He can step on leggos

I'm open to hearing theories about why you think he didn't say anything about Face.

No, it's not because he hates Jimin 🤺

Do you think it's because JM chose JK to do letters with and not him?🤔

Jk didn't say anything bout Vibe either and when he decided to sing that song he only knew JMs part💀🤧

Either way, he needs to make this right else I'm sending poop emojis on his next live💩

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #90

I'm not really sure what to write to you about today. I think I might have overextended myself in recent days, and once more I'm finding that my brain feels like soup. The sense of not really belonging in this place is hitting me kinda hard today, I guess. Suppose you would know a lot about what that's like.

Truth is, I struggle often enough with the way I perceive the world around me. I do it weirdly (much like how I do literally everything else... sigh...). I'm not gonna bother to articulate how, though; I doubt you'd be interested anyway. Fact remains that there ain't a whole lot of folks I can talk to about it; even if I could, most wouldn't understand, so why bother. Suppose it is what it is though; no sense in bellyaching. I just wish that it was a thing that could be measured, recorded, corroborated. Something that could be rationalized, explained, made logical. My mind tends to despise uncertainties; it likes everything to be concretized and nailed down.

…Ah well.

Like yesterday, today was busy, and also painful, thanks to Physical Therapy. There's weird stuff going on with the right side of my jaw, and the muscles holding it together needed to be mashed up with metal implements. I guess I'm gonna need braces sooner rather than later, because I really needed braces as a kid, but I didn't get 'em, and now my bite is all messed up, which means now my jaw is all messed up, and having the jaw messed up pulls on the neck, which then pulls on the ribs, and my ribs being weird is why I've been dealing with limited ability to use my right arm for the last almost two years to begin with, but I hesitate to get it fixed because braces cost a LOT of money, and I think most insurances won't cover the cost of it this late in life, so… it's a mess.

My whole existence is kind of a mess in a variety of respects, and… ya know. Sometimes I'm not sure why I bother persisting when all of it seems kind of like a farce; I live in a defective body on a dying planet where everyone is so traumatized that lots of 'em believe that killing each other is the answer to all their problems. Sometimes I just... don't wanna. Waking up in the morning in a world where there is no ethical way to maintain the integrity of my physical vessel seems like a chore.

…But then I remember that there are people who like having me around, even if I can't understand why most of the time. So I gotta believe that something good might come of my derping around on this mossy wet rock hurtling through space, even if I don't yet know what it is.

You ever get the feeling like there's something you're supposed to be doing, but you have no idea what it is, and you're running out of time? Feels like that almost constantly for me. If you know what that's like and know how to deal with it, lemme know, willya? I could use some pointers.

In the meantime… there's some stuff I've been meaning to learn how to do. I'm not gonna tell you what it is just yet, because it would ruin the surprise. But I hope the results will be good, if I can stop being intimidated long enough to get the gumption.

Anyway… Sephiroth. My brain continues to be soup. I think if I keep going, I'm just gonna keep rambling. I'm tired, but… I wanted to write anyway, because you're worth others' effort, even when they're feeling weird. But it's time to stop for today, because I'm having trouble staying on topic and stringing cohesive ideas together.

Please stay safe out there, okay? I don't wanna endure your absence, just like the folks who love me don't wanna endure mine. So let's both keep trying our best to keep our chins up and our eyes on the horizon, okay?

I'll leave you with this today:

I know you're not a little girl, so maybe you can think "little one" instead. Please take the overall message to heart. Please do your best to remain kind and gentle, no matter what tries to come along and break you.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine