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miuszn · 1 year

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HII!! i love your writing sm, so i wanted to send in a request. I KNOW THIS IS SO CLICHÉ AND OVERDONE 😭😭 BUT could you possibly write a seven minutes in heaven scenario with ellie or abby. maybe reader n ellie/abby don’t really like each other, or they have tension ?? idk

seven minutes

SETTING : college / modern au

WC : 3120

WARNINGS : not beta read , fingering , cunnilingus ( r!recieving both ) , kinda vanilla again ( sorry ) , top!ellie , one-sided rivalry , intentional lowercase , this might kinda seem like dubcon but it’s not reader is just shy , english isn’t my first language and i’m not perfectly fluent so there might be mistakes ( lmk if there’s any )

A / N : hii everyone !! aaa im so glad i finally finished this 😭😭 i love these corny cliche scenarios soooo much but only when it’s w women otherwise it’s just so bleh . women do everything better so true !! anywhooo i hope u guys enjoy this and tysm for requesting this bc i wanted to write something like this but didnt think anyone would want it .. ALSO IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE ABBY WHEN I STARTED WRITING BC I SAVED THE ASK TO DRAFTS TO KEEP IT THERE N ONLY NOTICED NOW JFJDHDKDJ pls forgive me .. ill include ellie & abby tension over reader in the future i promise 🙏🙏

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dina, i’m not going.”

you had no idea how many times you told her this, but you weren’t planning on changing your mind. you had gone to a few parties here and there, sure, but it wasn’t really your thing. you enjoyed going to them every once in a while to go out and loosen up, get your mind off of stress, but that was it. you weren't particularly crazy about it at the same level of other people your age, not even as much as dina, who’s considered a more casual partygoer. you had given her some excuse about having a project to work on, but the truth was, that wasn’t your concern. in fact, you didn’t have a project to work on at all. you made it all up. you even considered going to that party when dina first told you about it, but a few days later you overheard some classmates talk about how ellie williams out of all people would be going.

ellie ellie ellie. she drive you nuts for all the wrong reasons. you could tell she disliked you from the start, which that in itself made you dislike her as well. you wondered what you could’ve possibly done to anger her. but your dislike for her only grew when you realized just how irresponsible she was. she slept in, often came hungover to class, and yet she still scored the highest. even higher than you. and that really set you off. you had been an overachiever all your life, and all of a sudden some loser who doesn’t even put any effort into anything is beating you at everything. but most of all, it intrigued you a little more than it did anger you. you wished you could take a peek into her brain and see how the hell she managed to do it. your first thought was she copied answers off of people. seemed the most logical, right? but she was scoring the highest. how the hell could she score higher than anyone that she could even copy off of? hell, she even answered open-ended questions more detailed and well-written than you did. it didn’t make any sense. that’s the worst part of it all. you couldn’t even come up with a logical explanation as to how she could even do this.

little did you know, though, she was completely aware of your one-sided rivalry, and she found it adorable. she never tried to compete with you, but she thought it was hilarious watching you try so hard to compete with her. the first time she saw you, she was immediately drawn to you. your spotless image, valedictorian from your high school who had a perfect gpa and perfect test scores. you were perfect. but she wanted to see you crack. she wanted to see what was under all those layers (both figuratively and literally) and see what you were truly like. she knew you seeing her put in no effort into school yet still doing better than you would anger you. that’s exactly what she wanted. sure, she was in a way getting you to hate her, but it was a risk she was willing to take just to get a reaction out of you. and little did you know, you were attracted to her. and she was aware.

“come on, i don’t know why you’re acting like this all of a sudden,” dina whined. “you said you’d come along when i first told you about it.”

“i said i’d think about it,” you corrected her. “i’m just not really feeling it. besides i already told you i have this project to work on.”

“what’s it for?”

“it’s, uh..” you tried to come up with a lie on the spot. “it’s for calculus.”

“no way, we have a project in that class?” she asked, surprised, “i can’t believe i had no idea! when is it due?”

shit. you forgot you had that class with her.

“it’s for tomorrow, i think..” you kept going along with your lie.

“bullshit,” she laughed, “if we really had a project due tomorrow you would already have it done. and there’s no way i’d miss a project for that class!”

“fine,” you sighed, “i just needed an excuse so you’d leave me alone. but i really don’t want to go.”

“nope, because you lied you have to come.”

“why?!”

“because it’s fair!” she said, “besides, you definitely owe me one for going to that stupid concert with you the other day.”

you rolled your eyes. “you said you enjoyed it.”

“yeah, well, i lied. do you seriously think i’d ever like-“

“alright that’s enough!” you sighed. “i’ll go. but we are leaving early that night”

“deal.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dinaaa, hurry up!” you knocked on the bathroom door. the main downside of sharing an apartment with your best friend was the fact she took forever to get out of the bathroom. you both decided it would be a good idea, you found a nice complex near campus and the rent was almost the same as a dorm room, so it was a no-brainer.

“five minutes!” she yelled back. five minutes my ass, you thought. at least this time you thought ahead of time and got in there before her. your outfit wasn’t anything fancy, of course, but you still wanted to dress cute. you had a black tube mini-skirt and white baby tee, just something you threw on that was comfortable but still looked alright. you had struggled a little to decide what to wear, you didn’t want to stand out too much but you still for some reason wanted to impress ellie deep down. you just brushed this off as an unwanted thought and ignored it, but it continued to linger in your mind. why do i even care what she thinks of me? you asked yourself.

about fifteen minutes later, dina finally came out of the bathroom.

“you said five”

“well, i still look good, don’t i?” she jokingly posed.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s get going.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

if there was one thing you could absolutely not stand about house parties, it was the stench inside the house. god was it awful. half of these people were frat boys who didn’t know what deodorant was and had been sweaty all night, and all this mixed with the smell of alcohol just made matters worse. most of the people were inside the house enjoying the music and the drinks, but you simply hung outside with dina chatting while drinking out of those cliche red cups you see in movies. you really couldn’t wait to get out of there, but yet again, that little voice in the back of your head made you think about ellie. you thought it was good you didn’t see her, but at the same time, you wanted to see her. it was a strange feeling. you couldn’t tell if it was curiosity, intrusive thoughts, or attraction. whatever it was, there was no way it was the last option.

about an hour passed and you were starting to get bored. just as you were about to suggest to dina you leave, a group of 8-ish people came out of the house to the backyard. among them was ellie. the moment you saw her you realized just how attractive she is. you had never looked at her enough to tell, but now it was evident. now you were even more confused. but you simply told yourself you can think she’s attractive and not be attracted to her.

you were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize one of the guys was talking to you and dina had to hit you on the shoulder to get your attention.

“is this chick high or something?” one of them laughed.

“uh- no- sorry. just kinda pensive.” you tried your hardest to avoid eye contact with ellie, and luckily this time you managed to do so. it just would’ve made things way more awkward.

“anyway-“ one of the guys started. “we were thinking since none of us wanna be with those people inside the house, we could just do something else to have fun.”

“what’re you thinking?” dina asked.

“7 minutes in heaven.”

you and dina were both a little stunned. you would’ve thought about some other thing, but you decided to go along with it anyway. not like anything could go wrong.

you all sat in a circle, and one of them began explaining the rules.

“simple, you spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you have to go in the shed for 7 minutes and do any romantic or sexual act. kissing, making out, having sex even. but there has to be some proof you did something. if you didn’t do anything in the 7 minutes or refused to do anything in the first place, you take a shot. everyone got it?”

everyone nodded, and the game began. most people took a shot, about half an hour of the game went by and not a single person had gone into the shed. you landed on a few of the guys and vice versa, and while most of them were totally down to go in the shed with you, you most definitely weren’t. you weren’t sure if it was just you imagining things, but you felt you saw the slightest bit of anger and jealousy in ellie’s eyes anytime the bottle landed on you and the guys wanted to go in the shed with you, and she was relieved any time you took a shot. you found it strange. why did it matter to her? but you were sure you were just making things up.

you were starting to feel more and more tipsy from the drinks, standing on the line between drunk and sober. you were self-aware enough to tell yourself to not have any more drinks. one more spin, you told yourself. that was it. you spun the bottle, and surprise surprise, it landed on none other than ellie herself.

there was an awkward silence for a moment. you didn’t know what to do. it would be super awkward if either one of you accepted and the other declined.

one of the guys broke the silence first. “sooo.. are y’all going in the shed or not?”

“depends on her.” ellie smirked.

your face got a little hot. a soft red tinted your cheeks and you nodded, accepting in the heat of the moment. you were sure it was just your drunk mind making the decisions for you, but it wasn’t. you were very aware of the decision you had just made. but it hadn’t hit you yet. not until she walked behind you into the shed and shut the door.

“didn’t think you were into me like that,” ellie broke the silence. “i always thought you hated me or somethin’.”

you didn’t really know what to say. you mumbled some nonsense trying to come up with something fast.

“do i make you nervous?” she asked.

“sort of..” you were able to respond.

“ohh, i see,” she interrupted. “you just pretended to hate me for whatever reason.”

“no!” you protested. “i wasn’t pretending- i mean, i don’t hate you, it’s just. ugh.”

you gave up on trying to explain yourself when you realized just how childish and irrational you acted. seriously, disliking someone for outperforming you at your big age? the more you thought about it, the more embarassed you were about it. was it the alcohol doing this to you? it was all so confusing.

“why’d you accept to come into the shed with me?”

you didn’t respond, just shrugged. you didn’t know. you must’ve woken up on the wrong side of bed or something. you were acting very irrational today, and it’s like someone else was making decisions for you.

you didn’t realize she had pretty much backed you against one of the walls of the small room until now. this feeling, that you couldn’t quite put a name on, was so sudden and so foreign. did you have feelings for her that you had just been pushing away all this time because of jealousy? if not, what the hell was it?

her hand wandered up your skirt, stopping right before reaching your cunt. she looked up at you as if asking for approval, and although you hesitated for a moment, it’s as if your body made the decision for you and you nodded.

she didn’t waste any time and dipped her hand in your panties, rubbing circles on your clit to tease you, causing you to whimper and moan softly.

“so classy and put together whenever i see you, but look at you right now,” she teased. “no one would ever think you’d be whimpering for me like this.”

you blushed and looked away in embarrassment. you didn’t get why that made you blush. so many thoughts were racing through your head, so many conflicting feelings. yet you didn’t try to pull away, even though you had many opportunities to do so.

her touches weren’t enough and you were starting to get desperate, causing you to lightly buck your hips back and forth trying to feel her more.

“oh? someone’s desperate,” she chuckled. “alright, princess, i’ll give you what you want.”

you weren’t sure what she meant by that or what she was planning to do, but, for whatever reason, you trusted her.

she pulled her hand out of your panties, making you whine at the lack of contact.

“don’t worry, baby,” she said, getting down on her knees, her face at the level of your cunt. “i’ll take care of you real good.”

she started pulling down your panties and threw them somewhere on the floor, motioning you to put your leg on her shoulder. you seemed hesitant, thinking your leg might be kind of heavy for her to support on her shoulder. but she assured you it’d be fine.

her mouth was now millimeters away from your cunt. “if it’s too much, tell me to stop.” she looked up at you. you nodded, a little scared, but you still wanted to trust her.

she gave a long lick along your slit to tease you, making you gasp from the contact. she started mercilessly licking and sucking on your clit a little more intensely than you’d like her to, but at the same time, you liked it. you couldn’t tell her to stop. whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, being all that could be heard inside the small room aside from the wet sounds of ellie’s mouth on your cunt. you struggled more and more each second to stand as your legs wobbled and trembled from the sensation. she slid a finger inside you with ease, thrusting it in and out of you at a rapid pace which made you struggle to contain your moans that you started trying so hard to conceal since they only kept getting louder and louder. you had only been in that shed for about 6 minutes, but you were already about to reach your climax. and ellie was aware of this. she sped up her pace a little more, slurping up your juices like it was nothing.

after a moment, she lifted your leg from her shoulder and held your arm while getting up to make sure you could stabilize your footing.

“you okay?”

you nodded, and suddenly you realized what had just happened. ellie williams ate you out. you let the girl you swore you hated so bad eat you out, and you enjoyed it. you didn’t know what was the most shocking; that she didn’t hate you too, that she was even attracted to you, that she wanted to eat you out, or that you just let her. you weren’t sure wether you regretted it or not.

“what, you’re surprised you liked it or something?” she laughed, as if she had read your mind.

you felt your cheeks tint a slight red, and looked away in embarrassment, confirming she was right.

“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, turning to leave, but she grabbed your arm and stopped you.

“listen,” she looked into your eyes. “if you want, we can just forget about this. we don’t have to tell ‘em what happened.”

you nodded, and you both awkwardly walked back to the circle.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

when you sat back down, dina looked you up and down and giggled.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you whispered to her.

“you think we’re dumb?” she giggled. “there’s a reason neither of you had to take a shot. like for example, your messy hair.”

you realized it was obvious, and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right there. you had a lot of different feelings about what just happened, but the main one was embarrassment. it would’ve been one thing if it happened and you didn’t like it, but the fact that you enjoyed it was humiliating. not only did you like it, but you wanted more. you started to take a liking to her, and you hated that.

after about 15 more minutes, everyone got tired of the game and decided to end it. you and dina decided to just go home now, although it was a little early, since you hadn’t been enjoying yourselves much.

as you waited on the front lawn of the house for your uber to get there, you heard a voice calling from behind.

“dina!”

you both turned around and surprise surprise, it was ellie.

“what is it?”

“can i talk to your friend real quick?”

you and dina looked at each other, and you sighed and decided to talk to her. you thought it’ll be quick, and if anything, when the uber arrives you can use it as your get out of jail free card.

you walked over to her and she seemed to be abnormally tense.

“i just, uh. i wanted to ask if you were fine after all that.” she mumbled with a genuine expression on her face.

“ellie, it’s fine.” you sighed.

“are you sure?”

“yes, don’t worry about it. seriously.”

you thought that was it, but she clearly had something else on her mind.

“ellie, spit it out.”

“well, also,” she looked up at you, “i wanted to ask you for your number. i don’t think i’ve ever actually talked to you aside from today.”

you chuckled in disbelief at the audacity this girl had. clearly she knew you’d say no, and just wanted to rile you up. but you wouldn't give her that satisfaction, so you dropped the expression immediately and instead had a calm look on your face.

“maybe some other time, babe”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

A / N : u guys know i don’t rlly like adding notes at the end of my fics but i felt i must clarify the last sentence isn’t reader having a complete 180 change of personality all of a sudden rather just acting different than she was right before leaving to sort of leave ellie stunned if that makes sense but i didn’t know how to end it and clarify that eheh also i might make a part 2 of this after i finish my next fic and the part 2 to my other fic if u guys want it <3 also ONCE AGAIN english is not my first language i’m not completely fluent yet and i write as a way to practice ++ i don’t have a beta reader sooo if u guys find mistakes PLEASE let me know !! thx for reading <33

#arielle writes ୨୧ #arielle’s 18+ ୨୧ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader

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luveline · 1 year

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hi hi lovely girl, can I please request more for Eddie and his daughter Roan? I'd love to see more from before Eddie and reader are dating, where Roan acts like a leech on a date and Eddie's both embarrassed and amazed? thank u! 🧡

ty for ur request!!!! single dad Eddie FOREVER ♥︎ eddie and roan | fem!reader

Eddie's sick to his stomach. Like, threw up before he came, nearly called you to cancel type sick. He didn't cancel because he's not dumb, he knows that the first few dates are the most vital, and he also thinks it would've been worse than just showing up. So he's here, outside of Morgan's dessert emporium for your third date, and he has an excited Roan in his lap.

She's in her second nicest outfit, having already worn the first for the first date, and then again for the second. Her hair is in primly done bunches that he knows from experience won't look so prim in about half an hour, the hair ties a cherry pink to match her pretty dress.

"Roanie, Roanie, macaroni," he sings under his breath, one of his hands encapsulating hers, swaying her chubby arm from one side to the other. He's looking out the window as he does, waiting for you to arrive. "Roanie, Roanie, Ro. Roanie, Roanie, macaroni, where'd your macaroni go?"

She cheers, "I ate it!" in her clumsy baby voice.

He squeezes her tiny cheek in tender fingers. "You did. My big girl ate all her dinner after daycare, because you're the best."

She climbs up to stand on his thigh, Mary Jane's he'd scrubbed clean earlier digging into his muscle. Or lack thereof. He doesn't exactly work out.

"When can we have– have cake?" she asks, rubbing her cheek into his.

He knows she's trying to be sweet. Too bad she almost knocks his front teeth out. He groans and drops his head into her shoulder, and she takes that for a hug.

"Thanks," he mumbles, big hand covering nearly the entirety of her back. "Cake? We're gonna have cake right now, babe, two minutes."

"You 'lready said two minutes," she says.

"I already said two minutes?" he asks. She pulls away to frown at him. "I did. Those two minutes are going super slow today, babe, that's not my fault, that's gravity."

She stares at him. He stares at her. You knock on the window and startle him out of his skin, though Roan isn't nearly so surprised. She sets her gaze on you through the dusty glass window and her lashes kiss the skin under her eyebrows, her eyes are that wide.

Eddie doesn't know if Roan knows your name, but she knows your face, throwing herself at the window with a great, electrifying squeal.

"Can I open the door?" you ask. You must be speaking loudly to be heard through glass and Roan's excitement.

He meets your eyes by accident and can't look away. "Yeah!" he shouts, and then winces. He can open the door himself. Loser, he thinks. You fucking loser.

The very first thing that had endeared him to you does the trick again: you're smiling like you aren't sure you should be smiling at all, more nervous energy than a bus of sixth graders on their first day of middle school, and he's a goner immediately.

Roan holds her hands out insistently and you hesitate to pick her up, waiting for his cue. When he nods enthusiastically you pull her up into your chest, graceless but well meaning. She takes your shoulders into small hands and stares at you, speechless.

It's not often Roan Munson finds herself with nothing to say. She's the chattiest girl alive now that words are in her palm, even if she's speaking straight gibberish.

"Hey, princess" you say, in your best approximation of a kid friendly voice, which isn't half bad, "Your daddy's got you all dressed up again, oh my goodness!"

Eddie gets out of the car and tries to retuck his shirt before you notice.

"Why was she in your lap?"

"What?" he asks, looking up, one eye squinted against the sun as it slinks behind the emporium.

"You don't drive around with her in your lap, right?" Your hands tighten in Roan's dress. "I mean– oh, I'm so sorry, not that you aren't safe–" You clear your throat. "I just mean, why was she in your lap? Obviously you don't drive around with her there. Unless you do."

He leaps in to save you, grateful that it's his saving you and not you saving him. "No, no, God, I strap her into her car seat. We were just waiting for you, that's all."

"Oh my gosh," you mumble, hiding your face in Roan's hair. "Well, that's good, isn't it? Can't embarrass myself anymore than that."

His relief starts to course in. While Eddie finds you funny and charming and so, so pretty, he'd forgotten the best thing about you — you're a loser, too. A huge dork, and a bona fide softie.

"Roan, you smell really nice." Your voice softens into some bubbly baby talk. "You smell yummy, almost as yummy as the emporium. I hope you and dad left room for cake."

"Chocolate," Roan says happily.

"Exactly." You smile up at him over her head. "Ready? I got a reservation by the ice cream, so Roan can watch them scoop it." You wiggle your eyebrows.

Roan is as mystified by the scoops as you'd thought, pulling against Eddie's loose grip on her waist and whining to be let down.

"Baby, we need to stay in our seats," he says, "so they know where to bring the cake."

He's telling the truth, mostly. It's been a long day and he doesn't wanna chase her around the room for the next half an hour.

"I can take her up to look?" you offer.

"No, you don't have to," he says.

"I'd like to. If that's okay?"

Eddie waves you off before he can think any better of it. You've plenty of time to talk. You've called him at home just to call him twice now, so he isn't too worried. He thinks things are going well.

You and Roan fast walk to the front of the parlour and watch the dessert makers scoop ice cream, blend milkshakes, and drizzle cake with melted chocolate. Roan says something, too far away for Eddie to hear, but you laugh and crouch down on your knees, your hand behind her back. Your other hand points at one of the dessert makers as they roll a waffle cone.

"You want one of those, too?" he hears you ask.

Yeah, Eddie would say things are going real well.

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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Has Ume in Your Biggest Fan, talked behind our back about us to Gyutaro? And how would Gyutaro react?

I feel like in this version she would be the jealous and mistrustful type if she sees some fan being interested in her brother and wouldn't really keep quiet on how she feels about them to Gyutaro.

Of course she has! You are spot on here. Ume does distrust our supposed "love" for her brother. And she is very vocal about it with him. Surprisingly, Gyutaro talks about you more often than he realizes, and it annoys Ume a lot. She's never had anything nice to say about you. Even though she does think you are pretty, she'd never admit it. When Gyutaro mentions that he invited you to come to the concert with them, she had to speak up.

"Onii-chan, I don't like that girl!" Ume pouts.

"Why?" Gyutaro crosses his arms, glaring at her.

"Because she's too-" she starts, but is interrupted by Gyutaro.

"Too pretty to be a fan of a guy like me?"

"You know what I mean, Onii-chan! I'm just looking out for you! After all the years you've been in the band, you've never had fans quite like her. She must be trying to use you for publicity or something."

"Maybe," he shrugs, "But I doubt it. She's a sweet girl and... I can just tell she ain't like that, alright?"

"But-" she mumbles.

"But nothin'! God Ume, can't you ever be happy for me? I know I'll never be adored like the other guys... but just having one really supportive fan is more than enough for me..."

He storms off, leaving Ume alone in his apartment.

After he doesn't return for a few minutes, she starts texting and calling him. But he ignores her and walks out onto the rooftop to smoke a cigarette.

"She's wrong about you... right?" He mumbles to himself, pulling out his phone. And sending you a text.

<<Gyutaro>> Hey What's up?

God I sound like such a loser. Why the fuck did I send that? It's so random.

<<Y/N>> Hey Gyutaro! I just finished up some homework Wbu?

Yes!! She responded so fast.

<<Gyutaro>> Nothin much Just wanted to say hi How's your day been?

<<Y/N>> It's been a little stressful But I'm ok :)

<<Gyutaro>> Do you wanna talk about it? Mind if I call you?

<<Y/N>> I don't mind at all. I'd love to talk to you! You can call me rn ^^

INCOMING CALL FROM MR. PERFECT ♥...

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #YBF #band au #replies

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nonbinarychaoticstupid · 11 months

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hai,,, what r ur sulemio headcanons

OHH I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

they are autism4autism this is Very important to understand. suletta stims by swinging herself around miorine stims by being swung around and the distinction is small but IMPORTANT. this also because literally every time i try to write suletta being happy i always imagine her straight up wiggling around with it and i Fully imagine that when they're lying around some nights and cuddling she will just swing miorine around with her while she joyously rolls entirely from one side of the bed to the other on her back giggling and kicking her feet etc etc. miorine is like This is perfect for me I am winning

this also relates to this one tweet that changed me as a person lmao i am of the very firm belief that miorine needs to sometimes be Crushed into a Hug. compressed into a file even. flattened like in a tom and jerry cartoon. and suletta needs to be Holding something all the time. autistic girls who stim by hugging (they are in love). you understand. miorine discovers weighted blankets and her life is changed.

adding onto this they need to be touching All the Time they cannot go anywhere without grabbing onto each other. miorine consistently is like no you dont understand i have to be holding onto her every second of every day or i'll die and for suletta this is just normal behaviour that everyone expects

personally i do Not see miorine as butch (i see the vision though.... i see the vision) but i feel like she would get to earth and start looking into earth history and discover butches and her mind would be BLOWN

EVEN MORE AUTISM!!! miorine has sensory issues regarding clothes and is very specific about the work outfits she wears because otherwise she will have the literal worst day in the world and come home and just Not talk for a 24 hours straight. suletta of course is like. why do you own this blazer anyway it's Evil

they are always talking to each other all the time every moment of every day when they are separated for work reasons LMAO i keep seeing art thats like. work mio vs talking to suletta mio and i think that idea is SO funny. she goes from being your very serious boss to 'affgdhfjdsfggfsgjfgsdh hiii ♥♥♥♥♥♥' the MOMENT her wife is on call and she is So insufferable about it. suletta is equally annoying she will literally get a call and be like 'excuse me MY WIFE is ringing :)' and be on the phone for the next hour telling miorine about her day in excruciating detail (they are going to call again when miorine's meetings end in less than 2 hours). earth house is very divided on whether it's absurdly cute or not (chuchu vs Everyone Else)

miorine and elnora very specifically only get along for the purpose of making suletta happy LMAO they don't hate each other but they are absolutely not at any level of friendship and will likely not be for a very very long time. elnora does help with her work stuff a lot because she's used to the insane machinations of loser capitalists though

speaking of relationships with elnora i think it takes suletta a long time to work through the whole repli-child stuff and it's very important to her that she starts on that separately to spending more time with elnora. she tells miorine about the whole thing (she's been trying to work up the courage for months) and miorine is immediately like. do you want me to punch her for you. i will punch your mother for you. this is great for suletta because she fully thought miorine was going to break off the engagement and everything (there is no basis for this) + she continues to have a lot of identity issues about it as regular life progresses because it turns out that pretending that everything is fine does not in fact make it fine!!

i choose to believe that there is enough space in the cockpit of chuchus mobile suit for them to squish in behind her seat when miorine comes and finds her after quiet zero. suletta is barely conscious but miorine (who is terrified she will just die there and then) keeps talking to her (mostly sobbing hysterically and telling her off for making her think she was dead) and its at this point that suletta asks her if she loves her. (chuchu is very pointedly pretending not to notice and doing her best to tune them out)

miorine, still sobbing hysterically: oh my g-d. are you insane. of course im in love with you. what do you think all of this was about suletta: oh sweet! :3

i have written this scene out and will post it one day i think it's the catradora in me thats like. they HAVE to have a love confession and kiss NOW. i just think itd be so neat if it paralleled their first meeting even more.... miorine helps suletta take off her helmet and kisses her.... do you see my vision

suletta plays the guitar and miorine sings. you agree. reblog.

genuinely though i think suletta would pick up guitar to help with her hands and miorine, who is also getting back into playing piano around this time, gets into the habit of singing along while she's doing things around the house

suletta calls her wheelchair aerial 2.0 and nuno and ojelo help her paint it in aerial's colours. when she moves to crutches they get the holder colours

technically they still have a year of school to go but for most of it suletta isn't able to go to lessons + focusing mainly on her physical therapy and miorine is too busy dealing with the benerit group's funds that for all intents and purposes they're no longer enrolled. miorine's rooms aren't wheelchair-accessible and so they stay in earth house instead until they turn 18 and can legally buy a home on earth. all of earth house subsequently has to third wheel

they don't get married for a little while. mostly because suletta is in recovery but miorine also needs to work up the courage to actually ask. (eri bullies her into taking her with her when she goes ring shopping) eventually she gets around to it after suletta's health starts improving and when she pulls out the ring box suletta is like Oh! and reveals that she literally cut up and made paper rings one day for this specific purpose

their wedding is on earth, to sort of start the official move. miorine pulls some strings to get nika to at least be able to See whats going on + they have the ceremony in a big field not far from their new house. suletta's chair (aerial 2.0) is decorated with So many flowers as per the instructions of the kids in the neighbouring town (who love her + want to be her first students) and miorine absolutely did not get away without getting Flowered too. they both are crying the whole day and neither of them are subtle about it

miorine's hair gets shorter and suletta's gets longer. miorine just wakes up one day and is like I HAVE TO GET RID OF IT

mio fell basically immediately but i think that its only when suletta is in space with el4n that she realises + it clicks for suletta when miorine literally starts a company for her lmao

#sep texxt #ask #anon #to be added to when i think of more LMAO #sulemio #gwitch #mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury

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anatee · 2 years

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Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 3 | Anakin x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, Padme hate club, fluff, some mature content but nothing too explicit, Revenge of the Sith references

Word count: 3.2K

Thank you for all the love on the previous part! If you like this one as well, I’ll add a part 4, too ♥ Tagging as requested @badpvn @anhsoka @adoringanakin @sophiejiro @lucyysthings @stxrrielle @justiceforthomasbarrow @annabanana262 @canvashearts @organasith @graciexmarvel

Waiting for Anakin to come back was torture. She kept on hearing rumours about him dying, and although she had official information from the Jedi that he was alright, every time she heard the rumours again, her heart sank.

If fear for his well-being wasn't enough, there was also the elephant in the room: their kiss, and the unspoken confession that came with it.

Y/N wasn't surprised Yoda told her that so many bad emotions were a way to the dark side, because really dark moments came to her indeed. She kept on questioning why she couldn't be happy.... Why was love such a sin? She could have never expected Anakin to reciprocate her feelings and now that he did, she still couldn't do anything about it. This ignited the tiniest flame of hate for the Jedi in her... Or at least for the rules they represented.

She spent most of her waiting time wondering what to say to him when they do meet again. They had to talk about what happened, especially now that the emotions had calmed down - they had to establish what it meant.

However, Y/N herself didn't know what her attitude was. It wasn't the matter of whether she wanted him or not - she knew she did - it was whether they were brave, or irresponsible, enough to break the Jedi code right under the Council's nose.

The day finally came. Anakin was returning to the Jedi temple as a hero - Chancellor Palpatine had been rescued. Y/N felt relieved; he was okay, it was all that mattered, and she had to stop worrying this much. She made sure to be among the people who welcomed him in the Jedi temple, wishing to see if he was alright with her own eyes.

However, moments before his arrival, she saw something that immediately ruined her mood.

Padme. Waiting there behind one of the pillars.

Y/N felt a knot forming in her stomach and for the first time she thought... What if Anakin lied to her?

At that point there was no time for deliberating. Master Windu was the one to welcome Anakin and Palpatine, and she was standing a bit behind him, yet she could still feel Skywalker's gaze on her. He was smiling, clearly excited about seeing her - he looked as though he might burst from anticipation, wanting to talk to her as soon as possible. She could even sense it through the Force while he was staring into her eyes, her heart fluttering out of both happiness and nervousness.

So what was Padme doing there?

Everyone began walking further into the temple at some point, and this was when Y/N thought she would get to talk to him... Before he stopped to speak with Padme instead. Feeling like a complete loser, she began walking behind Windu again.

And just half a minute later, she heard her name being called.

"Y/N!"

She stopped, then turned to see Anakin running towards her, having left Padme behind the pillar. Before she could react, he embraced her, then stepped back immediately to look at her face.

"I'm so happy to see you," he admitted, breathing heavily. "I've missed you so much."

Y/N wanted to say that to him, too, but couldn't not address "Padme in the room".

"What has just happened?" she asked, indicating her with her head.

Anakin sighed. "I told you. Padme wants me back. And I don't, that's all. She came to persuade me and to ask if I were okay."

"Oh. I see," Y/N replied, still feeling somehow uneasy. "Well, I'm glad you've kept your promise," she added with a smile that made Anakin feel warmer.

"I always keep my promises," he said with a smirk, then turned serious. "Listen, can we talk tonight? On the roof? There's so much I've been thinking about..."

"I do think we should talk, but not there... Someone may hear us."

"Then come to my room, alright?" he added, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "At any time you want."

"I'll be there. Promise," she said as an echo to his promise, making sure he knew he could count on her. "Come on now. They're waiting for you, hero."

"Oh, stop it." He rolled his eyes, but was still smiling as they followed Windu and the others much ahead of them, arm to arm.

That evening, the sunset on Coruscant was exceptionally beautiful. Anakin was watching it with a slight smile on his face, sitting on his bed shirtless, thinking about his successful mission... And, most importantly, about his upcoming meeting with Y/N.

He sensed her immediately when she appeared behind the door and told her to come in. So she did, and the moment she saw him, her heart began fluttering.

"You like to walk around shirtless lately, don't you?" she said more to calm herself down than do anything else.

"I'm just tired," he replied, still sitting on the bed as he watched her close the door behind her. "I wanted to get comfortable in my own bed after a tiring mission... Could I not?"

"Right, you're a hero now." She chuckled. "Should I bow?"

"Oh, come on." He rolled his eyes, then patted the space next to him so she would sit next to him. "It's just... Today I became a member of the Council."

"Really? Congratulations," Y/N said, settling herself next to him, but still keeping her distance. "You deserve it more than anyone else."

"Yes, but... I'm not sure if I'm happy with it. They wouldn't grant me the position of a Master." He looked down, and his words confused Y/N greatly.

"Why? How can you be on the Council without..."

"I told them the same!" Anakin interjected, looking at her in frustration. "I don't know. I'll figure it out later, somehow..." He took a deep breath to compose himself. "But now, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

This was when the atmosphere between them changed immediately. They both looked away from each other, hearts beating faster, considering their next words. Finally, it was Y/N who couldn't stand the pressure.

"Right... Anakin, I'll put it to you as bluntly as possible because I think that's the best way. Jedi to Jedi. Why... Why did you kiss me?" she asked, then covered her mouth as if not believing she had just said that.

But this was it, this was the question that had been on her mind ever since that night, among a few others.

Anakin took a deep breath, then grabbed her hands to her utter shock. She looked up to look him in the eyes - and he could see how surprised she was.

"Listen, I recently realised how important you are to me. More than I thought," he began, squeezing her hands. "Lately all I've been doing is reminiscing about all the moments we spent together and I realised... How good I feel around you. I have no bad memories with you... Just..."

Y/N was close to shivering. All these words, the emotions flowing through both of them, connecting where they touched, the Force swirling around them, tingling, making them feel much more than they already were.

"Before I split up with Padme, I asked myself what are the reasons why," Anankin continued, still holding her hands. "And it was not only because she didn't understand me... It was also because I found myself thinking about someone else."

He didn't have to say it. They both knew whom he was talking about as Y/N gulped, looking away.

"So my question is... Why did you kiss back?" he asked softly, trying to get her to look at him again.

"Because.... Kriff, I am not supposed to feel this way about anyone, Anakin. Let alone you." She got out of his grip and covered her face with her hands. "But I guess we both know love does not choose. And I fell in love with you, Anakin, a long time ago. That's why I wanted to leave the Order. There you have it, that's it."

After that came a silence, a scary one. Y/N was absolutely frightened and didn't dare look him in the eye after this, not believing she actually confessed her feelings, when this was the last thing she should have done. With hands still on her face, she tried to take a deep breath and prevent herself from crying - mostly out of fear - but it was getting harder.

Anakin, on the other hand, looked like he was about to jump from happiness.

"Y/N... Y/N, look at me." He grabbed her hands to uncover her face. "Y/N, I'm so happy to hear this. I feel the same about you, too. It just took me a bit too long to realise I had the special person right beside me all this time."

She wasn't even able to comprehend his confession, devoured by fear.

"But Anakin, we can't..." She moved away from him.

"Would it really change that much?" he argued, grabbing her hands to pull her closer again. "We see each other every day anyway... And nobody has to know."

Y/N lowered her gaze again, considering everything. Her heart wanted her to jump, to kiss Anakin endlessly, and to not care about the Order at all. And slowly but surely, these thoughts began clouding her mind...

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about how... " she spoke softly, still staring at the floor. "How they want to take away what's most human. Love."

"Not the only thing we don't agree with them on," Anakin said bitterly.

"But they would kick us out if they knew..."

"They would lose two Jedi knights. We would lose nothing."

After a long while of thinking, Y/N felt anger igniting inside her. The Order couldn't control her life... Not when she was about to be the happiest she's ever been in her life.

"Well..." She raised her head finally. "There's not a word about kissing in the code, is there? Oh, kriff, I'm becoming as cheesy as you. Bloody Skywalker."

"We'll handle it somehow," he replied, then used one of his hands to bring her face closer to his... And then closed the distance between them in a chaste, loving kiss.

And this time, the emotions were even stronger than the first time. She stopped thinking, because she knew it would lead her to nowhere. Kissing back with just as much enthusiasm, she gave in, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

And so he deepened the kiss, gripping her hips firmly as he used the Force to lower her into the mattress, catching her by surprise.

"This is not how our Masters taught us to use the Force, is it?" she said, breaking the kiss.

His face was hovering right over hers, as beautiful as ever, young, fresh, and reddish from the feverish kisses they had already exchanged; he was perfect, and it was naïve of her to ever think she could resist him.

"If you allow me, then that will not be the last time I use the Force inappropriately on you."

Her cheeks flushed red when he said that, and she was glad he came back to kissing her, allowing her to forget about any kind of embarrassment. And yet, she opened her mouth, letting the kiss become less and less innocent, and her heart less and less doubtful.

She raised her hand and buried it in his longish hair, something she had been dreaming of doing for a long time. He loved it, he was getting drunk on the feeling as he used his hands to show her how happy he was, gently massaging the sides of her body, sending shivers of pleasure through her as a result.

After what seemed like an eternity, he broke off the kiss and used one hand to prop himself up while the other cupped her face. They loved looking at each other in this state, cheeks reddened, hair dishevelled, breathing uneven - and at this point they both knew they weren't going to stop just tonight.

"Remember that time..." he began, trying to catch his breath, smiling at her slyly. "That one time we walked in on each other naked?"

His words turned the atmosphere much more intimate in a matter of seconds as memories of that day immediately clouded Y/N's mind. It was years ago, and it was completely accidental - it just so happened they both wanted to use the thermal baths at the same time, and neither of them expected to see anyone else there in the middle of the night. They didn't see much, either, it was quite dark... But enough to ignite each other's imagination.

"How could one forget it?" she whispered, gazing into his eyes. "But we decided not to talk about it ever again, remember?"

Anakin moved his thumb along her wet lips, weighing his words.

"Then I may... Break this promise," he whispered in response. "I read your thoughts back then."

"Anakin!" she yelled, embarrassed even if it were years ago. She remembered what she thought clearly, and it wasn't anything appropriate. But she also thought he couldn't blame her for this; he knew how he looked like.

"Oh, look at me and don't tell me you didn't do the same," he teased and she gulped.

She was guilty, too. And she knew what he thought, too, but she didn't think too much about it back then. He was a maturing boy then, it was normal...

She tried to bite back, although she was defenceless. "At least I never mentioned it as promised."

"But would you mind... If we saw it all again?"

The answer was all over her face. At this moment, she wouldn't refuse anything he suggested. And yet, she still tried to keep the higher ground.

Using the Force, she pushed him back rapidly so he was the one laying on his back.

"Woah! And who's using the Force wrong now?" he asked, watching her crawl over him.

"I'm following the Jedi who's part of the Council now, aren't I?" She smirked. "If you heard my thoughts, then you know what I want to do."

He gave her even a more confident smirk.

"I certainly do. You don't even know how many times I came back to these..."

"Who knew you were so needy, Anakin?" she asked, pecking him. "I did," she added in a whisper, proud of herself. "But not today. I'm going to test you first, Skywalker. You may be a good Jedi, but can you be a good boyfriend?"

"You know I'll take it as a challenge."

"Please do," she whispered, then lowered herself to begin kissing him again. It was his turn to play with her hair, and it seemed ages before they eventually became too breathless to do anything.

They fell down next to each other in darkness; the sun had already set behind the window, bringing a starry nigh to Coruscant, one they weren't going to ever forget.

Although Y/N was being hugged by him from the side, and she could feel the warmth of his skin on her own cheek, she still couldn't believe it wasn't her dream she found herself in. She kept on raising her head and looking at Anakin's face to make sure it was him beside her. For a while, they just stayed there in silence, enjoying each other's presence and the Force swirling around them, until Y/N let out a loud sigh.

"And now I will have to sneak out to my own room. Good luck to me," she said, already planning the route in her head.

Anakin pulled her closer immediately. "No, please, stay here."

"You're really demoralising me." She smacked his bare chest, looking at him. "What if Obi-Wan comes here? Pays you a little visit?"

"I wanted this for so long I don't even care," he replied, then kissed her on the forehead. "If anyone sees, we'll tell them you were feeling unwell and just came to me seeking help."

"Lying now, are we?" she joked, but then thought again that they weren't doing anything wrong and it was the Order that forced them to lie. "Alright. I'll stay."

"And I promise you won't regret this."

They slept together peacefully, or so it seemed, until they both woke up suddenly. Y/N felt Anakin's arm leave her body as he sat up, worrying her.

"Anakin?" she asked sleepily, unable to see anything in the dark. "What's happening?" she muttered, slowly forcing herself to sit up as well.

"Don't worry, Y/N, I just... I just had a nightmare," he admitted with a sigh. "To be honest, not for the first time."

She immediately opened her arms to embrace him. "Oh, come here..."

Anakin hesitated, then decided it would be best if he told her the truth.

"It was about you," he whispered. "You were given a lightsaber, you thanked for it and it was red."

"Who gave it to me?" she asked, then wondered why it mattered to her so much.

"I don't know, this person had a hood on. But I... I feel like it's a bad prophecy. I feel like something bad is going to happen to you, I had these nightmares before my mother..."

"Talk to Yoda about it," she cut him off without hesitation, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Don't mention names, of course... But he should know what to do. I assure you."

Anakin considered her words for a moment, then smiled before kissing her on her nose.

"You always know what to say to me. Part of why I fell in love with you."

Her heart fluttered at these words. She was glad he couldn't see her face at the moment and she had time to calm down.

"Now you fall asleep, Skywalker." She fixed his hair for no reason, just to touch him in any way. "And hold me if you have any more nightmares, kiddo."

He didn't need her to repeat it twice.

Next day was full of mixed emotions for Y/N. Guilt and fear were there, because she knew she was breaking the code she swore to obey and lying to Obi-Wan's face after he helped her. At the same time, she couldn't help but smile at any mention, any thought of Anakin slipping into her mind, and that feeling of constant happiness was already becoming addictive. Finally, there was anger, burning even more than the day before - anger that she had to hide with something as pure as love while they expected her to fight to death for the Republic.

She had no idea that while she was thinking about all of this, Anakin was thinking about her, too - even talking about her with Chancellor Palpatine himself.

"You are far too skilled, Anakin. That's why they fear you," the Chancellor said loudly. "If you follow me, however... I also see a way for you to be with the person closest to you."

Anakin looked up at the Chancellor in complete shock.

"Y/N is her name, isn't it?"

"How did you know?" he asked in disbelief.

"I know everything I need to know, Anakin," Palpatine replied in an obvious tone. "Besides, I know her, too."

"Y/N really respects you too, Chancellor."

"Then bring her to me as well if she understands that the Jedi council's decisions are bad for you."

For a moment, Anakin didn't react, then he finally nodded. He decided he would bring her to him. Maybe this will be a chance for them to be together?

#anakin #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker imagine #star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin x you #padawan #skywalker #yoda #jedi #obi-wan

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kuroo-suno · 3 months

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Hey, random question but ik you read some shoujo manga. Do you have any recommendations?

omg i sure do!! sorry if this is long i just really love shoujo ( ‘́⌣’̀) completed series are at the top and currently releasing are after, and i wrote a little about each one (though it's based on memory so it's not exactly detailed).

hopefully at least one of these is enjoyable! i've read loads more but these are some that stick out ♥

Completed:

Chorokute Kawaii Kimi ga Suki

☆ Intimidating, misunderstood sweetheart ML and an endearingly goofy and super-weak-to-romantic-gestures FL

Horimiya

☆ one of my all-time favourites UGH. FL and ML are both completely different outside of school but in vastly different ways and thanks to a chance encounter, they meet and discover that perhaps they both have a little more to offer than what's on the surface ♥♥♥♥

Kanojo ga Kawaisugite Ubaenai

☆ demon ML comes to the human world disguised as a high school student to complete a test to become the next demon lord and the FL has never had friends before and couldn't read any romantic (or warning) signs if they were printed on the inside of her eyelids. ML is also sooo weird and awkward and provides a lot of comic relief

Kawaisugiru Danshi ga Ouchi de Matteimasu

☆ FL is a star employee, but an absolute scrub once she gets home so she offers her friend/ML to live with her rent-free in exchange for his cooking and cleaning services (and to keep her from getting involved with losers)

Living no Matsunaga-san

☆ FL moves into her uncle's boarding house while her parents care for her grandmother and her roommates are quite the array of individuals, including the older ML who shows he cares by being a crabby little nag-machine

Natsuaki-kun wa Kyou mo Kokuhaku Shitai

☆ Aloof and seemingly disinterested ML (main character) pines HARD for the world's cutest girl and is desperately trying to confess

Tsubaki-chou Lonely Planet

☆ i wish i could read this for the first time again tbh. FL gets a job as a live-in housekeeper for a famous author (ML) to help pay back her dad's debts. ML is icy and distant, but FL has a heart of gold fr. This series made me laugh and cry numerous times and reading the last chapter was so bittersweet because i loved getting a conclusion but didn't want it to end yk? (from the same author as hirunaka no ryuusei and uruwashi no yoi no tsuki so no surprise it's 10/10)

Ongoing:

Daifuku-chan to Ouji-sama

☆ Small-town girl moves to the city for university (and to find new love). One of her boarding house roommates is a 10/10 but their first meeting doesn't exactly leave the best impression~

Hikaeme ni Itte mo, Kore wa Ai

☆ one of my all-time favourites?? Super school-focused, perpetually stressed FL comes across the battered and bruised delinquent ML in the rain and patches him up. He makes sure to repay the favour (insert saluting emoji here)

Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku

☆ modern day romeo/juliet situation except no one dies! ML and FL are from rival schools (lower-class, bad grades vs wealthy scholars) and are perceived very differently. ML is soft and sweet despite his appearance and encounters FL as a customer at his family's cake shop. She treats him differently than others have (read: like a human person) and oooooo it's so sugary!!

Super no Ura de Yani Suu Futari *technically seinen but........

☆ 45 y/o ML's only joys in life are going to the convenience store to talk to his favourite bubbly cashier and smoking out back with an edgy young woman who he's definitely more familiar with than he realizes..........

Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki

☆ FL presents much less feminine than her peers earning her the nickname of "prince" and she's always treated as such. But then she meets ML who is a fellow """prince""" and he sees her for who she is and appreciates her beauty both inside and out~

Yamaguchi-kun wa Warukunai

☆ FL has an unfortunate run-in with a creep on the train en route to her first day of high school and is saved by her delinquent classmate (ML). he's in everyone's bad books but the more she learns about him, the more determined she gets to change his reputation

Yubisaki to Renren

☆ FL is a deaf and lovely, but sheltered, college student and has a chance encounter with the ML, who is much more worldly and adventurous than she is annnnd cue tears fr

i almost added about 600 000 000 000 more but i'll hold back for now LOL if you have any recs or want to talk shoujo, please don't hesitate to reach out!!

#answered #i love shoujo so fucking much ugh i could die #are they all the same tasty little treat in different packaging? yes but i will continue to scarf them down nevertheless

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always golden to me

A gift for the lovely @greyyourwarden for the @wayfarer-exchange featuring the wonderful Nadira Sero ♥

Pairing: Nadira Sero & Aeran Kellis 1757 words, G Summary: If Rona won't offer opportunities for joy, Nadi will just have to make them.

Rona is not what she expected. It’s greener than Karth, greener than the streets of Nesactium, but there’s something about the vegetation that feels impatient. The tangled overgrowth is wild and fierce; it’s as though nature rages against the attempt to domesticate it. There’s a savageness to the way every tree root juts outwards from the cobblestones, a defiance to every moss-covered plank, a feral contempt to every weed that sprouts between the walls of the ramshackle buildings. It should make her feel unwelcome, but Nadira resonates with this chaos, with this nature that refuses to be tamed. The bustle of the town square reminds her of the markets of Nesactium, the multitude of people moving from stall to stall as they examine the wares, their voices blending into a warm cacophony as they attempt to barter.

The scene before her also serves to remind her of her rapidly dwindling funds. Her hand goes instinctively to feel the weight of it, her palm taking measure of how light it is. Enough for a few days, but they really do need to find more work…

“We could try the docks,” Aeran suggests, absently scratching the back of his neck. The day is a hot one, the humidity making a frizzy mockery of his curls. “Might find something there.”

“I’ll race you there,” Nadi grins. “Loser buys the winner a drink!” Without waiting for a reply, she sets off through the crowd, her golden hair a beacon as she barrels through the throng, uncaring of the indignant hey! and watch where you’re going! thrown her way.

The sky turns overcast as she turns onto the main road. Her foot momentarily slips on a particularly smooth cobblestone - she throws her arms out to maintain her balance. Glancing over her shoulder, she sticks her tongue out at Aeran, squealing delightedly as he picks up his pace, grabbing haphazardly at him as he attempts to overtake.

Aeran stumbles as he jerks to an abrupt halt, his feet still facing the direction of the docks. “Let go!” he tries to pull off her grip on his vest, but all she does is catch hold of a sleeve instead.

“I’m not letting you win,” she laughs as she tries to take the lead.

“This is cheating!” His indignant tone is filled with humor. Giving up on his attempt to prise her off, he resorts to doing what she’s doing. Snagging the collar of her tunic, he tries to wrestle her to the ground.

“Hey!” she bats at him, shoving his shoulder, twisting this way and that to try and escape his hold. “No fair!”

“You started it,” he retorts. Letting out a triumphant whoop, he neatly trips her onto the ground before sprinting away.

Nadi jumps to her feet, dusting herself off as she chases after him. “Get back here!” she shouts, a grin splitting her face, unaware of the startled, wary looks that passers-by direct her way. “Kellis, you cheater!”

“You started it!” he calls over his shoulder.

The sun is fully blotted out by the time she gets to the docks, the heavy, dense clouds looming down at them. Thunder rumbles through the skies, the sound vibrating against her ribs, adding to her breathlessness. Aeran’s standing by a lopsided apartment, the bricks faded and worn to a dull greige, his arms crossed, his smile indisputably smug. “I win,” he says, chuckling when Nadi gives him a playful shove.

“Only because you cheated,” she accuses, but there’s no heat to it.

“Don’t be such a sore loser,” he reaches out and tousles her hair. The warmth from his fingers seeps into her scalp and she involuntarily moves into the touch. Her eyes flutter shut for the briefest of seconds before opening to meet his.

Aeran has a soft look on his face, eyes bright with fond affection, forehead free of concern. For a moment, they stare at each other. Nadi watches as his smile turns from smug to tender, unable to look away as his fingers catch a flyaway strand of hair before tucking it safely behind her ear. Her heart hammers in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, and she climbs onto her tiptoes to get closer to him…

Then there’s a loud, obnoxious clap of thunder, and the skies break open to a deluge.

Rain pours over them in sheets, and for a moment they’re both too stunned to react. Then Nadi laughs, turning and tilting her face to the sky, and relishes the way the water taps her skin. Her every sense comes alive – the scent of petrichor fragrant in her nose, so rich she can almost taste it; her armor, wet and sodden against her skin; the sound of the rain hitting the ground, of feet stamping through puddles, of curses and dismayed wails as the townsfolk scramble for shelter; and then–

Aeran is still staring at her, his mouth in a broad, joyful smile, as though he’s seeing her for the first time. It’s like Karth all over again, but not – a awestruck wonder sparkles in his eyes, his eyes so blue amidst the increasing grey of their surroundings. His gaze is intent, intense, and she’s a moth pinned under the force of it; it makes her restless, it makes her panic, and so Nadi does the first thing she thinks of.

She stomps a sodden boot into a nearby puddle and splashes him with orchard-brown water.

Aeran sputters, staring down at the patch of dirt now staining his tunic. His expression is so comical Nadi starts to giggle, which turns into a chuckle, which turns into her doubling over, clutching her stomach as she chortles, tears adding to her already-blurred vision.

“You think that’s funny, do you?” Aeran’s palpable disgruntlement sends her into another peal of laughter. “It’s hilarious,” she wheezes. “You should’ve seen your face!”

“Oh yeah?” Quick as a flash, his leg moves, and before she can react, a small wave of mud hurtles through the air and lands squarely in the center of her chest. Nadi gasps, wiping away the worst of it, her eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Oh, it’s on,” she snarls through a grin, hunching over and slamming into him. Aeran slides backward, but remains on his feet; his hands move to her shoulders but instead of pushing her away as she expected, he starts to tickle her.

Nadi shrieks and pulls away, stumbling neatly over Aeran’s perfectly placed foot, but she’s still holding on to him and so they both go crashing to the ground, right into the puddle that they’ve both used as ammunition. Wet, sticky mud squelches and sloshes around the weight of her body, coating her hair, one ear, the back of her neck, her elbows, dissolving under the rain to form little brown rivulets that run into her armor. For a moment, she remains as she is, sprawled out in the middle of sludge, Aeran’s legs tangled with hers. They get a lot of upturned noses in their direction, several grimaces and even a disgusted look or two, but none of that matters to her.

What matters is Aeran, and right now? He’s chuckling, little huffs of laughter rumbling through his torso, making his muscles vibrate with mirth. Nadi rises to her elbows, eyebrows raised as he dissolves with glee. There’s smudges of dirt on his cheek, smears of brown along his temples, and his brown tunic is more mud than cloth, but none of that seems to faze him.

“It’s not that funny,” she sulks. “It’s going to take ages for me to clean up.”

“I can help with that,” a brazenly dangerous glint of mischief dances in his gaze.

Nadi knows that look. She’s seen that look many, many times - it’s usually followed by an act she’s going to dislike. “Aeran,” she warns, holding out her hands to ward him off as he rises to his feet, “whatever it is you’re planning, don’t you dare–” she shrieks as he lifts her effortlessly into his arms, holding her in a bridal carry that shouldn’t thrill her as much as it does – and she’s certainly not resting her head against his chest and taking in the register of his heart – but when she sees his intended destination she starts to struggle. “No!” she swats frantically at him, “Aeran, don’t you dare–”

She makes a dismayed wail as he drops her over the edge of the pier into the shallow water, her limbs flailing and thrashing ungracefully as she attempts to upright herself. She feels every inch the sodden dishrag she undoubtedly resembles, and the thought puts a sour, sullen look onto her face. She crosses her arms and deliberately turns her head away from him as she searches for a way to climb out.

“Come on, Nadi, don’t be mad,” he shifts into her line of sight, offering a hand. “You got what you wanted, you’re all clean now–” he fails to stifle a snort of laughter as she pointedly plucks a strand of soggy seaweed from her scabbard.

“Let’s get you out of there,” he offers his hand again, dropping to his haunches on the pier. At her skeptical look, he adds, “I won’t do anything, I promise.”

Satisfied, Nadi grabs his hand – her palm against his, her fingers beneath his knuckles. But before he can help her up–

She pulls him into the water, giggling maniacally at his high-pitched squawk. The same seaweed is on his head, having settled in comfortably among his curls. He gives her the most patently false outraged, betrayed look she’s seen, and she laughs again when he starts to grumble about the sand.

“Hey, you started it,” she sticks her tongue out at him.

He stares at her, deadpan, before his face splits into a smile and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and draws her to him. “Truce?” he suggests.

Nadi’s so warm where he’s touching her, and even warmer beneath her ribs. Her heart thrills with secret delight as she looks up at him. Does he know how much I care for him, she wonders. Has he guessed?

His eyes sparkle as he looks down at her, an unexpected tenderness on the planes of his face.

Her fingers twitch and jitter as the space between them fills with unspoken emotions.

She can’t tell him. What if she loses him?

She manages to pull a shaky grin to her lips. The rain turns melancholic as the skies weep the way she can’t. “Truce,” she agrees

#i hope you like this grey!#i had so much fun writing it :D #i love nadi so much ♥#aeran kellis #wayfarer mc #nadira sero #wayfarer exchange #wayfarer #roguelioness writes

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♥ : for a loving voicemail

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

♦: for an apologetic voicemail

for soapgrid!!!

♥ : ingrid didn't know why she was feeling so warm inside. no reason at all for her to be in a good mood, especially considering how awful things had been for her in recent years, but god damn it, ingrid laura sergeant woke up on the right side of the bed that morning! she thought she'd text soap, but he didn't answer the various messages she sent in a row. decidedly annoying, ingrid took her next step and actually called him, only to have to leave a message. the horror.

"heeey soapie. i know it's not very millennial of me to call you and leave a voicemail, but that's what you get for not answering my texts! i guess i don't really have anything important to say, but i was going to stop by your apartment with some starbucks and a bag of nerds gummy clusters—the berry kind, not the rainbow—but you're a loser that doesn't look at their phone, so you get nothing. just because i'm not some super tough macho military guy doesn't mean you can ignore me, y'know? i might've even splurged and taken you on a trip to target but noooo. i guess i'll have to be your sugar mama, and i mean that literally, some other day. maybe i just wanted to say thank you for letting me hang around after everything, since i'm suuuch a nice person, but you'll never know and fuck it's about to cut me of—"

shit. well, she had been rambling anyway. if that didn't get his attention, she didn't know what would.

♚ : she had her good days. she had her bad days. most of them fell into the bad category, but occasionally there was a bright blip in the darkness. a lot of those blips had to do with soap. he didn't even do much, forever a stoic man that was tall as a mountain, but sometimes it felt like he was a mountain that shielded her from things getting too dark and sometimes she wished that he would kiss her. other times, that thought made her cringe. she thought it might've been called trauma bonding or maybe it was transference, she didn't really know or care, but it felt like he was a mountain or a life raft or just fucking something. something for her to hold onto. her siblings couldn't relate to her since she got back, her parents looked at her as if she was a stranger, and all the friends she had before had moved on in ways ingrid didn't know if she would ever be able to do. it was all so stupid. she knew she shouldn't have been calling him, bothering him once again in the middle of the night. maybe that's why her call went to voicemail. perhaps soap was getting sick of her shit. she was somewhat relieved he didn't pick up.

"hey soap. i know it's very late and i call you too much. i don't really know what i wanted to say so bad that i had to call you again at four in the morning. i guess... i guess that i just wanted to thank you. it feels like my heart is missing sometimes, i don't know if you'll understand what i mean by that. but it feels like i have it back when you pick up the phone or you come get me because i haven't left my apartment in days. sometimes... soap, sometimes it feels like i love you. jesus. that was a crazy thing to say. i'm sorry. i don't know that i actually do, if that helps. yeah. shit, i'm sorry. can you pretend you never heard this? thanks. anyway... goodnight. or good morning. whatever. bye."

yeah, she was definitely relieved he didn't pick up.

☆ : ingrid had never really been a party girl. even in high school, she really only attended parties because she felt like she had to. miss teen dream, the popular nice girl that was friends with everyone and cared about her studies, but not too much or she'd be boring. as an adult, she wasn't a stranger to having a glass of wine at dinner or having a cocktail after work with some coworkers, but she hadn't tossed back shots like a college girl since she was a college girl. on that night out though, after dealing with a tough case that made her want to rip her hair out, ingrid somehow kept drinking with barely any convincing from her friends. somehow, she ended up calling soap from the back of her uber.

"ummmm, hello? soapie. how dare you not answer my call? are the fuckin' queen of england or somethi—what? no, i'm not talking to you, uber driver. i don't even know you. anyway, sooooap! will you ever tell me your fucking real name? i know your parents didn't name you after a cleaning product. i mean, i don't know much about your family or really anything about you at all, meanwhile you know, like, my social security number and how much real, actual money i spent on candy crush last summer? that's not very fair. anyway, i hope your parents didn't name you soap. this uber driver keeps giving me weird looks. i don't think he thinks soap is your true christian name either... i gotta go, i kind of feel like throwing up... anyway, learn to answer your fucking phone!"

♦ : she had been a true, honest to god mess lately. ingrid realized she had been acting erratically, but she couldn't stop herself. knowing that she was pushing people away, people that wanted to help her, made her feel sick inside. it made her feel sick inside that no one could understand why she was acting out. no one but soap. she had fucked that up too, though. soap seemed to still feel some sort of protectiveness over her. she began to resent that supposed obligation. she had spent most of her life feeling protected, the eternal damsel in distress. the love that her loved ones felt for her started to feel like a cage and ingrid finally snapped. she cussed everyone out, drank like a fish, tapped out her savings and maxed out her credit cards. no one understood. they didn't close their eyes and see what she had seen. no one but soap. the only person that could understand, and as far as ingrid knew, never wanted to speak to her again. eventually, the darkness closing all the way in, she had to reach out. even if he didn't care for her anymore.

"errr—sorry. hi. um, i didn't expect to get your voicemail. i get it, though. i wouldn't want to talk to me either. i won't take up too much of your time, if you even listen to this or maybe just delete it immediately after seeing it, but i wanted to say that i'm sorry. for all of it. i've been a terrible person for, like, an entire year now. nobody wants to deal with my bullshit anymore, which i understand, but... i don't know. it still sucks, even if i did it to myself. i think i've been going through the five stages of grief or whatever since we came back, even though no one close to me died. just like... grief over the whole situation. we never should've been out there in the first place. anyway... this is getting too long. i'm sorry, soap. let me know if you'd like to go to a movie or something someday. if not, just know i really do wish the best for you. i hope you're coping with it better than i am. military training and all that. but, um, yeah. bye, soap. thank you for saving my life, though i don't know that i deserved it."

she didn't realize she had been crying until it was over.

#mutatedangels #* INBOX / answered .#* INGRID SERGEANT / narrative .#* INGRID SERGEANT / dynamic / soap .#so 1 and 3 happen in a normal verse setting lol and 2 and 4 are def post-dead space verse when they're back on earth #anywaysss i hope you like these! and if you ever wanna turn any of these into a thread please do. thank you for sending me a meme ana 🤗#also that last gif is natural hair color ingrid and it's freaking me out! bc that's her canon look from like 18-25 #but i was running low on phone gifs lmfao so we'll just pretend she's platinum blonde there

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Cards

Lily: Sorry for this one being late, I was busy yesterday and didn't have time to post this properly.

D&F: This fic is less lovey-dovey. Though it was fun to make and different!

Card games are weirdly complicated yet provide the most exciting fun in a competitive sense. Monty isn’t big on card games, he’s a golf player. Though, he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t get his wires surging with adrenaline. The looks on everyone’s faces when he manages to win a round, and the amount of gloating he can do after it.

…Too bad those moments are rare.

Hence, why the animatronic gator isn’t too keen on playing card games that much. He almost always loses. Almost, as the bassist had a win here and there. He HATES playing against Roxy because her competitive streak comes out in full force.

She’s a sore loser AND a sore winner.

Whenever he manages to beat her, the robotic wolf would go off on him. Very colorful insults get thrown that, even with their censor program on, did little to block such phrases that clearly used no swear words or anything the dumb thing considers offensive. If she wins, the keytarist rubs it in Montgomery’s face HARD and will still mention his defeat for weeks in the most subtle ways. Which is why the green glamrock had been secretly practicing his card playing skills online.

Some humans within the staff managed to set up a private card game online to play on their break. It can be played alone, or with others through servers. Monty always played on the private server, as he doesn't want anyone to know he is using it. Here, he felt like he was getting a hang of the game…with the help of a tutorial. Slowly, but over time the robotic alligator was understanding it. To the point that Montgomery is able to get a few wins off of the computer.

Then comes GARY.

Gary, the online user who suddenly sent Monty a request to play together. It startled the glamrock gator, no one was supposed to be playing the game during work hours. Much less be using the very server he was logging into. Yet, the bassist played along and agreed to play with the user.

That ended up being Montgomery’s biggest mistake.

Every. Single. Game against Gary ended with the robotic alligator losing. The guy was just too good, and the animatronic alligator hated it.

He was determined to beat Gary by any means necessary. Every free time that the robotic alligator had was spent on mastering the cards. Now, Monty is ready.

Logging on the server through his interface, the gator animatronic is greeted by two other users: Geologamaps and UrsineStars135. Geologamaps is on the left with a squared image of a globe, while UrsineStars135 is placed on the right with a squared image of a starry night. “A full house…” Montgomery crossed his arms. It’s closing hours, but a few of the workers remained to finish some business within the shops of the megaplex.

[ So, what should we play? ]

[ Goldfish? We havent play it in a while. ]

The bassist ignored the text bubbles, he was more focused on his target. Gary. “Where is he?” The robotic gator’s tail switches impatiently as he walks around the miniature golf table, “He better not have left early.” A ping catches the robotic gator’s attention.

: GaryvEEE65 HAS LOGGED IN :

“Finally!” Montgomery exclaimed. He quickly sits down and texts.

[ Ur late GARY. Wat took u?! ]

A square-shaped image of a smiley face appears across from the glamrock gator. [ Ah KajuIn1O. Nice to see you again ☺. ] reads a text bubble above the smiley picture, [ Ready to play? ] Smug as always, the cheeky user. The green glamrock huffs, [ Watevr! Just choose a game already! ] He’s ready, tonight WILL be the night that Gary is going DOWN. Another text bubble appears above the other user.

[ Hey Ursine! Lovely night we’re having♥ ]

Monty groaned. There Gary goes flirting with Ursine, again. He ALWAYS does this! It annoys the robotic gator, because all of that flirting takes up time from the game! And URSINE, whoever this user is, it is SOO clear that they like Gary. Every single flirt the guy throws their way receives a “♥” at the end of their sentences. It’s cheesy, it makes Montgomery’s eyes roll, and it irritates him. That, and Ursine keeps bringing up space facts. Which reminds the green glamrock of Freddy…

His eyebrows furrow. Has Ursine been hanging out with Freddy? Would make sense, the bear animatronic seems to be obsessed with that kind of stuff. Or, maybe Ursine is a Freddy fan-

[ Earth to Kaju! We’re waiting for you to accept ☺! ]

The bassist notices the message from Gary. At the bottom of the screen is a pop-up message that reads, “Accept the game? Yes / No” [ Oh. Sry. ] Monty texted before pressing the yes button. The game begins.

Geo is selected as the dealer to deal the cards on the virtual table. ‘Okay, Monty,’ the robotic alligator cracks his neck, ‘time to beat Gary. Once and for all.’ His hand raises up in front of him: Two queens, two fours, two twos, a seven, a six, an eight, two jacks, a nine, and a five. Huh…a bit more cards in the animatronic alligator’s hand than usual, but whatever. Another message suddenly appears, before the glamrock.

“How much will you bet?”

Weird, why would the game ask that? Isn’t the betting feature turned off? With a shrug, Montgomery looks at his choices and chooses ten. Each text bubble reveals what everyone betted. Geologamaps bets three, UrsineStar135 bets three, and finally Gary bets three. Hah, only three? Losers. When the green glamrock’s text bubble appears to show his bet, the reactions from everyone confuse him. [ Um, Kaju, maybe you should redo your bet. ] texted Ursine. Despite there being no audio behind those words, it is clear that the user wrote it with concern.

[ Too high. Go down :( . ] Geo texted. [ Yeah buddy you have it too high. Lower it to a reasonable number for yourself ☺. ] texts Gary. Monty snaps out of his confusion. [ Wat? U think I cant win 10 points or smthn?! I show all of u! Just watch! ] He angrily texted. He’ll show them! Getting ten points will be a breeze for the bassist! In fact, the glamrock gator will get far more than ten! Like, a hundred points or something!

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……Why…is Montgomery LOSING?!

He doesn’t understand, he’s playing the game, right?! Right?! Then, why does the robotic alligator only have ONE POINT OUT OF TEN?! Geo had gotten all three points, Ursine had gotten FOUR points out of three! Gary? …That cursed user has FOUR. POINTS. OUT OF THREE, TOO! Monty sat there in shock. He’s down one card.

The jack of spades.

“I don’t get it…” He muttered as he stared at his point again. One. Just one point out of ten. The dread begins to sink in, the green glamrock is going to lo-NO! He fiercely shakes his head. Montgomery can still win this! Just play this last card and hope for the best! “C’mon card…” He utters to himself, “help me win.” Ursine sends out a nine (♠), and Geo throws out a four (♠). When it’s Gary’s turn, the user uses a six (♥). Monty’s eyes grew.

He has the stronger card!

The bassist sends out his jack into the pile, and the stack is automatically given to him. “YES!!” The animatronic alligator cried out with excitement. His body jumps off the couch as his fists punches the air. He did it! HE finished the game! HE WON the game! HE BEAT-

The results pop up.

Montgomery eagerly reads the verdict. The scores are tallied up, and according to it Monty and Geo had gotten…-38 total points. His toothy grin shrinks as the enthusiasm within him fades.

…What?

“You lost.” the text reads at the top, “You did not collect all of your bet.”

…..He lost?

The glamrock reads further. Gary and Ursine’s total points are 62 points.

Freddy can hear a muffled scream from outside of his green room. He knows the reason behind it, Monty is about to have a temper tantrum in his green room. Thankfully, the girls were hanging out in Mazercise, so they are far away from the upcoming mess. The robotic bear sent a message, [ You could have gone easy on him. ]

[ Sorry! I got caught up in the game ☺! ]

A small smile appears on his face as he leans back against his couch. [ I know “Gary”, but you need to learn to have some restraint. ] The glamrock bear was introduced to the game by DJ, who had a fun time beating the employees under his online disguise. He didn’t even find out about the online rivalry the bassist had with the music man’s persona until the robotic spider brought it up in their casual conversation. The lead singer pauses for a moment, [ I do not think Monty even knew we were playing Spades. ]

Spades, a trick-taking card game in which spade cards always trumps. It can be played in pairs or alone against three other players. The rules revolve around being able to succeed in filling out one’s bet. Each player sets the number that they plan on collecting before the start of the game. That becomes their goal in how many “tricks”, or piles of cards, they need in order to win. Each player throws a card into the center of the table. The card with the highest number in the pile, goes to said player that used it. Spade cards are the strongest, and easily overpowers any card that isn’t another spade. In pairs, the player and their partner must help each other meet their set number before the other team. The game is over when all players have no cards left in their hand.

The game isn’t played by the staff, mostly due to the majority not understanding how to play the game properly and the others not wanting to be accused of gambling during work. However, it was found in the list of games that was available, and DJ was eager to try it out after playing it solo for a while. Though, the glamrock leader will admit that it took some explaining what bet meant in the game for him to be okay with playing it at all. [ Well we did try to tell him. ] texts the music man, [ I mean we’re playing in pairs. ] True, Freddy was paired with the robotic spider while Geologamaps, who was Mapbot, was paired with Montgomery.

[ He made me lose >:( . ] texts the animatronic worker. The poor bot got the short end of the stick when it came to choosing partners. The disc jockey had begged her to let him and Freddy pair up. Being a good friend, and fellow supporter of their relationship, Map agreed. What no one expected was for Monty to royally screw up at the game. He played almost all of his stronger cards, first. Then used up the rest of them without even realizing it. It was luck that the glamrock alligator managed to win at least TWO piles in the end. Sadly, that mattered little when the robotic gator failed to gather enough bets to meet the quota, he himself had set up.

[ We know, Geo. ] texts the robotic bear. Truly, he feels for the S.T.A.F.F. Bot. She was trying so hard to get Montgomery to listen to her in the whole ordeal, yet the gator animatronic had tuned everyone out. [ He. Made. Me. Lose. ] She texted. The emphasis alone tells the orange glamrock that Map is still furious. [ I am sorry, I will pair with Monty next time. ] He offered. It isn’t much, but it’s the least that Freddy can do.

[ Better >:( . ]

[ Hey now don't be so harsh on him, it’s a game. Live a little ☺. ] The glamrock leader’s ears wiggle as he reads DJ’s text. His hero. Another text bubble pops up, [ Okay she’s giving me an earful so I gotta go. ] Oh…she’s personally there with the giant animatronic. That can’t be good. His ears pick up a muffled sound of a large object coming in contact with a solid surface. Oh no. [ I have to go, too! Monty is about to wreck his room! ] Freddy frantically texted before closing the game. He rushes out of his green room to stop the enraged glamrock alligator from decimating as many things that are within his reach.

Looks like DJ and Freddy ended up being the real losers.

#FNAF: SB #Glamrock Freddy #DJ Music Man #DJ x Freddy #DJMM x Glamrock Freddy #Montgomery Gator #spacetunes #fanfiction

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spacedoutman · 3 months

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【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 6)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: Oh god... watch what you say, Doris. also the image is from the Asheville post card co and published around 1930-1945! How cool is that?

Warnings: None for this chapter

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 7 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 5 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

The next day

“There’s someone else I’d die for you to meet.” Doris’ voice flooded with joy. She stopped. Fine China dishes piled in her hands like a stereotypical waiter. You wondered how the hell they didn’t fall.

Doris set some down quicker than a heartbeat. She looked at you with a wide enthusiastic grin. “My sister. She’s coming up from Asheville to meet us.”

You’d heard a lot about Doris’ sister. Her New York accent was apparently so strong she couldn’t be understood. “She always asks me how and why I’m here.” Doris shrugged casually, putting more dishes down. The dark oak table glistened. You set down the ornate glasses bunched in your arms. “I tell her every god-damned time—Love takes you places.”

You two broke into laughs. Doris waved her hand dismissively. Kenneth ran past, screaming like some axe murder was chasing him. He tripped over himself, crashing into the sink. He glanced over his shoulder. A terrified gasp left with all the air in his lungs as his eyes widened in mock terror. He jumped up and ran. Eloise laughed happily as she chased him with a paper airplane.

Doris giggled. You couldn’t help but to smile. “You’ ever considered having kids?” She asked lightheartedly, heading over to the dish rack. The little window above the sink lit up the pastel yellow walls. The sunflowers painted on it looked like they’d pop out at you.

“Paul’s enough.” You joked. Doris burst into laughter.

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped. “Just don’t.”

She snickered. “Maybe sooner or later when you’ve got everything figured out—but no matter what, don’t. I waited.”

“Thank you, Doris.” You said softly. She nodded with glee.

“Now, she’ll be up around dinner with a couple if that’s alright with you.”

“It is, completely.”

“Thank you, doll.”

Doris’ gaze snapped to yours. She threw up her finger. “She’s coming with her friend, Dale.” Her cheer blared like windchimes. “He’s an agent in Hollywood and he’s heard word about you wanting to be an actress.” Your jaw plummeted and your heart went the opposite way. Anything you could say fled like the loser in a skirmish.

Your eyes wandered from her.. to the dish to—was this really happening? You quickly put all your dishes down. “Is it true?” Excitement poured from your voice. Your brows drew together. Your hand eased over your heart. Doris raised an eyebrow, twinkling.

“Would I lie to you?” She teased. “But for now, I think you should go home.”

You nodded quickly.

“They’ll be over this weekend! I’ll swoop around to pick you up sometime around breakfast once I’m certain.”

Your head grew so light in an instant you stumbled. Doris slid her dishes on the table quick as a mouse and ran over, wrapping an arm around you. You laid your head against her arm and sighed so big the air flew from your lungs. “Thank you so much.” You murmured. Her touch was gentle as the spring sun. She laughed happily.

“You can count on me.”

A couple hours later.

Doris wheeled around and sped off. You stood on jello legs feeling like you’d swallowed heaps of sugar. Your body raced quicker than your head. You waved, pumped with enthusiasm. You turned around and started on your—what? You squinted. It sure seemed like you had your hands cupped around your eyes to make binoculars.

A black, shining blotch hid behind a thin row of trees. You pursed your lips. Your eyes hit the ground. Deep tire tracks ran all the way to it. Your eyes widened quickly. Your palms moistened. You took a single step back. Your legs stiffened. ‘Oh my god.’ You thought through shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible. Another step back-

“Wait!”

“I HAVE NOTHING TO ROB!” You said in a shrill scream, praying one of the neighbors would hear you.

You froze. Your face of pure terror melted into a flat one. You dusted your shoulders. Gene stood, wide-eyed in the doorway. He looked like his heart would leap out of his throat. You calmly walked over.

“Gene, what is that?” You said plainly, gesturing at the car.

“Paul and I have a lot of explaining to do.” He said through grit teeth, his eyes darting from it to you. An overly wide grima—grin shone on his face.

You raised your brows. He looked down, sinking in on himself. “If you weren’t Gene I’d..” ‘What the hell?’ You blinked rapidly for a split second before your eyes flew wide. “Paul’s home??!” Gene sighed deeply. “How long have you two been here?”

“Two days.”

“You two have been here for two days..?” You doubted, crossing your arms loosely.

… Your expression softened.

“What happened?”

Gene lightly scratched the nape of his neck. He froze, closing his eyes and composing himself. “Come inside.” He turned all low and sappy. He backed up, holding the door wide open for you. You walked in. He eased it together. Paul snapped up like a bent ruler. His scared face melted into a loving one—then a terrified one. He stood up.

You gasped as he stumbled back. You and Gene ran over at lightning speed, taking him by the arms and sitting him back on the sofa. You two sat down. You took Paul by his shoulder and brushed his hair out of his face. Paul’s eyes shut a bit tight. He was unusually small. “Paul.” You said sternly, tightening your grip. “What’s going on?”

“We.. uh.. we robbed a gas station.” He blurted.

Every emotion humanly possible flickered on your face as you froze up. Paul’s shoulders curled in tightly. He looked away. Your heart bounced around your chest like a ping pong ball.

“.. you robbed a gas station.”

You raised your trembling hand and pointed. Paul slowly nodded. He sighed. “Gene and I.. robbed… the gas station.” He was as glum as a rain cloud. You threw your hands to your sides, looking at him like he was insane. All you wanted to ask: ‘Why?’ Paul sighed… again.

“Look.” He cupped your hands in his warm palms, leaning close. “Gene and I.. we got a bit desperate. We were out of gas.. a-and the truck was falling apart.”

He swallowed. Hard. You froze again. Your mouth fell open. You looked from him to Gene to Gene at your hands to-You shook your head quickly. “What now??” You spluttered. “They’ve probably got the feds after y-you or something!” Paul closed his eyes.

“Gene and I.. we talked it over and he a-and I are going on the road.”

“And where would you two go?” Your voice sharpened like a blade. “How far could you go?”

“.. Don’t you worry. Please.”

“Well I have to cause’ I’m coming along.”

#Paul Stanley is one lucky sob #trust me those high speed chases are coming soon #because you might be confused as to where the police are #don't worry hahaha #kiss band #kissblr #kiss fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #1930s au #gangsters

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In Vino Veritas (Part 2)

Summary ─ Bucky never thought there’d come a day where you’d stop bothering to even ask him to come to Friday pub nights. You’d given up, but one night he shows.

Pairing ─ bestfriend!bucky x avenger!reader

Warnings ─ fluff x angst. mainly fluff. alcohol use. pet names (doll; baby; sweetheart). Some cursing??

A/N ─ Hi ! I just wanted to say thank you so much for the love on the first part?? This is my first little fic on here and I feel very welcomed ♥ Let me know if there are any warnings I missed or if y’all want a part 3? Otherwise, I do have a few fics in the making and I you stick around ♥

Part 1

Word Count: 4.6k

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Your table finished a whole two other rounds of trivia. Sam had won the next round, ordering your table some free cheese fries. There was a lot of cheese at the table tonight. The topic for the round was Movie Facts, which Sam was surprisingly amazing at, and unsurprisingly, Steve was horrible at.

Even though Bucky was just as lost as Steve, he helped you anyway, grinning every time he’d give an answer because it was very clear that he had no clue what on earth the question was even talking about.

You’d both gotten comfier, drinking a little more and allowing the trivia questions to be a sort of icebreaker between the two of you. That felt ridiculous, considering you usually weren’t so weird around each other, but whatever.

“What’s the first rule of Fight Club?” He squinted at your phone, “Easy. B. Don’t talk about it.”

The question was a truly easy one. Most people would know the answer even if they’d never seen the movie. You grinned, “Yeah, but how’d you know that? Sam make ya watch it?”

“Never heard of it,” he admitted with a shrug and a drink, “Just seems like a good answer. Don’t talk about your club dedicated to fighting. Why would you tell people about that? I sure wouldn’t.”

You burst out laughing, resting your forehead briefly on his shoulder, feeling him chuckle alongside you too, proud to make you smile.

The last round you participated in was Literature, which Bucky was actually decent at. You knew he liked to read, but you never thought he knew so many facts about Jane Austen or Stephen King.

“You clicked the wrong answer!” He feigned shock and reached over to tap the correct one which was asking Stephen King’s old pseudonym. “What kind of name is Robert Bluebell?”

“Bluebell sounds pretty. If you’re going to pick a fake last name, wouldn’t you want it to sound pretty?”

Bucky was still pretending to look at you like you were crazy, “He’s a horror author, who cares?”

“Well, the name Richard Bachman doesn’t scream horror to me.”

Bucky shook his head and leaned over even closer to you, acting as though he was just trying to get a better look at your phone. “Okay, next: What are the names of the Bronte sisters? Oh yes, don’t worry, doll, I’ve got this,” he winked at you.

He did not “got this” but that was okay. You didn’t mind at all when the answer was wrong because he groaned and momentarily squeezed your hand as he played up the role of a sore loser.

Truthfully, he didn’t care too much either. He just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.

Even if just for a moment.

Despite him knowing the occasional fact, no one at your table won. Some lady named Kate at another table did, and you all watched in a melodramatic bitterness as she claimed her free drink.

“Couldn’t even get her friends an appetizer, huh? Had to claim the free drink?” Sam shook his head. “I’d never do that to you guys.”

You huffed out a laugh. “You did last month.”

Bucky was all smiles, his nose scrunched as he giggled, your heart soaring as you watched.

Because Natasha was not playing much, she was the first to get a little tired of the night. She’d started leaning on Steve halfway through the Literature round, and when she declined ordering another round of drinks, you knew the night would come to an end soon.

“Sleepy, Nat?” Steve put an arm around her in a jovial manner.

She checked the time on his phone, “A little. But if you guys want to stay another round–”

“We’ll survive without another,” Steve shrugged, “The area in my brain that stores fun facts is getting jumbled up.”

Sam chuckled, “Or you just suck.”

“Dare I remind you that I won a round, Sam?”

You really did not want to head in yet, despite feeling a little tired yourself. Sure, tomorrow you and Bucky would continue on in the morning, sharing breakfast and maybe going to the training room after, but it was nice to just feel close to him in the booth all evening. The alcohol had given him the freedom to loosen up his body; he’d been physically relaxed, resting alongside you more and more as the night went on.

It didn’t feel like it had been long enough; you wanted just one more second to hold onto the feeling. Why did it feel so forbidden to want the feeling of his body against yours in a way that shouldn’t matter? Yet it did.

The feeling of him mattered. In the most irrevocable way.

Sam nudged Nat, “Want me to order a ride?”

“You sure?” She eyed all of you.

You nodded, “Good with me.”

Bucky quickly drowned the last few sips of his drink and then nodded. “Yup.”

While the food all night had been free, the drinks that had racked up on the tab still needed to be paid for. You were already reaching for your purse, “I’ll pay the tab. Think it’s my turn, hey?”

But then you felt Bucky’s hand on your forearm, “I’ve got it. Least I could do.”

“No, no, we invited you for a good time so–” You started protesting but he shook his head and shot you a little lopsided smirk that was all you needed to stop speaking.

For the first time all night, as though no longer in the trivia trance, Steve and Sam were eyeing both of you weirdly. Nat had been eyeing you weirdly all night, but that was kind of a normal occurrence.

“You do realize we get paid by the same guy, huh?” Sam pointed out, referring to how you all worked under the Stark name, a literal billion dollar company, and were in no financial competition with each other.

Nat gave him a subtle nudge as if to say shut it.

“Exactly,” Bucky pointed out as though agreeing with Sam before he gave your arm one last squeeze and pulled away, “I’ll pay. You guys book the ride. Gimme a sec.”

He stood and fled to the bar to do so, leaving the four of you and a plate of only a few remaining fries.

As you all waited, Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, looking at you pointedly. “I think he’s had fun.”

You did not know why he was just looking at you, but replied, “I think so too. Do we think he’ll come again?”

“That guy is definitely showing up again,” Nat grinned, closing her eyes as her head pulled back against the booth. She looked rather content with the evening. “I haven’t seen him smile this consistently before.”

“Yeah, at most he gives me a couple chuckles and then moves on,” Sam said as he worked away at booking an Uber. Who knew the Avengers took Uber? (Avengers: They’re just keepin it real!)

“Maybe you’re just not funny,” Nat told him, her eyes still resting.

“Says you.”

Steve spoke your name and nodded to you, “You sure got a few laughs out of him, hm?”

“Must be the mead,” you shrugged.

“Must be.” Something in his eyes though said differently.

Before he could continue, Bucky had shown back up at the table, zipping up his coat and looking at you all pointedly. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” Sam left his phone open on the table as he put on his coat, “It’s two minutes away.”

Nat slid out of the booth after Sam, linking arms with him. Steve quickly stole a fry before following, and you quickly after, holding your purse and shoving your hands in the pockets of your fall coat, not looking forward to the cool air outside.

Bucky was not one to lead the way in social situations, so the other three started heading out, but he lingered slowly with you, the last one to get out of your spot. It was a nice surprise, seeing that he continued to stay alongside you out of the booth, both of you walking side by side to go meet the Uber.

You kept your hands in your pockets, fingers picking nervously at your skin, as he kept his hands in his own pockets, clenched in fists as he bit his tongue from saying something stupid like, I had fun tonight.

Neither of you ended up saying anything, only occasionally bumping elbows as you left the pub. The Uber ride home also was pretty quiet, Natasha half asleep on Sam’s shoulder, Steve looking up movie fun facts on his phone so he’d ‘know better for next time’ even though he never did, and Sam was quiet and content.

You watched Bucky as he watched out the window, his eyes not tired as the others, but curious and wide. You wondered where his thoughts were at.

Once home, Sam and Steve hugged you and Bucky goodnight, Natasha mumbled a half asleep, “Night,” before Steve walked her to her room.

The quiet of the residential corridors in the compound was quite the juxtaposition from the pub not that long ago. You felt a slight ringing in your ears, rubbing at them, hoping it would go away soon.

Before even going to your room, you stopped in the kitchen to get a glass of water. You nearly dropped the glass when you turned from the cupboard and realized Bucky was still behind you, waiting in the dim kitchen.

“Sorry,” he slurred, eyeing you and then the cupboard before walking over to grab himself a glass.

As you poured yourself a drink, you reached your hand out for his glass in a silent notion of an offer. He looked almost smitten as he passed it to you and accepted the simple gesture.

You swung your purse straps over your shoulder again and held your glass, ready to leave. “You stayin’ up?”

He slowly licked his lips, realizing he didn’t have a set course of action. “Uh. Dunno.”

This earned a giggle from you, which caused him to light up in response. “Tired?”

“Not really,” he admitted, eyes on you.

A few options probably went through both of your minds as you stared at each other. You felt flushed, a smile growing for no particular reason other than that he was starting to smile too, his teeth perfect as his cheeks dimpled.

“Uhh, would you, maybe–” he swung his hand around in some effort to find words.

“Want to come to my room and watch Fight Club?” You blurted out.

Somehow, his smile increased. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to.”

Before making the move to leave, you paused and looked at your glass, then glanced at the cabinets. “Want more to drink?”

“I’m still pretty…” he waved his hand around again, a blush increasing.

“Drunk. Yes,” you nodded. “Still want something? I don’t have access to the asgardian shit.” Because you wanted something for yourself, you didn’t wait for an answer before peeking in the cabinets. “Looks like we’ve got like five different wines and a bottle of tequila.”

Bucky scrunched his nose. “No tequila.”

You held a bottle of wine. “Red?”

“Sure,” he smiled and grabbed some wine glasses. “Classy.”

“I think so,” you smirked, trying to hold onto the water glasses, your purse, and the wine bottle. “Ready?”

You could’ve sworn he looked you up and down, a satisfied smile slowly appearing. “Lemme carry the bottle.”

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Even though there weren’t many other people on the floor to worry about, you both went as quietly as possible to your room as though you’d wake someone. It felt fun, tiptoeing down the hall, the two of you stifling back giggles that wanted to erupt even though nothing in particular was funny.

You unlocked your door and rushed him in like it was a mission, but unlike a mission, you actually started giggling when he ran in all silly, closing the door behind you.

It wasn’t like it was his first time in your room, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. Still, he found himself comfortably going to sit on your bed as if that was a normal thing, kickin’ off his shoes.

You didn’t realize you were staring while he took off his coat, throwing it on the back of your desk chair, until he was looking at you again. Quickly, you darted your eyes and put your own coat away.

“Gonna change quickly,” you muttered, “t’somethin’ comfier. Wanna borrow something?”

He patted his jean clad thighs and laughed, “Don’t think your little pj shorts would fit me, doll.”

To your dismay, something of a whimper came from you over his response. Luckily, you found distraction in going to your closet door first, “No, wait, I think I actually have some of Steve’s athletic shorts.”

“Why do you have those?”

“Spilled a drink on myself one night and he happened to have them with him,” you were giggling again, digging around in a folded pile of laundry, “I was drunk, okay, and it seemed like a better idea to wear this guy’s comfy sweaty shorts than my beer smelling jeans for the rest of the night.”

“Please tell me they still aren’t sweaty,” he groaned.

In response, you threw the shorts at him. Of course you’d washed them since then, just never having given them back to Steve, but Bucky still let out a squeak of shock as the shorts hit his face.

“I’ll be one sec,” you laughed, going to change and leaving him be for a moment.

Once you arrived back, in some lounge pants and a matching tee, you felt your heart race seeing him seated on your bed in such a laid back way, making himself at home as he went through a streaming service on the TV. More wine had been poured and resting on the nightstand.

“We messed up,” he looked your way, eyes quickly darting over your comfier outfit, “Fight Club isn’t even on here.”

“Oh damn,” you sat beside him yet slightly back, your back resting on the headboard.

“Guess I have to leave,” he sighed melodramatically, “Such a shame.”

You nudged his thigh with the side of your foot, “Just pick a different movie, idiot. Wanna watch a Stephen King one?”

“I think you mean Richard Bluebell?”

“Bucky,” you laughed and he turned enough to look at you, a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Have you seen It?”

“Huh?”

“It. The movie. The Stephen King story. Killer clown.”

He leaned back, resting on his elbows, not yet scooting up so that he could sit beside you against the headboard like a normal person. “Oh, that one. Hm. Nope! Don’t get it.” “I don’t know what to do with this answer. Wanna watch it or not?”

Still, he didn’t give a solid response, his right hand waving around as he spoke. It seemed as though Drunk Bucky enjoyed talking with his hands. His vibranium arm holding himself up, the bicep flexed in the position, he said, “What’s so scary about clowns, huh!”

“I think the scary part is that the clown is using his position to lure in kids. It’s about the murder of chidlren, Buck. Seems scary enough to me.”

He blinked up at you, “Wait, have you seen the movie?”

“Nope.”

For some reason, this pleased him. “Oh fuck yes, lets watch it then. FInally, something you know just as much information about as I do.”

“I mean, I know some things!”

Finally, he adjusted himself to sit closer to you, fulfilling the want you’d had since inviting him to your room; the want to feel him simply sitting flush beside you again.

Ignoring the racing feeling in your heart, you used the remote to find the movie which luckily was available this time, but you already knew that, which is why you brought it up in the first place.

You felt as Bucky breathed out a laugh, “Do you like scary movies?”

“Sorta. This has been on my to-watch list for a while, but I just didn’t want to watch it alone.”

He faked a little pout, and it killed you, “Aw, babyy, you can handle fighting against people actually trying to kill you but not this?”

The pet name, unused before this moment, was killing you just as much. “I- listen, in a fighting scenario I have control over my body and I am confident in controlling the situation. How am I supposed to control a demonic clown from trying to kill children! That’s horrifying!”

“It’s okay, baby,” he briefly patted your thigh, “I’ve got you. I’ll give that clown one look and it’ll go running.”

“Oh my god, Barnes, love yourself more than that–”

He laughed, tilting his head back a bit, “I meant because I like to think I’m intimidating, not ugly!”

“Oh fuck,” you blushed, “I mean– please don’t ever think that I think you’re ugly! Oh gosh, I’m sorry I–”

“So then you don’t think I’m intimidating?” he teased.

“Yes! I mean– NO! Or, I don’t know? Fuck, I–”

“I’m just messing with you.”

You continued to ramble, “You don’t intimidate me. But I think you do a good job of intimidating others? Please don’t ever think I’m scared of you. Oh god, and please, again, know that I would never think you to be ugly!”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, pulling your hand into his vibranium one to calm you down. “I get it. I’m a decent looking dude who doesn’t scare you, but I can scare away a demonic clown. Sounds good?”

“Decent looking?” You gaped before even thinking about what you were saying. Sipping on more wine was not helping.

His brows shot up and he was back to smirking, “So we’re back to thinking I’m ugly then?”

“No,” you groaned, your palm coming to your forehead, “Stop running me in circles. Give yourself more credit, you’re a beautiful man and–”

He titled his head to the side, “Beautiful, huh?”

“Christ,” you huffed, “I’m starting the movie now.”

He just laughed lightly, giving your hand a squeeze. You faked an upset expression, trying to hide the fact that his hand over yours was a feeling you never wanted to let go of.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, if you get scared, I’m right here, hm?” You didn’t know what was up with the new pet names he was trying out, but you didn’t mind. His tone was slightly teasing, but he didn’t let go of your hand and you knew there was truth there.

He’d be perfectly happy to have you find comfort in him as he had with you so many times. Even now, in the cozy walls of your bedroom, buzzed and warm and next to his favourite girl, he allowed himself to lose tension which didn’t happen to him often.

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It shouldn’t be a surprise that Bucky was not that freaked out by the film. As horrific as Pennywise could be, Bucky’d seen—experienced— worse. Honestly, you had too, but that didn’t stop you from jumping during the couple of jump scares. During some uncomfortable points, you’d even groaned uncomfortably, playing it up by covering your eyes. The thing was, Bucky knew you were playing up the fear you felt, but he tugged you closer anyway, enjoying the excuse to have you in his arms.

By the time it was over, the wine bottle was empty and your legs were draped over his as he held you in his arms.

The credits rolled and as the movie effects wore off, you realized that it wasn’t the most normal thing between you to be cuddled up with your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Hmph,” you groaned, not caring if he realized you were disappointed. “All done?”

You could feel his rumble of laughter, closing your eyes and embracing it. “There’s a second one, yeah?” He asked you, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing along your arm.

“What time is it?”

He leaned a little bit to get a look at his phone. “Shit- nearly two. I wasn’t suggesting we watch it tonight, but there is still more story for another time.”

You hummed and sadly removed yourself from him, stretching your arms up for a moment. You did not see the look in his eyes watching you, but you could feel it.

You lulled your head side to side in an attempt at a stretch, but you just felt loose and tired. “Can we watch the second one some time, though?”

When you looked at him, Bucky's eyes were soft as he watched you, almost curious in a way. It felt strange that he held your gaze for so long. You almost felt shy, like you should look away, but those blue eyes of his were something you needed more of, so you wouldn’t give this up.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Please.”

“Please?”

So subtly. A smile. “Yes. I use manners sometimes.”

You didn’t respond, only watch him, doing your best to not look directly at his lips.

Which— fuck— were so pink and full and begging to be kissed.

The thought of kissing Bucky was not something you indulged in often. You two just weren’t like that. That was off limits. He was off limits. That had to be some sort of Avengers rule right?

Well, sure Nat and Bruce were a thing once, somehow, and there was Wanda and Vision, but you were certain the others would find it odd if you did something similar. Natasha and Bruce were a weird thing in the end. You remember talking to Steve about that, thinking what the fuck. Surely, the others would think the same if you made a move on Bucky.

You made the decision to block feelings for him a very long time ago. Only knowing each other for a short period of time, he still set something off in you. He made you feel fiery, and whole, and you didn’t want to risk a damn thing.

“Um,” Bucky cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably and looking away as though he’d read your mind. “I should go to bed.”

“Same,” you inhaled. “Hey, is it cool if I skip our morning run?”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to go on a walk in five hours?”

“My bad. That is exactly what I want.”

He chuckled and started scooting off your bed. “Yeah, sweetheart, we can skip it. Sleep in, okay?”

“Woah, you’re also skipping? James Bucky Barnes, skipping a workout?”

Bucky couldn’t stop grinning despite the tiredness that was now evident. “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched him stand, stretching his own arms. “Can we still meet for lunch?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” You pressed your lips together, not knowing how to say goodnight.

He seemed to figure it out though. Surprisingly, he leaned and gave you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Message me in the mornin’ if your hangover’s bad, okay? But have a good night, doll.”

You hummed, hating the loss of him against you as he headed for the door. “Goodnight, Buck.”

“Goodnight,” he gave you one last soft smile before leaving.

Just like that, you were alone. Half drunk in your bed, credits playing, and everything felt like some weird dream.

What was all that? What did it mean?

You went to brush your teeth, getting ready to fall asleep, a million questions running through your mind. Would he come to the pub again? Did he even want to watch the next movie? Did your cuddling make him uncomfortable? Maybe he doesn’t actually want to get lunch tomorrow, and is just being polite.

Back in bed, you stared at the ceiling in the dark, brain still buzzing and full of life despite being tired.

You just heard the normal sounds of the compound, the whirring of air con and the other mysterious clicks and all.

Someone walking by the door at night wasn't an abnormal occurrence, but you still sat right up when you heard the echoes of footsteps outside your room.

The footsteps got closer and halted; you weren’t stupid, and you were a trained assassin, so it was clear someone was directly on the other side of the door and it was pretty obvious that it had to be Bucky. Something lurched inside of you and you scattered off your bed to the door, not caring how weird it would look if you went to open it on your own as if waiting. Maybe subconsciously you were waiting,

The knock came quietly, just a couple taps, and you turned the knob without a care.

“Oh,” Bucky breathed out, shocked to see you answer so fast. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you’d still be sleeping or not.”

You felt out of breath, “I was gettin’ there. Heard footsteps.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Bucky’s lips were parted, his eyes almost afraid. “I just need to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“A-and maybe it's because I’ve been drinking, but I still mean it, and I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time.”

You still had your hand clutching onto the doorknob, watching him carefully. “Okay.”

He took in a wary breath, then breathed out your name, and began, “You mean everything to me.”

His eyes had that rare hold on you again, the affection coming through more than the fear. You couldn’t even say a word. Only watch.

“I had an amazing time with you tonight,” he continued. “And I’ve been wanting to join you for months, but couldn’t just get the damn courage to.”

“There was nothing to be afraid of,” you interjected quietly.

He shook his head, “I was afraid that if I came along, I- I don’t know, maybe I’d see you be hit on by someone, or maybe I’d make some sort of fool out of myself in front of you, or maybe I’d have an amazing night just like I did and maybe I would just have the hardest time stepping away from you.”

You blinked a couple times. “What?”

“Ever since I met you, all I’ve wanted to do was make you happy. You are like some sort of fuckin’ sun in my life and I just want to soak you up every single day and just feel you and- wait not like that– wait, kind of– oh fuck, wait–”

“Buck,” you reached for his hand, which drunkenly was waving around. “Did you rehearse this?”

“Sort of,” a blush went to his cheeks. “Wanna hear the end or is this already weird?”

“Please finish.”

He licked his bottom lip, all the fear in his eyes gone because at this point what else could he lose? “I love you. I- I’m in love with you, and I think I have been for a really long time.”

Bucky couldn’t really read your expression; you probably just looked lost or confused or even scared. So after a moment of silence, he gulped and muttered, “That’s all. Um. I’m sorry for keeping you up–”

Before he knew it, your lips were on his, cutting off anything else he was going to say. It felt too hard and silly at first, your nose bumping against his, you uncomfortably straining yourself to reach his height. The moment wasn’t ruined though, because he was smiling, and you were too, and before you knew it his hands were around your waist and he was leaning down a little more and kissing you as soft as ever. Bucky fit against you perfectly, and you’d never felt more content as you did with him in the quiet hallway, at two in the morning, with your lips on his.

#Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #Bucky Barnes x you #bucky fanfic #my work!!!! ahh!!!!#slow burn #bucky slow burn #friends to lovers

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Better Believe it

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: N/A

Summary: Yamaguchi’s “imaginary” sweetie comes with sweets.

Warnings: Fluff with a little bit of self doubt on Yamaguchi’s end! No spoilers either!

A/N: First Haikyuu fic hope you enjoy it ♥

“Whaaa?! No way, I don’t believe you!” Tanaka exclaimed, face close to the freckled boy’s face. Yamaguchi cleared his throat, scooting back as subtly as possible. However his space was short lived as Noya stood between the two, repeating the action his buddy had.

“Yeah not to be rude Yamaguchi but only losers say their girlfriend’s go to another school!” Noya said, smiling as he patted the boy’s shoulder. Yamaguchi felt his brow twitch at the boy’s words. He didn’t know which was worse, the way he had said it or what he had said. Before he could stammer out a response a tan pair of hands dragged the two back revealing his captain. He offered the boy a smile.

“Don’t listen to them. I’m sure she’s lovely. Although I have to admit, it is a bit strange that you haven’t mentioned her much until now. How long have you been seeing each other?” Daichi asked him curiously. Yamaguchi felt his face heat up as he thought of his girlfriend. He scratched at his arm awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“A-a few months. Four months and two weeks to be exact.” he mumbled. The gym grew quiet for a moment before a chorus of questions erupted from all of them, circling around him as they eagerly awaited their questions to be answered. However the group of boys began to quiet down as Tsukishima let out a small bit of laughter. He pushed his glasses up his face, a smug look on his face.

“Please. Yamaguchi-san definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend. Four months and I don’t know? That’s highly unlikely.” he said, scoffing as he crossed his arms over his chest. Yamaguchi let out a growl under his chest as he began to walk towards the smug blond, poking his finger into his chest.

“Just cause I didn’t tell you about it doesn’t mean it’s not real, Tsuki! You can be a real ass sometimes and (Y/n) is very...gentle. I didn’t want you to hurt her feelings if you met her.” he admitted, backing down as he realized how angry he was getting. Even though most of the time Yamaguchi managed to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, it should come to no surprise to any that he could have strokes of meanness himself. How else could he have managed a friendship so long with someone like Kei?

The blonde went to say something else but Sugawara interrupted. “Ohh we’ve got a name now! How about we settle this today? Yamaguchi-san, you invite (Y/n) and if she isn’t here by the end of practice then she isn’t real! Practice doesn’t end for another…” his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, “Three hours and I say that’s a good enough time for her to get here no matter where she’s at!” he stuck out his hand to the green hair boy, looking at him expectantly. Yamaguchi was nervous. A lot of things could go wrong in three hours but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that his girlfriend was always there for him no matter what. That and ever since she had learned he was on the volleyball team she had wanted nothing more than to visit him at practice!

“Deal! Matter of fact, I’ll call her right now!” pulling out his phone he pulled up her contact and went to hit the call button before a hand stopped him.

“Surely you’ll do it on speaker, right? How will we know if you faked it or not?” Ennoshita questioned, causing the team to chime in around him. Yamaguchi rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless. He hit the call button and it barely rang before the call was answered.

“Oooohhh!! Tada-chan!~” a voice half sung half talked out. The guys all started to whisper before Daichi held up his finger reminding them to stay quiet. “What can I do for ya? Wait, are you okay?! You’re supposed to be at practice right now!! Did you get hurt? Are you sick? Dashi tell-”

“I-I’m fine (Y/n)! Seriously I promise! That’s actually the reason I called you.” his throat grew dry, cheeks flushing red as he prepared to ask the question. “I was..I was wondering if you could stop by practice today? I know the ride from Sendai is long b-but it’s a Friday so you could stay at my place for the weekend an-” the girl gasped really loud and a crash could be heard along with a bunch of objects being tossed around.

“Really?! I’d love to, Dashi! I’ll be on my way soon. I just have to make a stop and then I’ll be on my way! I’m in a rush now so I’ll see ya soon! Mwah!” the girl rambled on excitedly before the call ended without another word. Everyone blinked blankly at the boy before each of them started to scream different things at him. But before they could get any more out of hand, Ukai blew his whistle signaling that their break was over and although Yamaguchi loved practice, he found himself being even more thankful that the break was short lived.

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“What gives? It’s been like two hours since she called you!” Nishnoya groaned impatiently as he caught Yamaguchi’s serve before tossing it back to him.

“She said she had somewhere to stop before she was on her way.(Y/n) is a very busy girl. She’s a friend of many. Besides, Sendai is a few hours away!” For some of the best players in their district, the rest of the crows could be quite dense. Why would he go through all this trouble for some elaborate lie? Did they really have so little faith in him?

“Correction, it’s an hour and thirty minutes from Sendai to Miyagi.” Tanaka chimed, stretching as he let out a lazy yawn. The two looked at him in confusion. “What? Google exist ya know!”

“Well in the meantime as we ‘wait’, why don’t you tell us more about her, Yams? Is she pretty?!” Hinata asked, sitting in front of him curiously. The green boy dropped the ball, walking towards the benches where the boys sat. He felt himself tense, slightly agitated at the boys use of quotations with the word ‘wait’.

“(Y/n)-chan is very beautiful. She actually used to do pageants up until last year when she stopped. But her looks aren’t why I like her so much. She’s one of the most bubbly and happy people I’ve ever met! She can be a bit scatter brained and get off topic easily but I think it’s kinda cute.” the corner of his lips were upturned in a slight smile at the thought of the (h/c) haired girl. Before anyone else could say anything a knock could be heard from the door. A few seconds passed as each of them looked at each other before pushing and scrambling to beat each other to the door but ultimately Daichi won when the threat of extra laps was pushed onto them. He turned to them with a satisfied grin before turning his attention back to the door.

“Hi, can I-” he gasped some choking over his words, leading the others to try and sneak a glance. “Can I help you?”

“Is this the volleyball club? I was looking for Das- Yamaguchi Tadashi.” a feminine voice said from behind the door. Yamaguchi felt his heart race at the sound of the familiar voice. His hands grew clammy as he wiped them on his shorts. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off leaving him to face the gravity of the situation. His girlfriend was going to be meeting his teammates? What if after a while of hanging around she realized he was the underdog? That his teammates were much more spectacular, more strong, just...better than he was. He didn’t know if he could handle it.

“Yes, this is the volleyball club! Yamaguchi is around here somewhere why don’t you come in?” as Daichi opened the door wider, everyone returned to their previous positions trying to seem uninterested in the girl who had just stepped into the gym (despite the racing in their chest from such a pretty girl). The green haired boy jumped as a hand came in contact with his shoulder.

“She’s cute, Yams. I can see why you like her so much.” his head turned in shock at the sound of the blonde’s voice. It was very uncharacteristic of Kei to acknowledge others' looks in a way that was positive. However, he could tell his words were meant to serve as comfort in some odd way.

“Yeah she is pretty cute isn- oof!” Yamaguchi stumbled some as a soft pair of arms wrapped around his middle. Looking down he saw (Y/n) smiling at him brightly as she rambled on. “Slow down, baby! You know I can’t understand you when you speak that fast.” he giggled out. The girl leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m so happy to see you in person again, Dashi! It’s been, like, foreverr.” she whined out, a slight pout on her lips. He felt his heart melt at the sight causing him to giggle at her a bit more. “Oh yeah! I was saying sorry it took me so long! I stopped by this bakery on the way here because I didn’t wanna come empty handed.” turning around she kneeled to pull a few boxes out of her bag before turning to the group of guys. Hinata looked amazed while Kageyama was failing at looking unimpressed. Yuu and Tanaka were being held back by Ennoshita who looked equally as impressed as Sugawara was while Daichi, as usual, remained calm.

“Are you guys hungry? These are for you! I tried to buy you things based off of how Tadashi described you all!” she handed out the boxes to each one of them, the many sets of eyes lighting up in delight. A few of them had flushed cheeks, some tears, as other’s faces turned into a smile the same amount of brightness as her. It was almost too much for the pinch server to handle! (Y/n) always went out of her way to do kind things for people. From single handedly cleaning up litter from their local beach, to helping primary students cross the road after school, and now, to where she had managed to remember the small things about friends that were barely her own. She had a way of making everyone feel special no matter what.

His eyes focused in on a box much larger than the ones the others were handed. A pair of well manicured (s/c) hands waved the box in front of his face a few times. Pushing it down slightly he was met with the sight of his girlfriend’s smiling face. (Y/n) was always one to get excited about gifts. Whether she was receiving them or passing them on, it gave her a warm feeling in her chest that spread all over making it absolutely impossible for her to keep the smile off her face.

“Did you think I forgot about you, Yama? I was just saving the best for last!” his cheeks flushed once again, calloused hand rubbing along his arm sheepishly. He tried to stutter out some sort of reply, but he was lost for words. Sometimes he wished he could be a bit smoother with his words - and a lot of the time he was!- but when she looked like that? Gitty smile on her face, brows raised in excitement? All aimed at him, all caused by him? Who wouldn’t be starstrucked?

“I….thank you, sweetheart.” he said as he reached out for the box. She bounced up and down slightly on the balls of her feet as he took the box, eyes looking in amazement. The arrangement of sweets in the box were beautiful. An audible gasped left his lips as his eyes shifted from the box to her a few times. “These are amazing!”

“I’m glad you think so! Don’t tell the others but,” she leaned in near his ear, “I made these ones especially for you.”

So while she did make people feel special no matter what, she always made sure to let him know that he was the most special person in her life.

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“Damn! I can’t believe Yamaguchi has a girlfriend that’s so...cute!” Tanaka said, crumbs flying out of his mouth.

“What, are you trying to say? That he’s some kind of ugly?”

“N-no not that! That’s not what I meant!”

“At least he got the girl he wanted. You’ve been chasing after Kyoko for years!”

“Oh come on guys go easy on me! A poor man like me can only take so much!”

#yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x reader #tadashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi tadashi x you

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mirobami · 3 years

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Resident Kirari Momobami simp here again.

I hope you're having/had a great, mademoiselle~

Can I please have some jealous Kirari? It can be a drabble or headcanon. I just need something to quench my thirst for this girl.

I'm just in love with the way you write her.

↳ jealousy - k. momobami

♥ GENRE: fluff.

♥ SYNOPSIS: kirari being jealous over her s/o.

♥ NOTE: My fellow Kirari lover! I hope you're also having a good day! Yes, of course, I’d love to do so! Let’s get going!

When Kirari gets jealous, she gets JEALOUS

It’s openly obvious to everyone else but you because she will always hide it from you but her jealousy glare can and will give the target nightmares for two days straight

Kirari won’t tell you afterwards that she was jealous; besides that glare is reserved for the ones that will flirt with you when she is right there

If someone pulls you aside, she has a sixth sense for it so she’ll just say, “Yes, my girl is lovely and beautiful, isn’t she?”

The person will run once they realize that it’s the president talking to them

Another is when someone is flirting with you but you’re oblivious to it

She’ll go up behind you and hug you while looking at them smugly as you hold onto her forearms

These are the times where Kirari doesn’t look soft to anyone, even though she’s hugging you, she looks like she’d put someone in hell

One time she got so infuriated at someone that she went up to them and proposed a gamble because she knew that she’d win

The winner would get to take you on a date and the loser would owe 10 billion yen

Lo and behold, Kirari had won and the other person was deeply regretting ever flirting with you; Kirari found you and took you away on a date with a smile you had never seen before on her face

She never told you about that, though, she didn’t think it was relevant because she still had you

In short, the president has three ways of showing her jealousy: the glare, the hug and the sixth sense

You’ll only ever detect jealousy from the sixth sense because she hides it very well from the other two

Point it out though and she will deny it fervently, but you’ll see the little blush on her face

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui x y/n #kakegurui x you #kirari x reader #kirari x y/n #kirari x you #kirari imagines #kirari momobami x reader #kirari momobami imagines #kirari momobami x y/n #kirari momobami x you

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appleteez · 4 years

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Flower Fields

Pairing: Minhyuk x reader

Genre: FLUFF !!! (Tiny angst but really not?)

Word count: 1321

A/N: My dear lovely @lovely-kpop-writer I am not deep in my Minhyuk feels.. This one was just amazing to write ! I hope you’re gonna enjoy it as much as I did !! ♥︎ (My blog is now officially more fluff than smut thanks to you and I’m far from complaining) Thanks for all the fluff and you deserve all the fluff !!!

Don’t hesitate to send me requests !! :)

I look at the man in front of me. He was wearing pink shorts a white T and my pink headband for his hair. He was sitting at our coffee table eating up his breakfast while staring at the TV. He finally looks up his chopsticks still in his mouth.

“What’s up?”

“Oh.. Nothing..” I say half angry, half sad. It was my birthday today and he hadn’t say anything about it. I mean, I know he was in the middle of a comeback, but I thought he had specifically taken the next days off for my birthday weekend. He had came home late at night and waking up to him was amazing, but still nothing about my birthday. I sigh and just sit in front of him to start eating the breakfast he had made quickly. We both watch TV in silence, even though I’m not completely focused on it. My phone then lights up and I pick it up.

From: Joohoney “Happy Birthday you beautiful tropical sun fish !!” I laugh at the weird message, little by little I get messages from the others.

From: Shownu Bear “Happy Birthday Y/N, have a good day :)”

From: Kkungkkung “Happy Bday loser, can’t believe you’re still alive.” I sigh at Changkyun’s message but still crack a smile.

From: Kihyunie “Happy Birthday !! I hope you have an amazing day today ! Have fun with Minhyuk :D” I raise an eyebrow and look at Minhyuk, his eyes still fixated on the TV. Whatever, I think to myself.

From: Cute Like a Bunny “Y/N !!!!! Happy BIRTHDAY !!!! I LOVE YOU SM HAVE AN AMAZING DAY CUTIE !!!” The text message was filled with heart emoji and gifs. I chuckle lightly at my best friend’s message and go to the next and final one from the group of boys.

From: Hyungwonah “Happy day of your birth.” Wow, he went the extra mile. I smile and read the other messages from my university friends, some high school friends and family, but… I look up, nothing from him. I squint at him and he turns to look at me with huge round eyes questioning my look.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird.”

“Nothing I said..” I hiss lightly. He sets down his chopsticks and stretches to show that he was done with his food. I set mine down too, I was really not hungry anymore.

“Anyway, what do you want to do today? Anything planned?”

“Not really.” I turn away to not look at him getting more annoyed.

“Perfect ! I needed to go to the supermarket to get some stuff. We can go together.” Was that it? Was I suppose to spend my birthday at a supermarket with my ignorant dumbass idiot looking boyfriend. He looked really dumb with my pink headband and I just wanted to snatch it from him so I could strangle him with it.

“Yeah I guess we can go together.” I stand up to go put on a comfy oversize t-shirt and some large shorts that matched with the shirt. He went and put on a simple t-shirt and some shorts that showed his beautiful tattoo. He put on some really flashy yellow socks and some white sneakers while I just settle for blue slides. I take my tote bag and my car keys, then we were out into the parking lot.

“Oh Y/N !!” I turn to him an ounce of hope in my eyes. “I completely forgot, I’m so sorry..” I smile at him.

“It’s fine Minhyuk, you’ve been busy and—“

“I completely forgot the list at home. I’ll never remember what I have to get without it, I’ll be right back.” He runs to the stairs and I slam my head onto the hood of my car.

“DAMN YOU, LEE MINHYUK !!!!”

“Are you ok Y/N?” I turn to see my neighbor.

“Ah.. Ms.Kim~ I’m doing amazing.” I flash a huge beautiful smile at her and she does the same. Mihyuk comes back running and takes the keys from my hand to sit at the driver’s sit. I sigh annoyed and just go to the passenger’s sit.

“Alright let’s go !” He starts maneuvering out of the parking garage and soon we were on the highway. I look around me, while his right hand rests on the armrest. I usually put my hand with him but this time I didn’t even want to look at him. I steal some glances and he just smiles while slightly bopping his head to the music playing. I grind my teeth a bit in annoyance and just turn off the music. “Mhh? What’s wrong Y/N?”

“Nothing, I just don’t want to listen to music right now..”

“Ok.” He just smiles a bit and doesn’t argue with me at all. Which was completely unlike Minhyuk. What was happening, is it how things just end in a couple? Minhyuk was my first boyfriend, and I had total trust in him. Plus, I always thought everything was going well, but this whole thing felt off. While I was looking at my legs not paying attention to where we were going. I look up after awhile feeling that we’ve been on the road way longer than needed to go to the supermarket. I barely recognize the view.

“Minhyuk, where are we?”

“We’re almost there.”

“Where?”

“It’s.. a new supermarket. Farmer’s market type thing.”

“It better have ramen there..” I grumble to myself. After a few minutes we finally pull into a dirt road leading to a parking lot fairly filled with people. I look around while he tries to find a parking space in the shade, there is some sort of white building that looked like an entrance to somewhere. When he finally found a spot, we both get out of the car and he comes to take my hand in his. I barely hold onto his and follow him without saying a word. We walk into the white building and he gives two tickets to a lady holding a scanner. She gives us two wrist bands and Minhyuk puts mine on. “What the..” I squint my eyes at the weird action for a farmer’s market. We walk through the white building and get out on the other side. When he opens the door, my eyes open wide and my cheeks probably redden from the view. Fields and fields of flowers of every color possible and imaginable. I gasp and put my hand in front of my mouth trying to hide my huge smile.

“Happy Birthday Y/N~ I know you’ve been dreaming about coming here, so I thought this would be the right time.”

“You..” I put my hands down and look at him with a huge smile that soon dropped. “You asshole !” I hit him a couple of times while he laughs his ass off. “I hate you ! I really thought something was wrong and we were gonna break up or something !!” I run after him while he can’t stop laughing.

“I’m sorry baby.” He stops to catch me in his arms and rest his head on top of mine. “I hope you like the surprise.” He takes my head in his large hands and smiles at me. “I would never forget your birthday. How could I forget the day, that my little sunshine baby..” He kisses my forehead. “Came to life? This day is as precious to you as it is to me. I was just messing with you.” He smiles mischievously. “It was hilarious the way you pouted the whole way here.” He laughs and takes my hand in his so we could start walking on the large paths between the fields.

“I hate you..” I push him lightly with a huge smile on my face.

“I love you too.” He takes my hand in his hand and kisses my temple lovingly. “So so much~”

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