#like actually he'd explode. inside of u .

[h20milk]

⚠️ explicit under and in the hashtags - no bobcats or peeps but still explicit regardless! ...

caleb holding ur face while you guys fuck... watching you cry... and getting turned on bc of it T_T this fucking freak.

[butterfluffy]

heard u were writing for haikyuu againnnn sooooo can i req ushiwaka as a bf?? maybe hcs or a short scenariooo

thankieeesss!! 🥰

·ू♡°.· { - as your bf ! }

content ! ౨ৎ — (HQ!!) | what would it be like having ushijima wakatoshi as your boyfriend? | hcs

pairing/s ! ౨ৎ — ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

tags/warnings ! ౨ৎ — none! just pure fluff and ushiwaka being the bestest boyfriend he could ever be. not proofread, so, typos and errors are present but i'm too lazy to deal w them... lowercase intended!

a/n ! ౨ৎ — AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH MY MANZ USHI. 😍🥰💗😍🫰😘😘😜🫰💗🤪 (i'm absolutely normal about him guys, i promise.) | requests are open!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI as your boyfriend!

okay, i won't lie nor try to defend ushijima. he's totally clueless about relationships and dating. 'cause girl, all that's in his head is... well, volleyball....

but of course, for the sake of the headcanons and our delusions, let's break down how he would be as a lover.

i feel like ushijima would be a shy (or awkward, rather) lover at first, hesitating with initiating PDA or affection in general.

will explode red and flush with his face hotter than himself when kissed all of a sudden. don't take him by surprise! it's bad for his heart that would definitely explode from beating too fast and loud in his chest!! he's shyyyyy!!!

just give him time. he'll warm up soon enough to when he's finally comfortable with holding your hands! ..without his own sweating and turning colder than ice from tension and awkwardness, that is.

“...sorry. are my hands cold and sweaty? you can just cling into my arm if it's uncomfortable to hold hands with me.”

and as said on the first bullet, he has zero clue about romancing, so, you'd be the one in charge of it; making the first move in everything.

but despite that, you can teach him how to romance! he's a rather fast learner, as long as you teach ushiwaka everything that he needs to do or what you want him to do for you.

in no time, you'll find yourself to be greeted by the man on your doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, and an invitation to go out on a date. ;)

“you mentioned that going out on dates every once in a while is important, no? so, let's go out? i also bought you flowers. your favorite.”

ushijma wakatoshi, though known to others as someone who is pretty stoic, is actually a real softie lover! w⁠(⁠°⁠ｏ⁠°⁠)⁠w

though outside, he's aloof, inside, however, is a different story. ushijima gets all clingy with you, not lasting a minute without you being in the same room as him.

“where were you? ...oh, in the bathroom? i see. i thought the monster in the closet that you claimed to see last night took you. kidding.”

LOOOOVESSS seeing you watch him play in his matches. he claims that whenever you watch him, he suddenly gets even more confident in his play. shows off a lot whenever you watch too.

“did you see me play? did you see my spike?” “yes toshi, you did great. very cool.” “*smug* i know i did great out there, because i knew you would watch.”

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR YOUR PRAISE AND VALIDATION!!!! spread the word, guys. ushijima wakatoshi loves getting praised. just love him. please. he'd melt. flushed cheeks and all that shii. though most of the time, he gets a little smug about it... don't worry, you can wipe it off with a kiss. he'll go redder than the blood that is rushing in his veins. 😜

he also becomes such a yapper as your relationship with him goes on. telling you about his day, volleyball practice, more volleyball stuff, training, etc.

he won't shut up, ong. 'cuz he's an awkward weirdo who may be on the, erm, spectrum and won't shut up about his hyperfixations. ehem, volleyball.

even though he's a yapper, he's also a listener! 10/10 would listen to you talk the whole day because he loves it when you yap to him. actively listens, reacting to your words here and there and giving his thoughts on them, yadayadayada. yapper x yapper, guys???

regarding the relationship, however, ushijima is a very private person. only a few knows that he's dating someone already, as he doesn't actively tell people that “oh, i'm in a relationship.”

i feel like he'd only reveal that he's in a relationship when asked... so, his mother found out that he's finally dating like, almost a year into the relationship. 'cuz he never mentioned it. and when his mother pointed that out, he retorted with, “you never asked?? 🫤🤨”

additionally, he strays away from social media. so, people really wouldn't know unless they ask. they'd just be shock to see a ring on ushiwaka's finger one day lmao.

^^no posts on his socmed accounts at all. faceless and full government name on his account and with less than 50 friends. only has social media accounts for the sole purpose of messaging and liking your posts.

still, he's updated with the latest trends and news, if you update him, that is. ushi will also participate in doing the trends with you. a lil' stiff though, but he's trying, yeah. no complaints at all.

“huh? i... i don't understand. what is ‘throw it back’ and how do i do it?”

ANYWAY, ushijima isn't really one to do endearments. be calls you by your name or a nickname he came up with. sometimes, you'll hear him call you “love” or “babe”.

there are also times that he gets insecure all of a sudden and begins to question if he's doing a good job on being your lover. would slightly panic if he feels that he's not doing enough. please assure him that he's doing amazing. 😞

during arguments, he talks things through. does not dare raise his voice. well—there are times that his voice gets a little loud, but he feels absolutely guilty and shitty after, so he apologizes.

and yes, he apologizes first, and even though you are the one at fault. doesn't like getting on a fight with you, so... 🤷‍♀️ but he does try to make you realize your mistake and hope to not start another argument while doing so. he'd get upset if that happens.

when upset, wakatoshi does not stay out of your sight, but, he's there. in the corner, sulking like a child in silence, looking at you with longing in his eyes, waiting for you to either woo him or for himself to not handle it anymore and apologize then cling to you once more.

doesn't say ‘i love you’ much. but he'll reciprocate each and every ‘i love you’ that you tell him! on rare occasions, he's the one saying ily first, especially when he feels that he's not saying the words much.

“baby?” “yes, wakatoshi?” “i love you.”

K BYE THAT'S ALL, I DON'T WANT THIS TO GO ON UNTIL 100 BULLETS, Y'ALL MIGHT SEE THROUGH HOW MUCH I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN. 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨

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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 5

pt 4 here

content: stalking (duhh) Choso goes home for Christmas, calls u nd texts u the whole time, brief mention of his brothers, mentions of readers lipstick n perfume, no use of y/n or pronouns, cursing (a.n) ahhhhh this one is one of my favorites. made me smile a lot. wrote this listening to 'Sextape- Deftones'

Taglist : @brokenscaredakira @adanfore @emojk777 @waytootiredforthisss @denypipa @broccocrab @sunaumei @morinuu @just-pure-trash @iluvreinah @integers @ziklope @killakungfu-wolfbitch @1arminsimp

Obsessive!Choso who actually enjoyed coming to class, now that you sit next to him. Enjoying it so much that he felt like his grades were somewhat getting better. Now that he actually had to show that he was writing down notes. Having to actually follow the presentations from the professor on his computer, knowing that you were sitting inches away from him. When you sat so far away- he didn't have to worry about taking notes, or even bother opening his computer- because you couldn't see him. ‘You are good for me. You make me want to better myself for you.’ he'd think, looking over at you writing on your computer. 

Obsessive!Choso who had anxiety that once this project was over- you'd run back to the same friends that will never make you smile the way he does. The people who peer pressured you into drinking and doing drugs- just because you wanted to fit in. ‘You'd never have to worry about that with me. I will never pressure you into doing something you don't want to do.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was scared that once the excuse of being partners for this class was no longer usable. You'd leave him, you'd find someone else to entertain your afternoons, someone who will replace him. So scared that he’d grovel to the professor, asking for an extension. Telling you, “Somethings missing- I'll let you know once I've finished my part.” when you'd ask him if he was finished with it yet. Knowing he did that summary days ago, only having it on another doc so you wouldn't see that he finished it.

Obsessive!Choso who spent the last few classes he had left with you on the verge of tears. His heart was heavy in his chest, pocketing all the notes you had exchanged with him. Running out of space to put them, finding an old converse box and placing them inside. Using so much tape too quickly, trying his best to preserve the pieces of paper. Nights where he'd re-read them, feeling guilt for leaving you. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his brain was going to explode, the anxiety of turning in the assignment was too much. Knowing he would have to turn it in before winter break- right before he left you. ‘I want to trust you,’ he thought, your name in his mind as though he was speaking to you. ‘I really do. But it's not that I don't fully trust you. I don't trust the people you’ll be left with. The people without families- like you. Who will prey on you. Who will make you think they're just like you. But they're not, they're just trying to manipulate you-’ You scanned his face, knowing he was thinking of something else while you were talking. “You okay?” You asked, seeing him shake his thoughts away before answering, “Just thinking.” he replied, a pained smile on his face. “About?” You asked, wondering what he could be thinking that was so serious that his face looked almost agonized, while you spoke.

Obsessive!Choso who contemplated lying, but the need to tell the truth was far greater. “I keep thinking about you all alone here. Alone during Christmas.” He confessed, seeing you sigh. “I like being alone. I'll be okay, don't worry.” You assured, almost reaching for his hand to comfort him- but you knew that was too far, and definitely too soon. You didn't want to invade his personal space. Seeing him only return a forced smile to you, knowing he wasn't fully convinced of the idea from his silence. Seeing an opportunity to lift up the mood, you let out a laugh. “I'll call you everyday- Send you pictures every 5 minutes.” You joked, earning a smile from him. “So many pictures that you'll feel like you're still here.” you smiled, seeing him nod his head while smiling. 

Obsessive!Choso who wished you knew how badly he wanted you to actually do those things. Liking the way you tried to ease his worries. Pushing away the anxiety so he could relish the last few times he'd be able to see you. 

Obsessive!Choso who's following habit became worse. Now standing outside your house for what felt like hours. Watching the four walls that kept you from him in the cold wind, standing still when it rained. Even when it started snowing for the first time that season. ‘We’re together for the first snowfall. You know what that means right? True love will blossom between us.’ Seeing you through the curtainless window, watching you close a thin curtain- as though you felt him watching you. Now only letting him see your shadow. Smile on his face when you'd call him- your tone made it clear that you were grinning ear to ear the whole time, oblivious to the fact that he was just a few yards away from you. Seeing you pace in front of the window as he spoke to you. ‘I know you want me to make a move. But I’ll wait. I will wait till the moment you feel the same way I do.’ He'd think, listening to you speak. 

Obsessive!Choso who thanked whatever celestial being that was out there, for making the lights on the sidewalk go out. Watching your house without fear of someone seeing him. ‘For now-I will love you from a distance,’ he professed, a grin on his face when he thought of your name. ‘I will wait for you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who turned in the assignment a day before he left. He was pushing it- but he did it for a reason. He did it for you, to make sure you wouldn't give up on him.

Obsessive!Choso who was about to leave- but he needed to see you, just one more time. Walking around campus trying to find you. Checking his phone seeing his plane was leaving in an hour and a half. Seeing you inside the campus cafe- book in your hand. Break had already started, the campus was almost empty, but seeing you doing what you told him you'd do. Catching up on the books you started, but never finished. ‘Even if you didn't know I was looking at you- you look effortless.’ he thought, walking towards the doors of the shop. 

Obsessive!Choso who opens the door and sees you look up at him. Smiling and mouthing a ‘hi’ at him. Walking to the small table you sat at. Not knowing what to say, shaking his head, seeing your face turn in confusion. He was just standing there- not pulling out the chair to sit. “I was- I was about to leave.” He smiled, pulling the chair across from you, rings clashing against the wooden back.

Obsessive!Choso who sat down and seemed fidgety, compared to the chivalric aura he usually kept. “And you decided you needed one last shitty coffee before leaving. Smart.” You smiled, joking in hopes he'd loosen up a little. “No-” he smiled, softening his expression. Seeing you place your book down, making sure to remember the title. He wanted to say a million things, tell you how he needed to see you. He needed to say goodbye. As though he was your friend of 10 years leaving to fight in a war, feeling like if he left you; he would never see you again. “I wanted-” He started, closing his eyes and fidgeting with his hands. “I wanted to say ‘goodbye’ to you, before I left.” Seeing you fight off a smile, your eyes blinking rapidly at his words. “That's sweet of you.” You smiled, tilting your head and seeing him look up. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt his cheeks warm at your words. “What time’s your flight?” You asked, picking up your coffee and taking a sip. “In an hour.” He exhaled, seeing you widen your eyes. “What are you still doing here? You're going to be late!” you exclaimed with a smile. ‘I know, I know. I still have to go get my bags, and call an uber to take me across town.’ He thought, hearing you say the same things he was thinking, calling your name in his mind, ‘But I don't care. I will buy another one, I will spend another fortune on a useless ticket home. I needed to see you.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was practically pushed out the doors of the shop, standing in front of him with a look on your face as though you were waiting for something. “I'll call you.” You mumbled, looking into his eyes for the very first time. “I’ll answer.” He replied, hesitating to take a step back before walking away, looking back and seeing you wave goodbye at him through the windows. Closing his eyes, feeling his feet want to turn around, looking back once more. Already sitting back in the chair you were in when he first walked in. ‘Wait for me.’ he thought, speed walking back to his apartment.

Obsessive!Choso ran through the airport, being 15 minutes late- but he made it. Standing in the line to board the plane, looking over to a small gift shop. Seeing the cover of the book you were reading- running over and buying it as the line moved. Almost 30 dollars, but fuck. You were worth it.

Obsessive!Choso who got home to his brothers, he was happy to see them but something was missing. You were missing, spending the first night in his bed picturing you here with him. Being nice to his brothers, joking with them. Waiting for you to call him, or text him. But radio silence. Nothing. It made his head hurt, trying to fight off the thoughts of you being kidnapped. With his luck, the first night he was away from you, you probably would. Knowing how careless you were while walking home, how you didn't take any safety measures like carrying pepper spray or making sure to not take the same route home. ‘I will always make sure you're safe. Make sure you have black out curtains, make sure you don't have to walk home alone.’ Hands behind his head while looking up to the ceiling. ‘And as much as you'd fight me on this- make sure you won't walk around with your earphones in.’ The chances of someone coming up behind you and pressing a chloroform rag to your face were too great. Choso was sure that once he could, he would instill that fear into your head. The fear of someone hurting you, of how dangerous it was being so careless nowadays. The fear of someone taking you away from him.

Obsessive!Choso who opened instagram, clicking your account. His heart shattered. You had privated your account. Almost as though you heard his thoughts of how reckless you were about your privacy. Holding his phone in his hands, staring down at the screen with a mournful look plastered to it. Seeing a notification pop up at the top of his screen, from you. ‘You know me. You know me so well- you know exactly when I need you.’

Obsessive!Choso who screenshotted the notification, opening it and seeing you sent him a photo. Of you with a plate of food in your hand, furrowing your eyebrows playfully. ‘u home yet ?’ he read, closing his eyes and almost reciting a prayer in thanks. Seeing you in a black tank top with his favorite band printed onto it. The first photo you had ever sent him- a photo that only he had. That you took specifically for him. ‘You'd never send this to one of your friends. You showing me your shirt proves it.’ Saving the photo and typing, ‘since like 9pm’ quickly going to his settings and changing his wallpaper to the photo you just sent him. ‘why didnt u tell meeee’ you replied. You didn't give him a whole lot of time to reply before you called him, scolding him playfully. “You didn't want me to call you did you?” you asked, sarcasm making Choso smile. “I know it's late over there- I thought you were asleep.” He replied, doing the same thing he's done every time he's been on the phone with you. Picturing you standing in the same place you were when you took the photo. 

Obsessive!Choso who asked you what you were eating, “Leftover mac n cheese my roommate left.” you replied, almost disappointed with your own answer. ‘Cruel. How cruel of them to leave you with their leftovers. I will always make sure you eat a decent meal- that's right,’ he thought, saying your name. ‘I cook too. Just for you.’ He thought, hearing you let out a laugh when he asked, “Really?” in disappointment. “It was that or frozen pizza that's been there since I moved in.” You smiled. Your cheeks feeling fuzzy at his concern, “How's the reading going?” he asked, trying to ignore the sound of a glass breaking coming from the kitchen. “Meh, boring- the main character in this one I'm reading is annoying.” You shrugged, “As a matter of fact lemme read you one of the stupidest things he's said-” You smiled, opening the book and flipping the pages. “So, anyway, there I go again. Straying away from the point. Where was I?- like who published this? Makes me upset just thinking about how this guy is real.” you spoke, tossing it onto the counter and sighing. “The whole book is like that- it’s all just a mans troubles with women and enjoying hurting them- s’fucking stupid.” You heard him let out a stifled laugh, “It's not funny-” You smiled, hearing him keep laughing, “First book I want to finish and it's bullshit.” you exclaimed, hearing him settle down. “What book is it?” He asked, trying to stop his laugh. ‘I know what book it is. It's the same one you were reading in the cafe. The same one I started reading on the flight.’

Obsessive!Choso who smiled when you said the title. Closing his eyes in triumph. “Why did you get so far reading it?” he asked, knowing that the first page was shocking enough. “I thought- it was a book of someone who gets their karma back- becomes a better person- blah blah blah. But nope, apparently there's 2 more books. Of the same man, with the same troubles.” You replied, taking a bite from your plate and leaning against the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows when you fully processed his question. “How'd you know I was so far into reading it?” you asked, your tone indicated it wasn't a serious question. But it made Choso’s heart drop. “I saw how little pages you had left at the cafe.” He lied. Knowing he had read that page in the book earlier. Not fully read- more skimmed the pages.

Obsessive!Choso who felt relief when he heard you inhale. “I didn't know you noticed such small details like that.” You commented, holding the phone with your shoulder as you took another bite. Choso hummed at your response, “Anyway- don't talk to me about that book.” You grinned, hearing Choso exhale with a smile. You were about to ask him how his brothers were, starting the sentence but hearing a door slam open. “Choso- Yuuji broke moms vase!” You heard a teasing tone through the phone, “I did not!” you heard bickering, Choso mumbled a quick, “I gotta go-” placing his phone on his desk, not hanging up. Hearing Choso scold his younger brother before ending the call. Smiling at how much his tone changed when speaking to his brothers- more authoritative and demanding.

Obsessive!Choso who felt horrible for hanging up the way he did, thinking of how disrespectful it was. The argument that sparked between his brothers ran long, all of them blaming each other for breaking this vase. Which, according to Choso, was priceless. Texting you a quick, ‘sorry i didnt call u back, they just settled down.’ Seeing the message go from delivered to seen. ‘You were waiting for me?’

Obsessive!Choso whose heart felt tight when he read your reply. ‘was just abt to go to bed’ his fingers typing quickly, ‘im sorry, i'll text you in the morning?’ seeing the typing bubble pop up the minute he pressed send. ‘kk talk to u tmmrw. goodnightttt :)’ he smiled at your reply, ‘goodnight :]’ he replied, wanting to send you a <3 heart but he restrained himself.

Obsessive!Choso who texted you every morning, making you smile at his sweet ‘good morning’ texts. Knowing he'd be busy with his brothers so you didn't call him, but your phone was stuck onto your hand, replying to his texts at lightning speed. ‘call me when ur not busy okay?’ you'd ask, making Choso giggle like those words were some kind of great attempt at flirting. And he would- he'd try to. Somehow always being interrupted by his brothers- remembering why he chose a college so far away. But the 2 am calls when he'd hear your voice, quiet and sleepy. They were worth it. Knowing you'd keep yourself awake just to talk to him. The constant pinging from his phone and Choso leaving the room to call you made his brothers suspicious. Even more so when one of them caught a glimpse at his wallpaper, seeing a photo of you- taking his phone and passing it around. Teasing him and asking if he finally found a partner. 

Obsessive!Choso who died of embarrassment when he was talking to you on the phone, one of his brothers knocked loudly at his door. Jumping when he heard the youngest pound at the locked door. “Choso! Open up-” he shouted, twisting the doorknob as he heard you laugh. “Are you talking to your lover?!” he teased through the door, only earning you to laugh louder. Saying ‘Hold on’ Before muting the call, standing up and opening the door to see them huddled to hear what he was saying. A dark aura around him when he saw them, “What is wrong with you.” He stated, rather than asked, seeing them look up at him. “I needed 20 bucks…?” the youngest asked, Choso reaching into his pocket and tossing the money at him. Closing the door and locking it again. Coming back to the phone and pressing the unmute button. 

Obsessive!Choso mumbled, “Sorry.” hoping you didn't hear what just happened. Closing his eyes as you let out a small laugh, “Am i crazy or did your brother just call me your ‘lover’?” you asked, a smile evident in your tone. “You heard that?” he grimaced, hearing you laugh. “Yes. Yes, I did.” You answered, “What are you telling your brothers that they think I'm your ‘lover’, Choso?” You teased, hearing him exhale with a smile. ‘You're teasing me? Bad. This is bad.’ he thought, making his heart beat quickly in a good way, and in a bad way. Knowing that he would have to fight off your attempts at flirting with a stick. ‘So very tempting. Too tempting. But it's too soon. I want us to be good friends before I call you mine. But I am already yours. You don't have to worry about that.’

Obsessive!Choso who shut his eyes tightly, instantly regretting the words that came out of his mouth. “I haven't said a thing, but they noticed the texting. And the secret phone calls.” The silence showed him the disappointment you felt. Knowing you wanted to hear how he told them all about you. “Oh! Well I mean anyone would be suspicious of that!” you exclaimed, it got awkward. You felt embarrassed. Thinking that the attempt to make a move flew over his head, or he didn't feel the same. But all the signs? All the longing looks, all the subtle comments he’d say that made you realize he paid more attention to your words than you thought. To your actions, his eyes scan your face when you’d change the color of your lipstick, or when you'd wear a different perfume. Face full of confusion till he noticed what was different- you thought he was into you. ‘Maybe he is- and he just sucks at seeing when someone is flirting with him.’ You'd assure yourself.

Obsessive!Choso who kept saving the pictures you sent him. Of your coffee, of your poetry, of your outfits for the day, sending him a photo of the snow. Pictures of anything you could find, Choso would always smile at them. The ability of scrolling through your instagram wasn't sorely missed. Now being able to see photos of you that you took just for him. And saving every single one. Smile on your lips whenever you'd see he ‘loved an image’ before replying to your messages. 

Obsessive!Choso who was on his phone, refreshing your instagram page over and over again. Switching to his personal account, an account he made in highschool. Not even posted anything, less than 100 followers. Seeing a small red circle at the top right corner. Someone requested to follow him. Opening the notification and seeing you. Slack jawed when he saw the sight. Screenshotting quickly and accepting it. Requesting you back, seeing an incoming call flash onto the screen. “Hey.” he smiled at your words, gulping his excitement. “I was hoping you'd answer.” You continued, ‘God, you are everything to me.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso who felt like you were finally letting him in. “I know I told you I didn't really like social media.” You started, ‘Yes. Tell me the truth.’ he thought, picturing you in your bedroom, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “I lied a little- I just post a lot of bullshit, nd i was embarrassed you'd see that and think ‘Jesus this person is so annoyinnggg’ that's why!” You laughed, making Choso smile. “Well let me see-” he said, putting the phone on speaker and scrolling through your account, like he craved doing for the past few days. Making approving sounds as you told him to look away. 

Obsessive!Choso who called your name, grinning ear to ear, “Yes Choso?” You replied, mimicking the serious tone he called your name in. He felt it again, he felt his mouth speak before his brain could catch up. “Don’t ever worry about me finding you annoying, ever. Okay?” opening his eyes in shock at his own words. Only making you mute yourself to let out an over excited laugh, cheeks in pain from how hard you were smiling. Unmuting yourself and having the courage to say something. “Promise?” You let out, fiddling with the drawstring of your hoodie. “I promise.” He replied, making you exhale harshly. “I want to punch you in the face.” You laughed, making him laugh through his nose. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, knowing the answer. “No. You didn't, and that's why!” You exclaimed. Rolling to lay on your stomach, shoving your face into your pillows. 

Obsessive!Choso knew that his attempts at brushing off your flirting weren't doing anything. He knew that the harder he'd try, the harder it would be to not flirt back. 

Obsessive!Choso who answered your request for a facetime, doing his hair in the bathroom. Seeing you pop up on his phone. “Heyyy” You started, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw him getting ready, “Woahhh, you got a date?” You smiled, seeing him look at you with a grimace. ‘Jealousy. Don't be possessive, I would never commit adultery. I only have eyes for you.’ he thought, scrambling with his hands before answering, “I have family photos with my brothers today. Thus-” He looked at the camera, his hands pointing to the ugly christmas sweater he was wearing. “This monstrosity.” He finished, making you laugh. Taking 3 pictures of him to tease him, but it didn't work. ‘You want pictures of me? Do you use them as your wallpaper too?’ He only smiled at the sudden flashes of white from his phone. “Send me pictures of the photos. I need to see the Kamo family in matching sweaters.” You smiled, picturing them all in the awkward style that was used in the 90’s. He squinted his eyes, already picturing your reaction when you'd see the photos. “I’ll think about it.” sarcasm filled his tone as he fought off a smile. 

Obsessive!Choso who put on his jewelry, all while you were propped up and watching him. “When do you get back again?” You asked, seeing him look at you whilst fixing his rings. “I was planning on getting back on the 6th of January. But I was thinking-” He smiled, “Of coming back on the 29th.” Picking up his phone and seeing you smile. “Good idea. Its been fucking boring out here. I forgot how many unstimulating people there were at this school.” You exhaled. ‘Say you miss me. Say it.’  

Obsessive!Choso who saw you post a photo of a book earlier. “And the reading?” he asked, putting his shoes on. “It's a little better- I picked up Gone Girl.” you exhaled, “Good choice.” He grinned, seeing you exasperate. “Controversial- I know, but I kinda see myself in the main character?” You confessed, making a chill run down his spine. “Not the whole- murdering and framing someone for crimes-” you laughed, hearing his silence. “I mean in the way she thinks, the way she connects things. It's intriguing.” You clarified. Making him smile, “It was a very good book. The movie too.” He smiled, picturing you being as insane as the main character, “God I loved the movie.” You trailed off. ‘This was fate. Are you telling me you feel the same way I do? In your own way- but still.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who saw you started posting two plates on a table in a restaurant. Wondering who you could be with. ‘All your friends are out of town, roommates too. Who are you with?’ wanting to ask you, but that wasn't his place. Not just yet. But that didn't stop him from scouring your following list, going through your tags. Trying to find who this person you were with was. But not even a hint was dropped.

Obsessive!Choso who sent you the photos of his family, as awkward as you pictured them. Noticing there weren't any parents, just him and his younger brothers. Calling him immediately and laughing, “Choso- you all look adorable.” You laughed, making him blush. “This is my new laptop wallpaper, I love these pictures.” You smiled, “Nope, that's not necessary.” Choso smiled, his tone full of embarrassment., But also feeling his chest warm. ‘Making me your screensaver, and telling me you love the pictures I'm in? Can we get married already?’

Obsessive!Choso who received a picture of your laptop, you acted on your words. The photo was your screensaver, not just on your computer- but on your phone as well. Your attempts to tease him only made him think that you love him as much as he did. And that's all you did, feed into his delusions and only fuel the fire that was burning inside of him since the first day he saw you. You felt like this break with him being gone was necessary. Necessary to step back and see how you really feel for him. Remembering you've only been friends with him for- if you were being generous, was a month and a half. True, you found him intriguing before you became friends. But you didn't want to risk it. Ruin a friendship with someone like him. Slowly reeling in the line you had thrown at him, becoming open to the idea of him being just a friend. 

Obsessive!Choso was on the flight home, a week earlier than he had planned- but Christmas was over. And he didn't want to be away from you any longer. Leaving his bags at his apartment before walking onto campus, small piles of snow around the doors of the coffee shop. realizing how much it really snowed. Reaching his hand for the door knob but pulling away when he hears his name being called. Turning around to see you, speed walking to him. The big coat you wore made you look like a walking marshmallow. Smiling when he saw your face, thinking of how much he longed to see you. The pixelated facetimes and photos you sent him not coming close to showing how beautiful you looked face to face. 

Obsessive!Choso who blinked and somehow opened his eyes to see the top of your head, your cheek pressed to his chest. Your arms around him, hands hesitating to hug you back at the shock. Feeling his hands rest on your puffy jacket, almost nervous to touch you. Nestling your face to his chest and murmuring “Missed you.” Pulling away and looking up at him with a smile, cold weather making his nose pinkish. “I missed you too.” He smiled, almost gulping for breath. Seeing you take a step back, smile on your face. Opening your mouth to say something, “There you are, I was wondering where you ran off to.” you were interrupted. A man coming up behind you, hand on your waist- almost pulling you away from Choso. Watching you lean into his touch- 'Um?' calling your name in his head, almost in anger. ‘Who the fuck is this?’ Seeing you smile while looking over at him. 

Obsessive!Choso who hid his irritation well, jaw clenched and eyebrows threatening to furrow. Seeing you scramble for words, “How rude of me- This is my good friend Choso I was telling you about.” You smiled, looking at the man who looked Choso up and down. Just with that, Choso knew this guy was using you. Just by looking at him. ‘I didn't know you were into pretty boys, older too.’ he thought, watching your eyes sparkle when you looked over at him. “And this- This is my… friend, Theo.” You beamed. ‘You didn't wait for me. But you also didn't give up on me completely. The hesitation at calling him your 'friend' tells me that.’ silence filling the air as you smiled, waiting for them to greet each other. “We were about to go to dinner, do you want to join us, Choso?” You asked. Seeing your 'friend' look over to you with a certain look on his face you only see in men who were expecting something more from a person. Sickeningly sweet smile on Choso's face when he heard 'Theo' speak, “He just got off a flight babe-” He started. ‘Babe. Babe? What an uncreative and unimaginative thing to call you, no wonder you invited me. He must not make you laugh, but that's what I'm here for. I'm here to make you see that this 'Theo' is nothing but a place holder. A place holder for me.'

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pt 6 here

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IM SORRY I ADDED ANOTHER MAN BUT PLS BE PATIENT I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS.......I wrote this today and was blushing and kicking my feet the whole time. Started at 12 pm, and finished at 3 am. I love doing this. alr writing the next part hehe

[egg-witch]

As usual I am thinking too hard about the biology of fictional characters so. Thoughts I am compelled to share about Boothill below

Canonically he has synthetic, blue blood. This would cause his skin tone to seem quite strange and greyish. Extra so if he's as pale as he is in-game but this would still be apparent with most darker skin tones as well. Man's gonna be looking a bit like a zombie

The intent here is debatable but I also choose to interpret that same line to mean that he does *not* have a synthetic heart - the original's still in there, just running on new juice

Related to this and also the fact he can seemingly have a bullet explode in his mouth without serious repercussions I am going to assume that his skull and whatever else would be left of his skeleton have been enhanced or replaced (having human bone marrow in there making new blood cells would likely mess with things if they replaced that whole system)

This is very funny to me because it seemingly means instead of just putting his brain inside a whole synthetic body the doctor went to the trouble to keep his original face, despite replacing/augmenting his teeth, eyes, tongue and, one can extrapolate, his entire damn skull. He was ready to give up everything except his pretty complexion I guess...

(Unless his face *is* synthetic and intellitrons just have no desire for a realistic human face with the capacity to emote? The rest of boothill's body seems flexible in a way that would suggest a good synthetic equivalent to human skin, so... it's plausible)

Speaking of, I really do not subscribe to the idea that he can't feel anything from the neck down. Do you know how hard it'd be to do anything as a human with a meat brain (or even as a robot for that matter) without any haptic feedback? If they have the technology to make him a whole new body that has equal or better mobility and general function than the old one then they can make it feel things, I promise. Probably not in all the same ways human flesh can feel things, especially if a lot of it is rigid plating, but it'd still be conductive to heat and electricity at least

I know the reason his model is that way is bc it's just a different texture on the same default character model, hence it bending and stretching like a soft body - building, rigging and animating a humanoid body that truly moves like a rigid machine would be an absurd amount of work and also limit the visual design, his canon design straight up would not be able to move or work if all those parts really were rigid no matter how you approached it lol. but it is very hot and looks cool which is what really matters. so I've settled on most of the "plating" being tough but still somewhat flexible, not actually metal but an advanced synthetic material of some sort. and then material more like an artificial skin between joints and in the parts that need extra stretch and flexibility. he's harder (and heavier) than a human but he's not a tin can

Based on screwllum's dialogue that he can and does eat regular food (but the phrasing implies that he could also eat other stuff? And there's that exchange from one of the light cones where ruan mei makes a joke about him having to drink machine oil) and the implication that the doctor who gave boothill his new body was an intellitron, I think boothill must have something similar - he can still eat normal food but also process other things. Idk if the fuel hatch on his back is a redundancy then or what. Could just be that nobody anticipated he'd think gasoline tastes good lmao

(side note while it's kinda implied in game that his weird tastes are a result of an augmented mouth and tongue I like to think he was always like that. He was eating rocks out of the garden as a kid and licking rusty old coins and stuff u can't convince me otherwise)

(also this is getting off track but this guy clearly has some kinda fixation on like. machinery. I think even though he did it for unrelated reasons he thinks his cyborg body is very hot and probably also has a little bit of a thing for intellitrons ngl. which is interesting given his history and the associations one would first assume he'd have with that kind of technology and aesthetic, but. can't fault a guy for knowing what he's into)

Whoops this got super long

Stay tuned for the sequel, "KC analyses boothill's personality way too seriously"

[osachiyo]

CHIYO HI I JUST READ UR LATEST DAZAI FIC AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY.

"shh, you have to be patient, sweetheart,” — when dazai said this i actually died in his arms bc HE WOULD SAY THAT. i swear it's canon this man is into dragging out everything for so long that sex with him is just hours of him edging you. i would know

"a strained laugh left him, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his restraint" — AND IMAGINE HIM STRUGGLING TO KEEP HIS COMPOSURE AS HE'S TEASING YOU. *drops mic*

“oh, my pillow princess wants to be an impatient brat now? hmm.. fine then, no more playing nice" — i will jump off a roof bc dazai x bratty!reader is the best pairing on earth and u captured it perfectly AAHHHGGHHhhhh. i can imagine dazai smirking as he says this omg

"almost slipping in before he cruelly pulled back, and repeating the action" — ok so i forgot where i read it but there was this one headcanon that dazai has insane self-control and can edge u for hoursss even if it means delaying his own pleasure AND STOP BC WHY IS THAT SO HOT

"he'd do this thing where he'd fuck your thighs, thrusting his cock between them until he's on the brink of cumming— before pushing only the leaky tip past the tight ring of your cunt and shooting his load inside" — messy sex with dazai messy sex with dazai messy sex with dazai

"you felt like you were going insane— the torturous feeling of having your orgasm ripped away from you had you sobbing, begging dazai to just fuck you— let you cum. but of course, he didn't listen— only chuckling mischievously before grinning at you, reminding you that you brought this upon yourself" — this entire paragraph reminded me that dazai's so.. so... yknow (i forgot what word i was looking for) and oh mygod i hate this man but i also can't live without him AND HE'S SO IN CHARACTER AGH

"oh— fuck, how're you s-still so damn tight—" — u r driving me crazy bc i will think about the dialogue in this fic for ten million years. i will be on my deathbed (with dazai) and our kids will wait eagerly for my last words and i will say "go.. go read tumblr user sachiyoh's dazai fic.. go, my children.." and then one of them will pull the plug on us. anyways

"but he had to make you cum first, you earned it, after all." — DAZAI REWARDING US WE WON WE WON

and then zzz we fall asleep but no i stay up and think about this fic forever and ever. anyways

PLSSS SABS TJIS IS THE NICEST THING I'VE RECEIVED EVER 🥹 so glad u like it !! the fact that you quoted some of the parts WITH feedback is just— *explodes*

[cartmankisser]

hey jennie can i req the main 4 and the exact moment they realized they were in love with reader? :) i hope u're doing well and taking care of yourself

of course of course!! also thank u so much!!

reblogs > likes

for eric, his love for you would be a buildup of something so small that he didn't even notice the pressure growing inside until he feels like hes gonna explode!!!

it would probably be the way your shoulders touch every time you two sit with eachother. such a subtle and innocent touch!! but when he caught himself making excuses to sit close to you, he realized his motives were more than you just smelling good or keeping him warm

kyle would notice his feelings pretty early on, but he'd always brush them off as something smaller than they actually are

he'd probably realize when he couldnt stop thinking about the way you smiled at him earlier that day. your warm grin,,, the care in your eyes,, your soft plump lips,,, and oh god... maybe his "friendly" praises he gives you in his head arent platonic as he plays them off to be

stan knew he felt something for you the second he made eye contact with you. it was a heavy warmth in his chest, making it harder for him to breath

it started in the depth of his heart and spread throughout his entire chest with every pump of blood of blood. it traveled lower and captured the butterflies in his tummy into a ball of warmth and love,,,, and the butterflies traveled up and up,,, higher and higher inside him untill,,,, ew gross stan!!!!!!!!

kenny would know you're the one when he finds out you went out of your way to help him!! even for something small!

just the fact that you thought about him makes him feel all soft and fluffy inside!! but the fact you did it to help him out?? omg. it really shows that you care about him!!! and the feeling he gets in his.... heart..... when he realizes this is anything but platonic

[kinkymarkie]

pain addict ; na jaemin x fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, one shot.

word count: 2,6k

warnings: really toxic, alcohol, swearing, jealousy, angry sex, agressive jaemin, name calling (whore, slut...), spitting, hair pulling, oral ( m receiving), face slapping, crying, choking, mentions of throwing up, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, no happy ending sorry :((

a/n: is not as dark as the tags make it seem, enjoy ^^

>:( jaemin : haechan's throwing a party tonight , u comin?

___: yeah

>:( jaemin : nice, see you there ig

you threw your phone to your bed leaving jaemin on read of course, you needed to act cold, you were not going to show jaemin how much you actually wanted to see him at that party that's not how it works. jaemin is a toy for you as much as you are a toy for him. that's how your relationship works. it sucks, it hurts, but neither of you were going to change that, you loved the pain, you were addicted to that pain.

you put on your sluttiest clothes, eyes on you immediately as you entered haechan's house that was already a mess.

"heeey ___ you look so good, damn! " you heard a voice coming from your side, recognizing jeno right away, you could call him a buddy, and one of jaemin's friends.

he pulled you by his arm on your shoulders, he was drunk for sure letting out his clingy self. You laughed and smiled greeting him too.

"come drink with us" you tensed a bit at those words, us meant his friends, his friends meant jaemin. but the thought of jaemin seeing you appear right under his friend's arm, that got you excited, but deep inside you, you wanted to be under jaemin's arm like that, you wanted him to greet you the way jeno did, you wanted him more than anyone, you didn't do anything for jeno to be that nice to you, why jaemin couldn't do that? why is he that much of an asshole?, oh but you loved the asshole, you loved the pain of being ignored by him, but you knew the way to get his attention , and it hurted him like shit but he was addicted too.

you cleared your thoughts and looked directly into jeno's eyes "yes please, I'm thirsty as fuck" you said seductively licking your lips, jeno smiled at that letting a tiny gasp escape his lips, you knew exactly what you were doing, you didn't want him, he was just the trap jaemin was meant to fall in.

the boy guided you to a table where his other friends were, you noticed jaemin wasn't there, a little presure getting off your chest, you relaxed into jeno's arm leaning into him a little bit, greeting the other guys and starting drinking.

The night was quite fun, drink after drink, you were just the right amount of drunk , able to think straight but feeling really hot and carefree dancing to the really loud music, your body pressed to jeno's, his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you just thought about jaemin seeing you like this, shamelessly dancing with one of his friend, oh god he'd be so pissed at you, that simple thought made your core itch, the power that man holded on you without even being there was impressive. and as if you summoned him, you crossed glances with the guy of your fantasies, that actually were going to become real.

you smiled looking directly into jaemin's eyes which squinted at the sigh of the scene, his jaw and fists clenched all his body tensed up feeling the anger fill his veins seeing your ass grind against his fucking friend crotch.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't avoiding you all night, he would look for you when he was drunk enough, and he wouldn't be surprised at the sight of you grinding to another man (not that he likes it), after all this was the stupid and shitty game you both played, but you decided to cross the line and go for one of his friends, damn he was so angry he could explode.

you loved seeing the jealousy in his eyes even though you knew that it hurted like a stab right into his stomach but you did it anyway.

he loves the pain and lets you do it anyway.

jaemin bit the insides of his mouth making a motion with his head for you to follow him, maybe in other situation you wouldn't obey, ignoring him, dancing with someone as if he wasn't there, he'd loss his patience and would grab you roughly by the arm dragging you out there by himself. but today you felt the need to be a little nicer to him, maybe because you already did the worst, getting with one of his friends, so you better be good for him if you don't wanna die tonight.

you turned back facing jeno excusing yourself, and taking his hands off your waist, leaving the guy standing there all confused.

you approached jaemin with that inocent face of yours, he hated that, because you were nothing but guilty.

his expression was filled with anger and you were a sucker for that, so turned on by angry jaemin, you couldn't wait for him to fuck that anger into you and leave you a babbling mess.

you had that mischievous look on your face, that he hates as much as it turns him on.

you hugged him taking your time to touch his chest and shoulders, "jaemin feels really good" you thought, the drunkness making you feel a bit soft and clingy, caressing him way to much for your like, and for his too. as much as he wanted he shouldn't enjoy your strokes that's not what this was about, it annoyed him "second floor bathroom, now" he whispered loud enough with any stuter into your ear making clear the order for you, he pushed you so he'd be out of your embrace making you stumble a bit on your feet by the sudden action, you laughed to yourself watching jaemin head to the second floor, making your way there too,

he slammed the door letting you both inside, you jumped a bit at the loud noise watching jaemin lock the door and turn around to you.

"you know exactly what you did" he looked at you furrowing his eyebrows together approaching you and taking you by your chin

"you know how i was going to get when i saw it and you did it anyway" jaemin was so fucking hurt this time, he'll make you pay, he'll hurt you too even if he knew you would love it, he needed to see you suffer to feel better himself, that's how it was, that's how bad it was.

he let go his hand of your chin and looked down for a moment, you heard him drop a perverse laugh and it made you swallow hard.

you didn't have time to prepare for it when you felt your face slapped letting go a high whimper, jaemin agressively took your face by your cheeks with the hand that just slaped you making you look at him in the eyes just inches away from your face.

"you fucking slut grinding into jeno like that, bet you'd let him fuck you too righ?" he tighted even more the grip on your face, what he said wasn't true, you just wanted jaemin, you wish you could tell him but you just couldn't. "he could fuck you, but not better than me, no one could ever fuck you and make you feel better than i do, fucking slut." he spitted on your face and realised his hand.

he usually was hard, but this was new, he never spitted on you or slapped your face, he was crazy mad and you shouldn't be feeling that way, but you loved seeing him like this, you'd make jaemin feel this way all the time if this was going to be the aftermath.

"on your fucking knees bitch" he said with a serious tone sitting on the toilet, you dropped on your knees waiting for the next command. jaemin unzipped his pants and pulled them along with his boxers a bit, letting his dick stand stiff, you licked your lips, crawling to him, stoping your movements just an inch away from his cock letting yourself admire it for a moment, capturing the image of jaemin's hard dick pointing towards you waiting for you to devour it, glossy tip begging for you to lick it, you were almost hypnotized. But the sudden aggressive grab of jaemin's hand on the back of your head took you back to reality, you loudly gasped opening your mouth to what jaemin took advantage of and shoved his dick in it with any warning, making you gag but not letting you go, infact, he pressed your head against his crotch even harder, deepthroating you, your nose and uper lip making contact with his pubes, tears forming in your eyes.

"fucking yes ! oh fuck that's how you put on good use this filthy mouth of yours !" he said groaning loudly starting to thrust on you agressively, grabbing you by your hair and fucking your mouth, you couldn't barely breath you were literally choking on his dick it actually hurted so bad, everything happened so fast you didn't had time to think, but fuck you are a sucker for pain and loved the way his cock scraped your throat so fast you couldn't even try to take some air.

Jaemin couldn't stop moaning and groaning, his voice deep and loud, so primal, using your mouth as you were an object. never letting go the grip on your hair. it was starting to get really hard to keep sucking him, you couldn't breathe, your face was covered in tears you couldn't control your eyes from letting them go and you could feel you were about to throw up, lucky for you jaemin pulled out just as if he could read your mind, you started coughing like crazy, finally getting some air back to your lungs, whipping the tears on your face, but jaemin wasn't planning on letting you rest, oh no, he got up, dragging you by the hand that never left your hair, pulling you up with him and placing your chest over the sink, not a single one of his movements are gentle, everything is fast and agressive, he doesn't care if it hurts you, and that's how you love it.

Jaemin pulled up your dress and down your panties, his hand on your hair pushing your upper body onto the sink so you can't move. everything was so overwhelming to you, you were panting, your head spinning and your core aching, your skin so hot to the touch.

"you fucking whore, how dare you grind this filthy ass against my friend, i think i have to remind you who this belongs to" jaemin laughed, you tried to look at him over your shoulder but suddenly you felt the sting of a hard slap on your right asscheek, letting out a breathy moan.

"who's the owner of this ass? huh!?" another spank, your pussy twitched.

"c'mon ___ is it jeno?" he stroked your left cheek before spanking it even harder, making your eyes fill up with tears again.

"fucking say it slut!" you lost the count of times he slapped you.

"no ! you are jaemin ! you own my butt, you own me, fuck !" you said sobbing.

" that's fucking right bitch" another really hard spank, you cried out.

"my hand imprint looks so good there, damn"

he laughed and pulled you by your hair again, pressing his body against yours, you felt his dick on your sore butt, you wanted it inside you so badly, feeling the pool of your wetness dripping down your core.

You felt jaemin's breath in your ear, giving you chills. he whispered calmly "take this moment I'm giving you to fucking breath and get yourself together, well, i don't think you can do that" he scoffed "you are already so fucked up, look at you, so fucking pathetic" the hand that didn't leave your hair finally did, but quickly grabbed your neck slightly cutting the air in your throat.

you felt jaemin parting a bit from your back, and then you could finally feel the tip of his cock on your entrance, he thrusted agressively into you, groaning into your ear, you let out a moan that sounded really raspy due to the pressure jaemin's hand was putting on your neck.

he entered you so easily thanks to your arousal, the hand on your neck returned to his favorite place, interwined between your locks, pushing you onto the sink again so he could fuck you from a better angle.

he quickly started pounding into you very hard, the sound of both of your bodies smashing together mixed with moans filled that nasty bathroom.

"fucking whore!" jaemin started spanking your ass again, while thrusting you like crazy, you swore you saw the stars, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your legs were trembling like crazy. jaemin's other hand wrapped around one of your still clothed boobs, squishing it roughly, making you scream because of the pain, he laughed at that, he was enjoying so much seeing you in pain, that kind of delicious pain that filled up all your senses and drove you mad.

His movements started to get erratic indicating he was about to cum, you wanted so bad to cum too, but you needed- your thoughts were cut off by his hand on your clit moving fast, that's why you loved sex with jaemin, he always gave you what you most needed, just like reading your mind, it felt like magic, but it was just sex, as much as you wanted it to be so much more, that's how it was, that's how it was going to be, the only way to have jaemin was like this, sobbing with his cock inside you on a dirty bathroom at a party.

you were about to explode so you did and came so hard on jaemin's dick, your head spinning, loud moans leaving your lips, whole body trembling. he came as he felt your insides tighten from your own orgasm, painting your walls with his seed.

both of you were panting, out of breath, you helped yourself by grabbing onto the sink to avoid falling because of your weak legs. he fixed his clothes, recovering his breath, you started doing the same trying to avoid the eye contact.

now the atmosphere was completely different, it felt really heavy, and the silence was so loud it made your head hurt. now that it was over jaemin and you would come back to acting like you always did, starting again with the loop, starting again with this fucking game of who can hurt most the other, but neither of you would change it because you were addicted to the pain, or maybe that's what you convinced yourself of, and you just were to damn scared to confess your real feeling for jaemin, because for him you were a toy right? oh little did you know that jaemin was in the same exact spot as you.

jaemin couldn't help but look at you while opening the bathroom door before leaving, letting the loud party noise enter for a moment. he hated that he had to leave you there, but he knew that he couldn't stay, he knew you didn't want him to stay, he felt stupid, tears forming in his eyes, you turned to look at him at the door frame, but quickly he turned his head and closed the door, leaving you alone on that bathroom, alone whishing he could stay with you.

[yatsugareboyf]

Poe x female reader

Confession and dating headcannons plz

sorry this took a while heres loml poe

confession and dating hcs with edgar allan poe

yknow that trope where

he writes a bunch of love letters but he doesnt end up sending them?

yeah thats him . thats poe w you

like all his letters would range from short poems to full on essays and even debated on writing a novel where he can guide you

but he just trashes all the ideas bcs he thinks you wouldn't like it :((

but he asks ranpo for help and ranpo is like, "bitch u better send her one rn or else she'll find all of them and u wouldn't want that"

so he puts himself together and makes this moderately long letter (he still thinks its not enough for someone like you)

and asks ranpo to leave it at ur desk when u get to work (assuming u work for the ada)

no bcs when he says its not enough hes lying

that letter had you SOBBING

like atsushi thought u got a death threat or smthn 😭

u had to step out of the office to collect urself and ranpo is just laughing his ass off

ofc u were so touched so u had to send a letter back to poe

(ranpo does not like where this is going)

so there was this time where u and poe were just sending letters to each other via ranpo

one day he had enough and instead of bringing your letter to poe he literally dragged you to poe

so now u and poe are sitting across each other, awkwardly looking anywhere but each other despite shamelessly flirting in letters

when poe was abt to speak, karl beat him to it and started circling around you and sniffing you

u were abt to PANIC like THIS IS KARL

but then he jumps up to your head and lays down there 

which causes u and poe to laugh a bit

“excuse my karl, y/n, i think hes very fond of you”

“well i hope hes not the only one whos fond of me”

so now u two just talk and flirt for a bit and u didnt notice the time

"oh, poe-kun, its getting a bit late. we should do this another time?"

"definitely! uhm, how can i contact you?"

so yeah u exchanged numbers

he definitely jumped around w joy for a bit

so u guys went on more and more dates and u got to know each other more and

fr ranpo is the best thing that happened to the 2 of u bcs if he didnt step in yall would just stay labeless forever

"so what are you two supposed to be?" - ranpo, who let himself join ur bakery date

"what do u mean ranpo-san?" - u, who is currently sharing your already tiny seat w ranpo

"like, r yall dating or?"

"d-dating? i mean-" - poe, who's going insane

"yeah? are we not...?" - u, who's being smothered by ranpo's crumbs

"oh... i guess we are" - poe, whos exploding on the inside

ok skipping the awkward parts yall r actually chill

its more of a shared silences and small talk kind of relationship

u dont have to say much for poe to understand and vice versa and you're both content with that

some may not believe y'all when u say yall r a couple bcs both of u arent rlly that affectionate (physically)

which initially got to poe's head

so he tried to like, awkwardly put his arm around u in public or kiss your forehead

u like the affection but u know poe isnt rlly into pda or a lot of physical affection anyway so u told him that he should express his love in his own way rather than what appeals to others

and ofc, his way is through writing!

honestly i love handwritten letters notes and even poems and he'd deliver that always

probably even makes those "open this letter when ure sad" type of gifts?

yeah. Yeah

for poe, he likes to have quality time with you

and even if earlier i said he doesn't rlly like physical affection, he does appreciate it every once in a while

cuddles and being in each other's arms isnt that often, but often enough that u dont rlly get deprived of it

poe enjoys baking with you (even if ranpo literally comes out of nowhere to eat them)

omg yall probably r plant parents

like tending to plants in his enormous garden

I FORGOT POE IS RICH THIS MF IS GONNA SPOIL U subtly

like u spare one long glance at a necklace book its on ur desk w a pretty note

u smiled at a cute piece of furniture? bam its in ur room w a cute letter

u wanted to get new cosmetics? tada hes taking u shopping and slips a little paper in the bag

hes a very observant lover and he knows when u want/need something most of the time

aaaa i love him actually

[saetoshis]

MOSHIMOSH if ur ask thingy is still ongoing<3

i love walking into the house and climb onto tanjiro's lap after a busy day. embracing him hard and snuggling into his neck while i guide his hand to my lower back so he can pat it :(( he always lets out this soft laugh of his when i whine at him when he stops, planting a kiss on my head and he'd always tell me "you're so cute, did you know that?" and i always turn to him like 🥺 "you think so?" "i know so." IM SO IN LOVE W HIM I COULD EXPLODE

then with tomura when he sees im stressed he always wants to get me to relax. "hey, let's go get some cold brew" even tho he doesn't drink coffee he knows i love it :( always gets me to relax :((

gen gen gen, i love flustering genya :(( sometimes it isn't on purpose, but i'm so demonstrative that maybe i'll kiss him or hug him in front of people and he'd go all red iin the face :(( he's adorable. he carries me to bed and always wraps his arms around me, one of his hands goes to the back of my hair and he gently massages my scalp, the other one is on my back and he rubs it with his thumb ever so gently :((

shinji (from bleach) always gets me to sit beside him at the piano, and we sing together to jazz songs. he made a version on his own of 'something stupid' by frank and nancy sinatra and we sing it together 🥺 another song we love singing together is a jazz version of what a difference a day made. our music sessions always end with him grabbing me by the chin and making me turn to him to kiss me 🥺🥺

sanemi — who im not dating btw — actually get moments in which we don't get on so badly (that's when we go out at night w all the group of frendos lmao and the night brings us together. ye we dance together; ye he might grab me by the waist, we might hatefuck, but every time he tries to kiss me i don't let him n turn away from him so it all ends in throat kisses instead 🙈 )

ILY TYSM FOR LETTIN ME RAMBLE <3

UWHFHAH!;);)/!?;$3$($4 SOOO CUTEEEE SOBBINGF FRHFH.

U SAID SANEMI?;)2)?$$/)( WITHIUR CENSORING HIS NAME?:);772 AND HATEFUCKING?/);$$2)() WOOOOFHWBFHWJHF weve come a long way havent we. BUT TANJIII SOBBING i just know he loves ur smell n it makes him feel so soft n fuzzy inside when u crawl on top of him like the scent is RIGHT IN HIS NOSE !! he could die happy.

FLUSTERED GENYA AAAAW i mean true he canonically gets 0 bitches n blushes when they offer him food LFMOAIFHA but ik he CANNOTTT RESIST U. IDK WHO SHINJI IS BUT THATS FUCKINF ADORABLE??37($3 N SAME WITH TOMURA LIKE WHO IS THAT()37;$3 BUT WAAAAH these are so adorable >_<

[lizhly-writes]

ok idk his name but u know. the guy. who replaced septimus and who vivian hates. until they figure out it was accidental and things get Awkward. 1, 6, 11, 13, 22? those last couple of questions of the ask meme seem like they apply to a group rather than a single character BUT I TRUST U TO FIGURE IT OUT

squints at you. who are you. normally, i wouldn't be super curious, but i must have seen you on orvcord, that's too much detail for you to be a tumblr-only...

oh well! this guy! mr. i'll-not-even-tell-you-my-name-on-my-goddamn deathbed!

If your OC was part of a group project, would they goof off or help work on the project?

He'd work on the project. And he'd be sooo soo passive aggressive to anyone who wasn't. And then if he got called on it, he'd play dumb about it, and then maybe get more passive aggressive about it until something exploded, probably. Quite possibly that something would be his own temper.

6. How would your OC react if they found out their fave was problematic?

Question it. He probably wouldn't look very hard into it. He'd continue on normally until evidence was shoved directly into his face, at which point, he's just go "WELL OF COURSE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS TERRIBLE." And then he'd do nothing about it, somehow spitefully.

11. Would your OC get lost in a mall the minute they walk inside?

Nah, his sense of direction is actually really good? He'd actually probably be pretty good at mapmaking. Not that he knows that.

13. Does your OC like magic or science more?

In fiction, he prefers magic. In reality, he prefers science, on account of the fact that actually makes sense to him.

22. Who’s cooking skills are so bad that there’s a good chance they could burn water?

I'm going to interpret this as "How are his cooking skills?" To answer that question: he's fine. He's okay. He's not great, but he's capable of making stuff that tastes good. Courtesy of cooking for himself forever.

He could probably set water on fire out of pure spite though ahahaha

send me an ask!

[toovirgins]

Hi can u make fanfic based on Paul song hi hi hi. Just because i heard some rumours that they may start talking and seeing each other in 72 or 73. By the way i like ur writing.

call me back again

john / paul

1972

hi hi hi (wings 1972)

via anon

John reached for the dial.

The single was unimpressive, to say the least. Only more of the same old shit; a substance-less, upbeat pop-rock track that hardly rivaled those on Speedway—which, in John's opinion, hardly rivaled those on Ram. At least, with Ram, Paul'd had something to say. John had almost scoffed, knowing that if he'd had any say, this track would've stayed not only off the album, but off the radio. Oh, well. It was ubiquitously about drugs and sex, anyway. The BBC would have off with it in a week.

Part of him wondered why he even bothered anymore. It's not as though he delighted in seeing Paul fail, and it certainly wasn't as though Paul was failing. Paul was a people pleaser, even when it came to songwriting—John's and Yoko's work had time and again proved too avant-garde for the general public, and had received more than its fair share of criticism. It was only fitting that his counterpart would continue with up-tempo granny music, and if that meant topping the charts with his fantastic new act, then so be it. In fact, John was happy for him. At least, he tried to be. He wasn't sure how to make it authentic.

Yoko's advice nagged at the back of his mind, insisting that he stop investing so much energy into seeing what Paul was up to. It clearly wasn't good for him, and until he could relinquish the residual bitterness inside him, it was better to let them grow their separate ways.

Right. He should get on that.

John's fingers had just brushed the dial before the line rang in his ears, loud and clear, and made his blood run cold.

"I'm gonna do it to you, gonna do you sweet banana."

John's breath caught in his throat. At the moment of auditory impact, a myriad of memories exploded to the forefront of his mind, causing a now-shaking hand to fly toward his mouth. Fingertips grazing his gaping lip, John could swear the room filled with the scent from all those years ago, the glasses feeling a bit heavier across the bridge of his nose, the rough cloth of the chair smooth as the fresh bedsheets under his arse. The rapid regression of age, years shedding away in flaking heaps, and just like that, he was... there, again.

The room smelled of fresh linen, a certain chill to it that was to be expected for the Parisian rain pattering softly against the window. The street lamp outside had long since flickered out, bathing them in an ordinarily oppressive darkness.

For all its gloom, however, there was a surge of energy coursing throughout the room, the realizations and subverted desire that both boys had finally found the opportunity to share. Paul, basking in post-orgasmic glow, flicked at the cigarette dangling from his lips.

"John?"

"Mmh?"

"Thanks."

"For?"

Paul gestured around them. "Everything. The trip, the room. Everything. You didn't have to take me, you know."

John poked him gingerly in the side, and Paul twitched away with a tickled groan. "I didn't. I wanted to."

"Lucky me." Paul grinned, pausing before adding the next bit. "And... thanks. For all my... y'know. Banana milkshakes."

John smirked as Paul began to reach for his sleep shirt, depositing the ciggy between John's expectant teeth. "Oh, is that what we're calling them?"

"Well, we can't well call them what they actually are, can we?" Paul retorted, though his voice wavered with a twinge of worry.

John reached over and brushed a sweaty lock of hair from Paul's eyes. His Paul. "I suppose not. Though, it's not like we'll be throwing around the fact that we... y'know. Partake in banana milkshakes together."

"No," Paul agreed, humming noncommittally. "But... just in case."

"Right. Just in case."

"You know," Paul murmured lowly, eyes trailing the length of John's torso to where it disappeared under the sheets. "It is your birthday."

John frowned. "Yeah?"

"So," Paul continued. "It sort of seems like you shouldn't—ahem—be, erm, buying... y'know. The banana milkshakes."

John tried to suppress the corners of his mouth from twitching up into a smile. "Dearest Macca, what are you implying?"

Paul blushed furiously. "I'm... I'm gonna do it to you. If you want," he added quickly.

John leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head, trying desperately not to look so smug. "I can hardly object to such a proposition, now, can I?"

Paul bit his lip, growing in confidence, beginning to tease the half-done buttons on John's shirt. "Doesn't seem like you're in any position to."

John cackled, alight with the purest joy he'd felt in as long as he could remember. Paul chuckled along, pressing intermittent kisses to John's exposed neck. "All right, get on with it then, ya tease."

Paul nipped his earlobe. "Sweet banana style?"

"Sweet banana style."

The song was over.

The radio hummed faintly, indistinct show-host conversation blurring the silence that had just seemed so deafening. John had come back to himself, snapped out of the day dream that no longer felt so faint. His mind was working overtime—he'd missed the rest of the song. He'd missed the rest of it, the impossibility of countless other references that only he might understand. He'd have to hear it again.

I'm gonna do it to you, gonna do you sweet banana.

Maybe he'd write, just once, just to see what Paul was up to.

Maybe he'd call.

[matthewfairchildfanclub]

TSC but it's incorrect quotes.

Jem: Hey, Will, what's up?

Will: Well, I'm sitting in a pool of my own blood.

Jem: Is it... your own?

Will: Oh, yeah, probably.

Jem: Where is it coming from?

Will: Probably the stab wound.

Jem: yoU'VE BEEN STABBED?!

Will: Oh, yeah definitely.

_______________________

Kit: I wrote a song called I'm Late For My Final Exam and it's just three minutes of me screaming.

_______________________

Emma: Look upon the filed which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.

_______________________

Will: Do you ever wonder how an author would describe you in a novel? Like, not only your appearance, but also your little habits and stuff. I wanna know how I'd be described.

Gabriel: Bet it would be something like "so here's this asshole."

Will: Honestly, fuck you, Gabriel.

_____________________

Kit: I mixed up Donkey Kong with King Kong and accidentally said Kinky Kong to my parents.

____________________

Izzy: Who is that weirdo on TV? He's running downtown with eight dogs.

Magnus: THAT'S MY WEIRDO

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Sebastian: Be warned, I can kill you.

Jace: Be warned, I can die.

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Jace: Excuse me, who made Alec the boss of the group.

Clary: You did.

Simon: You said, "Alec should be the boss."

Izzy: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Magnus: And then you made him this plaque that says, "Boss of us."

Magnus: And put little sparkles all over it.

Jace:... all valid points.

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Simon: What are you guys talking about? I'm like the backbone of this family.

Jace: You're more like the appendix of this family, no one knows what you're here for.

Alec: Also prone to explode at any given moment.

Jace: And a real pain to remove.

Simon: Fuck you guys.

_______________________

Emma: What's your problem?

Cristina: He keeps using common phrases incorrectly.

Kieran: Oh, cry me a table, Cristina.

________________________

Cecily: If a guy calls you "princess" in a condescending manner, assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.

_______________________

Will: I could get killed.

Will: Or even worse. Jem could give me a lecture on responsibility again.

________________________

Dru: What color are Emma's eyes?

Julian: The warm chestnut of well-worn leather when the sun comes out after days of rain.

Dru: What?

Julian: I said brown.

_________________________

Gabriel: Hello, Will, make anyone cry today?

Will: Sadly, no, but it's only 4:30.

__________________________

Will: Rubbing alcohol is for outside wounds. Drinking alcohol is for inside wounds.

Matthew: Cheers! I'll drink to that.

__________________________

James: What are you going to bring to dinner?

Matthew: My negative attitude and sparkling personality.

__________________________

Tessa: You're late.

Kit: Listen, I just spent twenty minutes in a standoff with the biggest cockroach I have ever seen, so that's where I'm at... mentally.

____________________________

Julian: I told you to stop doing that with the knives.

Dru, with knives taped to her hands: But Wolverine has-

Julian: I said stop.

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Aline: The only thing that seems to motivate you guys is pancakes.

Tavvy: Pancakes?

Ty: I love pancakes!

Dru: Do we have maple syrup?

Julian: I'll go buy some.

Emma: Where are they?

Aline: THERE ARE NO PANCAKES!

__________________________

Jace: And once again, Jace and Magnus save the day!

Alec: You didn't do anything.

Alec: It was all Magnus.

Jace: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

______________________________

Tessa: How can one man have so many enemies?

Will: I'm a people person who talks shit and drinks.

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Matthew: You're my best friend, but I'd fuck you if you asked.

James: What?

Matthew: What?

Lucie, from across the room: HE SAID HE'D FUCK YOU IF YOU ASKED!

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Matthew: What if we kidnap-

James: No.

Matthew: Steal-

James: No.

Matthew: Blow up-

James: Not even a little.

Matthew: You're no fun.

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Julian: We need to distract the enemies.

Emma: Right, I can do that.

Julian: What are you going to do?

Emma: I'm gonna kill them all.

Emma: That ought to distract them.

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Mark: I have a sword!

*two minutes later*

Mark: I have lost the sword.

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Kit: My friendship with Dru is over.

Ty: What?

Kit: She stole my fries.

________________________________

Kit: Baking yeast has alcohol in it, but you can't get drunk off eating bread.

Kit: Trust me, I've tried.

_______________________________

Kit: I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like Ty a little bit-

Jem: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Kit: That was our joint tombstone.

Jem: My mistake.

______________________________

Clary, through the door: Are you decent?

Jace: Not morally, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking.

______________________________

Kit: Ty, let's play 20 questions!

Ty: Okay, what's your favorite color.

Kit: Aces. My turn, do you like boys?

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Julian, coming to bail the group out of jail: I hate you sometimes, you know.

Emma: Welcome to the club! You are one of 53 members. We make t-shirts and have meetings every Wednesday at 4.

Julian: What?

Mark: We would meet earlier, but Kit gets out of school at 3.

_____________________________

Jace, to Izzy and Simon at their wedding party: Alright, everyone, Saturday is the big day! A lot of us thought this day would never come. I may have been one of those people.

Izzy: I may have also been one of those people.

Simon: Wait, are we talking about our wedding?

Izzy: Yes.

Simon: Oh, yes, I was also one of those people.

____________________________

Emma: Julian and I slept together.

Cristina: And?

Emma: ... I thought you would be a little more surprised.

Cristina: Oh, sorry.

Cristina, in a shocked voice: AND?!

___________________________

Ty: The dishes aren't in alphabetical order!!!!

Kit: Excuse my language, but what the F U C K does that mean?

___________________________

Lucie: We shouldn't complain.

Matthew: I'm gonna complain anyways.

_____________________________

Dru: Kit? Are you alive? Knock once for yes, twice for no.

Kit: *pauses, then knocks twice*

Dru: What do we do? Kit's dead!

______________________________

Will: Do you know....? Do you KNOW what it's like to be AFRAID of YOURSELF?!

Tessa, thinking of all the money she blew on a scam: Geez, man, I sure do-

_____________________________

Clary: Simon, you've got a lot to offer Izzy. You're funny, you're smart-

Magnus: You're creative, you've got style...

Jace:

Magnus:

Clary:

Jace: Oh, did you want me to say something?

Jace: You have brown hair, your name is Simon.

Simon: Thanks, Jace.

_____________________________

Will: I've done a lot of dumb shit.

Tessa: I witnessed the dumb shit.

Cecily: I remember the dumb shit.

Magnus: I joined you in the dumb shit.

Jem: I tried to stop you from doing the dumb shit!

_______________________________

Jace: Okay, so-

Alec: No. Don't you dare! Stop. Stop. I don't wanna hear it. I have been cleaning up your messes for way too long and now I'm aging prematurely. You are driving me steadily insane. So I don't wanna hear it. Go away. I'll be dead next month at this rate. Leave me alone.

Jace: I was just gonna ask you if you wanted toast...

Alec: Oh, well. No thank you.

Jace: Good, because I blew up the toaster and now one of the plants is on fire.

______________________________

Kit: If you are about to be stabbed, just say, "I have too much swagger for the dagger," and they will leave you alone.

Dru: Or stab you a hundred more times.

______________________________

Will: WHO ATE MY FRIES

Will: I'M GONNA FUCKING KI-

Jem: I did.

Will:-ss you and buy you more. You haven't been eating enough.

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James: A waiter could literally murder me and I'd still tip 20%

Matthew: I would actually tip more if they murdered me, that's great customer service.

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[bioshock4k]

i genuinely have no idea what bioshock iz about so if u want to explain im all ears 👂

umm ok so!!! ignore how bad this formatting is going to be and how all over the place it will also probably be . im bad at keeping those coherent

so first game first, bioshock! the game opens in an airplane with the player character saying 'son, you were born to do great things. and you know what? they were right.' (important later i prommy) the plane then crashes in the mid atlantic ocean and you, jack, are the only survivor. after resurfacing you find a lighthouse (for some reason) and swim to it. inside this lighthouse is a bathysphere that takes you down to rapture, an undersea (attempted) utopia. on the way down you see some fish (gif of said fish below) and overhear a conversation between atlas and johnny. johnny dies as soon as the bathysphere docks (is that the word????? idk), but atlas speaks to you over the shortwave radio that is kept inside of the bathysphere, and helps you out of a few sticky situations

i thought i had more than just that gif saved. oh well

okay um anyway. at first your main objective is to help atlas and his family escape rapture (i dont think he ever said he'd take you with him? which could have been foreshadowing actually). his family is trapped in the bathysphere in the smuggler's hideout in neptune's bounty, unfortunately when you do finally end up reaching the bathysphere it explodes, assumedly on andrew ryans command. sorry for not introducing him sooner. um he himself is introduced in the tutorial level hes the 'king' of rapture, he founded it and everything. very important character . moving on

after atlas's family is murdered yor objective changes. your goal is now to reach hephaestus and kill ryan. it takes a good bit to get there, but when you finally do, you learn that jack wynand is not only andrew ryan's son (i can elaborate on this later if u want, im skipping over like. a lot. im just going on major plot points here), but he is also not a free man. his entire journey here has been lead by atlas, and every time atlas requested something of you, it was always headed or followed by the phrase 'would you kindly', which is a trigger phase for jack. obv any request with that phrase he much obey yada yada u know the trope or w/e. jack is actually a 4y/o mess of genetic experiments and mind fuckery. after killing ryan and using his genetic key to stop the self-destruct on rapture that ryan put in place, you learn yhat atlas is actually frank fontaine who is. another character i forgot to introduce. hes supposed to have been dead for like 2 years at this point. anyway hes the big bad and ur objective changes yet again ^_^ now ur goal is to kill fontaine and escape rapture

after being knocked out by a fall, you wake up in tenenbaums safehouse. tenenbaum is yet anoyher character that i forgot to introduce yippie ^_^ shes um a geneticist who helped in the creation of jack and the little sisters youve heard me ramble abt them . ill explain more if u want. but now tenenbaum is helping u and shes undone the wyk trigger from jacks brainmush and now he is mostly free of fontaine's control yippie ^_^ umm after yet another long trek across rapture you reach fontaines lair and then kill him yahoo!!!! and depending on ur choices of wether or not to save the little sisters you get an ending where either jack and the little sisters have all left rapture and end up living full happy lives or jack kills all the little sisters and um? nukes the world????? idk. its weird.

ok i was gonna do bio2 but tumblr is starting to glitch bc of the length of this post so!!! if u want more just ask for more ok ^_^ this was a very bad explanation but i hope it makes a little sense

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 26

After Nat left the church Steve, Sam, and I went on to our hotel suite. I was quick to fall onto the couch. I felt so drained. Sam lifted my feet so he could sit down then placed my feet on his lap. Steve started pacing the length of the room. We had only been there for a few short minutes when a knock sounded on the door. Steve was quick to open it. In walked Sharon Carter looking completely frazzled.

"Steve. There's something you gotta see." She said quickly.

She grabbed the TV remote from the table then turned on the TV. It was already on the news channel. I bolted upright as I saw the building in Vienna with a giant hole blown in it. Many were injured in the blast. I pulled my phone out instantly texting Nat. Please let her be okay.

I bounced my knee nervously as I continued to watch the TV.

"Authorities have identified the suspect as James Buchanan Barnes. The winter soldier." The news castor stated.

I shot to my feet turning to face Steve. He looked surprised but suddenly determined.

I sighed in relief at Nat's text.

"Nat's okay. Why would he do this?" I asked Steve.

"I don't think he did." Steve said simply.

Sharon gave of what details she knew then the three of us set out for Vienna. When we arrived the place was still in total chaos. Steve sent Sam and I ahead into the hotel bar to wait for him.

"He's calling Nat." Sam said as we both sat at the bar.

We ordered drinks then waited on Steve to reappear. It wasn't long before he was standing next to Sam leaning on the bar.

"She tell you to stay out of it? Might have a point." Sam asked then took a sip of his drink.

"He'd do it for me." Steve said simply.

"1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us." Sam told him.

"I have no worries." I said simply then downed the rest of my drink.

Sharon suddenly appeared next to Steve. She kept her face forward as she spoke.

"Tips have been pouring in since the footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this." She slid a folder to Steve.

"My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now so that's all the head start you're gonna get." She added quickly.

"Thank you" Steve told her as he opened the folder.

"You're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight." Sharon said then walked away.

Sam finished his drink quickly then the two of us followed Steve back outside.

"Where to Cap?" I asked as we walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk.

Steve gave me the folder. I opened it to scan the page quickly. Romania. He's in Romania?

"What's the plan?" Sam asked as we climbed in the car.

"Looks like an apartment building. A bit run down. Sam you'll take the roof. Willow, I need you on top an adjacent building. You two are my eyes for any company." Steve ordered as he drove quickly.

"So you're gonna face him alone?" I asked softly.

Both men sitting in the two front seats knew I had all my memories of James back. They knew I understood the feelings I once had for him. Those feelings felt like a memory too but I still actually cared about him now. Steve looked at me through the rear view mirror.

"Yes Will. I think it's best I confront him alone. We don't know what kind of state he's in." Steve said softly but sternly.

"But we know for sure he remembers me and won't harm me. Don't you think it'd be safer if I was with you?" I asked.

"No" both men said in unison.

Steve's no was soft and understanding but Sam's was sharp and final. I slumped back in my seat. I didn't feel like I should be on the side lines. I remembered what James meant to me so everything we do now means so much more. It was just as important to me as it was to Steve but there would be no arguing with the Captain. I knew that much. So I sat silently in the back seat until we arrived at our destination. Steve and Sam both took a minute to suit up while I surveyed the area.

"There's a smaller building there. I'll take that roof." I told them pointing to said building.

Both men nodded in agreement. Steve left to head towards the building James was in leaving Sam and I alone.

"You still choose me right?" Sam asked softly.

I smiled up at him. I grabbed his shirt pulling him down so I could kiss him.

"Yes Sam, I may remember my feelings for James but they're just a memory." I told him.

He nodded then kissed my forehead. Once he took to the sky I hurried to the roof of my building. I perched myself on the edge so I had a perfect view of the entrance. Sam did that same on top the much taller building. It wasn't long before the vehicles started rolling in. This wasn't looking good already.

"Heads up Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south." Sam said over the coms.

"Understood" Steve said simply.

I watched as the vehicles surrounded the building. More and more armed men got out. There's way too many.

"They've set the perimeter." Sam informed over the coms.

I watched the group form then kick in the front door.

"They're entering the building." I told them.

"They're on the roof. I'm compromised." Sam said quickly.

I looked up to see him fighting someone off then flying off the building. I stepped back from the edge so I wouldn't be noticed. I just had to wait for Steve's orders now. He was inside somewhere with James.

"Five seconds" Sam said as he flew around the building.

I held my breath. My anxiety skyrocketed as I waited.

"Three seconds" Sam said.

Please let them make it out of this.

"Breach! Breach! Breach!" Sam shouted.

I gritted my teeth as I listened to the chaos erupt in the building. I couldn't see anything but I could hear an array of different sounds. There was definitely one hell of a fight going on. As I waited for any sign or word something flew out of a window then landed on the roof a few feet in front of me. It was a backpack.

"What the hell?" I questioned aloud.

I walked over to it slowly. I kicked it to make sure it wasn't going to explode. When nothing happened I picked it up then stepped back against one of the stone walls. Another crash had me looking up to see a body jumping over to this roof. They landed in a roll then got to their feet quickly. It was James. He looked around most likely for the back pack.

"Looking for this?" I asked stepping around the wall so he could see me fully.

"Willow" he said in surprise.

"Hi Jamie" I smiled at him.

"Come on doll, I really need that bag." He said reaching out to me.

"I remember Jamie." I said simply keeping the bag in my tight grip.

His eyes seemed to light up as he smiled at me.

"That's fantastic doll but as much as I'm dying to kiss you breathless I really do need that bag." He said taking a step forward.

Before I could say anything else a man in all black tackled James to the ground. It was a instant fight. The moment James was able to break free he ran for the other edge of the building.

"Jamie!" I shouted.

He turned in time to catch the bag I'd thrown at him. He winked at me then jumped over the edge. The man in the all black, cat like outfit moved to follow him. I lunged forward knocking him to the ground but he was quick to get away from me. His only focus was James.

"Sam Southwest rooftop." Steve said through the com.

"Who the hell's the other guy?" Sam asked.

"About to find out." Steve said.

As soon as he landed on the roof I went over the edge to follow James. I could hear Steve close behind me. The chase was on as we all tried to catch up to James. I kept my eyes on the new comer in front of me. I knew he was hot on Bucky's trail. They jumped into an opening that lead into a tunnel. We ended up jumping right into traffic. Steve was right next to me as we ran around the cars. Sirens wailed behind us but we paid them no mind.

"Stand down! Stand down!" They yelled from behind us.

Steve jumped folding his body to lay on the shield as it hit the car's windshield. The car stopped then Steve rolled off the hood. He opened the door then pulled the driver out. I was climbing in the passenger seat as he knocked out the windshield completely. I held onto the dash as Steve sped around the other cars. I felt the jolt to the car making me look back.

"Cat guy is hitching a ride." I told Steve.

He instantly sped up then started to swerve trying to get the guy off the back of the car.

"Sam, I can't shake this guy." Steve said in frustration.

"Right behind you" Sam answered.

I looked behind us to see an army of police cars gaining on us. As they pulled up on each side of our car Steve started to swerve into them. We are so fucked for this.

"Steve there!" I shouted pointing at James.

Steve swerved the car driving right through the barrels to follow our friend. I watched in absolute awe as James grabbed hold of an oncoming bike knocking the driver off. He effortlessly turned in around then jumped on it taking off. It was one of the most badass things I'd ever witnessed.

"Shit" I breathed as the cat guy jumped on the back of the bike.

He tried his best to get James off of it but James was much better than that. With help of his metal arm he kept himself from crashing then kicked his attacker off. Just as we got to the exit of the tunnel an explosion went off.

"Get out now!" Steve shouted.

I didn't have time to think as I jumped out of the car instantly picking up in a run just as Steve had done. The car started to flip behind us as James was finally knocked off the bike a few feet in front of us. Steve tossed his shield knocking the attacker away from James. Once we reached him we both stood protectively in front of him. Seconds later we were surrounded by sirens and flashing lights then the war machine dropped in front of us. His arms were held out with his weapons at the ready.

"Stand down, now!" He shouted at us.

Steve sighed but put his shield on his back. Sam was led over to us at gun point.

"Congratulations Cap, you're a criminal." Rhodey told him.

As an officer grabbed each of us to put us in shackles the man in the black cat suit took off his mask. It was that Wakanda prince or king now that his father was killed in the bombing.

"Your Highness" Rhodey said with a small nod.

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WIP Ask Game!

thank u anon!!!!

1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

orphan gains powers, gets adopted by alien, saves the world.

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

'There's a whoosh of air, and Leo suddenly hears a voice he never thought he'd ever be able to hear again.'

3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?

Okay so I have been calling it the Youtuber Superhero AU (because it started as a fandom au but then i made it an original!!) but I thought maybe it could be "Thicker than Water", since my MC, Leo, is an orphan and he lives alone for most of his life (most of his life lmao at least until canon point? read also: around 9-11 years when in canon he's like 19?) in a remote, lowkey magical place/dimension?, but ultimately he comes back to his hometown and creates a family for himself!!!! i won't give spoilers but, since i already said this, part of his found family is his adoptive dad, an alien who is also a superhero!! If not TtW, I would call it maybe,,,,, Moonstone???? at least the first book!!! (ooh, maybe TtW can be the series name and Moonstone the first book's name?) because Leo kind of gets his powers through a moon stone????? it's not actually moon stone; it was a strange rock he found in the magical dimension that seeked out a champion for the god Huitzilopochtli??? and the closest word Leo could get for it was Moonstone, because of its uhhhhh singular qualities!

4: Describe the setting of your WIP.

OKAY, this is a fun one!!! Leo's hometown is named Star Nova, idk why it just seemed cool, and it is a futuristic city!!! They don't follow capitalism Because I Said So, and they're really into, like, environmental stuff!!! So you'd see SO much flora all over the city kshdsjfh like those???? idk what they're called but like the towns overridden with plants? but controlled!!! There's a tiny percentage of the population (tho I still haven't decided if this is worldwide?? I have a way to make it worldwide but idk) who have superpowers, either due to "individual" factors (e.g Leo's powers are bc of the moonstone, and Matthew(his dad)'s powers are due to him being an alien!) or were affected by a weird experiment an Evil Corporation™ were doing; ECtm was trying out an illegal experiment that could alter living beings' genetics to their will, but it went wrong and their substance exploded and went airborne. Those who were working on it knew about its risks and toxicity, ergo they were wearing a special suit and weren't affected, but the gas contaminated and ??mixed?? with the air and spread to the nearest city, Star Nova (the unofficial capital of the Joint Pacific Nations) and affected a Whole Lot Of People!!! this all happened a while before canon, and the corporation got away with it bc they were filthy rich basically. Anyway, a lot of the people who were affected to the "virus" reacted negatively and died, some were uhhh """immune"""???, and a few Seemed to be immune but had actually had a successful celular-level bonding with the substance! It didn't do anything to them, but their children/grandchildren were born with physical or mental anomalies, also known as super powers (gasps)!!!! BUT!!! a lot of the story happens in the magical city of Coatl (it means serpent!), located within a pocket dimension somewhere inside the Mexican southern forest, where Leo finds himself when he's four years old, recently orphaned, guided by a magical ....bird....being....? he lives there for around eleven years, and he's granted Huitzilopochtli's Champion's power once he's like. Not A Baby lmao. Coatl is.... kind of like,,,,, an Olympus, I guess? Only those with like the destiny to find it know where it is, and they can lead other people there if it's for good causes! It's almost like a sentient city, and the Aztec gods kinda. chilled there???? my theory is that a lot of religious mythologies exist, at least in this universe, and they all co-exist on earth, or pocket dimensions inside of it!!! anyway, Leo lived there and was basically raised by gods???? and an AI???? bc i love AIs???? and uhhhh i think that got away from me ajdhsjdhsj does all of this even count as setting??? am i missing anything????

5: Search for the word “knife” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

no knives sadly :( i guess i haven't reached Those Scenes yet???? tho there should be one in the first chapter….. my wip document is just kind of very messy ajdhsjdjsjdh i might just have to make a new document????

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

???????????? why am i not using any words?????????? sorry :/

7: What are you most proud of?

probably the worldbuilding and characters (at least those with superpowers? maybe i should say superpowers period)!!!!! they're very complex and thought-out????? and i THINK they're original!!!!! so!!!!! ＼(￣▽￣)／

8: What is your biggest challenge?

oooooof,,,,,,,, probably..... getting an actual plot lmao????? like i have an overall view of my would-be first and second books, but i don't know if they actually have enough to them to be written as they are?????? like… idk if the conflict is really like??? worthy to be a Main Conflict™????

9: How would you describe your writing style?

oooooooh uhhhhh maybe….. flowery prose???? i'm a poet at heart, so if i don't use loads of metaphors and language uhhhh idk their name in english but language variators??? i will literally die. but seriously nsjdhsjdhsjfh nothing too serious!!!! most of my “”””angst”””” scenes are….. not so sad, i think skfjsjfj

10: How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

oh!!!! well, i think it'd be multiple povs, alternating chapters, third person???? i'm still not sure whether to use 1st or if i already have??? p sure that's a different wip i'm thinking about tho

11: Which character do you have the most in common with?

uhhhhhhhhhhhh seeing how underdeveloped she is right now??? probably Persephone???? bc she's genderfluid skfjsjfjdjfh or uhhhh Scott??? bc i too love leo with my heart and would die for him and stay with him in the afterlife. (hypothetically, of course….)

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

Maeve, probably!!!! she's, uh…. Something.

13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

They Are All A Mess. akfhajfjajfj Matthew would probably become the leader and like. establish order and shit???? but he's also the hugest nerd so he'd just give the leader role to someone else (probably seph staine?) and goes exploring and cataloging shit skfhsjfhdjf Leo is probably the most resourceful one of the bunch, so he would immediately like. start planning for huts and food and stuff???? also idk if they would have their powers in this situation cause it'd be too easy to get them all out of there????? but let's just say they do but the island is inescapable by flight?? he can talk to animals, so he could communicate with the local fauna and like form alliances???? Seph is a good leader, so he'd probably like….. keep everything in check???? and Leo's friends are all good and resourceful, so they'd make a good team!!!! tldr they basically create order immediately and do their best to not struggle??? after a few days/weeks, some of them start to like. break down? but the adults are like. wise and shit??? and i'm pretty sure at least one of them is like a licensed therapist??? so they help each other out uwu

14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

oh!!!! only for a few!!!! Leo and Maeve's birthday is on March 25, Scott's birthday is on August 27, Matthew doesn't really have a birthday??? because time is different in his planet????, Percy and Persephone's birthday is somewhere in November, and uhhhh im p sure that's all i got akfjsjfjsj i suck at birth dates

15: Do you know your characters’ MBTI personalities?

GOD, no. maybe i should do their tests???👀

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

Leo… doesn't believe in/care for Halloween, as he didn't grow up around it, but it's totally Scott's jam!!! they are dirt poor in a good first half of the book, though, so they can't really dress up :( they met in the library, and after (spoiler alert!!!) scotty's death, Leo feels it appropriate to dress up as Scott's fave characters every year. Percy and Persephone are (very weak) shapeshifters, so their costumes ROCK!!!!! they always do matching costumes, so they get cliché pair costumes!! Matthew….. uh. he is… way too old for that. he was literally alive before Halloween was even a thing, so it's not really his thing. Leah just……. does her own thing??? she can see ghosts, so she sometimes does like historical costumes and stuff with their help!!! and Ben…. oof tbh that depends on what his fave song/album/whatev is at the moment??? he kinda creates like a story/aesthetic for them and dresses up that way!!!!

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

uhhhh found family, definitely!!!! i really can't think of any bc i'm an idiot, but uhhhh intelligence??? if that's a thing??? like,,, they're all powerful and shit but it's also like. brains over brawns????

18: What’s easier, dialogue or description?

i think description!!!! neither of them are… hard??? but!!! description is like…… where i can go hog wild akfjskfjsjfb

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

20: Post a brief excerpt.

Leo @Leoberry

You asked, I answered. New Q&A video is now up!

[3k retweets, 10k likes, 9k replies] 20 min. ago

[My First Q&A- video transcription excerpt]

[Leo Berry, a nineteen-year-old brunette guy with green eyes, wearing a red shirt with a lightning symbol on it that's loose on his muscular form, waves at the camera and smiles widely, dimples showing up on his cheeks.]

Leo: Hey, guys. You've been asking me to do a Q&A for a while, and the day has finally arrived! I told you to ask me questions on Twitter with the hashtag #AskBerry, and I've picked a few!

[Leo smiles brightly and lifts up his cellphone.]

Leo: First off, here's one by @razzberry- nice username, by the way-: “what's your cat's name? Do you have more than one?”

[The video shifts, and there's suddenly two cats sitting on Leo's arms: a large, orange cat quickly falling asleep on his shoulder, and a black kitten hugged in his arms.]

Leo: I do! This little fella-

[He gasps as the kitten in his arms struggles to get free and runs off-camera.]

Leo: Don't leave me! Okay, that little fella is Onyx, and, as you can see, he doesn't like me very much. Anyway, this little gal asleep over here…

[He points toward a small orange cat sleeping on his shoulder.]

Leo: ...is Tigress! She's my little baby. You've probably seen her around a lot on my vlogs, since she really likes to hang out on my bed.

Leo: Next! @Honeybats asked: ‘“is it true your dad is Jade?”

[Leo smiles and, after a few seconds of trying to school his features, bursts out laughing.]

Leo: You mean to ask whether my dad is Matlal Jade, the greatest superhero of our era?

Leo: ...Well, yeah! My dad- [more laughs] my dad is totally my Jade. His name is Matthew, and I keep asking him to fly me to school. He says it's not funny!

[He sobers up for a second.]

Leo: Jokes aside, he adopted me a few years ago and he'll always be a superhero in my eyes. I was in a really dark place when he found me, and I can't thank him enough for all that he's done for me.

[Leo looks away for a second and loses his smile. The video cuts and skips again, and Leo appears once again, this time sporting an easy smile and a blue shirt, this one tighter around his shoulders.]

Leo: things got a bit too deep! This one was sent by @shazhangs: “are you dating anyone at the moment?”

[Leo laughs.]

Leo: God, no. I mean, I'm not really a people person, you know? And I’ve been so focused on work, vlogging, and, uh, extracurriculars, that I really haven't had any time to socialise.

[Leo laughs again.]

Leo: This one comes from @perspartone: will you collab with any other youtubers anytime soon?

Leo: Yeah, sure! I don't think I have done any videos with other people in the past, so it'd be a fun thing to do! I just have to find a friend first.

[Leo laughs loudly.]

[End of excerpt. For viewing of the video, refer to Leo Berry on Youtube, and find the full transcription here at DailyBerries in a few hours.]