#pls continue to include him he deserves it and it makes him happy

[myszkaa]

Sometimes dunmeshi fanart looks like this

[impactedfates]

heyy 😁 so um like I was hoping you could do like a combination of hsr men and genshin men, the reader is their lover who sits on their lap just to pass the time (the men are up to u pls pls include wriothesley and neuvillette if u can 😳😍 tys 💖)

★ A/N: Yep, I don't at all mind doing combinations of both fandoms

☆ Genre/Trope: Romantic

★ Format: Mini Scenarios (Characters Included (Separate): Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Jing Yuan and Blade)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Wrio + Neuvi might be OOC // Short-ish // Reader is shorter then characters included // Reader is NOT the traveler

The first time you do it, Wriothesley is surprised. Don't get him wrong he doesn't mind having you this close he just didn't expect it is all. He at first isn't too sure what to do in this situation, he still has work to do but you're there on his lap, is he meant to drop his work and give you attention and that was your way of telling him? Are you doing this just because and he can still work??

When he does finally get used to it, I see him continuing with his work, using one hand to write, sign and pick up/put down papers while the other hand is wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he calmly scribbles down whatever's he's meant to.

If you're really desperate for attention though and aren't just sitting on his lap just because he might indulge and pepper your face with kisses, however this is only if he doesn't have too much important work to do, if he does he'll just chuckle and tell you to be a bit more patient.

Neuvillette didn't understand the concept of it at all when you first did it. Sure he knew humans had different ways of showing their love or just different things they do with their partner in general but he didn't expect one of things you like doing is sitting on his lap.

He's often working so he likely marks this as a way for you to be closer to him even in silence, and in a way it motivates him to finish a bit quickly so he can give you the attention you deserve.

Overall, although he may not fully understand what you're doing just knows this seems to be something you enjoy doing with him, and if it makes you happy then he's happy. Just as long as you wait until he's finished work before giving you any attention you may want.

Zhongli also is still learning more about humans but perhaps is more knowledgeable than Neuvillete is. He doesn't say anything when you do it for the first time however he will question you if you continue to do it, wanting to know why you seem to find enjoyment from merely situating yourself on his lap.

When you see you just like it because it passes the time or any other reason, he'll simply chuckle. If you were to ask if he's annoyed by it he'll shake his head no, he simply wanted to see why you enjoyed it so much, after that he'll invite you to sit on his lap a lot more, however more so in private.

Maybe if he's reading a book and sees you coming into the room, he'll gesture you to come towards him and pat his lap with a smile, if you enjoy it so much he'll indulge for as long as you like.

Jing Yuan practically INVITES you to sit on his lap once you did it the first time. Once he knows you like spending your time on it then anytime you're around and he's sitting, he'll tug you over just to take a seat.

He loves having you close to him, his work can wait and he can handle Fu Xuans scolding for the nth time that day, you're way more important to him then any work he has due...however he does eventually need to get it done, but he'll happily do it with you still on his lap if you don't want to get off.

HOWEVER, this will come at a price. Yes, he himself also enjoys having you in his lap BUT he'll also like using YOUR lap as a pillow. So if you want to continue using his lap as a seat, be prepared to have your lap being used as a pillow.

I feel like Blade full on pushes you off the first time you do it. Don't get him wrong, he does feel bad for probably hurting you but he's not much of a touchy guy. Especially if you two were still fresh into the relationship.

He'd much prefer you ask beforehand. Most of the time he'll say no as I see him as someone who needs something to do the majority of the day and he cannot allow himself to relax.

However once he gets more comfortable into the relationship then he might finally agree to let yourself rest on his lap. It might be awkward for the both of you as Blade isn't making any attempts to hold you, his hands at his side but the more comfortable he gets the more relaxed he lets himself become and soon enough Kafka or Silverwolf may find him holding you close.

Hopefully this isn't too messy!! This has been sitting in my drafts as I struggle to find the time to continue writing it sorgipget.

The next post should be a Christmas Special of sorts :> (Hopefully)

[wonniesdoll]

locked up - yjw

MDNI 18+ ONLY! this is SMUT.

- this is my first time ever writing smut, so feedback is totally appreciated but pls be kind and lmk what you think :)

- english is not my first language! do lmk if you see any spelling mistakes hihi.

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warnings: female reader, throat fucking(f!receiving), chastity belt(f!receiving), anal play(f!receiving) reader can be picked up and carried, hair can be grabbed, "you" pov, vaginal pleasure denial? is there a word for this idk!! degrading word! (slut) used on reader, jungwon is readers bf and they are kinky! reader is desperate but super into what's going on

umm.. this is my first smut so lmk what else i should add here since idrk how tumblr etiquette works but lmk if i did anything wrong pls!

also how do you make text a different color without having it be underlined pls help me a girl is struggling! also sorry the layout is ugly i was struggling with all the editing omg but happy reading! if anyone has tips or anything for me or wants to be friends even plsplsplps slide into my dms I'm so nice!!!

it starts here!

an irritated whine rips out of your throat as your boyfriend, jungwon, puts the stupid, stupid chastity belt on you. the one he's been threatening to put on you as a punishment since.. well, for a long time. but today is when you managed to make him snap.

finally.

the action of him going through with putting you in the chastity belt proves to frustrate you even more, the cage encasing your throbbing pussy into an evil metal cage.

specifically designed to deny you pleasure.

"shut up, brat." he angrily mutters, his hands working harshly to secure the belt as you squirm on the bed.

"I'll be good from now on, i swear!!" another whine of protest slips out, and you immediately draw back seeing the way Jungwon's eyes narrow at you when he hears your voice once more.

"I told you earlier, baby. sluts like you don't deserve pleasure. pleasure is for good girls." he says, fastening the belt for the last time and securing the it with a small padlock before pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork, key in hand.

you're prettily sprawled out and squirming underneath him, naked, just how he likes it. your soft skin is glowing underneath the faint streams of evening sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your desperate, pathetically adorable body.

"I'm sorry for touching myself without your permission, but isn't this a bit too harsh? a chastity belt, really?" you complain diligently, still wanting to stay on his good side for the sake of your throbbing pussy.

Jungwon simply grins in response, his dimples making an appearance and melting your heart despite your uncontrollable horniness as the chastity belt restricts you.

"i told you, no cumming for a week. how am i supposed to know you won't try to get that desperate pussy off while I'm away, hm?"

his catlike eyes glance down at the chastity belt, a metal one he had ordered to be perfectly fit for your pretty body. he smirks again before stuffing the key into his pocket and shuffling a bit further away to admire you even more.

"i won't! please just take it off, Wonnie.." you whimper, begging softly, wanting nothing more than to jump on top of him and ride his thick, hard dick until you both pass out.

"if you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened, you brat." he grins as he comes closer to your figure on the bed, languidly sliding his hand down the chastity belt, right where he knows your slit is dripping and quivering.

so wet. so ready for him. so naughty.

you watch him with dilated pupils. dirty, vile thoughts running through your pretty little head as he continues his teasing ministrations.

your breath hitches when his hand suddenly slips lower, tracing along the metal ring that presents your other hole to him. the forbidden one.

that's right. not only does Jungwon's punishment include denying you of your own pleasure for a week, it also includes him taking you anally, since he sure as hell isn't going to suffer through a week of no sex because of your bratty behavior.

"do you remember the rules i explained earlier, baby?" your boyfriend asks, his pretty fingers circling around your puckered hole as he watches your facial expressions carefully.

he loves you after all, and he wants to make sure you're not uncomfortable throughout this entire encounter.

"yes i do. you're not touching my pussy for a week, nor am i allowed to. you'll satisfy yourself by using my ass or my mouth." you obediently repeat the rules back to him, eyes lighting up at the smile on his face at the sight of you being so good.

"that's a good girl." he praises you, his finger dragging some of the slick on your inner thigh before lazily falling back to your asshole, which he begins teasing with that very same finger.

you jolt in surprise, trying your best to relax as you sink into the pillows, a faint whimper escaping you at the feeling of his fingertip stretching your ass out slightly as it begins tipping into you. the heels of your feet dig into the mattress slightly as you focus on the delicious feeling.

your eyes land on the bulge that can easily be seen in his sweatpants. he's been achingly hard ever since he got home, expecting to see his sweet, cute girlfriend readily waiting at the door to be able to greet him with a kiss and a hug like usually.

yet, all he was met with when he tiredly walked in after a long day of recording and practice, was a dark house along with faint moans coming from your shared bedroom.

upon further inspection, Jungwon had found you, wearing only one of his shirts. the fabric of the white cotton was draping onto your thighs as you rode a pillow. his pillow. there was a blissful look on your face as you chased your high with closed eyes and an open mouth, sweet little moans slipping from your lips as you called out for your boyfriend while having absolutely no idea that he was watching you from the doorway.

that's how you ended up in this predicament in the first place, now having little to no say in what would be done to you during the oncoming week. and you couldn't be more turned on at the thought.

the thought of Jungwon using you for his pleasure while simultaneously denying all of your needs made your pussy unbelievably wet, little droplets of your essence already leaking through the slit of the chastity belt, staining the silver metal in your juices.

you opened your legs a bit wider for him to get a good look at the sight of his finger sliding in and out of your exposed asshole, the metal ring almost serving as a guide for where exactly to train your eyes to have the best view.

"f-fuck.." you bite back a moan. anal had always been something you'd been into, and it's only recently that you brought it up with Jungwon, who was more than happy to help you indulge in your desires.

"language." you jolt when your boyfriend slaps your inner thigh sternly, yet softly. his tone isn't angry, it's a warning.

"sorry, wonnie.." you smile sheepishly as he continues to gently stretch your asshole with his fingers.

one finger, then two, then three. at this point you're a blubbering mess. uncontrollably moaning as your chest rises and falls rapidly while he fingers your asshole with a smirk on his face. "wonnie please.." you beg softly, your sweet eyes pleading with him.

"not a chance, baby." the man simply grins at you before reaching over and grabbing an adorable buttplug off the bedside table. it's metal, it has a base with a pink, heart shaped jewel that perfectly matches some of the other cute pink pieces of lingerie Jungwon buys you all the time.

he coats it in a layer of your slick that's leaked out of the slit in the chastity belt before carefully slipping it into your tight asshole, presumably to keep you nice and stretched for when he wants to use you there, which you absolutely couldn't wait for.

"please, not even anal? you really won't even fuck my ass? i need it wonnie.. please." you beg softly, wanting nothing more than to have your boyfriend's pretty cock sliding in and out of you while you moan into his mouth.

"no. you don't deserve to be touched by me right now, you've been bad." Jungwon huffs in response, making sure the buttplug is fit snugly inside of your tight little ass. his hand comes down to leave a smack on the skin of your plush ass, grabbing a handful and spreading your cheeks to get a good look at the buttplug inside you and the metal ring which would allow him to use your ass at all times if he so wished to.

his eyes then moved upwards, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he trains his gaze onto the metal slab encasing your pussy. your tight, sweet wetness. he lets out a small, audible groan at the sight of the amount of essence dripping out of the slit in the middle of the chastity belt, imagining how good your tight pussy would feel right now, skilfully gripping his aching cock as you whimpered his name.

he shakes away the thoughts, wanting to stay strong and true to the discipline he has planned for you, finally allowing his eyes to peer even higher and to look at your desperate, adorable face.

your pupils are completely dilated, your beautiful tits moving up and down with the deep breaths you take as you look deep into his eyes with the most desperate expression he's ever seen on you.

"please?" you plead innocently.

fuck.

fuck.

Jungwon could smack himself in the face in frustration, his cock twitching at the sound of your sweet voice, sounding so pathetic. so pretty. so perfect. He wanted nothing more than to rip that chastity belt off you and to bury himself deep inside your wonderful pussy for all eternity.

but he didn't. he wouldn't.

"No. Now stop whining and get on your knees." his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers as you rush to kneel in front of him.

Jungwon smirks down at you as he pulls his hard cock out of his sweats, eyes trained on your desperate face.

your own eyes are locked on Jungwon's hard cock. the shape of his mushroom tip, each vein, each barely noticable ridge completely engraved in your mind.

you were a slut for cock. you were an absolute whore for your boyfriend's cock, though.

The man in question stands tall in front of you, grabbing the base of his cock and hissing softly as he strokes himself a few times, his free hand reaching towards your hair to grip it, gently pulling your face closer to the twitching muscle as you breathe out in contentment.

"suck." he commands, slapping his achingly hard cock onto your cheek twice.

you don't have to be told again, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue around his pink tip, savoring the taste of the precum that's been dribbling out since he got home.

a small moan escapes you just as Jungwon groans in satisfaction, leaning back against the wall as he watches you slowly work your way down his cock.

you look up into his eyes, making eye contact as you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head.

the sight above you belongs in a magazine, or on the wall of a museum, maybe it even deserves to be displayed on one of gigantic building's screens in time square.

jungwon is looking down at you, the same intensity in his eyes that's undoubtedly being mirrored back to him as you suck him off how he likes it. his lips are parted as he groans, waiting for the perfect moment..

it's when you finally ease his cock into your willing, tight throat that jungwon knows it's okay for him to retake control. so he does.

you moan softly around his cock as both hands trail down, gripping your hair tightly, yet gently.

"tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, yeah?" he whispers, stroking your hair affectionately before his expression hardens and he stands up a bit straighter.

you can barely nod due to his tight grip, but you both understand it. you're ready.

with that, he takes control. his hands are swiftly tangled into your hair as he thrusts forward slowly, burying his length deep into your throat and letting out what's possibly the sluttiest moan you've ever heard from a man.

you're no different, trying to trail your hand down to rub your clit before the realization sets in. you're locked. caged up. your poor clit and hole completely off limits.

you're not sure if you tear up because of the thought that you can't get off, or because of the fact that the tip of Jungwon's cock keeps slamming against the back of your throat, but you quickly focus on relaxing your throat once more, trying not to choke too much as your boyfriend fucks your face, smirking when he sees you remember the chastity belt.

"aw, my poor little slut." he grins devilishly, driving his throbbing cock in and out of your throat. "can't even get off without me, hm?" he smirks at the way you look right now.

there's an almost dollike expression on your face. to him at least. your pupils are completely dilated as you try to keep eye contact with him, there's a bunch of drool running down the corner of your mouth, and dripping down your face and onto your pretty tits, the mixture of your saliva, tears, and his precum making him twitch in your throat.

Mmm," he hums, his hips undulating in a rhythm that matches his moans. His left hand lets go of your hair, now trailing down, he gropes your breast, squeezing and pinching one of your sensitive, hardened nipples. his thrusts don't slow down at all as he lazily plays with your tits while fucking your throat.

"fuck. I'm close." jungwon warns, his hips not stilling at all as he pistons in and out of your willing mouth. you're all too turned on right now, and he can tell by the way your arousal is leaking from the slit in the chastity belt and onto the floor while you choke on his cock.

the mere thought of you being so turned on yet so helpless makes his vision go white as his orgasm washes over him. his hips twitch uncontrollably as he shoots his load deep into your throat. his hands are now both gripping your head tightly as he keeps you right where he wants- no. where he needs you as he fills your throat with his pearly cum while moaning out.

he groans out, his hips jerking violently as he empties his cum down your throat. "Swallow." he commands, his grip tightening in your hair.

and you? you couldn't be happier. your own eyes roll back as you feel his cum invade your body. the way he's holding you down so tightly, his cock absolutely enveloped by your throat as he cums down it. you obediently swallow around him, the feeling of your throat convulsing around his length making him let out another deep groan.

your nose is buried into his neatly trimmed pubic hair as he holds you there for a few more seconds. he then pumps in and out of your mouth twice to ride out his high before finally pulling out, allowing you to catch your breath.

you pant, looking up at him with teary eyes and a messy face. "i swallowed.." you inform him in a timid tone, suddenly feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

"I know," he smirks, his hand moving to stroke your cheek gently while you open your mouth to show him you really did swallow all the cum he spilled inside. "such a good girl."

you look up at him pleadingly, whimpering softly. "please, wonnie.. it's not enough!" you complain once more, tugging on the stupid chastity belt in frustration.

Jungwon giggles softly, taking his pants and boxers off completely before leaning down to pick you up and take you into his arms, carrying you to the bed with ease.

you relax as he lays you down on the bed on your back, taking another good luck at your pretty little plugged up asshole, the ring around it making it even prettier.

he's always liked jewelry on you, after all.

his hand trails down and he strokes his throbbing cock once more, cursing softly when he realizes he's still achingly hard for you.

you whimper once more, spreading your legs a bit more and pulling them up to your chest, showing off my caged pussy and the jewel on the hilt of the buttplug.

"wonnie please.. just want your cock in me. I'll be a good girl, i swear. please?" you beg pathetically, tears now dripping down your sweet face due to the sheer frustration you felt at your needy pussy being so neglected. he wouldn't even touch your ass?

Jungwon simply smirks, cooing at you before leaning over you to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue as his hands trail down your body, resting on your tits as your legs wrap around his waist.

the tip of his cock leaks precum all over your caged pussy, the metal now coated in small spurts and smears of the pearly essence.

he kisses you a bit more, tongue exploring your mouth as one of his hands slide from groping your pretty tits to your hips before finding its way between your legs to gently tug the buttplug out.

you draw in a sharp breath at the intensity of his actions, a shiver running down your spine as he leans down to whisper in your ear as you feel the buttplug gently being pulled out of you.

"are you ready for me, baby..?"

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*screams internally* if u read to here idk i just planted a fat kiss on ur forehead mwah ily and I'm making an introduction post soon SO STAY TUNEDDDD

[afraidofbee]

Thanks for your response for Mephistopheles. I get that on surface level, he seems like if you swap color pallet on Luci with Barney the Dinosaur but a bit more "stuck up, noble rich boy on first glance in Ouran High School Host Club episode" vibe. But like you, I decided to give him and others a chance and I GOT EYES STUCK ON HIM THE SAME LEVEL AS LUCI AND BARB! I have another User here that explained him better from the OG and bit of NB lore from last year, so I'll leave a link here: https://maddymoreau.tumblr.com/post/717214068185890816/mephistopheles-discussionanalysis

I've also learned more from him in the NB earlier lesson(which I cannot spoil anything between 13 and 40.) I REALLY hope that more people would give him and others like Thirteen and Raphael another chance. There SO much more underneath these characters despite barely having some screen time after the second batch. (AKA Dia, Barb, Simeon, Luke, Solo.) I hope that they'll all grow onto us and becomes Dateables in the future.

Thx for asking me, and sharing the post! Love it!

I am sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes, I hope I am not too difficult to understand (English isn’t my first language)

Mephistopheles is really interesting and have a good character development. In the og obey me (for me) he is like Lucifer, Barbatos and Diavolo combine but exaggerated (he’s prideful and have a similar haircut as Lucifer, he’s loyal and diligent as Barbatos, and last but not least he live a shelter life and born with a responsibility as diavolo), at first I think he will be a comic relief but obey me nightbringer prove me wrong.

All the new side characters (Mephisto, Thriteen and Raphael) deserved more time on screen indeed (and become dateables), we could know more about Mephisto in nigthbringer but the other two feel like filler characters ‘ > ‘ (all of them have my interest and attention as well)

In Solomon case I can say he grown on me so much in nightbringer. But Diavolo, Barbatos and Simeon lore or development was limited to devilgram story, I feel disappointed but I understand this two first season was to reintroduce the brothers and present the antagonist(?)

I think the side character will continue growing on more people in the future, they’re charismatic and fascinating. There is already artists and writers making wonderful art or writing about them (eg. I’m little obsessed with “Drawing Raphael Daily until he Becomes Dateable” (///￣ ᵕ ￣///) all their post are full of creativity and cuteness)

All we have left is pray to the devs have mercy and decide to explore the story of this interesting character (love the brothers but give the spotlight to the dateables (including mephisto, thrirteen and raphael) and show us Michael ૮꒰ྀི∩' ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა)

And for my son/little brother/chihuahua I hope solmare don’t make him sad, he deserves have a happy childhood, pls.

[rabbitblackx]

HII I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOUR BLOG IT'S SO PRETTY AND COOL :)) May i request ? If you're not okay with this, you can always delete or not answer or say it to me, it's okay !

Can i get à hoody, Toby and Liu with a french S/o that curse and insults in french so no one knows ? Like pls our insults are creative asf, we deserve an oscar

AHHH THANK U THATS SO NICE!💕💕 and ofc I’m okay with it it’s a great ask!!

Creepypastas with a French!Reader that curses in their language

Includes: Hoody, Toby Rogers and Homicidal Liu

German!Reader version:

Hoody💖

Hoody always tried to speak French to you. Of course, he always butchered your language but at least he was trying. You actually thought it was quite cute. If he tried to say things to you and failed, you would giggle and bop him playfully on the mask/nose. You then corrected him, going through each syllable and vowel with him so he could perfect it. If Hoody were a cartoon, the red eyes on his mask would magically turn into hearts. You made him feel some type of way✨

You, Hoody and Masky were all on a mission together. Masky was getting real grumpy with you, bossing you about and snapping at you. Part of you just thought he was a bit jealous, having his good friend all sweet on you. But at the same time you were getting real huffy back

Masky ended up leaving the two of you, walking ahead and venturing through the woods by himself. As you walked side by side with Hoody, you muttered French curses under your breath

“What was that?” Hoody asked gently, looking over to you in the dark

“Rien.” You grumbled

You both continued to follow Masky through the woods, keeping a small distance

“That means ‘nothing’, right?” Hoody asked again

You smiled to yourself, “oui.” You nodded

“Are yer sure? Thought I heard you say something.” He replied

You sighed, cursing yourself now in French. “It’s just Tim. He’s just a bit moody tonight.” You said quietly

“Don’t take it personal.” Hoody said, feeling for your hand in the dark. “He’s just like that sometimes. He’ll apologise later.”

You felt gloved fingers entwine with your own, holding your hand as gravel crunched under two sets of shoes

While at the mansion, if you were to make a mistake in the kitchen or hurt yourself or something, you always yelled out French curses. Hoody tried to act like it wasn’t completely adorable, biting back a smile as he asked if you were okay

Jeff and Toby made fun of your accent a lot. They weren’t being serious, just bantering and teasing. But damn, did they shut up when you clapped back. The roasts you said in English were hilarious, and they didn’t even wanna know what you said to them when it was in French

Watching you do this, was actually one of the first times Hoody realised he loved you. That and how romantic and sweet you could be to him

Toby Rogers💖

Toby always mimicked or imitated your accent. He wasn’t trying to be mean about it. He was just doing it because he liked you and thought you were cool

Toby was constantly asking you how to say certain words or sentences in French. Usually they were rather crude, or just plain swear words. But sometimes he was cute and asked for genuine phrases

You both sat facing each other crosslegged on his bed, your shoes laying on the already messy floor. Toby parroted what you just said in French, failing miserably. You giggled and shook your head, but he was full convinced he was right. He continued to butcher certain words, saying complete gibberish. Your shoulders shook as you tried to contain your laughter. This only encouraged Toby, and he kept on talking and talking (and talking). You yanked his mask down and placed a finger to his lips, trying to shush him up

“Non, non, cherie.” You purred with a chuckle. This surprisingly actually piped him down a bit, making his shoulders droop as he gazed into your eyes dreamily. “That is not how you say it.” You uttered flirtatiously

“Okay.” Toby slurred back, seemingly under your spell

He always thought it was funny as shit when you cussed in French. Whether you hit your arm on a doorway or realised you forgot something, you cursed to yourself in your language. Toby giggled every time, since he actually knew those words (wondered why)

You often watched Toby play video games with the others in the living room. You were behind the couch, leaning over his shoulder as your eyes were glued to the screen. Toby and Jeff sat next to each other, a controller in each hand. BEN sat on the floor, gaming with them as well. He was also winning by a landslide

“Come on, boys. BEN is whipping your butts.” You said

“Like to see you play this game!” Jeff blurted, mashing buttons while not looking away from the tv

“Hmph,” you huffed, muttering something in French under your breath

Toby giggled at that, recognising the cuss words

“What? What’d they say?” Jeff asked, trying not to get distracted from the game

Cartoonish explosions and laser noises came from the tv as BEN’s character threw a projectile at Jeff’s

“Oh, rain.” Toby snickered back

A smile tugged at your lips as you rolled your eyes

“It’s actually pronounced ‘rein’, mon cherie.”

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu was always trying to impress you. He thought your accent was so sexy. He was smitten! He listened intently on what you said and then would try to speak French later, in a boyish attempt to ‘woo’ you. If he made a mistake, you corrected him, stroking his brown hair playfully. Liu’s entire stitched up face would go completely red

“Oh.” He rasped, dumbfounded at his mistake and your advances

His eyes were wide and glassy as you fixed up his messy bangs, smiling gently at him

“It’s okay, cher. I think it’s cute.” You purred

Liu’s knees nearly buckled. He was definitely gonna brag about this to Jeff later

Speaking of Jeff, the man teased you often. He was probably just jealous that Liu had a healthy, normal relationship. ‘Cause god knew he could never have one

When Jeff gave you a snarky comment or teased you about your ‘funny’ accent, you placed your hands on your hips and gave him a smug grin. You then said some dastardly comeback in your native tongue, making Liu burst into laughter

While helping others with cooking and stuff in the kitchen, mistakes were made sometimes. One of your silly little habits was cussing out in French

Cut yourself while chopping up tomatoes? “Merde!” Hit your funny bone on the edge of the counter? “Bon dieu!”

Liu was always racing over to make sure you were okay, looking over your bloody finger or bruised arm. He couldn’t help but smirk though, thinking you blurting out French was cute

“What’re you smiling about?” You asked, rubbing the pain out of your injury

“Nothing,” Liu chuckled, a blush dusting across his cheeks. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He changed the subject

You smiled back, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his nose. The man’s blush only deepened, pulling you closer to him

“I’m fine, mon cherie.” You cooed

[daechwitatamic]

Chapter 15: Other Storms {Reprise} || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

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In which you overhear something you weren't meant to, and find solace in your safe place.

Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, soooooo many feelings like don’t say I didn’t warn you, the angst continues, explicit sex including: unprotected sex (this is fiction, your life is not), penetrative sex

Word Count: 4.5k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 15: Other Storms {Reprise}

Sunday, March 17th

You wake up before dawn, the light in Taehyung’s room a dim blue. 

Taehyung’s room.

Fuck.

You roll to look at him. He’s asleep, peaceful, one arm stretched towards you as he breathes in and out with the slightest whistle. He’s beautiful. You want to press yourself against him again, reassure yourself that he’s real and solid. If you were to reach out and touch him right now, it would probably wake him up a little. He would probably wrap his arms around you, pull you in close, make you feel safe, and loved.

You had woken up feeling happy for the first time in months and now you’re faced with reality so quickly: nothing has changed. Nothing is different now than twenty-four hours ago.

You’re aching, suddenly, the urge to touch him overwhelming. You can't do it; it will only crack your heart open even more.

You're sobbing without warning. It's the kind of crying that you can't control; the sobs crawl up your throat, your ribs heave and shudder, fingers tear at the sheets. You're trying to muffle the gasps and shuddering exhales that escape your open mouth by pressing your face into the mattress. Your eyes squeeze shut and your knees instinctively come up to curl you into a protective fetal position.

Get it together, you think, frantically, even as you gasp against the sudden onslaught of tears, get it together or you’ll wake him up.

You manage to breathe, the tears slowing, and when you're able you lift your face from the mattress, looking at him again. What are your options right now? Wake him up, or wait until he wakes up in the morning? What would happen then? Would he think that sleeping with him meant you wanted to try to get back together? Would he regret giving in, would he go back to being hateful? You can’t decide which would be worse. 

Besides, you think, as tears continue to leak from the corners of your eyes, dripping silently down onto the sheets beneath you, what’s different now? Even if he woke up and stayed perfectly neutral and wanted to have a reasonable conversation - a fantasy scenario if you’ve ever had one - what’s different now than when you broke up? 

You still think it can only end in pain - isn’t this proof of that, right now? Being together will only hurt you both. You still can’t promise him anything, still can’t agree to be his girlfriend, still can’t get over yourself enough to give him what he deserves. 

So what’s the point.

You slide out of the bed and start hunting for your clothes on the ground as quietly as possible. You slide open the drawers of his bureau and take a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie; you’ll send them back to the house with Kiko next time she goes to visit Yoongi. You’ll even wash them first, as an apology. But now you won’t have to walk home, alone, through a frigid March morning, in a dress that your father would have never approved of.

The heels might be a bit of a problem.

You stop in the bathroom and change into the stolen clothes, pulling your hair into a ponytail and using hot water and soap to wash the makeup from under your eyes. When you feel like you look human, if not like a functional human, you head downstairs. You check your phone on the way and find that Bridget had texted you around 2:30 in the morning that she was going back to campus with some girls from school. “Hope ur ok up there,” she wrote.

Your plan is to hang out in the living room until it’s light enough to start walking. But to your surprise, the living room isn’t empty. 

You stop dead in your tracks when you see Jimin standing at the front window, his arms crossed. He turns when he hears you on the stairs, and then his face goes stony. 

“Taehyung’s not awake?” he asks, his voice deceptively light. 

You shake your head. “Still asleep.”

He eyes the bundle of last night’s dress and your high heels that you’re carrying. “You leaving?”

“I was going to wait for it to get a little lighter out,” you say. Your voice sounds fucked up. You’re sure your face is puffy, too.

Jimin takes all of this in silently. You know he’s protective of Taehyung, nearly to a fault. You’re sure there’s a lot he wants to say to you right now.

Carefully, Jimin says, “Don’t you think you owe him a conversation?”

“I can’t do this right now,” you tell him. “I can’t do the lecture. I’m hungover, I’m running on maybe three hours of sleep, and my fucking heart is broken, okay? If you have something to say to me about this, I need you to do it another day.”

You’re already crying again. You want to go home and sleep for thirteen hours so you can function like a person again. 

Jimin considers this. “Come on,” he says, reaching for his keys on the hook by the door.

“What?” you utter, completely lost.

“You’re not walking home in those,” he says, nodding at the shoes in your hand. “If you promise me you’ll talk to Taehyung later, when you’re rested, I’ll drive you home.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you say immediately. “I walked here in them, I can do it again.”

“Y/N,” he says patiently. “It’s like four in the morning. Let me drive you home.”

In the end, you do, sniffling silently in his passenger seat like a fool the whole way to campus. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally tell him, as he pulls up in front of your dorm. “I’m not trying to hurt him more. I’m trying not to do that.”

“Just talk to him,” Jimin says. “You promised.”

Inside, you head straight to the shower, letting the hot water wash away last night’s makeup, the smell of alcohol, and the feeling of Taehyung’s hands on your body. You braid your wet hair and change into your own pajamas and climb into bed.

Before you go to sleep, you send -

[4:41 AM] You: Taehyung, I’m so sorry for leaving

[4:41 AM] You: It just felt like the least complicated option

[4:42 AM] You: if you want to talk later… i’m willing

When you wake back up around two in the afternoon, he hasn’t answered.

He never does.

Friday, March 22nd

Bridget comes down with a cold and Kiko’s with Yoongi, so you find yourself on your own for Friday night.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” you ask her as you get dressed to go out. “I can stay in. We could watch movies.”

“I just want to sleep,” she tells you. “Go have fun. Talk to someone. Be nice.”

“I don’t want to be nice,” you pretend to pout.

You decide to go into town and have just a drink and then come home again. That’s the plan, you tell yourself on your ride out to the bar.

You’re a little earlier than the rowdier crowd - which, yes, mostly comes from your campus - so you actually find a seat at the bar, which is a nice change. You’re ordered something you can sip on when you notice a familiar face on the other side. It’s not Taehyung, thank god.

It’s Jungkook. And he looks fucking pissed.

You pick up your drink and head over there without thinking, sliding into the seat next to him.

“Jungkook, hi,” you say, nudging his knee to get his attention. “Are you okay?”

He turns to look at you, brows knitted together. “Hi,” he says flatly. 

You’re taken aback by this, but you have a pretty good guess why he’s so worked up. “Did you fight with Tae again?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “It’s nothing.” But you can tell by the tapping of his foot under his seat, the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw: whatever happened before he got here, he’s mad.

You gesture around the mostly empty bar. “Now’s a good time to talk about it, if you want to. I’m here by myself, too.”

He considers this. Then he says, “Fine, fuck it. I’ve had just enough to drink that I’ll give in. We can be mad at him together!”

You decide not to mention that Taehyung is mad at you, not the other way around. 

“He’s such a child. I’m just so fucking tired of having to hide the parts of my life that are a result of the crash,” he says. “I can’t talk about it when my leg hurts. I can’t talk about it when I don’t feel like going to physical therapy after classes. I can’t talk about it when my dance crew wins without me and gets on television. It’s such bullshit.”

“Everyone’s really protective of him,” you agree quietly. 

Jungkook makes a noise of frustration. “I get it,” he tells you. “I know he blames himself for everything, and everyone is trying to keep that in check. But I’m allowed to be mad that it happened, and I’m allowed to be mad at the consequences. It doesn’t mean I’m mad at him. I made the choice to get in that car. We all knew the road conditions that night.”

“That’s fair,” you say.

“When Taehyung takes it so personally every time,” he tries to explain, “it keeps the rest of us walking on eggshells and pretending nothing’s wrong when I’m fucking furious.”

“It stops you from processing it, too, to deny it like that,” you say quietly. “That’s not good for anyone.”

Jungkook slumps with relief, like even through his whole tirade, part of him expected you to take Taehyung’s side. And in your own way, you still are.

“Jungkook,” you say gently, “have you ever said this to Taehyung?”

“Of course I have,” he blusters.

“No,” you say. “Not when you’re in the middle of fighting, not when either of you have been drinking, not when you’re worked up or in passing. Have you ever sat down together with him and told him the things you just told me?”

“No,” he mutters.

“I think Taehyung needs to hear you say it,” you say. “That you don’t blame him - that you made your own choices. He probably needs to hear you say that your anger can exist without it meaning you hold anything against him. And he might need to hear it more than once, Jungkook. Imagine if you had been driving that night - would you really forgive yourself?”

He swirls his drink around his glass. His silence answers you for him.

“Cool down - give him time to cool down,” you advise. “Then talk to him. He’s a pretty understanding person.”

Jungkook looks sideways at you. “Yeah, he’s a pretty forgiving person, too, I’ve heard.”

You flush. You liked this better when you weren’t talking about your issues. 

“Why are you even helping us, anyway?” he asks as an afterthought. “Aren’t you two not speaking?”

You flop backwards in your seat dramatically. “He’s not speaking to me,” you say. “That’s not the same as ‘we aren’t speaking’.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he points out.

“Because,” you say with a sigh. “That’s what you do for the people you care about.”

Saturday, March 23rd 

[10:11 AM] Taehyung: hey

[10:12 AM] Taehyung: apparently i owe you a thank you for talking to Jungkook

You stare at the screen in shock. Then you type quickly.

[10:14 AM] You: omg im so happy he actually talked to you

[10:15 AM] You: are you two all good now? did you work a lot of it out?

Your phone buzzes in your hand - a facetime call. You take a second to remove the goofy-ass smile that takes over your face, trying to look more chill. Your heart is singing in your chest. 

“Hey,” he says. “Thanks for picking up. It’s just a lot to type.”

“Sure,” you say. “No problem. So you guys talked it out?”

“Yeah,” he says. It looks like he’s home, in his bed still. “We talked at breakfast this morning. He said a lot of stuff that… I guess I knew, but I think it still needed to come from him, not from the other guys talking for him, you know?”

“That makes sense,” you say.

Taehyung sighs. “Anyway, he told me he ran into you last night and that you told him he should just talk to me about it. So… thanks. Thanks for telling him that - it was the right call.”

“I’m glad he listened,” you say. 

“Y/N,” he says, kind of uneasily, and the singing in your chest shuts up fast, “The thing is, I don’t understand why you’re helping us when you clearly still hate me.”

“What do you mean I hate you?” you demand. Nothing could be further from the truth.

“You walked out on me,” he says, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. “You fucked me and then left me. Do you have any idea how fucking small I felt when I woke up and you weren’t there?”

There it is. 

Your heart breaks, as it has again and again since February. You feel like a monster whose only skill is to destroy. 

But now you have the chance to make it at least a little right. 

“I’m so sorry, Taehyung,” you tell him. You get up, slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your key-card. You want some privacy for this part. Out in the hallway, which is empty, you say, “I feel like… I feel like I owe you the truth, after everything I’ve put you through. Even if it sucks for me to say it.”

You make your way to the staircase at the end of the hall; everyone on your floor takes the elevator, so you’re guaranteed some privacy here. You sit down on the very top concrete step. Taehyung watches you from your screen, waiting. 

You take a deep breath. “I woke up next to you, and I just couldn’t stop crying. Like, I couldn’t get it together, to the point I was scared I’d wake you up,” you admit. 

He frowns, but you push on. “I was just laying there looking at you and getting slammed with how much… how much I still feel everything for you, and the knowledge that I still can’t give you what you want - what you deserve. And the guilt, too, that I had hurt you - that no matter what I did right then, even if I stayed until you woke up - I would just hurt you more.”

Taehyung is silent, eyes steady on you, just listening.

“I couldn’t calm down,” you explain. “I needed to…. I needed to not be laying next to you, you know? I couldn’t do it, it hurt too bad. I’m sorry - I’m so sorry I hurt you again. If you want me to leave you alone, I will, if that’s how I can prove I won’t do it again.”

Your eyes are full again, and you think Taehyung’s blinking an awful lot too, but you don’t call him out on it. “I’m sorry,” you repeat weakly. It’s all you have to offer. 

“Okay,” he says finally, voice a little tight. “Thanks for the explanation, I guess. And thanks for talking to Jungkook.”

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, but somehow it still feels like I’m sorry as it comes off your tongue.

Saturday, April 14th

You don’t hear from Taehyung again over the next two weeks. You go to class, you go to tutoring, you go out with Bridget when she asks. It all seems rather rote. 

When she asks you and Kiko to go with her to a party in the Suites - apartment-style dorms with kitchenettes, exclusively for seniors - you actually don’t argue. Part of you hopes you will see Taehyung there. Your last conversation left you hopeful that maybe you could coexist on campus without any ugliness.

You don’t let yourself hope for a single thing more.

Upon arriving, sometime before midnight, a quick scan of the kitchen and living room space tells you that no one is here that you even recognize. You let Bridget lead you into one of the three bedrooms, where you join a drinking game called Thumper. It’s a funny game, meant to be silly, so when you make your way back to the kitchen for another beer after three rounds, you’ve still got a smile on your face, a remnant of laughter not yet melted away.

It’s gotten a lot busier since you girls arrived, and people come in and out of the adjoining bedrooms in groups and clusters. You pause by a group of girls you know, and get pulled into their conversation - some drama with their neighbors down the hall. You’re standing there when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Still listening to the girl speaking, you slip it out of your pocket and glance at it. It’s not a text - it’s a notification from your weather app.

“Oh,” you say, surprised. “Is it supposed to storm? I just got an alert.”

“Yeah,” one of the girls tells you. “We’re supposed to have some bad storms roll through tonight. My parents’ house actually has a tornado watch.”

“Shit,” you murmur, putting your phone away. That’s when you see Taehyung, on the couch next to his friend Namjoon. They’re playing a video game, and Taehyung is holding a beer between his knees while his hands work the controller. He notices you too, and when you make eye contact, he gives you a friendly nod.

Coexistence.

You head back in to find Bridget and Kiko. They’re sitting next to each other on the end of someone’s bed, so you join them. Someone is telling the story of an unpleasant email exchange they had with their Professor over a missing assignment, and you lean against Kiko’s shoulder, listening. 

Beside you, Kiko glances at her phone and tries to shrug out from under you. “I think I’m gonna go…” she murmurs.

You frown at her, exaggerated. “Are you leaving us?” you cry, pretending to be devastated. “For Yoongi?”

“Obviously,” she teases, standing.

“Unacceptable,” you tell her. She’s starting to head towards the kitchen, which has the door to the hallway, so you follow her, intent on annoying her until she’s completely out of your sight. As you two pass through the doorway back into the kitchen, you hear a voice you recognize. You freeze on instinct, and Kiko pauses beside you.

Taehyung’s back is to you and beyond him, facing you, is Davis.

“Heard you finally dumped Y/N,” Davis is saying to him. You feel your entire body go hot and cold at the same time, your pulse suddenly roaring in your ears. You can’t feel your feet. You aren’t sure they’re still there. You feel like time has frozen, like no one else is in the room, as he continues speaking. “Congrats, bro. She’s a good lay, but beyond that, she’s just not worth it.”

Davis meets your eyes then, over Taehyung’s shoulder. His face gives you nothing - no remorse, no embarrassment, not even a flicker of surprise. 

She’s just not worth it.

You’re moving without making the decision to move, pushing past everyone in the kitchen and flying through the front door. There’s a cacophony of noise behind you as the door slams shut, but you ignore it, heading for the stairs at the end of the hall. You can’t even hold still long enough to wait for an elevator. 

Your feet are moving, but your mind is blank. 

Just not worth it.

The night presses in around you as you walk. The clouds hang low and heavy, but you don’t notice them at all. You don’t make a decision on where to go or what to do, but somehow you find yourself on the paved trail that leads to your spot. You don’t care that it’s night, you don’t care that it’s threatening to rain, you don’t care that the trails are technically closed.

Not worth it.

As you make the left to leave the paved path and onto the dirt walking trails, stepping over the barrier that gets locked at night, your phone is buzzing incessantly in your pocket. You glance at the screen - you’ve got missed calls and texts from both Kiko and Bridget, texts from two of the girls you’d been talking to earlier that night, and four missed calls from Taehyung.

[1:22 AM] Kiko✌️: where did you go?????

[1:22 AM] Kiko✌️: are you okay

[1:25 AM] Kiko✌️: pls answer us, we’ll sit with u

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[1:23 AM] Briiiiig: baaaabe holy shit!!!!!

[1:26 AM] Briiiiig: kiks and i r looking 4 u where r u??

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[1:31 AM] Maria: Y/N are you okay?? Did you get hurt?

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[1:44 AM] Ava: Campo are looking for Taehyung so if u see him tell him to stay off campus

-

You put your phone away without answering any of them. You barely register what they say. 

She’s just not worth it.

This is the truth, and someone finally said it. 

Your phone buzzes again - Kiko, calling - and you turn it off. You sit on your bench, legs bouncing with adrenaline, your face in your hands. The wind blows strongly around you, shaking the branches of the trees above you, the tall grass of the shoreline, making the pond slosh with waves. Far in the distance, there’s a rumble of thunder, so faint it might just be a truck passing on the road.

This is the truth you’d been toying with, something you were afraid to give credence to. You are leaveable. You’re not worth - any of it: not worth staying for, not worth sacrificing for, not worth fighting for, not worth loving. 

You know it, Davis knows it, and he made sure Taehyung knew it too. 

That hurts; you’ve already done so much to push Taehyung away, you’ve already hurt him more than once. You kept him at a distance so he’d never see it himself, but Davis took care of it for you. Now Taehyung will know, despite all your efforts: you’re not worth it.

You hear two things at once - thunder, closer, insistent. And your name being shouted, further down the path, the way you came from.

You turn, and a figure forms out of the darkness. Who the fuck would even know to look for you here? You hear your name again, closer, and this time you recognize the voice. 

Taehyung approaches you, lit by his phone’s flashlight. He turns it off and lets his eyes adjust, seeming relieved to have found you. He’s a little out of breath. You just look at him. You don’t even feel happy to see him, or hopeful, or anything. You just feel empty.

He reaches out a hand wordlessly and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears under your eyes, then the palms of his hands to dry the tracks left on your cheeks.

“Don’t cry over him,” he says gruffly. “He’s a fucking piece of shit, he’s not worth it.”

“It’s not about him,” you try to say, but your voice cracks pathetically. You take a shuddering breath, but it doesn’t help at all. “It’s the fact that he’s right.”

“Are you kidding me?” He sounds pissed. You look up at him, surprised. It’s the first thing you’ve felt since you left the party. “You? Not worth it?” He stops, shakes his head. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and I live with Jungkook.”

You can’t laugh. Part of you wants to, but you just aren’t there yet.

“How did you know to come here?” you ask. Taehyung takes your hand and pulls you after him, starting to head back up the trail.

“You said it’s your thinking spot,” he reminds you. Above you, there’s a flash of lightning. “We’d better hurry,” he warns you, and you both hustle a little faster towards the end of the trail, where he must have parked his car.

You get to the car before the first raindrops fall, hitting the windshield with fat plops, before the deluge starts. While Taehyung drives, you turn your phone back on. You answer Bridget and Kiko with, “I’m with Taehyung.” That’s all they need to know; they’ll know you’re safe, with him. 

You don’t answer anyone else.

Taehyung’s energy changes noticeably as he drives. He taps the steering wheel anxiously, and the energy between you feels anxious, too.

“Taehyung?” you ask gently. “You okay?”

He looks at you, then back at the road. He doesn’t look like he’s okay, suddenly. He looks scared.

“I guess I better just tell you,” he says, deflating. “You’re going to find out anyway.”

Your belly squiggles with anxiety. “What?” you ask. “What happened?”

He sighs heavily. “I… sort of hit him.”

Your jaw drops. “You what?”

He presses his lips tight together. He looks like he’s dripping in shame, like a dog who got caught thieving from a garbage can. “I might have punched him in the mouth.”

“Oh, my god,” you say. You can’t think of anything else to say. “Taehyung!”

“I know!” he cries. “I know. It was just a reaction, I didn’t think. He said that shit and I just saw red.”

You don’t know how to react to this. “Taehyung,” you whisper. “That’s really nice.”

He turns to you, grinning, his whole demeanor changing. “It was nice of me to try and dislocate your ex-boyfriend’s jaw?”

Now, you do laugh. “It was nice of you to defend my honor. I feel like I should swoon or something.”

The rain is coming down hard, the windshield wipers on full speed. “Come back to the house?” he asks. “So I don’t have to drive out to campus and then back in this? You can sleep in my room - I’ll take a couch.”

You look over at him. You can’t believe he punched Davis. Violence is never the answer and all that shit but damn, you wish you had stayed long enough to see that. 

“I’ll go back to the house with you,” you tell him quietly. “We’ll figure out sleeping arrangements once we get there.”

--

Back in his room, in the familiar blue-tinted darkness, he faces you silently. You don't know who moves first- him, or you.

It doesn't matter. He presses a palm to your cheek so lightly it's barely there. You take his hand in yours, peel it away from your face. In the dark, in the silence, you press your lips gingerly against each bruised knuckle, one by one.

You press your lips to each new piece of bare skin that becomes available to you; his collarbone, his ribs, the inside of his wrist, anywhere you can find. He kisses you like he did the first time - slow, purposeful, his hands both in your hair.

When he sinks into you, you inhale a sharp breath, but it’s drowned out by the rumble of thunder. He fucks you slowly, eyes on your face as the room goes impossibly bright with flashes of lightning before leaving you both blind in the dark again. You keep your hands on his back, feeling every flexing muscle as you move together, as you meet his every stroke, as rain lashes at the windows like it wants inside. 

It’s intense - the howling wind of the storm, the swell of love you know you’re feeling, your joy at being with him, touching him, holding him again. You lean up to kiss him, a hand on the back of his neck, and you try to tell him everything you can. You think he’s telling you some things, too - in his kiss, in his fingers ghosting along your face, in the way he shelters you between his arms.

As you fall asleep tangled together, the thunder above the house sounds like God is speaking a long-forgotten language; syllable after syllable rolls through the sky, the meaning lost on the likes of man.

This time, you stay until morning. You stay until the sun comes up, bringing light to clear skies and Taehyung’s sleepy smile when he realizes you’re there.

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[seita]

― you’ve faked an orgasm. ˒ oikawa, atsumu, + sakusa.

genre: angst (?), fluff, suggestive

tags: cunniligus, mating press, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk

request: hello! can i request oikawa, atsumu and sakusa where they realize you faked an orgasm with them?

note: this is kind of more,,,,reassurance and soft??? idk what you intended the req to be but,,,,hopefully this was it.

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― tooru oikawa.

≻ he will be......hurt ≻ like he’ll wanna talk about it ≻ he’ll feel kind of???? ≻ embarrassed ig ≻ that you had to fake it ≻ pls talk to him and tell him what’s goin on ≻ he’ll ask why you didn’t tell him u weren’t feelin it ≻ like he’s always down to help u ≻ he never wants you to go unsatisfied !! ≻ he’ll ask you if you want him to make u cum ≻ he’s more than willing to take the extra time to do it ≻ it’s what u deserve ≻ also it’ll help soothe his humiliation

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ever confident in his oral skills, he eagerly spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy, dripping white with his cum. he does mind it, sliding his tongue up your slit to collect your mixed juices. he hums, eagerly swallowing it down before spreading your folds to zero in on your hard little clit.

the second his lips wrap around the little bud, your back arches. his tongue circles and flicks before he pulls away, letting the suction go with a loud pop. the sound brings heat to your face, as it always does.

he eats pussy like a mad man, not caring how much of a mess you make on his face. the sounds he makes as he licks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his tongue are downright obscene. still, you obediently hold your legs open, letting him work you towards your orgasm.

you’re stuck in your head, overthinking and feel yourself struggling to get there. your eyes focus on your boyfriends head of pretty, brown hair, reaching down to run your fingers through the thick locks.

he hums appreciatively, eyes flicking up to see your brows furrowed and a little frown on your face.

he pulls away, panting for a second. you watch his throat move as he swallows before speaking, “hey, just relax. let me make this pretty pussy cum, hm?”

you whimper at his words and he grins as your cunt clenches in response. he slides his tongue over your clit again, laying a wet kiss on the bud,

“you can cum for me whenever you want, babygirl,” he whispers, circling his thumb over your clit, laying his cheek on your thigh to watch the way your cunt gushes more of his cum out, “such a mess you’re making. am i making your little cunt feel good?”

you nod, still clutching at his hair, “tooru! pl-please!”

he grins, “that’s what a i like to hear, what do you need, baby?”

“y-your tongue, please,” you barely get the request out before he’s sloppily tonguing your clit again.

spit and cum make a mess all over the both of you. he doesn’t let his eyes leave you as he watches your body freeze, tightening up as you dangle precariously on that tantalizing edge.

he viciously wraps his lips around the bud and sucks, finally catapulting you over. you tremble and squirm in his grasp, tugging painfully at his hair. he doesn’t mind, it’s worth it to watch you finally fall apart.

when you come down, he slithers back up your body, lower face glistening.

“next time you can’t cum,” he breathes, grinding his, once again, hard cock against you, “just tell me, okay?”

― atsumu miya.

≻ OHOHOHOBOY ≻ YOU BETTER HOPE HE DOESN’T FIND OUT ≻ BC MAN WILL N O T BE HAPPY ≻ it’s a massive blow to his ego ≻ and he’s a pretty prideful guy ≻ really prides himself on his ability to take care of you ≻ like oikawa, he’ll wonder why you didn’t just,,,,tell him you couldn’t get off??? ≻ like “babe, i woulda helped ya, you know that.” ≻ will feel pretty hurt over it, might even get a little mad that you couldn’t just tell him and instead chose to fake it ≻ won’t let you out of his sight without making cum for real ≻ might even fuck around and make you cum a few times just to prove to himself he actually can do it ≻ pls he’s a bit insecure and needs to fix his bruised ego lmao

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his fingers are buried inside you before you can even think twice. it wasn’t that you weren’t feeling good, it just wasn’t quite enough to send you over the edge in time.

he doesn’t care that his hand is getting covered in his own cum. he can clean it up later. it aides in the slick movements he makes to fuck the tips of his fingers perfectly against your g-spot, the stimulation immediately making you cry out.

it feels like it’s too much and you reach out to grasp at him. you pull at his arm, claw at his back, and fist his hair. he doesn’t mind, lets you cling to  him all you need as he brings his other hand down to press against your lower stomach.

you squeal and your legs kick as the move makes it even easier for him to abuse that sweet little spot on your upper wall. he thumbs as your clit, brows furrowed as his eyes are locked on your cunt.

his gaze is dark, anger still swirling within them.

“you better cum for me,” he orders low, bicep flexing as he fucks your gushing cunt. you sob, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming feelings. soft pleas fall from your lips, to let you rest, to slow down, that it’s too much. but he heeds none of them, “quiet, i know what ya need.”

you whine and resort to clawing at the bed, not wanting to leave visible marks on your boyfriend. he’s breathing heavily, his arm is no doubt aching but he still doesn’t stop. not until a loud shout erupts from your lips when he rolls your clit under his thumb.

“cum,” he growls, “ya better cream all over my fuckin’ hand right now.”

you heed his demand, walls clenching tight around his fingers as you finally fall over the edge. he groans as he cum, slowing his pace considerably to ease you through the high, not wanting to overstimulate you and potentially ruin your orgasm.

he removes his thumb from your clit but keeps his fingers buried inside. your walls continue to spasm around him in the orgasmic aftershocks. your chest rises and falls with the desperate breaths you take, your body trembling. he grins, happy to see the lovely mess you became. you could never replicate your orgasm to be as perfect as you were right now.

before long, he starts moving his fingers again and you look at him with wide eyes, making him grin.

“you didn’t think that was it, did ya?” he asks, “no, i’m gonna make sure ya regret fakin’ it with me.”

― kiyooma sakusa.

≻ he’ll immediately know ≻ he pays insanely close attention to you ≻ he literally knows every detail about you ≻ including the way you act and feel when you cum ≻ won’t even hesitate in calling it out ≻ you’ll have to explain it to him bc he’s not letting you go anywhere until u tell him what happened ≻ after that, he’ll just roll his eyes and be like ≻ “you should have just told me,” and then he’ll go on his way about makin you cum properly ≻ don’t test him. ≻ u can’t trick him

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he folds you you into a press, your knees pinned to your chest as he resumes fucking you. you’re lucky he hadn’t cum because he immediately knew you faked it. the time taken to talk to you had made his nearing orgasm wane.

he angles his hips properly, brows furrowed as he watches your cunt swallow his cock. every time he pulls out, he’s covered in your juices and the sight makes him groan.

“yoomi,” you whimper in that oh so pretty way you always do when you feel good.

he fights back a smile, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad before pressing it against your swollen clit. you keen immediately, attempting to arch your back but can’t because of his strength. you reach down and grip his wrist desperately, your eyes wide as you feel your high mounting.

it was insane how easily he could manipulate your body into cumming in a few short minutes if he really wanted to.

“cum,” he orders softly, immediately clenching his jaw when he feels your cunt lock up around him.

you tremble and your eyes roll back as you squeal, cumming hard on his cock as he fucks you through it until your gasping and begging for him to slow down, which he eventually does with a sigh, letting you wrap your legs around his waist again.

“see?” he grumbles, wrapping his hand around your throat before leaning down to brush his lips against yours, “that’s what you’re like when you really cum.”

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[suguruverse]

hey!! i love your best friends hcs, and i was wondering if you could do one with bokuto and akaashi (or fukurodani in general) :) tysm

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BOKUTO AND AKAASHI

includes - bokuto koutaro and akaashi keiji

a/n - my two fav boys!! hope you enjoy this bby <33

- you guys are just never apart?? like no one has ever seen one of you guys without seeing the other two

- you guys either met because you were in akaashi’s class and he asked you to be bokuto’s tutor because akaashi was busy or you’re the vbc manager

- and after spending so much time with them, you ended up developing certain aspects of both their personalities

- i feels like bokuto and akaashi and both the types of people to blow their money on you and you always complain about them saving money, but they never listen to you

- they both think that you deserve the world and more for dealing with them

- bokuto is extremely spontaneous, so there is no doubt that he won’t call you and akaashi to go on an adventure at 2am

- the group hugs are immaculate 

- honestly most of the friendship is just you and akaashi babysitting bokuto

- THEY LOVE YOUR SMILE AND ALWAYS SAY THAT YOU HAVE A SMILE OF AN ANGEL FKEBFKEJ <33

- will do everything and anything just for you to keep smiling

- they will defend you to the death

- there is no way they allow anyone to talk down on you

- if you ever ask them to bring to do something for you, they will do it, no questions asked

- if you have periods, then akaashi is your man

- he has pads, tampons, painkillers, heat pads, basically anything you need in his bag AND his locker

- bokuto isn’t too sure but he does know that you’re in a lot of pain and that you always want affection, so he will drop everything and anything to get something you need

- you guys have matching bracelets, yk the one with the beads, yup and bokuto made it for you for your ‘1 year friendiversary’

- they are definitely the emotional support over logical solution type of guys

- they just wanna see you happy always

- personal space? no, just no.

- bokuto HAS to be touching you in some type of way

- whether it’s hugging you, holding your hand or even latching onto your sleeve or shirt

- BOKUTO LITERALLY WHINES WHENEVER HE’S WITHOUT YOU OR AKAASHI

- EVEN WORSE WHEN HE’S NOT WITH EITHER OF YOU

- that’s why you guys facetime every night and fall asleep on call

- bokuto also just holds onto you out of nowhere and at really random places, while akaashi just looks at you guys, kinda wanting to join in

- one look at your face and they can somehow tell everything about your emotional state

- one time akaashi just walked up to you out of nowhere, handed you your fav candy, drinks and tissues, hugged you and just said:

“y/n, it’s okay, i’m so damn proud of you okay? it’s okay to cry sometimes”

- did you cry for the next two hours? obviously. did he complain that his shirt was now covered in tears and snot? of course not.

- bokuto saw your red-shot eyes and immediately started complaining about why you didn’t come to him for comfort as well

- IDC WHAT YALL SAY, CUDDLING WITH BOKUAKA??? PERFECTION

- you may not be able to breathe with bokuto squeezing you, but yk, he’s warm, so you aren’t complaining

- bokuto literally has no boundries with you

- he will follow you to the bathroom so he can continue with his story, will strip in front of you etc.

- and he will find no problem with that

- they will show you off no problem

- having conversations with someone in their class? the are constantly bringing you up

- pls if you have a competition of any sort, they are front row cheering you on

- if you’re interested in someone, they’re supportive (kinda)

- bokuto will grab onto your shirt and then hug you as tight as he can because he doesn’t want to lose one of his best friends

- they do daily check ins to make sure you’re eating and drinking water

- bokuto tries to do pranks on you but you always catch on and go with it, but once you did this and he got scared because he thought you actually believed him

- akaashi once called you ‘darling’ as a dare, but you loved it so much, that he cals you that on the daily now

- bokuto 100% shows his love and appreciation for you through physical touch and words of affirmation

- akaashi is more of a quality time, acts of service kinda guy

gc name: y/n’s sexy bodyguards

bokuto: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU, ME AND ‘KAASHI ARE AT THE GATES, HURRY UP I MISS YOU <333

akaashi: yes y/n hurry, bokuto-san is going to actually going to start crying on my shoulder

bokuto: ‘KAASHI NO IM NOT, STOP LYING IN FRONT OF Y/N

bokuto: y/n pls hurry baby, you already know movie night starts at 6 :(( where are you :((

bokuto: miss you already pls reply :(

bokuto: if ur mad at me or ‘kaashi just tell us 

bokuto: why aren’t you replying baby???????? :((((

akaashi: calm down, she probably got caught up doing something for a teacher

akaashi: but yes darling, please hurry, you should know that movie night starts at 6 and its already 5:30

you: MY BABIESSS :((( M SORRY, yumekawa-san wanted to talk to me about something

akaashi: from the basketball team? what did he need you for?

bokuto: HEY HEY ‘KAASHI, WHOS THAT

you: oh well... he asked me out :))

akaashi: oh.. wait what

bokuto: WHO DID, WHO DID, NOOOOO Y/N DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE, ILL BE YOUR BOYFRIEND JUST DON’T LEAVE ME AND ‘KAASHI ALONE

akaashi: bokuto-san calm down, if she said yes, that’s her business. they’re very beautiful, sweet, kind and helpful. it’s no wonder way yumekawa-san asked them out

bokuto: ‘KAASHI I ALREADY KNOW THEY’RE ALL THOSE THINGS BUT I STILL DON’T LIKE IT. THEY’RE MINE

bokuto: y/n, y/n, do you like him back? :(((

you: of course not kou!! i rejected him so there’s no need to worry

akaashi: oh thank god

you: huh???

akaashi: nothing

bokuto: YAY YAY YAY, Y/N I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU, DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAINNNN :((

you: i know, i’m sorry kou, i’m on my way to you guys right now!!

bokuto: OK OK SEE YOU SOOM MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH <33

you: mwah mwah see you soon my love

akaashi: stay safe darling

bokuto: kiss :(

akaashi: mwah mwah 

bokuto: :)) thank you ‘kaashi

akaashi: no worries, bokuto-san

[mcyt-imagines]

can you do "dating tommyinnit includes..." hcs pls?? 🥺

This blog is soo TommyInnit heavy in terms of content and I have no idea how it happened! Regardless I hope you enjoy these!

Dating TommyInnit HCs

This boy is stubborn as hell and he is going to try his hardest to not seem clingy in your first few weeks dating. But once he finally either swallows his pride, or finally realises he doesn’t need to keep up appearances in front of you. He is always going to want to be holding you, or for you to be holding him.

There are plenty of instances in which you will simply be existing and trying to do your own thing and Tommy just comes you to you and hugs you. Usually from behind, resting his chin on your head and enveloping you. And if you continue to move around, he will just follow, clinging to you and waddling behind you. Whining that you should hug him back and that you don’t need to do whatever it is you’re trying to do.

If you ever want Tommy to take you on an official date you will need to tell him. This boy thinks that you guys chilling on the couch hanging out is enough of a date. But when you bring it up, he feels SO GUILTY. He scrambles to organise as fancy a dinner as he can as quickly as he can. So, you both agree to go on one traditional date once a month, because even you will admit you do enjoy the casual hangout dates you have.

Seeing as the two of you are still too young to live on your own together Tommy practically moves into your house. He only returns home when he has to stream, and his mother will just end up trapping him there and then he will text you begging for you to come over. So of course, you do.

You both study together, of course. Tommy is a smart kid, but everyone can always study a little more. So, the two of you set up at Tommy’s place practically covering the whole dining table with folders chock-a-block with notes. Tommy may be smart, but he is easily distracted, and you distract him the most. At several points, you are trying to explain something to him, and you watch as his eyes start to lose focus and he seems to stare straight through you. You give him a soft whack with your opened textbook, snapping him out of his stupor. “Back to reality, blondie.”

Tommy frequently falls asleep whenever the two of you are together, for this boy between school and streaming and YOU of course, sleep for him is hard to come by. Whenever you’re over at his place and notice that he’s super tired you will coax him into placing his head on your lap. You thread your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp with your nails and he is asleep within minutes. Even if you’re not chatting with Tommy you know how much he needed this, and you’re happy to fall asleep along with him. A nap never hurt anyone.

You lose a lot of sleep while dating Tommy. This boy’s sleep schedule is whack and he will not hesitate to pull you down with him. Unless you pull him out of it with a strong tone and threats of some form of punishment. Otherwise, he is 100% going to have the two of you in discord speed running Minecraft until at least 2:30am ON A SCHOOL NIGHT OF COURSE. This leads to multiple occasions of you being on call and hearing Tommy’s mum burst into his room to start berating him for being up too late and being a horrible influence on you. You can’t help but cackle with laughter on the other end as Tommy cowers at his mother’s tone.

When you guys play Minecraft together, he truly assumes the protective role. This boy does not wander far from you, making sure you don’t get blown up by a creeper or spooked by an enderman. And whenever you ask him about it, “Keeping a close eye on me, hmm?” you will watch as he grows a bright red on your video chat. He tries his best to stutter out a response as you giggle to yourself. And if Tommy ever spots a creeper within two chunks of you he starts screaming at the top of his lungs and running towards you, “DON’T MOVE I’LL SAVE YOU!” which in your humble opinion is far scarier than any creeper explosion. 

You usually end up screaming out of fear at him and he usually misses his attacks on the creeper and it explodes in his face. (sometimes he dies and makes you pick up his stuff as he pouts saying “I DIED FOR YOU I DESERVE A KISS!” Of course, you give him one) HOWEVER, when he doesn’t die, you tease him “Oh, my hero! What could’ve happened if you hadn’t saved me!” You can’t help but grin as he puffs his chest up out of pride, a smarmy grin on his face. “Heh. All in a day’s work!”

Tommy attempts to bake for your birthday. It does not go well. His mother tried her best to save the ‘cake’ he had made but even she was at a loss on how exactly he failed a boxed cake. All he had to do was add milk and eggs! That’s all! So, when it is plated in front of you, the dark charcoal showing through the haphazardly slapped on icing you smile at him and his mother grimaces at you. She knows you’re far too nice to say no to his ‘cooking’. So, in a stroke of genius as you begin to scoop up a piece to eat, she taps the table eyeing Walter by the doorway. 

In response to the gesture Walter takes a running start and jumps up on the table, swallowing the piece of cake on your plate. Betty follows suit on the other side of the kitchen but instead, she goes for the cake itself, slobbering all over it in the process as Tommy screeches at them both to get off the table. His mother half-heartedly makes them get off the table, trying to hide her laughter as she does so. You silently thank her as Tommy’s back is turned and stand from the table, moving to your boyfriend to comfort him at the loss of his hard work. “It’s okay Tommy, how about we make another cake together instead?” Surely, you’ll be able to help Tommy make an actual cake this time.  

[filmmies-writing]

Past, Present & Future

pairing : ex!avengers reader x Zemo

word count : 1.3k

warning : mention of death

summary : you used to visit Zemo at the prison after the event of civil war but then he cut you off because he started to have feelings for you. Now that Bucky’s going to break him out, he needs your help babysitting this bad guy.

a/n : hello guyssssss <3 It's been quite a while since I posted my debut one shot. I really do appreciate every like, reblog and comment from my previous work (for anyone who hasn't checked it out yet, here you go!)THANK YOU🥺 At first I was thinking of making a short fanfiction, 3 parts was the first thought that came to my mind but I really enjoy writing this so maybe it’ll be more than 3 parts I suppose. You can also leave your ideas for the next part in the comment or what you think of this chapter, I’d really love to read them :) And fyi, your likes, reblogs and comments are what keep me going so pls 🥺🥺😂😂 Sorry if there’s any mistakes, English is not my first language. Also I’ll pin my masterlist on this blog as soon as I finish making it :))))) 

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“And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me” 

(I Found - Amber Run)                                     

“Do you still visit him?” Bucky asked through the phone, his voice steady and calm, like he already made a decision in his mind.

“After I’d blipped back I might have been there once or twice, but the last time was last year I guess” you said and you shrugged your shoulders as you walked around your apartment trying to find a chocolate you just bought but forgot where you put it at.

Yes, you’ve visited this criminal several times and some of your teammates know it. After you were informed about why he started all of his demeanors, about his motivation, as a person who doesn’t have any family left and witnessed everything that happened at the battle of Sokovia with your own eyes, you strongly have sympathy for him. 

You see him as a man who let his emotions and anger take over his intelligent-self and just tried to do what he thought was right, what he thought it’ll make him feel better after he achieved it. And now that he succeeded his plan, deep down he still feels pretty empty. You can tell just  from looking at him in the eyes, even there’s a thick glass between. And you bet he had taken some steps back to see his work and spent some time with himself, thinking. And you know he could see it too. Nothing changed, his family is still gone. Only thing new to him is that he now has to spend years after years rotting in German prison, which allows him to have more time to think about his family and his past actions. He was about to go insane.

But thank god you went to visit him.

You started to visit him for the very first time after six months of the airport battle. Bringing him some books considering how boring he would feel behind bars. But you were quite confused when you saw that his cell is more superior than the others. Even though it may seem dark and lifeless like the other cells, his cell is a lot bigger compared to others. He also has privileges to read all the up-to-date newspapers and books given from the guards that he seems to  be paying extra for.

In the beginning, it was him who always started a conversation by questioning you. According to his genius mind’s calculation, he never expected any Avengers to visit him and especially to be this nice to him after what he had done, what he had caused. And clearly he was wrong, so he needed to know why you’re doing all of this since he thought he can never be wrong. Maybe you want to take revenge at him? Or could it be that you’re just really nice? 

“Why being so nice to me?” he asked directly, wanting to see your reaction to his action.

“I just feel bad for what happened to you” you didn’t lie but kept looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze on you. You’ve heard about his reputation, how good he is at manipulating and you didn’t want to be his another victim.

It took only a few more times of visiting him for you to realize that you unexpectedly bonded with your friends’ greatest enemy and surprisingly enjoy spending your time with him, he would always tell you stories from his many journeys, but still not the private ones. He never wanted to share any of his family’s memories with anyone and he intended to keep it that way.

After getting to know him a lot more than you should, you soon realized that he’s a Baron after all, a royalty, which answered your curiosity perfectly about why he can still access so many privileges even behind the bars. 

In return, you shared with him how you feel to be an Avengers, pressures and expectations you had received during that time. A hard decision you made that still haunts you in your sleep every night. 

You two sometimes share your opinion on books you bring to him. You went back to the prison countless times with a handful of snacks, sweets and books. That’s why he thinks you’re too nice, too good for him. 

Although he’s in prison, he still manages to spoil you with many presents that have been sent to your door time after time on  special days such as your birthday and Christmas. 

For Helmut, at first, these acts were only to return your kindness. At least that’s what he convinced himself since he doesn’t want to admit that he started to have feelings for you. He keeps telling himself he’ll never love again, but you make it hard for him.

And for you, no one has ever cared about you as much as he did. But still, you persuaded yourself he’s just a friend, a good friend. 

But when it came to the point that Zemo cannot lie to himself anymore, he decided to face the truth and deal with it in a very definitive way. He cut you off. Completely.

He added your name to the list of people he prohibited to visit him. You were heartbroken when you first found out but maybe it’s for the best that things didn’t go any further than this, you cajoled yourself. In the first few months, it was hard for you not to think of him, but now that it has been almost a year, you’re finally doing fine.

To clarify his action, his mind keeps telling him that after what he had done to you, he doesn’t deserve you. You deserve to be happy, to live your life with someone that’s not stuck in a prison like him. Someone as good as you. Not a state-criminal like him. Another reason for him would be because he doesn’t want anyone to replace his wife. Even after so many years she has passed away, she still holds a very special place in his heart and he would never want any memories with someone else to replace those precious memories he has left of her.

“And do you think it’s gonna be fine if he’s out of the prison?” Your eyes automatically blinked, starting to feel terrified by what Bucky just asked you.

“I... I... I don’t know, I can’t reassure you anything, I mean I believe that he’ll be useful to your case but he can be very manipulative so you must be careful when he’s out” You said what you could think of at that moment. You can never think straight when it comes to the Baron.

Bucky replied with silence for a moment but not too long until he continued the conversation and said “Wanna do your old friends a favor?” 

You know he wants you with them in case things go wrong with Zemo since you seem to be the one who knows him best compared to them. Also in Bucky and Sam’s aspect, your fighting and investigating skills would be really helpful to the team. And who knows what the new cap is about? So it’s clearly better to have you included in this little team.

“Sure..” To be honest, you’re quite afraid to face the Baron again but you can never say no to your friends and plus you want to do something in return for them since they always taking a good care of you, they’re like older brothers to you and you couldn’t let they go out there on their own knowing that you can help them.

“See you at the prison tomorrow then, I believe you know your way there already” Bucky replied before hanging up.

This is going to be a hell of a journey!

[superhero--imagines]

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A/N: Soooo I might not update Saturday this week because I’ve been pretty slammed at work this week. If anyone would like to Beta read the next two parts of this series (Especially if you’re BIPOC) pls DM me. The next part I’m not so concerned about, but the part after. (Also need Beta readers for my original pieces!) 

* Your legs dangle beneath you as you continuously bump your head against the tree trunk hoping the contact will knock some sense into you

* It doesn’t even hurt, barley a tickle.

* You decided that the safest, and least embarrassing, place for you right now was up a 100 foot tall tree.

* You came here for some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone and sort out your thoughts

* Not that it matters since half the coven has been up here to talk to you

* Carlisle came first, though you’re betting he pulled the “dad” card so he could go first.

* “Lovely view.”

* “Hmm” you mumble

* He lets out a deep sigh, and you hate yourself for not making this easier for him.

* “So I heard that you and Edward had a .... romantic encounter.”

* You laugh

* “A romantic encounter,” you repeat, you look at Carlisle who mirrors your smile.

* “Edward does that too” He mumbles. Carlisle doesn’t miss the way you stiffen at the mention of his name.

* A long, deep sigh escapes him

* “I just want you to know that it’s fine,” He’s sitting far away from you on the branch, partially because of your powers and partially because he understands you want space.

* “You’re two healthy vampires and I understand you have needs-“

* “Oh my god Carlisle please don’t tell me you’re giving me “the talk” right now on a tree branch” you’re mortified but you’re laughing

* “I just want you to know that however you choose to proceed, I love and support you.”

* And then Carlisle does something he hasn’t done in a decade,

* he inches closer, breaking into your personal bubble and gives you a kiss on the forehead and a pat on your shoulder

* You smile after he leaps down and runs back to the house

* He hasn’t done something like that since he found you in Volterra, newly turned and asking to die.

* Truly a compassionate man.

* Rosalie’s the next one, she actually calls your attention from the ground

* “I brought you some blood in case you’re hungry” she shouts, holding up a thermos with what you assume is blood.

* You sigh, it looks like you won’t be getting much space

* She leaves just as much space as Carlisle when she sits by you on the branch

* “Nice view up here huh?” She even cups a hand over her eyes to see further

* This family and small talk

* “Do you want to talk about it?” She finally asks after a long moment of silence.

* You shake your head

* “Not really” she nods, lacing her fingers together on her lap. There’s another long moment of silence

* “Does everyone know?” She raises an eyebrow and you clarify 

*“That Edward felt that way I mean.”

* Rosalie gives you a smirk that basically says, ‘I thought you didn’t want to talk about it’, but she doesn’t tease you any further. 

*She lets out a long sigh and looks down to her hands

* “Remember that time you came to our house for the first time to play monopoly?” 

*You nod. 

*“Most of us pieced it together back then”

* You sigh, all the way since back then?

* It’s been over a decade.

* “Mostly because we usually don’t have board game nights, and Edward asked if we could so he could have an excuse to bring you over”

* That dork. 

*You can’t help but smile.

* Of course Edward saw how lonely you were in that house and decided to find an excuse to get you five other friends.

* Another long moment of silence passes

* “Look I- I know Edward is my brother and I would be thrilled if you guys got together-“ 

*she places her hand on top of yours.

* “But I want you to know that I love you, and if you decide that’s not what you want, then that’s okay.”

* Her eyes are so kind, she gives you a gentle smile.

* “No matter what you decide, I’ll still love you, you’re still my best friend-my (sister/brother).”

* You feel your eyes sting and you nod, you give her a weak smile and she sighs wrapping you in a hug.

* “I’ll come back later with more blood” she caresses your face before jumping down, running back to the house

* As soon as she’s out of sight you feel your branch bend down

* “Great view, you see any bears yet?” Emmett asks and you sigh, swirling the cap of your thermos off

* “Care for a drink Emmett?”

* “Well don’t mind if I do”

* Out of all of them, you think you like Emmett’s interaction the best

* He doesn’t talk about Edward, just makes conversation with you like nothing is wrong, like you’re staying up this tree like a stranded cat because it’s fun

* “I heard you kissed a bunch of people at the party” you groan and put your face in your hands

* “I was drinking, I guess I drank too much, and made some questionable decision.”

* He grins and pats your shoulder

* “It’s not that big of a deal, we’ve all been there. Besides I thought it was pretty bad ass.”

* You smile, of course he would.

* Emmett doesn’t sit far away from you like the others, he sits beside you and swings his arm over your shoulder bringing you into a hug.

* “Don’t stress out about things too much up here, and when you’re ready don’t be embarrassed to come home.” He plants a kiss in your hair before swooping down

* That’s your big brother for you

* It’s not more than ten minutes until you feel the branch away again

* “Oh my god, can’t I have just a minute-“ the words die in your throat when you turn to see who’s sitting next to you.

* “Oh, hey Edward.”

* He’s sitting just as far as Carlisle and Rosalie were, if not further, he offers you a brief smile.

* A long moment of silence fills the air and you gulp

* “It’s a real nice view huh?” You say,

* oh geez now you’re the one talking about the view

* “Yeah it’s beautiful.” Edward’s not looking at the view, he’s looking at you, and the implication makes you even more flustered than you are.

* You watch Edward, he’s so happy he’s glowing. Every few seconds a smile will creep onto his face only for him to force it into a frown, only for it to twitch back into a smile again. 

* You laugh.

* “You’re doing that thing where you can’t hide how happy you are.” 

* Edward openly grins once you say that.

* “You’re happy too, I can feel it all the way from here.” He says holding a hand out.

* Ah your powers are leaking through

* Looks Rosalie and Carlisle just wanted to look serious when they were here

* “Of course I’m happy” 

* He told you he loved you, how could you not be happy?

* He basically confirmed your wildest wishes and hopes.

* This is the happiest you’ve ever been

* “I don’t understand why you’re sitting up here honestly,” he shakes his head boyish smile curling onto his face as his eyes stay focused on the horizon. “I know you feel the same way as I do”

* He’s right, you do feel the same as him.

* Maybe for just as long as he has, you’ve just been holding yourself back because you thought he would never have those feelings for you

* Because you’re not the one who’s going to make him the happiest he could possibly be

* “Look Edward, I think you could do so much-“

* “Is this about Bella?” He interrupts, a bitter laugh when you remain silent. “Why do you think I would ever love her?”

* “The way you look at her-“

* “I don’t get that either, you talked about that last night too, I’m not sure what you’re seeing but the look I give her is of minimal tolerance.”

* ...

* Wait

* What

* “Oh cut the crap Edward, I saw the way you guys looked at each other on the stairway”

* “What stairway?” 

*Is he trying to play dumb? Because honestly- you’re a little convinced with that confused puppy look he’s giving you

* “At Conner’s party, you guys were talking at the stairwell, you looked at her like she was telling you all of the universe’s secrets.”

* He looks embarrassed, a hand tangling in his hair. 

* “Um- about that-”

* You caught the criminal red handed. He might like you, but he likes her too doesn’t he. Well he’s probably entranced by that scent of hers, no doubt he’ll forget all about you-

* “We were talking about you.” 

* ....

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

*  “While you were gone, we both came to an agreement to set our differences aside for you-”

* Why would they go that far for you, it’s not like you care-

* You remember the vitamins

* Going out of your way to include her in things, 

* Driving her home even when any normal person would have just ignored the whole thing

* Oh my god, you’re Bella’s best friend

* And even worse, everyone probably thinks she’s your best friend too. 

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

* “Don’t misunderstand for a second, I still find her absolutely repulsive, and whatever haze she’s got over the school is absolutely perplexing-”

* “But what about the carnation?” you interrupt.

* She’s the only one he bought a carnation for.

* “What carnation?”

* “The carnation you bought her on Valentine’s Day!” 

* Sure one carnation isn’t anything compared to the bouquet he bought you, but it had to mean something

* “I didn’t buy anyone any carnations.” He tells you, his eyebrows threading together

* Oh f*ck

* f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck *f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck

* You bought Bella that carnation.

* You bought all of your friends carnations, light red ones for friendship

* “Were you jealous because you thought I bought her flowers and not you?” 

*A mischievous grin arch’s onto his mouth and you hide your face in your hands 

*“You were, weren’t you? That’s adorable.”

* The criminal is teasing you, only this time you can’t complain because it’s rightly deserved

* “But- then what were you talking at the lockers about?”

* Edward’s face pinches into a look of disgust.

* “She came by to rub in my face how you had given us both the same colored carnations”

* “Wait-Bella knows you felt this way about me?”

* He laughs

* “(Y/N/N), I’m pretty sure everyone knows I love you.”

* Everyone but you apparently

* Was it really all in your head?

* Edward has loved you this entire time and you just...never noticed?

* “Honestly, I love you (Y/N), but sometimes you get fixated on these ideas for no logical reason-“

* Oh there’s a logical reason alright

* “-like what possible reason could there be for me to love a human like Bella? It’s just comple-“

* “Because you’re supposed to Edward!” 

* It’s the straw that finally broke the camels back.

* You tell him everything, about everything that happened in the books.

* Him falling in love with Bella, killing James, leaving her in new moon, the werewolves, the newborn army led by Victoria, their marriage and Bella’s pregnancy

* You frame it like you had a prophetic dream the night you turned, which is probably the closest way you can explain what happened without looking insane.

* Not that Edward would mind, he would probably get the best recommendation from Carlisle for a mental health institute and happily visit you three times a week with flowers and other gifts. 

* You both sit in silence after you finish telling him everything, the only sound the gentle whistle of the wind.

* “So what?”

* He asks, shrugging his shoulders and looking at you like you just told him a tv show he doesn’t like is getting cancelled

* You scoff in disbelief

* “ So what? Edward she’s your soul mate!”

* “You’re my soul mate” he says plainly, he’s inched closer to you this entire time, and now his thigh is only a flew inches away from your own.

* You feel embarrassed at his words, how can he say that so easily? 

*You’re still not even sure soul mates exist.

* Noticing you embarrassment he places his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers

* The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

* “I understand that you think that story is the one I want,” he says it slowly. 

* “But there’s already so many thing that are different.”

* He’s right things have changed, you know that.

* “Besides I don’t think I’m the one Bella has a crush on” he gives you a meaningful look and your eyebrows thread together.

* Wait what’s that supposed to mean

* “This world is different than the one you saw.” He squeezes your hand, and you sigh, 

* It’s different because of you.

* He should have had all those things. If it weren’t for you he would have had all those things

* “Edward she can give you a baby, a real baby that’s yours!”

* There’s only one common thread for all the vampires you’ve seen that still hunger for their humanity

* They all want a child.

* What Edward is getting, it’s a miracle. A Hail Mary. The odds of something like this happening are one in one billion at best.

* He gets to have a baby, and the woman he loves. It’s a win-win.

* He sighs and squeezes your hand.

* “But I don’t want that.” He says it so bluntly, like it’s the simplest thing on earth. 

*Your brain stops working.

* Well that can’t be right

* “We’ve never talked about it, but I’ve never wanted children, not even when I was a boy and still human.”

* Wait Edward doesn’t want kids? 

* Your head snaps up to meet his eyes

* “I think to want to bring children into the world you have to be at peace with the world and with yourself. And I’ve never been able to have either of those things.” He shrugs, his legs swinging under him.

* “What you saw- I was probably just going along with whatever Bella wanted, but I don’t think I would genuinely want to raise a child in this world, especially not when I look like I’m seventeen for the rest of my life”

* That makes sense. 

*Edward’s always been sensitive about his age. He looks older than 17, probably because of the venom. 

*But he’s the youngest of all his siblings, you know deep down he can handle the vampirism,

* But he can’t handle being a child for all of eternity.

* “But even if I did want kids, I want an eternity with you even more.”

* He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back, gulping the burning in your throat

* Whether it’s from thirst or the overwhelming emotions you’re not sure

* “Okay.” You finally say after several long moment of silence 

* “Okay, you’ll be mine for eternity or...” 

* You slap him lightly on the chest and he barks laughing

* “Okay...we can... date.” You say it haltingly, carefully even.

* “Like humans” you add for good measure

* You expect a bit of protest from Edward, he’s been waiting for you for over a decade now, you can’t think of a man alive who would be alright with just dating.

* But Edward smiles like you just agreed to marry him. He puts a hand on your face, and caresses your cheek with his thumb.

* “Alright, we’ll date like humans do.”

* You’re still a little worried but you find yourself smiling when Edward presses his forehead against your own. 

* His lips meeting yours.

* “(Y/N) and Edward sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” You tease when he pulls away and he laughs again

* “You’re the worst you know that?”

* “Yet you still love me,” you tease “you loooooove me, you waanaaaa spend eeeeternity with meeee.” You sing and he laughs.

* “Suddenly I’m regretting my decision to court you.” 

* You sit in silence for a second, enjoying his scent. 

* It feels safe here

* It feels like home

* “Are you ready to go inside?”

* You should, you feel a lot better now, but-

* You groan and bury your face in his shoulder.

* “It’s going to be so embarrassing, everyone’s going to know what happened and Emmett is never going to stop with the sex jokes”

* Edward just grins, he can’t believe after waiting for so long, you’re his now.

* It feels like a dream

* You’re right though, it’s is going to be super embarrassing going back home after this.

* He gets why you chose to wait it out in a tree

* “Yeah, let’s stay out here for a while longer.” He says wrapping his arms around you.

BONUS:

* Rosalie is peering out the window with gold opera glasses to her hand

* “Oh! He leaned in closer! I think he’s holding their hand”

* Alice groans beside her

* “No they’re just talking, they’re going to be doing that a lot”

* “What else do you see Alice?” Jasper asks from behind her, watching the tree you and Edward are sitting on intently

* “I’m not sure...it’s all changing really fast, in one they make up and go back to being friends,”

* Emmett groans from behind her, he can’t handle anymore yearning or weird sex talks with his brother

* “In another they push Edward of the branch and say: “oh why don’t you just go back to Bella you human lover””

* Rosalie shudders, well that’s not good

* Honestly she should have just told you Bella and Edward had come to an agreement to be civil around one another for your benefit while you were gone

* They basically bonded over how much they like you

* The carnation was probably just a sign of that truce, if it was even from him

* She’s got a feeling it was probably from you and you just forgot, but she didn’t want to embarrass you 

* Besides she figured it might be the final push you need to admit your feelings to him

* “They’re kissing! You guys they’re kissing!” Alice shrieks, and all of them turn their attention back to you

* Ah so you are

* “And so end the brooding chronicles” Jasper whispers and Rosalie hides a laugh

* “I would call them the yearning chronicles” Alice adds

* “Have you considered that maybe the reason they’re out there is because they want privacy?” Carlisle says without looking up from his open newspaper.

* The four of them shuffle awkwardly before walking away from the large window

* “You too Esme” Carlisle says

* Esme sighs, tucking her black opera glasses into her apron

* “Don’t blame me when we don’t have anything to say at the wedding when it comes time for a toast” she mumbles, walking back to the kitchen to finish her cookies

* “A wedding?”

* Queue Carlisle half sobbing half wheezing into his newspaper

* “Not one, but two kids leaving the family?”

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Its not Elain’s or Lucien’s fault. The only fault is their mating bond

This post is heavily mentioning about mating bond rejection. If you’re supporting Elain and Lucien bond thus this post is not for you so scroll away.

Source: tiktok

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Wow i have no words. Literally none. Elain had show with everything that she has that she doesn’t want Lucien. Does she ever gave him hope that she’ll ever return his feelings. NO!!! This means she is not playing with his feelings. Does a woman need to say “NO” out loud?? Is that the only way to inform a man that she doesn’t want him?? ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS👏👏

With Elain’s own words: I DONT WANT A MATE

SHE DOESN’T WANT A MATE. SHE TOLD FEYRE SO.

She stay far away from Lucien

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AND SURPRISE LUCIEN ALSO DONT WANT ELAIN AND THATS OKAY

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Elain is too polite to say “Lucien pls go away” in front of everyone so she just do the thing that normal people including myself always do on daily basis; just ignore the guy until they get the hint and leave. Am i a dumb bitch for doing so? And Lucien in this case is not stupid enough to stay. He acknowledged Elain’s feeling and stay away in another continent with Jurian and Vassa. HE DOES NOT SHOW ANY INTEREST TO BRIDGE THE GAP. Lucien doesn’t want Elain as well. And that’s okay

What’s not okay is that SOME Lucien stan preach Elain is a dumb bitch and cruel to Lucien. I’m sorry that you’re only priorities man’s happiness in this fandom. I’m sorry that you can’t see what Elain went through with Lucien right now is a normal thing girls go through everyday. Lucien has no bad intentions i know, but its not Elain’s fault either.

Both Lucien and Elain are suffering because of the mating bond. Its neither of their fault.

If Elain is playing with Lucien’s feeling, she will batting her eyelashes and flirt with Lucien and at the same time wants to kiss Azriel. But NO!! She does opposite of that. She shows clearly that she doesn’t want him and thats okay!

Elain will not reject the mating bond in Nesta’s book.

Elain will not reject the mating bond in Feyre’s book.

Elain will not reject the mating bond in anyone elses book that is not from her POV because

Elain will reject the mating bond in HER OWN FUCKING BOOK!! Understand!!

Rejecting a mating bond have never ever written before. We dont know the exact procedure to do so. Do u think that SJM will simply said from Nesta’s POV that Elain rejected Lucien? Of course not. Thats shit deserve to be told from Elain’s and Lucien’s POV.

I don’t hate Lucien at all and in fact i understood completely why he feel hurt everytime Elain reject his present. Hey i get it and its suck. I myself have experience been rejected too.

He is Elain’s mate thus in his culture a male must cherish their mate such as give them present and i’m sure there’s must be a mate instinct involve. But what about Elain? Does she know the importance of a mating bond? NO!! She just went through her trauma and loss her humanity and it’s understandable that she would not dive into a bond that would bind her with someone forever.

If u think Lucien went hell and back to be with Elain then i’m sorry to inform you that, he only visit Elain every Solstices to give her a gift. Thats all. Thats a bare minimum. And thats okay. Why? Because he is currently busy finding a way to break another woman’s curse. If he doesn’t want Elain why would he spent his energy to court her. Lucien said that he need to find something in Elain that is worth fighting for. And he couldn’t find anything and again thats okay. Its not his fault.

Lucien stan that hate Elain failed to recognize Elain’s trauma. Yes Elain does have a trauma same like Nesta but some of you don’t extend the same courtesy to her and said all she went through is not valid just because she handles it quietly

Again this post is not a hate towards Lucien and in fact Lucien is not at fault at all. What is wrong is SOME of his stan that continues to hate Elain for not accepting the bond to make Lucien happy.

Both of them deserve happiness and believe me, the mating bond will not help them to achieve it.

[make-me-imagine]

Violets: Loyalty and Devotion

Valentines Special: Day Six

Day One: Morning Glories Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips - Day Seven: Lisianthus

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

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February 11th

It was early-morning as you were lying in your bed, still comfortable under the covers. You had stayed up till late at night with the others as you discussed Tony’s Valentines party. Tony was hiring some party planners and caterers today to set everything up. 

You were also bombarded with questions about your secret admirer. And everyone was questioning whether it was one of them, but of course no one spoke up or admitted it. If it was one of them, they played it off very well. 

As you were lying there, you were flicking through the notes you had received over the last five days. You had read over them countless times now, the words embedded in your mind.

You tried to match the language of the words with the people you knew. The most obvious would be Loki and Vision. They both had a way with their words that came off as poetic. But then again, maybe the way the notes were written were purposefully written in such a way as to throw you off. 

Reading over the note that had been attached to the Sunflowers, your eyes read over one part again and again “I adore your grace, and elegance, your compassion, kindness and bravery. There is no way I could not absolutely adore every fiber of your being.”

This part made your heart swell. ‘every fiber of your being’, the good and the bad. You smiled at the words as you continued to flick through them. You felt like a bashful teenager reading through texts from their crush. 

You began thinking about Tony’s party. You wondered if Valentines Day was what all of these notes and flowers were leading up to. It seemed to be that way, and you hoped it was. Though, you were very nervous about it. What if everyone except you secretly knew who it was? God you hoped it wasn’t going to be a public admission. You cringed at the thought. 

After glancing at the clock you figured you had been lying in bed for long enough. Getting up, you took a quick shower and got changed before leaving your room. You weren’t headed anywhere in particular, you had no work you had to do today, so you were free to relax, but you got bored sitting in your room all day. Maybe you’d go for a walk? 

Rounding a corner, you see Bucky, Steve and Sam coming from another hall. Upon seeing you they all smiled and greeted you. 

“Hey” you replied as you approached them “What are you guys up too?” 

“We’re about to go train a bit, wanna join?” Steve suggested. 

“I would but I have been demanded that I not do anything strenuous today because of what happened yesterday.”

“Sounds like a good idea, just in case.” Bucky commented, while smiling fondly at you. “How are you feeling anyway?”

“I feel fine. I’m think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“A short one” Sam said, as he pointed at you.

You nodded and laughed “Yes, just a short, non-strenuous walk. See you guys later” you said as you parted ways. 

As you began walking towards the exit of the building, you were stopped when a man at the front desk called out to you “Agent L/N!”

“Hey Gene” you greeted as you walked over to him. 

“This letter was left here for you” he said handing you a small pale blue envelope, a sticker with your name printed on the front. 

“Oh, thank you. Uh, who was it left by?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see, I was talking to someone else and when I turned back around, there is was.”

“Oh, hmm, thanks Gene” you said as you walked away from the desk and opened the letter. You immediately recognized the font of the letter and your heart began to beat rapidly. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Y/n,

I was so glad to see that you were alright after what happened yesterday. I was so afraid that you were more badly injured. Especially as I sat next to you in your hospital bed, and you seemed so faded. I hope you liked the flowers I left for you again. 

Also, I am sorry for what curiosity and confusion all of this might be causing you. But I must admit, I also hope that you are getting some form of enjoyment or excitement from it as well. I’m sure you must be wondering, when will I finally show myself? And maybe you have already guessed that it will be on Valentines Day. I think it quite suiting, and hopefully romantic. 

So, please wait patiently for only a few more days, and then all will be revealed.

But until then, you still have 3 days before then, including today. I’m not sure when you will receive this letter, but you should have another present waiting for you at your door, perhaps you already received it. I hope you like it. 

Until the party.  ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

You smiled at the letter as you finished reading it. Looking around the lobby, you tried to see if anyone seemed to be watching you. But seeing no one paying attention to you at all, and knowing you had yet to receive your next gift, you decided to go on your walk.

On your walk, you could not get the thought of what the flowers you will receive will be. The ones you’ve gotten so far have been so beautiful. You should press them, save them somewhere. Maybe a flower from each. 

Unable to stop thinking about it, you turned back mid way through your walk to head back. You wonder when they always know when to deliver the flowers...

Making your way back into the tower and up to your room, you held an energy of nervous excitement. As the elevator door opened at your floor, you partially expected to catch them there, at your door. But, you were not really surprised when the door slid open and all you saw was a small plant at the base of your door.

It was small, and as you approached it, you could recognize what it was. A small potted violet plant, with blooming flowers sprouting from the top. You smiled as you picked it up, admiring it. 

“Cute” you muttered with a smile as you unlocked and entered your apartment as you plucked out the note from the pot. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Violets.

Violets hold the meaning of Loyalty and Devotion. Both are traits you have and both are traits I admire about you. But besides this, these are both promises. Promises of how I feel towards you. And they are exactly what you deserve. You are loyal to a fault, and you deserve someone to be loyal to you for as long as you live. You are devoted, to saving people, to helping people, to making people happy. And you deserve someone to be just as devoted to you. 

I hope that I can give these to you. I have been loyal to you since before I remember having feelings for you. Because you are the type of person people trust wholeheartedly, as I do. And I promise, no matter what, to be devoted to your happiness.  ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

You sat on the edge of your bed as you read the powerful words. “Do I deserve this person?” you wondered out loud. They seem so....well, devoted. You often caught yourself wondering what exactly you deserved out of love, and you have only been hopeful that you would find someone who could make you feel so important and loved. This could be that person.

Sure, you still had your hopes of who this person could be. One person in particular. But, you seemed to find yourself falling for this anonymous person anyway, even not knowing who they are. And to a part of you, it did not matter. 

Was that crazy? Falling for someone when you don’t know who they are? I mean, apparently you did know them, so it wasn’t as crazy as falling for a complete stranger. 

Falling back onto your bed, you stared up at the ceiling. “Only a few more days” you said out loud. Would they show themselves before Tony’s party, during? After? How would you react? 

You only found yourself asking more and more questions throughout the day. Debating whether or not you wanted to talk to someone about it, you decided against it though. What if you ended up telling everything you felt and feared to them on accident. At this point, it could be any of them.

So, you kept it all to yourself. Any time you saw one of the others, they would ask you whether of not you had received another gift, or a note. You would tell them yes, but not go into detail. The notes were too personal, you couldn’t just share them with anyone. They were meant for you. And you would keep them stored away for yourself. Hoping that some day soon you could really talk about them with the one who wrote them for you.

xx xx xx xx xx

I hope you are enjoying these so far. 

I know they aren’t great, since there is no real Character x Reader stuff in it, but I hope you are enjoying the build up and are excited for the endings. 

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Hey bb! <3

You’ve quickly became my favorite bakugo writer, how you write him just feels so real to me. every time I see you post something new I get so happy!

I’m seeing ya write a lot about blasty with crushes and or S/O’s but not really about how he gets into a relationship so I propose to you how do you think he would realize his feelings and act upon them? If he even would lol he’s so stubborn and awkward with feelings I swear.

Anywho I love you and I’m glad your blog is getting the attention it deserves!!

hmmm hmm hmm tysm @kits-mania for the ask, this is a good one!! also ahaha i wrote this with tiny baby UA bakugou in mind bc his comedic potential is seriously limitless 

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-ok, to start, so basically, he’s a mess. an absolute mess. 

-yes, yes, ik, we’d all love for him to be like, cool and smooth and suave and spit crazy game but he’s just not that guy. he’s a snarling animal at the best of times and an outright asshole every other second of the day.

-(honestly, if u asked me, the only confession you could ever get that would somehow be more disastrous than bakugou’s would be if u got one from tamaki. and even then, tamaki is a sweetheart so u would 100% be much more forgiving)

-but that’s not the point, what is the point is that bakugou would just be so weird around u and that’s how he recognizes his feelings

-lmao like he’ll be so ridiculous with his mood swings,,, very yelling at you for breathing one second, bc even that somehow flusters him, n then the next second he’s recommending an extensive list of personalized training exercises (that he devised) for you and telling you to shut up if you try to thank him for it

-and he’ll do those things almost without thinking about it. like, he’s already impulsive, we been knew, but for this?? pls he absolutely cannot control himself. he’ll just keep accidentally doing nice things, that he’d never do for somebody else, and he knows this. but then he also feels like he’s gotta act like a dick to cover the strangeness up

-and after being rude, to save face, bakugou’ll be in his head totally “man, i’m the best at this. i bet they don’t even know i fuckin’ like them!” n like, yeah, he’s right, you 100% don’t, but everyone else around him does.

-very obvious to his friends how quiet he is when you come up. like, he’ll say shit about everyone at any given time, but when you come up in conversation?? absolute crickets from him. (this is bc bakugou wants to keep his mouth shut, to avoid suspicion obvi, but in doing so he almost doesn’t seem like an asshole. n when bakugou isn’t acting like a dick that’s when you know somethings up)

-so, those two things combined,,, the mood fluctuation and uncharacteristic behavior make it pretty clear to himself that he’s got a crush. now, don’t get me wrong, he’s gonna be clueless on how to do anything about it, but bakugou’s not dumb. he’ll realize his feelings pretty quickly after they form

-now, for the acting upon his feelings part- whew boy.  talk about an embarrassing turnout

-basically, he’s not gonna do shit at first. he’ll recognize his feelings and he doesn’t want to be a wimp about them, but he also kinda just wants them to go away. so he’ll wait it out. bc it’s embarrassing.

-but if that doesn’t work, and he really does just have one hell of a crush,,, then all he’ll be able to do, at first, is work up the courage to finally not be an asshole,,, using little gestures that include but are not limited to:

1.) offering you a pencil when you lose yours. alright, alright, ik, very small, but this is bakugou alright?? mans doesn’t give up anything unless somebody tries to kill him for it and somehow manages to succeed

2.) let’s u copy off his school work/homework etc. obvi not all the time, but if ur in class, at the very end of a test, n he sees you looking over, bakugou will just sit there. he won’t put his arm over his work. not like he would if it was anyone else but you

3.) when you ask him things, he’ll answer. and there’s a pretty good chance he won’t tell u to fuck off at the end (what a miracle)

4.) will probably try his best to avoid exploding/hitting your face during training exercises. now ofc, if u get paired up with him for sparring, rip say ur prayers, bc he will by no means go easy. bakugou doesn’t even know the meaning of going easy. but he will keep his punches and burns away from ur face. probably also tries his best to only explode you thru the fabric of ur costume. so you don’t end up with burns (what a gentleman. not.)

5.) if you drop something on the ground in front of him, and he’s closer to it then you are, he’ll pick it up for u. u know, like a normal person for once.

-okay so as u can see, those things, which are very big for bakugou, are tiny. so tiny. and no other person is going to see those regular-human gestures as romantic interest bc why would they??? 

-see what i mean by embarrassing?? pls i love him but come on man

-but anyway, he’ll do that for a while. like probably up to a full month tbh

-and the entire time he’ll just be pissed bc ur not getting it. so he’ll keep doing those little things more often in the hopes that you’ll finally understand, but ofc u dont

(sidenote: bakugou having a crush is rlly funny to me bc if any of the bakusquad asked you what you thought about him all u’d have to say is “idk? normal? he’s whatever?? what is this question about?” bc his gestures are so small. so small that they just read like normal person behavior, and thus you have no significant opinion about him. and that’s just v comedic to me bc the absolute shock on their faces when u say that? pls they’re like “Y/N we cannot deal with either of you anymore. bakugou is not normal to people??? obviously he likes you!! why do you not get it?!!!”)

-but n e wayz, yeah he’ll continue with the little shit for a while and then just impulse confess

-pls bakugou is 0-100 or not at all,, so he’ll be completely content in his weird behavior until one day he’s just fed tf up with you.

-like ur walking around with a nice outfit and your hair done up,, just 100% living normally, but for whatever reason the sight of you that day accosts him. just pisses him off bc he likes you, a lot, and it’s embarrassing

-so he just impulse confesses right there in the heat of his anger. very “jesus fuck, you really went ahead and did it now, idiot. you really fuckin’ piss me off. i’ve been busting my ass for weeks now, bein’ fuckin’ nice as shit to you, and you’ve got nothing to say? just gonna walk around like that, on purpose, and keep fuckin’ quiet?”

- n you just “....?” 

-and he’ll roll his eyes and huff and probably clench his hands into fists and “i like you. dumbass. fuckin’ obviously.” 

- and suddenly you just “oh.” bc now it’s very clear to you how much of a relatively ?pleasant? person he is around you and how much that contrasts with the absolute asshole he is to everyone else

-pls ik everybody says he’s a pomeranian but like, no, seriously he is. he’ll pick one person to like and act normal around,, but to everyone else?? pls guard ur ankles he will bite tf out of them 

so, in conclusion, bakugou with a crush is an embarrassing but oddly endearing affair. very much a guy who fumbles all the way to the finish line, but he doesn’t give up. not ever, and especially not when u piss him off sm (read: fluster him sm) just by being yourself 

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

Your Highness & Princess

hi! here’s a small blurb from sinking ships because i miss them so much and they’re my favorite. i kinda recommend reading sinking ships before this one bc there might be ~some~ spoilers in here!

but if you want to see more of prince!harry and guard!yn pls request for anything you’d like to read here or if you’d simply like to just talk about them then I’d be more than happy to chat about my beloved couple!

word count: 1515 (not proofread!)

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“Are you excited?”

You looked at Gemma through the mirror as she smiled joyfully at you. Pursing your lips, you nodded before giving her a small smile.

“Very.”

It was yours and Harry’s wedding day, and you couldn’t be more excited to finally be bound to him forever—well, officially. Everything had happened quite fast; when Harry ran away from his own wedding and when you proposed to him, the two of you sailed off to Italy as that was the plan. One month ago, you had asked him, for your six-year anniversary, if he’d want to get married the following month; he happily said ‘yes.’ You thought that there was no way you were going to be able to pull off a wedding with such little time, especially in a different country. But Harry made sure he kept his promise. Although there wasn’t any rush to get married, he still couldn’t wait to call you his wife, so he made sure that he got everything in order for the special day.

He was quite involved in the wedding planning, which you were very thankful for. He gave his opinions and ideas when you asked for it, instead of telling that it was up to you or whatever you liked. Harry made sure that you didn’t stress over the wedding, and you certainly didn’t with him by your side.

Telling everyone that you two wanted invited was a hassle—that was the only thing you two were really stressed about. As talked about before, you two only really wanted twenty, the most thirty, people. And planning and booking a trip to Italy on short notice wasn’t the most stress-free plan for your guests, but fifteen people had RSVP’ed for a seat, which you were really happy about.

Most of the people who were going to the wedding were from Harry’s list. He had a few friends that he had gotten close to throughout the years and remained friends with when he ran away from the Royal House. From your list, Maria and a couple of friends that were staff of the Royal Family.

Your face was coated with makeup, giving you coverage and a glow to your skin as your eye makeup was simple—a champagne glitter to match your dress.

A knock on the door of the hotel room was heard; Gemma opened it to reveal her boyfriend, Sebastian.

“Hi, babe. You look gorgeous.” He gave her a kiss to her lips carefully, not wanting to ruin her lipstick. You were happy they had ended up together. Apparently, Gemma told the Queen about her relationship with Sebastian, and she wasn’t happy whatsoever; saying that both of her grandchildren were disappointments, but she didn’t kick her out like she did with Harry. Elaine simply couldn’t care anymore, she was tired of being disappointed, especially by her own family. So, Gemma moved out, Sebastian quit his job, and now, they were living in an apartment in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

Speaking of the Queen, she hadn’t come to the wedding because she wasn’t invited, end of.

“He’s ready,” Sebastian told Gemma, but loud enough so you could hear. You smiled to yourself, nerves settling in as there were only just about twenty minutes left until you get to walk down the aisle to your love, your anchor. “Y/N, you look great.”

“Thanks, Sebastian. How’s he doing?” You asked nervously.

“Pretty good. Pretty nervous.” You nodded, smiling gratefully at him. Sebastian and Gemma chatted a bit before he left the room.

Now, it was time for you to change and finally see your Prince.

When Sebastian got back to Harry’s hotel room, Harry shot up from the couch.

“How is she?” He asked. Sebastian chuckled, thinking you two are perfectly made for each other.

“Pretty good. Pretty nervous.” Harry nodded, muttering an ‘okay.’ “She looks great, by the way. She’s almost ready.”

“Okay, perfect.”

Time had gone by quickly as the guests were seated and Harry was at the front of the altar. He grasped his hands together to prevent them from shaking so much because despite knowing that you wouldn’t leave him hanging, this was it. The moment had finally arrived.

A woman who worked at the hotel started playing the cello beautifully as everyone stood up. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a bit. Once he opened them, you rounded the corner, making your way onto the grass as you started walking towards your forever.

It was a dream that you two talked about—getting married in the garden with the flowers blooming ever so beautifully, a champagne dress on your body, and everyone that you two loved and cherished were present. A dream come true, you thought.

A few tears slipped down Harry’s face, and he was quick to wipe them. You were so beautiful in his eyes, you always were, and it was just now hitting him that you and him were finally getting married. You smiled at him fondly, slightly pouting at his tears as a few of them prickled your eyes, trying to get to him as quick as you can.

Once you were close to the end of the aisle, he met you there, reaching a hand for you. He wanted so badly to kiss you already as he missed an entire night's worth of no kisses, so he sufficed for the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Princess,” he whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Harry blushed, mouthing ‘I love you’ as you did the same.

The minister began the ceremony, and it was a quick one, only saying a short story about you and Harry before it was time for the vows. The two of you decided to do your own personal vows, and Harry was first. He took out the piece of paper from his pocket as he began to read.

“My love, Y/N. You are the very reason my heart is full of love and is beating as hard as it always is. You have given me so much love and compassion throughout the years we’ve known each other, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you give me that love.” Harry took a small pause as he started sniffling. You sniffled, already wiping the test that slipped down your face, comfortingly rubbed the back of the hand that was free, encouraging him to continue. “We’ve been through so much, the good and the bad, the tears and the laughs, and everything in between. But something that we haven’t done was walk away from each other, and I promise, for the rest of my life that I will never walk away from you. I promise I will give you my love, devotion, and compassion a little more than what you give me because you deserve all the world has to offer. I promise to love you forever, my dream girl, my ship, my Princess, and my heart.”

By the end of his vows, you were full on crying, and you could care less about how your makeup looked right now because all you could focus on were Harry’s words. But now, it was your turn.

“Harry, as simple as it sounds, I love you so entirely much. You’ve taught me so much throughout the years; to never give up, to love with my whole heart, and to be the best I could be. You’ve given me the strength and helped me when I couldn’t deal with it anymore. You held my problems on your shoulders when I didn’t want to handle it because you're selfless like that. You always put everyone that you love before you. My love, I promise to give you strength, to support you, to only lift you up, and to love you for the rest of my life. You are my anchor, my dream boy, the love of my life, and my Prince.”

The two of you were filled with tears down your faces, and Harry almost leaned in to kiss you, but the guests had shouted and warned him that it wasn’t time to kiss yet. Everyone laughed, including the two of you as Harry put his hands up on defense.

The two of you exchanged rings, kissing each other’s ring finger after it was placed delicately and beautiful on your fingers.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Harry, you may kiss your bride.” Harry acted fast, pulling you in to place a loving and official kiss to your lips to sign your marriage. The guests cheered, whistled, and clapped, incredibly happy for the newlyweds.

“My wife,” Harry muttered against your lips.

You giggled. “Husband.”

Pulling away, the two of you faced the crowd instead of getting completely lost in each other. You held his hand as you walked down the aisle as you gleamed with love and happiness.

You felt incredibly happy and were filled with joy as this was your happily ever after; right here with Harry.

[orbitvenus]

this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗