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imarizaki · 3 years

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— relentless as a waterfall;

synopsis: you’re in way over your head. you’ve overestimated your abilities to keep your feelings for none other than your childhood friend, sakusa kiyoomi. things were fine, until the river of love you hold for him starts to burst through, flowing free and strong as a waterfall. you soon realize that everything was a mistake, especially when your heart is in the receiving end of never ending ache.

or, you make a big oopsie and now you have to try to get things under control before you go insane (or he finds out, whichever one happens first).

word count: 8.1k !!

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

genres + warnings: childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, fluff, angst, suggestive themes, swearing, mutual pining, slow burn

a/n: PLS THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I’VE WRITTEN JSKDJSK this is so self indulgent aaa i’ll rb the taglist later shsjhd

What classifies as a mistake?

Honestly, it depends on what you’ve done recently, or whatever pops into your head first. Mistakes could be trivial, like going somewhere you shouldn’t have, or they could be quite impactful, for example, cheating on an exam you should’ve studied for and getting caught.

There are many things a person can classify as a mistake.

For example, buying a pet when you can barely take care of yourself, agreeing to go somewhere with friends only for it to turn sour, or doing something when you think is right until you realize that it’s just the beginning of your downfall.

Mistakes are an extensive gray area. Some people consider such trivial things as mistakes, while others don’t. Now, everyone could agree on one thing, and that’s what everyone knows as ‘fuck ups’.

You’d like to think your life had just had small, insignificant mistakes.

You’d never actually done many things that would classify as a fuck up. But you should have expected all those 21 years of your life where only small mistakes happened to build up to what should — and actually is — your biggest fuck up.

So, everything was alright the way it was. Your life was sailing smoothly, completely free from fuck ups.

Until it wasn’t.

And that’s something you’re reminded of every time you’re laying in Sakusa’s bed, because never in your life had you imagined you’d be doing this with him — him who used to be the same kid you’d met in second grade, the same kid who used to stick by your side when his cousin wasn’t around.

If you’d known that very same kid would turn out to be the reason your heart fluttered and ached, you probably wouldn’t have befriended him. In fact, you’re almost certain that you would have avoided him at all costs.

Or so you hope that’s what you would’ve done.

But when you feel him try to gently pull you against him, you know that even if you’d been warned about the way this man would make you feel, you’d still go ahead and do this. Because your love for him made you selfishly want more than you could have.

Which is why you gingerly lift his arm, trying not to disturb him, and stand up. But you should have known better, Sakusa always was quite the light sleeper.

“You’re not going to stay?” Sakusa softly says. You freeze, but you don’t turn to face him, instead, you walk over to the pile where your clothes were.

“I can’t, Omi,” you mutter.

“Just this once?” he groans, slightly shifting to sit on the bed. He runs a hand through his tousled curls as he stares at your back. You pick up your shirt from the floor.

“I,” you pause, “I really shouldn’t.” You turn to look at him, and you shakily exhale.

“Please? It’s just the two of us,” he pleads. You know you shouldn’t give in. You know that he won’t ever know the impact of what staying the night means to you.

You turn away and slip your shirt on. You hear the bedsheets softly rustle and you soon feel Sakusa’s arms wrap around your waist. Your breath hitches the moment you feel his breath against your neck, and you curse yourself for the immense longing that takes over once he softly presses his lips against the crook of your neck.

“Omi,” you whisper. You turn your head slightly to the side and you’re met with his lips being mere centimeters away from yours.

“Stay with me,” his voice barely above a whisper, “just for tonight.”

“You always say that,” you softly laugh. You notice how his eyes are now filled with mirth and how his smile makes the corners of his eyes slightly crinkle.

He hums, “I do, don’t I?” He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s worth it, though,” he notes, “I get to keep you in my arms for longer.” He lifts his head and you turn your body around to face him.

If he knew what such simple teasing did to your heart, you’re sure he would stop. Because that’s how he is, it’s how he’s always been. He’s a tease until he realizes it flusters you too much.

You narrow your eyes and playfully smirk at him.

“Don’t get cute with me, Omi,” you chide, “it doesn’t suit you.”

He heartily laughs — you swear his laugh always releases a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, not only because it’s so uncommon to hear him laugh like this, but also because he only does so with you.

He playfully pouts, “I mean it, though.” He gingerly rubs circles against your hips.

“Stay, Y/N.” A request. Most movies have taught you that this is usually a command, but when it comes from Sakusa, you know he’s giving you the option to choose. That’s how he’s always been. And maybe that’s why you keep falling for him even more.

“Just this once?” you whisper.

A smile blooms on his lips, “Just this once.”

He pecks your lips, “But if you want me to stop, just say so, alright, love?”

You hum, “Alright.”

He softly presses his lips against yours, his hands slowly roaming up your body to remove your shirt once more. He nibbles on your bottom lip, and that’s all it takes for your lingering resolve to melt away. You know you should tell him to stop, your mind screams at you to do so, but in the battle between your heart and mind, your heart comes out on top — it has always put Sakusa first.

So you don’t tell him to stop. You never do. Not when he picks you up with ease and carries you back to his bed. Not when he hooks your legs around his waist as he leaves a trail of kisses from your stomach to your neck. And certainly not when he rocks his hips forward in a way that leaves you arching your back to press your chest against his, your nails digging into his back, and you know that it must hurt, but he never says anything about it, opting to leave kisses against your neck and lips as he softly mutters words of reassurance instead.

You know that things would be better if he let you leave after fucking. Maybe that way you could spare yourself the heartache that came with waking up to an empty bed, knowing Sakusa had left for practice. But you’d never complain about it, anyway.

Because staying the night, just to indulge yourself — to let that small ember of hope grow stronger, that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same as you — that’s your mistake, not his.

Everyone knows the most important rule of friends with benefits.

Don’t catch feelings.

It’s as simple as that, because it’s meant to be a purely physical relationship. It’s meant to be a way for two people who are either too busy, or just don’t want to date anyone, to get their needs satiated. It’s no strings attached.

Adding on to that fact, no one is oblivious to this universal rule.

So why you agreed to do this when you knew damn well that you’d already broken it is beyond you.

Actually, no, it wasn’t beyond you.

You know why you agreed, and it’s due to the unmeasurable love you hold towards that damned curly haired man. You know that you shouldn’t have agreed to it, not in a million years, and that this is by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. There was too much to lose when it came to this, if your feelings for Sakusa became too obvious, then not only would this arrangement be over, but all those years of knowing each other would go to waste.

Long story short, you’re playing with fire and you know you’re bound to get burnt eventually.

Yet, whenever you try to stop yourself from giving in to your desire for Sakusa, you always end up going back to him as soon as you feel his gentle touch. And you know that the love you hold for him is too much to simply try and stop it. It would be like trying to stop a waterfall.

Sometimes you wish you knew exactly when you fell in love with him. Love doesn’t grow in trees, after all. So there’s absolutely no way that these feelings for a certain curly haired rascal just poofed out of thin air. You suppose that maybe it has to do with the fact that you’d known him for most of your life. That was the most reasonable answer, wasn’t it? But as reasonable as it was, it was also one of the most cliché things ever. Falling in love with the one person who has seen every side to you there is, someone who has been through all your ups and downs, that one specific person who always shows you a different side to themselves — because, yeah, Sakusa seemed to be more carefree around you, something not even Komori managed to achieve, even if he was his cousin.

It’s quite weird, isn’t it? That the one person you love most turned it to be the same person you used to analyze as a child.

You vividly remember how you used to stare at him from across the class when you were little, just trying to build up the courage to approach him in a way that wouldn’t make him uncomfortable around you. You were so young, yet you wanted to get to know this boy more than anything you’d ever wanted before. You’d run up to your mother one day and asked her if she ever felt like she had to know more about someone. She chuckled and kissed the top of your head, gently saying that she did, but that you shouldn’t worry about things like those at the time. You only frowned at the time, but what your mother said only caused your curiosity to grow.

You feel weird, staring at some random kid who barely even glanced your way as if you were hunting down your prey. Still, you would do whatever it took to get him to talk to you, even if it meant having to stop being the kid with the most shiny star stickers. You prop your head in your hand as you swing your legs. You watch as he sits up straighter on his desk, his curls slightly bouncing with his movements. Your lips quirk up into a smile. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel to touch his curls at least once. They must be soft, you conclude. You raise your tiny arm towards the direction of his hair, you try to imagine smoothing his hair down. Your smile grows wider.

“Y/N.”

You jolt. Your head snaps towards the blackboard, where you’re met with your teacher frowning at you.

“Would you mind sharing with the class what you’re doing?” she asks.

You look around quickly before rapidly shaking your head. You look down into your lap, your tiny fists bundling up the fabric of your skirt. Your face heats up in embarrassment at being caught by your teacher — and him, for that matter. You shyly lift your head up and glance in the kid’s direction. You avert your eyes once you see him staring at you, confusion evident in his features. Your mouth forms into a line and your legs start swinging even faster, simply waiting until you could be released for — what you like to call — playtime. And you are, sort of, after your teacher tells you that you’ll be spending your break time sitting next to her, rather than playing on the swings with the rest of your class.

You sigh as you stare at your classmates laughing. You glumly take a bite of the sandwich your dad packed for you. You’re so caught up in your own pity party you don’t even realize that someone sat next to you until you hear the bench creak due to more weight being added. You look up and your eyes immediately widen, your tiny form slowly shaking from the way you’re trying to properly digest your food. Shock is evident in your features as you stare at the kid sitting next to you. A smile creeps into your face.

You clear your throat, shaking off any nerves that surged.

“Hi,” you squeak.

The kid turns his head and looks at you. He looks around before coming to the conclusion that you were, in fact, speaking to him. He hesitantly waves at you. You beam.

“I’m L/N Y/N!” you giggle, child-like wonder evident in your tone. If you’d known not paying attention in class would land you into the perfect opportunity to talk to this kid, you would’ve done it sooner.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he mumbles. He glances behind you and he sees your teacher stand up, frustration and worry making her brows furrow. He gulps and returns his gaze to meet your eyes. You shift slightly closer to him — just enough to close a bit of distance, but not enough to make him uncomfortable.

“I like your hair,” the words come tumbling out of your mouth. Sakusa’s eyes widen, he quickly mutters a ‘thank you’ before looking away, a soft pink hue settling in the apples of his cheeks, causing laughter to blurt out of your lips. You scoot closer to him, trying to meet his gaze, only for him to keep avoiding your gaze. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you don’t care. You finally started your journey on getting to know Sakusa Kiyoomi, and nothing was going to stop you from becoming his friend.

“I like your lunch box,” you blurt out, your lips finally returning to a small smile instead of the grin you had before. You close your eyes and you give him the most genuine smile you can muster.

“Thanks,” he speaks a little louder this time, but it’s still just barely enough for both of you to hear, “I, um, your lunch box is pretty.” He silently points at your lunch box and you proudly puff your chest out.

“Thanks!” your voice is laced with pride, “I pasted those Sailor Moon stickers there, myself!”

He silently nods, as if he understood the amount of pride you held for your self-decorated lunch box. Silence settles between the two of you once your teacher returns and you soon stare at your feet. You silently cheered for yourself, a feeling of excitement blooming in your heart at the fact that you finally got to talk to the boy who captured your attention.

You turn your head to look at him, and smile when you see him look away flustered at the fact that you’d caught him staring. You turn your gaze up to the sky, your eyes squinting as your heart squeezes with unfamiliar emotions.

You couldn’t wait to tell your parents all about your new friend.

You’re sure that anyone can tell there’s something going on between you and Sakusa. You’ve noticed the way his teammates look at you while they think you’re distracted. In fact, the only person who you’re sure hasn’t noticed anything is Komori, and that’s because he’s had to witness the blatant favorability his cousin has for you throughout the past 13 years.

If you have to be honest, you’re getting tired from all the walking on eggshells that Sakusa’s teammates do around you — except for Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata. Those three practically threw themselves at your feet when they saw Sakusa smile at you for the first time, it’s like they unfiltered themselves around you ever since they first met you (it’s weird, in some sort of way, to have three grown men use you as their shield when Sakusa’s mad at them). It was quite obvious they’d immediately taken a liking to you, and — truth be told — you like them just as much. However, if there is one person who seems irked by this small fact, it has to be Sakusa.

What makes it obvious? Well, the fact that he practically has to restrain himself from spiking a ball towards Atsumu’s unsuspecting head whenever he gets ‘too close’, or those times in which you can see him glaring holes into Bokuto’s back out of the corner of your eye, and let’s not forget the one time he straight up bribed Hinata to leave you alone (spoiler: he didn’t). Still, whenever you tried to confront him about it he always brushed it off by saying he wanted to keep you away from those annoying pests.

“So,” you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn around and see Atsumu.

“So...?” you raise a brow. You see Atsumu smirk and a cocky look quickly flashes through his face, from the corner of your eye you can see Sakusa practicing his serves along with Bokuto and Hinata.

“What’s with the, uh,” he points at a certain spot in his neck, “what’s with the bruise?” Your face pales, you realize that you may have missed a spot when covering the hickeys Sakusa left the previous night.

You can only blame yourself, really (a tiny part of you blames your fuck buddy for keeping you up longer than intended, what with the whole sweet facade he put up just to get you agree to another round — which soon turned into another one no thanks to his persistence and your inability to say no to him).

You place your hand over the spot, and quickly look away. There’s a pregnant pause in which only the sound of the ball slamming against the floor can be heard. You purse your lips, squinting your eyes as you try to come up with something to say. You weigh your words.

“Beauty hack gone wrong,” you slowly say, shifting your eyes to stare at the setter. You awkwardly smile, which leads Atsumu into looking at you skeptically. He slowly nods, his brows furrowing.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs.

He leans in closer.

“You and I aren’t falling for that bullshit, doll.”

You frown.

“It’s not bullshit,” you hiss, “and even if it was — which it isn’t — why do you want to know?”

A cocky smile graces his lips. Neither of you notice that the slamming sound has decreased a bit.

“Because I saw something quite odd a while ago,” his voice is laced with amusement, “see, I think I saw Omi Omi’s back with some peculiar marks when we were changing.”

His eyes darken, “I was wondering if you knew anything about that.”

Your eyes widen for a split second before they narrow.

“‘Tsumu, you piece of-” you and Atsumu jump a foot into the air once you hear a resounding slam echo throughout the gym. You look around and notice Sakusa’s seething form, his arm being a dead giveaway to the fact that he was the one who spiked the ball mere centimeters away from Atsumu’s head.

You notice the way he clenches his fists as he makes his way over to where both of you stood, his eyes filled with rage and an undertone of something you can’t quite tell.

“Word to the wise, Miya,” he glares at the blonde setter, “mind your own fucking business.” He pats Atsumu’s shoulder and makes his way past him to retrieve the ball. You stifle a laugh at the setter’s frozen state, knowing fully well that whatever happens during that state won’t register in his brain. Your body is slowly trembling from the laughter bubbling up inside you. You’re about to reach your breaking point when you feel a familiar warmth behind you. A soft gasp escapes your lips, your eyes widening and a soft blush makes its home in your cheeks.

“I’ll see you later, right?” Sakusa whispers, you feel his breath ghost the shell of your ear, and you realize how close he must actually be. Your heart’s beating erratically at the proximity between your body and his, and your mind is suddenly blaring alarms in your head, all of them insisting you say no. Your mind is persistent in making you stop this never ending cycle of going back into his arms when you know you shouldn’t raise your hopes up too high.

But when you feel Sakusa softly squeeze your waist as he presses a kiss where your jaw and ear connect, you can’t help but wordlessly nod as a shaky breath makes its way past your lips.

And you’re thrown into that cycle once more, and you can only blame yourself for giving in. Because you’ve never once been able to say no to him, not as a child, and certainly not now that you’re an adult.

You’ve come to the conclusion that you need to stop ignoring your mind.

You’ve also come to the conclusion that mind over matter seems to be something that just naturally flows in Kiyoomi’s veins, and that’s something you realize as you’re lying beneath him, trapped between his arms, both of you panting and flushed.

How this man could just simply power through all the exhaustion from practice just to exhaust you is completely beyond you (not like you’d complain about it, anyway). It isn’t until you feel him try to move his hips against yours that you actually stop him.

“No,” you huff, “we’re not doing this again.”

He pouts. Nevertheless, he halts his movements. He shifts his position so that he’s laying his head against your chest. You hope he mistakes your erratic heartbeat as a result of your previous activities rather than the actual reason (read: the fact that he decided to lay on you instead of next to you). You gently card your fingers through his hair and he immediately melts into your touch, a content hum escaping his lips. You gently curl a few strands of his hair around your finger.

“Hey, Omi?” you whisper. He lifts his head to look at you. A questioning hum sounds from his direction.

“Do you remember that time we went out on a field trip to the museum for school?”

“Yes,” he replies, “what about it?”

You purse your lips and you look at him. You were grasping at straws by now to try and figure out exactly when you fell in love with him. So truly, anything helped out at this point. Even if it seemed completely nonsensical.

“Well,” you smile, “do you remember how Komori was the reason we never went out again?”

He snorts, “I‘m pretty sure that was you, love.” You stick your tongue out, causing him to chuckle before he leans in to peck your lips.

He softly traces patterns against your skin, an amused hum leaving his lips when he feels you shiver under his touch.

“Is there a specific reason as to why you’re asking that, Y/N?” Sakusa asks, his voice barely above a whisper yet still full of curiosity. He props himself up to look at you comfortably. He studies your face, and he wonders if you can feel his thundering heart. He’s always wondered that, really. He wishes he could find the answers he was looking for by simply looking at you.

You look away, your cheeks burning up. You didn’t know what to say to that. After all, how were you supposed to tell the one person you didn’t want to know you loved him that you wanted to know when you fell in love with him?

You lick your lips, “Just trying to remember why we got our class banned from visiting again.” You laugh when you see a playful shimmer in his eyes, his lips quirked into an amused smirk.

“We?” his voice is laced with mock disbelief, “I’m sure you did that all by yourself, Y/N.”

You snort, “Yeah, right.”

“It’s the truth!” he laughs, “no one ever asked you to try to steal a painting.”

You squint your eyes at him, “Are you sure that you didn’t have anything to do with that?”

He closes his eyes and nods. A smile blooms on his face.

“All I ever said was that it’d be cool to see it if it had anything in the back,” his voice is laced with joy, “I never actually told you to grab it.”

You frown, “You didn’t?”

He shakes his head.

You could’ve sworn he did.

“Seriously?” confusion laces your voice. Sakusa nods, his brows slowly creasing his forehead and his lips part in confusion.

“Huh,” you sigh. Your frown deepens and you zone out.

Just how stupid were you as a child? What could have possibly possessed you to do something so reckless?

All this time you’d been certain that Sakusa had told you to do that, but to hear him say that he didn’t, well, it confused you. And you’re sure Komori wouldn’t have told you to do so, especially not with his personality (even though he would’ve done so if he was told to).

You gaze into Sakusa’s eyes and see yourself reflected in them (but you don’t see the love that’s swimming in them as he looks at you). As you gaze into his eyes, your mind slowly starts connecting the dots, and suddenly, everything clicks.

You’d always loved him.

From the very first time you spoke to him as a small, reckless child. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him. And that explains the reason as to why you were more than willing to take the risk of stealing a painting, because if it meant seeing him happy, then you’d do it. Which also explains why you’re doing this, even if it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest every time you wake up alone in his bed.

“Is something wrong, baby?” Sakusa’s voice snaps you out of our reverie.

Your heart is pounding at the sudden realization that this man — this rascal that’s laying on your chest — meant everything to you. So, yes, there was something wrong. You shouldn’t be here. Not now, and certainly not with him. But no matter what you do, or how hard you wish you could say that to him, you can’t. Because the words would always stay in the tip of your tongue — just mere seconds away from leaving your mouth — only for them to be washed away as he swirls his tongue with yours in a feverish kiss that leaves you chasing after his lips once more.

“No,” you exhale, “everything’s fine, Omi.”

You can never bring yourself to tell him the truth. Not when you know that everything could crumble right in front of your eyes. So, you always settle for holding him as close as you can, cradling his much larger frame in your arms. And even though you know that he’ll be gone in the morning, leaving you with nothing but your aching heart and a cold bed, you always sink into his chest.

Because your love for him overshadows any amount of logic you hold.

Sakusa stares at your sleeping form as he dries his hair. A small smile blooms in his face. He’s always admired how peacefully you slept, he wonders what it must feel like to sleep like that, as if you didn’t have a care in the world — completely unaware that this is one of the only times in which you’re not troubled by your thoughts. His eyes fill with warmth as he sees you stir in your sleep. His heart swells as he thinks about how you both met. It’s weird, to think that such a reckless kid (read: you) could get along so well with a reserved kid (read: him).

Truth be told, he did want to speak to you as a child, he just didn’t know how to approach you — he was nothing more than a lonely kid, after all. To him you were (and still are) like the sun, so he could only dream of interacting with you. But when he saw you staring at him in class that one fateful day, that was all it took to give him the burst of confidence to sit next to you. He admired how you didn’t let anything stop you.

He’s always admired all of you.

He silently steps out of the apartment. He sighs.

He always hated leaving you alone. He wishes he didn’t have to leave for practice early. Heck, he wishes he could stop asking you to stay the night on weekdays, but both of you knew that Komori tended to make his impromptu visits early during weekends. Still, he hopes that maybe, someday, you’ll be able to stay the night and he’ll finally be able to be the first person you see when you wake up.

But for now, he settles for holding you as close as he can until he’s forced to leave for practice, keeping your warmth with him as he tries to make it through the day until he can finally see you again. Because clinging desperately onto that flickering ember of hope that you feel the same way he does is, that’s all he can do.

Sakusa has never really considered himself to be a violent person. That would include punching someone, or getting all soaked in someone else’s blood — and frankly, that’s not something he’d enjoy. But right now? Right now that sounds appealing. And the unlucky soul that is getting on his nerves (for the nth time) is none other than Miya Atsumu.

Sakusa doesn’t really know what he was expecting (not much, really), but he certainly wasn’t expecting Atsumu to rush over to where he was as soon as he set foot in the gym, spouting nonsense about whatever it is he was talking about. Sakusa never pays attention to what he says, anyway. He doesn’t regard it as important, thus, he sees no need to register what the setter is saying. Or, that was the case until he heard your name fall from the blonde’s lips.

“What did you say?”

Atsumu stops talking, an offended expression taking over his face.

“Did you not listen to a single word I said?”

“Was I supposed to?” Sakusa deadpans. He hears snickering coming from behind him, and he doesn’t even have to turn around to know it’s Bokuto and Hinata.

Atsumu places his hands on his shoulders.

“I said-”

“Don’t touch me.”

He rolls his eyes before removing his hands from his shoulders.

“I said,” he pouts, “how long is it going to take for Y/N to get here?”

Sakusa raises a brow, “what makes you think she’s coming over?”

“She always comes over during practice!” Hinata chirps.

Bokuto eagerly nods, “we love having her around!”

The other two men nod in agreement. Sakusa narrows his eyes as he glances between the three men.

“And why do you want to know if she’s going to get here?”

The trio look at each other before staring at Sakusa.

“She always arrives a little while after you do,” Atsumu says. Bokuto smiles and nods, Hinata copies his movements. Sakusa looks away.

“She’s busy,” he mutters. That wasn’t a lie, per se. You wouldn’t be going to visit, and he was sure you’d be busy throughout the day. He knew that they were referring to whether or not you’d be arriving later on during morning practice — you always did, after all, your mornings were never busy. But, he also knew that you wouldn’t be coming over because you’d complained about how sore your legs would be in the morning. Sakusa has never been so thankful for a mask before. He’s aware that if his friends saw the red in his cheeks they’d freak out.

Bokuto and Hinata visibly deflate at the ravenette’s answer, but a look of silent comprehension flashes through Atsumu’s eyes.

“Must’ve gone too hard on her, huh?” he smirks. The other two men look at each other with confusion. Sakusa really didn’t want to have to deal with Atsumu’s bullshit this early in the morning.

“Shut up, Atsumu,” he growls.

“It’s nothin’ to be ashamed about, Omi,” he snickers, “one can only keep things like those a secret for so long.”

Silent understanding flashes through Hinata and Bokuto’s faces. Sakusa glares at the setter.

“I thought I told you to mind your business,” he seethes.

“You did, but here’s the thing,” Atsumu leans in, “the way you treat us nicer when she’s around sort of makes it our business.”

Sakusa’s brows furrow in confusion, “That makes no sense?!”

Bokuto looks at Hinata, bewilderment evident in his features.

“I think he means that because Omi treats us nicer when Y/N’s around then we should be aware of when she’s coming over,” he whispers. Bokuto slowly nods in understanding. He looks at Sakusa.

“So that must mean you two have been dating for a while, right?” Bokuto asks.

Sakusa flinches and he scratches the back of his neck. He doesn’t answer.

“Are you two not dating?” Hinata asks, his voice laced with shock. Sakusa slowly shakes his head. His cheeks are burning up from embarrassment. Atsumu lets out a low whistle.

“So you two are just fuck buddies, then,” he concludes.

“What makes you so sure about that?” there’s an undertone of annoyance in Sakusa’s voice.

“Well, for starters,” he drawls, “I know hickeys and scratches when I see them, and you both meet that criteria.” He raises his hands.

“Besides, you’re always eye-fucking each other when you’re in the same room. And neither of you are in a relationship that we know of.”

Sakusa sharply breathes in. Atsumu smirks at the opposite hitter’s silently shaken form. Hinata steps closer.

“You like her, though, right?” he softly asks. Sakusa looks at him.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘love’,” he whispers.

“Does she know?” Bokuto quickly adds. Silence.

Atsumu groans, “Well, you’re gonna tell her soon, ‘kay?” Sakusa’s eyes widen.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sighs, “you can’t keep this up now that one of the rules is broken.”

“But,” Sakusa pauses, “I don’t know how to tell her.”

The three men look at each other, before determined smiles grace their lips.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.”

You trust Sakusa with all your heart, truly. But in this very moment, you’re starting to doubt whether or not that’s a good decision.

He usually always lets you know what he’s planning. Key word: usually. You understand that he wants to surprise you and all, but you can’t help but grow anxious of where he’s taking you.

“Omi,” you laugh, “where are you taking me?” You entwine your fingers with his, trying to keep up to his pace.

He looks back at you and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I can’t tell you,” he chuckles, “it wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew, Y/N.”

Your lips turn up in amusement.

“You know,” you playfully say, “sometimes I wonder what happened to the little Kiyoomi I met.”

He stops and turns around. He lets go of your hand. His eyebrows are raised in amusement, and his eyes are full of intrigue.

“Is that supposed to be good or bad?” Sakusa asks, his tone questioning, yet still full of gaiety. You giggle. You can imagine the way the corners of his mouth are curved into a small smile underneath the mask. You tap your finger against your chin and you start walking closer to him.

“It depends,” you quip. You stick your tongue out when you see the look of faux offence in his face. You heartily laugh as you start running away from him, but you know he’d catch up to you — heck, you were counting on it. You look back and smile when you see him rapidly approaching. A deep chuckle makes its way out of his mouth. Your legs are burning from how tired you are, but you enjoyed being like this with him — as if you were both kids again, blissfully ignorant to all the dangers in the world, two youthful and innocent souls running around — the gentle breeze making your sundress slowly sway with it, the way Sakusa’s curls were bouncing as he ran to you.

You look back, your legs slowly coming to a stop. You heave, trying to catch your breath, your lips curving to form a grin on your face once you see Kiyoomi approaching.

“So,” you pant, “where are we headed off to again?”

He breathlessly laughs as he points to your left.

“You see that hill over there?” he breathes. You nod. He extends his hand out to you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You beam as you grab his hand. You intertwine your fingers with his, both of you slowly making your way up the hill.

“Is this…?” you trail off. Your eyes light up as you stare at the familiar scenery in front of you. You can vaguely remember how you used to run around as a child, a flower crown in your hands — one drastically different than the one sitting on your head — chasing after Sakusa, while your parents talked to each other, and Komori laughed seeing his cousin being chased by someone far smaller than him.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He steps closer to you, gingerly holding your hand in his as he places the other one on the small of your back. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb and he gently kisses the top of your head.

Your heart does flips at the fact that he remembered such small details from your shared childhood.

Sakusa stares at you.

The orange hues of the sunset made you look far more beautiful.

He exhales, mustering up as much courage as he could. He hopes with every fiber of his being that things would work out in his favor. He wishes you can’t feel the slight tremble in his hands.

“Y/N?” he softly asks. You look at him, a small smile gracing your face, your cheeks slightly flushed, and you don’t know this, but Sakusa’s heart spikes when he sees the way the sun frames your form in its soft glow.

“I think,” he takes a deep breath, “I think we should stop this.”

Your heart drops. You know exactly what he means. But the selfish side of yourself wishes he wasn’t.

“Huh?” your eyes widen. You try to steady your breathing.

“I mean,” he clears his throat, “there’s really no point in keeping this up since the rule has been broken for a while now, right?”

You don’t say anything, you’re not sure if you could without your voice cracking.

“So, I think we should end this.”

You let go of his hand. His eyes widen. Neither of you know what’s going on through the other’s mind, but there’s one thought you both have in common.

You’ve fucked up.

Everything was a mistake.

You shouldn’t have done this. You should’ve stopped this from the moment it popped into your life. You should’ve stopped this before things escalated too quickly, maybe that way you’d spare yourself the pain of having to face the truth in that way.

You haven’t seen Sakusa ever since he cut things off. You’ve ignored every call, every text — from both him and Komori — you’re not sure you can face him. Not yet, at least. Or maybe not ever.

Hot tears start streaming down your cheeks.

Was this really it? Was this really the end of the line for both of you?

You groan, crouching in front of your bedroom door as if it could provide any comfort to your heart. It had been weeks since you last saw him. You curse yourself for still being hung up about it, but you know that these things hurt. They hurt and they need time to heal, yet you still know that recovering from this is something you don’t want, because it would mean leaving him — leaving Sakusa Kiyoomi, the man who held your heart in his hands ever since he was a kid — behind. And you’re not sure if you’re ready for that yet (you don’t want to be).

You want to let go, you really do. But at the same time you don’t. You sniffle. If you’d known the aftermath of your arrangement was this — your heart in shambles, aching at the fact that you haven’t seen Kiyoomi in days (but you don’t want to see him, either, you’re afraid of what will happen) — you wouldn’t have agreed in the first place.

You bury your face in your hands. You hate this feeling of being adrift, because you know you’re feeling like this because of him. And the least you wanted to do was feel anything other than love towards him (your heart can’t bear harboring any resentment that’s aimed at him).

You hear a loud knock. Your head snaps up. You don’t move. There’s a moment of silence before the knocking becomes more persistent. You get up, drying your eyes with the sleeve of your — well, Sakusa’s — hoodie (that you stole). You walk over to your front door and swing it open only to find yourself face to face with Komori. You both stare at each other for a second and you slam the door.

Panic rushes through you. You slap your cheeks and take a deep breath before you open the door. Komori freezes like a deer in headlights. Uncomfortable silence settles between you two. You awkwardly shuffle your feet.

“Do you,” you awkwardly cough, “do you want to come in?”

He hesitantly nods and you step out of the way.

“Uh,” he pauses, “how have you been?”

You shoot him a withering look. Out of all the things he could say, he just had to go ahead and ask about that.

Dumbass.

You click your tongue, “what does it look like?”

He bites the inside of his cheek, “that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?” You nod. He flinches at the stony look in your eyes.

“Why are you here, Komori?”

He opens his mouth and immediately closes it. You know he’s weighing the options between telling you or not.

You really don’t have the patience for this.

“Komori.”

He winces.

“He misses you,” he mumbles. Your heartbeat slowly picks up, a swarm of butterflies invades your stomach. You look away, hoping he can’t see the way the corners of your lips lift into a small, hopeful smile. But you soon stop yourself from going down this path again. A frown settling on your face instead.

“He shouldn’t,” you say, “he’s the reason I can’t face him.”

You clench your fist.

“I’m sure he’s told you all about the arrangement,” you bitterly say.

“Actually,” he clears his throat, “I was the one who gave him the idea.” He scratches the back of his head. Your head snaps towards Komori, your eyes widening and your lips parting in shock.

“What?”

He frantically waves his hands, “He wanted to be closer to you!”

“Komori,” you seethe, “do you have any idea the amount of heartache I had to go through because of your fucking idea?!”

“No one told you to agree!” he yells.

“I love him too much to say no to him!” you groan, “you already know that!”

He shoots you a puzzled look. You sigh.

“I,” you stutter, “I love him.”

Komori owlishly blinks at you.

“Let me get this straight,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you agreed to it even though you’d already broken the rules?”

“Yes,” you grumble. You glare at Komori, your eyes matching the same level of annoyance as his.

“What were you thinking?!” he yells.

“That’s the problem!” you raise your arms in frustration, “I wasn’t thinking!”

You run a hand through your hair.

“It’s not like I woke up one day thinking ‘Oh, hey! It’s a perfect day to become fuckbuddies with Omi!’” a choked sob makes its way past your lips. You aggravatedly sigh and you rub your eyes.

He sighs, concern evident in his face.

“What made you agree to it if you knew it’d hurt you?” he whispered.

You stare at him, tears blurring your vision.

“I wanted to know what it would feel like to be loved by him,” you choke out. Now that you say it out loud, you’re aware of how stupid it sounds. You play with the hoodie’s strings, avoiding eye contact with the brunette.

“He never told you, did he?”

You look up.

“Told me what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He gulps. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as that tiny spark of hope ignites once more.

“He loves you.”

Your eyes widen, the butterflies in your stomach finally flying free.

“Where is he?” you breathe out.

“Y/N-”

“Komori,” you say, determination evident in your voice, “I need to see him.”

He smiles, “he’s practicing.”

And that’s all it takes to have you sprinting out of your apartment, screaming a quick ‘thank you’ to Komori over your shoulder as you slip on the first pair of shoes you could find.

A smile blooms on your face as you sprint towards the gym. And for the first time, your mind and heart agree.

The sound of squeaking finally reaches your ears as you walk as fast as you can — because let’s be real, your legs are burning, and you really regret running all the way over here — towards the gym doors.

You peek inside the gym and see Sakusa practicing his spikes along with Atsumu. Your heart feels giddy. You blush, whether it’s out of embarrassment or the fact that you ran for 15 minutes straight, you do not know. But you’ll be damned if you let this slip through your fingers.

“Who are we staring at?”

You jolt. You place your hand on your chest and look back. Bokuto beams at you, Hinata parroting the man’s actions.

“Uh,” you stammer, “I was looking for Omi.”

Hinata and Bokuto exchange a knowing look before they each grab your arms and walk you over in Sakusa’s direction.

You feel anxiety bubble up in the pit of your stomach. You wonder if he’d be happy to see you. You wish you’d practiced this before running over. Your breaths quicken, you can hear your pounding heart.

“Hey, Omi!” Hinata calls out.

Sakusa turns around and meets your eyes. You can see his eyes widen as they scan your figure. A soft blush covers his cheeks as he realizes your frame is engulfed by his much larger hoodie.

“Y/N?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes scan your face as he closes the distance between the two of you. You don’t notice when Bokuto and Hinata step away, and you’re sure Kiyoomi doesn’t, either.

“Omi,” you breathe out, tear streams down your cheek. He rushes over to you and wraps you in his arms. He rests his cheek on top of your head.

For the first time, you can feel how fast his heart is racing.

He trembles as he holds you close, and you tighten your hold around him.

“I missed you,” he croaks. You don’t miss the slight quiver in his voice. You look up at him, tears streaming down your face as you stare at the man who holds the keys to your heart.

“I missed you too,” you cry. He gently dries your tears.

“How did you-?”

“Komori,” you whisper. You bury your face in his chest.

“Wait, I’m really sweaty right now-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You nuzzle your face against him.

“I love you,” you say, barely audible, but it’s enough for Sakusa to catch those three words. You softly giggle as you feel his heart pound against your cheek.

“I love you,” he smiles, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

He cups your face. You can finally see how much love his eyes hold as he gazes at you.

You lean up and press your lips against his. You both smile against each other’s lips, kissing each other over and over again, completely wrapped around a small bubble of your own.

And for the first time in a long time, you’ve never been more grateful for making such a mistake as going through all of this with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x you #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fanfiction #hqhangoutnet

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bottombaron · 3 years

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spoilers for what if...?

some quick thoughts on the first Marvel What If...? episode that are almost all Bucky related big surprise:

i froth at the mouth at any small moment of pre-ws!Bucky like a stranded survivor of a shipwreck. yes pls all of it, i need more. my desire to know who traumatized characters were pre-trauma is like an un-quenchable thirst.

that being said, i'm loving the idea the Bucky was just...a big fucking himbo. a nerdy silly himbo. there's nothing more satisfying than a super pretty competent person wowing you with some big time dork energy.

his lines were so groan worthy which is why i loved them. looking back it's a pretty obvious choice to make Bucky Barnes pre-Winter Soldier just Bucky Barnes from the comic books. he tells bad jokes, he's a damsel in distress, he's there for a reaction shot or two, and best of all he's got the worst one-liners.

my kingdom for Bucky of today going back to his bad one liners, honestly i would pay marvel to have Bucky throw a knife in someone's face, blood is everywhere, and he just goes, "knife to meet you." (Sam is floored. he goes through the 5 stages of grief in ten seconds and ends up laughing so hard his lungs hurt. redwing has it recorded and sam revisits it when he needs to)

the part where Steve gets back into the Hydra Smasher and falls on his face is peak stevebucky tho. Bucky is unconcerned, makes light of it, and there's even some light teasing. i have to highlight this for the purpose of Bucky's characterization in fanfic in terms of how he treats Steve, especially pre-serum Steve: he doesn't baby him. he doesn't mother-hen or overprotect Steve. he knows Steve is tough, he's spent years picking him up off of alleyway pavements, he's not going to act like a helicopter mom.

which i really appreciate because i'm tired of the treatment of Bucky as not also being a reckless kid in this war. Steve and Bucky don't have the dynamic of the Reasonable Adult and their Troublesome Kid i've seen sometimes in fic. they're both hooligans. Bucky comes off as the more cautious one sure, but it's just slightly. and that very slight difference gets overblown sometimes which feels disingenuous to a character that's in his 20s (like do you know bros in their 20s,,,do you?? they're still trying to run up walls and do backflips. they still think they're invincible. 20 year old men are the stupidest people on the planet. and i can say that as a man almost 30) and, by all accounts, ran mayhem in Brooklyn right next to his best friend.

just. don't forget Bucky Barnes is a young stupid pretty himbo okay?

speaking of disingenuous characterizations: what was that hetero bullshit with Peggy being more distraught over Steve's 'death' than Bucky????

are.you.kidding.me.

i feel this righteous anger burning over this, which i'm sure will come to a bigger rant at some point but really? fucking really?

this is it. this is what straight people do. this is the straight agenda.

this isn't even just about Steve and Bucky they do this kind of bullshit all the time in media: character 1 has a long-lasting deep friendship with character 2. character 1 has a romantic subplot with character 3. character 1 and 3 barely know each other. character 1 dies and character 3 is somehow more distraught about this than character 2.

i fully expected Bucky to start trying to climb down the mountain to find Steve but nope!

he's just 'oh nooo~ he ded. whelp lets go hoes'

while the woman who knew Steve for maybe a few months is doing the Darth Vader 'noooo' moment

this does not make any character, story, or emotional logical sense. there's no fucking reason for this bullshit than blatant homophobia.

like fucking fine, lets not see Steve and Bucky interact in any way because I WONDER WHY

but even better

lets have Bucky not really emote over Steve's death, because a. that's gay, we don't want people to think we write gay characters (don't worry marvel we don't) so two men can't care or mourn for each other onscreen. and b. we've got our hetero romance to sell

Peggy Carter is a professional military woman. with experience.

Bucky Barnes is some kid from Brooklyn whose been fighting in a war he's been drafted in for maybe some handful of months.

but sure. yeah. his childhood best friend dying. he's the one whose going to have the professional cool head in this moment.

and it's the PROFESSIONAL MILITARY WOMAN whose going to forget her job and training and need to be pulled from grieving BY THE MAN WHO'S BEST FRIEND JUST 'DIED'

SURE JAN SURE

it's the homophobia that betrays the logic of the characters that really fucks me up y'know?

if you're betraying the honest emotional reactions of story and character because you're afraid of those things being perceived as gay: you're homophobic.

it's really that simple.

'i'm in. for Steve' lol. like god. i'm as tired as seb sounds i swear

and i know Sebastian '~the truth of the character~' Stan probably felt like his teeth were being pulled out with hot pliers reading these. how many times did the voice director have to say, 'ok. can we try it like you're not slowly decaying from the inside, hunny?'

barely any howling commandos and none of them had any lines other than Dum Dum. ok. yeah. ok.

so some high notes:

return of my favorite Stark: 1940's Howard!

i would die twenty times just to be able to see more of Dominic Cooper's Howard Stark. he's just the fucking best. earnest and cute and a bit of a mad scientist and i fucking adore him

i need the Howard Stark + Bucky Barnes sitcom now. pls and thank you.

i'll even take 5 minute vinaigrettes of the antics they'd be up to. two playboy nerds together is just a magical event, don't waste it! i can't believe i've been sleeping on this dynamic it's too good.

"BARNES STOLE A CAR"

i will be replaying this single moment for years. the serotonin it gives me.

stark is just. the most excited man ever to have seen someone hotwire a car??? how did this scene go i need to knoooooowwww

all frustrations aside, it was really cool to see Peggy Carter as Captain Britain. she's a great character and i love her so much. every moment she was legit thrashing n*zis with her big butch arms was thrilling and satisfying.

that truck shield flip is still doing things to me...

honestly upset that the sword Peggy was wielding wasn't a Zemo easter egg like i was hoping it was 😩

#marvel what if #what if...?#what if...? spoilers #stucky #mcu #bucky barnes #stevebucky

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Star Wars AU #20: MacenJar AU

Inspired by this meme and with permission from @simpskywalker

This au is dedicated to everyone who told me that this concept ‘gave them a headache’ or ‘psychic damage’. Especially that special someone who begged me to ‘please stop’ because ‘i hate this, i hate this so much’ and told me ‘please don’t say more words about this.’

Crack Lies Ahead, enough to consume a man. I have spoken.

“Ani. Ani. Anakin Skywalker.”

“Hmm?” The dulcet sounds of Padme calling his name dragged Anakin from sleep against his will.

“Anakin, you have to get up.”

He groaned, rolling over. “...here’s my face...I’ll...be awake in a second...just sit down...I’m awake...”

“No, Anakin you have to leave, remember. You have a 5 AM take-off scheduled, and you made me promise I would get you up early this time, come on.”

She cruelly yanked the covers away. He gasped in betrayal.

“My own wife...how could you.”

“Anakin if you’re not out of bed in the next 30 seconds the next time you beg to stay the night because ‘you can get up early, you swear’ I am kicking you out before anyone sits anywhere near anyone’s face, do you understand.”

He sat bolt upright and stumbled out of bed. “Ok, Ok, I’m up I- Padme!”

“Yes?” She asked sweetly, brushing her hair at the vanity.

“It’s 3 AM!”

“Yes I know, you were going to stop at that bakery I recommended, remember?”

“You woke me up an hour and half early so I could stop at a bakery,” he asked, disbelieving.

“Yes, Anakin, it was your idea. It was going to be your cover, in case anyone wondered what you were doing in the building.”

“That is-” before he could call it the stupidest idea he had ever heard, the memory of promising Padme that staying the night was a good idea because it would facilitate his cunning ruse (he was distracted, ok? Padme was wearing a lot of layers) came rushing back.

“-right,” he finished lamely.

Padme just hummed and began braiding in her cosmetic forcefields.

Anakin managed to stretch, complete his morning refresher run, and arrange his robes in a suitably decorous fashion by the time Padme had established the base layer of her hairstyle for the day.

A quick kiss- no goodbye, it hurt too much to say goodbyes in war - and Anakin was out the door.

He idly scratched his chin, vacantly looking out the lift and vaguely considering growing a beard. The pre-dawn view was quickly replaced by metal walls as the ride dropped below the skyline.

The transparisteel pod began to slow scarcely one third of the way down. Anakin suppressed a groan and tried to arrange his expression in Jedi-stoic manner, hoping that whoever got in the lift with him would be too intimidated by seeing a Jedi close-up to think about what they were doing in a Senatorial Apartment building at 3:15 in the morning. If they ask, I’m visiting the famous Bebbisun Bakery. Bennison? BELLASAN. I’m visiting the Bellasan Bakery.

Actually, anyone getting into the elevator this early was probably also doing the walk of shame so it’s probably fi-KRIFFING SITH SPIT THAT’S

“Master Windu!” Anakin cleared his throat, trying to lower his voice an octave. “Good- Good Morning!”

Windu’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “Ah. Knight Skywalker. Good morning to you as well,” he replied, stepping in the elevator, doors closing behind.

The lift descended as Anakin’s heart rate skyrocketed. This was it. Windu had to be here for Anakin. What other possible explanation could there be? WHY WASN’T HE SAYING ANYTHING?

Wait.

What other possible explanation...could...why wasn’t he saying ANYTHING?

Anakin scrutinized Master Windu out of the corner of his eye. Were those...the same robes he was wearing yesterday? They looked like the same robes but then again...pretty much all robes looked the same so this was probably a stupid way to figure things out. Fuck, it was too early for this.

Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t get a sense of the Master’s surface emotions. But his underlying aura seemed...happy? Typically Windu's serene presence had a tinge of righteous fury (something that had frightened him back when he was a child). But now that ever present vaapad edge was... softened? Anakin wracked his tired brain for a more reasonable explanation than- than the obvious but obviously impossible. He had to projecting. Right? Then again...couplings weren’t forbidden (even if Anakin couldn’t quite understand how people enjoyed just- having sex without any attachment).

The corners of Anakin’s lips twitched. The Master of the Order. Getting laid. Master Windu. In the Senatorial apartments. Mace Windu. What level had he gotten on? Above aides...diplomats probably. Should he ask? Force, this was too good- he couldn’t not ask.

Windu stared at him cooly and the knight instantly sobered. What was he thinking? Windu was obviously trying to trick him! If he said anything, Windu would turn it against him! Well, he wouldn’t be fooled so easily. Anakin spent the next several levels of descent staring forward, determined not to be the one to break the silence.

He was so focused that he didn’t notice the lift slowing prematurely again until the doors opened; an elderly Rodian hobbled in. The two Jedi moved even further apart to allow the man some space. The lift closed and newcomer glanced at the humans curiously.

“Aren’t you Jedi? What are two Jedi doing here so early?”

“Bakery,” Mace and Anakin responded in unison, heads snapping to stare at the other in surprise.

The Rodian chuckled. “Oh, that Bellasan place, right?”

“Yes,” Windu replied smoothly. “They have a famously unique caf blend.”

“And you can’t get Sweesonberry rolls anywhere else,” Anakin added quickly, not letting the opportunity to firm up his cover go to waste.

“You mammals and your carbohydrates,” The elderly reptilian clucked, bemused.

Knight Skywalker and Master Windu exchanged wary looks. The door pinged open on level 4848.

“Enjoy!” the overly entertained Rodian called out as they stepped out from the closing doors.

Anakin cleared his throat. “After you, Master Windu,” he said politely. CHECKMATE FUCKER.

But Windu just nodded serenely, striding confidently ahead, past the checkpoints and into the attached upper-crust market. After a very short walk, Anakin found himself in line behind Mace Windu at a pastry shop in the basement of his wife’s apartment building.

Anakin blearily thought that sentence through again, then subtly pinched the inside of his arm.

Nope, he was awake.

Every second that passed Anakin had to fight the steadily increasing urge to blurt out something stupid, and possibly incriminating, if not both. Just say something bland! Nothing about why they’re both here so early. Nothing about coming here before. Something casual.

“Smells good,” Anakin said.

Nailed it!

“Indeed,” Mace replied.

I’m a genius! He actually thinks I’m here for the bakery! He’s never going to suspect a thing! He was probably here for some boring pre-dawn meeting, and now I’ve got the perfect excuse to come visit Padme whenever! I can probably start sneaking off more often, I’ve just got to remember to bring back a pasty or something. And he can’t even say shit about un-Jedi like consumption!

“Skywalker-”

Oh no. Please be about the bakery. Pleasebeaboutthe

“Believe me when I tell you that I’d rather not ask-”

Oh NO. THIS ISN’T GOING TO BE ABOUT THE BAKERY. I’M AN IDIOT.

“-But did you fly here in a temple speeder?”

Cold sweat started to trickle down Anakin’s back as they shuffled forward automatically in the surprisingly long queue. Guess that’s why Padme woke me up so early.

“Knight Skywalker? Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Master Windu, sorry- I was, uh, distracted by the specials board. I, um, have my own hoverbike. Built it myself. No temple resources involved.”

“Sounds...distinctive.” Windu’s tone seemed neutral, but the way he pinched the bridge of his nose was obviously irritated. They stepped forward again. Why are so many people at this bakery so early? Guess we’re far enough down that day/night cycles don’t matter so much. Oh kriff, he’s massaging his temples now. Why is he mad about the bike? Is he going to ask where I landed it? Fuck.

Anakin swallowed the lump in his throat. “I- I thought it would be better to take personal property. Since this isn’t exactly order business.”

“That’s very responsible of you. Such...separation of personal from professional is an important skill for a Jedi.”

The trickle of sweat down his spine increased. The Chosen One discretely wiped his sweaty palms on the inside of his sleeves and prayed that his outer robe was hiding any growing pit stains.

Are we...actually talking about this? Is he going to admit to having an affair? Is he going to tell me to keep this quiet? I CAN BARELY KEEP MY OWN RELATIONSHIP SECRET! Does he know about Padme? Does he know we’re married? Is this conversation still about the bakery visit? Is HE married?

“However...such a vehicle might not be the most discrete. And discretion is also an important skill.”

Is he giving me permission to use the temple landspeeders to visit padme? Is he telling me to take the bus? WAIT! IS THIS A METAPHOR? Is he telling me to come here less? Is this still about the bakery? Did I actually check that I wasn’t still asleep or did I just dream that I checked?

“Do you understand, Knight Skywalker”

“I- uhh. I mean- well, ummm- OH look, it’s your turn to order!”

Master Windu stepped up to the counter.

“Hello, again! Same as last time?”

OH FORCE GODS HE’S A REGULAR. THIS IS IT. I’M NEVER GOING TO GET TO SEE OBI-WAN OR ASHOKA AGAIN AND PADME’S CAREER IS GOING TO BE RUINED AND

“The same blend please, but please add on one of your Sweesonberry rolls- a friend recommended them.”

...Did Mace Windu just call me his friend?

“Excellent choice! Your friend has good taste!”

Mace Windu stepped to the side and Anakin Skywalker stepped up. “...I’ll have what he had.”

A minute or two later, they were walking back to the lift, matching disposamugs and flimsibags in hand.

To try and delay the inevitable, the pale and now very sweaty young Jedi took a sip of caf. He raised both brows involuntary. “This is...really good. Holy kriff. I don’t usually drink caf for the flavor but...wow.”

“Worth the trip?” Windu asked. Anakin choked a little but successfully managed to swallow. He took another sip to avoid answering.

Windu took a bite of his roll, making a small noise of appreciation, “The pastry is also excellent. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth but this is remarkably smooth...I can’t say I’ve ever had anything quite like it.”

“Floral, right?” Anakin said, grinning into his cup.

“Yes, that’s a good description.” Ha! I told Padme I was paying attention.

They drank companionably as the lift indicator dinged closer.

“Skywalker...you’re parked on 4970, right?”

The knight nodded, too afraid to speak. The force seemed to swirl at the precipice of something.

The Master sighed. “Look- I’ve got an unregistered van- this one time only, stow the speeder, and I’ll give you a ride back. If you’re visiting the bakery in the future- please take something with a closed cab. Last thing we need is the tabloids wondering where you’re going...”

Anakin nodded again, more eagerly again. He was practically being given permission to visit Padme! That was totally worth an excruciatingly awkward flight back to the temple! He just had to chew slowly so he couldn’t blurt out anything marriage related! He was a genius!

The lift opened.

“Jar-Jar!” Anakin said, surprised and pleased. “Wow, are you also here for the bakery? This place really is popular!”

“Ani! Little Ani! Wassa you doin here?” Jar-Jar looked around wildly, then stumbled out, foot catching at the gap. Windu darted forward and effortlessly saved the Gungan before he hit the floor, while Anakin stuck his arm forward to catch the closing door.

“Bakery, Jar Jar!” he said as he stepped inside. “I’d love to talk, but we’ve actually got to get back to the temple!”

Windu struggled to untangle himself from Jar-Jar, who was being particularly unhelpful about it, even for him. Wow he’s even clingier than usual this early in the morning. It’s nice how patient Master Windu is being; I feel like even Obi-Wan can be too hard on Jar-Jar sometimes.

“Actually Skywalker, why don’t you go on ahead and stow the bike- I just remembered I meant to pick something up for Council; I won’t take long.”

“Uh. Alright,” Anakin said, catching the keys. I guess I can’t really be late if I arrive with Master Windu.

“Ossa no!” Jar-Jar exclaimed sadly. “I was justa saying to Macey lassa night thatsa I missed talkin wit little Ani!”

Anakin smiled reassuringly as the lift began to close. “Don’t worry Jar-Jar! We’ll- catch uh-HOLD ON did you say LAST NIGHT?!”

Mace’s eyes closed in resignation as the door shut on the pair, Jar-Jar still tangled around the Jedi.

AND MACE WASN’T EVEN TRYING TO PUT HIM BACK UPRIGHT ANYMORE HOLY KRIFF JUST PUT THAT TOGETHER.

Anakin stared blankly at the metal walls as they rushed past. The lone Jedi Knight took a long sip of caff, then carefully placed the pastry bag and drink on the floor. He systematically wadded up the sleeve of his robe and shoved in his mouth. He then spent the next few minutes squealing with unholy glee while literally bouncing off the walls in a manner only accessible to a force sensitive in an elevator. He was still panting slightly when the lift opened on the primary parking level.

We can double date! Padme and I can host! I can help Mace and Jar-Jar plan their wedding! We can reform the order to allow for romantic love! I can be Jar-Jar’s best man! Padme and I can have another ceremony and Obi-Wan can give me away while Mace officiates and and then we’ll all have sweesonbury cake and Jar-Jar can help teach our kids how to swim!

With those dreamy thoughts running through his mind, it was child’s work to follow the the force to the unremarkable hovervan. He was humming to himself when Master Windu opened the door.

He beamed at the older Jedi. Windu scowled in reply. Anakin smiled wider, unintimidated. He genuinely liked the Gungan, but anyone who could spend hours with Jar-Jar had to have a soft side.

“You know, Jar-Jar is a long time friend of Senator-”

“No.” Windu cut the eager words brusquely.

Anakin shrank back, a little hurt.

(Maybe a lot hurt.)

Mace glanced over at the obviously crestfallen young General and sighed before amending his words.

“Not- Not right now, alright? Maybe if you’re miraculously more discrete about this than you are about your affection for Senator Amidala, then we can talk, understood?”

Anakin nodded with absolute determination, glimmering images of fairytale weddings visible once more. Distant, perhaps- but the chance was worth any amount of tongue biting. Now that there was a real, possible future where he could have it all, now that he knew Windu had a heart somewhere under his robes- he could be patient.

He could be very patient.

Anakin calmed his grin down to a smaller, more Jedi-like smile, taking a sip of the cool but still really good caf. He channeled Obi-Wan’s most neutral diplomatic grace.

“Thank you for the ride, Master Windu. I appreciate it.”

Windu gave him an approving glance. “You’re more than welcome, Knight Skywalker.”

Feeling bold, he continued on with his best non-mocking impression of Obi-Wan.

"Have you had a chance to read the latest report on helmet redesigns? I think they might really improve peripheral vision without compromising concussive resistance.”

Mace hummed thoughtfully. “I have. I’m somewhat concerned about deploying such a radical change mid-campaign. Even better gear requires an adjustment period, and I’d rather minimize needless deaths while the troops readjust to hud flow.”

“Yes, that’s a reasonable concern, I was talking to Captain Rex-”

They spent the remainder of the flight chatting comfortably about troop safety and absentmindedly eating (or possibly stress eating in response to the prolonged absence of interpersonal conflict) the box of pastries Mace had picked up. When they arrived at the temple, they divvied up the remainder between them, quietly agreeing that there weren’t enough to share anyway.

They continued their conversation, Master Windu accompanying him to the orbital loading bay.

Obi-Wan rushed over in alarm at the sight of them approaching. “Anakin, there you are- I was starting to wonder if you’d make it. Terribly sorry Master Windu- I hope he wasn’t too much of a bother-”

“He’s not your padawan anymore, you don’t have to apologize for him. Though I do appreciate the reflex.”

“I suppose the concern isn’t completely baseless.” Anakin said, tone deliberately mildly. Mace chuckled slightly and Obi-Wan took a step back, slightly frightened by the sudden camaraderie. Anakin pretended to take a sip from his now empty disposamug to avoid fist pumping the air or cheering.

“I- Yes well- the important thing is you’re here in time for departure. What- what is that in the bag.”

Moment of Truth. Don’t freak out. Focus. Prove you can be discrete, THEN double dates, THEN Jedi Wedding Ceremony.

“Sweesonbury Roll,” Anakin answered placidly. He pretended to take another sip of caf. “Master Windu was kind enough to give me a ride from the bakery.”

“That’s- I’m sorry, what?” Anakin bit the inside of cheek to keep himself from reacting to Obi-Wan’s palpable bewilderment.

“I had to double back and get more, but we came straight here after,” Mace added helpfully, with zero hint of intentional mischief. “Oh and Skywalker- you can call me Mace if we’re not discussing temple business.”

Anakin SCREAMED (internally, of course). Outwardly, he simply bowed politely. “And you’re welcome to call me Anakin, of course.”

He deliberately avoided looking directly at Obi-Wan, his former Master’s bug-eyed reaction already pushing him to the edge, even just visible as it was out of the corner of his eye.

Windu nodded in return. “Safe travels you two. May the force with you.”

“And with you.” Anakin replied.

“May the force be with you,” Obi-Wan rushed to say, after a short delay.

Master Windu turned and exited the cargo bay doors. Anakin threw out the mug in a nearby bin, pulling out a roll and biting into it before turning to face Obi-Wan. They made eye-contact, each waiting for the other to break first. Usually that would be Anakin, but he had goals now. The Knight chewed. His Master’s eyes narrowed. The older man (who may have aged significantly in the last 5 minutes) finally broke.

“Who are you?”

Anakin just sighed, maintaining the Kenobi impression. “Come on Master, we don’t want to keep the troops waiting.” With that, he walked forward, hiding his smile as Obi-Wan followed closely at his heels.

“Since when does my apprentice visit bakeries with Mace Windu?” Obi-Wan asked, almost desperately.

“You’re making it sound like a bigger deal than it is.”

Master Kenobi sputtered as the pair opened the airlock for the short-range shuttle.

Anakin mustered up an earnest smile. “Master? Would you mind flying- I’m still eating and-”

Obi-Wan made an incoherent noise of horrified outrage before fumbling for his communicator.

“What are you doing?”

“NOTHING IS MAKING SENSE RIGHT NOW. EITHER YOU AND MACE NEED TO GO TO THE HEALING HALLS OR I DO!”

Anakin burst out laughing. “Relax Obi-Wan, I’m messing with you, holy shit. Obviously I’m flying.”

Obi-Wan slumped into the co-pilot seat, rubbing at his eyes. “Don’t do that Anakin! My nerves are stretched thin enough by the war as it is-”

“Sorry, Sorry!”

They strapped in and took off, Anakin still chuckling occasionally, Obi-Wan scowling in irritation each time.

They ascended above the towering skyline alongside the first rays of sunlight.

“So you didn’t go to a bakery with Master Windu this morning?”

“Uhh-”

#star wars #my au #macenjar au #star wars au no 20 #crack treated seriously #mace windu #macenjar #ok i KNOW this is crack but i actually worked really hard on it and im very proud #so i would appreciate if you gave it a chance before forming judgements #NOTHING GRAPHIC OH MY GOD #star wars au #crack #crackship #anakin and padme wake up in bed together and have a married couple anidala conversation and then its PG after that i SWEAR #G RATED EVEN #Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker #becoming friends is my comfort trope ok

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Think About You (The 100)

Summary: Y/N struggles after a break up with Bellamy.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader

Title Reference: Think About You x JoJo

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: mention of sex, alcohol, breakup

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It had been nearly six months since Bellamy and I parted ways. The three and a half years of relationship we had felt like a waste, as if those times I spent with him were pointless.

I just need time alone to think

A stupid fucking excuse in my opinion. He hadn't had the balls to tell me he was over the relationship, that he was bored with me. That the thrill he had with me was gone. The love he had for me was gone.

Six damn months since my best friend took off and I can't seem to get rid of him. Doesn't help that our friend group mesh together but you'd think that someone that betrayed you would be easy to forget.

It wasn't. Not at all.

I missed the jokes he'd tell me whenever I was down, when Bellamy told me he hated seeing me sad. The times when I'd wake up in his arms, when he'd plant kisses on my forehead before we got up in the morning.

The random breakfast in bed he'd make for me and the only reason was that it was because he loved me. Cute surprise dates he would plan for me, all because he wanted to do something nice.

Was all of that an act? Was it all a lie? I don't even fucking know, because he dropped me as if I meant nothing to him. As if we weren't best friends before we became lovers.

Of course it hurt, probably one of the worst pain that I've dealt with in a while. Bellamy never considered how I'd feel and that maybe that was the worse part of it all.

That he turned away and never looked back

Raven and Clarke told me that everything would be alright, that I had them and they'd give him the piece of their minds. They hated what he did to me, they were as angry as I was.

They knew how much he meant to me, they were there with me when I started to grow feelings for my best friend. I even hid my feelings from Bellamy, afraid that I'd ruin the friendship.

I wish I never spoke about it, never told anyone about my feelings towards him. I wish that I just kept my mouth shut because now, it ended up like this.

"The best way to forget a breakup is to fuck someone new" was what Raven told me. I'd hesitated, a part of me wasn't ready to move on. Holding the hope that maybe, just maybe Bellamy would come back to me.

He never did, I waited two weeks and I got nothing. The days that went by just hurt more, pained me as I repeated the memories of him over and over again.

So I told myself to do it, have some fun and forget at the same time. Push all my angry feelings towards that and let it all out. But it never worked, I just kept thinking of Bellamy.

The sex with Murphy was pretty good, I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as did. The multiple nights that he held me never help me forget about Bellamy but it was quality time that I desperately needed.

Clarke thought it'd be a mess, said that it wouldn't end well. Murphy and Bellamy already were on not-so-good terms, they always butted heads for as long as we known each other.

I didn't care at all. I wanted to do whatever the hell I wanted to do, do whatever made me feel better even if it was only for one second. Anything was better than feeling that pain again.

Raven decided we'd go out to make ourselves feel better, even insisted on bringing Murphy with us. I wasn't sure how I felt about bringing him into a social gathering, giving that the only time we've hung out recently was on the bed.

My friends then suggested on bringing Finn, Jasper and Monty to make sure it wouldn't be as awkward. It probably would help considering the four were good friends, so I agreed.

The weekend came quick, I was honestly looking forward to spending time with my friends without having to worry about my feelings. It felt nice to look forward to something, taking my mind off of everything that had been happening.

The girls and I had a few drinks while we got ready, then took a taxi to our favorite place and met up with the boys there.

Not going to lie, Murphy looked really good. Really really good. He even looked better when we were on each other on the dance floor, our sweaty skin touching as we moved to the beat of the music.

This was fun, watching Murphy bite his lip as he enjoyed being all over me. Me enjoying having his eyes and attention only on me. Him and alcohol were a good combo, made me forget about everything that happened before tonight.

Until I saw him.

Bellamy dancing with another girl, or should I say practically fucking each other in the middle of the club. Her dressed were thin, very very short to where I can kind of see her ass. His hands all over her while he grinned widely, the smile I haven't seen from him in a very long time.

But it couldn't be, why would I see him again here out of all places? Bellamy wasn't the type to go to clubs, he said and I quote "I was too old for that now" but here he was.

Next thing I knew, our eyes met. Bellamy looked over at me, blinked for a bit as the lightbulb flashed above his head as he recognized me.

But that was it. He kept on dancing as if nothing happened. As if he didn't see his ex girlfriend, his ex best friend, the girl that he claimed that he loved so much.

Sadness and anger flushed over me, I came here to have a good time, to forget about him. Of course something like this happened right?

I pulled Murphy closer, our bodies touching now more than ever. I was stupid to think forcing this would make me forget Bellamy, but I had no other choice but to distract myself.

He smirked, enjoying every bit of attention he was getting for me. It was the heat of the moment, the anger, the alcohol and Murphy standing right in front of me; I grabbed him and kissed him.

Murphy didn't hesitate, sharing a sloppy, drunk kiss as his one hand held onto my hip and his other hand on my cheek. I was honestly surprised, considering that we weren't "out" to people about what we do. I guess it didn't matter to him, and I was glad.

'Trying to make him jealous right?' Murphy whispered in my ear, 'I don't mind pissing him off.'

It didn't occur to me that that was it; making Murphy mine for the night to make Bellamy aggravated. I was calling for his attention, anything to make him look my way again.

I wanted him to know that I knew he was there, I needed Bellamy to see that I was getting the attention from someone new. I didn't care if it was anger or guilt but I wanted him to feel something towards me, anything.

Bellamy had to get over his pride and come talk to me, pull me away from Murphy and tell me I shouldn't dance with him. Tell me that he was better, that I wouldn't get anyone else better than him.

At this point, this could be the last time we'd be together again. Angry breakup sex or a last quick bathroom fuck that I'd get from him, I wouldn't mind. As long as I can get him in my arms again.

But there was nothing, Bellamy's focus was on the girl that was grinding on him. He didn't care about me, not even the slightest bit. He saw that I was there and that was it. I was just some stranger that was at the same club with him for that night.

He didn't hate me enough to come yell at me, shout at me about the stupidest reasons he could think of. I didn't have the worth to be in his mind or feelings at all, I was just there.

And even knowing that pain all over again, I couldn't move on from him. All I could do was think about him. Over and over.

#the 100 fic #the 100 oneshot #bellamy blake oneshot #bellamy blake angst #the 100 angst #bellamy blake x reader

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Prompts

1. "Hi, my ex just walked in. Would you hold my hand please?"

2. "I didn't expect to see you here."

3. "Have you seen this dog?"

4. “That mouth of yours, does it ever stop making noise”

5. “Seven minutes in heaven is for virgin teenagers”

6. “Slam that door one more time and I’ll shove my foot straight up your cute ass”

7. “Jesus! Knock next time would you”

8. “You have money go and get yourself a hoodie that’s not mine”

9. "I hate roses, I thought you knew"

10. "Do you think I am an angel? Ha"

11. "I wanted to sleep but someone decided to die"

12. "I can kill you right now, what are you talking about?"

13. "Hi, I am lost, can you come after me?"

14. "When I first saw you I wanted to date your best friend"

15. "I am so funny and you are just jealous"

16. "If I have to choose... no"

17. "Stop breathing like that!"

18. "I just did my nails"

19. "I'm the best driver în the world"

20. "Will you marry me?" "No"

21. "I think I broke my arm" "So?"

22. "I think I love you" "Thanks"

23. "My arms are lonely, don't you think?"

24. "Apparently we are dating"

25. “Well it’s kind of hard to move when you’re sitting on my lap”

26. "Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?"

27. "If we elope, you think they'll kill us?"

28. "This is yours"

29. "You can’t just kiss me, laugh and then walk away."

30. "Are you using ass as a pillow?"

31." I find your lack of faith disturbing."

32. "And I took it personally"

33. "In here I am the boss"

34. "Oh, bite me!" "Where?"

35. "What will you do if we break up?"

36. "Where is my T-shit?"

37. "This is no time for sarcastic comments." "There is always time for sarcastic comments."

38. "I’ll keep quiet, you won’t even know I’m here."

39. "The way you flirt is just awful"

40. "Don’t be fooled. I’m the epitome of mess."

41. " If you are on TV should I congratulate you?"

42. "And this, is why we can’t have nice things."

43. "That's what he said"

44. "I am scared of your boss"

45. "You should know, a lot of girls have a crush on me"

46. "Everyone is afraid of you"

47. "If I'm watching that movie one more time I'll lose my fucking mind!"

48. "I thought being on vacation will be stress free"

49. "My parents don't trust you"

50. "I don't think I should give my last name so easily"

51. “I really wish I could unsee that.”

52. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be sharing a room.”

53. “I feel like you have an unhealthy obsession with me.”

54. “Nah he’s fine, it’s the other one you really got to watch out for.”

55. “I have a suggestion.” “I’m not taking my clothes off so forget it.”

56. “You’re the genius, why don’t you tell me?”

57. “Have I ever told you your accent makes me swoon?” “Really?” “No.” He/she smiles. “ that’s why I’ve never told you.”

58. “I’m alive? How am I still alive?”

59. “You’re crazy! I love it!”

60. “Never have I ever is about to get a lot more interesting.”

61. “What did they do?” “Dude. They did the do.”

62. "You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!"

63. "Well this is awkward."

64. "Im too sober for this."

65. "Im pregnant." "Wall done, Virgin Mary!"

66. " I want to protect you."

67. "Kill that spider and maybe I'll forgive you"

68. "I have no one to go to the wedding"

69. "Don’t you dare touch _______!"

70. "I thought you were dead!"

71. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in."

72. "Take care of you, please"

73. "If your best friend single?"

74. "Just remember, if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

75. "Why does everyone assume we're a couple?"

76. "Im craving something sweet" "Are you pregnant or something?"

77. " What is the magic word?" "I'll kill you în your sleep"

78. "When I see you my knees get weak"

79. "Finally you're single. Can I take you on a date?"

80. " So, I guess you don’t do after hours?"

81. "I know what I'm doing, I've watched two whole seasons of Grey's Anatomy."

82. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you right now."

83. "Okay, this did not go as I planned it in the shower."

84. "I'm not going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself."

85. "You were my best friend"

86. "You did what?"

87. "Can you just pretend to love me for a second!"

88. "You are enough"

89. "Take the shirt off"

90. "Your nickname is bitch"

91. "What do you want to watch?" "You"

92. "How could you ask me that?"

93. "Your mouth does this thing and I can't resist it"

94. "Are you allowed to drink?"

95. "I said Im done, leave me alone!"

96. "Don’t raise your fucking voice at me”

97. “Yeah, I remember the drill”

98. “Tell me again, slowly this time, why that dog is in my bed.”

99. “Gave you so much, but it wasn’t enough.”

100. “You and me, we were destined to fall apart.”

101. “No, you don’t know who you are until somebody breaks your heart.”

102. “I want to tell you everything. The words I never got to say the first time around.”

103. “It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all.”

Song lyrics prompts

1. “It’s the little things about us, that I love so much.”

2. “Last night I told you I loved you // woke up blamed it on the vodka”

3. “It’s a better place since you came along”

4. “You make me love the things I hate “

5. Just a paper sheet and half a cigarette are left in my hand

6. Your faith walks on broken glass

7. "And can you teach me how to dance real slow?"

8. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe"

9. "One night, you won't forget the rest of your life"

10. "We only said goodbye with words"

11. "I'll try to give you love until the day you drop"

12. "I like the pretty boys with the bow tie"

13. "Lets get drunk forget what we did"

14. Your kisses lift me higher

15. When you're ready we can share the wine

16. "And if you don't love me now you will never love me again"

17. "Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?"

18. "When there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove"

19. She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining, just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling.

20. Now I understand, you're a human, and you got to lie, you're a man

21. The good and the bad times: we've been through them all.

22. Now I ain't educated but I sure ain't stupid

23. I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill

24. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep

25. A lover would just complicate my plans

26. And in the morning, i’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind

27. My heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to

28. And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years

29. I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world

30. I’m in my bed, and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands

31. Cause you gave me peace and i wasted it, I’m here to admit that you were my medicine

32. Oh, dear diary, i met a boy, he made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart, welcome to the life of electra heart

33. For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

34. Is it really me you're missing?

35. Remember that night?

36. How many times can I break till I shatter?

37. As long as I breathe, I’ll call you my home

38. "You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest."

39. "When we scream our lips don't make a sound."

40. "Please don't let me sink, wrap your arms around me and carry me home."

41. "This hasn't torn us apart so nothing ever will."

42. "A long time ago we believed that we were united."

43. "I miss the person that you were but I don't miss you."

44. "If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless?"

45. "I can't live, I can't breathe with or without you just go away."

46. "I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid I'll survive and have to watch you suffer."

47. "I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away."

48. "I'm not like you I just fuck up."

49. "All because of you I believe in angels, not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place."

50. "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again."

51. “I wish people liked me more.”

52. “How could I ever love someone else?”

53. “I guess you’re getting everything you want.”

54. “She probably gives you butterflies.”

55. “I hope that you’re okay.”

56. “I defended you to all my friends.”

57. “I never cared about what they say, only care about me and you”

58. “Either way i’m gonna lose, so i’m just gonna keep on loving you”

59. “You know i’m bad at communication, it’s the hardest thing for me to do”

60. “Iwas your lover, i was your friend, now I’m only just someone you call when it’s late enough to forget”

61. “It’s fucked up but it’s true that i love you like i do”

62. “Well we both had nights waking up in strangers beds but i don’t wanna, don't wanna, i don’t wanna give up yet”

63. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”

64. “I’m begging for you to take my hand.”

65. “I can’t make it go away by making you the villain.”

66. “He feels like home.”

67. “I’d be breaking all my rules to see you.”

68. “But I know you’re not scared of anything at all.”

69. “When can I come back?”

70. “I’m ready to owe you anything”

71. “I’ll always look best in your head”

72. “I know you know it’s wrong, but I’m ready”

73. “All I ever want is breaking me apart.”

74. “Let's talk sweetly like all our love is false.”

75. “You put a fire in my heart, painted blood on my stars, gave me faith.”

76. “I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice.”

77. “How is kissing me so wrong?“

78. “Can’t you see that I’m already yours?”

79. “I’ve been losing track of the romantic sh*t I’m tryna say but basically I love you"

80. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath”

81. “I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different but I’m still growing up into the one you can call your love”

82. “I’m out of my head, of my heart, of my mind cause you can run but you can’t hide, I’m gonna make you mine”

83. "I never loved someone the way that I love you"

84. "It's the way that you know what I thought I knew, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you"

85. "I hope she gettin' better sex, hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe"

86. “I know we’re young and people change and we may never feel the same”

87. “I can’t change the world, but maybe I’ll change your mind”

88. "You don't own me. Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay."

89. "Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead."

90. "And then I got you off your knees, put you right back on your feet, just so you can take advantage of me."

91. "Hey, I can't let you go with nobody. Cause I love you, baby."

92. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault and that I was enough for you."

93. "We were good at faking forever, I get it, whatever."

94. "Cause you had your chance and you blew it. Yeah, you ripped it up and you chewed it."

95. "Well, I'm too busy for your business. Go find a girl who wants to listen."

96. "Stop looking at me with those eyes, like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why."

97. "Oh, we could do whatever you want, but boy, don't go falling in love, you can't stay with me, all you'll ever have is one day with me"

98. "I pray the medication slow me down, but that shit doesn't work when you're around"

99. "Told her that I loved her once and now she'd kill for me"

100. "What the tell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends"

Who I write for

Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Esteban Ocon

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Lance Stroll

Sebastian Vettel

Mick Schumacher

Pierre Gasly

George Russel

Football

Erling Haaland

Jadon Sancho

Giovanni Reyna

Jude Bellingham

Julian Brandt

Marco Reus

Roman Bürki

Emre Can

Mats Hummels

Leon Goretzka

Joshua Kimmich

Kai Havertz

Mason Mount

Christian Pulisici

Ben Chilwell

Gerard Pique

João Félix

Ianis Hagi

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil van Dijk

Jens Petter Hauge

Martin Ødegaard

Alexander Sørloth

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #imagine #fanfiction #formula 1 #football #my prompts #soccer #erling haaland #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #lance stroll #lewis hamilton #premier league #bundesliga #grand prix

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canonicallysoulmates · 3 years

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J2′s Virtual Con Panel (March 7th, 2021)

Alright, let’s talk j2! As all of you probably know by now Jared and Jensen had a virtual con panel today (March 7th, 2021); it was the first j2 con panel of the year, and we started on a good note. I will be providing some time stamps, and as always I will be providing a link to the whole panel at the end of this post so y’all can watch it for yourself, I highly recommend doing so, it was a really good panel.

Okay, let’s jump right into it!

- The panel started late, and the reason I am mentioning that is because I have to comment on how stressful that wait was with the grey screen saying ‘standby!’. I much rather preferred the countdown, it was less stressful 😅

- Anyways, the panel starts off with some cute banter between the boys, they spend around 6mins just talking to each other, joking about Jensen’s hair, telling stories about each other. Honestly, answering questions was unnecessary because I would have happily seen a full hour of that, of just them talking.

- Jensen said he missed Jared 🥺

- So...Jared addressed Jensen’s birthday and okay let’s talk about this. After Jensen says he missed Jared and that it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other, Jared fumbles on his way to comment about how he was gonna post for Jensen’s birthday. You can practically see his brain buffer cause I s2g that man was this close to saying he was with Jensen before his brain kicked in, and then he switched lanes to mention taking a trip with G for their anniversary.

Of course I have an opinion about this, I don’t know if I’ll be able to express it coherently, but I shall try; it is so incredibly convenient he’d mention what has been a big talking point in fandom for the past couple of days. This is such a stupid thing to lie about, and it’s a lie that falls apart in seconds cause if you think about it shit don’t make sense.

We know that Jared and G were on a trip, but we also know they were in Colorado. Thanks to D’s hairstylist, we know Jensen’s also in Colorado.

So, I’m expected to believe that these two men who are incredibly close, who in this same panel mention how much they’ve missed each other, that Jared who says he didn’t post on his boy’s birthday (and yes he called Jensen his boy again 🥰) because he got all emotional thinking about how this was gonna be the first birthday in years he wasn’t gonna be by Jensen’s side and be able to give him a hug- I am expected to believe that Jared was in the same state and didn’t even make a pitstop by where Jensen’s at?! That they’d be in the same state and not even meet up?! Not only that, Jared and G’s anniversary was on the 27th which fell on a Saturday, based on reports we know they took that trip from the 28th to the 1st, if this was an anniversary trip why not make it a weekend thing from Friday to Sunday? Why do it from Sunday to Monday which was a workday? And I’m also expected to believe that they went on an “anniversary trip” and little mrs. social media preferred to post an old ass pic and not post anything at all from said trip, even posting a pic as if she were in Austin on the 1st. Bitch please, I love you but go to someone else with that tale cause I ain’t buying.

- Continuing with the panel, the boys start answering questions and I’mma just tell y’all right now a lot of the questions in this panel are kinda shit. This is the first panel of the year, both these men have big projects going on and yet the first question is about parenting. Their answer is pretty much the same thing they always answer, that they can’t do it alone, that most of it is their wives, Jared says he helps with the kids in the morning and then goes to the guest house and leaves Gen to it, if you’ve heard once you’ve heard it a million times.

- Next question is about dreams, and Jensen makes a joke about mushroom induced dreams that Jared finds so hilarious he has to duck out of frame. I don’t know if y’all have ever seen The Late Show with Stephen Colbert but Stephen’s wife is usually there when he’s filming and that woman laughs at even his stupidest jokes, if you see them interact they are that couple that is so obviously in love years into their marriage, they make each other laugh, and the reason why I am bringing this up in a j2 post is because that is the vibe that moment had! Actually, that’s the vibe a lot of this panel had; that mushroom joke was not that funny yet Jared reacted as if Jensen was the funniest man in the world. And the j2 doesn’t stop there because when it’s Jared’s time to answer the question the boys say they’re in each other’s dreams. x

- Jared said he sits in the Impala in his garage 🥺 Jensen said his Impala is safe and covered in a secure location in Austin, which I’m going to interpret as he left it with Jared.

- A fan asked if we would see director!Jensen make an appearance on Walker and Jared revealed he was supposed to! Jensen was slated to direct episode 5 of Walker but due to commitments to The Boys he sadly wasn’t able to but both boys say that it will happen and it’s something they’re looking forward to. So are we boys, so are we ❤

- When talking about how Jensen was supposed to direct episode 5 of Walker, Jensen commented that Jared was looking forward to having someone who knew him so well and could help him creatively on the set. Now, I will for no particular reason remind y’all that G works on the show.

I love Jensen ☕

- Moving on! Jensen talked about his production company. He said it is currently developing 5 different projects including one that they will be delivering to the network this week and that they have a project he’s excited about with an spn alumn. He said working on these projects and his company is what he’s been spending his time on in Colorado.

- Jensen put on a beanie and y’all are not ready for what happened. Not only did he look cute af, not only did Jared like how Jensen looked and compliment him but he called Jensen babe 😍 Now listen you don’t have to take my word for it, listen to the audio a couple times, form your own opinion about what you hear but I have listened to multiple versions of that clip with headphones multiples times at different volumes...and imo Jared calls Jensen babe, you can try to take that from me over my dead body. x

- They were talking about a fight outtake they did on the finale in slow motion, and did an example and when I tell y’all those two somehow managed to do an in perfectly in sync slowmo fight virtually!

- They showed their matching tattoos!

- Jensen sends Jared shirtless selfies and gives him beard updates. I swear I am not making this up.

- And in the line of things I swear I am not making up is that Jared grabbed the pic Jensen send him, and edited it to make it seem as if Jensen was singing the clean version of WAP, that is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen 😂

- Jensen said him and Jared like to watch the early season gag reels 🤗

- At one point Jensen tried to tell one of Jared’s jokes and not even three words in this man was already in tears laughing so hard, he says it’s something that makes him laugh every time he thinks about it, he could barely get through the joke and to be fair it is hilarious; the joke goes: Did you hear there was an explosion at a cheese factory in France? The brie was everywhere. That cracked me tf up and it left them in tears 😂

- Jensen called Jared a freaking ox 😂

- Jensen says that if the roles were reversed and Sam had died, Dean would have wasted away at the back of a pool hall 😭

- The panel ends with j2 saying I love you to each other 😭❤

It was a really good panel, I had missed these men so so so so much, they have brightened my spirits and I’ve been in a good mood since I watched it, they just make me so happy 🥰. If you haven’t seen it yet I highly recommend doing so, the boys were looking cute, it was funny, they kept making each other laugh and there was even heart eyes! Jared kept getting the cutest little smile when Jensen was speaking, it was adorable!

J2 Virtual Panel

#j2 tinhat #this was supposed to be up hours ago but then i had dinner that led to a nap 😅#so many good little moments #mine #annianvi #now if y'all excuse me i need to go to sleep it's almost 5am over here

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daggerandrose · 3 years

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Happy 28th! I’m making this the night before and crossing my fingers that Louis drops something today (a single, a doc, or even a selfie would be a blessing and I would lose my shit). In any case that he doesn’t... have some fics to read!

As always, please leave a kudos/comment on these as I know they fuel writers. Enjoy!

Love, Ever After, 20.7k, by @jacaranda-bloom

One would assume that the charismatic omega in charge of the local matchmaking service would have found a mate and settled down ages ago. His clients, in fact, are always a bit surprised when they come to learn that Louis is still single. But Louis doesn’t mind, not really. His standards are just high; he is happy holding out for his alpha, his soulmate, and chooses to not waste his time with anyone else, despite what his friends might think.

That is, until his best mate from uni drags him out of bed far too early on a Saturday morning after a night of drinking to go to a farmers market, of all places. It’s there that he proceeds to make an utter fool of himself in front of the hottest alpha he has ever laid eyes on. There’s truly no coming back from that, is there?

OR The one where omega Louis makes love matches, alpha Harry makes cheese, and meddling friends might finally make their dreams of finding their soulmate come true.

Like air to the fire I need you to breathe, 4.6k, by CuckooTrooke

"Your nest is very beautiful" Louis says in awe, feeling his chest bubble with love as he watches Harry preen at the compliment.

"You like it?" Harry asks shyly, picking up a lonely sock from the center of his nest and replaces it on the side of his nest. He looks at it thoughtfully until shaking his head at himself, picking up the sock again. Louis watches him at this important task, how the placement of the smallest things in his nest is so important.

"Of course I like it. It's very pretty" Louis praises. Louis was going to do this right. He was going to praise every little effort Harry had made and will still make with his nest, tell him how cozy and well put together it is. And practical, on top of everything. Despite of being situated in Louis’ closet. But it had so many blankets, duvets and pillows that Louis will happily make Harry fall apart in that nest when he goes into heat.

Well. He’ll try.

The thing is, Louis is sort of terrified.

Harry is in preheat and Louis is nervous about his upcoming heat, fearing that he might not be able to fulfill his mate's needs. Lucky for him, Harry knows hot to push the right buttons to get him relaxed.

But If This Ends, 107k, by @absoloutenonsense

Harry’s life as a vampire is routine. He spends his years moving around from place to place, learning as much as he can, and falling in love whenever the universe sees fit. When he tries to move his casual relationship with Louis to something more, it all gets turned on its head. As they navigate confusing thoughts and complex emotions, Harry finds himself torn between the love he feels for Louis and everything he thought he knew.

Counterculture, 6k, by @sadaveniren

It all culminated to this: Harry in the middle of a crowded basement, music blasting from the live show on the far side, shirtless amongst alphas and omegas who all weren’t covering their scents. He took a deep breath of the heavy air and he felt alive.

across city skyline (and straight through my heart), 76.4k, by @halosboat

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

When The Wolf Comes Out (like a bullet in the dark), 9.8k, by @londonfoginacup

"So Dad was a..." Harry rolls the word around on his tongue, trying it out. "A werewolf?"

"In a sense, you could say that," Anne says. "It's certainly a more correct term than that vampire myth." She looks to Nick. "Grimshaw. Would you please explain exactly what the Madness entails?"

Nick nods. Harry has never been on the receiving end of his business face before, and finds he's more than a little intimidated. “Right, well the first thing you need to know is that, except with freak mutations, the madness only actively infects one individual at a time. Since your grandfather’s death, your father has been dealing with it. Now that he’s gone, it’s presumably moved to you.”

Too Young To Know, 35.4k, by @2tiedships2

Louis blinked awake and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. This was the second morning in a row he had woken up after dreaming about Harry.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Eric asked as he held Louis tighter in his arms. Louis liked being the little spoon, except for when he’d rather be holding someone else. Which were the past two days.

Or the one where Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

This Ain’t Red Wine, 9k, by LetTheMusicMoveYou

It’s not until he gets a whiff of the contents of his glass that Louis realizes his grave mistake.

That’s not red wine.

It’s blood.

It’s probably not the most rational, but his first thought is what people are going to think when they discover his body. On the list of stupidest ways for a human to die, accidentally turning up to a Vampire party has to be pretty high up there.

(Or the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing).

don’t want no other shade of blue, 43.2k, by @louisisworthit

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

no good unless it’s real, 17k, by @fackinglouis

“Here,” Harry says, pulling a strap off his shoulder so he can dig his phone out of his bag. “We can get each other’s numbers.” Louis shakes his head. “I have the practice’s number already,” he tells him. “And my number is definitely on file somewhere.”

Harry pauses, smile quirking a bit as he stares at Louis. The sun is still in his eyes, though, with his sunglasses pushed up onto his head still, so Louis credits his funny face to that.

“I’m trying to give you my number, Louis,” Harry explains around a breathy laugh.

“Oh,” Louis blinks, processing that. He scratches his temple, moves a piece of longer fringe back behind his ear, and then nods. “Okay.”

Or: Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

shameless self-promo: take my hand, wreck my plans, 38.1k by me!

Louis meets the man in the center of the room, feeling every eye on him.

“Mr. H,” he whispers.

The man smiles brightly and laughs as if he can’t believe his eyes. “It’s you,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Nor I you, especially under these circumstances.”

“Even so,” Mr H says, his eyes bouncing from Louis’ eyes to his lips. “Will you do me a great honor and join me in leading the first … um…”

“Dance?”

Mr. H laughs and nods. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Louis bites his lips and doesn’t hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

Mr. H beams and reaches for Louis’ hand. Sparks fly at the touch and a zing of excitement shoots through Louis’ body. His face heats up as he’s afraid his scent would give away his feelings towards the other man.

#mine #fic rec #28th appreciation

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nostuntmanneeded · 3 years

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I’m going to say it. I’m going to say what the real side already knows and that the fake side keeps denying.

This silence from both of them is exactly why it’s real. It’s why everyone gets anxious, it’s because deep down we all know.

Ben and Anna and harry and Olivia are completely opposite of this.

There were articles and photos almost daily for those. Ben and Anna had pap walks every week almost.

I don’t understand how the fake believes think that them suddenly wanting privacy is them trying to trick fans so they can fall for it even more.

If it’s a PR stunt, the target wouldn’t be for the fans, it would be for the non fans who then want to get interested. It is to gain fans.

What publicist wants to waste their time riling up fans when their job is to make their client more popular with new fans?

Them going quiet to confuse fans is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s called meeting each other during a pandemic because you were horny and also probably wanted to use it for PR, too. I’m sure CAA was involved in the beginning, he is their client after all, but then it became serious and now they cut back. They were over that honeymoon phase. They said : Baby we don’t need to do all that stuff anymore. Now that they know about us, lets do us.

Maybe they didn’t entirely cut back but definitely by a lot. She’s his girl. Repeat after me, she’s his damn girl. She’s the one he calls baby girl. She is the one he cums inside of. She is the one he hugs when he sees. She’s the one he complains to about his fans.

She might be doing it for attention but she’s the one who’s got his small cock and obviously his feelings too.

Look, I don’t like them together either, but that’s what it is. That’s what it is.

To those of you who keep trying to defend him by saying she’s got him on a leash or she’s got him tied down and they are together against his will, look at all the things he’s done to go against you.

He knew he got hate for traveling to Spain, but it didn’t stop him. He didn’t care. He didn’t have to loop hole with her.

He posted a picture of their Christmas tree, he posted a video saying thanks for the hate.

This hate is not about the fans who attacked him or tried to cancel him for traveling, this hate was towards you fans who keep trying to separate their relationship. You think he liked to read your comments where you worship the ground he walks on but then where you also rub his girlfriend’s face in the mud? Are you crazy? That comment was about you.

He posted that kiss ass fan’s account because that fan appreciated both him and Ale together.

He posted a three minute video for her, because he sides with her, in love or not he cares about her. He is on her side.

He ranted on the variety interview after he was cancelled for defending the use of the N word in songs. So many of you team fakes keep wanting to paint him a certain way when you’ve got the whole story wrong. Can’t you see what side he is on? Look, I like Sebastian too. I used to support him a lot. That’s why the majority of us are here, right? We’re all on the same page with that.

Deep down part of us still cares, we hope for change, but it’s time we open our eyes and hold this man accountable and stop treating him like he’s not on her side.

It’s time we stop with this Fake vs Real shit because they are really damn real. They are real god damnit and it sucks, I know it sucks, but we need to suck it up and deal with it. We won’t be able to break them up. Nothing we do will convince him. Only time will tell.

Ale knows this, too.

Woah, anon.

The silence is what keeps everyone on their toes, yes, but the PR teams want that. The teams want fans to speculate, as it keeps the relationship relevant and in discussion.

Each PR relationship is different. Because Alejandra is a resident of Spain, it made travel harder. There was a time, before Sebastian went to Canada, when they had a good amount of pap walks.

The whole idea of this PR relationship is to get Alejandra fans, as she isn't a famous actress and wants to be, and it has drawn in non-Sebastian fans (me being one of them).

Sebastian's publicist shouldn't get any credit, really. She's known for not being good at her job, just saying.

Overall, PR isn't what you think it is. If you fully believe this relationship is real, they're doing their job correctly. But if this relationship happens to be real, it's quite sad because it's clear she is using Sebastian for fame.

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cinnamon-roll-seth · 4 years

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Not Good For You (Part Two) || JJ Maybank

- Part One

Two weeks after you and JJ’s break up you attend a party with the intentions of getting over him but he has other plans.

It had been two weeks since your breakup with JJ and although it killed you inside you’d stayed a far distance away from not only him but the rest of the crew as well.

You didn’t intend to push them away, especially not Kie whom you’d known your whole life, but you couldn’t help but think about what JJ had said. Of course they’d choose him, he’s a pogue. You’re a kook, you don’t have any business being friends with any of them.

Your father was practically throwing a party at the expense of your feelings. He was hardly around, he didn’t see how deeply the break up had affected you. Your mother, on the other hand, was worried for you.

You wouldn’t leave the house, spending hours a day simply moping around the halls. You also quieter than usual. You had your issues with your family, and truthfully they hadn’t seen you much in the past few years since you’d become friends with the pogues, but when you were around them you were usually happy and talkative. Now you’d hardly said a word in days and looked like nothing but an empty shell of her daughter.

JJ hadn’t been doing too well either. He was angry and withdrawn. The others had never seen him this way before, not even after the multiple times he’d gotten beaten senseless by his father. That night after you stormed off he’d told them about the talk he’d had with your father.

They all told him that he was an idiot for letting your dad’s words get to him and begged him to go to your house and make things right, but he stood his ground even though every part of him wanted to listen to them.

JJ felt guilty watching them miss you. The five of you had spent practically all everyday all day together for the last couple years and although he’d been the one actually dating you the breakup was hitting them just as hard as it was hitting him. He could tell they didn’t want to bring it up much for fear of upsetting him.

Three days after that night the four of them had woken up after a night of nearly no sleep. John B had yawned before saying, “Ugh I wish Y/N was here. She makes the best coffee.”

Upon seeing the hurt on JJ’s face he’d apologized and they’d all tried their hardest not to mention her since.

They all were currently laying around the chateau in silence when suddenly John B speaks, “You know what, I’m sick of this. I’m sick of being all sad and depressed because of...” He trails off but the others already knew what he was going to say, “We should throw a party.”

“A party? John B do you really think that’s a good idea?” Kie asks, running a hand through her hair.

“Think about it guys! I mean, back in the day there was nothing that a good old kegger couldn’t fix, remember?” It was silent for a moment while they all soaked up his words.

“I’m down,” Pope shrugs and Kiara nods as they all look towards JJ.

“JJ? You in?”

“I don’t know. Maybe count me out on this one?” The blonde boy replies and the other three groan.

“Oh come on JJ. You never used to turn down a party! And besides, maybe you’ll meet somebody and move on from-“ Pope stops talking as Kie harshly elbows him and turns to glare at her.

They all stare at JJ as he thinks it over and finally sighs, “Sure, yeah.”

Kie and Pope cheer as John B smiles, “Great, it’s a plan then.”

—

“Y/N do you still have that diamond hairpin that I let you borrow a few months ago?” Your mother asked as you watched her get ready for a party her and your father were going to.

“Um maybe?” You responded, knowing damn well you gave it to JJ to pawn off.

“Well can you go check your room for it please? It would really help out my outfit.” She pleads and you sigh.

“Yeah, I guess.” You walk out of your parents’ room in across the hall into your own, nearly screaming when you realize somebody is already sitting on your bed waiting for you, “Jesus Kie, you scared me! What are you doing here?”

“Y/N we miss you. All of us do, we’ve all been struggling with loosing you, especially JJ,” She whispers the last part but you hear it anyway and shake your head.

“Kie if you’re here to try to fix things between me and JJ then you should probably just leave. He told me exactly how he feels and trust me when I say that he is not interested in getting back together so please just stay out of it.”

Kiara’s heart sinks and she’s tempted to tell you the truth about why JJ said those things instead she shakes her head, “No no, Y/N. That’s not why I came. I- we’re having a kegger tonight on the beach. Please come, I miss my best friend.” She pleads.

“I don’t know Kie. Watching JJ flirt with and be all over other girls knowing I’m not over him doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea.”

“I doubt he’ll be doing that. Besides the beach is huge, you don’t even have to see him if you don’t want too!” She insists.

“And what about the other boys, what do they think about it?” You ask wearily.

“They don’t even know I’m here but I know they’d be so happy if you came. They miss the hell out of you Y/N. It’s not the same without you there.”

She stares at you for a moment while you think. You have missed them and going would probably get your mom off your back. But what about JJ, you know your heart isn’t ready to see him again. You know what, screw JJ. Like Kie said, the beach is big enough and there will probably be enough people there that you won’t even have to see him.

You sigh and nod, “Yeah sure, I’ll go. But if I see even a glimpse of JJ I’m out.”

—

“Damn it Kie, we’ve been looking for you all- Y/N!” John B yells when he sees you walking behind Kiara and you laugh as he runs forward and picks you up in a hug, spinning you around.

“Hey JB,” You smile, moving to hug Pope as well.

“Where the hell have you been?! We’ve missed you!” Pope asks after you pull away.

“The land of the dead,” You laugh, referring to your house but also referring to your mental state the past two weeks, “But in case you were wondering I’ve missed you idiots too...I suppose” You add at the end, jumping away as John B attempts to punch you playfully in the shoulder.

“Don’t ever disappear like that for that long ever again.” Pope says softly and you look at the ground, feeling guilty.

“Hey, don’t feel bad. We understand that you needed some time.” Kie reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up and smile at her weakly.

“Yeah well I’m over being sad. Now if somebody doesn’t get me a beer right now I’m leaving,” You smirk and they all laugh.

“Yes your highness,” John B bows playfully and runs off towards the keg.

—

“And that’s when he said ‘just yank the damn thing out!’ Stupidest thing I’ve ever heard him say,” The kids around you laugh as you tell them the story of when John B stepped on a fishing hook, chugging down the rest of your sixth (or seventh?) beer.

As the night had progressed you surprisingly hadn’t seen JJ and you were relieved for that, instead inserting yourself into a group of tourons that were already wasted and would probably pass out on the beach, unable to navigate the way back to their hotel.

You were also quite tipsy, just enough to have that extra courage to do things you normally wouldn’t, which is why you currently stood wrapped up in the arms of some random touron that you didn’t bother learning the name of.

The kids around you began a new conversation and you turned and stood on your tip toes, leaning in to the boy’s ear, “I’m going to get another beer and then you should take me back to your hotel.”

He nodded, eyes going wide, and you wink before walking over towards the keg. You fill your cup to the brim and head back to the group, waving at Kie with a smile as you pass her talking to one of her coworkers at The Wreck. You’re nearly back to the group of tourists when the voice you were hoping you wouldn’t hear tonight calls out your name.

You ignore him and keep walking but he follows and grabs your wrist, gaining the attention of the tourons near you, “Y/N can we talk?”

“Oh hey JJ. Guys, this is my ex-boyfriend, JJ. He broke up with me because I’m rich.” You say sarcastically, taking a sip of your beer.

“That’s not why. Y/N please, I need to talk to you, in private.” He pleads and you shake your head.

“Isn’t it though? You broke up with me because you were afraid of ‘dragging me down to your level’ and ‘ruining my hopes and dreams’, because apparently you think I’m only capable of being happy if I’m rich right? So yeah, essentially you did break up with me because I’m rich and your not. Or was it the fact that I’m too clingy and pathetic? What, did you come to tell me? That I need to move on because you haven’t loved me for a long time? Well sorry JJ but for once in my life I don’t give a shit what you’re about to say next so can you leave? I was doing just fine having fun over until you had to come ruin it. Jesus, you really don’t want me to move on and be happy. Who’s the pathetic one now.” You snap as everyone around you ‘oohs’ and you hear one of them say ‘damn bro, she told you’.

“God damn it Y/N. Of course I want you to be happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. I- I didn’t mean anything I said that night. Please just let me explain.” JJ says again.

You hadn’t seen him tonight but he’d seen you. He’d watched from afar as you talked and laughed and when he saw you in the arms of that boy his heart broke even more. He couldn’t stand seeing you with someone who wasn’t him and with that he finally decided to tell you the truth.

Finally you roll your eyes, “You have ten minutes to explain yourself.” He tries not to smile in triumph and nods, pulling you away to a quiet spot, away from people.

“The night of Midsummers I had every intention of finding you Y/N. I wanted nothing more then to find you and have you in my arms. As I was looking for Sarah, to give her John B’s note, I ran into your dad-“ You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Of course my father has something to do with this. What did he say, huh? Did he tell you how dirty and poor you are and how much he hates you and doesn’t like you? Yeah he told me that same thing multiple times JJ but I didn’t break up with you because of it.”

“Yeah he started out with that. And I told him that I wouldn’t break up with you. But then he started talking about how being with me would ruin your life and how one day I’d get into trouble and drag you down with me and you’d have to give up your dreams.”

“And did you ever once stop and think about what those dreams were? Or did you just automatically assume? Just because I’m a kook did you think my main goal in life is to go to a fancy college, marry a handsome rich man, and have some spoiled little rich kids running around?” You ask angrily.

“No! No of course not. I- to be honest I don’t know what I thought.” He admits sheepishly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah well you wanna hear my dreams for my future? The ones you were so worried that you would ruin? JJ when I think about the future I dream about having more adventures with you and the others. I dream about us getting married out in the middle of the water on the HMS Pogue with the people we love most watching, one of them can get ordained to perform the ceremony, I don’t care who. I dream about finding a cute little house close to the water that we can call home, like the chateau, some place where our children and their friends can hang out and call home. I dream about having a bunch of little mini JJ’s and mini Y/N’s running around, probably having to break up a few fights if they have a temper anything like their father’s. I dream about growing old with you and watching our grandchildren grow up and have their own adventures just like we did and our kids will after us. Or so I thought. Funny how you broke up with me because you were so worried about ruining my dreams but you breaking up with me is the thing that ruined them huh?” You laugh humorlessly.

“Y/N I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, I know that. I know that I was wrong for what I did and what I said. But Y/N I can’t live without you. These past two weeks have been hell without you and I just want you back. I’m done listening to what other people think I swear.” He replies softly.

“I thought you fell out of love with me? Yeah because I’m too clingy.”

He shakes his head furiously, “That was a lie. I only said it to push you away, like you accused me of when I said it in the first place.”

“You called me pathetic JJ. You told me that you felt bad because I have no other friends and that you knew the pogues would choose you over me because you’re a pogue and I’m a kook.” You reply softly, more hurt now than angry.

“No. No you’re not Y/N. You might have a kook family and live in a kook house on the kook side of the island but you are a pogue. You’ve always been a pogue and I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner-“

“You’re an idiot for a lot of things.” I laugh softly and he returns it.

“Yeah I guess I am. My point though, Y/N, is that you are a pogue. In fact the pogues aren’t the pogues without you. Nothing Is right without you. You do have friends, we are your friends. Nothing will change that. Even if you don’t forgive me right away or at all, even if you don’t want to take me back. I don’t care what happens as long as you’re in my life because without you nothing is the same.” Your face softens as you see a tear rolling down his cheek and reach forward to wipe it away.

You stay leaned in, just staring into those blue eyes that you love so much, the same ones that have caused you so much pain in the past to weeks. Finally you sigh and whisper, “Of course I forgive you. My dad got in your head, that’s not your fault. And I’ll admit I am a little stubborn.”

He smiles, “Does at mean?”

“Kiss me you idiot,” You laugh and obeys, cupping your cheek softly as he leans in and kisses you sweetly. After he pulls away he just rests his forehead against yours for a moment, soaking up as much affection as he can after missing it for two weeks.

“You didn’t address the pathetic comment,” You joke, pulling away and he laughs, standing up and offering you his hand.

“I say we go find out friends, yeah?” You take his hand and nod.

“Hey I thought you wanted to go back to my hotel?” The boy from earlier calls out as you two walk past.

“Sorry bro, she’s mine. Hey, maybe you should talk to your friend over there though, she’s been staring at you all night!” JJ calls and you laugh as he pulls you towards the pogues who are now grouped together around a fire.

“Hey! I see you two made up. Did dumbass here finally listen to us and tell you the truth?” Kie yells jokingly as the two of you sit down on a log across from her.

“He did and I’m not letting him take ‘advice’ from my father, or anyone, ever again.” You answer, curling into his side.

“I don’t plan on it. I promise, I’m never leaving you again. What do you say about making your dreams a reality?”

You smile as he wraps his arm around you, “I think that sounds like a great idea.”

So here it is, the end 🥺 I hope it did part one some justice and fixed your broken hearts. Can I just take a minute to tell you all how shocked I was when part one blew up? I did not expect it to get that much attention but I’m so happy it did. Ever since I posted it I’ve been reading all of your comments and it makes my heart so happy so thank you 💕 I’ll be writing more soon so if you liked my writing then be on the lookout for that 😉

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imperiuswrecked · 3 years

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jokes aside people really do need to learn when and where their critical analysis of characters is treading into them just flat-out hating villains as a concept for...well, being villianous. i definitely understand how a lot of this kind of panic started, what with the ever-present nonsense "pro-shippers" and "anti-anti's" come up with, but people need to know the difference between enjoying the complexity of a fictional villain who happens to be a tyrant and like...actually endorsing real-life despotism, lol

Oh I agree, a lot of fans lack critical reading and thinking skills. I personally feel this whole fandom purity thing is just another way of saying "protect the women! Their brains are small and they can't understand that a bad guy is bad 😥"!

I personally believe another reason why Victor is targeted is because he isn't some pretty, sad, white boi who needs a female character to save him. Under his mask Victor is scarred, he is Romani, he isn't making excuses for his actions, he simply believes to his core that the world is broken and flawed and under his rule it would be a better place. Which is fascinating when coupled with his backstory of being a poor Romani boy who lost his parents due to the actions of their oppressive royal rulers.

Fandom police saying "this character in real life is terrible!!! So you liking him in fiction means you are terrible!" Which is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. He isn't real. I would never support real life villainous actions but I'm not going to slap a disclaimer as I commission art of Victor looking sexy as fuck. Or every time I post about him throw on a small line like "btw murder is bad! even if its murdering your enemies".

Could I have used that Anon to say "Here's a complete break down of why Victor is the way he is and cite comic sources" sure. But did I want to waste my time on someone who came onto my blog and decided me liking a fictional villain probably means I'm a terrible person, so they should leave a passive aggressive message instead of asking for my opinions on why I like Doom? Nah, I've got others things that are a better use of my time.

#doctor doom #victor von doom #fuck the villain police #imp answers

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scribble-blog · 4 years

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Black Cats and Robinettes part 2!!

First

BACK AGAIN WITH THE ROLE REVERSAL EVERYBODY!! As some side notes, despite trying super hard to keep Damian and Marinette’s core personalities intact despite them having very different origin stories, I’ve definitely made Marinette- a bit tougher I guess? This Marinette isn’t going to curb her words, especially not for people she doesn’t know at all (who are hanging off a liar hurting her friends). Likewise, Damian is definitely a bit softer around the edges. It comes from the years of having loving and present parents without a super hero life to keep his edge. That being said, I hope you enjoy!!!

“Lila!” He watched as Marinette approached their class, the bulk of them looking over towards her distrustfully. So, Lila has already been spinning bullshit about the girl, despite the fact that she was the Wayne heiress Lila claimed to be practically a sister to. “I don’t know why you didn’t tell me you were in town. I would’ve made sure to clear up my schedule to spend time with you!”

“Just watch this, Damian. She’s vicious.” Adrien told him, leaning over.

“I’m sorry? I think you’ve got the wrong person,” Rossi simpered.

“No?” Marinette tilted her head slightly. “I mean, I know it’s been a while, but surely you remember me. Marinette Wayne?”

Rossi’s eyes went wide.

“I thought you said her name was Maria?” Kanté questioned.

And then, before Damian’s eyes, Rossi did the stupidest thing he’d ever seen her do.

She doubled down.

“A childhood nickname,” she explained away, eyes narrowing slightly at the girl who’d come to cast her from her throne. “I’m so sorry, Maria, it’s just been so long! I didn’t recognize you.”

“But- like you said, it’s only been four months since your mother brought you to Gotham.” Marinette’s eyes had blown wide open, innocence dripping from her every word. “I haven’t changed that much, have I? I haven’t even gotten a haircut...”

Lila tried to laugh it off, but Damian saw several of the class giving her confused looks.

“Remind me how we met, Lila.” Marinette said suddenly. Her tone was still sweet, but something in her face had shifted.

“It was- at a Wayne Gala,” Césaire volunteered. “When you were both five. Your parents let you play together.”

“An incredible feat, given that my usual bedtime was right when the gala started until I was twelve, and I wasn’t even allowed to attend the gala until age ten.” Marinette’s voice was still honeyed, but she spoke like a cracking whip. The class was silent. “And about the “work” you’ve done with my family? Those green initiatives you helped us plan in coordination with Prince Ali of Achu?”

“The- the green initiatives?” Lavillant trembled. “The ones to plant trees in deserts and man made wastes to combat the destruction of ecosystems?”

“Oh, poor girl,” Chloé crooned lowly. Damian snorted.

“They don’t exist. The Wayne Enterprises website can direct you to a full list of every charity act committed by my family’s company. It lists every fundraiser and nonprofit organization that is founded, funded, owned or supported by us. You will not find those initiatives there.” Marinette was lethal. Whatever inner sunshine she carried within her seemed to have frozen over.

“Every word about knowing me or being my friend. Every word insinuating that she either is dating or is being courted by my brothers. Every implication that she has any sort of sway in this building or any connection in the slightest to my father- all lies. Despite what Lila has been telling you, I’ve never met her before she started lying about me and my family in front of my face today.

“I don’t care what else Lila has told you. I don’t care what she has promised to do for you. I don’t even care that you believed her. But if I ever hear another word about my family slip from your venomous mouth, snake,” Marinette spat contemptuously, “you will be served with several lawsuits for defamation from my family alone, ignoring what I’m sure I could rustle up from the plethora of names that you tried to claim a connection to in this building in my range of hearing.” She finished with the air of someone who knew she hadn’t landed the final blow, but was waiting for one last misstep to give her a reason to deliver it.

“How do we know that you’re actually Marinette Wayne?” Alya called out angrily. “You could just be someone who’s jealous after hearing about Lila and all of the things she’s done and the people she knows!”

There it was. He watched the unrestrained glee in Marinette’s eyes as she dismissively delivered her last shot.

“I don’t know. Try googling me.”

And then, without another word, she turned and walked very neatly back to their table, ignoring the attention she had garnered from the rest of the dining room. “So guys, do you have any free time during your trip? I feel like we should do dinner? We should do dinner.”

“That was incredible,” Damian breathed.

And then to his complete surprise, she flushed bright red. “Oh my god. I shouldn’t have-“

“You absolutely should have,” Chloé cut her off. “Rossi’s been lying about you for days now. It’s a miracle this is the first actual consequence.”

“Are you sure I wasn’t too harsh on everyone else though?” She asked. Her eyes were still on him.

Damian shrugged in response. “We’ve tried to tell them before. They chose her. This is their reward.”

“Think about it this way, Mari,” Adrien consoled her. “At least with your put down they have the chance to start being better people. If you had been nicer Lila could have turned it around somehow, like she always does.”

A sudden eruption of shouting came from across the room, and Damian looked over just in time to see Césaire throw a strong punch straight across Rossi’s cheek.

“Oooh, that’s gotta hurt,” Adrien said sympathetically. “Skulls are hard. Alya’s fingers could’ve broken.”

“I think she’s fine,” Chloé said dismissively as Césaire wound up for another, to be held back by Lahiffe.

“Dick’s gonna kill me,” Marinette groaned.

“I’m gonna do what, Sunshine?” Their other tour guide’s voice said brightly. “Congratulations, I sent a video to the family chat and now everyone is losing their minds.”

“Ghhhhhhh,” she moaned further, head sinking into her hands. “Tell my sisters I love them. Cass gets everything. Every brother is disowned.”

“Heartbreaking,” he said dryly, reaching out and snagging a french fry from her tray. Her hand stopped him with a quickness that startled Damian.

“Don’t touch.”

“Sheesh, Mari, alright.” He turned away, to face them. “Adrien, Chloé, good to see you again. Who’s this?”

“Damian Dupain-Cheng,” He introduced himself. “It’s easier to just say I’m their friend than it is to explain everything.”

“You are our friend, idiot,” Chloé threw a fry at him. “Honestly.”

“Hmm.” Richard- Dick? Marinette’s brother’s eyes lingered on Damian. He could feel himself being judged.

“Tell you what. I’m sure Alfred wouldn’t mind a few extra plates at dinner tomorrow, and honestly, I think any time spent away from that group is probably better-“ he sent a look over towards the class, now being barely restrained by Mme. Bustier, stepping between everyone. Her quick, quiet plaintive words were followed by an even louder, “You KNEW?” from Alya - “so how about I okay it with your teacher and you all come visit with Mari at the manor for the evening after your tours tomorrow?”

“You’ll okay it by Bruce too?” Marinette gave him a grin.

“It’s usually Dad,” Adrien said. “Why the name switch?”

“She’s upset with him for something, and since she’s the only one of us who actually calls him that, this is her best weapon,” Dick said with a grimace. “Yeah, yeah, Sunshine, I’ll get the okay for it.”

“Thank you!” She gave him a hug that looked bruising but Dick seemed to give what he got. A few joints cracked.

“Siblings,” Adrien sighed longingly.

“No thank you,” Chloé said disparagingly.

“Do I get a say in this at all?” Damian wondered to himself.

And he was resoundingly answered but four very emphatic No’s.

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Summer bummer pt.2

y/n x harry pairing

summary- y/n and Harry are part of a cast of a reality show called ‘summer bummer’ that’s a uk version of the jersey shore and things are chaotic

pnot proofread, not sure if its any good pt.2

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Waking up smooshed between a warm body and a hard wooden wall was what Y/n was currently experiencing, but soon the pounding headache and nausea took the front seat in her brain as she let out a low groan shifting in the hold of the man beside her as she sat up rubbing her eyes, mascara from the night before flaking onto her fist getting another irritated groan to bubble in her throat.

“quiet, try’n sleep here” Harry mumbled and turned over as she climbed out of his bed yawning and stumbling to the bathroom, peeing and taking off her messy makeup from the night before, taking a quick shower and going back upstairs to her shared room to change into some comfy shorts and a big sweatshirt pulling the hood over her damp hair to help block the brightness that’s making her head pound like a drum.

Y/n made her way into the confessional room, sitting on the couch in front of the green screen and turning on the camera the producers had there for them to do their periodic self interviews.

“so it’s like noon, I just woke up and I realized ‘holy shit, im in bed with Harry’…” she made a point to tilt her head and widen her eyes at the camera showing her bit of shock at the situation. “I was blackout wasted last night, the last thing I remember was dancing and making out with him so I’m gonna wait till he’s up to ask if we did the deed or not because I don’t remember, god first day in the house and I’m already blacking out.” She paused to laugh at herself a little before continuing, “ugh, we’ll see. My moms gonna kill me when she see this episode_- fuck_”

She sighed as she turned off the camera and went back out into the living room where some of her roommates were, all of them sleepy and hungover chatting to themselves but Y/n raised an eyebrow when she noticed Tommy give her a side eye and stop talking when she walked into the room, the camera men that were in the house filming panning their cameras between the two young adults.

“what? Why are you looking at me like that?” she didn’t waste any time in brining attention to his behavior, not in the mood for the pricks little attitude problem getting a scoff and a snarky little turn of his lips as he waved her off like a dog, and Y/n was having none of it. She stood up straighter, squaring her shoulders and pointing at the man. “Obviously you have a fucking problem so say it, fuck are you acting like a little bitch for? Thought you were a fucking tough guy.” She wasn’t scared of that guy In the slightest, he had the most punch worthy face she’s ever seen and god was he making the urge more prominent with every move of his ugly face.

“shut the fuck up bitch, you talk too fucking much. You talked shit about me at the club last night, probably just mad because I was making out with other girls and not giving your ugly ass any fucking attention you stupid bitch.” He glared at her giving her a disrespectful little smile and every other person in the room was now staring at the pair, engaged and waiting on the edge of their seats for what was gonna happen next.

Y/n couldn’t stop the laugh that came from her mouth, looking at Tommy like he was the stupidest person on the planet, because right now he sure did fit the description. “You’re joking right? I was saying how I felt sorry for those girls because you’re such a piece of shit wanker. You hit on me from the moment I walked in this house and pouty like a fucking baby when I told you to fuck off after dinner, it was on camera you prick. I’m perfectly content having you and your non existent lips far away from me.”

She was annoyed, but also amused. This guy had no fucking clue how much everyone already hated him and she loved it. He stayed silent for a minute and she took the chance to get closer to him pointing her finger right in his face, making eye contact with him, “watch who the fuck you call a bitch around here Tommy because I’ll punch you right in your smug fucking mouth, lets see how much of a tough guy you are when you get your teeth knocked in by a fucking girl.”

At this point Ryan was up off the couch and making his way between the two when he saw both of them getting even more agitated, Tom standing up and Y/n refusing to back down as he tried to intimidate her.

“alright guys, chill out. Drop it, it’s not a big deal don’t fight over stupid shit like this.” Ryan stuck his arm between them Tommy trying to push it away while Y/n started to tie up her hair yelling back and fourth with him as Ryan tried to keep them apart. “what you gonna fucking hit me Tom? Huh? You gonna hit a girl? Makes sense, you’re a pussy and act so tough till you’re throwing a tantrum when you don’t get your way. Gonna go cry to mommy because I didn’t want anything to do with you or your 2 inch dick?”

This comment of course got the reaction she was hoping, his face grew red and his body tensed just making her smirk more. “the fuck did you just say to me?” he was pissed, and Y/n was loving how she got him so mad over her comment, that’s how she knew she struck a nerve because it was definitely true. She even got some laughs from the roommates who were sitting around watching the show. Ryan turned so his left arm and part of his body was between them, looking at Tommy raising an eyebrow at him. “Watch it mate, you’re on thin ice. Lay a hand on a female in this house and you’ll never get to walk this earth again.”

Tommy clenched his jaw flickering his eyes between Ryan and Y/n like an angry child who didn’t get their way, and god was Y/n loving how he’s embarrassing himself and he doesn’t even realize it.

The pair continued to argue back and fourth, him trying to insult her and her pushing his buttons – (because lets face it, he was too damn easy)- and in the midst of it Harry decided to emerge from his room, hair a mess and all sleepy. His tattoos were on full display as his shirtless body started advancing towards the arguing duo. Y/n gasped when Harry pushed her back a bit to get right in Toms face using his large body to completely cover Y/n’s as he looked down at Tommy with stone cold eyes.

“Mate I suggest you fucking keep it moving because I’m not gonna put up with you being disrespectful to anyone in this house, let alone a younger girl who didn’t do anything to you. I won’t let her fight you, but I sure as hell have no problem pounding your face in. Step off before I make you, I promise you that you don’t want that.”

Harry’s tone was serious, his muscles were taunt and flexed as he towered over the other man. Tommy of course tried to play it off and muttered a ‘whatever asshole’ as he sulked off to his room, but everyone in there knew he was almost shitting his pants from how afraid he was of Harry.

Everyone took a second to take everything in before they really spoke. Ryan gave Harry a pat on the back, “Thanks mate, dudes a proper prick. And Y/n, you’re a bad ass fuckin’ girl, that was crazy!” he chuckled and shook his head, plopping down on the couch again as Harry turned to the girl raising and eyebrow as he looked down at her. “try to not get yourself involved in any more trouble, at least until I’ve had some fucking coffee. Was sleeping love, bit rude to wake me up for a brawl.”

Y/n laughed a little and pushed his chest, “Hey! I didn’t wake you up, I could have taken him I didn’t need you to jump in.” she put her hands on her hips and gave him a sassy little face, the man laughing in return. “ ‘m sure you could have, babbled last night about how you’re brothers taught you boxing growing up, but if that kid was to try to fight you I’d go down for a murder charge. Me mum taught me to respect women and women beaters aren’t in my good graces. Now you, miss thang need to keep your ass out of problems.”

Harry gave her the stern bossy eyes and she caved, nodding her head and pouting a little as he went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a Gatorade and some crackers nodding his head to the deck door, “ ‘cmere rocky, need to talk to you.” Harry teased her with the name, getting laughs from everyone including her as she walked out on the deck with him sitting down on one of the couches as he fed himself.

“need to talk to you about last night.” He mumbled through a mouthful of sports drink getting a nod from Y/n as she tried her best to ignore the camera getting a little too close for comfort. “Wanted to ask you about it too, was waiting till you got up..i’m just gonna ask, did we bang?” she twisted her stray hairs around her pointer finger as she asked, slightly nervous for the answer.

Harry shook his head laughing a little bit to himself. “Nope, told you I wasn’t gonna do anything when you were drunk unless I talked to sober you about it first. Plus, love if we would have fucked you would still feel me. wouldn’t have to ask because your trouble walking would answer that question for you sweetheart.” Harry wore a slight smirk on his lips as he said it, watching the younger girl roll her eyes and lick over her lips. “god you’re such a boy.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m a man, a gentlemen actually. Not like the little boys where you’re from, I’m a grown man love and I’m cocky because I know I have the skills to back it up. Maybe you’ll get lucky to experience that yourself sometimes little girl.”

Y/n was a bit in shock. She was turned on, overwhelmed and a little bit offended by his attitude but god if she wasn’t turned on. “Oh my god. I can’t, guys are too much for me right now. I might have to take up Selena’s offer and become a lesbian over summer because you guys are stressing me out!”

Y/n smacked his arm playfully and Harry grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth and kissing her knuckled. “Yea, let’s see how long that lasts since last night you were almost In tears any time I broke the kiss to open the damn door. You’ll be knocking at my door by the end of the week guarantee it.”

“Ok mister confidence, shut up.” Y/n covered her face with her hands to hide her smile and growing blush, both of them just talking about the night before until the camera crew left for a while before they were going to go out that night.

“hey Harry?” Y/n stood in his doorway, calling out his name as he rummaged through his suitcase to find whatever he was looking for. “Whatsup love?” he peered at her for a second to let her know he was listening before going back to what he was doing “about what you said, sober me says if neither of us come home with someone we can fool around a bit, you have my permission. Just know I fully plan on bringing someone home tonight and I already called the spare room. I wanna start my summer off with good booze and an orgasm.”

Harry let out a little snort, pulling the brush he was looking for out of his bag and turning to Y/n, “I’ll keep that in mind, good luck with your plans tonight, I hope you get your wish and don’t end up with some dude who doesn’t know where the clit is.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Don’t speak that into existence asshole, if he fails me I’ll just do it the old fashion way.” This got the mans attention and his eyes to meet hers, “Old fashion way?” he rubbed his stubbly chin a bit, moving the brush between his right and left hand, “yea, just masturbate in the shower or whatever. I brought some tools that could lend a helping hand in that. I’ll make do.”

Harry had to stop himself from groaning. His mind flashed with images of her in the shower using toys on herself, biting a wash cloth to keep quiet since everyone’s here. He was able to collect himself after a few seconds and give her a playful smile nodding “sounds like a plan love, now get out of here it’s time to get ready.”

The music was blaring and the booze running through Y/n’s system made it ten times better, she was dancing- not caring about anything as she danced on this nice looking guy she met and who she decided she was gonna bring back that night and occupy the spare room she’d already called. He was tall, dark hair, tan just a typical good looking guy and the vodka helped make him look more attractive. She just hoped that he could give her what she so desperately needed. A good fucking.

“ ‘cmon, lets go now so we have extra time before my roommates get back, I wanna play.”

Little else was said between the two as they darted out of the club and back to the shared house, clothes coming off quickly as they got up the steps and now she’s panting, groping her tits while the stranger who she can’t remember the name of is tongue deep in her cunt. He’s average at giving head, but she’s desperate and so horny she doesn’t care.

Her hips rock against his mouth as he brings her right to the edge before stopping, Y/n let out a loud protest at this feeling the coil that was forming in her stomach and about to come undone fade.

“what the hell?!” she was pissed, and between her legs was aching at this point from needing attention. “I’m sorry, mouth got tired and I wanna fuck you now..” the man slipped his shirt off while Y/n laid under him, irritated but hopeful his cock can give her the relief she really needs.

But just her luck, it doesn’t. He lasts 5 minutes before he’s cumming into the condom and panting leaving Y/n angry and horribly deprived, and so she wasted no time in kicking him out and storming into her room, grabbing her black vibrator she had brought and marching to the bathroom turning the shower on getting it nice and arm before she stepped in.

Y/n had her head resting against the tile as she sat on the shower floor, legs spread and vibrator rubbing up and down her needy slit while her free hand was plunging 2 fingers in and out of herself. She always loved being fingered, but she wishes her fingers were just a bit longer as she worked herself letting herself be loud since no one else was in the house, but she just couldn’t reach the spot she needed to. It was so close yet so far, and she was so upset she was almost close to tears.

She was in the middle of a fit of cursing everyone in existence when a knock on the bathroom door made her jump, her heart almost burst from surprise and now she was wondering how long she’s been in here since her roommates weren’t coming back till at least 6 am.

“Can I come in? it gotta pee” the voice on the other side of the door asked loudly so she could hear them over the water, and when she realized it was Harry she yelled out an agreement, as soon as he opened the door she peaked her head around from behind the curtain to look at him while still shielding her body.

Harry chuckled a little bit and gave her a funny look, “Can I take a leak in private please?”. Y/n groaned and stomped her foot on the shower floor like a child. “Fine! Please pee and then get in the shower with me, I’m so horny it literally hurts and that guy lasted 5 minutes and I swear to god if I don’t get to cum I’m going to cry please!”

Harry stared at her for a moment, letting her words sink in pushing his hair off his face and shrugging. “what do you want me to do love?” he could see just how desperate she was, eyes close to tears, lip stuck between her teeth and he felt both bad for her but also so fucking turned on.

“Anything, please finger me? play with me? please I need it my fingers aren’t long enough and you said you’d play with me, I’m not even that drunk please Harry.”

Y/n didn’t care about the cameras in the hall that were probably picking up the audio, or how desperate and crazy she sounded, she needed his touch.

“Okay..Okay doll relax, let me do what I need to do and then I’ll join you alright?”

Y/n nodded and moved back behind the curtain, she took her original place sitting on the cool tile floor of spacious shower as he went to the bathroom before stripping down to his boxers and pulling the curtain back seeing the younger girl naked, legs spread a bit giving him a glimpse of how swollen and flushed between her legs was letting him know she was probably a bit too rough on herself when she got frustrated, which only made her problem worse.

Her tits sat perky on her chest, her nipples pebbled with water droplets running down over them before dripping off onto her thighs. Harry let out a low groan at the sight, “Have m’ boxers on just because I’m not gonna fuck ya’ , honestly don’t think I even can because I got whiskey dick right now. Need to lay off the booze so I can take care of you properly next time. Cmon, stand up sweetheart.”

Harry held his hand out to the girl who took it, standing on wobbly legs as he stepped in the shower with her, skin tight black boxers covering his goods which disappointed her a bit but she couldn’t care too much since there was so much else going on.

His big hands ran up and down her back, thumbs digging into the dimples right at the base of her spine as he pulled her closer to him, kissing down her neck, mumbling into her skin about how pretty she is, and promising he’s going to make her feel better.

“Pussy is all swollen doll, gotta be careful. Don’t want you to hurt yourself just ‘cause you get frustrated, that’s no fun…” His voice was deep, slow and made her stomach tense from how it vibrated through her getting a whimper and tug on his wet matted locks.

“Talk to me darling..tell me what you want, tell me what you need baby” his fingers were trailing downward, squeezing her ass and brushing his finger tips on the backs on her thighs. “need you to touch me, please put your fingers in me I need it”

Her voice was pathetic and she knew it, she was needy to the highest capacity and almost let a ‘daddy’ slip through her lips but she managed to bite her tongue just in time. Harry hummed as he brough his right hand around her front, moving it between her thighs and coaxing them open wider while he brushed two digits up and down her slit, mouthing at her neck while he gets a feel for her exterior, taking the vibrator from her hand and setting it down on the rack holding their shampoos and soaps while he tapped the pad of his middle finger against her entrance before sinking it in.

Her reaction was immediate. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, a long relieved moan falling from her plush lips as he slipped a second one in with ease from how eager her body was. “Got t’ give me a minute to find tha’ special spot love, deep breaths don’t need ya’ passing out on me.” Harry was on a mission to find that spongey spot inside her that would have her cumming in no time, and Y/n was practically riding his fingers as she stood in his grip, her body going rigid when he pressed against the spot she needed the most attention on, mumbling a low “found it” as he pressed on it again, rubbing over it as he fucked his fingers in and out of the younger girl who was holding onto him for dear life as he massaged her G-spot with vigor.

“There you go, that’s a good girl Y/n you’re doin’ so good love, know you’re close can cum whenever you feel it. Know you need it baby, let go.”

Y/n could barely hear him as her body started to tingle, everything was muffled and her mind was hyper focused on the pleasure pulsing through her core. She was gearing up for a strong one, she hasn’t had one quite this big since the winter when she had a 4 week dry spell and finally got some action the day after Christmas, she soaked through the poor dudes sheets that night.

Her moans and gasps picked up, frequent bursts of pleasured moans passed her lips as she started to pant her nails digging into his tattooed shoulders while her held her to him so she didn’t fall.

“Doing so well, almost there huh? Almost there…” his fingers moved with purpose and unfaltering speed as he massaged her special spot faster, her legs becoming jelly as she started to cum. She couldn’t help the loud moan that shot out of her throat, Harry quickly grabbing the wash cloth and stuffing it in her mouth since he knew Ryan was here. He cooed in the girls ear, talking to her the entire time she was cumming feeling her cunt squeezing his digits while her own juices dribbled down his wrist.

She was dizzy, tired, spent and completely drained. She finally got what she needed and was now dead weight clinging to Harry who peppered her face with kisses as he withdrew his hand from her cunt rinsing her off down there and kissing her lips a few times.

“That was fucking amazing… god Harry you’re gonna make me fall in love with you with fingers like those…”

He only chuckled at her dazed comment before shutting the water off, wrapping the girl in a towel and sitting her down on the counter

“Lucky for you, you have all summer to do so, I might just be up for it too.”

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Captive Love 25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Story

Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul.

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets.

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over.

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull.

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment…

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up.

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time.

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was.

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time.

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking.

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets…

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her.

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly.

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him.

“sorry, boss…”

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary.

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.”

Sans didn’t say anything.

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.”

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!”

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?”

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better…

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-”

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…”

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around.

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy.

“Heya, Sansy!”

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first.

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other.

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again.

Maybe he should try to find someone…

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair.

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance…

…

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well.

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed.

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars.

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house.

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud.

His vision had gone dark.

Darker...

…yet darker…

…and darker, still…

…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers.

“Just hold still, you little shit…”

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it…

“P-PAPA…”

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation.

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights.

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?”

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally.

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him.

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy.

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him.

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward.

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.”

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt.

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed.

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face.

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.”

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him.

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.”

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came.

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table.

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack.

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using.

“sssstttppppp…”

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.”

“sssttoppp…”

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.”

“sstoopp…”

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-”

“stop,” Sans choked out.

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements.

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus.

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it-

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it-

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being.

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him.

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up.

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints.

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into.

The power that was…

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him.

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists.

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment.

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward.

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.”

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…”

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them.

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-”

He was going to kill him-

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this.

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory.

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster.

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected.

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock.

Did… Did he just kill Gaster?

He knew he thought about it a lot…

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother…

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

~~~~~~~~~~

Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again.

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from…

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured.

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame.

Sans felt his soul twist again.

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better.

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…”

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…"

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body…

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up…

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something.

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground.

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size.

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly.

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?"

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack.

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…"

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured.

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…"

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took.

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

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