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[topgun-imagines]

You’re Never Coming Home (iii)

Requested: no

Summary: The first day of training, Maverick and Bradley have to figure out how to work together. The younger of the two seems reluctant to do so.

Word count: 2.0k

Note: lots of time skips. More of a filler chapter to prepare for the next one.

Warnings: mentions of death, arguments, light angst.

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

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There was sun streaming in through the open screen door when you peeled your eyes open. The bed beside you was cold, long since empty after Jake got up this morning. You rolled over, holding the thin sheet against your bare chest as you sat up. A quick glance at the clock told you that it was just after seven. Yawning quietly, you smiled softly as your eyes landed on the folded note on your bedside table.

Morning sweets,

Just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. Hope you had a good sleep and I should be back before supper. Have a great day and make sure you call me if you need anything.

Love you, Jake.

At the bottom, there was a small heart drawn. You ran your finger over it gently, folding up the paper and setting it back on the nightstand. The two of you had spent a few hours talking once you got home. Sitting up in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, the two of you reminisced about memories from the past. Jake held you as you recounted everything that had happened with Bradley, how you gave yourself to him and he stomped on your heart only a few hours later, and you held him as memories of his wingman's death flooded to the surface. It was a very emotional night.

Only a few hours later, Jake was pressing a kiss to your forehead and climbing out of bed. He got dressed quietly, stealing glances at your sleeping form every now and then. Twenty minutes he was slipping out of the house. What you didn’t know was that he returned a few minutes later to drop off a little gift.

You peeled the curtains open further, sunlight flooding into the cozy bedroom. Connecting your phone to the speaker, you waited patiently for it to beep before hitting shuffle on your playlist. You hummed along as Taylor Swift’s voice began floating through your bedroom. By the time the song was finished, you were fully dressed and taking the stairs two at a time, speaker playing loudly as you brought it downstairs.

Stopping in your tracks, your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of the bouquet of flowers sitting on your kitchen counter. Wrapped in thin tan paper, was a bouquet of baby’s breath flowers. Your heart melted at the sight. One night, nearly four years ago now, you had confessed to Jake about your interest in flowers. You told him all about how you would find out the meaning of certain flowers. Which ones represented love, and which represented friendship.

On your next date, he brought you a small bouquet of baby’s breath, the flowers sitting in front of you now. You were overcome with emotions the second that he handed them to you. Jake was the first person in years to care about you any more than was required by society. Sure, you had a few friends but ever since Bradley, you had never had someone love you the way he did. And as soon as he gave you the flowers, you knew he loved you even more. To pay attention to something that you had briefly mentioned, let alone flowers and their meanings. You wanted to cry at the sight of the delicate flowers.

Now, you stood in the kitchen of the housing that Jake had been assigned, staring at the flowers as you became overwhelmed with emotion. Your fingers brushed over the soft flowers carefully. After a few seconds of simply staring at the small white flowers, you moved further into the kitchen, pulling your water bottle from the fridge.

“Attention on deck!” The pilots stood rigid as Cyclone and Warlock stepped forward. The Air Boss stops beside Hondo as Warlock continues to the podium. Hangman’s eyes stayed locked in front of him, standing rigid as he waited for Warlock to speak.

The man looked down at the podium for a split second before raising his head. “Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated,” The pilots sat down in unison at the instruction. “I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You’re all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best,” Rooster had a small smile on his face. Two rows in front of him, Jake put a toothpick in his mouth, a cocky smirk on his face. “That was yesterday.”

The group of pilots each instantly became more somber. “The enemy’s new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage,” Warlock’s eyes drifted over the pilots in front of him. “Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” With that, Jake turned his head, smirking at Phoenix. She turned briefly to meet his stare, looking away seconds later and flipping him off discreetly. A shit-eating grin grew on your boyfriend's face.

“Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.” Jake turned, meeting Bradley’s stare with raised eyebrows. The mustached aviator only looked at the cocky pilot blankly.

Warlock continued as Maverick began walking toward them in the large hangar. “Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master,” Maverick’s footsteps echoed through the hangar as he grew closer to the group of pilots. “His exploits are legendary.” The pilots turned their heads to watch their new instructor walk down the aisle toward Warlock. When Jake tuners his head, expertly flipping the toothpick in his mouth, he wished that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Given his luck, he wasn't surprised that their new instructor was the man that he threw out of the bar last night. While part of him was looking forward to kicking the man's ass for what he did to you, the other part knew that you wouldn't want him to do that. Maverick may have wanted nothing to do with you, but that didn’t mean you wished the man any harm.

The sun was beating down on the pilots as they walked down the tarmac toward their planes. Rooster was walking quickly toward his, trying his hardest to ignore the man calling his name behind him. “Bradley!” That was the second time Maverick had called him, trying his call sign seconds before. Rooster kept walking forward, face fixed into a hard stare.

Maverick sighed. “Lieutenant Bradshaw!” At the use of his formal title, Bradley stopped. He turned to face the older man, his face unreadable. The pilot tried to sound unbothered, but it was easy to hear the irritation that laced his words.

“Yes sir.” Shaking his head slightly, Maverick stopped when he got closer to the younger pilot.

Bradley stared down at him with a blank expression. “Let’s not do it like this.” While he knew that there was dirty laundry to air, but he also knew that this was nowhere near the right place to do that. The two of them would need to have a conversation eventually, one that Maverick was dreading and Bradley was planning on avoiding.

Clenching his jaw, Bradley looked down at his superior. “You gonna wash me out?” Even though Bradley refused to acknowledge it, there was a pained look on Maverick’s face as he shook his head. A part of Maverick was now wishing that it never would have come to this, that he and Bradley never would have drifted apart the way that they did.

The pilot couldn’t take back what he had done, nor did he want to. Even though Bradley stood across from him now, hating the older man with every fibre of his being, he would never take back what he did. His actions bought Bradley an extra four years to prepare for the career he was about to begin. After making a promise to his best friend's widow that he would keep her son safe, pulling his papers was the least he could do. What he could only wish was that Bradley would understand that he did it to protect him.

He looked back up at the younger pilot, instantly reminded of his best friend. “That’ll be up to you, not me.” Bradley nodded slowly. He swallowed sharply and tried to keep his expression stoic.

“Am I dismissed?”

From his plane, Jake could see the two having a tense conversation. While he knew what happened between you and Bradshaw, and what happened between you and Maverick, he had no idea what happened between the two of them. In that moment, he made it his mission to find out.

“How was your day?” The question was out of your mouth before Jake had even closed the door. When you heard the rumble of his truck in the driveway, you headed toward the front door. Jake huffed and tossed his duffle bag onto the ground, practically collapsing into your arms once he was close enough.

He groaned into the soft skin of your neck. “It was the day from hell,” You chuckled quietly and rubbed your hand up and down his back. “Maverick is our instructor,” From that statement alone you could understand why his day was so terrible. Jake had always had trouble accepting the fact that Maverick had practically abandoned you because of Bradshaw’s actions. “One of the other guys made some bet so every time we lost we had to do 200 push up’s.”

You cooed softly. “Oh, my poor baby.” Jake laughed quietly and you grinned at the sound.

“Then Maverick, Bradshaw, and I went up and it was a whole cluster fuck,” That made you snort quietly. It didn’t surprise you that after nearly two decades, the egotistical men still couldn’t get over themselves enough to get the job done. “They did some cobra maneuver bullshit that nearly sent them into the ground.” If Jake felt you freeze, he didn’t say anything.

You may not be very happy with the men right now, but you didn’t want them to get themselves killed. You still cared about them. A glance at the clock told you that it was nearing 10:30 pm. “How about we head to bed, Sailor?” He nodded against your neck.

Silently, the two of you made your way toward your bedroom. Jake helped you strip out of your clothes, transfixed by the sight of your bare skin. He held you as you brushed your teeth, strong arms wound around your middle. You were slightly distracted by the soft kisses that Jake was peppering all across the side of your neck and up your jaw. Moaning softly, You smiled at the feeling and tilted your head to the side. “Let's go to bed, Jake.” You whispered.

Without complaint, Jake followed you to the bed. After a little bit of maneuvering, you and Jake were snuggled comfortably under the sheets. The pilot was curled into your chest as you played with his sandy blond hair. Within seconds, you could feel his breathing even out and hear the soft snores falling from his parted lips.

Just as you were about to drift off to sleep yourself, your phone lit up on the nightstand. A name that you hadn’t seen in a long time was staring back at you when you picked the phone up. Ice was asking if you wanted to get lunch. Why the man was up this late, you couldn’t say. But, instead of questioning the man, you simply agreed, promising to meet up with him tomorrow.

After hitting send and receiving Ice’s simple reply of a thumbs up, you set the phone down and let your eyes fall shut. It only took you a few minutes to drift off, images and flashes of years ago filling your mind as you slept. You had no idea what the next few days would hold.

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[merylstreepsworld]

Personal Tech Support

Pairing: Donna Sheridan x Fem!reader

Summary: You upgrade a few items around the island. Making Donna have to relearn technology.

Word count: 993

You've always been the tech-savvy one in your relationship with Donna. From the moment you first met, it was clear that while she had the charm, creativity, and charisma to run her small hotel on the Greek island of Kalokairi, she was a bit challenged when it came to modern technology. You, on the other hand, had a knack for all things electronic and mechanical. So, when you decided to surprise Donna by upgrading a few things around her hotel, you knew it would make her life easier, even if it did come with some comical challenges.

The hotel, though full of character and history, had its fair share of quirks. The plumbing was ancient, the electrical wiring was a patchwork of DIY solutions, and the Wi-Fi, well, it was more of a "Wi-Maybe." You couldn't stand to see your girlfriend struggle with these everyday issues, so you set out to modernize the place without compromising its rustic charm.

One of your first projects was installing a brand-new espresso machine in the hotel's café. You figured it would be a hit with the tourists who frequented the place. The sleek, stainless steel beast looked like it belonged in a spaceship compared to the old, sputtering coffee maker it replaced.

The morning after you installed it, Donna stood in front of the new espresso machine, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Love, how does this contraption work again?" she asked, casting you an adorable, bewildered look. You chuckled, walking over to her. "Darling, I've shown you this at least five times. You press this button for a regular espresso, this one for a cappuccino, and this one for a latte."

Donna blinked at the array of buttons. "But which one makes a regular coffee?"

You couldn't help but grin. "The one that says 'espresso,' Donna. It's the first button."

She nodded, clearly trying to remember. "Right, the 'ex-press-oh.' Got it."

You watched as she carefully pressed the button, and the machine whirred to life, making all sorts of futuristic noises. Espresso poured into the cup, and Donna beamed triumphantly as if she'd just solved a complex puzzle. You couldn't contain your laughter. "Don't worry, love," you said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "You'll get the hang of it."

Over the next few days, you introduced more upgrades. You replaced the old landline phone with a sleek, cordless model. You set up a modern sound system in the hotel's courtyard for music during the evening gatherings. You even convinced Donna to ditch the ancient cash register in favor of a user-friendly tablet-based point-of-sale system. With each new addition, Donna's confusion seemed to grow. She'd call you over for help, even when you were just in the next room. "Sweetie, can you come here? I can't get the music to play."

You'd sigh with faux exasperation, setting down whatever you were doing to assist her. "Donna, remember the app? You just select the playlist and press play."

"I know, I know," she'd reply, rolling her eyes at her own forgetfulness. "But it's all so...fiddly."

As much as you teased her about it, you couldn't deny the joy of watching her adapt to these newfangled devices. It was endearing to see her navigate the touch screen of the tablet POS system with determined concentration, making transactions for guests with a sense of accomplishment.

One evening, as you both sat on the terrace overlooking the azure sea, Donna sipped a glass of wine and turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know," she began, "I think you're secretly enjoying being my personal tech support." You chuckled, tracing circles on her hand. "Well, it does give me the chance to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

She laughed, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "You do have a point there."

As the summer days passed, Donna's tech anxiety began to wane. She'd proudly tell you about how she had successfully made a latte without any assistance, or how she'd mastered the art of Bluetooth pairing for the speakers. She even dared to experiment with the espresso machine, trying her hand at creating intricate latte art.

One morning, you walked into the café to find her diligently working behind the counter. She held up a cup with a heart-shaped design in the foam. "Look at this, my love!" she exclaimed. "I made a heart!" You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "That's fantastic, Donna! You're becoming a pro."

But just as you thought her tech-related troubles were a thing of the past, a new challenge emerged. You had upgraded the hotel's Wi-Fi, and while it was now faster and more reliable, Donna couldn't quite grasp the concept of network names and passwords.

"Darling," she called from the reception desk, "what's the code for the Wee-Fee again?"

You sighed, resigning yourself to another round of explanations. "It's Wi-Fi, Donna. And the password is 'KalokairiSunshine.'"

"Right, right," she replied with a nod, jotting it down on a piece of paper. You couldn't resist teasing her. "Donna, I've told you the password at least ten times. It's 'KalokairiSunshine,' like our beautiful island."

She laughed, folding her arms and giving you an impish look. "Well, maybe I just enjoy hearing you say it, my tech genius."

You shook your head in mock exasperation, but deep down, you cherished these moments. Donna's quirks, her playful nature, and her ability to embrace change, even if it came with a learning curve, were all part of what made her so special to you.

As the sun set over Kalokairi, casting a warm, golden glow across the hotel, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be Donna's partner in both love and technology. In your eyes, she was the heart and soul of the hotel, and you were more than happy to be the one who helped her keep it running, one espresso at a time.

[luke-hughes43]

will knowing from your texts you are having a shit day and he sets up a little movie night and little fort for her when she gets back and they spend the rest of the night just cuddled together eating her favorite snacks and watching her comfort movies

i could use this right now

~

you were having a shit day. your classes were hard (which you knew because your program was hard) but worked also sucked. your coworkers were being bitchy and you just wanted to go to bed. you had been texting will here and there when you could during work.

will❤️: what time are you off tonight?

you: 7 why?

will❤️: just curious. i'll have dinner for you when you get off. will❤️: do you want me to pick you up?

you: i'm just gonna take the train.

will❤️: i'd rather pick you up. please?

you: fine. but i get to steal a hoodie.

will❤️: ok. how was the day?

you: fine. the usual.

will❤️: you ok baby?

you: yea, just kinda over this shift. i gotta get back to the front but i'll see you at 7. i love you.

will❤️: i love you too baby.

7pm could not have come faster. all you wanted was to hug will. you least favorite coworker, lexi, walks over about 15 minutes before your shift ended and says, "hey y/n, do you think you can clean and reorganize the back shelf before you go? there's so much and i don't wanna do it but the manager says i can't leave until it's done."

"i'll help you start on it. but i'm off in 15 minutes so i will be leaving in 15 minutes. if you have a problem with that, talk to the manager but i'm not staying for an extra half an hour because your too lazy to do your actual job."

"what did you just say to me?" she scoffs. you roll your eyes and start wiping down everything at your station, "you heard me. i will help you start it but i'm leaving at 7. stop pawning off the work that you don't wanna do onto me, right before i leave so you can go early. i have a life outside this place too contrary to popular belief."

"oh yeah? like what?"

"like classes, a boyfriend, i'm in 3 clubs, and i have an internship."

"who would date you?" she scoffs, right as will walks in. you turn to see him and smile for the first time that day. you give him a short wave and sits at a table to wait for you. you point at him and say, "that's my boyfriend. and right on time for the end of my shift. good luck with the back shelf."

you giggle and clock out leaving her in shambles to do her actual job. you walk over to will and relax into his hold, finally feeling at peace with the day. he says rubbing her back, "come on. i gotta surprise for you back at the apartment."

you nod and he leads you to the car and drives you back to his place. during the drive, he's holding your hand and has his playlist on quietly. the drive back to his place was short. and when you get there, you see a mini fort of blankets and pillows set up with the new season of outer banks qued up on the screen and food out on the table.

you turn to face him and he has a small smile on his face. you ask, "what's all this?"

he shrugs, "just a little something. you seemed like you were having a bad day and i wanted to cheer you up." you feel you heart clench at his words and hug him tightly. you mumble against his chest, "this is perfect. thank you babe."

"anytime. now come on, dinner is probably cold and you got me hooked on the show and i need to know what happens."

you giggle and cuddle up to him with your food and blankets as he hits play. about 2 episodes in, you ditch your food and fully curl into will's side. he kisses your head and says, "i hope this made you feel a little better baby."

"it did. your the best will." you say pressing a kiss to his lips. you lean your head on his shoulder and focus back on the tv. you end up falling asleep halfway through the next episode and will picks you up and brings you to bed. he kisses your forehead and says, "sweet dreams beautiful." and then climbs in next you to cuddle while you sleep.

[lyranova]

600 and 700 Follower Event!

Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well! Since I’ve gotten a lot of my regular requests done I decided to go ahead and open my event requests 🥰, now since this is a double event you all will have a few options. You can either ask for a Oneshot or you can ask for my opinion on Black Clover Characters/Ships/Story/etc; or you can ask for both 🥰! I do have a few rules as far as my writing prompts go and they will be listed below but first I’ll put the “Character Opinions”!

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You can ask for my Black Clover opinion on any character/ship/story/etc;! This will be closed when I close my writing requests (which will be when I hit 15 for each prompt list), but until then you guys can ask me anything and everything about BC and I’ll give you my opinion, you may also ask as many times as you’d like for this, even if you have follow up questions or just want to discuss things more 🥰!

Now onto the prompts~!:

1. There will be 2 prompt options, the first prompt option is “Love Me Like You Do” which is a SFW prompt list. Then there is “Touch Me Like You Do” which is more NSFW/Suggestive.

2. I will only be accepting 15 requests for both prompt lists!

3. If you decide to request from “Touch Me Like You Do” then you MUST be off anon. Period. But I will keep you anonymous unless otherwise stated (in other words you need to request off anon, but when I post it you’ll stay anonymous!).

4. Most of the prompts are romantic in nature but I can try my best to do platonic ones if the prompt is right!

5. I do not have an end date for these, I’ll close the event when I reach 15 requests for each prompt list!

These are all the rules I can think of so far, but please read my regular rules as well because those will also apply to this! Now onto the prompt lists~!

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Playlist Here

ALL SLOTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR THIS PROMPT LIST!

1 “Just let me love you (let me love, let me love you)”

2 “All I know is I know that I'm giving you my life”

3 “Hold my hand and keep me close, I'll never let you go. No, not tonight. Keep me by your side”

4 “Isn’t it lovely the way that you love me? The way that you, way that you do.”

5 “And I'd give up forever to touch you. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be. And I don't want to go home right now.”

6 “All that I ever was, Is here in your perfect еyes, they're all I can see.”

7 “Put your hand in mine. You know that I want to be with you all the time. Oh darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine.”

8 “I'm breaking down living in the memories. Inside my memory,”

9 “Please don’t be in love with somebody else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

10 “It's a promise I'm making to you. Whatever may come, your heart, I will choose.”

11 “The shadows of your heart are hanging in the sweet, sweet air, (I know you, baby).”

12 “What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart. But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.”

13 “If I was your hero, would you be mine? I know this ain't a fairytale, this is real life.”

14 “So I wrote it down on our kitchen table. If you ever forget that you love me.”

15 “Kiss me once (If you wanna take it to an even higher level). Kiss me twice (All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow). Kiss me three times (If you wanna take it to an even higher level).”

16 “I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you Tell Me What to Do.”

17 “Just close your eyes. You'll be alright. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound.”

18 “(All I need is you in my life). (I just wanna love you). I need you.”

19 “The shadows of this world. Will try to steal you away into their arms. But you belong in mine.”

20 “Our broken halves, they intertwine. From once was yours and once was mine.”

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1 “I’m really in the mood to tease you today.”

2 “I’m starving, but I want to eat all of you”

3 “I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me.”

4 “I just want to make you feel good”

5 “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

6 “You’re mine to touch. And no one else’s”

7 “Should I help you wash up?”

8 “I’m already dying to take you right now. So don’t tempt me”

9 “Forgive my lips, they find pleasure in the most unusual places.”

10 “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how.”

11 “Your pants, they bother me. Take them off.”

12 “I like it when you say my name like that”

13 “I’m not wearing any panties”

14 “You’re mine, and I don’t share”

15 “You’re So Good/You’re Such a Good Girl/Boy”

16 “Tell Me What You Want”

17 “Don’t/Can’t Hold Back”

18 “Shh We’ll Get Caught”

19 “Another Round?”

20 “Are You Sure About This?”

[simpingforcreamsoda]

Spotify Wrapped

Thoughts:

Qumu Burning Town remix winning was NOT a surprise, I put it on loop when I’m editing code and it makes me fucked up and insane

I’M MS. SUGAR PINK LIQUOR LIQUOR LIPS

The last three of my top five are all the Frontiers boss themes??? Lmao??? I mean they ruled so

HIT ME WITH YOUR SWEET LOVE STEAL ME WITH A KISS

Skillet being my #2 is SUCH a lie they had like 3 songs in my overall wrapped playlist and only two were semi-high (Back From the Dead and Circus for a Psycho). I got a video from Mr. Skillet himself saying thanks for being one of his top listeners and like, you’re welcome??? I guess??? I listened to Marina way more than them and yet she's at my #9? Who knows.

I’M MS. SUGAR PINK LIQUOR LIQUOR LIPS

This is the first year neither Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy nor Nightcore Rockefeller Street were in my top five. Both played during the wrapped presentation, though.

I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH

Apparently my music taste is centralized in Colorado Springs, USA so… shout out to all my homies down there!

I’M GONNA BE YOUR BUBBLEGUM BITCH (number 1 song in my heart <3)

[the-acid-pear]

The feminine urge to listen to Marina and the Diamonds

[uajules-blog]

// – tag drop !!

[glazelilyy]

the little things

pairings (separately!)- diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader (modern au!)

word count - 1770

genre - fluff

format- drabbles

warnings - none!

summary - a collection of cute, brief modern moments with the boys :)

a/n - if you've been around long enough on my account, you might know that i absolutely adore modern aus hehehehe so this post is just one big giant self indulgence :P also first post with thoma!! :D i love my sunshine boy he's so sweet :P

diluc—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you arrive home, exhausted and tired expecting to met with an empty and bleak living room. but, instead, are greeted with the scent of fresh, sweet roses and the gentle, albeit scratchy hum of an old record player. flickering candles decorate the apartment, and in the middle of it all stands your prince charming. clad in his dress clothes from the office, tie loosely hung from his collar and black dress sleeves rolled up to the elbow with sleep deprived bags under his eyes to compliment the look, you've never seen a man more handsome. and just as a prince does, his hand stretches forwards and with your acceptance he sweeps you off your feet for a night of dancing in your cleared out living room to old, romantic songs in tandem to the sound of your synchronized heartbeats.

kaeya—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN your mind scrambles for purchase amidst draining thought after thought while you toss and turn in bed, and your stomach growls at an impossible time of night. it's almost as though kaeya has a sixth sense or something, because just minutes later there are stones hitting against the glass of your bedroom window, and lo and behold on your front lawn stands kaeya with two takeout bags in his hands and that all too familiar boyish smile on your face. he'll lead you by the hand, sneakily and quietly as if you were stalking amidst forbidden shadows of the night, up to the roof, where constricting ceilings fall away and above you lay a blanket of stars. the jagged roof tiles dig incessantly into your skin, but his cheesy stories and antics of stealing bits of your food are enough to soften and ease the many thoughts that had poked at your mind. his shoulder is warm, warmer is his smile and warmest are his lips against yours.

albedo—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the weight of school trembles heavily against your back, but he's there to soothe you. "allow me, love," he says, and scooches in beside you to read over your course material. his voice sounds of the sweetest symphonies, even when he's recounting the most boring of equations and facts to you in simple and precise manners. he's always managed to make things easier for you. under the illumination of your desk lamp and the faded stars from outside your window, he appears to shine so bright. brighter than the most luminous of stars, a beacon in your darkest times. but your thoughts remain snug in your head, which manages to loll onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and your consciousness drifts off to the comforting lilt of his voice. he looks down at you with a fond smile on his face, and presses a kiss to your forehead before shutting the textbook and switching off your desk lamp.

childe—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN his hands snake so suavely and sneakily around your arms and maneuver your flour-covered hands because he's just "showing you how to stir the bowl properly" and not trying to fluster you, apparently. your kitchen is nothing short of a mess from an earlier flour fight, empty bowls once filled with cake batter, there's smidges of cake frosting on his cheek and a fragrant sweetness of sugar in the air. you let him lick the spatula—"just this once," you say, but you know you'll let him do it again. his arms wind tightly around your waist, frosting smidged cheek nestled tight into the crook of your neck and you give in to his sways and gentle hums of childhood lullabies against your neck and the soft tune of his spotify playlist in the background. he kisses you and it tastes impossible sweet, and you're sure it's because of how sweet he is rather than the frosting he had devoured earlier.

zhongli—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN dawn breaks through the threshold beyond the horizon and glimmers of golden light pour onto your entanglement of limbs. you're snug, body secure in his arms and face comfortably nestled in the crook of his neck, safe and shielded against the outstretched arms of the waking world. "just one more minute," you mumble, but it's too late to slip back under and you peel your eyelids open to be met with glimmering pools of golden eyes that peer ever so lovingly back at you. there's a faint flicker of amusement in his eyes as his warmth leaves you vulnerable and bare in your shared bed, where you end up trotting after him out of bed. he's already prepared two steaming cups of tea by the time you've freshened up and stumble into the kitchen. his phone comes alive with hinderances of board meetings and closing deals, and the sounds of car horns scream up from the streets outside, and yet he takes his place beside you at the kitchen counter and raises his cup in greetings, to a morning with you by his side.

xiao—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you beg him to teach you the ways of navigating your most dreaded enemy: the skateboard. his hands would be firm in your own as you tremble on baby deer legs on his board, wobbling to and fro like a spinning top. he's patient, ever so calm with a slight hint of annoyance whenever you do make a teasing remark at how gentle his teachings are. under faded, dim streetlights with the scent of burnt concrete and adrenaline in the air, his hands would find their way around your hips and propel you forwards as you squawk and scream for purchase and security on his body. admittedly, he much rather prefers when your back is pressed tight against his chest and your feet are planted on the harsh black of the board, while he propels it forwards and keeps his arms wound tight around your waist. as a treat for your hard work, bubble tea is your reward, and your cup is emptied in the dead of night in an empty parking lot, sitting on an empty curb. your feet and his feet rest upon the board, rocking it back and forth and your head lolls on his shoulder with his secure arm around your waist.

kazuha—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN all is quiet and tranquil save for the gentle rustle of parchment and paper gliding against once another like gentle waves. light streams in through the translucent blinds attached to the high ceiling and allow in a pleasant breeze from beyond the glass panes. shoulder to shoulder, a book in each of your laps, phones long discarded save for yours, ignorant to the incessant whining of cars and chatter outside. his hand is akin to a gentle, blazing fire as it rests within your own, brilliant vermillion eyes trained on the text in front of him with his free hand skimming over the various faded words in the leather bound book. a lone earbud rests within the cavity of his ear, and you share the matching piece, where gentle melodies and soothing voices coax you into a state of tranquility. he squeezes your hand when the song ends, and you return your focus back to the book in your lap with an equally gentle squeeze right back and a loving smile on your face.

scaramouche—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you clamber into his home office and ask him for just a moment's reprieve from his work. "can't, busy," he replies, but you're stubborn—if not more stubborn than him, and soon he finds himself being dragged away from the endless cycle that was his work and nudged down onto the living room couch. he mumbled strings of profanities and grumbles of objection, but you're apparently having none of it. with every sour word that comes out, a loving kiss is instead pressed to his temple, then nose, cheek, eyelid, and, of course, lips. he's gone stiff on the couch, unsure of what schemes you've come up with as you rummage through a nearby bin of items. a pair of headphones and his preferred controller were tossed his way, along with your blindingly beautiful smile. the tv screen before him lights up, and your weight flops down beside him, donning your own pair of headphones and controller. "the reports can wait," he thinks, first he has to demolish you in a game of your choosing.

dainsleif—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN you catch him tenderly caring for the gentle roses and carnations growing in his backyard. each flower was tended with love under dainsleif's watchful eye. many would think it was quite amusing: dainsleif, no doubt a giant of a man, finding solace in such a fragile pastime. you, however, know how much of a gentle teddy bear he is beneath his hardened exterior. you come up beside him and whisper in hushed voices as if the blooming flowers could overhear your conversations. there's an affectionate douse of tranquility in every one of his precise movements, ridding his flower beds of weeds and carefully inseminating the earth with fresh plants from your recent trip to the hardware store. he picks his most beautiful flower: a luscious, wine red rose that drips with the sweetest aroma, and tucks it behind your ear once its thorns had been clipped off. he smells of fairy forests and daydreams, and his lips taste of magic when you dive in to feel all of him, with his flower nestled securely behind your ear.

thoma—☆

THE LITTLE THINGS ARE WHEN the seasons have shifted and spring cleaning has come around. dusty boxes and old trinkets covered in a thick coating of dust lie around your house, brooms and pans and a lone vacuum sit tight against a nearby wall. no cleaning has been done, which would usually leave thoma in an antsy mood. but he's never felt such peace, allowing you into his lap while he sits cross legged on the floor and leans against a nearby wall of your apartment. in your lap is an old photo album containing the many memories that even thoma could still recall in vivid detail. a photo of you holding up your pet dog, taroumarou, on the day he was adopted. a photo of him striking a silly pose next to an equally silly advertisement you'd found while taking a midnight walk. a photo of you and him during a trip up north, where all you saw for miles were blankets of stars. "the cleaning can wait," he mumbles with a faint, nostalgic smile, and picks up the next of many, many albums and allows you to turn the first page.

date published: october 29th, 2021

[sebastianstansqueen]

Cheer Up Love 6

A/N: This isn't quite our end 😏, Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,802

Warnings:  Angst, Lies, bitchy friends, Gaslighting, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: Still In Love

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 Bucky came and Picked Y/n up from the hospital, she had gotten ready in a pink dress with a floral pattern, everything was like how it originally was peaceful even when getting home Natasha was there to greet Y/n, and she hugged her friend. “I’m so glad to see you.” The redhead smiled. “Bucky I’m stealing your wife for the rest of the day.” Natasha said with a glimmer of happiness in her eyes. “I missed you so much I started to write gossip in a journal.” 

“You did? I should read it then.” Y/n smiled. 

“I’ve missed you.” Natasha tells her. 

Y/n nodded. “I’ve missed you too, and I feel a lot better.” 

“Where's Sam?” Bucky asked. 

Natasha looked at him. “He’s golfing with Steve, you should go.”

“Yeah, baby, all you’ve done is look after me you should have some fun.” Y/n nodded with Natasha. 

“Plus we gotta do some gardening.” Natasha added, Y/n looked at her in confusion. “You should know it's not actual gardening, we're gonna drink and look at the plants.” The two of them laughed. 

Bucky stepped forward and pulled her in, he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, and a flash of a metal hand doing the same thing flashed through her mind. 

Later that same day Natasha’s kids came home and ran up to Y/n hugging her. She smiled warmly at the twins, hugging both of them.

The next day went as all days did she waved goodbye to Bucky, then she cleaned and worked on dinner, she had gotten ready in an off-white dress with a rose pattern.

Y/n saw Bucky pull up through the window, she got a drink ready and he walked in. “Hi.” She smiled at him.

“Hey, it smells delicious.” He told her then pulled Y/n into a kiss, he took the drink from her hand and threw it back, he continued to kiss her, and Y/n giggled in between.

“Hey, I don’t want what smells delicious to burn.” She pulled away and walked into the kitchen. “God that's beautiful.” She said looking at the chicken she prepared for dinner that it was a nice glowing tan color.

Then she heard it, Bucky was putting a record onto the record player but he started to sing it. “Darling, I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?” Y/n started to sing along with him, as she picked up the food to place on the table, a rush went through her as images ran through her mind, the chicken dropped to the floor. 

Four Years Ago

“Y/n, I just want to help you.” Bucky said as he stood behind you kissing your neck gently. 

“Bucky not right now.” You sighed walking away. 

That was when he decided what he had to do. One night he planned for the two of you to have a nice home dinner, the two of you sat across from one another, and you sipped on your wine. “Bucky this tastes a little weird don’t you think?” You asked, eyeing the red drink. 

Bucky took a sip of his and shrugged. “It tastes fine to me.” 

You nodded along and soon your head hit the table, Bucky dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom, he put cuffs around your wrists and ankles, then an IV in your arm that was to keep you drowsy and unable to move. 

Bucky had bought something from Tony not too long ago; this was something new. Iron Man created a viral tool that could transport you into a sweet escape from stress and worry in a new safe place called Westview.

He took over for you at your company after telling everyone about ‘Y/n Had a really bad car crash that put her into a coma ’ as he worded it to the company. 

_____

You were on the tiled ground of your kitchen gasping and crying. “Y/n?” Bucky asked.

You reached out a hand to stop him from moving closer to you, you were currently in the middle of what felt like an anxiety or panic attack. “Don’t!” You stopped him, as you let out a scream in pain.

“You're having another episode Y/n, Let me help you.” He started to walk forward towards you. “Just breathe Y/n.” You took deep breaths. “That's good just to breathe.” 

You looked at him like a caged animal did when  it was captured. He took a step forward and you ran around the island in the kitchen going to the opposite side he was on. “Stay away from me.” You hissed. 

“Please just stay calm.” Bucky said as he chased you. You couldn’t run for long, the pain still making you scream out. “You're gonna be okay just let me explain.” Bucky said walking up to you. 

You were out of breath. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Look at me Y/n, you're my wife, I love you.” He slowly walked forward.

You shook your head. “No, No you can't say that.” You walked to the living room to get away from him. “You don’t love me.”

He pointed at you and started walking to the living room. He shook his head. “No, don't do that.” He stopped in front of you once again. “Y/n, just think about your life and what you want, I saved you from being miserable and overworking yourself. You were always working at the office or saving the world.” His voice began to rise. 

“Your psychotic Bucky.” You said backing away. “You took my life away from me.” 

“No, I saved you!” He yelled.

You shook your head and started to cry. “That’s not true, that’s not true, I wanted to work and to save the world and you took that away from me! That’s not a choice you get to make Bucky!” 

“I Gave this to you! You should be thanking me!” He continued yelling. “I Gave you all of this Y/n, We are lucky to be here, Tony built this world so we could live the life that we deserve, that you deserve! I have to leave here every moring to continue on saving the world and run your company so that I can feed you with real food and I hate it Y/n I Fucking Hate it!” He still yelled. “And you get to stay here and be happy.” He sighed. 

You wiped your tears off your cheeks. “I came to you! I came to you and you made me feel like I was fucking crazy!”

Bucky kneeled before you. “Y/n I’m so sorry.” You turned away crying. “I don’t have to lie to you anymore, Y/n I love you, I’m so sorry I love you, I just want you happy and safe, I’d do anything for you, you are my whole life.” 

“Bucky I love you, but I shouldn't not after this.” You sobbed. 

Bucky grabbed onto your waist and pulled you to him. “Y/n, it’s not about where we are it's about if were together, your the one who said that.” He sighed. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “Are there other people like me? Where are there bodies?”

Bucky looked up at you. “I don’t know where they are.” 

You gasped. “Oh my god the kids, oh my god.” 

“No, No there fake they aren’t even real.” He said as he cupped your cheek. “We can be happy.” He whispered repeatedly. 

“No Bucky, No Bucky, Please, let me go please.” You begged, he was gripping you by your waist so tight that it was restricting you from breathing. “Let go.” You begged. “I-I cant breath Bucky.” When he wouldn’t let go you grabbed the cup that was previously filled with whisky and smashed it over his head, blood stained the dress you wore. 

Natasha walked in minutes later. “Y/n?”

You rolled over. “Nat, come on we have to go come on.” Little did you know Tony was getting an important phone call telling him that you had killed Bucky in the simulation. 

Bucky shot up in the bed trying to get the program for him to work again but it wouldn't, all the wires were fired and he couldn’t get back in. 

You turned to Natasha. “I-I can hear him, he’s yelling at me out there.” You said crying. 

“Y/n, you have to go to headquarters.” She told you. “They’ll head to you and Bucky in the real world and they will kill you.” 

“Come with me.” You begged her.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to go. I chose to be here along with Sam, so that we could have kids together.” 

“What?” You gasped, and you walked out of the house. Sam stood on your land along with every other neighbor standing around looking at you. 

“Who’s blood is that?” Sam asked, you ignored him and got into the car, and he repeated his question. 

Sam tried to stop you by running in front of the car as you tried pulling away, Natasha pushed him out of the way tackling him to the ground. “Y/n Run!” She yelled. That began a car chase through the forest you were spreading and a car pulled in front of you, you braked, causing the two cars right on your tail to crash into the one in front of you. 

You drove up the mountain to that building you went to weeks ago, halfway up the mountain you crashed into the side your car stuck you walked around it and started running the rest of the way up. 

People were contacting Tony nonstop over the situation, Pepper was cutting up some vegetables as Tony paced back and forth. She gripped her knife and stabbed him. “It’s my turn now.” 

The people who were working for the project climbed the side of the mountain you got to the top of the mountain out of breath and sweating, and you made it to the building and stopped you felt Bucky hugging you from behind you knew you still loved him. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered. 

“I have to.” You whispered and you ran up and slammed your hands against the glass, the workers came up from behind just as you did.

You gasped as you woke up, your arms and wrists still bound to the bed you yanked at the restraints. “Help!” You yelled out.

A/n: You're mad aren't you? This is our end, technically, you can go down path way A: Bucky comes into the room. OR B: Bucky left you there knowing he couldn’t technically over power you in the real world.   

[steelycunt]

and only felt good while moving.

The summer before university, Sirius falls in love and throws a punch and then he makes a friend.

hiii! is my (late) entry for @goodboylupin 's 2022 RSCandyHearts fest! my prompt was, my pal. thank you so much to goodboylupin for hosting this fest!

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chapters: 1/1. word count: 17.2k. rating: mature.

“What’s your favourite colour?” Sirius asks him. Before that, it’s, what’s your favourite song?, or, do you like orange juice?, or, kiss me, kiss me. What’s your middle name? I’m not telling you mine. He’s trying to take the seconds and pull them apart, see—sweet and golden-brown like stretched toffee. They’re going to live there. He’s trying to build a history backwards; steal a place for the two of them in the time it takes to sigh.

It's the second week of August.

“I’m not sure,” Remus replies, squinting up at the evening sky. In an empty carpark behind a supermarket, he tries to teach Sirius how to ride his bike (is it all that different from riding a horse, posh boy?). By the time they give up, sprawled out on the ground, Sirius’s knees are scraped raw and bloody from falling and hitting the tarmac again and again. Remus laughs louder than Sirius has ever seen him do anything, doubled-over and gasping. It almost makes him want to check that he’s got his inhaler on him.

“Blue. Or…green? Orange? Fuck,” Remus snorts. “I don’t know. It changes. I’m not often asked.” His head is resting sideways atop Sirius’ chest; when he speaks, it shudders through Sirius’ stomach like an oncoming train. The tarmac is warm and uncomfortable. Tiny stones dig into Sirius’ bare arms.

“Too cheesy for me to say black, isn’t it?” Remus turns his head to look at Sirius as best he can. “What’s yours?”

Sirius closes his eyes. “I think green is nice. Grass green, though—not dark green. You…your laugh is sort of green, in my head. Does that make sense?”

“No,” Remus replies. “I think you’re full of shit. But I like you anyway.”

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[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA || S/O THAT IS AN ANIME/MANGA LOVER

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 17 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi!! I would like to order a large headcanon "Itadori, Fushiguro, Gojo, and Sukuna with a s/o who loves watching anime and reading mangas" please. Thank you! Also, I love your writing and omg your playlist!!! *chef's kiss* Period.

↳ barista’s notes : i’m glad that you really love my playlist ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ also right now, i am planning the death painting arc and trying to add in my idea that i have hinted in an ask! so i can’t wait for you guys to read it when i get the chance to write it ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon!

When Itadori finds out that you are an anime and manga lover, I feel like he would love you even more because you both have a common interest with each other now - like something he can talk about and share with you.

You and Itadori love suggesting manga to each other and sometimes you would suggest Josei manga to him (like Wotakoi) and in the beginning, he would be like “that isn’t really my type” but with a little persuasion and some pushing, he will take the time to read it.

Later on, he will become really invested in the characters’ relationship and will rant to you how the female is taking too long to confess or how cute the relationship is - basically, he has become more invested than you are.

Sometimes he will ask if you both could re-enact a romance scene together, it’s quite funny for him to ask because it’s just a normal kiss scene...but who is saying no?

He would also suggest manga series to you and of course, how could you even deny him when he is showing you an adorable face in a way to convince you to read it with him.

Instead of movie nights, there will be times where you guys would binge-watch a whole season one anime series and complain how there isn’t a season two at all - Fushiguro will complain about how loud you both are.

When you both go on date, you and Itadori will always end the day by going into a bookstore and pick out manga for each other because it’s interesting to see what you guys choose for each other - you will also buy some for yourselves but it’s fun!

There will be days (like your off day) where you and Itadori would just sit on his bed and read manga silently because it’s nice to feel each other’s presence.

Itadori will sometimes just say “amazing!” and show you what is happening which causes you to add that manga he is reading onto the list.

If you and Itadori are sorcerers, he will compare his powers to other characters from any manga he has read or anime he has watched - it’s like an amazing comparison to him.

Overall, anime and manga is another way to show your love to each other since you both can share everything with each other, but the time you both spend together is more appreciated as you and him are just living in the moment, away from the sorcery world.

Fushiguro seems like the type of person to ask why you are into this stuff - something like “isn’t this for kids?”

When you hit him for what he just said, he will now shut his mouth about his comment and just leave you to your little obsession.

However, over time when you are reading manga, he will peek over your shoulder to see what you are reading and is somewhat interested in the drawings and art that are on the pages.

He will question how much time it takes to draw one panel and how a story can be told with such little worlds and a few pictures.

Later one, he will ask for some suggestions from you and if you start with shounen manga to him, he will be amazed at how much detail is drawn into a fight scene - he will ask from time to time what is going on and please explain it to him.

When he goes to the bookstore to grab something to read since he has finished all of his, he will look at the manga section to pick up the next volume you need as well as the first volume of the manga you had recommended to him.

Like Itadori, he really likes it when you both cuddle and just read together in his dorm room - it’s just nice to feel each other’s presence.

When it comes to anime, he has learned from his past actions to not comment about “is this kid’s stuff” and will watch it with you to see what it is and to make you happy.

Later one, he will never admit it, but he really does get invested in the shows and will sometimes watch a few episodes ahead of you because he couldn’t wait until your next anime night.

Fushiguro also seems like the type to question some decisions the anime characters make because some of them are dumb - he’s also the type to ask why Asta from Black Clover is so loud.

Overall, Fushiguro slowly gets into your little hobby of anime and manga, but he isn’t too in love like you are. However, he does appreciate how you both spend time together with these things since he got to learn about you more.

When Gojo finds your stash of manga books in your room, he is the type that will tease you for it and comment on how much money you have spent since your shelf is full of manga books.

Of course, you would tease him back for spending so much money on sweets and he will pout at you while saying that he ‘can’t help it’.

Gojo is also the type of person that will flick through the manga book and will bend the spine of them causing you to beat him up because….just no.

He will buy you another copy because he now realises how precious your manga books are to you - he will complain that he is more precious than them.

Every time he makes a teasing comment about you reading manga, you will always hit him back with the whole ‘at least the boys are better boyfriends than you’ comment - he will pout at you before clinging on to you, telling you to take that back.

Gojo does like to snatch your manga book out of your hands when he feels like you are not paying him enough attention than he likes - he would say ‘I deserve more attention than this’.

Now when it comes to anime, Gojo will compare himself to all of the characters when it comes to fighting scenes.

Like “I can beat him”  or “She will lose to me instantly” - okay Gojo, we get it, you are the strongest sorcerer in all of Japan...shut up.

He is also the type to pause in the middle of the episode to kiss you because you are too concentrated on the episode and he wants one - he will compare his relationship with you to the anime couple by saying you are the better couple.

There will be times where he finds anime memes and will send them to you from time to time because he thinks they are funny to add to replicate his reaction.

Overall, Gojo just loves annoying you about your addiction to anime and manga since it just adds to the list of things he can make fun of you for when in reality he is also somewhat invested since he loves to comment during your episode from time to time.

Sukuna is the type to be so confused about why you love anime and manga, you should love him and him only…..selfish boy.

So when you are reading a manga book, he will stand in front of you with an annoyed look on his face because you should be paying attention to him and him only.

He is more confused about the number of manga books you have because he wonders how much money do you even have to maintain this obsession of yours.

He wouldn’t read with you, but there are times when he would hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder to peer at what you are looking at.

If it’s a fight scene, he will comment on how much stronger he is and how he would beat them up in an instant.

If it’s a romantic scene, he will tease you by biting your neck before telling you that you both do more stuff than what the couple are doing right now.

Now when it comes to anime, Sukuna wouldn’t stop with the whole “I am the stronger one” comment as he would say that in every fight scene that you watch with him.

To be completely honest with you, I don’t think you are able to finish even one episode with him because he will distract you with every opportunity he gets.

Anime and chill…

However, if you are able to finish one episode with him by your side (I’m impressed with that...like wow) he will just be silent since I don’t think he had actually paid attention at all and just fell asleep during the middle of it.

Overall, Sukuna doesn’t take the time to understand or know why you love anime and manga, he is the type to let you do what you want to do with the case that you give him the attention he believes he deserves.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[imjusttpeachy]

the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

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“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

>>>

Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse. 

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door. 

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings. 

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

>>>

[wkemeup]

Losing Riley

summary: Before she met Bucky, Y/n’s world was shattered. Sam was the common thread that helped her pick up the pieces again.  pairings: riley x reader, hinted future bucky x reader warnings: character death, grief  🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

You woke to cold sheets. A hand slid over to the left side of an empty bed and your heart clenched. The startling realization settled in each morning as the distant glow of the sunrise peered through the curtains – Riley was still an ocean away and you were still emphatically alone. 

But you were determined to make the most of the day, even if Riley wasn’t there to spend it with you. It was his mother’s birthday whether he was stateside or not and you were insistent not to let the ocean waters sweep you under in his absence. So, you pressed on a smile and dragged your feet to the bathroom to tame your hair and dry your eyes. His family would be expecting you and one of your homemade cakes by the evening.  

You dared a glance at yourself in the mirror, clad only in the US Air Force t-shirt Riley had left behind. It was rich in army green color and the logo stood bright against your chest. You wondered how much wear the shirt could handle before it started to fade. It had lost Riley’s scent after you’d worn it for a week straight, the lingering glimpses of his presence dimming night by night. You could only hope it wouldn’t shrink in the wash.  

You spent the day perfecting the cake his parents had grown to crave; three-tiered and coated in layers of chocolate frosting. Billy Joel sang on the radio and you mumbled your way through the verses of We Didn’t Start the Fire to distract yourself from imagining Riley seated at the countertop, watching you with love struck smirk on his face and a dab of frosting at the corner of his lips. The book on the counter held a gentle layer of flour on the pages. It kept you company until the timer rang.  

The dress you wore was one you’d purchased with the intent to wear for a date night when Riley came home after his first tour. Though it was red in color, it was not striking or bold – instead, it was soft, almost muted, and it carried a sort of gentle effervescence to it. Modest but charming. You’d hoped it would make him smile. You hadn’t counted on how the war stealing his ability to do so.  

It was the first time you wore the dress since you bought it. Maybe you’d ask his mother to take a picture of you with the cake to send to him. He might like that. He seemed to be himself more when he was away than when he was home in your arms these days.  

You had the cab drop you at the end of the driveway. It was long enough to catch the glow of Christmas lights still draped around the trees outside and hidden under layers of snow, despite the fact that it was well into January. The suburbs were so quiet compared to the city; you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed spending time at his parent’s house. They’d welcomed you to their table, even in the months Riley was overseas. It was a burden you shared together – to be left behind.  

You’d only made it halfway up the driveway when you noticed the two men standing at the porch. They were dressed in formal uniforms, white hats held down by their hearts. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped moving until the snow started to soak into your shoes. It piled on the pointed toes of your heels.  

Riley’s mother stood in the open-door way, a vacant look upon her face. Her husband was at her side, shaking his head as he struggled to grab onto his wife before she let out a wail that echoed so painfully, birds scattered from nearby trees.  

Her knees gave way from under her as she fell to the ground in sobs. The two men in uniform did their best to comfort her, only to be shoved away. They stood back and watched a mother grieve her only son at a respectful distance. 

“Y/n?” 

Your hands were shaking. The cake tray had slipped from your fingers and fell into the snow. A mess of sweet chocolate amongst pavement and ice. The voice called your name again, concerned, frantic, and you could only vaguely make out a blurred figure racing towards you.  

Everything around you tunneled, your knees weakening as you struggled to fight against the ice under your heels and the weight suddenly barreling down on your shoulders. All you could hear was the screams of Riley’s mother as she held onto her husband, unable to move from the comfort of the ground.  

“Y/n, come with me,” the voice eased and you looked up to find Sam Wilson standing a few paces ahead of you dressed in his formal Air Force blues, gold wings on his shoulder and a series of colorful pins on his left breast. He held out a hand to you. 

“Let’s go inside, okay?” he tried again but you shook your head, eyes darting back to Riley’s mother.  

You tried to take in another breath but found it shallow, as if your lungs had collapsed beside your heart in mutual surrender.  

“You’re having a panic attack,” Sam told you calmly. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice.” 

You nodded quickly, tears burning in your eyes, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the shattered remains in your chest or the light headedness pulling your vision under. Sam bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. 

“Here. Feel this,” he ordered evenly, placing the snow in your bare hand. He stepped back, shaking out his gloves. “It’s cold, right?” 

Yes, you tried to say though the word didn’t quite leave your lips. It stung, but there was a comfort in it. You watched as it melted in your palm, your skin burning from where it had been.  

“Smells like Christmas trees out here, doesn’t it?” Sam added, taking in a deep breath. He smiled. “Reminds me of the tree farms I used to go to with my dad every year growing up.” 

You followed his lead, taking in as much of a breath as your body would allow. He was right, it did smell like pines. Riley’s family planted a few along their property line because his mother loved Christmas so much. It smelled like Fraser and Balsam Fir all year round.  

You concentrated on the smell of the trees, the chocolate that had scattered into the snow in clumps of frosting and cake; the sound of Sam’s voice, of Riley’s mother’s cries; the feel of the chill on your skin and the snow in your hand. You focused until you could draw in a full breath enough to make sense of the destruction around you. 

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” you asked, voice trembling on the verge of tears.  

Sam’s shoulders fell, a terrible longing pressed over his features. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

Despite your efforts, your knees buckled in mirror to Riley’s mother. Sam caught you before you could hit the ground, his arms encasing around you as your body fought the violent tremors shaking through you. You cried against his jacket, as the snow built upon your shoulders and wet your hair. You cried until there was little else your body could give. 

*** 

You barely remembered the funeral.  

A folded flag had been placed in the lap of Riley’s mother as she sobbed. A casket had been lowered into the ground. Guns fired in salute and you flinched at each one as they echoed against the stormy grey skies. Sam held your hand through the entire ceremony, squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark when it looked like you were teetering on the edge of an endless void. He stayed on your couch that night and pretended not to hear as you cried yourself to sleep. 

There was an emptiness that took hold of you when Riley left for his first tour, but there was still a lingering hope. You’d managed to hold onto the image of a man at war and his woman waiting for him to return. He wrote often and you kept each letter in a shoe box under the bed. It was a script of a movie you’d learned to follow – the scraps of love you could grasp from the shores of the Atlantic.  

When he came home, he was hollow. He wasn’t the man you’d kissed goodbye with a cheesy, hopeful grin on his face. He’d lost the spark behind his eye and the glow in his skin. He became withdrawn and angry; lashing out when you reached to him with an anchor in your hand as if he favored the unforgiving currents pulling him under.  

The time you spent with him before he left again hurt worse than when he was gone. He longed for the sky like a bird with a broken wing. It was within reach, so close and so impossibly far from his grasp. He pushed you away, convinced you would never understand the resentment he carried towards civilian life and the utter inability to conform to it.  

Perhaps he was right. You’d shouted it yourself one night until you were both hoarse and in tears. You would never understand, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try, that you didn’t love him any less.  

You’d seen the way the war had hurt him. It shoved nightmares to his dreams and panic in his veins. It made him hypervigilant and paranoid. It isolated him from his friends and family. It made him feel like a monster in the skin of a man, pretending to be someone he wasn’t; smiling through aching muscles as if he were a portrait hanging in a museum.  

He pretended to be fine. He pretended to try. He never was.  

It didn’t surprise you the day he told you he was going back.  

Still – you begged. Despite the tears, the months of heartache and panic attacks and night terrors, you were desperate for him to stay. You were desperate to rebuild what the war had broken between you. You loved him and it wasn’t enough.  

After he left, you tried to pretend as he did – that everything was fine, that you didn’t feel an ache in your chest at the thought of him, that you were a woman waiting on your soldier to return home.  

He was more himself when he called. He became the Riley you remembered in the beginning; full of hope and eager to prove himself. He smiled often and laughed as his friends teased him for the blush in his cheeks when you appeared on the screen. It was those moments that encouraged you to hang on, that reminded you why he was worth the pain and heartache.  

Those moments gave you hope that this time would be different. When Riley came home, the two of you would be just fine. The soldier and his girl.  

Always optimistic. Always sunny. Always finding silver linings. 

You should have known better than that.  

*** 

Mrs. Jefferson was surprised the day you showed up at work dressed in shades of grey and black, returning the piles of books you had yet to read.  

“You should go home, dear,” she eased, slipping the glasses from the bridge of her nose to rest on the beads against her chest. “It’s too soon for you to be at work.” 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. You didn’t put much effort into the lie but you couldn’t stand to be in your apartment another second longer. It was too quiet, too empty. You’d never lived with Riley but his things were scattered around your place. The Air Force shirt sat crumbled at the foot of your bed.  

“Honey, you forget that I know what you are going through,” Mrs. Jefferson sighed, placing a trembling hand over yours. You paused. “Be patient with yourself. Have kindness for the man you lost. You’ll see the sun again, my dear. I promise.” 

You didn’t know whether it was the tenderness in her words or the way her aged hand curled around yours that broke you. Tears blurred over your eyes and you sank into her embrace as she drew circles against your spine. If the visitors noticed your grief, they did not say anything. For that, you were grateful.  

*** 

It took time before you could think of Riley without crying. Months, maybe, but it was progress. Sam stopped by daily in the beginning, showing up with coffee and donuts from Luciana’s and forcing you to get out of bed just to open the door for him before he woke the neighbors. You’d come to expect him and started to ready yourself before he arrived.  

He swung by after work some days with takeout and some weekends he dragged you to his friend Steve’s house where they watched football and you filled your stomach with nachos and buffalo chicken dip.  

He taught you to smile again despite yourself because Sam was infectious no matter how deep the void you’d caged yourself in. It was impossible not to return his smile, impossible not to try for a man who so genuinely wanted you to succeed. He was Riley’s partner and he knew Riley on a level not even you had seen. Sam grieved different than you did, but he grieved nonetheless. It was something you shared in. Something you overcame together, too.  

The day he brought you to the VA, you’d dragged your feet the whole way.  

“Trust me, kid,” Sam urged, yanking your hand along the sidewalk, but you planted your feet. Sam rolled his eyes. “Do it for Riley.” 

Your jaw dropped, though Sam started to smirk. “Don’t evoke Riley’s name to guilt me into working for the people who took him from us, Sam!”  

“I’m guilting you into volunteering. Let’s make that clear,” Sam retorted. “I’m not paying you shit.” 

You laughed despite the frown on your face.  

“Second, these guys aren’t the big shots who sit in their cozy offices while our boots on the ground see the real fight,” Sam said, squeezing your hand. He wasn’t teasing anymore. His smile was genuine as his features softened, a sad sort of memory on his mind. “They’re guys like Riley, Y/n. Guys who could use the help he should have had.” 

Your lips parted, unable to come up with an excuse to say next. You thought of Riley curled up on the floor with his hands pressed over his ears as fireworks lit up the sky on New Year’s Eve. You thought of the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless dreams and the toll it took on your relationship. You thought of the shame he felt for pushing you away, for being unable to stop himself from hurting you, too.  

You shook your head. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that, Sam.” 

“Just come with me to the open house,” Sam tried, tugging on your hand and this time, you let him drag you a few steps. “If it’s too much, I won’t push it again...” he bit his lip, “until next year.” 

“Fine!” you laughed, falling in stride with him as he fist pumped the air in victory. “I don’t know how Riley put up with you for so long.” 

“With much reluctance,” Sam snickered. 

It felt nice to be able to talk about Riley without it hurting. It still ached, but it was a pleasant ache – like maybe remembering him didn’t have to be a bad thing, like maybe it could bring you a little joy, too.  

Sam brought you into his office first to draw you away from the crowds. It gave you a chance to take off your coat and ease yourself into the surroundings before Sam inevitably threw a handful of strangers on you with terrible stories and sad faces to convince you to stay.  

“I just gotta find a file for Steve and we can head out to the main room, alright?”  

You nodded, taking the time to look around Sam’s office. It wasn’t anything like you’d pictured it to be. You’d expected it to be in chaos – disorganized, with papers stacked high on the desk and a basketball hoop hanging over the trash bin – but it was rather professional. He had awards framed on the wall, metals encased in glass. File cabinets labeled and not a pen out of place.  

But it was the photo sitting on his desk that drew your attention. You picked it up, recognizing Sam at the center in his Air Force uniform and a younger, more doe-eyed Steve Rogers who stood beside him dressed in army greens. But there was a third man hanging off Sam’s left shoulder you didn’t know. 

He was handsome. Smile bright enough to rival even that of Sam’s. With short, brown hair and eyes as blue as you’d ever seen, you wondered whether his face might be one you’d see out in the crowd of veterans gathered in the lobby.  

“That’s Bucky,” Sam grinned, pointing to the man in the photo. “He’s still out on tour.” 

You handed Sam the picture, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, and he seemed to enjoy how flustered you were.  

“He’s scheduled to be home next year though,” Sam added, studying for your reaction. “I’ll see if I can get him to swing by if... you know... you’re volunteering here.”  

You glared at Sam until he broke into laughter.  

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the regulars,” Sam grinned, grabbing your hand and dragging you out into the crowd in the lobby.  

You knew before Steve’s presentation on the services at the VA even began that Sam had tied your heart with string to this building and the people in it. You saw Riley’s face in everyone who shook your hand – from the petite, red headed woman with a questionable background and kind eyes to the son of a billionaire who had joined the Air Force in rebellion and found he rather liked being just ‘one of the guys.’ 

It was as if you could feel a hand on your back, urging you forward, into the arms of these people and the compassion they could give to you. You wondered if Sam knew that it would be as much a kindness to you as you could be for them, to be able to give your time to this place. Ideas began to spring in your mind of how you could bring your love of books to your work here and how much you’d missed reading yourself. 

Maybe this place could heal you, too.  

It took a single glance from Sam across the room to know he’d convinced you. He smiled, raising a glass of cheap red wine, and nodded. It was the first time in months you’d felt a glimmer of hope, a reason to be excited, a possibility for good amongst the broken.  

You clung onto it with everything you had.  

[hoeneypirate]

An Almost Autumn Night

Shinsou x fem reader

CollegeAU juniors in college

Warnings- exhibition(sex on the roof) fingering, use of the word puppy, size kink, praise, use of marijuana, drugs, sex under the influence of marijuana, not using a condom(don’t be like this)

Minors DNI

Extremely unedited because I’m too shy to reread it again right now.

Your feet tapped against the hard floor of the elevator as you watched the numbers get higher and higher. Once you reach the top floor your heart is propelling you forward towards the door to the roof.

When you open the door you shove your hands into the front pocket of your (his) hoodie, the soft chill of the night making you realize how close autumn is.

You feel your smile getting bigger the closer you got, by the time you round the corner you’re grinning. “Finally” he says “I’ve been waiting for you” you chuckle and take your spot beside him on his pile of blankets, pulling the one on his shoulders up over yours as well. “Sorry Shin, my group” he sighs “that girl still doing whatever she wants even though you’ve shown her how the technology worked?” You groan “yes! And it skews our data! we have to spend an extra thirty minutes fixing her shit!” I can’t wait until this semester is over.” He smiles and pats your knee “I have just the thing” you laugh when he pulls out a bong from his backpack.

He takes out his water bottle and fills it before grabbing his baggie and packing the bowl. “You always know what I need. Tell me when you get more, I’ll pitch in since I’ve been smoking your stash” he smiles and blushes. Honestly he doesn’t care that you smoke his stash. He loves to see your soft smile and hooded eyes as you look at him stoned and peaceful. Loves the way your mind expands when you’re high and the conversations you get into.

“First ones all you” he says and hands you the bong and his little torch lighter. “You know the way to my heart” you say with a smile as you take them from his hands, making sure to brush them gently but laughing when he gasps at how cold they are “not all of us can be hot blooded” you say and wink at him as you bring the bong to your lips. He never thought he could be this jealous about a bong but damn. Your lips look so good.

You pull back and look to his eyes, smiling sweetly it makes his heart race. You exhale as he takes a hit and you laugh “I never get over your iron lungs” you say and he smiles as he holds the smoke in for moment “practice” he says as he exhales and you laugh again, already feeling your skin tingle and your brain feeling lighter.

You smoke and talk about classes and your stupid roommates for a few minutes and after it’s quiet for a moment you lean against his shoulder and pull out your AirPods “here” you say handing him the left one and you put the right in your ear, starting your high playlist you made together.

He sighs and places the bong and all of his things as he wraps the blanket around him tighter and leaning onto his knees. “This is so nice” he says quietly and you wrap your arm around his back, tucking your body against him and placing your ear against his back “yes it is” you whisper as you try to steal his warmth. “I’m jealous of your warmth” you say as the song changes, making your skin feel extra tingly, like your body is made out of smoke.

“You can have as much of it as you want”he says with a laugh, feeling so easygoing and relaxed he was finally free of his nerves to be around you. He felt like nothing matters except you guys together on the roof at this moment. He moves and wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his scent and warmth. You smile up at him as you move your other arm around his waist.

“God y/n” he says after you guys had sat for who knows how long five minutes of fifty you had no idea, just looking into each other’s eyes and smiling at each other. Lost in the music and each other’s eyes. You chuckle softly “what?” You ask and he tucks your hair behind your ear as you lean against his shoulder “you’re my best friend and I’d never do anything to ruin that but fuck i want to kiss you so bad” he says, his voice deepening at the end of the sentence as Take Me Where Your Heart Is by Q starts playing.

You chuckle at the irony of the song before cupping his cheek and leaning up just so until your lips brush his.

You sigh into him as your lips tingle against his, an effect of the weed. You giggle when his hands grip your hips and pull you to straddle his lap, easily like it was nothing for his strong arms. You brace yourself on his shoulders and when your hips come in contact with his you gasp softly and deepens the kiss, his tongue softly running along the side of yours. You were so lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the taste of his coconut burts bees chapstick, and the music in your right ear that you didn’t register the soft whimpers coming from you.

When he moaned though, you noticed that. It spurred you on. You had to hear it again. You repeated that action and he moaned into a soft pleasurable sigh. He pulls back and looks up at you, his thumb grazing your cheek “I’ve wanted this for so long” he whispers dreamily and you smile as you run your fingers through his hair. He’s looking at you like you’re the center of his universe and if you asked him he’d tell you you were staring at him the exact same way.

You hum happily and move your hands down to his chest “kissing you is better than I imagined” you say and he sighs softly, his eyes bloodshot and half closed as he smiles up at you. You lean down slowly and connect your lips to his again, missing the feeling of him against your lips.

You kiss him slow and sloppy, just focused on how good you were feeling. His hands slowly roamed your body, groping and showing love to where ever he could hold. You moan against his lips and pull his hair gently, grinding your hips slowly against his to get some friction causing him to moan deeply, rumbling into you. “Fuck puppy” he says breathlessly as you repeat the action and you chuckle “god you feel so good Shin” you say just as breathlessly and he blushes at your tone. He starts to kiss up your neck, sloppy and nipping at your skin softly.

His hands move to your hips as he guides you down against him again, growling into your ear as his eyes close. You moan softly as his bulge rubs through your panties, hitting your clit perfectly and drawing your attention to have drenched your panties were. “Do that again” you mumble with a breathless laugh against the side of his face as you kiss across his cheek. “Like that did you?” He asks and you nod, capturing his lips with your own as he bucks his hips up into you as he pulls you down against him. “Fuck you’re big huh?” You whisper as you feel tingles erupt through your body from the way his bulge hits you in the perfect place, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Do you wanna see?” He asks and you whine and nod, peppering kissing against his neck, sucking hickies you were excited to see in the morning.

“Shinsou” you moan as he rubs you down against him, causing him to groan and through his head back “I want you” he says, voice thick with desire, you chuckle softly kissing across his Adam’s apple and up to his jaw “I guessed that” you said and ground your hips down, hitting him in just the right spot that made you both moan and your back and chest tingle, your nipples hardening against your shirt you thanked the gods for not wearing a bra and you patted yourself on the back for wearing a skirt when his fingers brushed against your clit over your panties.

You gasp and shudder as his fingers brush up and down through your folds on top of your panties “is this all for me puppy? You’re so wet already” his voice was low and his eyes were dark as he gazed up at you “and you’re hard as a rock” you say with a teasing bite to his bottom lip

he smirks, feeling cocky “well that’s two halves of a whole” he says and you chuckle for a second before it turns into a shuddering moan as his digit slips under your underwear, rubbing your clit slowly in a circle.

“Makes that sound again” he says and suck on your neck as he dips two fingers inside of your dripping hole. You gasp and moan as your walls clench around his thick digits “fuuuck” you moan as he curls his fingers up, placing the pad of his thumb against your clit as his other hand reaches up under your sweatshirt only to gasp when his hand finds bare skin.

“Fuck puppy. You’re perfect” he whispers and you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as his fingers play with your left nipple, his thumb softly rubbing in a circle against your clit as his thick fingers slowly pump and curl inside of you. Moans fall from your lips, warm tingles rocking through your body like waves, he looks up at you like you’re an angel

“Look at me puppy” he says as he feels your walls flutter and clench him as you near your orgasm. You whine and look down at him, your belly erupting in butterflies at his gaze. “You’re beautiful” he says as you gasp then moan as your orgasm hits you harder than before, cumming around his fingers as you keep your eyes on his.

“Hitoshi. Need you” you mumble as you collapse against his shoulder he slips his fingers free from your cunt and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean as you watch, hypnotized by his actions. “Tell me what you need my sweet girl” he says and you sigh happily leaning in to kiss him. “I need you” you mumble against his lips. “I’m right here baby” he says like it’s obvious and you whine, making his dick twitch as it strains against his boxers.

“Please Hitoshi. Fuck me” you whimper and he groans, a shudder wracking his body as those words fall from your lips, words that he has only dreamed about you saying. He feels his body tingle and smiles, bringing your mouth to his with one hand as the other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

You stop his hands and hum when he lets you take over. You unzip his jeans and push them down before slowly pushing down his boxers and letting his cock spring free. You feel your mouth water when you look down and see how big it truly is. “Fuck ‘Toshi you’re so big” you moan and he smiles shyly, pecking the corner of your mouth, moaning in his chest as you slowly pump your hand up and down his length.

“I’ve always loved this skirt” he whispers as he pushes it up and tucks it into your waistband. “I’ve noticed you staring at my thighs before” you whsiper and his cheeks flush, his cock twitching in your hand “that’s why I wear it so much” you admit, your cheeks flushing to match his.

Your thumb rubs the bead of pre cum around his red tip and his body shudders “fuuuck y/n” he moans and you kiss him deeply before you stand, dropping his cock for a moment as you skip your panties off, shoving them in the side pocket of his flannel he had on making him curse under his breath. You kneel down again as he slowly pumps his length and you cup his cheeks and card your fingers through his hair above his ears.

You reach down and take his cock from him, pressing you lips to his and kissing him deeply, your tongue sloppily wrapping around his as you run his cock head through your dripping folds. The head catches your hole and you moan and sink your hips down. You moan together as his head pushes through, stretching you beautifully. “Fuck ‘Toshi. So big” you moan and place your hands in his neck, bracing yourself and you sink down on him until he was fully sheathed.

“Look at that baby girl” he says and looks at where you’re connected. He reaches down and rubs your sensitive clit slowly, moaning when you clench around him. “You take me so well puppy” he says and his hands move to your hips, guiding you up and slamming you back down against him. “Fuck!” You moaned as he bit and sucked the skin against your collarbone. “You sound so pretty. Take me so well. My perfect puppy” he’s moaning as his body tingles. His praises make you clench against him and he moans, his hands pushing your hoodie up to expose your chest. He moans at the sight “so soft. So perfect” he says and kisses across your breasts, showing love to every inch before taking your left nipple into his mouth making you shudder and gasp out his name “Toshi yes yes please” you say and he starts to buck his hips up, matching the pace he has been set.

“God you feel so good. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long Shin” you admit as you feel waves of pleasurable tingles wrack your body as you near your peak. The cord you feel in your belly getting tighter and tighter. “Seriously?” He asks breathlessly and you nod quickly “I’m pretty sure I love you” you say and he stops movements and for a second you think you’ve said something wrong. “You love me?” He asks softly, brushing your hair behind your shoulder. You blush, like his cock isn’t fully buried in your cunt, and nod slowly “I love you too” he says with a soft chuckle and you feel yourself clench around him.

“Does my sweet girl like that?” He whispers and you whine with a nod and he slowly pulls your hips up almost all the way and then slams you back on making you moan probably a little too loud as he kept slowly repeating the action “you take me so well feel so good and tight. So beautiful. You treat me so well puppy. I love you so much” you gasp, your breathing erratic “Toshi I’m gonna cum” you say and he chuckles, his fingers gripping you tighter as his actions stay in their slow pace, dragging it out as he slams you down against him a little harder and you can hardly breathe as his lips wrap around your nipple again “Toshi please please please” “please what puppy” you moan and kiss his lips sloppily moaning against him and when you pull back a string of spit connects your bottom lips “please make me cum Hitoshi” you moan and he moans deep in his chest and picks up the pace, slamming you down on his cock harder and fast as you gasp and moan his name “I’m gonna cum” you gasp out and your name falls from his lips like a prayer “cum for me y/n” he grunts and you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders tight, your orgasm wracking through your body like you just witnessed the face of god. Your world feels like it explodes for a solid ten seconds, your eyes never leaving his. You pant as your head collapses against his shoulder. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly, bearing his edge as he keeps it together as long as possible “yes yes” you moan and pant, kissing and sucking his neck “cum inside me” you whsiper into his ear and he moans as he slams you down and his motions stop as you feel his cock twitch as hot cum spills into you.

You stay there as his fingers trail up and down your spine softly as you both catch your breath. “That was amazing” you whispered and he chuckled, shifting you slightly so his softening dick could slide out of you and you frown at the feeling of his cum sliding out of you with it. He holds your chin and pulls your face to look into your eyes “please tell me that you telling me you love me wasn’t a high hallucination” you laugh and kiss his lips softly, gently against your swollen lips. “I love you Hitoshi”

(Bonus)

It took you fifteen minutes to find where your AirPods fell. He had to hold the blankets over his crotch on the elevator ride to your apartment floor, his cum leaking out into his jeans as you stayed embraced for a while on the roof until you shivered and invited him back for some dinner and a shower even though he lived right across the hall. You kept stealing glances at him in the mirrored wall of the elevator doors as you held hands, feeling a little shy and bashful. Your friendship will never be the same and you know every time you go smoke on the roof you’ll think of this but you wouldn’t change anything. “I love you” he says and kisses your cheek softly once you’re inside your apartment and you laugh “I love you too”

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[daddywright]

I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!