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laurentdirosetti · 9 months ago

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"Support character" [part 2]

{Idia Shroud x gn/MC}

Tags: playing videogames together, competitive, bet, smut...

Idia’s room was just like you imagined it would be, an otaku’s room —books scattered on the floor, open boxes in every corner, merchandising from different animes and games, posters on the walls… Also, the air in the room is really heavy, why is it so hot in here? Is it because of the computer or-

MC: ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

His hair was bright red, redder than when we were in the storage room, and not only the color was hot red, but the temperature too.

Idia: so-sorry, this is the first time a girl has entered my room (anyone other than Ortho or me for that matter).

That was the issue, haha… now I’m nervous too. I should do something to break the ice in this situation, or rather cooler the temperature. I think I recognised one of his figurines on that shelf…

MC: Isn’t that Ruri-chan from “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl”?

I was staring right at Ruri-chan when I asked him, so it was a surprise when I turned around to look at his face and saw his expression. For a few seconds the time stopped and he gave me a death stare. Why is he so scary all of a sudden? Did I mispronounce her name? Impossible, I’ve been watching that series since I came to this world, mostly because it was the only serotonin I could find after nearly dying over a kid’s tantrum.

Idia: you know Ruri-chan?

Maybe because you were nearly as introverted as Idia or because you were nervous, the only answer you could find to his suddenly cold attitude was that this was the beginning of the typical ��man interrogation over a common interest to prove your authenticity as a fan”. So before he could start making you questions about the show, you blow out all the lore of the series.

Idia’s face was as rigid as a rock until you finished your monologue on Ruri-chan’s journey. You stopped talking to catch a breath when he grabbed you by the shoulders and suddenly snapped.

Idia: ARE YOU TELLING ME THERE WAS ANOTHER OTAKU IN THE ACADEMY AND I DISCOVER IT NOW? Why did it take you so long to talk to me? How is it possible that I didn’t know about this before? I mean, I have control over all the technology and internet connection here. I should’ve been notified if a student was watching anime, how is it possible I didn’t know about you till now? What did you do? What kind of firewall did you use?

MC: I just watched it on Ramshackle’s TV…

Idia: ah… that explains everything, that TV probably doesn’t even have an HDMI port, let alone Internet…

MC: Idia… my shoulders are starting to hurt.

He sure is strong, it's hard to tell by those baggy clothes he's always wearing. He instantly opened his hands to let me go as soon as he heard me. He looked troubled he might have hurted me.

MC: don’t worry, I may not have “mana”, but my HP is full.

He couldn’t help but smile at my dumb -almost cringe- comparison. I think my “break the ice” mission was successful. Idia is very expressive, he snapped from nervous, to surprised, to confused, to happy in the the blink of an eye. I wish he stopped using that floating tablet of his to attend classes so I could see more of his expressions.

As soon as he released me he went to pick something from his wardrobe, a pair of controls apparently. The controls in my world were less complex than this ones. Idia handed me one of them and I began to study the buttons. It would be a lie to tell I knew how to grab it, clown music is playing inside my head. I wanted to play videogames with him, but truth be told I don’t have money to fix Rammshackle’s sink let alone buy a videogame or a console.

Idia saw my troubled grin and step towards me, shadowing my entire persona.

Idia: Is there a problem? You don’t like the color or something? Is it the brand?

MC: well, you see, the thing is…

This is gonna be so embarassing. First, I ran into problems trying to defend him against nothing, cause he wasn’t even hearing those jerks. Second, I made him hide with me in the storage room and now I have to tell him I wanted to play videogames with him but didn’t even think about the possibility of the controls being different from my world. Defeated, I lower my head to evade his soon to be inquisitive gaze.

MC: …I don’t know how to use these controls, they are different from the ones in my world.

Silence was so loud I couldn’t take it anymore and looked up. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing at me his cheeks were red and his jaw was so tense I could see his neck muscles contracting. Finally, he let out a little pfft and grabbed his mouth and chin with his hand, pressing his cheek with his index.

Idia: I’m sorry but, you went through all that trouble to play together and you don’t even know how? Cute.

Lucky for me I don’t have magical hair that turns red when I'm flustered, but I’m sure it’s not hard to guess just by looking at my face.

Idia: don’t worry, guess I’ll have to teach you as I did with my little brother, come here.

He sat on a visible comfortable plush sofa, big enough for him to open his leg and ask me to sit between them. Funny, when we were in the storage room he was so nervous and now he openly asks me to sit on top of him, hasn’t he noticed?

Dumbfounded, I did as he requested and sat on the gap between his thighs, creating a space between us as a way to surpass the embarrassment. Unfazed, he glued his chest to my back and slipped his hands around my body. As if I was walking on thin ice, I slowly rested my arms on top of his. Then he moved his hands on top of mine on the controller, guiding my fingers on top of the buttons. My ears were bright red as I could feel his breathing chilling my neck, whispering a slow pace explanation on how to use the controller. His fingers moved mine slowly over the buttons, his hair fell as a cascade over my shoulders sliding between my legs. I don’t know what is happening and I would swear neither does he. He’s so focused on explaining the lore of the game and controls he hasn’t realized the hot mess he got cuddled beneath him.

Idia: Did you get that?

He asked, suddenly making me snap out of my cloud. Even though it was difficult, for many reasons, I caught a glimpse of his monologue while trying to survive my ocean of hormones.

MC: Well… It seems quite complicated to be honest. Maybe I can understand it better once I play the game.

Idia: Great, let’s play. I’ll connect the other controller so we can multi-play this.

The controller was right next to us, already plunged, so he didn’t move an inch and his arm were still surrounding me. The soundtrack of the game started playing and far too late I realized he meant to play in this position, basically cuddling each other, with our arms tangled, his body temperature on me and his breathing on my neck. We haven’t even started, but I can tell I already lost.

Unfortunately for him, after playing for nearly an hour, I tried my best to give him a hard time beating me. I lost all the matches anyway, but at least I could hear his groans all along, echoing in my ears.

Idia: SO much for being a snob, you are tougher than you look. But rest assured, I would never let a newbie beat me at my favorite game. Ortho has tried many times and I should give him a pass -you know the whole “Idia let your little brother win once”- but as a weeb I have a reputation yk.

That smirk on his face… he’s sure full of himself. I have almost grasped the dynamics of this game, maybe I could beat him. I’m a pretty competitive person and that arrogance only ignites something dark in me, something stupid.

MC: I bet I can ruin that reputation of yours in our next round.

Idia: Are YOU implying YOU can win? LMFAO, if delulu was a sport you'd have a gold medal. If you beat me on this round I’ll be your chair or whatever -not that it’s even a possibility.

MC: Do you mean I can ask you anything if I win? It’s this one of those anime situations in which the winner can order the loser around the whole day?

Idia: Yeah, that kind of shoujo stuff. Afraid?

MC: Mmn… Well, you’re already quite the comfortable chair.

That came out of nowhere, but I decided to keep my cool and rested my weight on his chest even more, looking up at his melted honey eyes now widening from sudden embarrassment. His peachy cheeks are so cute. Plan complete: this may be considered cheating but the only way to win is to distract him and by the discontrolled beating of his heart reverberating on my back I can tell it already worked.

We began playing, in the game we were two characters fighting each other in a 2D horizontal landscape. I didn’t learn all the combos, but I mastered the parries and evasions, so it was nearly impossible for him to even scratch me. He was focused on attacking while I was determined on defending, a never ending match it seemed. In real life it was the other way around, I continued non-stop “attacking” him while he tried his best to “defend” himself. Each time I evaded one of his attacks my butt moved against his lower body. From the corner of my eye I enjoyed his leg contraction at every “unintended” pound I gave him. After almost an hour of playing him, and the game, his breath was a mess, he was trembling all over and his dick was rock hard between my ass cheeks. My intention was to win the game, but I’m not quite disappointed with the actual development of the situation. I could take this as a win already.

Then I felt a thrust, his body rested on top of mine and I swear I can almost tell his longitude just by the pressure on my lower back. He snapped, his fingers were moving so fast on the buttons I had to make an effort to see them, he left me no chance to defend myself neither in the game or reality. As my character fell to the ground completely defeated, my head stumped on the floor as his hands pressed my shoulders to the ground.

Face to face, among the darkness of his room I could only differentiate two golden orbs and his face lightly illuminated by the gentle blue of his hair.

Idia: I won.

My whole belly was on the palm of his hand as he slowly lifted my shirt all the way up, until he grabbed my neck under the clothes.

MC: Wh-what are you doing?

Idia: I won, so the loser must do whatever the winner demands, right?

MC: Bu-but you haven’t say anything yet.

Idia: Oh, then I want the loser to fix my joystick.

What? Oh…

As I stupidly tried to understand that I noticed his hard-on pressuring my lower belly, near to my intimacy.

Idia: you see, a certain snob player broke it mid-play. Any idea on how to fix it?

He completely snapped, I almost can’t recognize him. Where is the shy boy I was messing with? The situation has escalated more than I would have imagined, but this doesn’t put me off in the slightest. Seeing Idia all hot and bothered surely is rare enough and I want to push that dominant side of him a bit more.

MC: maybe… It just needs some cleaning?

I questioned opening my mouth and letting out my tongue. His sigh was filled with excitement and anticipation, I could catch him bitting his lips for a moment.

He moved his knees to the sides of my head and lowered his zip and trousers. My eyes, now more used to the low illumination of the room, enjoyed the view of his thighs, pale as porcelain. He looks so fragile and slim, or that was my line of thinking until he uncovered his dick. Hard, veiny and leaking precum on top of my forehead; the length was the size of my face. This was going to hurt.

I accepted my destiny and kept my mouth open for him to enter mercilessly. But, that wasn’t the case. At a slow pace he started going down on my mouth, he filled my cavity with just the tip and almost the middle of his length. Then, he took my chin in his hand and caressed my cheek, pressing it on his dick and slowly massaging it from outside. I didn’t know what to do with my tongue so I tried to lick his dick and press it more against my cheek. His eyes glittered from a moment and he let out a soft chuckle.

Idia: seems you’re really eager to clean it, babe. But this much won’t do I’m afraid, you need to get it all wet enough.

Instantly, he continued letting down his hips until all his dick was in my mouth and throat. He was so deep in me my lower lip was touching his balls. Strange enough, this wasn’t as painful as I imagined it to be, I wonder how can my throat be twitching around him and I’m so calm? Maybe, his sweet expressions are keeping me from gagging. His mouth is a little open, from this angle I can only see his tongue moving above his pointy teeth. His eyes are locked in my throat, probably a bulge has formed, his fault after all. He’s been so long in this position I could possibly draw his dick by having it inside me.

When I thought he would start moving, his balls twitched against my lip and his cum flooded my mouth non-stop. When he released everything in me he fastly got up, letting me catch a breath. He cumed so much there were lines of cum running down my cheeks to the ground. I coughed a little after drinking all.

When I sat on the floor and looked up I could feel his gaze contemplating my whole display, heavy breathing and a surprised expression.

MC: that was fast.

Idia: I endured playing in hard mode, literally, a few minutes ago. Thank me I didn't finish by just seeing your ahegao face. Also …you didn’t need to drink that.

MC: I told you I would clean it.

Idia: quite the awful job, It's all sticky and twitching, maybe you can clean it better down here…

To be continued...

Part 1

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twst idia smut #twst idia shroud #twst idia #idia shroud smut #idia smut #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia x mc #twisted wonderland idia smut

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 5 months ago

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Bullies - Peter Parker x fem!reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

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Description: Peter comforts reader after a hard day at school. It can be any Peter btw but I imagined it as Tom :)

Peter knew things at school weren’t good. They never had been. I had six weeks left before I graduated and we’d been counting down the days together, despite being at different schools. Peter was the smart scientific boy who I’d met at the library and I was the music obsessed girl who was brutally bullied for who I was. I’d been shoved up against a locker before my English class by Carson, the boy who was committed to ruining my life. I had banged my head badly and was sent to the nurse’s office after passing out in the lesson. My mom had been called and I was sent home. After watching a couple episodes of (your favorite tv show), there was a sharp knock at my window. Spider Boy. Peter. I stumbled out of bed to unlock and open the window so he could come inside.

“What are you doing in bed?” he asked, crawling in next to me. I rubbed my eyes, hoping the throbbing sensation would stop.

“I came home from school early. Had a headache,” I muttered. He knew full well I never got headaches, which was reflected by the conflicted look on his face.

“Tell me the truth y/n, why are you in bed at 3:00?” I tried to figure out a decent lie but had absolutely nothing. Maybe I’d fallen down some stairs, maybe I’d accidentally broken my nose in dodgeball. He wouldn’t believe that, he knew I never showed up to phys ed.

“Remember how I told you about Carson?��

“Oh so that’s why you currently have a black eye and a half,” he seethed. Well guess that answered the question of whether I looked as bad as I felt. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not,” I responded, cuddling closer to him. His arm was around my shoulders, body turned into mine.

“Did he hurt you?” Of course he hurt me. No one else would’ve done this to me.

“I just said I don’t want to talk about it,” I looked up into his glowing brown eyes, not able to tell if he was worried or raging.

“Fine, we don’t have to talk about it. But just know Spiderman is going to have a very stern conversation with Mr Carson,” Peter spoke with severe clarity, “he’s not going to hurt you again y/n.” I knew he meant what he had said. We sat there in silence while my computer continued to play (your favorite tv show). He watched the episode with me, occasionally asking questions so he could catch up. Once the episode ended I turned off my computer and put some music on.

“How was school today Pete?” I asked. School was much easier for him, his teachers actually cared, he had his friends MJ and Ned, and he didn’t need to study to get an A.

“Not too bad, we’re just getting ready for finals and prepping grad stuff, y’know,” he explained. I nodded, excited for the short period of time we had left before college.

“What time do you have to get home?” Aunt May always knew Peter was at my house, but she had standards, especially knowing Peter was Spiderman, and a high schooler.

“Like 10:30, we’ve got time,” he pressed a kiss to my temples and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel the tension in the air, I wanted so desperately to cry over the day, over how much pain I was in.

“I’m going to hurt you y/n. I’m going to hurt you as much as I can. And once school is out I’m going to fucking kill you,” Carson had whispered into my ear as he pressed me into the lockers. I could still feel the padlock being pressed into my back. My eyes started to water and a few tears slipped onto Peter’s shirt.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” He sat up and held me back so he could get a proper look at my face. I shook my head, letting the floodgates slip.

“H-he told me he was going to kill me Peter. I can’t go back there,” I sobbed. He pulled me in close, his forehead resting against mine.

“He won’t lay another hand on you ever again. I mean it y/n.” I could feel the tension in his body.

“You promise?” I cupped his jaw, my fingers resting behind his ear.

“I promise. I’ve got you.”

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

@urmykindofwoman let me know if you like this! I haven't written to Peter in a wee bit

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daysofourlivesrecaps · 2 years ago

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Thursday, 8 June 2023

We’re sweeping away the last vestiges of that stressful Colin/Talia thing today, so let’s get that out of the way first.

Talia has a nightmare that Colin has returned to rough her up some more.

Then Jada comes home and the two of them have a tearful conversation about what went down. Jada talks Talia into going to therapy and we can all thank God (probably literally on this show) that Marlena isn’t dead because she really is the only therapist in this entire town full of traumatized people.

Back at Wendy and Tripp’s place, Johnny still hasn’t shown up or called or even texted since he ghosted Wendy last night. So Tripp subtly reminds Wendy what he looks like without a shirt.

Wendy is still giving Johnny the benefit of the doubt, because after all, it can’t be that he just ran off with his ex again, right?

Meanwhile, in the town square, Johnny’s holding hands with his ex.

Okay, so they were at the police station all night answering questions about the whole Colin incident. But that still doesn’t explain why he didn’t tell Wendy any of this.

Then he moseys on over to the apartment where he finds Tripp making another meal for Wendy. (Tripp may be the only dude who can “make your girl dinner and breakfast” and still have it be kind of wholesome.)

Then Johnny and Wendy chat. And once again, Johnny gives the absolute bare minimum and Wend issues him yet another Last Chance from her seemingly bottomless bag of Last Chances. Like, is this kid blackmailing her, or…?

At the police station, Paulina lets herself in to that conference room where they keep suspects and harasses Colin.

And look, he completely deserves all of this and more. But I continue to be baffled by the fact that any member of the public has free access to any suspected perpetrator with no police supervision of any kind. I used to think it was an occasional oversight but at this point, the only explanation here is that it’s actual department policy.

Sloan intervenes with talk of “due process,” which everyone rolls their eyes at.

Colin claims to know where Abe is, which gets everyone’s attention.

Sloan chases them out of That One Room and he admits that he has absolutely no idea where Abe is. He just wants another opportunity to escape.

And somehow, impossibly, Sloan talks Colin out of it! Even she thinks this bastard needs to answer for some of the awful shit he did. And she’s his sister!

Then she leaves That One Room and retracts Colin’s obvious lie about Abe.

Abe, for his part, is still giving us some outstanding reactions to Nurse Kim Coles and her loopy nonsense.

She also won’t let him watch live TV, claiming it’s because she forgot to pay the cable bill. And we get this shot, which I originally rolled my eyes at, because the RCA cables are obviously connected. Turns out I didn’t recognize a coaxial cable (you know, a cable TV cable) because I haven’t used one in so long. But NBC and Peacock are owned by Comcast, so obviously they know what they’re talking about here. (I mean, we’ve been fighting them for literally a month to get a misbilling corrected, so let’s not give the too much credit.)

Then Nurse Kim Coles makes a cute meta-reference to a soap she enjoys watching.

And makes THE GREATEST META JOKE I’VE EVER SEEN about it.

Yeah, what kind of idiotic corporation pushes a nearly 60 year old show — one of only four soaps left on the air — exclusively to a streaming platform?! Could it possibly be the same idiotic corporation that expects us to pay $100 because they sent some techs out to fix our modem, which was broken and outdated? It sure can!

So she goes off to work and Abe puts the soap on.

We don’t get to see any of what he’s watching. But I’m holding out hope that we’ll get to see it tomorrow. (Actually I Googled it and we will and I cannot fucking wait.)

Talia arrives at the hospital for her first session with Marlena. (Yes, the therapist has an office at the hospital. No, I have no idea why this is.) There, she runs into Chanel, who once again tears into Talia with no regard for what she’s been through.

She does back off when she hears that Talia’s going to therapy though, which is something. I guess.

And Rafe, realizing that his only lead regarding the whereabouts of Mayor Abraham Carver is that nurse who never called him back, goes to her house and knocks on the door.

But I forgot to mention that she told Abe that he was in danger from a guy disguised as a cop (partially true! Sort of!) and he shouldn’t open the door to anyone! I mean, I hope he does open it eventually. He deserves to be back with his family. But not before we get to see some footage from Body and Soul.

#Days of Our Lives #DOOL #soap opera #Peacock #fuck Comcast though seriously

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ghostlychief · 3 years ago

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snapshot | kth

-taehyung x reader (best friends but both have crushes on each other lol)

-warnings: none

-word count: 1k+

-Summary: taehyung helps you scare a guy away that won’t keep messaging you

-A/N: hello lovlies, I know I’ve been MIA in regard to writing and stuff, but here is a small taehyung drabble to get me out of the writing slump!!! This may have been based off of real life events (I used a taehyung selfie to ward off a guy that wouldn’t stop messaging me LOL) anyways...I hope you enjoy :)

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“Oh, you got to be kidding me.”

Taehyung looks over at you after you say this, there’s a bite in your tone that makes him feel sorry for the person on the receiving end of your statement. You’re rolling your eyes as you look at your phone.

You two are currently hanging out in your room, both lying on your bed as a tv show plays in the background.

“Care to explain��? Taehyung questions.

“This guy who I ghosted months ago keeps messaging me ‘hey’ or ‘hi’ and he just messaged me again. Like does he not get the hint that I’m not interest? I never reply to him and again, it’s been months since I first ghosted him.” You’re annoyed to say the least, Taehyung can tell as much.

“Is this the guy where you first date was basically sitting in his car in a Trader Joe’s parking lot, while drinking Starbucks?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, exasperated that this guy is not giving up and continues to message you. “He didn’t even dress up, Tae. He was wearing Adidas track pants and a white t-shirt, while I dressed up in my favorite boob shirt, and even put lashes on. I put lashes on Tae.”

You have a scowl on your pretty face, that Taehyung can’t help but grin at. Taehyung is used to your trysts that don’t ever seem to end up in your favor. Either the guy is a total douchebag, weird, or simply does not meet your high standards (which he thinks are totally fair game, if anything, he thinks you should have higher standards). And of course, you vent to him about all of this, you’re best friends after all. All you’re looking for is love, a partner to share your life with, but it hasn’t worked out for you yet. He’s tired of guys not treating you right, and guys who keep bothering you after you’ve made it clear you’re not interested. It’s not hard to be a decent human being, he thinks.

But alas, that’s not how the world works and unfortunately, you’re a pretty, young woman who has to deal with these types of men on the daily.

“Here, give me your phone.” You glance over at Taehyung and see that he as his hand stretched out.

“Why?” You’re looking at him curiously, but you consent, and place your phone in his large palm.

“I’m going to get rid of this guy once and for all.” You’re not going to lie, that statement went right to your core, his authoritative tone doing something to you, but you push those indecent thoughts away.

You furrow your brows, and watch as Taehyung snaps a selfie, it’s a bit blurry but anyone can clearly tell its of a young, attractive (admittingly hot) guy. He attaches a message to the photo, “who’s this” and presses send.

“Taehyung what are you doing?!” You reach over and snatch your phone out of his hand and see that his messages delivered. No more than a minute later the guy texts back: “is this y/n?”

“Oh my god, what do I say?” You look up at Taehyung with wide eyes and a bewildered expression that he can’t help but find cute. He’s itching to tuck your stray pieces of hair behind your ear, but refrains.

He scoots over to you in order to lean in closer, both of you staring at your phone screen. You can smell his cologne like this, your favorite scent. It’s warm and inviting and reminds you of fall. You mentally shake your head; I need to focus.

“Well, I’m not sending another photo, but you could say something like ‘this is her phone.’ That way it still sounds like it’s coming from me, your overprotective boyfriend.”

The way he just casually says boyfriend has your heart clenching, wishing that in were in fact true.

You chew on your bottom lip, contemplating what Taehyung just suggested. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You type it out and send. It’s on delivered for only two minutes before it goes away.

“Oh my gosh, that dick blocked me!” You look over at Taehyung who is laughing his ass off.

You start laughing too, “He totally thought you were my boyfriend, and definitely felt embarrassed. I just think it’s’ funny that he blocked me when he was the one who wouldn’t stop hitting me up.”

Your laughter dies down and you sigh out, looking at your phone again. “Maybe I should give up on the whole online dating thing.” You look over at Taehyung, who still is sitting so close to you, he never moved back to his original spot, and you give him a small, defeated smile.

“Hey,” he moves even closer to you, so now your legs are touching and he softly tucks your hair behind your ear. His large palm caresses your head, fingers still in your hair as his thumb lightly traces over your check bone. You look into his warm eyes and place your hand on top of his own, squeezing slightly.

“I know right now, dating isn’t going as great as you thought it would be, but you’ll find the right person someday. These are just small blips, leading you to the right one.” He gives you a gentle smile before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

You sigh again, “Yeah you’re right, thanks Tae.” This time when you smile up at him, your smile is a bit brighter, lighter. Then you pull him in for a bone crushing hug, one that he gladly accepts. He rubs a hand up and down your spine as you continue to hug, never wanting this moment to end, never wanting to let you go.

You pull away all too soon, and he runs a hand through your hair one last time before you both settle back in your bed.

You’re both peacefully watching a movie, enjoying each other’s company when your phone lights up again.

“Oh for the love of-,” You toss your phone, crossing your arms as you scowl at the TV.

“Lemme guess, another boy?”

“…yes.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and sticks out his hand, “give me your phone.”

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#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung drabble #taehyung fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic

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rotessaboggs · 2 years ago

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How realistic should a work of fiction be? ~aka this is me rambling~

Warning: This is going to be more like me getting all of my messy thoughts out of my head than a coherent in-depth analysis. So read it at your own expense lol. Still, I would really love to read you guys’ thoughts and opinions on this topic. This is something I have been pondering upon for quite some time but I didn’t have the urge to write it down until I saw people on Twitter “arguing” over what a therapist said about Mike.

Also, English is not my native language so sorry in advance for any spelling/ grammatical mistakes or ambiguous/ confusing word choices. I won’t mind if you guys point it out for me.

First of all, let me start off with some chit-chats (you guys can skip it if you like). I have no intention of “forcing” my opinions on others so I want to make it clear how I am like which can affect my viewpoint intrinsically.

A few years ago, I generally didn’t care much about films or TV shows, to be honest. I did watch movie analysis for fun but I have always been a book lover and I tend to gravitate towards classic literature because they usually make heavier impacts on me (I may use some examples of classic lit later on). I usually opt for classic lit because I feel more certain that it has the thing I love - a character-driven narrative in which we get to dive deep into a character’s inner self, explore all their turmoils in exquisite detail, and observe a natural progression in their thoughts and feelings.

It was in late 2017 or early 2018 that I watched a video explaining the first two seasons of Stranger Things that I got interested in the show. It was specifically Noah’s acting and Will’s possession arc in season 2 that made me become a fan, not gonna lie. I was super excited to watch season 3 right when it came out. And … It made me so disappointed that I felt weirdly left out when other people all seemed to enjoy it. I thought maybe it was just me and I didn’t think of the show at all during the three-year period between season 3 and 4. I clearly didn’t know that Will is gay or pay any attention to the underlying problem in mlvn’s relationship. That kinda qualifies me as one of the general audience, right? Volume 1 blew me away and made me hooked on this show again. And then I came across posts and analyses about Will and Mike (in season 4 and other seasons) and I was even more blown away by all the subtexts and parallels (you guys are AMAZING!). In one way or another, I support byler because if it is really the direction the show is heading towards, it proves that the piece of entertainment I am consuming at the moment has so much depth, breadth, and width. And that has always been the thing that gives me an amazing sensation of blissfulness and satisfaction when I enjoy art. It makes me feel like a diver making her way down the mysterious depth of the ocean, being fascinated by all the questions and wonders.

Thank you for getting through that. Let me get to the main question now.

How realistic should a work of fiction be?

I have seen a lot of people say things like “Stranger Things is a show about a girl who throws off a car with her mind and alternate dimensions with monsters but gay characters in the 80s is where you draw the line, really?” Although I agree with the overall sentiment here, there is always something irking in the back of my mind about this argument, about when things should be realistic and when the writers can just do anything they want.

In this case, I won’t bring all the supernatural things into this discussion because I think the matter is not whether things are realistic or not, it’s more about whether all the supernatural elements really align with each other in the grand scheme of things, whether later discoveries explain or disrupt the set of established rules and norms (which can be absurdly unrealistic) we have from earlier seasons. Although there have been quite a few inconsistencies, especially in regard to the Upside Down as people pointed out, there is still the last season 5 in which more will be explained so yeah … let’s wait and see how it will pan out.

What I do care though is the characters, their personal developments, and the dynamics they have with each other.

Back to the therapist I mentioned earlier, I don’t know exactly what she said but as far as I hear from other people, she explained Mike’s behaviors in a way that is favorable to mvln so undoubtedly, mlvn shippers use it as their proof. Meanwhile, they are pretty much against an analysis of a person with film degrees and experience in media literacy. On the side of byler, there is an opposite response: more in favor of the latter, of course.

In my opinion, this is pretty much a gray area. On the one hand, I can see why people cling to the analysis of the therapist because characters are humans and their behaviors and thought process can be explained through the lens of psychology just as normal human beings. On the other hand, they are also fictional entities who play a part in a story, directly engage the audience into a narrative, and are the means through which the emotional impacts are created. Rather than seeing this in a black-and-white manner like “it’s not realistic to do this or that” or “oh come on it’s fiction,” I would say the boundary between the realistic and creative aspects is pretty blurry, especially when people are just talking generally about the show without specifically focusing on a character, relationship, or plotline.

A basic opinion that I first had about this is that: the journey that a character goes through should make sense and make the audience feel like it’s relatable to a certain extent (or at least understandable). But to adhere strictly to reality for the sake of being realistic isn’t it. That personal journey, with its progression, climax, resolution, and aftermath, has to serve a purpose, or in another word, it has to be purposeful and consequential.

People argue that Will being gay, in love with Mike and potentially having his feeling reciprocated + having a happy ending isn’t realistic because it’s the 1980s - a really homophobic period. They believe that it would be more realistic and accurate for Will to be rejected or something along the line. But if it is the path his arc is heading towards, then I wonder for what purpose then?

(This thought came after I finished this whole writing so I don’t know where to put it except here. Consider it an irrelevant note if you like) So … When I think of the word “realistic” when talking about fiction, I recall a quote that one of my professors mentioned in our class: “Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.” I question if it can be applied in this case. Although the 1980s was not a great period of time for gay people, was there anyone who actually got to have a happy ending? If those people exist, is it “unrealistic” for us to tell their stories instead of the conventional one - the one with no joy and happy ending at all? OK maybe that’s not what realistic actually means and maybe I’m way off base.

To be as close as the reality of the time is an obvious answer that some people may cling to but is it enough to be the drive of the arc of a main character?

I am currently reading “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'' by Anne Bronte and I am pleasantly surprised by how progressive the book’s ideology is considering that at the time it was published, women were devoid of any independence of their own and viewed as the properties of their husbands. To see a woman of that time (not only the heroine of the book but also the very author) deliberately going against that mindset is empowering indeed. The things happening in the book aren't necessarily “realistic” but sometimes we have to defy reality to get a message across and to create an emotional impact. Particularly when it comes to a progressive ideology like feminism or LGBT+ rights, by defying the reality, the writers are able to create a work that continues to be impactful decades or centuries later on. Or on a much more personal scale, we may say it’s a way of self-fulfillment for the authors who didn’t get a chance to live a better life (like Jane Austen with all of her books). Either way, there is a purpose.

On the other hand, there are also authors who don’t defy the rules and norms of the time and try to make their stories realistic. I always think about “Tess of the d’Urbervilles'' by Thomas Hardy in regard to this because that book hurts me like hell with its pessimistic progression and devastating ending. Spoiler alert, the main protagonist of the book doesn’t get a chance to escape the bleak reality of her life and the love story in the book doesn’t have a happy ending at all. Upsetting as it is, it makes sense when we learn more about Thomas Hardy. He is a person who is known for “his stoical pessimism and his sense of the inevitable tragedy of life.” Although one of his most popular books “Far from the madding crowd” has a happy ending, there are still a whole lot of pessimistic things and tragedies that plague nearly all the portions of the book. Also, sticking to a realistic portrayal of the society and having the characters suffer immensely can be a way of social critique, having the general audience confronted with unfairness and cruelty of this world, to encourage them to actually think about justice and equality instead of being indifferent towards those matters.

Now, based on what we know of the Duffer brothers (there are other writers as well, but overall, they created the whole thing in the first place so let’s just narrow it down to them), which side would you think they gravitate towards?

Depressing as the show can get sometimes, it still offers us a message of hope and optimism, as well as emphasizing the power of self-esteem, friendship, and love. As someone who has always felt like an outcast, a second thought, and someone who tried to seek validation from other people to feel worthy in high school, I find the show relatable and inspiring, and I believe that it’s the effect the show creators want to bring about.

If Will’s feeling for Mike is not reciprocated and he somehow ends up sacrificing not only his heart but also himself in season 5, what message and effect do you think that would bring? Not just in the LGBT+ community but also people who find themselves resonate with Will in any certain ways.

Counter arguments

One may argue that well, if you want Mike and El to break up, it would still suck because she has suffered a lot and deserves love and happiness. Now I would support this if it were not for the things happening in episode 9 and her overall character arc. To be honest, I didn’t really care about El in earlier seasons because I tend to just hyper-fixate on one character at a time. But there are aspects of her arc this season that I find particularly relatable and touching. It’s her need to feel accepted, validated, and loved.

At the beginning of the season, the foundation upon which she depends her self-esteem comes from the outside, which as we have all seen, causes even a lot more trouble to her mental health. All the bullies and harassment and then the lack of love received from Mike - all contribute to pushing her closer to the edge. At first, her coping mechanism is shrugging it off, putting it aside and pretending that all is good. It really doesn’t help that she can’t be honest with Mike about her struggles although hypothetically, they should be able to be so if their relationship is healthy and advantageous to both sides. I think all the lies are pretty much rooted in insecurity as she is an original person now without any superpower. She has been trying to find herself for several seasons but this is the first time there is no “superpower” - the main thing that many people see when they see El: a thing that they may depend upon in dire circumstances, or at worst weaponize for their own benefit. Her being left without it makes the issue of finding herself even more pressing because it seems now to her that she is no longer as helpful as before.

Despite the facade of happiness, all the distress is still there, waiting to surge up, breaking the dam when the time comes. That time being at the Rink-O-Mania. After that, we finally get the chance to see her true thoughts and feelings. We see that under the facade of happiness, those demeaning labels and names have really caught up to her and affected the way she defines her self-worth. It doesn’t just stop at “I’m different. I don’t fit in.” She literally sees herself in the worst light possible - a monster - something that brings destruction and death.

So the main character arc of El for the rest of the season (and I believe it will continue in season 5) revolves a lot around her defining her very self-worth (she alone knows herself best, not anyone around her; not Hopper, not Mike, her), making her own decisions despite the biggest authority figure in her life - Papa - saying “NO,” and most importantly, accepting herself (and her abilities) for what things are. If need be, she is going to use them in a violent way, like fighting against Vecna or the military, or use it to save Max - her dearest friend. When I first watched episode 9, I was a bit annoyed by the fact that they have El revive Max in such a way because it feels like they want to avoid a main character’s death. But when I ponder upon it a bit more, I see it as a beautiful contradiction with how her power has been used continuously in every season - something that causes damage and death vs. something that can revive life. There is no clear-cut definition like the monster or the superhero because these words imply certain qualities that completely contradict each other and cannot co-exist in one entity, that entity being El. She is Eleven and she is more complex than what those labels can ever describe.

Now this is exactly where I have issues with Mike’s monologue. Because he keeps going on and on about her power (a lot of which isn’t even accurate) and calls her a superhero. Many people have talked about this but let me put it down here just to make things clear: Mike is holding El back from her personal development. She cannot open up to Mike about her life in California, suppressing her negative feelings and thoughts all the way, because he has always looked up to her for her abilities and she can’t bear his pity if he knows the truth. She feels unloved because Mike cannot write the word “love” to her but once again she tries to put that aside. Mike’s words after she hits Angela triggers her traumatic experience at the lab - the one which makes her feel like a monster. And then when she finally gets to see that there is no such thing as a monster or hero, she being way more complicated than what others dictate her to be, Mike once again brings back the word “superhero.”

OK I didn’t intend to write that much about El, which is a bit funny considering that my favorite character is Will. I am feeling like I am driving at night without any headlight so let me end this part with a question: If she continues her relationship with Mike in season 5 without both resolving all the underlying problems in their relationship, it being the fact that they cannot really be themselves around each other and therefore, hindering their own personal development due to each being the main source of validation for the other, what purpose would it serve? What emotional impact and message can that bring about at the end of the day? What is potentially the climax of resolution of all these underlying issues that have lain around for seasons?

The psychological (realistic) and narrative (fictional) aspect of a character’s personal arc is so intricately interwoven to each other that to me, to erase one side from the argument (to completely cling to the analysis of a therapist) portrays a black-and-white way of looking at the show. I still love listening to character analysis of people who have knowledge of psychology though, because I love psychology a lot but I’m not going to forget that I’m watching a show in which everything has a sense of purpose and has to fit into a narrative. At the moment, we still have a whole season left and none of the characters have completed their arc yet, not to mention we are kept in the dark about some of the character’s actual thoughts and feelings and the only thing we can do now is deducing from what we see or hear from the show and other related sources of hint.

As you may realize, I have not mentioned anything like subtexts, parallels, foreshadows, etc. - things that are a part of the craft of storytelling, which further distances a work of fiction from real-life events. But as many people have already written amazing analyses in this respect, there is no need for me to mention it here.

So after all this rambling of mine, how realistic should a work of fiction be?

In my humble opinion, it should be realistic enough to make all the emotional and cognitive processes of the characters make sense, but reality should not shackle creative freedom. It should depend on the writers to decide whether to strictly stick to reality for social critique or to divert from it to present a message of hope. There should still be room for creativity and liberty to create a narrative (with all its parts like exposition, rising/falling actions, external/internal conflicts, climax and resolution) that serves to deliver the message of the writers as well as creating emotional impacts. These two aspects intertwine with and complement each other, and therefore, should not to be considered separately without mentioning the other.

In the case of Stranger Things, we have yet to get the whole picture of the narrative. Therefore, there is no conclusive answer as to why Mike behaves the way he does when his personal arc is still ongoing. Psychological knowledge may provide some theories but who knows if it actually aligns with what the writers have in mind. Until season 5 drops, it remains to be something like Schrödinger's cat.

If you get through this mess of a writing, thank you a lot. This is the first time I have ever written something this long without it being class assignments. As I said, this is me dumping all my thoughts out of my head so it’s really all over the place. Thank you a lot for reading! I would love to hear you guys’s opinions.

“Good morning! And in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight!”

#byler #will byers #editting this makes me feel like my eyes are gonna pop out #i try to be as objective as i could but i don't deny that there is a bit of bias here and there #hope you guys enjoy it #let me know what you think #byler is endgame #byler is requited #byler is real

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I know I’m not the only one feeling dizzy from all this spinoff drama and I don’t want to keep talking in circles, but I do want to briefly address a few arguments that were brought to me.

-Re: “It was always Europe.” Thanks to @pob61, I’ve had the chance to look back at all the statements and interviews about the spinoff, and while I encourage everyone to do their own research, my impression is that we, the fans and the press alike, did not imagine or put our own spin on the intended “road show” with a “lighter tone” and “revolving door of characters” where Daryl and Carol would be “comfortable in their own skin” and the audience could “have fun after being in a dark world for so long.” I believe it was sold to us that way, not to be misleading or secretive, but because it really was the plan as of late 2020. It’s easy for certain people to say encountering variant walkers while searching for Rick in France was always the plan when nothing explicitly rules it out. I don’t think anyone expected there'd be no elements of danger, and could it have been planned for some of that danger to tie into the CRM? Yes, of course. It certainly wouldn’t have surprised me, but in my opinion that concept in its entirety does not lend itself to the specific language stated above. They’re two different shows with clear tonal, emotional, and plot distinctions. Nothing that I’ve seen, even Kirkman’s interview which was not in direct reference to the Caryl spinoff or any spinoff for that matter, clearly points to when there was a change, but nonetheless something changed. To me, variant walkers, which alters the universe we’ve been living in for 12 years, seems like something you’d introduce in a movie, and from what I’ve read, that was the intention of World Beyond. To set up the Rick movies. And I suspect it was the failure of said mythical movies that led to a change in direction. Again, everyone should feel free to look into this themselves. Don’t just accept knowledge someone, whether myself or another, hands out to you. There are ways to make a narrative fit even when it's not fully true. Which brings me to...

- Re: “AMC didn’t lie to reporters, the spinoff was still happening, it’s just that Carol was being written out.” That is the spinniest spin I have ever heard and to be honest, it insults our intelligence. If Carol��s not in the spinoff, then it’s not the same spinoff we were all excited about. Continuing to attach her name was merely a strategy to delay an inevitable uproar. It’s stringing fans along, fans who love the hell out of the show and the characters, yet in return get treated like we’re stupid or toxic for trying to point that out.

-Re: “Business is business.” 100% correct, but AMC and those affiliated are kidding themselves if they think that argument is going to satisfy the fans, the vast majority of whom are not in the business and value the story above all else. We’ve invested a lot of time and emotions into this show. Me personally, I’ve been invested in TWD longer than any other show I’ve watched and that will always hold true if only because TV shows being produced nowadays don’t run this long. Things happen behind the scenes that are sometimes not in anyone’s control and sometimes are. I know we’ve all got our opinions on that. We can try to give it the benefit of the doubt regardless, but the fact is, if fans don’t get the payoff we’ve been patiently waiting for or an ending that honors years of growth, then we’re not going to feel very motivated to stick it out. So if the show wants our viewership as much as we would like to give it, I would like to see a strategy that doesn’t try to manipulate us into thinking it’s our fault we interpreted everything wrong or can’t comprehend the bottom line.

-Re: “Melissa is a private person and fans shouldn’t be demanding answers.” No fan of Melissa’s is demanding to know what she may or may not be dealing with. Not one. That explanation is being questioned because of who is funneling the narrative and how. It’s not clean and easy like it was when Andy and Danai left. For one thing, it’s worth noting that TV line, the first to break the news, cited a “creative decision.” Even if it was redacted later, why was that the first explanation given? Where did that come from? As for a location issue and needing a break, those certainly can be the same thing, but why did AMC stick to the former? You can’t tell me they weren’t fully aware of the rumors about a location dispute going around on social media, especially since everyone was tagging them. A reviewer even asked them about the rumors, which they denied for nearly two weeks. So why, even partially, corroborate those rumors when it was always going to lead to Norman Reedus getting backlash, which hurts their efforts to promote his spinoff? In addition to acknowledging Carol’s impact, why not explicitly tack on that they understand why Melissa can’t be involved right now and call on fans to please respect her decision that was not made lightly? Or better yet, why not have that or something to that effect come from Melissa’s reps so that it’s obvious everyone’s on the same page?

- Re: “the cast and crew are supporting Melissa” Fans more observant than me know Norman has spent the last 12 years gushing about Melissa and nothing he has said or done publicly regarding the situation even comes close to what many are used to seeing and hearing. Don't misunderstand me. I’m not saying that proves anything. I’m not trying to blame or criticize him either because I totally believe he’d want to protect his friend’s privacy. But AMC, as it’s constantly being pointed out, has a business to run, and the silence/curtness only serves to raise more suspicion. Why let that happen, especially when there are also rumors flying about a fight? When there are supposedly people breaking NDA’s coming out to say Melissa was wronged somehow regardless of how much was embellished or misconstrued? My point is, all of the speculation isn’t stemming from heartbroken fans looking for a scapegoat. There were plenty of ways to avoid it, but everything was left open for everybody to look bad, including Melissa. And if you think “she made a call,” or anything suggesting that Melissa sat on the decision for months doesn’t (at least inadvertently) make her look bad, then go visit the Twitter and Tumblr pages of “fans” spewing things like she’s lucky she hasn’t been sued.

I’ve asked a lot of questions here and I’m not looking for “someone” to drop into my inbox with explanations. Like I said, we can go around and around about the who, what, when, where, and why until we’re blue in the face. It’s not going to change how much we love and support Caryl, Carol, and Melissa nor how heartbroken we are that we’re losing them. Continuing to express that love, support, and heartbreak in a non “toxic” way should not bother anyone.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years ago

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Fic: Bianca Sarita Morales

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: descriptions of pain, descriptions of childbirth, separation, relationship shit, mention of drugs and addiction, Frankie is at rock bottom y'all, and Jay isn't much better off.

Words: 4,135

Summary: Baby Bianca makes her entrance when Jay and Frankie are separated because of Frankie's coke misadventure.

A/N: My babies are having another baby! Tagging @apascalrascal because godmother and namesake of baby Bianca <3

“Chrissakes, can you please calm down?” Jay sighs to the restless baby in her belly.

The new recruit, soon to be known as Bianca, is a daddy’s girl already. If too many hours go by without Frankie touching the bump, kissing it, caressing it, or speaking in low Spanish to it, the baby grows restless and starts to refurbish Jay’s insides. It was okay when Frankie was around to calm her down.

It’s not okay anymore. Then again, nothing has been okay since that night when Frankie came home from Benny’s fight, high as a kite. She had texted him after ten, when she figured the fight would be over, and asked him if he was on his way home soon. She wasn’t the clingy type, and didn’t mind staying home with Alma while Frankie went to the fight – they were both meant to go, but Jay’s mother who was supposed to babysit was hindered in the last minute – but the pregnancy hormones made her horny all the fucking time.

I want my man. U gonna be long?

Frankie may have had problems with drug use, but he hadn’t brought the shit inside their house, nor been high at home. And that one last little limit changed that night, when Frankie did a line in the filthy bathroom of the fight venue before sitting behind the wheel of his truck, going home and straight to bed with Jay. That’s what made her angry, not the fact that he, in his speeded-up state, couldn’t focus on eating her out like he normally would, and couldn’t get it up when she asked him to fuck her. No, what made her furious was that he came home high. He put her and Alma at risk.

And he lied to her. He said he wasn’t high, but she knew it was a lie, just like his previous promises of staying clean were lies. Frankie had never lied to her before, and it broke her heart.

They fought about it.

“You’re so perfect! How can I ever compete with you?” Frankie had demanded, pacing the bedroom floor.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jay truly did not understand a word of what he said.

“You are so strong all the time!” he had exclaimed, half laughing. “You know best all the time! You decided to quit drinking, and you did it just like that! I’m sorry, but I’m not like you, this is so fucking hard for me!”

“If you’d just let me help you –“

He wouldn’t have that, either. He spent that night on the couch, and in the morning Jay asked him to leave. She did not scream, she did not threaten. She told him what he had done – as if he didn’t already know, shaking with shame and withdrawal as he was – and simply asked him to please leave. He did so without question, seeking refuge on Benny’s couch.

The weeks that had passed since then were miserable. Alma, accustomed to having a dedicated, present father, asked about him, unable to understand why daddy wasn’t home anymore. Her concern made her fussy, and taking her of her and the daily chores while eight months pregnant was decidedly not fun. The nights, however, were the worst, like now. When Alma is fast asleep and Jay’s finished her chores, she doesn’t know what to do anymore. The baby is rummaging around in utero, upset at the loss of Frankie’s familiar voice, and Jay misses him, too. Terribly. Heart-achingly. So completely. It’s a part of herself gone, and the hurting is intense.

She tries watching TV but every channel shows something that reminds her of Frankie. Jaws is on, and Robert Shaw looks just like a weather-worn, maritime Frankie. Top Gun is on another channel, and Jay can’t even think about pilots right now. There’s a documentary on the war on drugs on another channel.

“For fuck’s sake,” she curses as she turns off the TV. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

Had this happened a few years ago, when she was alone long periods of time with her new civilian life while Frankie was deployed, she would probably have had a drink. It’s true what they say, you never really get rid of that desire, but you find a way to cope with it. For Jay, it was always the thought of having children with Frankie. Now, it is Alma and unborn baby Bianca. They deserve a mother who doesn’t numb herself with alcohol.

She hopes to the God she doesn’t believe in that Frankie finds the same conviction to live drug-free. She wishes she could have been better at supporting him.

Walking around the house in search of something to occupy her mind with, she finally starts to clean and rearrange her closet. Halfway through, a dull throb at the base of her spine stops her.

This feels familiar.

She’s two days away from her due date, but the baby is turned and this does feel like the start of contractions that she experienced with Alma. Is it time already?

She wants Frankie. Desperately. But she’s not going to call him until she’s positive what’s going on. Deciding she needs to try and get some rest, she takes a painkiller and goes to bed.

The first contraction cuts through Jay a few hours later, waking her up mid-moan. Baby Bianca seems to be in much more of a hurry than Alma was. Once she’s sure what’s happening, she goes into mission mode. First, she times her contractions, making sure it’s on. She then calls her mother to come babysit Alma.

After that, she’s left sitting with the phone in her hand, breathing in squares as she steadies herself. Finally, she hits the speed dial button to Frankie.

He picks up almost immediately, despite the hour.

“Jay.” His low baritone voice is filled with sadness and hope and it makes her purse her lips. Frankie, you stupid, lovely boy.

“I’m in labor.”

A sharp intake of breath, followed by: “I’ll come pick you up. You home?”

“I am. Mom’s on her way to take care of Alma.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

She ends the call and takes a deep breath in an attempt to quiet all the emotions piping up. She can’t think about that now, she has to focus on this. One step at a time. Having done this before, she knows what’s ahead of her, knows how utterly exhausting it is, how much it hurts. It is with a dry smile she remembers her confidence the last time, when the contractions began and she thought that was all there was to it.

She gets dressed and goes to Alma’s room, sits down on her bedside.

“Alma,” she whispers, caressing a strand of dark hair from the four-year-old’s face. “Sweetheart, you hear me?”

A low murmur comes from between the sheets.

“Your baby sister is coming and I have to go to the hospital. Grandma will be here shortly to look after you. Is that okay?”

A low, half-asleep whine of mommyyyyyy makes her heart swell, and when Alma raises her arms, Jay pulls her baby girl into her embrace.

“It’s okay, Almalita. Just go back to sleep, and you can have a fun day with grandma tomorrow. And when your baby sister is born, you can come and see her, okay?”

Alma mumbles something affirmative and Jay kisses her forehead.

“I love you so much, Alma. You go back to sleep now.”

She sits with the girl until she’s asleep again, then gets up to make sure she has everything. Her mother arrives and shortly after, Frankie.

He knocks, as if he didn’t have a key. Jay goes to open and when she sees him, her heart clenches. He’s standing on the small porch, holding back, equal parts concern and nerves and practicality. The porch light above them can’t reach his face, shadowed by the bill of his hat, and he hunches a little bit.

“How far apart?” he wants to know, not wasting any time to even say hello.

“Seven minutes.”

“She’s in a hurry. Are you in a lot of pain?”

Jay pulls her jacket on and picks up her hospital bag. Frankie grabs it from her hand and holds out his arm, softly placing his hand on the small of her back when she steps out.

“It’s… better now that you’re with me,” she confesses.

Frankie nods, throat swelling with emotion, but he keeps it together. This is not about him, this is about Jay, and the work she has in front of her. It’s his job to help her.

They arrive at the hospital, sign in, and are given a room immediately. Her doctor isn’t on call, so another one comes to check on her with promises that Patricia, who delivered Alma, would be in within the hour.

When Jay’s pacing the room in her awful hospital gown, Frankie looks at her in despair. He’s more than aware of that he could have been banned from the birth of his child, because of what he has done. He’d have deserved to be locked out.

“Tell me what you need.”

Jay stops at the end of the hospital bed, gripping the plastic bars, leaning over it slightly as another sharp wave of pain go through her.

“Rub my back?”

He stands behind her immediately and starts to gently knead her lower back. Jay exhales audibly.

“That’s better.”

Frankie’s hands on her have always had an effect. They’ve focused her in the field, calmed her when she’s upset, made her body burn for him in bed. Now they ease her pain, make her feel safe and secure. She can do this now. With Frankie by her side, she can do anything.

“Breathe, Jay. You got this. We got this.”

“It hurts more than the first time around,” she complains. “From nothing to full on contractions in less than an hour.”

“That means you probably won’t have to deal with it for a whole day, like you did with Alma,” Frankie comforts her. “Just breathe. It’ll be over soon.”

Baby Bianca is keen on entering the world. Two long, exhausting hours later, Jay’s on her back, pushing between the breaks to catch her breath. Frankie wipes the sweat off her forehead with a cold cloth, and when told to push, she squeezes his hand so hard a grimace breaks out on his face. The burn is so violent that she almost gives in to hyperventilation, but then Frankie moves his fingers in her grip, and she knows she’s not alone.

“We have a head now,” Patricia announces, “good work, Jay, take a breather, breathe, you’re doing great…”

She glances desperately at Frankie, the pain almost intolerable. She’s done this before and knows that this is the worst part, when all she wants to do is push, but is not allowed to. She also knows that it’s almost over. Just one more breath, and another, and another, then a push and yet another break, breathe, breathe, breathe…

Frankie’s sweating as well, but holds her gaze with conviction.

“Nearly there,” he promises, just as she’s told to push again. “One more, Jay, one more.”

Her face contorts in pain and exertion as she pushes fervently, deciding right then and there that this is the last fucking time she’s pushing, she’s done, that baby is coming out now. A wail escapes her lips as Bianca slips out and starts to scream, like she’s having second thoughts about being in the outside world.

“Well done, a baby girl with a nice set of lungs on her!” Jay barely hears the doctor’s praise where she lays panting, her eyes seeking out Frankie’s for comfort and support. His brown eyes are shimmering with tears. When she gives his hand a tired squeeze, his smile breaks and the tears fall.

“You did so well,” he tells her, his voice choked. “Good job. You’re amazing.”

The baby is placed on Jay’s chest and Frankie is asked if he wants to cut the cord, strung up between two clamps. The question is stupid: Frankie wants to be there every step of the way. As the baby is taken for cleaning and measuring, he helps Jay fight her way through the work with the afterbirth. Another step is added to the process as the baby’s hurry made Jay tear, and a few stitches are needed when everything is over.

Finally, when Bianca is back in Jay’s arms and being nursed, they are left alone by the staff. Frankie’s in a chair next to the bed, staring wide-eyed at the girl.

“She’s so beautiful,” he whispers. “Just like you.”

He tears his gaze from the baby and looks at Jay, and his eyes fill with tears again.

“Jay… I love you. So much.”

Jay’s smile is exhausted, but sincere. “I love you too, Frankie. I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you. Terribly. And I’m so, so sorry, baby, I’ve been clean since you kicked me out, I promise, and I’m going to meetings – “

“Frankie,” she cuts him off, “can we talk about this later? I just passed a watermelon through my vagina, and I can’t take this conversation right now.”

He wipes at his eyes and sniffs out a short laugh. “Of course. Sorry.”

Little Bianca drifts off to sleep, the nipple slipping out of her mouth, milk spilling over her chin. Frankie reaches in with some tissue and dabs her clean.

“You wanna take her?” Jay asks.

Frankie just nods, emotions muting him, and carefully accepts the baby from her. Gently, he touches the tiny, wrinkly forehead with his lips, and closes his eyes.

“Hola, Bianca… mi preciosa. Mi corazon. Te amo. Tanto. Para siempre.”

Jay longs for sleep, but can’t stop looking at Frankie as he softly sways the baby and assures her in mumbled promises that he’ll always be there for her. Holding her to his chest, he looks up at Jay.

“She’s so perfect,” he whispers. “Well done.”

“Well done yourself.”

“You want her back?”

“I want to sleep,” Jay confesses. Frankie nods, and moves towards the plastic bassinet left for Bianca to lie in.

“I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No!” Jay sits up, winces at the pain, and lays down again, gingerly. “Don’t leave. Stay with us?”

“Sure,” he nods, sitting back down. “Whatever you need, amor.”

She blinks, and for a moment he thinks he can see tears in her eyes. Jay doesn’t cry, that’s one of the things about her. But now her eyes are suspiciously shiny.

“Can you call my mom?” she asks. Frankie, who is not exactly fond of his mother-in-law because of her earlier treatment of Jay, gets a line in his forehead, frowns but nods.

“Of course.”

“She’s with Alma. Tell her you’re coming home.”

Frankie swallows, and has to sit down in the uncomfortable chair by the bed. “You mean that?”

“I want you home, Frankie,” Jay confirms, and now there is indeed a tear running down her cheek. “I want you in our home. With Alma and Bianca.”

He lowers his gaze to the baby, sleeping on his arm, and when he looks up again, the tears are running down his cheeks, gathering in his facial hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobs. “I don’t deserve you.”

“What did I just say?” Jay tries to scold him, but her voice breaks as well. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Frankie chuckles in the midst of all the tears and Jay wipes hers away, trying to look stoic. He comes to sit on her bedside, freeing up one hand from the baby so that he can take Jay’s.

“You’re right,” he tells her softly. “Later. Now you need to rest.”

She squeezes his hand and sniffles when he adjusts the blanket.

“You need more pillows?”

“I need a kiss.” Her voice is a little shrewd, and it brings a smile to his lips. He leans down over her, clutching Bianca to his heart.

“As many as you want,” he promises, and touches his lips to hers, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears. “For the rest of our lives.”

“I like that.”

Frankie brings Alma with him to the hospital later in the day so that the three-year-old can meet her new baby sister. Alma looks mildly skeptical about the little bundle of sleep in Jay’s arms, and seems more happy about Frankie being back home than the birth of her sister. She keeps talking about the pancakes papa made for her this morning, and that papa’s promised to get ice cream when they leave the hospital, and that papa has said she can sleep in mommy’s bed while mommy’s away.

“You’re spoiling her,” Jay tells Frankie, but with a smile. Frankie has seen Alma as much as possible during his exile, but it hasn’t been enough for either him or the girl. Jay understands the need for a little extra attention now that he’s back. Besides, Bianca is going to demand her fair share of time and effort once she comes home.

“Don’t worry, I’ll spoil you too when you’re back home,” he vows, readily taking Bianca from Jay as she leans forward and offers him the baby. He puts her down in the bassinet and lifts Alma up in bed for a cuddle.

“Careful of mommy’s tummy, chiquita.”

“Do you have a tummy ache, mommy?”

“A little one, after Bianca came out of it, honey, but the doctor gave me medicine, so I’m feeling a lot better now,” Jay promises, pulling her firstborn to her. She kisses her head, with its soft dark curls, the Morales curls that she loves so much, and inhales the sweet, lovely smell of child. She smiles at Frankie who watches them, his face lined and tired yet stripped of lies and pretense, his brown eyes soft, lips curved slightly up in a loving smile.

“I love you, Alma,” she tells her daughter, “we both love you very much.”

“More than Bianca?” Alma immediately pipes up. Jay chuckles, Frankie shakes his head.

“We love both of you equally,” he promises. “You’re both the most important thing to us.”

Alma seems happy with that, but is still looking concerned. “You won’t leave again, daddy?”

“Daddy won’t leave,” Jay reassures her with a hug. “We’re a family, and families stay together.”

Frankie blinks intensely and has to clear his throat. He knows he has to prove himself to Jay, show her that he’s clean and responsible. Take care of his family, his beautiful girls, all three of them. Be a man worthy of Jay’s love, of Alma’s admiration, of raising Bianca. He has to make this right. He will make this right.

Jay and Bianca come home to a house cleaned from top to bottom. The fridge is stocked with all of Jay’s favorite foods, and everything she could need for labor aftercare is waiting in the bathroom and bedroom.

The cradle is all made up, the changing table in order with diapers, washcloths, and spit-up cloths. Wrapped presents arrived in the mail from Frankie’s parents and sisters are waiting on the kitchen table, upsetting Alma until she finds a big sister present from her beloved Uncle Benny.

Frankie follows Jay’s every move, ready at a moment’s notice to help out with what he can. He cares for Alma, makes dinner and cleans up after, puts Alma to bed, brings Jay anything she might need. When both children are sleeping and Jay enters the bedroom after having brushed her teeth, she finds Frankie puffing up the pillows for her.

“Seriously, Frankie, you have got to knock this shit out,” she sighs, coming up to the bed and taking his hand to pull him away from her pillows. Frankie smiles ruefully.

“Just want you to be comfortable,” he replies in a low voice. Alma’s cradle is by the foot of their bed and he doesn’t want to wake her up.

“You’re home. That’s all I need.” Slowly, almost tentatively, she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him to her, tightly. Frankie sighs heavily, his arms in turn going around her waist as he rests his chin on her shoulder.

“It’s good to be home.”

They stand like that for a while, holding each other, finding each other’s rhythms again. Frankie’s tuned in to detect even the slightest sign of discomfort with Jay; ready to help her into bed, get her a glass of water, a clean shirt, whatever she needs.

Eventually, Jay shifts, coming to a face to face with Frankie and leaning her forehead against his.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers, cupping his cheeks. He hasn’t shaved and his patchy beard and whiskers have been free to grow however they want. She notices new greys in both facial hair and his dark locks that have grown equally wild. The lines around his eyes seem deeper. He’s aged years in the past four weeks, but his kind eyes are filled with hope.

“I missed you too.” Frankie cups her cheeks, big thumbs stroking her skin lightly. “I… I’m so sorry I did this to our family, Jay.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you,” Jay replies, finally speaking the words she has carried with her since his exile. “You remember what you said that night? About me being perfect and how hard it was for you?”

“I remember everything.”

“I’m not perfect, Frankie. The only reason I managed to quit drinking cold turkey was you. Your help. Your support. You kept me motivated.”

“Jay…”

“No, hear me out.” She straightens her neck and her hands come down to rest on his shoulders as her blue eyes firmly lock onto his brown ones. “I’m no stronger or smarter than you are, Frankie, I just had you. You wouldn’t let me quit on us. And I failed doing the same for you.”

She swallows hard, trying to keep down the tears that threaten to ruin this. Crying is not her thing and she certainly doesn’t want this moment to be tainted by her rare tears when she needs him to listen to her.

“I failed you, Frankie, and because of that, you feel like you failed this family. I broke up the team.”

He shakes his head, refuses to accept it.

“It was different back then. We didn’t have kids. You weren’t pregnant. You did what you had to do in order to keep yourself and the kids safe.”

His voice, so close to breaking, suddenly seems firmer. “I chose drugs before our family every time I did a line. That’s on me, I have to live with that and make amends. You did the right thing, you chose our family. You had to protect the girls.”

“You are my family,” Jay whispers. “You matter to me just as much as the kids.”

“I know, but the kids don’t have a choice in the matter. You did the right thing, amor. You did right. Now it’s my turn to do right by my family.”

He kisses away the few tears that escape her blinking eyes, before helping her into bed.

“You comfy? More pillows? Painkillers?”

“Frankie.”

“Okay.” He hesitates, sitting on her bedside. “I… I’ll take the couch.”

“What? Why?”

Jay sits up, wincing a little at the discomfort. “Talk to me.”

“I haven’t slept well lately and when I do sleep, I snore,” Frankie mumbles, looking down at his knees. “I just want you to have a good night’s sleep.”

He can’t tell her or even confess to himself that he sees himself as having lost the right to their bed. He has done so much damage and he needs to fix that before he can regain the privilege of even sharing a room with her.

Jay, however, isn’t having any of that shit.

“You think I’ve slept well with you gone?” Jay counters with a tired laugh. “You think the recruit has let me sleep when you haven’t been here? I need you to handle her when she wakes up, Francisco Morales, so you get your tiny ass into this bed right now.”

He meets her gaze, first with a frown but then the lines melt away from his features, and he chuckles low.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He walks around the bed, stopping shortly at the end of it to peek into the cradle, and sheds his clothes before joining Jay under the covers. She fits herself to him, like she did the very first time they slept together, and within moments, she’s asleep.

When the baby wants to be fed in the middle of the night, Frankie realizes that he’s been fast asleep as well, and that neither he nor Jay have moved away from the embrace.

#my fic #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady

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princessofprocrastination · 4 years ago

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Neglected (Dream)

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summary : it had became a habit that you’d show up at his house, but as time goes by, your efforts go to waste (angst) (fluff)

it didn’t matter if you were pretty busy or exhausted that day, you’d still show up at your boyfriend’s house no matter what.

it used to be a ‘sometimes, only if you weren’t busy’ thing, just coming to make sure he has eaten, checking on sapnap as well and hanging out with them. but as the clock ticks, and your relationship prolonged, you seemed to always be at his house.

sapnap never thought you were a bother. yeah, you asked. you didn’t want any of the two to feel uncomfortable at the fact that you were there often. but, sapnap reassured you that the both of them loved you being there.

and also because you cooked for them all the time.

being done with school for a while, you started working and starting your career, making you extremely busy, just like the two boys. sometimes, you don’t even show up until late.

not that they were sleeping anyways. those two seemed to stay up late all the time.

you enjoyed making food for them, trying new recipes, sending their plate of food to their rooms as they stream or are in a discord call with their friends. it made you happy seeing their eyes light up from seeing a hot and steaming plate of food delivered to them.

especially if it was homecooked. yum.

but, as months go by, you start to notice a barrier between you and your boyfriend. now, you weren’t going to lie and say the both of you had been together for a long time, being long time partners, but you thought the honeymoon phase was going to last a little while longer.

of course, you tried asking sapnap about it, texting him from time to time, making sure he didn’t get upset over a game or an argument online.

nevertheless, sapnap himself didn’t know what was going on with his bestfriend. he thought dream was just doing fine, not knowing you felt that way.

you told him not to worry about it, let alone talk to dream about it. you didn’t want it to be a big deal.

it wasn’t a big deal anyways, you just noticed the change of atmosphere.

you still came over everyday, though. making food, making sure to make extra for leftovers just in case they woke up and got hungry and you weren’t there to make food.

though it had become a routine at this point, the only person who seemed to appreciate it was sapnap. your boyfriend, however, seemed cold.

“hey, i have food” you walked in the room after knocking at your boyfriend’s door. you had sent the other plate to sapnap’s just minutes ago.

he barely gave you a glance, just only clicking the mute button after hearing you come in. that was how you knew he heard you.

you set down the plate on his desk, where you had always made sure to clear out for him to eat while on his pc. you set down a cup right next to the plate with his drink, full.

after which, you sat down on his bed, like you usually would to do some catching up on your laptop. usually it would be work since that was the only time you had during the day to finish it.

a couple hours later you finished you work and decided it was time to watch a couple youtube videos to reward yourself after a long day.

you made sure you had on your airpods before watching anything so that it didn’t disrupt dream working.

as you were watching the new mrbeast video, the one where he runs from a bounty hunter, you start to catch a cold.

not thinking of it, a small sneeze came out of you. and then another one came right after that.

it was the type of sneeze that irritated the back of your throat, which usually meant that there was more sneezes to come and you were sure that you were falling ill.

your eyes closed, as you tried to recover from your sneezes. you heard clicking from your boyfriend’s side. as you opened your eyes, you weren’t expecting him to be staring at you.

thinking he was going to say ‘bless you’, you gave him a small smile. that was until he shouted at you.

“can you shut up, karl’s entire stream literally heard you.” he raised his voice at you. you froze.

sure, you’ve heard him scream from time to time, being mad or frustrated on his game but never to you. he had always seemed so kind and sweet to you.

��fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.” you apologised. you genuinely didn’t mean for anyone to hear you, not especially if it was obvious to people that someone was accompanying dream in his room.

“just get out before you make another noise.” he reprimanded you.

you stared at his figure as he went back to his game before picking up your laptop and leaving the room.

you sat on the couch in his living room, trying to process what had just happened in that room.

you calmed yourself before you started crying. you were expecting the day to end well, with you cuddling your boyfriend at the end of the night.

things don’t usually go your way, do they?

you were thinking of leaving. it was getting late, anyway. but you hadn’t cooked the next meal for the boys.

so you did just that. you cooked a simple meal, putting it on the counter, leaving a note to tell them to put the plate into the microwave before eating.

and off you go, back to your house.

you weren’t offended, you’d say. you were sure he was mad at a game before getting off on you. you didn’t take any of his screaming to heart.

what sucked at that moment was that you got a fever on top of your cold and no one to cuddle you.

you didn’t get sick often, but when you did, you always had dream there for you.

what you did have this time was sapnap texting you, thanking you for the food that you left on the table.

the next day came and lucky you, it had been a weekend, and you planned to stay home all day, trying to fight off this stupid cold.

you got on your phone to order food for the boys, trying to make sure they had food today. though it’s only the afternoon and they’ve probably just woken up, you wanted them to wake up to food waiting.

after you ordered some mcdonalds for them, making sure to text sapnap about it. shockingly enough, he was awake and already showered. he thanked you for the food but questioned when you were going to come, noticing that there was only two meals.

sick, can’t get out of bed. you texted him.

what have you done today? he asked.

showered, and then back to bed. you told him truthfully.

eat and then take your meds. he advised you. you told him you’d do it later when you have the energy to. he didn’t try to go against you knowing how damn stubborn you are.

also, he knew that you needed the extra rest and getting up while you’re still tired may result you to get into an accident or faint.

so, he trusted you to remember to eat your medicine later.

dream honestly didn’t bother asking why you were missing from his house that day. sure, he did notice, since the one who always giving him food while working had been you, and you didn’t do that.

at some point during the day, dream became exhausted, or hungry, but was frustrated that he had no longer you to rely on for energy that day.

that day wasn’t the only day you were absent from his house, it dragged out to days.

the weird thing was, he didn’t get a single text from you all week, and that made his question if you were okay or not.

“dude, get out of your cave and let’s watch a movie.” sapnap came in dream’s room in attempt to get him to accompany him in watching a movie with him in the living room.

after some time, dream gave in and turned off his pc, finally getting up to stretch and leave his room.

“there’s food for you on the table.” sapnap told dream. it must’ve been you who ordered it. but to be honest, he was missing the home cooked meals you always made for him.

so he asked sapnap where you had been all week.

“you’re not serious, are you?” sapnap asked dream. dream gave him a confused look back.

“it took you this long to ask?” sapnap ranted about you being sick all week and not allowing him to visit in case you accidentally gave him the illness.

he ranted about the fact dream didn’t bother to ask until now, when he selfishly said he missed your cooking, like you weren’t good for anything else but to feed him like a parent would.

sure, sapnap and him had been friends for years, but that didn’t excuse him for being an idiot and making stupid decisions, especially about you. and for what? your sneezed being too distracting for the man.

“fuck.” dream said.

“yeah, fuck.” sapnap spat out, out of breath from ranting and not stopping to pull a breath.

dream and him sat in silence, the weird kind of silence. the one where it’s obvious they were thinking of what to do next.

sapnap sighed. “dude, seriously? go.” he told dream to go to your house to take care of you.

dream ran to his room, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone and went straight to his car to drive to your place.

on the way, he grabbed some of your favourite comfort food and flowers. he needed to make it up to you.

he seriously got mad at you for sneezing? what a fucker.

he opened your door with the spare key you gave him, making sure he was quiet so he didn’t disrupt you if you were sleeping on the couch like you tend to do.

he say the top of your head poking out slightly from the side of the couch. you were laying down on it, snuggled in one of your favourite blankets, watching tv.

“hey.” he slowly said, walking slowly to you, not really wanting to do anything abruptly in case you were mad.

he saw your head move to tilt towards the voice. obviously you knew who was in your living room at the moment, you just weren’t expecting him to bring stuff.

you sat up on the couch, bringing the blanket with you, making sure you were fully covered, not in the mood for the cold air to hit your feet.

“i come bearing gifts.” dream said.

“i see that.” you told him. why was he stating the obvious?

“look, i know this doesn’t make up for basically neglecting yo- no, not basically, totally neglecting you, but i thought this was a good way to start?” dream.

you sat and stared at him for a while, thinking about what to do.

who were you kidding, you were soft for him. he could literally break your bones and you’d forgive him, especially when he came with flowers.

“you know flowers are my weak spot.” you pouted at him, after a while of silence.

dream sighs in relief. “and that’s exactly why i bought them.” he said before bring you in for a hug.

you pushed him away, telling him that you still had a fever and you didn’t want it to go to him.

“if i do get it, then you’ll have to take care of me next time. for now, i’m taking care of you.” he told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do anything for you.” he told you. you smiled at him before hugging him close to you, pulling him into a comfortable position to continue watching the show you had on your tv.

#dream fanfiction #dream imagine #dream fanfic #dream imagines #dream x reader #dreamwastaken imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #dream

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wavyhairedbabyy · 4 years ago

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Racing Thoughts - P.1

karl jacobs x gn!reader

CW: relationship negligence, ANGST, slight yelling

tldr: Reader isn’t getting the attention they want. They’ve had enough.

a/n: this is the first thing I’ve written since high school as well as the first time I’ve posted on tumblr since high school. Pls be gentle.

Part 1 - Part 2

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“Baby, can we do something together? I feel like we haven’t done something in ages.” Y/n stood at the door, asking their boyfriend meekly. They already knew the answer though. It’s been different variations of same answer for the past two months. An apology, an excuse, followed by an empty promise. They always had high hopes of a different answer, but the expectation always remained low.

“I’m sorry, baby. I gotta finish planning out this stream for the SMP. It’s getting closer and closer every day so I need to make sure I plan it out well. We can watch some TV before we go to bed though.” Karl said, not tearing his eyes from his work. Y/n knew that they wouldn’t. They’d put one episode on and he would be asleep 5 minutes in.

Y/n sighed. No matter how many times they’ve mentioned the one sided feeling in their relationship with Karl, it seemed that nothing ever changed.

He’s more in love with his work than you.

He just has a lot on his plate, cut him some slack.

Why? So you can keep moping around, feeling lonely in this apartment you should be sharing with you boyfriend?

Similar thoughts ran through their brain everyday, like an angel and a devil whispering in either ear. They knew Karl never meant any malintent. He had a lot to juggle between the SMP streams, alt streams, Mr. Beast work, and whatever else he had going on. But it wasn’t fair that y/n always felt like they fell on the bottom of that list. It was starting to take a toll. Why invest all of your time, energy, and love in someone who can’t reciprocate it?

Y/n went to their room. They couldn’t stay here, in their apartment, they knew that. Not in a place where they felt like the bottom of the barrel. They needed out. Just for a day, or two, or three. It’s not like Karl would even noticed, right? He barely paid attention to them while they were here so what would the difference be if they weren’t?

Y/n reached for their duffel bag from under the bed and began to pack. They didn’t know how long they would be gone so overpacking looked like the best plan of action. The next forty five minute were spent filling the bag until they couldn’t any more. While double checking for anything they could’ve missed, they heard their name from the door frame.

“Y/n?” Karl said, his tone confused. They locked eyes, “What’s going on?”

Y/n froze. They didn’t expect him to finish working for another fifteen to thirty minutes. Of course they planned on telling him before they left, but him finding out this way just made the conversation ten times harder.

“Oh, hey Karl. I was just about to come up and tell you,” not a complete lie, “I’m going to (y/b/f)’s house tonight. I just need to get some thoughts together and I don’t think that’s going to go over well here.”

“Oh, uh- what kind of thoughts? Anything I can help with?” He asked. There was an immediate panic in him. The way his eyes darted around and he started to play with his hands showed the feeling. He knew what thoughts you needed help with, you both have talked about it them a handful of times. He just never wanted to accept that he was the reason these thoughts kept popping up.

Y/n sighed, thoughts continuing to race through their head.

He’s making this harder than it needs to be.

But he deserves to know the truth.

Does he? He practically has been like a stranger the last few months.

Except he’s not. He’s your boyfriend that loves you.

He has a weird way of showing it.

The back and forth continued, until they broke it to respond. Hastily, they said “No, I have to figure this out with (y/b/f). Sorry, Karl.”

Y/n picked up their bag and pushed past him, heading toward the front door. They could hear Karl’s footsteps close behind.

Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.

“Y/n?” They ignored him, but he kept calling. “Y/n?” They continued their path to the front door. His footsteps stopped. “Y/n, please!”

Y/n turned around. They faced each other from opposite sides of the living room. His eyes looked sad, confused, and hurt. Through all the emotions that shone through his eyes, he spoke evenly, “Are you breaking up with me?”

The question laid heavy in the air. The thoughts came back.

Am I? Will I?

If things keep going this way, yeah.

But he has to slow down eventually, right? He doesn’t mean to make you a low priority.

You’ve been saying that for the last two months. He won’t slow down.

“I don’t know,” they said honestly, “I’ve told you, I’ve been feeling alone in this relationship and there hasn’t been any change to make me feel less like that.”

“Baby, you know I have a lot going on. I can’t just drop my work or I’ll fall behind.” Karl defended.

“So you drop me instead?” The response was quick, almost cutthroat.

“That’s not what I said-“

“But it’s what you meant.”

Tensions were high. Both pairs of eyes glossed with tears. Y/n gripped tightly at their duffle while Karl’s head hung low, thinking of the words to say.

“Fine, just leave then,” he ran his hands through his hair as they made eye contact. That wasn’t the response y/n was expecting.

“That’s it? There’s the threat of a break up and you’re just going to say nothing?” Their volume was louder and more forceful.

“What am I supposed to say? You seem to have your mind made up on how I prioritize things between my work and you so what else am I supposed to do?” His volume and tone grew louder than theirs. Tears slowly began to roll down his cheeks. His face quickly went from his natural color to a red tone, “I hate making you feel like less of a priority, but I can’t stop working. I have deadlines to meet for everyone”

“Well congrats. You made every deadline for work, but haven’t been able to meet my needs or wants in a relationship for 2 months. If you can’t then maybe you just shouldn’t be in a relationship right now, Karl.” With that, y/n turned on their heel and went out the front door.

You’re going to regret leaving.

It may be the best choice to save myself.

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Part 2

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april-avenue-archiving · 3 years ago

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Mess

Minors dni

This contains: extreme levels of sexual tension, friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, squirting

You work at Origini miya and Osamu loves to make messes

You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.

“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.

“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble on about how cute it was.

“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile.

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.

“Does it taste good?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, miixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.

“Swallow before you talk, nasty.” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.

You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart.

“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out.

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.

Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time.

“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.” He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched the front of your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn;t help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie, he’s always had a thing for you and this didn’t make it any easier.

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly.

“I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips.

You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained.

“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love.

“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things coming from him. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders.

“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first.

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think I just made a bigger one.”

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wicked-mind · 4 years ago

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Betrayed: Chapter Five

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 4.2k

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Warning: A bit of violence, talks of grays anatomy with no spoilers, blood draws, a hint of PTSD and torture

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CHAPTER FIVE- McDreamy

The morning after the gala, almost everybody was hung-over. It was the late morning hours before anybody even thought about getting up. They didn’t drink that often so it hit everybody pretty rough in the morning. Everybody except Y/N, Bucky, and Steve who never drank that much anyway.

Y/N and Bucky were down in the medical bay together. Y/N was having Bucky draw vials of her blood, wanting to have some on stand-by in case it was needed. She was sitting up on the medical bed, her left arm outstretched to Bucky who sat in a chair next to her, wiping her arm with an alcohol wipe. This was his third attempt at trying to take her blood, the first two unsuccessful.

“You know, if you miss my vein again I might have to rethink this friendship. I’m not a pin cushion.” Y/N smiled, a small chuckle passing her lips as she watched him clean her arm.

Bucky grins, laughing a little, “It’s not as easy as it looks, Doll. You have cold skin and tiny veins.” He picked up the new needle, his brow furrowing as he focused. He pushed the needle in, once again missing. He drew it out and looked at her, “So about our friendship.” He discarded the needle into a red bin.

Y/N almost laughed as he missed the vein again, but just a small chuckle passed her lips, “C’mon, Bucky. It can’t be that hard. Let me try.” She demanded with a smile, holding her hand out for the next needle. Bucky smiled and handed it to her. Y/N looked down at her arm for a moment, poking around on her skin before inserting the needle. The tube it was connected to started filling with her blood. She quickly connected the vial to the other end of the tube, watching it fill up before grinning up at Bucky, “See, not that hard.”

Bucky watched her, shaking his head as he laughed when she got the vein, “Now how did you learn to do that?” He questioned, replacing the now full vial with another empty one.

“Oh, Grey’s Anatomy. Netflix is great.” Y/N said, smiling at him.

Bucky nodded, having no idea what that show was. He didn’t watch too much tv. He mostly watched old movies, “Is that what you and Wanda are always laughing at?” He asked, smiling as he waited to replace the vial.

Y/N nodded, “It’s great. It’s funny, sad, tense… It makes a great show. Wanda likes McDreamy.” She said, smiling.

“Oh, McDreamy.” Bucky said with a laugh at the name. He couldn’t imagine a show where they have a doctor called ‘McDreamy’, “And what do you think of this McDreamy?” He questioned curiously, replacing the vial and looked at Y/N’s face.

Y/N shrugged, “He’s cute. Neurosurgeon, dark hair, dreamy blue eyes.” She said, examining his facial features, sensing a small amount of jealousy from him, “But to me he is egotistical, and seems to lie a lot. It’s a deal breaker.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment before continuing, “I’ve seen dreamier.” She concluded, her eyes still watching him.

Bucky smiled, removing the last vial. He removed the needle from Y/N’s arm, discarding it in the red bin. He then pulled out a small red bandaid, placing it over the puncture spot, “There, all done.” He smiled at her.

Just as they finished, Steve walked in looking at the two of them confused, “What are you guys doing down here?” He asked, walking towards them. He was wondering if they were having a ‘moment’, which he was glad to interrupt.

Y/N looked at her brother and smiled, moving to her feet, “Wanda told me that it would be a good idea to keep some of my blood in the storage in case anything happens. I think it’s a good idea too.” She said, “But nobody was up, and you were out training, so Bucky offered to help.”

“That’s very.. friendly of him,” Steve said, looking from Y/N to Bucky, then back to his sister. He wondered what was going on between the two of them. When she arrived, all she wanted to do was kill Bucky, stay as far away from him as possible. But now it was like the two of them were best friends again, inseparable. “I think Wanda was looking for you, Y/N. She wanted to go grab some lunch.”

Y/N smiled, “Lunch, yum.” She said, before turning to Bucky, “Thanks for helping me, see you two later.” She said, smiling to both before exiting to go find Wanda.

Steve smiled before turning his attention back to Bucky, “Did I interrupt another moment?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

Bucky looked at Steve for a moment, standing from the chair. He folded his arms, “I was just helping her draw blood, is there an issue?” He questioned. He knew Steve always had suspicions about him and his sister being closer than friends. He couldn’t understand why he was so bitter about it when they were younger.

“I’m just wondering if you two are more than friends.” Steve replied, stepping closer to Bucky. His arms folded also, standing tall.

“We are just friends, Steve.” Bucky said sternly, “Is there a problem with that?”

Steve clenched his jaw, then relaxed a little, “There’s no problem with being friends with Y/N, Bucky. She just got back. I know how you feel about her, but she’s just getting back to herself. I don’t know if she needs more than a friend right now.” He said, looking to Bucky, wanting him to understand what he was saying.

Bucky nodded slowly, his brow pulled together in frustration, “You know I would never force Y/N into anything, or make her uncomfortable. It took months for her to look at me like I wasn’t her enemy, even longer to talk to me.” He said through his clenched jaw, “Have you stopped to think I’m the only one who knows what it feels like to go through what she has?” He paused, before continuing, “I’m just trying to be there for her, Steve, in whatever capacity she needs me.”

Steve was silent for a moment, before nodding, “You’re right. You understand Y/N’s trauma better than anybody. I just… Don’t push her, Bucky. We just got her back.”

Bucky nodded, “I won’t.” He promised and with that, the conversation ended. Bucky put the vial’s of Y/N’s blood into storage before exiting the medical bay. He meant what he said. He would never push Y/N into anything she wasn’t ready for. He wanted to be there in whatever way she needed whether it be a friend or more than a friend. But he would wait for Y/N as long as he had to.

“I heard there was a moment.” Wanda said across from Y/N as they were sitting and eating lunch. They sat outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun while eating their sandwiches and chips.

Y/N looked at Wanda confused, “Moment? Well, there’s lots of moments in a day. Which one are we talking about?” She asks, taking another bite out of her sandwich.

Wanda looked at Y/N with a ‘do-you-think-I’m-dumb’ look, “A you and Bucky moment.” She clarified, “Last night. At the gala.” She spelled it out for her friend.

Y/N chewed slowly, trying to think of what she was going to tell Wanda. Of course she still had feelings for Bucky. She always had and they never went away, just got buried deep down for a while, “Oh, that moment.” Y/N finally said, placing her sandwich back on its plate, “I think it was the wine. And the dress. And his suit.” She said as an excuse.

“Oh, yeah, the dress.” Wanda said, “It definitely wasn’t the fact you two still have feelings for each other.” She picked up a chip from her plate and threw it at Y/N, landing it in her hair, “I can see in your mind. You can’t lie to me. Now tell me the truth.”

Y/N picked the chip out of her hair, looking at Wanda, “I don’t know what it was, Wanda. He’s never stopped being there for me even when I hated him. He was patient with me, kind when I was nothing like that to him.” She sighed, leaning her elbow on the table so she could cup her cheek in her palm, “I may have flirted back a little and we maybe almost.. kissed… but then Thor showed up. Moment ruined.”

Wanda listened to the story, nodding her head as she took another bite. She swallowed then tilted her head at Y/N, “Did you wish Thor didn’t show up?” She asked curiously with a smile.

“I… I don’t know. I wanted the moment. It was like the date we never went on.” Y/N said, poking at her sandwich, “But I just started accepting him again, giving him a chance. I’ve started to actually talk to him again, and even though he’s everything I remember him being and I do have feelings for him, part of me is still worried I can’t trust him.” She admitted.

“Give it time, Y/N.” Wanda said with a smile, “He will wait for you.” She said, knowing what she said was true. Bucky was easy to read especially when it came to Y/N, she was constantly on his mind. Wanda didn’t even have to use her powers to know that, “So were there any other moments during the blood drawing?” She nodded towards the red bandaid still on Y/N’s arm.

Y/N laughed, “No, no moments I promise.” She said smiling, “Although, I had to puncture my own vein because he couldn’t get it. Said it was due to all the Grey’s Anatomy we watch. He wasn’t amused when I told him about McDreamy, maybe even a little jealous.” She chuckles, picking her sandwich back up to take another bite.

Wanda laughs, “Of course he’s jealous! McDreamy is….” She smiled, wiggling her eyebrows at Y/N, “Dreamy.” They said together with a laugh.

It had been two weeks since the gala. Y/N had started hearing the whispers again in her head, but they were soft. She told Wanda as promised, who said she would also keep an eye on them. Y/N hadn’t been sleeping too well since the whispers started again. Her memories seemed to be creeping back to her through her dreams. She remembered more about the other red eyes. She started to fear them less, remembering more about who they were.

Y/N had also been spending more time Bucky since the gala. Everyday they found time to be alone to talk to each other. The moments they shared together were Bucky’s highlights of his days. They would often walk around the outside of the facility, talking and laughing. Keeping his promise to Steve, Bucky wasn’t making any moves towards Y/N. He would wait for her to make her moves before making his own.

“So did you ever get those sunflowers I had Bex buy?” Bucky questioned as he walked with Y/N, smiling as he watched her movements. He would always have his sister buy sunflowers for Y/N while he was on deployment. It was evening and starting to get a little cold. He wondered if she would want to head inside soon, but knew they wouldn’t have much time to be alone indoors.

Y/N smiled and nodded, “I did, thank you. They were always sitting on my desk when I came back from a class. She even drew little hearts on the cards for you.” She chuckles at the memory, remembering how Bex was always pushing Bucky closer to Y/N. Bex loved the idea of having her best friend hopefully someday become her sister.

Bucky smiled, “Yeah, she was always making me look good.” He said, looking down at the grass as he walked. It hurt him to think about what his sister must’ve thought happened to him, but he knew Bex only thought of him as a hero since the official story was presumed killed/missing in action. Bucky had noticed that over the past two weeks since the gala Y/N had become a little more quiet as if she was lost in her head, “Have you been doing okay?” He asks, “You’ve seemed a little off.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, then down at the grass as they continued walking. She hadn’t told Bucky about the whispers or the dreams. She bit her lip, still looking down, “I..” She began, “I’ve been remembering some things lately, from before. It’s like my brain is forcing my dreams to remind me.” She said softly.

Bucky looked at her concerned, noting that she was keeping her eyes on the grass as they walked, “I know what that feels like. I still have nightmares about the things I’ve done. They’re haunting.” He said with a sigh.

Y/N nodded, remembering her dreams. They were intense. She was remembering more about the other red-eyes like her. She remembered what they looked like, and which one the whispers belonged to. He had dark black hair that covered his eyes slightly and was always wearing a smirk. He looked pure evil to her. Y/N debated discussing more on the topic, feeling like she needed to get it off her chest. As they approached a bench, Y/N sat down, picking at her fingers as she focused still on the ground.

Bucky sat down to the left of Y/N, watching her pick at her fingers. Whatever she was remembering was obviously bugging her. He waited in silence for a moment before speaking, “You can talk to me about it, if you’d like. It can stay between us.” He promised. He wanted her to open up to him so he could help take the burden off of Y/N, not allow her to go through this alone.

Y/N sat silently for a moment longer, listening to his words. She was debating whether she could trust him with the information, the painful memories, “I’ve been remembering more of the other two like me.” She finally said softly, her eyes still on the ground. The dreams flashed through her head as she remembered them. Y/N was screaming in the memories, being held still by another man with red eyes, but he had blonde hair and had scars across his face. Alexei. She remembered as she was held, the one with darker eyes would approach her with that smirk on his face, tsking at her and saying her name as he got closer and closer to her. She remembered his name too, Dimitri. Y/N broke the silence again, “One of them was a shorter man, blonde hair. He had scars across his face, Alexei. He was the second made. The other had dark hair. Dimitri… He was the first of us and also in charge of keeping us in line when there wasn’t a mission.” She said softly, her eyes staring at the grass as if she was in a trance like she was locked in the past, “Dimitri had taken out his chip long ago, I remember his scar behind his ear, same as mine.” She gestured towards behind her left ear. Y/N looked at Bucky for a moment, noting the concern on his face before returning her gaze to the grass, “Dimitri had plans for us three. He wanted to take over the Hydra facility, be king. But he needed Alexei and I on his side to do that.” She paused for a minute again, “Alexei got in line easily with Dimitri, it didn’t take much. They were murderers in their past life and got along well, especially after Dimitri removed Alexei’s chip. But me, it took a little more convincing to make me complicit.” She said so soft it was almost a whisper, “Dimitri would have Alexei hold me still when we were all stuck together. He would say the good in me was holding me back from greatness, wanting me to comply with his plan. He was the one that gave me these scars.” She said, her hand tracing along one of the scars on her arm, the shape was of a bite, “The venom doesn’t kill us, but it does cause nasty hallucinations. It was his way of trying to get me to comply, to give into his plan. I killed a few Hydra guards in some of my hallucinations. I think that’s what hinted to Hydra of what Dimitri was doing, why they locked us away. The chips wouldn’t work when I was in these hallucinations. He’s the one I hear in my head.”

Bucky listened to her closely, his brow pulled together in worry and anger as he listened. He finally had names though, Alexei and Dimitri. Obviously Russian. He had lifted his right hand to touch Y/N’s back comfortingly. He had remembered seeing her in the hallway in the towel, noticing all the scars in the shapes of bites running up her legs until they disappeared under the towel and along her collar bones. It made his inside burn with rage. The thought of another man not only touching her, but hurting her gave him anger he didn’t know existed. His left vibranium hand was clenched in a fist, but his right hand remained soft on Y/N’s back, “I’ll never let them hurt you again.” He said, keeping the anger out of his voice, “I promise.” He swore, knowing this was a promise he would die to keep. Y/N was worth everything to him, and he would gladly give himself up to protect her if that was his only option.

“Thank you,” Y/N said softly, tearing her stare from the grass to meet his gaze. She could see the anger behind his eyes at the story, but she also saw the concern he felt for her, “They’re memories I rather not remember. I wanted to keep them buried down, but it’s nice to not have the burden on my own. He’s been whispering to me lately." She paused, "He whispers less when I’m around you, I don’t think he likes you.” Y/N said softly.

Bucky nodded, “They’ll eat you alive if you don’t let them out. You’re not alone,” He said, moving his right hand from her back to gently sweep the blonde hair away from Y/N’s face, “I’m always here, whenever you need me. I’ll keep your secrets.” He promised with a small smile. As much rage as he was feeling, it melted away when Y/N looked at him. He felt butterflies in his stomach. He felt warm around her, “If he starts whispering to you again, just come find me. I’ll scare him away.” Bucky promised with a crooked smile, the tips of his fingers still touching her face.

Y/N finally smiled a little bit, lifting her hand to touch his. She threaded his fingers through his, pulling his hand down onto her lap. She kept her fingers intertwined with his, looking down at their hands. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, blinking her eyes tiredly. It’d been a few days since she had a good nights sleep on account of the nightmares forcing her to remember things from her past, “I think it’s about time for bed.” She said softly, though not making any movements to head inside.

Bucky smiled as Y/N took his hand, letting her fingers lace through his own. Her touch calmed him. He was losing himself in her touch. His grin widened as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Bucky wanted to be frozen in this moment with Y/N. He would happily be in this moment forever, just Y/N and himself. He stroked her hand with his thumb gently. He couldn’t deny he was falling deeper and deeper in love with her. Every time Y/N touched him, it took everything to resist the urge to pull her closer to him. Bucky smiled a little hearing her talk, knowing their moment was coming to an end again, “It is pretty late.” He replied, continuing to stroke her hand with his thumb.

Y/N sighed, forcing herself to stand and pulling Bucky by his hand with her. She kept grip of his hand, smiling at him gently, “Walk me?” She asks, her eyes locked with his.

Bucky grinned down at her, “It’d be my pleasure, doll.” He said. They kept their hands intertwined as they walked towards the doors into the facility, releasing each other before they stepped through the door. Bucky again walked Y/N to her room, not entering. He knew Wanda was probably in there asleep by now. He looked down at Y/N who had paused at the door before opening it. She had turned to face him, staring up at him. He smiled down at her, lifting his right hand to touch her face again, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He said softly to her.

Y/N smiled at his touch, leaning her face into his hand slightly. His touch made her skin crawl. It was like she was a magnet to him, not wanting to separate from his touch, “Goodnight, Bucky.” She whispered back. She stayed still for a moment, not wanting to leave his touch, but then slowly slid through the door to her own room, shutting it behind her. Y/N looked at Wanda who was sound asleep. Being as quiet as possible, Y/N changed into a tank top and sweats, crawling into her own bed and quickly falling asleep.

Bucky watched Y/N disappear into her room, standing there for a moment. He wished he could follow her in and stay close to her. He tore his eyes away from the closed door, walking down the hallway to his own room and shutting the door behind him. He wondered how long it would be until he could end the night with a kiss instead of just a ‘goodnight’.

“Is this real life? Is this just fantasy?”

Y/N woke up with a jolt, breathing deeply as she could hear Dimitri’s voice in her head. She lifted her hand, rubbing the side of her head at his singing.

“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low.”

The voice practically screamed the song through Y/N’s head, causing her to get up and leave the room as to not disturb Wanda. She rubs the side of her head with both hands tiredly, “Is this what we are doing now? Singing?” She growled out softly to the voice in her head. She wasn’t scared of the voice anymore since she remembered him. It just made her anger grow when he was inside her head.

“Mamaaa… Just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead..”

Y/N winced at his singing. It was off key and very bad. It was practically torture as he screamed the song in her head dramatically. She made her way down the hall, pausing outside Bucky’s door. She debated if she should go in or not as Dimitri was yelling the Galileo part of the song in her head. She touched the doorknob before deciding against it, not wanting to disturb him just for the off key singing in her head.

Y/N could feel her frustration rise as she made her way outside of the facility, her bare feet touching the cool grass. She felt as though she could scream. Dimitri wouldn’t stop singing. She gripped the sides of her head, “For the love of god, stop, Dimitri!” She growled out. To her surprise, the singing in her head stopped and she let out a sigh of relief.

“I was trying to get you outside.” The voice whispered in her head softly with a chuckle.

Y/N froze at his words, looking around slowly through the darkness. She saw a figure laying on the grass. She approached slowly, trying to discern who it was. Once she saw it was Clint laying on the grass knocked out, she got closer and leaned down, “Clint?” She whispered, shoving his arm slightly trying to wake him. He must've been out on a nightly jog. She was about to speak his name again when a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up onto her feet and turning her to face similar red eyes. She looked at the man in the darkness, staring at his red eyes. He had blonde hair, scars across his face. She grabs onto his arm that held her neck, trying to force him to let her go. The next word passed her lips with a growl, her red eyes staring angrily at the man in front of her with his hand around her throat.

“Alexei...”

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parvulous-writings · 3 years ago

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Murders // Alex Law x Reader

Request: Hi! I have a request: I just recently watched a shallow grave and I’m obsessed with ewan mcgregor as Alex Law. Could you write something where he tells you about the murders because he feels like he can trust you, he also may or may not be in love with you. We love angst. Thanks!

Requested by: Anon

Summary: the request

Warnings: mentions of death, homicide, cadavers. Slightly ooc Alex?

Words: 1.6K

Notes: Mmmm Alex Law. That is all. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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Things with Alex had been, well they’d been strange over the past couple of weeks or so. You didn’t know what it was, but he kept trailing after you wherever you went in the flat; not in his usual way, which was often to pester or tease you, but for another reason. You had no idea what that reason was, but you could tell it was bothering him. Sometimes he would glance up, only briefly, but you would catch it out of the corner of your eye. You tried to bring it up to him on several occasions, but he would always brush it off, saying that he was fine, and then “What the hell are you talking about? I told you I’m fine. Really. Just leave it.” But no matter how annoyed he sounded with you, he wouldn’t stomp off like he often used to. It always seemed to get worse whenever David was in the room with you. Alex would tense up, and his eyes would be trained solely on his glasses-clad roommate. David would occasionally stare back, but very few words were ever said between the two of them.

Tonight, though, was different. You were sat with Alex on the lime green sofa, more laying than anything, his arm draped over your shoulder, eyes on the TV as one of Alex’s favourite schlocky shows played on the screen. He was mumbling quietly along with the host, laughing softly when the audience did. Things seemed almost normal, it was nice. You couldn’t see or feel his tenseness anymore, which allowed you to relax ever so slightly beside him, you head falling back on to his arm as you watched whatever it was Alex had put on, you still didn’t know what it was. But it was making him happy- he even dropped a few of his sassy and sometimes crude comments throughout the show’s runtime. As the show started to draw to a close, Alex shuffled a little bit. The tenseness returned, and the silence between you became almost unbearably awkward. He cleared his throat, and you moved to sit up for a moment. You glanced over at the clock- it was half past ten, fairly late. You’d need to head off soon if you wanted to be home before eleven, or lower the risk of getting jumped in the street. “Do you want to stay over?” He asked you, and you give him a rather surprised look. It wasn’t the first time that Alex had invited you to stay over at the flat, but it was more his tone that caught you off-guard. Usually his voice was dripping with a flirty undertone, suggesting a much more intimate activity than just sleeping in the flat. This time, though, it seemed more genuine- staying over seemed to be the primary thing on his mind. “Sure,” You nonchalantly agree, shrugging slightly before you settled back down in his arm. You both fall silent again, awkwardly watching as the TV droned on and on, though it was unclear if either of you two were really paying attention to the show being broadcasted.

Alex cleared his throat again, catching your attention. “Can I ask you a question?” His voice is quiet, “Hypothetically?” You weren’t unaccustomed to Alex’s ‘hypothetical’ questions. They were often a point of contention or the root of teasing, but it was all in good fun. “Alright then. Hit me with it.” You say to him- he swallows his nerves and starts to speak again. “If a someone you knew told you that they had been involved in burying a man out in the woods, and was involved in killing a couple more... What would you do?” Silence falls between the pair of you again as you start to think. Like most of his questions, it was an odd one, borderline insane to be precise. You just put it as his over-active imagination making him think of wild scenarios. “I don’t know.” You chuckle, shrugging lightly. You’re not sure whether to answer honestly, or playfully. “What kind of answer do you want, Alex?” “A proper one. Like... A serious one.” Oh, well that was different. “Okay...” You trail off, thinking it over for a second. “Well, I’d probably leave, and tell the police.” You shrug, thinking nothing of it. This wasn’t the answer Alex wanted though. “What if it was me?” He asked you, and you gave him an odd look in reply. “I’d still do that, Alex... Just because you’re my friend doesn’t put you above the law.” This seemed to unnerve and annoy him even more though. “Don’t look at me like that!” You tell him, “You’re the one who wanted a serious answer, and you got one!”

Alex paused, though only very briefly. “Yeah, I guess...” He grumbled, but he still didn’t seem very happy. You gave him an odd look. “What the hell has gotten into you?” You asked him, “You’ve been acting weird for weeks!” “I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He’s started to shut down, to put a wall between the two of you, as he pulled his arm away from you. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” He muttered, rather spitefully, as he rested his cheek on the knuckles of his balled fist. This had not gone the way he had hoped. If you didn’t react the way he thought you would at the hypothetical- how would you react to the truth? He may have been slightly delusional, but that didn’t occur or matter to him. “Well, you want to talk about it?” You offered, trying to be a little bit soften than you had been a few moments prior. “No.” Came his short, pointed reply. He started to move to try and get up from the sofa, but you held out an arm to stop it. “Oh, what now?” He whined. “We finished the conversation, just let me go, will you?” “No- clearly there’s something actually bothering you; you can tell me. I’m your friend, that’s what friends do, isn’t it?” You ask him, and he rolled his eyes, huffing back down into his seat. He knew that you were right- but that didn’t stop his nerves from rising. He knew that what he had done was downright wrong- he may not have known or acknowledged it at the time, but now the guilt followed him everywhere. Every corner, it lurked in the shadow, he saw the flickers out of the corner of his eye.

“The question wasn’t hypothetical.” He spoke suddenly, looking into his lap as he wrung his hands. You stayed completely silent, words escaped you. Your mind went blank, and you just stared at him. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “You... You, what?” You were still trying to wrap your head around what he was trying to say to you. He finally looks at you, and his eyes are just... Sad. They hold an almost melancholic look, his hurt surfacing for once. “I wanted to see what you would do... I wanted to tell you.” Alex started to speak again. “Because... Because I think you’re the closest person I have now, and- and I wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to lie anymore, I don’t want anything between us...” “Alex, what did you do?” All of a sudden, you’re hyper-aware of every little movement he makes. Every shallow breath, every blink, every twitch, your brain registered it. Your heart started to race, a sick feeling started to settle in your stomach. As it sunk in that Alex was admitting to having a hand in a murder- whether it was the killing blow or not- you wanted to run, but you were rooted to your seat, paralyzed besides your mouth, which seemed to speak of it’s own accord. “What did you do?” You repeated, sounding much harsher.

“I didn’t kill the second two!” The auburn haired scotsman exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “I didn’t even kill Hugo, that was his own bloody fault!” You vaguely recognised the name Hugo; Alex had mentioned him some months ago, and never brought him up to you again, so you thought nothing of it. “We buried them out in the woods...” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why are you telling me this, Alex?” “I already told you. You’re all I’ve got, now. Juliet’s shut herself off from everyone, and David... Well that’s best left unsaid.” He murmured, glancing through the doorway to the chipped blue paint of his flatmate’s door. Neither David or Juliet were here with you now, you supposed that that was both a blessing and a curse. “I should call the police.” You mutter, almost fearfully. Alex seems rather hurt at the fear in your voice, and he slowly nods. “They already know about the bodies... But I’m not going to stop you if you want to tell them it was us.” He’s completely given in to you now, his fate is in your hands. Do you really want to turn him in?

No. That was the answer from the most selfish depths of your mind. It’s the answer you decided to stick with, as immoral as it may have been. You look him dead in the eye as you speak. “What do I do?” It takes him a moment to register that you are in fact not going to contact the police about his and his friend’s misdeeds, and he’s instantly sat beside you again. “Stick with me, please. I won’t let either of them get you, I just... I need you around.” Alex said to you, slowly, as if it were difficult to admit this even after admitting his crimes to you. To him, it was. You nodded slowly in response, and Alex silently acknowledged that you may still change your mind on it yet. “Alright.” You whisper. “I’ll stick around.”

#alex law #alex law x reader #shallow grave #shallow grave x reader #Ewan McGregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #requested #requests open #please request

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falling-c · 3 years ago

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Thoughts

Hey guys, I guess this is my first time uploading anything on this account. Well, we all of our first of anything right? Might as well enjoy it.

Lately, I decided to watch the new Proud Family, Louder and Prouder on Disney+. Let me tell you, it was not what I was expecting. Along with the addition of Michal as one of the core group, we have the new extremely woke girl and her brother who were adopted by a gay couple. That’s something that personally I love to see but it’s also a topic for another day.

Right now, I wanna talk about another new character, and the guy who looks like Penny main love interest, Jerome. I love this man. He is an amazing character to have in modern day black television. I know it may be a hot take, but a six foot six black male in a tv show who doesn’t do sports, NOT BECAUSE HES WEIRD, but because he simply has no interest. It’s amazing because it breaks a stereotype that we as black people have for ourselves.

Trust me when I say I understood a large part of his struggles. I myself am a 6’10” black male in college. Yes, I actually do play basketball but for me it’s never been something I really cared much for. To me, sports have always been a burden that distracts me from work. It takes up so much time and usually adds more stress into my daily life. I know what you’re wondering, then why do it? Well I’ll tell you this it’s not because financially, I wouldn’t be able to afford the college I’m currently at without it. It’s for the exact same reason I wanted to write this.

I play basketball because if I don’t, there’s something wrong with me. It‘s one thing for it to be only the white people who view it that way but it’s something completely different when a black person does. It takes away apart of the blackness I have. It robs me of being anything more than tall-for-nothin or a-waste-of-height. No matter what level I’m on academically or artistically, that doesn’t matter. If I don’t play then I am the one something is wrong with.

To see someone represent this mindset if I am more than an a athlete and I don’t have to be that, it’s powerful to me. My parents, on the other hand, saw this and said that it was goofy. How are you gonna be that tall and play the cello? With the last bit of the episode as well, when he told Penny to be true to herself and we found out he could play but was pretending he couldn’. My parents reacted with so he’s pretending he can’t play and going of to play cello, weird, goofy. I understood why he would do that too. When you have people walking up to you everyday, asking the same questions.

“How tall are you?”

”You play basketball?”

”Who you play for.” It gets exhausting! As I said before it’s one thing if it’s white people only but it’s not. Since when did the ideal standard for black men become tall dumb athlete? Why is it that for so many people the moment they hit a certain height we are cursed to either play a sport we may not really care for or be subjugated to the list of people considered weird just because we refuse to play a sport.

I remember when I first started playing basketball. It was just before fifth grade. I didn’t care for the sport. In fact, I didn’t even wanna go, but my parents had me go anyway. It was good for me to interact with other black kids my own age and from early on my parents thought I had some sorta skill. To this day they remember me playing against teams filled with people from the real hood and their drug dealer of a coach and how everyone else on my team was scared besides me. To be honest I don’t remember that day, I don’t remember most games I played. By that point I just did well because I knew I could go to target if I did well.

Along with that I can tell you how later on my performance on the basketball court would get me into more trouble then Some bad grades ever would. People always say student athlete but let’s be real for both black and white people it’s a lie in regards to our young black men.

why do we have our men coming out of D1 college with useless degrees? Why do we have our men not getting to college on an athletic scholarship and breaking down because no colleges are looking at them? Why do we have young boys getting prepped to go and play sports with the idea that the NBA is their future. People love to talk about Black Leadership this and Black excellence that, but when are we going to realize that our young black men are all being filtered into the same cycle that keeps the rich people up in Nike wealthy?

To me Athlete’s are glorified slaves and yet we encourage our young men to pursue being the head negro in charge. Dreams like being a doctor, a musician, a lawyer, they’re cute but meant for people under 6ft. Once you’re above that it’s time to shoot for the league or find some shitty job to work at but hey at least you can say “Yeah, I hoop.”

I know it sounds strange for some but how did we come to have our values so … confused.

#personal thoughts #proud family louder and prouder #black men

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stanknotstark · 4 years ago

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Toxic + Toxic = Healthy

Summary: You and Loki break up. Both of you deal with it uncharacteristically. Loki sleeps with girls that look like you and you mess around with Thor in retaliation. It’s all very healthy stuff here.

You and Loki had had an unceremonious falling out a couple weeks ago and called it quits on the relationship you had built. You had been dating for 6 months but Loki had started an argument about how you didn’t love him, that you lie to him, that you probably sleep with men behind his back. Everything was false, of course, you’d never do that to Loki and it hurt that he even thought that. So, you told him that you need some time to think and Loki having to have the last word said maybe breaking up is the best option. You agreed and while you saw the shock in Loki’s eyes at your agreement you were too pissed to care and left.

What makes it awkward is that you both live in Stark’s tower and still have to interact with each other. What makes it even more awkward is that the rest of the Avengers walk on egg shells every time they’re in the same room as the both of you.

You’re taking it like a champ, you feel. You only cry about it when you go to sleep at night, in the privacy of your own room. Sometimes when you spar with your teammates you might hit a bit harder than necessary. You even manage to speak with Loki civilly. On the outside it would appear that you’re completely fine with the break up, but on the inside and behind closed doors you’re literally falling apart. You’re sure the only person who realizes this is Natasha because that woman sees everything.

You almost lose your composure the first time you see Loki bring a girl back to the tower. It’s only been three weeks and he’s already whoring around. You’re livid, he claims to love you then gets over you in three weeks? Bullshit.

What you fail to realize at first is that the girl he brings to the tower kind of looks like you. It isn’t until you’re in the kitchen eating breakfast that you realize this. She comes in, only wearing one of Loki’s too large t-shirts and enjoys a bowl of cereal with you.

You don’t get mad at the girl, you’re mad of course, but she’s not the problem. She doesn’t know what happened between you and Loki. She has no idea you even dated Loki. So you talk with her like you would any stranger. With a happy smile, a joyful voice, and morbid curiosity about having a new person in the tower.

“It’s really cool to see the tower from the inside. I always look up and imagine what you guys live like.” The girl says with a smile at you.

You smile back, “It’s pretty laid back, honestly. Nothing too exciting happens around here.”

“That’s what it looks like,” The girl laughs a light laugh, “I doubt I’ll ever come back, Loki said it was a one time thing, but I’m happy I got the chance anyways.”

You squint at the girl when she’s not looking at you because she’s eating her cereal and question everything. Loki doesn’t do one night stands. That’s what the god had told you the first time you both fell into bed together. He had explicitly stated. “If I bed you, I mean to have you forever, I do not play games when it comes to courting.”

You hum at the girl and truly look at her. Her hair is cut at about your length and although the color is a tiny bit off it’s still in the same general shade as yours. Her features are vastly different from yours but her body shape is almost exactly like yours too.

At this conclusion you’ve thought of three things. One, Loki is trying to make you jealous. Two, Loki is showing there are many other girls just like you he can use. Three, Loki is still hung up on you and has really bad coping skills.

You bring you mug up coffee to your lips as you ponder over your conclusion and raise your eyes when Natasha walks into the kitchen. She raises her brows at the girl, with a glance to you, who introduces herself as Nat reaches in the fridge and pulls a carton of eggs out.

As Natasha waits for her pan to heat up so she may cook her eggs she questions the girl.

“What is it you do?”

“Oh, I’m an accountant for a small company here in-” The girl stops and looks at you, concerned when you start choking on your coffee, “-are you ok?” She asks, you nod still choking a little but get it under control.

“I used to be an accountant, I started out with a small company based in Colorado then moved here when Stark offered me a better job.” You tell her.

“Oh! I just started my job seeing how I just graduated, but it’s my dream to work for someone as significant as Tony Stark.”

You smile and nod, “I’ll put in a good word for you, see if we can get you a promotion you can’t deny.” You say, glancing at Nat who is smirking devilishly at you. You truly do want the best for this girl but at the same time you’d like to see Loki squirm with his one night stand working in the same tower he resides in.

The next time it happens is two days later. This time you’re in the common area with Bruce, teaching him how to play Minecraft at night when the elevator dings. You both look up and see Loki ravishing some poor girl on the elevator’s wall. They let out small moans and gasps. Then Loki turns and looks out the elevator to see you and Bruce staring at them, game completely forgotten.

You’re sure Bruce is wide eyed and blushing like crazy, you can’t see his face seeing as he’s turned towards the elevator. However, you control your face and look bored with a raised brow at Loki.

“My apologies, I thought I had pressed my floor.” Loki says.

The girl he was just basically eating up giggles and pokes her head around his body to look at you two.

“We’re really sorry!”

They both pull from each other but don’t truly stop touching, they’re just in a presentable position now. Loki pushes his correct floor number and you watch as they disappear in the elevator.

When Bruce looks at you he’s not blushing or wide eyed. He actually looks a bit green in the face.

“You ok?” You ask, confused.

“It’s wrong of him to do that to you. He’s smart, has to have his floor memorized. The only way he’d hit this floor was because he knows you’re here.” Bruce says with a sigh, the green hue in his face receding.

You chuckle, nodding to the controller in Bruces hand so he can continue harvesting his wheat.

“It’s ok, he’s always been really bad when it comes to coping skills.”

Bruce watches the TV as he harvests wheat but gives you a glance with a raised brow.

“The women he’s bringing to the building look like me. Or at least the first one did for sure, I wasn’t really looking at this one. The last one even had the same job I used to have.”

Bruce frowns at the TV then realization dawns on his face. “Now that you mention it, this girl did have the same characteristics as you...”

You hum with a small smile. “Loki is going to be Loki, I’m just trying my best to get over him and move on.”

You watch as Bruce pauses the game and looks at you with an evil grin. You’re a little shocked because you’ve never seen the doctor show any emotions like this. His eyes are far away in thought, but he smirks with malicious intent.

“What if you dated one of us? Not really, but in public you would kiss and hug, hold hands do all the couple stuff in front of Loki?” Bruce asks.

Your face must be shocked because Bruce chuckles.

Breaking from your shock you smirk back at the doctor. “And just who would I date?”

Bruce thinks for a second, “Well Loki....” Then you see a sinister look come over his face. “Thor.”

You gasp and slap Bruce on the shoulder, “That’s evil, Bruce!”

Bruce chuckles and shrugs his shoulders with a now timid look on his face.

“I live with a bunch of people that have perfected getting under each others skin, I’ve picked up on how to do it too.”

“I’ll talk with Thor later. Tell him of your nefarious plan, it’s genius!” You say relishing in the fact that you’ll be able to break Loki’s heart more, the god deserves it you justify.

You talk with Thor and kickoff the plan right away. The next morning, Loki actually comes in and has breakfast with his one night stand across from you at the table as you enjoy staring at the newspaper, waiting on Thor to come in. They’re being sickly cute, feeding each other, giggling, and just overall making you want to throw up. You know Loki is truly nothing like this, he’s just putting on a show for you.

When Thor walks in he gives a big good morning, throwing you a smirk Loki misses because he’s too busy kissing ass to his girl. Thor makes coffee for you and brings it over to you. When he sets it in front of you he says, “Just how you like it!”

Then Thor leans down and takes your lips into his. Thor really puts on a show and brings a hand up to caress at your jaw as he delves into your mouth with his tongue. When he pulls away you’re breathless and look up at him with adoration. Both the gods really know how to use their mouths...and tongues for that matter.

You lick your lips and look at the girl Loki brought home when she makes a remark.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones who got lucky!” She giggles.

You smile at her, glance at Loki who is glaring daggers into you, then look back up to Thor as you raise your coffee mug to him and say, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Thor smiles down at you and offers to make you breakfast but you decline saying you need to help Tony with something. Before you leave the room Thor pulls you into another kiss, lets you go, and slaps your ass as you walk away. You give a small yelp and giggle. Enjoying every second you feel Loki glaring at you before you leave the kitchen.

You spend a few hours with Tony just talking as he works on his suit. You came down here to hide and be happy at the whole situation that had just happened. Tony laughs uncontrollably when you tell him what’s going on.

“This is either gonna turn into amazing make up sex or a really big argument.” Tony says, wiping a hand over his face, smearing it with oil.

You laugh as you sit on his work table, swinging your legs.

“As long as he hurts just as much as I do, I don’t care which one happens.”

“That’s toxic.” Tony states without malice. “But so is Loki so it kind of cancels each other out, right?” He asks, throwing you a devious look tapping his wrench to his chin as he does.

“Ya, we’ll go with that.” You say, jumping from the table, getting ready to leave the lab.

“Thanks for letting me hide for a bit.” You say.

“Anytime!” Tony says over his shoulder as you leave.

You’re walking down the hallway to your room when Loki materializes out of nowhere and pins your to the wall. His left hand pins your waist to the wall, his right hand is balled in a fist and rests on the wall next to your face. His face is inches from yours, absolutely livid.

“You play with fire without thinking about the consequences, sweetheart.” Loki spits out the nick name you used earlier.

“What? You didn’t expect me to fight back when you started fucking girls three weeks into our break up?” You ask through gritted teeth. “You were supposed to be in love with me Loki, if you were really in love you would have waited a bit longer.”

Loki’s face turns to regret before he gets angry again.

“You could have went for anyone other than my brother, you can’t act like you’re holier than me.”

You scoff and push at Loki who doesn’t budge. “You started it when you brought home girls that look like me. Making me think I was expendable, replaceable.” You say, your voice cracking when you say replaceable. “I may act like I’m fine all the time but my heart is in pieces Loki. You decided to take my heart and step all over it like I meant nothing to you!” You begin crying.

Loki furrows his brows at your tears, like he actually cares that he’s the one who made them fall.

You close your eyes so you don’t have to look at his face anymore. Silently crying there. You feel Loki wipe your tears with his right hand, his left hand keeps you pinned though which is smart because if you could break his grip you’d run from the situation. His right hand stops wiping at your tears when they stop falling and slides his hand down till it’s cusping your neck.

“That was not my intention.” Loki finally says in a soft voice.

You open your eyes and frown at the god. “So it was just you trying to cope in a really bad way...” You say, deflating in his hold but leaning into his hand. You haven’t felt his touch in weeks and your body is practically craving it. You hate that you react like this.

Loki gives a sad smile. “We are a concoction of toxic chemicals. We may not get a happy ending...” Loki whispers, his thumb caressing your jawline where his hand holds your neck, his eyes roaming over your face, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re worth every second.” Loki finishes, closing his eyes and kissing you.

You lean into the kiss, tasting Loki and losing yourself in his mouth as he dominates your weak fighting with tongue. His left hand comes up to grab your hair and pull at it causing you to gasp into his mouth. He practically swallows the gasp and moans. His right hand squeezes your neck then drifts down over your breast, making sure to flow over your nipple, and then grabs your hip in a bruising grip and pulls your body to arch into his.

When you pull from his kiss you look into his eyes and see nothing but love and lust. Then it changes to a frown and insecurity.

“Did you sleep with him?” Loki whispers, not sure he wants to know the answer.

“No.”

Loki sighs and uses both hands to hug you into his body, burying his face in your neck. When he pulls away to look at you you see the love there again.

“I love you.” He says sweetly.

You smile up at him, “I love you too.”

#loki x reader #angst #loki #reader insert #my writing #toxic + toxic = healthy #my thoughts on this is that this is SO toxic #but i wanted to write this situation and didn't know how to handle it without some toxicity #come on loki would be a TOXIC ex #he would constantly remind you why he is better than anyone you date #flaunt that he's completely fine even when he's not #at least pre ragnarok loki would

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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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Famous S/O HC

This is very self-indulgent cause I’m the type to make up fake scenarios where I’m famous and going on interviews and press tours asfjdks. If you guys want, I’ll make more of these! Oikawa+Tsukishima underneath the cut!

How The Haikyuu Boys Find out that You’re Famous

-Bokuto- (Pro-Athlete)

Bokuto knew you were an athlete but he had NO IDEA that you were super famous. Like he always thought it was normal for people to come up to you after your game to ask for pictures or autographs ???

I mean that’s why he was so drawn to you because of how much passion you had for your said sport cause duh he could relate

One day when you two were out at the mall, he told you that he needed to get new shoes to work out in and so the two of you went into the Nike store so he could look around

He was looking through the shoe aisle and after almost two hours of looking through the same shelves, he finally found a pair he liked (shopping with him is so time-consuming but that’s for a different day)

when he found a pair he liked, the two of you made your way to the cashier to pay for his shoes. As the cashier was ringing Bokuto up, his eyes traveled up to the large poster/banner that was directly behind the cashier’s area and smiled to himself

It was a colorful promotional banner with a bunch of top athletes from around the world and as he’s looking at the banner, he sees this girl and he nudged you like,” Babe, she looks like you!”

You look up from your phone and sure enough, you’re plastered on the wall posing with other athletes

“ Oh yeah, I didn’t think this shoot would come out until next month.”

Bokuto didn’t even process what you just said but my dude behind the cash register stopped scanning the shoes to turn his head to the banner and he turned PALE.

He even does a double-take cause hold up, is there seriously a pro athlete in front of him?

“ Oh my god...You’re Y/N L/N!”

“ How do you know my…” Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the banner again and he even squinted like hold up

AND IT ALL SUDDENLY CLICKS FOR HIM

“ Y/N? That’s you!”

“ Yeah-”

Bokuto can’t even believe it and he totally spaced out when you take a selfie with the guy behind the register with the banner in the background like UMMM HIS GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS WHAAAAAA

“ YOU’RE ON A NIKE POSTER OH MY GOD! LOOK YOU’RE ON THIS MAGAZINE WHA-”

Dude is totally making a scene in this store but he does not give a single fuck

As he’s walking you back home, he’s looking up all of your stats and even watches a compilation called “ 100 times Y/N L/N was a beast!” and he’s just shooketh

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE A FREAKING PRO ATHLETE??”

“ I didn’t think it was a big deal I mean, you’re pretty famous too babe.”

“ I DON’T HAVE A PROMOTIONAL BANNER WITH NIKE!”

He’s not salty at all he’s just a bit emo cause he felt bad that he never even noticed before

As your fame grows, so does Bokuto’s with his volleyball career. You and him are described as a powerhouse couple and it really hypes the two of you up like THE POWER YALL POSSESS TOGETHER ON AND OFF THE COURT/FIELD/WHATEVER

Lots of training together and joint interviews together like Wired autocomplete or your favorite ~THIRST TWEETS~

“ ~Bokuto could spike a volleyball in my face, crack my nose in two different places, and I’d thank him~ oh my god that’s horrible I would never do that.”

“ I mean, you’ve done it before haven’t you?”

“ That was different anyway, your turn Y/N!”

*passes that clunky ass bucket*

“ ~Y/N L/N, please tie me up and- oh my god this is too dirty I can’t! My mom will watch this!”

If you’re a pro volleyball player, you two get compared a lot and it bugged you at first since you felt like you two were two very different in terms of playing style but after a while, you both started to encourage the idea of your own playful rivalries like comparing stats and wins

But if you’re in a different sport, you two get asked questions like who’s sport is harder or what it would be like if you two switched sports like??? But because you two are in different fields, you both have such major respect for each other cause you can’t even imagine how much hard work it is

He absolutely does not mind it at all when fans approach you two if you guys are on a date. He knows how important your relationship with fans are, especially if they’re younger girls who look up to you as a role model

Bokuto will fall in love with you all over again whenever you crouch down to a younger fan ughhhghgh

He doesn’t care for the paparazzi to be honest. he knows it comes with the territory but he will get a bit protective if they start to get too close to you

“ Hey, we’re just trying to get back home so just let us through please,” but if it continues, he will not give a single fuck about being nice,” dude, what did I just say? Back off!”

Mad!bokuto will be the death of me

He knows how stressful it is being a pro athlete but he will always remind you how proud he is of you and if he ever sees you overworking, he will make sure you take a day off even if that means just napping together all day

Long story short, Bokuto would be amazing to have by your side as you’re navigating being in the public eye and you may quote me on that

-Oikawa- (Actress)

This attention whore I swear

So Oikawa knows that you act but he doesn’t know that you’re an actress (which is basically the same thing)

Like as a kid you were in commercials and you had a small role in a tv show but it wasn’t like it was super popular.

But what Oikawa didn’t know was that a couple months before you two started dating, you were flown out to America to star in an upcoming and highly anticipated movie

since you were under a contract, you weren’t allowed to talk about it until the trailer dropped and it ate away at you because all you wanted to do was tell people especially your boyfriend

ANYWAY He decided to take you on a date to the movie theatre and as you two were getting popcorn, these girls came up to you two

“ Hi! Is it okay if we can get a picture with you?”

“Of course, how could I ever turn down my lovely fans-”

“ No, not you, Y/N!”

Oikawa is just flabbergasted as the girls hand their phone to him so he can take a photo of you with your fans he deadass thinks it’s some prank

After the girls left, he gave you a weird-ass gaze and asked you what that was about but you just shrugged and told him that maybe it was because of ur mini part in that one tv show

So he thinks nothing about it and teased you that it was so cute how you had a mini fanbase and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty freaking cool

You guys entered your theatre and got settled into your seats as the movie trailers started to play.

(Oikawa loves watching trailers like this dude is the type to take you 45 minutes before the movie actually begins JUST to make sure he doesn’t miss anything)

As you’re chilling in your seat, you see the trailer to your movie so you do your best to keep your eyes on your boyfriend and the screen at the same time cause you want to see his reaction

The trailer plays and Oikawa seemed to be interested in the movie but again, it’s like any normal trailer UNTIL he hears your voice coming from the screen and he immediately sits up in his seat

“ Wait- was that your voice?”

“ My voice?”

“ Nevermind, I think I’m going crazy-”

AND THEN HE SEES YOU ON THE SCREEN! Since it’s a trailer it was just about five seconds of an intense/dramatic scene but it’s enough for Oikawa to lose his mind

“ OH MY GOD THAT IS YOU!”

This prompts some people in the audience to shush him but Oikawa doesn’t care

“ OH SHUSH THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND! Y/N! THAT’S YOU!”

“ Toru oh my god yes that’s me but stop screaming or they’re gonna kick us out!” You whispered loudly as Oikawa clamped his hand over his mouth

He’s so happy and he’s beaming with pride so he pulls out his phone and records the trailer to post it in his group chat cause duh he wants to show the boys how proud he is but when he sees you kissing someone else for .6 seconds, Oikawa just (ㆆ_ㆆ) and stops recording

“ Are you okay babe?”

“ Was that real or CGI?”

“ The building crumbling is all CGI-”

“ No...the kiss.”

THIS DUMBASS LMAO HE’S SO SALTY AND JEALOUS

“ Why didn’t you tell me you were this good?”

“ I- I was always this good! But I couldn’t say anything, I’m under a contract!”

“ But you could’ve told me! I wouldn’t have told a soul!”

That’s a whole ass lie, if he knew, he would’ve bragged about it to Iwaizumi

But foreal, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend like as months pass and your following gets bigger, he just gushes cause yep that’s his famous girlfriend ( he will 100% use you sometimes for clout)

this dude LOVES bragging to his friends that he’s dating a famous actress. Like he was always showing you off and hyping you up before but it gives him such an ego boost when people find out the two of you are dating

Oikawa is an attention whore like I said so you know whenever the paparazzi appears, he eats it up and will pose which is SOO embarrassing like pls why do u do this

But there are some days where you don’t want to get recognized and he 100% understands so the two of you will wear disguises as to not get recognized. One time you two ended up getting caught so he just grabbed your hand and the two of you SPRINTED back to the subway

He will have all of your movies on DVD and if your movie is on a streaming service, he will buy a membership JUST so he can watch your movie

Sometimes you’ll come over to his house and he’ll always try to make you watch your movie for the millionth time

“ Toru, can we please watch something else?”

“ But my extremely talented and beautiful girlfriend is in this movie why would I watch anything but this?”

Don’t be fooled he WILL skip through any kissing scenes or scenes where your character shows any type of affection to another character

LOVESSS tagging along with you to photoshoots, interviews, red carpet events ALL OF IT

Red carpet events give him a chance to dress up and lowkey his outfit is always one of the best there. He won’t outshine you per se but fans actually look forward to see what he’ll be wearing and he’s not even in any of the movies I-

Your schedule gets pretty busy once your career takes off and even though there are certain time periods where you’re across the world, it won’t stop him from sending huge bouquets to your set

Basically, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend and is overall so proud of how you managed to juggle your studies with your acting career 10/10 best boy

-Tsukishima- ( Musician/Singer)

You and Tsuki had only been dating for a bit and since it was all still new, he kept it on the down-low because the last thing he needed was his teammates pestering him about a girl

Tsuki knew you liked to sing and write songs but you never told him about how well known you were simply because he never asked

He just assumed it was a side thing for you UNTIL he showed up to practice and some of his teammates were huddled around Noya watching something on his tablet

“ Move your elbow! I can’t see-”

“ Watch your hand-”

“ Shush! I can’t hear her-”

“ What are you idiots watching?” Tsuki asked as he craned his neck to look at the screen

No one answered him so he started to watch the music video and low and behold, your face popped up on screen singing along to your lyrics that he’s heard a million times

Tsuki is a bit taken aback cause why is his girlfriend in such a high production video and why is his heart feeling some type of way seeing you in that outfit

Like lemme just take off my glasses and see that again ( •_•)>⌐■-■

” Where did you guys get that video?”

“ What do you mean, it’s online? She’s trending right now-”

“ God all of her songs are so good I want to see her live-”

“ I can’t believe she goes to school with us-”

“ I wish she would step on me-”

“ Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend like that,” Tsuki said dryly as he glares at the back of Noya’s head, which prompted everyone to turn around

“ You’re dating Y/N L/N? Ha! That’s funny Tsuki!” Tanaka laughed as he slapped Tsuki in the back harshly

At first, even Tsuki was questioning himself like wait, is he even sure you’re dating? cause this girl in the music video was NOT the same girl he was on the phone with last night

If you had asked Tsuki 10 seconds ago if he would ever reveal to the guys he was dating someone, he would say helllll no but now that he knew about this, he didn’t care about keeping the relationship a secret especially if they were thirsting over his girl

He had all the proof in the world that he was dating you but took the salty approach to prove it to them. He pulled out his phone and shot you a text even though you were in class

Tsuki: Come to the gym right now

Y/N: is everything ok?

Tsuki: just come quickly

You left your class to “use the restroom” and practically rushed to the gym thinking that something was wrong with your boyfriend. You slid into the gym, causing the boys to look up from the tablet and you ignored their shocked faces

“ Where’s Tsukishima?”

The boys slowly did a doubletake from the music video back to you to make sure they were seeing correctly and even though you were a bit embarrassed to hear your song playing in the background, you were just worried about Tsuki

Tsuki walked out to you from behind the guys and you rushed over to him

“ Babe, what’s wrong?”

“ BABE?!”

The boys were shocked and the second years practically FAINTED in your presence

Tsuki pulled the tablet from Noya’s cold, dead hands and showed you the screen,” Care to explain this?”

“ I- Um, it’s my music video…”

“Well are you famous or something?”

“ I wouldn’t say famous…more like upcoming artist?”

And then the next week you’re a nominee for the VMA’s asjfkghdk

honestly out of Oikawa and Bokuto, he probably handles it the best on the outside, he doesn’t make too big of a deal out of your fame but on the inside he’s can’t even believe it

He doesn’t go around shouting to the world that he’s dating the Y/N L/N but he has his own ways of supporting you. He’ll listen to your songs whenever he’s walking in the hallway or doing homework at home and he’ll catch himself liking tweets that are about you as long as they’re positive

He’s def the type to argue with people online if they say mean comments and will report/block them before you can even see it

IDC how much he tries to hide it, he is deadass ur biggest fan. Tsuki will tease you about how nervous you act during interviews/award shows but he will ALWAYS go with you to ease your nerves even if he had prior plans

If you ever write a song for him, he gets SO RED AND EMBARRASSED so pls do that

Will def call you baka for doing so but deep down, he’ll fall in love with you even more cause you’re able to put into words how he feels about you

I don’t think he’ll be too comfortable with you posting about him but he knows he can’t do anything about people taking photos of the two of you out together in public

Tsuki would never be rude to your fans though like if you were recognized during a date, he wouldn’t make a fit and will take photos of you and your fans to speed the process along

He HATES HATES HATES the paparazzi’s like it’s one thing for fans to come up to you when yall are in public but he gets mad when the paparazzi harasses you with questions/pictures/comments

“ Y/N! Turn around and give a smile!”

“ Not right now, I’m sorry.”

“ Oh come on, don’t be shy! Just show the camera a little skin!”

“ How about you shut the hell up before I smack that camera out of your face.”

Head empty, no thoughts, just thinking about Mad!tsuki

It’s a big adjustment for Tsukishima that he has a girlfriend in the entertainment sphere but he knows how hard you’ve worked for it and he would never tell you to stop living your dream

Sometimes he’ll feel insecure because you’re so successful and he doesn’t want to hold you back but since he can’t imagine being without you, he just pushes those thoughts away and enjoys every minute with you

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