#I would like to learn how to have more control over my subconscious. I’m sure it’s possible through mindfulness and certain exercises

[angelnumber27]

I want to draw my dreams but I don’t know if they are clear enough in my head for me to get a comprehensible image out of. Idk if that makes sense but I want to take what I dream about visualize it and create things based on it

[ggoddesssenergyy]

Can I change my past, present and therefore my future instantly in my 3D?

For example, going to sleep and deciding that when I wake up my past, present and future will change and everything will be changed and materialized in my 3D, not just in my imagination?

Or, for example, enter the void state with the intention of changing my past, present and future and have everything materialize in my 3D instantly?

your past only exists in memories.

sure, if you go somewhere and buy something as a souvenir, it’s evidence you went there. but you actually going there only exists in your memories. you can’t go back and change that, but you can forget about it. how you went and bought that souvenir is something you can totally change in your and others’ memories.

clap your hands. if you’re alone, which I’m assuming you are, the only person that saw that happen is you, therefore it only exists in your memories. nobody else has seen it to evidence you doing it. but clapping your hands isn’t happening in this moment anymore, so you doing the action doesn’t exist anymore.

I found that focusing on the past can be a blockage. when manifesting an sp, I thought of all my past experiences with love where I was rejected and rejected and rejected. but that only exists in my memories, so don’t pay attention to those memories, because they don’t exist anymore. if you’re focusing on something you went through yesterday, that version of you doesn’t exist anymore. you are you today. the person you were 10 seconds ago isn’t who you are now, you’ve most likely learned or saw new things that you 10 seconds ago hadn’t.

but wanting to change other people’s past memories is totally possible. always remember this, your 3D is a projection of you. so if you want your friends, colleagues, classmates, crush to forget how you fell down the stairs today, just affirm they’ve forgotten it. feel that they’ve forgotten it. and you must act like they have.

remember in the movies when the loser nerdy kid did something embarrassing, everyone teased them for it. but when the blonde cheerleader girl that could and would ruin your life did something embarrassing, nobody dared to even remember it. and then when the loser nerdy kid gained more confidence in his character and actions, everyone forget about his loser nerdiness. acting with confidence, like nobody would dare to remember your mistakes, is a very powerful tool. because when you act with this confidence, you vibrationally align with what it is you want, meaning it is easier for your manifestations to come to you because you are on the same vibrational level as it.

in person, i’ve also had people ask me about pictures. pictures and videos are direct evidence of places you’ve been, people you’ve seen, things you’ve done. but of yourse you can change them. why? because your 3D is a projection of you. so if you want to go downstairs and see that embarrassing school picture of 13 year old you with bad skin and wonky teeth looking mildly better, affirm that that picture looks better. some way, some how, it will appear better. and affirm that nobody remembers the old picture.

when sleeping, you can 100% use the void state to manifest what will happen when you wake up - which will be your future. from the moment you fall asleep to the moment you wake up, hours will have passed, therefore you have manifested your future. but remember, affirming ‘I am’ or ‘I have’ in present tense is the key to manifesting. but the void or void state is a very easy way to manifest. when entering the ‘void state’, what you are simply doing is entering a deep manifestation state where your alpha and theta waves take over. this makes it easiest to manifest as your subconscious is more in control, therefore giving you a chance to change its belief system which will change what it projects into your 3D. as long as your confident with your visualisation and affirmations and remove or disprove any doubts, then manifestation can be instant.

to disprove doubts, simply ask yourself, ‘why would that happen?’.

I won’t get what I want. why? why wouldn’t you get it?

I don’t deserve my manifestations. why? why don’t you deserve them?

they won’t come quick enough. why? why won’t your manifestation come quickly? are you not a master manifester?

it isn’t about changing your present.

when you think about it, the present doesn’t wholly exist. everytime the clock moves another second, we are another second into the future. so it isn’t about changing what we see in are present, it is about changing what we’re going to see in the next few seconds, or the next few days, or months, or years.

if the past only exists in your memories, and that is the only way they can come into fruition, then we can create ‘future memories’ that we tell our subconscious are going to happen. so when we think and think about something we want to experience in our future, what do we call that?

visualisation.

once harnessed, visualisation can be one of the most powerful manifesting tools. try this exercise:

close your eyes and picture the room around you. imagine everything. look to the window, look to the biggest thing in the room. imagine all the details. now picture yourself standing up and going to get a glass of water. feel the floor beneath your feet, does it change when you walk into the kitchen? feel the cold glass around your hand, feeling the weight of the glass increasing as you fill it up, feel the cold water running down your throat, refreshing, right? now go get a glass of water exactly as you imagined it.

this shows your subconscious that the things you visualise really do happen in your 3D, and makes visualisation so much stronger for you.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

okay okay maybe i’ve heard people make noises like that recently. maybe i hear noises like that and worse every day. smart ass. my point was that it was bad. well, i was TRYING to make a point.

i’m not actually angry. please don’t be scared. as i said at some point earlier, you literally cannot anger me.

hey, would you maybe be ok if they used some of his clothes for bandages? i’m not sure that’d be super practical, but it might be good for something. i realize that some subjects might be sensitive, because obviously and i don’t bring it up to upset you eating your best friend is gonna be a tough conversation. i won’t suggest it. why? it’s gross. it’s a LAST LAST resort. that doesn’t mean that the dead guy sitting in the “basement” is useless. i know that sounds terrible, but hey. you can’t really complain about resources if they’re available and you’re desperate.

i wish you guys had a communication system. maybe someone could write the alphabet and you can point? with your nub? you have your entire right arm, you’re just missing your hand. if an even higher power is listening, you should totally let me speak with anya or swansea.

speaking of the fellas, i’m digging the slumber party thing you’ve got going on in here. cozy! this room is really getting busy, huh? im glad anya covered the screen. its not super calming. i wish i could change that thing.

our recent talk of classical music has got me reminiscing. oh how Death reminisces… reminiscing about you and your isms. you would be making dinner or whatever you’d do while listening to music on earth, and you’d subconsciously… how do i even describe it? not dancing, but moving with the music, just following it. moving your hand in a certain way with the strings, fingers would follow some piano, and the rest of you would follow it, sometimes you’d make little noises with the percussion, when the winds would hit a particular note, you’d raise your nose following the vibrato, just stuff like that. i don’t even know if you ever noticed it. i know other people did.

there was this one time when your mother’s friend noticed it while she was over, and she thought it was the cutest thing. it was, you were this little guy just doing your little thing with your little hums and taps. when you were little, and you’d walk, you’d make little noises with every step, carrying mousey everywhere all the meanwhile. you started talking early too. you were such a little whimsical kid. oh lord *sniff* GOD. that kind of stuff makes me BAWL.

(loud blubbering is heard, it’s clearly not genuine sadness, but the cries of hyperbolic affection.)

oh, you were funny. you still are, but your loss of… important things… has stripped you of your ability to express certain things. when you get back and you get all your cool robot prosthetics, you’ll re-learn that stuff. i can’t wait see that. i can’t wait to see you live again.

i think you’re gonna make it.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vzZII-1A-VQ

🖤🖤

Okay, okay. Was being genuine, for the record.

(Thanks.)

Well, they're covered in his blood, so we'd have to clean them first... It's, uh, it's fine. We've got a few more bed dividers left, plus the bedding in the lounge. Anya's ripped up most of the top of her coveralls, too. They're not really coveralls anymore. More like trousers. Anyways. We don't need to go there.

Don't know. Motor control's been better, you know? And anyway, it isn't like I can pass these suggestions along... ugh.

Hah. I guess so. Personally I'm not feeling cozy at all, but the thought's nice. Yeah... I'm glad for that, too. It keeps falling down though. The only time it landed on me was while she was out of the room... It was only me and Swansea, actually. She and Daisuke were getting food. But Big Swans moved it before I could suffocate. Cheers.

Wow. It's still strange how you know everything Makes sense, obviously, but... Yeah. I don't particularly remember doing all that. Not on purpose, at least. Sounds like something I'd do though, hah. Other people noticed...?

Pfft. Those were the days. ...Seriously? Hah.

Well, thanks for that. ...I hope so.

!!! Thank you!!

[thekimspoblog]

As far as the bowling balls thing? Yeah that was incredibly dangerous... which is why I don't buy it when fans say Kim "didn't think Howard would get killed". Like is Kim just an idiot? Maybe, but "We're talking about a career set back" is very much the kind of rationalization Walter White would do. One of the very first things you learn in law school is how easily pranks (or even things with good intent) can result in massive consequences. Hell even that scene where they're throwing beer bottles off the balcony, that could have brained someone and the show would have been over two seasons sooner. I don't think Kim was actively planning to kill Howard obviously, but I do believe she harbored generic "Hate my boss, fantasize about his head exploding" animosity. And again, maybe she even thought ripping the firm away from him would do him a kindness, make the scales fall from his eyes. She already played a small hand in Chuck's suicide, and clearly internalized her blame, so going after Howard was just doubling down.

Rationally, I'm sure when she says "We're talking about a career setback" she means "I'll be super duper careful. I have everything under control. What are the odds he will get hurt?" But subconsciously, she HAD TO have known... "What are the odds? Pretty good actually. But... damn it it's her money, she earned it. Hasn't she waited long enough for success already? She'd use the money so much better than HHM would; she could change the whole state for the better! Not to mention... she never thought she'd want a family but being around Jimmy makes her feel so safe and like herself. A nonprofit serving for the greater good, a shiny new life to mark a new chapter, those things are more important than one man's career/life right? Cost of doing business; it's what he would do to her!"

I think it's really fascinating how what happened to Howard was one of the only times the plan backfired AFTER working as intended. Jimmy's an idiot who keeps insisting he has everything under control when he clearly doesn't, but at least most of his stuff failed because there was some variable he didn't consider and the plan didn't go as intended. With Howard, the scam was already functionally over; the harm that was inflicted was the harm intended. The only problem was that apparently Step 10 of Kim's plan was that afterwards Howard would bounce back, and because of a freak accident that never came to pass. But come on, Kim had to know Howard wasn't ACTUALLY going to bounce back. And even though Lalo appearing was a freak accident, I'm sure on some level seeing Howard drop dead felt like she had wished on a monkey's paw.

It's not that I hate Howard with a burning passion or anything. It's just that compared to other deaths (of brown people) in Breaking Bad, Howard's death felt like a pretty run of the mill tragedy. I knew even in the early seasons that clearly this hate-sink character had a little more depth to him. But even that depth was pretty shallow, and Howard just played the role of the scapegoat too well NOT to be sacrificed to the plot demons. I just have to wonder how it would affect Kim's sense of guilt to know that no matter what she would have done, the arc of the story probably would have bent towards axing him off. And in fact if she didn't do these awful things herself, there's a good chance she would have been in that fridge instead. When I say "Howard deserved it" I really mean "We all knew someone needed to die for the grand finale; it might as well have been him"

Oh yeah, I’m with you on that while no one was expecting Lalo to show up and shoot Howard Kim (and Jimmy) knew that it was more than “just a career setback” and would have a devastating effect not just on Howard’s career, but also his reputation, social life, mental health, etc… But she was able to justify it to herself like you said with “l’ll use the money for a better cause” and “he’d do the same to me” (except I don’t think he would and I’m not sure she’s convinced of it either). But yeah, it’s really interesting that the plan technically DID work! And it would all have “been Ok” had Lalo not shown up

I do wonder how Kim would have grappled with the fallout of the plan, had Howard survived, been disbarred and ostracized, etc…

As far as my Kim v. Chuck headcanon? Well we know there were several years where Kim was working her way up as an associate while Jimmy was still working in the mail room. That means that because the story is largely from Jimmy's perspective, there were probably many interactions between Kim and Chuck we didn't see. We know Kim admired Chuck at one point, but by the time he's hospitalized, when Kim is asked if Chuck behaves "irrationally" she just goes quiet. And sure you can say that's just because his mental health has been declining with the EHS stuff, but I think there was an actual point in the timeline where she lost respect for him.

Knowing Kim, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a case - let's call it "State v. Maxim" - that had some sort of heavy precedent on women's rights. And Kim was heavily skeptical of Chuck's strategy, but he dismissed her misgivings as her being a greenhorn. HHM lost the case and set a bad precedent, but that's not why Kim held a grudge. No. She lost respect for Chuck because she saw Chuck would sooner blame the courts than admit he did a bad job. And it set her early on a track of "I need to be at the same level of authority as these old white dudes or higher if possible" but at the time she still thought she could break that glass ceiling just by working hard.

My only evidence this happened - besides just thinking it adds an interesting fucked up layer to her decision to help Jimmy in Season 3 - is a cryptic line from Season 1 where Rich tells Chuck he "always expected him to be arguing in front of the supreme court one day" and Chuck just goes uncomfortably silent. As if Chuck had the chance once upon a time and blew it.

And of course my other headcanon (although State v. Maxim fits into it) is the Blue Iris theory - that Kim was dealing with a pregnancy scare at some point between "Hit and Run" and "Point and Shoot" and that at least CONTRIBUTED to why she was acting like such a freak instead of telling Jimmy that Lalo was alive. She thought she was going get the settlement money, THEN she would be able to pull him out of the cartel and they would either skip town or just hire a shitload of body guards, and they would live happily ever after using the Sandpiper nest egg to finally put the past behind them. Then Howard got popped and she realized if she just kept getting in deeper, she was going to get both Jimmy and herself killed. She felt like having a normal life with him was a pipe dream and she was stupid for thinking she could have it. Besides, I think she was already kind of a tokophobe, and if she didn't view her bond with her own mother as something monstrous before, she certainly did then! She realized she could NOT allow a child to be brought into this mess.

Ooh I love that headcanon with Chuck! I totally envision something like that happening. Chuck may have been correct in the whole switched address chicanery, but his refusal to back down and admit mistakes definitely seems in character, even in situations where he IS wrong and DID make a mistake

I could definitely see him ignoring a woman’s voice in a case concerning women’s rights, because she’s a newer lawyer and not as experienced professionally

The idea of Kim possibly being pregnant during that whole arc and not telling Jimmy about Lalo being alive still because of that is fun

Departing pretty broadly from the established canon now, but I believe in the week she was dealing with that (it was only stress-related amenorrhea, but given Kim's strong sense of independence the possibility sent her spiraling) one night she stayed up late after Jimmy went to bed and happened to catch a midnight broadcast of Dario Argento's "Suspiria" on the classic movies channel. Something about that movie - the feeling it creates, the lighting, the music - it just infected her dreams. Became permanently entangled with the questions that crazy week left her with: "What if she was being watched by something even more dangerous than the cartel? Something invisible. If Howard's death was so statistically unlikely, why is it her gut knew this would happen all along? And if she and Jimmy really were poison together, what would their child have been like?" She ran to the opposite side of the country, but the song wouldn't leave her alone. The dreams/nightmares of those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes wouldn't leave her alone.

[marilysugarcoated]

I have no words to describe how I feel right now

All i can really make out of this huge messy ball of unidentifiable emotion, is my unwavering gratitude.

Thank you. so much.

objectively, it sounds dumb and stupid that I’m getting so worked up over the ending of a “silly minecraft series”, but it is so much more than that. To me, this represents something so much bigger, -a hard truth i refused to confront.

Growth is inevitable, and childhood does not last forever. I knew that- I’ve always known that. and still, a part of me had always rejected the idea of change. I’d always described myself as an optimist who was open to change; someone who embraced and relished in it. I held a firm philosophy in not mulling over outcomes you couldn’t control, and i did whatever I could to keep myself in that ‘healthy’ positive mindset. I knew that if I’d done anything differently, the girl from my childhood would wander farther from my reach.

Eventually, the favourite foods id once adored as a kid began to lose its flavour, (I’d briefly wondered if they’d changed the recipe) I began to notice the slight changes in my behaviour and body language; more tentative- almost insecure. The results from personality quizzes did not match with those I’d taken in previous years, I never really realized exactly how withdrawn I’d become.

Reality was rearing it’s ugly head, and we couldn’t have that, could we? -so, I desperately clung to anything and everything that was reminiscent of the little girl I’d grown to know so well. Subconsciously, i started regressing- I found myself helplessly depending on others, unable to go out anywhere without a stuffed animal, frequently putting my hair in pigtails, and engaging in more child-like activities, (at least, more than usual.)

These past few years, I’d felt as though I had lost my sense of self. I would force myself to feel and act accordingly to this perceived version of me. ‘Turns out that this ‘version of myself’ was just the girl I was before. Before the pandemic, before high-school, before I’d learned that the world was not all cotton candy and sugar cookies.- before; where my worries consisted only of stardew and genshin- before; where being happy was my default.

Watching the final episode snapped me out of my delusional reverie, and it felt as though Stampy had allowed me a sense of closure. I was beguiled when his video popped up in my youtube recommendations, not to mention the fact that it was his FINAL episode.

In truth, I didn’t expect it to hit me as much as it did. I mean, I hadn’t exactly planned on spending my saturday night sobbing to a minecraft let’s play vid lmao. Sure, in retrospect this really isn’t as big of a deal as I’m making it seem. And to that I say; yea. lol im even cringing myself out a bit, but hey, i’ve always been one for theatrics. ;)

But really; as I scrolled through the comments (still crying btw), I’d finally allowed myself to mourn, and confront the fact that I have grown up. I could no longer consider myself a little kid,, and that’s okay. it will be okay.

This is the end of an era. further more, it is the start of something new. The real world awaits, and i have Stampy (and others) to thank for the person I am today:)

It has been such a privilege to be part of this community of others raised alongside me, and to have had the pleasure of little-me experiencing the elation she’d felt when Stampy posted a new video.

Sincerely, thank you. Thank you soso much Stampy, for bringing so much joy and laughter to us many young kids— turned young adults

It’s been an unforgettable ride:)

Now, all we can do is move forward.- Take life as it is, and carefully construct our own worlds so that maybe, (just maybe,) they can become as lovely as yours has. ❤️‍🩹🐈

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Your feelings are totally valid. His behaviour was unacceptable. He has approached you out of the blue and been very aggressive. It would unnerve most people tbh. There's no shame in that. I think today's culture is if women complain or object, they are Karen's and that is a subconscious fear for a lot of women. That they are being unreasonable and hysterical for no reason. But you're not being dramatic or anything. I think it's excellent you have a camera for your own dog as actually evidence he is talking through a hole in his head. Also well done for taking the initiative and getting your alarm and phone in order. It's always good to be prepared and on the alert. Don't be afraid to defend yourself or scream in any instance or fight back/cause a rumpus if the occasion calls for it but that's only in extreme situations. Mostly just get away from the person, male or female, and go somewhere secure. He just sounds like a very bitter vindictive person who has spent a long time being abusive or creepy towards women for too long, and when a man collars him, he just deflates like a sad little balloon.

Try to not worry about him. Just be alert and sensible in the sense this has happened and it's good to keep an eye on it general. But don't let it blacken your whole existence. The stress and anxiety though caused by it can make you feel very wound up and upset though which is completely understandable. I don't know if there's anything you can do on the NHS or online to learn how to be confident and assertive? That might help with your panic attacks etc if situations like that trigger you. It's just I worked in retail and I live in a bad area, so confrontation with other people is rife, and I was experiencing major anxiety attacks. I started practicing speaking up for myself and this helped a lot depending on the situation. I do just recommend getting away from the person and not engaging. But sometimes I just couldn't and standing up for myself helped a bit, like I felt more in control. It's something I would be interested in learning myself if it was like cognitive therapy or similar to build confidence etc

Thank you again for your messages, you’ve really put my mind at ease and helped me with this!

I’ve definitely not let it stop me, Bobi and I have been out and about all over the village and haven’t seen him again! He hasn’t apologised and I’m imagining he never will, but tbh I’m okay with that as I’m sure he would have cornered me again to apologise and started it with “I’m sorry BUT”

We’ve been finding new ways of helping Ada in the garden as well. Usually when we find something new it works for a few days then she works it out. But we’re mixing things up and she’s been so much better this week.

I’ve also downloaded a new app:

It was developed by Panic Guard Ltd for the Hollie Gazzard Trust and is named after Hollie. The Hollie Gazzard Trust was set up after the murder of Hollie Gazzard at her salon in Gloucester in 2014 by her then boyfriend – Asher Maslin, who had actively stalked Hollie during an abusive relationship.

I don’t know if it’s available in all countries but I hope it is because it’s fab and has made me feel so safe. I live in a sleepy village and never thought I would need something like this but I’ve got it, I’ve set it up and realised you never know. It doesn’t matter where you live, it’s best to be safe.

Which I hope you are too, I’m so sorry that has happened to you and I think you’re super strong! If you can, download this app and make sure you are keeping safe as well. If you find something to learn about that, let me know! Because I think it would be super interesting as well!

I’d love for the nhs to teach me how to be confident and assertive but for now I have a very lovely Bulgarian friend on my college course who is the most amazing, confident and assertive woman I’ve ever met who is giving me all the help in the world.

❤️

[xarrixii]

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“Okay, but who actually thought this was a good idea in the first place?” Masked, Harlow squatted eye-level to a metal, slanted bench under a bus stop canopy.

Raiden poked it with a stick, adjusting their gas mask. “Someone. You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“I…” Harlow cocks his head, rummaging for the lighter they’d nabbed from their pocket. “I’m fine. Don’t feel guilty about it if we get caught. It’s better off they find me and you get off scot-free.”

“You’re not the sacrifice.”

“I know, but you have things you can do to help others.”

“So do you,”

“But not as easily.” Harlow clicks on the lighter, feeling at the different heights of the support beams. “You know a good place for that graffiti?”

Raiden subconsciously grabbed at the sling bag Harlow had quickly knit together harboring a variety of different spray paint colors. “Oh, you bet I do. We’re set on Flash Fire, then?”

“It is our namesake.”

“Because my dad⸺”

“Would not care if you made a bench at the same angle as the ground.”

They grumbled to themselves.

“Your dad also wouldn’t care if you destroyed spikes littering the concrete or melted an overhang against a wall.”

“Then I guess there’s no time like the present.”

Harlow snickers, freeing the hand along the bench to gently guide the lighter flame in a plane line to even out the bench.

“How do you do that?”

“Just heat it up. And don’t explode it.”

He watched the fire turn blue with the slow circling of Raiden’s pointer finger, metal slowly melting down until the bench was angled just as the ground was, or as close as they could get it.

There was a dripping puddle showing off their work as Harlow snapped the lighter shut, solidifying relatively quickly.

“That went… Surprisingly well.” Raiden turns to look around the street. People walked by without a care in the world. Harlow stood up, taking a deep breath. “You’re alright?”

“I just don’t know what I expected. Someone to complain? Call the police? It’s a bench, I just…”

“Not like anyone else actually likes all this stuff either. Smoke against a wall in the rain? Nope. Try to sit down? Slide off the bench trying. Get shoved around on a crowded street? Meet my friend, the spiked corner.” Raiden takes his wrist and starts leading him away from the bus stop. “One bench is nice and all, but there’s more than that around.”

Harlow cracks a smile, jogging along and making templates of fire for Raiden to heat up with a great degree of care to spikes, other slanted benches, “arm rests” in the middle of benches, etcetera.

After they both finished wedging a metal sheet between a wall and an overhang to weld it together and block rain from falling through onto someone who might just want a night’s rest, Raiden led Harlow out to an alley wall where they set the bag of spray paint cans onto the ground. Harlow dug out his phone and turned on the flashlight while Raiden adjusted their gas mask again.

“The phone still works good, right? Sorry that it’s just my old one, again.”

“It’s great.” Harlow picked at one of the screen cracks. “It’s got personality, too. You’re all over it.”

“That⸺” If Harlow squinted, he could swear there was blush there somewhere. “That sounds way too dirty.”

“Paint, come on. You said you worked on the design for three weeks while you were bored in class. Don’t hype it up just to never show it to me.” Harlow turned the brightness to level five and lifted himself to sit on a closed dumpster, shining the light against the wall.

After a long while, the sun’s light began drooping away.

“So, how do you do that?”

“Do what?” Harlow was kicking his legs back and forth.

“Control fire so… precisely. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Uhhh…” He thought about it for a while, deciding on just the right amount to explain. “My brother was an electrokinetic, and he’s the one who got trained, so a lot of what I learned of fire was because I used it like bolts.”

Raiden seemed to juggle between two questions, shaking up the can they were holding. “That can’t be it. You’d still learn how everyone else does it through the rehab training, wouldn’t you?”

Harlow was silent.

“Urb?”

“Well, it’s not exactly a, a uh, group training. They actually like to pull everyone out one-by-one. It’s not… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright.”

Harlow’s legs had stopped swinging, instead dangling standstill off the side of the dumpster before he brought them up to his chest. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t. Even. Worry about it, hey?” Raiden took a step back, throwing the can back into the bag. “Well, what do you think?”

Even though it was beneath a mask, he could feel the smile that latched itself onto Raiden’s face, the way their shoulders went up and their stance went wide. Confidence.

Harlow smiled back. “It’s perfect.”

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HOORAY FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THE DAMNED ANTI-HOMELESS ARCHITECTURE!!!

damn all of the "spaces for wheelchairs," spikes, and purposefully uncomfortable places where someone might seek out shelter. damn it all!

[whoreforhorror]

Hi!! Can i request Hannibal and billy loomis (if not both then just hannibal is okay) with a reader that has see-through vision? Like their vision can penetrate almost any object, allowing them to see through walls, peer underground, or even examine the contents of a person's body.

Hi! So sorry this took so long to come out, work has been kicking my ass. This is a really unique idea! Hope I did it justice, but I couldn’t really figure out how I wanted the rules of the ability to work, haha. Not sure if I like how this came out but I’m happy as long as you are!

Hannibal and Billy Loomis with a reader that has x-ray vision

General rules of the ability: Using the ability is like unfocusing your eyes. You can do it if you think about it and try but using it for a long time or frequently can cause eye stain and head aches. You can control how far you see through and what you see through, but they both cause strain the further or more complicated it gets.

Hannibal Lecter:

Hannibal, more than likely, found you through the FBI. You’d been using your vision to help solve difficult or cold cases. You’d wound up crossing paths with him during a case in which victims had been buried. You marked the different plots in which people were buried and certainly caught Hannibal’s eye with your accuracy.

He’d ask about you and would subsequently learn about your ability to see through anything. To say he’s intrigued is an understatement. He’s been in the medical field for a long time and has not once heard of anything like this. You were a medical impossibility and he had complete access to you. 

He’d get to know you and slowly gain your trust until he could ask just about anything from you and you’d listen. He’d have you look at people, marking imperfections in their muscle tissue and bones. He’s making a foolproof method to tell who would make the best meals.

Hannibal’s going to keep you around as a sort of pet for a long while, picking out the best meat like a well-trained butcher whether you knew it or not. He’ll ‘uncover’ an illness that’s been rapidly becoming more concerning. You definitely need in-house care and Hannibal is more than willing to step in to help.

You grow on him, much to his surprise. You’re not only kind, respectful, and subconsciously obedient but also smart, sharp-witted, and humorous. Slowly, he grows to enjoy your company, maybe he could evenly he looked forward to it.

He’d have you help with his psychiatry from time to time, checking for tumors or physical causes of the patients' ailments. You become his partner in his practice and he feels as if you fit by his side. You were a puzzle piece he had been missing.

He’d taken into mild consideration before this point the headaches and eyestrain, but after he’s grown accustomed to you, he’s much more caring about the physical side effects. He’ll only ask for you to look through a few people or things a day and would most likely stop if you’re really hurting. 

If he’s gone too far out of necessity or greed, he’ll warm up a pack to place over your eyes and make you some tea. He’ll encourage you to take a nap and will give you some painkillers. Just be aware that he won’t let you leave. He does care about you but you’ve become a very important part of both his practice and eating. He refuses to lose that.

Billy Loomis:

You went to the same school as Billy, and were made fun of by other students after your secret was revealed. He didn’t really have any feelings about it, laughing at a joke or two but not really caring, until Stu made some off-handed comment about wondering if you could see them as Ghostface from behind a wall. That jumpstarted his thoughts about you and your ability.

He’ll sit with you at lunch and try to gain your friendship. When he thinks you’ll accept, he’ll invite you to join him at Stu’s house for a movie night. He’ll get you to accept whether you want to or if he has to guilt-trip you. He’ll put on a horror movie he knows the killer hides in and ask you whether you would, in theory, be able to use your ability to see the killer in their hiding spot. When you say yes, he’s instantly working on a plan.

He can use his normal gig to kill you, because you’d be able to find them. The best he could do is sneak up on you or wait until you’re asleep. He can’t have you alive if you’re not on his side because it’s too much of a risk. You could see them if they hid and could probably see through the costumes as well. Billy couldn’t have that.

He talks it out with Stu and lands on killing you in your sleep. They’ll wear their costumes just to be sure, but there’s not going to be a phone call. What they didn’t account for is you not being asleep. They’d been nearly silent getting in and aside from a creaky spot on the floor, had not made a single sound. Your door gave a creak as they opened it and, instead of finding you asleep on your bed, they find you sitting on your bed, studying for an essay taking place the next day. They shared a look and decided, fuck it, they were going to go for it.

You’d fended them off, barely, thanks to the freshly sharpened pencil you had in hand. They ran and you were left, panicked and alone. You were scared and didn’t know who to call. Most people didn’t like you, but you had one friend. Billy.

He was shocked that you called in the first place. He hadn’t spent much time with you but you had called him in a panic, asking him to come to your place because you’d just been attacked. He asked if you’d seen the attacker’s face (for his own sake to make sure you weren’t going to attack him when he got there) and you responded, saying you’d been in too much of a panic to try.

Billy comforts you through the night and almost feels bad about what he’d done. You were in hysterics and he didn’t really have a reason to go after you. Sure, you could throw off his plan but you weren’t involved in any way until he’d tried to kill you. He’d start to…rethink. Maybe he could get you on his side, instead…

He’d work hard to make sure you saw him as a friend, or anything really as long as you wouldn’t suspect him. It takes you not being around for a few days for Billy to realize you’ve grown on him. He enjoys your company and wants you around him again. No, he needs you around.

From his realization onward, Billy would start to genuinely care for you and treat you well, not so that he could stay in your favor but because he wants you to be happy. Once he learns about the side effects of using your abilities, he’ll try and discourage you from using it. Go too far and get a headache or sore eyes and he’ll scold you. He’d be a bit harsh at first but lighten up a bit. He’s upset at you for pushing yourself too far but still cares deeply for you at the end of the day.

[gt-daboss]

GT April Fools (1/2)

Warnings: Heavy Angst and Fearplay, Vore mention, Giants dehumanizing people

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“Are you sure she would like it?”

Melody asked, eyes locked onto her friend, yet not meeting her eyes, pointed ears shot straight up in anticipation. Well, she wouldn’t really consider Alex her friend, Melody struggled to make those, but she was the only person she could think to turn to for a situation like this. Alex, for her part, glared at her classmate.

“Hey, come on! I’m the expert with humans here, remember?” Alex scoffed, turning her nose up to Melody and purposely avoiding eye contact. Melody backed away, she DID want her help, so challenging her knowledge on a subject like this and making her angry was probably not the best idea. No, if she wanted her… the human to like her, then she would have to learn from Alex.

“No, no sorry I- I shouldn’t have questioned you, you're the expert after all, it- I mean I guess I just don’t understand how April Fools jokes work,”

Melody stated, messing with her hair subconsciously and averting her gaze to her hands. At this, Alex turned back to face Melody, smirking as if a new great idea just came to mind and she just couldn’t wait to share it.

“But if-”

“Listen if you want her to be your friend, then you gotta treat her equally.” Alex cut in, “Everyone messes with their friends, you can’t just leave her out of it, imagine if I left you out of my pranks?”

“Yeah, right” Melody responded, her frown widening. In truth, she hated Alex’s ‘pranks,’ which could be expected to be anything from ‘borrowing’ her food at lunch to more recent events like making fun of her short ears, an especially delicate topic for Taurs. Shaking her head to avoid another spiral, she focused once more on her friend. “I suppose I’ll give it a shot.”

“Alright! That's what I like to hear. Let me know how it goes, I might try it with my own humans as well, its their holiday after all.” she proclaimed, before quickly getting up and heading towards the door. “As much as it's a pleasure to talk humans with you, I’m hungry since somebody didn't share lunches today.” she teased with a wave before shutting the door leaving Melody alone with her thoughts.

With a sigh, Melody turned to her inner thoughts. Normally, she wouldn’t come to Alex for advice, but she was the only person Melody trusted for human expertise. Alex may have been kinda a jerk to her, but she was the only person outside of herself who had any experience with humans. Just thinking back to the time Alex brought one of her humans to school and showed them to her, she smiled softly just thinking about it. They were so cute!

Thinking back to her own situation, her human had barely talked to her yet, she wasn’t oblivious, she knew that she scared the human. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak and showed her teeth, or she moved just a little too fast, Evelyn would get the most horrid look in her eyes, like she was looking at a monster. Even just thinking about it made her sick to her stomach. She had to think of the positives, all the times when the human willingly went out to her, when she laughed at one of her jokes, when she let her touch her the first time. Just focus on the positives, and eventually, you will gain her trust, and maybe even… her friendship

***

Evelyn peeked out of the hole in the wall, her only safe space in the whole house. Seeing that the coast was clear, she stepped out into the open, out of safety. Today was a special day, at least, according to her Taur familiar, Melody. Over the past 3 weeks since the giant had first discovered that there was a human family living in the walls of her apartment, the two had grown closer and closer. Just a couple of days ago, the Taur revealed she had a surprise for the human, and while her parents had made it clear that they didn’t like her going out to meet with the Taur, they didn’t want to make her angry. She's already being generous not calling animal control on us... She would probably make a lot of money off it too…

No, she wasn't like that, she wouldn't sell her out to human control, or worse the farms… Melody had plenty of chances at this point, and while it wasn’t always clear what her intentions were, she had proven that at the very least she was the most trustworthy Taur she’d ever heard of this side of the border. Maybe instead of something mean, she had maybe gotten more human medicine for Mom. Yeah, that seems more like the Mel I know… Wait, Mel? Where did that come from…

*****

Slowly opening the door to not startle her human companion, Melody inched her way into the house and set her supplies down quietly. Peeking her head through the kitchen doorway, she spotted the small 5-inch Taur-like form briskly walking back and forth awaiting her arrival. She hadn’t even heard Melody come in, Taur being natural predators, and Melody was no exception. If a Taur did not want to be known by a human, there was almost nothing that one could do about it, usually resulting in the worst for the human.

Melody, for her credit, did her best to try and appear as small and non-threatening as possible, usually making sure to walk slowly but deliberately whenever she sensed the human in her presence. Though this is hardly a normal circumstance, what I’m about to do will definitely put me out of my comfort zone, I just hope Alex is right and she likes it,” she thought hopefully, subconsciously she was already imagining all the things that could go wrong. Just act like Alex, she has tons of friends and has been talking to humans for way longer than she had. Just don’t mess up, just don’t be weird, just don’t… 

She shook her head, all she was doing was just delaying the inevitable, taking a quiet but deep breath, she adjusted her hair and walked into view of her tiny friend.

*****

Being surprised when a Taur seemingly came out of nowhere always caused her stomach to drop to her feet. Regardless of if Melody meant to do it or not, any human that lived this side of the border knew that being caught without cover in front of a Taur was never good. It was hard to unlearn those feelings, these survival instincts, even if Melody had never done anything particularly scary besides being huge and kind of a clutz.

That's why when Evelyn suddenly appeared walking briskly toward her, she couldn’t help herself from taking a step back, much to the dismay of her large roommate.

“H-hey, hello! You came! I mean, you remembered! You remembered about today! I’m so glad you could make it.” Melody exclaimed in her softest voice, making sure that she remembered to keep her body in control. Making sure her hands were kept securely in sight and low, a small smile hiding her sharp canines dutifully behind her lips, and the hardest part: avoiding staring at Evelyn with her “hunter eyes” as she had called them.

Just stick with the plan, Just stick to the-

“Y-yeah, of course, I wouldn’t miss it no matter what. S-so… what kind of surprise do you have in store for me? All good things I assume?” Evelyn joked though she almost didn’t want to know the answer. Getting ready to bolt at the shortest notice, 

“I- I hope so. I mean I hope you will like it. If you don’t please tell me right away, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Melody assured, I don’t want to scare off the closest person to a friend I have, just don’t. Mess. This. Up.

Listening to Melody’s cluttered speech from the kitchen counter, Evelyn sat. Even with the enormous size difference, there was just something so disarming about the giant. It almost seemed like she was more nervous of the human than vice versa. Standing there, shifting from one foot to another, fingers fidgeting with her mouth taut in a hopeful smile, Eve had begun to wonder if some of the stories of Taur cruelty had been overexaggerated. Meeting the kind Giant’s eyes she saw nothing in them that conveyed the brutality spoken of in legend, only a girl who wanted nervous about making a new friend. Is… is that what Melody thinks of me? A friend? 

Slowly she felt herself relax, this was Melody she was talking about. The same girl who left out small bits of food, the same girl who went out of her way to buy human medicine when her mother got sick. The same girl who kept her a secret from her roommate. The warm feeling of renewed confidence flew through her as she steeled her nerves and stepped forward towards the giant, to the openness of her kitchen counter.

“Of course, I mean, yes, I’ve been waiting all week for this surprise, It’d be pretty silly of me to not accept my host's gracious gift.” Evelyn joked, for the first time feeling something close to comfort in the presence of the Taur.

Unfortunately, the feeling was not to last. First, it started with Melody cracking her smile open just a little too wide, showing her canines. Then, within the same moment Eve had truly begun to trust Melody, the giant’s hand shot out in a sweeping motion across the kitchen table, with her in its trajectory. Evelyn's heart turned to ice and her muscles refused to move. The only thing she could do was stare, all the memories that the two had shared together flashing before her eyes. She barely even registered the giant, clammy hand scooping her up and restricting her, Melody’s claws mere inches away from her face. Had it all been a joke? Had this entire time just been the giant’s sick game? 

Melody please! Please put me down, I'm scared, I don't like this, please, PLEASE! She tried to voice, but her mouth wouldn’t respond.

Before she could even get a hold of her new surroundings, they were once again flipped on her head, literally. Now dangled upside down by her leg, Eve had a perfect view of her friend’s- no her captor's face, smiling wide lips parted slightly. Once again she tried to speak, but once again her voice failed her.

“You ready to become my meal.”

At this, she lost it.

Any hope of the Taur letting her go vanished, the sparks of friendship built within the last weeks were instantly erased. Tears began gushing down her cheeks blurring her vision, and with her body finally allowing her to take a breath, her senses returned and she screamed as loud as she possibly could.

“PLEASE please please don’t eat me! MOM, DAD! ANYONE! Please don’t let her eat me please. I don’t want to die! Melody I’m sorry Ple-”

Just as quickly as she was shoved into this situation, she was thrown out of it, literally. She felt a burst of movement as the hand that once restricted her flung towards the table dropping her there abruptly and scratching her leg in the process. She rolled a couple of times across the table before being able to orientate herself.

When she finally caught herself, she wasted no time looking back at the giant, bolting towards the uncovered electrical outlet as fast as her limp could carry her. Not caring about the trail of blood her trek created, she wildly scrambled through the outlet into the safety of the walls. Heart beating a mile a minute, the only thought that coursed through her mind was that she needed to run. She needed to get away from here. Get away from the predator just beyond the safety of the walls. 

****

When the words left Melody’s mouth she immediately knew she fucked up. Meeting the human's gaze and feeling her body go rigidly solid before tears started flowing from those beautiful crystal green eyes nearly broke her. But the scream that followed completely shattered her. 

The voice of complete fear and helplessness. That she felt like this was truly the end and that Melody was going to actually kill her and she needed to scream to her friend to-

Friend? I’m no friend to her. Not after that. She urgently needed to make this up, but the frog in her throat wouldn’t let her. 

And the begging that followed, how she pleaded for someone, anyone to help her. Her mom, her dad, anyone and anything that would protect her from Melody. She felt bile rise in her throat at the notion of anybody hurting Evelyn, and the fact that the theat was coming from herself…

Melody couldn’t take it anymore. She needed this to stop, her heart began to spiral and without thinking she got the human as far away from her as fast as she could. Even in this she failed as her quick movements caused her claws to cut the leg of the human girl.

As she watched the human hobble away, the stickly sweet smell of human blood wafted into her nose. She hated it. But seeing the human stumble and crawl into the outlet, she now lacked anything real to focus on besides the miniscule blood on her finger.

“Wait…” 

She tried to call out, but her voice came out like a whisper, never reaching the human limping through the walls. Even if it did, why would they stop? She lowered her hand, her face now turning blank. She felt like a zombie, completely zapped of energy, she had just lost the closest thing to a friend she ever had. 

Robotically, she made her way over to her room and shut herself in. Collapsing near immediately face first onto her bed, her outer emotions finally returned to her full force. She silently wept in solitude.

Unknown to her, however, was Evelyn, listening in through the walls.

Authors Note: Hey yall, this is my first GT story, so I hope you like it, sorry not sorry for the angst :P if you have any comments or questions feel free to go off as much as you want.

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[meowzfordayz]

apple of my eye

Author’s Note: hello, hi, heyo! This is written w/ connotations of being in the USA. Update: on pg 4 atm (2am), and haven’t even gotten to the actual details of the request yet LMAO. 😭 Pacing’s being uncooperative, but at least it’s fluffy as heck. 😇 Update: on pg 5 (3am), and finally getting to the actual details of the request. 😆 Update: on pg 7 (2pm), and it’s finished !! 🥳 

apple of my eye

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~2,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Request Fulfilled: Hey,

I hope you’re fine 😊

I loved your last writing with Kyojuro.

It makes me cry so much.

It was a great work !

CanI request a Teacher Reader x Kyojuro History Teacher in the same school ?

Reader is in a relationship with Kyojuro, she works in the same highschool than him. She loves to tease Kyojuro by saying to the students they have in common some History fake news

(like Mermaids were real and The Vikings exhanged products with them).

And when the class end, the students run to Kyojuro to ask him if this is all true.

Kyojuro can’t takes it anymore 😂

I hope this is okay with you 😊

~faqs~

Recess: also known as The Golden Hour (well, technically, The Golden Half an Hour). Although, to be fair, most of elementary school is essentially Golden. Art projects? Baking soda volcanos? Learning songs? Reading buddies? Certainly, you schedule in structured academic lessons as well, but your general approach to teaching is immersive, interactive, and fun, fun, fun — Golden! Does it help that teaching elementary school grants you greater flexibility and control over your curriculum and in class activities? Sure. But do other teachers take… a different, approach?

Absolutely.

Exhibit A: your dearest Kyojuro.

“Rengoku,” you stand in his classroom’s doorway, fingers interlocked anxiously in front of you, trying to maintain a professional expression.

“[last]!” he smiles brightly, sitting at his desk—noting how the lovely color of your shirt accents the lovely color of your eyes—Whoa. Breathe. Focus, Kyojuro! “What brings you here?” What a pleasant surprise!

You restrain a sharp diss [y/n], this isn’t about you, “I have a couple of questions, actually. Do you have a moment?”

He nods. You stride to his desk, consciously willing your fingers to fall to your hips. He’s pretty you involuntarily muse, your logic and reason short circuiting as cedar and sandalwood envelops you. He smells delicious you frown faintly, subconsciously memorizing the curl of his fiery, tied hair, delighted by how perfectly stray tendrils frame his welcoming face. Stop! What the hell? Focus, [y/n].

“What grade do we teach, Rengoku?” the corner of his mouth twitches at your aggression.

“We teach fourth grade, [last],” he’s slightly confused.

“Exaaactly.” To hell with polite pretenses. “We teach fourth grade, so why are we making children cry? In fourth grade?”

He’s very confused, “We… make children, cry?”

Rolling your eyes, you lean toward him, palms flat on his desk, “No, Rengoku. You, make children cry. And I swear: if I have one more of your students visit me, eyes glistening, because you’re treating them like goddamn middle schoolers, then you’ll face a lot more than an angry coworker. They have another year of elementary, middle school, high school, and likely college, to stress the fuck out — no need to start them so early.”

He’s dumbfounded. Needs a second. A long second. To process you leaning toward him. To process and shatter at your words. I’m making my students cry? He’s aghast. They’re always chatting, laughing, and participating in class he ponders frantically Could it be their homework? His eyes narrow But if I’m making my students cry, then surely an upset parent would have contacted me? You study his actions closely, ready to pounce at any sign of apathy, but the narrowing of his eyes, the tensing of his jaw… you almost regret your harshness as dismay furrows his brows.

“I… was unaware, of this situation,” his usually radiant volume is… quiet. Ashamed. “Nobody has brought this to my attention,” he swallows thickly, “And I-” he exhales shakily, “I thought nothing was amiss.”

Of course, he believes you: if you claim his students are crying, then they’re crying. You’re acquainted, classrooms side by side. He can still fondly recall his first day a couple years ago: you’d greeted him enthusiastically, swearing to be “neighborly” and that “if you need anything, then don’t hesitate to visit — I’m right next door”. He’d visited so frequently, that you’d eventually remarked, “I’m getting the feeling that you need me.” He’d turned an alarming shade of pink, stammering, “Oh, no, not at all! I do not mean to discomfort you, [last]! Thank you for the extra staples!” Did that encounter deter his frequent visits? Nope! You’d waved him off good naturedly, hoping he hadn’t recognized your embarrassment (he hadn’t, too distracted by his own explicit, guilty fantasies). You’re a wonderful teacher — he knows you’re the favorite, and is happy for you to retain that title. An honest coworker. Humorous. Intelligent. Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Disappointed in him.

“Rengoku…” you’re soft, a possibility forming, “You had no idea?”

“Truly,” he’s firm. Assured.  Genuine. Vulnerable.

“Well,” and then you’re reaching, thumb brushing along his tense jaw.

He shudders. You squeak, immediately retracting your thumb. Fuckfuckfuck. He clears his throat. Loudly.

“What, what was, what did, you had, what else, an additional…” Look what you’ve done to me Kyojuro groans inwardly, albeit not discontentedly. He’s flustered.

You collect yourself, proud at the minimal quivering in your voice, “Perhaps… I jumped to conclusions. You’re simply the type that no one wants to let down.”

He doesn’t understand.

“Rengoku, your students visit me with their unfinished homework… it’s too difficult for them. We teach fourth grade. Homework should be an extension of in class — not a tear worthy challenge,” you shrug, “But, since I’m the only one who’s scolded you thus far, I’m going to assume you’re an amazing teacher otherwise,” you chuckle lightly, “Your students don’t want to tattle on you.”

That… makes sense. Phew. … Wait. They assist my students? They care about… my students? They care about… me?

“I owe you my thanks [last],” Kyojuro flashes his signature smile, “For assisting my students when I failed them, and for informing me.”

His statement lacks resentment entirely. He’s impressed. Relieved. Grateful. Enamored.

“You, you didn’t-” now you’re flustered, “You didn’t fail them Rengoku! You received my graceless criticism quite humbly, and I presume will follow up accordingly?”

“I will! I plan to review previous homework, and make future adjustments…” he bulldozes ahead, foggy on the lingering warmth from your thumb, “Could we get tea sometime?” he continues, “You seem to have a better schema for what is appropriate for homework, and it would be my pleasure to learn from you.”

You gape at him, your response escaping from its cozy nook in your heart before you can wrangle it back, “Alright, Rengoku. I’m available this weekend. Where and when?”

Fast forward six months, and he’s Kyojuro, Kyo — your Kyo. He’s your stolen kisses in the teachers’ lounge; your breath of fresh air walking into your classroom after your final student heads home for the day; your go-to “coworker” to swap student nightmares and successes with—not that your students are ever awful, but they can definitely be headache inducing.

“Rengoku!” a student runs to Kyojuro as he watches the school yard.

Recess, also known as The Golden (Half an) Hour, consists of a handful of teachers and a plethora of students. Oftentimes, your students’ recesses overlap, and when they don’t, he finds himself smiling wistfully I wish they were here. You’re discrete about your romantic involvement, but there’s no harm in casual conversation. Besides, you’re quick to shush him whenever he gets… enthusiastic.

“Rengoku, Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He crouches to the student’s height, grinning cheerfully, “I am here! What is it?”

“Is it true you and [last] are in love?”

He blinks rapidly. Pardon?

“Someone saw you and [last] at the grocery store yesterday! [last] giggled and kissed your cheek! How does it feel when they giggle because of you? How does it feel when they kiss your cheek? Were they your first kiss?”

The student says this hurriedly, beaming eagerly. Meanwhile, Kyojuro’s experiencing deer-in-headlights Shitshitshit, unsure how to recover from the barrage of personal inquiries. Not to mention Why does this student talk like my therapist? and It feels… like coming home.

“It must feel awesome when someone giggles because of you! Kissing is kind of yucky, but I guess it’s okay between you and [last], because you kissed them too! On the LIPS.”

Unfazed by Kyojuro’s atypical silence, the student laughs obliviously, skipping away abruptly as their friends motion for them.

“IT’S TRUUUE! RENGOKU AND [LAST] ARE IN LOOOVE!”

Sigh.

“You are positive? I do not want to interfere with your career,” Kyojuro stares at you, blushing deeply. He doesn’t want to halt your relationship, but he respects and desires your wellbeing first and foremost. Knows how cherished and magnificent of an educator you are. Knows your students, his students, anyone and everyone fortunate to learn from you, couldn’t afford to—shouldn’t have to—lose you. If I cannot nourish you, then I do not want to hinder you.

You’re both cross legged on his couch, knees touching familiarly. Remnants of dinner, pasta and red sauce (you made the red sauce, from scratch; he made the pasta, also from scratch), rest on his nearby coffee table. His floor lamp casting a mellow ambience, highlighting the tender angles of his face.

“Kyo, I’m positive,” you smile, endeared by his boyish panic, “We’ve been coworkers for years. And now we’re dating. It was bound to surface,” you poke his cheek, winking, “I wonder who discovered us… I suppose you’re hard to miss,” you tug on one of his stray, fiery tendrils of hair, “And I’m an adult. I can handle a career and a lover.”

“A lover?” his eyes widen.

“Are you playing coy, Kyo?” you wink.

“We haven’t made love,” he rasps. Sex, but not… not, love.

“Would you like to change that?” you whisper, fingers rubbing tantalizing circles on his lower thighs.

He grips your wrists gently, tone lowered promisingly, “I would like to make you my lover,” he presses your fingers to his chest, “I would like to be your lover.”

As he moves to cup your face in his steady, adoring hands, affection infinite in his gaze, you already know — you’ve been his lover for a while now, and he’s been yours.

“Rengoku, Rengoku!”

He glances up from his desk, recognizing your student as they barge into his classroom.

“Mermaids aren’t real. They’re not. But [last] read us a story today, and they said the story was based on real events. So are they real? Are they pretend? If they’re real, then how can I become one?”

Again?

Kyojuro smiles patiently, setting his pen beside his remaining, ungraded science reports, “From a distance, some sea animals can appear to be mermaids, but they are unfortunately not real. The stories written about them are fantastic though! Do you have a favorite?”

The student pauses, nose scrunched, “The one in the story [last] read.”

He’s kept track, and this is day 10—in a row—that a student, your student(s), has asked him about something utterly random and unexpected. As the two fourth grade teachers, he knows his and your students exchange “notes”, discuss among themselves, and are essentially a conglomerate. Which, he encourages — he’s glad there’s friendliness and friendships from classroom to classroom. He just never imagined you’d… weaponize, it.

It began innocently.

A shy student of yours had entered his classroom, worrying about, “What if Bigfoot steps on my house?” because they lived near a park, and you’d read a story about searching for Bigfoot — in the woods.

“I doubt the park is large enough to shelter Bigfoot, so I guarantee your house is safe from stomping.”

And then the next day, “Rengoku, sir, [last] read a story where Atlantis exists and has tons of gold. Could I go there and become rich?”

“Ah, sadly, Atlantis does not exist. As for tons of gold and becoming rich, you have a terrific attitude and determination — that will provide for you in more meaningful ways.”

And the next day, “Rengoku? I’m sorry to bother you, but, [last] read a tale about Vikings and how they conquered Europe. Are they going to conquer us? Am I gonna be a Viking?”

“The Vikings did not conquer Europe, but they were gifted seafarers and traded with many countries. Have you ever gone sailing? That could be a fine introduction to becoming a modern Viking!”

Despite his normally vast tolerance, Kyojuro’s at his wits’ end: if he gets to day 15, then he might implode. He’s creative and imaginative, and couldn’t fathom rejecting a child’s curiosity, but Why don’t their students ask them?! He braces himself now when the dismissal bell rings, knowing someone’ll rush into his classroom rambling about [last] this and story that. Does he sound annoyed? He isn’t. Well, maybe a smidgen. But only because he’s protective of his time with you (you’re both busy), and he’s accustomed to getting to visit your classroom immediately after school ends. He’s… baffled. He’s considered, obviously, confronting you about whatever’s going on, but he isn’t overwhelmed to the point of calling Mercy.

“Kyo?” you tap his ear, smiling tiredly, “Earth to Kyo.”

You’re in your bed, Kyojuro sitting with his laptop in his lap, you sitting with your book. A common occurrence, as of late. Is it risky sleeping together on a school night? Counterintuitively: not really. In fact, you can’t remember the last time you slept through your alarm. Kyojuro’s a freak of an early bird, whereas you’re as owlish of night as they come. You’ve developed a routine of staying at his or him at yours, nurturing a supportive environment of planning lessons, brainstorming solutions to short and long term issues, and grading assignments. If you drink one too many mugs of coffee, then Kyojuro reminds you of your brilliance and dedication, and that, “[y/n], lover, I think you are good on coffee for the remainder of the evening.” And if he stirs before the sun’s even risen, groggy and weary, then you’re there to place a drowsy arm on his hip, coaxing him back to sleep for a couple more hours, “M’sleepy, go to sleepy, not time for wakey yet, shhh.”

“Your students are inquisitive.”

Your head tilts, “Thanks?”

“I was recently asked about dragons, and which pet shop they could be purchased from.”

“Oh? Mhm. That’s… odd…” you’re holding in a giggle, hoping he doesn’t look at you.

He does.

Mhm! Odd indeed, lover!

“What exactly is going on in the classroom next to mine, [y/n]? What mysterious operation is [last] conducting?” his eyes glint mischievously, laptop closed and pushed aside.

You don’t notice the gleam in his eyes, too engrossed in your book as you stubbornly ignore him.

“You are a marvelous teacher, [last]. So why don’t your students ask you their scintillating questions? I am confident in your ability to answer them,” he bows his head, lips delicately skimming your collarbone.

“K-kyo,” your book trembles.

He sucks at the sensitive skin below your throat, plucking your book from your grasp, smirking at your half hearted, “I was reading t-that!”

“Rengoku,” he murmurs roughly, teeth scratching at your earlobe, “That is, Rengoku, to you. Unless, [last], you would like to become… more, intimate?”

Your fingers clutch the collar of his shirt, “I would, Rengoku,” you mouth at his chest, “I would like to become more, intimate,” fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, ghosting across his taut abs. “Kyojuro.” So. Hot. “Kyo.”

And then the heat disappears. His body, so so close, now so so far. He’s glowing, provoking, teasing — standing beside your bed instead of falling apart beside you.

“Excuse me?” you’re sassy, in disbelief, intoxicated.

“My apologies, [last],” he grins slyly, carelessly pulling off his shirt, yawning exaggeratedly, “I just realized the time. It is late, and alas, it is a school night!” 

As if his muscles aren’t contracting and flexing, their strength illuminated by the sensuality of nightfall.

As if his eyes aren’t predatory, smug, infatuated.

As if his nonchalant charade could sway your wanton, demanding exhilaration.

“You’re the expert!” you gasp.

He raises an eyebrow, “The expert?”

You pout, whining needily, “My students. When I read them stories, I tell them you’re the expert on whatever the story’s about. I tell them if they have questions, then you’re the man to ask.”

He laughs amusedly, slowly, slowly, slowly, returning to you, “And why do you tell them that, [last]?”

“Because it’s f-funny,” you whimper, “Because you’re original and thoughtful and my heart tingles when they tell me what you’ve taught them. To be brave. To be determined. Adventurous. Kind.”

Gosh I am... I am in love with you.

Growling, he pins your elbows to your bed, hovering desperately, longingly, above you. You’re sneaky. He nips at your neck. Clever. He licks your bottom lip. Devastating. He licks your upper lip. How am I going to get revenge? He kisses you languidly, wetly. It is on [y/n]. It is so. Very. On.

[soldierswar]

A Puppy

Bucky x Reader

Wholesome fluff

Plot: You and your fiancé Bucky have been fighting about getting a puppy for a little while. But what happens when you don't give Bucky much of a choice?

“Y/N we’re not getting a puppy,” Bucky groaned.

“Why not?” you pouted.

“What the hell are we gonna do with a puppy, doll? They are so much work.”

You and Bucky had been bickering about the idea of getting a puppy for the past month. It was always a dream of yours to have a husband and a dog that you could cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. And now that you were engaged and about to get married in a month, naturally, the next step would be getting a puppy.

Unfortunately, Bucky didn’t agree.

“But come one, babe,” you whined while batting your eyelashes.

“You love dogs.”

He pointed a finger at you.

“I am not falling for that glossy eye trick of yours again.”

You smirked. It really was his downfall sometimes. But much to your dismay, sometimes he had more self-control than others.

“Puppies can be messy,” he pointed out.

“My little sister had one and trust me, they take a while to get house trained, and you have to get up early to walk them every day. And they can get so stubborn.”

“And we can learn how to train him. Come on, Buck. You’ve been through a lot worse things in your life than getting a puppy.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“We’ll talk about it later, I’ve gotta go.”

This usually meant that you weren’t going to talk about it until you decide to start nagging at him about it again.

You sighed pretending to admit your defeat while he started to put his shoes on.

Then you noticed his pause. Not just any pause, but a suspicious pause.

“Y/N?” he questioned.

“…What was that sound?”

Your heart stopped the second that he asked you that.

“What sound?”

He glared at you suspiciously.

“Come on,” you reasoned.

“We live in an apartment building. There are lots of sounds.”

He didn’t stop glaring and slowly stood up and stepped over to the door of your office.

When his hand reached the doorknob and opened, you gulped. And of course, he saw what was really in your office.

“Yeah…I fucking thought so.”

Your new dark grey Pitbull puppy scurried out of your office and jumped on Bucky. Bucky didn’t react. He just stayed still.

“If it makes you feel any better I got him at a shelter. He’s 2 months old, and house trained.”

You held a guilty look on your face.

“I knew I should have been suspicious when you referred to our hypothetical puppy as a ‘he’.”

You shrugged.

“Freudian slip?”

“We’re not keeping the dog,” he huffed.

You frowned.

“Why is that your decision?”

“Why was that your decision to get this puppy?”

He looked down at the puppy that innocently tilted his head. How could he say no to that little face? You certainly couldn’t resist him at the dog shelter.

He shook his head and put his other shoe on before leaving.

“We’re gonna talk about this later.”

Okay so now he was down to talk.

When Bucky left the puppy made his way over to you for you to pick him up.

“How did you manage to get out of your crate?”

Of course, he couldn’t answer, but he just panted while enjoying scratchies.             “He’ll come around,” you assured him.

He barked happily.

“I promise.”

…

(Cont.) Day 1

When you walked in the door you were surprised to find Bucky home already. You had only left an hour after he did, and you were only gone for an hour. What surprised you, even more, was that the puppy was on the couch with him with his head comfortably resting on Bucky’s leg.

“Uhhhh…Hey there.”

Bucky was startled and looked down at the little guy.

“He um…” he began explaining.

“He was crying to get out of your office when I got here. It was irritating.”

“Mmhmm,” you answered as you began taking the groceries out of their bags. That included puppy food, bowls, and toys.

“What are those?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” you retorted.

“Umm, it looks like you’re getting ready to make him comfortable here.”

“Well if the shoe fits,” you shrugged.

“We can’t keep him, Y/N.”

The puppy then climbed onto Bucky’s lap nudging onto his shirt for attention and more scratchies. And for the next two minutes, all he did was give you reasons why keeping a dog would be a bad idea as he mindlessly and continuously pet him without even realizing it.

In fact, if you didn’t know any better you would think that this was even relaxing Bucky. Either way, he was talking to deaf ears. All you could do was watch your fiancé subconsciously make this puppy the happiest pet in the world.

When he realized what he was doing he picked him up and passed him over to you.

“You have a week to find him a new home.”

You gave him angry nostril flares. But you then thought about watching Bucky bond with the little guy that he claimed he didn’t want.

“We’ll see about that.”

…

Day 3

Three days. Three days since you brought the little guy home and Bucky still insisted on giving him up.

You were glad that he at least didn’t want you to take him back to the shelter. He wasn’t cruel like that to put him back in a cage.

You constantly bickered on why you guys couldn’t keep him. Especially since one of his first arguments was that puppies were hard to house train. But he had owners for a  little while before being put in the shelter. So he was already house trained. And then he’d claim that he just didn’t want to keep a dog…Yet his actions said otherwise.

When he wasn’t around you, you caught flashes of Bucky looking like he kind of liked him. You’d catch him giving him attention for a few seconds while checking to see if the coast was clear. Or even giving him a treat every now and again just because he did something cute. If you didn’t know any better you’d think that he was starting to like him.

That’s when you realized…You were wearing him down.

Good boy.

…

Day 4

“Alright Smokey, sit.”

The puppy sat and waited for Bucky to give him his treat.

You rubbed your eyes unsure if you were seeing what you were seeing, or if you were still asleep and just dreaming. But sure enough, it seemed like this was really happening.

You looked at where you had last left the leash and it wasn’t there. It was on the counter…And the puppies’ paws were wet. And what did he just call him?

“Did you walk him?”

Bucky snapped his head in your direction startled by your presence and immediately hardened his expressions hoping that you didn’t notice his little tender moment. But there was no way that you were letting this go.

“Did you just call him…Smokey?”

He froze.

“I…I um. I mean I figured we should call him something for his new home. We can’t have people think that we’re abusing the little guy.”

You were suspicious at how fond he sounded talking about him. In fact, how long had he been calling him Smokey?

“Smokey,” you called out in a soft high pitched voice in his direction. He immediately snapped his head, let out a little happy bark, and trotted over to you.

He had definitely been called Smokey for long enough. And the little guy seemed to like the name.

“Did he wake you up or something?” you croaked, sleep still heavy in your voice.

“No,” he answered.

“I just couldn’t sleep after 3 am so I just took him out early.”

He said that with a smile on his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” you said.

“Well, I’m going back to bed. Have fun with each other’s company.”

…

Day 5

“No, buddy you give me one paw, not jump up to give me two” Bucky sighed sitting on the floor in front of Smokey. Smokey gave Bucky a frustrated bark because of the withholding of another bite of his treat.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart just turn into goo inside of your chest. They just had to be the most adorable pair.

A few hours ago you walked into the apartment to find Bucky asleep on the couch with Smokey laying comfortably on his chest, with Bucky’s hand resting on him. You had never seen Bucky look so comfortable sleeping without you, or even take a midday nap. Another thing to point out was that Bucky just seemed overall a little more relaxed in general since you brought Smokey into the house.

Before it could go any further you decided to break the news to him.

“I think I might have found a home for him.”

Bucky frowned while letting Smokey chew on his index finger.

“What?”

“Yeah, this couple from Colorado seem really interested in him.”

His face dropped a little bit before catching himself to seem more neutral.

“Well,” he said.

“I mean…I guess he might like the countryside?”

He picked Smokey up and held him against his chest while scratching his neck.

“You think you’ll like that?”

Smokey looked him in the eyes and barked.

“There’s also another couple in Brooklyn that are considering taking him too.”

He looked a little more intrigued. As if he was pleased that Smokey would be a little closer to you guys instead of being in another state.

“Are they close by?”

You smiled.

“Yeah, actually. I think we might even know them.”

He looked even more curious.

“They’re this pretty hot couple that is engaged,” you began.

“The guy isn’t quite sure about wanting a puppy, but his fiancé is getting him around to the idea and he’s minutes away from giving in. I think you know him. Tall guy? Metal arm?”

Bucky shook his head.

“Okay, I get it,” he groaned.

“I mean I’m not sure about them quite yet, so I can call that other couple in Colora—”

“Y/N, stop.”

He held Smokey up like Simba and looked at him fondly.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked Smokey scrunching his face at him.

Smokey leaned forward to kiss Bucky’s forehead.

You walked over to your room and picked up the phone making the phone call that you needed to make.

“Hello?” you said when the call started.

“Hi,” I’m calling on behalf of Smokey.”

“Okay, I get it!” Bucky exclaimed making you chuckle since you could hear him from the living room and of course through the phone.

When you went back to meet them, Bucky was still sitting on the floor playing with little Smokey who was rolling on the floor and play biting him. And then he asked you,

“There’s no couple from Colorado, is there?”

You snorted.

“Of course not.”

“I haven’t put one ad out on the internet.”

Bucky side-eyed you, and you gave him an overexaggerated innocent grin.

“You win this round future Mrs. Barnes.”

…

Day 7

This was it. Your dream had officially come true.

You and Bucky were snuggling on the couch watching a movie, and there Smokey was curled up in a ball on your stomach.

In all honesty, you weren’t even paying attention to the movie. All your attention was the impossibly cute little creature laying on you absorbing every pet that you gave him, even in his sleep.

Every time you looked back up at Bucky, you noticed that his eyes weren’t even on the tv either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of the cute.

“Can we keep him?” you whispered for the 100th time that day.

And just like the other 99 times, he kissed you on the head and whispered exactly what you didn’t want to hear.

“As long as I’m still his favourite.”

[albakore]

Brotherly Rivalry

Synopsis (request): I enjoy your blog maybe way too much, and I just thought of something… how Diluc would be if his s/o is close to Kaeya and vice versa ?? I think these two would be more jealous if their s/o is close to the other 🤔 so yup jealousy hc or whatever you’d like please ^^~

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc (gn!reader)

Warnings: a little angsty in Kaeya's, but there's fluff at the end. also not proofread

A/N: YES !! YES !!!!!! I was so excited to see this request as a diluc and kaeya enjoyer >:D also thank you for the compliments you’re too nice!!

Diluc

if you’re close with kaeya before you start dating him, he tries to block it out at first

he knows rationally that it wasn’t like you had to choose one brother or the other

but also knowing what he knows about kaeya, he does his absolute best to “warn you” about kaeyas “real self”

in his mind he’s only doing it out of concern for your well-being!

he knows kaeya will not have been honest about his background

absolutely denies being jealous.

“I’m not a child…”

glares at kaeya all night whenever kaeya decides he wants to hang out with you at Angel’s share, effectively stealing your attention away from Diluc

but if you ever go out with kaeya just the two of you? oh boy Diluc’s heart might just combust and not in a Good Way

“Hey, ‘Luc, I’m headed out for the day!” You called in the direction of his study as you sat down by the door to put your shoes on.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he emerged from the doorway, heavy footsteps making their way over to where you were sitting.

“Kaeya and I are going out calla lily picking.” You replied cheerily, not taking your eyes off your laces as you worked them up. You didn’t catch the way the man behind you stiffened immediately.

“Just you and him?” He asked tentatively, eyes trained on your back. His eyebrows had furrowed and his lips quirked downward. You let out a small ‘mhm’ before standing up finally and turning around to face him. His chest felt hot but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why, probably just out of concern for you.. yes, that had to be it. Was it always so hard to breathe in here? He crossed his arms over his chest defensively as he kept his eyes trained on you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, reaching out to smooth over some of his unruly hair. He subconsciously leaned into your touch and let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Just be careful, ok?” He had so much more he would’ve liked to say, so much more he would’ve liked to tell you to do, but he feared sounding possessive and controlling. He knew you could take care of yourself. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you either, quite the opposite in fact. He would put the world in your hands without hesitation. So why did the thought of you going out with his brother seem to bother him so much?

“Of course!” You again flashed him a smile, then turned around and let your hand rest on the doorknob.

Before you could even twist the door open, his hand caught your wrist and he turned you around to face him. “(Y/N). I’m serious.” He murmured as he pulled you closer to him. Diluc rarely ever initiated any contact, so the embrace caught you off guard. It was only then that it clicked to you. He didn’t mean stay safe from the hilichurls or abyss mages, he meant from Kaeya. You’d heard a story or two about Kaeya making some questionable decisions in the name of getting the job done, like activating a ruin guard and putting his own men in danger, but he’d never put you in any danger thus far…

You wrapped your arm around Diluc and brought his head to your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll be fine ‘Luc, promise.” You whispered to him. You could feel his racing pulse under your fingers as his arms stayed wrapped around you. “Say, are you perhaps… jealous?” You added in teasingly as you stroked his hair. He gave a small huff instead of a verbal response tightening his hold on you slightly.

A knock sounded on the door behind you interrupting your moment together. “Well, I better get going. I’ll be back for dinner, okay?” You finally slipped from his grasp as you walked back over for the door. His mind drifted as you greeted his brother, his only thought being how badly he didn’t want to leave you two alone. Maybe he could convince you to let him tag along…

Kaeya

bitter

that’s the best word to describe him

he can’t help but feel inferior to Diluc in a lot of ways, Diluc is rich and compassionate and handsome

not that Kaeya lacks any of those things anyway

well maybe he's not rich but he's definitely financially stable at least

so learning of your friendship, or even knowing prior and trying to pursue a relationship with you anyway

he often finds himself reviewing his actions, your actions, what you find appealing in Diluc, etc. trying to figure out what he should do more or less of to keep your attention solely on him

jokes about it all the time to cover up his true feelings about the scenario.

"Darling if I didn't know any better I'd say you were dating Diluc instead of me." chuckles to hide the pain

will be so absolutely hurt if he finds out you're honest with Diluc about things you weren't open with him about

"Why is he helping you with this instead of me?" Kaeya asked, defensively crossing his arms over his chest. He had learned through his other contacts that the Abyss had targeted you for some reason. They were sending you threats and other vaguely worrying messages, and the worst part is you went to Diluc to ask for help instead of your dear boyfriend! Kaeya had stumbled upon you two out in the wilderness fighting some abyss mages together when he pulled you away giving Diluc some vague excuse about how he needed to talk to you.

"It's not like that, Kae, I swear-" You quickly tried to put his ever racing mind at ease.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that, care to catch me up to speed?" He feigned innocence, wanting to hear you say outright that it looked a little suspicious to be running around with Diluc like you had. Kaeya wanted nothing more than to be able to place his utmost trust in you and for you to be able to do the same with him. This kind of treatment is the kind of thing Kaeya finds happening in his worst nightmares.

You sighed, "you know what I mean."

"No, actually, I don't. I asked a simple question about why he was helping you, I didn't insinuate anything else was going on. In fact, you were the one to bring up the notion that there was something more between you two. Should I be worried?" His eyebrows were furrowed, his gaze fixated on your reaction. His normal cocky smile was replaced with a rare but genuine frown of concern.

"Listen," you started, "the only reason he's helping me is because he got a letter similar to mine. They both asked us to meet our perpetrator at the same location, it was only coincidence on our end that we ended up running into each other." You watched as Kaeya slowly unfolded his arms and let his shoulders sag with a sigh. You grabbed his hand gently, rubbing soothing circles over the skin that peeked out over the leather.

"I was going to tell you at that dinner we had planned tonight." You continued softly, pulling a little envelope out of your back pocket and showcasing to him the Abyss's message to you. "I didn't want to pull you away from your work until I knew what was going on. I never meant to make you feel like I was sneaking around you. For that, I really am sorry." You brought his hand to your lips, placing a soft kiss over his knuckles.

He brought you into a hug and tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss of his own to your temple. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten so defensive." He whispered to you, a soft resignation that not many people got to witness from the usually cocky calvary captain. "If you ever have trouble with anything else, please don't hesitate to come pull me from my work, whether you know the full story or not." A pleasant breeze engulfed the two of you standing in the middle of the forest in each others embrace. Bird chirping and rustling leaves mixed with the sounds of Kaeya's heartbeat to make for the perfect ambience for you two to bask in whilst in each other's presence.

The sound of a branch snapping caused both of you to split apart and draw your weapons on high alert. To your chagrin, there stood and incredibly uncomfortable-looking Diluc just a few feet away from you two. He realized fast that you two had noticed him and he quickly cleared his throat. "Sorry, you two were taking a long time and I grew concerned for (y/n)'s wellbeing.."

[highdramas]

steady now | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, mention of death? sort of? mention of the blip mostly, some angst, references to sexxxx babie

word count: 4.3k wowie

summary: bucky is not the only one with amends to make.

note: here’s another installment in the twalb story <3 again, you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like! i’m extremely proud of this part so i really hope that you all enjoy it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it <3

enjoy! <3

there was once a time where you loved california.

there was once a time where you had a boyfriend with an easy smile and charming demeanor and a family in ventura. his name was felix, and you always told people that he could make anyone fall in love with him with nothing but that stupid smile of him-- of course, you never said how that upset you. you never said how it hurt when the waitress looked at him with dazzling eyes and how he seemed to relish in the attention.

you never voiced how he seemed to eventually bore of the attention that you gave him. you never voiced the way that you wished he would look at you with those dazzling eyes and give you that breezy laughter and that look that said i have you in the palm of my hand.

he did. he didn’t need to give you that look to know that.

sometimes, you wonder if he felt any sort of relief after the blip. you wonder if when you dusted right before him, if he felt like he won in some sick way. of course, you know that he would never admit that. he would never make that known to anyone. maybe even himself. but subconsciously… you wonder if you were simply an accessory that was worn out of convenience, and if your fading from reality was the biggest convenience at all.

it’s sick. you know it’s sick, and likely not true. but still. you wonder.

when you returned, the first thing that you did when you got your hands on a cell phone was call him. you called him and you cried and you said that you were okay, you were here. you asked him what the hell happened. you asked him if it had really been five years.

you heard a voice in the background. it was feminine, light, airy. the voice of a fairy. you’ll never forget hearing that voice. you learned later that she was his fiance.

you’ll never forget the sort of heartbreak that you felt. it was visceral. the knowing-- the knowing that it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t anything that you did. it was merely the absence of you. you still wonder how long he mourned. you wonder how long it took. you saw him only a handful of times after you returned. he had cried, and you had stared, unsure what to say.

how do you apologize for fading from existence?

that was the first time you saw him. the second was worse.

the second, you were angry. you were angry and you lashed out. what was supposed to be an easy dinner turned into an explosion of tears and fury, the words this isn’t fair and what was i supposed to do? wait for you? and so desperately you had wanted to say yes. you wanted to say that you wished he had held out hope, that he stayed up and dreamt of you and that he was devoted.

it was a selfish thought. he had told you politely to not contact him again.

you had learned that he had moved back to ventura with his fairy girlfriend from some casual facebook stalking. they bought a house on the coast. they’re planning a wedding.. she is beautiful, and you noticed something from the pictures you see of them together right away. he looks at her not like he was charming her, but like she was charming him.

that’s what made you realize he was never yours to begin with.

now, you’re in california again. now, bucky sits beside you and he drives and you control the music. now, he looks at you like you have hung the stars in the sky and propped up the moon. and you look at him the same way.

bucky has amends to make, but so do you.

when he reaches over and places his hand on your thigh, you smile. you place your hand over his and you squeeze. you’d insisted that you two rent a convertible, and though he rolled his eyes, he obliged. you drive down the pch and it is april and the sun is warm and inviting but not abrasive. he wears sunglasses and he doesn’t wear the gloves. he wears a short sleeved shirt.

it’s enough to make you smile and lay your hand back against the seat and make you think: everything happened just the way it should.

bucky is here to extend his amends to the chaplin family. well… really, he’s here to set them up with the CIA. they’ve been hydra sympathizers for years.

you, on the other hand, are here to extend amends of your own.

bucky knows. bucky knows and he watched you recall the story with tears blurring your vision. you would hiccup and say, “i’m sorry. i’m not sad over him, not anymore. i’m just sad that i could be forgotten so easily.”

he had held your face in his hands and he swiped at your tears and he said, “you’re impossible to forget.”

at first, when you brought up coming with him, he had been hesitant. his endeavors with the amends and with sam, he tends to like keeping separate. you get it. you know he doesn’t want to put you anywhere near the danger that he encounters, even if that maddens you. but then, your face fell and you held out the wedding invitation that had arrived in your mailbox. “i want to go.”

bucky takes it and he studies it and he clenches his jaw. he looks at you through his lashes. “i’m going with you.”

now, the wedding is in three days. you wonder if he was surprise when you sent in your rsvp marked yes. you were surprised that he invited you at all.

once, you remember him saying to you, “sometimes, you have to extend olive branches. you’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

this is your olive branch.

bucky squeezes your thigh and his thumb makes small circles and it instills a calm in you that you haven’t felt since you stepped foot on the plane. he glances over at you. “we don’t have to go.” this isn’t the first time that he’s said this. “we can stay in our hotel all week. i’m sure we can find something to do.”

your jaw drops and you look over at him and he has that smug look on his face. it’s been nice, watching him slip into ease with you. “you are such a pig.”

“i’m just saying, we have options.”

you laugh and you swat his hand away. he grins and he places it on the head rest, his fingers idly playing with a few strands of your hair that blow in the wind as he drives. you pull up to the hotel and you check in and bucky carries all of your bags, which you try to object, but he simply does not care. you fall back onto the mattress and he follows suit and he presses his lips to yours, presses them to your pulse point, your jaw. he whispers against your skin that you are beautiful. he whispers against your skin that you’re an angel.

angel. he always calls you that.

hours pass and you spend most of them beneath bucky, breathless. eventually it is the middle of the night and you have done nothing but fuck and you’ll be the first one to admit that they were hours well spent. he’s propped up on an elbow and he looks down at you, dewy and heavy lidded. “why’d you want to come out here? to the wedding?”

you can’t help but laugh. “that’s what you want to talk about right now?”

he blushes, moves to hide his face, but you beam and you place your hand on the side of his face. you push yourself up and sit criss cross, holding the sheet to your body, facing him. he follows suit.

the two of you do this back home. whether you’re sitting on the living room floor or in bed. it’s easier to talk in the dark, bucky once said. you’d never forgotten. so, this became a sort of unspoken ritual. you would sit with your knees brushing and you would talk and you would laugh and you never wanted this to change.

“i guess i don’t know why i wanted to come.” you reach for his hand and he offers it to you. you run your fingers along the golden grooves, and you swear that you see the hairs on his opposite arm begin to stand up. “i didn’t want to be seen as the bitter ex. i hate-- i hate being perceived. you know? like, i can’t control how anyone views me. i can’t control them thinking i’m crazy or irrational. but… they don’t know anything at all.” bucky’s eyes never leave you. “i wanted to come because i feel like i’m ready to face it. the truth of it. i don’t feel fearful of it all. i used to feel so… gross. gross about how i reacted and how i felt. i felt so selfish. but now…” you can’t help but smile a little bit and you touch the place on his chest where his heart lies in his ribcage. “i’m glad for it. all of it. it’s stupid, but… it brought me here.” you lean your palm into his chest just slightly more. he covers your hand with his and he pulls you in, your hand splayed out on him.

bucky is softening before you. so often you are the one who offers an ear and a comforting touch, but he is happy to repay the favor whenever you need it. “you’re too strong all the time.” his words are definitive, with no room for arguing. “you were hurting. you’re allowed to hurt. you didn’t have a choice in missing out on five years while the world went on without you.”

of course, you know he’s right, but it just feels good to hear it. it feels good to hear it from him. “and he was an asshole.” bucky’s jaw sets. “he had five years to mourn you and your relationship. he barely gave you a month. what sort of guy does that? to a girl he loved?” he shakes his head, as if shaking the thought from his person. “if that were me, i would’ve…”

you watch as he trails off. he looks down and away. you gently take his face and move it up, getting him to look at you again. he gives you this smile that is equal parts sorrow and loving, and you wish you could take away all his pain. “i’d mourn you for life. and i… if i got the chance to have you again? i’d--”

“bucky.” you cut him off smoothly and you shake your head. “that won’t happen.”

he smiles. “i know.” he pushes your hair back and his hand rests on the back of your neck. “i just can’t imagine someone having you and not--” he shakes his head. “he’s a fool.”

gently, your hands lay on his knees and you lean forward. “you asked why i wanted to come,” you whisper, your lips nearly touching his. “i wanted to come because i want to thank him.” you press your lips against his, and his hand goes to splay on your back, pulling you in nearer and nearer. “he recommended the apartment building.”

bucky grins and you connect in every possible place. you roll between the sheets once more and eventually, sleep overtakes you.

the days leading up to the wedding pass by in a relative blur. bucky goes to make his amends and though you offer to come, he shakes his head. “i’ll be quick,” is his promise, and he keeps good on it. he’s gone barely two hours.

you spend time on the beach and sight seeing. you don’t know if you’ve ever seen bucky this… relaxed. yes, he’s always slightly more alert than your average citizen, but you will never fault him for that. you go and get ice cream and you sit on a little bench and bucky stares at you. “what?” you asked and you raise your brows. “something on my face?”

“actually, yes.” he reaches out and swipes your bottom lip, coming back with some strawberry ice cream on his thumb. he pops it into his mouth and it makes your heart plummet to your stomach. “yum.”

you all but drag him back to your hotel.

finally, it is the day of the wedding.

bucky has been ready for hours. he likes unbearably handsome-- you’d gone with him to a shop in new york and had helped him pick out some new slacks and a nice fitting shirt. he had chuckled at the way that the pants hit his ankles and said, “it’s definitely not the forties anymore.”

you had picked out a sage green silk dress, and you smooth it out in the mirror, tilting your head to the side as you looked at yourself. bucky approaches you from behind and you’re so stuck in your own head that you hardly notice him until his hands are on you. they go to your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into tense muscles with his thumbs. “you look beautiful, doll.” he leans forward and he presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder, which makes you smile, because it’s so him. “i wanna kiss you but i don’t want to mess up your makeup.”

“like that’s ever stopped you before.”

“i’m a gentleman.”

a smirk works its way onto your face and some of the nervous, fluttering monarchs in your stomach have begun to dissipate. you turn and he gently holds your face, examining it. he opens his mouth to say something, laughs, and closes it. “i don’t even know how…” he clears his throat. you swear that tears prick at his eyes. “i don’t even know how to say how much… how perfect you are. i’ll never be able to say it properly.”

everything about james buchanan barnes makes you melt, and this is no different. you sigh and you lean your body against his, and he holds you ever close. “thank you for coming with me,” you whisper into the skin of his neck. “i needed you here.”

he holds the back of your head carefully. “i’d follow you anywhere, doll.” he pulls back and his hand holds your face, and the vibranium is like a kiss to your cheek. “may i kiss you?”

your lips part and you nod-- and he takes his time kissing you. he kisses you long and tender, making sure that you feel everything. sometimes you think that this is easier than talking for him-- this is the way that he can show you how perfect he finds you. it’s better than any words he could string together.

the ride to the venue is somewhat of a blur. bucky doesn’t take his hand off of you-- it’s constantly holding yours. from the car to the walk inside to taking your seats-- you can feel the eyes that are glued to you, but you can feel bucky’s hand in yours more. you can hear the muffled whispers of gossiping friends and family, but you hear bucky’s murmured complaints louder, and they make you laugh.

felix is at the altar already. he’s talking with a groomsman and he laughs at something and you smile a bit. he looks happy, you think. bucky’s arm is slung across the back of your chair and his fingers trail up and down your shoulder, his eyes fixed on you.

you turn to look at him, too. you lay your hand on his knee and your smile says your thanks over and over and over again. bucky’s eyes flick to the altar, and he sees that you’ve finally been noticed. felix may be looking at you, but you will never know. you are looking at bucky.

the ceremony is pretty. bucky’s bored, you think-- that thought is enough to make you chuckle. felix’s fairy girlfriend is exactly what you gathered from the pictures-- she is energetic and kind, she is sweet and beautiful. the more you think, the more you watch the way that felix looks at her, the lighter you feel.

a part of you had feared that you would never get over him. that you would never get over the what if. possibilities tended to haunt you, but now, being here… you had known for a long time that not only had you gotten over him, you had found something so much better than what you had. but it’s the thought that thrums through you that you were not expecting.

you can see this for yourself. one day. bucky at an altar in a suit, you in white.

you smile to yourself in your seat. bucky looks over at you. you look over at him, just for a moment. your heart feels full.

felix begins his vows. “carly,” he begins and he clears his throat. you can tell that he’s already getting emotional. “never did i once expect to find you. never did i expect to find someone who fit with me so… completely.” you watch as his hands shake as he holds the piece of paper. “but i did. and i’m so lucky it was you.”

his vows go on, and they are beautiful. through it all, you can sense bucky beside you, entirely attentive to you.

the reception is on the beach. the sun is setting, and it is stunning. the food is good and every gives speeches and toasts and you’ve been placed at a table with some friends that both you and felix had known. of course, when shit hit the fan with you and felix, you hadn’t exactly kept in touch, but they’re kind nevertheless. some recognize bucky, and the questions they ask make you cringe. “so… winter soldier,” one of them, kya, begins. “you actually did all of that bad shit?”

it takes everything in you not to lunge across the table. bucky’s hand finds your leg underneath the table, already knowing what you’d like to do. you open your mouth to interject, but bucky cuts you off. “hydra did.” he gives a clipped smile. it leaves no room for discussion.

they ask about the avengers and about thanos, and all of it makes you roll your eyes. they talk to bucky as if he’s a toy rather than a human being. as everyone is mingling, you see the couple beginning to approach your table. everyone cheers and scoops them up into hugs. it makes a part of you sad. not because of him, but because it’s another reminder of how life went on without you.

you and bucky stand and approach them. you can almost feel bucky’s hesitation as he sizes up felix. the protectiveness in his stance makes your heart swell. carly smiles at you, but you can tell that there’s a hint of nervousness in her demeanor. “hi!” she says and she looks between you and bucky. “we were both so happy when we got your rsvp. a little surprised, but…”

your eyebrow raises and you look at them. “i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” you place your hand on bucky’s arm. “felix, carly, this is my boyfriend, james. james, felix and carly.”

he shakes their hands and you note the way their eyes flick to the metal one on the other side. bucky and carly begin to make awkward small talk, and you look at felix. he looks at you. there’s something knowing in the stare. “want to take a walk?” he asks, nodding towards the beach.

you nod. felix turns to carly and you turn to bucky, who has a slightly concerned look written on his face. “it’ll be fine.” you lean in and you kiss him, wanting to take any insecurity from him. “play nice, but not too nice. if they say anything stupid, call them on it.”

bucky smirks. “you got it, doll.” he looks to felix and nods to him, and there’s something in bucky’s eyes that must scare him, because you swear felix pales slightly. and then you and felix set off.

for the first part of your walk, both of you are quiet. it’s as if both of you knew that this was inevitable, and now you’re just trying to figure out where to start. both of you begin to talk at the same time, and it causes awkward chuckles to fill the air between you. you stop by a log and you sit, staring out at the ocean. you cross your legs and you look over at him to find his gaze still on the ocean. finally, it moves to you. “i’m sorry.” you both say it at the same time.

a sad smile settles onto your face and you look away. “you first,” he says.”

“i’m sorry.” you look at him again. “i’m not sorry for the way that i felt. i’m not sorry for hurting. but i am sorry that i lashed out. i was… angry.” you suck in a breath. “people who stayed… they’ll always carry the grief and the trauma of those five years. but the people who came back? we came back to a world that had moved on. i can’t… i can’t explain to you how hard that was. it wasn’t just you. i lost everything.” you shake your head. “i took it all out on you. all that hurt. and i’m sorry for that.”

felix nods his head. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t more understanding of what you were going through. that i just… cut you off.” he swallows. “i had five years to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming back. even when you were back, it almost felt… fake. like i was looking at a ghost.” he swallows. “but i missed you. i want you to know that i missed you, and i thought about you.”

a small smile works onto your face. “thanks.” you look towards the crowd, where people are laughing and dancing. “she seems great.”

felix looks over his shoulder. “she is. she keeps me… in check. i can be kind of an asshole. i don’t know how either of you dealt with me.” this makes you laugh and roll your eyes. “you and bucky barnes, huh?”

“i have you to thank for that.” he looks at you in confusion. “the building you recommended me? we were neighbors.” you smile, thinking back on the memory of bucky barnes at your door, asking if you needed help building your cat tower. “he is the best thing that has happened to me,” you say it with no hint of hesitation.

felix smiles. “he looks like he’s crazy about you. he barely looks anywhere else.”

you bite down on your lip. “yeah, i’ve heard that before.” the wind ruffles your hair slightly, and you look at felix and he looks at you. “i’ve spent a lot of time being angry at you. i don’t want to be angry anymore.”

he shakes his head. “i don’t want to either.” he pauses. “maybe… maybe, one day, the four of us could… you know, get dinner or something.”

“yeah,” you nod your head. “one day.” you stand, and he follows suit, and you look up at him. “thank you. for inviting me.”

“thank you for coming.”

there’s a level of awkwardness that rests between you, and you think that perhaps it’s inevitable. but also, you can’t help the sense of relief.

part of you thinks that he’s itching to hug you, and you may be extending some forgiveness tonight, but you’re certainly not there yet. you begin to walk towards the party. “c’mon. you need to go to your bride.”

when you return, you think bucky might be ready to drive his steak knife through his eye. you approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and bending so that your face is beside his. “miss me?”

he snorts. “you have no idea, doll.”

you watch as felix makes his way to carly, and you meet his eye. he gives you a slight nod and a knowing smile, and you return it.

there’s a weight that’s lifted off of your chest.

“c’mon,” you say to bucky, tugging him up. “we’re going to dance.”

he groans and you laugh, pulling him by the hands to the dance floor. just as you are, you make me feel so young begins to play around you. as you step onto the dance floor, you begin singing the words quietly to him. your dancing slows to a light sway, and in your ear, bucky begins murmuring the words to you.

your eyes flutter shut and a sweeping calm comes over you. “you know… i never thought i would get married. did you?”

bucky’s hands have a firm place on your waist. “i grew up in the forties. of course i thought i was going to get married,” you two spin slightly. “but, after everything… i didn’t think that was ever going to be in the cards for me.”

your breath catches. “and now?”

“now?” bucky asks into your ear. “i can only dream i get lucky enough to have you as my bride.”

your cheeks grow warm. “mrs. barnes…” you lean back to look at him. “has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

the look on bucky’s face, you don’t know if you’ve ever seen that look before. “yes.” his voice is so firm it nearly brings you to your knees. “yes, it does.”

you two slow to a halt and bucky tilts your chin up. “guess i have some work to do,” his lips ghost over yours. “mrs. barnes.”

the world around you stops, and in that moment, it is only you and bucky. it is you and bucky at your ex’s wedding, and there is nowhere else you would want to be.

you’re beginning to understand why bucky likes making amends.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

ok this is like barely anything but reader holding edgy!karl. like them cuddling and shes holding him and stroking his hair🥲. or just fluffy kissing with no ulterior motive.

.......or DARE i mention a pregnancy scare👀

DARE I say... why not both? (Also welcome to the club 🧚🏻‍♀️anon! I can’t wait to get to know you and write for you!) 

𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

pairing: edgy!karl jacobs x fm!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, language

“Maybe you’re pregnant?” Your roommate pitched, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, lifting a handful of dry cereal to her mouth straight from the box as you caught your forehead in your hand with a groan, curling around the toilet. 

You looked up at her with watery eyes as her words hit reality in your mind. “Wait, what?” Your heart raced, panic coursing through your veins to make you feel even sicker. “There’s no way,” you mumbled. “Take it back!” You whined, making her shrug. 

She sighed, chewing her cereal. “Only if you’re not late.” She stopped chewing as if something dawned on her. “Do you think the kid will come out wearing eyeliner? Like it's a predestined thing.” You started sobbing at this; your thoughts completely jumbled over what to tell Karl. 

As you cradled the toilet bowl once again, the conversation of pregnancy came back to you. Your eyes flashed up to the pink box waiting for you on the counter. Karl was on his way over, completely unassuming of anything being wrong with you. Your roommate telling you to just “pee on the damn stick” raced into your mind. 

You thought about the pregnancy videos you had watched in class when you were younger and how scarring the process was to your mental state. Then you thought about what Karl would be like as a father, making your subconscious remind you of the time when the two of you were babysitting your sister’s children and he converted one to communism and the other into an anarchist within an hour. 

Just as you reached for the box, a knock came at your door, Karl sticking his head in and calling out for you. You beckoned him to where you were and that’s how he found you; on the floor, miserably staring up at him with a box of pregnancy tests in your hand. 

He tilted his head slightly, freezing in his footsteps and letting his keys drop to the floor. “Please tell me this is another one of your psychology projects,” he whispered, voice uneven as he assessed the situation. You shook your head quickly, tears threatening to fall again. “Oh, fuck,” he hissed, moving as if he wasn’t sure of what to do with the information before him. “Okay, okay. We’re fine. We’re okay. So, I haven’t told you this, but my family comes from a lot of money and this counts as securing the bloodline so obviously-” 

“She hasn’t taken the test yet. Put your wallet away, daddy,” your roommate called from the kitchen. Karl’s face dropped to a shade lighter at her statement. 

He waited outside as you took the test, finally convincing you that he was excited more than anything and if he could be the one that gets pregnant, he would have been off birth control long before this time in your relationship. 

You set a timer on your phone, the two of you sitting beside each other on the bathroom floor, your knees close to your chest. Karl leaned his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. He hugged your legs, letting you press a kiss to his cheek. “Are we gonna be good parents?” You whispered, tears beginning to fall again. 

Karl sniffled slightly. “Probably not at first, but we’ll learn.” You nodded at his response. “We can stay together right?” He asked softly. “Like you’ll still want me right?” 

You dug your fingers into his hoodie, pulling him tighter against your chest. “Yeah, of course. As long as you still want me…” 

You ran your fingers into his hair. “Maybe this is good. It’ll be fun right?” 

You swallowed. “Yeah, I think so.” 

“Honestly, we don’t even have to look at it. I’m okay with not knowing and then it being a surprise,” he stated. “Can we name it Chad?” 

“Yeah,” your voice cracked. “Yeah, I’m okay with not knowing too. What’s the worst that could happen?” You both chuckled nervously. 

Your roommate came into view, tugging her hair into a ponytail. “Jesus fucking Christ. You two are insufferable,” she muttered. The two of you peered up at her as she crossed her arms, squinting at the tests in the sink. “Congratulations. You’re not pregnant,” she announced, the breath of relief from the two of you almost blood curdling as you held each other tightly. “Karl, you said you were picking up door hinges for me. Where are they?” 

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[kodzuvii]

ON TRACK! ✩ [14: so, I guess we’re soulmates?]

next: [15: the rock wannabe]

pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.

wc: 4k

warnings!: grammar issues plz ignore + awkward phone call between two overthinking teenagers? 

a/n: this is severely long overdue and I apologize deeply for that. the taglist for this series is open! more info will be found in the note after the story! ty :)

“Nee-chan’s weakness #16: overthinks more often than usual when under a lot of pressure”

Akaashi loved you. He really did. But if the higher-ups gave him an option to choose a new older sister, then maybe, just maybe, he would consider taking it. As he watched you frantically pace around his room with your dog (who looked quite scared) in your arms, he wondered if you viewed him more of a personal therapist rather than a little sibling.

His evening was going normal. After a long day of practice, all he intended to do was read a book after dinner and maybe watch a movie with Tofu afterwards just before bed. Nowhere in his plans were for you to barge into his room unannounced with an evident look of panic on your face while mumbling incoherent words. 

Your hair was a mess and you were clad in an oversized sweater and superman pajama pants with Tofu in one of your arms while your phone was being held tightly in your other hand. All he could get from the words leaving your lips at a 1.75 playback speed was “soulmate” and “phone call” and “not ready.” 

Akaashi watched you stop in your tracks and pull out his desk chair. You plopped yourself onto the seat, face warm and flushed as you tried to recall how you were feeling. “No Keiji I’m telling you that any second now, my soulmate is gonna call me and uhm? Quite frankly, my brain can’t process that and I am fucking scared.” 

Akaashi hummed, “nee-chan calm down.” Tofu then jumped out of your arms and leaped onto Akaashi’s bed. He walked up and cuddled up near the setters side which made Akaashi smile before turning his attention back to you. 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs and spun around on his chair, “no Kei this is serious. This first phone call is basically equivalent to a meet-cute which also means the first impressions. I feel like his first impression already isn’t good because I literally injured his friend so this is my moment to redeem myself” you rambled. 

Akaashi made eye contact with Tofu and even the poor dog looked concerned at your state.

“Kei, what if this is all a mistake? I mean the universe must be against me somehow right? What if he hates me the moment I answer and then next thing you know he’s telling me that he wants us to reject each other and then I’m gonna be left all alone to roam around this miserable world and-mph!”

You flinched back as you felt a soft pillow collide with your face and stop your ramble. You looked down at the pillow on the floor and snapped your head up to your brother, “what was that for!” Akaashi rolled his eyes and petted Tofu with his right hand, “you overthink too much” he replied simply. 

You narrowed your eyes at him but you couldn’t come up with any comeback in your head. He was right after all. You groaned and stood up from the spinny chair and walked over to his bed before belly-flopping down. You leaned over and grabbed the blue pillow near his headboard and Akaashi watched as you screamed into the plush material. 

You were losing it.

“This sucks Keiji, I’m terrible at phone calls. I don’t even answer Otosan’s phone calls so how the fuck am I supposed to answer my soulmates?”

In Miyagi, Iwaizumi unknowingly found himself in a similar state as you. The moon was shining from his window and the light cascaded a soft glow into his room. With his windows wide open, he could feel the cool breeze blowing in and slightly brushing over his face. But the breeze didn’t help calm his nerves at all.

Iwa was a simple guy, really he was. 

As someone who meditated regularly as well as found good coping mechanisms that would help calm his stress levels down, you would think that he’d be relaxed in this situation.

But no, Iwa was also internally panicking. Being the stubborn boy he was, he tried to play it off and cool himself down by fooling himself into believing that he was fine and that he had everything under control.

He didn’t

Iwa cracked his neck and looked back down at his phone. He was sitting on the sides of his bed, hand gripping tightly onto his phone as his eyes stared at your number displayed on the screen right under your name and his thumb barely hovering over the call button. 

“Okay. I’m gonna do it,” he thought to himself for the nth time in the past 10 minutes.

He took a deep breath and gave himself an internal word of encouragement and made the move. ‘So close’ he thought. “This is it, I’m gonna do it” But just as his thumb barely, just barely, made contact with the screen, he pulled it back and harshly threw his phone at his pillow. He closed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he fell back, his back hitting his mattress.

This was starting to piss him off. 

It was just a phone call. 

Him simply contacting and talking verbally to someone through his phone. 

He was fine.

Right?

Yeah no, he was totally fine. Pft He’s had phone calls before. In fact, he had done it several times with several people (that’s a lie he only picks up to his parents and maybe Oikawa on good days) Why was this so hard? Phone calls are a natural thing. Especially in the 21st century. He wasn’t some old man who had no idea how to talk on the phone. 

He got this. 

But wait, did you even want him to call you first? What if you wanted to call him first? Wait what if he asked you during the wrong time and you’re tired? 

Iwaizumi then lifted his head slightly to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was 8 pm. It wasn’t that late right? You would’ve told him if you were busy right? Wait what if you’re an early bird who liked catching a full 12 hours of sleep. Or what if you were just too scared to tell him you weren’t in the mood to call. God, there were so many factors he should’ve thought about before asking you. He blinked and heaved a frustrated sigh as he looked up to his ceiling. This was a lot harder than he’d thought. 

If there was one thing he learned from Oikawa’s fangirls is that girls are scary.

You were no exception to that idea.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath before pulling himself back up and leaned over to grab his phone. He turned it to the side and made sure once again that his ringer was on and that the volume was all the way up just in case you know, you wanted to call first and save him from all the stress he was feeling. 

He stared at your contact information and gripped his phone tighter. Your contact didn’t even have a photo and your name was just ‘Akaashi Y/n’ on his phone. Everything that happened between you two from the past couple of weeks flooded his head and he couldn’t help but internally cringe. He silently cursed at Oikawa for bringing him into this situation because maybe, just maybe, he could’ve held off this first phone call and wait for a couple of years when his voice would be a lot deeper and he would be a lot cooler and he wouldn’t be sitting on his bed with a pathetic expression while listening to his phone ring and-

Wait,

Ring?

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as he now realized that he must’ve subconsciously pressed the call button on his screen. This was it, there was no turning back now. His olive-green eyes stared blankly at his screen. He kept blinking and re-reading your name and just hoping silently that it would change from your name to Oikawa’s so he could yell out all his frustration at him. 

A couple of seconds went by before the ringing stopped and he felt his breath hitch when his ears picked up the sound of your voice on the other line. 

“Hello?”

Oh, shit this was really happening

It’s been 3 seconds, shut up Hajime. 

Iwaizumi cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Hey, Akaashi-chan right?”

“Mhm but please just call me Y/n! oh and uh hi Iwaizumi-kun” 

Iwaizumi blinked, he doesn’t know why but he felt his cheeks heat up as he heard his name come out of your lips. Iwaizumi cleared his throat before bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Uh- how are you doing?” he asked. Oh my god, you probably picked up on how unconfident he sounded. This is horrible. He winced and brought his hand to his forearm, rubbing it in an attempt to ease down his nerves. 

“I’m doing okay, did you uhm-- eat yet??” 

Iwaizumi stiffened, taken back a bit at the question but you interrupted him before he could reply. “I-I’m guessing you got back from practice not too long ago right? Assuming you stayed back late and stuff,” you trailed off. Wincing at your own awkwardness. Iwaizumi pinched his forearm and chuckled nervously, “No-uhm you’re right I got back a couple of hours ago. And yeah, I ate already. Did you?” He asked back, You shook your head, “no not yet. Been busy reviewing and all that stuff” you answered truthfully as you glanced up at your stacks of opened notebooks and coloured highlighters messily spread around all over your desk.

Iwaizumi grunted, his nervousness momentarily washing away as concern came over him. “Y/n, you can’t neglect your health. Cut some fruit up or something” You froze for a second at how stern he sounded just now. Then you realized that this could just be his natural voice and you’re just reading into it too much. Oh god you were starting to overthink again. How did Bokuto and your brother get past their first conversation?

Your silent curses towards the world were cut short when you realized that too many seconds passed and Iwaizumi was still waiting for your reply. Like you do in any unsure situation, you stifled a laugh and nodded while scratching your knee awkwardly, “I will I will.” 

A long line of silence then came through and there were no other words to describe it other than awkward. The faint buzzing of your phone sounded louder than ever. You could hear the wind blowing, the clock ticking, and the way your legs would shuffle against each other as you fidgeted. The silence between you two was long, tense, and uncomfortable. The kind of silence that made people want to die on the inside. You both started to question the situation you were in. You had the same goal, both wanting to learn more about your soulmate. Yet you’re lack of comfort and his lack of confidence made things more nerve wracking than it should be. 

In an attempt to ease the tension, you tried to think of something you could say that would loosen both of you up. A quick little sentence that was casual and good for conversation starters. You thought for a second, trying to recall your favourite movie couples and what words they said to each other during their meet cute. You needed something smooth, simple, but something that could address the situation you were in. It then clicked in your mind, 5 words, 5 syllables (or did it count as 7?) whatever.

 All your time spent watching incredibly dramatic romance movies has led up to this moment. 

“So…” you started in a casual tone.

“I guess we’re soulmates huh?”

The moment those words left your mouth your mind short-circuited and you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. It definitely sounded way cooler in your head. God what were you thinking? And why did you make it sound like it was a question. stupid. Barely 10 minutes in and you’ve already embarrassed yourself. 

You fell back onto your bed (Akaashi kicked you out of his room) and covered your hand over your mouth and moved your phone away from your face and let out a tiny scream so that Iwa would not be able to hear. Maybe you weren’t as smooth as you thought. However, that didn’t matter anymore. The words had been said and now the embarrassment was eating you up and every single bad scenario you had previously imagined began to cloud your mind. This was it, you’re soulmate definitely thought you were a loser, bye-bye happiness and hello staying sad and single until you fall into your grave.

Your ears perked up when you heard him clear his throat. You sat up, moved your phone closer to your ear as you anticipated his reply.

“Yeah I guess”

Your body tensed up at how unsure and bored he sounded. And you thought this moment couldn’t become anymore embarrassing. You physically felt your soul leave your body the moment he spoke those words in such a bored tone. This is gonna be a moment that would forever haunt you in the years to come.  

Phone calls were neither of you guys’ strong suits and that fact was clearly evident in the way neither of you knew what to say next. While you could handle carrying yourself in real-life conversations, the closeness of someone's voice against your ear and their lack of presence in front of you made things made things more stressful than it should be. Iwaizumi was naturally not much of a talker, he usually let his flamboyant best friend that was joint to his hip take control of conversations. It didn’t help that most people found him rather intimidating and unapproachable.

The silence stretched out for another minute and the longer before you decided to speak up once again. You agreed to call because you wanted to learn more about him, your soulmate, and there was no way you could learn anything about him by just listening to the faint sounds of his breath through your phone. You shook your head and gave yourself a mini pep talk in your head. 

Come on Y/n, pussy up bitch.

“Iwaizumi-kun I’m gonna be honest-”

Iwaizumi's hands that were playing with the cotton material of his sweatpants froze. His voice got stuck in his throat and a part of him became worried. Curse his lack of conversational abilities. He was too lost in second guessing himself while structuring his sentences about what he wanted to say to realize that you were probably waiting for him to say something. Did he already mess things up with his soulmate?

“-I suck at phone calls. Like, I’m terrible at it and I’m honestly really nervous right now because this whole thing is a bit overwhelming but I want to get to know more about you because well, you seem pretty cool” you rambled and were met with silence on the other line. Iwaizumi suddenly felt himself get flustered the moment you said that he was cool. 

You sighed and continued, trying to ease the way your heart was pounding against your chest. “Truthfully I don’t know what to say or what we should talk about, so we can start with the basics, yeah?” You cleared your throat and straightened yourself up as you took a deep breath.

“Hi Iwaizumi-kun, I’m Y/n”

It took a moment for his mind to process the words you said. Basics. Yeah, he was capable of doing that. After taking a deep breathe, one that was meant to give him some sort of encouragement, he replied. You felt chills go up your back as his gruff voice echoing through the speaker;

“Hey, I’m Iwaizumi”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

First real conversations were never easy. A part of you felt like you were back in your first year of junior high when your teacher was forcing you to play ice-breaker games in an attempt to get to know the people in your class. The questions were the usual “what’s your favourite food?”, “when's your birthday?”, etc etc. 

However, instead of getting to know your classmates, the game would usually just result in everyone staring at one another as they waited for someone to speak up. An awkward tension cutting into the classroom as everyone simultaneously realizes that everyone was kinda lame and boring and that they don’t really wanna get to know the people who sat beside them. 

You hoped that wouldn’t be the case with Iwaizumi. You’ve known you’d had a soulmate since middle school. Since then, you’ve always fantasized about your meet-cute. You’ve watched many romantic movies and read more than enough manga to fuel your brain with endless cute imaginations and ideas. 

But alas, the reality of the world is that cute scenarios are simply meant to live in fictional stories. Akaashi had even told you that you needed to humble down your expectations to save yourself from disappointment in the future. 

The first couple words exchanged in your conversation weren’t poetic words of love confessions and sweet nothings. They were typical, short common questions that people generally use to learn more about each other. The expected “when’s your birthday?” and “what do you do in your free time?”

You learned about how his birthday was during June, his favourite colour was dark green, he liked agedashi tofu, and how he spent his free time doing some sort of exercise or physical activity. Iwaizumi was also relatively quiet, truth be told you did most of the talking while he said quiet words to let you know that he was still listening. Along with being quiet, he was private. A direct contrast to you. You were an open book, your mouth moved faster than your mind and you had not much of a problem telling him about little details about yourself.

Iwaizumi on the other hand was selective on what he wanted to tell you. Iwaizumi was simple. A down to earth guy who had his own little sense of edginess to him. He was levelheaded and was someone who strived for realistic goals rather than unreasonable daydreams. You caught that when he simply answered that his goal right right now was to attend nationals with his best friend. When you asked if he had further goals, he simply said that everything else was too far into the future and was out of his reach. You could also tell that even though he used names such as “piece of trash” and “shittykawa” to describe his said best friend, he cared for him in his own way. 

Iwaizumi always had a feeling that his soulmate would be the more talkative one out of the two of them. He wasn’t reserved per se, just wasn’t one to ramble over things when deemed unnecessary. You on the other hand could talk for hours. Just from listening to your speaking patterns and tone of voice, you were bright and confident. You found ways to stray away from the original topic and talk about something completely different. On top of learning about your birthday, favourite food, colour, and basically everything he told you, he also somehow learned about your allergy to raspberries, your admiration for early 2000s movies, how you had a dog who you also considered like another brother, and now he was listening to you retell a story about how you got into baking and cooking.

You were carefree once you became comfortable. Your voice was captivating, one that made people always pay attention to whatever you were saying. He listened intently as you went on about your story, he hummed here and there to indicate that he was listening and nodded along even though he knew you wouldn’t see. 

A part of him felt relieved to hear you speak so freely. While you never directly came to him, he could tell from your Twitter rants that you were going through a lot of stress from school. Iwaizumi may have only met you formally recently, but he’s listened to your taste in music long enough to have an idea about how the songs you were playing indicated your moods. You had been playing such gloomy music during the past couple of weeks but he was still too nervous and felt like he was overstepping a line if he became too upfront and told you to tell him what’s wrong.

Yeah, you were soulmates, but you technically didn’t know him just like how he didn’t know you. 

Nonetheless, a part of him felt relieved at hearing the genuine excitement in your voice because he knew that at this very moment, you were feeling okay.

“-and that’s how I baked a cake to persuade my brother into not telling our Mom that we sneaked out to the convenience store at 4 am,” you said cheerfully as you recalled the memory. You had switched from sitting at your bed to now sitting on your chair and leaning your upper body onto your desk. You moved your word out of the way and had your elbows propped up on the surface of your desk, your head leaning onto your phone in your hands. A part of you felt giddy when you heard the faintest chuckle come from the other end of the line. 

The awkward tension between you two was fizzling out and you no longer felt as nervous as you did in the beginning. You were slowly and surely becoming a bit more comfortable with his presence. Truthfully, Iwaizumi still felt a bit awkward. Not that he minded you talking a lot, he just didn’t know what to say and was worried that you found him boring like how Oikawa said he was. 

He really was trying. It just wasn’t in his character to be so open about himself.

“Y/n, you know how dangerous that could've been?”

“Shh, my brother was practically a giant back when we were in junior high so he was enough to scare any creeps away. Plus, I already knew then that the elbow is the strongest point in the body so I would’ve been able to fight any sort of dangerous threat!” you exclaimed. “That is not a good excuse,” he replied in an unamused tone. 

You huffed, “At least I know something about self-defence” you attempted to reason. You only heard Iwaizumi reply with a simple ‘tched’ which made you laugh.

It was then that you looked onto the clock at the corner of your desk and realized how late it was and it was also then that you remembered that you still had some notes that you wanted to write up before you went to bed. Curse University prep. You were so lost in your conversation with the boy that time slipped past your mind along with your other responsibilities. Just when you two had started getting into a comfortable rhythm too. You sighed sadly which immediately caught Iwaizumi’s attention. 

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. You shook your head and removed your phone from your ear and pressed the speaker button on your phone screen. You placed your phone on your desk and stood up to organize the notebooks you had pushed aside on your desk. “Nothing bad, just remembered I had a couple more notes I wanted to finish up before bed,” you said with a hint of sadness in your voice. You wanted to continue your conversation with him and you really weren’t in the mindset to review your nutrition notes right now.

Iwaizumi paused to take a moment to look up at his wall clock and realized that it was nearing midnight. Iwaizumi felt a twinge of guilt inside of him when he realized that he kept you up so late. This was even past his own scheduled bedtime. 

“I didn’t mean to keep you up so late, my bad” he apologized. You stifled a laugh as a tired smile spread on your lips. “It’s not your fault. Something tells me that you’re the type of person who sleeps early so I should be apologizing for keeping you up” you replied. 

You suddenly yawned and stretched your arms over your head, “I’m gonna finish up and call in for the night. You should get some rest Iwaizumi-”

“Go to bed” You flinched slightly at how serious his voice got. 

“It’s late, you can finish up your notes tomorrow. Studying when you’re tired isn’t healthy. Get some sleep so you won���t feel extra tired and groggy tomorrow morning. If you’re gonna stay up, at least go and make yourself something to eat for tomorrow so you feel energized” 

You smiled tiredly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you Iwaizumi-kun. Oh and thank you for tonight, I enjoyed talking to you and I hope we can do this again” you shyly suggested. You closed your eyes as you clutched the material of your sweater to your chest as you waited for his answer. Iwaizumi felt a sense of relief rush into him knowing that you enjoyed talking to him. A sense of his self doubt momentarily washing away. You didn’t hear a reply for a moment and it worried you that you might’ve said the wrong thing. But a couple of moments passed before you heard a faint “Me too”

You moved your hand to hover over the red call button on your screen,

“Goodnight Iwaizumi-kun, sleep well”

“You too, Y/n”

The ‘beep’ from your phone indicating the call had ended echoed through your room. You stared at your phone for a moment as it dawned on you that you just had your first real conversation with your soulmate. And yeah it wasn’t the large extravagant straight-out-of-movie scene you had always envisioned but that didn’t matter. What mattered now was that you had talked to your soulmate and you knew a little bit more about him and he knew a little bit more about you. 

It was a start.

You yawned and stretched your arms up over your head once again and sighed in relief when you felt your back crack. Your arms dropped to your side and you frowned as your eyes looked down at your notebooks that you had now neatly stacked in your hands. You realized that you were far too tired to even open up your textbooks, let alone finish a couple pages of notes.

Thinking back to what Iwaizumi said, you could always tune in early for the night and finish everything up tomorrow in the library. Plus, waking up to something to energizing to eat didn’t sound so bad. It wasn’t going to take long and you figured you had a bit more energy left to cut up some fruit before surrendering yourself to sleep.

Content with your decision you turned around and made your way towards your door. However, just as you were about to step out you heard three buzzes from your phone come back to back. Curiously, you walked back towards your desk and leaned down to read the message:

“Hey, if you need someone to study with then let me know and we can facetime and I can keep you company. If you want to of course. No pressure if you’re not up for it”

“Oh and grapefruits are really good to have the morning by the way, they’re refreshing”

“rest well.”

a/n: hello! This chapter is very long overdue and I’m really sorry about that. I’m not gonna go into it but just know that this series is back and I hope to keep a steady flow of updates going :)

I struggled a lot with writing this chapter partly because I myself am terrible at phone calls but I hope this gives an insight to difference between Iwa and Yn!

I will be opening up taglist for any of my newer readers who would like to keep up with the updates of “on track!” Feel free to comment or send me a message : ) Regarding my current taglist, it’s been months and I’ve noticed a lot of people changed their @s so I tried to find everyone who changed their users. If I accidentally tagged you and you weren’t on my list let me know + inform me if i also missed you. If you no longer want to be added, then please let me know if you would like to be removed from the taglist. Thank you all so much for your patience and feel free to let me know about your thoughts down below :)

++ I just want to clarify iwaizumi’s initial care for Y/n’s well-being isn’t meant to be interpreted as “omg he’s falling for her already” and should be seen as just someone who cares about his soulmate and wants them to be healthy. He knows that YN is his soulmate and cares about her because of that. But it’s more of a platonic care at the moment. They’re soulmates, yes, but he’s not in love with her and Y/n is not in love with him (yet at least) ya gets?

yeah i’m just a fan of slow burn

I just wanted to say that just because I’m not confident in the way I wrote him 😅 thank you so much again for reading!

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Training exercise

Summary: Loki is training you. However, one training session takes another turn.  Word count: 2.186 words Warning: Smut with a bit of knife play, teasing, sub Loki & dom Loki A/N: Thanks so much for al the likes and reblogs :)! Really appreciate it. If you have any comments, suggestions or ideas don’t be afraid to contact me. Hope you like this one.

Loki had you in his grip, his knife was against your throat. That was the third time in the last 10 minutes. “You are not paying attention” he sighed. He released you from his grip. You turned around “I’m tired, can’t we continue tomorrow?” you asked him. He just shook his head “It is important to practice every day, I told you this when you asked for my help” I know, I know… you thought a bit irritated. “Again” he said.

You changed your stance, standing in the first position. Loki was waiting for you. He looks hot today you thought. You took a deep breath. Don’t get distracted by him. Loki attacked first, with his left hand up high. You blocked him. With his right hand he moved his practice knife towards your stomach. You took a step back, making him miss. You tried to stab him in his shoulder, but he grabbed your wrist. You tried to punch him with your free hand, but he grabbed that wrist too. He crossed them, making you turn your back to him. He pushed you closer to him “You really are terrible today” he purred. “Whatever, it’s not like this is a real fight. Just a stupid drill exercise” you grumbled. However, I don’t mind you holding me like this.

There was a green glow around his practice knife, it turned into a real knife. “Let’s make it real then, shall we?” he hissed. He pushed you off him. You turned around, he looked angry. “Loki… that’s not… you know I didn’t…” you started to stammer. He suddenly stepped towards you, his knife went to your arm. Just in time you jumped back. “You could have cut me” you shouted at him. “You wanted real” he shouted back to you. He was moving fast, and his attacks were getting harder to dodge. He already had punched you in your stomach, gasping for air he tried to slice your throat. You blocked his knife with your practice knife. The real knife sliced right to yours. “This isn’t fair” you screamed. You were starting to get terrified. “Fights never are” he said irritated “now try to attack me, before you won’t be able to anymore”

You were starting to get angry. You tried to punch his face, but he blocked you. When you tried to kick him in his groin, he grabbed your leg and made you fall down on your back. You didn’t have time to recover, because he was on you a millisecond later. His knife was against your throat once again. “You’re death” he said. You were really angry with him now. “Last time I checked I was still breathing” you said annoyed. “Last time I checked I could cut your throat in a second, you won’t do much breathing after that” he quipped back with a smug face. Gosh, I want to punch him in his smug face and then kiss him you thought. He released the knife from your throat and was getting off of you. Right then you took the upper hand and push him to his back. In the process of doing this you sliced your shoulder against his knife.

He looked shocked at you. You were sitting on top of his hips, hands on his chest. The band of your tank top was cut, exposing one breast a bit more than the other. It was a shallow cut, but there was some blood trickling from it. It stung a bit, and you were breathing heavily. He grabbed your wrist and sat up right to get a better look at the cut. “That was stupid” he mumbled. You gave a tug at your wrist, but he didn’t release you. He held them together with one hand. The other one he used to heal your cut. In one smooth motion it was healed, but he didn’t remove his hand. His hand stroked the healed cut again and went a little lower. “Better?” he asked. When he looked at you, you saw that his pupils were dilated. He was stroking the place of the cut, making it very hard for you to formulate an answer.

You felt yourself starting to blush. You nodded and got off him as quick as you could. You wanted to walk away, but he grabbed your shoulder “Maybe you should lay down? You look a bit flushed” he said. He walked you inside, still having his hand around your shoulder. You noticed he pushed you a bit closer, which you didn’t mind at all. He led you to his chambers. “You sure?” you asked. You had a crush on Loki for years, but it did take a while to form a friendship. He started to train you a few weeks ago, that improved your friendship a lot. But you never had been inside his chambers, he didn’t want people to. “I think I overworked you a bit, so I want to keep an eye on you” he said. When he opened the door for you, he winked at you. That made you blush, and you avoided his gaze.

“Go lay on the bed” he said. His bed was huge. You walked towards it and lay on top of the sheets. Loki was taking off some of his armour, only wearing his pants and a shirt. His abbs are really visible. You went to lay on your side, so you couldn’t look at him anymore. Loki walked towards the other side of the bed and laid next to you. He was looking at you. You looked back at him “What’s wrong?” you asked him. He put a strand of your hair against your ear. You tried not to lean into his touch, but failed. I hope he doesn’t notice. “Are you finally going to tell me why you were so distracted today?” you looked at him in horror. You couldn’t tell him, you shook your head.

“How did you know?” you asked. “I would be a terrible teacher if I didn’t notice it. You hide it well, but not well enough for me. But maybe you wanted me to know subconsciously.” He moved a bit closer to you. His hand was stroking against the place where your cut was. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” You felt yourself move closer too, wanting nothing more than to lay closer to him. “No, thanks for healing me” you said. He moved his hand away, you were a bit disappointed. “You know, I know something that could make it better” he smirked. “What?” you wondered. He put his hand on your hip and moved closer. He closed the distance between you, his lips almost touching yours. You stopped breathing and looked up at him. “May I?” he whispered. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours. He started to kiss you slowly and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Your hand went to his neck, pulling him more down to deepen the kiss. He responded by sliding his hand from your hip to your lower back, pulling you more towards him. He broke this kiss and when his lips left yours you moved with him, not wanting to stop. He chuckled at your action. “Better?” he asked with a playful tone in his voice. You bit your lip. “Yeah, but how long have you known?” you asked him. “I read your thoughts when you seemed distracted, figuring out what was wrong. I don’t mind holding you so close either” he grinned at you “but you really should be able to defend yourself against my attacks by now” he said more serious. “Maybe you should show me a few more moves” you said teasingly. “Happy to oblige, darling”

He kissed you passionately. His hand went to your hair and he tugged at it. When you moaned he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. He was taking his time, exploring every inch of it. He broke the kiss and pushed you down hard on the bed. He was laying on top of you in a second. “You need to learn how to anticipate actions, get control of the situation” he told you. “I know, it’s just, it’s really hard to concentrate when your teacher is that hot” you smirked. He laughed at your comment. He started to kiss your neck, trailing up towards your ear. He sucked at your earlobe, making you moan. “New exercise: you don’t get to come, until you have gained the upper hand” he whispered in your ear. A green shimmer appeared and both of you were completely naked. You gasped, but Loki started to kiss you. Goosebumps were forming on your skin, from the cold, or from Loki’s actions, you did not know or care.  

Quickly you discovered that Loki was skilful. Every kiss, every stroke, every squeeze was deliberate and calculated. He had you a panting mess in five minutes and extremely wet in the next five. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t mind, especially since your hands were finally roaming his body. It didn’t take Loki long to get hard from your actions. He placed his body, so you weren’t able to move much. His fingers were stroking your clit, dipping between your folds. He would push two fingers inside you, finding that spot. Stroking you, almost sending you over the edge. But every time he sensed you would come, his would stop. He would kiss you, stroke your breast, pinch your nipples. He repeated that three times and you were almost sobbing. You wanted to come, badly.

You tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. You tried to push him inside you, but he wouldn’t let you. The only thing he let you do was go through his hair, caress is back and stroke his cock. But after stroking his cock for a few minutes he would grab your wrists and put them above your head. “I thought I taught you better than this” he purred. When his hand moved down to your sensitive clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. Not again you thought. You didn’t know what came over you, but you saw a dagger on his nightstand. You grabbed the dagger, locked your legs in his knees and rolled him over. He grunted while you pushed him on his back, straddling his laps, knife against his throat. You locked eyes, both panting heavily.

“Good girl” he grinned. You felt his cock twitch. You noticed something change in his eyes. He likes not being in control. You put more pressure on the knife, he hissed. “Hand under your head” you told him. He narrowed his eyes and for a moment you thought he wouldn’t listen. But he did, he put his hand under his head. You slowly trailed the knife towards his chest, you felt his hips buckle underneath you. You smirked at him “New exercise: you won’t get to come until you back me for it”. His eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but you put the point of the dagger on his chest. Not enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough so he would feel it. He closed his mouth and nodded at you. “Good boy” you purred. You put his cock inside of you. You rode him, alternating your pace from slow, to fast, back to slow. Every time Loki buckled his hips you stopped. Every time his hands moved from under his head you put more pressure on the dagger and told him to lay still.

After a long time, you were still riding him, slowly. Then you heard Loki saying “please”. His voice cracked when he begged you. You decided to comply and rode him faster. “One hand on my clit” you said. Loki immediately obeyed and was stroking your clit, gritting his teeth. You saw he didn’t want to come before you. He was trying hard. The orgasm you had shot through you and you came screaming his name. Loki came right after, pumping in and out of you a few more times. You cleaned yourself and when you came back you saw that Loki was dressed in lounge pants on his bed. He handed you one of his shirts, which was way too big for you. You put it on and laid next to him, head on his chest. He was playing with your hair. “Didn’t take you for a submissive type” you finally said to him. You looked at him and swore you saw him blush for a second. “I’m not, but I don’t know in here… a bit, maybe” he said while motioning at his room. You noticed he didn’t look you in the eyes. “I like it” you said “I am definitely paying more attention next time we train” you smirked. He looked at you, you saw doubt in his eyes, but was replaced with relief. He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled yourself closer to his neck. “Why did you think I wanted to train you in the first place?” he said.