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migraines, van palmer

van palmer x fem!reader (817 words) (request)
in which you have a particularly bad migraine day and van does her best to take care of you.
warnings: chronic migraines, hurt/comfort, van being worried :(
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Van holds her breath as she slowly cracks the door open, doing her best to make the least amount of noise possible.
She lets her eyes adjust to the dark bedroom, glad to have had her blinds fixed just a few days ago. Being the reason of your increasing pain would cause the heaviness on her heart to feel even worse.
She can see your figure under all the covers, strands of hair peeking from them. It makes having to pull them from you feel even worse.
Quietly walking over to you, she sits on the soft covers and gently pulls them away until she can she your tightly shut eyes. You practically whimper in displease, bringing your finger to your temples.
"'M sorry, baby." Van whispers as lowly as possibly.
Bringing the cold towel in her hand to your forehead, she presses slightly at your temples and rubs your scalp with her free hand. Hating the way your discomfort doesn't seem to subside.
It's been like this for the whole day, now being late in the afternoon. She's starting to feel hopeless, barely having managed to make you eat the whole day while the pain stayed constant.
Van hesitates for a moment before saying, "Maybe we should pay the doctor a visit." It's no that she wants to, but if that means you'll feel better than so be it.
You immediately shake your head, hissing at the way it makes your eyes sting with pain.
"No." You decide on saying, voice coming out croaked and slightly harsh.
"Okay." She answers softly, choosing to not talk further.
She doesn't blame you for your tone, she wouldn't be nice to anyone either if her head felt like it might explode at any moment. Taking a glance at her watch, she realizes it's been enough time for you to take some meds again.
It's hard to know exactly how you feel or what you want, mostly with how unresponsive you've gotten.
Deciding it's probably a better idea to leave you in the quiet and come when she has your meds and an herbal tea ready, Van gets up from the bed with a sigh. She pushes away the waver of distressed tears.
You reach for her wrist, giving it a squeeze and opening your eyes slightly. "Don't go." You mumble.
"Just getting something to make you feel better, sweet thing." She smiles sweetly, pulling your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.
You force a smile on your face too, squeezing her hand once again before letting go of it, "'Kay." Before closing your eyes once again.
The redhead takes that as the first time all day in which you've showed to be pleased with one of her many attempts at making you feel better, relief washing over her.
Moving around in the kitchen, Van swiftly prepares your tea - making sure to pour it on your favourite mug in hopes of cheering you up even a little bit.
It's not long before she's back by your bedside, helping you sit up even with your protests and handing you your tea and meds.
You pat the bed beside you, urging her to lay beside you as you slowly sip your tea. "Yes, ma'am." Van obliges happily.
It's warm under the covers from you laying there all day, but you don't look as warm as you did before and that's enough to not make her panic.
"Feeling better?" She asks, sensing your mood better than it was a few minutes ago. Maybe siting up wasn't that bad of an idea.
"Mhm." You hum contently, setting your tea down before leaning heavily against her shoulder.
"Got me worried for a bit there." Van affirms with a kiss to your temple.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I've never been much of a doctor." She jokes with a huff.
"You did just fine." You reassure, sensing some honesty in her voice. Making her worried was not on your plans at all.
"How about i make us some soup for dinner?" She questions after a moment of silence, hopeful that she will get you to have a full meal until the day ends.
"Sure. Later, though." Your voice is a bit groggy, but it's not a no and that's good. Maybe after a nap. "Just don't burn down the kitchen again."
Your girlfriend chuckles in response, pulling you to lay down comfortably on the pillows before enveloping you in her arms. You bury your face in her chest, her heartbeat making you even sleepier than before.
You feel one of her hands cradling your head, gently massaging it with her fingers as the other pulls you the closest possible to her. You squeeze her waist in a thankful gesture.
The last thing you hear before falling into a slumber is a faint 'i love you', pulling one last smile to your lips as response.
#yellowjackets#vanessa palmer x reader#van yellowjackets#van palmer#vanessa palmer#van palmer x reader
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ARE YOU AND COWORKER DATING?! đ đ
Ahdkakskal perchance yes
#not snz#idk how it all happened so fast but it did#like i was here thinking I'd be hopelessly pining until i moved on#but no that's mine now đ#thank god one of us can communicate honestly bc this never would've happened otherwise lmao#also i didn't realize how much i like being touched ahdjaksl like I've always been pretty touch adverse#but i like when he holds my hand or puts his arm around my shoulder#like he's warm and i feel like he's safe#but also I'm afraid this is just gonna end badly bc i have âš trauma âš he doesn't know about that might make him hate me#so there's that#so idk when to bring all that up in case it's a deal breaker but i don't particularly wanna talk about any of it#so I'm just gonna stress about that now lmao but other than that I'm just đ„°#once again i wanna squish his face a little bit lmao#partner posting
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Knowing What You Will Never Know
If only I could've never known
If only I had never realized
Everything is different now
But I don't know if it could be for better or worse
I never thought I'd endure this curse
I always thought of it as something only others felt
But no one can compare to you
And I hate that it has to be you
Everything was fine
Because you were my everything
When you were just a friend
All I could and can think about is you
Every time you look at me my heart will sing
But now I know why
Until you I've never been shy
You are my everything
And I hate that I wish it was your arms around me
It feels like such a cliché
To be experiencing this feeling everyone seems to have in this way
That I'd never considered till now
I want to be with you
My face burns and my breath quickens
But I wish I could be that one
Knowing it's something that could never be done
Knowing you would never want me
You were the first make me feel loved
The first to make me feel like more than a waste of space
You listen to me
Every time I start to feel as if I'm being pushed out of the light
You take my hand and invite me back in
No one compares
And no one will ever make me feel the same
There was no way I could've prepared
To feel like this
Why must it be you?
You do not deserve this.
You are the world, the moon and the earth and the wind rushing through my hair
I hope you don't notice my adoring stare
It really isn't that bad
If I'm being honest, I'm honestly glad
I've never truly felt this way
It's new and strange
But I'm happy to watch from the sidelines and bask in your glow
Wrapping myself in the warm feeling I never thought I could have
Knowing what you will never know
#I never thought I'd be the one writing sappy love poems#I never thought about how I've never had a real crush#but... No one ever made me feel like this until now#I have a friend#and for years I wondered why she was unlike any other friend I'd ever had#I always talk about oblivious stupid book characters and then realized I AM stupid oblivious book characters XD#she's everything to me and I have no idea how I missed the reason behind that#but I know for a fact that she could never reciprocate that feeling#but honestly? I'm okay with that#it's weird but strangely nice#my face heats up and I finally know what people mean when the say they get butterflies#She's gorgeous and I hate that I can't stop thinking about her#It makes everything complicated but I've given up on trying to stop feelings when they come#I just hope it doesn't ruin everything#anyway that was probably a bit too much I shared in the tags#poems#Eda poems#poetry
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One time my mom took me to a hibachi grill with a bunch of her friends and if you've never been to a hibachi grill basically the draw is that theres a bunch of interactive performance stuff done by the cook who cooks for you at your table, and one of the tricks they did at this one was take a squeeze bottle full of liquor and shoot it into your mouth across the table (with permission)
And now at our table my mom explained this because it was my first time going, and she wanted to make sure to warn me it was liquor because she knows I don't drink- she just said "if he offers to shoot at your mouth, say no because it's alcohol".
And so the chef does his thing and it's all very impressive, but the time does come where he pulls out this squeeze bottle of booze and asks me if I wanna try
I of course say no, because I really don't do alcohol, so he moves on to someone else
And I watch, and slowly come to understand that this is some sort of game, because once someone is drinking from the continuous flow the chef starts counting "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
I realize that we're trying to see who can keep drinking the liquor from three feet away without choking or spilling, and its a bummer cause i kinda wanna try and I CAN'T
But he goes around the table with everyone there, and I think my mom makes it to three, one friend makes it to five, I think my brother got to three as well, and he comes back to me
And I'm REALLY bummed out now but I will not drink alcohol, so I sort of sadly repeat that I can't when he pulls out a SECOND BOTTLE and grins and goes "juice?"
And Im like FUCK YEAH LET'S GO and I'm a bit worried he's gonna spray it into my eye or something but he doesn't, it hits me right at the back of the throat, and I start drinking while the whole fucking table counts "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
And like
It just sorta
Kept going?
And Im looking at the chef and he starts freaking out by the time we get to six, and at around seven I kinda start looking around and my auntie is staring back in shock, my brother is laughing his ass off and my mom has her face in her hands
And then at like nine or ten it gets like. Super tense and quiet, and only the chef is still counting
And I guess it got too much for even him cause we're at eleven and I don't believe in quitting early and it is almost painful how awkward it's getting
So he cuts me off at twelve and raises his hands in the air and everyone else cheers and claps like a dumb movie
and I just sit back in my seat to look back at my mother staring at me surrounded by everyone she knows, bright fucking red in the face and choking with honest to god tears in her eyes and she puts her face back in her palms and starts chanting "I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know"
So I give her the biggest, proudest grin and tell her, "I won."
So now every time something suggestive happens in a movie, or in conversation, or something shocking happens around us and she goes to jokingly cover my ears, I just ask her, "Remember when I won?" And she goes face-down and groans, because I know EXACTLY how she thinks I trained to develop that particular skill and she HATES knowing that about me
The truth is though, I'm a whole ass 28 year old virgin. I've never so much as kissed anyone in my life. I had no idea I could do that trick until that exact moment
But she doesn't know that, and I'm never gonna tell her
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( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please donât edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)
"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"
"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."
"shhh. donât tell anyone i said this but... youâre my favorite person."
"youâre so pretty. itâs actually unfair. iâm mad at you now."
"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."
"if you asked me right now, iâd run away with you."
"i told myself i wouldnât cry and now look at meâi'm soggy."
"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."
"i don't want to go home. itâs not warm there like you are."
"you smell like safety. thatâs weird, right?"
"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."
"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."
"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."
"you always knew me better than anyone. itâs scary sometimes."
"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. itâs pathetic, i know."
"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."
"you promised me youâd stay. why did you lie?"
"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."
"donât laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."
"youâre everything to me. but itâs fine. you donât have to feel the same."
"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."
"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."
"iâm not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."
"i wish i was braver when it counted."
"itâs you. itâs always been you."
"do you think we missed our chance?"
"they donât deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."
"stop looking at me like that. iâll fall in love all over again."
"you said you didnât want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."
"iâm scared. and itâs not the boozeâitâs the idea of losing you."
"i tell everyone iâm over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."
"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."
"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please donât."
"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."
"you taste like trouble and iâd still kiss you again."
"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."
"every version of me has wanted every version of you."
"you were my home. i didnât realize until i lost the key."
"donât leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."
"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."
"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"
"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"
"youâre my what-if. and it kills me."
"can we just stay like this? pretend itâs still us?"
"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."
"i lied. when i said i didnât care. i always did."
"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."
"you make the world feel a little less heavy."
"i saved every text. is that weird?"
"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."
#uservolkova#dialogue prompts#dialogue prompt#writing prompts#prompts#drunk prompts#story prompts#dark romance prompts#drama prompts#fanfic prompt#fanfic prompts#fic prompt#fluff prompt#fluff prompts#otp prompts#otp prompt#romance prompts#au prompt#rp prompts#soft otp prompts#story prompt#writing prompt#scene prompt#prompt list
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Pt3 of the Danny is the 99th attempted clone Tim made of Kon. Kon learns about Danny.
Relevant info: Kon was dead closer to a year and a half in this au, and this happens a few months after his revival.
[Pt2: here] [Pt4: here]
So Tim has admittedly been putting off meeting up with the Titans. Everyone has settled back into the new normal. Too much has happened for it to look anything like before, but the other 3 Titans have been hanging out semi-regularly, and Tim turns down their invites 3 of 4 times. He knows it's starting to hurt their feelings, and he hates that.
But... he's scared to admit he's a father now. A father to a clone of one of them. He's not sure how to bring it up. Cassie never asked if he was successful, probably just assumed he failed because there isn't a third Superboy flying around. Jokes on her. Danny isn't going to be a Superboy. He's not allowed to even think about being a hero or vigilante until he's 14 at the earliest, and Tim is going to help him find his own name if he chooses that path. He won't be a Robin or Superboy. He won't live in the shadow of those legacies if Tim can help it.
None of that is relevant for the here and now, though. Tim got Jason to babysit Danny and finally agreed to a hang out with the Titans. He asked Danny for his opinion first before making his decision and got the go ahead. So, Tim is finally going to come clean.
Tim barely makes it into the tower when he's tackled by his friends.
"Tim! You're here!" Bart cheers.
"Yeah, it's good to see you guys too. Sorry I haven't been very present." Tim fidgets. "I've been busy... I also haven't been honest..."
"Tim?" Cassie sounds concerned. And Tim just can't. He extracts himself from the puppy pile. He can't make himself give eye contact. He's sure his guilt and shame are written all over his body language.
"Tim, you can tell us anything." Kon sounds super genuine. Tim takes a deep grounding breath.
"Okay, let's do this like a bandaid." Tim finally looks at them, focusing mostly on Kon. "I have a son. He's technically Kon's, too."
He gets the dubious pleasure of watching his three idiots look at his abdomen, as if he gave birth.
"Why-? Kon, we never fucked!? What the fuck guys??" He sputters, waving his hands in front of him.
"Then how-" Cassie realizes. "Oh!"
"Oh?? What do you mean??" Bart is looking between them and vibrating in confusion. Kon is just looking like a confused and concerned puppy.
"Okay, so, I may have had a breakdown with everyone dying or going missing." Tim grimaces. "And while I was fully aware that even if I succeeded, it wouldn't be Kon, I still tried to clone him. And, um, I did manage to succeed in the end."
"Fuck, Tim.." Kon starts.
"Look, I was in a really fucking dark place and needed even just a piece of good I lost." Tim hugs himself, self loathing burning him from the inside out. "Everyone was turning their back on me, I just needed something, anything, to keep going."
"Fuck, I should have helped..." Cassie bites her lip, chewing on her guilty conscious.
"It's fine. No one was listening. Don't beat yourself up over it. You were in a bad spot, too." Tim gives a humorless laugh. "Danny was my 99th attempt. And my last attempt, if I'm honest. I could feel myself breaking more with each failure. On a fucking whim, I decided to make the 99th attempt a baby instead of trying for a teenager, and it worked. I fucked up a bit, I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to that of a 1 year old, but he was alive. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. I was scared to tell you. I'm sorry-"
"Tim.." Kon cuts him off, and Tim snaps his mouth shut. "I.. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about you cloning me, but I'd like to meet him. What's his name?"
Tim rapidly blinks back tears. "Aedan Drake, he prefers being called Danny. I.. I didn't add Kent because I don't trust Clark with him or give him an El name, I wanted him to understand kryptonian language and culture first. I... I also wanted Danny to be old enough to make the decision over his name himself. I don't want him to be treated like you were. The house of El were so awful to you."
"I understand, Tim." Kon steps towards Tim, "Can.. Can I hug you?"
Tim nods and is swept into a tight hug. He feels something give emotionally, and he sobs into his shoulder. "I fucking love him so much."
"Tell me about him." Kon says softly. He can feel Bart and Cassie hoving, unsure what to do, but unwilling to leave.
"He's physically around 3 now. He loves ghosts and space and named the wolf plushy I bought him on his first day alive Wulf." There's some chuckles over that. "He's sassy and petty, but insanely sweet and tries to help out with any and all tasks. I see so much of both of us in him. Nature vs Nurture is a messy bitch. You remember what I said my start as Robin was like?"
"How you had to babysit a grown ass man and force him into better habits?" Cassie snarks.
"Karma's a funny bitch. Danny started doing the same shit to me as soon as he figured out how to walk." Tim giggles. "Anytime we weren't in danger, he'd force me to take care of injuries and to eat and sleep. And I'd do it because what kind of monster denies a baby trying to be helpful... plus he gets really stressed and depressed if he can't help."
Tim grips the back of Kon's shirt. "I don't understand how he developed my people pleaser tendencies so early on. We were stuck on LoA bases when he first started doing everything in his power to help me. I was purposely being a little shit to our "hosts" at the time. So it wasn't a surprise that he developed a Robin's need to troll, but he only saw me be nice to him."
"The LoA??" Kon asks in alarm.
"It was a rough year..." Tim scowls. "And if I see Ra's again, I'm gutting him. B's rules be damned."
"What happened?" Cassie asks, suddenly a lot closer.
"He's a creep, a pedo, and a child abuser." Kon rubs Tim's suddenly very stiff back and shoulders. "I could handle him being creepy towards me. While gross and awful to have a disgusting 300 or something year old man trying to wife me-"
"Excuse me???"
"He WHAT?"
"-I'm more pissed I couldn't protect Danny. I don't know what that piece of shit did when I couldn't take Danny with me, but Danny is linked to the pit now. He luckily doesn't have pit rage like Jason, but he can calm Jason's pit and apparently glows according to Duke." Tim sobs. "I should have killed the man when I had a chance. I don't know what he did to Danny!"
"It's not your fault, Tim." Kon hugs Tim tightly, it's almost painful. "You were in a tough spot and doing your best to keep you both alive."
"Just focus on healing and moving on." Bart says while running a hand through Tim's hair. Cassie rubs both Tim and Kon's backs as Tim gets himself under control.
"Can.. can I meet him?" Kon whispers.
"I'd love for you to meet him." Tim sniffles. "He was nervous you'd hate him for existing. I apparently passed on my stupid anxiety. I couldn't quite get him to believe me when I told him he wouldn't be who you'd be mad at if you got mad. He wants to meet you, but I accidentally made the most jaded baby in the world."
"A Super raised by a Bat is going to be terrifying." Bart giggles. "We'll have to make sure he doesn't become a supervillain."
"Meh. He's too cute. If he goes evil, all he has to do is pout and he'll instantly win." Tim jokes, wiggling out of the hug. "Want to see pictures?"
There's a very strong positive response. The next 3 hours finds Tim showing off pictures and explaining the stories behind them, his team melting at how cute his son is. Tim feels the lightest he's felt in a while. He does have to promise Bart and Cassie to bring Danny over once Kon and Danny meet one on one first.
What Tim doesn't know is Kon is absolutely obsessed with and slightly horny over this parental side of Tim. He's fully daydreaming of the 3 of them living together and being disgustingly domestic the whole time Tim is showing off Danny. Cassie can tell what Kon is thinking about and is amused.
Once Tim leaves, the Titans go to the training room and fuck up some bots because of the rage they feel on Tim and Danny's behalf. They all agree to be as petty as possible to any LoA members they come across and to murder Ra's the moment there's an opportunity to do so without the JL knowing. Tim isn't the only unhinged one on this team. That's why they work so well together.
#tim drake#batfam shenanigans#danny phantom#danny fenton#kon el kent#kon el#conner kent#cassie sandsmark#bartholomew allen#clone danny#de aged danny#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc titans#tw attempted sa#tw murder mention#tw implied abuse#tw implied child abuse#tw mental illness#tw mental health#tw mental breakdown#tw pedophila mention#timkon
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the letters i "never" sent .á | to all the boys i've loved before àšà§ | nct dream
when a box of y/nâs secret love letters accidentally gets sent out, their world turns upside down as seven different boys from their past suddenly confront them about their hidden feelings. each boy has a different reactionâsome amused, some shocked, and some realizing they might just feel the same way. as y/n navigates the chaos of their exposed crushes, they find themselves at the center of an unexpected love story, one where they have to choose between the people they once lovedâand the ones they might just love now.
pairing: nct dream xfem!reader
note: the prologue is here! i'm ngl i don't think this is my best work but sorry it took me so long (a month) -- um school is literally my 24/7 but thankfully spring break is next week so i have more time to work on everything and hopefully get everything out! i have like..... 2 more months of school and then i'm FREED. stay strong mrkified nation, daddy (me) will be back soon
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Sunlight peered into your room as your alarm started to blare that forsaken tune that told you it was time to get up for school. Your eyes still felt heavy as you slowly tossed and turned until you eventually arose from your spot in your bed. While you were slowly opening your eyes you were feeling slightly groggy, you started gathering your stuff to get ready for the school day. The sound of water pouring in the shower could be heard from the bathroom as you looked through your closet for something to wear. After you picked out an outfit you quickly ran towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.
You got to school with 5 minutes to spare and surprisingly â that was the least of your worries. Before you could even walk onto campus from the parking lot, the class president was yelling at everyone to get to class. You tried your best to avoid him before vanishing down the hallway.
When you thought you were in the clear, you felt a hand pull you around the corner into an empty room. You whipped around to face the culprit â the class president Mark Lee.
The day you met Mark was the first day of third grade. You both sat on opposite sides of the class so you didn't interact much outside of class, but he would always go out of his way to be nice to you. You two were not quite friends but he gave you tons of candy with a clumsy smile that you liked a little too much.
âMark?! What the fuck!â you exclaimed as you pulled from his grasp, freeing your arm. He looked like he didn't know what to say as he took a moment to get his words out.
âI wanted to talk about thisâ Mark lifted up his hand to reveal a white envelope with a red heart on it.
A letter you knew far too well â It was one of the seven letters that you wrote when your crush was too intense that you had to confess your feelings in the form of a letter. It started in elementary school after Mark bought you a candy and you became head over heels. The letters let you organize your thoughts and feelings which is why you kept writing more as the years went by. The letters possibly getting out would be the end of the world â you had to get out of there to figure it out fast.
You originally tried to play dumb, since you knew he was awkward and hated confrontation. âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
âAre you sure? This came in the mail yesterday, it says itâs from youâ Mark shuffled around, unsure how to go about this.
âUm..yeah.. Iâm not sure what it is, maybe someoneâs messing with us or something? But listen I really have to get to class and you shouldnât be late either Markâ You awkwardly smiled and gestured to the door before turning and walking out. How did Mark Lee get his hands on his letter? You had to figure this out before the rest of them got their hands on their letters â unless they got it already?
You started desperately walking faster, speeding up to try and make it back to the parking lot. You couldnât make it far before you became face first with someoneâs back. This was starting to feel like a clichĂ© â getting pulled into a classroom, bumping into someoneâs back, what could happen next?
You couldnât think for long as the boy you bumped into turned around revealing an annoyed Donghyuck. When his eyes shifted onto yours, his expression turned into a more amused one.
Donghyuck â more commonly known as Haechan, was a first class asshole. He was a bully, always making fun of people who he thought were under him. Always skipping class, never misses a party, he was one of the boys you were the most ashamed of liking.
âWell look who it is, I thought I had to search the whole school to find you. Who knew you would just come running to me, I guess I'm as irresistible as you thinkâ His tone was smooth as he leaned against the wall. He seemed to have his letter as well, and playing dumb wouldnât work as well as it did with Mark but you still had to try as getting out of there is your priority.
âI donât know what youâre talking about Donghyuck â and I definitely donât have time for this, please moveâ The desperation was present in your voice. You waved your hands to signal him to move but to no avail â Donghyuck stayed planted in his spot. Amusement was more prominent on his face as his smile grew bigger when you tried to move around him but he pulled you back.
âNot so fast baby, you know what Iâm talking about and itâs clear you do, but really? You had a crush on me? Now that is not what I expected to come home toâ He pushed back against the wall as he pulled the smushed letter out of his pocket. âDear Donghyuck, first of all I will never call you Haechââ âDonât start!â
You quickly covered his mouth and looked around for any witnesses. âLook Donghyuck. I donât know how you got that but I really canât talk about this right now, okay? The letter is old anywayâ you sighed. You heard his muffled protests from under your hands before you removed them, hoping he didnât try to embarrass you.
âY/n? Haechan?â A voice questioned behind you
You knew the owner of the voice and you knew it too well â Lee Jeno. Professional fuckboy and Donghyuckâs ex best friend. Of course he would be behind you right now, does anyone in this school even go to class?
âWhat do you want Jeno? Canât you tell sheâs busy?â Donghyuck glared at the boy.
âI wanted to ask if this letter was seriousâ He replied while holding up his infamous letter in his hand. Just great.
Before you could even speak, Donghyuck spoke up. âYouâre telling me HE got one too?â
Donghyuck rolled his eyes and scoffed, âOut of everyone in this school, you chose Jeno to write to? Unbelievableâ
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean, huh?â Jeno stepped forward, a questioning look on his face. The tension was rising and you were starting to feel awkward so you started to look for an escape.
âYou know exactly what I meanâ Dobghyuck crossed his arms. âWhy would she want NEOâs number one fuckboy?â
Jenoâs jaw tightened. âWhy do you always do this Haechan? You always have to start somethingâ His voice was laced with frustration.
As the boys continued their argument, you escaped down the hall once you figured they wouldn't notice. Every step you took got faster until you were eventually running out the main door of the school. A little dramatic -- but this is your social life! Senior year cannot end with seven boys thinking you're head over heels for them, it could get messy.
Considering your odds of three out of seven, it was safe to say that all of them might have gotten their letters. After pushing back the feeling of humiliation you finally had made it to the parking lot. Before you could celebrate, you saw a note on your car that wrote â âWe should talk, Renjun.â
Renjun was from your Chemistry class Freshman year â stereotypical top student who didn't do anything to jeopardize his grades. During Freshman year you were on top of your grades and went to a lot of study groups which is what got you somewhat familiar with Renjun but you were never really close. Your strive for good grades caused you to form a crush on the boy because with âboth of your smarts your baby would be a mini Einstein.â Sucks you got lazy after sophomore year.
Considering the note came the day the letters got sent out â it's no coincidence that he wanted to talk. You picked up the note and rummaged your pockets for your car keys before unlocking and getting into your car. Once you were in, you turned the car on and let it sit before putting it into drive.
The first thing you could think about is how easy it was to sneak out of school â like seriously⊠all those days spent in your third period WASTED â but this wasn't the problem here. How did all your confession letters get leaked? You would notice if you sent them yourself, right? You think youâd have enough spacial awareness to notice you shipped the wrong box of letters. Potentially.
You spent the rest of the time driving home thinking about what the rest of the boys' reactions would have been. Renjun probably read through the letter and then stashed it somewhere unimportant. Chenle probably laughed, heâd find it hilarious that someone liked him enough to write out their feelings to him. It boosted his ego knowing that you liked him. He probably told his whole team by now, his big mouth running on and on about how you are obsessed with him. You grimaced at the realization but kept going. You knew Jisung didn't care, probably shrugged off the letter and threw it away before going back to whatever emo guitarists do. Jisungâs reaction would be your ideal reaction from all seven of the boys but at least he wouldnât pester you like Donghyuck and Chenle.
You kept driving for a while, listening to whatever songs that would distract your mind. When you approached your neighborhood you noticed someone was sitting outside your front door. This was particularly odd since it was only about 10 am on a school day. When you got closer you realized it was Jaemin, the last one out of the seven boys you wrote to. Letting out a deep breath, you pulled the car into your driveway. You put the car in park then gathered all your things before turning off the car.
Jaemin is your neighbor from next door, he moved in last summer and you both hit it off fairly fast. He was the sweetest and it wasnât that long before you developed a crush on him. You didn't want to ruin what you two had so you hid your feelings with a letter before he was able to catch on.
Once you were out of the car, Jaemin stood up and walked towards you. âHiâ
He gave you an awkward smile and a slight wave, it was obvious he was nervous.
âHey Jaeminâ You responded reluctantly, sending him a short wave.
âCan we talk about this?â He held up the letter addressed to him and gave you a questioning look before continuing. âI donât want us to be awkward, I really cherish our friendship.â he held your hand, a genuine smile on his face.
You could tell he didnât want this to mess anything up but you started to feel overwhelmed. You pulled your hand out of his grasp.
âListen â Iâve had a long day and I just want to go to my room and take a nap or something, can we talk tomorrow?â You walked past him before pulling out your keys and unlocking the door,
âSee you Jaeminâ You gave him a small wave before closing the door, all Jaemin could do was stand there processing what just happened. He had a strange look on his face, a face you couldnât read. You didnât want to dwell on it, you didnât want to break your own heart over what he was thinking. After the door was closed, Jaemin let out a slight sigh before slowly turning around and leaving your porch.
You didnât mean to shove the door in his face, but after seeing Jaemin it all just started to feel so real. It was finally sinking in that you just confessed to seven boys in the span of one day, every letter confessing your feelings (some more detailed than othersâŠ) and now you possibly could lose your somewhat friendship with some of them, especially Jaemin. How are you going to face them now that they know your true feelings? You let out a deep sigh and walked towards your room feeling defeated.
Once you walked through the door you ran straight to your closet. Searching for the box was harder than you thought, but when you found the small brown box filled with your graduation invites it all clicked in your head.
Yesterday you decided to send out the graduation invitations to your family, but you left in a hurry since the post office closed early that day. You quickly ran to your closet and grabbed the first box you saw, confidently taking the letters and putting them in your bag. You didnât think to double check the letters which in turn caused all seven of the white love letters to be sent to their respective recipients.
After you reflected on the day before, you found a form of peace knowing that you were the reason that your letters were sent instead of someone else. At least it was almost the end of the year and this situation wouldnât dwell past two months.
You got up from your spot in front of your closet and climbed into bed. Today was humiliating to say the least, but at least you have a valid reason to skip school!
âI just hope this doesnât last until graduation..â you muttered before shifting around. You stretched out your limbs and got comfortable before slowly drifting off, blissfully unaware of the message that popped up on your phone,
âCan we talk?â
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Beneath the Surface
Azriel x Reader
Hi All! So this isn't one of the Az requests unfortunately, but this is one of my private fics I already had written. I'm still working on the Az request that's in the queue, but I'm lowkey hating everything I've been writing so it'll probably take me a little longer to perfect it.
In the meantime, I wanted to get something put up for you all. Sticking to the fandom that was requested I decided to post this Az fic! Probably very stereotypical trope, but this was what I got. This one is a little heavier than my Xaden fic, so please read with caution. I hope you all enjoy!
Content Warning: Mentions of Suicide, self-sabotage, depression, & guilt
Again, I apologize if I missed any other warnings. Please read with caution.
Talk soon, and please enjoy!
âIâm getting her back,â a low growl cut through the tent. Y/Nâs head whipped to the Shadowsinger. âIâm going with you,â her High Ladyâs voice intervened. âThen you will both die,â her sisterâs cold voice replied.Â
Y/Nâs head was reeling. In just hours after scrying for the Cauldron, the Inner Circle and then some were gathered around in the middle Archeronâs tent. She was stolen away. Lured by the promise of her human past. AndâŠand Azriel was the first to throw himself into harm's way.Â
Y/N was barely there as she watched Feyre shift into the dead priestess. Barely there as everyone began moving, readying themselves for their departure. Azriel hadnât glanced once at her. His best friend.Â
A silent brush of claws filled the Illyrianâs head. Y/N dropped her shields momentarily allowing Rhysâ voice to float into her mind. You are awfully quiet. Y/N snorted. He can do whatever he sees fit. A bemused feeling washed over her as Rhys carefully crafted his next words. I heard what happened. Quite a nasty little argument you had with him earlier. Y/Nâs eyes shot to Rhys who was conveniently studying the daggers Cassian was equipping Feyre with. He started it. Trying to sideline me. I may not have wings but I know how to fight.Â
Rhys finally met her gaze, You need to tell him.Â
Tell him what exactly, brother? Y/N quirked her brow.Â
You know. The fact that you are in love with him.
Feyreâs eyes darted back and forth between her mate and Y/N clearly noting they were having some form of silent conversation. He made his choice Rhys. Just as itâs always been for the past five centuries. Thereâs no point in telling him now.Â
Truth be told, Y/N had known this story. Had lived through it with Mor. And now she had to live through it again with Elain. Her best friend, for centuries, after Rhysâ mother had taken her in regardless of her lack of wings, was hopelessly in love with another femaleâŠas usual. It was nothing new to Y/N. He only saw her as a friend. A sister perhaps.Â
Y/N wasnât really sure when her own feelings had shifted. Her and Azriel were always more than just siblings like she was with Rhys and Cassian. Everyone around knew there was something special between them. So much so that Y/N had even felt a spark of hope until Azriel met Mor, and then the whole incident with Cassian, Eris, and Morâs father occurred. She slowly realized he would never see her as more than a friend, and Y/N began to be okay with that. And then she watched him do it again when Feyreâs sister entered the picture. It stung, but she was used to it.Â
There is the point that we all may die or he may die. Rhysâ voice cut into her thoughts. Rhys. Stop. I canât think about all of this right now or I will break. Heâll be fine. Rhys merely gave her a sympathetic feeling before she felt his presence exit her mind. He was right though. Azriel could very well die. She needed air. Or she would lose it. The initial shock of his announcement wearing off, nervousness settling in.Â
Y/N quietly retreated outside of the stifling tent. The cool night air brushed over her clammy face as she took a deep breath. Something tickled at her ankles. She glanced down to see a single tendril of a shadow wrapped around it. She gave it a small smile. âIâm alright,â she whispered to it. âGo tell him Iâm fine.âÂ
The little wisp of darkness hesitated before retreating back into the tent. Y/N grimaced, that old, familiar feeling of heartache seeping into her chest. She didnât want him to go. Nesta and Rhys were right. They most likely would die. Everyone saw what the camp looked like. Elain could be anywhere. And selfishly, she did not want her High Lady and Shadowsinger to go in there. Especially her Shadowsinger.
A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Y/N took a shaky breath. A quiet rustle behind her signaled someone had stepped out of the tent. She felt him before she saw him as she always did. Slowly, Y/N turned around and saw Azriel standing behind her. His face softened as he took her in. âY/N IâŠâ he started, approaching her. âIâIâm sorry about what I said earlier.â Y/N sighed before meeting him halfway. Her heart crumpled. He was still her best friend, and she still cared. âItâs okay, Az. I understand,â she said quietly, gazing up into his warm eyes. Eyes she was so, so familiar with. His warmth engulfed her, as they were standing maybe just a hair closer than any normal friends would stand.Â
âNo. Itâs not. I justâyouâre not incompetent. I know what you can do on a battlefield. Itâs justâI just donât want to see you get hurt,â he signed, taking his hand in hers. Y/N watched as his gaze fell on their intertwined hands. He fiddled with her fingers as a nervous habit.Â
âI know. I donât want to see you get hurt either,â Y/N whispered, her unspoken selfish words hanging in the air. Azrielâs eyes flicked back to hers studying for a moment. Were they closer? Y/N thought to herself. âSay it,â he replied. âSay the words and I wonât do it. I wonât go.âÂ
Y/Nâs heart picked up. She knew if she told him not to go after Elain he wouldnât. He would drop it immediately. But Feyreâs face flashed in her head. Nestaâs moans of pain ripped through her. They were a part of their family now. Y/N shook her head, more tears slipping down her face. âI canât do that,â she let out a shaky laugh, casting her head down. His other hand felt warm as he caressed her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.Â
âYouâre the only one who has a chance to get in and out without being noticed. You have to get both of them out. Theyâre family now,â Y/N whispered. Azriel didnât say anything, but when she met his intense gaze, those three little words felt heavy on her tongue. Looking into his eyes, she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him so bad it was like her skin was on fire. Y/N couldnât breathe. He could very well be walking right into his death.Â
But she couldnât do it. She couldnât drop the biggest bomb on their friendship when he needed his sole focus elsewhere. So, she stayed silent. She stayed silent even as he nodded and said, âIâll be fine. I promise Iâll come back to you.â She stayed silent when he pulled her into his warm body and hugged her a little tighter. Y/N stayed quiet even when he led her back into the tent and she watched him disappear with their High Lady in the blink of an eye.
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Rhys let out a shaky breath after the departure of his mate and brother. As everyone dispersed, he noticed Y/N was still frozen in place, staring at the spot where the pair had just disappeared. He could see her visibly shaking. Cassian passed her and gave her a sympathetic look and pat on the shoulder before he exited. Rhys slowly approached her.Â
âI couldnât do it,â Y/N said without turning to him. Rhys could hear the tears in her voice. The uneven breaths she took. âHe told me to tell him to stay and he wouldâve in a heartbeat. I couldnât do that to Feyre. To you. To our family,â she continued. Rhys opened his mouth and then closed it, unsure what to say. His heart was so full of emotions. Terror, absolute terror for his mate and his brother. Loveâlove for his unselfish sister. The baby he saw that day his mother brought her home. All in a frantic rush to warm up this little, tiny fragile thing she found in the snow, abandoned by her blood relatives because fate was cruel and did not give her wings.Â
Y/N let out another shaky sigh. âIâm sorry. Iâm sure youâre also trying to keep it together. I canât imagine what you must be feeling right now.âÂ
This. This was why he felt he had to take it all on himself. Rhysâ heart was breaking for her. For his most kind and caring, living sister. This beautiful soul who has slowly fallen in love with Azriel for all of the centuries spent together. He didnât understand why the Mother didnât make them matesâŠhis train of thought paused. It was as if he was hit with a brick. Sifting through all his memories and countless conversations with her, it finally clicked into place.Â
âHow long have you known?â Rhys asked quietly. Y/N slowly turned to face him. Pain and anguish, only that of which someone with a mate would know. The same pain and anguish he felt watching Feyre disappear. Y/N let out a bitter laugh, âSince Starfall five years ago. When you wereâŠaway.â Rhys was slightly shocked. He noticed the smallest shift in their relationship when he had returned. But after all it, he expected everything to be different.Â
âWhy didnât you tell him? Me? Does Cassian know?â Rhys asked. Y/N shook her head, âI didnât tell him because we were all dealing with the loss. I didnât let myself find peace while you were gone. I couldnât. I knew there were horrors you were enduring. Horrors I couldnât even fathom, and I just couldnât let myself be happy. And Az, well Az went to a dark place when you were gone. The only thing he clung to was his love for Mor, and I couldnât disrupt his entire life. I wouldnât. We didnât speak for a few months after you were taken. We were all a mess,â tears flowed freely down her face as she spoke to him.Â
Rhys could barely contain his.Â
âSo I buried it. I buried it so deep inside of myself no one would pick up on it. Or at least notice it without having to scrutinize me. I wanted to tell you. I really did, but I saw how you were when you returned Rhys. I couldnât do that to you. You were trying so hard to pretend like you were okay and then your mate was with another. I just couldnât do that to you, so I didnât. I continued to bury it, but it justâŠjust all got away from me.â
Y/N let out a choked sob that had Rhys moving. His arms wrapped around her engulfing her in a hug. âOh you sweet, sweet thing,â he whispered, âMy sweet sister,â he started, pulling back a bit to look at her. âYou never need to hide anything from me. No matter what I am going through, you can always come to me. I am so, so happy for you. Although, I do need to kick Az around Velaris a bit since he cannot see what has always been right in front of him.â Y/N let out a garbled laugh before burying her head back in his chest.Â
âWeâll figure it out, Y/N. Whatever is going on in Azâs head. Weâll figure it out together. When all of this is over. Weâll both get our happy ending. I promise you that,â Rhys concluded. Y/N only nodded, before stepping out of his arms and wiping her face. âCassian suspected it and Iâm sure Amren knows. She has never mentioned it to me but Cass has. I didnât confirm anything with him and he hasnât mentioned it to Az.â Rhys nodded, guiding her outside of the tent for some fresh air. Â
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Y/N knew she should have told someone about the mating bond. It was something she could only suppress so much. But the guilt she and the rest of the inner circle felt when Rhys sacrificed himself ate at her too much. How could she let herself be happy when their High Lord and brother was subjecting himself to the horrors Under the Mountain, willingly, to protect them.Â
There was no point dwelling on it now. Not as she paced in front of Rhys who was sitting tense in front of his war tent. The minutes ticked by all too slowly as they silently awaited Azriel and Feyreâs return. âTell me about when it happened,â Rhys said quietly, interrupting Y/Nâs nervous pacing. She stopped and looked at him. His eyes were glazed over like mind was somewhere else. He needed a distraction. For her brother, she would tell him everything.Â
Y/N took a breath. âStarfall wasnât the same without you. We knew how much the celebrations meant to you and so did Velaris. We never hosted a grand party anymore. The House was opened to those who wished to join, but it was almost as if the city was mourning the loss of our High Lord. Some came, but it was another quiet celebration.â
Rhysâ gaze flicked to hers.Â
âIâI was upset that five years had already gone by and you werenât able to see this and be there with us,â Y/N continued, âI was close to breaking by that point. My hope was running out. I was up on the private balcony where you and Feyre celebrated. Azriel of course found me. Sitting there, silently looking at the stars or spirits or whatever. Wishing on them so hard that they would return you to us.â
âHe sat with me for I donât even know how long. Let me cry on his shoulder and just be a comfort. Everyone held it together a lot better than I did, Rhys. You were my brother. My first family and the one who took care of me when I had nothing. When we lost your mother and our sister, you were the only thing I had left of them.âÂ
Y/N sniffed, more tears running down her face as she took herself back to that night. âI honestly debated pitching myself off that balcony that night,â she muttered bitterly. Rough hands immediately grabbed her face. Rhysâ anguish poured off of him as he seethed at her, âDo not ever think that. Even when I am gone. Never.âÂ
Y/N gazed at him for a moment before slowly nodding, continuing her story, âBut Az came up. His presence was like a lifeline. And when I finally stopped moping and looked at him he gave me one of his rare true smiles. Sad, but also his true smile. I felt it then when I looked at him. Like a beautiful golden thread tethering him to me. Pulling me out of that abyss. I donât know if he knew it, but I knew.âÂ
âIâve always loved him. From when we were kids. I canât tell you when my feelings shifted, but I have always loved him and I always will,â Y/N concluded. Rhys looked at her with a mixture of sadness and pure joy. He was about to open his mouth when commotion snapped them both out of it.Â
Y/Nâs head whipped so fast to the outskirts of the camp. There they were. Covered in mud and dragging along two petite figures. Y/N let out a strangled cry before tearing away from Rhys. The latter hot on her heels. She smelled the blood before she saw it.Â
As she approached the puddle of people, her blood ran cold and she stopped dead in her tracks as she watched Elain plant a gentle kiss on Azrielâs cheek. She heard a faint âThank youâ before Elain was being swept up by others. Feyre reached Rhys first, letting out a strangled, âIâm alrightâŠAzrielâs wings.â That kicked Y/N back into motion.Â
She flung herself at the Shadowsinger causing him to let out an oomph. Though her heart ached at what she just witnessed, she still needed to make sure he was okay. âYouâyour wings,â she cried after releasing him. She frantically began inspecting every inch of him. âHey, heyâŠâ he said, grabbing both of her wrists. Y/N was too much in a state of horror. âY/N look at me,â Az said quietly. She finally snapped her gaze to him. âIâm okay. Iâm right here. Iâm alive,â he said, giving her a strained smile. His hand reached up, brushing a stray hair out of her face. Y/N merely nodded more to herself than anything as Rhys came around and helped lift him. âWe need to get Madja before anything permanent sets,â Rhys grunted, hoisting him up. Azriel swayed a bit. Y/N let in a sharp intake, flinching a bit as she felt some of his pain.Â
Az gave her a weird look but she just shook her head, burying that golden thread down and down once again. Rhys began moving as Cassian took up Azrielâs other side, leading them away from her. Y/N noticed Feyre and hurried to her. She looked as if she was still in a daze. Y/N gently took her hand and led her to her tent. âYouâre okay,â Y/N whispered gently as she settled in to help clean her up. Feyre merely nodded.Â
The minutes flew by and soon Feyre was curled in her bed, cocooned by her sisters as Rhys ushered everyone out.Â
Y/N took a deep breath once she was away from the commotion. Her mind was reeling between the conversation she had had with Rhys to the state that her family was in. Alive. That thread hummed from deep within herself. She almost felt as if it was calling to her. Tugging her. Her head turned slowly, spying the tent from which that feeling was coming from. Y/Nâs feet were moving before her brain.Â
The tent was thankfully silent except for the soft crackle of faelights illuminating the space. Azrielâs large form was sprawled across the cot on his stomach. The glimmer of salve and magic lingering on his shredded wings. Y/Nâs voice got stuck in her throat. His beautiful wings.Â
His head lifted as she entered, a soft smile gracing his lips. âIâve had worse. Youâve seen me have worse,â he said, trying to comfort her. She still could not speak. âCome here,â he urged, trying to sit up. His muffled groan of pain set Y/N moving. âDonâtâdonât try to move,â she said, shakily sitting on the floor near his head. His eyes softened as he took her in. âYou were worried about me,â Az chuckled a bit, reaching his hand up to brush that stray hair out of her face again. His shadows pooled around her, rubbing and twining up across her body in a soothing matter. âOf course I was worried about you,â Y/N hissed.
âWhy?â he asked, matter-of-factly.Â
Y/N glared at him. âYou are my best friend, Azriel! Why wouldnât I worry about you!â She couldnât comprehend why he was acting like a snarky bastard right now. âI mean look at you!â Y/N plowed ahead, âYour wings are shredded! You could have died!â She wasnât really sure what came over her. Maybe from speaking with Rhys, that bond she had spent years shoving down, surfaced again and was not going down without a fight this time. âImagine if you had!â she exclaimed, âWhat am I supposed to do if you die?â
Azriel just gave her a small smile before trying to sit up again. âNo, no, no. Donât try to sit up!â Y/N seethed. He started laughing, pushing himself up anyways. That bastard was laughing. âAzriel!â Y/N pleaded, clearly noting the grimace as he fully pushed himself up. Once he was sitting his laugh dimmed. Y/N pushed herself up to her knees so she could at least be near eye level with him. He would always tower over her no matter what.Â
âTell me the real reason you have worked yourself up,â Azriel murmured, taking both of her hands in his. Y/N froze. He couldnât know.Â
âBecause you are my best friend,â she whispered, feeling more tears well up in her eyes. âAnd your mate?â he replied gently. She couldnât find it in herself to respond or look at him. âSweetheart, look at me,â he gently placed a finger under her chin and made her head tilt up to look at him. And for once in her life, Y/N saw the love shining so brightly in his eyes. One that mimicked how she would always admire him from afar. If she was being honest, maybe more emotion than he ever let on was swimming through his beautiful face.Â
âI donât know what you are talking about,â Y/N muttered pathetically. The Shadowsinger let out a quiet chuckle. âI think you do,â he said. Y/N just nodded. âHowâhow long have you known,â she rasped. âSubconsciouslyâŠwell probably awhile now. Consciously, I felt it snap into place as you were leaving the tent before we left. Thatâs why I followed you out there,â Azriel stated. Y/N said nothing. âThatâs why I asked you to tell me to stay,â he admitted quietly.Â
Y/N finally took all of him in. All of his beauty and intensity. So broken yet still somehow put together. She studied his intense gaze on her, those hazel eyes seemingly glowing in the soft light. His tattoos across his very bare torso, and those wings. Oh, those beautiful wings still shimmering with healing magic.Â
âHow long have you known?â he asked, breaking her out of her stare. âStarfall. Five years ago,â she whispered. Azriel studied her harder, more emotion filling his eyes. âThat night. I felt your sadness that night. I think part of me knew then and was scared to admit it,â he confessed after a moment. âWhy didnât you tell me then?âÂ
âIâI just couldnât,â her lip trembled before her story finally came tumbling out.Â
After she explained, Az slid to his knees on the floor before her, gathering her in his arms, âOh my sweet girl.â Sobs racked through Y/N as all of the feelings she had bottled up ran rampant through her. Relief, sorrow, love. All of her bleeding heart finally pouring out.Â
When she finally calmed down enough to get a word in, she pulled back out of his embrace, âI just didnât think you would ever see me as more than a friend. With everything you told me about Mor, and then I saw it shift to Elain, I figured you deserved to be happy. Even if it would break me. Your brothers have found two sistersââ Azriel raised a brow at that. Y/N let out a small laugh, âYou canât tell me there isnât something between Cassian and Nesta.â âFair enough,â Az joined in with her quiet laughter.Â
Y/N sighed and continued, âBut I just know you and I didnât want to ruin anything we had with a mating bond. To me especially. An Illyrian without wings.â
âY/N,â Azriel said sternly, âJust because you were born without wings doesnât mean that I will never love you any less than I already have my entire life.âÂ
âI was an idiot and I was in denial. You have been my entire world since I donât even know when. I have loved you for so long, but I just didnât think you would ever see me as more than a friend. I-I thought to myself that you would never love me like that. I have done things, you know what I have done. And I just couldnât imagine a beautiful soul like yours falling in love with me. A part of me did love Mor. I wonât lie to you and say I didnât, but I was finally able to admit to myself that I was in love with you. Was finally able to see that my stupid crush on Mor was a way to suppress all of my feelings for you. Every piece of me is consumed by you and belongs to you,â Azriel pressed.
âAnd Elain?â Y/N could only see that moment when they first returned. When she placed a kiss on his cheek. It made her blood begin to boil. âThe thought crossed my mind when we met. It was the only thing that made sense. Three brothers, three sisters. But, I still couldnât shake what I was trying so hard to hide from myself. And seeing you tonight. Seeing you go through all of this hell has finally given me the courage to be honest with myself and you,â he said.Â
Y/N was pretty sure she had gone into shock. This was the most honest the both of them had been to each other in years. He actually loved her. She hadnât dared to let herself dream of this moment. Especially not in the circumstances they were in with the war and all.Â
âPlease say something,â Az nearly begged, shaking her out of her stupor. Y/N focused back on his face. There really wasnât anything she could say except surging forward and pressing her lips gently on his. Az tensed in shock for a moment before processing what was happening. And soon he was fervently kissing her back.Â
Her lips molded perfectly against his as he explored every inch of her mouth. They were just as soft as she had dared to let herself imagine. His hands quickly found her waist, roaming up and down savoring the feel of her pressed against him. Over 500 years of knowing each other and they hadnât once kissed. Even when Cassian put them up to stupid games like spin the bottle. Azriel couldnât get enough.Â
Y/N let out a moan as his tongue found his way into her mouth, shooting a blast of heat through her spine. Az reciprocated the feeling, pulling her closer, leaning back on the edge of the cot. He stiffened, suppressing a groan of his own. But well, mostly of pain. Y/N froze before pulling away. Az tried to chase her with his mouth and whined when she moved out of reach. âAzriel!â she hissed. âIâm fine,â he shrugged, trying to lean in again. âAz,â Y/N said, sticking a hand on his chest. âYou are in no condition.â Azriel scoffed, leaning forward and thoroughly attaching his lips to her neck. Y/N shuddered. âAzriel I am not having sex with you when you canât even lay on your back,â Y/N huffed. He was leaving a sloppy trail of kisses up and down.Â
âDonât need to lay on my back,â he mumbled. âYou can hardly sit up,â she responded. âDonât care. Youâre my mate. My newly found mate,â he said into her neck. âBeen dreaming of this for a while now,â he sighed dreamily, sucking on the one spot that made Y/N melt. She could feel the bastard grin before he continued his assault.Â
It took a lot to shove him off of her. An extreme amount. All sentimental feelings from their confession were out the window and replaced by need. Pure, lustful need. But he was in pain. And he was her mate, so she pushed him off her. He let out the most un-spymaster like whine. âY/N why are you doing this to me love?â he groaned. âBecause you are injured and like I said, Iâm not fucking you until you are at one-hundred percent,â she quipped, standing with more clarity than she had in years. She went over to the little table littered with food.Â
âAnd so I can give you this,â she turned, holding a little apple in her hand. Azâs face softened as she approached. A silent request as she held out her hand. âAre you sure?â he whispered. âAzriel, every piece of me has always belonged to you and it always will. I have never been more sure in my life,â she replied.Â
He smiled, grabbing the apple gently from her hands taking a slow bite. Y/N smiled in return before ushering him back down on his cot. âTime to rest, Az,â she said, nestling in next to him. âBut Iâm perfectly fine for other activities now,â Azriel pouted. Y/N just laughed, running her hands through his soft locks. âI promise when you are fully healed we will partake in those said activities,â she smirked. Azriel grinned and pushed himself upwards, stealing another kiss. Y/N giggled, before placing his head back in her lap. âSleep now,â she mumbled. Azriel hummed softly as she resumed running her hands through his hair. âI love you,â he whispered before his steady breath evened out. âI love you too.â
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The Prophecy (Lucien Vanserra x Rhys! Sister)/(Azriel x Rhys! Sister)?
Part 2,
Part 3 (Lucien's Version)
Part 3 ( Azriel's Version)
AN: Iâve had this idea for a while but after hearing âThe Prophecyâ on The Tortured Poets Department I was finally feeling inspired to write it. You guys have no idea how much that album is about to influence my writing. Also I have no idea how this is gonna end lol.
Summary: The only thing worse than having Azriel not know about the bond is watching him and Elain carry on like she doesnât have a mate as well. Lucien and you have been long time friends but things change after one fateful starfall celebration. Itâs not wrong if both of your mates donât want you right?Â
Warnings:Â smut, unrequited love, situationship, fluff, Lucien is literally and angel I love him sm, did not edit (I am tired)
Word count:Â 3734

âPlease, I've been on my knees. Change the prophecy. Don't want money just someone who wants my companyâŠâ
I had known the youngest Vanserra for a while now. I can recall the first time I met him on a lovely day in the spring court when I was visiting with my brother. The man was more than charming, his words nearly had me buckling at the knees. It was around the same time that I had found out that my brother's close friend Azriel was my mate.
I remember the bond snapping like it was yesterday. We were celebrating solstice in the Hewn City and my feet were nearly black and blue from the amount of drunk men stepping on them while dancing. I was about to ask my brother to take me home when Azriel stepped in and quite literally swept me off my feet. He let me stand on his toes and waltz around the room with him all night to ensure that he himself wouldnât hurt my feet. At some point in the night the bond snapped and I had never been so happy.Â
Azriel and I had been friends for over 100 years and I had secretly harbored feelings for him for at least 75 of them. To have my brother's best friend as my mate felt like fate. I didnât tell him that night, something I have regretted for the last 400 years.Â
Not long after that he rescued Mor and any sparks I thought he felt with me that night were long gone. From that day on all he did was pine for her. I couldnât blame him, Mor was astonishingly beautiful. For a long time after he saved her I resented her, I felt like she had taken my mate from me. It wasnât until I realized that she wanted nothing to do with the shadowsinger that my hatred for my cousin dissipated. It wasnât her fault that Azriel was so smitten with her. It was my fault for not telling him, but now it had been so long since the bond snapped that it seemed weird to bring it up. Â
So I sat dutifully by his side whenever he needed someone to rant to about Mor. It practically ripped out my heart to hear him talk about how in love with her he was. I was the only person he would open up to like that. He would spend hours asking me for advice on how to woo her, and I grinned and bore it because, at the end of the day, I got to spend time with him.
I had been playing the girl best friend for hundreds of years. The moment I started to feel like he might be losing feelings for Mor in walked Elain. The beautiful sister of my brother's mate. What's worse? She seemed interested in Azriel as well.Â
Elain was easy to hate. Not just for her flirtations with Azriel but for the way she treated Lucien, her mate. Lucien had so much love for the Archeron, and she waved him off without another thought. I might be able to understand her reluctance to accept the bond if Lucien was a brute of a male, but he wasnât. He was soft, kind and easy on the eyes.
I found him tossing rocks into the Sidra one day, no doubt pining over how Elain had barley even acknowledged the flowers he picked for her. Thatâs when I told him about Azriel and Iâs bond. From that moment on we spent a great deal of time together, ranting about our unaccepted mating bonds. Even though we spent most of the time bitching, there was happiness. More than I had felt in a while.Â
Then starfall cameâŠand everything changed.Â
âYou look far too stunning not to be walking in with a date,â Lucien drawled to me from the outside of the townhouse.Â
I had spent all day getting ready for the annual party tonight. My dress was chosen specifically to catch Azrielâs attention, not that I felt like I would succeed.Â
âWell finding a date is harder than you think, especially at this hour,â I laugh as I walk through the gate he opened for me.Â
âThen indulge me,â he said. I turned to find him offering me an arm.Â
âYou want to be my date?â I laugh light heartedly, admittedly smitten by the autumn court male.Â
âItâs a little last minute but I would be honored to walk into that room with you on my arm,â he said fondly.Â
I smiled and shook my head at the male before looping my arm in his and allowing him to lead me up the steps to the front door.Â
âYou know, you clean up pretty well Lu,â I cock an eyebrow bumping into him.Â
âThanks, your brother sets a pretty high standard as far as attire for this thing. Who knew he was such a fashionista?â Lucien grins before walking in the door arm and arm with me. I donât even bother stifling the laugh I let out.Â
The room nearly fell silent at our entrance. Sure Lucien and I were close and everyone knew, but they had never seen us like this. Even Az and Elain stopped their oh so intriguing conversation to ogle. I swore I saw anger flit across Elainâs eyes, like she was dead set on owning both Az and Lucien.Â
Lucien and I spent the evening as wallflowers, doing our best to stay away from all the happy couples. We had even gotten to the point where we grabbed a bottle of wine off the table and brought it over to our couch, both of us tired of constantly getting up and down for refills.Â
It wasnât until Az and Elain not so subtly got up and walked onto the balcony that we decided we had tortured ourselves enough. We promptly grabbed the bottle of wine and waltzed out of the townhouse not even bothering to say goodbye. I supposed it was that exact bottle that did us in.Â
I placed my hand on my apartment door, swaying slightly from the alcohol rushing to my head. Luceinâs hand found my hip, steadying me. While I assured him I would be fine to walk home alone, he insisted he came with me.Â
âThanks,â I laughed unlocking the door.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he chuckles, wobbling himself.Â
âI had a really good time with you tonight,â I say, placing a hand on his chest to steady myself.
âI had a good time too,â he smiled.Â
It wasnât until that moment that I realized how close we were. Lucien looked down at me, the moonlight illuminating his face perfectly. The sudden tension between us was broken when he crashed his lips on mine.Â
One thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was lying bare beneath him as he fucked me like his life depended on it. I didnât realize how badly I needed to get laid until he was buried inside me. Needless to say I understood why people said the Autumn Court males have fire in their blood.Â
That was a year ago and since then Lucien and I had decided to continue seeing each other in secret, both of us needing a way to release built up tension so to say. He often stayed the night and we would spend long hours talking about everything from the books we were reading to politics. The sex was amazing, for both of us, but it was the intimacy that came after that I think we both craved the most. An intimacy I would be seeking out shortly given the current topic of conversation between Azriel and I.Â
âGods the other day she was weaning a light blue dress in the garden and I nearly fell to my knees before her,â Azriel ranted to me.Â
He had been going on and on about whether or not he wanted to finally make a move on Elain or not. And as his best friend I had to hear about every word of it.
âI saw it, it was a very pretty dress,â I acknowledge, turning the page of the book I was reading.Â
âI swear she blushed when I complimented it too, I think Iâm making progress with her,â he went on to say.Â
âMaybe you should just put yourself out of your misery and talk to her Az,â I suggested for probably the tenth time.Â
âYou know I canât just barrel in there. Sheâs scared and Iâm not going to freak her out even more. She will come to me when sheâs ready. If sheâs ready. Gods thatâs assuming she even likes me,â he rambled.Â
I roll my eyes and shut my book so loudly it pulls the shadow singers attention. I give him a pointed look that has him startling back just a bit.Â
âI know that she likes you Az,â I deadpan.Â
âHow can you be sure though?â he asks, throwing his head back on the arm of the couch.Â
âBecause she would be an idiot not to,â I say with a hint of sadness.Â
Azriel looked to be at a loss for words, and I realized my words were much bolder than I had wanted them to be.Â
Clearing my throat I set my book down on the side table, knowing it will be waiting for me when I come back to my brotherâs tomorrow. I stand and subtly adjust my dress. Â
âI have to go, but seriously Az, just tell her,â I say walking over to press a kiss to his forehead.Â
As I got to walk away I feel him grab my hand, placing a kiss to my open palm, âThank you for listening y/n, really.â he says earnestly .Â
âDonât worry about it Az, Iâll see you tomorrow,â I say with a fake smile before setting off towards my modest home.Â
When Feyre moved into the townhouse I took it as my queue to move out, knowing my brother and his new mate would want privacy. Of course Rhysand offered me mansions and villas but I was content with a townhouse of my own in the middle of town. Big enough to have my own home library, and small enough to not feel so lonely.Â
I make my way down the cobblestone streets, the faelights casting a warm glow on the ground before me. It was late, and many couples were turning in for the night. I could see some cuddled up on their sofaâs through their windows, others were having a nightcap together outside Ritaâs. I saw a couple rocking their newborn baby to sleep on the second floor of their home, and for some reason, that was the one that hurt the most to me.
I sighed as I walked up a few steps to my townhouse door. I unlocked the door and was greeted to the smell of jasmine and vanilla and the sound of a cracking fire. I walk up my steps to find Lucien sitting shirtless on my large bed, his hair in a bun at the nape of his neck. The male was the image of relaxation.Â
I had given him a key months ago. With the males many jobs, emissary to the night court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin, he needed a place to truly call home. For the past 9 months that had been here, with me. I never once objected to his subtle moving in, it was nice to come home to someone waiting for me, sometimes even a homemade meal. For him it was nice to have a place where he didnât always have to put on a front. It was a win for both of us.Â
âWhen did you get in?â I ask kicking off my shoes.Â
âJust a couple hours ago. How was Azriel duty?â he asked, setting his book down as I began to strip off my cloak and dress leaving me only in my lingerie. It wasnât uncommon for us to be so casual with one another.Â
âExhausting, did you know that Elain wore a pretty blue dress the other day?â I mocked tossing my clothes into a dirty clothes bin, I noticed his missing shirt was there too.
âUnfortunately yes I did,â he chuckled. âYou know what always makes me feel better though?â he smirks.Â
âI crawl up the bed towards him, âWhat?â I smile knowing what the answer will be.Â
âYou,â he smirks, grabbing my hips and pinning me to the mattress beneath him, his lips pressing to mine.Â
âHow funny I was about to say the same thing,â I laugh, feeling his lips tickle my neck as he makes his way further down my body.Â
His mouth trails the inside of my thighs before sliding my panties down my legs, each brush of his fingers from my hips to my ankles feeling like heaven. The male had been gone for a week, and I was desperate for release. He licks a long stripe up my center, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the top. My back arches off the bed and his hands find my waist to pin me down. I feel his tongue begin to lap at my clit as his fingers slide into me, no doubt finding the pool of wetness waiting there.Â
This is what me and Lu had always been good at, reading each other. When he had a stressful day I always made sure to make him feel good, and when I came back to the house upset he never hesitated to get on his knees for me. There was this unsaid rule that we would always take care of eachother.Â
Lucienâs tongue continues lapping my clit as his fingers curl to hit that spot inside of me that had me gasping for air. As I started to feel myself getting closer and closer he removed his mouth from me, drawing his fingers out slowly. One thing about hooking up for a year? You learn to read each other's bodies, and lord did the seventh son of Autumn know how to read mine.Â
âLu!â I cry out frustrated.Â
âShhh my darling,â he coos crawling up my body. âI simply want to cum with you tonight.â he smirked, seething himself inside of me.Â
âOh gods!â I cry feeling him fill me thoroughly.Â
He pulls out and thrusts back in causing me to whimper once more. Mor was right about one thing, the autumn court males have fire in their blood and they fuck like it too.Â
âI missed you, missed this,â Lucien groans, his face contorted in pleasure as he builds a steady pace.Â
âI missed you too Lu,â I say through ragged breaths as he fucks into me like his life depends on it. Apparently the time apart made him needy as well.Â
I could hardly speak as he thrust deeper into me, his hands on my waist holding me steady so tha he could hit me as deep as possible. When I felt myself start to clench around him he doubled over, burying his head in my neck as his hips continued to snap into me.
My hands found his back clinging to the flesh there for an anchor, my walls fluttering around him one last time before I fell apart.The sudden sensation had Lucien biting my neck as he came with a low groan.Â
We spent a few moments catching our breaths, he pushed up on his arms and moved a stray hair from my face, assessing to see if he had hurt me, just like he always did. When he found no traces of pain in my face he rolled over, taking me with him so that I was lying on his chest.Â
This was always the part I think we both craved the most. The sex was great, amazing even. But I longed for a pair of arms to fall asleep in, and he longed for someone to hold. Meaningless pillowtalk just for fun.
âI mean it, I did miss you,â I sigh circling my arms around his waist.Â
âI missed you too, I hate sleeping in the spring court, itâs so cold and dark there now.â Lucien said, staring at the ceiling.Â
âHow is Tamlin?â I ask, already knowing the answer.
âTerrible,â he muttered. âI had to talk him into letting me stay.â He continues playing with the ends of my hair.Â
âYouâre a good friend for checking in on him though,â I say matter of factly.Â
âI still wish I could do more,â he sighs, pulling the covers up on the two of us.
âI understand,â I mutter keeping my head on his chest, staring at the fire that roars next to us.Â
A long beat of comfortable silence passes, normally I would fall asleep like this. I would sometimes wake to him being gone, sometimes he would wake to me being gone. Only on weekends would both be able to wake up and go to breakfast together. This was one of those weekends, but instead of falling asleep, Lucien spoke up.Â
âCan I ask you something?â he asked, not taking his gaze from the ceiling.Â
âSure,â I reply, waiting for a nonchalant inquiry. It wasnât the first time he and I had played 20 questions to get to know each other more, though I thought that after a year of it we knew just about everything there was to know about the other.Â
âWould you agree that Azriel and Elain are never going to give us a chance?â he asked.Â
My heart twinges hearing his name, âWell Az doesnât know, but even if he did I donât think he would care. Iâm not damsel in distress enough for him.â I snort recalling the unconscious type he has.
âI feel the same about Elain, and thereâs something Iâve been thinking about, especially this past week,â he continues still facing the ceiling.Â
I prop my head up on his chest wanting to read his face and his eyes flit to me, âCryptic Vanserra, but go on,â I laugh trying to break the tension.Â
âIâve always been fond of you y/n ever since you visited the spring court all those years ago. Now that Iâve gotten to know you, that admiration has only grown, not to mention youâre a very beautiful female y/n,â he laughs at his own words, a tint of pink dusting his cheek and I canât help but blush as well. âFrom the amount of time weâve been spending together it seems you like me enough, and wellâŠI donât want to be alone anymore,â he says seemingly avoiding his main point.Â
I sit up more, intrigued by his words, âWhat do you mean Lu?â I inquire.Â
âI was wondering if you would like to be Mrs. Lucien Vanserra?â he finally says and my heart nearly stops at the shocking words. âI know Iâm not Azriel, but consider me an alternative. I think we could make eachother genuinely happy, maybe help each other enjoy whatever we have left of this miserable life?â he asks, his voice laced with uncertainty.Â
I let his words sink in as I stare at the bit of wall behind him. As I consider all that heâs said I realize that heâs right, we do get along. I had spent years trying to find a male to fill the hole Azriel put in my life, but it always felt wrong. It was as if I was taking someone elseâs mate, even when the males didnât have mates. It didnât feel wrong being with Lucien because I knew that his mate also didnât want anything to do with him.Â
I was tired of not always having someone to come home to. Not having someone to go to events with. Not having someone to spend holidays with. Not having someone to call my own. I was tired of being alone, especially since I had been alone for about 400 years, but no longer.Â
I smile down at Lucienâs nervous face, âI would be honored to be your wife,â I say.Â
âYou would?â he beams.Â
âI would,â I repeated back to him. âYouâre right, we do get along, and Iâm tired of being alone too.âÂ
He presses his lips to mine, both of us smiling into the kiss. We would never fill the sadness of a rejected mating bond, but we would be there for one another. I lay my head down on his chest again, feeling the sleep come into my eyes.Â
âHow should we do it?â he asked, tracing shapes on my bare back.
âHmm,â I thought for a moment. A big wedding seemed odd considering we werenât mates or anything close to it. Eloping seemed more proper. âI think we should keep it small.â
âDo we tell them?â He ponders the most awkward question.
âWe can tell them, but we donât need to invite them. It can be a modified elopement, they will all know but we can just invite my brother and Feyre, that way we both have family there.â I answer snuggling into his warmth more.Â
âBy the Cauldron I have to tell your brother Iâve been sleeping with you for over a year,â Lucien said anxiously, running a hand down his face.Â
I canât help but laugh at his stress, âHe might be a little mad, but Iâm sure Feyre will be so excited about it that he wonât care.â I giggle.Â
I feel his body relax under my cheek, no doubt realizing that whatever the High Lady says will be law. He slides a red and gold ring off his pinky finger and slips it onto my left hand.Â
âHere, itâs a family ring,â he explains looking at the gaudy ring on my hand. While it fits on my finger well the jewel on it takes up my whole hand and looks unnatural. âI know Iâm not part of the Autumn Court anymore but itâs all I have.â he continues.
âItâs perfect,â I laugh, inspecting the ill-fitting thing, âitâs an outcast just like us.â
Lucien's soft chuckle escapes him as he plants a gentle kiss atop my head. Tomorrow promises its usual dose of chaos, but that's a concern for another day. Tonight, here in bed with my fiancé, though this isn't the life I envisioned, I find myself flooded with a happiness I haven't felt in ages.
Part 2,
Part 3 (Lucien's Version)
Part 3 ( Azriel's Version)
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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader
I took some inspiration from @huneybeen who wrote this first so please please dont hate me but I've been thinking about them for the past 3 days and I needed to word vomit.
...K thanks bye.
Divider Credit: @sister-lucifer
â The dynamic of this alone is something I'd like to touch on especially because it's so fun to me.
â I imagine if anything the reader would be a common toon, so that changed things. You have two mains, Astro and Sprout, and two commons, yourself and Cosmo.
â You and Cosmo probably meet first because of that. You get close because of similar interests and stay close during runs.
â To add an extra layer to this, imagine Distactor! Reader too? Licking my fingers at this.
â Cosmo thought he had just gotten a new friend! He loves giving them treats and using them as a taste tester and even taking naps together wherever possible! It's great!
â Until...it's not? Why are you taking off? Why do the trinkets hooked onto your belt look suspiciously like the ones Goob and Tisha are known to use? Why are you actively getting the Twisteds attention?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
â The first time he sees you distract is a little stressful for poor Cosmo. The second you're back in the elevator and it clinks shut, he is whirling on you and demanding an explanation.
â He's so exasperated that he's left speechless when you simply smile up at him, still high off adrenaline, while talking a mile a minute about how much fun that was.
â....Are you insane?
â That being said, after the fact, Cosmo is literally your personal healer. He is constantly fighting Toodles the other toons for heals, not for himself, not really, but so he's never left with nothing to give you.
â That's probably when he realizes he has an initial crush on you. He's mid-way through using a med-kit on you, on a floor high enough he can see the running starting to effect you. You're sluggish and fatigued and can't chug pop fast enough. It makes his chest ache at the sight before he's swallowing his nerves and wrapping his arms around you.
â "You're doing great. Thank you for the work you do."
â Feeling you melt against him made every grueling floor worth it in that moment. The draining yank of his own health leaving him to go to you through every new treat was far beyond repaid. He would do it a million times over for you if only for a smidge chance at this moment again.
â The run was finished soon after that, and you were quick to express your thanks towards him after that. Safe to say, if you thought he was clingy before, that was nothing. It's like he literally took an invisible chain and connected it between you two and you just haven't found it yet.
â He's always there with a smile and a treat and a snuggle if time and twisteds permit.
â Now, some world building for ya. I imagine that the OG Twisteds of the mains you see, are the real mains until that research is completed. Then Dandy lets you purchase an...un-twist antidote or something and that's when they come back. It's fun to me >:(.
â Following this, most people are gonna assume Sprout comes first.
â WRONG. I got Astro first so guess whose coming back. Astro.
â When Astro comes back, he's evidently shaken by the whole ordeal. The mains probably didn't know the commons overly well unless they were explicitly paired together. Like Sprout and Cosmo in that one animation, or Glisten and Vee, etc. Astro isn't seen with any commons, as far as I know, so he's probably a little lost and feels like an outsider.
â While he's recovering he's banned from any runs. Point blank period. However, that means he's alone while the commons are all out scavenging for research.
â Guess who comes in? Guess :)
â It's you!
â Unlike Cosmo, there are other distracting toons. Tisha and Goob both are more than happy to take some shifts while you stay back to recover yourself. Unfortunately, there's only one Cosmo, so he's left going on the runs as a healer and leaving you behind. You always see him off though, giving him pecks on the cheek before he's stepping into the elevator.
â You take the time to wander through Gardenview, eyeing each room as you pass before blinking at the infirmary. The new toon was in there.
â Astro half expected you to just continue on, regardless of if he was there or not. He was fine on his own, even if it wasn't his favorite. It reminded him too much of when he was... Of before.
â But you poked the top of your head in the doorway, your eyes being the only part of you visible. He blinked at the action, making eye contact. Your head tilted at the action and his own mirrored it. It made you giggle as you disappeared back around the door.
â Despite it, Astro found himself smiling at the action. what an odd toon you were.
â He never heard your footsteps disappear however, stunning himself when you popped your eyes back in, gleaming with mischief. The rest of you stepped in right after, pressing a finger to your lips with a humorous little wink. "Wanna sneak into the kitchen and steal some cookies?"
â Needless to say, he found himself in the kitchen, sitting beside you with a cookie jar shaped like a suspicious, rainbow petal'd plant sat between you munching on cookies that looked a little too familiar for comfort.
â You filled the silence whenever something popped into your brain, talking about things you felt he should know for whatever reason. He now knew all about Rodger and Glisten and Teagan's tension, which he wouldn't have guessed, and all about Gigi's...problem with misplaced objects. He even knew about your own rumors that laid hushed in the walls, spoken like they were about someone else.
â "Yeah! People keep saying Cosmo and I are a thing but he's never asked so until then, that's a no."
â He hummed at the time, even if some part of him felt a bit relieved at the information.
â By the time he was cleared to go on runs, you were bouncing up and down by his side excitedly, trinkets clinking from where you had hooked them onto your waist, with Cosmo excitedly grinning behind you.
â He liked seeing you two like that.
â Now. Sprout. Mr. Seedly.
â He's last to join. Astro helps with this tremendously. When you're downed from a surprise Shrimpo attack, clutching your arm as Ichor pooled over, Cosmo is quick to try and jump in to help, only for a twisted clone of himself to turn and lock in onto him.
â As much as I love to proclaim "Distractor! Cosmo!" he's not actually a distractor. So, he has to run to lose the twisteds quickly before getting bit himself. This is where Astro comes in. Not only does he quickly re-energize both you and Cosmo, he is able to give you a momentary heal, letting you run off, air horn blazing, while hiding in the back to turn his attention to Cosmo.
â Whatever pieces you or Cosmo may lose, Astro picks up. Yet, not all of them seem to click into place just yet.
â When the elevator stills and you all hear the telltale steps, Astro is quick to grab your shoulders and spit all sorts of warnings. "Watch the tentacles. You'll know where they're going to appear. Don't try to test them. It's not worth it." "He's slow but don't take that for advantage. He will find a way to keep up." "Ignore every other twisted. We can handle them."
â Blinking, he watched you slowly nod before blinking and giving a much more firm acknowledgement. "Understood."
â When the elevators opened, Astro watched as you quickly got Sprout's attention, darting around a budding pile of ichor before sharply turning the other way. The reason why quickly became apparent when a twisted Teagan turned the corner, which Goob quickly took away.
â Nodding to himself, Astro found himself turning to face Cosmo, who looked terrified at the what just happened. Did he look that way when Astro was...That way with him? He hoped not.
â Frowning, he gripped his blanket tighter before letting out a breath, extending one of his hands through the opening towards Cosmo. The other looked at it with wide eyes before his eyes upturned to look at Astro's. "I'll stay with you the entire time."
â They had to follow you after all.
â They stayed a good distance away from where you and Goob were distracting (which was rather entertaining to watch actually), grabbing capsules wherever possible and tossing healing treats to you both as you passed.
â It was a rather seamless process actually up until the elevator timer began, sending the other toons of the squad running. Cosmo, who had been waiting for Astro to finish the last machine, seemed to halt before Astro was urging him forward, steeling himself to stay behind. "They'll run out of stamina before getting to the elevator. We'll be fine!"
â Albeit hesitantly, Cosmo did turn and run, finding safety next to Rodger while Astro stayed a ways away outside. Goob was quick to return, free of twisteds, but looking no less stressed. "They were far! Sprout cut off their exit!" Goob quickly explained, twiddling his fingers in front of him.
â Astro nodded before instructing him to stand in the elevator as well just in case.
â As the seconds ticked down, Astro was seconds away from stepping just far enough to remain out of Goob's range just in case when you came skidding around a corner. He could tell you were running on low as you kept looking back, narrowly avoiding Sprout's clawed grasp. Waiting until you were close enough, he let his power thrum along the ground, watching as you immediately perked up.
â Goob took this as a signal, or maybe you gave him one, as you quickly moved to push Astro forward, right into the awaiting arms as you continued towards the elevator. Just as the elevator began to close, you dove, making it just under the steel metal as it slammed shut behind you.
â You were panting as you laid on the ground, the entire elevator silent save for your heavy breaths and the sound of Dandy preparing for his arrival.
â Cosmo was quick to jump onto you, hurling threats of no more heals if you ever tried anything like that ever again. You took it with grace, gently resting a hand on his head as he cried into your shoulder. Your eyes angled back, catching his and extending your free hand. "You can't fool me. I know that scared you too."
â If Astro moved forward to take your hand, sitting close enough to you his knees brushed your shoulders.
â You had gotten what you needed though, evident with the glower Dandy shot at you, hidden behind a plastic smile.
â Getting Sprout back was harder than getting Astro back, admittedly. You had explained that when getting a main back, you kept most of the toons behind simply for everyone's sake. Distractors, Cosmo and fast extractors was where you drew the line.
â Which Astro understood. But didn't like. However, that being said, his power made him a valuable asset, which he used to argue his point. When you acquiesced, he nearly cheered, triumphantly trekking into the elevator with Cosmo by his side.
â To say this was like the previous runs, but on some sort of crack would be an understatement. It was fast. It was grueling. It was a thing of constant motion with machines constantly being done and the elevator a repeating pattern of opening and closing.
â There were no jokes like usual. There was no chatting. There was a new tension among the people in the elevator, simply waiting for the countdown before starting it all over again.
â Cosmo ensured he stuck beside Astro the entire time, remaining a rock the entire time while you were busy. They kept close enough they could rush to you should the need arise, and have a few times, but stayed within hands reach of each other.
â By the time they reached floor 24, with all of you tired and injured to some extent, the sound of his steps were both a welcome reprieve and a dreaded expectation.
â You were the one trusted with the serum, clutching it tightly as you glared at the elevator before you were turning to look at Cosmo and Astro over your shoulder. "Stay safe, please. Don't wait for me."
â It was a harrowing ask, but not one they could linger on as the elevator opened and you took off.
â But then the lights went out.
â And then they heard Sprout let out a shrill roar signaling he spotted you.
â Then they heard the snarling of Pebble signaling he too also spotted you.
â That was all they needed before the group of them dispersed, eager to complete the machines as quick as possible before you paid the price for their lack of action.
â One by one each ticked off before the elevator was reopening and they all rushed back to the elevator. Goob, Cosmo and Astro stood right up at the lip of the elevator, eyes darting for you. You appeared much quicker, both Pebble and Sprout on your heels as you did.
â You dropped a quick smoke bomb, loosing both of their attentions as you quickly rounded around a counter. Pebble let out a snarl as he ran off in the other direction. He didn't get far before hearing you move and it was like a movie.
â You moved, launching at Sprout with the Serum poised and ready while Pebble snarled, rushing to catch you. You managed to catch Sprout, digging the spout of the needle into his neck before being chucked off, making you scramble as you quickly darted back around the counter. Astro let his power thrum as Goob snapped his arms out, Cosmo catching you as you ran into the elevator while Goob's arms snapped back. The elevator snapped shut as Glisten moved to end the run and send the elevator back up, both you and Cosmo moving to where Goob cradled an ichor riddle body.
â You quickly let Cosmo do what he needed too, diverging to wrap your arms around Astro, who's eyes were locked onto Sprout.
â He spent the night with you and Cosmo, both of which he dragged out of your rooms to sleep in his that night.
â Sprout's recovery is quicker than Astro's, as he's a toon made for healing. He's up and bitching before any of you can stop him.
â Cosmo is his first stop, duh, they're canonically very close, with Astro a close second as he would know the other main. But you? Sprout's got no idea who you are.
â So he's a little stand-offish. He sees you interacting with Cosmo and sees you with Astro, and both seem to thoroughly enjoy your company, but he also saw you when he was a twisted.
â You were a dumbass if he had anything to say about it.
â You'd see someone way down a hallway and risk running into a wall to avoid them getting maybe even possibly spotted. He'd seen you eat enough chocolate bars to make him sake just to stay just in front of Pebble. He'd seen you slip on a stray jumper cable only to get right back up and do the same thing when you rounded around.
â He wasn't sure he wanted that rubbing off on him.
â But you stuck around. When Cosmo wanted to bake, you were the first to get a bit of the final product. When Astro wanted a nap, you were right there with a blanket, acting as a pillow while you napped with him.
â Even on runs, you were quick to come to his aid, taking back the twisteds once he'd gotten his aggro-tapes. All with a stupid smile.
â He kind of hated that smile.
â Man this is getting LONGGG
â Anyway, how would you and Sprout bond? Uh, the common denominators silly!
â You were injured on a previous run, bad enough to warrant bed rest decrees from both Cosmo AND Astro. Lucky you!
â Sprout had only been cleared for basic runs and this was another possible retrieval run, which you heavily protested against with not only you injured but your second healer still on probation.
â Still, they went on with it. You and Sprout were left in the infirmary, awkward silence settling between you. Neither of you knew what to say from there. Your buffers were gone.
â With a huff, you sat up, running a hand down your face before turning to face Sprout. Who was watching you.
â He watched you like a hawk, watching as you swung your feet off the bed and slowly stood like a shaky new born fawn. "Cosmo's not gonna like that."
â You snorted at him, falling back onto the bed only to try again. Sprout's eyes narrowed as he scoffed. "Astro's not gonna like it either."
â You snorted again, finally finding your standing before turning to look at him, narrowing your eyes at him. "Are you coming with me to get cookies or not?"
â ...well, he can't say he didn't warn you. He did follow you to go get treats, acting as a crutch along the way simply for the reason he didn't want to wait for you to hobble along.
â That was the only reason.
â By the time you both got to the kitchen, munching on treats, you had picked up a fun back and forth with each other, trading quips as you dug into the cookie jar once more. You pulled out the last cookie, offering it to him.
â He looked at it before shaking his head, only for you to roll your eyes and split it in two. He took it with a grumble, scoffing. "I made them I can make more."
â "Gonna make them with Astro's face again?" You shot back with a grin, nibbling onto your own half.
â He gave an affronted gasp before the ding of the elevator was making you both look over, Sprout giving you a hand to welcome back the group. They hadn't been gone very long, so it either went very well or not well at all.
â It turned out be neither. The run had been called as they were unable to fall into a rhythm and Scraps and Brightney had gotten into quite the altercation.
â Both you and Sprout find yourselves looked for Cosmo and Astro, only to find them chatting near the entrance, completely fine. There's a moment between you and hi m, where you both side eye each other before you're reaching out and shoving him. Without trinkets you two are practically the same speed, only he has you outmatched with stamina.
â Which was his only hope as he stumbled, not expecting the dirty play, watching you take off towards them. He quickly caught up trying to shove you only for you to dodge him with a laugh.
â He knew he should've distracted more. He had gotten complacent with Pebble and was now paying the price for it. He should've known you were a dirty filthy cheater. He should've guessed.
â In a last ditch effort he launched himself at you, making you squawk as you both rolled forward, giving both Cosmo and Astro little time before the two of you collided into them sending the four of you into a heap of undignified limbs and cackles.
â I spent that entire time just developing that omfg and its already long. sobbing.
â Anyway how y'all get together is gonna be TBD bc my head is hurty and my tummy is empty. ~<3
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zoro and his girl who are always bickering and fighting and breaking up and getting back together again. atp, the other straw hats are used to it now. I can also imagine zoro NEVER apologizes and his idea of getting back together with his girl again is just acting like buisness as usual (just going back to her and sitting with her, throwing his arm around her shoulder, kissin her cheek, acting like nothing ever happened, etc) and usually, sheâs receptive to it. Because even though sheâs as stubborn as zoro (maybe even more), she hates arguing (and loves him too much).
but imagine during one of their arguments, Nami drags her out to go shopping at a island they stopped by, and she sees all these happy couples holding hands and being affectionate and just being sweet and soft with each other. she realizesâŠzoro is never sweet and soft with her. and he NEVER says Iâm sorry (I imagine maybe she sees an arguing couple in the market, but the guy comes with flowers and an apology and it makes her wonder). She makes up her mind, she wonât take him back until he says those words, no matter what. I know this isnât so descriptive, but Iâd love to see you take on this! â€ïž
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synopsis: time and time again zoro has forgotten about your outings, leaving you dressed up and alone on several occasions. but after nami witnesses it in person, she finally puts her foot down... and you finally confront your swordsman.
cw: angst, very little comfort, happy-ish ending (left up for interpretation), zoro's kind of an asshole, nami's a girl's girl, reader is better than me.
a/n: listen to promise by laufey or casual by chappell roan if you want the full experience. i've never written a trifling zoro before this was crazy

"Why don't you stop wasting my time and give me a real discount?" Nami asked, firmly slamming her fist on the counter.
"Please don't be angry! I'm doing my best!" the cashier apologized, "But, c'mon, I can't take fifty percent off no matter how much you buy. They're marked down enough already!"
The man looked to be on the brink of tears, and you couldn't help but snicker.
"Nami, leave the poor man alone..." you smiled, feeling a little bad for him, "He's just doing his job. And besides, it's not like you can't afford it."
"Nope," she denied, popping the p as she grabbed another humongous pile of clothes. "It's the principle of the matter, (y/n). If I have the option to pay for something half-off, why would I pay full price?"
"They're not half-off!"
"Besides..." her gaze drifted to your outfit, a small pout settling on her lips as she looked you up and down with saddened eyes. "I can see that you are clearly trying to out-glam me, so I gotta glam back!"
She turned to the cashier, placing down the new pile.
"You drive a hard bargain. I'll buy these, too. But I want ninety percent off."
The man nearly fainted and you laughed, surprised by Nami's playful rivalry.
"Nami, you've owned more clothes than I've ever worn. I think it's safe to say that between the two of us, you're the one that's out-glamming me," you assured, resting your cheek in your palm as you leaned on the counter.
"But look at you!" she playfully whined. "Your outfit is killer! And your hair is on point, too!"
Though, just as quick as she examined your outfit, she realized that it was really good.
Too good to be shopping in.
"Wait, (y/n), were you supposed to be going somewhere? Why are yâ"
The moment your face fell, the glimmer in your eyes dimming at the memory, reality finally donned on the navigator, hitting her like a sea train at top speed.
He did it again.
Anger rushed through the woman's veins like wildfire, her face not even attempting to conceal her fury as it twisted into an expression of absolute rage.
You knew it all too well.
"Nami, pleâ" "I'll KILL HIM!"
The clothes on the counter were suddenly a thing of the past as the red-haired woman drew her Clima-Takt and stormed toward the exit of the boutique, the dangerous aura she was emanating sending a shiver down even your spine.
Like magnets, everything began to click for the woman.
The beautiful outfit.
The done-up hair.
The glum look on your face.
'That bastard stood her up again!'
That's why you had been wandering around town aimlessly.
You were waiting for him.
This scenario had become commonplace over the past several months you and the green-haired swordsman had been dating, much to Nami's severe indignation.
It was always the same.
You and Zoro would plan a date.
Zoro would get caught up training, or get caught up drinking, or just plain, old fucking forget.
You would end up alone, having gone through all the trouble and embarrassment.
She would have to console you, and you would have to keep her from bashing his head in.
Then you'd have to face the jerk the next day, who, instead of apologizing, simply acted like nothing ever happened.
As if the entire ship see how utterly crushed you were.
And then the whole cycle would repeat the following week.
Nami was sick of it.
'This shit ends today.'
"Nami, please! It's not worth it!" you ran out the store and after her, grabbing onto her arm. "It's not gonna change anything!"
"The hell it isn't!" she barked, brows cinched tightly together. "(y/n), I won't stand for this anymore! This is what?! The twentieth time?!"
"Twenty-third... but I'm not counting..." you corrected, meekly.
"(Y/N)!"
"I know! I know!" you sighed, plopping yourself down on the curb, defeated. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."
"There's nothing wrong with you! There's something wrong with him not realizing just how much of a fucking catch you are!" she groaned, exasperatedly, as she threw her hands in the air. "Twenty-three times, that bastard... I oughta chip his swords twenty-three times."
"I guess... I just don't get why..." you mumbled, looking down at your lap with glassy eyes. "Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?"
Nami turned to you, heart aching at your saddened form.
"Don't think that for another second!" she denied, quickly moving to take a seat next to you, pulling you into a small side hug. "You've done absolutely nothing to deserve this. Zoro's just being a real jackass."
"But there has to be some reason," you attempted to rationalize, tone rising. "Does he not care? Am I just that insignificant that he can't even waste an hour or two to spend time with me? His girlfriend?"
"That's what I've been saying!" Nami agreed, loudly, calling the attention of some passersby. "(y/n), you've given him chance after chance after chance, and he still hasn't cleaned up his act."
She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, flashing you a sincere smile.
"I'm not saying you have to break up with him, unless that's what you want to do, but I'm saying that you really need to realize just how amazing you are, and hold him accountable for his actions."
Shooting up from her seat, she stood before you, pointing a manicured finger at your chest.
"You're the prize, girl! You're strong, smart, kind, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous! What guy wouldn't want that!" she turned to a few of the men passing by, a smile on her face. "Right?"
"YES!" they cheered, eagerly.
Your face burned with embarrassment.
"Nami!"
"You get my point!" she laughed, resting her hand on her hip. "You deserve someone who will treat you like the princess you are. Whether that's Zoro or not is up to you, but know that his track record begs to differ..."
Taking a moment, you let her words sink in, your confidence rising slowly but surely.
Maybe you were that great...
Maybe you did deserve more...
Maybe it was time to start anew...
"Y'know what... you're right! It's time for a change!" you smiled, slowly standing up from the curb. "No more tears!"
"Nope!" Nami cheered, proudly.
"No more excuses!"
"None of 'em!"
"No more pretending!"
"Not around here!"
"From now on, I'm gonna start living life for me! And if that means going out clubbing tonight and getting drunk to forget my problems, then so be it!"
"Y'know what, I'll take it! Let's go!" Nami squealed, the two of you quickly charging back into the boutique.
You couldn't fight off your smile, your shoulders feeling like an insurmountable weight had been lifted off them.
For the first time in a while, things didn't seem so bleak.
"Ooo, I think I saw the perfect revenge dress for you, (y/n)! It's gorgeous!"

Walking out of the girls' quarters, you felt like a million bucksâand were probably wearing it too with the amount of money you and Nami spent in town.
But price be damned, the result was phenomenal.
The provocative dress.
The decadent perfume.
The glittering jewelry.
The leg-extending heels.
You were absolutely breath-taking.
Not to say that you weren't before, but just significantly more so.
The dress itself was just the right amount of short, and helped carve out your curves deliciously.
Your hair was done courtesy of the ship's archaeologist, its style elegant yet loose to fit the club scene you were going to.
And your skin was practically glowing thanks to the oils Nami had picked up in the market.
So, it was safe to say you were at least a quadruple threat.
Looking down at yourself, you smiled, feeling like the prettiest woman in the world.
No longer concerned with the feelings of others, or the wrong-doings of yourself, you felt freer than you'd ever had.
And you had Nami to thank for it all.
'For finally knocking some sense into me...'
Sensing someone's presence, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, only to see your swordsman standing right before you.
His eyes dragged over your body, almost analytically, a grin rising to his lips.
It seemed he finished his training early...
"Where are you goin' all dressed up?" he smirked, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, pulling you closer. "You look good... an' smell good, too."
Quickly, you pushed yourself out of his grasp, your legs pressing forward to stride across the balcony, leaving the him to stand there, surprised.
You had never pushed him away before, much less ignored him.
'What the hell?'
"What's the matter with you?" Zoro's voice lowered an octave, brows furrowed in confusion as he followed after you.
You didn't answer, keeping your gaze trained ahead as you pressed on, heading toward the stairs that led off the Sunny.
"(y/n)," he tried again, voice slightly firmer, as he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "(y/n), what the hell's your problem? Where are you going?"
Harshly, you flung his hand off, brows slowly beginning to crease at his audacity.
He was acting like nothing happened.
Again.
He knew exactly why you were fucking upset, but was making the choice to completely ignore it in favor of acting stupid and playing in your face.
Your jaw set tight, all your thoughts grinding to a screeching halt.
For the first time ever, anger and resentment began to claw at your chest, your hand itching to rise up and slap him right across the cheek.
Enough was enough.
"Don't fuckin' touch me," you spat, voice dripping with venom as you went back to walking. "I don't wanna see you right now."
"See me?" his brows furrowed as his finger pointed toward his chest, now even more confused. "The hell did I do?!"
Or maybe he was just fucking stupid...
Either way, you finally cracked.
"IT'S WHAT YOU DON'T DO, ZORO!" you roared, whipping back around to face him, the man flinching at your volume. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN WHAT YOU DON'T DO!"
The leak in the dam of your heart had finally turned into a full-on flood, and you were now outpouring months upon months upon months of pent up anger.
"You stand me up! You forget our dates! You make it abundantly clear that you would much rather spend the day nursing a sake bottle than with me!" you scoffed, throwing an exasperated hand in the air. "Do you even remember what we were supposed to do today?!"
The swordsman paused a moment, scouring his brain for recollection of the event.
"Hey, Zo'," you piped up from your spot in the corner, shutting the book Robin had loaned you. "I'm gettin' kinda hungry. You wanna grab lunch?"
He nodded, grinding out another squat as he lowered his knees to a ninety-degree angle, somehow perfectly controlling the two ton weight on his back.
"Yeah, you go on ahead," he grunted, holding the position. "I'll catch up. Gonna finish up this set."
"'Kay," you nodded, flashing him an eager smile. "I'll meet you at that sushi place we saw in town."
Zoro's eye shot wide, a sudden sense of dread sinking in his stomach as he finally remembered.
"Oh, shit..."
"Yeah... Oh, shit," you scoffed, turning to head off the ship. "I'm done with this..."
"Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute," he grabbed your arm once again, pulling you back. "(y/n), it was an accident... I didn't mean it."
"How the hell am I supposed to know that?! You never fucking apologize!" you yelled, jerking sharply away from his grasp. "At least that way it could seem like you're at least trying to pretend you care about me!"
"Of course, I care about you, (y/n)!"
"YOU CERTAINLY DON'T ACT LIKE IT!" your voice cracked.
He halted, expression falling and chest tugging with pain as a few stray tears fell down your cheeks.
You were hurting... bad.
And it was all his fault.
All of the times he left you hanging, all of the times he screwed up.
They were all coming back to haunt him, each one doubling the weight of the sinking pit in his stomach.
How could he have not seen?
You had been so patient with himânever raising your voice, never holding a grudgeâand he supposed his mind had unconsciously took that as the green-light to proceed.
Granted, he never forgot anything or stood you up out of malice or actual lack of care.
It just... slipped his mind.
Though, in that, he could see where his thinking was flawed, and where you could find a problem.
"Am I... just that forgettable to you?" you asked, voice suddenly small.
Zoro snapped himself out of his thoughts, eye wide at your tone.
It sounded so distant.
"Of course, not, (y/n)," he quickly denied, lurching forward to hold you out of instinct. "Iâ"
But you stepped back, avoiding his grasp as your arms raised to hug yourself, hoping to keep everything together.
"Every time I look at you, I feel more alone," you continued, letting out a few sniffles. "I'm always, always reaching out to you, always down for whatever you want to do. But you just... never reach back... and you don't even bother to apologize..."
Glancing out at the sunset, you fought off the wobble of your lip, hugging yourself even tighter.
"Zoro... I can't be with someone that doesn't care about me..."
That's when everything suddenly came to a screeching halt.
Zoro felt like the words cut right through his chest, tearing through his heart and opening it up like force hell-bent on making him see.
He'd rarely felt this feeling, but he knew what it was instantly.
Fear.
"(y/n), don't do this," he started, panic slowly spiking in his veins. "I'm sorry for being such an idiot... but we can work this out. This doesn't have to be... it doesn't have to end like this..."
"But it does," you countered, quickly. "It isn't like this is your first time doing this, Zoro... or your third... or your tenth... or even your twentieth."
You scoffed, half-laughing at the situation.
"If I hadn't said anything, you probably would've made it to thirty."
Zoro's chest stung at the comment, the man almost letting out a wince.
It was harsh... but not without truth.
"I'm freeing myself of all of this, Zoro. I deserve better," you stated, firmly, slowly regaining your confidence as you turned away, heading for the stairs. "This conversation is over. And thanks to you, I'm late."
The swordsman looked just about ready to shit his pants, the finality of your words scaring him more than any enemy.
You were his girl.
His best friend.
His ray of sunshine.
Seeing you so upset, so jaded, because of his actions?
He felt like shit.
And, in that moment, he honestly wanted nothing more than to hold you.
To shower you with a thousand apologies.
To make it up to you in any and every way he could possible conceive.
But you were slipping through his fingers like smoke, blowing father and farther away.
"(y/n)... please..." he tried one final time, voice softer than you'd ever heard it before as he carefully grabbed your wrist.
And you nearly broke, the sound of his voice pulling a sharp string on your heart, nearly making you take everything back.
But Nami's words from earlier replayed in your mind, and you fought the feeling, pulling your arm away.
You had to stay strong, for both your sakes.
"We're done, Zoro," you finished, finally descending down the steps. "I'm moving on."
The swordsman watched as you disappeared in front of him, now suddenly feeling as if you were worlds away.
He'd finally done it.
He'd pushed you over the edge.
And rather than feeling angry or upset, or even sorry for himself, he felt empty.
Truly and utterly empty.
The rest of the crew watched from cracked doors and open windows as the man stood there, staring at the place you had once stood like he was in a trance.
Nobody wanted things to turn out this way.
It was clear as day that the both of you loved each other a great deal... but Zoro needed this.
He needed the wake up call.
And now that he was presented with all the necessary truth, he could finally work toward remedying the situation; and, by the will of the Gods, making up his dizzying amount of transgressions against you.
It would be hard work, and for the first time in his life, he would have to be completely vulnerable.
But the crew believed in him.
And the crew believed in you, too.
The both of you would come back from this stronger than ever.
And Zoro would come back to the crow's nest with a calendar hanging front and center on the door.
Courtesy of the ship's navigator.

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tw: gn reader, non - con, kidnapping (hinted)
He's awfully gentle - and perhaps that's what you hate about him the most. The way your tears reduce him to a shell of a man, the way he holds you tenderly, like glass about to shatter from the wind. The way he looks at you - like you're the only person in his small grey world that's made of moving, breathing flesh and fragile breakable bones and splash of incoherent colour all over your cheeks. The way his irises move with feral speed when the ring on your sharp, barking laugh fills the stuffy mold - infested air with life, and his heart all but throbs out of his chest when you push him away.
He holds you at night through the nightmares and the screams, refusing to let go as you fight with all your might to break free, but it's pointless. He knows you - he's studied you, every creek and curve, every dream and fright, every single thing that makes your being tick and purr and surrender. He speaks your language, despite your best efforts to remain hidden, to remain a mystery, he's managed to slice through the protective shield of your psyche, of your most intimate fears, and he's made himself at home in your arms.
It's odd - perverse even, you realize in rare moments of rationale, how used you are now to waking up with his warmth inside of you, nested neatly between your folds; whispering soft little nothings in your flushed ear. Keeping you at the realm between sweet dreams and bitter reality, making you question every fluttering touch, every butterfly kiss against your throat. You're not sure what's real anymore, hot, throbbing pressure pulsating in the middle of your core, the honey nectar dripping down your thighs, back arching in a pleasure - fueled spasm so erratic you're left breathless. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, followed by guilt - ridden shame in a ruthless cycle you have no hope of escaping anymore.
To think it used to be different all those months ago when he first took you in. You would scratch and bite, kicking at will - acting as crazy as possible in hopes he'd find you too difficult to keep. But alas, his gaze never hardened, lips mouthing words of adoration in respond to your countless insults.
"I hate you. I fucking hate you, y-you - you maniac!" You'd hiss through clenched teeth, sweat forming under your brows as your whole body stiffened before his naked figure hovering over you, strong muscled arms keeping you close to his chest in an awkward mockery of a hug.
"Shh, I know you're scared, my love." He'd caress your hair softly, running his fingers through your wet messy locks, cooing as if you're a cornered animal. "I know you're frightened, but I am not going to hurt you, precious. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. You don't know how long I've dreamt of embracing you." He'd press hot, feverish kisses down your collarbone, stroking your numb fingers until you eventually unclenched your fists. "Just like that, you're doing so good for me, angel, so fucking beatiful for me, just lay back and let me show how much I adore you."
You'd relax your hips slowly, keeping your eyes fixed to the ceiling - yielding to the inevitable, yet making a last pitiful attempt to hide the growing heat between your legs.
"You're so perfect, angel." He'd say, slowly undressing you. "I need to feel you against me. I hope you can forgive me one day - but here, before you, I am just a man. Without you my life would lose all meaning, I can't let you go. Forgive me. Love me, please."
And somehow deep within your heart, you wonder if you truly can.
#yandere#yancore#male yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere oneshot#yandere x you#yandere male x reader#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere smut
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Today I had the displeasure of reading the words âwe get it vel is sad and gay can we move onâ and several other similarly ridiculous things on twitter a website not to be named, so I spent my whole 45 minute drive home just absolutely fuming with the need to defend my girl. Most of you know I've already done this in a broad sense before (defending her as a character and as half of a complicated relationship on her appreciation Friday), but let me focus in on what weâve gotten from Vel so far in season two for now. Because yeah, it might not have been exactly what I was hoping to see, but itâs meaningful as hell and Faye is doing a fucking incredible job and deserves to be applauded for it.
Look. Even if all she was doing was being sad and gay, I would be here for that. You know this. Those are two of my most favorite qualities of her. But letâs not pretend that all sheâs doing is âmourning her gay situationshipâ and forget why weâre seeing her in this arc in the first place. Sheâs Monâs cousin and closest confidant, and sheâs Chandrilan. Stuck between these two facts is a conflict for Vel. She HAS to be at this three-day-long heteronormative child wedding from hell because someone she loves needs her support, but she hates every second of it. She hates this place, these people, this culture, probably even the clothes on her back. She looks uncomfortable just about every second sheâs on screen in this arc, ESPECIALLY in the third episode.
See?

Something you may or may not have noticed â even I didnât really register it until I started thinking about all of this because watching three fucking episodes all in one night made them all blur together â but Vel DOESNâT ACTUALLY SAY A WORD IN THE THIRD EPISODE. She has no lines. Velâs extreme stress and discomfort are conveyed only through Fayeâs body language and facial expressions. To complain about this and cry about her only being âsad and gayâ is a huge discredit to the performance and I simply wonât stand for it.
Like yes, sheâs sad and gay but why canât we take a second to think about what that means? Look at her circumstances, even leaving out the Cinta of it all for a second. This is a person who must have realized at a very young age that she was not only different but very likely going to either live a completely miserable life or be a disappointment to her very wealthy family and her society at large, and being back here in the middle of it all for an occasion like this hurts fucking deeply even if itâs a weird tradition and she wants no part in it. I can tell you this for a fact because I have fucking lived it. As a gay person, I have no desire whatsoever to take part in a traditional religious marriage or wedding ceremony like the one my sister had a couple years ago, but being at her wedding and the party that followed was overwhelming and painful because I spent so much time thinking something along the lines of âeven if I had someone in my life to do this with, these same people â my family â would never celebrate my love this way.â
Now, is that what Velâs thinking about as she stands next to the other unmarried women (i.e. teenage children) watching her nieceâs first dance with her new husband? Perhaps not. But the way she breaks down after seeing Cinta sure looked an awful lot like how I looked sitting outside in the dark and the rain, drunk as Iâve ever been, while my sisterâs reception carried on behind me.

And this, to me in particular, is whatâs so great about Vel as a character â as a STAR WARS character â and why I will never ever complain about seeing her be âsad and gay.â For the first time ever in my favorite franchise, I get to see myself so clearly. Sheâs sad and gay, yes, but sheâs also fiercely supportive of her family (the part she likes, anyway) â she takes Monâs hand in support when she needs it, and she seems ready to snap at Kleya for even being around and creating the possibility of trouble at this function. Sheâs sad and gay, yes, but sheâs on the front line of a fucking rebellion. Just because you donât see it in this arc because thatâs not where the story is focused doesnât mean thatâs not still true, and weâll see that again come next week Iâm sure.
I donât really know how to wrap this up, but the point is if youâre tired of whatâs happening with Vel in this show, youâre probably not paying enough attention. I want more of her and more for her to do as much as anybody (thatâs a lie, I want it SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN ANYBODY, fucking try me), but thereâs already a whole ocean of her character to explore with just what we have, if you only bother to stop and consider it.
#not even 48 hours after the start of the season and i've already had it#lol#anyway great to be home#vel sartha#andor#andor spoilers#my posts#my gifs
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Like A Fairy Tale
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Dating Bucky Barnes had been like living a fairy tale, but as he distances himself from you and your relationship, you come to the realization that maybe fairy tales aren't meant to come true.
Warnings: Language to make Steve blush, mentions of alcohol use, implied sex, angst with a happy ending.
Word Count: 3.4k This is my very first posted fic, and I am very nervous but I hope you like it! If I've missed any warnings, please tell me so I can add them. Much love and thanks to my bestie @jmeelee for indulging my obsession and dropping everything to read this when I sent it to her <3 Please pardon any spelling/grammar errors.
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Once upon a time, being Bucky Barnesâ girl had felt like living in a fairy tale. He was everything your younger self had ever dared to dream of in a Prince Charmingâ attentive, affectionate, kind, and oh, how he made you laugh! You were the envy of all of your friends, the very definition of #couplegoals, and you thanked your lucky stars every night that the two of you had found one another, despite all the odds.
But fairy tales arenât real.Â
You werenât sure exactly when it started, but somewhere in the third year of your relationship, after youâd moved into a handsome brownstone in Brooklyn together, after youâd adopted a fluffy white kitten, Bucky started pulling away from you. The steps that took him from you were small at firstâ he was taking on more and more missions, opting to stay gone for longer periods of time. Days would go by, and theyâd turn into weeks, then a month or two at a time would go by where you wouldnât see him.Â
At first, it hadnât been terribleâ Bucky had always made sure to contact you each and every day. A video call whenever he could, a phone call or text when he couldnât, but slowly, so slowly you barely noticed, the calls stopped coming all together. Sure, heâd answer when you called him⊠when he could, which wasnât always possible on a mission, and you hated acting needy and taking him away from his work, so eventually, you stopped reaching out, too.Â
When he was home, you were like ships passing in the night. You always offered to take time off of work so you could spend some time with him before he was set to head out again, but he never wanted you to jeopardize your career on his account. Your reunions would always be passionate, but short-lived, a few hot and heavy nights before he took off once more to save the world.Â
You tried not to let it bother you. You really, really did. His job was so important. Peopleâs lives relied on him. Where did you get off getting upset over that? So, you kept it to yourself. Until you couldnât. Not any more.
âY/N,â your best friend, Lainy, cornered you at her annual New Yearâs Eve party, âwhereâs Barnes? Heâs been leaving you to go solo for months now. I donât think Iâve seen you with him since Markâs St. Patrickâs Day Party.â
Ouch. âHeâs working, Lainy,â you told her, not wanting to admit that March had been the last time the two of you had gone out together, let alone spent more than three days in a row in each otherâs company.Â
âYeah, he was âworkingâ over the Memorial Day trip, and the 4th of July BBQ, and Jack and Aliceâs wedding, and your auntâs funeral.â You cringed internally as she applied air quotes to âworking.â âAnd he was âworkingâ on your birthday, and Christmas. Babe, heâs been leaving you alone for almost an entire year. Whatâs going on? Are you sure there isnât someone else?â
The worst part was, you knew there wasnât, or at least, no one individual. When heâd first started distancing himself, of course another woman was the first thing that came to your mind, and you werenât proud of yourself, but youâd gone through his phone to search for evidence of an affair⊠multiple times, and repeatedly came up with nothing. And bless Buckyâs heart, but he didnât have the technological know-how to hide an infidelity from you. Granted, that didnât negate the possibility that he was randomly hooking up with people while he was away. Youâd have to be stupid to not consider the possibility.
You could have asked Steve. You didnât think Captain America had it in him to lie to you about something like that, but you didnât want him reporting on your suspicions back to Bucky, nor did you think you could stand to see the look of pity in his eye if he had to tell you that yes, Bucky was cheating on you while you anxiously awaited his return every night. So, you kept the suspicions to yourself.Â
Your conversation with Lainy had left you deflated. Here it was New Yearâs Eve, and you were alone, the man you loved god knew whereâ just not with you. How many more holidays and milestones and everyday nights were you going to spend by yourself, waiting for a man who never seemed to want to be home with you anymore? This wasnât the kind of life you wanted, the kind of life you deserved.Â
You made your way to the kitchen to refill your glass of wine. Youâd probably already had too many, but you needed to drown the despair that was slowly filling you up. As you poured an exceptionally generous glass, a man entered the kitchen. You recognized himâ Harris, a cousin of Lainyâs who had flirted with you relentlessly for years before you had started seeing Bucky.Â
âY/N!â he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up upon seeing you, âitâs been awhile.â He enveloped you in a friendly hug. âHowâve you been?â
You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the overall brushstrokes of your life.Â
âIâm sorry about your breakup,â he offered gently, after youâd exhausted the usual small talk.
âMy breakup?â you asked, brow piqued.
âLast few events Iâve seen you at, youâve been alone. I assumed you and BarnesâŠâ he left the thought floating, the implication hanging in the air: Barnes has left you alone, I assumed you broke up.
You huffed out a laugh. God. Was your relationship actually over and you were the only one dumb enough to not see it?Â
âIf you arenât seeing anyone,â Harris continued, âI would really love to take you out. Youâve gotta know Iâve been into you for ages, and I figure if I donât shoot my shot now, who knows when Iâll have another chance.â
You cocked your head and looked at him, taking in his earnest demeanor. Here was a man who genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Why were you waiting on someone who no longer wanted to be around?
âUm, I might have to get back to you on that, Harris,â you told him before excusing yourself. You needed air.Â
You found yourself on Lainyâs balcony, the air deceptively mild for the end of December in Manhattan. Alone with your thoughts, you pulled out your phone and dialed Buckyâs number. It went straight to voicemail.
âSomeone asked me out on a date tonight,â you said into the recording, your voice choked with tears you didnât want to shed. âAnd I think I might say yes, because, honestly Buck, what are we even doing anymore? Youâre never here, and Iâm always alone. I tried. I tried so fucking hard to not let it get to me, because your workâs important. I know that. I do, and Iâm not begrudging you for your job. But⊠but I canât keep on like this. I canât even remember the last time we spent more than three days together. Isnât that crazy? Three days. Everyone thinks youâre cheating on me. Did you know that? Youâre away so much that everyone I know is convinced youâre fucking someone else. Maybe you are, or maybe you already left me, but Iâve been too stupid to notice; if thatâs the case, you could have just told me.âÂ
You kept your composure as you left the message. You werenât angry at him; you never could be. You were just tired. So tired, and so lonely.Â
âAll I know is that itâs another night where Iâm all by myself, wishing you were here, wanting to talk to you, to feel you, and youâre just⊠not. Youâre off doing something, or someone, more important than me, and I used to be okay with that, but I canât be anymore. I deserve more than waiting on you, Buck. I deserve to be someoneâs priority. I really wish I could have been yours, the way you were mine.Â
âSo, letâs just call it, okay? Your heartâs obviously not in it anymore, and mine is too tired of being hurt and alone. Weâll have to figure out what to do about the house. Iâm keeping Alpine, though. You havenât been here for her, either, and it wouldnât be fair of you to take her if youâre never going to be around.â
Inside, you could hear the rest of the party as they counted down to midnight. When they reached zero, the night erupted in fireworks, and you could hear cheers and cars honking their horns throughout the city below you.
âHuh,â you said into your phone, âitâs midnight. Happy New Year, Buck. I hope it ends up being a good one for you, and Iâm sorry for whatever I did that made you decide you didnât want to spend this last one with me.â
You hung up the phone and the tears finally fell as you slid down the balcony railing until you were crouched on the floor. You werenât sure how long you sat there crying, but eventually Lainy found you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and ushering you into her spare room. She helped you change out of your cocktail dress and into a spare pair of pajamas, and helped you wash your face before tucking you into bed. She left you with a glass of water and a kiss on the forehead, promising that tomorrow would be better, that the next best chapter of your life was about to begin, but as you drifted into a fitful sleep, you couldnât find the will to believe her.
You woke the next morning with a throbbing headache, the alcohol and the tears doing nothing but dehydrating you into agony. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but the battery had died in the night. From the slant of the sun coming in from the guest room window, it looked to be late morning or early afternoon.Â
You changed back into your dress, thanking Lainy for her help and making a small joke about doing the walk of shame in your clothes from the night before. You avoided her questions about what had happened, promising to go over it at length at the weekend after youâd had some time to process. You werenât in the best headspace to get into at the moment.
Fortunately, your best friend knew you well enough not to pry, and you said your goodbyes, plans for brunch on Sunday having been made. You werenât eager to get back home, to be surrounded by reminders of Bucky, when all you wanted was the man, himself. But he was your ex-boyfriend now, you supposed. You were going to have to come to terms with that sooner than later. Besides, Alpine needed to be fed, and you werenât going to abandon her.
Your keys clicked in the lock as you opened your front door. âAl, baby,â you called, kicking off your heels and closing the door behind you, âMommyâs home. You hungry, sweetie?â
You began making your way back toward the kitchen when a loud crash from upstairs got your attention. You rolled your eyes; what had the cat knocked over now?Â
But then there was the roar of a body barreling down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs, leaving you frozen where you stood. You cast a glance to where youâd left your phone in your purse by the door. Too far away to reach in time to call for help as the intruder came pounding down the stairs.Â
A massive figure rounded the corner, nearly knocking you over.
âBucky?â You blinked, sure your eyes were playing tricks on you, but noâ there he stood, and he looked like shit. He looked like he hadnât slept in days, and his eyes were swollen and red-rimmed. Heâd obviously been wearing the same clothing for at least a day, if not more.
âY/N,â he breathed, throwing his arms around you and wrapping you in an almost bone-crushing embrace. âSweetheart, I was so worried.â
âWhat are you doing here, Buck?â you asked him, pulling away from him. God, you wanted to let him hold you, but you just couldnât. Not anymore.
Bucky cupped your face in his hands, blue eyes desperately searching yours. âI got your message. Doll, it fucking broke my heart. I came straight home, but you werenât here, and I was terrified that you were gone; that youâd left me for good.â
You scoffed. âIâm not the one who leaves, Bucky.â
He flinched at your words. âI know, Baby. I know, and âm so sorry. I had no idea. I shoulda known what leavinâ you so much was doinâ to you, âcause it was doinâ it to me, too. When I heard you say that peopleâ that youâ thought I was cheating on you, that I had neglected you so much you thought I found someone else, that I could ever love anyone else, ever want anyone elseâ Iâve never hated myself more, doll. I canât stand that you even had those thoughts in your head for one second, because itâs always been you. Thereâs never been anyone else. Youâre it.â
âThen why have you been gone?â you asked him in a whisper. âIf thereâs no one else, and Iâm it, why donât you ever want to be with me? Why do you keep leaving?âÂ
Bucky ran both his hands along his face. âGod, it feels so stupid now,â he said with a sigh. âBut I was trying to saveââ
âTrying to save the world, yeah, I know,â you interrupted him, annoyed. âTrust me, Iâm well aware that I canât compete with that. But I needed to know you thought we were worth saving, too, and you never did.â
Bucky started laughing then, and you scoffed. âWow, you donât have to rub it in, Bucky.â
âNo, noâ Sweetheart, no!â he shook his head. âThatâs not it, at all. Hold on.â He went to the foyer and grabbed his go-bag; you had missed it when you walked in. Coming back to the kitchen, he put it on the table, opening it up and extracting a folded piece of paper and handing it to you.
It was a real estate listing for a farmhouse Upstate, with acreage on the Hudson. You and Bucky had talked about what kind of house you would buy if the situation had ever presented itself, and it was almost as if youâd dreamed it up.
You looked from the paper back to Bucky. âI donât understand,â you told him.
âIt needs pretty extensive renovations,â he told you. âI wanted to take on enough overtime to have the money for them and make a good dent on the mortgage, but it needed more work than I originally thought. And, I have to come cleanâ I havenât been one hundred percent honest with you about where Iâve been spending all my time.â He looked up at you through his lashes, head bent down in shame.
âBut⊠but, you said there wasnât anyone else,â you stammered, heart ready to beat out of your chest.Â
âOh god! No, and I mean that! There isnât, I swear! God, Iâve fucked this up so bad!â Bucky tugged at his hair in frustration. âIâve been going on extra missions, but sometimes, Sam, Steve, and I go Upstate to do some work on the house, to cut down the costs so I could still make my timeline.â
âYou already bought it?â you asked, your voice flat. You were in shock. âYou want to move out? Away from me?â
Bucky moaned in distress and drew you to him again. âNo! God, Iâm doing this all wrong. I want us to move there, together. To make it the perfect house. The perfect home for me, my wife and our stupid fur baby.â
You stilled at his words. âIâm sorry, your what?â
Bucky smiled at you sheepishly as he reached back into his go-bag. âIâll have you know that I had an entire plan. Was gonna have the house ready by Valentineâs Day. Take you up there as a surprise, ask you properly, but I fucked that up, soâŠâ He brought his hand back out, holding a small burgundy velvet box. He opened it to reveal a vintage engagement ring, a sapphire instead of a diamond. Your favorite stone.
Bucky got down on one knee. âY/N,â he began as his voice choked up a bit with emotion, âI know I fucked up for the last eight months. I would completely understand if you canât forgive me, but I need you to know that I love you. I have only ever loved you, and if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the fact that, even for a moment, I let you think that you werenât the most important thing in my life, my number one priority. Will you marry me?â
âBuckâŠâ you began, not sure how to phrase what you were about to say. âWhat about your job? I canât keep coming in second to the rest of the world, and I get that itâs selfish of me, butââ
âI quit,â he said simply.
âWhat?â Your eyes were wide with shock at his statement.Â
âThe second I heard your voicemail, where you said you wanted to call it because I was never there, I told Steve I was done, that I needed to start putting you first. It wasnât even a question. Iâm officially retired.â
Your mouth hung open. You had hoped he would cut down on his missions, but for him to have quit completely⊠You gently tugged him to his feet, taking the ring box and running a finger across it.
âItâs lovely,â you told him softly. âAbsolutely perfect; exactly what I would have picked for myself.â Bucky beamed at you, pleased. âBut I canât accept it.â His face fell as you gently placed the ring back in his hands.Â
âOh,â he whispered, eyes growing glassy. âI⊠um, I understand. I fucked up, hurt you. I understand if you donât want to be with me anymore.â
âI still want to be with you, you idiot,â you admonished him. âBut you did hurt me, and weâve been apart for a long time. We need time to find our way back to each other again, okay? Ask me again on Valentineâs Day, just like you originally planned. Donât do it now just because you fucked up.â You leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him. âAnd if it helps make you feel better, Iâm probably going to say âyes,â anyway.â
Bucky grinned at you. âReally?â he asked. When you nodded, he picked you up and spun you in a circle before pressing his lips to yours as if he hadnât touched you in months. âI promise you, Sweetheart, Iâll do anything I can to make this up to you, I swear it.â
âAnything?â you asked with a smile. âI think I know where you can start.â
âOh yeah?â he asked you. âAnd whereâs that?â
âTake me to bed, Bucky Barnes,â you said, kissing him again.
Without a word, Bucky swung you over his shoulder and ran with you up the stairs, your squeals and giggles echoing behind him.
Much, much later, when you lay sated together tangled in limbs and sheets with Alpine snuggled next to your heads, Bucky played with your fingers as you rested your head on his bare chest.
âSo, Doll,â he said, kissing the pads of each of your fingers, âyou gonna tell me who had the nerve to ask my girl out on a date?âÂ
You laughed. âLainyâs cousin, Harris. I suppose Iâll have to text him now and tell him Iâm not interested.â
âHell no, youâre not interested,â Bucky chuffed. âGonna have to remind that punk youâve already got a boyfriend. The position has been filled.â
âThatâs the thing, though,â you said, planting a kiss on his nose. âI donât have a boyfriend anymore, do I?â
Buckyâs face fell. âBut I thought you saidââ
âIâve got myself a fiance.â
Bucky tightened his grip around you, drawing you even closer to his warmth. âYeah, okay. I gotta admit I like the sound of that a lot better.â
Your entire relationship with Bucky Barnes might not have played out like a fairy tale, but in that moment, you were more sure than ever that you two would get your happily ever after.
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Enchanted.

Wroetoshaw x Reader angst
[] requested by @sundarksposts đ
[] Harry, your long time friend goes on a date making your true feelings for him hard to fight.
âȘ Now Playing: Enchanted by Taylor Swift âȘ
I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you
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I was invited over to dinner by one of my best friend's Talia. I was on my way over there when I recieved a text.
Talia: ooh, I guess Simon invited Josh and Frey, do you still wanna come over? đ
Me: it's fine, I don't hate being a fifth wheel đ
Talia: if anything Josh and Simon are gonna be the fourth and fifth wheels babes đ
Me: True, I'm omw!! đ„°
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"Hey!!" I greeted as Talia hugged me after opening the door. "Hey!! It's been too long since we've seen eachother in person!" Talia said leading me towards the kitchen.
"You guys act like a week is a year." Simon said standing by the counter eating something. "Leave that!" Talia said smacking his hand away from the salad bowl. I chuckled at how adorable they are together.
"So, since it's basically a couples night featuring you, should we invite Harry!?" Talia said raising her eyebrows at me. Simon 'ood' like a little school boy causing my cheeks to get hot. "Stop it- no, Harry texted me he was gonna be busy tonight." I responded grabbing the salad bowl taking it to the dining table as Talia followed with another plate.
"What's he doing tonight?" She asked. "I have no clue, he wouldn't tell. He just said it was something important and I shouldn't worry." I actually didn't know what he was doing tonight. We had just hung out yesterday and he was acting weird all day. He's one of my best mates and we share so much with eachother. It kind of felt like he was holding a secret.
"Si, do you know what Harry's up to tonight?" Talia asked as Simon sat at the table. "You don't know?" He asked looking towards me. Now I was very confused. I shook my head as he let out a sigh and a worried expression filled his face.
"Harry's out on a date." My heart sunk.
Like I said, Harry and I were really good mates so it's not like we were dating but we've know eachother for almost a decade now and well, I guess I caught feeling for the man. I didn't want to admit it but I've longed for him for a couple years now. I didn't fancy him when we first met but one night, I was drunk- very drunk and I was with Harry. I don't remember much from that night but I have the most vivid memory of the way he treated me.
He didn't try to take advantage of me, quite the opposite. We were with a couple friends, many males and he became so protective. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. At the end of the night, he took me to my flat and put me in bed. He sat with me until I fell asleep stroking my hair. I found him so enchanting. He was such a gentleman. I fell in love with him after that and I've been pining after him since. I never wanted to try anything with him because I love him too much as a friend to lose him.
Hearing this news was earth shattering though. I know he has one night stands occasionally but this was an actual date. He never goes on dates unless he likes the girl and this hasn't happened in years. I fear, I'll lose him this time. I'll never get my chance, not that I would've tried. I should have, who knows how he felt about me-
"Y/n? Are you okay love?" Talia said wiping at my cheek. Tears had been streaming down my face and I didn't realize. "Oh, uh yeah, just, I've gotta use the toliet." I said making my way towards the bathroom. I felt like throwing up, I felt like my heart hurt, I just wanted to cry. I didn't realize I felt this way about him. I thought it was a simple crush.
I sat on the toliet seat letting the tears just fall down my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was a huge mess. Maybe I should just head home before Josh and Freya get here.
Just as that thought left my head, I heard the front door open and Josh's voice boom throughout the house. He was always quite loud and made sure to make his presence known. I chuckled as he made a little joke.
I know I have to leave the bathroom but I also don't want them to see me like this. I tried fixing my makeup as best as I could and walked out. I saw all of them standing nearby staring at me.
"Awww my girl are you okay?" Freya said as she extended her arms hugging me with Talia joining in. This honestly made me cry more.
"I'm alright, but I think I should go home, I don't wanna ruin the evening." I said as I pulled away, wiping at my face. "No, don't even think about it. Let's have a little night in instead, why don't we eat a bit then, the three of us can go watch movies in my room." Talia said wrapping an arm around me. I looked over to the boys who had sympathetic looks on their face.
"Okay... sorry boys." I said still sniffling a bit. "Don't worry about it Y/n, we're just glad you'll stay here and won't be alone." Josh said as Simon nodded. "You guys are too sweet, I love you all." I said through tears. "We love you too!" Freya said as they hugged me again.
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ă Harry's Pov ă
"So, you like golf?" I asked. I was on a date with this girl I met on tinder. She's quite fit and I really like her personality but she's kinda giving me nothing. Maybe it's me, I don't know why I just don't feel much for her. I was really excited for this date but actually being here is quite- strange.
"Not really, it's so boring." She said taking a small forkful of her salad. I don't think this is gonna work out to be honest. She's missing something, I just don't know what.
I felt my phone buzz and I didn't wanna pull it out in front of her but the conversation was so dead, I really wanted to check who it was. "I'm gonna head to the toliet." I told her as she nodded. I walked towards the men's room, immediately pulling out my phone, looking at the notification.
Simon: Harry, how's the date going?
Harry: oh mate, it's fucking awful. She's giving me nothing here.
Simon: well, I think you should come to my place soon then.
Harry: ??
Simon: Y/n is in shambles over here, I don't know if I should tell you why but I think she'd benefit from seeing you.
Harry: already on the way
Holy fuck. I hope she's okay. I sped walked out of the toliet getting lots of odd looks as I reached the table.
"Hey, um there's an emergency and I've really gotta go!" I told her. "Oh my god, is everything okay?" She asked with wide eyes about to get up. "Yeah, it's just something I gotta take care of. Here's for dinner, order whatever else you'd like and I'll text you soon." I said placing two hundred pounds on the table.
"Oh- um I'd really rather if you wouldnt actually." She said quietly. "Oh... okay then. Well I guess I'll see you then." I said awkwardly as I got my jacket and left. I quickly called over the first cab I saw and headed towards Simon's house.
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ă Y/n's Pov ă
Talia and Freya are so great. I don't know what I did to deserve such amazing friends. They really eased my suffering as we watched 'The Proposal' while we ate snacks and had some wine.
We heard some shuffling coming from the living room and Talia went to check it out as we continued watching the movie.
"Hey Y/n? Someone's here for you." Talia said with a smile on her face. That's weird. I wonder who it is. I gave her a confused look and she just gestured for me to go. I got up and walked towards the living room.
I saw Harry standing by the door in his date outfit. I know because he only wears sweatshirts and shorts but right now he had on some slacks and a turtleneck. He looked very handsome actually. But why is he here?
"Y/n are you okay?" He asked the second he saw me coming over and wrapping his arms around me.
"Um, yeah, I'm alright. What are you doing here? Don't you have a date tonight?" I asked and he let me go and gave Simon a little annoyed look. Simon shrugged as he walked to another room leaving just us two in the living room.
"Yeah. I did. Sorry I didn't tell you, I don't know why I didn't want you to know. I just... I don't know. But- what happened to you!?! Is everything alright? It looks like you've been crying." He said pulling me towards the couch. We sat down and I just looked towards my hands, feeling the tears well up again. Why am I still crying, I shouldn't be this emotional.
"It's nothing really, just hormones I think. I'm alright now. You didn't have to come. I don't even know how you knew, you should've enjoyed your date!" I said wiping at my eye.
"Well for one, that date was fucking horrendous." He said with a breathy laugh. "The girl didn't even like me in the end and she was just not it for me either. She wasn't the girl I need to be with." He continued. "Also Simon texted me that you were upset and I knew I needed to be over here instead." He said reaching for my hand. I looked towards him, as he had been staring at me intensely.
"Seriously are you okay? You're crying again." He said wiping at my cheek. "Fuck Harry." I said now fully bawling.
"I think I like you." I said unable to hold my feelings in. Like I said, he's always so tender with me and I just love him so much. He's always so sweet and maybe I'm just being dumb and falling for any man who shows me an ounce of niceness.
"You think? Or you know?" He said as I furrowed my brows towards him. "Y/n. I've liked you for fucking ages!!" He said. My heart immediately started pounding so hard. "I know how I've felt about you since the moment we met. All these years I've always had something for you. You're amazing, the way you make me laugh like no one else, the way you aren't afraid to be yourself, the way you eat like a dog and aren't shy around me." He said with a little laugh.
"Tonight was me trying to get over you. We've know eachother for such a long time and we've never had anything together. It's been hard trying not to hug or kiss you whenever I want. I needed to find a distraction from you. All you do is cloud my mind." He said sitting closer.
"I didn't know you felt this way." I said smiling. "It's always been you, Y/n. I never wanted anyone else but you." He finished.
"Kiss kiss kiss" we heard faint voices say. I laughed at this as I looked towards him. He shrugged and leaned into me, planting his lips on mine. As cliché as it sounds, I truly had butterflies in my stomach and I felt extremely happy in this moment. After a couple seconds, we pulled away.
"I'm so glad you came."
"I am too."
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A/n
I'm actually in love with this one! It's so adorable, I hope you enjoyed it!! Also I melt every single time he wears those turtle neck tops- he looks incredible!!
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Ryomen Sukuna NSFW A-Z
Part of my 20k follower celebration (past due)
Warnings: if it isnât abundantly clear, this is smut :)
A/N: in honor of hitting 20k followers a while back, Iâm going to be posting 10 NSFW alphabets for JJK men â scheduled post 11 :) - I've developed an unhealthy obsession with true form Sukuna... he is all I think about now. Forgive me because this one is for sure a bit OOC since he like... loves you

A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
If you managed to break the hollow icy shell that is Sukunaâs heart and make yourself someone important to him⊠Sukuna is pretty damn good with aftercare. Heâll clean you up, even ordering someone to get numbing salves because he tore you the fuck up and he knowâs youâll be sore and aching within a few hours if you arenât already. Heâll use two arms to cradle you gently while his other set works on cleaning you up and making sure youâre okay. Heâll wait until youâre sleeping to whisper praises to you, telling you that you did so well for him and that he adores you. Heâll never really say these things to you when youâre awake though.Â
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Sukuna loves your legs and thighs, he loves your hips and your stomach too. He loves having things to hold and your body provides so much softness for him. He loves to kneel before you â thatâs right the king of curses kneeling before you â to lick all the way from the top of your foot up to your inner thigh. Heâll cover your legs in bruises and bites, making sure everyone is well aware that you are his property and nobody else can have you. He adores your stomach, often resting his head against it and letting you pet his hair lovingly. Sukuna will only show this level of vulnerability to you, letting down some â not all â of his walls.Â
Sukuna loves his entire body, four arms, two mouths, two dicks, and all. He considers it his masterpiece and it deserves to be worshiped. He has no shame in proclaiming this either.Â
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
If heâs not dumping several loads into your cunt/ass then whatâs the point? Sukuna treats his cum just as he treats the rest of his body⊠It's sacred and a privilege to have it. He toys with the idea of painting your face or chest in it but ultimately doesnât see the point in letting something so valuable go to waste. So creampies are the only way in Sukunaâs eyes. And trust me when I say this man cums a fucking boat-load. I donât care if itâs realistic or not, heâs making you look bloated by the time heâs done with you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Sukuna would let you do anything you wanted to him⊠he just hasnât found the strength to give you that knowledge yet. He hates the idea of someone holding power over him, which is why heâs ever so mildly terrified of you. You may not realize it, but you have Sukuna wrapped around your finger⊠that man would kill the entire planet for you if it meant seeing you smile.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Sukuna is very experienced, having tens if not hundreds of harlots laying around for his use. But that was before you. You changed his view on that sort of thing and he got rid of every single one of them⊠you are all he needs to remain satisfied and that is a feeling Sukuna never thought he'd experience in his existence. Sukuna knows what heâs doing and he knows what heâs doing well.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Sukunaâs favorite position is holding you up so your back is pressed to his chest. He has a hand hooked under each of your knees and heâs holding you up that way, spreading you apart further than your legs really allow. Sukuna is either sitting or standing and honestly he prefers when a mirror is present so he can watch your face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure. He has you impaled on his cock, easily able to trust in and out of you as you fall apart.Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not even a hint of goofiness in this man when he fucks you. He is all about business⊠I mean for real it was actually kind of terrifying at first but now youâre used to it.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Sukuna doesnât really give a shit about his hair down there⊠and yes itâs pink like the rest of his hair. It may sound fucking bizarre but if you want to trim and clean him up down there? Heâll let you do it. You bathe him often so itâs not necessarily out of your comfort zone to sit there and groom his nether region. He doesnât really care what you do down there either. You can simply trim him to your liking or shave him bald. Whatever youâre into, he truly doesnât care.Â
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sukuna is⊠romantic in his own way. Heâs not detached from the situation at hand and heâs not focused entirely on himself. Sukuna shows his âromanticâ side by letting you cum, maybe sparing you a few kisses, rubbing his thumb across the nail marks he left on your legs⊠heâs not one to say âI love youâ or really express how much you mean to him. But itâs the small, subtle little things that hint towards his affection for you.Â
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Heâs got four hands, youâd think heâd use one of them to get himself off but he simply doesnât see a need for that when he can have a random whore come do it for him. When it comes to you though? You never leave him, like Uraume, youâve earned your spot by his side. He has you to assist him with those kinds of needs when they arise (heh). Though, heâs amused you once or twice by jerking himself off for your own enjoyment. Making a show of using two hands to jerk off his two cocks but stopping just before he comes because â as iâve said â he doesnât like to waste any of it, not a single drop can be spared.Â
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Slave/Master kink for one⊠he just likes the feeling of being superior even though he doesn't need to âroleplayâ to get that feeling. BDSM⊠or whatever equivalent there is for the Heian period. He likes it rough, messy, even a little bloody. Sukuna has a massive breeding kink but doesnât want kids, he just likes the idea of filling you over and over again (regardless if you have the ability to get pregnant or not). Dacryphilia for sure, your tears turn him on. Orgasm control (both denying and overstimulation) are just another aspect that plays into his love of power. Sukuna loves restraints in any form, not him, though. He will for sure try and fist you.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere. Sukuna will fuck you where ever the fuck he wants too with no shame. Heâll fuck you on his bed, ruin the luxurious sheets and break the bedframe over and over. Itâs gotten to the point where he actually got rid of it all together because he was sick of the wood splintering and nearly hurting you. Sukuna can and will fuck you on a raised platform in front of his petrified subjects. He wants everyone to know who you belong too â even if you donât need to be fucked stupid in front of hundreds of people for them to know. Itâs quite obvious. To be totally honest, Sukuna loves the mess and mayhem of fucking you in the tub. Watching the water slosh everywhere then ordering a maid to come clean up the damage, it makes him laugh.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There is an innocence to you that really gets Sukuna going. Youâve done the most downright filthy things with him, youâve stood beside him as he makes a bloody mess of someone⊠but somehow you still retain this sort of innocence to you that he loves to try and taint. Itâs not to say youâre oblivious⊠youâre very smart in Sukunaâs eyes and he knows you have a mean streak. But when youâre with him⊠there is something about you that he wants to break so badly and he has such fun trying to do so⊠youâre resilient which would usually piss him off to no end⊠but with you itâs endearing and he canât figure out why he canât get enough (youâre in love dumb ass)Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Shit. Yeah no thatâs the one thing he can not and will not deal with. Heâs had his fair share of bodily fluids â to say the least without going into detail. But he draws the line at anything to do with vomit or scat. It disturbs him⊠which is saying a lot. Heâs had women offered to him as sacrifice that have done several things in fear and he can say he truthfully cannot handle it. Also, no threesomes ever. Heâs not sharing you.Â
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Heâs a healthy combination of both (shocking). Sukuna loves watching you struggle to even take one of his cocks in your mouth nevermind both. But your mouth feels so damn good even though you struggle to get more than the tip past your lips. Sukuna loves to go down on you though, keeping your thighs spread apart so he can eat you as he pleases. Your arousal just tastes so good to him, he canât get enough and he will not stop until heâs satisfied.Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Rough and cruel for the most part. But he can be even meaner when he goes unbearably slow, splitting you open agonizingly with two cocks opposed to one just to see those pretty tears slip down your cheeks as you beg and plead for mercy (mercy he never gives). Sukuna will fuck you stupid with one cock most of the time, thatâs his little bit of kindness towards you, but youâll get fucked twice at least⊠ya know⊠gotta get the second cock off too. Heâll give you a choice, get fucked twice with one cock each time or get fucked once with two⊠mind you itâs never just once even if itâs two cocks at the same time or one each. Youâre smart enough to take one cock multiple times unless you want to be bedridden because you canât walk. Both options have happened to you many times though⊠so you really canât tell why he offers you a choice.Â
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sex can take up a whole day when it comes to Sukuna. So, no, he despises quickies. He doesnât like to be rushed, he doesnât care if he gets caught, heâll make people watch. What is there that would really appeal to him??? It seems more annoying than anything really.Â
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He will experiment but only on his own accord. He wonât say it outright but Sukuna is at least a bit mindful of the experiments he does⊠he doesnât want to really hurt you or scare you away. So he picks and chooses what he wants to try on you. If there is something very intriguing to him that he worries will make you uncomfortable? Heâll force two other people to play it out while he watches and decides from there⊠heâs oddly considerate of you in that sense.Â
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
As you saw above⊠sex can be an all-day process for Sukuna. He can last as long as he wants to⊠and I mean that seriously. His stamina is infinite, nothing will stop him but himself. He can go multiple rounds until youâre so fucked out youâve lost count. He can last anywhere from 15-25 minutes per round, he could last much longer but his goal is inevitably to cum so why bother⊠praying for you honestly.Â
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys like we know today donât exist within his era (the Heian period) and honestly?? Sukuna is a fucking jungle gym in his own right so you really donât need toys⊠and even if they did exist and were at his disposal? Sukuna isnât using them. Why the hell would he rely on a stupid little toy to get you off when heâs more than capable?? Heâs not intimidated by them, he just would think theyâre absolutely useless⊠modern day though⊠if you begged him for a vibrator he would probably cave and get you one. He may even find amusement in it.Â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sukuna and fair do not belong in the same sentence so it should shock nobody that this man will tease you until you are nearly dry heaving with how hard youâre crying. He will tease you for hours, to the point it feels like genuine torture, before he feels like getting you off. Then, the unfair attitude continues because he will not stop even when you start begging him to. He likes how quickly he can make you regret your words, seeing those pretty fat globs of tears leaking down your cheeks only makes the experience better for him.Â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Sukuna will curse and groan but thatâs about it. He wonât try and hide his noises, either, but he will try and make sure heâs not too loud. Itâs rare to get a moan, whine, or whimper out of him. Especially since he has such good control over himself. But he will not hesitate to groan about how good his cock is feeling because of you⊠he has to give you a little something to get you to stick around, ya know? Not that you have a choice⊠and not that youâd really want to leave him anyways⊠giving up your luxurious lifestyle and being on the king of cursesâ good side isnât something just anyone can obtain, you know.Â
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sukuna hates your family, ever since you were dropped off to him to be a sacrifice. He doesnât care about his donors and their sacrifices since all of them are mediocre pieces of shit at best. Though he knows a scumbag like him is not one to talk. But you? You arrived to him nearly beaten to death, half naked, with little to no emotion left in you. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Where was the fun in playing with something that was already half dead. Though, as he was about to kill you, something in your expression moved his icy heart. That truly petrified him but heâd never let anyone know it. He kept you instead of killing you, ordering for the immediate execution of your rotten family instead. He likes to joke that he had the perfect specimen nursed back to health, in his eyes you really were perfect.Â
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Sukuna is a tall man⊠while we donât know his exact height in true form⊠heâs been guesstimated to be anywhere from 7.5 feet to 9.8 feet. A tall man is going to have a monstrous cock⊠or cocks in his case. When heâs soft heâs about 8.5 inches in length, and when heâs hard heâs just over 11 inches. Heâs monstrous, girthy and sticks straight out⊠both of them do. He will hurt⊠he will make you feel like youâre getting ripped in half and he will often try and fist you to prepare you for him. He cannot fit all the way inside of you, as much as heâd love to, he's not trying to kill you by rupturing your organs. Heâs a tan color, one dick is circumcised, the other is not⊠he was feeling quirky, and has a deep rosy pink tip⊠or tips⊠you know what I mean.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sukuna has to fuck you at least twice a day, if he doesnât, heâs extremely irritable. He has at least 5 hours of his day set aside just for you. But really he makes his own schedule so he can do whatever the fuck he wants when he wants to. His sex drive is pretty damn high and he does absolutely nothing to deal with it or hold off. He will get off the moment he wants too.Â
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sukuna prefers falling asleep after you do, which can be pretty instant considering how long he may have been fucking you. So the answer is anywhere between 30 seconds and 10 minutes.Â
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