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‘You don’t know her.’ - Advices and Vices, part 5 of ? (CaitJinx Modern AU)

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Caitlyn’s POV after her night with Jinx, and the months leading up to the party...

She blames the gin, I blame the ADHD & Autism ravaging my life lol enjoy

TW: drinking, vague drug & trauma reference, Jayce being a prick

(6,019 words)

Jinx’s last words lingered in Caitlyn’s mind. She replayed the scene in that bed over and over and over.

I’m bad enough for you already.

Bad? In what sense?

Did Jinx feel like a bad person because of her past?

Caitlyn didn’t know the full story, but from what Vi told her, Jinx led a far darker life beyond the foster home than either of them could’ve fathomed. Vi had Vander, a gruff man-giant with the squishy insides of a teddy bear. But Jinx? Jinx had Silco, Zaun’s most infamous Chembaron, a man with the face and killer instinct of a rabid shark. He plucked her out from obscurity and made her his daughter. His Jinx.

What kinds of things did he enlist her to do? Had she acted willingly, or did he coerce her? Caitlyn didn’t dare speculate.

Either way, Jinx must’ve harboured guilt for her part in his business. All those lives, young and old, lost. Ravaged by shimmer and the gang warfare involved in producing and selling it. Years later, some parts of Zaun still hadn’t recovered, and nor had Jinx.

That same protective impulse Caitlyn felt in the corridor of Jinx’s apartment building swelled in her gut. Made her queasy with concern. She hated Silco.

But Jinx knew Caitlyn didn’t hold her past against her, right? For all their spats and bad blood, Jinx had to know.

If not the past, what else could Jinx have meant to shield her from? Had she forgotten something, some vital piece of evidence?

Just go… Go home, Cait.

What made Jinx so determined to push her away? The potential fallout of Vi finding out? They’d covered that; they could both keep a secret. What other reason was there?

Entitled. Jinx said it with conviction, intended to harm. Demanding an apology was entitled of you.

It felt like a blade aimed straight at Caitlyn’s throat, forcing her to scrutinise herself.

Was she entitled? Probably, in some respects, given her background. But expecting an apology for being tossed aside was no act of entitlement. Caitlyn knew her worth. That didn’t make her entitled.

Then there were her own indecipherable words. Things said she didn’t mean.

I don’t care.

A blatant lie woven from her pain. She’d intended harm, too. Neither of them was innocent in this.

I’m done.

Done? With what? Had they started something?

Maybe…

Maybe Jinx just didn’t like her. Maybe the night they’d shared was just sex, fuelled by alcohol and familiar, flirtatious contempt. Once it ended, Jinx wanted nothing more to do with her. And why would she? They had nothing more to offer each other than their bodies.

***

Weeks without answers turned into months. Four months, one week and two days.

Between nonstop work and restless nights, she met with Jayce for a drink at one of their favourite bars in the heart of Piltover. Anything to distract her from the dull, disconcerting itch of missing Jinx.

Craving someone she had once barely tolerated was a new brand of torture. Add her bitter confusion about how things ended to the mix, and well, Caitlyn wasn’t having a fun time.

Jayce was chipper, as usual. Painfully so. But he did most of the talking and had agreed to foot the bill. Could’ve been worse.

She quelled the constant ache in her chest with a stream of gin and tonics, as he droned on about the last couple of months of his life. He’d secured funding from the council for his tech company’s latest project. A venture into prosthetic limbs which Caitlyn understood very little of, despite Jayce’s thorough and frequent explanations.

Science had never been her thing; more of an English and History kind of person. Tangible lived experiences and the heart of the human condition spoke to her far more than statistics and hypotheses ever could. She had some basic forensic knowledge needed for her work, but that was it.

What would Jinx make of Jayce and Viktor’s work? Would she find it interesting? Ground-breaking? Would she and Viktor squabble over the best methods for maximum results? She’d certainly understand it all a heck of a lot better than Caitlyn.

Anyway, she’d strayed off topic. Blame the gin.

When Jayce found out about the funding, Viktor kissed him on the cheek right there in the lab in front of Skye and their other assistants. A rare, sweet moment of PDA amidst all the excitement. Jayce relished in that part of the story, skimmed over the funding just so he could tell her that his extremely private boyfriend had kissed him at work.

It was cute and it pissed her off. She loved Jayce and Viktor, but she didn’t want to hear a single word about how happy they were together. Not after… everything.

‘Come on, Jayce,’ she half-teased, half-reprimanded. ‘This is a new level of gloating, even for you.’

‘I’m not gloating,’ Jayce denied with a small grin. ‘Just sharing my news with my best friend.’

‘Oh, please.’

They went on like that for a while. Jayce sharing, then over-sharing as the alcohol hit, while Caitlyn nodded along with a drink in her hand, mocking him at regular intervals. It was nice. Quality friendship time.

The evening dwindled, they said their goodbyes and parted ways, and she was alone. Again.

Would she spend every night alone? Would she ever meet someone who made her as insufferable as Jayce and Viktor were together?

***

Jinx’s bed. Blue hair cascading like a waterfall. Smoke trails etched into biteable skin. Hands and tongue dragging out shrill, melodic moans.

The loud vibrations of her phone receiving a text.

Oh, wait, that was real.

She groaned, desperate to return to the world behind her eyes.

Her phone screen’s harsh light made her squint. She dimmed the brightness all the way down and read the message. From Vi, of all people.

If the universe had any respect for Caitlyn at all, Vi had finally signed those divorce papers.

She read on:

Hey, Cait. Sorry I’ve been a dick. If you’ve got a spare hour today, could we meet? Or if you’re at work, name a time and place and I’m there, okay? I’ve signed the papers and I’d like to meet in person to give them to you.

And again, I’m sorry.

Caitlyn read the message a few more times. She couldn’t believe it. Those words had really been sent. From Vi. To Caitlyn.

It all read true to form, apart from the apology. And the name. Ten months since they separated, and a part of Caitlyn still expected Vi to call her Cupcake. How stupid was that?

She didn’t want to meet on such short notice, but she had no choice. Vi was like a wild horse; couldn’t risk spooking her.

She replied:

Thank you, Vi. I know it takes a lot for you to say sorry, so I appreciate it. I’m due at the station today, but we can do lunch if you’d like.

Her response might have erred on the side of passive aggressive, but it was the kindest she could muster.

***

Lunch was… an experience.

Vi showed up late, hungover, and with another woman. Her girlfriend. Seraphine, or Serrie, had hair the colour of Pepto-Bismol and the face of a doe with no survival instinct, traipsing carefree through a forest in the middle of hunting season. Most egregious of all, they were smitten with each other. They called each other babe and hun and cutie and couldn’t stop touching. Hands, shoulders, knees beneath the table; it was all up for grabs.

Caitlyn seethed, picking at the Caesar salad she’d ordered before they arrived, while they perused the menu. She had twenty minutes before she had to go back to work, and they were acting like they were on fucking holiday.

Any sane, rational person would’ve ditched, left them with the bill, and demanded to meet Vi alone some other time. Instead, she dug her heels in. Literally dug the heels of her boots into the restaurant’s carpet.

‘You used to get the burger,’ she snapped. ‘Just get the bloody burger, Vi.’

‘Burger?’ Seraphine winced. It was the first thing she’d said since Vi had introduced her. ‘As in beef?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ Vi glanced up from the menu with an amused grunt. ‘Serrie’s vegan.’

‘Vegan?’ Caitlyn didn’t mean to sound derisive, but the idea of Vi dating a vegan when she ate approximately six chickens a day was beyond a joke.

‘Since she was nine. Huh, babe?’ Vi channelled all her warmth and affection into a killer grin, only this time Caitlyn wasn’t the target.

Rightly or wrongly, it bothered her. The whole scenario bothered her. After years of Vi putting her first, she’d been demoted to third wheel. The divorce was her own doing, but it chafed.

Seraphine blushed at the attention. Nodded right on cue.

Must’ve felt strange for her, sat across the table from Vi’s soon-to-be ex-wife. Although, she didn’t have to be there, did she? She certainly wasn’t supposed to be.

‘Sorry, um…’ Caitlyn cleared her throat, preparing for the impact of her question. ‘Vi, I have to ask. Why isn’t it just the two of us today?’

Vi and Seraphine gave each other a look, fleeting but wholly revealing; the look of two people teetering on the cusp of something life-changing and impulsive. Their faces bloomed with the same joy and subdued, mind-numbing terror she’d worn the first time she shot a gun.

Naturally, she scanned their fingers for signs of an engagement ring. Both sets of hands were under the table, out of sight.

Interrogation, or flat-out denial? Which tactic would she employ?

‘Never mind; Seraphine’s more than welcome, of course,’ she said. The coward's route, but also the quickest way out of there. ‘Vi, did you bring the papers?’

‘Sure did.’ Vi withdrew a large white envelope from her backpack. ‘Signed and fricking sealed.’

She squeezed Seraphine’s forearm with unabashed glee, eliciting a shy giggle. Never did learn the art of discretion, that one. It felt like they wanted Caitlyn to ask. Just ask.

‘Next stop: delivery,’ Vi confirmed. Nervously bit her lip.

‘Perfect,’ Caitlyn smiled but wanted to scowl.

She refused to ask them. If those two idiots were engaged with the ink still wet on the divorce, more fool them and she wished them well, but it had nothing to do with her. Nothing.

Vi raised an expectant brow, pushing Caitlyn closer and closer to breaking point.

‘Anyway…’ She scooped up the precious envelope and let out the fakest sigh she’d ever heard. ‘So sorry, but I’ve got to get back to work.’ Stood and flung her handbag over her shoulder. So close. The exit was so fucking close. ‘Lovely meeting you, Seraphine.’

‘Caitlyn, wait!’ Two steps towards the door were all it took for Vi to crumble. Her urgent tone told Caitlyn all she needed to know. ‘There’s something we need to tell you.’

Against her will, she turned back, and Seraphine revealed the diamond engagement ring on her finger.

***

‘Fucking hell.’ Caitlyn sighed into her wine, fogging up the glass. Downed the last few drops. ‘I think I’m still a bit in shock.’

She’d headed to Jayce and Viktor’s apartment in upper-west Piltover the second she clocked off, which was… a while ago. A quick catch-up in the kitchen spiralled into hours of venting. She never did this, but between the whole divorce debacle, the night spent with Jinx, and Vi’s abrupt engagement, she needed a friend.

‘Refill?’ Viktor offered, fresh bottle of Rosé in hand as he pre-emptively picked up her empty glass.

‘Amazing,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

He poured until she gestured for him to stop, handed the glass back to her with a smile, then leant back on his crutches.

‘Maybe make that your last,’ Jayce hinted.

He had his back to them both while he chopped up a selection of vegetables for the coming days’ meal prep, ears pricked. Primed and ready to interject with the least helpful comment possible.

After almost two decades of friendship, she didn’t even have to look at him to see the smug expression on his face. He really thought he’d just told a joke.

‘This,’ she bit back, ‘from the man who can’t even remember last year’s Progress Day because he blacked out on Zaunian moonshine.’ Her next sip went down like a dream. Like victory.

‘She has a point.’ Viktor took her side over Jayce’s, like always.

‘If you say so,’ Jayce tutted. ‘I think she’s had enough, though.’

‘She?’ Caitlyn objected. ‘I’m right here.’

With a huff, Jayce turned to face her, hands on his hips like he was about to tell her off.

‘Sorry,’ he said, no ounce of remorse on display. ‘If I’m honest, I’m a little sick of tonight’s depression bingo, okay?’

‘Wow,’ she smarted. ‘Depression bingo? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

‘You’re struggling,’ Jayce said. ‘I get that. But sitting here complaining about it all won’t change anything, Cait. It’s just bumming us out.’

‘Jayce,’ Viktor chastised his boyfriend, employing a subtle yet damning head tilt. ‘Speak for yourself.’

‘I just…’ Jayce hung his head. ‘I like Vi, y’know? I’m happy for her. I think this engagement is good news.’

‘Now’s not the time to play devil’s advocate,’ Viktor warned. ‘Cait’s hurting. Let it be, for now.’

‘Thanks, Vik,’ she said, relieved that he had her back. ‘And Jayce, look, I am happy for her. Mostly. It just seems so quick. Can you imagine marrying someone you’ve known for such a short time? I don’t get it. What’s the rush? Why can’t they date for a while first? Properly get to know each other… Vi can be so reckless sometimes.’

‘Agreed,’ Jayce replied. ‘But if this is what she wants, we have to respect that. Vik?’

He gave a reluctant nod of agreement. ‘It’s not our business.’

‘Exactly.’ Jayce shot her a pointed glare. ‘Not our business.’

They were right, of course. It wasn’t their business. Still felt like Caitlyn’s, though. Like it was her responsibility to stop Vi from making a huge mistake. To protect. Out of love, or residual loyalty, or habit.

She wanted to call Vi up then and there and demand a thorough pros and cons list for the engagement. But she couldn’t. Dug her nails into her palms to suppress the urge. No matter how much it felt like a problem she needed to solve, it wasn’t her place. Caitlyn had no more business meddling in Vi’s life than Jayce or Viktor.

‘Fine,’ she conceded with a gulp. Stared down at the countertop to avoid their eyes.

‘But, uh, I don’t know, maybe…’ Viktor cheekily bobbed his head side to side and moved his hands to match, mimicking a pendulum weighing a decision.

‘What?’

‘I don’t think I want to say it,’ he teased.

‘Spit it out,’ Caitlyn demanded.

‘Yeah,’ Jayce agreed and swigged a mouthful of beer. ‘Can’t be worse than what I said.’

They both snickered at Jayce’s brief moment of self-awareness.

‘Okay,’ Viktor began. ‘Well, Cait, your love life isn’t our business either, so please, tell me to fuck off if you’d like.’

‘…but?’

‘But,’ he continued, ‘I was thinking that, uh, maybe now with the divorce signed off, Vi getting engaged, blah, blah, blah…’ There was that pendulum again, swinging off its axis. ‘Maybe, uh… maybe it’s time for you to dip your pretty toes in the pool again, huh?’

‘You think she’s ready?’ Jayce asked.

‘Think you could ask her that question?’ She snarked.

Sarcasm hid a multitude of sins. Primarily, the fact that she’d already entered the metaphorical pool for a swim. With Jinx.

She sipped more wine and hoped they wouldn’t notice how guilty she looked.

‘Oh, okay.’ Viktor narrowed his eyes, examining her. ‘So, you’ve dipped more than a toe.’

Shame cloyed at her throat. She drank more wine.

‘What?’ Jayce’s laughter echoed through the large kitchen. ‘And you didn’t tell us? Who is she?’

‘You don’t know her,’ she said.

Not a lie, per se. Jayce had met Jinx but only once or twice, always in passing, and she couldn’t think of a single instance with Viktor. Of course, there may have been times without her present, but that was unlikely. Vi inherited Jayce and Viktor’s friendship from Caitlyn. The three of them didn’t hang out unless she was involved. At least, not before the divorce. But after the divorce didn’t count because Jinx and Vi weren’t on speaking terms and—

God, she needed to stop overthinking. Her hook-up with her ex-wife’s sister remained secret. That was all that mattered.

‘I don’t know,’ Viktor teased. ‘You’re blushing.’ He flicked Jayce a grin. ‘Think we know her?’

‘You don’t,’ she insisted. ‘It’s just hot in here.’

‘Aircon’s on,’ Jayce said, deadpan.

‘Cait, y’know what,’ Viktor proffered. ‘Whoever it is, making you blush like that, I’m pleased for you.’

‘There’s honestly no one,’ she said, patience fraying at the seams. ‘Look, I… I had a one-night stand, okay?’

‘Wow!’ Jayce pounced. ‘Little Miss Commitment had a one-night stand!? Did you also get a lobotomy?’

‘Ignore the wind-up,’ Viktor said. ‘I’m… assuming you… enjoyed it? Just, uh, based on your expression.’

‘My expression?’ She fixed her eyes on Viktor, avoiding Jayce’s taunting grin in her periphery.

‘You blushed like you were… maybe reliving it a bit.’

‘Oh.’

She didn’t know what to say. Viktor was too astute and knew her too well. She couldn’t pretend with him.

‘You’re probably right,’ she admitted. ‘It was a great night.’

‘But…?’

‘But then it wasn’t.’

‘How so?’

She stared into her wine and shrugged. Her limbs drained of all energy, resting heavy where she stood. The urge to sleep crept upon her. She could’ve slumped onto the couch so easily. Or fled her friends altogether, fetched a cab home. Anything to stop talking about that fucking night.

‘You don’t have to tell us,’ Viktor comforted.

‘No, no, I’d like to know,’ Jayce said, baring his teeth like a mama bear about to defend her cubs. ‘Did this woman hurt you, Caitlyn? You know, Mel’s on the council and you’re an enforcer; nobody hurts you and gets away with it.’

‘For fuck sake, Jayce, no, nothing like that.’ Exhaustion cracked her voice. ‘Anyway, no matter what happens to me, please never include Mel fucking Medarda in your little revenge fantasy. I already have a mother who wishes that woman was her daughter; I don’t need her replacing me as your best friend, too.’

Jayce’s expression shifted back into mockery mode. Anger lurked behind his eyes, but he seemed convinced by her plea.

‘Aww, you think she hasn’t already?’ He joked. ‘How cute.’

‘Jayce.’ She tensed. ‘I swear, I will hurl this glass at your head.’

‘We have matching t-shirts and everything.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Okay, but seriously,’ he pressed. ‘Have you got a problem with Mel?’

‘I don’t know. I get a weird energy from her. And her politics are just—’

‘What?’ That rage of his flared up again, directed at her this time. ‘Idealistic? She’s advocating for peace, Cait.’

‘I know exactly what Mel’s advocating for,’ she said. ‘My problem is understanding why it matters to her. What’s her angle?’

‘Her angle? Is caring about the wellbeing of a city and its people not enough of an angle for you?’

‘Don’t get defensive, Jayce,’ she tutted, knowing full well it would rile him up further. ‘I’m just expressing my opinion.’

‘Your wrong opinion.’

‘Agree to disagree,’ she said, and turned to Viktor with a sigh. ‘More wine?’

‘In the fridge,’ Viktor said, frowning slightly. ‘You don’t like Mel, Cait?’ He looked sad, like a wounded puppy in one of those charity adverts. ‘Everyone likes Mel.’

‘Exactly.’ She sloped over to the fridge with a sneer. Fetched the wine and plonked it on the countertop. ‘Mel Medarda knows how to play people.’ She listened to the satisfying glug of the wine as it sloshed into the glass. ‘I guarantee she’s a complete cow beneath all those false smiles and promises of progress.’

‘Oh, you guarantee?’ Viktor gave a small, devious smile, like he was plotting something. ‘Because you know her so well?’

‘I’m allowed to not like the people you like,’ she said.

‘Sure,’ he said. ‘She likes you, though.’

‘…what?’

‘Yeah. She thinks you’re… What was it?’ Viktor cast his mind back. Tapped his glass to his chin, drumming the handle of his crutch with his spare hand. ‘Charming, and… Ah. Intriguing.’

‘She does? Why? We’ve barely said two words to each other.’

‘Might that be why?’

Viktor made a good point, but Caitlyn’s confusion deepened.

‘What’re you getting at here?’

‘Geez,’ Jayce shook his head in dismay. ‘For someone who graduated top of her class, you sure can be dense sometimes.’

‘What? What’re you both talking about?’

‘Mel likes you, Cait.’ He spoke in slow motion, enunciating each syllable. ‘And I don’t mean she wants to be friends.’

The mere suggestion nearly made her spit out her wine with a cackle. Mel wasn’t queer… was she? Caitlyn would’ve known. Would’ve sensed it somehow. Right!?

‘It’s true,’ Viktor stated. ‘She’s bisexual. Her and Shoola used to…’ He widened his eyes and raised his brow. ‘Oh, but that stays between us. She likes to be discreet.’

What? Mel Medarda had a sapphic affair with one of her fellow council members? Seriously?

‘Pah! As if!’

***

The following week, by some fluke, Mel Medarda joined the three of them for dinner. Slimy politician or not, she looked phenomenal. Her dark skin glowed in the candlelight as she glided into the restaurant. A cream satin slip dress skimmed her curves, offset by a delicate gold necklace and jet-black, flattering faux locs, interwoven with gold beads and rings. Caitlyn may not have liked Mel much as a person, but she couldn’t deny her striking beauty.

Trying not to stare, she peeled her eyes away. Met with Jayce and Viktor’s smug grins. Oh. The scheming couple had set them up. Treacherous bastards.

What did they think would happen? A few rounds of tequila shots and, hey presto, mutual lady lust? If Caitlyn didn’t like a woman, no matter how attractive they were, nothing would change her mind.

What happened with Jinx was a one-off.

Well, okay, it was more than that. A lot more. More than Caitlyn could afford to keep dwelling on.

Oh, for fuck sake. If she ended up sleeping with Mel in some pathetic attempt at getting over Jinx, Jayce and Viktor were dead men. She had training and access to firearms. They shouldn’t have messed with her.

‘Caitlyn,’ Mel chuckled in surprise as she took her seat at the table, directly opposite. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to be here.’ She eyed up the two men, suspicion afoot. ‘Looks like you both have some explaining to do.’

As if on cue, Jayce and Viktor laughed nervously.

‘Uh, well,’ Jayce began, ‘we didn’t think you’d agree to come if you knew—’

‘If I knew this was a double date?’ Mel beat him to the punch. ‘Don’t worry. I’ve had worse.’

To her credit, she seemed more amused than irritated. Caitlyn, meanwhile, couldn’t speak for fear of making a scene.

Being on the council, Mel had more experience with deception and poise, especially under the tutelage of Cassandra Kiramman. That woman hadn’t expressed a real emotion in at least fifteen years. Not since Caitlyn first raided her father’s secret stash of whisky and drunkenly confessed to liking women.

‘We figured you might like to get to know each other better,’ Viktor said, and shot Caitlyn a discreet, infuriating wink. ‘You’ve been vague acquaintances for… oh, how long?’

‘About five years now, right, Mel?’ Jayce played along. ‘Since you joined Cait’s mom on the council.’

They’d rehearsed this, hadn’t they?

‘Careful, Talis,’ Mel said. ‘You’ll make me feel old.’

‘Please,’ he scoffed. ‘Medardas don’t age. Just look at your mother.’

‘Ah, Ambessa,’ Viktor cut in. ‘How is she?’

Mel and Viktor, close friends that they apparently were, began chatting amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Caitlyn sulked. Yes, she was being rude, and no, she didn’t care.

God, her mother would’ve killed her. Good. If she died, she’d have a better evening.

How would Jinx act around someone like Mel…?

What would she think about Caitlyn on a double date? Would she feel jealous, or apathetic, like when Caitlyn stormed out of her apartment?

‘Cait,’ Jayce, sat next to her, elbowed her arm to get her attention. ‘Aren’t you going to say hi?’

Oh, he thought he was so bloody clever, didn’t he?

‘Wanker,’ she spoke under her breath for only him to hear.

He shook off the insult with a snicker and stretched an arm around her chair, leant in close to her ear.

‘Be nice,’ he whispered. ‘She likes you, remember.’

‘Doesn’t mean I have to like her back. And even if I did, how would that make it okay for you and Viktor to set up this… this pity date?’ She picked up her fork. Imagined stabbing him in the eye with it. ‘How tactful,’ she lamented. ‘Yes, pluck me a date from thin air, lest I remain single for a while. My knight in shining bloody armour. Whatever would I do without you?’

She realised after the fact that most of her little tirade came out full volume. Shit. Hopefully, Mel hadn’t heard.

‘Voice down,’ Jayce hissed.

Mel and Viktor’s conversation carried on without a hitch. Maybe the noise of the busy restaurant swallowed her words?

Or maybe not. On closer inspection, Mel’s smile drooped a little at the corners, while manicured fingers worried at the gold hoops threaded through her ears.

Guilt scorched Caitlyn’s cheeks. The last thing she wanted was for Mel to feel embarrassed. Jayce and Viktor had a lot to answer for. Her head spun with the ethics of it all.

She and Mel deserved better. They didn’t need this level of interference in their lives, especially not from a couple of well-intentioned, clueless men.

‘This isn’t a pity date,’ Jayce contrived. ‘Where did that idea even come from?’

‘Hmm, let’s see,’ she fumed, but kept her voice low so Mel couldn’t hear any further. ‘I’m thirty, single, and finalising a divorce to a woman who’s already engaged to someone else, like marriage is a game of bloody tag. That’s got pity written all over it.’

‘Cait,’ he softened. Gripped her hand in support. ‘Okay. I’m sorry. We obviously didn’t mean for you to interpret it that way. Vik and I thought this would be a fun night for you. No pity involved. I promise.’

‘…you do realise that apologising for how I’ve interpreted your actions isn’t an actual apology, right?��

‘Cait.’ His gentleness faded. ‘Come on. We’re all here to enjoy ourselves and you’re sulking like a moody teen.’

‘Funny,’ she spat. ‘I’m having a whale of a time.’

‘Wow. Your only child syndrome is shining tonight.’

‘Ditto.’

‘All I’m asking is that you stop being a brat for two minutes and give this date a chance. Mel’s great. You might have a good time.’

‘Maybe if you weren’t here bothering me, I would.’

‘Really? You’re that pissed off with us?’

‘Not at Viktor. Just you.’

‘What? Why? It was his idea as much as mine.’

‘So? He’s not the one badgering me about it.’

With a tut of disdain, Jayce pushed away from her and settled back into his corner of the table. Left to stew alone, she downed half her glass of wine in one.

Their frostiness finally drew Mel and Viktor’s attention. They stopped talking and looked straight at her. Jayce stared her down, too. There it was: scene, made.

‘Well…’ She attempted a smile. Tried to keep her hands and voice steady. ‘This is lovely. Not awkward at all.’

Across the table, Mel held herself in a fixed pose of grace and compassion. Straight spine; relaxed shoulders; hands neatly folded. Her eyes shone, alert and attentive, and a slight smile dimpled her cheeks.

Even under stress, the woman showed no flaws. They had to be there somewhere, lurking in the contours of her face, itching to reveal themselves. Caitlyn wanted to see. Just one, tiny defect to prove Mel was human. She didn’t ask for much.

‘Jayce? Viktor?’ Mel met Caitlyn’s eyes, then theirs. ‘Is what Caitlyn said true?’ Her rich brown irises blackened as her tone grew colder. ‘Is this a pity date?’

‘Uhhhhh…’ Viktor squinted and frowned like he’d just tasted something foul. ‘When did she say that?’

‘Just answer,’ Mel implored. ‘Be honest.’

‘Heh. Well. That’s not, uh… hmm… not how I’d put it…’

‘How would you put it?’ Caitlyn fired Viktor the most chilling glare in her arsenal.

‘Oh, come on,’ Jayce leapt to his boyfriend’s defence. ‘Pity has nothing to do with it.’

‘Nothing,’ Viktor reaffirmed. ‘We, uh… we spied an opportunity, that’s all.’

‘Makes you sound like crooks,’ Mel noted.

Caitlyn sniggered; she’d thought the same thing.

‘Well,’ Viktor sighed. ‘If we’re crooks, we… we broke the law in the name of finding love. Worth it, no?’

‘Nice try,’ Caitlyn scoffed. ‘But no.’

‘If I may?’ Mel kept her tone as measured as her body language. Looked each of them in the eye as she continued. ‘This is all far too messy for me. I don’t do complications, not when it comes to dating. Not anymore.’

Jayce and Viktor donned identical, knowing smiles. Whatever happened with Shoola must’ve done a number on her.

‘I think I’ll go; simplify things.’ Mel glanced back at Caitlyn. ‘If you could please keep this—whatever this was—to yourself, I’d be grateful. I like to keep my personal life personal. Especially with the council.’

A familiar fear distorted Mel’s features. Half a second and it disappeared, but Caitlyn knew it. She knew it like she knew her own name. Something she’d been born and raised with. Something she couldn’t escape from. That gnawing need to conform to the standards set out for her by family, society, everyone she met. The scalding terror of being her authentic self.

Mel Medarda was a professional, powerful woman, and she couldn’t risk jeopardising that for anything. Not even to live comfortably in her own skin. As a Kiramman, Caitlyn understood that conflict better than most.

In that moment, her perspective shifted. Fascinating, how one new piece of information about a person could alter her entire opinion of them.

‘Caitlyn?’ Anxiety bled through the cracks of Mel’s façade. ‘I need to know you won’t tell your mother about this.’

‘Don’t worry,’ she smiled in solidarity. ‘I won’t.’

Another shift occurred. She looked at Mel and didn’t want her to leave.

‘Stay?’ She asked. ‘Never mind the date thing. Stay. Have a drink. As friends?’

Mel tilted her head with a snicker; tempted.

‘You won’t regret it, Mel,’ Jayce piped up. That classic Talis smugness returned tenfold. ‘As crazy as it might sound, you two have a lot more in common than you think.’

‘We’re both mad at you right now,’ Caitlyn said. ‘Guess we must be soulmates. Are those wedding bells I hear? Maybe we can have a joint ceremony with Vi and Seraphine?’

‘Hilarious,’ Jayce grunted and slammed a fist into the table.

The cutlery on his and Caitlyn’s side of the table rattled. Viktor tried to withhold his amusement, but his eyes watered and bulged, fit to pop a blood vessel. Mel, however, didn’t hold back. She let out a glorious, wild, unfiltered laugh. Caitlyn followed her lead.

‘Oh, great,’ Jayce huffed. ‘So, you’re getting along at our expense now.’

‘At least they’re getting along,’ Viktor reasoned with him, and reached out across the table for his hand. Their fingers laced together. ‘Your round,’ he mouthed.

With the aura of a little boy being sent to sit on the naughty step, Jayce slouched over to the bar to order their second round of drinks. Caitlyn snickered as she watched him. Maybe that evening didn’t have to be a disaster after all?

Aside from her bisexuality, the first true, likeable thing Caitlyn learnt about Mel Medarda was her respect for people who spoke their minds and asserted themselves. She admired Caitlyn’s honesty about wanting friendship, even when it cost her comfort.

The second thing? Mel made Caitlyn laugh. As the wine flowed, her poised demeanour melted away to reveal an acerbic wit similar to Caitlyn’s own. Her wry jokes about the council, with all its prehistoric protocol and antiquated ideals, had Caitlyn in tears and nearly wetting herself.

And the third? Mel heard her. She focused on Caitlyn’s words rather than rushing to assumptions. Held Caitlyn’s hand when she stumbled onto a tangent about the stress of the divorce and her recent mental state.

There was so much more to Mel Medarda than her position on the council. Challenging and toxic relationships with mothers and lovers had profoundly affected both of them. They listened to each other. Related to each other. Comforted each other.

To Caitlyn’s disbelief, a true friendship bloomed. Mel’s company put her at ease in unexpected ways. So much so, she almost told her about Jinx.

Mel might’ve had some wisdom on the subject. Some words of advice to ease Caitlyn out of her slump. Her depression, as Jayce so lovingly put it. Mel could’ve listened and interpreted, relieved Caitlyn of the uncertainty and shame surrounding that night. Could’ve further dissected the situation and analysed the potential factors that led to Jinx’s shutdown. Could’ve helped Caitlyn understand.

She needed to understand.

In the end, as much as she wanted to, she didn’t mention it. Kept Jinx and those endless questions safely tucked away. It was a private pain, too intimate to share with anyone else.

Mel couldn’t have fixed it, anyway, but her company acted as a salve. A temporary relief.

After several hours of council gossip and skirting around the hole in Caitlyn’s heart, the four of them stepped out into the balmy summer night. Jayce and Viktor hailed a cab in a matter of seconds; a flagrant last-ditch attempt at kindling romance between the two women. As their taxi pulled away from the kerb, Caitlyn waved them off with a fake smile and flipped them her middle finger.

‘I’m this way,’ Mel said, leaning her head slightly left.

‘Oh, um…’ Caitlyn floundered.

What did Mel mean? Did she want Caitlyn to join her? What could she say to let her new friend down gently?

‘Caitlyn, I like you…’

Shit.

‘We’ve had a lovely evening,’ Mel continued with a fond, knowing smile.

Shit, shit, shit.

‘But let’s be honest…’

Oh, thank God.

‘We both know that this isn’t happening, don’t we?’

Thank fucking god.

‘Absolutely,’ Caitlyn agreed. ‘Yep. Yep, yep, yep. Not happening in the slightest.’ Guilt needled her ribs like a stitch after running too fast. ‘Sorry. I like you too, as a person, somehow, after getting to know you better. Just… not like that… But you won me over, Medarda. You’re surprisingly brilliant.’

‘Surprisingly brilliant?’ Mel narrowed her eyes in playful scrutiny. ‘Not sure why it’s such a surprise, but I’ll take it.’

‘You should.’ She raised her brows to sell the mock threat. ‘Now that we’re friends, that might be the last backwards compliment I ever give you.’

They shared one last giggle before making their separate ways home.

So, that was the real Mel Medarda? No wonder Jayce and Viktor liked her so much.

***

The following week, Vi and Seraphine invited her to their upcoming engagement party. Rather than outright reject the idea, Caitlyn listened. Reflected on it.

She disapproved of the union, but Vi’s invite was an olive branch. The brides-to-be promised a free bar and her choice of a plus-one. Jayce and Viktor were invited, too. Rude to say no.

She texted Mel that same day, asking if she would tag along as a friend, and they set the date.

Everything slotted into place.

***

Six months after their tryst, Jinx remained the only unknown variable in Caitlyn’s life.

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rreyie · 4 years ago

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snk/aot characters when being comforted 🥺

warnings: suggested violence/trauma, some “no regrets” spoilers, anime spoilers

characters: levi, eren, armin, reiner

a/n: yes i know i’m just doing the guys again but if it’s requested i’ll do the girls too!! this is all mainly just a lot of fluff lol. if there’s any other characters y’all want me to do then feel free to ask for the ask box is OPEN!

⚔️ LEVI ACKERMAN ⚔️

out of everyone on this list, levi needs a good old comforting the most.

he’s watched his friends and commanders die, and he doesn’t get too close to anyone in fear of him getting attached and then that person dying on him

you realize what he’s been through after hange gives you a quick talk on why levi is like how he is

you feel unimaginable sorrow for this poor man... he’s watched everyone he loved die, it only makes sense for him to act so shut out from the world

you walk right up to his office, and burst in the door without even asking

“hey brat, don’t you know how to knock-“

he’s cut off by you wrapping him in a giant bear hug, the first one he’s felt in decades.

he is disgusted at first, confused on what was happening, and attempted to wiggle away. but he soon realized that you weren’t letting go.

he started to like the unfamiliar sensation of the hug you had completely encased him in. he hugged you back, gently placing his hands on your back.

“oi... what’s up with this, y/n” he asked, and you attempted to pull away from the hug he had trapped you in

but NO you couldn’t move. this man would not let you go

“it’s a way of saying...i’m here to stay. and i’m not going to leave you. i’ll stay alive for you.”

you feel a bit of wetness on the crook of your neck, which is where levi rested his head on. you realized he had shed a tear.

“levi are you crying? are you ok-“ “NO NO IM N-NOT IM FINE”

his voice started to crack, and his tear turned into many, and he started to quietly sob.

you directed him to the small velvet sofa in his office, and let him lay on your lap and just let it all out :(

he BEGGED you not to tell anyone that he shed a couple tears

that day that you hugged him is still thought about by him... you even turned him into a cuddle addict

⚔️ EREN YEAGER ⚔️

he’s touch starved.

he’s too busy putting up his “manly” facade to even think about his own emotions

he wants to be there for you and the rest of the cadets, sometimes putting himself in physical danger so you could live

you were laying with him on his bed, looking through an old photo album you found in the basement, littered with faded pictures of grisha and zeke when they were younger

“i can’t believe that my father hid this from me my whole life”, he said. “why would he do this? why couldn’t he just let the world know?”

his anger towards his father was bitter, stronger now than ever

“and why... why did all this bad stuff have to happen to me?! i saw everyone die! i couldn’t do anything about it like the weak bastard i am!”

you saw a small tear splatter into a photo with diane, grisha and zeke

“eren, are you okay?” “yeah... just a little choked up but don’t worry about me!”

his cheeks began to look flushed, his eyes glistening

you knew eren didn’t really like physical contact that much because he wasn’t used to it, but your instinct to comfort him became too strong

you wrapped him in a tender hug, his eyes wide with shock.

he started to sob, his cries growing louder by the minute

he held you tighter than you held him, he really just wanted someone to hang on to

even though you two weren’t dating at the time, you pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the kiss reminding eren of his mother all too much

his sobs were now the equivalent of how hard he cried when he saw hans get eaten alive

“hey...” you say with a soft tone in your voice, and you guide erens head to meet yours, your eyes making contact.

“you’re safe now, eren. i’m holding you, and i won’t let anything hurt you. you can let all the anger out now.”

he looked at you, his green eyes vibrant with distress. his face was red, multiple tears dripping down his face.

“and don’t ever, ever say that you’re weak again. you’re one of the strongest guys i’ve ever met. you’ve discovered a key to humanity’s victory! you’re a leading part in our battle!”

eren managed to grin a little bit, pulling you back in for a hug. you kiss his forehead again, eren greatful for your touch. he even managed to kiss you on your cheek, which made you blush at the sight :)

⚔️ ARMIN ARLERT ⚔️

okay... even though armin didn’t have a really bad childhood, the events he lived through with working with the scouts and cadets really put a toll on him

he’s a nervous wreck now

it was a night you two were sharing the same bed where you woke up to hear armin screaming bloody murder

you quickly turn over to check on the blonde boy, him shaking frantically, his cries loud.

“armin! are you okay? did anyone hurt you?”

he’s trembling so much he can’t even get a word out of his mouth

“armin you’re fine... see? it’s just me, you and this big ol bed of ours!”

armin finally managed to make sense of his words

“y-you’re alive? after being e-eaten by a titan?”

“armin what titan?” “the one you were just crushed by?”

you were puzzled and confused. “you had a bad dream, love. i’m alive and okay.”

his breathing starts to slow down and he just... wraps you in a giant hug, a gentle one tho

you hug him back, feeling his sobs quiet down and his tears start to dry

for the rest of the night, you two cuddle up and spoon, and no matter how hard you try to get up in the morning, he will NOT let you go

⚔️ REINER BRAUN ⚔️

poor guy has been through so much... between losing his best friends, seeing his home getting burned down by the eldians, trying to off himself, he’s been through the works

similar to eren hes so busy putting up that tough guy face that he abandons his own needs

you find him in his room during that one scene where he’s got a rifle in his mouth ready to end it all

“hey reiner pieck said that she needs you to sign these- uh what are you doing?”

he slowly turns to you, his eyes dull, hair messy, and slowly takes out the rifle and puts it on the ground

“i’m so done with this world, everything we’ve done isn’t getting us anywhere. i’m just holding you all back. i’ll make use of myself by making myself into titan fodder...”

you drop that important stack of papers at your feet and rush to hug this drained man

his face turns red, not knowing what exactly to do in this moment

he hugs you back extremely tightly- he’s like a giant teddy bear that craves affection

you press a little kiss to his cheek and if the hug didn’t make him red already...

“reiner, you have never been a burden to us and never will be. we need you to succeed...”

from this day on he expects a lot more hugs from you so BE PREPARED

maybe even the occasional kiss ;)

these were kind of sad to write but also v cute in some areas... anyway the ask box is open to leave suggestions for more posts!! love you all!!

#aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk #attack on titan #reiner braun #eren yeager #snk levi #levi ackerman #armin arlert #snk fluff

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brain-amoeba · 4 years ago

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Hey. Hate to bother you. Mind if I have a matchup for jjba? I’m a female bisexual ( preference to guys ). Myers Briggs is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. I’m quite the introvert. I’m not really a people person at all. I tend to scare people off too just by my overall vibe. Like I look like I just got out of prison. I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, reading and or listening to music ( Get Scared, MCR, P!ATD, MSI, Glass Animals, sometimes ICP or Mother Mother ). I’ve been told I’m witty, and I can be rather humorous when it comes to my sarcastic humor, insults or anything insulting in general. I can be rather rude. I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. Mainly because I’m really touch starved. I’m also a horror enthusiast. Anything spooky is my kind of style. I also wear all black most of the time. Or just "edgy" clothes in general. I’m guilty of being a huge sub unfortunately. I suffer from severe depression, ADHD, and severe anxiety. I can get really down for no reason or just freak out over random stuff. I’ve had to hypoglycemic attacks from not eating. I just sometimes have a really hard time taking care of myself. If you do get to this, thanks for your time. - Coii

hello love!! it’s no bother at all, you are more than welcome here!!! and ps i’m a plushy maniac too, my bed is full of beanie babies and build a bears and i sleep with a giant teddy bear one of my friends got me for christmas-it’s addiction!!

drumroll please....i match you up with: bruno!

bruno was forced to grow up quick; this is why now as a grown man he is so responsible and determined to take care of business, with an affinity for helping others. he flocks to you immediately and wants to help you in any way he can, but knows better than to come off ass too overbearing. bruno, being a capo, is not scared so easily and his own presence can definitely match the intimidation factor you’ve described yourself as having. he definitely loves to be challenged but is almost pleasantly surprised to find out about your soft interior. this draws bruno even closer to you and only fuels his natural instinct to protect you. he would certainly lay down his life for you and would stop at nothing just to see you smile for him. he understands the hardships and the effects of mental illness on loved ones (abbacchio) and so he is rather well equipped and very patient when it comes to dealing with those issues. he wouls definitely catch on to your love of plushies and only indulge your obsession by showing up unannounced with a new stuffy for you to cuddle with while you two curl up together. bruno would take care of you to your hearts content and would bring the earth to your feet if he could. hope this was what you were looking for!! :)

#jjba x reader #jjba imagines #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #matchup

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snexy-the-snail · 4 years ago

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FE FI FO FUM

It's come to my attention that fe fi fo fum isnt fully uploaded. So here you go complete story! @guiltydyslexicteen helped with this one <3))

Peter wasn't sure how he got talked into playing a game with Morgan but he wasn't going to complain too much, she was pretty cute after all. Besides, it was a good chance to associate the instinct with fun and safety.

He liked his mentor and all but the first time he had been tucked away wasn't fun at all, actually, he had avoided Tony for a while after that. Even if he had been semi-okay with it at the time it still had given him a bit of a scare.

It definitely made him stay away from the avengers for the time being as well, he liked them and all but he wasn't too keen on being squashed down into their stomachs every three seconds. He wasn't sure what it was about him that screamed 'eat me' but it extended to the affected people on the streets as well, which was utterly terrifying to be completely honest.

Currently he was sneaking around a giant house with Morgan, trying to avoid their giant da- to avoid Morgan's giant dad. Not his dad, Morgan's.

"Fe fi fo fum, I'm gonna put you in my tum!"

Man, Peter would never get over the silly voices Mr.Stark would do for Morgan, he found himself smiling as Morgan squealed quietly with laughter.

"We gotta hide 'pidey!" Morgan whispers a bit loudly. Peter shakes his head fondly and just scoops the kid up making his way to hide under a cabinet. His spider-sense definitely made this game a lot easier, it was constantly thrumming under his skin, spiking when his mentor got a little too close for comfort.

"Alright Mo-mo we're hiding, do you think the giant will find us now?" He asks keeping his voice low. He had no idea if Mr.Stark could hear them or not but he wasn't going to take any chances. He'd like to win thank you very much.

"Maybe, daddy is very good at finding," Morgan says playing with his hoodie strings. apparently, She didn't seem too bothered by the whole instinct happening, then again Mr.Stark probably had better control with her. He felt slightly jealous of her at first but figured it was better that she hadn't been scared by her dad.

"Maybe you'll win this time?" Peter suggests with a small smile, creeping around the corner to hide under the cabinet with Morgan still settled in his arms. He totally wouldn't have been able to do this without his powers. Though, he probably would've still been hiding under the dresser.

"Nah, Daddy always wins, it's 'kay though cause it's super fun!" Morgan says grinning widely. Peter wanted to remind her that he wasn't exactly all human and could easily win if he tried, but his senses screamed at him and the floor started to vibrate. He nervously headed more under the cabinet for more shelter. There was no way his mentor had heard them...right?

He wasn't gonna lie, being on the floor when they were this small was terrifying. Anything could take them out, even the rumba. He loved that little robot but it wasn't fun when it tried to vacuum him up.

Morgan giggles quietly. Peter noticed a pair of shoes slowly coming into view. Clearly, He and Morgan had very different viewpoints on this game.

"Where could they be? Are they behind the bread?" Tony asks loudly. Peter shudders slightly. He knew that tone, that was the 'I know exactly where you are' tone. Morgan was right, Mr.Stark was pretty good at finding. Maybe it was that father's instinct? Either way, they were going to be found.

"Shh, he’s gonna find us," Morgan whispered loudly. Peter loved her, he did, but they desperately needed to work on her whisper voice. No wonder she always lost, she wasn't exactly the quietest kid to ever grace the earth.

Quietly, Peter stepped backward. One foot behind the other, he clutched Morgan like a teddy bear and reached the back cabinet leg. Nothing was stopping him from walking up it. Soon, they were both on the top underside of their temporary hiding space. Morgan's hair now in Peter’s face as he tried to reposition her.

Meanwhile Tony stopped to smirk at their antics. Peter certainly made this game more entertaining for him. Not that Morgan made it boring, but when the other kid could freakin' detect him coming from a mile away, that added a twist for sure. Slowly and surely he turned to face the cabinet, twisting on his heels as he went.

“Kids, you’ve outdone yourselves,” He knelt on one knee “hiding from the hungry giant in the kitchen.” He leaned down to peer under the cabinet, making a point of thoroughly investigating the floor.

“I’d call that Irony genius guys, except… I'm pretty clever too.” He let his gaze drift upwards to both amused and terrified faces. Stuck to the ceiling, Peter gave a kind of grimace while Morgan happily waved at her father.

“Hi Hungry giant!” She called “please don’t eat us! We’re just kids!”

“Oh, well you see. Children are my favourite snack.” Tony replied matter-of-factly “You’ll have to give me another reason.”

“We don’t taste very good!” Morgan reasoned.

“Yeah, Mr. Stark! We’ve been under this dusty cabinet the whole time!” Peter added while giving Morgan an encouraging nod.

“Nice try! I know for a fact the Roomba can fit under there.” Tony responded playfully.

Tony’s hand reached under the cabinet and towards both of them. Peter tried and failed to scamper away, but Morgan had decided to become a ragdoll all of a sudden. It was a choice between dropping her or escaping.

“Fe Fi Fo Fum! You kids can’t run!” Tony bellowed “At least not for long.” Soon he had a hand around the two, and Peter had decidedly not unstuck himself. Not wanting to hurt the kid, he tried another approach. Keeping one hand on top of them, he changed his grip and started to gently pull Morgan from his grasp. As soon as Peter knew what he was doing, he let go. The heap of kids landed in Tony’s palm.

While Tony brought them up to his face, Peter readjusted to sit cross-legged, Morgan in his lap.

“Noooooooooooo!” Peter called “Giant please let us go!”

“Yes! Please giant!” Morgan echoed.

“Aw, look at you two,” Tony smirked at them when they were level with his face “So cute! I could eat you up!”

Before they could protest Tony plucked Morgan from Peter again and licked her. Peter cringed as she giggled. That’s one thing he couldn't get over, the licking, for some reason that was the weirdest part to him.

Morgan was giggling like crazy, fitting in desperate pleas to be spared. None of them had any heart behind them though. Because really, she didn’t mind all that much. Being tucked away with her dad always made her feel safe, and it was always a bonus when Pete was there!

Eventually Tony let her have a breather before he finally put her in his mouth. Tony always treated her delicately, even more so than Peter. She was very fragile, and of course Tony knew it. Even if she wasn’t it wouldn’t have made a difference. Morgan was his kid and it was clear to anyone he loved her more than anything.

Morgan sat in the darkness of her father's mouth. Pinned to the top. she couldn't move, and her breathing grew more rapid. Desperately trying to comfort his kid, Tony started lapping at her, but to no avail. When he was out of ideas he opened his mouth and took out his child. Holding her tightly, despite the slime. Tony stared in mute horror until she calmed down. Peter swung over to the hand holding her.

“Daddy!” Morgan exclaimed between gasps for air “You forgot to let me crack my glow stick!”

Tony stood there computing for a second.

SHIT

“Oh my god Honey I am so so sorry!” he loosened his grip on her “your glow stick, how could I forget” She started taking it out of her pocket.

“Mo-Mo, you know monsters can’t get you when you're with Mr. Stark right?” Peter asked her

“I know Petey! But the dark is still scary”

“Why?”

“I dunno, it just is” a frown crept onto her face

“Kiddo, can you crack your glow stick?” Tony asked after a moment. Morgan nodded and did what she was told. The blue light was barely noticeable in the brightness of the kitchen, but it was there. “Are you okay to go back?” Tony delicately questioned. Morgan nodded again and stuck the glow stick around her wrist.

She was placed into his mouth and held once more, this time Tony swallowed. Peter watched the lump go down his throat and Tony trace it with his free hand. Peter crawled down Tony’s arm and leaped to his stomach, just in time for Morgan to arrive. Shivers ran down his spine when Tony swallowed thickly again. Morgan landed with an audible ‘oof’.

Yep. Still unsettling.

“You okay kiddo?” Tony softly asked as he put a hand beside were Peter was. He felt her push against him.

“I’m okay daddy!” She called back.

“Oh. well, see, Spider-boy?” Tony made a grab at Peter but he yelped and dodged. “It’s not so bad” another grab and dodge “you just have to cooperate” on the third try he managed to grab the kid. “Wow you really are resistant today”

Peter managed to squirm away from his grip and crawl onto the back of his hand.

“It’s just not a top priority to end up in your gut Mr. Stark” Peter snarked back.

Tony brought Peter up to his face and hugged him against his cheek. His beard lightly tickling Peter. He could feel Peter practically vibrating with nervous energy.

As much as he hated making the kid anxious, he was damn well going to have to get used to it. ‘Cause that stupid voice in his head was really going off right now.

Eat

Him

Eat him

Eat

Protect

“You know you love it sometimes,” Tony’s smile could be heard through his words “not always, but sometimes ”

Peter wasn’t allowed to speak before Tony put him into his mouth. He was pinned to its roof and gently pushed around. His hair dampened by the saliva as he lay face down on the plush tongue. He still found it gross, anyone would, but he would be a liar if he said it wasn’t calming coming from Mr. Stark. Eventually, the adrenaline died down and Peter stopped shaking. Tony gave him one last squeeze against the roof of his mouth. Comforted by the weird version of a hug, Peter eased his tense muscles as best he could.

The deep swallow reverberated through Peter's mind as pressure was rolled onto his face and shoulders. Then his torso. Then his whole body.

Squished in Mr. Stark's throat, Peter focused his mind on the booming heartbeat he drew closer to. When Tony first saved his life at Stark expo, he never imagined he’d be so close to his idol.

Peter had to laugh at the fact he was now traveling down his gullet. Not even for the first time.

Another tight ring rolled up his body after a second swallow from Tony. Peter made a point of sticking to the ‘ceiling’, because as expected, Morgan was right in the landing zone.

Frankly, all of it was landing zone, and Peter was meer inches away from Morgan from their perspective. Despite their proximity, Morgan narrowly managed to weasel out of the way. Peter dropped with a squelch onto the stomach floor.

Peter went back to his cross-legged position, just barely able to sit up. He hoisted Morgan from leaning on his side to sitting in his lap. Tony started to rub at the both of them ever so gently.

“Are you kids okay?” Tony asked. Morgan answered before Peter could compute the question.

“I’m okay daddy!” She called back, “ ‘pidey’s okay too” Morgan raised her glow stick hand to the slick flesh and pushed against it. Tony pushed back with one light finger.

And with that, the spider-sense stopped tingling. The thrumming under his skin eased. The hair on his arms went down. Peter leaned back into the soft flesh. He let the noise of Tony’s body overpower his thoughts.

“Pete? Kiddo?” Mr. Starks concern snapped Peter out of his haze. “I just want to hear from you, went limp”

“M-fine Mr. Stark” Peter replied “I’m just… I’m just tired”

“Alright Spiderling... I could use an afternoon nap” Tony patted at them “I just had a pretty hefty lunch after all” He started to stroke deep circles into their side. “Morgan, you okay in there? Are you going to nap too?”

When she didn’t answer Peter looked down and tapped her shoulder.

Morgan had already fallen asleep. Lulled by the comforting sounds of her father all around and the security of both him and her unofficial brother holding her close.

All Peter could think was

Adorable. Tiny child is freaking adorable.

He could feel Tony start to tense around them both making their cramped space even smaller.

Stretching out his tired legs as far as he could Peter started to gently push at the muscle:

.- .-.. .-. . .- -.. -.-- / .- ... .-.. . . .--.

ALREADY ASLEEP

Peter adjusted Moran as he felt Tony’s body ease. He heard a mild chuckle as they both started to sway. Leaning back into the soft comfort that was Tony Freakin’ Stark's stomach, Peter clutched slumbering Morgan tight to his chest. Gravity changed once more and Peter let his eyes drift closed.

Tony had sauntered over to the well-worn couch and sunk into the comforting cushions. Kneading at his stomach until he felt Peter's breath slow. Until he was confident Peter was asleep. His vision faded as he dozed off. Only awoken briefly when Pepper joined him on the couch. Together, the Stark family took an afternoon nap, in their weird unique way.

And as for the hungry giant

He was satisfied

For now

#marvel vore #avengers vore #reupload

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kibybun · 4 years ago

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Willow Tree Promises

Yandere Hawks x reader

Tw: Yandere, murder, suggestive stuff, miscarriage

Enjoy!

It was a chilly afternoon as Keigo walked towards the willow tree. His goal was to talk to the hunched over man next to the tree.

"Hey..."

The man jumps and looks over at Keigo with a broken look.

"Hello... What are you doing here?"

Keigo shifts and stands leaning against the tree.

"I heard you were (y/n)'s husband."

"Yeah..."

Keigo could see the pain with the word 'were' but he didn't care.

"I'm an old friend if hers."

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you. Sorry we had to meet in these circumstances."

"Yeah..."

The two of them stare out blankly thinking about the person they both once knew. You have been missing for almost two months now. Everyone had given up hope on finding you alive or had just given up on the search entirely. Your husband was one of the last person who still hoped you'd be found.

"She was gorgeous."

Both of them think back, remembering you at different times.

"She was absolutely stunning in her wedding dress."

Keigo never got to see you in a wedding dress. Instead he saw you in a in causal clothes, standing beside the willow in the pale moonlight, looking more gorgeous than anything.

He had never expected to see someone look so angelic while holding such a sad expression.

He approached you, careful not to scare you.

"What's a angel like you looking so sad for?"

You take a second to register that someone was next to you, but when you do you immediately put on a fake smile.

"Oh, hello. What brings you here?"

"Oh Angel, don't smile if you don't mean it. What's got you down?"

You bow your head and wrap your arms around yourself as your lips quiver. You felt so weak, unable to hide your pain.

"Hehe... h-how'd you guess?"

Keigo didn't why he cared so much about how you felt, maybe it was his hero instinct or the simple fact he was just drawn to you.

Your beauty captivated him while your pain drew him in.

You feel unfamiliar yet comforting arms wrap around you.

"It's easy to see through someone's mask when you're wearing your own."

He holds you tight as you cry away your problems.

Keigo is snapped back into reality by your husband as he speaks again.

"She was always so picky with her food..."

Keigo stiffens at his false claim. You always ate whatever he brought you at night.

After your fateful meeting, the two of you continue seeing each other. Most nights ending with you in his arms, relishing the comfort, while he got the pleasure of holding an angel.

Certain nights he'd even bring little snacks and gifts for you. Ranging from chocolates and flowers to boxes of fast food and giant teddy bears.

Tonight was one of the nights he brought fast food.

"Kfc?"

Amusement was evident in your laugher at his choice of food that night.

"Only the best for you!"

He sits next to you and opens the box, the smell of chicken immediately filling the air.

"Oh, how chivalrous."

The two of you begin to eat fried chicken as your midnight snack, regretting it after as the two of you lay near each other grumbling.

"Uh I thought you said it was the best..." You groan as your stomach rumbles.

"Well, only the best food you can buy at midnight." You snort at his lazy response.

"You jerk! We probably have food poisoning because of you!"

He looks at you with a sly smirk.

"Won't stop me from bringing more food."

"So you'll come see me even if you have diarrhea?"

"Anything to see you~."

"Ewww! You can stay away if you have diarrhea!"

You playfully push him away but he pulls you closer, magicly making your stomach hurt less.

"You don't mean that."

"Maybe only a little."

Keigo smiles fondly at the belly aches he had with you. He's honestly surprised neither of you got food poisoning.

"Oh how she adored tulips..."

Again, he couldn't be more wrong. You prefered weeds like dandelions.

That night the moon was only half full, making it harder to see as you weaved flower crowns with Keigo's head resting in your lap. It had taken both of you a few minutes to find enough dandelions but the two of you managed.

"So why do you like weeds?"

"They're not weeds Keigo, they're flowers."

He adjusts the crown on his head before looking back up at you.

"What makes them flowers?"

You chuckle and finish the flower crown, placing this on your own head.

"Weeds are flowers that are unwanted, so if I want them they're a flowed!"

Keigo laughs and looks at you with a unreadable smile.

"Don't ever leave me."

You smile at his sentiment before leaning over and kissing his nose.

"I won't."

He raises his hand and caresses your cheek.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

Sobs from your husband interrupted Keigo, making him clench his fists and looked at the pitiful man.

Tears were beginning to stream down his face as he continued to stare straight off infront of him.

"I loved her so much. If only I was nicer.... If only I told her how much I loved her, she would've never disappeared. She would still be in my arms right now!"

He cradles his head as his sobs get louder.

Keigo almost pittied the man. Your love was definitely something to want, even now he still craved it.

That night the two of you confessed, well aware of how wrong it was. Keigo knew you were married and so did you, but that only his desire for you grow.

He wanted you so bad. You mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I love you so much..."

His kiss was gentle and loving, something you hadn't felt in so long.

"Hehe you're not lying, are you?"

You smile, weaving your arms behind his neck and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you angel. I promise."

"You better keep that promise."

"I plan to."

Your laughter fills the night as he pushes you down and kisses your neck. His arms pulling you closer as he hungerly tries to take you in.

A beautiful night under your willow tree.

"She wanted children, you know."

Keigo's ears perk at the sound of this.

"Did she now?"

"It's the thing that broke our marriage. She wanted kids and I didn't. I should've given them to her..."

Keigo smirks at the man's pain. If your husband had given you kids he would've never met you.

The night he had ment you, your husband had yelled at you saying he never wanted kids. There were other driving factors in you ending up in his arms but that was the main one.

Your husband wipes his face and stands.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to ramble on like that. I hope you have a good day."

He turns and walks away in a slump.

Keigo just watches him walk away before sitting down with his back against the tree.

It's funny how the man didn't see the heart carved into the tree, it was practically right next to him. Within held your initials and his.

He remembers when the two of you wrote that.

It was a chilly night, leading to you snuggling in his arms. That night the two of you haven't spoken much, just taking in all the warmth and comfort.

"Keigo?"

"Yeah angel?"

"Do wanna have kids with me?"

Your question shocked him but he quickly recovered.

"Of course! What makes you bring this up?"

You don't look at him as you pull his arms around you tighter.

"I want to start a family with you..."

He freezes, unsure if what he heard was true.

"You mean that, right?"

"I promise."

He pulls you closer, burying his nose into your neck.

"We're gonna have the cutest kids ever!"

You laugh at his excitement and slightly pull away from his grasp. He looks at you quizzeled as you tug on one of his sharper feathers. He let's you grab it and watches you carve your intitals then his, circling it with a heart.

"Why'd you do that?"

You smile at him before tracing the freshly cut bark with your free hand.

"So that we can always look back on our promises together, never forgetting them."

Keigo sighs as he finishes the memory. He wished everything turned out differently, wishing that you were in his arms right now.

"You know, your husband is a big push over."

Keigo just spoke, no one was around to hear his words.

"I can't believe you married that guy, we should've met sooner so then we could get married and have kids."

He remembers the night where you practically tackled him to the ground. You were beaming as tears rolled down your cheeks.

He was so worried but in the end it was for nothing.

He asked what was wrong and you told him with a shaking voice that you were pregnant.

He was so estatic, he couldn't help the tears of joy as he held you close, unable to comprehend he was going to be a dad.

"If we had a son, I'm pretty sure he'd look like me but with your eyes. If we had a daughter she'd look like you, I don't know what eyes she'd have. Hehe they'd have little wings and they'd cause so much trouble once they learned how to fly!"

He smiles fondly at the thought before lowering his head.

"Too bad that could never happen now."

He clenches his fist as he remembers when disaster struck.

You were two months pregnant with his beautiful babies. You were walking over to him, forgetting about the prominent roots if the willow tree.

Your foot got caught causing you to trip and land on another prominent root.

Everything became numb as you suddenly felt something dribble down your leg as you sat up.

Keigo was instantly by your side, worried and trying to figure out what happened.

Then he saw the tears welling up in your eyes.

Then he saw the blood on your hands as you touched the inside of your thighs.

Then he felt his heart break the same as yours did.

You fall into his arms unmoving, scared and broken. He tries to hold you close but his body went into shock, leaving the two of you unmoving as you leaned on him.

That was the first rift in your relationship with him.

"You shouldn't blame yourself you know, I'll always love you no matter what. I promised I would."

He rests his hand on the ground next to him.

"I still love you, angel, even though you're actually an angel now."

He sighs and stands, looking down at the spot.

"I'll come back later tonight (y/n), at our usual time."

He walks away, leaving your body underneath the willow tree.

Ever since your tragic miscarriage, you became a lot more distant. You were still hurting from the incident and seeing Keigo was a reminder of what could've been, but what couldn't happen.

You realized the pain you would cause if your husband found out, the pain you caused Keigo by loving him, the pain you caused yourself by doing the same.

So you distanced yourself from Keigo and on the rare nights to went out to the willow you'd shy away from anything intimate. You didn't want either if you to get hurt again.

"Hey Keigo?"

"Yeah, (y/n)?"

"I think... I think we should stop seeing each other."

He felt his world break around him. You were his everything, how could you want to leave him?

"What? Why?"

His works came out more demanding than questioning but it still got his point across.

"I don't want to get hurt again, I don't want to hurt you again!"

He saw you breaking down but he could barely care, you were trying to leave him. After all the two of you been though, how could you?

"No... Did our time together mean nothing? Were all out promises lies!?"

Anger was evident in his words as he stepped closer, making you back away.

"Our time together ment so much to me! And I never lied, I just can't do this anymore..."

You try and wipe away your tears, making you unable to see Keigo grab one of his sharper feathers.

"Oh angel..."

He walks closer.

"Why would you ever try and leave me?"

He walks closer.

"I'll make sure you can never leave me again."

His words were a soft whisper on your neck and before you could understand his words, you were pierced through the back.

Your breath hitches as you look down and see his feather protruding from your chest, blood quickly soaking your shirt.

"K-k-keigo?"

"Shhh angel, it'll be over soon and we can be together. Just like we promised!"

Everything goes cold as you breathe your last breath, falling to the ground as he watches.

He doesn't feel remorse as his kisses your forehead and begins to dig your grave. It was only necessary so you would keep your promises.

Keigo returns to the willow, just as he promised, only this time carrying a shovel along with. He begins to dig, careful not to dig too deep as to hurt you.

He spends an hour or so before he finds you. He reached out for your rotting and decaying corpse, gently dusting the dirt off as he lifted you from the hole.

"Hey angel. You still look beautiful as ever. Shall I have this dance?"

Silence takes over as he waits for you to respond.

"Then let us dance."

His arm wraps around your spine and ribs as he gently takes your hand, beginning the waltz in the moonlight.

"Im sorry I made you wait two months before I could hold you again, I had to make sure no one would look for you. Can't have my angel taken away from me, can I?"

He smiles at your lifeless body, still thinking you could hear and respond to him.

"Hehe there's still one last promise to forfill."

He holds a lustful gaze in his eyes before it turns loving.

"Don't worry, that's not for tonight. Tonight we dance and tomorrow we can begin our family."

He leans in and kisses your rotted corpse, remembering the life that used to be there.

If only you hadn't made those willow tree promises.

Kiby~💚

#bnha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo tamaki #mha hawks #my hero academia keigo takami #keigo #yandere keigo #yandere hawks #bnha #my hero academia #yandere #yandere x reader

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fuckyeahscienceparty · 4 years ago

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Sequel to your among us fanfiction where Medic ends up falling asleep on Engie and he *doesn't know what to do*

[sequel to "Like That?"]

Safe Keeping

In which an imposter experiences feelings he's never felt before and gets some needed rest.

Engie was honestly pretty glad Medic decided to join him for security that night. I mean, yes, the kisses were nice and so was having someone to talk to, but honestly, he kind of understood what Medic meant when he said he liked being around him.

Being around Medic just made him feel... happier, he thinks. Secure, maybe. An odd feeling considering his past tribulations with humans, but a feeling he enjoyed nonetheless.

He was actually about to ask Medic another question about his job with the Red Cross on Earth before he was stopped short by the feeling of Medic slumping against him, his head resting against Engie's shoulder as a soft snoring sound escaped him.

Engie's eyes widened, the purple blush starting to creep its way onto his face once more.

"Uh. Doc?..." He asked hesitantly, gently shaking Medic in an attempt to wake him.

No response. If anything, Medic got closer to him, burying his face in Engie's shoulder.

His skin felt like it was buzzing again.

Sure, he'd seen Medic fall asleep before, of course he had, staying up late together was kind of their thing. He'd just pick him up, ship him off to his personal quarters, and head into his own room for the night, but this was the first time he'd actually. Fallen asleep on him.

He knew he should probably wake him up. Unlike his companion, he wasn't an Expert on human anatomy but he knew it would probably be best for Medic to sleep in an actual bed rather than upright in the plastic wheelie chairs of the Fortress's security room, but he just looked so... content. And peaceful. Not to mention as the only medical professional on the ship, Medic regularly had to stay up late to make sure things were running smoothly for the rest of his crew and any amount of sleep he could get was probably for the best.

Long story short: He just didn't have the heart to wake him. And believe him, he had 2 of the suckers.

Engie checked the time. 6 am. Only 3 more hours and the Fortress would be up and running once more, with crew mates and his fellow imposter wandering the halls to complete their tasks for the day. Surely he could just let Medic stay with him and get some shuteye.

Engie looked back to the human sleeping on his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he'd ever stopped to take this good a look of Medic's face before but as he did, the buzzing sensation in his skin seemed to intensify.

The bags under his eyes were a given. Medic had always made it clear that even on Earth, he wasn't one to have any semblance of a cohesive sleep schedule (which, again, was concerning, but seemed to be the way Medic operated). His glasses had been pushed up slightly, Engie moving them a bit, almost instinctively, so they rested on top of his head instead.

His dark hair seemed to be laced with strands of grey, combining with the soft wrinkles on his face to imply signs of age, though he knew Medic was only 34. Stress was probably the more likely answer; Engie couldn't remember a time when the man had ever made an attempt to relax.

His gaze then fell to Medic's lips, slightly parted as he breathed in and out, making the occasional snore. They were softer than he expected them to be, Engie noted, flushing a deeper purple as he brought a gloved hand to his face and warmly remembered the feeling of Medic's lips against his cheek.

He really didn't mean to get this attached. He didn't even know how it happened, after all the other ships he'd sabotaged and crews he'd ruined with little to no remorse.

There was just... something about him, he supposed. His endless fascination with different forms of life. His little quirks that seemed to put off everyone else but made Engie realize just how human he really was. The way his eyes just lit up like stars when he talked about something he was passionate about...

Before he knew it, he'd leaned down a little to press a kiss to Medic's forehead, almost as if to return what had been given.

It was at that moment Medic, unfortunately, had woken up, blinking a few times before letting out a yawn as he sat up in his chair.

"Oh no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Engie frowned. Medic merely smiled at him, running a hand through his messy hair.

"That's quite alright. It was a nice way to wake up."

"Are you going to head to your quarters now?"

"I most likely should, considering I've just turned you into a living pillow," Medic chuckled. Engie nodded in response, though he seemed a bit... unhappy about the circumstances. Medic's smile softened.

"...I can stay if you want me to. I can tell you don't want me to go," He said softly, Engie waving him off.

"No, no, go sleep, you deserve the rest... starry eyes," He said, timidly faltering on the new nickname. Medic's eyes widened slightly, a twinge of warmth making its way to his face.

"Well... my dear. Perhaps you could come with me instead? Even as an imposter, staring at these screens all night can't be good for you. I'm sure the others wouldn't mind if you took your leave early this one time," He offered, holding his hand out to Engie.

Engie blinked.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Yeah, ok," He stumbled out, taking Medic's outstretched hand. The latter stood up and pulled him out of his seat, hitting the button to open the security door to let the both of them out.

Engie couldn't help but stare at their entwined fingers as Medic led him towards his room, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all this newfound affection.

He wasn't complaining though; it was.. nice. Really nice.

When they'd reached his door, Medic pressed the password into the small keypad to its left, tugging Engie into his room when the door had opened.

Medic's room was generally the same as the last time he saw it. A little disorganized, papers scattered all over his desk (and a few on the floor), birds sleeping in their cage in one corner of the room with Medic's fairly small bed pushed into the other.

While Engie wasn't paying attention, Medic started relieving himself from the heavy confinement of his spacesuit, letting out a soft sigh when he'd finally laid it on the chair by his desk. He seemed to be too tired to do much more than that though, opting to crash onto his bed with his black thermal under suit still on instead of changing into more suitable clothing.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" Medic chuckled, looking towards Engie who had practically stayed in the same spot ever since Medic had let go of his hand.

"Oh. Uh. Should I. Also remove my suit?"

"Whatever you're most comfortable with. I can't imagine it'd be any fun being in that thing all day," Medic shrugged, Engie hesitating before starting to remove his own suit.

He ended up laying it on the floor next to the chair Medic had laid his on, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Medic patted the empty space next to him, almost as a sort of invitation. Engie's skin pricked as he slowly laid down next to him and felt Medic warp his arms around his torso.

"Comfortable?" Engie asked quietly, Medic letting out a hum of agreement before pressing a small kiss to the back of his neck.

Engie himself blushed furiously, carefully putting one of his hands over Medic's as Medic himself pulled Engie closer to him, entangling their legs together.

Before either of them knew it, Medic had fallen back asleep, effectively using Engie as a giant teddy bear. Not that Engie particularly minded, of course. He'd never really been held before and he had to admit: he saw the appeal now.

Part of him was frankly still internally panicking, unused to being this... touchy with other people. He wasn't lying when he'd said he'd felt overwhelmed earlier; today was basically the first time he'd received anything more than a hug from. Anyone, really.

He had to admit, though, the majority of him rather enjoyed the small acts of intimacy he'd shared with Medic that night. It felt odd. But good odd, he thinks. Perhaps there was a reason why humans enjoyed being so social.

As he listened to the soft sound of Medic breathing and the distant rumble of the enginers, surrounded by a warmth he'd never experienced before, Engie felt his eyelids grow heavier. He tried to keep them open with no avail, opting instead to give into tired feeling and close his eyes.

It's just that he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed, so... Safe.

He supposed he could rest, for now, if only for a few hours. He frankly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept either.

So he let out a sigh and let himself drift off, falling asleep in a matter of moments.

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 science party #medic x engineer #am #abungus #fic #c's writing #asks #l-i-n-u-s-k-a

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sit-down-businessman · 4 years ago

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Note: please go easy on me, this is my first posted fic, ever. Feedback highly welcomed! Will probably get edited later cause I guarantee I forgot something.

I hope to add chapters in the future...not 100% sure where I see this going yet.

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Left Unsaid

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual situation implied if you squint hard enough, eventual angst?

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Life was complicated.

As if that wasn't the most cliche thing possible. But why should you complain? You had almost everything you could want, including growing closer and closer with your boyfriend each passing day. Just about every hobby the two of you had complimented each other in some form.

His love off his Playstation went perfectly with your obsession of watching YouTube gamers.

Your green thumb helped provide fresh herbs and veggies for the dinners he loved to make.

The DSLR camera that rarely strayed from your bag was perfect for capturing pictures of the two of you overlooking the most beautiful views after a long hike.

Katsuki was everything you could have asked for. It was because of that strong connection that you grew worried.

As much as you loved the hot-headed Ground Zero, you knew he wasn't the one.

The first words he said to you did not match the ones so clearly inked on your right wrist. Thick leather straps often adorned that bit; a feeble attempt at denial.

You were head over heels for your man, soul mate be damned. It could be years, decades even, before the possibility of even meeting them.

Big if. Huge if.

You wouldn't let it invade your thoughts too far. The moment you were currently in was close to perfection and you subtly pinched your arm for proof that you were indeed awake.

Laying down across his bed, you watched as Katsuki took his stress out on the trap set in the corner of his room. How not one neighbor complained about the noise was beyond you.

Probably for the fact that he could be somewhat...slightly...intimidating, you figured. You were the only one fully immune to his scathing comments and screaming. He was like a teddy bear to you.

An angry, loud teddy bear.

The silence in the room snapped you from your thoughts. You focused your eyes on Katsuki and saw him staring right back at you. "Am I in those daydreams somewhere?" he asked, setting his beaten drumsticks across his snare.

You gave him a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Kittens and hand grenades. So, close enough."

He let out a soft, quick chuckle and you saw his eyes flash downwards.

To your wrist.

Somehow during your mind wandering, your left hand had grabbed the leather wrap and was fidgeting with it.

"Am I a feral kitten, at least?"

You sat yourself up on his bed. "You wish. You're the cuddliest, cutest fluffball in the litter." You moved your hand up and ran it through your hair.

"You know," he started, standing up from the drum set and making his way over to you. "If anyone else but you said that, they'd be ash by now." He placed his hands on your hips and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

"I guess we're both lucky I'm me, then." A devious smile played at your lips.

"Very much so," he agreed. "Or what I'm about to do to you next wouldn't be nearly as fun."

And with those words, he showed you why.

Over and over.

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The morning sunshine found it's way past the sliver of window not covered by heavy curtains, straight to your face. Letting out a soft groan, you reached your arm behind you, only to find the bed empty.

"Damn you, early bird," you fussed. I wanted morning cuddles.

You heard Katsuki's voice from the living room and mentally calculated the possibility of dragging him back into bed for a lazy day. As your mind finally started to wake up and focus, you could make out your boyfriend's side of the conversation.

"Yeah, I know. It's been forever. Being a Pro Hero takes up most of my time, what's your excuse?"

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was mentally puffing out his chest.

"Domesticated, my ass."

Another eye roll.

"For sure. I'll see when she has a day off and get back to you...

...It'll be good to see you again too, bro. It's been too long."

Wow. For one of his conversations to not contain true insults or profanity was rare---

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck off."

---and there it was. It was an affection insult (for him), at least.

A few minutes passed without hearing his voice and you realized his phone call had ended. Curiosity won the battle over your laziness and you pushed yourself out of bed. Pulling open the door of the closet you shared with your other half, you didnt so much as glance at the side that held your shirts. Instead, your eyes fell onto his half, searching for one of the shirts you "only borrowed" from "time to time".

"Bingo" you said in triumph, pulling his faded Avenged Sevenfold shirt from its hanger. That and the boy shorts you were wearing were sure to catch his eye.

And you loved driving him mad.

Adding the cherry on top (you threw your hair up in a messy high bun), you walked out of your bedroom and made your way to the kitchen.

The smell of coffee had hit you as soon as you opened the bedroom door, and you followed it like something out of a cartoon. As you tried reaching up on your tiptoes to grab your favorite mug, you heard Katsuki coming out of his home office. You got your coffee together (more cream and sugar than dirty bean water), not realizing you had a pair of red eyes watching you from the doorway. It wasnt until your first sip that you could feel him behind you. You lifted your arms in an obvious fake stretch, feeling the shirt rise above your waist, knowing just where his eyes were looking now.

Still set on your lazy day, you turned around to find yourself face to face with your man. You could instantly tell he knew what you were trying to do by the raised eyebrow that greeted you.

"Morning, hot stuff," you said, nuzzling into his chest. "What's on the agenda today?" You pulled away to take another sip from your C-UNT mug. You let out an audible moan when the caffeine once again passed your lips.

"Well," he started, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I do have the day off..." he kissed your forehead and you sighed when you felt his warm lips on your skin. "A friend of mine from UA is in town for a few days. We were throwing around the idea of meeting up at the fair."

You stared up at your boyfriend in disbelief. Mr. Hardass. Mr. "I can't, I have to work."

Katsuki Bakugou wanted to go to the county fair.

"It wasn't my suggestion," he said to you, sensing the raised eyebrow you were giving him.

"I figured as much." You got onto your tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Today? The second day of the fair always has the best vendors."

"I'll give him a call back, but I'm sure that will work."

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Almost two hours later, you and Katsuki were parking just outside of the fairgrounds. You could see the various rides lit up and whirring, and a packed crowd bustling around.

No matter how hard you tired to hold it back, a smile spread across your face at the thought of dragging your man to every single ride the grounds held.

Even the kiddie ones, if he complained.

Katsuki flipped through his phone quick before speaking. "They're running behind-"

"They? I thought it was just 'he'?"

"He dragged one more along. They'll be here in an hour or so."

You grinned.

"Perfect."

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Rides never bothered Katsuki much, maybe because of how he constantly blasted himself around on a regular basis. The only time he seemed to cringe was when you started screaming by his ear on the Zipper ride.

When it came to the games, however, his competitive side shown through in all its glory. You had found a stall that showcased stuffed, cartoonish versions of Pros, and gave him puppy eyes when you found the giant version of your hunny as a top prize. It took close to $50 to win it, but Katsuki was determined to get it for you.

"Yeah, I see it," he said into his phone, looking off to the right. "See you in a second." He clicked the lock button and put it back into his pocket. "They're over there...somewhere."

You were excited to meet another of his friends. Most of who you knew were from his agency, sidekicks mainly, and the couple times you guys bumped into "that damn Deku."

As you two walked up to the funnel cake stand, you heard a shout. "Bakugou! Dude!"

You turned your head and saw someone you already recognized. "Wait...that's Chargeb-"

"Don't," Katsuki warned, squeezing your hand. "If he knows that *you know* who he is, he'll never stop."

"Who won't stop what?"

Chargebolt was standing right in front of you.

"Y/n, meet Kaminari. The first of tonight's extras."

"I'm still waiting on one good word from you." Chargebolt sighed at Katsuki. He turned his attention to you. "So, you're the one that tamed the wild Bakugou."

The smirk you gave betrayed Katsuki's growl. You debated calling your boyfriend a teddy bear, but you knew that would lead to no good.

You'd risk it.

"He's an absolute t-" you started.

"BAKUGOU!" you heard a voice bellow from twenty feet away.

The three of you turned to the shout, and you were once again star struck.

"That's..." you faded off. His hair was different than usual; It fell downward, opposed to its usual spikiness. But you knew that face.

"Dude. You're late." Katsuki said to his friend.

Pro Hero Red Riot chuckled at him. He looked at you with a boyish smile. "Better late than never!"

Your heart dropped as your wrist burned. You instinctively pulled your hand towards you, but Katsuki's grip was tight. Looking up at him, you saw a mix of fear and anger fill his face.

Red Riot looked confused. "Right?"

You couldn't speak. You weren't sure if it was from being stunned or fear of returning words.

Looking at the man you loved, you turned heel and ran towards the exit, gripping your stuffed prize tight.

Red Riot.

The Red Riot.

Katsuki's best friend.

Was your soul mate.

#mha #bakugou katuski x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader

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animetrashlord-007 · 4 years ago

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AOT ~ Survive

Word Count;; 1.2k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Erwin x Levi x Hanji

Notes;; Published: 2017-07-10

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“Boo!” The eccentric brunette shouted as she jumped out from behind a tattered curtain.

“Hanji! Can you not?” Levi hissed between gritted teeth, slapping her arm away as she leaned forward to embrace him.

“Don't be such a sourpuss!”

“Shouldn't you leave the jumpscares to the employees?” Erwin smiled down at them both, ushering them forward with a gentle hand on each of their backs.

They continued through the haunted house, Hanji pouting the entire time. It was their biweekly date night and somehow the new horror attraction was brought up. Promising a night of excitement and fear, Hanji insisted they attend the grand opening. Within moments they were en route, much to Levi’s chagrin. He didn't find it scary, per se, but rather ridiculous. He had trouble refraining from hitting the actors, as his natural instinct was to fight rather than flee. It was wasting a lot of his mental energy to keep himself in check, which led to a much shorter temper than usual.

Around every few turns, an actor would pop up at the trio. Without fail, Hanji squealed and jumped onto whichever of the two males were closest at the time. They kept trekking through the large establishment, huddling in a small circle as they peered around corners. It wasn't until a Mad Scientist began to trail them that Erwin dropped his small smile in favor of a startled gasp. A pale hand gripped his shoulder and his expression of pure terror was priceless. Neither of his lovers would ever let him live it down.

They picked up their pace after that incident. Levi sped up to match Erwin’s quick gait, which he was maintaining in order to escape Hanji’s jeers. The corridors felt endless. More and more ghouls, vampires and murderers crossed their path. The blond led them deeper into the house. Soon they found themselves in a room filled with mirrors. There seemed to be no exit and once they stepped inside, the entrance disappeared as well. They stumbled inside, hands gliding across the cold surface of the reflective panels in hope of finding an escape.

“This is going to prove quite difficult,” Erwin murmured as he sidled forward a few spaces. He stopped once he realised there were mirrors on every side. His face was devoid of emotion as he backtracked to the group. “Or rather impossible.”

“Don’t be silly, it'll be a blast!” Hanji grinned as she sidestepped around the tall male.

Her two boyfriends gaped at her as she navigated the maze. They followed behind, eager to escape the nightmare room of reflections. Staring off to his side, Levi glanced into one of the many mirrors. He had the perfect view of both Hanji’s breasts in her v-neck shirt and Erwin’s ass in his tight jeans. The view was captivating. He ceased walking mid-step, unaware of just how close behind the blond was. With no time to slow down, Erwin crashed into the smaller male. Levi toppled forward, slamming into a slab of glass. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his forehead. Hanji was far enough ahead to avoid the collision, but her snorts echoed throughout the entire room.

“Babe! Are you okay?” Erwin gasped, kneeling beside the injured man.

“I'm fine! And don't give me a weird pet name!” Levi snapped.

“Come on, you two handsome devils! Let's get this over with!” Hanji began to moan in an attempt to recreate an otherworldly sound, shaking each of her fingers in rapid succession. “After all, the end is near!”

“Your enthusiasm is always appreciated, dear,” Erwin sighed, a weary smile returning to his lips as he looked between the two people he cared for most.

Erwin decided to carry his boyfriend the rest of the way. Though he protested, Levi soon gave up and let him. No matter how hard or long he argued, Erwin would have won - he always did. When it came to coddling, he was the biggest offender. While Hanji didn't mind that side of him and called him a giant teddy bear because of it, Levi adored it. It felt nice to have someone willing to protect him after spending so many years fending for himself. He'd never admit it, though.

They soon found themselves outside of the haunted house, free of the torture within. What felt like an eternity within the building had only be two hours. The night was ending and the trio were exhausted, though Hanji claimed to have enough energy to go clubbing for a few more hours. There weren't many people outside as most went straight on to their next destination after finishing the attraction. Erwin held Levi a little closer to his chest to project his warmth onto him. There was a chill in the air and he didn't want him to catch a cold on top of the headache that would be forming within the next few hours. They began to walk home, Hanji a few steps ahead once again. Without warning, she spun around on her feet.

“Now wasn't that fun?” She exclaimed, hopping in place as she stared between the two.

“Levi was hurt.”

“I wasn't,” Levi yawned as he snuggled into Erwin’s chest, “but it still sucked.”

“Well I'm pretty sure you ran into that mirror just so Erwin would baby you.”

“I'm pretty sure you're an idiot and I don't know why I fell in love with you.”

Erwin and Hanji stared at one another, eyes wide as they processed the statement. It was uncharacteristic for Levi to show his emotions or so openly admit his feelings. Erwin checked his temperature and the sight of the injury. Running his hand across his forehead, he frowned. There was already a small bump, as well as some dark red and light blue bruises. Levi had drifted off to sleep during the small but thorough examination. His gentle snores broke the silence of the cool night air.

“He's being sweet, did Hell freeze over?”

“He must have a concussion,” Erwin gasped.

The blond started tapping his face, each strike harder and firmer than the last until Levi’s eyes snapped open. Bewildered, he stared between the two. Within seconds, his signature scowl graced his face. He smacked away Erwin’s hand, which was still waiting mere inches above his cheek to deliver another blow.

“Thanks, asshole. Wake up the guy with insomnia, why don't you?”

“Nevermind, he's fine,” Hanji laughed. She skipped over to Erwin’s side. Placing a chaste kiss on the growing mark on Levi's head, she ran her fingers through his silky black hair and beamed. “Hey Erwin, Levi, I love you both. Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

“Whatever.”

“It was our pleasure, honey.”

“Oh, and Erwin?” Hanji smiled as she held onto his muscular bicep. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and willed a slight blush to tint her cheeks. Erwin knew what she was doing, well aware of all of her tricks after so many years of being together. He nodded down at her. With what she hoped was a cute and irresistible pout, she asked the question that had been burning on her mind for the last half an hour. “Will you carry me too?”

Erwin sighed before lowering himself to his knees, “Come on, sweetie, get on.”

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #anime #attack on titan #snk fluff #eruri #erwin x levi #erwin x hanji x levi #erwin x hanji #levi x hanji #erwin smith #levi ackernan #hanji zoe #aot fluff #anime fluff #animetrashlord-007

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Locusts (part 2) | Riverdale

Summary: The Southside Serpents seek an alliance with one of the country’s deadliest gangs, The Locusts.

Genre: Slight Angst, Humor?, Some Fluff

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Gang Brawl

A/N: oooHh shoot, my Sweet Pea feels are shooting through the roooof.

Read Part 1 Here

Sweet Pea found himself gravitating towards Y/N the whole time the Serpents were at the club, although she couldn't complain because she found herself being attracted to the giant teddy bear.

“So are you like the second in command?” Sweet Pea casually swung his arms round the back of her seat, drinking some soda. He knew better than to get drunk and possibly embarrass himself in front of her.

“Not officially. I’m going to be initiated on my 18th birthday, but everyone already treats me like I’m one of them. Perks of being the boss’ daughter I suppose. But since Chris is already 19 he’s the official right hand man for my dad.” You looked ethereal in the neon red lights, your hair falling in waves behind your ears, Sweet Pea found himself resisting the urge to run his fingers through your hair.

“Oh? Well what’s the initiation process like then? You guys kind of go hard core on the punishments so I can only imagine what the initiation to get in is like.”

You laugh shaking your head, “Nah. It’s not difficult. You have to pledge your undying loyalty to the Locusts and it’s members. The second step I guess you could say is fighting me or Chris. The final step is just getting the tat. I was born into the gang so I just got the tat beforehand.”

“What? I mean it can’t be too hard then right?” Sweet Pea joked, earning him a solid punch to the arm which would surely bruise over the next morning.

“Wrong. Y/N here can throw a mean ass right hook. So to make it fair, father dearest said the rule is to try and stay alive for three minutes in the ring. But Y/N goes soft on them.” The pair look up to see a smirking Chris towering over them drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey.

“Now if you’re both done. My dad wants all the Serpents to head to our private room, we’re going to go over some terms and rules and all that good shit.”

Sighing, Y/N stands up first dusting off her pants and linking her arm with her brother’s before turning to look at Sweet Pea, “Let’s go sweetie.”

“It’s sweet pea.” He murmurs under his breathe, his cheeks heating up, throwing his cup over his shoulder.

They lead him towards the back of the club where two large bodyguards step out from the darkness, scaring Sweets so much he pulls out his pocket knife on instinct.

“Down boy.” Y/N says slyly to a tense Sweet Pea, the guards eyeing him suspiciously before opening the velvet doors. They walk down a narrow hallway lit by fluorescent purple neon lights, the booming music reduced to muffled thumping. They arrive inside a small room with a few couches and a pool table in the back.

“Nice of you to join us.” Viper remarks sarcastically, his children rolling their eyes before moving to stand behind his arm chair.

Once the group is settled in the discussion is started by Viper who casually takes a drag of his cigar.

“You want to know why I chose to associate myself with you instead of the Ghoulies FP? Because I believe that the Serpents have a greater sense of what brotherhood and loyalty means. I respect that. You and me, the Serpents and Locusts, we ain’t that different from each other.”

“True. And because we aren’t a vessel for pumping illegal drugs. Plus that Malachai son’a bitch ain’t exactly my favorite bitch in my contact book.” Chris says bored, casually flipping his pocket knife around.

“Language you oaf.” Y/N remarks, snatching his pocket knife out of his reach causing Chris to pout.

Viper chooses to ignore his kids as if this was a normal occurrences, much to the Serpents bewilderment.

“You guys don’t deal drugs?” Toni asks, causing FP to look at her like this was already common knowledge.

Sweet Pea narrows his eyes a little.

A high and mighty gang of practical assassins, making it to the top without dabbling in drugs?

“No. We deal weapons and favors. Gangs approach us all the time in our other bases in Vegas to ask for a favor, we happily oblige of course, but they are now in our debt. And we intend to make great use of their repayment.” Viper says proudly while leaning forwards, his eyes gleaming darkly. He looked powerful and radiated an aura of dominance, one that erased all doubts that the Serpents had before. Y/N and Chris grin at them as if sensing discomfort.

“The Ghoulies approached you guys?” FP asked after a few silent moments, also leaning forward in his seat.

“That’s right. Came by a few nights ago.. that Malachai kid got hit real good by my boy here.” Viper says disapprovingly to his son, shaking his head.

“He had it coming. You didn’t hear what he was saying about Y/N. Those wannabe nascar drivers got no respect for us, should have killed that pig when I had the chance.” Chris huffs, staring daggers at the wall, Y/N setting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Well they can’t be too happy about getting trashed like expired cafeteria meatloaf can they?” Cheryl asks from behind Toni, eyes flickering from Viper to Y/N.

“Probably not, but we can take them easily, what are they gonna do? Beat us in a race really hard?” Chris remarks smartly, letting out a snort.

“Don’t jinx it Chris. I don’t trust those ghouls.”

Before anyone could answer a few men burst through the door, holding brass knuckles and a few knives visibly poking out of their pockets.

“Sir, The Ghoulies are here, pretty sure a fight is about to break out.” One of them says in a dangerously low voice. Viper sighs, rubbing his temples.

“do they have guns?”

“No sir.”

“A fist fight? My specialty.” Chris says, cracking his neck.

“Told you not to jinx it dumbass. Now we actually have to kill a few people tonight, and I liked this shirt.” Y/N mumbles, running a hand through her hair.

The Serpents look at Viper, not exactly ready to march into a gang brawl. The siblings strut out, Chris wielding his brass knuckles while Y/N swings around his baseball bat, humming a song.

Sweet Pea’s eyes trail after Y/N, seeing how relaxed and in control she was, and he felt a sense of pride knowing she could take care of herself.

“No worries FP. My kids have this under control, why don’t you and your friends join us upstairs to watch the show, after all you all are the guest of honor.” Viper says getting up and clapping FP’s shoulder, leaving to lead them further down the hall. The serpents follow hesitantly, Toni moving to hold Cheryl’s hand. Once they turn a corner, they see a lone elevator with a couple of body guards waiting.

“Balcony sir?”

Viper hums in confirmation, going into the elevator first. Followed by the tense Serpents who look in front of them in anticipation.

“Oh and make sure to get the mop and my brother on the line. I have a feeling a shit ton of my property is going to be damaged in a few moments.”

“Of course sir.”

‘How are they taking this so lightly. What the hell.’ Sweet Pea thought, watching as the elevator panel beeped and shifted from a 1 to a B. Once they step out, they hear the commotion almost instantly, recognizing Malachai’s voice. He was yelling profanities and as they reached the edge of the balcony they see the Locusts and a few dozen Ghoulies standing on opposite sides of the club, Malachai yelling up at Chris.

It would have been funny in any other circumstance as Chris was almost a whole foot taller than Malachai. Chris stands there almost amused, clenching his fists while Y/N stands a little behind him, baseball bat over her shoulder.

The Locusts stand tall, some weilding large daggers and chains. While majority of the Ghoulies looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but there.

When Malachai notices that his approach isn’t working, he looks around and sees Y/N standing behind Chris, his face morphing into a shit eating grin.

“I don’t know how you do it Chris. If Y/N was always around me like that, I have no idea what the hell I’d do.” Sweet Pea feels himself tense and grow strangely furious at Malachai. He wishes he could be down there, pummeling the trash bag into the ground, although Chris beat him to it. The taller boy brings his fist down straight into Malachai’s temple, his body crumpling to the ground.

Shit. Hope he’s not dead.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose as The Locusts and Ghoulies start engaging in a violent exchange of fists and knives, the noise of tables breaking and glass shattering storms in the ears of the Serpents.

Jughead turns to Viper, “Will they be okay?”

Viper quirks an eyebrow, “of course my boy, no need to worry. This will be over soon. But shit! Did they have to break all my stuff! This shit costs money too.”

“What about Y/N?” Sweet Pea asks, eyes searching the sea of black leather and broken tables for the small girl. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Viper looking at him in amusement.

“You have nothing to worry about. If anything I’m more worried for Chris. That boy is strong for sure, but he isn’t as good of a fighter as his sister. He punches first before thinking. Y/N however eggs on her opponent, letting them show off all their moves. She learns their fighting style and knows how to beat them. And she always beats them one way or another. That girl is lethal. You should see her with her knives.. never misses.” Viper says proudly, although it seems as if he were talking to himself.

Fangs claps Sweet Pea’s shoulder, “don’t worry, she’ll be fine dude, that’s one tough chick if I ever seen one.”

Sweet Pea nods, he couldn’t explain his quick attraction to the girl but he knew that he’d like to have her around in his life for a long time.

All was going well as it seemed that the Locusts had the upper hand, many of the Ghoulies were laying unconscious around the club, some even bleeding out.

FP whistles while his eyes raked over the unconscious lumps on the floor. “Y’all some trained fighters? I don’t see any of your Locusts laying around.”

“Not exactly, but we do train them intensely. It’s hard to become a Locust, and even harder to remain as a Locust. A lot of our members drop out because they’re not able to keep up with the life-style. It is what it is. But we still provide protection to those who leave.” Viper says, smiling genuinely at FP.

“Great. A little gang boot camp.” Cheryl mumbles, causing Toni to crack a smile.

However their attention is drawn towards the fight again when they hear your voice ring out loudly in the crowd.

“Chris!”

A/N: part three coming at ya soon ! ;)

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guccixcoochie · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on why Harry is the loveliest and best? Now spill...;).

Anon are you the same one who sent me similar ask today ?

‘what makes harry styles special & what he means to me?’ Answer is same

My goodness are we really doing this !? again !? this can’t be good for my health. Anyway that’s very bold of you to assume I can form a coherent sentence to a question like this. If you’ve known me & gone through my blog for more than 5 sec, you know how far up his arse I am at any given minute. So this is going to be a bumbling mess, so cheesy & so extra but u asked!

Last chance to turn away. Block me now!! You’ve been warned.

Let me put it out there(as if it’s not clear already) that I have been in love with Harry Styles from the moment he stepped on X-factor stage, there was no doubt in my heart that I was utterly & irrevocably gone for this boy. Everything about him was perfect to my 16-year-old self, it was impossible for me to look at him for more than 0.03 sec without breaking into giggles like a moron.

He’s the most aesthetically pleasing of course, with his green eyes that shine like emeralds, hair that could put Rapunzel to shame, his 3000 megawatt smile that could save climatic crisis if we could only learn how to harness it’s power, I could write sonnets about his dimples(see what u did to me wattpad), but for me what makes him beautiful the most is his spirit, the that in spite of going through everything that he did at such a young age, he’s only become kinder, more confident, more compassionate & more present. Love Wins

For me he’s not just the cheeky one, not the cute one, not the curly one with huge eyes anymore, somewhere along the line he has stopped being just an object of fascination in every intricate fantasy I’ve ever weaved in my head. Somewhere along the line he’s become a constant presence of light in the darkest days of my life.

His voice is the one I respond to when the noises in my head become too much, his lucid eyes are the ones I want to look into when all the others I find around me are clouded. His hands are the anchors that pull me out onto the surface when I am far gone into my own self.

still here after that !?? woah mate you’re as mental as i am.

He is important. He’s brave. And he’s going to be fine. It never fails to amaze me just how humble & down to earth he stayed all through that shit storm. Rather than make me envious of his fame, his riches & his privilege like some other celebs, he makes me inspired. That’s how I know he’s doing fame right. Watching him grow & live this strange but fulfilling life is so amazing. I couldn’t be prouder.

Then there’s his overall persona. It’s a wonder just how much he is. How much space he seems to occupy wherever he goes. You can never look away when he’s a room no matter how huge the room is or how many people, he’s just too radiant & full of life to let peasants over power him. He’s giant stars & constellations wrapped into a teddy bear.

His devil may care attitude when it comes to his sartorial choices of clothing & giving zero fucks to people making assumptions about him is so inspiring in this age.

His voice. Do I need to write 17 books on this? There’s reason why harry sang most of 1D’s choruses, his voice is made to fill arenas. Tell me your toes did not curl at “Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door, I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor” & edges of your heart did not soften at “understand i'am talking to the walls, i've been praying ever since new york”. His voice is honey, caramel, maple syrup & all the warmth & the sweets combined into a scrumptious delicacy.

Then there are his lyrics. This takes a whole day & you’re gonna kill me if I start now. Should we arrange a topic call to geek the fuck over this ? Ring me up for a cuppa babe, we’ve a lot to talk.

His on stage charisma?? Hello??? I mean this Rob Sheffield’s quote only scratches the surface:

“Harry Styles, master of the power flounce. For a band that formed on TV, 1D are not done justice by video, because Harry is a performer you have to see live. The way he covers space is insane — imagine if Mick Jagger had the warm and benign heart of Paul McCartney, cast under a magic spell by Stevie Nicks, and you’re about halfway there…It’s like watching the footage of Secretariat running the Belmont Stakes in 1973 — he’s 31 lengths ahead of the other horses, but he speeds up madly for the final stretch because he’s so in love with being fast. That’s what it’s like watching Harry work a stadium. You instinctively think, “Dude, save some for later,” but the whole physiology of saving some for later is alien to the Harry lifeform. The harder he works to give every drop of his Harry-osity away, the more of it he has. Watching Harry spit water and touch his hair makes me want to be a better person.”

His Rolling Stone Quote. That’s it

Ending toxic masculinity automatically gets brownie points for any man:

Single handedly made kindness the new sexy. This could go on forever. If you took trouble to come to my blog, you would already know these anyway.

https://dailyutahchronicle.com/2017/11/07/harry-styles-walks-talk-kindness/

https://www.theodysseyonline.com/harry-styles-kindest-purest-human-exist

https://www.look.co.uk/news/harry-styles-good-causes-573946

https://www.iheart.com/content/2017-11-13-24-times-harry-styles-was-too-pure-for-this-world/

I have not included all of my favourite fan interactions, tons of stories him treating people with kindness & just being an adorable cupcake bcz well there’s not much you haven’t seen that many people did not cover already.

Some tidbit from Iz @harrysblacknailpolish

https://harrysblacknailpolish.tumblr.com/post/170992323093/some-weirdness-one-former-one-direction-fan-is

TPWK, TPWK, TPWK, TPWK, TPWK, TPWK

Then there’s this goofy hoe mother fucker:

Exhibit 1, Exhibit 2, Exhibit 3, Exhibit 4

He’s with us in every step

He loves us. Probably more than we love ourselves & more than we ever realise.

He taught me to be kind to myself & others, to make my happiness my priority, made me believe that I am worth. Without him I would never have come out & be myself everyday. For that I am forever grateful.

I will probably never love anyone as much as I love him. He taught me to love & somehow that is enough.

Sorry for the long post.

*pictures & gifs are not mine. Credits to the amazing owners*

#harry styles #treat people with kindness #tpwk #one direction #solo harry #harry styles edits

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datura-foxglove · 6 years ago

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(Dazatsu Week Day 3) Peaceful Morning

Prompt : Cuddles Rating : T Warning : minor suicidal thoughts and past drug usage.

Summary : Dazai woke up before Atsushi one morning and wonder if it’s possible to love someone so deeply like this.

There was a haze that always clung to his mind. It would never go away and it isolated him from the world around him. Within that haze, time rushed like river yet also felt stagnant. Sometimes, the haze helped to numb the blank space left behind by a ghost. Most of the time though, the haze became so thick that Dazai was unable to even realize that he was still alive.

Still, there were also rare moments (it happened more frequently lately, he realized absently) that the haze cleared. Not completely disappeared, but enough that Dazai’s senses could once again comprehend the world around him. The colors brightened, the buzzing in his ears lessened, his nose picked up scents, the presence and absence of warmth penetrated even his thick bandages, and his tongue didn’t feel like a lead.

That morning was one of those rare times and Dazai enjoyed the moment when he could appreciate better the boy who had stolen his crumbling and empty heart. Bits of sunlight streamed through the gaps from the blinds, showering the sleeping boy with gentle light and Atsushi’s hair lightened in hue, almost as white as fresh fallen snow. The soft sounds of his breathing were just like a lullaby that threatened to pull Dazai back into the world of unconsciousness, but he prevailed. Dazai’s hand gently brushed Atsushi’s bangs behind his ear, Atsushi’s skin warm under his touch.

Atsushi looked so peaceful in his sleep that it brought a smile to his own face. Restful sleep without nightmares was a luxury for both of them, so Dazai was careful with his touch to let Atsushi sleep longer. His empty heart felt like it was slowly being filled with so much warmth that would stay with him all day, keeping his mind clear from the haze.

Atsushi hummed in his sleep and Dazai’s hand froze. When Atsushi just snuggled closer to him and practically sleeping on his shoulder than the pillow, Dazai let out a silent chuckle. Atsushi’s hands stubbornly wrapped around his waist, hugging him like how Kyouka hugged her bunny on her sleep. Resigned to being a giant teddy bear for his love, Dazai’s hand rested on Atsushi’s side while the other hand gently caressed his hair. The boy let out a sound of content, the frown on his face slowly relaxed back to peaceful expression.

It was a good thing that today both of them didn’t have to go to work. Otherwise, Dazai had to turn off the alarm and risked Atsushi being angry at him the whole morning and Kunikida throwing a chair to him the moment he stepped into the Agency. The heat from Atsushi’s body warmed his own cold one and Dazai let out a sigh. If Dazai concentrated, he could feel Atsushi’s heartbeat because their chests were pressed together. In a strange impulse, he matched his own heartbeat to Atsushi’s.

The world around them felt so far away, but unlike the usual haze in his mind, Dazai could still feel Atsushi so clearly in his arms. It was easier, to just focus on their matching heartbeats. Sharing the same air and warmth. That moment was just so peaceful and Dazai wonder if this kind of tranquility was also happiness? Was this what Atsushi meant by joy by just being alive?

But nothing last forever, and even that moment of peace was broken when he felt the boy stirred in his arms. Dazai leaned back, a genuine small smile already prepared on his lips to greet his sweetheart’s return from the land of dreams. However, unlike usual, Atsushi sunset colored eyes watched him in daze. He gently caressed Atsushi’s cheek with his thumb, about to call his name but Atsushi beat him to it by leaning closer and kissed him on the lips. It was a chaste and short kiss, something he received daily from Atsushi, but it was his eyes that shook Dazai to the core. Atsushi disliked staring straight into other people’s eyes, his habit from the orphanage to hung his head down and not speak back against the adults made the boy hesitate in eye contact when he wasn’t swept by emotions.

Now Atsushi was staring at him with eyes full of love. The usual hesitation and self-deprecation that lingered at the corner of his eyes disappeared. Now there was just adoration, unrestrained love directed at Dazai. Gazing at that genuine affection, Dazai felt something sparked in his heart. The sensation was addicting, giving him a high that not even drugs could gave him years ago.

“Osamu-san…” Atsushi whispered his name lovingly, like it was something sacred. His name. A name that he had never heard and keep forgotten if he didn’t have to introduce himself to people.

Ah.

Atsushi was really going to be the death of him.

Was it possible to love someone so dear, so deep, that you feel like dying?

To his disappointment, Dazai could see that Atsushi slowly released himself from the remains of sleep. The dazed look in his eyes cleared and changed into confusion and then morphed to morbid embarrassment.

Atsushi adorably opened and closed his mouth like a fish before he gave up and with a speed that impressed Dazai pulled the blanket over his head and curled into a ball.

He didn’t know why, but he found himself laughing. “Atsushi-kun~”

Dazai could faintly heard the mumbled voice from under the blanket. “I’m still sleeping!”

“Really?” Dazai crawled closer to the lump under the blanket, fully aware that Atsushi could feel the shift of weight on the bed. “Then what did I just heard just now? I think I heard Atsushi-kun whispered my name~”

“Dazai-san…” Atsushi whined pitifully and Dazai could easily imagine how red his boyfriend’s face would be. “Please pretend that didn’t happen…”

“Nope.” Dazai rejected, the ‘p’ popped from his mouth obnoxiously. “Come on Atsushi-kun, call me ‘Osamu-san’ one more time?”

“No!”

“Atsushi-kun~” Dazai wrapped his arms around the bundle and lifted Atsushi to his lap, still covered in blanket. Atsushi squeaked from being manhandled and glared at Dazai, which probably would be scarier if it wasn’t the flush that covered his whole face. So Dazai just kissed the boy’s pouty lips, chuckling when the boy grumbled under his breath.

“You are horrible…”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

“I do.” Atsushi sighed, turning his body around so his back leaned against Dazai’s chest. The intimacy came easy to them, completely unlike the awkwardness when they first going out.

Dazai wrapped his arms around Atsushi’s waist, kissing his disheveled hair and nape. “Atsushi-kun?” he breathed behind the boy’s ear, sending shivers down the poor boy’s back. “Just one more time? Please?”

Atsushi sighed, his whole body relaxed and resigned from escaping his snuggle until he got what he wants. “Alright, alright… just…” Dazai could feel the boy’s loud heartbeat and he left kisses on Atsushi’s neck and shoulder to encourage him.

Atsushi put his hands above Dazai’s and whispered, voice a bit shaky but still with the same love as the first time. “O-Osamu…san…”

Dazai’s heartbeat picked up when he heard that name once again uttered by Atsushi. He leaned his head on the boy’s shoulder, fairly certain that his face also flushed red now.

The two of them sat there, no other words needed as they enjoyed the peaceful moment between them. The sunlight that managed to sneak inside was harsher and brighter. Dazai felt the slight grumble from Atsushi’s stomach and chuckled.

“My kitty is hungry~”

Atsushi elbowed him, more playful than angry. Dazai let go of the boy, letting him rose to his feet and then pulling the taller man up too. As they let themselves fell back to the routine of cooking breakfast together (or more like, Atsushi cooked and Dazai prepared the table), Dazai remembered the dazed look on Atsushi’s face when he woke up.

“Atsushi-kun?” when the boy hummed to let him know that he had heard him, Dazai asked curiously. “What kind of dream do you have? You are really out of it when you wake up.”

“Oh.” Atsushi looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes blinked slowly before he returned to stir the miso soup. “I don’t remember most of it but…”

He turned off the stove and put down the ladle. Atsushi’s eyes watched the steaming soup on the pot as a fond smile appeared on his face. “I think I remembered… a house. It’s a small and humble house, but it looked so welcoming and comforting. I heard the laughter of children, though I can’t remember their faces or what they sounded like. Then…”

Atsushi finally faced him and Dazai’s heart skipped a beat. There was that eyes full of love again, chain of doubt and hesitance melted by the sheer warmth of it. “When I opened the door to that house, you are there Dazai-san. You welcomed me with a hug and words of ‘welcome home’.”

The Dazai from years ago, still weighed by the weight of the black cloak and blinded by bandages on one of his eyes would scoff and thought that it was nothing but a meaningless dream. An impossible dream. The possibility of living that long would bring him nothing but despair.

But now…

Atsushi chuckled bashfully, his cheeks flushed a bit. “I don’t understand why, but it just felt so right to call you ‘Osamu-san’ than ‘Dazai-san’ in that dream. Weird, huh?”

“I think it’s a beautiful dream.” Dazai whispered, his hands shaking so bad that he had to put down the glass on the table.

“I…” it’s rare for him to be left speechless. He wanted to grin and told Atsushi a joke or subtly directed the conversation to other topics. Yet there were words that crawled up his throat and no matter how he tried to swallow them, it kept fought to be uttered. To become more than a mere thought, to be revealed. Dread was the feeling that his instinct tried to warn him, but not even fear could hold it back.

He felt a gentle touch on his hands and Dazai looked down. Atsushi had intertwined their hands, his presence grounding him to the reality within this sudden unknown chaos. He gripped Atsushi’s hands tight, his feet stepped closer and his body moved automatically to hug the boy like a man drowning. He felt hands tracing circles on his back. Not even the haze in his mind could numb his senses for Atsushi when he was so close, so real, in his arms.

Like how the sun chased away the night, Dazai felt the dread slowly unravel from his chest and he finally able to breathe again.

“It would be marvelous…” Dazai whispered, Atsushi’s body in his arms trembled a little. “…if that dream could become a reality.”

Atsushi gripped the back of his pajamas and tightened his embrace. The scenery of breakfast table was something that had become a familiarity to Dazai. It was dreadful thing, to believe. To realize that even he could hope for something. For days that used to be so alien to him.

A wish for this daily life to continue forever more, until the day he finally left this world in peace.

#dazatsu week 2019 #dazatsu #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #fanfic #today's challenge is 'how angsty can I make a fluffy prompt be?'#lolol just kidding #writing from dazai's pov is hell #asdfghjk

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thedevianthunterrk800 · 6 years ago

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Bouquets (Captain Allen x Reader)

For @connorshero‘s writing challenge! Sadie, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “Then maybe it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a few days.” // “Fine with me.”

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: none except some good ol’ angst.

Word Count: 1854

Happy Holidays, guys!!! <3

9:57 PM

He’s late.

He’s more than just late, actually. It’s been almost an hour and a half since he was supposed to come pick you up—or at least call—and yet nothing.

The first time you finally have a date to the annual holiday party at your workplace and of course said date is nowhere to be found.

You’ve already gotten several messages from your coworkers asking when you’ll be coming, if you’re even coming at all, and you don’t know how to reply to them because David is still not here.

The night has been quiet. You doubt he’s out on any secret, life-threatening missions right now.

So why isn’t he returning your calls?

The clock strikes ten and you throw your coat on. You grab your Secret Santa’s present by the door before you hurriedly walk out of the apartment, shooting Allen a message that you went ahead without him, wherever the fuck he is.

Not that he cares, apparently.

You’re fuming on the drive over, cursing yourself for expecting so much from a man you’ve only been seeing for a month. You understand that his job is time-consuming to say the least, and that he barely has time to see you during the week, but you really, really like him.

He’s funny. He’s sweet. He may look cold and gruff on the outside, but you swear nobody gives you warmer hugs.

And when he kisses you? Holds you in his arms and gently lifts you off the ground while his lips mold against yours?

Out of this fucking universe.

Naturally, you’re a little surprised he stood you up like this.

David Allen is a good man, no matter what everyone says. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have agreed to a second, third, or fourth date. You thought everything was going fantastic, that maybe the two of you would soon move in together or something.

Obviously, that isn’t the case.

You must’ve misunderstood something along the way, or perhaps he simply changed his mind without letting you know. Regardless, the two of you have a lot to talk about the next time you—

Hold. On.

“What the fuck?” you hiss, almost slamming the brakes when you catch sight of his car parked outside what appears to be a bar. You quickly make a U-turn at the next light, narrowly missing the curb, before speeding down the street and pulling up behind his fucking sedan.

Jimmy’s Bar.

“You’re fucking dead, David,” you grumble to yourself as you climb out of your coupe. Squaring your shoulders, you march into the dimly-lit bar, which is unsurprisingly crowded with several members of the DPD, the SWAT team included. It doesn’t take you long to find him at one of the tables in the corner. You weave through the crowd, your eyes never leaving Allen’s slightly-flushed face. When you get closer, your stomach drops as betrayal floods your system.

He looks so fucking happy and you hate him for it.

How dare he?

How could he abandon you on the one night you begged him to spend with you? How could he promise you that he’d be there, that he wouldn’t miss it for the world, and then blow you off so he could get drunk at the bar with the people he sees every fucking day?

You see each other once a week if you’re lucky, but even that seems to be too much for him.

Without really thinking, you approach him, place your hand on his shoulder, and grit out, “Having fun?”

He jumps slightly, turning to you with an astonished expression that quickly morphs into amusement.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with an easy grin, wrapping an arm around your waist. To his surprise, you shove him away before spinning on your heel and marching in the opposite direction. He calls your name but you don’t respond, simply wanting to get out of there ASAP.

Allen catches you outside, gently grabbing your arm. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You round on him then, and he takes a half-step back at the look of pure fury on your face. “Do you know what today is?”

“Er… Friday?”

“Right. Friday.”

He stares at you, calculating. You glare back at him and it takes him all of thirty seconds to realize that something is horribly, horribly wrong.

“Check your phone,” you suggest in a clipped tone that has him wincing. However, he does as he’s told and his eyes widen at the wall of notifications that are no doubt covering his screen.

He sees your first message and blanches. “Oh fuck.”

“Yep.”

“I forgot,” he admits shamefully, and you almost laugh at how pointless that realization is right now. You shake your head as you turn around and walk towards your car. As much as you want to go home right now, you don’t want to leave your Secret Santa without their present. Just because your night is ruined doesn’t mean someone else’s should be, too.

He speeds past you and presses his back against your car door, preventing you from climbing in. You pinch the bridge of your nose, your patience wearing thin. “Dave, move.”

“We can still go,” he points out, offering you a smile that you don’t return. That clearly unnerves him because his smile falters and he looks at you nervously. “Look, I know I fucked up—”

You laugh then, shaking your head and he has the audacity to scowl as though you’re the one in the wrong.

“It’s an honest mistake,” he snaps defensively as you roll your eyes at his pathetic excuse.

“Mistake? You’ve known about this party for weeks. I reminded you this morning, but you couldn’t be bothered to check your phone, could you?”

“I was busy. Sorry I don’t check my phone every fucking second to entertain you.”

You recoil as if you’ve been slapped. What, so this is somehow your fault? Him forgetting an important date is something that is miraculously your own doing?

“You could have called,” you whisper, your voice sounding distant even to you. Allen doesn’t respond for a while and when you glance up, you see him staring off to the side, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I was at work,” he eventually grumbles, still not looking at you. “I don’t… I don’t always have time for shit like this.”

...shit like this, huh?

You grit your teeth. Fine. Fucking fine. If he doesn’t want to make time, then why should you?

Clenching your fists beside you so hard that your fingernails leave crescent indents on your palm, you snarl, “Then maybe it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a few days.”

He doesn’t even blink. “Fine with me.”

And with that, he shoves himself off your car and stalks back into the bar without even throwing you a backwards glance.

With shaking hands, you get into your coupe and drive away.

“Flowers for you,” a pleasant voice says, and a bouquet of roses is unceremoniously thrust in your face. You accept the flowers with a stammer of thanks. The Android receptionist beams at you before returning to her desk.

The card attached reads, ‘It’s been a few days.’

There’s no name, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who they’re from.

Your first instinct is to throw the damn thing away, but you can’t find it in your heart to waste something so beautiful. Instead, you walk around the office handing each and every one of your coworkers a rose until you’re only left with the plastic wrapper that once held the stems together.

You don’t call him that evening either.

The next day, he sends over a large teddy bear with no note. You give it to your pregnant coworker who squeals with glee at the sight of the adorable giant plush that you want nothing to do with.

The day after is December 23rd, two days before Christmas and an entire week after that fateful night outside Jimmy’s Bar. You initially planned to spend the holidays with him, but, well, life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to.

With a sigh, you wonder what nonsense he’ll send you this time. Whatever it is, you hope it won’t be as obnoxious as the others, which have gotten you more attention from the office than you need or want.

At around noon that day, you get a call from the reception desk about another delivery and you roll your eyes.

You expect Allen to have sent something obnoxious, maybe five more bouquets of flowers, and you’re only partially correct.

You have indeed received some flowers, but just one bouquet.

The delivery man is the true surprise.

“Hey,” greets Allen, holding out the red and white carnations for you to take. Hesitantly, you do so and you don’t miss the way his hand brushes against yours.

“What are you doing here?” you ask in lieu of a greeting and he only sighs.

Scratching the back of his head, he mutters, “Just wanted to see you.”

“Right.”

“Look, let me take you out to lunch and—”

“I’m busy,” you retort without missing a beat, only feeling slightly guilty at the way his face falls at your immediate rejection. Before you lose your nerve, you add, “I don’t always have time for shit like this.”

He lets out a small laugh and holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I deserve that.”

“You really do,” you agree. Then you bite your lip. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“How can you forget?”

“I’m a dumbass,” Allen admits readily, as though he’s been thinking it all week. You don’t know this, but that’s exactly the case.

You smile a little, and his eyes soften at the sight. “You are.”

He reaches out and takes your hand. You subconsciously move closer and he grins. “Can I make it up to you?”

It’s so difficult to stay mad at him, especially when deep down you know you’ve missed his sorry ass terribly. It doesn’t help that he looks and sounds so damn sincere and apologetic. It would be infinitely easier to stay pissed if he hadn’t spent the past few days sending you apology gifts and now, visiting you and offering to make things better.

Wordlessly, you walk over to the reception desk to deposit the flowers. Allen follows you worriedly, already promising that he won’t ever forget another date, but you quickly cut him off with a deep, indulgent kiss that leaves him speechless.

You pull away just as he begins to return the favor and he growls a little when you block his lips with your palm.

“I’m off in two hours. Be ready to sweep me off my feet.”

With bright eyes, he nods eagerly and presses a soft kiss on the palm still covering his mouth.

The two of you spend the holidays together, and on New Year’s Eve, he asks you to move in.

One year later, he proposes right there in front of the reception desk.

#SADIES1.1KHOLIDAYWC #captain allen x reader #daddy allen #daddy allen unit #writing challenge #my fics

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bringmecoffeeandroses · 6 years ago

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jaaryl

Oh, Lord.

Okay, let’s do this thing:

1. Who likes to sit in the other’s lap?

Paul, definitely.

He really enjoys the first few times he does it to Daryl when Daryl looks up at him like he can’t quite figure out how Paul got there from A to B but isn’t about to question it.

The first time he sits in Aaron’s lap, it’s almost alarming how red he turns. He…probably should have given him some warning, given the small, “Oh!” that came out of Aaron but the blush never really goes away, no matter how many times he does it.

2. On a cold day, who likes to snuggle up to the other?

SNUGGLE PILE.

No, really, these three snuggle all the time and I have many feelings on the subject.

Daryl is an actual touch-starved person. Like he puts on that it’s this big ridiculous thing that he’s only reluctantly apart of? No, that boy is the epitome of five-more-minutes and must-be-touching-most-of-your-person while cuddling.

Meanwhile, Paul is a firm outside-position-cuddler. This is partially because he doesn’t always tie his hair back in bed and there have been “incidents”…Mostly involving one of them eating or being tickled by his hair, but also one very special occasion where a hand got tangled. (Also, big spoon/Jetpacking!Paul is a wonderful thing.)

Then there’s Aaron, who is by far the best cuddler among them. He’s like a giant teddy bear,the easiest person in the world to receive/give physical affection from merely because he is so warm and concerned with how comfortable you are.

3. Who cooks the food and who does the dishes?

Daryl mostly cooks with Aaron occasionally taking a turn. Paul’s on dish duty.

4. How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet?

Paul (about Aaron/Daryl): Aaron’s the most considerate man I’ve ever been with. I mean, he’s gone through a lot but he’s really and truly one of the strongest and most gentle people I know. He deserves to be happy and I think…I think we do that for him. We try. Daryl is a little more complicated. He can seem pretty tough, like he doesn’t need anyone or anything, but it’s not true. He just…loves intensely and knows what it’s like to be the one left standing. That kind of love, it’s harder to understand, but once you do? You’re not gonna let it go. I won’t.

Aaron (about Daryl/Paul): Daryl’s a little rough around the edges but he’s also the most loyal man I know.He’s got good instincts about people and when he lets them in…they’re his. He’d die for his people in a heartbeat. You just hang on and accept it…and, if you’re Paul and I, you make him yours too. Paul has that kind of energy, you know. Peaceful. Mischievous. You talk to him for a few minutes and it’s the most comfortable you’ll ever feel around someone. He’s got a lot more going on though. It’s never difficult but you can see him making every effort to make it easy. It took a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to let things go and accept we were here for the long haul.

Daryl (about Paul/Aaron): They’re both fucking ridiculous, man. One day, after we’d gone on some scoutin’ mission north of Hilltop, Paul gives some idiot line about how, if one of us don’t come back, ain’ none of us comin’ back ‘cause we’re all ‘Ride or Die and Too Dumb to Fly’ and he and Aaron start laughing their asses off. S’pose that’s more Paul, he’s been a little shit from day one, but it was the first time I’d see Aaron really laugh since he lost Eric. Think that’s when I knew, lookin’ at the two of ‘em.

IDK where that Daryl one went, don’t mind me.

5. Who is more likely to kiss their partner on their forehead?

Aaron. He’s easily the most expressive between the three when it comes to kissing in public and it’s always small, sweet gestures like a forehead/nose kisses. However, though you definitely didn’t ask, Paul is a blatant cheek kisser – greetings, good mornings, “you look adorable” moments? You get a patented Paul Rovia cheek kiss and it is the sweetestthing.

6. Who makes a scrapbook of all their memories to give to their partner for a special event? Ex- anniversary, birthday, etc.

Aaron. Taking pictures is a thing with Aaron and, while he doesn’t take pictures of everything, you better believe he’s got a scrapbook already handy of the best part of his life with Paul/Daryl.

7. Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?

SCOUTING MISSIONS FTW!

8. Who would want to take cute pictures for Instagram?

Aaron, hands down.

9. Who would most likely call their partner, dude, babe and idiot, all in the same sentence?

I can’t see Daryl saying dude. Between Aaron and Paul, I lean towards Paul.

10. How do they let their loved ones know they are dating?

This one is harder for me to say because I don’t really have a headcanon for who hooks up first, Aaron and Daryl or Aaron and Paul or Daryl and Paul. But I guess one couple is already a couple in my mind and everyone is aware - if only by simple observation - that they are a couple before they propose a poly relationship with whomever that person is. At that point, maybe they explain themselves? For convenience sake?

IDK, or maybe they just decide not to give a fuck what anyone else thinks.

11. Who breaks out in a dance when they hear their favorite song and who joins their partner dancing no matter what they are currently doing?

If Paul is being a particularly light-hearted idiot and starts dancing out of the blue, Aaron is the easiest to convince to join. He’s kind of horrible at it - has all the dad moves that scream awkward white guy - but his eyes brighten and he throws himself into it without shame. Daryl, on the other hand, does not immediately jump in. However, leaving him on the sidelines is not an option that either Aaron or Paul like, so one or both if them will come over and grab his hand. He bitches and moans the whole way but eventually goes along with it because they’re happy and that’s reason enough.

12. If they each went to go buy an outfit for one another, what would they get?

I take your “boyfriends buy my outfit” challenge and raise you Aaron, Daryl, and Paul buying each other ugly Christmas sweaters. Like, the worst things imaginable. Paul’s has a picture of Jesus in a party hat, holding a candy cane with the words BIRTHDAY BOY written above him. Daryl has one with a stuffed, mounted deer head, a wreath around it’s neck and ornaments hanging from its antlers. Aaron’s, probably the best of them all, has a pair of well-proportioned ornaments with the words JINGLE BALLS written in glitter. (It also lights up.)

Up to you who gave which to whom.

13. Who still blushes when their partner compliments them?

Aaron, more than anyone. Not deep blushes but frequent pinks cheeks for him.

14. What memories do they share together that will stay with them forever?

Two men alone in a car with the smell of cigarette smoke and rotting corpses beating their hands on the outside, eyes locked in agreement as they decide together; sitting on the stairs, looking down at the familiar face behind a gun, and smiling; a man in quiet admiration in an open field as another man gives a well-placed kick that takes down three walkers, a grin present on the man’s face as he teases him; one man, on his knees with grief on an empty grave as another man sits next to him and pulls him close; two men across from him, both sounding certain and optimistic as resounding hope makes his stomach do somersaults; three men in bed with their limbs tangled, half asleep, still muttering drowsy I love yous and leaving kisses wherever their mouths land

15. Who would dedicate a song to their partner at a karaoke night? Bonus - what song would it be and why?

I’ve mentioned this before, but karaoke night is alllllll Paul (and possible Daryl if he gets drunk enough). I can just see them doing a duet of Hurts So Good by John Mellencamp and dedicating it to a very red and sober Aaron. (Sidenote, why is it always 80s music and Aaron?)

Thanks for the ask, sweets!

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#JAARYL #Desus #Daaron #Jaaron #TWD #asks #send me things #ask meme

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thisspaceintentionallyleftblank · 6 years ago

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Try, Try Again (pt. 2)

Hi all! Chapter 1 of this fic got a really positive reception, so I’d like to make sure I thank everyone that left a like or a nice comment. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Also, I’ve got an AO3 account now, so this fic should be available there as well sometime soon.

(Chapter 1)

Chapter 2 (2847 words)

“Ok, good buddy,” Rex gestured down the ship’s cavernous hallway. “Let me give you the tour.” Emmet nodded mutely, and the two began walking deeper into the bowels of the ship.

It was a truly awesome sight. Emmet felt like he couldn’t even begin to describe how incredibly cool this ship was. Everything around him seemed to whir and buzz and shine. Even the floor beneath him hummed in time with the heartbeat of the engines, their electrical power streaking around him in bundles of glowing conduits. High above them, the looming ceiling was nearly obscured by a network of criss-crossing catwalks, upon which amorphous, shadowy figures were moving quickly back and forth.

“Are those,” he asked dumbfoundedly, “real velociraptors?”

“Oh yeah.” Rex replied with a sly smile. “Turns out, raptors make a killer spaceship crew. You’ll get the chance to meet most of them while you’re here.”

Emmet squealed in excitement. “Really?!”

“Yup,” Rex answered as they turned a corner, entering an even larger room. “This,” he explained, “is the main hangar bay.” Around them, multiple small spacecrafts sat scattered about, all of them in various stages of completion. Huddled around one of them was a group of raptors, clearly hard at work repairing the little ship.

“Could I- Can I go meet them?” Emmet asked, pointing as subtly as he could towards the dinosaurs.

“Of course! Why don’t we get some introductions out of the way?” Rex clapped a hand onto Emmet’s shoulder and steered him over towards the maintenance crew.

“Emmet,” Rex started, “I’d like you to meet Reacher, Mace and Jean-Claude.” He turned to the raptors. “You three, I’d like you to meet Emmet.”

The raptors screeched back various greetings; although, the one wearing a welding helmet, presumably Jean-Claude, was rather muffled.

“Hey everybody,” Emmet gushed. “I’m like, super pumped to meet all of you.”

The raptors smiled up at Emmet as friendly as they could. Being velociraptors, their smiles consisted mostly of bared serrated teeth and a sense of predatory instinct, but Emmet didn’t really seem to mind.

“Alright, time to move along.” Rex began leading Emmet out another door in the hanger bay. “Keep up the good work, crew,” he shouted over his shoulder as they exited.

“Where are we heading now?” Emmet asked.

“The main surveillance room. It would take to long to show you every place on this ship, so I figured we could save sometime by heading there.”

At the end of this hallway sat a set of elevator doors. Rex pressed the button marked “up” and, no sooner than he had done so, the doors flung themselves open. Stepping inside, Emmet could see yet another raptor. Eagerly he hopped into the elevator carriage to introduce himself.

“Hey, there!” Emmet crowed. “My name’s Emmet. What’s yours?”

“SHARON.”

“It’s super nice to meet you, Sharon. Where do yo-” Emmet choked mid-sentence, as the elevator had begun ascending at an incredibly rapid pace. Above the door, the floor numbers were dinging on and off in a frenzy. Trying not to fall over, Emmet reached out, grabbing onto Rex’s vest.

Rex, who was seemingly have no issues maintaining his balanced, chortled. “Sorry buddy, probably should have warned you about the Veloci-Lifts, huh?”

Emmet didn’t trust himself enough to open his mouth, so he settled for a few, vigorous nods.

When the elevator finally stopped, Emmet staggered off, still clutching onto Rex with one hand. Behind them, Sharon pressed another button inside the lift and the thing took off with a tremendous whoosh, soaring still higher into the ship.

Once he’d regained his bearings, Emmet began to notice that this floor seemed to be filled with nothing but large, swiveling monitors, each of them twisting to look at the two new arrivals. In the center of the room, another raptor sat comfortably in a desk chair, munching away on a doughnut.

“This is the surveillance room?” Emmet asked in a subdued whisper.

Rex nodded, and pointed Emmet towards one of the larger screens. The image was kind of grainy, but he could still make out a room filled with shelves and cabinets that the raptors were navigating around with mixed success. “This here is weapon hangar 37, where I keep all the laser guns that go ‘pew-pew’, and this,” he tapped at the screen and the image flickered to a slightly different room, “is weapon hanger 432, where I keep the laser guns that go ‘neee-yow’.”

“An important distinction,” Emmet concurred heartily.

Rex tapped the screen again, and this time the image shifted to show a large auditorium. A wide, blank screen hung in front of the cushy-looking seats, most of which were filled with members of the crew.

“A movie theatre?” Emmet asked eagerly. “Do you guys have the film adaptation of ‘Honey, Where Are My Pants?’”

“That’s a hard no.” Rex shot Emmet a sidelong glance. “We only stock cool, mature films. You know, PG-13 kinda stuff.”

“That’s pretty hardcore.”

“Heh, not as hardcore as this!” The image changed again, revealing a smaller room stocked with a variety of workout machines and dumbells. Raptors in headbands and legwarmers were diligently lifting their weights and helping spot each other.

“Man,” Emmet muttered as he leaned in to look at the monitor curiously. “Those raptors must be really strong.”

“Pshh, not really,” Rex explained. “I had to get rid of all my really heavy weights because they were making it too hard for the ship to take off.” Rex flexed, displaying his substantial biceps and inadvertently leaning against the screen.

“Wow! Do you really have a slide in here?” Emmet cried, staring at the new image with eager fascination. “How fun is it?”

“Excuse me? Nothing on this ship is fun, kid. That right there is a tactical chute, which is way, way tougher than a slide.”

Emmet didn’t look particularly convinced. “What exactly makes it tougher?”

“I painted flames on the side.”

“That doesn’t-”

“Moving on,” Rex pressed the screen more forcefully than was perhaps necessary. “Here’s the barracks.” On screen, a number of raptors were shown sleeping peacefully in their bunks. The resolution wasn’t the best, but Emmet thought one might have been holding a teddy bear. He leaned in to look closer, but the image changed again too quickly to tell for sure.

“What’s this one?” Emmet asked. The new room had been nicely furnished with a sitting area, a kitchenette, and a few vending machines. It looked almost out of place considering the other rooms he’d seen.

“Oh, that’s just the break room.” Rex grumbled. “It’s super un-tough, so you won’t spend much time in there.”

“Why do you have it?”

“Eh, it was one of the raptor union requirements.” Rex shrugged half-heartedly. “I didn’t want to fight them on it. Plus it got Conan to stop using my mini-fridge.”

Emmet nodded seriously. “I see. I see.”

“Oh, here we go,” Rex declared as the image shifted into an aerial view of a huge room, filled to the brim with dinosaurs working at computer stations. “This is the main control bridge. We’ll be heading up there next.”

Emmet groaned. “You mean we’ll have to take the elevator again?” Rex just laughed in response and started pulling Emmet back towards the lift doors.

This time, Emmet managed to get ahold of the handrail before the lift started screaming its way upwards. Now that he wasn’t tipping over, the ride was a lot more enjoyable. It was a little bit like a roller coaster even.

Seeing the doofy grin plastered across Emmet’s face, Rex couldn’t help but think back to the first time he’d met himself. That version of Emmet had been just as impressed by the ship, the cool gadgets, and even Rex himself. It was validating in a way, to know that Rex had succeeding in becoming the best, the coolest, and the most ideal-est version of himself. For a brief moment, he considered the possibility of just staying on the ship with Emmet. Maybe this time, things would go right. This time, Emmet would see that Rex was right.

No, Rex thought, his smirk sinking into sneer. I won’t make the same mistakes twice. I’m Rex Dangervest. I don’t scare away from a tough situation or a risky plan. I’m tough enough to do this.

Eventually, the elevator came to a halt, and the doors hissed open to reveal the bridge. A few raptors looked over at their arrival curiously, but the majority remained focused on their work. Behind the rows of desks and computer monitors, the giant window displayed a picturesque view of the harsh desert outside.

“Oh my G-O-S-H gosh!” Emmet cried. “This is the coolest moment of my life. Which is saying something, because I once saved the world.”

Rex snorted, before quickly regaining his composure. “Emmet, I’d like you to meet the best pilots in the universe. I’d trust each and everyone of them with my life. Except for Rambo.” Rex turned to glare at a raptor standing at the water cooler who returned his gaze with equal animosity.

“Ooooo-kay, then.” Emmet sidled past Rex and began peering at the main console. “Man,” he exclaimed. “I never realized how many buttons a spaceship came with. Benny would love this!” He turned to look back at Rex. “Can I press any of them?”

“You can press any of them that you want. That’s part of being tough, Emmet. Taking control of a situation and just pressing every single button your little heart desires.”

Gleefully, Emmet practically danced up and down the dash, pressing nearly every button available. Each one seemed to beep or glow in their own unique manner, which only served to delight him further.

“Okay,” he panted. “What did I actually do?”

“Nothing.” Rex replied.

“What?” Emmet’s delighted grin dropped.

“The ship’s grounded, Emmet.”

“Oh,” Emmet chuckled, “I mean, yeah. I knew that. Obviously.”

The lift doors suddenly clattered open, interrupting Emmet’s poor attempt at saving face. A raptor stepped out into the room, carrying a bundle of something over to where Emmet and Rex were standing.

“Good work, Ripley.” Rex took the delivery from her, holding it up to reveal a dark blue uniform with a bright orange swatch across it.

“Whoa,” Emmet couldn’t help but admire how cool the outfit was. “What is it?”

“It’s your spacesuit, Emmet.” Rex rolled his eyes. “You can’t honestly expect to travel on this ship without one, right?” He pushed the suit into Emmet’s hands. “Now why don’t you go try it on?”

Beside him, Ripley screeched. “FOLLOW ME.”

“This is gonna look so awesome,” Emmet muttered to himself as he followed Ripley into the lift.

As he watched them leave, Rex’s smile faded, his expression quickly taking on a more serious complection.

“Bullet,” he called out, and a raptor with a clipboard and headset came over to stand by his side. “I need to talk to you about… The Contingency Plan.”

“THE ONE WHERE WE RUN AWAY, GET CONCEALING FACIAL HAIR, ADOPT NEW NAMES AND ACCENTS, AND BEGIN A NEW LIFE AS NON-TRADITIONAL COLLEGE STUDENTS, OR DO YOU MEAN THE OTHER CONTINGENCY PLAN?”

Rex stared blankly for a moment. “I- I obviously mean the other one.” He fixed Bullet with a scruntixing look, “Is that first plan even one I’ve ever suggested?”

“NO,” Bullet replied, “BUT I THOUGHT IT’D BE HELPFUL TO CLARIFY.”

Rex sighed, running a hand down his face. “Of course, you did.” He turned to face the raptor. “Could you just... write down the actual plan? I need all the raptor on board to be ready to go when I give the signal.”

“GOT IT, BOSS.”

Bullet walked back to her station, scribbling furiously at her clipboard and leaving Rex alone with his thoughts. Emmet seemed to be enjoying his time on the Rexcelsior, which was good. And the raptors had all been briefed on the general plan, so that they all knew what needed to be done in order to toughen Emmet up. This new plan for Our-mom-aggedon was perfect. Utterly flawless. Rex had only established The Contingency Plan because he’d more than learned his lesson about planning for unlikely outcomes. That’s why, he thought to himself. That’s the only reason.

“Hey, Rex!” Emmet leapt out of the elevator, and, watching him nearly bouncing in excitement, the smile came back to Rex’s face easily. “Rex,” Emmet asked, “do I look tough yet?”

“That’s an affirmative, buddy.”

Emmet beamed. “Do you have a spacesuit too? What does yours look like? Are you going to put it on?”

“Well,” Rex shrugged. “Mine’s pretty much the same as yours, except that I won’t be needing mine.”

Confusion twisted Emmet’s brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t stick around, kid. I just came onboard to give you the tour. The raptors are gonna take care of the rest.” Rex smiled genially, hoping to less the disappointment.

“Oh,” Emmet’s face fell. “I was… really hoping that we’d hang out some more, that’s all.”

“Well,” Rex forced out an upbeat tone. “That’s just the way it’s gotta be. I mean, after all, someone’s gotta tell your friends that you didn’t just run off, right?”

“I guess that’s a good point.” Emmet’s crestfallen expression seemed at odds with his agreement. Once again, Rex entertained the tempting notion of staying on the ship. After all, training Emmet seemed a much more welcoming task than stepping foot into Apocalypseburg.

“Well,” Rex found himself saying. “Even though I can’t stay, we can still maintain communication with each other.” Striding over to one of the equipment cabinets bookending the dash, he opened the door and retrieved two radios.

“Here’s yours.” Rex passed one of the devices to Emmet. “The raptors all know how to use them so, uh, if you have any questions then just ask anyone.”

“Thanks, Rex.” Emmet looked down at the radio with adoration. Abruptly though, his expression shifted slightly as a new thought occurred to him.

“Hey Rex, uh, just for curiosity's sake, how long is the toughness seminar supposed to last?”

“A week,” Rex answered quickly. “Uh, give or take, that is. It depends on you really. But,” he grinned widely and leaned closer towards him, “you’re a pretty fast learner, right?”

“I’ll do my best!” Emmet returned Rex’s smile.

“I know, buddy.” Rex straightened himself and turned towards Ripley, who had been getting uncomfortable standing there unaddressed for so long. “Meet me in the super secret antechamber in two minutes. Bring the stuff.”

“ON IT, BOSS,” Ripley screeched and trotted out of the room.

“Hey, what was-”

“Emmet,” Rex interrupted. “I’m giving you free range of the ship starting now, okay?”

“Really?” His previous question vanished from Emmet’s mind, quickly superseded by the literal stars in his eyes.

“Really.” Rex gestured towards the elevator. “Now, why don’t you go make yourself at home.”

“Ok, Rex.” Emmet ran back into the elevator. “I won’t let you dow-!” His shout was cut off abruptly as the doors slammed themselves shut.

Taking a moment to steel himself, Rex began making his way to the super secret antechamber. The ship didn’t really have many private rooms, but this one had been necessary. After all, only a fool would leave relics lying out in the open.

With a practiced hand, Rex found the false panel in hallway 2-J and tapped out the intricate keycode. The panel receded into the surrounding wall, creating an opening into the dark room. As he stepped inside, the lights flicked on, revealing his motley collection.

The most prominent object, resting in the center of the room on a raised table, was a large permanent marker. The black, felt-tipped pen had been crucial for Rex’s transformation, but it wasn’t what he was looking for right now. Instead, it was a nearby tall plastic vial that housed the substance that Rex needed - yellow paint.

His hand steady, Rex dipped the applicator into the viscous liquid and, turning to a close by reflective panel for a mirror, applied the paint carefully, so as to hide his new facial features. With broad strokes he covered up his stubble, thinned out his eyebrows, and obscured his sharp cheekbones.

Next, he brushed his hair. He’d long since lost his hairbrush, so he used his fingers as best he could to part his disheveled mop of hair into the same, neat style he’d worn for so many years.

Moments later, Ripley entered the room, carrying with her the final piece of his disguise.

“Perfect,” Rex murmured as he took Emmet’s work clothes from her. “Excellent work.”

“OF COURSE.” Ripley screeched, and turned to leave.

It only took a few seconds for Rex to shrug on the new clothes, leaving his own in a heap on the floor. His new plan was finally beginning to come together now.

He stole one more look into the mirror before he left.

Emmet looked back at him with an unreadable expression.

We won’t have to do things the hard way this time, Emmet, he thought, not unless you force my hand again.

#the lego movie 2 #lego movie 2 #tlm2 #tlm2 spoilers #rex dangervest #emmet brickowski #more characters will show up next chapter I promise #also im serious about the nice comments and stuff #that really meant the world to me #<3

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In Which They Hear Wedding Bells

Summary: hi! the reader gets bucky - who she has a flirty relationship with - to be her date to a wedding. everyone thinks they're finally actually dating but she denies everything, not knowing bucky actually loves her. throughout the wedding which is filled with flirting, funny comments, and lovesick gazes, the pair are soon brought to a funny situation which leads to feelings being confessed.

Request: by the queen, @slowly-but-shurley.

Warnings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Fluff.

Note: This is gonna be a toughie one! I literally know nothing about fluff. Oh well, YOLO. Hope you guys enjoyed this! Also, I haven’t seen Infinity War yet so I beg you, NO SPOILERS.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”

Waking up your best friend in the mornings was no easy task, especially if he was a brooding man — who was secretly a teddy bear underneath. Despite having lived together for about three years, that man surprised you with his ability to sleep for so long.

Unfortunately, today was not the right time to be despising the mornings. So you worked hard on waking up Bucky. That included banging pots and pans, jumping on the bed, and poking his cheek. All the while taking a five minute break at intervals to put magnets on his metal arm.

This continued for about twenty minutes until the most perfect idea rushed through your very thoughts. It was a flawless plan. Shuffling closer, you whispered in his ear, “Steve’s in the kitchen, he brought donuts.”

In an instant, Bucky opened his eyes. The blanket that he held onto so tightly fell down to his waist as he sat up straight, revealing the lean chest of his that left you gaping for air. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, “Steve?”

You averted your eyes to his face. Shaking your head, “Nope. Just me.”

Bucky leaned closer to you. He stretched his arm out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand then fall to your jaw ever so gently before whispering, “Just you, huh?”

The both of you stayed like that for a second, just staring intently into each other’s eyes, until you realized what you two were doing and jumped away from his grasp. Clearing your throat and straightening your posture right away. “You should— uhm— get ready. The car will be here soon.”

Without even waiting for his reply, you scurried off to your room to get changed. Contrary to popular belief, you actually got ready faster than Bucky. In fact, it was about twenty-five minutes until he joined you in the kitchen where you were munching on an apple.

There he stood, smelling sweet of aftershave and lemons, clad in a dark tux that had you drooling. Walking over to him, you smoothened the creases in his suit, then looked up to him and said with a smile, “You look very handsome, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted to the dress you wore, grinning at how perfectly it captured the essence of your beauty. On instinct, he placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. “And you look very beautiful today.”

You settled your head on his chest, loving the faint noise of his heart beating. It seemed as though the both of you were swaying to a silent rhythm slowly. “I can’t believe Nat and Bruce are getting married. I’m so happy for them.”

You two snap out of your trance and leap out of each other’s hold as a loud honking noise blasted from outside the quaint house you shared together.

Bucky gave you another one of his precious smiles, and offered you his arm to hold. “Ready, doll?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” With that, you took his hand and you both sped off the the limousine that Tony sent to pick you up. It was sweet, you thought, for Stark to pay for all the expenses for today’s event. But knowing him, everything must’ve been extravagant.

It was about four hours before you arrived to the church. It was small yet adorned with the prettiest of flowers you’ve ever seen. There wasn’t one person who passed by you that wasn’t a familiar face. There were the Avengers, of course. The extended too. And some agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. with Nick Fury.

Sudden pressure was at the side of your head. It appeared to be Bucky placing a flower in your ear — so happened to be the one you favored most. In surprise and awe, you gasped, “Bucky! I’m not sure you can do that.”

“Who cares?” He mumbled, slipping his arm back around your waist again.

It was still quite early so you hang around the front of the church, gathering with some of the new arrivals and having a little chat. Some of them you haven’t seen for weeks. One of them was Steve Rogers.

Bucky and Steve slipped into a conversation right away. The joy in Bucky’s face made you smile — although you might’ve looked like a creepy person to an outsider, just staring at the side of his face. Steve saw this but only beamed happily.

“So I take it Bucky finally asked you out?” Steve gestured to the minimal amount of space you had apart. “I never thought he’d actually do it. Man, you should hear the way he talks about you.”

At his words, Bucky began coughing awkwardly, the color pink already tinting his cheeks. He shook his head violently.

You thought this was a sign of help so you gave Steve a smile in reply. “No, we’re not dating. Though, I want to hear what Bucky has been saying about me. Nothing bad, I hope.”

“Oh, it’s all good. In fact—” Steve was interrupted by another series of Bucky’s violent coughs, only this time it was added with a dark glare. Steve grinned but nodded, “You know, I think Sharon’s calling me. I got to go.”

Once he left, you immediately turned to Bucky with a devilish smirk. “I never thought you were one to backstab a friend, Barnes. What did you say to him?”

He only shook his head once more, smiling as he pulled you to the crowd that was heading inside the church. “That you burn the food every time and are a very bad roommate.”

The wedding itself was magical. Natasha’s entrance was just perfection, it definitely showed a vulnerable side to her that you adored. You didn’t want to admit it, but the ceremony had you crying. Unfortunately, Bucky saw this and chuckled at your state.

“I didn’t know you could cry,” He whispered, scooting closer to you.

You smacked his chest out of the emotional overload. Wiping away the tears — which might’ve ruined your makeup — you said, “Shut up. Don’t tell me you won’t cry at your own wedding.”

“I don’t think I’ll have my own wedding, doll.” He muttered lowly, the familiar rasp sending chills down your spine.

“And why not?” You whipped your head to turn to him, eyes widening at his answer.

Bucky took a moment before answering you, sighing deeply as he could before staring at you. “Because the woman I like doesn’t feel the same way.”

The reception came in no time, pretty soon everyone was piling into their cars and to the place Tony rented out for the feast. And man, did it not disappoint. For such a small crowd, it was rather big with chandeliers everywhere and spaces big enough for a giant.

Nonetheless, the buffet was amazing. Once the wine was being served, you downed every single glass. By the eighth glass, you struggled to walk properly and form a coherent sentence. Exactly why Bucky almost had a heart attack when he saw you on the dance floor, jumping and dancing off-beat to some random pop song.

“Bucky!” You squealed, latching onto him as you tripped over your own feet trying to sway to the music. Giggling like a lunatic, “Knock knock!”

“Who’s there?” He smiled, catching you by the waist as he straightened you up.

“Banana!” You snorted, laughing even though the punch line wasn’t delivered yet. However everything right now was hilarious, like the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you — it was fairly ticklish at the moment.

“You’re so drunk right now,” He said, twirling you around. “Alright. Banana who?”

“Knock knock!” You slurred, laughing yet again when Bucky lowered you a bit to dip you.

“Who’s the—”

“Banana!” As if he were a child, you squeezed Bucky’s cheeks together. “Knock knock!”

“This is getting old, doll.” He said, playfully swatting your hands away.

Then you pouted, sniffling as if you were about to cry. Then Bucky laughed, “Damn it, doll. Don’t cry. Okay, okay. I’ll play. Who’s there?”

“Orange!” You gasped in shock, widening your eyes in surprise of your own words.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, wondering if you actually knew how to tell the joke. “Orange who?”

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” You wheezed, snorting like a pig a couple of times, holding Bucky for support as you laughed the night away.

In the midst of your giggles, Bucky cupped your face with his hand, whispering to you as he did so, “Did I already tell you, you look very beautiful today?”

“This is the second time.” You smiled, holding up four fingers.

“Y/N, I li—”

“Y/N! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Wanda Maximoff gained your attention as she parted through the mass of people. Once she reached you guys, she turned to Bucky, “Hey, can I borrow her for a while?”

“Careful. She turns back into an ogre at midnight.” Bucky said.

At his words, you immediately gasped all the while Wanda led you to where Natasha was. “Oh my God. I’m Cinderella!”

It took you a while to realize that Nat was right in front of you. And when you did, you squealed. “Oh my God. It’s a princess!”

Wanda and Nat instantly found themselves laughing. Though, it was Nat who recovered first and she leaned towards you, looking all business-like. “Y/N, babe, we gotta ask. Are you and Bucky dating?”

“We’re just friends,” You slurred, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, widening your eyes in fascination for no apparent reason. “Best friends.”

“Wanda,” Nat chuckles. “Y/N says they’re just best friends. That’s a load of crap.”

When they were sent into another laughing frenzy, you sighed exasperatedly. “Guys, I’m serious. We’re just two friends who live with each other.”

That didn’t seem to calm them down at all, it seemed to only fuel their energy to laugh at you even further. You were about to defend your dignity again when you caught sight of Bucky scampering to the garden with some random girl.

Something unknown started to course through your veins, pushing you to chase after them. In long, angry strides you reached the garden in no time, not even noticing the freezing night air.

You didn’t even comprehend what was happening until your fist met someone’s face, a feminine voice shrieking and running away. Bucky turned to you, gaping with disbelief. “Y/N, what the hell?”

You stared at him for a while, not really knowing what happened until the bile in your throat rose up and the stinging pain in your hand appeared. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Running to a dark and secluded spot, you threw up the entire contents of your stomach. Seeing the remnants of lobster and strawberry had you puking even more. All the while, Bucky was holding your hair back. “Are you alright, doll?”

You shook your head, wiping away the remainder of vomit. Then you stared at him with a really confusing set of emotions. “I hate you.”

“What?”

“I hate your stupid, attractive face. I hate your stupid smile. I hate your stupid six pack. I hate your stupid, perfect hair. I hate your stupid eyeliner. I hate that you’ll never feel the same way. I hate that I like you so damn much. I hate—”

You could have gone on forever — and most likely embarrass yourself — but Bucky slapped a hand over you mouth, grinning like a madman. “This is the part where I kiss you. But I’ll save that for later because vomit isn’t my thing.”

“I still hate you.” You said when he removed his hand, breathless from the intensity of Bucky’s stare.

“I still love you.” Bucky whispered, secretly trying not to inhale the scent of alcohol and puke on you but he couldn’t stand the thought of being far from you. “You better remember this in the morning.”

“I’ll always remember you, Buck.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck only to furrow your eyebrows. “Who was that girl earlier?”

“That, doll, was the owner of the place. She wanted to get an autograph from you. I think she got more than she bargained for.” Bucky said, restraining the urge to laugh.

“I feel so bad now,” You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he pulled you closer.

“It’s alright. We can go and chase her before she has us kicked out.” Bucky grinned.

“You have to carry me though, my heels are killing me.” You said, already taking your shoes off, squealing at the feel of grass directly on your feet.

“Of course, doll.” He said, turning around and bending slightly to give you a piggyback ride. “Anything you want.”

Once he had his arms under your legs, you settled your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you aren’t a fan of events like this.”

“No problem, doll.” Bucky replied, walking on as if there wasn’t a person hanging on his back like a monkey.

“I’d go anywhere with you.”

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