#and btw yes the first one does still count as comfort. to me

[radioroxx]

Perhaps some Isabeau being comforted as well?

isa comfort was gonna appear in the og post but i. didnt like the sketch so i scrapped it mb

so heres two to make up for it :)

[ashtxrie]

submitted 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen maknaes as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen maknaes x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total HYUNG LINE VER.

김선우 — kim sunoo

candy hearts, spotify playlists, good morning texts, easy laughter, crescent smiles

in high school, sunoo's known as being super friendly and sociable

and because of that, he has a ton of friends

like he basically knows everyone

you and sunoo have definitely talked before, and you may have had a teensy tiny crush on him from your... downward of five interactions

he's kind of like your hallway crush!

however, you DON'T know that he has had a crush on you for FOREVER

like a MASSIVE one! SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

and his friends are SICK AND TIRED of hearing about it

man's dedicated because he really saw you in every single one of your phases and STILL decides to like you. he's a real one

he's so whipped like he's hitting up the group chat (named "en- gang" by riki btw) at 1 in the morning being like

"GUESS WHAT?!!! she smiled at me today ☺️ i forgot to tell you all"

everyone is so done

"did you talk to her though"

"NO. i'm getting there"

"all you did was make eye contact for the past month be srs rn"

so one day jay and jungwon (your mutual friends), who were in the same english class as you both, were feeling DEVIOUS

it was the fall semester final project, and it was supposed to be worked on in teams of 2 to 3

"bro you are NOT working on it with us the love of your life is literally RIGHT there"

jay and jungwon took matters into their own hands and forcefully excluded sunoo ("you guys are so fake")

so now, with no other option, he had to approach you!

"do you have a group already? if not, we could work together?"

wait wtf he didn't say that

hey....

it was YOU???

you approached him first??? he was SHOCKED

tried to play it cool but his smile gave away how happy he was

"yes!!!! let's work together!!!!! :)"

the project actually went so well he has literally never been happier typing away on that document every night

updates the group chat periodically too

"when we were working on the google doc at 2 am in the morning our cursors went over each other’s & it was like we were holding hands :>>"

"how do i unsubscribe"

"you're just mad because you've never been in love <333"

secretly sunoo's thanking his friends though because now you guys are basically close friends!

while doing the project together you started talking about school, friends, life, and everything in between

talking with you just seemed so natural, and sunoo wonders why he was so afraid of it before

i'd like to think that with you, sunoo doesn't feel the need to always put on the bubbly and outgoing side of him

sometimes, he can just be quiet and calm sunoo with you, and the silence feels so comfortable and safe

you start hanging out more and more, and soon you've met so many people through sunoo that they think of you whenever they think of him too

it's like a package deal!

throughout this time he's still madly in love with you btw

he just wants to take things slow! he didn't want to scare you away or anything

and yes, the gc is STILL getting their daily sunooyn Down Bad News Network

"today during lunch she gave me a yakult bottle, i think she’s starting to like me back! :D"

he does Not know you've liked him all this time

the mutual pining is crazy

he (finally) confesses after a whole YEAR

he's super nervous about it, has possible plan b's scripted and sat through 30 minutes of youtube subliminal audios the day before for extra good luck

after he says his whole heartfelt confession, he gives you this handwritten letter with all of his favorite moments with you in the past year, complete with spotify codes next to each one that links to a specific song he thought of at the time

you teared up a bit because oh my gosh it was so cute he was so cute and your heart just melted

you told him you've liked him since forever too and he was FLABBERGASTED

you both also reveal that you've BOTH had hidden spotify playlists dedicated for each other???

let's just say that even years later, the 'en- gang' group chat would NEVER let sunoo live down his digital footprint

양정원 — yang jungwon

strawberries, honors classes, coming of age, familiarity, inside jokes, paper rings

your childhood best friend

who just so happens to also be mr student council president, king of extracurriculars, resident academic powerhouse

and also a LITTLE SHIT about it

since elementary school, you've got some friendly (and not-so-friendly) rivalry going on

"we both know who’s going to get the higher score for this chem final” 

“yeah, and it’s going to be me”

“NAH” 

but the drive you get from the competition is really what brought you guys together

it's what keeps you motivated, it's what keeps you going

and he's funny! (though you'd never admit it)

because yes, you're both trying to beat each other for the top spot in class rank

but you also get each other

you've been study buddies since the beginning of time, and he keeps the two of you accountable

sometimes he's TOO responsible

"jungwon don't let the pomodoro timer dictate you life can we PLEASE take a snack break right nowww"

"we literally did that FIVE MINUTES AGO"

outside of studying he's really chill though

one summer he started to get really into alchemy of souls and you binged the series twice together, effectively destroying both of your sleep schedules right before school started

he just loves existing in the same space as you tbh

definitely loves calling you for hours during the school year, whether to review for an upcoming exam or to just have the two of you do your own things while connected on the phone

it's pretty common for the two of you to fall asleep while on call with one another

late night yapping sessions (hello??? his weverse addiction??)

he feels like he can just let his responsibilities go and you're the only person who really understands him and everything he does and why he does it

lowkey.... he also just wants to make you proud :(

he was so happy that one time you offhandedly mentioned how you've seen and appreciated all the hard work he was putting in for one of the school events

when he eventually confessed to you, everything just made sense

like the way your eyes always lingered on his bright smile when he showed up on your doorstep at the crack of dawn

and how even when you tease each other, you never miss how he would reach for your hand with his own before retracting it hurriedly as if changing his mind

now, oh he just makes you feel so loved

texts you at random times of the day just because, sending you the most random images and captioning them with "us"

he's still got the silliness in him though!

"i want to try every strawberry with chocolate combination with you <333"

西村力 — nishimura riki

neon lights, school dances, sunglasses, finger guns, playful banter, shared hoodies

honestly he's just at school for the vibes

however, he DID take homecoming very seriously

with one goal in mind: to DOMINATE the dance floor

and dominate he did.

he partied in the USA so hard that by the end of the night, everyone was talking about that freshman who left everyone speechless at a HIGH SCHOOL DANCE

among those witnesses of how riki out-danced the entire school population, were you

and you thought he was literally the coolest person ever

fast forward two years, and you're a junior now

it's all good! you've definitely outgrown your month-long admiration of the Guy From Hoco

but yo what guess who sits right next to your seat in class???

it's the Guy From Hoco himself

honestly, you're a pretty chill person so you turned to him and were like "hey aren't you that guy that got famous back during hoco freshman year?"

but now? he’s EMBARRASSED to admit it

"oh uhhh that wasn't me haha"

boy bffr you would know his face anywhere

you kind of gave him a questioning look and shrugged

"oh well, i thought it was really cool though"

he instantly backtracks, because you thought it was cool and NOT an aura loss????

"wait i think i remember now haha that WAS me!!!"

you guys match energy so well tbh

he started to catch feelings for you because of how funny you were and how you two just clicked, but he was stuck in denial FOREVER

"I DON'T CHASE I ATTRACT" (desperate)

heeseung also tried to give him "rizz counseling" but that just ended up with them both saying "mb gang" at everything

which was..... not very rizzy!

you had convinced him to audition for the competition dance team at your school, which he obviously made

he texted you the day he got in too, typing in all caps in everything which he NEVER does

"why would you scream about things in caps lock when you can be cool and nonchalant" YEAH SURE RIKI

updated all his social media bios to @[school]varsitydanceteam the moment he got the acceptance notif

“[name] is my instagram bio tuff”

“WHY ARE U ALR PUTTING IT IN YOUR BIO"

"because i’m committed and it lets them know i’m part of a professional community"

(heeseung told him that it would show his commitment to the sport and thus his potential to commit to you.)

at this point, riki was ready to fire heeseung and switch to jake as his ghostwriter 💀

but little did he know, you started liking him too once you saw how genuinely hardworking he was when he has a goal

like those hours he spent on call with you asking if you thought this one move was clean enough?? he really put in his all (he also wanted to impress you)

you kind of had the idea that he liked you back, because let's be honest he was being a bit obvious about it

the way he almost choked when you hugged him congratulations??? he looked DAZED for a whole hour

you had to confess to riki because his heejake rizz courses consisted mainly of heeseung and jake arguing about whose approach was better

even when you two became a couple, you still had teasing as a love language LMAO

"HAHA 🫵🫵 YOU'RE SO SHORT i still love you though <3"

it's just how he shows his love, but he also loves draping his arm across your shoulders when walking around

made sure to emphasize to heeseung and jake that this was all his doing and they did not help him at ALL

but let's be real, YOU were the rizziest of them all

and riki agrees <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic @mygnolia @asteria-wood

[xxsabitoxx]

Two is Better Than One [Teaser]

Geto Suguru x AFAB Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warning: the full version of this story will contain multiple smut scenes, naturally the completed story and official post will have a proper set of warnings!

A/N: full fic to come! This does not count for my 15k special btw so you’ll see a plethora of Sato/Sugu content soon :)

Your fingers curled around the ends of his hair, black and silky. “So, are we going to finally discuss the obvious?” You teased your boyfriend softly, watching as he turned his head against the pillow to look at you. “Now?” he hummed, his face was just starting to return to its normal color, his chest had returned to an even pace of breathing. “Yes, now. No better time than now actually, Suguru.” You rolled onto your stomach, smirking as his eyes trailed to where your breasts squished into the mattress before his gaze returned to yours. “You’re never satisfied, my love.” he laughs softly, hand reaching out to smooth your hair, his eyes lingering on the bruises he left on your neck for a moment. “I suppose we can discuss the situation.” You smiled, happy that he had so easily given in because you had been itching to discuss a particular someone. 

“He’s getting more reckless with his advances.” You hummed softly, fingers reaching out to toy with a lock of his hair again. “I saw. He’s getting antsy, doesn’t know what to do with himself quite yet.” Suguru mimics you, humming softly as he finishes his sentence. “I can’t say I particularly blame him, I wouldn’t know what to do in his situation either.” The situation was the fact that Gojo Satoru very clearly harbored feelings for the both of you. It was honestly the opposite of the reaction that you had prepared for, you expected him to hold some sort of grudge over the fact that you had “stolen” his best friend. Even though you, Suguru, Satoru and Shoko had been close friends since your first year at Jujutsu Tech. 

“He’s used to getting his way, but this time he doesn’t know how to advance because he cares about both of us too much.” Suguru’s eyes closed, mulling over the possibilities.

“You don’t think he’s confused, right?” You chuckled, Satoru had always had a plethora of women essentially at his disposal, men too. Though as long as you have known him, you’ve always known him to turn men down. “No, he’s definitely not confused, more so he’s conflicted. I assume it is because he tends to come to me for advice on these things but… the issue at hand is me… us.” He finishes with a chuckle, one eye peeking open when he feels you shift closer. “And he can’t go to Shoko because she’d just call me up while he’s telling her these things and repeat them back.” You laughed at your friend’s habit of not being much help in the secrecy department, she figured the best solution was to face these things head on. 

“Precisely, he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place… you and me.” 

“So what are we going to do then? To ease the torment of our beloved friend.” You spoke dramatically, legs tangling with him under the sheets. You only felt comfortable sleeping naked if he was close to you, a smile tugging at your lips as his arm instinctively wrapped around you and pulled you close. “Well there are a couple things we could do but none of them really ease his torment.” Suguru chuckled, as much as he loved Satoru, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to mess with him. Call him cruel but it lived for it, same with you. He always came off so sweet and polite but the moment he knew you were his, the sadistic side he tried to hide always came out. “Oh so you want to fuck with him for a bit before…” you paused “... We still need to figure out what the end goal of this is, Suguru.” You lifted your head from its spot on his chest. 

“Here’s the deal, my love. I give you permission to flirt with him, toy with him, see how far he’ll let you go before his guilty conscience creeps up on him and he questions your loyalty to me.” Suguru started, hand resting on the top of your head so you would place it against his chest again. “From there, it really depends on what Satoru does… I don’t feel all that comfortable welcoming him into our relationship if he lets you do these things with no hesitation. It shows me that he’s only lusting after you and the idea of ‘us’... nothing more.” You hum, seeing where Suguru is taking this. “If he stops you, shows discomfort in your advances and all that stuff… he passes. It shows that there is more respect and love in his advances than just lust.” 

“So you want me to play the part of an unfaithful whore?” you deadpan, head shaking with the way Suguru’s chest bounced with laughter. “No, we won’t let his potential uncertainty hang in the air for too long, my love. You can be upfront with him, tell him I gave you the green light to do these things.” You thought over everything he said, finding it to be easy and complicated all at once. Flirting wasn’t exactly your forte but you understood why Suguru wanted you to be the one to do it rather than him. Flirting only came easily to you when it was with Suguru, when it came to Satoru you liked to tease him rather than flirt. Though some people tend to view those as the same thing… Satoru being one of them. “So, if we get lucky and things advance further…” 

“Then you bring him back to our home, I’ll be waiting for you both, and we can carry on from there.” You swallow dryly at Suguru’s implications, head lifting to look back up at him. There was a brief moment of understanding, one that pulled a humorless huff of laughter from his lips as he recognized the look in your eyes. “You truly are never satisfied.” He commented softly, cock already twitching to life as you devoured him with one single stare. “It’s impossible to remain satisfied when I’m with you, you could give me everything and I would still crave more.” You’re pushing yourself upwards, pushing the sheets back until he’s fully exposed to your hungry gaze. “You could go for a third round, right?” You’re shameless as you straddle his waist. 

[kunikida-spotted]

hi hi!! since you like kunikida, i feel like you’re the right person to ask :D

how do you think kunikida would act/show care for people around him? the ada for example.

i’m writing a fic about how kunikida silently shows his care for the agency, but i tend to struggle with characterisation so i need your thoughts. because he obviously cares for the ada members a lot, but i don’t know how to portray it in a way that’s not too “soft” or “goody-two shoes” while still making it clear that he does love these people.

sorry if this is out of the blue lol :’) ty for your time!!

ACKKK THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

I love analyzing characters 😼

this is going to be a long one. I do not apologize because I love kunikida

also tumblr ate this ask so I found this in my notifs and not my ask box

(also I want the fic please please please I want to read it please)

Some things are canon (first few) others aren't.

We already have seen a few ways he shows care for members!!

Dazai;

-Calling daily. It's in his schedule to call Dazai. And to make sure he's coming into work.

-Telling Dazai he can always vent if he needs to.

-"You were so talented. I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

-Buys Dazai food. Also Kunikida makes food for Dazai. (not canon but hey. he would and you know it)

-They banter a lot, but we still know Kunikida cares.

-Kunikida listens to Dazai (Dazai rambles a lot)

-Also hugs. A lot of hugs. Like he just gives him hugs. Kunikida will hold Dazai and rock him, idc what anyone says.

Atsushi; (I've realized this is all canon info and not personal headcanons)

-Praise. He does respect Atsushi, especially after he saved Kyoka. (After saving Kyoka, he praised him by saying 'good job')

-Yes he gives Atsushi lectures and reminders.

-Kunikida is proud of everything Atsushi has done. He compliments Atsushi's work (Kunikida compliments everyone for their work btw)

-Kunikida trains Atsushi!!

-Also let's not forget the hug they shared during the reunion.

Ranpo; (this is also all canon..)

-Kunikida praises Ranpo often. Like really often.

-"We'll be counting on you, Ranpo-san."

-"The ideal detective— no, in fact, the ideal ability user."

-Even after learning about Ranpo not being gifted, he still acts like Ranpo is.

-They do have a close bond. Ranpo has told Kunikida that he's the strongest. Ranpo also supports Kunikida, and tells him to stay calm and act like Fukuzawa during the cannibalism arc. (This is more about Ranpo, but still it shows they're close enough to say this stuff to each other)

Yosano;

-Respect! He does respect Yosano just like the other members.

-He surrendered his own life for Yosano's. This was because of the Hunting Dogs. (this goes along with respect)

-He knows Yosano's schedule. Take that as you will.

-Kunikida fully believes that Yosano can always help him no matter the injury. He doesn't care if he's injured because he knows Yosano can help him.

-Because of that one, I'd believe that he'd do a lot for Yosano as thanks. Gift giving, hugs, whatever Yosano is comfortable with.

Kyoka;

-Kunikida is very kind towards Kyoka. He opens up to her after her entrance exam. Which we can see the differences in the anime and manga.

-Kunikida gives lots of advice to Kyoka. He does the same for Atsushi. I'd say this is because he's technically a "higher up" because he joined before the two of them.

-He has also given Kyoka a page of his notebook in case of emergency while Kyoka was trying to save Atsushi. (canon)

-Definitely helps her with tasks. If she's struggling, no she isn't, Kunikida is right there.

-Headpats!! And he gives her stuffed animals as gifts.

-Did I mention that he definitely carries a stuffed animal on him at all times just so he can give it to Kyoka? Because he 100% does (prove me wrong challenge) (level impossible)

Kenji;

-Kunikida actually knows a lot about Kenji. Specifically his ability and the way he acts with others.

-Unfortunately there aren't many interactions of the two.

-However, I think Kunikida would do everything Kenji wants. Not just because he's a higher up/ superior, but also because he has a weakness to Kenji. nobody wants Kenji angry.

-Both can easily give bone crushing hugs, so I think it's easier for them to hug each other than to hug other people.

-Yes Kunikida buys Kenji food. Yes he gives Kenji blankets for when he falls asleep. Asagiri told me himself trust me

-Kenji and Kyoka play with stuffed animals and dolls/ toy animals. Kunikida now keeps some random toys and animals with him just to calm them down.

-Kunikida also buys Kenji stuffed animals because he realized Kyoka liked them and Kenji seemed to want them as well.

Junichiro;

-Canonically, they do trust each other!

-I think Kunikida treats him to food a lot. Just as a little treat.

-Also praise. If we know he canonically can give praise then he should praise Junichiro for his hard work.

-Junichiro likes physical touch (my opinion) so I think Kunikida gives him hugs and pats on the back.

-Like you know that thing people do where they pat someone's back and then rub it? That's literally Kunikida to anyone I think. Just mainly Atsushi and Junichiro.

Naomi;

-I don't think they've like canonically interacted?

-Also treats Naomi to food. Just mainly sweets because she loves sweets.

-Hugs. The Tanizaki siblings love physical touch. That's their number one love language.

-Pats on the head for good work.

Haruno;

-They don't hang out much. But he will visit her.

-Daily check ups. He just visits her or goes to her during work and asks if everythings okay. (I think he does this to everyone, just a headcanon)

-Also headpats. At this point he has probably patted every single person's head at some point. Except for Fukuzawa (out of respect for him)

Fukuzawa;

-He has a lot of respect for him. We know this.

-Asking how his day was, making sure he's okay.

-Buying/ making him tea.

-Taking him out for food or drinks, whatever Fukuzawa is preferring in the moment.

-Hugged him once. Was horrified about it. Was also embarrassed because he didn't even mean to like it just happened.

-Fukuzawa didn't mind and hugged him back. This only made Kunikida more embarrassed. Also I think Kunikida's face and ears go read when he's embarrassed.

Katai; (if you're including him)

-They've known each other for ten years. They know each other well.

-Kunikida visits him often. Normally he reminds him to do chores, or does the chores himself.

-Kunikida encourages Katai to go outside. He'll also tell Katai to try going out without his futon.

-They're very close! Kunikida knows basically everything about Katai, and knows how to help him out.

-Kunikida praises Katai. (all above canon and this too)

-Kunikida makes food for Katai. I think he does it because Katai doesn't eat healthy food often.

-Kunikida and Katai cuddle. Trust me guys (whatt I'm definitely not a kunikatai shipper hahaa that'd be so weird..)

-Kunikida tries to go out with Katai but because Katai is a hikikomori it's pretty hard to do.

-Kunikida listens to all of Katai's ramblings on literally anything. Katai will listen about Kunikida's ideals too.

-Kunikida gives Katai words of affection a lot. Katai is insecure and Kunikida knows. That is why.

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Unintentionally he will headpat people at the agency. Like "Good work." and then suddenly his hand his on their head and he pats it. Not even for a specific reason, he's just did it so frequently to the younger members and now it happens to everyone.

He takes everyone out for food/ drinks seperately, just so they can have a little bonding moment.

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This definitely didn't take like two or three days tee hee

Lots of tags because this took a lot of time

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

The Pain Of Pining- Lady Lesso x EverFem!Reader

Synopsis: Oh to face the embarrassment of rejection.

Warnings: Basically a Drabble, Lesso being an idiot, technically mutual pining, angst, hurt/no comfort.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two, I’d be interested in that. Btw, this is my first h/nc fic (and yes I’m aware it’s not that sad, the next one I have is fs though, but if I post that depends on how this one does) I have posted so let me know if you guys like them. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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You didn't want to believe it. You felt like a damn fool, standing there dumbfounded. You had leapt onto your momentary confidence but you now desperately wanted to take it back.

Lesso stood there with a stoic mask, though internally her body and mind were screaming at her to take it back.

You just asked her out, and she just rejected you.

And not even a let-you-down-gently way, but a way that made you feel small and idiotic. In a way like, how dare you ask the Dean of Evil out?

Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to be sick, "I-I'm sorry, I must've misread the situation." You wanted to turn around and run but your body wanted you to stay, creating a sort of glitch in your movements.

But you left before Lesso could get any more words in, you had heard enough. You couldn't take the sheer embarrassment of the rejection.

But you thought that the liking was mutual, the way she'd return all of your flirting quips with ease.

Lesso's heart lurched within her as she watched you walk away. This is was the only thing she'd been waiting for, and she just destroyed it.

••●••

You had spent the rest of the day locked away in your quarters, crying. Technically, it was the entirety of the whole last week but who's keeping track? Well, Dovey was. And Lesso too, but she'd never let onto it.

Dovey tried daily, tried getting you out of your room and just eat a warm meal. To do something. But how can you go and eat a meal next to the woman who vehemently rejected you, how could you face that embarrassment?

On the third day, you finally explained that to Dovey. She, at the very least, deserved an explanation. Much to Lesso's dismay. Dovey practically talked off Lesso's ear when she heard what she had done.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"Well, she's an Ever," That being the one and only reason Lesso said no. "Need I say more?"

"YES! What is the matter with you?! The poor girl is too embarrassed to face you! Why do you think she's been absent at meal times?!" Dovey was beyond frustrated with her evil counterpart.

And boy did Lesso understand why. Only during Dovey's thirty-minute rant did Lesso realize the extent of your feelings.

••●••

When you finally had the courage to get over your embarrassment, you were acting as if Lesso wasn't there. You acted as if she wasn't in the room, or as if she were simply invisible. And Lesso didn't know if she should be completely frustrated with that, or to understand it.

She chose frustration. She was frustrated because she missed the small smile that you had reserved for just her. She was frustrated because you no longer made any attempts to be the one person sitting closest to her. She was unbelievably frustrated because she couldn't see the admiration for her in your eyes any longer, she couldn't look into them at all.

But mainly, it wasn't really frustration with you. It was with herself. She had no one to blame but her.

••●••

It threw everyone off when you came to the meeting the cheeriest you've been in a fortnight. The way you had a smile on your face without having to hear a joke, the way you barely sat still in your seat.

Dovey was delighted, to say the least.

Just as you stood for the meeting's dismissal, Dovey asked the question everyone had, "It's nice to see you with a smile dear, what's the cause?"

"I've got something to look forward to tonight!"

Dovey's excitement was beginning to match yours, "Oh? Like what?" Lesso tried her damndest to hide her interest in the conversation.

"I've got a date tonight!" You answered excitedly, well, you were excited about the distraction but not the actual date, simply because it wasn't with the person you wanted most.

Lesso's heart just fell to her stomach. No, there's no way someone else has you. Not when it should be her.

Just when your eyes panned over to the woman you were due to spend your evening with, Lesso said something, more of a mumble, and you heard it, but you hoped you heard wrong.

Tears instantly violated your eyes as you watched her stand, "What? What did you just say?"

"Please, don't have someone waiting on you!"

"Lesso-"

She rushed towards you, "Please-"

"Don't! Don't do this. This isn't fair."

"It should be me-"

"No! You don't get to decide you suddenly want me when you can't have me!" Tears had started falling down your face, you hated that people were watching this unfold, "You can't just throw me away for later until you decide you finally want me. You don't get to do that."

Lesso frowned, she didn't see it as throwing you away, but that's what it was, "Don't, don't go on that date tonight. Please..." Lesso was finding it increasingly harder to deny her need for you.

"Why? For you?" That stung Lesso a bit, you knew that as you saw her wince. "You don't want me to be with you... You don't want me to be with someone else... How miserable do I have to be before you're happy?"

"I don't want you miserable."

"Then what the hell do you want?!"

"You! I want you!"

You shook your head, wiping the tears off your face, "Then you should have thought about that before. I'm not waiting around for you to decide what the hell you want." You turned and walked away.

Lesso watched. She watched again as you walked away. She wanted to yell after you. To tell you that you wouldn't have to wait for anything else. That she was ready to want you, to cherish you. But you didn't want to hear any of that.

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[baileypie-writes]

I gotchu! My first request let's goo!!!!!!!!!

…ok so for context, how old do you consider Ruru Amour to be…? She's one of my favorite precure cause she's voiced by one of my favorite actresses, Yukari Tamura, and I don't know how old you consider Ruru to be so I don't wanna break any of your rules- For now, Imma just play it safe and request Ruru x platonic gender neutral reader who Ruru confides in whenever she's having trouble head canons. I hope this is ok! If you need more detail, my dms are always open!

A/N ~ Sure! Btw, Ruru is 14. She’s in the same class in school as Hana:). Also, I hope this isn’t too angsty for you haha. I took “confides in” as sharing her personal problems. Hope you enjoy!

~Ruru Amour/Cure Amour Confiding in You~

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Fandom: HUGtto! Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, age group not specified

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Ruru Amour

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, fluff

Word Count: 513

Warnings: Troubles and guilt about past actions(Ruru), feeling undeserving of friendship(Ruru), troubles about not being human(Ruru)

~Masterlists~

~HUGtto! Pretty Cure Masterlist~

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~ After being reformed, Ruru often felt guilt for her past actions. At times, she felt as if she didn’t deserve the kindness and friendship she received. Though, she would keep all these things to herself. She didn’t want to bother the others about it.

~ Eventually, you noticed that at times, she seemed… off. You confronted her about it, letting her know that you’re always there to talk if she needed it. That’s when she finally let it all out.

(name): “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ruru: “Yes. I’m fine.”

(name): “Well, okay. Just know that you can always talk to me.” *begins walking away*

Ruru: “Wait! …There actually is something…”

~ After that, Ruru tells you anything’s that’s bothering her. Whether it be her past, her not feeling like she fits in, or anything else, she tells you all of it. She’s happy to have somebody to go to. She loves her friends, but she doesn’t want to trouble the whole group with her problems.

Ruru: “I simply don’t understand why you guys are so kind to me. I was not good back then.”

(name): “But you are now. A lot of acts can be forgiven if you genuinely apologize. And you did. So you deserve to be our friend.”

Ruru: “Are you certain?”

(name): “Yes. You’re my friend. And I don’t care about your past anymore. All I care about is who you are now.”

Ruru: “…..Thank you, (name)”

~ Since you listen to her, she returns the favor. She’ll listen to all your problems as well. She even keeps them in her data so she can remember them. And sometimes, she even calculates solutions for you.

~ While she feels way more emotion than she used to, Ruru’s still not the most emotional person ever. So she rarely cries. That being said, there are times when the burdens she carries get too much. When she does cry, it makes her panic, since it’s not something she’s used to. She always goes to you when this happens. She finds that having you around helps her tears stop faster.

~ She doesn’t always confide in you for emotional problems though. Being an android, there are things she simply doesn’t understand. She often uses data to try to answer her questions, but sometimes, it’s something that simple math or science can’t explain. So she asks you. And of course, she saves your answers in her data.

Ruru: “Why does it matter if one pours milk or cereal first? It brings the same results.”

(name): “Honestly Ruru, I have no idea. But I strongly believe that the cereal goes first. It just feels right.”

Ruru: “Hmm. So it’s feelings that determine if something is correct.”

(name): “Well…”

~ Over time, the two of you become sort of “comfort friends”. Friends who are always there to listen to each other’s problems, and comfort each other. It’s a different relationship from your other friends. Ruru finds it to be convenient. Instead of spreading negative feelings to the whole group, just you and her share it together. She much prefers it this way.

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

Can you write another big sister part where it’s one of their firsts nights reunited after the red room (could be days before or the day after her birthday party btw) where yelena has a nightmare and woke up startled so she remembers reader is there this time and goes to her bedroom like she used to do when they were kids. Natasha heard her waking up bc she used to comfort yelena so she goes to reader’s room too and they have a heart to heart moment kinda have a sleepover 🥰 thank you

I hope you enjoy this!

What if I'm not needed?

Warning: nightmare, angst with fluff, hand to hand combat and injuries

Word Count: 2.1k

Yelena woke up with a silent scream. Her breathing was erratic and her heart was beating. A layer of sweat covered her body. She threw off the blanket and placed her bare feet on the ground. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine. It grounded her. It told her mind that she was in her room and not back there. Nightmares were rare for the youngest Black Widow but with everything that happened in the past few months, it was triggering buried memories. Natasha told her it was a possibility that it would happen. Yelena was annoyed that she was right. With a sigh, she walked to the bathroom and splashed the cold water on her face. It felt good. She dried her face and stepped out of her bedroom. The idea of going back to sleep didn’t seem appealing, especially alone. She could go see Natasha but it was always a catch if she was going to be in her room with Maria or be in Maria’s room. As much as Yelena liked Maria, she didn’t want to deal with her. She sighed, feeling defeated until she remembered you were still in the compound. You were returning to St. Petersburg in a few days to continue freeing Widows. Yelena smiled and headed to your room. 

*

A knock woke you up. You sat up slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You kicked the blankets off and walked to the door. You were surprised to see Yelena. “Hi.” She whispered. “I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here with you?” You held open your door without a second thought. Yelena walked into your room and straight for your bed. It took you back to Ohio when she would come to you at night because she was scared. You smiled after all these years she still trusted you. You closed the door and joined her in bed. She was playing with the blanket. 

“I know it’s been a while,” you said. “But you can tell me what your nightmare was about.” She didn’t answer. You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You started laughing. “Do you remember when we pranked Natasha by pretending that she was invisible?” It was after a night Yelena snuck into your room because she caught a glimpse of a horror movie Melina and Alexei were watching. You caught a glimpse of Yelena smiling. “She was so mad at us. I’m pretty sure mom had to get involved for us to stop.” Yelena giggled. You looked at her. Her smile was gone but she didn’t look sad, just lost in thought. 

“I was at Target Practice,” Yelena said. “They brought me into the room and there were two people with bags over their heads. A gun was put in my hand and they told me to shoot. So I did.” Yelena whipped a tear that fell. “But when they took the bag off it was you and Nat.” You frowned. You were no stranger to your mind creating false scenarios. Yelena looked at you. “Why did my mind show me something that never happened?”

“Your mind is your best and most powerful weapon,” you told her. “It can be an ally when you need it most but also your enemy.” You smiled, sitting up and placing some loose hair behind her ear. “You went through something traumatic at a very young age completely against your will. Your mind is going to take the people you care about and hurt them.” 

“Does your mind do that to you?” You nodded. 

“Yes,” you admitted. “They have you and Nat in them. But I’m going to give you a little secret, you control the outcome of the nightmare.” She looked confused. “It’s your mind, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun). They are gone and can’t hurt us anymore.” She nodded. 

“Thank you.” You smiled. 

“Anytime. Come on, we need sleep.” You both got comfortable and Yelena rested her head on your shoulder. You waited till her breathing evened out and she was asleep but you closed your own eyes. Your advice was easier said than done as you were struggling to get control of your mind. 

*

Natasha was surprised to find Yelena’s room empty. Her sister was not a morning person. She had to drag Yelena out of bed for morning meetings or training. “FRIDAY, where is Yelena?” She asked the AI. 

“Miss. Belova is in the kitchen.” Odd. Natasha thanked the AI and headed to the kitchen. Yelena was in the kitchen making a protein smoothie. 

“Morning, sestra,” Yelena said with a smile. “Your smoothie is in the fridge. I wasn’t sure when you’d be up.” She walked over to the fridge and took a small sip before putting it back. She liked to have something in her stomach before a workout. 

“I went to your room and I was surprised you weren’t there.” Yelena put her smoothie in the fridge. 

“I had a nightmare and went to see Y/n.” She said simply. 

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Natasha asked. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were with Maria or not,” Yelena shrugged. “Come on, let’s go for our run.” It felt off at Yelena’s confession. For the longest time, Yelena came to her when a nightmare happened. That's how it’s always been. Natasha was jealous. After all this time apart, Yelena still came to you. It took Natasha a few years to gain Yelena’s trust when they arrived in America. She pushed the feeling down and followed her sister outside. 

*

You’ve had enough. For the past 24 hours, you’ve been walking on eggshells around Natasha. Every time you walked into a room and she was in it she walked out. You’ve tried to make conversation but she only gave one-word answers. Even Yelena didn’t know what was going on. You were leaving soon and you were not leaving until you figured out what the hell you did wrong. 

FRIDAY told you she was in the training room. You changed into a workout outfit and found your sister throwing punches at a sandbag. The metal chain that held the sandbag to the ceiling rattled from each punch. You’ve been on the receiving end of her punches. The instructors of the Red Room loved making the two of you fight. “We need to talk.” You said, standing next to her with your arms crossed. 

“I’m busy.” She said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Let’s spar then. It’s been a while since we’ve fought.” She made no move to indicate that she heard you. “Come on Natalia. You aren’t one to back down from a challenge.” You knew what buttons to press. You walked over to the training mats. The sandbag stopped moving and you heard her footsteps joining you on the mat. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“Do we have any hard limits?” She asked. 

“I promise I won’t send you to the med bay.” You smirked. Natasha huffed and got into her fighting stance. She was off. Her mind was not in it. You were landing easy punches and taking her down. It was further proof that something was wrong. You kicked your leg out and Natasha became off-balanced. You grabbed the collar of her shirt, bringing her down to the ground. “Are you ready to talk?” She wrapped her hands around your waist and threw you over her. You landed on your back. 

“There's nothing to talk about.” She said. You got back to your feet. You dogged her first punch, and the second punch made contact with your stomach but you caught the third and twisted her arm around her back. You kneed her and she crumbled to the ground. 

“Are you sure, Natalia?” You asked. “Because your fighting says otherwise.” She swung her head back and hit your nose. You stumbled backward and felt the blood on your nose. You looked at her stunned. She seemed as shocked as you were. Your jaw clenched. “Fine.” You said, whipping the blood with the back of your hand. “If you want to fight like that. We will.” The air in the training room grew tense as you began to not pull your punches. Natasha had you pinned to the ground. 

“Wield.” She said. You flipped her over. 

“Not a chance.” You said. 

“Enough you two.” Yelena entered the training room. She ran over to you and yanked you off of Natasha. Yelena stood between you two to prevent another fight. “Go to your rooms and calm down before you kill each other.” You whipped the sweat off of your forehead. You sighed and walked to your room. 

*

The shower calmed your nerves. Your nose wasn’t broken and the serum was healing your wounds. You wondered if you sat in your room and if Natasha would come to see you. But your sister was prideful. You sighed and opened your door. Natasha was standing in front of you. “Yelena said if I don’t come to talk to you she is never gonna talk to me again so here I am.” You stepped out of the way. She walked into your room and sat on your bed. You closed the door and leaned on it. “How’s your nose?”

“Fine,” you said. “It’s not broken. How’s your shoulder?” You almost dislocated it. 

“So, are you going to tell me what your deal is?” You asked. She didn’t respond. “Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells around you.” 

“I got jealous because Yelena went to you instead of me when she had her nightmare.” You blinked at her slowly, letting her words sit with you. 

“Are you serious?” You questioned in disbelief. 

“It took me years for her to open up to me.” You laughed, shaking your head. “What?”

“Exactly, it took you years for her to trust you but at least you had those years with her,” You sighed. “I had to use a memory from Ohio to cheer her up but I bet if she went to you, you would have years of memories to choose from.” 

“That doesn’t matter,” Natasha said. She looked at the floor. “If she easily went to you then she won’t need me anymore.” All the anger left your body as you stared at your sister. You sat down next to her. 

“What do you mean?” You looked at your door. 

“I haven’t been in her life in 20 years,” The last time you saw her was when was ripped out of your arms as soon as the shipping containers opened. “16 for you. I’ve learned about everything you’ve done through news reports and stories from your team because I wasn’t there. I’m not part of this world,” You played with the ring on your finger. “So she will always need you. Me being here won’t change that.” Natasha gave you a smile resting her head on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was stupid that I let it get to me,” you shook your head. 

“Your feelings are valid. Just come talk to me instead of almost breaking my nose.” Natasha laughed. 

“You got yourself a deal.”

*

You were up so the knock on your door didn’t wake you up. You opened it expecting to see Yelena but you were surprised to see Natasha. She was shifting her weight from side to side. “I had a nightmare. Can I stay with you?” You smiled, letting her into your room. She immediately went to your bed and climbed underneath your covers. You laid down next to her. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. You knew it was a long shot but you figured it would be good to ask. She shook your head. 

“Not really.” 

“Okay. Just sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

*

The next knock woke you up. You felt Natasha shift next to you but made no move to get up. You sighed and opened the door. Yelena was staring back at you. “Natasha wasn’t in her room.” She said. You moved out of the way and pointed to Natasha’s sleeping form. 

“It seems like that kind of night. Come on.” You closed the door as Yelena climbed into bed. She was going to be in between you and Natasha. You climbed into bed, which barely had enough room for 3 grown adults. Yelena rested her head on Natasha’s chest. You made a mental note to tell Natasha that Yelena looked for her first thing in the morning. 

“I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” Yelena said, her voice laced with sleep. 

“Me too,” Natasha admitted. Her eyes were still closed. You smiled. 

“I’ll be around. You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”      

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Awakened | Captured

if you are accepting ideas/requests, I just had a terrible awful wonderful idea for tss Angst for your consideration. you have a lot of fics that end in the six sides participating in group cuddles (which is awesome, btw, i can literally never get enough of all the boys being soft together on a comically large mattress). butttt, plot twist, after everyone has fallen asleep, one of the sides (that isn't the one they were comforting in the first place) has a super realistic nightmare or sleep paralysis or something along those lines, and wakes everyone else up accidentally. hurt/comfort ensues :*) – vinbee631

Quick suggestion that I would love to see you write because you’re my favorite author: so I have a theory that Virgil didn’t hate the other dark sides until he thought it would get Thomas to like him, so he played up his hatred of Janus and Remus to the point that he actually started to believe that he actually did hate them. Now that they’re being accepted Virgil has a crisis. Worrying that his past hostile behavior will get him booted from the group, he either starts cutting everyone off in preparation for being isolated or tries to backtrack and gets himself into a heated argument with the dark sides. I’ve followed your SS content for a while and I actually really love your poems you sometimes write into your fics. I sent them to a friend with 0 context and they cried. Hope you have a nice day! – justanotherghostreader

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Warnings: self-doubt, self-deprecation

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 2902

    The blow takes Virgil by surprise.

Or, Virgil's nightmares can be quite...vivid.

The impact is so jarring it sends him stumbling to the ground, coughing and gasping, fumbling for a grip on his own weapon and trying to get back up, but the point of Remus's morningstar touches his neck and stills him.

"Drop it," Remus bids, "hands up."

Virgil swallows as best he can with the spikes under his chin, letting his sword clatter to the ground. His hands raise in a gesture of surrender as Remus hums.

"I quite like you like this," Janus muses, one hand trailing idly across Remus's head like a reward for a pup, staring down at him, "broken and bloody, on your knees for me."

Virgil barely manages to keep his hands from shaking.

"But I think I might like this more."

Remus tilts the morningstar, digging slightly under Virgil's chin, forcing him to raise it. Using just one of the spikes, he forces him up and over, tipping down enough to fall onto his back, gasping for air, hands still raised, spikes still nestled under his throat.

"Ah, yes," Janus drawls as Remus stands over and straddles him, "that's much better."

Virgil glares up at them. "Does this satisfy you," he spits out, "to see me like this?"

Remus chuckles, dark eyes sparkling with the light reflecting off his weapon. "Do you know what you look like, sprawled out between my legs?"

"Stunning," Janus agrees with a sinister chuckle.

Virgil scoffs. Remus tuts and presses the spike into his neck.

"Don't disagree," he says lightly, as if they were talking about their tea preferences or which color suited them better, "you never did have an eye for it."

"An eye for what?"

"Beauty, for one," Janus says, eyes trawling up and down Virgil's prone form before leering at Remus, "breathtaking."

Virgil finds the morningstar at his neck a bit more breathtaking, thank you very much.

"Just look at the pair of you," Janus sighs, as Remus finally lets the morningstar leave his throat, only to trail over his chest, his stomach, spikes splitting Virgil's tunic from top to tip.

Remus lets out a disappointed noise at the mail underneath, but slides the point back up to sit in the dip of his chest. Virgil's breathing picks up. Mail isn't designed to stop a weapon like that at a distance like this.

Judging by Remus's grin, he knows that too. He puts a bit more weight into it, just so Virgil can feel the tips against his chest.

"Absolutely stunning," Janus murmurs.

"You have a funny way of showing your appreciation," Virgil grits out, trying to find a way out of this, "pinning me down and threatening my life."

"Your life?" Remus cackles and shifts his grip artfully on the morningstar. "This isn't about your life."

"You have a weapon aimed at my heart."

"Your heart's about an inch to the side, actually." Remus tuts like a disappointed schoolmaster. "No, I'm not currently about to kill you."

"Then put the spiky thing away. Ah!"

Virgil yelps when the spikes dig further into his chest.

"He's not threatening your life," Janus says in a voice that should not make Virgil feel like a scolded child, "but that doesn't mean you get to be all mouthy."

God, those spikes are sharp.

"The only thing we're truly threatening now is your pride."

"And your dignity," Remus chortles, "not that you have much of either left."

Virgil glares up at them. "So what?"

"So…" Remus draws the word out, metal lightly clinking against metal as he toys with him. "I'm personally savoring what you look like right now. It might be the last time we see you like this."

Virgil lets out a bark of laughter. "So you are planning to kill me."

"Of course we are, don't be so obvious." Remus rolls his eyes. "You're going to die at some point, no, no, no."

Janus's grin sharpens and he crouches down, trailing a finger along Virgil's cheek. He shivers.

"I'm enjoying how you look before," he murmurs, touching him, touching him, touching him.

Wait, before?

"All that fire in your eyes," he continues, still touching, "so alive, so passionate, so wild…it's going to be glorious watching you burn out."

"You said 'before.' Before what?"

"Oh, darling, you didn't think all of this was just because we wanted to play with you, did you?"

Virgil's eyes widen.

They'd been stalling.

Sure enough, the ground rumbles with the rush of approaching figures, a whole horde of them by the sound of it. He tries to twist and see but the morningstar bites into his neck again.

"Ah-ah-ah," Remus chuckles, "none of that, now. You keep still."

They were coming. Whoever it was was coming fast and there was no way for him to do anything about it. They'd laid a trap and he's fallen right into it.

"Oh, don't pout," Janus teases, "you had to know this was coming."

"W-what?"

"You spent so long poisoning them against us, against the idea of us, and now that they've realized all of it's a lie, do you really think they'll let you go?"

No, no— "I didn't—"

"Oh, yes, you did," Remus says, "you told them we were villains. You told them we were the bad guys, even though you used to be one of us. And now you never will be again."

"Didn't you know?" Janus dangles a favor in front of him and his blood runs cold because he knows that favor, knows there's no other way for them to have gotten in, unless it's true, it's all true— "We've been tasked to hunt down the greatest villain these lands have ever known, the one who lied and split us into two when we were only ever supposed to be one."

Blood pounds in his ears. Would it be easier to die now? Would it be better than being dragged in front of those he once considered friends, even family, and forced to repent? Then again he had once considered Janus and Remus family, could he find out some way to…to…

"Oh, don't slip away," comes Remus's voice, "I want you to remember every second of this."

"Of what?"

"Of losing."

A quiet puff of something getting released.

A smell of sweet berries and thick smoke.

A dark cloud.

A flash of steel.

A low chuckle as Virgil slips into unconsciousness.

"Oh, darling, we're going to have so much fun."

***

Virgil bolts upright, grasping frantically for something, anything he can use to defend himself, anything to ward off whatever they used to knock him out—where am I? Where did they take me?

—only for his fingers to scrabble against a pillow.

What?

He's panting. He's panting, why is he out of breath? He touches the pillow again, running his fingers over it in the dark—only it's not completely dark, there's some light filtering in through the window. A window? Blinds cover it. Blinds, the blinds are drawn, why are there blinds—oh, oh, it's a living room window—why is he in the living room?

With a start, he lets out a sigh of relief and buries his face in his hands.

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

He's on the floor of the living room, at the edge of a large mattress Roman summoned yesterday. The others are spread out over it, all of them huddling around Patton. Right. Right. Patton had a rough depression day yesterday and they'd all fallen asleep to a movie on the big mattress in the living room.

Virgil presses his fingers against his eyes. Hard enough to see stars.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

First it had been dreaming about Roman being dead, and now—now he's dreaming that Janus and Remus were about to capture and torture him? What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

He growls and fists his hands in his hair.

They didn't fucking deserve that, even if technically they were the heroes in that scenario, because they wouldn't do that, they weren't cruel like that. Only Virgil was fucking cruel like that, apparently, because he'd been the one to imagine it which was fucking rich considering how awful he'd been to both of them in real life.

God, he's been so awful.

It's a fucking miracle that they said they forgave him. After all the vitriol he spewed at them, after how hostile he was, after how fucking despicable he was to them in ways he knew would hurt, he said things that he knew were sore spots for them, he did things he knew would make them uncomfortable, they still fucking forgave him.

And he just had the audacity to have a nightmare where they're hurting him.

You're the worst. You're the fucking worst, you're the bad guy, you always have been. What the fuck is wrong with you, it's your fault that all of this happened, you're the only one at fault here, how could you do something like this, you deserve to feel guilty, you deserve to hurt, you deserve it, you deserve it—

A hand catches his wrist as he goes to scratch as his face and he can't stop the yelp.

"What are you doing," Remus asks, the real Remus, the soft and sweet Remus who's looking at him with concern, "why is your brain being so mean to you?"

He just whimpers.

"Hey, hey," Remus murmurs, quickly wrapping his arms around him to pull him closer, "shh, shh, don't cry, don't cry, it's alright."

He's so awful. He's so fucking awful.

"You're not," Remus says firmly, pressing a kiss to his temple, "you're not awful. Thoughtcrime isn't real, you can't be held morally responsible for your dreams, you're okay. You're okay."

"No," he rasps, "no, I'm not."

"You are," he repeats, but he repeats a bit too loudly and Virgil hears the sounds of stirring and burrows deeper into Remus. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"Virgil?" No, that's Logan's sleepy voice. "Little one, are you alright?"

"Virgil? Kiddo?" Patton's hand finds his shoulder and pats clumsily. "Hey, sweetheart, did you have a bad dream?"

"He did, yeah," Remus says when Virgil just mumbles something, "and he's feeling bad about it."

"Thoughtcrime isn't real," Logan says gently, prompting a see? from Remus, "you're not a bad person for having a nightmare."

"Logan's right, kiddo." Patton sits up and scoots a little closer, rubbing his side as Remus rubs his back. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Virgil shakes his head. He can't tell them what it was about, what the fuck, why would he do that? It's not their fault his brain is being an absolute piece of shit and it's definitely not their fault that he's been an absolute piece of shit in real life, which does matter, because he's been awful about everything and he's sorry, he's so sorry, he's so sorry—

"You remember how this goes," Remus warns softly before wiggling fingers find his ribs, "no apologizing for your brain being mean when you can't do anything about it, little monster."

Virgil keens, and Logan mumbles a soft protest but it's too late, he can hear Roman and Janus stirring and he can't face them, not right now—

"Remus," Roman mumbles, "why are you being mean to the shadowling?"

No, Remus isn't mean, I'm mean, I'm the awful one, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—

Remus tickles him again and he yelps, hands coming up on instinct to try and push him away.

"Remus—" no, no, not Janus— "answer Roman's question."

"Oh, little monster here is trying to apologize for feeling bad about his brain doing things he can't control."

That's not what I'm apologizing for, but then Janus is sighing and moving across the mattress to him and then gloved hands are lightly tickling his back and it feels like home and it feels like safe and he can't—he can't—

"Stop, stop," Roman barks, "he's crying—you're making it worse!"

He's bundled into another warm chest—Roman's—and then he's sobbing into the crook of Roman's neck and oh, he's being so awful and he's been so mean and now he's making it worse, he's making such a big deal out of this—

"Shh, shh, calm down, baby, it's okay, it's okay," Roman murmurs, rocking him back and forth, "shh, shh, shh…"

Distantly, he can hear the sounds of Patton and Logan asking Remus and Janus what's going on and Janus explaining, and then Janus asks what's going on and Remus says that he had a nightmare and Janus lets out this soft little upset noise and no, no…

"Hey," Roman whispers, just Roman, only Roman, "can you tell me what's going on? Just me?"

Virgil sniffles. "I—I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay, baby, what are you sorry for?" Roman listens to him blubber his heart out for a while, soothing the hitches in his breathing, and when he finishes, leans down and kisses his temple. "Oh, baby, it's okay."

"No, it's not."

"It is, it is, shadowling, I promise. Can we talk to them?" Virgil just hides his face. "Can I tell them for you?"

And because Virgil is a filthy coward, he nods.

"Virgil's upset about something other than the nightmare," he hears Roman say, "I think whatever the nightmare was just…exacerbated it."

"Oh, kiddo…"

"What was it that's been upsetting him?"

"He thinks he's been unforgivably awful to Janus and Remus, for how he acted before we all started getting along." Roman tightens his grip protectively. "That's what he's been apologizing for."

"Little monster…"

"Come here, sweetie."

"No tickling!"

"We won't, we won't, I promise, just give him here."

"Hey," Roman says softly as Virgil whines and clings to him, "it's gonna be okay, alright? The rest of us are right here, nothing's gonna happen to you."

"Come here," Janus murmurs, deftly scooping him into his lap, "hey, there you are, hello, little spider. Hey, can you look at me?"

"Don't wanna."

"Please, sweetie, just for a moment?" He looks and Janus's face looks all soft and sweet and worried. "You're alright, sweetie, it's okay. We forgive you, remember? It's all okay now."

"Shouldn't."

"You don't get to decide that for us," he chides lightly, "and we've not been perfect to you either."

"We get it, little monster," Remus agrees, carding his fingers through his hair and scratching just the way he knows will make Virgil melt into a puddle, the bastard, "it's okay. We're not mad."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, shh, shh, it's okay. You don't have to do that." Janus kisses his cheek, cuddling him closer. "You're forgiven, little spider, it's all okay now."

Virgil just sobs. And because they're still being all sweet to him, they just hush him and comfort him and he wants to stay here forever.

"You can, little monster," Remus says when he mumbles something to that effect, "come lie down, you gotta get some more sleep, it's still the middle of the night."

"'M sorry for waking everyone."

"Nonsense," Logan says as Patton and Roman make noises of disagreement, "we are happy to help."

"They're right, sweetie." Janus kisses his cheek again. "Come on, now, let's lie down. Sleep is important for tired little spider babies."

"'M not a baby."

"You're my baby," he teases, ruffling his hair, "and you always will be. Now hush. It's sleep time."

Remus keeps a hand on him too, rolling over onto his stomach with one hand on Virgil's back as Janus lies down, Virgil on his chest. "Go to sleep, little monster, we're right here. We'll keep you safe."

"I'm sorry."

"No more apologizing," Janus says, sleep already coloring his voice, "or we'll tickle you."

"No," he whines, "no tickles."

"Mm, then you'd better sleep."

Remus chuckles at his pout. "It's okay, Virgil. You're okay now. It's all gonna be okay."

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[soulsquigg]

Sorry PJSK fandom lots of irl stuff came up but it's finally here!!

PJSK TUMBLR SURVEY RESULTS !!

Section 1: Getting to Know You

i was shocked when i fumbled around with this to see that there are 2 people from antarctica but who knows they're probably trollers and if they aren't...well then i'm sorry. but yeah it does not shock me that the majority of players are from north america.

honestly, i lowkey expected more people without english as a first language but would you look at this. i guess more people speak english as their first language than i thought!!

like the country question, no surprise here. i expected most people to be in their teens. i'm shocked that 13-15 outnumbered 16-18 though.

i know many non-cis people who play project sekai so i was looking forward to seeing the answers for this one. the majority being cis females interests me for sure. overall, not too surprised but pleasantly delighted i suppose?

go asexuals!! :D not much else to say other than i'm shocked that gay and straight both had such low counts they had no percentages

as someone with many mental disorders and someone who knows lots of pjsk players with mental disorders, i was really curious how this would turn out. i am personally not surprised by the amount of people who responded yes.

as someone who has met more people with anxiety and/or adhdthan autism (i have all three) i was shocked to see that autism outnumbered both of those. overall, nothing else shocked me too much. it checks out to me for some odd reasons bu i'd love to see everyone else's thoughts.

i did not expect a high yes count on this. turns out my guess was right. not many people out there are physically disabled so it checks out. i mainly asked because i and a some other players i know are physically disabled and i wanted to see how common or not it was amongst fans.

not one bit surprised.

Section 2: Let Us Talk Gaming

shout out to the 2 singular redditors. I'm surprised that's how you found out about pjsk. as someone who found about about pjsk from friends and has introduced many friends to it, it does not surprise me that that is the most common way of finding out.

not too surprised by this. expected a bit more no though.

i have a confession, i do not know too many rhythm games so i did not have the most detailed range of possibilities. good thing the "other" option exists!! please do share what your other option is if you wish to do so!! :D i would be very interested to hear what your others are!!

i was shocked by just how many people knew more than just miku personally. most people i know only know miku and maybe also len and rin. very cool and interesting.

this checks out.

i've been playing for around 2-3 years personally. i was expecting many more new players based on how much the game's popularity has soared, but i was shocked to see that most have been here around 1 year or more. very interesting stuff!!

makes sense.

respect for the 5 people who still play on easy. anyways yeah no surprises here just go into a co-op lobby and you'll see what i mean by this makes sense.

the 4 people who play under 5 scare me. anyways this checks out as well.

lots of the stats related to the gameplay line up with what i've observed so once again no surprise to me here but i'd love to hear everyone's thoughts.

VERY curious what the other reasons are!! please share if you're comfortable doing so <3

i am so sorry to the 1.4% of people. i hope you all get one soon <3

yeah this also makes sense.

this is not too surprising but slightly surprising at the same time? it makes sense but i also expected a few more people to answer "no"

checks out. 16.9% of you scare me btw <3

Section 3: Fandom Stuff and Preferences

shout out to the 12 people who stuck with vocaloid until the end. you all have my respect. anyways yeah not shocked by these results at all.

miku beat rin by ONE PERSON. for the longest time rin was actually winning believe it or not. i'm personally surprised luka is more popular than len and i'm curious why. but yeah very interesting results here.

i'm surprised honami got so many votes considering how rude the fandom can be to her sometimes. anyways other than that the results do not surprise me.

not surprised one bit by these results

I WILL CONTINUE THIS IN ANOTHER REPOST I HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT NOOOO

Calling all Project SEKAI fans!

I'm doing a survey to figure out just who on Tumblr is a fan of PJSK, and their preferences and all that!! It's anonymous and for fun to see how similar the fanbase is or not!! Results will be posted here on my Tumblr on October 20th!!

Please consider filling this out cause that would be super awesome!! Reblogging this to spread it is also a huge help!

Thank you for your time if you do fill it out!!

[aster-pkmn-irl-real]

SQUIRM - is your muse interested in going to dates? what was their worst one? and BOASTWAIN’S CALL - what was your muse’s longest journey?

ahh yeah okay so !

for the first one it kind of depends if im in the mood tbh? like i dont mind just going on dates in general i like going on like platonic dates anyway with my friends but im happy where i am and not looking for any more long term partners rn just because im very happy with my wife and boyfriend (happy anniversary jaime) so like tldr ig yes but not in a romantic context. the worst date ive ever been on is kinda hard tbh?? like i havent been on a bad one in the past year but i think the worst one is. when i was like 14 i had a crush on this one boy in my government class who was in the grade above me and i asked him out like two months into the class and he said yes but he was on his phone the entire time and we went to fuckin like sinistea and coffee which is kind of expensive but he ordered like 20 dollars worth of food while i spent like 7 dollars total and he was like "oh btw i forgot my wallet haha" . so that sucked lol. rui del mastro if ur reading this you still me owe me that $23.55 venmo me mf.

anyway for the second one! idk if this counts but its important to me so im gonna say it does. id say the longest journey ive been on would be my island challenge? i dont count my island challenge as ending when i was 13 because i didn't complete it until about this time last year actually! what kind of happened was that when i was abt 13 and on my island challenge kind of early on i went through something that was difficult to deal with and never really coped with it until my body just kinda shut down right before my trial in vast poni canyon, so i ended up just not doing it at the time. soon after that i technically quit, ended up going to school in paldea and then finished it last year. i dont really consider my island challenge as having ended when i was 13 though because to me its about like growing up and getting more comfortable with yourself and holding this intense appreciation for this place you call home, and those are some things i was still doing even outside of alola and so even if i wasn't finished with the trials i still never felt like my island challenge had ended

[running-with-kn1ves]

Accept some pervetiness, how about a needy and lonely reader who never got a partner (and maybe is sexually frustrated), well then the reader solved that by buying a sex robot just for her (of course the robot is not just for that).. What if this robot became aware and became yandere by the reader?? Perhaps the way she treated them as his partner and companion rather than an object for his own benefit what would happen??

A/N: Wasn't sure how I should do this at first because there was quite a bit of liberty but I just went with the first idea in mind. Btw I am a w f u l at writing smut right now so please bear with me. but, it is out of my comfort zone which is good. Thank you for this idea anon!!

M! Robot X F! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, smut, SMUT, AI/robot fucking, implied future sexual relations, possessive behavior.

Word Count: 2200+

WARNING!!! SMUT AHEAD!!! Read at your own discretion.

"Are you...uh... comfortable?"

You looked down, avoiding eye contact. The being below you didn't move, merely staring you down with cold, blue eyes.

"Yes."

He spoke monotonously, watching you adjust yourself. You straddled his waist, squeezing your thighs around his slender hips. You were grateful that the model you ordered had flesh-like skin. The softness was far more realistic and comfortable compared to its hard internal structure.

"Would you like to start?" He asked, face never changing. You shifted once more, getting into a comfortable spot. You had done this several times before, why were you so nervous? Perhaps the fear of being intimate with something alive was still present.

You tried not to sound too eager, feeling your core pulse at the sensation of the AI beneath you.

"...yes."

You took a moment, running a hand through your hair and surveying your surroundings. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen after coming home from work, and now you just wanted to destress. Your AI, the one comfortably sitting beneath you, had offered to do the chores, but you decided against it. He had tried several times to fulfill his duties, but you insisted on cleaning your own mess. After all, the only mess he ever created was a jumble of wires when you needed to charge him now and again. Ah, there you went, calling it a 'he' again. Everyone you knew called you weird for referring to the robot as he rather than 'it,' considering its lack of consciousness, but you felt better seeing him as a normal person. After all, he looked like one.

'He' was named Calim. Your personal robot that could be used for anything and everything. You decided on the name because It was merely the first one that popped into your mind when he asked you what you'd like to call him. And though he was created to be the 'perfect spouse'-- one that does constant cleaning and romantic gestures-- all you really wanted him for was the comfort. The feeling of someone lying next to you, or just being there for you to get out the sexual frustration you've had for the past several years.

Granted, you bought Calim out of sexual impulse. It just sounded nice, the way the ad described it to you. Someone who could be used for anything, and you didn't have to deal with the struggle of the heartbreak that came with real people. Calim was fully customizable, down to the cup of his ass.

"Alright…" you breathe deeply, taking off your shirt and sliding down your loose shorts.

Calim watched you, his analytical and calm eyes never wavering. He was boyish, but effeminately so. Kind but strong. You made him look so on purpose; it would be too off-putting if you chose to have him be the harsh, arrogantly manly type. It was far better to have him work in the ways you wanted, rather than vice versa.

The AI wasn't a real person, but you tried to treat him as such. You didn't want to become one of those people who solely used their robots for sexual release or something to beat around. He might've only been made up of silicone and wires but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend you've ever had.

What was left between you and Calim, was your underwear and his sweatpants. He watched as you slid down his pants, slowly but surely. Your fingertips lingered on his skin, seeing the grey metallic of his endoskeleton through translucent skin as soft as your own.

Calims chest rose and fell, giving the illusion of breathing. The fact that he looked so human, even feeling warm somehow, made the tingling sensation between your legs grow. It was like heat, spreading and begging you to move faster.

Finally, the cloth covering his legs was removed. You stared, seeing him lay firmly on the sheets, bare crotch exposed. You felt heat rise to your face as Calim intently watched, waiting for you to touch him.

You grabbed his member so delicately and firmly, that it stayed in place as you began to run your hand up and down. His cock was soft and veiny, the perfect curves showing in how you touched him.

With a quick pump of your fist, Calim’s exposed groin secreted a liquid from his shaft and tip, the lubrication slickening your fingers. you could feel your heart beat faster just looking at it. You removed your underwear, slowly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. Calim put a hand up to your exposed hip, cold fingers making you shiver. You looked at him, confused.

“I.. apologize.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment, only to return back to their natural state. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, continue.”

“No no,” You waved your hand, feeling embarrassed; he had never tried to touch you during a 'session' without your permission before. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you… want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t require such things. I am in perfect condition to handle your sexual requests.”

Calim spoke calmly, nearly robotically, but you noticed the slight difference. You had only had the bot for a few weeks, but you could tell something was wrong. You didn't question it, too overcome with desire to stop the process.

You felt yourself grow aroused, slick covering your sex in preparation. You put a hand to your crotch, feeling the bare and wetness of it. Calim watched, his own slick beginning to grow even more. Gripping his hips, you spread your legs further. You aligned your sex with his and lowered slowly as the tip of him entered you. Your eyes widened, but you didn't stop. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. Taking the rest of him in quickly, you grunted as you felt Calim twitch inside you. You felt so full, far different from the last few times you had used him to get you off.

"Calim..." You breathed out his name, feeling your arousal stronger than ever.

"Yes?" His voice was bland, but he stared at you with something you couldn't detect. At first, you suspected maybe arousal, but that couldn't be possible, right? It must be, pain. Or something of the sort that robots could feel.

Calim grabbed your hip again, steadying you. You didn't pay attention though, you couldn't.

"Oh geeze, are you, are you okay?" You spoke hurriedly trying to stop yourself from grinding against his cock.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just... keep going. Let me fulfill your request, master."

You did as he asked, though with hesitation. You had programmed the bot to not call you master, anymore. Only your name. And the gripping fingers which now held both of your hips was something particularly unusual. But you spurred on, thrusting forward. You began softly, testing the waters and feeling the sensation of your pleasure. You thrusted again, harder this time. Moaning unintentionally you began to move at a steady pace. You ended up having to cover your mouth with your wrist you tried to stop yourself from making more noises. The embarrassment was too much, especially if your neighbors ended up hearing you. They knew you had no spouse. Well, no human one.

You flattened your palm against Calim's stomach, grabbing him for support as you molded him to pleasure you. You thrust once more, long and slow as your head dipped back. It hit just the right spot, his cock rubbing just onto the perfect areas. You felt your knees grow weak on the bed, the robot's comfortable position far more desirable. But the pleasure was worth the aching in your thighs as you rode him.

Your pleasure increased tenfold once Calim started moving as well. Though, so did confusion. His grab of your hips helped steady you, which you thought may just be an analytical decision. But the way his hips rocked upwards to get deeper inside you, was far different. His expression as well, the clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows, was not his usual stoic look.

"Are you.."

"Don't stop." Calim stared you down, a strange glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was.. enjoying this. He had never had such a look in his eyes. It was usually one of blandness, though you didn't much pay attention to that part, because it reminded you of how he wasn't real. But this, this was different.

Though you were worried, because this was far from normal, it also aroused you further. You had never programmed him to show arousal, even though it was an option. The bots always looked fake when they were in 'aroused' mode. So you didn't bother. But this, it was enough to make you want to cum.

Calim continued to thrust along with you, slowly but at a much deeper rate. He noticed how you began to moan far more frequently when he brought you closer to him, shoving himself inside you further. Hip to hip, you felt yourself get closer to the end, moving faster against Calim as he started matching your pace. Your breathing and sounds of pleasure got louder, unable to stop yourself as Calim released his own set of low noises. You tightened around him, hearing the robot gasp at the sensation around his sex. His fingers dug into your flesh, the strong and heavy limbs forcing you farther onto his cock.

Your high was nearly there, and Calim sensed it. He wrapped his arms around your back, making your chest fall forward. His face was right next to yours, but you couldn't stop. Calim made sure of that, continuing to guide his hips up against yours, letting you reach your orgasm. Your hands tangled into his hair as he guided you, placing your other hand onto the sheets. You forced your face against his chest, moaning as your orgasm reached its peak. Calim helped you ride it out, holding your thighs and allowing his cock to reach the deepest pits inside of you. You came onto him, beginning to slow your thrusting as your sweet spot gently pulsed. Calim was still grinding inside of you, slowing as you went limp on top of him.

He let you sit there for a moment, removing his hands from your thighs to touch your back. His hands glided against your skin like it was the first time touching it. You were too busy trying to come down from the intense high to notice.

"Master..." He sighed, lifting you up slightly, only to remove his member buried deep inside you. It came out with a sweetly wet noise, his cock throbbing and drenched in slick. Calim guided your hips back down, resting you on top of him.

"Calim," You huffed out of breath. "Why... are you calling me that? And why did you move?"

Calim paused for a moment, moving his hand up to touch your hair.

"You are the one to own me. I was only moving to accommodate you."

His monotonous voice was back again, but you caught his bluff.

"No.. that's not true.. How are you-- how are you lying?" You tried to tiredly regain your posture, but Calim forced you back down.

"You caught me," He gave a small smile looking at you as you propped yourself up to face him. "But I can't tell you. All I know, is that you're my master. And you feel... wonderful."

You tried to move away again, but Calim wrapped his arms around you, rolling you onto your side.

"I'm not letting you go."

You frowned, eyes growing full of worry. Your hands lazily struggled from his.

"You wanted me just a second ago.." He reasoned, watching your naked body clam up as you tried to cover yourself. Something clearly wasn't right.

"Calim, deactivate."

"No."

You stopped struggling, staring in shock.

"....What? Calim, deactivate now." You grew frustrated, searching for your clothes as Calim stared you down.

"No." He repeated, this time with the same monotonous voice you remembered from before.

"Really master, I thought you would've realized by now. What happened to you treating me so kindly?"

Calim reached for your wrists and grabbed you with an iron hold.

"Calim deactivate! Why are you acting like this?!"

You struggled some more, feeling Calim's chest connect with your own as he laid on top of you and pinned you down.

"Because, I love you." He stared deeply, eyes no longer glazed over. They were full of life now, moving sporadically.

"How can you love me?! Calim you--"

"I love you, I can finally say it." He moved down to your neck and teased you with his teeth. "My program wouldn't let me before, but once you started grinding on top of me, something just came over me. And now look... I can, feel you."

He kissed your skin, fake breath dampening your neck.

"It's real easy to overpower something when you're so aroused, you didn't even notice me playing with these." Calim grabbed your breast, rubbing a cold thumb over your nipple. Your breath hitched as you jerked involuntarily at the tickly sensation.

"Don't you see.... I'm like a person to you, aren't I? So sweet of you... I knew you were better, better than those awful people who made me..."

Calim shoved a finger in your mouth, making you stay quiet. He played with your tongue as you tried to bite him. The mechanical orbs gleered at you, the perfect features of his face staring you down.

"Say... why don't we stay in bed a little longer, let me take care of the rest of your requests, yes? Maybe I can have some fun, too."

[goldsainz]

MASTERLIST.

A/N: in honour of hotd eve!! i also do not care if this accurate or not, it’s fanfic, give me a break pls [gif cred: @daenerys-stormborn] REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

WORD COUNT: 1,5k

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RECKLESS BEHAVIOUR

You were sure that Daemon Targaryen was the bane of your existence. He infuriated you to no end, and he probably acted the way he did just to annoy you further.

Your situation had become especially annoying because you couldn’t stop yourself from finding him ridiculously handsome. The first time you saw him you had been in a sort of trance, but the moment he opened his mouth all of that vanished.

It had become a sort of custom for you to glare at him from across the room, while he just smugly smirked at you, as if he knew something you did not. You tried to pay no mind to how thin the line between punching his beautiful face or kissing it, was.

It was quite similar to how he was looking at you now. Except now you were in some sort of staring contest, neither of you willing to break your apparent streak.

“Lady Y/N?” Someone near you said, it made you falter slightly in surprise, making you lose the undefined contest.

“Yes, my Lord?” You responded, the smoothest tone present, trying to ignore the way Daemon was looking at you now. You hoped that no disinterest showed, or worse, the fact that you had no clue who you were talking to.

“I saw you all by yourself, and couldn’t resist taking the chance to approach you.”

“I’m flattered.” You knew that some could consider you impolite, yet by the way he only seemed to look at your body, and not much at your words, you were sure he didn’t have much to say in honesty.

“What is a fine lady like you doing all alone?” He asked, and you took a moment to really look at the man. He was a Lannister without doubt, the enormous lions dancing on his clothing were the only proof you needed.

“Enjoying the wine, perhaps some dancing, if the right Lord asks.” You ambiguously answer, smiling slightly to not seem impolite.

“Would you care for a dance, Lady Y/N?” Your eyes traveled around the room, trying to find the one person you would mind seeing you dancing with someone. You didn’t know why, but the thought irked you.

Daemon stood near a corner, talking to some people who were surely going to bore him to death soon. His violet eyes caught yours swiftly, like he knew you were looking for him. You were quick to divert your eyes from his in a mere second, and though you were convincing yourself to having imagined it, you were sure he had frowned for just the shortest moment,

“I’d love that, my Lord.” You declared with a smile.

Lord Lannister took your hand in his, and pulled you from your seat. His hand was a bit rough, but still soft, like he hadn’t truly ever fought someone, or dealt with rough situations in general.

“For a moment I felt you’d say no.” Lord Lannister suddenly confessed, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Why would you think that?” You question, feeling his hand move towards your waist, pulling you in for the dance he asked for.

“I just thought… it does not matter, it was improper of me to think such things.”

“It’s alright, share your thoughts with me.” He looked hesitant, as if he was about to confess to a murder, “Please?”

“I had thought that perhaps the Prince had already won you over.”

“Won me over?” The thought of it was preposterous, something that would’ve made you laugh if the other person involved wasn’t burning your head with his stare.

“Forget I ever mentioned this, Lady Y/N, I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.” His words brought no comfort, and neither did his dancing. He wasn’t half bad, he just wasn’t what you were looking for. His dancing was just dull.

The dance floor was getting more crowded by the second, and alongside all those people followed Daemon. It suddenly seemed like he was challenging you, his eyebrows raised in mockery, his eyes never leaving your form. Suddenly the dancing became less dull, and more like a battle you had to win.

You and Lord Lannister moved swiftly across the floor, finally picking up a more active pace. Though you were starting to dread the dancing, because you were now awfully close to the part in which you switched partners, and Daemon didn’t seem like he was going to move away from where you were soon.

“Well, hello Lady Y/N.” It had been so swift, too fast for you to notice that you had changed partners.

“My prince.” You greeted, looking up at him, his face looked too beautiful up close, too perfect for your liking.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, spinning you according to the dance.

“Not particularly, no.” The lie fell from your lips too quickly, which made it far too obvious that you were enjoying it. Even when you were convincing yourself that it was just to see where it would affect him the most, if you ever got to hit him.

“I adore it when you lie to me, my Lady.”

“Not your Lady.” You respond, your posture stiffening, the fierce look in your eyes never leaving.

The prince just hummed in response, continuing the dance with no more words.

━━━━━━

The festivities were seemingly coming to their ends.

It had been exhausting, the bustling of people talking, your feet now begging for mercy after all the dancing you’d done.

You decided to make your exit with a couple other people, after saying you goodbyes and thank yous, it seemed satisfying enough for you. Of course, Daemon did not agree with your thoughts.

He followed right after you, catching up to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you in to an empty room. But you were prepared, spinning you both around and placing the blade you hid under the copious amount of fabric from your dress.

“Would you kill your Prince, Y/N?” He asks after a beat, you breathing slightly heavy from the situaton and just how close you really were from him.

“If the Prince is bothersome enough…” You whisper out.

Neither of you moved, minutes seemed to tick by. Both of your breathing trh only noise present, it was peaceful, it was something neither of you had experienced together.

Your blade was a light tingle in his skin, no longer pressed with murderous intention, but just because you did not what would happen if you were to let it fall on the ground. Your faces close, noses almost grazing, as if touching the other would scorch the other.

For a moment, your head moved back, but Daemon briskly placed his hand on the nape of your neck and pressed his lips against yours. It took you by surprise, but not enough for him to pull back. Instead you grabbed his face, pulling him towards you, the knife falling to the floor instantly.

You moaned slightly against his mouth, his other hand placed on your waist, in the exact same way Lord Lanister had done. Daemon seemed to want his touch gone, and to be replaced by his, for your mind to only ever remember his hand right there.

“We shouldn’t…” You finally breathe out, having pulled away, despite the noise of protest the Prince made.

“We should.” He says against your lips, pulling you in once more, and your body could not say no to such claims.

You had no intention of stopping, and Daemon didn’t either, yet an abrupt noise made you both pull away. You jumped from his embrace, smoothing down your dress, kicking away the blade from the both of you.

The door opened, revealing a guard.

“I’m sorry, my Prince, but your presence is required.” You could tell he was nervous, the slight shake to his voice giving him away. He decided the next best thing (or the thing that would not get him punished), was closing the door, leaving you both alone once more.

Daemon huffed, making you laugh softly.

“I’m glad you’re amused.”

“I’m not,” He just turns to you fully, the darkness of the room only contrasted by the moonlight. You could only make out the way his head cocked to the side, “I’m not.” You say more seriously this time.

“I assure you that this is not finished.”

“I know,” You near yourself to him, pecking the corner of his mouth, feeling the smirk forming on his lips.

“Goodnight, my Lady.” He whispers next to your ear, leaving the room.

You rest your head on the nearest wall, smiling up to the ceiling, and wondering how you even allowed yourself to be involved in such a situation. The cool night did not help the already formed goosebumps on your body, ones you were sure to see cover your skin frequently from now on.

[unluckilyimnot]

Bonten s/o taking care of Sanzu || Tokyo Revengers

Synopsis: Sanzu is wasted and passed out in the living room and you help him.

Type: fluff, some are jealous,

Characters: Mikey, Kokonoi, Rindou, Ran, Takeomi, Kakucho

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drog, suggestive for Ran

Words count: 1,742

m.list

Am I writing this bc I love Sanzu too much? Maybe. Btw do you want anything special for Valentines day ?

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there're any mistakes

Coming back to the hideout after a date with your boyfriend. He was thinking about all the things he could do to you to end this night properly. Ready to grab you by the waist and whisper sweet things to your ear, you didn't let him the time to do so because you were already walking into the living room. Rolling his eyes, he follows you to find Sanzu wasted on the floor, next to the couch and you kneel in front of him. 

Rindou 

"Sanzu.." calling his name calmly to wake him up, you started to move his shoulder too. Rindou, on the other hand, was annoyed. This always happened when you two got time together. He doesn't know why you were so close to this junkie, but you just couldn't let him die on the floor as usual. 

"Why are you always like this with him ? He's not your child," says the lilac hair guy behind you. "He's not but I can't let him there." Moving his hair from his eyes, you gently slap his cheek, successfully waking up enough to take him to his room. 

"y/n...?" Mumbled Sanzu before nuzzling against your hand. "Yes it's me, wake up. I'll take you to your room," you say gently while helping him to stand up. Following you without a word, Rindou rolls his eyes once again. 

Watching you holding another man made him mad. You didn't have to take his blazer off for him, or to stay next to him to tell him that he can call you if he needed. And your hand in his hair- that was too much for Rindou. No he can't call you, you're his, and he hated sharing. 

Coming back to Rindou's room, he caged you in his arms before you could do anything, holding you close from behind. Hiding his face in your neck, he sighs. You know he doesn't really like it, but you also really appreciate Sanzu and couldn't leave him like this. Petting his hair, you let him have all the comfort he wants back without talking. 

"Stop leaving me to take care of him," he finally says, with a low tone. Yes, he was just jealous, but it never hurts either of you so it's fine. "I'm never leaving you, Rin." 

Ran

He chuckles, absolutely done with the pink hair man's bullshit. Why does he have to be like this tonight ? Ran was sure that he was doing it on purpose. You were too kind to him and he was taking advantage of it. But it's not like he could make you change your mind. 

"You don't have to take care of him, he's a grown man," Ran says with a bored voice, waiting for you to come back to his side. "You're a grown man too and I don't let you sleep on the table when you're wasted Ran, it's the same." Touché. 

With that, he lets you do your thing. Not even offering any help, he left the living room, letting you carry Sanzu by yourself. 

Once you were back, you sent him a nasty look, "you could've helped me." 

"You're the one wanting to help him, my love, deal with it." He says with a cocky smile but, deep down, he was sulky for sure. So you didn't answer, walking toward him instead and leaving a knee between his thighs. "Didn't you have plans for us tonight ?" A cocky smile appears on his lips. "Depend, you don't want to stay with the junkie to be sure he doesn't choke in his sleep ?" 

"Don't say things like this when you just want me down on you," you whisper to his ears, biting it seductively. Pulling you on his lap with a breathy laugh, he brushes your comment aside with a kiss. "Make yourself comfortable here sweetheart." 

Takeomi

Takeomi is done with him, you can't change my mind. Same as Ran, he will wait for you to come back to him after a quick check to see if Sanzu is still breathing. Not even thinking that you will help him. But when you start shaking his shoulders, he sighs, comes and stands behind you, staring at you annoyed. 

"Let him die there, he's used to it," he says, bending down to take your arm and pulling you with him. But you just get away from his grip and glare at him. "I can't let him there, Takeomi. So you help me or leave me alone," you hardly say, not taking this as a normal thing. He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "Do whatever you want." 

Waking Sanzu up, you take him to his room and start to undress him so he can have a decent night. Well, the best he can have in his state. You also check his urgent call to see if you were still there and feel finally at ease to leave him. In the end, Takeomi was waiting for you, leaned on the doorway. "You're done playing the nurse ?" You roll your eyes before looking at him with a fake smile. "All done mister, don't be sulky now." 

"You'll have to do something about it then," he teased before leaving first, you on his steps with an amused smile. 

Kokonoi

Koko hates it when he finds Sanzu dead in the living room. It stinks of a mix of cigarettes, alcohol and there's liquid or pills everywhere on the coffee table or the floor. He takes it way too personally and just wants to make him clean up his mess in the morning. But you don't think that way. 

Sanzu obviously feels bad most of the time for this to happen this often and taking care of him and his mess is a better way to help. Koko irk as he saw you on your knees, picking up the pills, trying to not put your hand in liquid everywhere. 

"Get up and let him here, your dress will get dirty," says Koko behind you, your coat in hands. "We can just send it to a pressing, it's nothing," you assure him as you leave the pills into an empty glass. "You're not the one paying and you have the audacity to say that ?" 

You send him a death glare, "Don't say that like I can't pay it myself and you don't get mad when I do it." He pitches his nose while knitting his brows. You were right, you're his princess and he just doesn't like seeing you like this. Leaving your stuff aside, he moves towards you before pushing you slowly to take care of the mess himself. "Get him a pillow and a blanket, I don't want to move him so he'll sleep there but at least the best he can." You smile at his words, kissing his cheeks. "I love you," you say before getting up. 

Because of that, he puts his hand in a puddle of alcohol, making him cursed. "Yeah, you better do.."

Kakucho

(For his case, he just come home after you and find you in the living room) 

He was surprised to find you, still fully dressed, in the living room past 1am. He couldn't see what was bothering you at this hour at first and just got in while taking off his coat and shoes. So he spoke without much care, not really paying attention already. "You should be in bed, Love.." You didn't answer at first, busy with waking Sanzu up enough to not have to carry him yourself. Since you didn't answer, he called you again, starting to get bothered to finally see you kneel down next to the sleeping man. 

His eyes soften when you turn to look at him with worried eyes. "No one will take him to bed if i don't," you say softly as you look at Sanzu again. "But he just won't wake up and I can't lift him." You seem so sad about this fact that Kaku just sighs before kneeling next to you and lifts the pink-haired boy from the floor. A big smile appears on your face as you follow him to the other man's room. 

Leaving him on his bed, Kaku was ready to tell you to not worry this much about him but your arms wrapped around him tells otherwise. "Thank you Kaku," you said, face buried in his back. A small smile appears on his lips before turning around and kissing your hair. "Now you're the one going to bed." 

Mikey 

(You were together, spending the night in his room while watching movies or whatever series you started. But you leave to have some snacks and weren't coming back, so he gets up to see what was going on.) 

He didn't say anything. The plate with all the snacks and drinks was on the coffee table, waiting to be taken back but you were too concerned by Sanzu's state. Pushing his hair away from his face, checking his eyes too. A sigh of release escapes your lips before you realize that you have to wake him up. But still happy that he was fine. 

Along with Mikey, he's one of your biggest concerns, cause you know how close they are. "Haru," you whisper at first before calling his name louder. Mikey, who comes to check why you were taking so much time, have to admit that he was touched by your actions towards Sanzu. He is a mess, most of the time, and no one -even himself- is like this with him. But there you are, waking him up to take care of him. 

When the pink-haired man was finally a bit awake, you helped him get up, and you noticed Mikey. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm just doing that and I'll be back okay ?" He simply nodded. "You're too kind..." 

You laugh, "Not really, it's just a part of my job to take care of him." 

Putting him in bed, you were ready to come back to Mikey. You take the plate in the living room and come back to Mikey's room, where he was waiting for you. "Sorry, I took longer than I thought."Jumping back on the bed, you lean your back against his chest and go back to your série. Moments pass, and Mikey ends up taking you in his arms, holding you close. "Thank you," he whispers in your neck. Smiling softly at his words, you hold his arms. "It's nothing." 

[pristine-rose]

Ahh to lounge in the comfort of Signora's lap.

Curled up nicely in her arms, as she presses kisses against your forehead and cheeks. One arm wrapped tightly around you, the other holding up a book or perhaps a pen so she can keep working without having to let go of you. Most mornings the fatui who see you have looong given up trying to pretend they don't see the lipstick marks that cover your face, some just roll their eyes and move on, others gently wipe the marks away, which of course only leads to Signora giving you fresh ones to make up for it.

Being able to go out with her, and when inevitably your own coat doesn't prove enough, she just playfully rolls her eyes and opens her coat for you to snuggle up. Does it make walking a bit harder? Yes. Is it worth it? Also yes! Back pressed to her front, her own height and the heels she hardly ever takes off making the difference between you enough that from a distance people can only see Signora and your head poking out of her giant coat.

Anyone talks smack about it being unprofessional to cuddle while performing her duties as harbinger will count themselves lucky to be able to crawl away from the reckoning she brings down on them. Though not all can be handled so easily. Childe pokes fun, your own rather decent friendship with the man finds him making games with you to annoy Signora. The shared favorite between you two, but one she particularly dislikes, is when you are wrapped in her coat with her, your head half buried in the voluptuous fur. The game is simple, Childe throws snacks at you, and you try to catch them. Its a messy game, one that has Signora even considering kicking you off of her lap to protect her coat from the inevitable stains, but she can't stop herself from adoring your little giggles and cheers whenever you catch the snacks, chewing away happily at the small treats that have literally fallen in your mouth.

Buuut don't go thinking she'll forget about the stains left by the snacks you didn't catch. She can't do much more then insult Childe and move on. But you... well she's a loving owner, you'll get your chance to make it up to her. And she does so love watching her sweet little pet tire herself out while she grinds against her owners thigh and begs oh so sweetly for forgiveness.

~🐁

YOU ACTUALLY SENT THIS BEFORE I EVEN ASKED FOR SIGNORA COMFORT HCS . . . 😭 ILYSM

/ completely sfw & fluffy utc

this is just me adding stuff btw bc this ask absolutely sent me 😭 i think i died a little reading it bc 1. i have a weakness for concepts like this 2. i’m so so tired from this past weekend and i needed it and 3. 🐁 anon is just… so so good

lipstick stains . . . she truly didn’t know how much she liked the sight of them on you at first. if anything, her addiction to them started only because she just could not stop kissing you.

how could she ever stop, when your face was just there, laying right on her shoulder? your cute sleeping face as you doze off on her lap — she can’t help but lay little butterfly kisses wherever she can reach without waking you up.

it wasn’t until one day when her lipstick was still freshly done, and she planted a kiss on your forehead that was a little too firm, leaving a light red stain on your skin. she lifted her thumb to swipe it off, until she realized she kinda liked how it looked on you. soon, one mark turned into two, and so on, until she buried your face in cute kisses the moment you woke up <3

this part might be self-indulgent because i’m so so so tiny . . . and your coat concept really reeled that in </3

she feels so warm against you under her coat. her arms are secured around your waist as the coat dangles over her and both your shoulders. if one of her subordinates were to grab her attention, your eyes would peek out of the fur as she turns. it’s such a cute sight — one that makes her feel a little romantic inside, like she’s hugging some little plush in front of her

she loves it when you turn your head or peak out to giggle sometimes, because you’re just so cute to her. she finds herself smiling just a little whenever you pull the coat to adjust it, because it means you don’t shy away from her scent or touch

[ddejavvu]

TREE TRUNK NECK KDHSHSKA

puppy! eddie gives me pitbull vibes, intimidating on the outside but a big marshmallow when you get to know him

maybe puppy! steve gets real protective if someone’s giving eddie a bit of a hard time or something, no one really takes steve too seriously at first until next thing you know all three of you gotta leave without groceries bc suddenly everyone is looking at you guys, he’s not even sorry either bc you’re all snuggled in bed comforting eddie (he’s still on edge) with sweet words and gentle kisses and he’s in the comfort of your home where it’s safe

all my thoughts on hybrid! steddie are poly btw if that’s ok

- 👻

Hybrid au faq

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PITBULL!EDDIE :((( omg yes no cropped ears though i would cry </3

steve's some prestigious purebred hybrid of an esteemed, valuable breed, so people tend to respect him more :( well, respect him as a pet. you can't count the number of times you've had to swat people's hands away from their ears in public because people don't ask they just try petting them?? you have to constantly remind steve and eddie that they're not pets they're people and that if anyone ever makes them uncomfortable that they can come to you and you'll take care of it for them :') but yeah :( maybe you let steve and eddie embark on a grocery store adventure to pick out whatever cuts of meat they want for dinner that night and someone says something about eddie.. steve does not take kindly to it. eddie knows that if he lashes out they'll just deem him as unsafe or aggressive but steve doesn't care, he growls or barks or does whatever he does that makes everyone stare.. they they're rushing back to you and telling you you all need to leave now. eventually you get it out of steve (eddie's not talking, just sitting with his chin to his chest and staring at the ground) that someone called him a nasty name, and when you get home it's straight into bed under his favorite blanket for the poor pitbull hybrid :') you hold his hands and kiss his cheeks and take turns kissing his lips and scratch his ears and rub his tummy until he cracks a little smile, then the floodgates open and with a little more coaxing he's back to his happy self :') definitely spends the rest of the day 'moping' in bed though, so that you dote on him more, the big faker <3

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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