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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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PT 3 OF SUNA'S VIRGIN BOYFRIEND

been putting this one off cause i never get male!reader asks and this is one of my favorite “series” i’ve written but ,,, here it finally is 😁☝🏼 writing this in third person was,,, so difficult because the only way i could refer to suna’s bf is “boyfriend” “lover” and using pronouns but i didn’t wanna write second person cause it didn’t have that ,,, flare. anyways imma shut up i hope you all enjoy this!! <3

warnings; virginity loss, anal fingering, anal sex, it’s pretty vanilla actually lol

to be completely fair, suna should have expected it. after months of fooling around and teetering on the edge, never fully crossing that boundary but getting awfully close to, suna should have seen it coming. but just like every other time, he’s caught off guard, eyes widening and mouth parting slightly, his breath caught in his lungs.

it’s in the middle of a very heated make out session that he asks him. he’s seated on suna’s lap, thighs spread and knees planted on the bed beneath them. his mouth presses harshly against suna’s, hands locked and tangled in his hair, twisting and pulling. suna’s breath-taken over just how much more confident the boy on his lap seems, how initiative falls more often in his hands, how tentativeness and carefulness gets thrown to the side so easily now, and he’s reminded again that he should have expected it.

but he really, really couldn’t have anticipated the breathless way his boyfriend had gasped out, after leaning back to stare down at suna through careful eyes, “can we have sex?”

suna’s brows furrow, and his hands squeeze at his lover’s waist. “i mean— sure?” he says, confusion laced in his voice. “you never really— ask?” his boyfriend sighs slightly, slumping his hold. in response, suna shifts, spreading his legs wider to sit up straighter, eyes locked on his.

“no,” he sighs, and suna’s frown deepens. the hands in his hair fall, coming to rest lightly on his shoulders, and it’s then he realizes that his boyfriend’s shaking. it’s barely noticeable, but suna’s able to tell, especially with the way his eyes seem to try to, at all costs, avoid his. “i mean sex sex. i—” his hands squeeze at suna’s shoulders, and he swallows thickly, before finally steeling himself, building up the courage to look directly at suna as he confesses, “i want you to fuck me.”

suna honest to god feels all the blood leave his head and go straight to his dick.

his hands on his waist tighten, gripping rougher, more in a way to ground himself than anything, before suna mutters out, “you want me— inside of you?” he’s asking as if to make sure he heard him right, as if to properly process what he’d just heard. his boyfriend nods in confirmation, and suna finally breathes. “are you—”

“i’m sure,” he interrupts, all too quickly, enough to elicit a sheepish, teasing smile on suna’s lips. “please just— i trust no one but you. i trust no one more than you, and there’s nobody i can imagine doing this with.”

“you’ve thought about this?” suna asks, and his boyfriend rolls his eyes, ease crawling back onto his skin, nervous energy dissipating.

“of course i’ve thought about this, rin,” he replies, and he figures it’s the end of that, no more prodding and prying, but he’s on back before he can blink, suna hovering above him, much closer than he ever was. his hands are on either side of him, the muscles on his arms bulging as he keeps himself up, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.

“tell me,” he says, and the boy beneath him shivers. “tell me what you think about.” his tongue ties, and he stammers, while suna’s fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tickling the tiny strip of skin revealed, daring to inch upwards. “come on; tell me.”

the moment suna’s hand finally presses flat against his stomach right beneath his shirt, he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as his lover above him leans over to press a kiss to his jaw. “i think about you, and— your hands.”

suna hums, his mouth littering wet kisses down to his neck. “hmm, my hands?”

his boyfriend nods, dizzyingly quick, and continues, “your fingers too.” suna hums again, in encouragement, his hand trailing further up and his mouth trailing down lower. “so long and thick— want you to— to fuck me with them. want them deep inside me. stretching me open for— ugh—” swallowing a low fuck, suna instead grins as he sucks hotly where his boyfriend had been so responsive. “—for you.”

it’s all he needs, and a second later, suna’s sitting up, his hand leaving the warmth of his boyfriend’s tummy as he leans back, reaching for the back of the neck of his shirt, gripping and lifting it over his head. at the first sight of skin, his boyfriend inhales sharply, and it’s almost like the very first time they’d even dared to be close to one another. it’s not the first he’s seen of suna, and it definitely won’t be the last— at least suna hopes — but there’s something about tonight that makes this a thousand times more intimate. maybe it’s the knowledge of what it will all lead to, or the fact that this is what his lover wants it to lead to, that’s making everything as overwhelming as it is, especially for suna.

urgently, his boyfriend strips himself of his own shirt, mirroring suna as they both slip out of their trousers and, timidly, following suit after suna removes his briefs. they’re both barely hard yet, but suna can feel the lust and want thrumming loudly in his veins.

“baby,” suna sighs, falling forward to lean over his lover again. his boyfriend hums, nodding slowly as suna’s palm trails up to cup his cheek endearingly, a thumb brushing lightly at the skin. “are you sure you want to do this?”

“rin—“ he starts to whine, but suna’s quick to cut him off.

“no, i’m serious. this isn’t something you can decide in the heat of the moment,” he warns, his eyes sharp yet as soft as ever, trying his best to convey what he means to say. “i don’t want you to end up regretting it later, that you could’ve waited longer— and i don’t mind waiting. i don’t mind waiting forever for you.”

his boyfriend sighs, a small smile painting his lips as his hand wraps around suna’s wrist, the same wrist attached to the hand cupping his face. “i’ve never been more sure about anything,” he promises, adding, “and i was serious when i said i’ve thought about this before. none of those other times felt right, but now... i’m ready, i promise.”

suna decides he’s never been good with words, and kisses him instead. his lips meet his halfway as his lover lifts up to meet him, and it’s the most sensual kiss they’ve shared. it’s a million times more electric, a thousand times more passionate, and it’s as if everything they’ve ever felt and are feeling for one another is being poured into this one kiss. suna kisses him soft and slow, taking his time, because for once, they’re in no rush. for once, it really does feel like the world is stopping for them, almost as if in respect. he thanks the universe and kisses him harder.

there’s blind fumbling in the drawers as suna reaches over, unprepared to break the kiss in any way while he searches for what he needs. unsurprisingly, he can’t find shit without his eyes, and breaks the kiss with an annoyed huff and groan.

his boyfriend laughs lightly at him, to suna’s dismay, as he grabs at the necessary items, tossing onto the bed a bottle of lube and a condom. when he uncaps the bottle, suna starts, “just so you know,” he squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers, “you can back out any time you want.” he leans back, further away from his boyfriend, and presses his hand to his thigh, pushing at his legs to spread them. “i mean, any time.”

the nod suna receives is strained, and his boyfriend’s thighs tense, his half hard cock lightly twitching as suna’s hand trails lower.

“this is okay?”

he nods again.

“i need to hear you, baby.” to reinforce his statement, suna’s hand freezes where it is, awfully close to his boyfriend’s dick.

his boyfriend nods again, mewling out a small, “yes, please, touch me,” that finally urges suna’s lube covered hand to press right where he needs him to, his other hand gripping at his inner thigh and keeping his legs open wide.

testing the waters, suna’s fingers lightly circle his hole, massaging gently to cop a feel of how his boyfriend would recreate. when he sees the way his breath hitches, the way his hips twitch lightly and threaten to raise, he finally, finally, presses his pointer finger inside, taking it as slow as ever. the wet lube eases the slide, his boyfriend’s hole sucking him in hotly. suna leans heavier on the hand on his boyfriend’s thigh, trying his best to steel himself and not take him right then and there.

god he could already feel his dick hardening.

he starts to lightly finger him, not yet curling his finger or anything of the sort, simply trying to stretch him a little and get him used to the feel. “you’ll tell me if i need to stop?” suna asks, and he feels him clench down around him.

“don’t stop, please,” his boyfriend begs. in response, suna simply chuckles.

he spends a generous amount of minutes stretching him, adding a second finger to loosen him up more, squeezing out more lube when necessary, curling his fingers to heighten the experience. so far, his personal self control is impressing him, especially with how cute his boyfriend looks beneath him, cock hard and leaking, thighs and muscles twitching, mouth parted a little dumbly. he couldn’t wait to sink into him.

although it feels like hours are passing, suna doesn’t slack off. he presses a third finger into his boyfriend’s hole and watches his wide, blown eyes as he arches deeply, head tossed back and hips pressing into the mattress, as if to urge suna’s fingers deeper inside of him.

suna can really never get enough of his reactions.

“rin, rin please,” he whines, hands grasping tightly at the pillow his head lays on. he thrashes beneath suna as suna curls his fingers again, pressing tightly against his prostrate, his other hand squeezing at his tense balls. “rin, i beg you, give me your cock, please.”

“never deemed you a desperate guy, my love,” he teases, but his own cheeks are flushed and he’s sweating a little, his cock fully hard and brushing against his stomach with every harsh movement of his arm as he fucks his fingers faster into him.

“rintarō,” his boyfriend gasps. “wanna cum with you inside of me.”

unsurprisingly, suna’s sold.

he twists and scissors his fingers for good measure, trying to ensure that his boyfriend’s properly stretched out, but in his lust induced haze, he can only pray he is. he’s quick to grab at his own dick, fisting and squeezing at it tightly, while his boyfriend manages to sit up, reaching for the discarded condom and unwrapping it.

“put it on me?” suna offers, leaning back and taking his hand off his dick, despite how much it hurt to.

his boyfriend’s trembling frame attempts to sit up straighter, and his eyes meet suna’s. “okay,” he stutters out, leaning closer and lower. his hands shake as he presses the condom against the tip of suna’s cock, before slowly sliding it down, all along his shaft. soon as it’s on, he breathes out, a little shakily.

of course, suna notices, as he always does, and urges him to look up with a gentle nudge at his chin. “everything okay?” he softly asks.

suna’s never been good with words, he repeats to himself, but he knows his eyes have always been a dead giveaway, if only one were to properly look. and he can trust his boyfriend to look. proving suna right, as soon as he reads through him, his boyfriend smiles, and grabs at suna’s forearms.

“everything’s perfect,” he replies, and falls back onto the bed, taking suna with him.

throughout the length of their relationship, suna’s taken many of his boyfriend’s firsts. he’s watched him become who he is today, watched him grow in confidence, especially sexually, and every single time had been more satisfying than the one before. this, however, is unlike anything else. this feels a thousand times more satisfying than anything he had ever, ever done with him. the amount of trust he’s placing onto suna, the amount of want and desire and need that’s within him to let him kiss all over his body and to let him sink fully inside of him, to take away something as special and as important as his virginity.

suna can’t fathom, can’t comprehend, the fact that someone trusts him this much. and that that someone isn’t just anybody.

“fuck,” he breathes out, finally bottomed out. his hips press against his boyfriend’s, his hands fisting the pillow beneath him. “fuck, you feel so good,” he praises, and in response, his boyfriend moans and sighs delightfully.

“you— you feel so good too,” he admits, hands fumbling. “feel so full with you— with you inside of me.”

“yeah?” suna encourages.

“mhhmm.” he nods, brows furrowed deeply.

and when suna grinds his hips, somehow pushing himself even deeper, the boy beneath him cries out, back arching, just the way he wanted him to. he rolls his hips again, leaning closer and closer until their chests are pressed flush against one another, until he can feel his boyfriend’s cock, painfully hard, twitching between them, before he presses his lips against his.

against his mouth, his boyfriend gasps, breathing him in. his legs lift to wrap around suna’s waist as his hole stretches and twitches to accommodate suna’s cock. “rin,” he starts, but he doesn’t know what he’s leading to. suna’s name is the only thing that feels right to say.

suna doesn’t believe in fate, neither does he believe in coincidence. but maybe, maybe, just this once, he’ll believe in the universe, for it’s decision to find him this boy is one he’s forever grateful for.

“i love you,” suna finally says, and doesn’t give him a chance to respond before he’s pulling out, and pressing back in suddenly, leaving all but a gasp on his lover’s lips.

EXTRA SCENE:

“you loveeee me?”

their bodies are a mess of sweat and cum, evidence of the multiple rounds of love-making— much to suna’s chagrin, that really was love-making, so really, maybe suna was a virgin too in a sense—

“shut up.”

his boyfriend laughs, gleefully, and suna genuinely can’t hide the smile it paints on his lips. “yeah but why did you admit it mid sex, rin? like some coming of age movie?”

suna rolls his eyes, still smiling unfortunately, and shifts on the bed, rolling over onto to his side to have his back facing his boyfriend instead. unsurprisingly, sticky arms make their way around him, and a wet pair of lips press against the back of his neck as legs tangle with his. against all odds, he sighs, relaxing and leaning into the touch behind him.

his boyfriend kisses his shoulder, and then mutters right by his ear, “i love you too, by the way. if you hadn’t already figured,” and suna’s heart jumps right into his throat.

this was so longggg but i really really hope you guys like it, because it took me an embarrassingly long time <//3 and also because i’m proud of it. and also because i just wanna make you guys happy :) anyways luv u all hope you have amazing days ahead of you mwah <3

#suna smut #haikyuu smut #suna x reader #suna x male reader #suna x male reader smut #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou smut #sal's thirst tag <3

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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amazingphilza · 4 years ago

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maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

#idk whether to actually call this platonic but it’s not exactly romance so #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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midnightstar-90 · 4 years ago

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Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

A Solar Calculator, a Game Ball, and a Cheerleader's Bosom

Summary: Sheldon helps his father coach the football team.

The Cooper family was getting ready for the football game. Even though Y/N was a cheerleader for her school's football team, football was never her thing. Like Sheldon, during the football games, Y/N would do something other than watch the game. She knew the Coopers had a problem with it, but they can't force her to watch the game.

"Hey, imma head out," Y/N said, getting ready to go to the library. Football games were the best way to get all your schoolwork done and read a few comics. "Okay, don't be out too late," Mary said.

Georgie runs into the living room. "Was that Y/N?" Georgie asked urgently. "You know that girl is never here during game day. She's heading to the library. Do you want to go with her," Mary asked her son, hoping that he would say yes. "In your dreams. I just need to talk to her."

All the hope Mary built up a second ago disappeared. "She just left," she told the boy. The boy ran outside, hoping she was still there. Georgie caught Y/N at the end of the sidewalk. Georgie called out Y/N's name 3 times before she turned around.

"Georgie, you want to go to the library? Over football?" Georgie just gave his friend a come-on look. Y/N giggled, "So, what do ya need?" "Why don't you ever stay for the games? If you wanted to, you could finish all your work at the house." I made at his question.

"I can't do 'game day' Coopers. To be honest, no matter how long I stay here, I can't deal with the yelling, Meemaw's gambling habit, or your constant after-game chatter. Also, I just don't like football," Y/N says with a sad look.

"How can you not like football? You cheer for the school's football team." Georgie asked, giving Y/N a confused look.

I check my watch and see it is almost 7 pm, "I have to get to the library. Let's talk later, okay." I start to run to the library, leaving Georgie still confused.

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Y/N's POV

I got home from the library, and I immediately went to my room. I ran right past Georgie on the couch. I knew Georgie would follow me to my room.

I walk into my room. The first thing I see is my cheer uniform. "Why?" I hear someone say, and I turn around and see Georgie. "Why do you wear that uniform if you don't support it?" I roll my eyes.

"Have you ever held a conversation with a cheerleader? They know nothing about football. I didn't join cheerleading because of football. I am a cheerleader because I support you. I didn't want to do cheer just so you know. But, I did it to support you, and what you love." I say, honestly.

I put my uniform back on my closet door. "Well, that mystery is solved. Wanna hear about the ga-" I think Georgie remembered that I don't like Georgie's 'after-game' rants.

"Georgie, I love you, but football is not something we have in common," I say, resting my hand on his shoulder.

Georgie didn't know what to say, so he went to his room.

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George said he couldn't fit me in the truck because he was taking Sheldon. That made me suspicious. George never took Sheldon to school. Anyways, Mary said she would take me.

I sat in the car with Missy and Mary. "Y/N, how was the library?" Mary asked, making me look up from my book. "It was quiet. I found a new comic series to read," I say. "Well, that's great. Maybe you can find more at the comic store."

"How come you and dad give her money every week, for a book with pictures, but I can't get a new doll?" Missy asks. "Y/N is reading, and she is finding ways to get out of the house," Mary told her daughter.

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Georgie's POV

It's game day, and I'm on the field. It's time to punt. The quarterback comes over to the team's huddle and tells us that my dad said to go for it.

First, my best friend tells me that she's not into football. Then, Sheldon comes and takes the only thing I like that he doesn't.

I look over at Y/N, and she looks happy, but her eyes say otherwise. I may not be the smartest, but I know when my friend is sad. There is more to the 'I don't like football' story.

We ended up winning the game. Why did it have to be because of Sheldon, though? I should be more worried about Y/N.

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Y/N and I are hanging out in my room. She looks sad. I sat next to her on the bed. She had a jacket in her hands.

I decide to ask, "Hey, what do you have there?" She doesn't look up or talk back. I gently take the jacket, and she lets me. I've seen this jacket before. I know because I have the same one.

"Y/N, whose jacket is this. You know you can wear mine," I barely whisper. She's still looking down.

"He stood me up," I finally got a response. "Who used you?" "Ian Lynch. He told me we were in a secret relationship."

"Is that why you go to the library every Wednesday and game day." She shacks her head and says, "no, not completely. I was really going to the library on game days. I wasn't lying. On Wednesdays, he takes me to a restaurant on the other side of town."

Ian is one of my teammates. He is known for standing girls up when he finds a new one. This made me so mad. She doesn't deserve him.

"Here," I give her my jacket and continue, "Don't wear his jacket, wear mine. I'll give it back for you." She nods and puts my jacket on.

I needed a reason to get close to Ian, without others around.

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Y/N's POV

'Why is everyone cheering for Sheldon? Did I miss something?' I thought walking to class. Before I got there I see Shelby put Sheldon's face in her bosom.

I run up to Shelby and Sheldon, and I pull him away from her. I glare at Shelby as I shield Sheldon from the crowd. I take him to the library and make my way to class.

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I am trying to study, and all I hear is rock music blasting through my wall. I walk over to Georgie's room, knowing something is wrong. Before I get there I hear Mary yelling at Georgie, for every little thing.

Mary walks out angry, with not one word to me. "Grounded, huh? You know you put a lot of energy into making sure I'm okay, but what about you?" I ask, entering the messy room.

"huh," Georgie responds. "You're not okay," I say cocking my eyebrow.

"It's just... You are my best friend, but it feels like we have nothing in common. You have been holding information back from me. Also, Sheldon says one smart thing, and all the attention goes to him. My dad is even hanging out with him," Georgie rants.

I look down and then look right back up. "Well, I think that us not liking the same things is what makes us best friends. We may not like what the other likes, but we still support each other. As for the keeping information, I didn't tell you because he is your teammate. I didn't want you to lose a game because yall are fighting."

Georgie takes in the information. Georgie opens his arms for me to cuddle with him. I shake my head and say, "No, your mom was right. This room is a pigsty."

Georgie gives me an offended look, before shooing me away. I just walk out of the room like nothing happened.

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I didn't go to the party, but I heard that Ian got a black eye at the party. I wonder who could have done that.

When Sheldon told me that he got a B+, I didn't understand. Sheldon is a straight A++ student.

He explained to me how it happened. I can't believe everyone would use him like that. We were in the library, plotting what to do about Sheldon.

"What are you good at, other than being smart," I ask, trying to come up with a way to help. "I'm good at tattling," the boy says, with enthusiasm in his voice. "Then that is what your gonna do. If you rat them out, they won't trust you again. There is only one person you can tell that A. isn't using you and B. is ruthless when it comes to using you," I explain.

Sheldon's face grows a large smile. "Mom. She is my go-to when I need someone yelled at. Thanks for doing business with me," the boy holds his hand out. I shake his hand and he runs out.

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I watch Georgie and George leave out of the house. Before they leave, I see Georgie's smile. I knew it was Georgie that punched Ian at the party.

10 minutes before

"Mary, could you not punish Georgie as much?" Mary looks at me and asks why. "Georgie going to that party was not his fault. You remember Ian," She nods and continues the dishes, "Well he stood me up, so I told Georgie. He was just protecting me."

She looks at me, and she sees I'm not lying. "George!" George walks into the kitchen. "You can take Georgie if you want, but he is still grounded."

George runs to get Georgie. I run up to Mary, and I give her a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. You and your family are the best things to happen to me," I say remembering all of our good times. Mary looks down, and she hugs me back.

I love my family.

#Sheldon Cooper #missy cooper #Georgie Cooper #Mary Cooper #George Cooper #Meemaw #Connie Tucker #big bang theory #young sheldon #x reader #fanfic #Georgie Cooper x reader

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rj-s · 4 years ago

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Worth it.

Reader x Sana

Requested

Genre: fluff

Words: 403

You knew it was a bad idea to go out without an umbrella when your members told you to bring one. Your girlfriend insisted on kissing in the rain because she wanted to recreate that scene from the recent movie she watched with you.

And here you are, sick in bed.

"I'm sorry, baby." Sana pouted as she kissed your hand.

You gave her a weak smile, "It's fine, baby. At least we got hot choco."

"And the kiss!"

Right, the kiss. You coughed.

"Oh, god, baby. Are you okay?"

You nodded.

Sana looked worried.

"Imma get some food, baby. Let's watch movies later?"

You nodded again and smiled as she kissed your cheeks.

"Rest for a while, baby."

She said as she left the room as you slowly fell asleep.

You woke up to the smell of your favourite comfort food. Opening your eyes, you see your girlfriend smiling at you, with your favourite dish in her hands.

"Hey, baby. Good sleep?"

You nodded as you slowly got up. Sana put the dish next to your shared bed and sat next to you. You got comfortable slowly and turned on the tv, put on the latest series you two are binging.

Your girlfriend insisted on feeding you while the two of you watch the series.

"I can do it myself, Sana-ah."

"No, say ahh."

Deep down, Sana is still very guilty that she got you sick. The worries are in her eyes and you can feel it too.

Not long after, you finished your meal and got comfortable in your girlfriend's arms. She played with your hair while humming the theme song of the series.

Pressing soft kisses on your forehead, she signed softly.

"I'm so sorry, baby..."

You looked up at her, eyes soften seeing her like this.

"Baby..."

She looked down at you, pouting.

"At least we got Jihyo unni to take that picture for you."

You said as the both of you smiled widely.

"That's true."

Your girlfriend said as she looked at the picture.

"I'm so in love with you."

"I'm so in love with you too... Thank you for taking care of me, baby."

You smiled softly at your girlfriend. Sana slowly leaned in but got stopped by you. She was confused.

"I'm sick, baby."

She leaned in anyway. The familiar taste softens you as the two of you moved in sync.

"Worth it."

#sana #sana minatozaki #twice sana #twice fluff #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice scenarios #sana fluff #sana imagines #sana scenarios #twice #once #kpop #kpop girl groups #Kpop girl group

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sckyie · 4 years ago

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wrong dad | miya atsumu

word count: 1k

genre: fluff, dad!atsumu

pronouns used: female insert (she/her)

a/n: imma do a song series soon

✎...

Ever since the birth of your new baby boy, nights have been restless. Your son reaching his six months, all he wants is cuddles while he chews on his teething toy. Atsumu had tried to compensate from being gone by video calling you every day to see his boy.

Your son had struggled to sleep every night. He'd babble and fight his sleep constantly. You and your husband knew you'd have to stay in his room another hour just to make sure he's fully asleep. Osamu knew this too as he'd come over to have dinner with his brother's family if he didn't go into work that night.

"Hi baby-" Atsumu entered the house.

"Shhh, he's settling down," You say, pointing at your drowsy son.

"Oh, sorry," He smiled. Atsumu walks over and plants a kiss on your forehead. "How was yer day? Was he being good?"

"It was fine, he just wanted attention. Osamu passed by and dropped off some food," You say. Your husband seats himself beside you. He rubs his thumb over the bottom of your son's foot. This causes your son to shift a little in his sleep. He lets out a loud sigh and began to snore softly. "Wow, you're just like your daddy, he snores in his sleep too."

"Hey," Atsumu nudges you.

"I'm gonna go lay him down," you giggled before pecking his cheek.

After putting your son to rest, you entered the living room to see Atsumu talking on the phone in the kitchen. He ends to the call as you walked over to him. "Samu is coming over," He says wrapping his hands around your waist. "I was wonderin' babe, can we have another kid?"

You looked at him like he said something crazy. "Our son's not even one," You laughed. "When he's older and when you're a big star."

"I'll take it," Atsumu chuckled. "I want a baby girl though. Yer son is a mama's boy, it ain't fair."

"Not my fault that you're always away," You kiss his cheek. "Even if we have a girl, I still think she'll like me more."

"Keep talking like that we might have another baby sooner than you want," Atsumu furrowed his brows at you.

Later on, Osamu comes over with some food and you enjoy dinner together. As the night continues, you heard your son crying on the baby monitor. You quickly went upstairs to your son. "Hey, shh shh, mama's here," You picked him up. Your son continued his screaming and was wiggling out of your hold. "Alright, I'll bring you to your papa."

You bring the wailing baby downstairs and grabbed his teething toy from the fridge. "Hey buddy," Atsumu cooed while you tried to hand him his toy. "Yer very fussy, huh? C'mere, come to papa."

Once you handed your son to your husband, you swore your eardrums were blown out. Your son only screamed louder and tried to push 'Sumu away from him. "Oh lovey," Your son reached out to you. "Why so fussy?"

"Baba! Baba!" He babbled. That was his way of saying Papa.

"I am yer Papa," Atsumu pouted.

"Wait," You paused. You turned to Osamu who was watching this all go down.

"Baba!" Your son began reaching out to Osamu. "Wan Baba."

You and Atsumu stood there confused like, that's not your dad. You hand your brother-in-law your son and he almost immediately calms down. "Huh?!" You and 'Sumu say.

"Buddy that's not your Papa," Atsumu frowned. He reached out but your son smacked his arm away.

"It's because I look like him isn't it," Osamu cooed. "It's alright, I'm the better brother anyways."

"Samu!" Your husband goes to pounce his brother but you pulled his ear. "Ow! Ow! Okay I'm not gonna."

"He's calming down, let him chill with his uncle," You say.

"Yer just gonna let him believe that he's his dad?" Atsumu argued. "I love ya bud, but it's me, I'm your daddy."

You giggled at the sight of your husband going soft for his baby boy. Your son didn't care for him and began reaching for Osamu's cheeks. "Baba," He giggled.

"Baby," Atsumu pouted as he watched your son played with his uncle. You thought it was a funny sight, your baby confusing his father for his twin brother. Seeing your sad husband you thought of a way to get your son to recognize his dad.

"Hey 'Samu, blow raspberries on his cheek," You say. Osamu strugged and does the action softly. Your baby stops his giggling and stared at his uncle. It looked like he literally broke your son. Your son began to push away from the strange man.

"Baba!" He began to cry. Atsumu quickly swooped him from his brother and began to blow loud raspberries on his cheek, kissing his nose almost immediately after. "Baba?"

"Ah hah!" Atsumu lifts him up. "Yea! I'm Papa!" Your son began to smile and giggle. Once he was down from being in the air, your son hugs Atsumu's neck.

"He's gonna choke you out," You chuckled.

"Good, deserves it for borrowing my car the other week without telling me," Osamu crossed his arms.

"Please don't ever forget me again buddy. You're gonna make daddy sad," Atsumu holds his son closer. You smiled at the sight, your husband and his mini-me. You walked over and pecked your son's cheek before kissing your husband.

"Great, now you can put him to sleep," You whispered. Atsumu paused remembering how hard it is for your son to fall back asleep. "Samu, you wanna come with me to great some more formula from the store?"

"Sure," Osamu grabs his keys. "Later bro."

"Wait-" Atsumu was cut off.

"I love you, good luck!" You winked before leaving the house. Your husband stood with his giggling son like a lost puppy.

"Aight buddy, let's go to bed," He sighed."I'm making you pay for these restless nights when you're older." He pointed at your son.

"Ah pffffffff," Your son blew raspberries at your husband. Atsumu shook his head and began to pepper his son with kisses on the way up to his room.

✎...

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu x you #fanfic #hq x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #haikyuu dad #forbes dreamz

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jrumbots-sandals · 4 years ago

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Okay, so I wrote a HC fanfic, because why tf not. The idea wouldn't leave my head, so now you get to deal with it.

Based on @mayflowers07’s "I can be the one you call" series. In that series, there is an established code word on the Hermitcraft server for when a prank goes too far or when a hermit is in danger: "blue creeper." When a player says this phrase, everything stops to help the hermit in need. Please go read their series--it's amazing! The premise of this fic comes from that series as well, so I take no credit for the idea, just the execution!

This is my first HC fic ever, so there's probably a lot of errors when it comes to canon. Impulse and Tango are probably OOC. Timeline is all over the place because 1. I've been watching a lot of hermits, and 2. I'm watching everything out of order. Let me know your thoughts if you like! I mostly wrote this for me, but I wanted to share it anyway.

Anyway, here goes.

The Sleep Prank

WC: 3540

Bdubs was tired. It wasn't uncommon; he was, after all, the sleep master. He had a natural ability to fall asleep as soon as the sun began to set.

Today, however, was different. Where there was usually the pleasant sleepy feeling that accompanied the end of each day, today there was frustrated exhaustion. All because of Tango and Impulse's stupid prank.

It had been going on for three days now. The prank was funny at first— a TNT explosion rigged to blow when Bdubs went to hit his bed. The first time it had happened, he had just finished clearing out most of a nearby sand biome, grabbing a large quantity for the concrete shop. At 10 pm precisely, he took out his trusty bed he travelled with, he set it on the ground and prepared for his nightly shreep sleep. When it happened, he had shrieked loudly and fallen off the bed, causing his fellow Boomers, who were hiding behind a nearby dune, to cry with laughter.

"Very FUNNY!!!!!" he had yelled in his trademark over-exaggerated voice. "Mess with ol' Bdubs while he's tryin' to sleep. You think that's FUNNY, don't you?!"

"Yes, actually," cackled Tango. "It's hilarious. Oh, your FACE…"

The laughter went on for several minutes, Bdubs pretending to be angry while the other two collapsed on each other in laughter. But Bdubs had taken the prank good-naturedly, and soon enough the other two left and he was alone again. Slightly shaken up, he picked up his things and headed to his base, ready to actually get some sleep.

The second time was still funny. Impulse and Tango had trapped his home beds to do the same thing, which didn't hurt Bdubs or any of his things, but did make him jump out of his skin. The two had clearly been expecting this, because soon after, his communicator buzzed:

ImpulseSV: TANGO IT WORKED

TangoTek: HAHAHHAHA YESSSS

TangoTek: Get some nice sleep Bdubs? >:)

Glaring at the offensive messages, he typed back:

BdoubleO100: NO >:(

BdoubleO100: YOU FOOLS SCARED ME SO BAD

BdoubleO100: You guys are the WORST

BdoubleO100: Trapping my BEAUTIFUL HOME

Bdoubleo100: I'll get you for that

Bdubs laughed as he typed out his mock rage. But it was all in good fun, both Bdubs and the Boomers knew.

Now slightly wary of the many beds he had around his base, Bdubs got up from the current bed, no real goal in mind besides getting away from the beds for a little while. It was 10:32 now. Usually, he would already be asleep, ready to skip the night and start on more building projects in the morning. Nursing a slight headache, he picked up a book from one of his many decorative bookcases and sat down away from any beds to read.

20 minutes later, eyes heavy from reading and body tired from the day, he cautiously hit a bed for the third time. Nothing happened. He sighed in relief, already starting to fade into sleep.

And then it happened again. An explosion of TNT, to his right.

"AAAAAGH!!" he screamed, again startled by the prank. This time, he heard a dispenser fire, and suddenly he had a piece of paper in his hand:

GOTCHA!!!!!! — your fellow boomers :)

With a stab of annoyance, he crumpled up the paper and huffed downstairs. Grabbing some rockets and a few blocks of wool, Bdubs took off into the night, heading...somewhere. He didn't know where he was going, besides away, away from his base and the stupid bed prank.

He touched down a few hundred blocks away from his base, finding a decently-sized patch of grass sheltered from the outside by the overhang of a small cliff. He spread out the wool and placed a few torches for safety. Without a true bed, the game's code wouldn't let him instantly sleep and skip the night like usual, but he could still sleep the old-fashioned way. Though not as substantial in length or quality, he would still get some rest, ready in the morning to dismantle all the stupid bed traps around his base and then get some real work done.

Sighing quietly, he laid down, closing his eyes and falling into an uneasy rest. It only lasted half an hour or so, just long enough for Tango and Impulse to find him and set off some more TNT. He woke up in a panic at the thunderous sound, disoriented.

"WHAT THE FU-"

He was interrupted by his two tormentors howling with laughter, peeking out from behind a tree not far from his sleeping spot.

"Sup Bdubs! Get some good sleep?" Tango called, smugly.

Impulse was doubled over beside him, absolutely cackling. "Yeah, you thought you could run away huh? Oh Bdubs…"

"Oh veRY FUNNY!" he tried, but his voice and face betrayed his tiredness and annoyance.

"Ha, ha, yes hilarious, now will you leave me alone?"

Tango gave him a cruel smirk. "Well why don't you try to sleep again and find out?"

His heart sank, seeing how invested the two were in this prank. They really weren't going to let him sleep.

"Please?" It was a pitiful request, free of any of the usual amusing inflection in his voice. Tango and Impulse looked at each other, having a silent conversation. Finally, Impulse spoke.

"Okay, if you can make it to tomorrow without sleeping, we'll let you off the hook. We just wanted to see how long you could go," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, Bdubs, it'll be a great challenge for you! See you in the morning then?" asked Tango.

Bdubs considered their offer. What choice did he have? He could make it through one night.

"Fine," he sighed. "I'll just...read or something."

The Boomers smiled.

"We believe in you!"

"Bye Bdubs!"

They flew off into the night, leaving him to face the rest of the long night alone.

***

It was painful, but Bdubs made it through.

Grabbing his things, he took off back toward his base, thinking about the day ahead. He had some farming to do, a small shack to finish detailing, and the concrete shop to restock. Not to mention finding all the Boomer traps in his house. Then he would go to bed early and be done.

The day passed uneventfully, with no bed-related explosions, thankfully. Bdubs dug out all the blocks around the many beds around his houses, ripping out the offensive redstone wiring whenever he found some. He pocketed the TNT. It served Impulse and Tango right.

Bdubs really didn't do well without at least 8 hours of sleep. It was just how he operated. A full night of quality sleep was essential to keeping up with all the building work on the server and keeping up his happy, boisterous personality. The effects of no sleep were already wearing on him. He had been grumpy and distracted all day, trying to keep his eyes open long enough to not fall asleep on his feet. While working at the concrete shop earlier, he had dropped a block of the stuff on his foot. Swearing loudly and hopping on one foot, he slammed the door and left the building, only to find someone he really didn't want to see: Impulse.

"Hello, Impulse," said Bdubs stiffly.

"Bdubs! Get some good sleep? Oh wait!" Impulse chortled.

He restrained himself from telling Impulse just exactly what he thought of their stupid prank and no sleep challenge (some of the younger hermits were nearby, after all). Instead, he forced out a laugh and put on an overexaggerated expression of indignance.

"You and Tango, I can't believe you would mess with my sleep. Do you KNOW how hard that was? I'm-I'm gonna fall over or something!" He yawned dramatically, pretending to start falling.

Bad idea. He lost his balance for real and fell, slamming into the ground. Impulse just laughed and helped him up, unaware that he wasn't joking.

"Boomers gotta boom, Bdubs."

"Fair enough. Imma get you back though. So you better WATCH OUT!" Bdubs grinned mischievously as Impulse sprinted away in mock fear.

Once he was out of sight, Bdubs slumped over, rubbing his hip where he had fallen. This prank was really starting to take a toll on him.

The rest of the day passed fine, but Bdubs was on edge, finding himself becoming annoyed at little things— the sound of blocks scraping against each other in his inventory, the lowing of animals around the village, the rockets being fired by a passing hermit. He brushed it off, knowing he just needed sleep.

That night, he looked cautiously at his bed. Even though he had checked underneath it earlier and found nothing, the Boomers were some of the smartest redstone workers on the whole server; they could definitely hide traps Bdubs would never find. And now that they knew that disrupting his sleep would get him so riled up, they were bound to do it again, even if he had technically completed their challenge.

Sighing, he flew back to the grass patch from the night before, this time with more wool. Settling down, he tried to fall asleep and realized he couldn't. Despite being bone-tired from last night and a long day today, sleep wouldn't come. A slight panic came over him. He had never not been able to fall asleep before. Was it stress? Anxiety? Both, probably, he thought.

Sighing, he propped himself up against a nearby wall and slapped on his communicator, needing a distraction. He scrolled through the day's messages, laughing at some:

Grian: Guys mumbos AFK again

Grian: What should I do to him

Iskall85: push him in a hole and then cover his floors with ice lol

Xisumavoid: New potion building is open! Free for all my hermits :)

Stressmonster101: Are u tryin' t put me outta business?

Stressmonster101: ill get u for that X, i will

Smiling at his friends' antics, Bdubs moved to get back into bed. But he was still uneasy— something felt off. Scowling at the thought of being woken up by another explosion, he turned over and closed his eyes, trying his hardest to sleep.

Except his paranoia had been for good reason.

Because moments later, TNT went off, startling Bdubs awake. Well, not awake. He never really got to sleep, but he was getting close, and now the goddamn TNT was back.

Groaning in frustration and cursing under his breath, he sat up to look for the victory message he had come to expect. Sure enough:

ImpulseSV: WE GOT HIM AGAIN BOYS

ImpulseSV: aGAIN AAGSAJH

TangoTek: Take notes, ladies and gentlemen

ImpulseSV: Bdubs weve been waiting like an HOUR for you

TangoTek: WORTH IT

TangoTek: lol

Bdubs played along, sending a funny message back, but he was privately glad it was over the communicator and not in real life. He was pretty sure he would have straight up punched the two in the face if they had been nearby. He had done the challenge. It had been over 24 hours since he had slept. Couldn't they leave him the hell alone already?

He thought about trying to be serious with him and ask them, point-blank, to stop. Surely they would see how much they had put their friend through and end it. They weren't that cruel. Right?

Huffing in frustration, he packed up everything he had brought and trudged back to his base. If he was going to get pranked again, he may as well be comfortable at home.

Once he reached home, he threw his things down unceremoniously. Dammit. He should really be sleeping by now. Instead, he tapped his foot anxiously, trying to figure out what to do. He really didn't want to risk another bed-splosion.

He went an hour or so wandering around his base, organizing things and doing odd jobs here and there, and by then it was 11:23. But Bdubs couldn't get himself to try the bed, no matter how much his tired body screamed at him to. He wouldn't do it, not when he knew he would probably just be woken up again. So he kept finding things to do. 11:30 turned to 12 am, turned into 2:30, turned into 5:00 am, and suddenly it was light outside.

Oh. That was bad. He hadn't slept in two nights.

Closing his eyes where he stood, he swayed slightly as he clenched his jaw. Two nights. Goddammit. He realized with horror that he could feel tears beading up in his eyes. This wasn't sustainable.

He took a deep, centering breath and thought about everything he had to get through to finish this never ending day. Groaning at the thought of getting through another day, he made a decision. He would just have to talk to Impulse and Tango. This wasn't happening anymore after today.

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So today, he was tired. And crabby. He had been awake for over 80 hours, and Bdubs was in a mood and a half because of it. He snapped at Scar during a mayoral meeting, shoulder-checked Mumbo "on accident" while passing him in the shopping district, and kicked down a particularly ugly flower in front of the Barge. He looked terrible, too, with dark bags under his eyes, uncombed hair, and wrinkled clothes he hadn't taken off in two days.

Several hermits passing through the shopping district gave him worried, questioning looks, making him even angrier. He tried to reason with Ren, who saw him and stopped to say hello, and tell him he was perfectly fine, thank you very much, but his argument was weakened by the way he tripped and nearly faceplanted over a small bump in the road.

"You really don't look good, my dude, you need to take a break or something," laughed Ren, lending him a hand to pull himself and looking at him with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Well I'm fine, so leave me the hell alone," he snarled in response. The other man had just raised his eyebrows and walked away.

After, he decided to go to his concrete shop to calm down and try to get away from everyone. He pulled out a spare bed and looked at it longingly. Maybe the prank was truly over now? It had been a bad day, and he was so tired…a nap wouldn't hurt.

Lying down gratefully in the comfy bed, (had it always been this comfortable? surely not) he felt the familiar pull of sleep. Just as he was about to doze off, it happened again.

The godforsaken TNT went off.

Bdubs lost it.

"GODDAMMIT TANGO AND IMPULSE YOU SONS OF-"

He was interrupted by laughter from the very two he had just cursed at. They emerged from a door in the wall sneakily hidden by pistons, cackling and falling over each other.

"Oh my God, he actually fell for it-"

"I can't believe it worked-"

"No, Impulse, cause he's so predictable-"

Bdubs closed his eyes, ignoring the way it made the world spin around him, just trying to block out the incessant, annoying laughter filling his ears. He could do this, he just needed to put on a smile and pretend it was all funny-

"He can't go ONE NIGHT without a bed, the precious baby boy," wheezed Impulse.

"Widdle Bdubs is scawed of the dawk, isn't he?" mocked Tango.

He tried to block it out. It's funny, it really is, it's just a prank. Chill out, Bdubs.

"What would we do without him protecting us from all the scaaawy mobbies?"

Tears welled up in his eyes for the second time that day. He was actually afraid of the dark, deathly afraid. It wasn't just a joke to him, they didn't understand...

"Oh, I'm Bdubs, I have to sleep in a bed otherwise i'll get SCARED-"

"SHUT UP!" roared Bdubs. "SHUT UP GODDAMMIT THIS ISN'T FUNNY-"

"Oh but it IS, Bdubs," Tango wheezed, "Cause you fell for it like FIVE TIMES AHAHA-"

He couldn't do this.

"BLUE CREEPER!" he finally yelled, desperate to stop their taunts, to stop everything about the awful prank. The laughter of the other two men died down, finally quelled by the use of the code word.

"Oh shit, Bdubs, are you good?" asked Impulse.

"Yeah, man, sorry, that was the last one we set up," said Tango, shrinking back a bit.

Bdubs hated that they were so suddenly worried about him. As if they hadn't just been making fun of something very important to him, as if this was all a joke. It wasn't funny. They knew he needed sleep and that he was afraid of the dark, of the mobs-

"Bdubs? Buddy? Hey, are you alright, what's wrong?"

But he wasn't paying attention to them. Breathing heavily, he pushed past them, running somewhere, anywhere but here with the other two. He found a corner and pressed himself between the two walls, hiding there for a moment, before reaching for his communicator.

BdoubleO100 whispers to Xisumavoid: blue creeper please come please need help i cantt do it anymore

Tango and Impulse found him there, and they approached him like he was a scared animal, hands raised and eyes wide. Bdubs just hid from them, hoping that-

Teleported Xisumavoid to BdoubleO100.

Thank God, he thought, as he saw the familiar yellow armor. Because suddenly the admin was there, looking at Bdubs with deep worry and care.

"What's happened?" Xisuma asked gently, tipping Bdubs' face up to meet his eyes under the visor. He jerked away, trying to hide his face and his tears. Xisuma instead posed the question to Impulse and Tango, who were looking guilty as hell.

"We sorta played a prank on him…" Impulse said sheepishly.

"Yeah," Tango added, "we just thought it would be funny-"

"To do what?" the admin cut him off sternly.

"...To make TNT explode every time he tried to sleep."

Xisuma glanced back at Bdubs with worry in his eyes. "Why would you do that? You know how he feels about the night!"

At the mention of his fear, a sob escaped him. He slumped to the floor, exhausted. He was so tired, so angry, so embarrassed. He looked back at X, sending a plea with his eyes.

"Please, 'suma, I just...just wanna sleep."

"I know, my friend."

Xisuma left the builder on the floor and stood up to face the pranksters.

"I expect you two to take down everything you set up to explode. Then I expect you to apologize to your friend once he gets some real rest. You took it way too far." He made sure to look both of them in the eye through the tinted visor.

The other two Boomers expressed their agreement and walked out, clearly embarrassed.

An ugly part of Bdubs' mind said good, they should be embarrassed. But he could barely find the energy to be mad anymore. He just wanted to sleep.

Xisuma turned back to him and helped him off the ground. Bdubs all but collapsed into the admin, finally letting some of the tension in his body dissipate. Xisuma shifted to support his mostly dead weight, chuckling softly and giving him a gentle hug.

"Sorry...couldn't take it anymore...goddamn TNT... bullshit," he mumbled.

"Hey, it's quite alright. Let's find you a bed somewhere in my base. I'll patch the code so you can sleep in an actual bed during the daytime. Does that sound okay?"

Bdubs half-sobbed, half-laughed into Xisuma's shoulder. "Yes please. It's… been… long few days."

Teleported Bdoubleo100 to -487.00, 45.00, 1,256.00

Teleported Xisumavoid to -487.00, 45.00, 1,256.00

Once they both successfully reached Xisuma's base, the admin pulled out a bed and set it down in a small building that definitely wasn't trapped. Seeing Bdubs looking at it nervously, Xisuma dug out the blocks underneath, showing no redstone trickery. At last, Bdubs let himself fall into the bed, eyes sliding shut instantly, his body finally free of the tension of the past three days.

Xisuma gently laid a blanket over the man, ruffling his hair fondly and smiling when he moved his head to get closer to the touch. Bdubs mumbled something, trying to thank X, but it was incoherent, his brain too tired to form actual words. The last thing he heard before drifting off was...

"Goodnight, Bdubs."

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kitkatd7 · 4 years ago

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Broken Hearts and Whiskey

Summary: Bucky’s not the same anymore. He doesn’t spend time with you at all, or keep his promises. And your done with it.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, lots of angst, drinking, my grammar errors because I didn’t fully edit

Dialogue Prompt #19. “Please! You have to let me make this right.”

Dialogue Prompt #7: "I can't keep being your second choice, not when you're my first."

(Prompts will be in bold)

Word Count: 1,654

A/N: This is for @imma-new-soul‘s 550 Follower Writing Challenge and @buckys-other-punk 500 Writing Challenge!! I hope y’all like it! Sorry it’s pretty sad and the ending isn’t as good as it could be :( Also this was inspired by the songs ‘Die From a Broken Heart by Maddie & Tae and Different For Girls by Dierks Bentley' Also there are a few Criminal Minds references in here😂

Masterlinst of Masterlists || Marvel Masterist || Series Masterist || part 2

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“See you later!” You call over your shoulder at Natasha and Wanda as you unlock the door to your apartment, coming home from a very successful shopping spree. Walking into your home you toe-off your shoes at the door, setting down your keys and purse. “Babe, I’m home!” You sing, excited to finally get some time with Bucky after him being gone on a mission for three weeks. “Babe?” You ask, walking into the kitchen, setting down your multiple shopping bags and taking in the empty space. Where the hell is he? After searching the bedroom, living room, even the bathroom and still coming up empty, you look to see if you missed any calls. Nope. He was supposed to be here you fume inwardly as you press the speed dial photo; both of you together at a carnival, you smiling brightly as he places a kiss on your cheek sweetly.

It goes straight to voicemail. 5 times. Now you're not even mad… just disappointed in him. He promised. On try number 6 you’re just done. “Hey, it’s me. Listen, so I don’t know where you are but- just don’t bother coming home tonight, okay? I had plans but- never mind, it doesn’t matter that much. I’ll see you later.” Pressing the red button you throw your phone on the couch before changing into something more comfortable. It wouldn’t be so frustrating that he wasn’t here if it was a one time thing- But this is the fifth time he hasn’t come home to spend time with you after a mission.

Plopping on the couch, you press start on something mindless that you aren’t going to watch anyway before checking your phone for- well. really anything.

1 new message

Unlocking your phone quickly, you open it in high hopes, only to see Sam’s name appear and your face falls.

Sam: Bucky said you tried to call. Is it important?

You: No… just we had plans.

You confide, knowing Sam will understand.

Sam: Oh shit. Okay, want me to tell him to come home?

You: No. It’s fine.

Sighing, you toss your phone on the other end of the couch, throwing your head back in newfound anger. Asshole. He saw your calls and didn’t even pick up the damn phone. After a year of dating, you at least deserved that.

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“Hey this is y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now cuz I’m out livin’ my life! Leave it at the beep.” He hears your all too familiar voicemail through the speaker. He had helped you come up with it, you hadn’t known what to put on it. He kicks himself, knowing you weren’t actually out living your life, just dodging his calls. Not that he blamed you- He deserved it and he knew it. Calling again, he’s not surprised when he hears your voicemail again.

“Hey… Um, listen, I know I was supposed to be at your place after the mission… I just wanted to unwind with the guys and- Shit. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think you would mind that much, I’ll be over in a bit to make it up to you, okay?” He leaves the message and ends the call before starting his car and driving towards your apartment, guilt heavy in his stomach.

You listen to his voicemail over and over, a strange mix of rage and sorrow weighing on your heart.

Tears roll slowly down your cheeks silently as you lay curled up in a defensive ball on your bed, trying to block out the unmistakable sound of Bucky begging you to open the front door; “Babe, please open the door,” He says, fist resting gently against the frame. “I’m sorry- really, really sorry. Please let me in and we can talk about it,” He sighs, resting his head against the door in defeat. He could break the lock and go in. You both know that. But he wouldn’t do that to you- All that would do is make you fear him and that’s the last thing he wants. He slides his back down the wall til he’s sitting on the floor next to your door, his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair; Tears gathering in his lashes. He really messed up this time.

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The next day you drag yourself out of bed, trying to forget last night and all the tears you shed. After a shower and breakfast, you head out the door for a coffee run before work. You stop in your tracks when you see Bucky still sitting there, eyes red from lack of sleep and regret written all over his face. He jumps up when you walk out, keys in hand, the door closing behind you. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I came to apologize,” he murmurs, looking in your eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you bite, moving to step around him but stopping when he steps to block your path.

“Bucky, I’m going to be late for work,” you say coldly, glaring at him. “Move out of the way.”

“Please doll, just let me expla-”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I understand perfectly, James.” You watch as he flinches a little at the use of his first name. You only use it when your really mad or really happy, and it isn’t the latter right now. “You were too busy with your beer buddies to come see your girlfriend after being gone for three weeks, but what’s new? It’s been like this for months. I guess it was naive of me to expect something else this time.” You shoulder past him as he stares at you; dumbfounded. Tears gather in your eyes as you make your way to your car in the rain. Your almost there when you feel a large hand on your arm and hear your name being whispered. You turn around and look up into his stormy eyes. You always loved his eyes- They’re always so bright and big and- Now is not the time to be thinking about his stupidly gorgeous eyes.

“Please! You have to let me make this right,” he whispers, tears forming in his eyes as well, mixing with the raindrops rolling down his face and dampening is hair.

“Bucky…” You sigh, pulling your arm out of his grasp gently. “I don’t think you can fix this. I can't keep being your second choice, not when you're my first." You climb into your car as he stares at you as you pull out of the parking lot. He sinks to the ground on his knees, not caring that his clothes are practically soaked, or that someone might think he looks crazy. None of that matters- because your gone. His girl. Gone. He can’t breathe. The pressure weighs heavy in lungs as all the air is pushed from them and his heart shatters. It’s all he can do to draw a ragged breathe between sobs.

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You manage to hold yourself together until you pull into the starbucks parking lot. And then you totally loose it; Tears and mascara mix together and run down your cheeks as you sob into your steering wheel. It feels like your heart is being torn out of your chest. Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to you… and deep down you had feared something like this would happen, but you didn’t think it actually would. You loved him- And now he was gone.

You trek into Walmart, heading straight for the junk food isle, not caring that you look like an absolute mess. Grabbing some much needed chocolate, chips, cookies and other coping foods, you check out, starting to cry again when the cashier gives you a pitiful look on your way out.

Stumbling into your apartment, you throw your bags on the kitchen counter before grabbing your desired snacks and tossing them on your bed. You pull on sweatpants and one of Bucky’s hoodies, sending an ache of longing through your chest. Even changing clothes feels like more effort than you could possibly muster but you somehow manage before crawling into bed and turning on reruns of Friends before you start crying again. After 2 bags of chocolate, a bag of Doritos, a burger and french fries you grabbed on the way home, you still feel like absolute shit. Maybe this is just how it will be- Unable to get over him, unable to move on. Eventually you fall asleep from exhaustion, tear stains and left-over makeup on your face and Bucky’s pillow clutched against your chest.

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Bucky ambles into the bar, sliding onto a stool with sullen eyes, ordering a shot of vodka before mumbling “Keep em coming.”

Throwing his head back, he grimaces as the bitter liquid burns its way down his throat. He knows he can’t get drunk but he’s willing to try. Anything to stop feeling like this.

The old barkeep leans on the bar behind him, looking at Bucky with an evaluating stare.

“What was her name?” He questions gently after a moment of silence.

“Wha- How did you know?” Bucky looks up in surprise and pain, his forearms resting on the bar, holding another shot.

“Son, you can’t hide the look of love gone wrong.”

Tossing back another, Bucky looks in the shot glass like it holds all the answers before whispering your name, his voice breaking. “Did you ever love someone?” He asks brokenly.

The older man chuckles lightly at this. “I did, still do.” He holds up his left hand as proof. “Do you wanna know the secret to love?” He asks, stepping closer.

“Why not, it’s not like I could lose anything else,” Bucky says dryly, taking yet another shot.

“Sometimes love doesn’t last and you have to let it go… but sometimes you have to fight for it. And it’s up to you to decide which you’re gonna do. So which is it?”

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dying-suffering-french-stalkers · 4 years ago

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Hey! I want to get into Lupin III (the media, not the dude specifically). Can you give me some pointers where it’s best to start?

Hello Anon, I tried to answer this at length like three times but my laptop kept restarting hhhhhhhhhhh. Anyway, here's the much less polished typed-entirely-on-mobile version!

I recommend starting with two films: The Castle of Cagliostro (1979) and The First (2019), in that order. The former was Hayao Miyazaki's directorial debut and is many people's first exposure to the franchise. It's a truly beautiful film that inspired scores of animators and it established many hallmarks of the franchise going forward (including the iconic yellow Fiat). The latter is the newest film in the franchise, features the best 3D CG animation I've ever seen, and (in my opinion) is probably a better introduction to the main characters than Cagliostro, but since it borrows heavily from Cagliostro anyway, you really should see that one first. I recommend watching the subtitled Japanese version of Cagliostro (though I'm partial to the 2000 Manga Entertainment/David Hayter dub as well) and the English dub of The First (if you're an English speaker).

The same dub team who did The First is better known for their English dub of the Part 2 anime series. There are currently five animated Lupin series, or Parts (plus a spinoff miniseries but that's for later). (They are sometimes referred to by the jacket color Lupin wears in each (Green/teal = 1, Red = 2, Pink = 3, Blue = 4 and 5), though this can get wonky since the movies kind of just do whatever. There are sometimes tonal differences between jackets but don't worry about it.) Part 2 is considered the "classic" series, as it was the longest-running and most popular. It ran from 1977-1980 and consists of 155 episodes, two of which were guest-directed by Hayao Miyazaki and the first 79 of which were dubbed into English in the early 2000s. If you're an English speaker, I'd say the dub is ESSENTIAL viewing. That said, since this is a long-running comedy series from the 1970s, sometimes there's Bad Shit in there and there is NO SHAME in just skipping episodes you don't vibe with. There's no overarching plot in Part 2, so you won't miss anything if you see something Yikes and go "Absolutely not doing that today"; I know I skipped several. Don't be afraid to skip around or start another series while working your way through this one; I'm a long way from finishing it myself. This series is currently on Amazon Prime and is also free (with ads) on Crunchyroll, no account required. Amazon only has the dub, so if you want to keep watching the rest of the subbed episodes, you'll have to switch over to Crunchyroll or whatever.

I also recommend checking out Part 1, though I haven't yet finished it either. I highly recommend episodes 5 and 7 if nothing else, since they show Goemon's introduction into the gang. The style for this series is SO cool, I'm frankly obsessed with the visuals and the character design.

After you've checked out some episodes of those shows, there are about a billion movies and TV specials you can watch! Three of the most popular ones are The Fuma Conspiracy (GREAT animation, very Miyazaki-esque though he wasn't involved, focuses on Goemon), Tokyo Crisis (LOVE the dub for this one), and Farewell to Nostradamus (mediocre plot imho but it has some fun action sequences).

The other most well-known Lupin movie (and the first one to be released, just a year before Castle of Cagliostro) is The Mystery of Mamo (1978). This is probably also required viewing, but uh. Imma keep it real with you, Chief: I have a REAL love-hate relationship with this one. The visuals are fucking PHENOMENAL, I cannot stress how cool this movie looks, but the plot...........sure is a thing that happens. I love the action sequences and the animation but I really don't care for other elements of this movie. I know a lot of people really like this one, so maybe you will too, Anon, but there's too much stuff in there that rubs me the wrong way for me to give it a shining recommendation. It's easily one of the most batshit movies I've seen, and it's got about 3 different English dubs to choose from if you decide not to watch the subbed version.

If you find that you like your Lupin content on the Darker and Edgier side, you might want to check out the miniseries The Woman Called Fujiko Mine (both dub and sub are great, but I really like the dub). It's...uh...kind of A Lot and I'd for SURE look up some episode descriptions or content warnings beforehand. I'm slowly working on a lengthy review/rant of my own with my likes and dislikes. The visuals are wildly different from any other Lupin series and it has a great soundtrack. Suffice it to say, when it's good, it's great, but when it's bad, hoooooooo BOY. Having a series focused more on Fujiko is really neat and we get some cool backstory elements for the other members of the gang (especially Jigen, surprisingly).

I have seen a number of other movies that I'd be glad to discuss with you over DMs, but this is about where my knowledge ends. I'm still in the process of watching the various shows & movies myself. I've heard good things about Part 4 and (again, subjective!) not-so-good things about Part 5; regardless, I know that Part 5 is definitely not the series to start with as it tries to get very Meta™. Part 3 has a very different visual style and a small, dedicated following, but I haven't checked it out yet.

In short, my recommendation is: The Castle of Cagliostro, The First, as many episodes of Parts 2 and 1 as you like, some movies, then branch out as you please! Feel free to DM me for more specific info.

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the--archive · 4 years ago

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It’s Raining Tacos

Okay, so this is...weird. It’s also part of my ‘Emotions’ series, and was requested by a friend of mine, who I would describe as, well... definitely not sane. Yes, this is a songfic. Yes, this is a Gloxinia x Reader, he’s the only idiot insane enough to sing this. Anyways, I’m gonna shut up now. Story is below.

Also spoilers (i forgot to mention this in my last post lol)

Lots of spoilers)

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🄸🅃'🅂 🅁🄰🄸🄽🄸🄽🄶 🅃🄰🄲🄾🅂 🇬🇱🇴🇽🇮🇳🇮🇦

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"It's raining tacos~" your very, very drunk boyfriend slurred/sang, as you and Drole stared at him in shock.

"Seriously, Gloxinia?" you deadpanned.

"From out of the sky~" he continued, seemingly not having heard you.

"Welp, imma go get a drink. Can you watch him, please, Drole?"

The now human-sized giant sighed, but hesitantly nodded.

What a bad idea that was.

*less than an hour later*

"It's raining tacos, from out of the sky~" you and Gloxinia sang, somehow in sync, with Drole staring, dumbfounded, at the two of you.

"When you said you were going to get a drink, I didn't realise you'd end up this drunk." he said, gesturing to you.

"Tacos, no need to ask why~" you and Gloxinia sung over him.

*short time skip*

Well, the rest of the Sins and Commandments were sure to hate you the next morning.

Why?

Well, you had used your mage powers (yes, you're a mage) to bring the song to life.

To make it reality.

To give the things you had sung of, a true body.

To release them from the confines of musical fiction.

"It's raining tacos, From out of the sky. Tacos, No need to ask why. Just open your mouth and close your eyes, We're throwing tacos at your face!"

Ban's eyes opened as realisation hit him, and so did the taco.

"It's raining tacos, Out in the street. Tacos, All you can eat. Mela and Mael, Ludo and Drole. It's raining tacos for you all!"

An array of tacos flew across the room, hitting the four faces.

"Yum yum yum yum yumity yum, It's like a dream! Yum yum yum yum yumity yum, Bring your sour cream!"

You used a spoon to flick sour cream at Escanor, whose face was as sour as the item he had been hit with.

"Shell! Meat! Lettuce! Cheese!"

You threw said items, one at a time, at Gelda.

"Shell! Meat! Lettuce! Cheese!"

Gloxinia threw all four items at a rather annoyed Meliodas (I mean, who wouldn't be annoyed if your bar was filled with flying tacos?)

"Shell! Meat! Cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese!"

You hurled handful after handful of cheese, in sync with Gloxinia's singing, at random people.

"It's raining tacos, ooh, Raining tacos, ooh, Raining tacos, ooh, It's raining tacos! It's raining tacos, ooh, Raining tacos ooh, Raining tacos (shell, meat, lettuce, cheese), (Shell, lettuce, ch-ch-cheese) It's raining tacos!"

And to top it off,

For your grand finale,

Your insane boyfriend threw a taco at the one and only...

Zeldris.

"Oh shit." you both sang to the tune of It's Raining Tacos, before sobering as your faces paled.

"Oh shit." you repeated.

"Oh shit." Gloxinia said.

"Gloxinia..." Zeldris said warningly, turning to face the fairy.

"Hey, why aren't you blaming Y/N for this as well?"

"Because she was smart enough to run."

Gloxinia turned, shocked, only to see an empty window with a taco taped to the window sill, along with a note.

Sorry not sorry, it read. It ain't raining tacos no more.

"Oh, shit." Gloxinia mouthed, before turning to face the enraged (new!) Demon King.

"It will always rain tacos?" Gloxinia suggested quietly, but his face dropped as Zeldris scowled.

"I heard that."

Me: Well, RIP Gloxinia.

Someone: I'm alive!

Me: He will be well loved.

Someone: Quit telling them I'm dead, damn it!

Me: Sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Well, I'm gonna leave it there!

See y'all whenever the fuck I decide to update next.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years ago

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The Jilted Tourist - 2

A/N: This here is the cream filling of this little oreo series. (That was a weird analogy but Imma leave it in there.) Benjamin already heard all about Joss’ terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, but how much of his is he willing to share with her? And will it make him feel any better to do so, or will it only shed light on other issues? Oh boy. Bartender? Another!

Word Count: 4,014

Warnings: marital problems, swearing

“Misery loves company.”

Jocelyn’s sarcasm echoed in his ears as he paced the sidewalk, pressing the home button on his phone again to refresh the screen. Is that what I am? Miserable? Are we… he sighed. Is that where we are?

The end of his lit cigarette glowed bright orange through the ash as he took a drag and stared at his phone. There were no new messages and she hadn’t tried to call again, so Benjamin read and re-read the last few texts in the thread between himself and Julia. He released a plume of smoke with an exasperated exhale as his screen went dark, the low battery reminder notifying him that he only had 20% battery life remaining. Flicking the excess ash from his cigarette with his thumb, Benjamin swiped the warning away to read her messages one more time.

Not going to be able to make it until tomorrow morning. Something came up with Marsha and she’s in a bad way- staying with her tonight.

Call me when you get this. I hope you’ll understand.

He’d called her immediately, as he was already in the train station waiting to meet her, one hand clutching the cellophane covered bundle of lilies that he’d picked up on his way, the other pressing his phone to his ear. A train rushed by as he asked “What?” but he wasn’t asking because he couldn’t hear. I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Dimming his phone he shoved it back into his coat pocket and took another puff of his cigarette as he kicked the curb, watching a piece of stone crumble from a crack in the facade.

The weekend trip had been Julia’s idea in the first place, and while Benjamin would have been just as happy coming straight home after his final presentation to spend the weekend with her there, Julia had insisted that they go away to celebrate. He had agreed only because he knew, or at least he hoped, that the real reason that she had suggested a getaway was because she was trying to show that she was putting effort into their marriage.

The plan had been for Julia to take a later train from Devon to meet up with him in London. While most of Benjamin’s classes had been conducted online, he occasionally had to commute into the city for exams, meetings and presentations, and the last day of his first full year of his graduate studies program was one of those times. It was Friday evening, and they were supposed to check into their hotel and order room service and champagne for dinner. The rest of the weekend was unscheduled so that they could spend it however they wanted. It wasn’t until now, after he’d listened to Jocelyn explain to him why she and Edmund would have never worked out, that he realized that this plan, this getaway, was just another way for he and Julia to hide. It’s getting harder to go forward so we’re trying to go back.

He hadn’t seen it because he hadn’t wanted to, it was as simple as that. He wanted to believe that it could help, spending time away together. But it won’t. The thought scared him because he knew that it was true, and now that he’d been forced to see things for what they are, he knew that he and his wife would be no closer to fixing things even if she had bothered to meet him as planned. He flicked his cigarette away, wondering if there was anything that could make Julia put their marriage first on her list of priorities. Don’t. He took a deep breath in through his nose and closed his eyes. Don’t ask questions that you don’t want the answers to. He knew better. Taking another deep breath, he fought back the tightness in his chest that was threatening to take hold and the dizziness that his fear of things falling apart always brought on. Not now.

Benjamin swallowed, the thick feeling in his throat clearing, and opened his eyes again. No sense in… just, not now. He’d been working on controlling some of his runaway thoughts, reeling them in before they had a chance to feed his anxiety. It had been a long time since he’d had a bad attack, but he knew that if he didn’t actively keep it in check, that sleeping monster would creep right back around the corner to cripple him. Blinking again as the sky darkened around him and street lights started to glow more brightly against the night, he sighed and felt the noose around his lungs loosen before heading back inside.

He hadn’t been gone for that long, not even finishing his cigarette, but in his absence the small pub had filled noticeably, the room louder and warmer with the addition of more bodies. At first glance he thought perhaps Jocelyn changed her mind; that she’d paid her tab and left, gone back to her hotel to think things over or possibly even renege on her previous claim that she never wanted to speak to Eddie again. But before he wondered if that might be for the best, or if it might be what he should do, she leaned around a portly gentleman, eyes scanning the crowd and widening as they fell on him. With a small smile she waved, looking glad that he had returned, and he side-stepped a cluster of businessmen as they pulled at the knots in their ties, making his way over to where she sat.

“Just in time, Benjamin, I don’t think I would have been able to save you a seat much longer.” She pulled her feet from the rungs on the bottom of the stool next to hers. Oh. He froze momentarily, staring at the empty seat. Jocelyn’s eyes flicked down to where his had landed, and she chewed her bottom lip. That’s close. Due to the increase in the number of patrons, there was no longer a spare seat to act as a buffer between himself and the young woman, and again he felt himself questioning what Julia would have to say about him sitting close enough for his knee to bump hers. Jocelyn seemed to see the thoughts crossing his mind. “Or, I mean, if you’d rather stand, it’s-”

“No,” he shook his head and pulled the stool out, taking a seat before she could finish her sentence. “This is...it’s just more crowded than I expected. It’s fine.”

She passed him one of two beers that she had her hands wrapped around as he sat. “The more the merrier, isn’t that how it goes?”

“That depends on who makes up the more,” he answered, taking his glass from her and making sure not to make contact with her fingertips as he did. She hasn’t been flirting or anything and I haven’t either, but I just… I want to be…

Her responding laugh was louder than Benjamin anticipated, which lead him to believe that Joss was exactly as drunk as he thought she was. “Oh,” she sighed dramatically as she lifted her glass, looking through the golden liquid at the bright lights above. “How true that is.” She laughed again, this one more quietly, just for herself, then took a long drink from her glass. “If Eddie walked through that door over there,” she gestured to the door Benjamin had just re-entered the pub through with her glass, the contents sloshing but not spilling. “He would not make it merrier that’s for sure.” She laughed again but the sound was hollow, and she set her glass down as she shook her head.

Damn, this bloke really hurt her. Benjamin took a swig of his drink as he tried and failed to come up with something comforting to say. But who am I to give advice on this? His track record with relationships was about as dodgy as the past that he was constantly trying to outrun. Not exactly at my best right now anyway.

“So,” Jocelyn relieved him of having to say anything, turning to face him as she swept a piece of hair back behind her ear. She was at the point in her intoxication where she was wavering between emotions, sadness behind every laugh and hurt giving way to mischief in her eyes. I’ve been there. “You heard my sad sack story.” It’s not...you aren’t- “You wanna tell me about your bad day, Benjamin? How you ended up here with the loneliest tourist in London?” She pressed her hand to her chest, indicating that she was embracing the title she’d just bestowed upon herself.

“Uh,” He paused, mouth open and one eyebrow arched. That was the point of coming back inside, right? But suddenly he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to share about his day; about Julia. Though she had no problem airing her grievances about him to anyone who would listen, Benjamin had never once said anything negative about her to anyone at all. It’s not other people’s business, just hers and mine. Running off to complain about the person that he loved felt wrong to him, even though he knew that even perfectly happy couples grumbled to their friends about little things here and there. We don’t have little things though, do we? And… He took another sip of his beer to buy himself a few more seconds to think. Eyes flicking to Jocelyn over his glass, he made his choice. And it sort of is her business now, she already knows I’m upset, and I wouldn’t have even met her if Julia hadn’t... He swallowed and set his half-empty glass down. “Yeah, if you’re sure you wa-”

Joss’ already large eyes widened and she turned as much as she could to give him her full attention. “I’m sure. Get it off your chest, trust me, it feels…” Her eyes lost focus then and traveled over Benjamin’s shoulder, but just as he twisted to see what she was looking at, she scrunched her lips and shrugged. Oh, there’s...nothing. “Well, it feels. But it might feel good, so why not try?”

Can’t argue with that logic. “Alright.” He cleared his throat and sat forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the edge of the bartop. “I...well today started out good, actually. Really good.”

He thought back to the morning, waking up before Julia, leaving a kiss on her cheek that she wouldn’t feel through her sleep, and heading into London to give his final presentation for the semester. He felt a mixture of nervous energy and accomplishment as he went over the finer points of his paper’s thesis on the train. He even let a little anticipation and excitement seep in as he nudged his overnight bag with his foot, stowing it under his seat. He may have thought that the getaway was unnecessary at first, but now that it was here, he couldn’t help but look forward to sharing this with his wife.

“Mmm, see mine started out with a free coffee from the Krispy Kreme in Newark Airport, so I thought it was really good, too.” Joss nodded. “Never saw it comin’, then,” she smacked her hands together in a loud clap, a few heads turning to see what had caused the sound. “Bam! Good start gone.” Yeah, sort of… “But,” she tilted her chin downwards, then brought one hand up to her lips, miming the motion of turning a lock. “Go on, please.”

Benjamin let out a short burst of air through his nose. “Yeah, well, I paid for my tea this morning so,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t all perfect I suppose.” That got a snort of laughter from Jocelyn, though she kept from interjecting again. He ran a hand over the top of his head, palm scrubbing back and forth over his hair before he dragged it down over the curve at the base of his skull, fingers gripping his shoulder before his elbow returned to its starting point. “Today I had a presentation for my graduate studies program- my final one for the year.”

This time she couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh, alright smarty pants.” She waggled her eyebrows as she took a sip, almost draining her glass. She should slow down, she’s… worry about yourself, Benj. “And what was that smarty pants presentation on, hmm?”

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “You don’t really want to hear about-”

“Yes! Tell me what your paper was on!” Her volume control seemed to have vanished, but she at least realized how loudly she was speaking and lowered her voice for the rest. “You’re telling me a story, Benjamin, you can’t leave out the details, the details are important.”

They are. After the novelty of having a husband in graduate school had apparently worn off, Julia had stopped reading his papers or asking in depth questions about his studies. “My paper was on the disintegration of the Edwardian order in Britain following World War I, and how it allowed for what we now refer to as Modern British History.”

Jocelyn laughed, forehead wrinkling. “Yeah, I… have no idea what that all…” She nodded in his direction, her lips pressed together. “Thank you for telling me. Please, continue.”

Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t… “So I gave my presentation, and I… well I don’t know for sure, I haven’t heard back from my professor or anything, but I, I think I did really well. I mean, I know that I researched and I did all the work. ” He couldn’t help the hopeful lift in his voice as he spoke, acknowledging that he was proud of the job he’d done. “And I know, it doesn’t...I’ve still got a long way to go in my degree, but I…” He moved his left hand in a circular motion as he spoke, the overhead light glinting off the gold band he wore on his third finger and catching his eye. His heart pounded harder for a few beats as he wondered why it was so easy to spill his thoughts out to this person he didn’t know. Because she’s listening. That realization scared him more than his question, but he shook it off and kept going. “If you asked me a few years ago if I’d ever be back in graduate school I’d have laughed in your face, it was just… well I never thought I’d get this chance and to have it going well, it-”

“It’s exciting.” Jocelyn smiled. “Good for you, you should be proud.” She hummed. “It’s like...one thing that one’a my professors said one time that really stuck with me. It was what encouraged me to take some time between undergrad and my masters, but anyway she said that no one can set your timeline for success but you, and not even you can hurry it….or...something along those lines, but,” she shrugged. No, that’s… one hundred percent true. “It’s great that you got the chance, Benjamin, and you should be happy and proud and all that about it. Don’t downplay it just because it took a while or because you still have more to do.”

I wish I had that kind of clarity at her age. He was impressed with her wisdom and maturity, even as she sat three sheets to the wind beside him. “Yeah...thanks, that’s…” He gave her a small smile. “That’s a good outlook, good advice.” With a sigh, he returned to his story. “My wife decided that as a celebration, we should spend the weekend here in London. I’ve been,” he sniffed. “Busy with my classes, and still trying to write part-time on the side and we’ve...not really spent a lot of time together lately so…” He let his sentence trail off and though he hadn’t said that he and Julia had been drifting apart, he could see in the way that Joss nodded that she understood the unspoken.

“That sounds like a nice idea,” she said with a positive lift to her tone.

It is...until you see the whole picture. “Well,” he lifted his glass to his lips, the top one curling as he paused his motion to speak. “As you can see,” he took a drink and used the back of his free hand to wipe his mouth before flipping it over to reveal an empty palm. “I’m here and my wife is not.”

“Hmm...yes, I can see that.” She moved her empty glass in a circular pattern through a puddle of condensation on the lacquered bartop. “So uh… where is-”

“Oh, her friend called, something… some family thing that she’s,” he reached up to remove his glasses and pitched his nose before pushing them back on. This is the part where it hurts. “This friend of hers, they have a long history and they’ve recently just...well there was a year or two when they’d had a falling out, so now that they’re mending things, Julia- my wife- she,” he sighed. “She feels like she’s making up for lost time I think, so she needed to go help her friend and I can’t fault her for that, it’s just-”

“Just that this trip was her idea and she cancelled on you last minute.” Jocelyn cut through Benjamin’s babbling to say what he was hemming and hawing around. Yes. Exactly. Something close to anger flashed in Joss’ eyes then and it took Benjamin by surprise. “It's a shitty thing, feeling pushed off.” She shook her head. “Feeling like you’re not a priority or...or not a top one, anyway.”

Yes, it is. It feels terrible. Julia had so many priorities in her life already when they met. She had her family, her gardening, keeping up the estate, maintaining her membership with the various committees and boards she belonged to for museums and libraries. It was a wonder she’d made any room for a husband at all. But now he was starting to see a truth that was even more hurtful than if she’d simply misplaced her priorities. Now he saw that he never really was one. “Yeah,” he finally agreed. “Yeah, it…” he sighed and picked up his glass, finishing off the last dregs of his drink. “Anyway, she didn’t have much time to talk so I’m not sure how things are going but she’s supposed to meet me tomorrow morning so we can still spend Saturday and Sunday but…” But I would rather just go home. He didn’t dare bring that idea up to Julia, already sure that she would take it as him being ungrateful for her wanting to do something nice for him. It’s not worth it, I’ll just…

He wasn’t sure if it was the disappointment, the hurt, the couple of ales or the conversation, but a weight dropped into his stomach then as a thought crossed his mind. It should be worth it. She’s my...this is our marriage. It should all be worth it, even if I know how she’ll react, it should be worth it for me to tell her how I feel. He rubbed his fingertips against his palms, feeling the perspiration pooling between the crossed heart and life lines in the center, that anxious buzz in his brain that he’d banished before coming back to the bar starting up again. Talking to my wife shouldn’t make me feel… He blew out a slow breath as he looked down at his hands, that rope around his lungs tightening. His eyes clamped shut as the sounds around him started to fade, leaving only the buzzing and his thoughts.

“Benjamin?”

Blinking and jerking his head back up at the light touch he felt to his bicep, he took three quick breaths, eyes falling on Jocelyn’s fingers against his sleeve before flying wildly up to hers. Shit, I- She seemed concerned, but she visibly relaxed as he swallowed, and he realized that she must have said his name more than once.

Pulling her hand back like she’d touched a hot flame, she let out a breath. “Are you okay?” She asked the question quietly, but there was no pity or judgement in her voice. He nodded and blinked a few more times, focusing on evening out his breathing as the room slowly came back into definition. “Good.” She sighed. “Look, I’m… sorry, Benjamin. I’m sorry about what happened to you today and I’m sorry about how you feel. It’s…” she sighed again and that crack of anger flashed in her irises once more. “You seem like a good man. A good husband. And you don’t deserve to feel shitty.”

Hearing her compliment him, even though her opinion came based only on the last couple hours of interaction nearly brought tears to his eyes. I think I am. He sniffed. “Thank you for saying that. And thank you for...for listening and for,” he released a breath and felt the next one come more easily. “I think I really needed to hear what you… just thanks, right?”

Her eyes had softened, that flash of rage all but gone. “I’d say ‘any time’ but I literally cannot wait to leave this country, Benjamin.” Her casual response helped bring him the rest of the way down, a tentative laugh even causing him to smile. “But really, I’m glad that I...glad we did this. I think we both needed it.”

Despite the fact that he’d been nothing but annoyed every time he’d been summoned to pour an ale, the bartender appeared unsolicited and cleared his throat. “Closing out my tabs, shift change comin’ in.” It wasn’t a question, nor was he offering either of them anything else before he clocked out for the night. He passed both Jocelyn and Benjamin their cards along with their printed tabs.

“Well I guess that’s our cue, huh?” Joss ignored the bartender and directed her question at Benjamin, who passed his card back, telling the man to use it for his bill. But Joss reached behind herself for the strap of her bag, mumbling about using the cash she’d gone through the trouble of exchanging upon her arrival. But she misjudged her tug, the strap of her bag getting snagged between hers and Benjamin’s chairs, and she tumbled off her stool.

Woah. Benjamin’s hands shot out to help the woman steady herself, though she managed to stay on her own two feet without needing his support. “Easy, are you alright?”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, yes, I’m fine, sorry, and thank you.” She plopped her bag on the counter and pulled out a stack of neatly folded paper money, going through and handing over the right amount before turning back to Benjamin with a sigh. “I am hammered, sir.”

You sure are. “Yeah, looks that way. Do you...where are you staying? Do you know how to get to where you’re-”

“I’m just around the corner,” she gestured as he stood, the two of them collecting their belongings. “Just,” she pointed towards the door and made a popping sound with her lips. “Right over that way.” She told him the name of the hotel where she was staying, and he froze. Of course.

“Right. I’m staying there too. So I’ll walk you back. Can’t have you…” He shook his head. “London’s been rough enough on you, the least I can do is make sure you get back in one piece.” There’s no way you would get back to the hotel without catching your toe in the cobblestones, and they hurt when you hit them.

She tilted her head, hair swinging over her shoulder as she slung her bag there as well. “See? I was right.” Using the same finger she’d pointed out the door with, she moved it in a circular motion towards Benjamin. “You’re a good man, Benjamin Greene.” With that, she turned and took a long step towards the pub’s exit, leaving him no time to agree or protest.

Am I? Blinking, he hurried after her.

“Joss! Slow down, would you?”

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mushyjellybeans · 5 years ago

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Captivated 1 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x college!student!reader (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Summary: You’re studying to become a librarian, you love your life but you despise your brat of a roommate, and the feeling is mutual.

Warnings: Language, Bucky is a jerk, mentions of masturbation, Bucky gets lucky with a girl in his room, kinda smutty but sfw and a smidging of angst?

Word Count: 1,276

A/N: Ahhhh here is part 1/15 of my new WIP series!! It was given to me by @valkyriesryde and she’s been extremely helpful with her visions for this!! I hope I do this series some justice, thank you again babe for giving it to me <3 A/N #2: I just wanna make it clear that Bucky does not have his metal arm in this series.

Masterlist

Sitting snugly on your soft couch with your legs crisscrossed and your notepad resting on one of your legs, jotting down some ideas for your side hobby of fanfiction writing to do later. You had finished an assignment just an hour ago and now you couldn't wait to relax.

And you had to laugh at your luck. Your roommate was also home, sitting beside you slumped on his side of the couch, his left elbow resting on the arm of the couch and his legs swaying back and forth gazing at the TV in front of him and texting someone on his phone. He became bothersome and started flicking the pips from the apple he had just eaten at you, some getting caught in your hair.

"Would you stop that?!" You seethe, tossing a scrunched up piece of paper at your annoying roommate, the paper hitting him on the side of his head.

"Fuckin' make me ya useless shit." He spits back, deliberately swinging his arm so he could knock the pen out of your hand.

"You're the most incredibly irritating person on the fucking planet!" You spat back at him, leaning over to pick up your pen.

"Ditto babe." he taunted, swaggering over to the refrigerator. You scowled at the pet name opting to not give him the fulfillment of him provoking you as he does daily.

You had to have been the most unfortunate person in the world. You were stuck with having the notorious ladies man known as James 'Bucky' Barnes as your roommate in your two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

You would have happily settled for anyone but Bucky, even a person who wouldn't stop chatting would be favorable.

You were a college student and you wanted to become a librarian, and though it seemed easy enough, having these diplomas would help find you work a lot quicker and easier than without. The assignments and other things you had to do was insane but you knew it would be worth it in the end when you secure employment.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda lazy and sort of searching for a job. He had no such luck but you were convinced he wasn't actively looking for a job. He was too comfortable in his daily routine; which was often lazing on the couch watching a reality TV show with his hands shoved down the front of his pants. Something you often caught him doing, and he had no shame, he would continue pleasuring himself in front of you, and it disgusted you since he would intentionally touch you in some way with the same hand.

As you probably guessed right now, you and Bucky did not get along. You detested each other. You had lost count how many arguments you had in a week, though your fights never turned physical, Bucky would never dream of hitting you physically, instead, he chose to hurt you mentally. You shouldn't be living together but neither of you was willing to move out.

"Who are ya writing about anyway? Some other poor bastard a fuckin' pathetic loser like you have no chance of getting?" Bucky snorted, pouring himself a drink on the kitchen island.

And this is what you meant with 'he chose to do it mentally', constantly reminding you of how worthless and useless you were to the world.

With a huff, you slammed your notebook shut and stood up. Flipping him off and going to your bedroom, before you shut your door you heard him bark out an obnoxious laugh, with a tut you slam the door harder than intended, shaking the doorframe slightly.

"Stop banging the fuckin' doors!" Bucky yells as you hear a glass of something being slammed down on a table in the living room.

Bucky slumped back down on the couch after you had left. A knock echoed through the apartment.

"She chose a fuckin' good time to leave." he murmured under his breath, swinging the door open and there stood Dolores.

"Hey there babe." he grinned, inviting her in for a warm hug. “Hey Bucky!” The lights bounced off her perfect white teeth. Bucky grinned, taking her hand in his and leading her to his bedroom. He had the perfect plan up his sleeve.

You chose to ignore the sounds in the living room and turned on your fairy lights that are dangling on the wall above your bed creating a warm cozy feeling, propping some cushions behind you and taking your phone off charge, dialing in your best friend's number. He picks up after a few rings.

"Hey, you!" He cheerfully says through the phone, a smile lighting up your dispirited mood.

"Hey, Sam! How's it going?" The two of you were close, like brother and sister. He understood your predicament with your roommate and he honestly never liked the guy either.

You and Sam would talk for hours, you're currently helping him get the girl of his dreams. He's been crushing on a girl in your class - Katherine - you think her name is, but Sam is shy and enlisted you to help him. It was a good distraction until you started hearing loud moans coming from Bucky's bedroom.

"Oh, fucking great." you cursed out loud, banging your head against your wooden headboard.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, snapping out of his daydream of Katherine.

"My dumbass roommate is getting laid."

You hear Sam laugh through the phone. "Just put some headphones on with some music, you're gonna be alright Y/N!" Sam continues laughing, knowing full well you haven't had a boyfriend in forever.

You decide to take Sam's advice and hang up the phone. The moans getting louder and you believe Bucky is doing it on purpose. You also believe he's intentionally banging his bed against your wall to get a heated rise out of you.

With a groan you put your headphones on and shuffle your playlist, turning it up on full volume, but even with the headphones you could still hear every little thing that was happening on the other side. You groaned in frustration, ripping your headphones out and instead sandwiching yourself between your pillows.

Bucky’s plan worked perfectly. The walls were thin and he could hear your continous groans on the other side, it only encouraged him further, biting down on Dolores neck to make her scream out in ectasy.

The next morning was quiet as you walked out of your bedroom in your robe, noticing the lack of appearance from your roommate immediately. He isn't seated where he normally is at this time of the morning.

You did hear Dolores and Bucky leave the apartment late last night after their 3 hour-long bedroom activities but even so, he was always back the next morning, and no matter how much he hated you, he did always prepare your favorite cereals.

"Bucky?" You called out, silently hoping he wasn’t here but also hoping he was, listening intently to any sounds of the mysteriously vanished roommate.

Your phone started to buzz in your robe pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the unknown number suspiciously.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman's voice asked on the other end. The fact she said your full name made you on edge.

"Uhh yeah, this is she. Who is this?" You take a seat on the chair behind you.

"I'm doctor Romanoff and I have a James Barnes in my ward. You were his emergency contact. I'm afraid to inform you, Miss, that Mr. Barnes was involved in a minor road traffic accident. He has broken his left arm and a couple of his ribs is broken. If you are visiting him I would be happy to go over everything else with you too."

You were too shocked to speak. So many things said at once, why were you, the one person Bucky couldn't stand breathing the same air around, was his emergency contact?

"Miss? Hello?" Doctor Romanoff spoke on the other end.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

"Uhhh.." Just as you started to speak, you heard a blood-curdling scream in the background. Doctor Romanoff quickly excused herself and hung up.

The call ended and you stared out in front of you. It was no question you had to go and see him.

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before-whatgod · 3 years ago

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How I Would Fix the MCU Movies (in chrono order)

Black Widow is mentioned but there are no spoilers! also this is super long sorry lol

CA:TFA

--More time with the howling commandos- instead of a montage with their battles with sit with them and feel their struggles. we feel not only capt’s grief but everyone on the team when bucky ‘dies’. idk would have loved to see more of a band of bothers bond

Captain Marvel

--I saw/read somewhere that her story could have work really well with a similar structure as CA:TFA and i agree. they were so concerned with making carol look powerful that they forgot to give her the fiery/badass personality we were promised. there was too much telling not enough showing

Iron Man

--Literally Nothing. Perfect. Great Intro to the series.

Iron Man 2

--again really solid movie i wish the villains were a bit more developed by tbh this is my fav iron man movie

The Incredible Hulk

--babes i dont even remember this movie its super cool they keep rossi around from it tho. hes literally the only thing the mcu kept from this monstrosity i would keep a similar plot structure but with mark ruffalo and a better script and tbh a better evrything. cannot tell you where to start with this jesus

Thor

--would have liked to see of the personality thor has later on in the timeline line- but it is interesting to think maybe he developed his humor and friendliness from his time on earth, idk this movie was kinda dull? i mean everything is dull compared to ragnarok and better compared to the dark world so idk how to fix that- maybe less of chris’s weird screaming- definitely less of chris’s screaming

The Avengers

--honestly love this movie-great set up to the team dynamics wouldn’t change anything. i love the nostalgia i get from watching this

Iron Man 3

--another movie i dont really remember but? this is the one with the bunny right? i feel like after iron man 1 the quality of tony’s enemies has gone down hill but i could watch rdj do anything so overall good experience

Thor: The Dark World

--besties what even happened in this movie like, jane babes what are we doing. loki is as amazing as ever tho. but like ‘oh no lokis dead again whatever are we going to do’ i would simply through the whole thing away- keeping jane going to asgard, loki being dramatic, and the relationships of the asgardian gang we get to see. also the reality stone thats pretty important

CA:TWA

--I. Love. This. Movie. my fav in the whole timeline. can you tell im a capt girl? literally the best wow won’t change a thing

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1

--so! much! fun! i love their family dynamics and tbh i love peter quill (we all did until pratt was a dick but)

Guardians Vol. 2

--I wasn’t obsessed with this movie but I cant quite figure out how i would change it- it was visually beautiful and emotionally beautiful but idk something felt off until the very end

Age of Ultron

--hot take- i really like this movie. i like how it completely changes the direction of the series and makes the mcu feel so real, like the friend ship seen- i would have like more clint so his character arc in endgame would have been impactful i dont hate the farm family but man i sure dont love them jesus but yea i love the dialogue and the only thing i would really change is clint’s involve meant. also helen cho deserved to have a bigger part in the mcu

Ant-Man

--super fun! i feel like this movie is great the way it is- a familiar super hero movie when the series was starting to get pretty dense with the lore wont change anything

CA:CW

--i read somewhere this movie was originally going to be steve and sam and the rest of the squad finding bucky and i was robbed. over time the mcu starting telling us how great steve and buckys relationship was instead of showing us. like men can show each other affection marvel that is a thing that happens but tbh i loved this movie- i would change a lot but i still really enjoyed it

Spiderman: Homecoming

--its so cute i love it but I miss andrew garfields peter- he felt more like the comics but besties i love this movie and tom i would just change how ton is characterized to be more comic actuate but also maybe not idk

Doctor Strange

-- tilda swinton owns my heart and sole. but imma be honest i saw this in theaters 3 weeks after a horrid concussion and i remember none of it and thinking about it makes me sick (love head trauma) so imma just leave it how it is

Black Panther

--nothing. its art.

Black Widow

--I’m writing this around an hour after I watched the movie and tbh I dont know how I feel about it. I dont love it yet but im not quite sure why yet- its most likely the pacing it felt a little rushed to me but idk yet ill be able to gather all my thoughts in a later post prolly

Thor: Ragnarok

-- to think i can even dream to improve on anything taika waititi is putting bad karma into the universe. that man is a genius. you can feel just how comfortable everyone is in their characters which makes for a great performance

Ant-Man and the Wasp

--the breather we all needed after iw but i dont think anyone really loved it- no idea how to fix it but yknow it was just bland

Avengers: Infinity War

--I loved it. I loved it so much. obviously there are some bad things here and there but i would not change a thing

Avengers: Endgame

--I hated it. I hated it so much. obviously there are some good things here and there but i would not keep a thing.

(I have in fact written an essay about said topic bc i felt so passionate about it i did not know what else to do)

Spiderman: Far From Home

--I dont know something was off for me with this one- again I think it was a pacign issues but I am not sure how I would change it

I might do the tv shows in another post- but if i do those i want to include the netfilx marvel tv shows as well as the agent carter and agents of shield series(es?)

anyway thank you for reading all of this if you did!

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anime-alyssa · 5 years ago

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princess alderaan - pt 1

one | two | three | four

You are the daughter of Leia Organa and Han Solo, younger sister to Ben Solo. You are second in command of the Resistance alongside your mother, and have attracted attention from a certain Commander.

also on ao3.

welcome to my prompt series of poe x reader! the establishing story is already done, four parts and then the rest will be requests based on what you send. requests will not be open until all 4 parts are posted. enjoy!

tag-list: @ihavefailedyouanakin, @bitch-imma-head-out, @ravngers, @xxsirensong

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“I’m the best damn pilot in the galaxy” “I think you missed putting the word ‘second’ in there somewhere”

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Poe Dameron drove your mother absolutely nuts. And she put up with your father for a good portion of her life and dealt with you and Ben nearly killing each other as kids, so if Poe was driving her more nuts than all of that, he was either really talented in a way or just really stupid. You still lived with your mother on base (What can you say? You two were nearly attached at the hip now) and often she would come in after you, cursing him out as she walked through the door. You didn’t have as many interactions with Poe as she did, but from what she said you were thankful sometimes. He was a completely different person with you, still pushy and determined to do the right thing but less… annoying. You couldn’t understand it, but you just assumed it was because he probably was more comfortable with Leia.

You weren’t always with the Resistance. After your brother went off to the Jedi temple to train with your Uncle Luke formally, you went off with your father and Uncle Chewie for a very long time while your mother got things started with the New Republic and also the Resistance, since the First Order was now rising.

“Believe it or not, you’re probably better off with your father and Chewbacca right now. We can holo every night if you want to, sweetheart.” she told you as you clung to her before boarding the Millennium Falcon with your father. You were a teenager at the time, maybe about 16 or 17. You stayed with him until you were 23, a few years after the destruction of Uncle Luke’s Jedi Temple and your brothers turn to the Dark Side. You could have gone back to your mother at any time you wanted, but you enjoyed being around your dad and Chewbacca, and it actually helped you learn a great deal about the galaxy and surviving. It also made you a pretty decent pilot.

Once you were back with your mother, you began to climb the ranks. You wanted to do it properly - not just get to the top because you are the daughter of General Organa. When you got back to the Resistance, Poe Dameron was already a Commander with his own squadron of pilots and you were just a measly Lieutenant who stuck to the General’s side like glue, earning her place among the ranks.

Now, 5 or so years later, you were General Solo of the Resistance alongside your mother. You were respected almost as much as she was, having learned everything from her. At first, you sensed Poe was maybe a bit jealous that he wasn’t picked. He did work equally hard after all and was around longer. He avoided your gaze for a long time after that, but when he caught you quietly sobbing in the corner of the quiet Command Center after the death of Han, he came to comfort you in an instant. After that he was nicer to you. It was that moment where you started to develop some feelings for the man, despite him being how he was. Something changed for you that day, and you weren’t sure what, but you didn’t dislike it.

As much as you just thought he was being nice to you, your mother Leia saw right through him. He had been giving you heart eyes since he first laid eyes on you when you were 23, tangled hair, scruffy smuggler-looking clothes with Wookie hair attached and all. His eyes followed you when you walked into a room and everywhere else you went within it. Poe Dameron was absolutely smitten with you, but he didn’t have enough balls to tell you.

Either that, or he was scared of Leia. She assumed it was a bit of both.

Leia was determined one way or another to get Poe to admit his feelings, or have you both just fall for each other naturally. She knew that Poe would be good for you, because although stupid he was good at heart (and she knew you’d be able to put up with stupid, having Ben as an older brother and Han as your father). Leia also knew that you would be good for him, giving him something to come back to and something to live for. She just needed to figure out how.

“Mom? You okay?” you asked her upon seeing her dozing off, mind elsewhere. You saw her snap back to reality, smiling up at you.

“I’m fine, thank you honey. Just thinking.” she said to you, standing up slowly and looking around the make-shift Command Center that’s been made on the jungle planet of Ajan Kloss. “Have you seen Commander Dameron?”

“Not recently. Last I saw he was working on his X-Wing with the rest of the Black Squadron. I was just about to go help Uncle Chewie with some repairs on the Falcon, I can go find him for you first though if you want.” you replied to her, as she was walking out of the room and into the jungle.

“I swear, he needs to get his head out of his cockpit. He’s always working on that damn X-Wing.” she mumbled as she made way to the X-Wings. You laughed at her as you walked. “You can go help Chewie on the Falcon, I’ll go find Dameron. I have to speak with him on something.” she said to you, leaving you behind as she walked off. Narrowing your eyes at your mother walking away, you backed up and made way to the Falcon.

Meanwhile, Poe Dameron was elbows-deep in some wiring on his X-Wing, BB-8 on the ground trying to assist him. He felt as though his beloved fighter wasn’t flying as quick as it was supposed to be, and went on in to investigate. He was just about to finish some wiring when BB-8 beeped from below him, signaling the arrival of the General. He turned, seeing Leia giving a smile to the little BB unit and then looking back up at Poe.

“What can I do for you, General?” he asked, hopping down from the top of the X-Wing and landing in front of her.

“I swear, you love this thing more than you love yourself.” she said to him.

“Well, I’ve put a lot of work into it. Where’s General Solo?” he asked her. Leia smiled at him when he asked about her daughter. Oh, he had it bad.

“Helping Chewbacca with repairs on the Falcon. You know that was her home for a while, right? She loves that ship. Flies it nearly as good as her father, if not better, actually. Walks away with a whole lot less damage with her than it did with Han.” Leia said to him. His ears perked up. You flew? He didn’t know that about you - he had never seen you outside of the Command Center for the most part. He’d love to see you fly one day, especially the Falcon. Poe didn’t doubt that you were a great pilot, you were great at almost anything to him. “Oh you have it bad…” Leia chuckled. BB-8 chirped beside her as Poe’s face turned red.

“Ex-excuse me, General?” he stammered, at a loss for words.

“Tell me, how long have you liked my daughter?” Leia asked, a little more forcefully. If he wasn’t going to see where this was going, she would have to be forward.

“I have no—”

“Dameron, cut the shit. I can tell just by the way you light up when she’s around or when she’s brought up.” Leia cut him off, tired of beating around the bush. He liked her and she knew it. Poe sighed, accepting defeat and finally meeting her gaze honestly.

“The moment I saw her for the first time. I almost pushed it all away, but when I found her on the floor after Han died… it all came back. I can’t get her out of my mind.” Poe said to her. Leia smiled, taking his hand in hers.

“Oh, I knew it.” she said with a laugh.

“Of course you did.” Poe mumbled. Leia gave his hand a squeeze before letting go.

“Go after her. She’s good for you, and you’re good for her. You need something else in this war besides your X-Wing, Dameron. But if you ever hurt her, I’ll demote you without second thought.” Leia said to him, beginning to walk away.

“Y-y-yes General.” he stammered, watching her walk away from the area. Poe sighed, kneeling on the ground next to his droid. “Well, what the hell do I do now, buddy?” he asked his droid. All he got was a few beeps in response that strung together to be ‘Ask her out, idiot’. Poe scoffed as he climbed back up on his X-Wing, continuing his work. From on top of his ship though, he could see you all the way across the base working on the Falcon with Chewie.

“Try that one, Uncle Chewie!” you said to him, throwing up a wire to the Wookie on top of the ship. He growled back in response, getting to work on fixing the hyperdrive. The inside workings were all fine and dandy, but somehow the outside workings were all screwed up. “Who in the world was the one flying this to get this damaged anyway?” you asked him. Chewbacca looked up, seeing Leia in the distance throw a wink at him, signaling it was ‘go time’ for her little plan. The Wookie growled back a name to you, which was honest, at least, but also divisive to Leia’s plan.

“Poe?! You let him fly this?! I thought we agreed either you, me, or Rey only!” you shouted back to him. Chewbacca growled a rushed few sentences back to you. “No, I do like Poe! I like him a lot, he’s a great pilot it’s just - the Falcon means a lot to me and I only want people Dad trusted flying it.” Once more, you were met with some more growls. “You’re just as bad as mom, you! Don’t read more into that!” you said, face red. Chewbacca laughed as he hopped down from the top of the Falcon, taking you in for a hug. He looked over your shoulder, or actually he just looked up technically, and saw Poe and BB-8 coming over towards you. The Wookie bid her a quick farewell and went off to join Leia. "You two are up to something and I am going to figure out what it - oh.... hello, Poe." you said, threatening the Wookie but cutting yourself off when Poe appeared behind you.

"Is everything alright, General?" he asked you. You quickly glanced over at your mother and Chewbacca in the Command Center staring at the two of you and immediately had a feeling as to what they were up to.

Oh, those sneaky little nerfherders.

You were no kind-of-Jedi-whatever-he-was like your brother, or even just a half-way-there Jedi like your mother, and definitely not a full fledged Jedi like your Uncle Luke (you weren't actually Force sensitive at all, you were fully your father's daughter), but you knew exactly what your mother was up to. She was doing the same thing to you and Poe that she did to Kaydel Ko Connix and Jessika a year and a half ago.

She was setting you up.

Realizing that you hadn't answered him yet, you turned your attention back to the pilot.

"Oh, yeah... everything's good. How's your X-Wing?" you asked him, cleaning off your greasy hands with a towel before throwing it back on the ground.

"Gonna need to take it out later and make sure it doesn't blow up on me. How's the Falcon?" he asked you back, leaning against the leg of the ship. Maker, he was good looking.

"I need to get a droid in to run some diagnostics and we'll see. I heard that you were to blame for the malfunctioning hyperdrive." you said back to him pointedly. BB-8 chirped with laughter next to his master as he sped away, avoiding the confrontation.

"I - yeah... I have no excuse for this. I can help you with the repairs, if you want?" he said to you sweetly, clearly sorry for this. Poe was cursing himself out in his head, clearly trying not to blow any chances he had with you but feeling like he was. You sighed softly and shook your head.

"No, it's fine. I pretty much got her all fixed, anyway. I'm a little particular with who gets to fly her, you know? I'd prefer if it was just Chewie and I, and maybe Rey. But things happen." you said sadly across from him. Poe knew that list was short for "only people who my father actually trusted to fly her could touch" - and Han certainly didn't trust Poe, even though he hardly knew him.

"Hey, I get it. Won't touch her again without your permission. But I will have you know, I am the best damn pilot in the galaxy." He said, trying to lighten the mood. You gave a laugh at him.

"You forgot to put the word 'second' in there, Commander." you said shyly, walking up closer to him.

"Are you calling yourself the best pilot? I'll have to witness it myself, General." he said, his confidence boosting as he took one step closer to you. Your heart started beating faster in your chest as he was now nearly chest-to-chest with you. Poe wrapped an arm around your back and brought his lips to yours quickly, catching you off guard. You kissed him back, sinking into his embrace as your lips moved with each other. Sparks flew and you heard a muffled Wookie cry in the background, parting your lips from each other as you let out a giggle.

"That woman is unbearable, sometimes." you said to him, knowing that he would immediately know who you were talking about. Poe let out a laugh too, keeping you in his embrace to brush your hair out of your face gently.

"That she is, but we wouldn't survive without her." Poe commented. You smirked as he turned you two to face your smiling mother and an accomplished Wookie, along with an overly happy droid at her feet. "Still gonna need to see you fly though. Just to make sure you really are the best." he said. You laughed as you looked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Consider it a date, hotshot."

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