#because it was theirs and they felt it too? or became aware that something that they would rather stay out of was happening?

[slaaverin]

Your post on Jikooks love had me crying, that was really beautifully put.

I have been unable to really express why their love draws me in, why I think it’s so true and beautiful

You’re right, it is hard to put it into words that do it any sort of justice. There isn’t a simple way to describe it, to simplify what it is we’re seeing. It’s too much, too large, and yet it’s also not. Because they simply love, they love each other. I know they are on the world stage and are only accessible to us because of that, but they just love each other. So much so they do allow us to see them, because they are entwined in a way, but it’s also purposely done sometimes, because I imagine they want us to see them sometimes, and be in control of that. I get it.

The kind of love they have I actually don’t think we see anymore, the only famous equivalent maybe is Tom and Zendya, the best friends type of love, where that person is your everything. It’s rare I think, that sort of love, but Jikook have it. I’ve seen posts from people who can’t imagine this sort of love, I think that’s where the doubt comes in for many people. But they have it, and it’s real.

It’s all in the way they look at each other, the love in their eyes, still ever present. The flirting, the need to touch, the support, the championship of one another, the bickering, the unwavering strength and devotion they have. Who has that anymore? As I said it’s rare

Their love is just so beautiful, and I am so grateful to them we get to witness a small fraction of it, because then, maybe the world can heal a small amount.

Beautifully written anon 👏🏻

I know they are on the world stage and are only accessible to us because of that, but they just love each other. So much so they do allow us to see them, because they are entwined in a way, but it’s also purposely done sometimes, because I imagine they want us to see them sometimes, and be in control of that. I get it.

As you said their love is a rare thing and I would imagine that if I held a love such as theirs, I would inevitably feel a pull to share it. When people are in a certain type of love they kinda want to scream it from the rooftops sometimes, I guess from the sheer joy of it.

We've got so much footage of them over the span of 10 years, so many close-ups and moments, it would be inevitable for us to not notice something, and they must be aware of that. This is a huge part of themselves, and it is engrained in many bits of their lives, so it would be very hard to hide. Lying and hiding also takes much more effort than being yourself, so I guess they took the best out of both worlds.

Jimin & Jungkook have shared a lot since the group came to be, it became natural for them as it did for the other members. They are people who, on top of being their job, like to be giving to others. So I feel in a way it is it an act of generosity for them to be so open about it.

I think they know about their fans, the jikookers, and how supportive we are. They know their relationship makes a lot of people happy. And they want their fans happy. The support is pretty encouraging for them to being themselves even more.

It might be a self-centered thought, but I've felt AYS was a gift specifically to us. A loving, thankful gesture (of course it was for themselves first).

It was nice how they let themselves be open, but also could control the narrative with the show. It worked brilliantly.

I think you are right, a small part of the world is healing thanks to them 💜 they fill our hearts with warmth and joy and love, and they give such good examples for people to follow. It is truly inspiring.

I'm always in awe because they shine so brightly and intensely, I feel humbled to witness their journey as humans. And I'm glad they get to share this beautiful love in this lifetime and truly get to enjoy it 🥺

Thank you for your beautiful words anon ��� I think we understand each other 🫂

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

do you think solomon has pact marks on his d[loud truck passes by]

I- After a nice, stressful holidays I come back to this? Not even a "hi," "hello," "how are you?" Lol, kidding! Okay, I'm cracking my knuckles for this one so strap in, Anon, I've got thoughts. 😈

Minors DNI!

So, I have two minds about this. Part of me says no because...would he want any pact marks there? If pact marks are more than just a "skin contract" (like having actual effects on the body or on a specific body part once they're on) then I highly doubt he'd have one there. It'd be a little awkward I'm sure if he wanted to take care of himself or even get intimate if the pact mark acts as a pager to the demon that's stamped their symbol on his dick. Also...how would that even be brought up? Would he suggest putting a pact mark there? Like, he ran out of room on the rest of his body so "I guess you'll need to put it there." Or does the other party request it be put on that area for some odd reason? If he did have one there, I'd need to hear the story on how that came to be, lol! I'm sure it's a doozy. Although I like the idea that he'd essentially have the equivalent of a pact mark bikini tan line if he doesn't have any there.

My other thought is: yes, Solomon's a wild card. It wouldn't surprise me if he actually did have one there. He's not one to shy away from taboos, so that leads me to some other questions. How big can pact marks be? Are they all required to be uniform in size or can they mismatch? If that's the case...then how many can he fit on there? How big is his dick that he could fit multiple? Would he have/want multiple on there? (This is, of course, assuming pact marks don't have any effect on the body whatsoever and truly are glorified tattoos.) If they're all required to be uniform (and they're considerable size) then does the one wrap around like a tortilla shell meeting end to end on the underside? ...Yeah, so I got carried away because how would that work? I'm not doubtful, just incredibly curious. For science, of course...

I can't really give you a straight answer, anon, because I'm torn between yes and no. Like, you've truly got a 50/50 chance with him on this. Both would make sense depending on how you headcanon pact marks to function and how bold/serious you think Solomon and his pact mates are when it comes to making contracts and such.

[areislol]

being transported into their world

►— pairings. honkai star rail men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing really, not proof read 🙅🏻‍♀️, caelus is the trailblazer, romantic but you can see it was platonic if you want to! girls in the astral express are mentioned for a bit, i mentioned both dan heng and imbibitor lunae so don't mind that! mentions of self attempt/bodily harm for blade, boothill is ooc probably, spoilers of penacony quest, skipping herta space station (will be mentioned in other chapters though!), sahau (self aware honkai au)

►— synopsis. their beloved creator, the one who created many worlds, including theirs, had yet to return after thousands of years. but lately, they've been experiencing strange things, feeling like a heavenly, divine figure loomed over them. could it possibly be their one and only creator?

►— a/n. i've been thinking about a self-aware au but a honkai star rail version for a couple of weeks now after my reverse isekai'd genshin sagau series. also this may be a bit biased towards dang feng (imbibitor lunae) because uh i like him, maybe you can tell?

►— wordcount. 4.5k

part 2

for days they've felt uncomfortable, well, slightly. it only began to happen a couple of months ago when they felt as if something, no... someone was controlling their every movement and choice.

during their adventures, they felt an unsettling sensation creep upon them like a shadow in the night—a feeling of being watched, of a presence looming over their every move.

the presence was overwhelming, their body would stiffen, and they felt as if something like a heavy, invisible blanket was casted upon them.

at first, the passengers in the astral express dismissed it as mere paranoia, attributing it to the heightened tension of their journey or maybe the warping effects in the train. but as days passed and the sensation persisted, they couldn't shake off the unnerving feeling that they were not alone, that someone or something was observing their every action.

at times, they would catch fleeting whispers carried by the wind, faint voices that echoed in the corners of their minds. yet, despite their efforts, they could never make out the words, the words slipping through their grasp like elusive dreams.

as the feeling grew more pronounced, thoughts began to gnaw at their consciousness. who or what could possibly be speaking to them? why is it that every now and then they would feel a sudden boost and surge of power?

they knew deep down that the only being in the universe could make them feel that was,it could be no other than their creator.

the mere thought that their creator was dropping hints of their arrival was exciting. and only when the astral express crew noticed how each and every one of them felt the same exact things—looking around the moment they heard a voice, their body in sync as they tensed up... it was all too coincidental not to notice.

as they talked with one another and pieced the puzzle pieces together, using the information they found along the way travelling to each region, it all became clear.

it was a pivotal moment in their journey, the truth was revealed. in a flash of realization, they discovered that the presence they felt, the elusive voice they heard, was none other than their creator—the architect of their existence, the mastermind behind their trials and tribulations.

dan heng, himeko, welt, march and caelus had a hunch that it was their beloved creator, it couldn't be anyone else. everything added up, everything made sense. they acted like mad scientists, scurrying to their rooms and digging around every nook and cranny of their room, finding any evidence and papers that mentioned you, the creator.

as they all met up back on the train they carefully placed each and every newspaper and article about you. they had to make sure that it was really you. some of the articles that dan heng bought were from way back, thousands of years ago, he refused to tell anyone where he had gotten them from.

"in the vast expanse of the universe, where time flowed like a meandering river and galaxies danced in an eternal cosmic ballet, there existed a being unlike any other—a being known simply as a creator. born out of the primordial chaos, the creator was a solitary entity who traversed the endless void, seeking purpose in a universe devoid of meaning.

for millennia, the creator roamed the expanse, witnessing the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the ebb and flow of cosmic energies. yet, amidst the vastness of space and time, the creator found itself consumed by an overwhelming sense of ennui, a profound boredom that gnawed at their very essence.

then, the creator embarked on a journey of creation—a quest to fill the void with worlds of its own design, to sculpt realities from the raw clay of the cosmos. with a mere thought, the creator breathed life into barren planets, adorned them with oceans and mountains, and populated them with a myriad of creatures both strange and wondrous.

as creator delved deeper into their newfound passion, they discovered a love for the act of creation—a love that transcended time and space, a passion that ignited a fire within its soul. with each world it fashioned, each story it crafted, the creator found solace in the act of shaping reality, in the sheer joy of bringing something new into existence.

for six thousand years, the creator laboured tirelessly, weaving tapestries of worlds and galaxies, each one a testament to its boundless imagination and creative prowess. from the smallest blade of grass to the mightiest empires, the creator poured their heart and soul into every facet of creation, infusing each world with a unique charm and character all its own.

yet, amidst the infinite expanse of its creations, the creator remained a solitary figure—a godlike being adrift in a sea of its own making, forever yearning for companionship in a universe devoid of peers. and so, the creator continued their eternal quest, weaving worlds out of boredom and growing a love and passion for creation that would endure for eternity. and we, this universe, was crafted by none other than the creator, the place we call home. it is said that only after six thousand will the creator return to us, to watch over us once more."

the article itself looked worn, it wasn't signed by anyone, and no one knew who wrote it, or how they got the information. but it seemed plausible. millenniums... it has been well over six thousand years, it was about time the creator descended.

they had to be prepared, they had to tell the rest of their friends and families, the world. as much as they would like to keep the information to themselves they knew that you deserved a much better, bigger and more beautiful welcome.

sampo, gepard and luka were more than stunned and nervous, to say the least. their creator... was finally returning back? upon hearing the news from caelus they were sceptical at first, deep down they really wanted to see you in your glory, to finally meet the creator, but at the same time, it was nerve-wracking.

what should they say? what should they do in preparation and celebration? what gifts and offers should they give to you? nothing would do. they were positive that anything they bought, even if it got them in debt, would suffice. you deserved more than a measly couple of dishes and the most delicate and fitting garnets.

it was embarrassing really, their hearts racing as they tried their best to think of what to bring to your feet. but one thing they all had in common was their loyalty to you. if it was their life you wanted then so be it.

sampo is sampo, he was sure that his creator's glory and attractiveness were over the top, he would be sure to compliment you as many times as his mouth could allow, but he was sure that your beauty would be intimidating. no matter your looks your presence was more than enough.

gepard is nervous. his mind is full of "what ifs" and "what should i.." not even his sister can calm him down. every morning and night when he closes his eyes he's anticipating the day his sister barges into his room, yelling that the creator had finally descended. although he isn't quite sure of what to offer you he knows that whenever you need him, whatever you call him for he will be there in less than a minute, by your side or feet if you prefer.

whatever you ask of him, whatever favour you need from, he will never say no.

luka on the other hand is absolutely pumped to meet you! he had heard stories of you when he was a child, and from the stories told by the adults they described you as a kind being, who soon fell in love with the art, beauty and joy of creating. well, their most favourite was creating worlds.

he was absolutely sure that you would be the most kindest, heavenly person he had ever met, what was there to worry about now? luka knew that if he ever laid eyes on you he would fall in love no doubt, he would do anything for you. maybe you would agree to watch his wrestling matches?

jing yuan, blade, imbibitor lunae, and luocha are the most excited of all, sure, everyone is elated to finally meet you with their very own eyes. but them? oh lord... they all believe to be your worshipper, having heard tales of you from their parents, this alone caused them to be awe and love-struck with you.

they were a firm believer in you, you did no wrong in their eyes. all your actions and words were justified. they followed your principles, they made sure to announce their presence every time they came to your altar and placed down the most expensive jewels, dishes and gifts. (they had a shrine of you at home don't worry)

jing yuan was the one of the firsts to get hints that you were finally returning, the divine foresight fu xuan always looked so weary and cautious, but as time grew she began to be more... happy and elated, yet everytime he questioned her she was tense up and smile like it was nothing. and only when he pried did she say that she saw things, saw a blurred face, and heard a voice. "don't be alarmed... i'm here to tell you that.."

he made sure that everyone who worked under him and every prominent person knew of this, he began to make preparations of your arrival, he cancelled all meetings and plans, only focusing on you and your arrival. everything had to be perfect. he had even forgotten about the wanted criminal blade. jing yuan booked the most fanciest restaurant for a month max, he wasn't sure when you were coming, of course, so a month it was.

jing yuan prepared every entertainment and paid the orchestra, he wanted everything to be perfect, even the most minuscule details.

blade's loyalty was and is only for you and only you. he may be cold and stone-hearted (we all know it's false) but if it's you... whatever you ask for he will do it no doubt. he refuses to take orders from a stranger even if it is his friend, but if it's you? say no more. blade knew you were a kind soul, you needed protection from the other so-called "enemies" (he proclaimed it!).

he swore that you saved his life, years ago when everything was tumbling down, when his feelings got the better of him, he tried doing the unthinkable, as he blacked out he suddenly "saw" something.. a beacon of light, it was magical and airy, he tried his best to grasp onto the light but obviously could not.

it floated further and further away, and he followed it, his eyes glued only on the beacon of light. as it stopped moving, so did he, he continued staring at the light as it shrank into a ball, it didn't speak, it didn't look anywhere, it stayed there. suddenly he woke up, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. what was that?

sweat clung to his forehead when jingliu found him, concerned she rushed over to him, he refused to say a single word. he was left perplexed. what was the ball of light? why did he feel so at ease? why did it only appear after he...

he would make it his mission to meet you before the rest do other than the astral express crew and become your bodyguard, even if you deny his offer he will stick with you no matter what. of course, he would respect your boundaries but he knew that you didn't have the heart to deny anyone, especially your creation.

imbibitor lunae absolutely adores you, even if he was reincarnated the memories still pass on. and the tales being told by the grown-ups were famous around his area and still is. from the earliest days of his existence, tales of the creator had woven themselves into the fabric of his consciousness, painting a portrait of a being of boundless kindness and infinite compassion.

as a child, imbibitor lunae had listened with rapt attention to stories passed down through generations, tales of the creator's benevolence and the miracles they wrought upon the world. and in the quiet moments of the night, he would gaze up at the starry expanse above, whispering prayers to the creator, his heart overflowing with admiration and reverence.

when news of the creator's imminent return after six thousand years reached his ears, his heart soared with unbridled joy. in no time he set about preparing for your arrival, pouring his heart and soul into crafting the perfect gifts to present to his divine benefactor.

drawing inspiration from the tales of old, he fashioned intricate trinkets and tokens of his affection, each one imbued with his unwavering devotion and love. amidst the swirling maelstrom of feelings, one thing remained constant: his unwavering love for the creator.

imbibitor swore that once he felt or sensed a sign that would be arriving he would immediately act, he would be the first to meet and lay his eyes on your divine figure. slap him as many times as you want if you found it rude, he would only thank you.

luocha, despite remaining calm and composed on the outside, internally, he was freaking OUT. luocha found himself grappling with a myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions. on one hand, he felt a profound sense of excitement at the prospect of meeting the creator, the architect of his existence and the source of all that he held dear.

yet, on the other hand, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of inadequacy, the fear of not being able to live up to your expectations.

his mind raced with a flurry of possibilities. what gifts would you appreciate? what could he offer to express his gratitude and reverence for the being who had breathed life into his world? with each passing moment, the weight of the impending meeting pressed down upon him like a heavy burden, filling him with a sense of anxiety.

despite his inner turmoil, luocha maintained a facade of calm and composure, determined not to let his anxieties show. with a steely resolve, he set about meticulously planning and preparing for your arrival, carefully considering every detail in his quest to find the perfect gift.

he even resorted to asking the children about what gifts he should bring, and yes, they did laugh at him but helped him nonetheless.

from ornate trinkets to rare treasures, luocha spared no effort in his search for the ideal offering, pouring his heart and soul into each carefully chosen item. yet, even as he laboured tirelessly to ensure that everything was perfect, doubts continued to gnaw at the edges of his mind, although one thing was for sure, if you didn't like any of his gifts he wouldn't be upset rather, maybe all you wanted was his whole body and life, and he would not hesitant once to give it up for you.

they all couldn't wait to meet you.

aventurine, sunday, gallagher and boothill are freaking out. horribly. mainly aventurine.. once the news had reached them from the astral express that it was possible (about 98%) that you were the comet arriving in a week... oh boy were they NERVOUS. everything HAD to be perfect. they had everything to thank you for, during their life and death situation they were lucky enough to survive—thanks to you.

it was only natural to return the favour, you created them, their personality, their arms, legs, their body, you sculpted their face, you made them. you made the very world they live in right now, the world they call home... they were sure you were by their side, making them make the right decisions and the right thing. aventurine? oh, the amount of MONEY he will spend buying everything he thinks you'd like, the fanciest, most elegant and most expensive shoes, clothing and accessories. he would rent out an entire week or months of work at a restaurant if you'd like to dine alone or with a couple of people. he knows his luck is a part of him, he can only pray that he'll meet you first with his luck.

sunday... just the sound of your name makes him tear up. he could've sworn that one time you spoke to him, your other-worldly echoing voice speaking to him directly about the loss of his dear sister. and here he stood in his room, looking out the window, and in the far distant a light shimmering as it swiftly dived down. a shooting star. he knows that with everyone getting the news they're all aiming to be the first to meet you, and trust me, he does want to meet you FIRST. the second you land he'll be there right with you and guiding you to safety—penacony.

but first, he must pinpoint where exactly you'll land. and with his power and influence he will most definitely try his best to find you and be sure to hide you from everyone else... he needs you, desperately.

gallagher and boothill have exactly the same thoughts. to present themselves good to you and spend every minute and second with you. but with everyone gossiping and spreading rumours about your arrival it's hard to be unique. everyone wants to be with you, everyone wants your favour. but they could never worship you as much as them. they had dreamed of this moment, it seemed unreal to meet their own creator but nonetheless, they clung to their hope and boy did it not go to waste.

boothill basically pauses any mission he needs to complete, that can wait. you are eternal. he's practically on edge with the fact that at any moment the comet would crash through and there you'd be, dozing peacefully.. like an angel. he won't hesitate to cause some trouble or initiate some violence if it means that they don't get to see you first.

gallagher on the other hand tries to stay hidden and in the shadows. of course, he'd like to meet you face to face but with the feeling of an overwhelming and looming divine presence, it's all too much. and if that's too much then what would he feel when you stand right before him? he's like an overprotective dog, fiercely loyal and clingy. even if you can't spot him he'll be right there, lurking and watching.

dr. ratio and argenti are absolutely and 100% loyal and would do EVERYTHING in their power to meet you, even a glance would do, anything to feed their curiosity and desperate need to know the creator. so when they get wind that you were supposedly descending down... they freeze on the spot, their breath hitches as their eyes widen. could it really be?

dr. ratio was always a curious boy, and he has you to thank for giving him consciousness and the opportunities to venture out and earn knowledge and eventually spreading his knowledge to his students (preaching i guess you can say). he's a bit biased when it comes to talking about you to his friends or students, and speaking your name in a more positive light, not that anyone minds, if anything they agree!

although he isn't much of a gifter or "i'll spend my money on you" he's more of a "anything you want just tell me". if you told him to drop his precious books to come and tend to your needs he would do it in a heartbeat.

to argenti you are the standard and epitome of "beauty". the beauty he has been searching for his entire life. he intends to shower you with compliments and roses freshly picked by hand unless you're allergic or not a fan of flowers, fear not! compliments should do! be ready to be bombarded with such positivity, compliments and gifts from the knight of beauty.

anything you wish for he will try his utmost best to get it done perfectly and quickly. "your hair looks so pretty like this..." say no more, he will always style it and keep it exactly like that! "my feet feel so sore from all the walking" ?!!? why is his dear walking anyway!?!? don't worry, he'll massage it for you! "ugh all this work is making me tired" move aside, let him do the honours!!

It was a long ride home from work, you were currently in an almost empty bus, glancing over the top of your phone you read the time. 11 P.M.

Was it that late already? You knew this office job would be the death of you. You never wanted to work at a place like this, the cubicle life bored you and it was just so... depressing. That was the only way to describe it.

You decide to pass the time by playing your all-time favourite game: Honkai: Star Rail. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you began to grind relics and exp for an upcoming character. It definitely worked in keeping you busy and awake as time passed by slowly.

All was well, everything was fine. You had everything planned in your head. Get home as soon as possible, take a nice warm and rejuvenating shower, get five hours of sleep, go back to work and repeat.

The more you thought about your daily routine the more you realised how depressing it was, but what could you do? That job was the only one that was hiring and had average pay and things like that are rare, especially when you decided to live in the city which was your first mistake.

You were barely getting by in the city, the crime rate increased, there were more breaks in, pickpocketing and murder. But despite all of that you decided to rent an apartment where it was less populated, the rent in the heart of the city was way too high.

Pushing all those thoughts and information aside you let out a defeated sigh, leaning your head on the window as you continued to tap away on your phone.

If only life went just a little bit easier on you.

Everything was fine. The silence was comfortable and the low, soft rumble of the engine kept you awake, until a loud deafening crash jolted the bus, sending people flying and falling onto the ground.

Letting out a scream you grabbed onto whatever you could to keep you steady—the head of the chair in front of you. Although it didn't do a good job of keeping you still you couldn't care less, because as you lifted your head, your eyes caught something massive charging straight at you, and before you could react, a blinding light engulfed you, followed by an eerie silence.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself tightly packed against something dark and rocky. Just great! Something had happened to the bus and knocked you out.

You looked around, it was pure blackness, like a void. Maybe this was what happened after death... Out of all things and especially the time too!

Feeling confused and scared you try to move your body to shift into a more comfortable position but due to the lack of space, you could barely even move an inch.

Suddenly, a crack was heard. And you froze.

Then another crack, and another, the darkness began to crack and splinter and not long after half of the egg-shaped looking ball broke in half as it fell to the side.

Shards of obsidian-like material fractured and scattered around. A large amount of dust, and shiny glitter-like specs flew everywhere, it was extremely dusty.

Unfortunately, you inhaled the smoke, coughing and sputtering, you waved their hand in front of your face, trying to dispel the particles as you squinted against the harsh light that slipped through the smoke.

As the dust settled and the steam dissipated, your surroundings gradually came into focus. You found yourself in front of... one, two, three, four, and... five.... wait.. what?

Right before you stood four male figures (with the other seemed to have a more feminine build), male figures that looked awfully familiar to you for some odd reason, just why was that?

You were confused and curious as you surveyed your surroundings, realizing that maybe this was death? You would've never guessed that "life" after death would look like this. It was very.... interesting.

The buildings that surrounded you were intricate and otherworldly. Dazzling celestial landscapes and luminescent structures piqued your interest as you slowly and carefully stepped out of what you assumed was a shell.

Its' architect and infrastructure reminded you of something, it seemed nostalgic—as if you've seen this exact building before. The more you observed and watched, your eyes tracing every precise curve and detail of the buildings your heart began to pick up its pace.

Your eyes searched every corner and inch, and finally, it landed back on the five figures you had spotted before and it wasn't until you caught sight of familiar faces that you were certain that you had to be hallucinating somehow after death.

There, standing in a circle, were figures that you could hardly believe were real: Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, and Bronya. It was unmistakably them.

Their presence, their unmistakable aura of reverence, left you no doubt.

They watched you, their gazes filled with awe and admiration as if you were the embodiment of some long-awaited prophecy (and in this case, it was).

You were in disbelief. Disbelief that you had somehow been transported into the very game they were playing moments ago, but now they were tangible, real.

It was a long silence, it was both comfortable and uncomfortable with their longing gaze. You remained still as you checked around your surroundings once again before settling your eyes back on the group of people.

At your gaze they felt a shiver down their spine, and the hair on their skin stood up.

"W—Who are you guys?!" You yelled, narrowing your eyes to see if it was truly the characters from the game you adored.

Dan Heng's breath hitched at the sound of your booming voice, your voice... it was just like how they described what you would sound like in the carved stones and ancient scrolls.

The more he stared at you the more he wanted to come to you, to kneel down at your feet and profess how long he has been waiting for this moment.

With his eyes trained on your figure, he steps closer, Gepard notices and swiftly stops him from moving any further with his arm. Dan Heng looks to his side, confusion strewn on his face.

Not a single word was spoken yet with a stern gaze and the shake of a head, Dan Heng understood. Now was not the right time.

Minutes passed by in complete and utter silence, it unnerved you. Why were they so quiet? So watchful?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the silence was broken just with a couple words.

"We have been awaiting your arrival, Your Gracefulness."

note: after 5 months WOW. i've been so busy with things i haven't had the time to really sit down and work. I'm so sorry everyone!

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[lostalioth]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘤’𝘴 ; 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

→ warnings: this is all written with a female reader in mind, smut [18+], all the dirty things that come with nsfw abcs :)

→ a/n: using old reliable nsfw abcs as a way of helping me warm back up to writing :) i havent written in SO LONG again but ive still been reading and my fixation on stevie is coming back strong so figure id use the pretty boy for nsfw abcs

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Steve was a bit lame at aftercare in the beginning with past partners, he would clean them off when needed and offer water but that was about it.

Eventually the older he got the better he got with it, and the more he understood the importance of it. A part of him even found it to be his favorite thing to help you calm down and come down from your high slowly. Cooing at you and praising how well you did for him as his hands brush down your arms, your sore and shaking thighs that are still wrapped around his waist to soothe you. He’d clean the both of you up and get you fresh clothes and water. Steve lulling you to sleep in his arms with small kisses to your face and shoulders and whispers of even more praise.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite on himself although it isn't exactly a body part, is his hair of course. He has always prided himself on his hair looking good, always making sure each strand was in place, it started as a vanity thing. However after he notices just how much you loved playing with his hair, running your fingers through it, tugging it, even styling when he gave in after a week of you begging him. His love and pride in it grew tenfold once it became something you loved about him.

His favorite on you would be in all honesty your tits. He's a simple man, no matter their size his hands are gonna gravite to them, rest his hand there when you're cuddling, grope and knead them under your shirt, lay his head on them rambling on and on about how soft they are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Steve cums a lot and by a lot, I do mean A LOOTT. He honestly doesn't understand it but it's always been that way and because of it if he doesn't use a condom or have you swallow it, it's quite a lot and hard to clean up. Sometimes he loves making you an absolute mess, covered in his cum, sweat and saliva from his mouth exploring, kissing and licking every inch of your body. Steve being well aware of just how much he cums was amazed and admittedly a bit impressed the first time he cums down your throat. He had assumed it would be too much for you so the first time you had him in your mouth and he felt himself get close he tried to pull out so he could cum on your tits.

”Fuck babe im gonna- god im gonna cum” he nearly whines out as your head bobbed, taking his whole length down your throat. He attempts to pull his hips back to pull out of your mouth. You hum around his dick and look up at him with a begging look as you grab hold of his hips, digging your nails in pulling him back closer. The assertiveness of your move stuns Steve for a moment as red hot pleasure consumes him and before he can stop it, he is cumming down your throat. He watches in near shock as while his cock is still sitting heavy on your tongue you swallow all his cum down. He knows his pupils are blown wide as he stares at you, slipping your mouth off him and looking up at him. A cocky and proud smile starts to worm its way on your face. "Good girl—That's a good fucking girl. Fuck baby" he groans as he dives down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, the latter of his sentance mumbled against your lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves the idea of you dominating him. He has always been the dominant one in his past relationships, he feels that that's how it's supposed to be. However he can't deny that he likes the moments in bed when you boss him around telling him exactly what to do to please you and he obeys. He can't deny how much he likes when you praise him and call him a good boy when he does something you ask even if it's in a joking matter when he goes and grabs your phone you left in his room when you ask. To him it's his dirty secret, what Steve doesn't know is that you picked up on this little fantasy of his. It was one night after he had a long shift at work and he had practically begged you to let him eat you out cause all he wanted was to please you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say Steve has pretty average experience. He’s had girlfriends, he's had hookups and one night stands. The only thing he wasn't all that experienced with was kinks. He has nothing to worry about though because you're there to help him out and teach him about all your kinks as well as aid him with discovering and testing his own out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Steve loves any position where he gets to watch your face. The way it contorts in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut and your jaw falling open in either a sharp gasp or a wonton moan when you cum. He also loves holding you therefore his absolute favorite position would have to be when you're straddling him, your chest pressed to his as he is laid back on the bed. His knees bent so his hips can set a punishing and hard pace jackhammering up into you. His large hands cupping the sides of your face forcing you to look at him as he thrusts deep inside you.

“Fuck look at me, there we go sweet girl” Steve coos as he holds your face forcing you to hold eye contact. “There's my pretty girl.. Hii baby” a smirk blooms on his face as his hips speed up, his tip abusing that one spot deep inside you. The pleasure makes it harder to keep your eyes open and look at him. You whimper and mumble something that comes out as gibberish, too lost in the bliss and basking in his attention to form real words.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’d be goofy at the start, smiling big and teasing you softly. Play fighting with you and tickling your sides would eventually morph into your hands pinned above your head and his mouth attacking your tits. Legs around his waist trying to shift your hips to grind your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans. The teasing wouldn't stop however he'd be a bit more serious the more into the moment the two of you became.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it would entirely depend on how you preferred him, he never used to bother with grooming himself down there as he had no complaints but if you preferred him to be more groomed he’d do it without hesitation. If you didn't care about it, he'd leave it. All he wants is to please you, he has no preference when it comes down to it so he defers to you for it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Steve gets very into the moment. He loves kissing all over your body as his hips thrust into you. Praise spilling out of his lips as you ride him, his arms wrapped around your torso holding you close to him. The man adores you, even when he's being desperate and rough and fast he makes sure to still hold you close and tell you he loves you as his hips bounce off yours hard enough you know there will be bruises in the morning.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it probably more than he'd ever admit to you. He just gets so needy for you and knowing you're busy at work he’ll usually resort to fisting his cock. A pair of your panties you let him keep shoved against his nose, needing your scent to get him off. His head full of memories of your body under his, on top of his, your mouth on him, his tongue buried in your pussy, even images of new things he wants to try with you aid him and push him closer and closer to the edge. Jerking off however very rarely satiates him enough to where he wont be on you the second you walk through the door. Nothing does it good enough for him except his girl.

”Fuck sweetheart i missed you, i needed you so bad baby” he whines as he grinds his hips up against you, he had you pinned to the couch not even 10 seconds after greeting you at the door. “Had to rub one out so i didnt bug you at work” his voice came out full of desperation. “Stevie..” you whine out as he begins kissing down your neck. “Nothing is as good as this prefect fucking pussy though” he lets out a low groan as he starts working at getting you out of your work uniform.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Steve wasn't all that knowledgeable of kinks until you and boy did you help him learn. He loves praising you, watching your eyes sparkle and lit up when he tells you how good you're doing. He secretly loves when you praise him back, it makes an unusual feeling settle in his chest as it wasnt something he was used to hearing. He has a slight size kink, he likes when his body looms over yours and how delicate his large hands make your body look. On the very rare occasion as well he can be quite sadistic sometimes. He loves choking you as well, not like hardcore but lightly and he wouldn't be opposed to it being returned.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is Steve's favorite place. He knows that's boring but it gives him the most time and space as well as comfort to do as he pleases with you. Not that you guys haven't done it in other places, when you're feeling risky and both of you are extra needy you've done it in a bedroom at a house party, the bathroom at work, the back of Steve's car was the easiest place in your youth for the two of you to have alone time. Those places are just never as good as when Steve has you spread out on his bed where you don't have to worry about being quick or being caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just about anything you do. This man is so deeply obsessed and in love with you that something as simple as him looking at you, taking a sip of water and watching your thorat bob as you swallow would have him straining against his boxers. Watching you sit and do your makeup, a look of focus on your face as you concentrate would have him sneaking up behind you to kiss along the side of your neck up to your ear trying his hardest to break said focus. One look from you with a flutter of your eyelashes and a smile would have him on his knees begging you to leave a party earlier so you two can head home. A brush of your lips against his and he has to refrain from blowing his load in his pants like an inexperienced teenager.

“Baby i think i'm addicted to you” steve lets out a groan as he watches you glide around the house cleaning up after a large party. He sat up on the kitchen counter not being much of a help. Your hips swaying to the music playing softly in the background for ambiance nearly had the man drooling.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you don't like or aren't comfortable with. Hed do or try just about anything you ask, if it pleases you and you like it thats enough to turn him on.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Steve LOVVEESSS being between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your cunt like a starved man. He doesn't eat pussy for his pleasure he does it for yours, all he cares about is your pleasure. He loves feeling you slowly lose yourself on his mouth, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him there as you cum with a loud drawn out moan of his name leaving your mouth. His preference is giving because when he's receiving?

He has a bit of a hard time holding it in, your mouth is like kryptonite or something cause the second the warmth of your pretty mouth envelopes his cock he's a goner. He turns into a whimpering, stuttering mess mumbling about how pretty you are, how good you are at sucking him off, how much he loves you.

“Sweet girl– shit go easy on me please baby or im gonna cum before we even get started” he whines as his hips buck up into your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends entirely on the mood, if the two of you have time steve is slow and sensual. Kissing down your body, working you open for his cock with his fingers or mouth. Slow making out as he slides inside you. Still a bit rough as Steve loves to watch as bruises and marks appear on both your bodies, marking you as his and him equally as yours.

But if you’re both needy and desperate for each other it's usually faster and just as rough, rushed foreplay, sloppy kisses, teeth clashing and hands everywhere nearly ripping each other's clothes off. Steve pleading and begging for you to cum for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They aren't a rare or a frequent occurrence. They're more of a situational thing, when the two of you start something only to realize one of you is gonna be late to work if you don't hurry up or you have friends coming over in 10 minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Steve loves trying new things, anything and everything as long as you're comfortable with it. If you veto it then the two of you don't try it, the same goes for if he vetoes it but there is quite literally nothing he wouldn't let you do to him. He trusts you and would never say no to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has fairly standard if not a bit high stamina, going at least 3-4 rounds before he feels like his balls have been drained but give him a few hours and a slow makeout session and he’ll be ready to go again. He is fast to recover.

There are certain instances where steve is too weak for you though that he doesn't last as long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Steve would own a vibrator that the two of you use on occasion but usually the two of you are so lost in the pleasure of each other's touch and bodies on their own that you both long forget about using it most of the time. Steve mostly uses it when he wants to overstimulate you by making you come over and over.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohh he loves teasing you all the time, and you love teasing him. It's like a game of tit for tat with the two of you. Steve will tease you while you're at work and even more when you come home before giving in. Though he's a little shit about it and if it starts to be too much he wont stop. "Aw, it hurts? Too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied sweet girl” he chuckles softly and grips your hip harder as his thrusts speed up.

The next day as payback you'd prance around the house in only panties and one of his t-shirts and tease him all day right back. Then he’d return the teasing again and so the cycle continues.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When Steve's needy he's offly vocal, begging, whining and whimpering how much he wants you, needs you. And when you give in somehow he gets louder.

“Shit! Fuck! Princess mmm you feel so good god, i love ya’ baby”

Verus when you're the needy one and he's in a dominant mood, you're the very vocal one and he's fairly quiet, so he can hear all the pretty noises you make. He is often too focused as well on you to talk much besides the occasional filth leaving his mouth when he cant hold it back and he cums.

"You look so pretty like this sweetheart"

"That's it. That's my girl fuck”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes buying you pretty lingerie and pjs. He just likes buying you cute and pretty clothes. It makes his girl happy and she just looks so pretty in everything he buys and gives him a little fashion show. One that may or may not normally end with you in his lap, his hand around your neck and his cock buried inside you. Praise and compliments mumbled against your lips. It's a win-win situation really.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

He's pretty above average. Standing around 8 inches hard and his girth is enough to give you that addictive stinging stretch when he first slips inside everytime. He was popular with the ladies for a reason, though most found him a bit too much to take. You however take it like a champ and Steve almost loses it every time he bottoms out with how tight your pussy squeezes him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Above average that's for sure and Steve will swear it used to be normal before you, but he just can't help it. He's obsessed with you and as stated before everything you do turns him on. His sex drive and desire for you are often what lead him to overstimulating you as he always wants you to cum more than once.

"You can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, come on please?" Steve begs as he looks at you through lust blown pupils, a small pleading smile on his face. Sweat dripping down his forehead as his hips snap against yours, your pussy red and puffy after you've already came twice. “Steve i dont think I can baby…” you whine and try pushing at his chest. “Come on princess, one last time and ill be done” he smirks and speeds up his hips and rubs his thumb in circles on your abused and throbbing nub.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Steve will wait for you to fall asleep first, not that he isn't tired but he often stays awake until you succumb to sleep in case you need him to get you anything. Your body is usually a bit weak and your legs wobbly after sex so he offers to get you whatever you need. Once you are sound asleep against his chest though he will kiss your head and snuggle closer to your warm body before drifting off himself.

→ a/n: send me some requests lovilies i need to get back to writing before kinktober!! also sorry for any mistakes im a tad rusty.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Two detectives in your bed

Self-Aware! Edogawa Ranpo x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu

Description: You wanted to take a nap. But, there are two detectives in your bed. And all of your blankets and pillows are gone.

Fluff. Silly short fic.

Sequel to Delayed package

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

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You just wanted to take a nap.

You just wanted to lay down on your bed, cover yourself with the blanket, put your head on a pillow and have a nice nap. Because you deserved this nap. You are working hard in the university. And you are helping with the house chores. You deserved to have a small rest.

The plan was simple. Go into your room - Lay down on the bed - Cover yourself with the blanket - Lay your head on a pillow - Sleep.

Pretty simple plan, right?

Well, wrong! You were wrong!

You shake your head, hoping, that you were just too tired and started seeing things. It must be a mistake and your room should be empty.

You opened your eyes and stare on your bed.

They were still there.

Dazai Osamu and Ranpo Edogawa were laying in your bed. Ranpo was lying across the bed, while Dazai was laying on his side, looking at you with a sly grin.

It's not like you were against their company. Or against anyone's company. It wasn't even the problem, that they were in your room. Or in your bed.

You knew that some of BSD Cast find your room shooting. They love spending time here. They like staying here. And you allowed them to go into your room, while you weren't there.

A few times you returned to your room, finding Lucy reading a book here, or Kunikida, taking notes in his notebook, or Tetchou taking a nap in your bed.

Of course, they have some restrictions. They weren't allowed to search through the drawers, and they must ask if they want to take something from your room to theirs, be it a textbook or a laptop. And, as long as these rules are followed, there were no problems.

So, you weren't angry, that Ranpo and Dazai got into your room when you weren't here. You were angry, that your blanket and pillow were gone.

And, if Ranpo's and Dazai's sly smirks imply something, that they were the reason, they are gone.

You frowned and looked at two 'intruders'.

"What are you two doing in my bed?"

Ranpo rolls on his side and turn his head in your detection. He smirked.

"Oh, you know, just hanging around. Waiting for you."

You rolled your eyes. There is no Purple Sigh on your door, so these two aren't in distress. And it doesn't explain the missing blanket and pillow.

"Why? And where are my blanket and pillow?"

Ranpo's smirk became bigger.

"Somewhere. I wonder where... Do you know where they are, Dazai?"

Dazai chuckled and looked at your direction. He looked as sly as Ranpo.

"Have no idea, Ranpo."

Ranpo hummed.

"Oh, I remember! Kids were building a pillow fort? I recall they were asking for a permission to took blankets and pillows."

You rub your temples. You recall, how Sakura asked your permission to take some blankets and pillows for the pillow fort. Okay, you can do this. It's not like kids took all your blankets and pillows.

You start searching through your shelves, trying to find a blanket and a pillow. You must have a few more somewhere there.

During your search, you felt Ranpo's and Dazai's gazes on you.

Ranpo yawned and looked at Dazai.

"Dazai, have you heard about what happened yesterday? You see, Fyodor and Nikolai were visiting [Y/N]'s old house, trying to retrieve something..."

You let out a nervous whine and feel, like you were burning up. Your cheeks and ears were on fire. You try to focus on anything else, not paying attention to Ranpo.

"... And when they got back home..."

Where are the blankets and pillows?

"... We didn't see [Y/N], Fyodor and Nikolai for the rest of the day and night..."

Maybe they are in this wardrobe?

"... And [Y/N] appeared only at the morning..."

Why you can't find blankets and pillows?!

"... Do you think you can explain, what happened, [Y/N]?"

You turned back and looked at two detectives on your bed. Dazai and Ranpo both looked like two cats, that ate all sour cream in the house. Your face still felt like it was on fire.

You breathe in and out.

"Where... Where are the rest..."

Ranpo grinned and finally opened his eyes.

"Kids wanted to make a huge pillow fort. They took all blankets in the house."

What? Were kids trying to make a fort that is big enough to live in? The idea of going to them and took one pillow and blanket was rejected immediately. It's still daytime, let the kids play.

But, you want to be nice and cozy while taking a nap.

Two detectives noticed your face expression. Dazai dramatically raise both of his hands up.

"Oh, My Dear Iris Flower, don't worry, you won't be cold or uncomfortable! I will be your blanket and Ranpo..."

What? A blanket?

Ranpo waves his hand.

"And I will be your pillow"

You will repeat. What? A pillow?

You blinked owlishly. Dazai open his arms, inviting you to hug him.

"Don't be shy, [Y/N]! Come here and hug me. Look, that I am soft and warm. A perfect blanket."

Ranpo lift his shirt up, showing his stomach.

"And my belly is soft. Softer, than any pillow you will ever have."

Ranpo opened his eyes slightly.

"And, both Dazai and I are much more good-looking than any... print on a pillow case you could find."

YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT BSD CAST WERE SELF-AWARE, WHEN YOU ORDER TWO DAKIMAKURAS WITH FYODOR AND NIKOLAI ALMOST A YEAR AGO!

AND, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, THAT PACKAGE GOT DELAYED, AND, WHEN IT FINALLY ARRIVED, YOU NOT ONLY FORGET WHAT SHOULD BE INSIDE, BUT ASKED FYODOR AND NIKOLAI TO GET IT FROM YOUR PREVIOUS NEIGHBORS!

AND, YOU DIDN'T KNOW, THAT YOU WERE SHOP'S 5000 CLIENT AND, AS A PRESENT, YOU GET PILLOW CASES FOR DAKIMAKURAS WITH DIFFERENT BSD CHARACTERS!

You feel a chill running down your spine. Yesterday, you spent half of the day and all night, cuddling Fyodor and Nikolai. Well, to be more specific, you were wrapped into a blanket and stuck between Fyodor and Nikolai, that wanted to show you, that they are better than any pillow. And prettier. And clingier. It was the best cuddles you ever had. Almost. All their teasing were unbearable!

You don't want to know, how Ranpo and Dazai learn about the pillows and pillow cases. Either, because they are Dazai and Ranpo. Or because Fyodor and Nikolai told them. It doesn't matter right now.

...

You probably could take a nap in the living room. On the couch. With no pillows and blankets.

Or, you can give up and have a nap with Ranpo and Dazai. And, once again, cuddled for the rest of the day.

Ranpo, whose eyes were still opened, laughed.

"There are no free blankets or pillows in the house. Your nap on the couch will be cold. Besides," Ranpo had a tight grin on his face. "Is it really that bad to sleep with us?"

You massage your temples. It wasn't bad, just... They will never let you live the dakimakuras incident down, right?

Dazai give you the best puppy dog eyes he can.

"Are you tired, Dear [Y/N]?" Dazai cooed, opening his arms for a hug again. "Take a nap. You will feel better!"

You give up and plopped down on your bed, rolled to Dazai and put your head on Ranpo's stomach.

He was soft and warm. You still can't believe, that BSD Gang were real, breathing, living people.

Dazai nested on top of you, pinning your hands between his chest and yours. Dazai's face pressed against the crook of your neck.

Ranpo's fingers started running through your hair.

"Aren't we better, than any pillow or blanket you will ever have? Or any pillow case?"

You let out a tiny groan.

"I already explained it, that I forgot about the package! It took almost a year to be delivered!"

Ranpo chuckled and Dazai rub his nose against your throat.

"Dear Iris Flower, don't be embarrassed. You gift us a great opportunity to cuddle with you more!"

You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, it's not like we don't snuggle almost every day"

Ranpo and Dazai laugh a little. Dazai kissed the tip of your nose.

"Well, I still want more cuddles!"

Ranpo poked your cheek.

"So am I."

You mumble something, but close your eyes and doze off. Dazai and Ranpo were great as a blanket and pillow.

Right before falling in Dream Kingdom, you heard Ranpo's voice.

"Sleep tight, [Y/N]. Have a good dreams."

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Lambert groaned as he became aware of every single body part hurting, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His ears and nose feeling like they were stuffed with cotton, same as they always did after a healing sleep. He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it, letting out a strangled “Fuck.” accompanied by a whimper he would deny until his dying breath.

A hand stilled him, accompanied by a firm but gentle, “Lay back, Pup.”

 Vesemir.

He opened his eyes to be met with the face of his mentor hovering over him, blocking out most of the light from the sconces by the door (Lambert wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not but either way, his sensitive eyes were very grateful).

“What happened? Last thing I remember is being smacked into the wall by one of those Deathless Bitch’s...things.”  

Vesemir hummed in agreement, “Smacked you pretty good too. You’ve been out for three days.”

Lambert balked. Three days?

“Voleth Meir’s been dealt with, although not without cost.”

Lambert felt the grief he thought he’d finally buried after Eskel rise again, “How many?”

“Don’t worry about that now.” The older Witcher rested a hand briefly on top of Lambert’s curls. A gesture which he’d rarely used since Lambert was a boy (mainly because the stubborn pup would wrench his head out of the way with a snarl). “We moved them to the lab. We didn’t want to lay anyone to rest properly until everyone was able to say goodbye.”

Lambert heard what the other wasn’t saying loud and clear: Until we knew if you’d be joining them or not.

“Ciri and Geralt are both fine, as is the witch and that bard of theirs. He’ll definitely be glad to hear you’re awake, he’s half convinced himself you’re already dead after taking that hit for him.”

Lambert grunted, “Just didn’t want Geralt to be even more insufferable ‘cos his pet human got smooshed.”

“Of course.”

“... Aiden?”

Vesemir’s expression remained annoyingly impassive as he nodded towards the far corner of the room and Lambert felt a swell of relief. The stuffiness in his ears had prevented him from hearing the others heartbeat but there was his Cat. Long limbs scrunched awkwardly as he balanced on the seat of Lambert’s worn chair. Face buried in the crook of his arm and seemingly dead to the world.

“Protective thing. Fought like something from the depths of hell when you went down, making sure nothing else came near you and hasn’t left your side since they bought you in here. Coen had a job trying to get him to eat and Triss had to cast a small enchantment so he’d actually rest and stop wearing a hole in the floor.”

Lambert snorted. That sounded about right.

“I’ll admit, I had my doubts about letting him stay when you dragged him up here with you. I was convinced that this apparent friendship was some sort of long con and I’d end up finding at least one of you with your throat slit thanks to him. But after seeing the way the two of you work together, fight together. I was wrong.”

Lambert had died. Lambert had died and Vesemir admitting he was wrong about something was his reward.

“You truly care about each other, don’t you.”

Lambert furrowed his brow, “Of course we do. You just said it, we’re friends.”

“Just friends?”

Lambert was prevented from answering by a sleepy sounding chirrup from the corner.

“Lam?” Aiden stared over at him with wide eyes and sleep mussed hair.

Lambert attempted a grin, “Well, don’t you look shit?”

Lambert didn’t even see the other move. Just heard the chair clatter against the stone floor as it fell onto it’s side, followed by hands cupping his face and lips firmly on his. Lambert started to try and deepen it before remembering his mentor was stood right there and letting Aiden pull away.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you arsehole.” Aiden hissed, his relieved scent mingling with his angry tone before he buried his face in the others neck. Either oblivious to or ignoring Vesemir.

“I’ll leave you two alone, someone needs to let the others know you're awake. Aiden, make sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

Lambert almost choked on air when he felt the Cat breathe out something which might have been “No promises.” Against his throat as the older Wolf left the room.

“The fuck’s got into you?” Lambert asked, wrapping an arm gingerly around the others back, “You’ve seen me banged up worse than this.”

He wasn’t expecting Aiden to look close to tears as he pulled away to look at him, “You weren’t moving.”

“What do you mean?”

“You. Weren’t. Moving, Lambert.” Aiden sprang to his feet and proceeded to start pacing backwards and forwards along the length of the bed, “Three days and not so much as a finger twitch. The only proof that you were even still alive was your heartbeat and I was scared, alright? I was scared to stop listening for it. I was scared if I got distracted for even a minute, you’d slip away without me even noticing. I was scared you were going to-“

He stopped and looked down at Lambert helplessly, the Wolf gently gripped the Cats wrist, “Scared I was going to what, Aiden?”

“I was scared you were going to leave me.”

“C’mere.” Lambert gave the wrist he was holding a gentle tug, mildly surprised when Aiden resisted, looking uncertain.

“You’re still hurting, I can smell it.”

 “And? I’m not looking at re-enacting any of the smut we found in that Alderman’s office that time, for fucks sake. Just lay down with me. Got to be comfier than the chair.”

Aiden allowed himself to be pulled down onto the mattress, head resting on Lambert’s chest as he was held in a loose hug.

“Not going anywhere, ok.” Lambert pressed a kiss to the top of Aiden’s head, “At least, not before I find out how you kiss when Vesemir isn’t watching.”

“In my defence, I just spent three days thinking you were going to die any minute. Oh gods, he’s not going to try and warn me off is he?”

“No chance. You playing guard dog appears to have convinced him you’re not here to steal any remaining Wolf school secrets and murder us in our sleep.”

Aiden gave a laugh which quickly turned into a yawn, “Speaking of-”

Aiden looked shyly up at Lambert, who rolled his eyes, “What’s that look for? We’ve shared beds before.”

“Yes, but this is your bed.”

Lambert tightened his hold and pressed a slow, chaste kiss to Aiden’s lips as he felt his own exhaustion creeping back up on him, “Want you here. Now, sleep.”

Aiden gave a happy hum as he snuggled down, placing his ear over Lambert’s heart.

“Staying right here.” Lambert muttered as he drifted off into sleep.

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It was hard not to fight, sometimes.

It was much harder when Ingo was busy with something else, like apparently training a bunch of Snorunts to walk in a single line and complimenting the perfomance of each one of them with a treat.

It was nearly downright impossible when Melli decided to throw snow at Gaeric for no reason.

The first time, he'd glared at the leaner man and the bastard had turned away immediately as if he hadn't done anything, arms folded and foot dangling idly; still, it had been just a little bit of snow, so an attempt was made at keeping the peace and pretending nothing had happened.

The second time he had been hit by a somewhat proper ball, or at least by a not indifferent amount of frozen water in a vaguely spherical shape.

The third one had smacked him straight in the face, but he'd remained still as stone.

There had been no fourth one, because Gaeric snapped his head to the side so suddenly that Melli nearly yipped and in the jolt that almost had him jumping into the air the snowball he was holding ended up falling back into the white coat made from its brethren.

"Stop that," Avalugg's warden hissed through his own teeth.

His Diamond counterpart replied by angrily showing him his tongue: "Why? Getting cold?"

"More like you're getting on my nerves."

"Oh, please," the other rolled his eyes: "It'll just evaporate off of you."

"Excuse me?"

"What, isn't you blood always boiling? Or are you so insecure of your charm that you need to be shirtless all the time?"

Gaeric did not dignify him with a response.

He wordlessly turned away and began gathering a few large armfuls of snow, bunching it all into some kind of shapeless mound a little further away from himself. Melli grew terribly bored of looking at him do something completely and utterly senseless for no reason at all after approximately two minutes at best, shifting his attention back onto their partner - who was now busy teaching the Snorunts some other trick.

He was as such extremely spooked when he felt something clamp both sides of his waist.

His body gave a violent cringe, both legs leaving the ground to kick as far into the air in front of him as possible as a strangled shrieked barely managed to leave his mouth. He did not fall down to the cold wet ground due to the iron grip holding him aloft effortlessly - which became much less reassuring when he was then lifted horizontally into the air, swung him across it, and finally landed him straight in the previously placed heap of snow with a muted 'plomf', lodging him into the white mound so thoroughly that he wasn't even sure he could have moved.

He looked up with an affronted gaze; Gaeric replied with a wide, plain smirk, eyes narrowed in a satisfied expression as he took in the sight of his humiliated rival.

"Did something happen?" a voice that was very obviously neither of theirs reached them.

Evidently the Diamond's half baked yelp had frightened away the Snorunts, as they were scampering off down the side of the mountain, while also attracting Ingo's somewhat concerned attention. His white head, distinguishable from the rest of the environment mostly thanks to his black hat, was tilted towards them in a state of mild alert.

Melli opened his mouth to tell on the other warden, but was beaten to the punch: "Nothing to be worried about!" that stupidly strong fiend reassured their boyfriend, "Melli and I were just playing around."

"I heard him yell!" Ingo replied.

"Oh, I just threw him in some snow. He asked me to! He wanted a demonstration!"

"Ah!" why did he sound so relieved? Melli was too baffled by the fact that Gaeric had told the truth only to cover it up in one fell swoop to properly rebuke or realize that Ingo was running up to meet them. "I'd like to give one as well, if he'd allow me!"

Still half stuck in the snow and only vaguely aware of what was being told to him, Electrode's warden gave a sort of absent-minded affirmative noise.

He was then very surprised when his beloved ducked his head, rushed to his second boyfriend, and slammed his shoulder into his stomach to hoist him up in the air with an ease that genuinely terrified his fellow clansman for a second.

There was a moment of pause, in which the apparently frail man looked around as though searching for something specific.

Finally locating a safe amount to snow, he then launched Gaeric into it.

Face first.

Melli laughed so hard he thought half the mountain would come down.

Ingo, immensely proud of himself, gifted him one of his singularly shaped smiles that looked like incredibly misshapen frowns.

Still laying face down in the snow, Gaeric was struggling to be absolutely furious about the Diamond making fun of him amidst the intense, weirdly enamored fluster of having been picked up and thrown like a bag of potatoes.

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When I was 12, my mom bought the soundtrack to The Phantom of the Opera movie with Gerard Butler. She must have gotten the CD from the bargain bin at Wal Mart or something. She started playing it all the time in the car, insisting she loved that kind of music (which she had never listened to before, as far as I'm aware).

I became obsessed with it almost immediately. I made her get me the movie and I watched it almost every night. At that age I hated Raoul because I thought he was lame and weak. The Phantom was my sexy sad boy and for some reason I thought I could fix him. No offense to Christine, but I was built different. The idea of being someone's entire world was very appealing to me, because I never felt important to anyone. I wanted someone to take me away to be theirs forever. That was a romance I could read fanfiction about for years to come.

I've always listened to it and watched the movie from time to time since, but I revisited it more specifically recently. It occurred to me that I only know the movie version of the songs, which are probably the worst ones, so I started listening to the original Broadway cast and the 2011 recording.

The vibe is... very different. I am very different. Gerard Butler's Phantom IS kind of a sexy sad boy in comparison, and the stage Phantom has much more "muahahaha" energy. I mean, he's a devious, cringe little bitch. But the thing is that he's also scary as hell. Actually, this entire thing has always been scary, and I was kind of blind to it because of how sexy Gerard Butler is, maybe. Listening now, it's a horror that sends chills down my spine.

Now as an adult the romance angle doesn't work the same. I've had men make me their entire world before and convince me they'd die without me living to care for them. I've had men give me things without me asking and then use that against me later. I've had men seek out my very specific weaknesses to exploit them in their favor. I've had men threaten violence and violate my personhood because they wanted to own me so badly. I had a man essentially brainwash me for so many years.

I always hated Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again as a kid. I thought the song was boring and would skip past it sometimes, because I just didn't get what it added. Now I get that it's the entire linchpin to the plot of this thing.

When I watch that scene now, I realize that Christine's trauma about the death of her father IS the plot. That's what all of this is about, in the end. During the Wandering Child bit afterwards, when I see her say "wildly my mind beats against you, but my soul obeys," I know that very feeling... and it isn't romantic, it's DARK. When she says she has endless longings, she doesn't mean she longs to have a sexy phantom boyfriend, she means she longs to feel safe! Feel loved! Protected! She wants to feel like her father is still around and looking out for her! And she spent all these years thinking she would get these things from this person who's convinced her he's an avatar of her dead father, who spends this song calling her a lost child who needs his guidance, specifically poking at the wound he knows she has to give himself the upper hand. That isn't hot! That's awful!

When I see Christine crying as she turns away from the Phantom at the end of the 2011 production, I don't think she's sad because she's in love with him too. I think she's sad because she's leaving behind this person who is the architect of her entire consciousness. Someone who has convinced her that they need each other, that they're each other's destiny. She's realizing that she needs to leave her father behind. When he says "Christine, I love you," she's hearing her father's voice. She doesn't know who she is without him, or if she'll completely collapse if she takes another step away. And bitch, same. I've been there too. I thought I'd die myself.

The angles that art can stab you from change with you as you age. Stranger than you dreamt it!

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Finding Jade - Chapter 3, The Sanctuary

Summary: The Avengers rescue Ma and Ben from the Sanctuary. On the way there Jade thinks of the physical chemistry she felt when Bucky taught her how to fire a gun. After their return to the Bunker she enters his room, intent on convincing him that they have something worth pursuing.

Length: 4.25K

Characters: Steve, Bucky, Jade, Wanda, Ma, Ben.

Warnings: grumpy, angry Bucky, brief sexuality (skin on skin contact), feelings of guilt.

Author notes: This is the first time we actually feel the presence of the Others and how much fear they instil in people. They take no chances when they are in Others’ territory. In later chapters they will learn more about the two species that make up the Others, information that Jade and Ma have both felt from their telepathic contact with them.

<<Chapter 2

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Ma was still meditating when she became aware of Ben watching her. At almost eleven years old he had mostly been in the company of Ma, his grandmother, and Jade, his mother. His father had died when he was still a small child so he had no memories of Dad himself, just those his mother and Ma shared with him. He sat watching Ma, wanting to ask her a question but he knew that he couldn't interrupt the meditation until she told him so. So he waited and watched. Eventually she smiled and gave him her full attention.

"Go ahead, ask," she said. "I know you want to voice it."

"Are the Heroes coming for us?" he asked.

"Yes, they are," she replied. "One of them has a dog and he has already become friends with your mother. I'm sure he will be friends with you as well."

"Will they like me?" he said. "Or will they think I am strange?"

"They can think you are strange and still like you," she replied. "But I don't think they will find you too strange. Just different because you haven't been raised as other children."

"I dreamed of one of the Heroes," he said. "Mom shared her dream with me. I think she loves him."

"Your mother has some clairvoyant abilities," she said. "But it's not a sure thing. He is considered strange himself. His past is complicated and was filled with pain and then sadness. He's a watcher like you so you have that in common. Just be yourself."

"I'm going to read," he said. "What book should I bring with me?"

"The Hobbit," said Ma, smiling. "Definitely The Hobbit."

And the fire in your eyes keeps me alive

I'm sure in her you'll find sanctuary

                    She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult

The two vehicles bounced through the rough ground of the Badlands. Jade sat in the front seat of the modified Crown Victoria driven by Steve. Bucky sat in the back with Wanda. The second vehicle was driven by Clint with Peter riding shotgun, Maria in the back and Sam flying overhead. He deployed Red Wing watching for signs of the The Others. All of them were armed, even Jade. Bucky had come to her a few days after her arrival and asked if she knew how to fire a gun. She said no and Bruce let her go with Bucky to learn. She knew that wasn't the only reason he wanted to teach her. This was a way for him to get close to her and she liked that. He was a big man, with broad shoulders, a well-defined torso, and muscular legs. Jade barely came to his shoulder and he had leaned into her to show her how to hold the rifle properly. The recoil pushed her back into his chest and he held her by her arms to steady her. She liked how he spoke to her. His voice was calm and steady, never angry or disturbed. When she scored a bulls eye on her eighth shot he praised her and she felt like she accomplished something. After the session was over he took the rifle from her then removed her ear protection and looked down to her. She looked up at him. Ma had always taught her to look everyone in the eye so there was no mistaking your intentions, or theirs. She had showed him the image of them kissing, just a flash of it. For a moment she thought he would but he stepped back and put the headphones back on her head for the next lesson. When he taught her to shoot a handgun the same thing happened, except he had touched her hand with his when he positioned her hand on the gun.

Now, back in the car, she knew he was looking at her. Wanda noticed and they had a conversation in their minds about him.

"He does like you," said Wanda. "But he feels disloyal to Lily about liking you."

"He shouldn't," said Jade. "She wants him to move on."

"I would feel the same if I became attracted to someone," replied Wanda. "I still love Vision too much."

"But you haven't been attracted to anyone since he died," said Jade. "Bucky is attracted to me. He should follow through."

"You're right," said Wanda. "Give it some more time. He'll come around."

"Thank you for coming back," said Jade. "You and Ma are going to get along so well. With three of us making a coven we can find that queen. I know, technically Ma and I aren't witches but historically women with our abilities have been lumped in with witches."

Wanda laughed. "I'm okay with being in a coven with you. You're right, we are more powerful together."

"Which way, Jade?" asked Steve. "The wash splits here."

"The left one," she replied. "Tell Sam to be on extra guard here. Some Others have explored this area."

Steve touched an earpiece and relayed the message to Sam. They bounced around some more as Steve drove over the dry creek bed. Good thing they had spent time reinforcing the undercarriage of their vehicles otherwise they would have already had serious damage.

"How is it you have gas for your vehicles?" asked Jade. "Especially this far out of a populated area?"

"They aren't gas powered," said Steve. "They're powered by something called an Arc Reactor. Howard Stark invented them and his son improved on the design. We found blueprints for miniature ones to power vehicles and adapted them to these vehicles. They never run out of power."

"That's amazing," said Jade. "No pollution, either, right? Isn't that amazing Bucky?"

She turned around to look at him, flashing her full green eyes on him. He smiled and agreed with her then looked out the window. Wanda gave her a little shrug and a smile and Jade turned back to look out the front. They turned a corner in the dry river bed and Jade instructed Steve to go up the slope on the right. He followed the instructions and drove another mile then Jade told him to stop. Wanda leaned forward.

"Others," she whispered. "Very close. Jade, I can give them a false sighting and send them on a wild goose chase. I would rather do that than have a firefight this close to the Sanctuary. We are close, aren't we?"

"We are," said Jade. "Can I boost your powers?"

"No, I can do it alone," she said. "You tell Ma and Ben to get ready. Steve, you and Clint need to turn your vehicles around when I tell you."

Wanda put her hands together and conjured the familiar red glow between them. Steve powered down her window and she put her hands out into the air and released the ball. It flew through the air then exploded into a vision of them racing over the far riverbank away from their location. She counted to twenty then told Steve to drive forward a hundred yards and turn around. Jade nodded and sent a message to Ma and Ben. A shimmering appeared about twenty yards behind them. Bucky got out of the back seat and watched as a white haired woman and brown haired boy wearing backpacks started running to them. Sam hovered above and the others in the other vehicle were all hanging out the windows with guns.

"They aren't going to get here in time," said Bucky and he sprinted for them.

Jade watched in amazement as he ran faster than any man she had ever seen. Scooping up both Ma and Ben he ran back and put them in the back seat with Wanda. Then he told Jade to move over and he sat next to her. Putting his arm around her shoulder he looked in the back seat and told Ma and Ben to buckle up. Jade was already buckling up Bucky.

"They're coming back!" yelled Wanda and Steve pressed the accelerator. With the Arc Reactor powering the car they were able to get to top speed in seconds. Steve followed the GPS that had recorded the way in for the turns to get back out. Bucky kept looking behind and finally turned his head forward. His arm stayed around Jade's shoulder.

"They aren't following," he said, then he pressed his comms. "Sam, keep watching our rear."

An hour later they pulled up to the bunker and they spilled out of the vehicles as Sam landed. Bucky watched with a smile as Jade hugged her son and mother, laughing and crying at the same time. She came to Bucky and motioned for him to put his head down, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for saving Ma and Ben," she said. "You were so fast and it made a difference."

"You're welcome," he replied, touching her arm. "Come on, I'll help take their backpacks in."

When the Bunker had been designed it was meant to be a backup facility only. Things had been kept very basic. The walls were concrete, windows were little more than narrow strips across the top of a room to let in natural light and it was almost completely underground with an exposed sunken courtyard. Being underground kept it at a constant temperature of about 65 degrees. Pipes had been driven deep underground and a heat pump drew up warm air to bump the temperature to 72 degrees year round. Solar panels and batteries provided the power and a deep well provided the water but they still conserved it so as not to adversely affect the water table. Tony Stark had designed a suite for himself and Pepper with two bedrooms and a shared bathroom between them. Even though the Bunker was built in the year after he died they kept the plan the same out of respect for him. Everyone else had a single bedroom, sharing a bathroom with their neighbour. Bucky had lived in the suite when Lily was expecting but since her death had stayed in a single bedroom unit like the others. The suite had been used for meetings since then but now that there was a family they were turning it over to Jade, her mother and son. He opened the door to the suite and dropped their packs on the couch, then showed them the bedrooms and the single bathroom.

"We eat all of our meals in the common room," he said. "There's no set timetable except for supper which is 6 pm. Once a month we go on a food and provisions run to Albuquerque so if there is anything you want put it on the list on the fridge. I'll let you get settled in."

"Bucky," said Ma, coming forward with her hand out. "Thank you for helping us. I knew the Heroes were good people but you're better than I thought."

He touched her hand, expecting a psychic connection but Jade had already warned her of his uneasiness and she kept it turned inward. He nodded and started out the door then stepped back.

"Ben, we have a library here," he said. "There's all sorts of good reading material for a boy your age. Check it out when you have a chance. There's Lego as well, as Peter is kind of into it."

Ben smiled and thanked Bucky. Out in the hallway Bucky leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath. That was the most he had talked to anyone other than Steve, or Bruce in months. His anxiety was high and he took deep breaths trying to calm himself before he went back down the hallway to the common room. Sam had already made a comment about him watching Jade and he assumed everyone thought he was in love with her. When she first arrived there a week before he would have put them straight but now, he knew there was something there. He knew it when he could smell her freshly washed hair in the shooting range. He knew it when he gripped her arms after the recoil pushed her into his chest. He knew it when he wanted to kiss her after he took her ear protection headphones off. He really knew it when he put his arm around her in the car today. Sighing, he decided he had time for a workout.

He changed into shorts and a long sleeved T-shirt for his workout. Steve always told him to just wear a regular T-shirt for workouts but he was still mindful of the arm. Wanting to get rid of the anxiety he felt he started hitting the heavy bag, the reinforced one that Steve used. He was so intent that he didn't notice Jade was in the gym until he turned around and saw her standing there, watching him.

"Hi," he said, unsure of what else to say.

"I wish you would just kiss me already," she said simply. "You're in my head and it's hard to sleep sometimes."

"I'm in your head?" he smirked. "Little girl, you're in my head."

"Only when I've shown you those two images," she answered, walking around the perimeter of the room. "Since I saw your thoughts on Lily, I've stayed out. Anything else is coming from you. And I'm not a girl, I'm thirty one years old."

"Well, you're a girl to me," he said firmly, pulling the gloves off. "I'm a lot older than you. Why are you here?"

"Because you're alone," she said. "I mean that literally and figuratively."

"You spoke so simply when you first woke up and now you're using all sorts of big terms," he said derisively. "I'm alone by choice. I don't let people in."

Her path around the perimeter of the room had brought her right to him. It had been so subtle he hadn't even noticed. Now she was right in front of him, just like in the shooting range. He drew a ragged breath. She didn't touch him, just looked at him with those jade green eyes, set in her delicate face, surrounded by her pale blonde hair. She was beautiful in a strangely different way that appealed to him.

"I can be a sanctuary for you," she said softly. "I can stop the nightmares, be your confidant, and your lover. I've seen it but it's up to you. If you want that, just let me in to your heart."

He stepped back, breathing heavy, trying not to look at her then he gulped.

"I don't...deserve it," he whispered. "People I love die. Steve came back to this for me but he lost his love when he did it. Lily died. The baby died. I'm...poison."

She stepped closer to him and touched his face by placing her palm against his cheek. He pressed into the cool of her hand and it was just her hand, nothing more.

"I thought I was evil when the Children of Adam cast me out," she said. "They called me an abomination, said I would bring destruction upon them. A doomsday cult afraid of a six year old. They made my father ride me out on a horse to the middle of the Badlands and leave me there. He was crying but he still did it, he just left me there with no water, or food. I wandered for who knows how long. At night I shivered as I watched the stars fly over me but it was so beautiful I was entranced and I accepted that I would die."

"You were six when they did that to you?" he said, looking earnestly at her. "They were the abominations."

She shook her head. "They were afraid. I was different, not dangerous, but they didn't know the difference. Ma found me. She was different, too, and had cast herself out to live in the desert. She accepted her gift and taught me to accept mine. I'm offering my gift to you because I can help. I want to help you because even though you were dangerous before you're different now. I love different. I love you."

He looked down at her, put his hand on hers and removed it from his face. Every sense in his body was ramped up to its highest level as he looked at this strangely beautiful, ethereal woman who was offering everything she had to give to him. The instinct to run away was so strong but the pull to rest his head in her arms was growing. She said nothing, verbally or mentally, proving to him that it truly was his decision. Just as he was about to say no, he heard a whisper in his mind.

"You need her," said the voice and he recognized it as Lily, his dead wife. "Be with her, my love."

"Did you do that?" he asked, suddenly suspicious.

"I heard her but it wasn't me," she said, softly. "I wouldn't manipulate you, Bucky."

He felt the truth in her words but now he couldn't decide what to do. He was saved by the door being flung open and Sam coming in for his workout. Noticing Bucky and Jade standing so close to each other he stopped, raised his eyebrows and hesitated before speaking.

"Sorry, was I interrupting anything?" he said, with a bit of a grin.

"No," said Jade, with disappointment. "I was just leaving."

She turned away from Bucky and left, looking at him once with sad eyes as she walked out into the hallway. Sam started making a comment about awkward moments and Bucky turned on him.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled and stomped out.

"Shit," said Sam, as Bucky left the room. "I did interrupt.”

Bucky didn't come to the evening meal and people commented about how he seemed to be in a surly mood again. Steve watched Jade and her family as the gossip about Bucky flew around the common room. She seemed as unhappy about it as he did. They made eye contact and he jerked his head slightly to the hallway.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I went to see him, alone," she said. "I want him Steve, and I told him but he wouldn't accept me. Said he was poison, that everyone he loved died or lost someone because of him."

"My wife didn't die because of him," he said. "She came back with me and the Others got her. He blamed himself because I could have stayed in the past with her."

"Why didn't you?" asked Jade.

"Because he was right to come back for me," he said. "The Others, it was too much for them and I knew I could make a difference. Peggy died because she made a mistake and the Others took advantage of it. Not because Bucky came to the past to get me."

"I'm supposed to be with him, Steve," she said. "I've seen it, although Ma says my future viewing is faulty at times. But I do love him, and I've kept out of his mind since that first day, respecting his privacy. I've kept out of everyone's mind."

"His room code is 1917," said Steve after a moment thinking. "Go to him, now, while everyone is at dinner. You won't be interrupted. Only I know the code."

She smiled and touched his arm briefly then went down the hallway to Bucky's room. Entering the code she heard the door unlock and she stepped inside. It was dark and it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust. As she stepped further in she heard the sound of a gun safety being unlocked.

"You have two seconds to tell me why you're in my room before I fire this thing," said Bucky's voice, still sounding sleepy but deadly serious.

"Bucky, it's Jade," she said, calmly. "Steve gave me the code to come in. I just want to talk."

She stepped further in to where the light from the window slits illuminated her face. Bucky was in bed, pointing a gun at her. He put the gun on the bed and buried his face into the pillow scrunched up below him before looking at her again.

"I could have shot you," he said. "Everyone knows they don't come in my room when I'm sleeping alone because I could do this. It's a holdover from when I was the Winter Soldier, always on alert, even when I'm sleeping."

She stepped forward and he told her to stay where she was. He got out of bed and Jade saw him nude. Turning around she gave him privacy. She could hear him chuckle behind her.

"I had a shower and didn't get dressed," he said, "It's safe to turn around now. Sit on the chair."

"I'm sorry," said Jade, sitting down. "I shouldn't have come here but Steve said we wouldn't be interrupted."

"He's right about that," said Bucky, who was sitting on the edge of his messy bed, with just his shorts on. "They're all too afraid to come in here. Steve does when I have a nightmare but he's the only one who's stronger than me. I suppose Wanda could handle me as well. Alright, I'll admit Peter kicked my ass before. That's not the point. Why the hell are you here, in my room?"

"To finish our conversation," she said. "You were about to decide when Sam interrupted us."

"I was going to say no, then I heard Lily," he said. "I thought you were manipulating me."

"I wasn't," she said. "In fact, Lily's gone. She's moved on."

"What do you mean?" Bucky's eyes flashed a combination of fear and anger. "Moved on where?"

"To the next life, I guess," said Jade. "I've never followed anyone that far. But I reached out to her and she's not where she was anymore. I think she let you go."

"You're lying," he said.

Jade stood up and offered him her hand. Reluctantly he took it and was in a place with no colour, or sound, just a soft mist all around.

"Call to her," said Jade. "Call Lily."

"Lily?" he said. "Are you there?"

There was no answer and he said she could be making it all up. So she asked him to call someone else, someone recently deceased. He hesitated then called out for Peggy. The mist swirled and a beautiful dark haired woman walked out of the mist.

"Bucky," she said. "Is everything okay with Steve? Is he safe?"

"Peggy, I...I'm sorry," he said. "I brought you both back and you died. It was my fault. I should have left you both there."

She smiled a sad smile at him, then touched his cheek. "No, it's not," she said. "When you told him what was happening he knew he was coming back and I knew I was coming with him. What happened was meant to happen. I'll wait here until he joins me and then we'll move on, like Lily and Jimmy, that's what she named him."

Peggy turned seeing Jade and smiled at her. "Show this to Steve," she said. "Tell him I still love him and will wait until it's his time. We'll have eternity together."

She touched Bucky again then walked back into the mist. Jade dropped Bucky's hand and they were back in his bedroom, in the dark. She stood in front of him, watching and waiting. Slowly he stood up and looked down at her upturned face. Hesitantly he brushed the side of her face with the back of his fingers. Leaning his face towards hers he kissed her softly at first, then as their arms enclosed the other it became more passionate and their primal instincts kicked in as Bucky lifted her shirt off. Their skin hunger was strong and they both caressed the other, his hands on her breasts, hers on his chest and shoulders. Just as he was about to unzip her jeans Jade stepped back, pushing him away with both hands on his chest.

"If we do this now I will get pregnant," she said, "unless you have condoms here. I don't think you're ready for a baby with me yet.

Bucky went to the bathroom he shared with Steve and started looking through drawers and the medicine cabinet, returning to the bedroom empty handed.

"In the 40s when a girl I was dating was having her period we just necked and caressed," he said. "I think I can control myself for now. But I do want you and as soon as I find out who has condoms I'm coming for you."

Jade laughed and it sounded like music to him. He picked her up in his arms and they laid on the bed together, kissing, touching and talking. Bucky wanted to make her come with oral sex but she said no, that she wanted to wait until he had those condoms. At one point Ma sent a thought to Jade, asking if everything was alright. She responded that everything was good and she would be staying with Bucky overnight. The response she got back from Ma was full of love and support for both of them. When they finally slept Bucky was spooned behind her, his right arm under her with his hand cupping her left breast. His prosthetic arm came over her body with his hand protecting her belly. She felt as if she was in a loving, warm cocoon. He slept without having a nightmare.

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[ficoandleo]

. . .However, for that he's doing that and plans on spending the day hosting his little pseudo buffet party, he'a simultaneously aware he's doing something else that day at the same time.

It's been like this for a little while, actually. Leo had explained the likelihood to him. And he'd spoken to Hyde about it too. The island itself was already an anomalous location. So for there to be anomalous occurrences on it was no surprise. They just didn't normally regard time and space.

Another version of himself. Multiple of Taiga. Places being the same but different. Unfamiliar ghouls and staff. Familiar ghouls and staff, but different. But also, he knew them, sometimes he remembered things that weren't his life--but they were his memories too, the memories were from himself, but. . .from another timeline, adjacent to this one. Or the one he was from. Or some other one. He wasn't sure what the core of all of this was. He could tell, though, that usually the only one from 'his' timeline was Leo. Taiga was often close, but not exact. The Taiga's weren't 'his'--but they were, they were his and he was theirs, and there was nothing unfamiliar about anyone even when they were different. Like he, briefly, became the Romeo they knew in some capacity, or rather that he knew the things that he'd been through and he felt like he was him, or. . . .

Time passed differently. A week for every month. He lived a period in time once and then lived it again differently. Sometimes he was in multiple places at once. Sometimes he bounced around through time. Or he knew things he shouldn't know. He thought of Taiga often when he noticed it--Taiga was always knowing things he shouldn't and guessing the future and knowing the past and present he shouldn't know. And yet he didn't feel confused or disoriented by any of it, unlike Taiga. He must be experiencing something different.

He could generally tell which Taiga was which--same with knowing when someone was from another timeline, even without speaking to them first. Nothing happened if he spoke to or touched his other self. When he returned to his time and space and life--or returned to one that was familiar to him, anyway, that felt like 'home' where everyone around was 'his'--all of that fell to the back of his mind and he was unburdened by it. Even living through it he was unburdened by it. It was simply a fact.

The people around him were the people he knew--friends, enemies, acquaintances, strangers, faces in the crowd, lovers past and present(or never but past in their presence)--but different. And oddly enough that didn't stir him any, where changes often did. Because they always had a Romeo. And he was usually himself. And he got to be another himself for a little while, sometimes, sort of, he wasn't sure.

But all of that to say, he would be spending his birthday in Sinostra, perhaps among friends and underlings.

But he would also be in Kabukicho, another pair of R&R permits he'd managed to. . .convince Hyde to give him in his hand. But only in one timeline, where he and @taiga-shark had gone to Italy for his birthday, because Taiga wanted his gift to be Romeo being happy again. And Taiga remembered he was happiest at home. And he was happy. He had fun, once he relaxed. But it felt. . .wrong that Taiga's birthday had been for him.

So he would spend his birthday on Taiga. Maybe taking him places he used to know. Maybe doing things with him that he used to do. Maybe it wouldn't spark any memories that he'd once had. Maybe it wouldn't feel like home anymore. But Italy hadn't quite felt like home for Romeo either.

They had made a few new memories in Italy instead. And they visited the ruins of a place that was once 'home.' So maybe they could make new memories in Kabukicho too. No matter how brief they were. And Taiga's home there--Romeo's home, too, where they lived together--was no ruin.

But whether or not it was home, what mattered was that they were together. They were each other's home.

(Even if he wasn't 'his' Romeo all the time. 'His' Romeo who was 'his' home. But it would feel like his because they would be one for a while. Everything they did and experienced would be essentially the same.)

The whole thing was strange. Existing had been strange lately. And yet it wasn't strange at all. Just a fact.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Yay, I caught it on a Sunday this time! 😅 I'm going to shake up the characters a bit, since I just recently made a list of my OCs and want to expand on some others too. ☺️ So introducing... Scraps, a defective clone who was supposed to join the Bad Batch, and Kohl Morley, an Imperial pilot under Thrawn's command.

📚 What would their favorite book be?

Crowe loves a good trashy romance. They're not too stressful and they make him laugh. He rips the covers off so no one can see what he's reading. His favorite, though, is not trashy: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.

Bethany likes the idea of reading, but hasn't had time to really dive into a book since she took on the boys, outside of reading to them of course. Her favorite when she was a kid was Nancy Drew.

Scraps was able to tap into a database of fiction stories with the help of Tech, and it became his secret pleasure. He loved the stories about heroes going on quests and defeating villains. His favorite was Inkheart.

Kohl may be sensitive, but he's also a thinker, so he struggles with fantasy stories. He prefers to read nonfiction, like histories and biographies. He's not sure if he has a favorite, but he has reread a couple memoirs from people he looks up to.

🎭 What’s your favorite trait about them? Yes, just one. ;) 

I love that Crowe looks like a combination of a frat bro and Jimmy Buffett on his days off. Flip flops, Ray Bans, Brewskis. It's like he's perpetually at a barbeque.

I love that Bethany has this quiet determination about her. She's not sassy or loud with her stubbornness, but you can tell it's there. When someone says she can't do something, she puts in the work and proves them wrong.

I love Scraps' unwavering optimism. He got the short end of the stick with every possible medical issue, and yet he never failed to lift his brothers' spirits and keep them going.

I love that Kohl is obviously different than his fellow Imperial pilots. He doesn't showboat, isn't cocky or smug. He knows he's good, but he also knows he'll always have something new to learn, too.

💀 What’s a weakness of theirs that they might not be aware of?

Crowe doesn't realize how competitive he can get. He's so chill most of the time, but every once in a while something will strike a nerve and all sense will go out the window as he relentlessly pursues victory. On a battlefield, great quality. At the arcade? Not so much.

Bethany has a hard time putting herself first. Even before she had kids, she felt like she didn't deserve to ask for things or take time for herself. She needs others to point out times when she needs to take a break, or speak up for herself, or go after what she wants to.

Scraps thought his only weaknesses were physical, but what he didn't know was that he was often too quick to give up on himself. Similar to Bethany, he didn't believe he was worth any attention, and thus would hide his struggles so others wouldn't see.

Kohl isn't aware how often he lets others get away with things, simply because he likes them. He rationalizes and justifies their behavior, or convinces himself they didn't mean it. His brother used to protect him, but now that he's gone, Kohl doesn't have that awareness.

Welcome to OC Sundays! 💙 Each week, I'll post three random questions for you to answer for one or more of your OCs. Feel free to link the work(s) they appear in, too! We'll have a little showcase where you might discover someone that piques your interest and voila! Something new to read! 😁 As for the image? Random dude I found on Canva, with so much sass and so much cake that I had to include him. 🤣🙈 And apparently all of this is going to have a 70's vibe, LOL.

What would their favorite book be?

What’s your favorite trait about them? Yes, just one. ;) 

What’s a weakness of theirs that they might not be aware of?

[juvederm]

oversharing, being mentally ill possibly

i genuinely don't know if this is a legitimate phenomenon or not, but i have friends who "IRL" characters (call them delusions at times), and i kind of don't get it. it kinda seems like kinning to me. i described how i felt about my attachment to josh, and my friend related to a T but still called theirs a delusion. and correct me if im wrong but like... aren't delusions something that u don't know is happening... like ur not aware ur being delusional. but my friends seemed very like, aware. complete opposite.

so they tend to get upset when you "double" (meaning like, you kin or "IRL" the same character as them), or shit talk the character in any way. i kind of related to that aspect, just being overly protective of a character. but since my friend related to me, i assumed i had like a safe space to vent abt my actual frustrations with like, having this heavy of an attachment so i'll get into that now.

because josh is like my most liked loved admired character in my arsenal, i always projected onto him. when i was 14-15, i didn't call him a kin, because i didn't exactly relate to his canon version. instead i made a version of him i related to, and he was Literally me at that point. but also not. and comically as time went on, i noticed i was becoming more like his canon version, but also staying like the projection version of him (bc he literally had the same interests as me, same music taste, same fashion sense, same everything). this all snowballed into a weird thing where now he's become apart of my brain. he has like his own thoughts and feelings and opinions, sometimes i say things that he thinks and it gets me in trouble at times. i worry that like he might take over? and that i won't have any original thoughts? even tho this version of him is a mix of canon and projection. like we have to share some of the same thoughts but sometimes it doesn't feel that way. like i differ from him in some ways, for example, he's like a different type of intelligent from me, he likes castlevania and fighting games, etc.

along with this, i also have a sort of gender envy for him. i always wanted to look like him, be socialized the same way he was, have all the same friends as him, like i really wanted to Be him. so i took his name as a start. and it's always been a smack in the face to look in the mirror and not see That. being confronted with a girl reflection.

so i coped pretty hard. it became somewhat dissociative? i don't know if that's the right word, but i genuinely departed from my physical self whenever i'd do my "rituals" (i say this tentatively because i know this is a term used for OCD, which i'm not entirely sure i have or not), and my rituals always had to be the following thing: between 1-4:30 AM, at least an hour long, they had to have a Story, and they had to be Useful. and another thing, absolutely NO LIGHT. and it wasn't like i wanted to do them (i sometimes did), i HAD to do them. i've been very irritable the past few days because i've been missing them (literlaly bc i fixed my sleep schedule loool) and it's just been upsetting me.

it became hard to do anything, i've had these rituals since i was a kid. they always had to do with something i was currently obsessing over. always at night too. nothing really changed there. when i got to high school, i realized i was never going to be josh, or that ideal projection of him. because he was Me but he was also Me If I Did Anything With My Life. but i got to school, i wore the same black hoodie everyday, i didn't talk to anyone, i had my headphones on 24/7. and talking to people physically made me ill. i actually could not do it, because i would have an out of body experience where i would see myself through the eyes of whoever i was talking to, and see myself as who i ACTUALLY was, rather than the person i became during my rituals. and it stressed me out every single day i went to school, and on top of me just being a very slow worker (i cannot do deadlines), having dysphoria and depression, i couldn't Do school anymore. so i dropped out.

and nobody got why i did, i'm still very much judged for my decision but it was for my Own good. i've not been Great but my quality of life definitely improved a little bit after i dropped out. and i hate socializing with people as who i physically am, i hate being perceived when i can't control what i look like (can't start T, can't cut my hair, can't dress masculine), so i'm just a Girl to everyone which isn't necessarily a bad thing. i just want to CONTROL when i feel like a girl, i don't want it to be my natural state because i want to be Both. a girl and a boy. during my rituals, i always feel like a boy. to be honest, i feel like josh. that's the best i can describe it.

and back to my original point, i basically said all of this (although more condensed), and admitted that i disliked that disconnect i had by looking in the mirror and not seeing josh, i think my friend got upset by that? by me saying like, i wasn't who i feel and thought i was, and i think they took it as me saying "ur not (insert character) irl, just look in the mirror" but that's not at all what i was trying to say. i'm not rly defending myself here bc who am i defending myself to? like whoever's reading this is not like, thibking im the villain hopefully

but yeah. anyway. did you pray today

[misspearly1]

Day Ten: Creampie - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

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WC: 2.5K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Jealousy from reader & Jack finding it hot. Soft Dom!Jack. Smut. Unprotected PIV. Creampie. Fluff. AN: Ok, for the longest time I was worried that writing for Jack would make me want more, and it has. I was correct to think that haha. I really enjoyed writing for think sexy southern man (it's the accents, it has to be lmao) and I can see myself writing more for him in future. Hope ya'll enjoy, my loves &lt;3

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Working as the assistant of a very important figure in the New York Statesman building isn’t all as glitz and glam as it sounds. 

You were chosen - amongst so many other, more suitable, candidates - to be Jack Daniels assistant. Apparently something about you in particular was so special that he just had to have you be his personal run-around; answering his calls, taking messages or patching them through, collecting his mail, organising his weekly schedule, grabbing his lunch or his coffee every hour of the damn day. 

Whatever it be that makes you excel in your job role more than others, all you really saw yourself as was Agent Whiskey's errand girl. That was until one day four months ago when the man showed what you really mean to him - which was more than you assumed at first. Jack saw you the very first day you arrived for your interview. You stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb, sitting amongst men and women who looked like they were fresh out of the modelling industry, while you looked a little nerdy. 

You wouldn’t say that you look nerdy, but just comparing your style to theirs, you were seriously lacking the sexy look, and during your interview - which wasn’t even hosted by Jack - they took one look over your resume and gave you the job on the spot. No questions asked, just stated the monthly salary, and it’s a lot, gave you a time and date to start then sent you on your merry little way. 

At the time, it felt like you were making a deal with the devil, as if there was a catch somewhere hidden in the contract, however after showing up to your first day of work and running around all day after Agent Whiskey, doing each and every normal errand that he could ask from an assistant, you quickly started to think you had struck gold instead. 

Then, as more and more time passed working alongside Whiskey and not under him, you grew a bond, a connection to him that felt odd at first but became something beautiful. He’s always been a gentleman, right from the beginning, which you appreciate a whole hell of a lot considering the horror stories you’ve heard from friends about their bosses being disgusting sleazeballs. 

So you therefore suppose that’s where your attraction to Jack began to blossom, just having the bare minimum of respect that you deserve. But it wasn’t just the bare minimum either, it was more. Jack included you wherever he could, asked for your help and opinions, though he kept you out of the physical side of his line of work, you spent a lot of time in his office, helping him crack cases - which wasn’t really a part of your job, but you enjoyed nonetheless. 

Jack gave you days off whenever something came up, drove you home or picked you up whenever you had car trouble, offered you to join him during lunch, or asked to join you, continuously praised your work efforts and still does, brought you along to work meetings, big social events or fancy dinners with the cities officials. You didn’t just get a job in the New York's Statesman tower, you joined the Statesman - joined the family. 

And for one whole week, when a woman arrived at the office, you felt like you were just Jack's run-around because of jealousy. You instantly became aware of your attraction for your boss during that week because you were jealous of the woman who was stealing his attention from you. Her presence made your work boring and what it should be in the first place, because Jack was too busy with her, instead of you. 

Unfortunately, the jealousy bubbled up the surface and your thoughts spiralled, tricking yourself into believing you were just Jack's little errand girl all along, that he was just sweet talking you enough to not see that you were his slave that does everything he asks - but that wasn’t true, none of it was. That woman that was ‘stealing’ all of his attention was named Ginger Ale. 

She flew in from another branch in a different state, bringing with her, a new shipment of upgraded tech and the reason she stayed for the whole week is because she has family here. And besides, Jack and Ginger Ale have worked with each other many times in the past, however he hadn’t worked with her since you joined, therefore you didn’t know about her. 

But it’s besides the point, your jealousy blinded you from seeing reality, blinded you from seeing the way Jack tried to include you on numerous occasions but you ignored them all through your stubbornness. You fucked up royally and even contemplated looking for a new job, over thinking the whole situation once again as you though Jack would hate you for your sudden change of attitude. 

However, you once again, could never have been more wrong. After thinking calmly and not with your insecurities, you took the right approach and talked to Jack, apologizing for your actions, explaining where they come from and why, then told him that however he likes to deal with it, you would understand. 

Jack dealt with it by bending you over his desk and fucking some sense into you all night long until sunrise. Then, like the gentleman he always was, he bought you a clean set of clothes and breakfast, then shared a long three hour chat detailing how he has always had a crush on you, that he understood why you reacted the way you did and he is absolutely not mad about it either. In fact, he even went as far as sharing that it was hot and turned him on like crazy. 

Though you blushed red like a tomato for a good chunk of that morning, feeling embarrassed for getting jealous in the first place, the man went above and beyond to banish you shame forever. He asked you there and then if you’d like to skip past all of the fuss around dating and just be his lady. And at that point, after spending half a year working alongside him, you pretty much already were his lady, therefore your answer was an immediate yes. 

This conversation with Jack took place four months ago now, and you’ve never felt more emotionally secure. Still working alongside him, more like his partner rather than his assistant, you’re a team now. And at the end every working day, he calls you into his office for your ‘reward’ for all of your hard work before heading home together. 

Even right now, as the clock nears the end of your shift, you can feel his gaze on you from his office. Though you don’t look up at him, you can just see in the corner of your eyes how he’s waiting to call you into his office. Your legs squeeze together at the thought, lips roll together to hide your blushing smile and your sex pulses with anticipation for your reward. 

“Babygirl.” Jack calls and your whole body shivers. His voice was dark and sickly sweet, making you yearn to hear him whisper all the loving phrases you adore directly into your ear. Turning your head to meet his wanton gaze, you smile upon seeing him leaning against his desk, legs spread slightly with one hand held over his thigh. “Yes?” You answer, pretending like you don’t already know what he wants. 

The man simply smirks in return. Although there was a softness to his expression, make no mistake, the feral look in his eyes speaks to you. Lifting his hand and beckoning you with a finger, you nod to him and pile up your paperwork on the desk before wheeling your chair backwards. 

Fixing your skirt as you walk towards him, you prepared ahead of time today and didn’t bother wearing any panties. Just to receive your reward easier. Now standing before him and between his legs, Jack reaches out and pulls you in by your hips, asking. “Busy day today, huh sugar?” 

“Yes. It was indeed.” You sigh breathily. Resting both your hands to his chest, you toy with his suspenders, skimming your fingers up and down the fine black leather. Smirking upon remembering how he used them last week to spank your ass, it caught Jack's attention and he asked what you’re thinking about. “Oh, just about how much you love me.” You shrug, happily. 

Upon feeling his warmth sighing breath bellow across your face, you lift your head and gaze into his deep brown eyes. The corner of his bearded lip turns upwards with a smile, looking down at you through half lidded eyes, Jack nods once. “I love you a lot.” He whispers, then shoots you a wink as you continue to play with the suspenders. He, too, was thinking about how he used them last week right here in this very office. “Ready for your reward, sugar?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you try to hold onto some dignity, but your giddy smile betrays you. Jack chuckles softly, then lifts his hand to hold your chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling you in to close the gap. Full, natural pouty lips sealing over your with a light peck at first, you tilt your head to the side and part your lips, inviting him to deepen it, which he does. 

“Oh, babygirl.” He sighs into your mouth before slipping his tongue inside, swirling it around with your own. You whine from the sensation and your eyes close instantly, relishing the way he kisses you so passionately. Dragging your hands up his cotton shirt, your fingers slip underneath his jacket as you caress his shoulders with a massaging squeeze, the action drawing out a groan from him. Music to your ears. 

Dropping his hands to your ass, Jack begins bunching up the fabric of your skirt and grunts with surprise when he feels your bare sex against the pad of his fingers. You feel him smiling against your lips, delighted that you wore no panties today. After grabbing a satisfying amount of handfuls of your ass, he breaks for the kiss and looks down to his belt buckle with one raised brow. 

“Hm, allow me.” Humming, you take his silent request and lower your hands to untie his belt as he continues to grope your ass, his fingers slipping between your legs and touching your most sensitive area. It was distracting, causing your actions to be halted for a moment as he rubbed your clit. You sigh frustratedly, bucking against his hand while trying to open his pants. 

“So needy.” Jack teases in a whisper, smiling from the pleasurable distractions he was inflicting. After unlocking the flask shaped buckle, the Statesmen’s logo imprinted on the metal, you then move onto the zip of his jeans and pull it down, watching as his bulge pushes through the opening. “I am indeed.” You retort playfully, then palm his cock over the fabric of his boxers, your chest swelling with pride upon hearing his choked grunt. 

A few moments later, it became apparent that Jack was now the one feeling so needy as he swiftly turned you around, the action making you gasp out a giggle, excited for what’s to come. He pulls you into his lap, then lines himself up at your entrance and pushes only the tip inside. “Sit on it, sugar.” He asks, not so patiently. 

Leaning your head back to his shoulder, you lift your arm and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss before sinking down on his cock ever so slowly. The stretch was intense, always, but you adjust very quickly and rotate your hips. “Jack…” You gasp into his mouth from the fullness of him buried deep inside of you. “I know, darlin’.” Is all he says in return, almost with a smug tone, as if he knew how good it feels for you. 

Moving his lips in sync with yours, Jack holds onto your hips like they were his own personal love handles, his fingers carefully digging into the flesh to move you back and forth off his cock. “Holy fuck.” You whine, breathing heavy ragged breaths into his mouth from his movements. 

Already clenching around him, your tightness draws out another choked grunt from his throat. Jack can be very vocal when he wants to be, but sometimes he holds back and just simply focuses on all of the pretty noises you make for him. “I w-want…” You stutter, tilting your face away from him to look down at your body. 

“Use your words, baby. Go on, tell me.” Jack whispers. Burying his chin into your neck, he, too, looks down at your body and feels you fighting against his grip on your sides. You take over. Squeezing your thighs together, you take control from him and start thrusting back and forth. “Oh, there you go, darlin’.” Jack praises directly into your ear, gritting his teeth from your quick, hurried movements. “There you fucking go, Y/N. Don’t stop.” He growls. 

Crying that you're close to him, Jack drags his hand down your stomach and slips his finger between your folds, locating your clit quickly. Your hand lands atop of his, holding him tightly as you toss your head back, mewling from the added stimulation. When he feels your legs shaking against his, he holds his free arm across your breasts, pinning you close to him as he bucks forward. “Jack!” You sob with the stars erupting behind your eyes. 

“Let it all out, sugar.” He groans into your neck, grinding into you with his own climax reaching its peak. Jack keeps his cock buried to the hilt, painting your pulsing velvety walls with ropes of his creamy white seed. “Fuck! That’s it.” Grunting with each last few rolls of his hips, he spills every last drop and places his lips to your ear, whispering shakily. “That’s it, Y/N. Take it all, baby.” 

Whimpering and writhing against him, he was still rubbing nameless shapes on your clit, overstimulating you and prolonging your high. It felt too good and quickly became too much. “H-honey.” You manage to blurt, shaking your head as you pull his hand away from your cunt. Resting now, you sit in his lap and steady your breathing. 

Jack wraps his arms around your front, kissing your neck softly to bring you back down from your high. “Did so well, sugar.” He praises, smiling against the skin between your neck and jawline "gotta keep it inside though, otherwise I'll have to full you up again."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, hon." You laugh softly, then let out the weakest whimper as you lift your hips, feeling his warmth escaping you. "Oops."

Tilting your face again to meet his gaze, you shudder under his smirking smile, giggle lightly at the sight of his dark, dreamy eyes, filled with fire and lust. "Oh, I see. You want more." He says while ever so carefully grinding his hips, making an absolute mess of your cunt as his cum oozes out of your entrances. "I'll give you more, sugar but first, what do you say, hm?" He groans a question.

 “Thank you -" You release a heavy sigh, a sound mixed with amusement and exhaustion that satisfies Jack. "- thank you for my reward, baby."

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[moralesispunk]

Frankie Morales x Afab! Reader

Summary: Frankie often worries that he is not enough, years of making himself disappear into the corner of a room coming back to bite him, but you are there to show him otherwise

Warnings: insecure Frankie, bi-Frankie (though do I even need to put that as a warning idk), smut, protected sex, oral sex, kissing

A/n: This thought came to me when I saw this (very nsfw) gif - it is short but it’s the first time I’ve had motivation to write something that isn’t tfbu fic updates so I hope you enjoy :) 

He noticed it the first time he was with you; the shiver that runs through your body when he presses a feather-light touch against your bare skin. It’s completely involuntary - a tense of your stomach, a shiver of your shoulders, a broken gasp that pushes past your parting lips - but it set off a hunger in the very pit of his stomach that made him want to completely devour you as you laid out before him.

Frankie, ever since his growth spurt aged thirteen, had been overly aware of his presence in any room he walked into. His therapist had said that it was his anxiety making him feel like everyone’s eyes were on him and that really wasn’t the case but Frankie felt like there was something more to it than that.

He had never been tall by any means - above average maybe - but with his broad shoulders, heavy footsteps and deep voice that made it impossible to whisper, Frankie felt as though he was taking up space that didn’t belong to him and he found himself trying to make himself smaller. He would hunch over slightly and keep his arms close to his side; he spoke less and less until he simply became the observer at the end of the table; he held everything in his calloused hands as though it was made of glass and would shatter into a thousand pieces if he held on too tight. He thought that if he made himself smaller - handled things with greater care - then maybe people would ignore him, or that maybe - if he tried really hard - he would be able to wash away some of the violence he had been a part of and replace it with something kinder.

Because of this, there were two categories people started to put Frankie into: mysterious or strange. His friends, the men he came to call brothers, were part of the former; they would introduce him as “strong and silent type” and thought that it would work to get him a date.

It often did, the stranger in the bar batting their eyelashes at him as they leaned across the sticky-from-beer surface while resting a hand on his arm as they asked “so why Catfish?”

It would never take long before these people quickly picked him up and moved him from mysterious into strange and there was an awkward goodbye outside his front door or theirs - girls who wanted him to be rougher, guys who wanted him to talk more who suddenly were put off by his quiet demeanor, people he had really tried with but had gotten bored of how long he was taking to open up.

He started to think he was broken - a word his therapist had tried and failed to remove from his vocabulary - because surely there had to be something wrong with him. It couldn’t be the case that every single person often got frustrated with him and that it was their problem rather than his.

But then he had met you and it’s not to say that those thoughts or feelings had been silenced overnight but when he was with you he felt like being himself was enough. 

When he preferred to ask you questions over answering them you never got frustrated, you bobbed your head as you answered every one he asked on the drive to the restaurant he had booked for your date. When he offered up one word answers because he was too nervous to say more, or because he had never really got used to giving an explanation for anything he said in the hope that the conversation would move on to the next person, you would keep going.

He was trying so hard because he really liked you and he didn’t want you to think he was strange, too quiet or too gentle, but your smile never faltered the whole night as you spoke all the way through dinner and the drive home.

“Why did you move out here?” Frankie asked before taking another bite out of his burger.

“School first, then I got a job, and then another job,” you rolled your eyes as you pretended to complain about all the life decisions that meant you were living in this quiet town made up of mostly young families and retirees but the smile on your face told Frankie you loved it really. “It was never my first choice school and I hated moving but I think I found my people here. Well, I did and then one of my best friends moved to Australia for work and the other is now on the other side of the country as of last week so… I guess we’ll see what happens.” You shrugged, leaning forward and taking another sip of beer before taking a bite of your burger that was somehow almost as finished as Frankie’s despite his silence and your chatter. “What about you?”

“Army. I’m stationed at the base just outside of town.”

He winced as he heard back how blunt his answer was and his fingers tightened around the edge of the table as he waited for the awkward silence to fall.

“That must be a lot of moving about… but that’s interesting. I always say I should travel more but…”

His shoulders relaxed and his mouth fell open a little as the awkwardness never came, his mouth curving up slightly at the corner as you fell down a rabbit hole or where you wanted to see most in the world while asking Frankie if he had ever been and stopping just long enough to listen to his brief, few word answers, before going on.

He had almost laughed on the drive home when he pulled up outside your house and you apologized to him.

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous,” your hands pressed against your cheeks and you laughed.

Frankie smiled back at you, the widest one he had shared that night. “That’s alright. I don’t talk much.” When I’m nervous. Or ever, if I’m telling the truth.

You seemed to understand what he was saying and you reached across and squeezed his hand, following it with a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of his truck.

But no matter how well the date went, for the next few weeks he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop - waiting for you to get bored of keeping the conversation going or reaching to turn on the radio when the car fell quiet - but it never did. 

As you stumbled over the threshold into his bedroom for the first time his mind was racing as he tried to work out what you would want him to be like. He found that people often guessed he would be rougher, throwing their bodies from position to position as he took his pleasure from them, but Frankie preferred to take his time. He liked to learn from the other person and, honestly, preferred seeing their pleasure that he knew he caused rather than chase his own.

He was so worried in his own mind had barely realized that you had stopped kissing before you placed your hands on his cheek, tilting his head down to look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” His brows furrowed and his hands rested on your waist.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with what is happening right now - with your mouth pressed against his and your eyes staring back at him, this person he can feel himself falling in love with. If only he could get his mind to quiet for one night.

“You just…” your thumbs stroked across his cheeks. “It feels like you’re somewhere else.” You tapped his temple gently.

“I just- I just want to make you feel good,” he mumbled, bending down to kiss your neck while hiding his face from your gaze.

“I- fuck, Frankie,” you gasped when he kissed the spot just below your ear. “I don’t think there is any doubt about you making me feel good.” You laughed nervously. “Just- just do what feels good for you, too.”

He could feel his cheeks flush a bright pink but he nodded against your neck, walking you backwards until your body fell against the mattress and he stood over you. 

His hands worked slowly as he pulled your clothes off, taking his time to trace and kiss your skin that was revealed to him inch by inch, but you never hurried him on. You brushed his hair from his eyes, let out a breathy moan when he kissed somewhere he made sure to remember was particularly sensitive; you gasped his name but not in a way that urged him on but rather one that sounded like you would be happy to keep doing this.

At some point you were bare before him and his clothes had been abandoned too, his body covering yours as you let your own hands trace over his skin while noting the bruises and scars as well as the places that made his breath catch in his throat. It was unhurried and your mouths moved against one another with no frantic movement to go any further. 

The head of his cock had slipped in once, both of you groaning as your back arched and his head fell against your shoulder when he felt how you squeezed him, but then he slipped out and kissed down your body until he was settled between your legs.

Neither of you were sure how long it had been since you had first stumbled into the room, long enough for your skin to be sticky with sweat and Frankie’s curls sticking to his damp forehead, but neither of you cared. Neither of you had begged or asked for more than the other was giving, patient and content just being here and with each other; learning exactly what makes the other moan and gasp.

Frankie had long since forgotten his nerves of worrying you would want - or need - more from him, but as he ran one gentle hand down your stomach while dragging his tongue up the crease between your thigh and he moaned at the taste of your salty skin he watched your whole body shake.

It made his whole body stop as his eyes darted around to watch every reaction you gave him. Your body shivering from where his fingers had touched you all the way to the tips of your toes and fingers, your head rolling to the side as your hand came to grip his hair, and when you opened your eyes you almost looked apologetic from how hard you had dug into his curls.

He didn’t give you a chance to apologize unnecessarily as he finally dipped his tongue between your folds, the both of your groans filling the room as he licked up slowly to your clit. 

He memorized every little thing that you liked, that made your body tense up and your chest heave from trying to catch your breath. He watched as he slipped one finger inside, then another, how your hand slid slowly up your tummy until you started teasing your own nipples.

That sight had made Frankie’s eyes roll back and he reached his other hand up to copy your movements on the other. 

Again, nothing about this was hurried. It was nothing like either of you had experienced before.

Usually Frankie had someone urging him on, already reaching into the drawer to pull out a condom as if to say “let’s get to the main bit” and, honestly, you were used to urging the other person on, but there was something different about this.

You weren’t thinking about the crash of pleasure that would come or the feeling of emptiness that follows as you reach for his cock; all you could think about was how good this feels right now.

It was a slow build-up, one that was now weighing in the pit of your belly and ready to explode any second, but you never begged or forced your body to get there quicker - you kept your eyes open, looking into Frankie’s as he curled his fingers just right and sucked hard enough on your clit to push you over the edge.

You made yourself keep your eyes locked on his for as long as you could before your head fell back against the pillow, his name leaving your lips in loud moans as he groaned against you.

Even now there was no rushing, his mouth and fingers coaxed the very last of your orgasm from you before he crawled up your body, kissing and licking your skin until his mouth finally reached yours and only then did he reach inside his drawer and roll the condom over his cock.

Your legs lazily wrapped around his waist and his hand had laid on your hip as he slipped inside, both of you watching as you swallowed every last inch of him until your eyes were rolling and his body was shaking.

Your hands continued exploring each other’s bodies as his mouth stayed pressed to yours, every moan and gasp swallowed by the other until you were both coming again and he finally broke away to moan your name, his careful and gentle resolve almost crashing around him as he bit the skin where your shoulder and neck met and whined.

He stayed like that as you both came down, your hands stroking up and down his back until he rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest. 

He almost began to worry again as his breathing settled and he thought of what he should say.

That was amazing, great, wow, the most perfect sex he had ever had? Because it was all true but what would sound the best and-

Your fingers caught his chin, tilting his head down to where you were still laying on his chest, and you smiled.

And he smiled back.

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[itsdanii]

I really love your “rejecting and regretting” drabbles and I would love to request one with Suna and Iwaizumi please

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 3

hey, bub. thanks for requesting! im so glad you're liking my works ♥️ was supposed to post this yesterday but i had an appointment with my psychologist so sorry for the slight delay. that being said, here's your request for iwaizumi and suna. i hope you like it♥️

genre: slight angst to fluff, slight crack

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), please do message me if i forgot any

ft. suna rintaro, oikawa!reader x iwaizumi hajime

title says it all.

Suna Rintaro

out of all the inarizaki boys, suna rintaro was the one who managed to pique your interest

at first, you thought that he was the most quiet amongst the group but the longer you stayed as a manager, the more you realized how wrong you were

In fact, suna is one of the most talkative, along with the miya twins

you even felt bad sometimes for kita for having to discipline the three as if they were his own kids

one day, you suddenly realized that you were falling for the middle blocker

you knew that it was not a good practice to fall for someone in a team you manage but it's not like you can control who you fall for, right?

and so, you made a decision to confess to him

"Oi, y/n! What's that yer holding?"

You squeaked upon being called by Atsumu and quickly hid the cake you were holding behind your back. Smiling awkwardly, you made your way to him and placed the cake on top of the table.

It was currently lunch time and as a usual routine, you, Osamu, Atsumu and Rin were meeting at your spot just near the gym to eat.

"Can you atleast lower your voice? The moment the others see this cake, it'll be gone in a snap of a finger," you scolded at him.

"Cake? What's it for?" As if a light suddenly appeared on top of Atsumu's head, he took the box and opened it with sparkling eyes. "Looks good!"

"No, wait!"

Your lips parted as you watched him take the fork that you put inside and sliced a piece for himself. He even let out a small moan of satisfaction as the taste of the cake filled his mouth.

"That...was for Rin," you said with a tiny voice, making Atsumu raise an eyebrow at you.

"Suna? Why are ya givin' him a cake?" Noticing the way you failed to answer, a grin started forming on Atsumu's lips as the realization came into him. "Holy shit, ya like him!"

"Like who?"

You and Atsumu both froze at the sound of Suna's voice. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you slowly turned around to face Suna who was now frowning at you.

"Rin-chan..." you said slowly.

Suna and Osamu both took their seats, Osamu sitting beside Atsumu and Suna sitting beside you.

"Y/n likes someone?" Osamu asked and took the fork to taste the cake you made, his face lightening up as it somehow reached his standards.

Being the goofy one, Atsumu nodded with a grin. He spared Suna a quick glance before wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. "Mhm. The one they like is actually a part of the volleyball team. Any guess, Rin-chan?"

Despite the nervousness you're feeling, you managed to roll your eyes at Atsumu as he tried imitating the way you call Suna.

Suna just shrugged his shoulders, looking almost unbothered if not for the fact that he was gripping his chopsticks a little too tightly. "Don't know, don't care."

You felt your confidence drop a little at his lack of enthusiasm. "Aren't you even just a bit curious?" you asked, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

"No, why would I be? It's not like it's any of my business. You can like whoever you want to like. It's not like I give a damn about it," Suna simply answered.

The small hope inside you that you gathered throughout the whole week just to confess completely vanished, replaced with doubt and sudden insecurity. The way he said those words seemed as if he doesn't care about you at all and the fact that he said it in front of the twins made it even worse. You felt humiliated.

You glanced at Atsumu for help and the setter just sighed before sliding the box of the now half eaten cake to Suna. "Didn't have to be so rude 'bout it, Rin. Taste the cake. Maybe it'll change yer mind and make ya realize how dense ya are."

Suna just glared at him and took a bite, his eyes darting towards your figure. "Were you supposed to give this cake to the person you like?"

Seeing you nod, Suna rolled his eyes. "I don't think it's a good idea. It tastes like shit, I'm sure the guy would reject you the moment he takes a bite."

Your heart dropped at what he said. Not only did he say that your cooking was bad but also rejected you without saying it directly. The moment you felt your eyes tearing up, you immediately stood up and left the table, ignoring the continues yells of a certain miya.

Suna stared at your back before frowning at Atsumu. "What's up their ass? I just said it didn't taste good is all. They didn't have to be sensitive." Contrary to his words, Suna grabbed the fork and continued eating the cake.

"They made the cake for ya, dumbass," Atsumu answered and stood up, quickly grabbing his things before leaving to follow you.

Suna froze upon realizing what Atsumu meant. Eyes darting towards Osamu, he muttered a small curse before gripping his hair in frustration. "Samu..."

Not even waiting for what Suna wanted to say, Osamu shook his head no with a displeased look. "Ya fucked up big time. Sorry but I can't help ya with this one."

-

Suna was on his own.

No matter how much he tried convincing the twins to help him, neither of them agreed. He didn't know how to approach you after what happened. You basically ignored him even during practices, only doing your duties and talking to him when instructed by Kita.

Several days went on yet you were still ignoring him, and to say that Suna was getting fed up was an understatement. Not only were you ignoring him but you were also spending too much time with Atsumu.

Sure, he was aware that you two are bestfriends, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't turn into something more. After all, Atsumu was a likeable guy. It wouldn't be impossible for you to fall in love with someone like him.

And so, the moment Suna saw Atsumu almost kissing your cheek, he snapped.

With fast strides, he went over to your direction and pulled you away from your bestfriend who only shrugged his shoulders and went on his way as if nothing happened.

Suna stopped when you reached an empty classroom and he immediately shut the door behind him for privacy. "I'm sorry for being rude to you last time," he started.

"You weren't only rude to me, ya know?" you said and averted your gaze from him. "You also rejected me. I know that I haven't directly confessed to you yet but it still hurt. I just assumed that maybe I had a chance since we were close with each other. I'm sorry for-"

"Please, don't," Suna said to cut you off. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, regret visible on his face. "Don't apologize for liking me."

"But Rin..."

"I don't want you to take it back. I like you too, y/n. So please..." Suna dropped his arms to his sides and rested his forehead on your shoulder before muttering, "Please don't ignore me anymore. I promise I'll love you the way you deserve."

You felt yourself soften at his words and despite how much what he said last time hurt you, you knew that deep inside, your heart belongs to him. You brought your hand up to run your fingertips over Suna's hair before nodding. "I won't ignore you anymore, Rin. You know why?"

He lifted his head up to look at you hopefully. "Because you like me?"

"You guessed right."

The moment you said those words, Suna immediately placed his hand on your jaw, angling your head up to him. "And I like you too."

Not able to hold himself back anymore, Suna leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, your eyes closing as you savored the feeling of finally kissing the man you like.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi is your brother's bestfriend

The first time you saw him was when you were in first grade, him and Tooru being a year older than you

Despite the small age gap, you still grew close with him as most of your time, you spent with Haji watching random movies and playing volleyball

When you entered high school, you only became closer to them

He protected you from bullies and those people who only wanted to use you in order to get closer to your brother

At first, you didn't notice that you were falling for him, thinking that you were just attached to him after being by his side for such a long time

But when you realized that your gazes lingered on him longer, your mind started wondering the feeling of his hand holding yours, and the way your heart fluttered everytime he was close, you knew that you've fallen for him deep

It was a Friday night, both you and Tooru were dressed in your pajamas as you waited in your room for Iwaizumi to finish making the popcorn.

Today, you all scheduled a movie night since this was the only time the three of you are free. Being a third year and a volleyball player at the same time was hard on both your brother and Iwaizumi's time and often times, you had to cancel due to them having an early practice.

Luckily for you, it seemed that their coach finally had mercy and decided to give them a weekend break.

You, on the other hand, had lots of free time in your hand since your workload isn't as heavy as theirs which is why you were always the one who adjusted when it comes to the schedule of your movie marathon night.

"Iwa-chan, gimme the one with more popcorn!" Tooru immediately said as soon as Iwaizumi stepped inside your room, balancing two bowls of popcorn in his hold.

You rolled your eyes at your brother and stood up to help Iwaizumi, purposely showing your brother how you took the one with more popcorn in it. "Sucker," you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi sighed at your attitude and plopped down beside you which made your heart flutter as always.

When the movie started, you noticed how much the two were so focused on the screen. You felt a little guilty since you were basically the one who suggested the movie yet you were the one who isn't paying attention.

How can you even focus if your crush is literally sitting beside you on your bed?

You could even smell him by how close he is beside you. You were, after all, crushed in between him and your brother, a blanket covering the three of you as you squished yourselves in your bed.

As the movie went on, you felt your eyelids getting heavier. You let out a small yawn and rubbed your eyes, the sound of the people talking on the screen making you feel drowsy instead of stopping you from sleeping.

Iwaizumi, who had noticed the way your head was swaying from side to side, gently took the half empty bowl of popcorn from your hold and wiped your fingers with a baby wipe. He then carefully guided your head to rest on his shoulder before refocusing his attention on the movie.

When you woke up, the room was silent. The television was already turned off and the lamp was already turned on. You looked beside you and noticed that the spaces beside your bed were already empty, reminding you that you must've fallen asleep and Iwaizumi and Tooru must've transfered to their rooms already.

Feeling your throat demanding for some water, you slid off your bed and made your way towards the kitchen. As you grabbed the glass, you almost dropped it upon seeing a reflection of a man behind you.

"You scared me," you whispered into the quietness as you came face to face with your brother's bestfriend.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair before grabbing himself his own glass, eyes staring at you as he downed the water within seconds. "Sorry. I didn't expect you to wake up since you always sleep like a log," he said with a grin.

You lightly smacked his chest, your cheeks heating up as you felt his hard muscles, no doubt the results of playing his sport.

A small growl coming from your stomach suddenly disturbed the silence, Iwaizumi's laugh immediately booming throughout the kitchen as you blushed in embarrassment. "Shut up. I only ate popcorn, you know?"

Shaking his head with a small smile, Iwaizumi pointed at the stool before saying, "Go sit. I'll whip you up something to eat."

You immediately obliged and couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you admired his back while he cooked. "Neh, Haji," you called out.

"Hm?" he hummed, throwing a quick glance at you.

"Do you like someone?"

You knew that asking such question was bold of you, especially when neither of you totally expected it. You didn't even know how the words managed to get out of your lips. All you knew was that if there was a perfect time to confess, it would be now.

After all, with your brother enjoying his time in dream land, nobody would disturb the both of you. It was serene, and you hoped that the outcome would be just as serene as the moment.

"Where's this coming from? Is this your way of trying to confess to me?" Iwaizumi said with a chuckle.

"And what if it is? What are you going to do?" You bit your lower lip anxiously as you waited for his reply.

But instead of embracing you and confessing his feelings too just like you expected, you were greeted with the seriousness of Iwaizumi when he spun around. He walked over to you and and placed the freshly cooked Omirice infront of you.

"Then I'd have to reject you," he answered simply, his voice sounding as if the topic wasn't up for any discussion.

"Why? Is it because I'm Tooru's sibling?" You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "You know that wouldn't change anything if you date me, right? You'd still be Tooru's bestfriend."

"I already said I'd reject you. That's it, end of discussion." With that, he turned his back on you and made his way out of the kitchen.

But before he can even completely walk out on you, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. "But I like you, Haji. I always have.." You voice seemed tiny all of a sudden and your grip on his wrist tightened instinctively when you felt him removing your grip easily with his free hand.

"I'm sorry but I don't like you, y/n. Now, let go and stop with your delusions because no matter what you do, I'll never like you."

You felt your heart shatter at those words, tears quickly streaming down your cheeks as you watched him walk away, leaving you all alone in the now empty kitchen.

Guess you don't always get what you want, huh?

The rest of the weekend, you did your best avoiding Iwaizumi to make sure that you don't make him uncomfortable. You made sure to stay cooped up in your room until you were certain that Iwaizumi had already left. Heck, you even rejected your brother's offer when he asked if you wanted to go meet up with rest of the boys at the mall.

You knew that Tooru wasn't unaware that something happened since you've never rejected any offer when it comes to shopping. But even if he did, he sure stayed quiet about it and gave you space which you were thankful for.

A week rolled by and Iwaizumi was starting to get antsy. His spikes were not as good and his movements were too sloppy to the point that their coach had to sub him out during one of their practice games.

As he sat on the bench, his mind went back to the time he rejected you. Back then, he was sure that he did the right decision. He was a third year and you were only in your second year. Not only would it seem that he was after some kid, he would also look like an asshole who only befriended Oikawa for his sibling.

But that was before.

Now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He missed your affection towards him and the way you cared for him. He missed how you often visit their practice and give him first his water bottle instead of Tooru. He missed your playful banter and the way you irritate him by simply joining forces with your brother.

Fuck, he missed you.

And the way he only realized it now made it even worse.

Iwaizumi ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration, and when he saw someone handling him a water bottle, he instantly lifted his head up expecting to see you. Except it wasn't you, it was Tooru.

He mumbled a small "Thanks," before sighing evidently, making Tooru raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Just what happend between you and y/n?"

Seeing the panic on Iwaizumi's expression, Tooru just rolled his eyes. "Don't even try denying it, Iwa-chan. I'm not that stupid, you know? Y/n's basically isolating themselves inside their room as if they're scared that you might visit anytime and you.. your play sucks that even Makki and Matsun noticed it."

"Didn't have to remind me," Iwaizumi grunted.

"Hmm," Tooru pressed a finger to his chin as if he was thinking, eyes slightly widening as he remembered something. "Is it because they finally confessed to you?"

"How did you-"

"Oh it's simple! I heard my dearest sibling practicing their confession several times before you came last Saturday. I didn't expect them to confess that early though. The confession sounded too plain for my liking," Tooru said with a hum.

Iwaizumi could only look at him with parted lips. How come Tooru seemed unbothered by the thought of you confessing? Wasn't he supposed to act like a protective brother?

Noticing the way Iwaizumi was staring at him, Tooru pouted. "What're you looking at, Iwa-chan? You're not thinking of dating me instead, are you?"

"Dumbass. I'm thinking why you seem too relaxed at the idea of your sibling confessing to me," Iwaizumi said, hitting the back of Tooru's head.

"Eh? Why? Did you expect me to go apeshit on you?" Tooru chuckled. "Don't worry Iwa-chan, I completely approve of you dating them! Just don't try to hurt their feelings or I'll be mad for sure!"

"But I already rejected them." Iwaizumi groaned and rested his head against his palm out of frustration.

Tooru, who seemed to gain sympathy at his partner, patted his back and said, "Then we'll just have to do something about it, don't we?"

-

When you arrived home, the house was eerily quite. The lights were all off making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You knew how much Tooru hated coming home with the lights off so you always made sure to leave it on in case you arrive later than him.

"Tooru?" you called out as you switched the lights on. You surveyed the whole living room and kitchen but your brother was nowhere to be found.

Shrugging your shoulders, you went up to your room and almost screamed at the sight of a man sitting on top of your bed, a bouquet of flowers in hand along with a bunny stuffed toy.

"Why do you always have to scare the shit out of me? I swear one of these days, I'll die of heart attack because of you," you scolded as you closed the door behind you. You discarded your bag on the couch and stood in front of Iwaizumi with your arms crossed over your chest. "What's all this about?"

Scratching the back of his head, Iwaizumi spared a quick glance at your wardrobe before sighing. "They're um... They're for you." He handed you the flowers and the bunny, eyes watching you warily as you smelled the pink roses.

You weren't unaware of what was happening. You always witness these kinds of things but since you were still hurt about what he said, you decided that you wouldn't give in to him that easily.

"Thank you," you answered dryly before placing the roses on top of your study desk.

Iwaizumi cannot help but panic because of this. Have you already decided that you no longer like him? What if you already got yourself a boyfriend? His thoughts started running wild inside his head and it was only when you touched his shoulder that he was brought back to the reality.

"Sorry...I," Iwaizumi fisted his hands on his sides before continuing. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, y/n. I didn't want to reject you. I actually like you but I got scared. I mean, you're Oikawa Y/n, my bestfriend's sibling. I didn't want you to think that I was only friends with your brother because I like you. In the end, I hurt you and god knows how stupid I am for doing such thing."

By this time, Iwaizumi's eyes were closed, afraid of looking at your reaction. He was even biting his lips and if not for the seriousness of the moment, you would've took a picture of his adorableness.

"I guess an apologizing Haji, is a cute Haji," you said with a smile making his eyes open.

"Shut up," he said shyly with the tips of his ears turning red. "I'm being serious, you know?"

"And I'm being serious as well. I'm not kidding when I said you're being cute right now," you said, continuing to tease him.

"Y/n."

You giggled at the warning in his tone. "Alright, alright. 'm sorry." You took his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze before lifting your gaze up to him, all signs of goofiness now vanishing from your face and replaced with honesty and admiration. "I like you too, Haji. I still do."

"Shit." Iwaizumi smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you off the ground out of happiness.

You squealed as you were lifted and you encircled your arms around his neck to cling to him.

"Gosh, Iwa-chan! My sister said she likes you too and the first thing you say is shit?!" Tooru said as he revealed his presence, his hand rubbing his back at the ache for staying too long in the cramped closet.

You gave Iwaizumi a few taps on his back which he immediately understood. He placed you down and grinned as he watched you taking your brother out of your room by pulling at his ear.

"Ouch, y/n-chan! Iwa-chan, help me!"

Iwaizumi just chuckled as the door infront of him slammed shut, the shouts of Tooru as you hit him bringing a sense of satisfaction to Iwaizumi.

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Storytime: (long-ish post)

I made a friend on here (as we do); same fandoms, they were also a writer and what not. We really seemed to click, we spent a lot of time talking to each other and really catching up. I was really happy; I felt like I knew them personally and honestly, it was a lot of fun. But then, all of a sudden, something went wrong. They stopped talking to me. The replies became scarce and were often monosyllabic. Now, as someone with anxiety, I tend to overthink, and obviously, I began panicking. I felt sad. I thought we'd become pretty good friends by that time. But again, this was my perception, not theirs.

It was an emotionally turbulent time for me, things at home weren't good, and i'd just lost someone who was really close to me. And this to add on.

Finally I messaged them, out of sheer panic and worry.

I read this and my heart hurt. I know that I always say that don't take stuff like this to heart, but honestly, I couldn't NOT take this to heart.

Now I am well aware that I am not a big blog, nor have I ever alluded to the same. I am here to have fun, hoe over some people, and just let loose. That's all. If you're here to advance your career, that's all very well. But saying these things is just plain hurtful. Just because i'm not "well connected" that doesn't mean you get to say that.

Anyways, the whole point of this storytime was that not everyone is your friend. Don't go trusting people who wouldn't give two shits about you. I've met so many wonderful and talented people here, who i'm proud to call friends. But maintaining a distance is the best way to go forward, I feel.

Also, please be kind. I'm sure this particular person had their reasons and I am in no way calling them out or bashing them for wanting to keep themselves first. That is of utmost importance. But please keep in mind that there is a person behind the blog and this was probably not the best way to put it forth. I'd rather you block me than say stuff like this. Some of y'all may think that they were right in their way. That's ok too, i'm not here to start drama or get into it.

To my friends here, I'm sorry if I take time to reply or engage. I try really hard but I think I hold myself back, out of fear; fear of being hurt again. It's not you; it's my self preservation at play.

Love y'all; sorry for this sombre ass message haha.

-xoxo Lexi