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lavynrose · 3 years ago

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Jealousy Headcannons for Artem,Marius,Vyn and Luke, So like the reader has a friend, and they get too touchy and friendly, how would they react (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) teehee

srry for any grammar mistakes lol

ToT men when they're jealous!

headcanons + scenarios

Character/s: Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, note that these hcs are specified for them to get jealous of your friend, not just some stranger

Warning/s: not proofread

Notes: thank you for the request anon! i hope you're doing well. i added scenarios, i can't be me without them lol. this was really fun to write <3

reblogs would be awesome. enjoy! masterlist

Marius Von Hagen

Mans got no self restraint

I feel like out of the four, he's the one most likely to show his jealousy blatantly

Artem would cough, vyn would wear a passive smile, luke would be pouty. you know, subtle signs and all

but him? nah

we're talking about Marius, don't expect subtle here

he rarely ever hides anything, and that includes his jealousy

i feel like if the situation isn't that serious enough, he'll just get whiny and clingy and touchy but then get over it for a while

like your friend was smiling at you a little too much? he'll just brush it off because he's confident that you like his smile better anyways

heh

but if it was something that could potentially threaten your relationship

that's when he gets serious

he's going to have field day with PDA and all just to show everyone who you belong to

in the visits feature in the game, when you pull on his Z necklace or interact with it, you can trigger a dialogue about him getting jealous because you're talking too much about Z

he even wiggles and pouts so cute

so yeah, you better not talk about another man when you're with him

he'll be very loud about it

in general, he'll try to shoo that person away and tell them you're already taken

but not in a condescending way because they're your friend

and he respects that

"I'm so proud of you!" you exclaimed with sparkling eyes as the man in front of you bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushed.

He was a close friend from high school, and you occasionally get in touch with each other sometimes.

Back then, you recalled how passionate he was with singing and dancing, he would always sign up for agencies' audition in hopes of becoming an idol.

That's why you can't help but feel ecstatic when he told you that he was debuting from the biggest talent agency in Stellis.

Does he mean the PAX talent agency? you thought.

That reminds you, the heir hasn't returned back to your table yet.

You were eating at a restaurant with Marius when he said he was going to the comfort room for a bit.

That was when your friend walked inside, both of your eyes shone with acknowledgement from seeing a familiar face, you invited him to sit with you to chat and catch up. That's when he told you the life-changing news.

He began shifting in his seat, which caught your attention, "I was wondering..." he then looked over to you, "If you could go and cheer for me on my debut stage?" he asked with a shy smile.

You were about to blurt out a very big yes! when you heard a voice coming from your back.

"Who's going to cheer up whom?" Marius' amethyst eyes flickered back and forth from you and your friend, "babe?" he then locked his eyes on you.

The two of you were having a date. He was gone for 5 minutes and when he came back you were chatting and laughing with some random guy. He felt a bad knot form in his stomach.

"Marius!" you exclaimed, "he's my long time friend, and he's debuting to become an idol soon!" you gestured your hands to present your new companion.

Hearing the familiar name, your friend perked up and stared at Marius, a look of shock forming in his features. Everyone knows who the heir of PAX is.

"Oh?" He eyed your friend with interest, "from which company?" he flashed a smug smile at them.

"From the PAX talent agency, sir!" You were a little surprised by your friend's change of tone, and he continued, "I made a song myself, and I wanted Y/N here to hear it." he flashed a soft smile, "They've been supporting me when I was just starting back in high school, I thought I'd pay them back with free tickets on my debut stage." he scratched his cheek.

Marius blinked, they've known each other for that long?

"Sure, I guess." He rolled his eyes and sat next to you, arms circling your waist tightly, which you didn't pay attention to.

You beamed at your friend, "Great!" you gave him a thumbs up, "I'm sure the song will be a hit."

Your friend sensed Marius glaring at him and laughed awkwardly, "Looks like I'm interrupting something." he got up from his chair. "I'm going to go now. I expect you to be there, Y/N."

You were about to bid him farewell when he leaned close to your ear, opposite of Marius, "You've got a good catch. Invite me to the wedding, will you?" he whispered as quiet as possible as to not let Marius hear.

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words.

"What do you think you're doing?" Marius' eyes sent daggers to your oblivious friend.

"It's nothing." He smiled at you again, ruffling your hair, then turned his heel to the exit.

Marius gasped, The audacity. He clicked his tongue.

"What was that!? That guy was being too touchy with you. He even whispered in your ear, in my presence!" he pouted, "Tell me, what did he tell you?"

"Marius, he only touched me once. When he patted my head." you said to him blankly then continued with a sigh, "He said that he's glad I seem to be in a happy relationship, that you were a good catch." you decided to leave out the details and you flushed again.

"Bah! That's right." he puffed his chest, and then scooted closer to you.

He put a stray strand of hair on the back of your ear, "He did pat your head," then his faced turned into disgust, "and leaned close to your ear." he brought his hands up to hold the side of your face, "while I can do this." He said as he kissed your nose, "and this," his lips moved to press kisses to your jaw, "and this," his lips pecked yours.

You felt putty in his hands as you squeaked, "We're in public, Marius."

"Yeah? well you and that guy got me all riled up," he smirked and looked at you with a glint of playfulness in his eyes, "take responsibility."

Luke Pearce

MY PRECIOUS MY ANGEL MY SUNSHINE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD

NO I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT HOW LUKE IS THE BESTEST BOY

IM CRYING

i just love him so much okay :(((( he's just so soft and so full of love and so amazing and

i'm sorry

anyways, jealous luke is something you'll witness VERY rarely

listen. i feel like he won't outright show his jealousy if the person flirting with you is still present

like I said before, he would just show subtle signs

and he would confront you about it in private

luke is an inquisitive person by nature, a trait that was rightfully used when he became a detective

he'll ask you everything he needs to know about the guy

he'll carefully analyze if that person's a threat or not

after that, he'll voice how he felt uneasy when you were getting flirted with

then you tease him of course but at the same time pls assure him that he's the only one you love and will ever love

and give him lots of kisses

he'll get all blushy and i can picture the two of you just having a playful banter afterwards

he's just rlly sweet and he trusts you so much i don't think he'll get angry

im in love w him :((((

You and Luke were lounging in his apartment, cuddled on the couch, just binge-watching some detective movie on his television.

You began stroking his hair that is sprawled across your chest, "It's been 20 minutes, our pizza should arrive soon." you said, eyes trained on the clock.

He then nuzzled his face on your neck, his hair tickling your skin, "Hmm, I'm so hungry..." he whined, a little muffled.

Before you could say anything, the doorbell suddenly rang, "Food is here!" Luke suddenly got up from on top of you, with an excited blush and smile on his face, then dashed to open the door.

He looked like a kid running to the christmas tree to open the presents. So cute, you thought.

He was so excited to go get the food that he forgot to bring his wallet that was resting on top of the coffee table.

Sighing, you followed him, money in hand.

"Luke, you forgot this." You caught up to him and luckily, he was just in the middle of unlocking the door.

He gave you an embarassed look, "Pfft, I guess I got too hungry." He smiled playfully and tapped his stomach, and with a click, he open the door.

"Good evening sir, this is your or-" The delivery man abruptly stopped his cheery greeting when his eyes landed on you.

"Y/N? Is that you?" He inquired with a surprised smile.

Your eyes lit up with recognition, "Yes it's me. Long time no see!"

Luke blinked and grinned, "I see you two know each other, thank you for delivering our food!" he turned to your friend, then reached out his hands to take the pizza.

"Luke, he was a close friend when I worked part-time on a pizza joint a few years ago, he was the first friend I made and taught me the basics. it's only right to give him a big tip." Luke nodded as he dug for more money in his wallet.

"How's it going, Y/N? I've wondered what you were up to right now, I didn't expect to see you here of all places!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm and you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders for a hug, "It's nice seeing your pretty face again," he smiled warmly, "and I'm still as handsome as ever." he pulled away then winked.

Luke blinked. What was that?

You sighed, he was always flirty like this, "Of course, it's nice seeing you again, too." Luke then handed the tip to your friend.

"So uhh... Do you want to hang out sometime? I want to catch up."

A stern look made it's way to Luke's face. He knows how important your friends are to you, and he knows the feeling of not seeing a friend in so long.

Most of all, he knows that you'll never leave him for anyone.

So he tries his best not to interrupt you two. He still feels a little uneasy though.

Luckily for Luke, you were too busy in the next few days to hang out. You gave your friend a look of remorse, "I'm sorry, I can't hang out any day this week. I have many things I need to take care of." you said.

"That's alright! I'm always free it you want to hang out," he then turned to Luke, "Thanks for the tip!" he turned his heel to leave.

You and Luke walked back to the couch to eat your pizza, and you start playing a movie.

"Y/N," He called out to you, getting your attention, "That guy's kinda weird." He mumbled with a frown, "I know you're close friends and all, but isn't he being too flirty?"

You saw him looking away with pink dusting his cheeks and you can't help but tease him, "Aww. Is my sherlock jealous?" you snickered before shoving a pizza in your mouth.

"Yes. I mean, no I, " he got even redder, after a few moments, you heard him sigh, "Listen. I don't like it when other guys flirt with you." he mumbled, looking at you with softness in his eyes.

"I mean, I'm your boyfriend and all so I should be the only one who gets to touch you like that." He finished with a pout, pink still evident in his cheeks.

You let out the biggest grin you could ever muster. You love this man so much.

"Oh my gosh, Luke, you're adorable!" you cooed at him as you tackled his body to the couch.

"Hey!" He tried his best to save his pizza from falling off his hands as you lay on top of him, your hands on his chest, body pressed against each other, his scent flooding your senses.

You buried your head on his shoulder, "You're the only one I'll ever love in my life, Luke." You closed your eyes as you start peppering kisses all around his neck, and you heard his breath hitch, "Other guys could never take your watson away from you."

You parted your mouth to kiss his lips, warmth enveloping both of your bodies, "I love you too much for that."

Vyn Richter

I said earlier that Marius was the most likely to show his jealousy when the person flirting with you is present

Now let me introduce the second most likely to snap to that person's face, Vyn Richter

and Marius only won first place with a small margin, like, very small

Vyn is calmer about it though

Even when jealous, he still displays that air of elegance and sophistication around him

His words can be really blunt though

At first, he'd show no signs that he's jealous at all

I mean, that person is your friend and you probably care about them so Vyn decides to give them less of his wrath

He'll just stare at the person and assess the situation as it progresses

If things escalate from having a friendly talk to too much touching on your friend's end, then Vyn might have to do something

You know that deadpanned face that he makes when he's irritated?

That empty look in his face?

That face would make the other person count their remaining days on earth

but really, he doesn't like it when others touch you

he'll try his best to keep his composure though and if he does act a little too much, he'll later apologize to you for his behaviour

just assure him that he's the only one you love!

he needs a lot of security and he just wants to do his best for your relationship to last

he loves you that much

It's summertime, what's a better way to shake off the tantalizing heat of summer than going to the beach?

You and Vyn agreed that a simple dip would be a bit plain and boring, so you decided to take surfing lessons instead.

The waves crashed and the morning sunshine shone down on you, the sand sparkling as you leave traces of footprints on it. The two of you were covered in one piece rash guards, as they protect your skin from the UV rays of the sun.

"Have you ever surfed before?" you suddenly wondered out loud, getting Vyn's attention.

"Yes I have," he put up an arm to his forehead to wipe some sweat, "I only learnt the basics though, don't expect too much of my skills." He flashed a closed eyed smile.

He wasn't wearing glasses today, which is only natural, the waves would rock hard enough to make his glasses fall.

"I'm sure you'll do well. You're never bad at anything." You recalled the times that whenever the two of you tried something new, he aced all of them.

"Of course. I would never want to fail in front of the very person I want to impress." He said as the two of you continued your stroll.

You snorted, "Then I'll try my best to not fail as well!" pumping your fits in the air, you hopped with enthusiam, excited for the first surf of your life.

He grinned, "You'll be fine, my dear."

You guys then headed to the location where the instructor was scheduled to meet you.

"Wow, Y/N??? Is that you?" a familiar voice called out, making you widen your eyes.

There, carrying a surfboard, is a friend you recently made from taking up a certain domestic case. He was appointed as a witness to your defendant, and he was one of the key points why the defense was a success.

He was a bit too flirty for your liking, though.

"Looking good." He chided with a boyish grin.

Vyn chimed in, "Oh? Who this might be?" He wore a pensive smile as he gazed at the muscular instructor.

"He was a witness from a previous case and a friend." You turned to look at said friend and then gestured to Vyn, "This is Vyn, my boyfriend."

Your friend raised an eyebrow and looked at vyn up and down, a bored look on his face, "Huh," He then turned to look at you.

Vyn narrowed his eyes, he can clearly see what's up with this guy, and he doesn't like it one bit.

"It's been a while. Can I get your number?" The man suddenly blurted out then he paused, "Wait a sec." He ran towards a nearby hut to grab his phone.

You smiled awkwardly and looked at Vyn. From his smile, Vyn seemed to be okay with it, so you gave your friend your contact number when he came back.

Vyn tried to regulate his patience. This was your friend.

There's no harm in giving a friend your number.

He doesn't want to ruin your first surf just because he's threatened. He'll wait for more of this person's actions later and then he'll decide whether to interrupt or not.

"Let's start now, shall we?" your friend guided the two of you towards the crashing waves.

It's been 30 minutes and throughout the whole session, Vyn was neglected by the instructor.

Your friend only ever focused on teaching you.

He's clearly flirting with them. Vyn rolled his eyes, unashamed whether the guy noticed or not.

Your so called friend kept giving excuses to grab your waist and hold your hand a little too long. His hands would linger on your hips, even though it's obvious that you can balance yourself really well.

You kept sending looks at Vyn while your friend kept holding you, indicating your uneasiness.

Vyn couldn't stand it anymore.

"I think that'll be all for today." Vyn gave your friend a blank stare, and faced him head-on.

He protectively grabbed you by the waist, "They clearly feel uncomfortable with you touching them like that, and in front of their boyfriend's face nonetheless." Vyn asserted as he sent a sharp glare.

If looks could kill, the guy would be on the ground right now, "Do you have no shame?"

Vyn held you by the wrist to pull you away, leaving a terrified and dumbfounded instructor behind.

You went to your reserved hut after what had transpired.

Vyn sighed, "I apologize for acting that way," He then grabbed his glasses and put them on, "I know he's your friend, but he was being too provocative."

"It's alright Vyn," you smiled at him in understanding, "Even I can tell that he's making the moves on me. I felt awkward when he did that. " You grinned at him, the warm light of the sun accentuated the lines of his face, the warm breeze blowing making his white hair flow.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck. He held you by the waist.

"To be honest, I'd be more concerned if my boyfriend doesn't get angry if someone suddenly hit on me like that!" You exclaimed, he chuckled at your words, and you chuckled with him.

After your laughter died down, you stared at each other's eyes for a while, his golden eyes beautiful as it bore down on you, "I love you, Vyn." You gazed lovingly at him as he gazed on you with the same intensity.

"I love you, too" He dipped down to suck on the supple skin on your neck, "You're mine." He growled as his arms tightened it's hold on you.

"Forever yours." you replied as he kept marking you his.

Artem Wing

We all know Artem is a man that values trust and security. Even in canon, he trusts you so much!

You literally can't count in one hand the amount of times he has said, or at least implied that he trusts MC

like, hand in marriage pls

I feel like he's the type to say that trust is the foundation of a relationship. He has never been in one before in all 29 years of his life, you can bet he'll do everything in his power to preserve what the two of you have right now

If ever the two of you were on a established relationship already, he would probably feel less insecure and as a result, rarely gets jealous

flirty strangers got nothing on your relationship that was strengthened with the test of solving cases together, after all

but! if the person flirting with you is your friend...

a friend that you probably had a connection with...

then he might feel a little uneasy

especially if said friend is being a little too friendly for his liking

he'll probably either stay silent, or politely tell the person to back off

he'll be calmest out of all four to be honest

but that doesn't mean it's not eating him up on the inside :(

after that he'll shyly and hesitantly tell you that he doesn't like it when people get too close to you

please give this mans lots of love and assurance because he rarely lets people in and once he choose someone to trust he'll think about a long-term future with that someone

and he'll love that someone with all his whole being

protect artem at all costs :(((

It's your birthday, you and Artem decided to watch a movie in the cinema for a date.

"Aren't you cold?" was the first thing Artem asked you when you plopped into your respective seats.

You turned to your left, and smiled sweetly at him, loving the concern no matter how small the problem is, "Artem, I'm already covered to the boot. I feel great!" you said because it's true, The cold of the cinema felt nice, not enough to make you shiver, but it definitely sent you into cuddly mode.

"Wrap your arms around me?" you looked at him and poked at his arm with a pout.

"It seems like you're a little bit more clingy today." he shook his head but complied to your request nonetheless, the armchair not stopping you two from cuddling.

You leaned on his shoulder, indulging yourself in his warm embrace. You feel content like this.

More people waltzed in as the movie's alloted showing time comes nearer.

You were eating popcorn when suddenly you felt a new presence to your right.

"Y/N?" You moved up from Artem's shoulder as you turned your head to look at the owner of the voice, surprise began to settle on your features.

"Hey!" You eyes twinkled with delight as you recognized your former neighbor, "Long time no see!"

He was one of your childhood friends, but you gradually lost in touch with him a few years ago as he moved with his girlfriend to her hometown.

Artem shot the two of you a curious look, but he remained silent.

"Whoa! If we weren't friends on social media, I don't think I could've recognized you!" He said with a big grin as he plopped in his seat to your right.

Your friend seemed to notice the arm resting on your shoulders and he whistled, "On a date with your boyfriend?" His pointer finger gestured to Artem.

Your cheeks flushed, "Yes. We're here to spend time for my birthday."

He beamed, "Ohh, happy birthday! Aren't you throwing a party?" He paused, lips forming to a pout, "Don't tell me I'm not invited." He said, a whine in his voice.

You're going to have to break his poor little heart.

"Well, Artem here went out of his way to reserve various activities for the day, just for the two of us. So no, no party for you." you chuckled at his ever growing pout.

His eyes began to sparkle, "Speaking of parties!" your friend then smirked playfully, "Do you remembered what had happened during your 16th birthday?"

Your brain began to rummage for memories that could've happened at that time.

You gasped, and sent him a glare, "Don't you dare bring that up right now." Your words seem to hold no effect as his smirk only grew wider, and you could've sworn he threw a quick glace at Artem before looking back at you.

"So you do remember," He began stroking his chin, "When you and I kissed." He then sticked out his tongue, mocking you.

You started cursing in your mind. This guy hasn't changed a bit!

You felt Artem stiffen beside you, coughing, while your friend's smug smirk just keeps getting wider and wider.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," You can see that he's clearly pushing Artem's buttons, "I was your first kiss, right? "

Your cheeks heated with embarassment as you turned to Artem in panic, you flailed your arms around and whispered, "Please don't misundertand," You were still cursing your friend internally, "I can explai-"

"The movie is starting! Quiet you two." Your friend hushed you as he started digging his popcorn.

"Let's enjoy the movie for now, Y/N." You heard Artem mutter beside you, there's a faraway look in his eyes, not making eye contact.

You sighed. You're gonna have to make it up to him for later.

The whole movie was silent, except for your friend who keeps on blabbering and reacting about what was happening on the screen.

When the movie finished, the three of you left the theatre, you still hold a little grudge on your friend for revealing such an embarassing memory.

You start to bid each other farewell.

"Stay in love you two!" He gave you a playful flying kiss which you responded with an eye roll.

"Yeah, take care!" You shouted back.

Now's the time.

"Artem," He looked at you expectantly with a frown, "About the kiss... it was just an accident. My cake fell on the floor back then, I slipped, got slammed into him," every word cringes you, that's one of the memories you never wanted to recall, ever.

"You're the only one for me Artem," you whined like a child, "Please don't get angry."

He shook his head and cupped your face, "I'm not angry at you, love," he began massaging your cheeks, his eyes were cast down, "It all happened a long time ago, surely it has no relevance as to what we have right now. Also, he seemed like a nice friend." You beamed at his words. You're lucky to have this man in your life, you thought.

"It's just that..." he retreated his hands back, "I felt a little sad that I was not your first kiss," your eyes widened. He then coughed, "Forget I said that..."

You blinked, processing his words. You don't like seeing him like this, you want to make him happy as much as he's making you happy.

You moved closer to him, your bodies pressed against each other. It was now your turn to cup his face.

Wetting your lips, you stand on tiptoes as you pressed your lips to his, tasting him sweetly.

You're in public, but you didn't care. Uncaring about the incredulous looks passers-by were giving the both of you.

After a few seconds, you pulled away, heat flushed his cheeks as he spluttered, "What was that for? Many were watching." He looked away and coughed. Not that he's complaining.

"To show the whole world how much I love you," you looked away as well, "and even if you weren't my first kiss, you're always going to be my last." With a flush to your cheeks, you dragged Artem to the exit.

His face only got redder.

He was speechless.

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention.

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

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“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.”

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?”

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions.

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

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The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall.

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head. The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast.

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again.

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming.

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.”

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts.

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt.

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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baroquebucky · 4 years ago

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comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

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juliettecxi · 3 years ago

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Hiii💫

Could you please write fluff/angst (srry i couldn't decide so it's up to you) prompt 3 for jordelia?

Prompt number 3: “Is that how you really feel?"

Fandom: The Last Hours

Ship: Jordelia

Genre: modern au, fluff, friends to lovers, cuddling on the bed, this one is really cute even if I say so myself

Prompt list | writing playlist

James’s fingers gently caressed Cordelia's hair while the other had her head on his shoulder. A netflix rom-com played on the laptop opposite the two, but the movie was forgotten to James, who could only focus on her.

He had been toeing the line between friendship and romantic feelings towards her, and it was on days like this that it uncontrollably washed over him, and he felt as though everything was tinted pink when he was with her.

She’d come over earlier, her face tear streaked. She didn’t even have to ask if she could come in and stay awhile before James dragged her to her room and gave her a box of tissues, before escaping to the kitch and grabbing some food and drinks. He’d then whipped out his laptop, playing the cheesiest movie he could find, before wrapping them both in a blanket and cuddling on the bed together.

He looked over at her now. His Daisy, the bravest and strongest girl he knew.

“The movie is on the laptop Jamie, not me.” she said, a small smile on her face.

James’s cheeks heated slightly and began moving away, an apology on his lips, but Cordelia held his hand and stopped him.

“Stay.”

“Alright.”

James breathed in deeply. He really liked her.

After a while she sat up and looked at him, gnawing at her lip, a habit he knew she did when she was nervous.

“Thank you, by the way.” she said.

“Why?” James asked with a small laugh.

“For everything Jamie. You’re always there for me, you don’t complain when I show up at your door like this,” she pointed at her face and chuckled. “I can’t imagine my life without you and..” she trailed off.

James smiled and grabbed her hands, holding them gently. “You’re never too much,” he whispered. “You’re like the buoy that keeps me afloat and stops me from going under.”

Cordelia looked at him now, her eyes shining. She took a deep breath.

“I love you James Herondale,”

James’s breath hitched. “What?” he asked, feeling giddy.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, more than a friend. You’re the first thought that pops into my head when I wake up, and the last thing to cross my mind before I sleep. You’re one of my closest friends and this is becoming increasingly awkward, please carry the conversation.” she finished in a rush, and James laughed.

“Is that how you really feel?” he said softly, heart racing.

“Yeah.”

“Daisy, Can I kiss you?”

One nod from her was all it took and James’s mouth was on hers, passionate and deep, and her hands wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. This was like everything he’d ever wanted, but so much better.

He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too.” he said, and Cordelia let out a happy giggle.

James had never felt more in love with her than in that moment, and he kissed her again.

A/N: This became way too fluffy and now I'm yearning ;-; I'm so sorry this got delayed anon! Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Lemme know what you thought and please like and reblog if you liked it! <3

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multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer · 4 years ago

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The War Within (Anakin x Reader)

Author’s Note: I hope this is what you wanted, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this & all the angst in it :) let me know if you guys have any other requests or feedback for me! You’re all amazing <3

Requested?: Yes, by anon- “hi dear, could i request an oneshot where the reader was anakin's wife before he turned into vader,and when we turned (he comed to the dark side,but don't burned in mustafar,like he don't use the suit) he thought she was dead but in fact she joined the rebelion, and now she is Captured for interrogation and he finds out that she was alive and had the twins (leia and luke). Srry if it's too long or confusing, english is not my first language and it's very hard write complex things. have a nice day ( ˘ ³˘)♥”

Summary: You deal with the repercussions of your husband turning to the dark side while you join the rebellion.

The War Within

Anakin Skywalker x female!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: depictions of canon-type violence & torture, like one curse, and a lot of angst (but also fluff!)

“Anakin has turned to the dark side,” Obi-Wan tells you, sorrow dancing in his expression as he looks at you. You stare back with defiance.

“You’re lying! Anakin would never do such a thing. He’s sworn to defend this galaxy.” You sneer, turning away from Obi-Wan. You’re a couple of months pregnant with Anakin’s child, as he has been your husband in secret for a while now. Your bump hasn’t shown yet, luckily.

“He was deceived by a lie, (Y/n). We all were. Listen to me, when did you see him last?” Obi-Wan asks, stepping in front of you again.

“That’s unimportant! Anakin would never turn to the dark side, he’s the most caring person I know!” You scream, tears pricking at your eyes.

“I saw it myself. There’s...a security hologram of him killing...younglings. In the temple. You were away, but...he’s gone mad, (Y/n). He’s a danger to himself and everyone around him. Help the Jedi. You’re one of us. You know what the right thing to do is.” Obi-Wan tries to convince you. You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks by now.

“Do I? Your Jedi order is the one that got us here- he- I don’t…” You sob, sitting down on the nearest thing as the emotions start to overwhelm you.

“Reach out to him, (Y/n). Through the force. Then you’ll know I’m telling the truth.” He murmurs to you.

You do as he says, confident that Anakin won’t prove you wrong. Your Anakin could never turn to the dark side and do such horrible things.

Then you feel it.

“Ani!” You gasp, breaking out of your trance as your hand flies to your stomach to hold your barely-there baby bump. More tears spill down your cheeks as you feel the darkness that surrounds Anakin’s force signature.

“You know it, now. Please, do you have any information on where he might be?” He asks. You put a hand over your mouth to trap the sobs, one hand still resting on your stomach.

“Are you going to kill him?” You ask, looking up at Obi-Wan. His eyes glance down to your hand cradling your stomach.

“...You’re pregnant, aren’t you? And Anakin’s the father?” Obi-Wan asks. You don’t answer him, just look down as the salty tears drip from your chin onto your robes.

“Please don’t kill my husband,” You whisper.

“I will do what I must,” Obi-Wan says and turns around to make his exit. He turns back around to look at you one last time and says, “I’m sorry.”

Then he’s gone. And so is your hope of living a happy life.

~+~

It’s been four years since you gave birth to Luke and Leia. During that time, you had helped establish the rebellion against the empire. You’re the current leader, dedicating your time to fighting against the evils that haunt the galaxy. You know Anakin is out there, and he calls himself Darth Vader now. You honestly hope to never run into him, knowing that you won’t be able to face the consequences if you can’t turn him back to the light. If he stays dark and rejects you, you’re not sure what you’ll do then. It’s the ultimate slap in the face for you.

“General Skywalker, we’re under attack!” You hear from the entrance of the rebellion base you’re currently hiding out at. Your head whips to one of your men being shot down by a stormtrooper at the entrance.

Your body kicks into action before your brain does.

“Get Luke and Leia out of here!” You yell, gently pushing your children toward a group of the men you had been leading.

“But general, what about you-”

“I can handle myself. Get them out of here, I can’t have them getting hurt. I’ll be right behind you guys and I’ll catch up with you later.” You hurriedly rush everyone out of the back of the base.

“We’re not leaving you behind, sir!” Your right-hand man and closest friend, Bail Organa, insists. You hear the stormtroopers getting closer.

Turning around, you give the group a small sad smile.

“You don’t have a choice.” You use the force to slam the door shut and crunch the doors into place so that they are harder to move.

“Freeze!” You hear a modulated voice behind you. You raise your hands slowly and turn around, coming face-to-face with a platoon of stormtroopers with their blasters aimed at you.

“How unfortunate that it must resort to violence,” You sigh, obviously not that disgruntled about the situation.

“Remove your weapon slowly.” The stormtrooper at the front commands, gesturing to the lightsaber at your waist.

“What, this old thing? Oh, please, I don’t know if it even still works,” You scoff, unlatching it from your waist. You twist it around in your hand for a second, not making a move to set it down yet.

“Put it on the ground!” The stormtrooper demands.

“Relax! It’s not like I’m going to do,” You ponder for a moment, looking at the weapon, “this.”

In less than an instant, you’ve lunged at the first stormtrooper in the front and cut him in half with your lightsaber. You cut through men left and right, dodging the blaster fire or deflecting it back onto them.

However, the more stormtroopers you get rid of, the more stormtroopers flood in. Eventually, you’re corner into a wall as you try your best to keep the upper hand.

“We have an order not to kill! Drop the weapon!” There’s a frenzy of orders as you try to fight your way out, but it’s no use.

After a few more minutes of fighting, you get hit with a shock that sends jolts through your body until everything goes dark and you feel your body hit the ground.

~+~

You wake up to a dingy, dark cell aboard an unknown imperial ship. You’re currently on both your knees with your hands and feet chained behind your back.

You know where you are. You’d heard descriptions from spies about this ship before. No one has made it back alive. Yet.

The cell door opens, causing you to wince at the sliver of light it blinds you with. Two stormtroopers walk in with blasters aimed at you and a cart behind them.

“What are you gonna do with those fancy tools, hm?” You crack a smile, eyeing the silver cart behind them with curiosity. They stay silent, picking up a small blade from the cart.

“Tell us about the rebellion. What are your plans to overtake the empire?” One of the stormtroopers, the one not holding the knife, asks you. You stay quiet, making as much eye contact as you think you can through the visor of his helmet.

“We know you’re the leader of the rebellion! You should talk before your information hurts you.” The other trooper demands. You glare up at them from your kneeling position.

The first one, without the knife, kneels next to you and puts his blaster to your head.

“I could pull the trigger right now and no one would even care.” He gets close to your face, taunting you. You look at him directly and do something you’re not sure anyone’s ever dared to do on this ship before.

You spit on his helmet.

Immediately after your spit makes contact with his helmet, you feel a knife slash across your left ribs. The wound starts bleeding viciously, indicating that the cut is probably pretty deep.

You cry out sharply at the new pain, but immediately clench your jaw shut to keep as much satisfaction from them as possible.

“Need to rethink your answer?” The knife-wielding stormtrooper asks.

“Never.”

“I guess we’ll have to get to work, then.”

~+~

That continued for a few hours. Then a few days. After about a week and a half, they were getting frustrated. You’re guessing it’s because their superior is starting to pressure them more. That pressure is probably life or death.

“Listen, bitch. You’re going to talk or you’re going to get someone new in here and you’ll like him a lot less.” The first stormtrooper, whom you’ve nicknamed Blaster, threatens you.

“Try me.” You growl. This earns you a sharp slap across the face and some blood on the floor.

“That’s it, man. We’ve been at this for over a week. I think it’s time to call the boss.”

“He won’t be happy.”

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“Fine. Let’s go get him.”

~+~

That was the last thing you heard for three days. You went the next three days without light, food, or contact of any kind. Luckily, they had given your chains a little slack so that you could change positions occasionally.

Currently, you’re facing the wall and meditating. You had gotten good at meditating after Anakin turned to the dark side. You were constantly trying to reach out to him, but he would never let you. There was a wall in the way of some kind, he couldn’t even tell you were there.

Suddenly, you hear the door slide open behind you and you see the lights turn on. You grimace at the light but try not to let it distract you. There’s an especially dark force behind you, but you can’t tell who it might be.

“Well? Don’t think you can intimidate me by just standing there in the darkness. Come in here if you really want to make me talk.” You scoff, knowing that the hall light is still off. You can feel it. Whoever this is, they want the effect of a dramatic entrance.

“You sound familiar...did I know you?” The voice finally speaks behind you. The realization makes you go cold.

It’s Anakin.

You don’t know how to respond for a moment, whether to turn around and cry out for him or to stay cold and unforgiving to this man you no longer know. You opt for the latter option.

“You did...at one point.” You pray to the force that your voice stays even, not showing any signs of weakness. Your heart is the complete opposite, hammering in your chest like you’re on the brink of death. You honestly might be.

“What is your name?” He asks, and you hear him step forward into the room. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves.

“(Y/n) Skywalker.” You finally turn around and stare into the cold eyes of the man you once loved.

She sees the posture of Darth Vader go slack as he stares into her eyes. His own eyes lose their anger and his pupils dilate slightly, taking her in. You see the yellow of his eyes start to fade already.

“(Y/n)?” He asks and the edge in his voice is gone. You hear the old Anakin through the façade of the powerful man in front of you.

“It’s me, Ani.” You smile slightly. You’re getting to him just by him seeing you, which is better than you ever imagined.

“I...You...You’re dead. Obi-Wan told me that...you died. I thought...I thought the Jedi got rid of you.” He seems completely breathless from just the sight of you, questioning everything he’s been working on for the past four years.

“Why would they do that? I was one of their best assets. Besides, did you...did you never look for me? At least for my force signature?” You ask, eyes softening as the old Ani comes back to you. The Anakin that you knew and fell in love with. Your husband.

“No, I...I lost all hope...You…” He screws his eyes shut. You can feel the internal battle he’s having currently. The struggle between the light and dark raging just beneath the surface of him. He was so wrapped up in the darkness but the mere sight of you has awakened the light he didn’t know he still had in him and it’s torturing him.

“Ani…” You murmur, wanting so badly to be free of these chains so you can reach out to him and help.

“No.” his eyes open forcefully and the yellow iris of the dark side has returned, staring coldly at you in front of him. Your heart aches but you know that this isn’t easy for him. It’s not just a switch he can flip, but you’re willing to keep trying. If the first appearance of you is anything to go by, he’s now teetering on the edge and you just have to gain enough traction to push him over to the light side.

“Anakin, I’m alive. Look at me,” You plead, looking at him with love adorned eyes. The love you had for your Anakin never faded. After all, Darth Vader is not your Anakin. But he can be your Anakin again.

“You may as well be dead to me now. After all this time, you knew I was alive and you plotted against me. You turned against me.” He growls, and you see his fingers twitch. You had heard about the infamous force-choke that he was known to subject people to if he was angry. You’d have to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

“No...Anakin-”

“That’s Darth Vader to you!” He yells, lashing his hand out to grip your throat with the force. You notice that he does not immediately choke you or lift you off the ground, just leaves the force there as a threat.

“I turned against Darth Vader. I never once turned my back on my husband, Anakin Skywalker. I never will, either. Anakin’s legacy will live on through me and our children.” You promise, staring defiantly at him even though he’s threatening you. The force leaves its grip around your throat and you see his body go slack once more at your words. His hand drops to his waist.

“Our...children?” He murmurs, the softness returning to his voice. Once again you see the battle ensue in him. The storm batters his mind endlessly as the yellow starts to fade again.

“Yes. I gave birth to Luke and Leia Skywalker. They’re beautiful, Ani. They’re ours. I love them. And your storm troopers almost killed them.” You tell him, hoping that he sees the light through this. Through your little family.

“Almost...killed…” He trails off, and through the force, you can see how wretched he feels. He’s so torn between the two sides that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself at this moment. You watch as he drops to his knees and lets out a feral scream as he clutches his head in his hands. You want so desperately to hold him at this moment. More than anything else you just want to hold him and help him.

But you can’t. This is his battle, not yours, and you’re currently chained to a wall.

“Come back to me, Ani. Return to me. Please. Together we can rid the galaxy of evil and restore it to peace and justice. Help me. Help me raise our children….help me live a full life with you. Let me love you.” You beg, struggling against your chains as the tears start to fall down your dirty and battered cheeks. You hurt for him so much, the force and your bond only intensifying the pain you feel for him.

“Join...Join me, (Y/n). Join me here. We can be more powerful than you ever realized. We can rule the galaxy together. Me and you. Side by side. As it’s meant to be. Free of the Jedi on your side.” Anakin grits his teeth and looks up at you again. His demand is less of a demand and more of a plea. His eyes fade in and out of yellow, and you can see that the light is starting to win. The dark is desperately clinging onto him, but it’s not dominating anymore. You can do this.

“The Jedi are no longer. You made sure of that, Anakin. I...I only know of a few left alive. A few that you didn’t kill. The Jedi order has disbanded. There is only the rebellion left. The rebellion that I formed. The rebellion that we can lead to victory, to a new world, side by side. Obi-Wan is there. Your friend, your former master. Ahsoka is there, your friend and former padawan. Together we can lead in the light, it doesn’t have to become dark again. Please. Join me with our friends and our family.” You ask of him, straining hard against the chains that keep you away from him. He clutches his head in his hands again, breaths coming out labored and in pain.

“Side by side?” He asks, almost shaking from the utter pain he is in.

“In the light. We’ll be powerful together just not here. You don’t need the dark side to be powerful. As long as we have each other we’ll be fine. I’m not dead. Nothing’s been able to get rid of me yet. Maybe this has been my destiny all along. To bring the chosen one back to the light side so that he may restore balance to the universe. Maybe my destiny has been to love you all along. We were never meant to be a bad thing.” You murmur, eyes searching his figure for any sign of the light as he battles his instinct versus his feelings.

Then he goes still.

“...Okay.” He looks up at you, his eyes shining a bright blue. More tears stream down your face, but this time they aren’t in pain. They’re tears of joy.

You reach out with the force, brushing against his force signature and feeling the light force that emanates from him. You let out a happy sob, wanting to embrace him. He crushes the chains that keep you from him, freeing you from your captivity. You run to him and he envelops you in a deep embrace. Your face presses against his chest as your tears ruin his former uniform. Oh well, he won’t be needing it anymore.

“I love you. I never stopped.” You whisper into his chest, clinging onto him like a dying woman.

“I never stopped loving you. It’s...it’s what fueled my anger. Your supposed death.” He admits, holding you close to him.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re back. We’ll never be separated anymore. I’ll make sure of it.” You promise, looking back up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“We’ll make sure of it together.” He cups your face, tilting it up and pressing his lips to yours tenderly but hungrily. The tears mix into your kiss, creating a salty taste. But neither of you cares. You had both been waiting for this moment for much too long to care about tears in the way.

When you finally break away, you let out a half-chuckle that gets caught in your throat. This is certainly a situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Now, how are we going to get out of here?” You ask, not daring to let him go even now.

“Leave that to me.” He tells you, brushing the hair behind your ear as he gazes at you lovingly.

Within moments, you’re back in chains and he’s leading you down the hallway, an angry façade on his face.

“Sir!” The stormtroopers salute him as the two of you walk down the hallway.

They’re terrified of him, you realize.

“Sir, where are you taking the prisoner?” A stormtrooper dares to ask, to which Anakin shoots him a glare and raises his hand threateningly.

“Imperial business, trooper. Know your place.” He growls, pushing you forward. You realize that Anakin has had your lightsaber strapped to his waist this entire time, making you smile. He knows it’s yours and he probably planned on asking you how you had gotten it before he realized who his prisoner was.

“S-Sorry, sir.” The trooper backs down immediately. The two of you make it to the docking area with no problems. Until one stormtrooper has some audacity.

“Sir...are you feeling well? You don’t look normal...wait a second, men! He’s not on our side-” Before he can finish, Anakin has cut him in half with his striking red lightsaber. The other troopers caught onto the cry for help, though, and are now aiming their blasters at the two of you.

“Well, I suppose we couldn’t have a clean getaway, could we?” You give Anakin a small mischievous smile that he returns.

“Not likely with the two of us,” He chuckles. The two of you spring into action. You realize you’re still bound by chains at the wrist so you put it over a trooper's head and start choking him, using his body as a shield until you can’t anymore.

“Saber!” You call out to Anakin. In a moment, he’s throwing your lightsaber to you. You catch it and activate it, cutting your chains in half. Now you’re ready to battle.

The two of you weave through troopers with ease, fighting back to back as if nothing had changed. You deflect blaster shots left and right, swinging through troopers as you make your way to the getaway ship.

Within mere moments, the two of you are on the loading ramp of the ship. Anakin goes to turn the ship on and the ramp starts to close. You lower your saber, thinking the fighting is over. Before you can react, Anakin is pressed against you again and deflecting a shot behind your back with his lightsaber. You turn just in time to see him crush the trooper that tried to kill you with the force. You frown slightly, knowing that there’s still a hint of aggressiveness and probably darkness in Anakin, but it’s nothing you can’t work on.

He’s back now, and that’s what matters.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Anakin asks, sitting down in the pilot’s seat and offering you a wide smile. This is probably the most he’s smiled in four years.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.” You smile back at him.

~+~

Once you’re back to your lead rebel base, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd. Out of the crowd emerges three figures: Bail Organa, Luke, and Leia. You crouch down as Luke and Leia run up to you and hug you.

“Mommy!” They cheer, laughing as you stand up and twirl around with them in your arms. They giggle as you set them down, clearly happy to see you again.

“You’re back. Congratulations, I didn’t know if we’d see you again.” Bail gives you a chuckle of relief as he gives you a clap on the back.

“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t found someone…” You trail off, looking behind you to see a sheepish Anakin step out. You sense the nerves radiating off of him. I mean, he is entering the camp that less than twenty-four hours ago he had promised to destroy.

The crowd of rebels takes a nervous step back, not sure how to react to your news. This was their sworn enemy, and now you’re claiming he helped you?

“How can you trust him?” Bail asks, sizing Anakin up with one hand ready on his blaster.

“He’s my husband.” You state plainly. This shocks the crowd.

“Your husband?”

“When did you two get married?”

“You’ve only been captured a couple of weeks!”

The crowd’s responses make you chuckle.

“I was married to Anakin Skywalker much before he became Darth Vader. He thought I was dead but...the sight of me made him abandon his sith side. He’s back to being Anakin Skywalker...my husband. I love him, and he will be accepted here.” You all-but-command. The crowd seems to ease just a little bit, but not much.

“Daddy?” Leia asks, a small look of skepticism on her face as she looks at Anakin. You see Anakin’s eyes shine with tears as he looks at his daughter, hearing her call him dad for the first time ever.

“I thought you said dad died.” Luke tugs on your leg, almost hiding behind you. You chuckle lightly.

“He did for a little bit, but...he’s back now. And he’s going to be a part of our life. We’re going to be a happy family now, okay?” You smile, tears pricking at your eyes for the third time that day alone as you look at your little family. The family you finally get to have.

“Okay…” The two of them cautiously approach Anakin. He kneels down, and they start to talk. You know they won’t be welcoming immediately, as he’s a stranger to them, but given time...you know that you can be a happy family again.

And with this thought, the hope of living a happy life returns to you. And this time, you know it’s here to stay.

~~~~~

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stxrshxpxd · 4 years ago

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here is a gra fic! (srry for the delay i took to send it :)

Pairing: 90s graham coxon x reader

Word count: 2.516

Warnings: smut (dom!graham, eating out)

Requested by anon x

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I had gotten so used, and emotionally attached, to these warm summer days. The festivals were definitely my favorite gigs of the tour. The rays of sunshine felt heavy on my skin as we tried to hide away in any shade we could find on the massive field. The tents were like saunas, so everyone was out and about with beers that they desperately tried to keep cold. I felt lucky traveling with one of the artists, meaning we had access to a tour bus with ac. I still preferred being out here with all the people though.

I stood with Damon and Graham and watched as three girls were desperately trying to flirt with them. I tried to work out whether or not Damon would potentially go for either of them. They didn’t seem like his type and he didn’t look very impressed or intrigued.

I tried to contain myself every time the girls switched focus from Damon to Graham for a while. I really didn’t want to be the one to chime in and remind them that he was taken. It turned out I didn’t have to step in, though, because Graham put his hand around my shoulders and pulled me in to a tight side hug when one of the girls got closer with him. I didn’t mind that his tight embrace was making my body even hotter because I enjoyed seeing the excited spark in the girl’s eyes die and turn into jealousy. Hey, it wasn’t my fault Graham had picked me and wasn’t willing to give me up for a mediocre shag with a young fan.

The heat on my skin was suddenly challenged by a stinging cold sensation on my upper arm. I knew without even looking that it was a water balloon. I was confused as I looked in the direction it came from, along with all three girls, Graham and Damon. I was less taken aback, but still confused, when I saw Alex approaching us with two water balloons in his left hand. Dave followed behind him with several ones in his hands and a lit cigarette between his lips. They were both wearing devilish grins.

“That was actually pretty nice, thank you,” I laughed. My arm felt nicely cooled down, apart from the spot where Graham’s hot hand was still holding.

“You were supposed to get angry and fight me,” Alex complained. He began to juggle the remaining balloons in his hands and detected his next target.

“Where’d you even get them?” Damon asked with a lazy laugh as he took a sip from his beer and licked his lips.

Alex and Dave both pointed behind them. I couldn’t see exactly where they were pointing but I assumed it was a tent far away with people who randomly had provided them with water balloons.

“I know who’s gonna wanna fight us,” Alex said and his eyes moved to beside me.

“Yeah, I will and I’m gonna win,” Graham huffed warningly. Alex just found his reaction exciting and he immediately chucked one of the balloons at Graham. It hit him on his shoulder and splashed all over him. A few drops even landed on my face.

Graham was quick to let go of me and run after Alex. I grabbed a tighter grip around the water bottle in my left hand and Damon’s arm in my right as I followed them.

“Oh my god, you’re all children,” Damon laughed and pretended to be bothered but I knew he actually found it funny. He tried to not spill the beer in his hand as I jogged after the other boys and still pulled on his arm.

I finally discovered where they’d gotten the balloons from as they stopped and the war broke out in that exact spot. I snuck past all of them and grabbed one. My target was Alex.

I threw it hard from a close distance and it broke on his back. He jumped and turned around, only to be met with my cocky laugh.

“Oh now you want to fight?” He asked. Neither of us had any balloons left to throw and neither of us dared to bend down to grab one, for whatever reason. We were caught in a ridiculous dead end as neither of us wanted to disregard our dominant positions opposite each other. We began laughing lightly at the situation we’d put ourselves in and chuckled at the absurdity of the fact that no one dared to pick up a water balloon.

Our dead end situation was short lived as Alex and I both got hit with several balloons at once. We spun around to see why everyone had suddenly turned on us. There they stood, Damon, Dave and Graham, all with cocky smirks and a few balloons still in their hands. Dave’s t-shirt was completely soaked through and Damon’s hair was slicked to his forehead while his shirtless torso was stained with small water beads. Graham’s hair was still dry and perfectly fluffy around his pretty face. It bothered me that he had been so good at avoiding getting hit. I figured I had to do something about that.

“Graham,” I said and he looked at me. He still managed to juggle a bottle of beer and a cigarette in his right hand, which annoyed me even more.

“Your hair still looks very good,” I mumbled and walked over to him as I unscrewed the cap of my water bottle.

“Thank you,” he sneered. I knew he saw something coming but he couldn’t tell what.

“Way too good,” I decided and stood up on the tip of my toes to empty my entire bottle of water over his head. He gasped and closed his eyes as the water trickled through his lashes and soaked his head. He looked so cute with his dark hair sticking to his forehead and barely being able to see from under it.

He huffed and raised one of his balloons. He held it right under my chin and I watched him break it in his strong hand. I, too, gasped as the cold water soaked through my top all down my chest.

Graham smirked and inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, and pushed both his fringe out of his face and his glasses back to the root of his nose in one swift movement. I couldn’t deny how hot he looked. I stole the cigarette from his fingers and breathed in a deep inhale. He smirked even wider at the sight and placed his index finger under my chin. He pressed his lips against mine in a slow kiss before I could exhale.

“Wet shirts look good on you,” Graham whispered, sounding surprised.

“Why is that such a surprise?” I laughed and exhaled the smoke in his face.

“It’s not. I never doubted they would,” he said honestly. The pure admiration in his eyes made me believe him.

He kissed me again and his tongue met mine. The drops of water on Graham’s face had already started to sink into his hot pale skin again. It was odd how several weeks of sunshine had barely affected his skintone at all. I loved his pale face and how he would sometimes gain a bit of a red tint on the apples of cheeks when he’d spent too much time in the sun.

Oh, and his hand! It completely shattered every thought in my head as it felt its way up my ribs and stopped on the underside of my breast. He waited a second before massaging it in his hand. I wanted nothing else but for him to keep touching me with his divine hands, but I had to be the sensible one and recognise that there were people staring at us.

“Graham,” I whispered in his ear and giggled softly. He knew exactly what I was going to say.

“My bunk is uncomfortable, but we’ve made it work before,” he said bluntly, his face in my neck. I don’t know why I gasped at his proposition, I had been expecting it ever since the first kiss a few moments ago.

I smirked even though he couldn’t see it. I had nothing to say, so instead I pulled on his arm and steered him in the direction of the bus. My heartbeat got louder and faster with every step we took. I couldn’t wait to have his hands back on me again.

“Hey!” I heard Damon yell behind us. I didn’t want to believe it was directed at us but I knew it was.

“I have to change my shirt,” I lied and shrugged playfully as I turned around to look at him. Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what we were up to.

“Please stay in your bunk,” he huffed and turned to look at Graham with an annoyed and borderline disgusted expression. Graham laughed and decided he, too, was too impatient to continue the conversation with Damon. He turned around again and now he was the one pulling my arm.

When entering the bus, we both prayed it would be empty. Thankfully it was. Graham’s hands were immediately back on me before we were even close to his bunk. I pushed on his chest and walked with him towards the back of the bus.

“I miss our bed,” Graham whined and I laughed against his lips before he stopped kissing me and he placed me down on the edge of his bunk. It was a tight space but, like Graham had said, we had made it work before.

“I know,” I chuckled and held the part of his shirt that was still dry up to kiss his stomach. Graham quickly helped me out by tearing the shirt off completely and letting it fall to the floor next to him. I let my hands wander up his torso and I felt the coldness of his damp skin around his shoulder where the first balloon had hit him.

I hooked my fingers into his jeans and pulled them down a bit to kiss more of his skin, but he didn’t let me. I was confused as he squatted down and gave my jaw a few kisses. He cupped my breasts again and this time there was, thankfully, no reason for me to stop him. Graham tried to remove the already tight top and we both giggled as he struggled, with how wet it was. Finally it was off and he was quick to unclasp my bra as well. We were now both topless and he gave my body a light push backwards. As I stared up in the ceiling of his bunk and his lips found my lower stomach, I realised what he was doing.

Graham pulled my denim shorts off much smoother as they were not as soaked as my top. His beautiful plump lips kissed on the outside of my underwear and his warm hands held my thighs apart.

“Graham,” I breathed. I was already impatient and the fact that I couldn’t feel his lips directly on me was just making it worse.

He hummed sheepishly and kissed my inner thighs instead. Water from his hair travelled onto my skin and it made me shudder with goosebumps all over my legs. I squirmed again and reached for his head. I grabbed a chunk of his dripping hair and pulled him back to where I needed him the most.

“Please,” I kept begging. Finally it helped, and he pulled my underwear to the side. I tried my best to see what he was doing but it was hard as my head was in the dark corner of his bunk. I managed to catch a glimpse of him licking his lips before he kissed my clit again. This time I felt his wet lips on me and I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. It collapsed into his pillow again and all I could do was lock my eyes shut as I felt his skilled lips and tongue work wonders on me.

“You taste so good,” Graham mumbled and pushed my hand away from its grip around his hair. He found my other hand as well and intertwined my fingers with his softly, pressing our interlocked hands down in the mattress as he buried his face deeper in my wetness. He sucked and licked and kissed with such skills and with such a perfect mouth, I could barely control my wimpy moans.

“You sound amazing… makes me so hard,” he muttered. His voice rumbled through my entire body and I shivered at his words.

“I think,” he singsonged and took his head away to look at my body. “I want you to come around my cock instead.”

“Yes,” I breathed. It turned into a gasp as Graham wrapped his large hands around my waist and pulled me towards him off the bed. I stood up and I immediately touched his cheeks again and kissed his lips, tasting myself on them. While we kissed he pulled his jeans and boxers down and spun our bodies around so that his back was facing the bunk. With a few awkward giggles and a lot of impatient heavy breathing we were finally both in the bunk. My chest was almost completely pressed to his and I was straddling his hips. I didn’t mind the tight space too much, as it meant we had to be super close and that’s something I absolutely loved.

Graham guided his tip to my entrance and I looked into his eyes under the damp fringe as I sat down on him. I held myself up by my elbows on both sides of his head and began to move my hips over him.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered with such a beautiful breathy voice. I smiled and kissed his lips. Our tongues instantly found each other and were just as much intertwined and in sync as the rest of us. My hair fell around our faces and his hair occasionally stuck to my forehead as it was soaked from the water and we both getting sweatier by the minute.

The closer we got to our highs, the harder it was to keep kissing. Eventually our foreheads were just pressed together and our mouths grazing each other. We both moaned and our breaths could barely escape our lips before they were combined into one.

“Graham,” I moaned. “I’m so close..”

His hands moved to my lower back and held me gently, spreading even more warmth throughout my already sweaty body. I sank down further on him and my face fell from his to beside his head as I twitched through an amazing orgasm. Feeling my walls clench around him pushed Graham over the edge as well and he held my hips down as he came inside me with a few exhausted moans. I grinded on him lazily a few more times and I kissed him again. I couldn’t believe how good beer, cigarettes and sweat could taste just by being on Graham’s pretty lips.

OMG THIS ONE AHBSNSBSBSB its so obvious that i started writing the first part of this about alex but then switched it to gra hahahahahha

thank you!!! <3

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nonsensical-twistedriddles · 5 years ago

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Hiii, could I request the dorm leaders (if you don't accept many characters, could you do for Mallus, Leona and Vil?) saving their s/o (female) from other students (maybe they are bullying them or something like that)? I'm srry if it's difficult to understand, my English is not very good >

hello hello ! i’m sorry i took so long, dear anon ! this is probably one of the first asks i’ve gotten and started on but couldn’t properly finish until now (my siblings helped me a lot by giving me ideas) ! hope you enjoy (i have a surprise for you) ! the cutie with malleus is @evil-and-twisted‘s oc, astra ゜:(つд⊂):゜。i’m sorry i could only do four

leona kingscholar

You two only started dating recently and, though he knew that people probably heard about it from rumors, he wasn’t going to take any chances.

He has told you time and time again not to try and visit him in his dorm, even going out of his way to make schedules with designated meeting areas just to appease you (and that’s a lot considering it’s him)

If you asked him why he insisted on keeping you away from Savanaclaw, he’d reply with, “It’ll be troublesome.” or anything along the lines. This always seemed to make you mad though he brushes it off as ‘hot air’.

He should’ve figured that you’d get tired of being told to stay away and that one day, you’ll actually decide to show up in his dorm regardless of how much he has told you not to.

He was napping when you came by. Ruggie had to pull him out of bed just to get him up.

“Ruggie you damn basta-”

“Leona! Quick, Y/N is in trouble!”

His eyes widened in surprise. “What?” he jumps to his feet and, while Ruggie was trying to explain to him what happened, he hears you squeal. He rushes over to his balcony and looks out to see you being ganged up on by a couple of his dorm members just outside.

“You’re going to pay for entering our territory, girly!” one of them shouts, making you back away slowly with hands raised.

This idiot, he mentally groans. “Ruggie, I get that you wanted to tell me about this but why the hell didn’t you try to help her first?” Ruggie only shrugs at this, snickering. Leona shakes his head at him before jumping out of his window and landing in front of you and his fellow dorm members. “Stop,” he says as you all pause and stare at him wide-eyed. “Dorm Leader Leona!” As he was being enthusiastically greeted by his dorm members, he looks at you and checks to see if you’ve managed to get yourself hurt. When he finishes and concludes that there was nothing broken or scratched, he casually puts an arm around you and glares at his dorm members.

“Run along, all of you, or be prepared to face the consequences,”

There was a lot of protesting, so much that Leona almost regrets trying to listen to any of them, but finally, Ruggie appears to help out and they all disperse, leaving you alone with Leona. “I told you not to come here,” Leona says, as one hand covers the yawn that escapes his mouth after while the other intertwines itself with yours. “Hey, I could’ve taken them on!” you said with a confidence that makes him laugh.

“Come on, let’s take a nap together,”

vil schoenheit

You two were a well known couple, especially since Vil was a famous celebrity/model.

Though mostly supportive, there were still a handful of his fans that weren’t alright with you and him dating; nitpicking at every possible thing they saw wrong with you, him and your relationship with him: “You’re just using him to gain fame!” “He could do better.” “You’re not even that pretty!” “He doesn’t even care about what his fans think!” “You don’t even care about his work!”

If it bothered you or not, Vil would always be there to reassure you and keep you away from all the nasty people that “have nothing else to do besides hate on you or him”. He’ll protect you.

It was late in the afternoon, classes were over and he was coming over to your classroom to pick you up, when he saw you being surrounded by a group of his fans from school.

You were putting on a good front, though it was obvious enough with your troubled eyes that you wanted nothing more than to leave. “What an ugly sight,” his silky voice echoes all throughout the room, making you all turn to him in surprise. He walks over to you and places himself firmly between you and the group. “I’m sorry I made you wait, darling,” he says as he brushes the hair on your face to the back of your ear and checks to see if you were alright. He pauses when he sees your face shift; you were on the verge of tears.

Slowly, as if he was letting the anger build up inside him, he turns to the group of fans and smiles bitterly. “If I ever see any of you around her again,” he glares at each one, letting the threat sink in before continuing, “-well, let’s just say that it won’t be pretty for you, or for me.”

When he finishes, he turns back to you with a bright smile then places a hand on your back. Not even bothering to be polite enough to say goodbye, he guides you out of there and brings you back to his dorm to calm you down and let you rest.

malleus draconia

He was used to people talking about him in hushed voices.

Normally he wouldn’t care about what people talked about him behind his back and would leave the people to their gossip.

But you would always tell him about what you hear, all angered and frustrated at what the rumors had to say about him as if you were the one being talked about. “I’m your girlfriend,” you’d say in defense to this, pouting as if that would explain everything and he’d chuckle at your strange reasoning and kiss you on the top of your head, replying, “Ah yes, you most definitely are, aren’t you,”

He was heading over to the cafeteria to eat with you when he heard you yell in protest.

“That’s not true!” you exclaimed from across the room while slamming your hands on a cafeteria table where a group of students were chuckling about something. One of the students got up and sized you up, smirking, “Hm?”

“Stop spreading lies about Malleus!” you said, “You don’t even know who he is or at least tried to get to know him!” you looked up at the student, eyes flared and determined. He finds this amusing, seeing you defend him so he lets it play out for a while until the student raises their fist in the air and throws it back, as if readying to hit you— their fist never reaches you.

Instantaneously, he appears beside you and catches their fist “W-What the hell?” they stammered out as he looks down on them while tiny specks of green dust shimmer and fade all around him.

There was no need for words; Malleus’ eyes curled menacingly at the student as his hands protectively circle around you. The student apologizes on the spot and though he’d want nothing more than to make them regret ever thinking of trying to hurt you, he needed to get you away.

azul ashengrotto

He always had someone tailing you (usually Floyd or Jade) just in case you got into any sort of trouble.

“Just a safety precaution.” he said in a casual tone with hands raised, as if it was something that you shouldn’t bother yourself with when you brought it up to him.

At first it creeped you out; you’d constantly tell him that it wasn’t necessary and that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself,

But as time went on, you hadn’t really minded it as much as you used to, seeing this as one of his weird ways of showing how much he cares for you, though you did scold him for being “overly paranoid” and told him to not to overwork/ tire the people watching over you too much.

It happened when you were walking back to your dorm from school. Jade had informed him that a group of students he recognized were people who ended up not meeting contract requirements and had to give up some valuables to Azul in order to compensate, were quietly following you since you came out of your last class.

“That wicked bastard thinks he’s slick,” one of them says as they corner you into a wall, “I wonder what his face will look like when he realizes that he couldn’t protect his precious little girlfriend.” The others erupt in laughter as they slowly step closer and closer to you with smirks and fists raised, as if savouring the moment. Their enjoyment, however, is short-lived.

Hands suddenly pull away the one who was cornering you and, before you could even register what had happened, a hand tugs you out of where you were from the wall and onto a warm chest. “Unfortunately for you all,” Azul says, smiling smugly at the students who were now being played with by Floyd and Jade, “I don’t think you’ll have the chance to even see it.”

“Azul?” you call out to him, surprised.

His smile shifts into a more at ease and relieved one when he looks at you. “Still think I’m overly paranoid?” he asks. Seeing the light in his eyes, you laugh and reply, “Indubitably,”

After the incident, he made sure to add to every new contract that if a client, by any means, tries to hurt you, their magic and the rest of their possessions are automatically surrendered to Azul.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto

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kodzukenscorner · 5 years ago

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Sakusa falling in love with a robot?

anon asked: can i request hc/scenario? there was this kdrama where the main guy is allergic to human interaction, turns red if he does and takes medication to stop it.one day he buys an android,but got broken so the creator had to ask an actual human being to act as a robot then they touched except he didn't become allergic bc his illness is psychological then he falls inlove w it thinking it is just an android, with sakusa,how would he found out and react?srry if this is too detailed, ignore this if so 💕

a/n: whew ok anon i had not heard of this drama before so you can BET i googled it and watched a couple of scenes from it and wow this is so cute and sakusa is such a good fit for this

wc: 1,361

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People are gross, they are disgusting and do not understand personal hygiene. Sakusa is fully aware of this fact and does everything he can to avoid human contact. He may be a volleyball player but he specifically picked the sport because there is little to no human contact. Only one person touches the ball at a time and he is more than happy with that. His teammates and fans have learned to keep their distance from him, unfortunately they learned the hard way.

At one of the MSBY fanmeets, a young boy was so excited to meet one of his favorite outside hitters that when he walked up to Sakusa’s intimidatingly large frame, he latched on to one of his legs. Before any of the other Jackals could pry this kid off Sakusa had already started to feel lightheaded. He wandered off somewhere to be alone, his worried teammates trailing behind, watching helplessly as their friend turned a ghastly red and struggled to breathe properly. Thankfully he was able to recover without requiring a trip to a hospital but he skipped out on the rest of the fanmeet. This didn’t go unnoticed by the fans and reporters and word quickly spread about Sakusa Kiyoomi, the athlete who loathed human touch.

Sakusa really didn’t mind it, that just meant that people kept their distance and life actually got easier for him. But, the popular athlete quickly caught the attention of an up and coming tech company that wanted to test out their new life-like android. Sakusa never really figured out why they wanted him to try out their prototype, maybe they pitied him, or maybe they just wanted the endorsement of someone who was notorious for disliking people. Either way he said yes.

Why did he say yes? Deep down Sakusa knew that the pit of loneliness in his stomach was slowly eating away at him and he longed for someone, anyone, to help him break through it, but he’d never admit that, not even to himself.

The tech company was elated and quickly got to work on preparing their new android for delivery until some dumb intern spilled water on it while he was adjusting the hard drive. So now everyone is freaking out because this android is supposed to be delivered today but they need at least a week to replace the hard drive. What else could they do except call up the person the android is modeled after and basically beg you to pretend to be a robot to hang out with some volleyball player for a week. They were offering you a lot of money and if all you had to do was keep some guy company, it couldn’t hurt right? And it’s not like this guy can’t be around people, he just doesn’t like them. Right?

This is genuinely one of the most ridiculous situations you’ve ever been put in, you’re being escorted into some strangers house and he thinks you’re a robot. The android is supposed to be just like a human so at least you don’t have to worry about acting like a robot. When the two of you are finally left alone, you’re just standing in the middle of his apartment unsure of what to do. He’s staring you up and down, hands in the pocket of his jacket, face mask covering most of his face. From what you can tell, he’s fairly handsome and definitely tall and muscular. He catches you checking him out and raises an eyebrow.

“I guess even robots have feelings huh?”

You let that comment go, figuring you would think something similar if you had been presented with an oddly life-like robot. Most of the first day went by with little interaction between the two of you. You sat in his living room, attempting to make conversation with him every now and again, his responses were short and curt but he stayed near you most of the day. It felt like he wanted to talk more with you but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. You made do with simple questions about himself, trying to get to know him better. He obliged you with some light small talk and you actually felt like you were making some headway with him. You learned some of his likes and dislikes and to no one’s surprise, found out he’s very particular about his personal hygiene.

The second day was a welcome change, it almost felt like he was a new person. The first day he was obviously keeping his distance, sitting on the couch opposite yours, face mask still on. Today you were surprised when he sat right next to you on the couch and more importantly he wasn’t wearing a face mask today. He turned his head towards you to ask you a question and oh shit he’s hot, how is he so pretty up close? Holy shit. Oh and his lips are moving, oh wait is he saying something? Oh god he just asked you a question and you were too busy drooling over him to hear it. Oh no, he’s staring, what should you say?

“What?”

Sakusa stared at you quizzically, eyeing you closely. How the hell can he look so attractive even when he’s suspicious?

“I asked if your skin felt real”

And now he spoke and suddenly his voice was sending shivers down your spine.

“You can feel it if you like” You held your palm out to him with this new found confidence and he faltered for a second before he gently took your hand in his.

His hands were rough and calloused but his touch was so tender, like you would break if he squeezed too hard. He caressed your palm with his thumb, eyes trained on your hand.

“Soft...” He mumbled under his breath.

He looked up to your face and made eye contact with you again. You froze and you’re positive he felt your hand tense up in his. Why did he have this effect on you? It’s like you’d never met a handsome guy before, well maybe not someone as good looking as him cause come on now.

While you were busy ogling, Sakusa had lifted his free hand to stroke your cheek. Your breathing hitched and if Sakusa hadn’t noticed how you tensed up before he certainly noticed now.

He could tell, he knew. No matter how life-like a robot could be, there was no way it could mimic human reactions this well. You had to be a real person but he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching you. How long had it been since he last had human contact like this? And your skin was so soft, it was addicting. And your lips, why were they so plump? Wait, is he touching your lips now? Yeah he definitely is.

Sakusa ghosted a thumb over your lips, his intense gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips. His fingers travelled down to your chin where he lightly gripped your face and brought you closer. Before you could regain whatever composure you had before, his lips were on yours. He was hesitant though, you could tell he wasn’t used to this and something inside of you encouraged you to take the lead. You brought one hand to grip his collar and the other in his hair, which was incredibly soft and silky by the way. You guided his lips against yours, he groaned against your mouth when you tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

You wanted more, so much more and you found yourself kissing him more desperately. It was getting sloppy but Sakusa just grabbed your thighs and pulled you into his lap. You straddled him, your hands getting lost in his dark curls. You never wanted to stop, he was intoxicating but you needed to catch your breath before you passed out so you reluctantly pulled away. You were both panting softly, eyes locked onto each other. Sakusa spoke up first.

“You’re not a robot are you?”

You shook your head. “No”

“Good” Sakusa grabbed the back of your head and crashed your lips back onto his.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu writing #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you

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seungmoroll · 4 years ago

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Distant | TOO Donggeon

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: angst with a happy ending, feat. verivery Kangmin

Requested: yes

A/N: to the lovely anon that requested this, I hope you enjoyed it!

Today was the first free day you’ve had in a while. Work and school have taken up most of your time, that you haven’t been able to see your boyfriend Donggeon in a month. With his schedule and your schedule, you rarely had time to see one another, but you’re going to use this rare free day to go see him. Earlier you had texted Jisu to see where he was, and when he told you that they were all at the company, you decided to make your way there.

Stopping by a nearby café, you went in to grab some pastries for all the boys, making sure to grab Donggeon’s favorite. Making your way to the company, pastries in hand, you walk with a skip in your step, excited that you finally get to see Donggeon after so long. When you make it to the company, you text Jisu to see where they’re at. After reading his response, you make your way up to the practice room, unable to hide your wide smile. Approaching the door to the practice room, you can hear the sounds of their new song playing. TOO were getting ready for their comeback, which was why you wanted to get them a little something sweet to eat, to reward them for their hard work.

Through the clear door, you have a good view of Donggeon’s backside; he’s having a conversation with Jerome. Using this as chance to come in, you silently open the door, and put your finger to your lips when Woonggi looks at you with confusion. By now, everyone but Donggeon has realized your presence. To make your presence known to him, you creep up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. Donggeon slightly jumps in your arms and when he comes to the realization that it’s you, the reaction he gives you is not what you were expecting. He gently unravels your arms from his body and turns around to coldly ask you, “What’re you doing here?” Pouting at his response, you lift up the bags of pastries, “Today’s my free day, and I wanted to see you, so I came to bring you guys some treats.” Handing over the bag of pastries to Jaeyun, the other boys come rushing to get their sweets, mumbling their thank you’s as they stuff their faces, while Donggeon stands in front of you, a look on his face that you can’t decipher. You sweetly place the slice of cake that you picked out for Donggeon in his hands. Instead of thanking you with a kiss like he usually does, he silently takes it and goes to sit down with the others.

Following suit, you sit down next to Donggeon and wrap your arms around him, while laying your head on his shoulder. He shrugs your head off his shoulder and scoots closer to Chan, breaking your embrace. Making eye contact with Jisu, you give him a look of confusion, motioning towards Donggeon, but he only responds with a shrug, not knowing what was wrong with him either. Scooting closer to Donggeon, you cup his face with your hand, you caress his cheek with your thumb, you quietly ask him, “Are you okay?” Instead of answering your question, he pushes away your hand and says to you, “Can you stop touching me? It’s annoying.” he sighs, “Look Y/n, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but we’re really busy, can you just go?”

Gawking at him, you respond, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see my boyfriend, who I haven’t seen in a month, but obviously my presence isn’t wanted.” Getting up from your spot, you turn towards the rest of the group, “I hope you guys liked the pastries I brought you. I’m sorry if I interrupted your practice. Please make sure you guys get some proper rest, and with that being said, I’ll see myself out.” You hastily make your out the practice room, tears threatening to fall. Aggressively pushing the down button to the elevator, you hear your name being called out. Sadly, it’s not the one person you wanted it to be.

“Y/n, wait up.” Jisu makes his way to you, engulfing you in a hug. You force yourself not to cry in his chest, not wanting to appear pathetic. After pulling away from the hug, he says to you, “You know he didn’t mean any of that. He’s just taking the comeback so seriously that it’s all that he can focus on. Why don’t you go back home and get some rest, it’s your first day off in a while. I’ll talk to hyung and make sure he apologizes to you.” You don’t bother to say anything to him as you get on the elevator.

The trip back to your house felt like an eternity. Woonggi had sent you a quick text saying, “srry hyung is being a big meanie. I hope you’re not sad.” You didn’t bother to respond, but instead texted Kangmin and told him what went down. He told you he was going to call you when you got him, but when you did get home, you didn’t bother to tell him.

Plopping down on your bed, you finally let the tears go. It was the first time Donggeon had ever acted this way with you and you hated it. He always told you that he was okay with you being clingy, heck, he even told you that he loved it. It just made no sense to you for him to act so harshly towards you, even if he was stressed out from the comeback. For the next hour, you can’t help but replay the whole scenario in your head again, and when your phone alerts you of a new message, you quickly go to check if it was from Donggeon. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, but fortunately, it was Kangmin.

“U home?” Sending him a quick yes, you wait for his call to come. You hesitate to pick up the call when you see that he’s calling you, but decide to answer it anyways.

“Okay, do I have to kick his butt?” Is the first thing you hear.

“Kangmin.” You whine, dragging out his name. You wanted to have a serious conversation with him, not this.

“Okay, okay. There will be no butt kicking…yet. But anyways, how are you?” he genuinely asks.

“I don’t know. I’m sad and confused. It’s been a month since we’ve last saw each other and the first thing he says to me is that I’m annoying. Jisu says it’s because he’s too focused on their upcoming comeback, but I don’t think that’s it.” Sniffling, you go to grab a tissue.

“Oh Y/n sweetie, you’re not annoying. Maybe Jisu is right, maybe the comeback is stressing Donggeon out, but…” He fails to complete his sentence, which makes you slightly concerned.

“But what Kangmin?” You urge him to continue.

“I don’t know if I have the right to say this, but…I just think that you guys have been pretty distant lately. From what we’ve talked about, you guys have barely seen each other, let alone talk to one another.” Thinking about it, Kangmin did have a point. School and work took up most of your time, and Donggeon had to focus on his career that you two rarely had time for each other. Sure, you texted each other every day, though you did begin to realize that Donggeon’s messages began to get shorter, but you couldn’t even remember the last time the two of you went out on a date. You couldn’t believe that you didn’t realize it sooner that your relationship was slowly deteriorating.

Fresh, hot tears quickly began to run down your face. “Uh, Y/n? Are you still there?” Attempting to rid the bile from your throat, you respond, “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. I just got lost in thought, that’s all. But Kangmin, you’re right, we have been distant lately, and I just feel like we’re both not giving this relationship 100% effort.”

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, but just talk to him, yeah? I know how much you like him, and I want you guys to work out, but I don’t like you being sad.” Kangmin was a friend you treasured so much because of moments like this. He was always willing to listen to you and be there for you when you needed someone. “Thank you, Kangmin. I’ll make sure to talk to him later; I think for now, I need a nap.” Before ending the call, he makes sure that you’re okay once more, and tells you to get some rest. Placing your phone down, you get comfortable in your bed and decide that you were going to talk to Donggeon that night. Eventually you let your exhaustion overcome you and you take a nice nap.

Once you had woken up to your nap, you checked your phone for any new messages. There was one, and it was from Donggeon.

“Can I come over later?” Sent an hour ago. Letting him know that he could, you get up and go freshen yourself up. Laughing at your reflection when you see what kind of mess you are.

It turns out that you didn’t have to wait long for later to come because 10 minutes after you responded to Donggeon, he was already knocking at your door. As you opened your door, you are met with the sight of a stressed out Donggeon running his fingers through his hair. Stepping aside, you motion for him to come in and when you turn around after closing the door, he says to you, “I’m sorry.” Not saying anything, you let him continue, “I shouldn’t have been so cold to you earlier today. You didn’t deserve it.” He chooses to ignore the, “Yeah, I didn’t.” mumbled out by you and continues on,

“I should properly explain myself to you. It’s just that, it’s been so long since we’ve last seen each other, since we’ve last acted like a couple, and I just thought that if I put enough distance between us, that it’d make everything easier. That’d it be easier for me to handle not being able to see you, to hug you, or to kiss you all the time, but instead I managed to hurt your feelings, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

Muttering a quick, “idiot,” you walk up to Donggeon and gently lay a hand on his face, lifting it up so you could meet his eyes. “If you really thought that putting distance between us was going to help make it better, then you are completely wrong. Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up. Just tell me how to fix it.” Sighing, you let your hand drop from his face and gather him in an embrace, stuffing your face into his chest, “You made me sad and made me miss out on cuddles, it’s going to take a lot to make this up to me. I say, we cuddle all night and watch movies until you have to go back to the boys.” Donggeon chuckles at your suggestion, “Oh and next time, please talk to me about things like this. I want this, us to work, and for it to work we need to communicate. So promise me this, promise me that you’ll talk to me whenever you have a concern.” You lift your head from his chest and hold out your pinky finger. He hooks his pinky finger with yours, stamping your thumbs together.

“Promise.”

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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can’t argue with that

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper x abilities! female reader

Warning: mentions of abuse and torture on you from experiments, curse words, did not re read

Specifics: angst, comedy, romance, one-shot, abilities reader, race neutral reader

People: jim hopper, your mother, mkultra

Words: 1,808

Request: By anon Hi! Could you please write something about Hopper x reader ? They were best friends at school, and one day the reader was kidnapped because her mother was part of the MKUltra program (now she came back at Hawkins and has powers) with prompt #18: "did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" prompt #22: “I love you”, and prompt #33: “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” Thanks ! (The Hunger Games anon who loves your way of writing !)

Prompts:

18 - “did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

22 - “I love you”

33 - “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this”

Authors Note: hey guys i did not re read this srry. i luv all ur guys requests and this is my first time writing hopper so i hope u guys like this. this is taken more in the first season cuz thats where we learn about the secret crap of hawkins. also i made the reader in here have shape shifting powers so like mistique powers.

You colored in your notebook as you twitched around in your seat. Itching for the school bell to ring and for school to be over with. You smiled as you drew a heart next to the name Jim Hopper, your fellow classmate. There was nothing going on between you high school teens except that you two were best friends. You were always there for him and he was always there for you when your mother wasn’t. Your mother had a job that she seemed to care more about than you. You were always lonely and left behind but Jim made sure you were always with him and happy.

And you were.

Finally, as if the two minutes remaining were for centuries, the bell rang. You got up and started packing your book bag until you felt a tug from behind you and then you were lifted off the ground my two strong arms. You gave a shriek as Jim lifted you lightly off the ground and twirled you, chuckling into your ear.

“Jim! What the heck?” You playfully smacked his arm.

“Oh my god you should of seen your face!” He bent over laughing, clutching his stomach.

“You’re the worst!”

Jim raised his eyebrow, creating a smirk on his face. “You know you love me though.”

You pouted, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“What are you drawing?” Jim asked as he inched closer to your notebook. He put his hands on the pages and tried to take a peak but you closed the book on his hands. “Whats in there?”

“Nothing,” you tried to pry it away from his hands but he would not let go. You pulled and pulled but realized how strong he was. “Jim I’m not playing. Give it back.”

“Why? Is this your diary? Oooh is it about Scott Clarke?”

You gagged, “In your dreams.”

“No y/n those aren’t dreams, those are nightmares.”

“Jim just give it back!”

“No not until you tell me whats inside you’re trying to hide.”

“Oh my god is that Joyce Byers?” You looked shocked pointing behind Jim. You knew Jim had a crush on Joyce and so he quickly turned around, granting you the pass to snatch your book back.

“You liar.” Jim grumbled taking out a cigarette.

You placed your notebook in your back pack and walked alongside Jim pulling the cigarette from his mouth. “Not in here mister.”

Jim everyday would walk you home from school. He felt it was not safe to have you walking around with no one to protect you.

Those were the moments you treasured. He acted in a way as if he did truly love you but you felt afraid. Did he love you as a friend or something more? You two were the perfect combination. He was the laid back, big dude and you were the up tight, keeping things in order gal. It was the perfect. It was like a harmony.

“Anyways I’ll catch up with you later,” Jim led you to your door step giving you a kiss on the cheek like all those other times. Every time he did it you wished it was on your lips.

“Thanks Hop again for dropping me off.”

Jim placed his hand on your arm. His body towering over yours because of his height. “You know you don’t have to thank me everyday for this. I love to walk with you and drop you off even if you’re sometimes b*tchy.”

You gasped, “I think someone should look in the mirror.” You chuckled.

Jim waved to you and left you with your heart thumping sporadically. You were in love.

You walked into your empty, lonely house, your mother still at work. You were going to take a nap but you heard a knock on your door.

“Oh my god Jim go away I do not have pizza in my fridge,” you grinned as you opened the door to reveal an unknown man at your door all in black. Before you could do anything he grabbed you and injected something in you that made you unconscious.

You woke up being pulled by two men. You looked at your surroundings and it looked like jail or a lab. You wore a hospital gown. In the distance you could hear people screaming. Your heart was beating faster every minute as these men carried you. You were so weak. You tried fighting them but they were too powerful. Your mouth opened wide to produce screams. You shouted and turned trying to free yourself.

They threw you into a room and as they closed the door you saw your mother standing nearby crossing her arms.

“Mom,” you ran to the door banging on it as it was locked.

Who knew you were going to get kidnapped that day. And who knew it was by your mother.

Your body stung and ached all over. You tried running away. From them from the nightmares, the memories. You screamed as you shot up, sweat running down your face. “Mom!”

Somebody was there for you. Getting a hold of you. The couch dipped down as the person sat across from you, grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Let me go! I’m not your experiment anymore! You can’t control me!” You tried to break away from the grasp as you had your eyes closed.

“Its me! Its me! Y/n-”

Your e/c eyes opened wide to see a familiar face. Suddenly, all of the past came to you. “Jim?” You touched his face, feeling his facial hair and being overwhelmed with seeing him again. He looked so grown now.

“Its me sweetheart.” He paused, “did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” Hopper smiled as he rubbed your hands that were on his.

Tears swelled up in your eyes and your lips quivered. “I thought I would of never seen you again.” You embraced him. Tears hitting his jacket as you sobbed into his neck.

Hopper pulled in closer to you and held your back. He held on tightly, afraid that if he let go you would be gone like that fateful day. “I got you. You’re okay.”

Wiping you tears you sat beside him with his arm still on your back, “how did you find me? I shape shift.”

“Took us a long time but we ended up tracking up down and connecting you with a recent case. We have this young girl with powers that we’re looking for and its all connected with you, everything.”

“They took me Jim! They took me. Those men and my mother. My mother was working for the bad guys. She made me do terrible things. I’m sorry. I’m sorry this happened to me.” You shook again, crying.

Hopper knew you were damaged and you were hurt. You were stuck in that hell hole for who knows how many years. Never seeing the sun, never having friends, love, nothing. You never lived a life. “I know, I know. But its okay now cause you’re here with me.”

You shook your head, “you don’t understand Jim. They are always watching. They made me have these stupid powers so I could fight for them. I’ve killed so many people. I’m a monster.” You stood up and walked to Hopper’s door.

“What the h*ll are you doing?”

“I can’t do this to you. What if they hurt you? What if I hurt you?”

“Y/n you can’t think like that. Nothings gonna happen-” He motioned over to you kindly, soft, like if meeting a puppy. Someone fragile.

“But what if something does happen. I could never live with myself. I rather be abused and tortured for all those years again than to have you hurt.”

“Nothings gonna happen to me okay, now will you just sit down and we can talk this through,” he pointed to his couch. His voice going higher with demand. He didn’t like talking to you this way but he had a temper and all he wanted was you safe.

“I’m sorry Jim,” you opened the door about to leave. You shape shifted into another woman looking completely different than you.

“If you leave you’re going to prove to them that you are indeed really the monster that they created. You are choosing their side.”

“Its not that simple. These people are bad. I know this. I don’t want you hurt-”

“Then why’d you come back?” He rested his hands on his belt.

“Why?”

“Yeah. Why’d you come back to Hawkins then? Its a simple question.”

“But its not a simple answer. I don’t know why I came back,” your eyes traveled down to the floor.

“You’re lying.”

“No I’m not,” you two bickered like when you were teens.

“Yeah you are. I know you y/n so well. You came here for a reason.”

You walked up to Hopper, getting on your tippi toes like when you two were young. “Listen here none of this is your business.”

“Don’t talk to me when you look like that. Its not you.”

You pouted.

“Change.” Hopper ordered. “I want to hear the real you say this.”

Finally you shifted back into your real form. How you really looked. “What do you want to hear Jim?”

“The reason.”

“Fine I came back for you! Okay, is that what you want to hear? I came back for you. I had to see you at least one last time. I had to.”

The air was silent as Hopper clenched his fists. You felt you were done talking so you tried to leave again.

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this,” his voice was low, almost sad.

“Like I said its not that simple. Its easier if we go our own ways and maybe never see each-”

“Do you love me?” Hopper asked all of a sudden, biting his lip in anticipation.

You almost chocked as you hear his question. Your eyes widened as you stuttered. “Jim, you know I care deeply for you and you know I would do anything for you-”

With a jump in his step Hopper came closer, “I’m not asking that. Its a yes or no. I’m asking you y/n, if you love me? Yes or no?” His hands flew to your cheeks and you looked deeply into his eyes.

Taking a gulp you straightened your posture and put your hands on his hands. With a shaky breath you whispered to Hopper, “... I love you.”

“You know you love me,” he giggled as he leaned in closer to you. “Can I kiss you?”

A tear fell down your cheek and you realized you couldn’t live without Hopper. You needed to be with him. You needed him in your life, to protect you. To make up for lost time.

You brought Hopper’s head closer, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years ago

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE (Destroyer fic)

Request: just watched Destroyr too nd I'm thirsty for a fic nd saw you're taking requests from it. Can you do a fic where chris goes undercover with the reader instead with erin and when the Russian Roulette shit happens the reader does something to stop it nd chris confronts her later or smthng || idk it's a messy request sorry. || Pls make it anon??? || lol srry XOXO

Pairing: Chris x reader (Destroyer)

Genre: angsty (?) idk how to describe it

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Warnings: not actual spoilers (that's a warning), tension, makeout, language

A/N: first of, I feel like I should make this clear again THIS DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS BUT IT IS BASED ON A PART OF A SCENE OF THE MOVIE. Also, DAMN I enjoyed writing this. Also, it soothed the pain caused by the movie (thanks Nicole Kidman, you lovely human being, for destroying my heart). Anyway, enjoy <3.

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I lay down on the sofa, giving Chris a brief glance to check on him. A while ago, I could have just asked him since all the party noise would have covered our voices, but it all had gotten really quiet.

People had slowly left, and in the house there were just a few people left. Silas, sitting on the armchair; Petra and that other girl, checking their messed up makeup in the mirror; Toby, playing some random video game; Chris, sat right behind Toby, and Arturo, who was coming my way in the moment.

"look what I found" he shook the pack of beers on his right hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

"reinforcements" I extended my hand for him to give me one. "nice, I needed it" I opened the one he gave me and took a sip.

When Arturo made a hesitant attempt to sit besides me, I moved my leg for him to have more room. "looking gorgeous today, Y/n" he said, half cuddling me.

Arturo was kind of pinning over me, I knew it. I sometimes, if I was in a playful mood, would lead him on. He knew I 'was with Chris' —even though we weren't actually together—, so there was nothing else apart from teasing and light flirting.

Chris, however, to pretend, most of the times would play the jealous boyfriend card, but right now he was distracted.

There was someone who was noticing it, though. Silas had his eyes on us, and, if I only had noticed it before, I would have stopped.

But I hadn't.

I jumped at the loud thud that sounded right besides me. When I turned to it, I saw a small gun on the floor.

"Arturo" Silas called the boy besides him. He tilted his head to the gun with a sick smile on his face. "let's see if your time has come?"

The room, now silent, was filled with anxiety and tension.

I tried playing it cool, but the fear in my eyes gave me away. I knew I was being too obvious when Chris decided to intervene.

"fuck it, Arturo" he said carelessly, not looking at anyone, but at the joint he had just rolled. "don't do it" he added, lighting up the joint before giving it a puff.

"it's none of your business Chris" Chris replied at Silas' statement with a gesture of indifference while he let out the smoke. "C'mon Arturo, grow a pair. Don't wanna play?"

I knew things were about to get worse than expected when Arturo got up and grabbed the gun from the floor.

"there he goes" Silas commented, letting out a dark chuckle. "c'mon, come here and look at me in the eye."

I stole a glance at Chris, who was subtly staring at me with almost unnoticeable nervousness in his eyes.

"Wait" all of them turned to me. "he doesn't wanna do it." before Silas could protest, I gave him a knowing smirk "doesn't have what it takes"

"sweetheart, it's done" Silas made himself more comfortable before looking at Arturo again. "someone gotta play now, so go ahead"

I wasn't going to allow that to happen.

"I wanna play." I stated, standing up. "and I definitely got what it takes" I made my way to then, noticing how Chris' breath hitched, making him swallow the smoke and causing him to cough. "c'mon give me the gun"

Arturo gave me the gun, not before looking at Silas for approval. "Okay sweetheart" the man sitting before me let out a chuckle. "same rules. Gun against your head and eyes on me"

"Silas, c'mon" Petra, who had stayed silent until then, spoke with a trembling voice. "don't- babe, let's drop it."

"Nope, babydoll" the man replied. "c'mon Y/n, make the roulette spin, will you?" it took me a second, but I managed to made the cylinder spin without looking at it. "atta girl."

"baby, quit it" I heard Chris voice, but I didn't really listen to it. "leave it, c'mon" I took a deep, shaky breath, and, when I felt my eyes watering, I pulled the trigger. "Y/n!"

Nothing happened.

I exhaled, tossing the gun to the floor and shutting my eyes. "Y/n, sweetheart, you're nuts." Silas started to laugh, giving me a surprised look. "it was loaded. You can't let people tell you what to do like that" everyone started to chuckle lightly too.

"it has three bullets inside" I turned to Chris, who was holding the gun with the cylinder open. "holy fuck" he managed to feign a laugh and I exited the room, feeling my whole body shaking.

"Chris, go get your crazy girl" Silas said, not able to stop laughing. "go and fuck, she'll calm down!"

I heard heavy steps behind me before a large hand grabbed my forearm, dragging me into a dark room. "what were you thinking" Chris hissed, shutting the door. "what the fucking hell, Y/n?"

"he-" I chewed my lip harsh enough to draw blood, while my back rested against the wall. "there was three bullets, you said it yourself. I knew there was a trick."

"so what?!" he hit the wall besides me, taking a shaky breath "it was damn obvious there was a fucking trick. That's not a reason for you to play the Russian fucking Roulette"

"what if he had killed himself?" I asked, hugging myself in a vain attempt to refrain my goosebumps.

"better him than you"

"Silas gave him the gun because of me. 'cause he was flirting with me" I explained "I didn't want his death in my conscience" I replied, gripping my forearms.

"yeah? Well I didn't want a bullet in your fucking skull and I almost got it" he bit back, choking on the last few words. "do something like that again and you're out"

"you can't fucking do that" I stated. "we're undercover, you can't make me leave."

"fuckin' bet, baby" he growled, trying to pass by me and open the door. He couldn't, though since I put myself between him and the door. "move your ass out of my way, Y/n"

"you really wanted one of the criminals we're chasing to get killed?"

"I swear to fucking God Y/n-"

"Tell me" I shoved him back for him to get away from the door "that you wouldn't have done something like that if you thought it was the right thing to do" when he, instead of replying, growled under his breath with his eyes on the ceiling, I repeated, "fuckin' tell me you wouldn't-"

We heard the door's lock clicking open and I panicked, afraid someone might have heard us.

"fuck"

I took a glance at the door, which was being opened.

"shit" When I turned to Chris again, I barely had time to process that he, with his hands gripping my hips, was backing me against the wall before hurriedly crashing his lips against mines.

"Hey guys- Okay" Toby stood there, holding onto the door frame, for a long minute, watching us making out. "they're fine!" he yelled, turning back to the room where everyone was. "I think they're gonna fuck!- sorry for the interruption, I'll give you some... Privacy"

With that, the door closed again and we were left alone in the dark. It was only when we were sure we were safe, that Chris let go of me.

We stood close to each other, breathing heavily. From my current angle, the moonlight made the tears in his face gleam.

Those tears that I didn't even know were there. Those tears that kept running down his cheeks nonstop.

"what are you fucking looking..."

He went silent when my arms wrapped around him, gripping the back of his jacket with both of my hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry" I whispered. "but I don't regret it. It was the right thing to do. Arturo didn't deserve that shit, you know it"

"you didn't either" he circled my hips, pulling me flush against him, like I was going to banish. "Goddammit, Y/n. You didn't either" he muffled a brief sob by burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. "God fucking damnit."

"nothing happened, Chris" I mumbled in a shaky breath, bringing him impossibly closer to me. "I'm fine"

"you scared the shit out of me" he muttered under his breath, letting himself rest against me. "I was so fucking terrified-"

"we're alright" I whispered, pulling away to wipe his tears.

After a beat of silence, he leaned on me an planted a tender, careful kiss on my lips. And it was easy to tell that this one wasn't feigned. This one had Chris' actual feelings on it.

"what was that?" I muttered, slightly confused.

"two weeks deep into this and you already put your life on the line three times" he explained with his jaw clenched. "I'll better come clean 'bout my feelings before you do something stupid and get yourself killed." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "you... Don't have to- we can just keep pretending, it's fine with me" he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of my jacket. "but, just in case, I needed you to know"

I nodded again without letting any word escape my lips. He waited for an answer that didn't come, and after a few seconds, he cleared his throat again and walked to the bed.

I frowned at him sitting on it. "we should wait a bit." he explained "they think we're fucking so-"

"it's gonna make it more complicated" I blurted out, half wining because, damn, I wanted to be with him. To actually be with him.

"why?" he questioned, resting his elbows over his thighs. "because we'll get too attached? Because we'll get hurt if something happens to the other?"

Those questions made me angry because they were, in fact, the reasons I was going to give him. Now that he had said them out loud, I realized they were stupid reasons.

We were already too attached to each other. We would get hurt anyway if something happened to one another.

"Y/n, I need you to say something"

I walked to him, sat on his lap, and caressed both of his cheeks with my hands. "Okay. Let's do this" I replied, pulling him into a kiss that was, by no means, meant to be rough, but ended up being it.

"Listen" he pulled away for an instant to take off his jacket and mine. "don't you fucking dare to play the Russian Roulette ever again."

"Okay" I pulled the tee off my body and tossed it to the floor. "I won't"

"promise you won't do anything stupid" he demanded, leaning to kiss my jaw, just to pull away to throw his shirt besides mine.

"I promise"

"Good" he cupped my cheeks, bringing me closer to kiss my lips. "cause I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay undercover if something happens to your reckless ass"

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ryntaia · 8 years ago

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Shuake where they have an argument and Akechi goes full on asshole mode and instantly regrets it, thinks Akira will hate him forever and leave like everyone else so Akira gotta smooth those ruffled feathers lmao at the end he's just like "dude plz I've seen you throw your worst tantrum already & you're a jerk but I still love you

Okay anon sorry this one took too long, I got really into it hahaha! It got a little bleak and depressing at the beginning but it gets super sweet and stuff near the end! Hope you enjoy!

And pssh you be quiet it doesn’t sound dumb at all.

Akechi couldn’t decide how long he had been living up in this solitary attic, staring out the window morosely and wishing it would all go away. Watching his past replay before his eyes, hearing the sound of the gunshots that had rung out and the many anguishing hours that had passed as he sat there across from his own dead body with a bullet lodged firmly in his side. Feeling as his life faded away, as his Personas clamored for a solution inside of him, as his visor faded away to thick and messy brown hair flecked with blood. As his body seemed to move on its own into a small cell with walls that held a faint glow that he couldn’t stand to look at. Feeling as he was uncomfortably lifted, taken away from that unknown dark blue prison, waking up in an attic with a group of people surrounding him.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip. He hated all their eyes on him, each and every member of the group he had betrayed. The conflict was clear in their eyes and the betrayal was apparent in their tone. They spoke with a familiar cadence, comparing him to them, never forgetting what he had done but somehow acting like they understood him and how he was feeling. He had just zoned out mercilessly and stared with dead eyes at the wall, nodded every now and then to placate them.

They had pulled him out of something called a ‘Velvet Room’, not that Akechi could figure what that was. He hadn’t much of any idea what had happened in the last few months and no one was keen to fully fill him in yet. He knew they didn’t trust him—he didn’t trust them either. He was just sitting here staring blanking out the window waiting for the day when one of them brought their gun in and took him out. Or went into his mind and did what he had done to them…

��No, he admitted painfully, they wouldn’t do that. The Phantom Thieves were not the murderers that he had so precisely and painstakingly worked to profile them as. They made to change hearts, not destroy them. Not like he had. It made him wonder, had he known about the Treasures and their effect two years prior, if he would’ve followed the same path as them. Probably not. He hadn’t had a light to guide him like they did. They had Akira Kurusu to exert that comforting authority to assure them that their petty vengeance would give them nothing.

And Akechi had nothing. Just an empty cup of coffee and a window to stare out of while they waited for him to recuperate. As if he would ever do that. He knew he was just waiting out the clock to see his own sins paid in kind.

He jumped slightly when he felt a hand over his own; looking down, he saw the slate gray eyes of Kurusu. No, he remembered, the boy had demanded to be called Akira. Like they were friends or something. Like you could really be friends with someone who took a gun to your forehead without a second thought. But he could play Akira’s game, he could do it as long as the other boy wanted to, because he knew it was all going to backfire on him in the end—

“Goro. The team got you something.”

Akechi looked up slightly, uninterested, at the box that Akira held in his hands. He tried to squash the small feeling of hope in his stomach, the flare of warmth that spread through his chest when Akira referred to him by his first name. No one had ever done that since his mother had died. He had always been Akechi—there had been no Goro. That was a person who was hidden under shade after shade of Akechi’s immaculate grooming and lies, impossible to reach with even the most desperate of measures. Yet somehow here he was, being called Goro by another person, that person having finally reached Goro.

He studied the other boy as his thin, practiced fingers unwrapped the small box. Akira had attracted his attention from the beginning. Akechi wasn’t sure why. It was not like he had walked up to the boy knowing that Akira was the leader of the Phantom Thieves. No, it was more like there was something in Akira’s eyes. There was a statement there, underneath the messy hair and slightly askew glasses. There was a person that he was refusing to let other people see and it reflected in those slate gray eyes. Perhaps, the detective mused, that was why he let himself become so fragile in front of Akira. Perhaps that was why he felt to pieces because of Akira. Perhaps that was why Akira, of all people, got to meet and be around ‘Goro’.

He restrained a snort. As if it was some kind of prize to be around Goro.

“You want me to cut you a slice?”

“Huh?” Akechi looked up from his musings; the black haired boy had finished unwrapping the box. He let his eyes wander across the presentation—he supposed it was supposed to make him feel happy but it just brought bile to his throat. A cake. An immaculate, perfect little vanilla cake with a mocha frosting and the words ‘Get Well Soon’ scrawled across it in red frosting. It made him sick, made him disgusted, made him angry, made him…

….it made him feel bad.

As if he couldn’t control his own body, Akechi’s arm swiftly sweeped out and smacked the cake to the ground. It smashed against the ground, the frosting splattering all over the ground. The red text and the brown icing seemed to smush together, mixing and becoming a vomit inducing mess. The vanilla cake itself crumbled across the floor. Akira stared at the gift on the ground with wide, almost shocked eyes, and for a moment a rush of fear and horror ran through Akechi.

He didn’t know why he felt it. He had expressed exactly how he felt about the stupid cake and the stupid sentiments of those stupid people. And yet sitting here with Akira in front of him, looking almost crestfallen at the clearly homemade cake smashed against the floorboards, a rush of self-loathing and fear induced nausea rose in Akechi’s stomach. He suddenly felt almost as if he could vomit all over the other boy—as if Akira needed another reason to hate him.

As if he ever liked you to begin with, you self indulgent waste.

It wasn’t until Akira’s slate gray eyes locked onto the detective that Akechi realized he had said that out loud. Body trembling slightly, his mouth immediately curled into a defensive sneer. This self defeating habit he was frequently returning to thanks to these kids, the urge to drive them away by sneer and yelling and spitting and screaming and throwing a tantrum. To make them go AWAY, to make them hate him, to make them give up so he could die already.

“Do you get it now?” He said, his own voice ringing in his ears. “Are you ready to give up already and accept that you hate me?”

Akira was silent for a moment—because when wasn’t the boy silent, really—then his arm darted forward to hook around the back of Akechi’s neck and draw the brunette closer to him. Immediately Akechi felt his body freeze up, as if his blood as turned to pure ice and his skin to solid stone. He didn’t know what to DO. Akira had yet to pull a stunt like this. So he was just left with his nose buried awkwardly against the bespectacled teen’s broad shoulder, red eyes wide with confusion.

“Do you really think….” Akira whispered into the brunette’s ear as one of his thumbs comfortingly massaged the detective’s chestnut brown hair. “…that you throwing a cake on the ground is going to make me hate you? I’ve seen you at your worst. I’ve seen you at the end of your gun and I’ve seen you at the end of your sanity. And I don’t care. There’s nothing you can do to make me stop caring about you whether you like it or not, Goro.”

Shivers ran across Akechi’s entire body.

Only, he realized, it wasn’t shivers.

It was sobs.

He stayed there for what felt like hours, clinging to the other boy in a way he had never clung to anyone else. His fingers dug into the fabric of the Shujin Academy uniform as he held himself closer to Akira, head burying against the black jacket as he emptied his sorrows onto the other boy. Throughout the entire tantrum, as long as it may have lasted, Akira sat with him with one hand petting comfortingly across the detective’s hair. He didn’t need to ask when had been the last time Goro Akechi had let himself feel his true emotions and release his true sorrows. It was clear in that moment that it hadn’t been in years.

“I-I…I…you…” He managed through hiccups. He wasn’t even sure if it was his state that was ruining his speech right now and preventing him from saying it, or if it was his own nerves. But it didn’t matter.

“I know. I do too.” Akira held Akechi tighter, almost possessively. “But next time, don’t mess up the cake. Ann and Morgana spent a long time working on it with me.”

And to his surprise, Akechi found he could still let out a shaky laugh at the idea of the cat, the model, and Akira making a silly cake for him. Somehow, it made everything feel a little less bleak. His fingers had loosened their grip on Akira’s jacket as his eyes lidded, anger washed away with his tears and hatred purged with his sobs. Somehow, SOMEHOW, after such a long time…

Goro Akechi felt like maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all.

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hotchnerfuckmeup · 8 years ago

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Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1,702

Request: yes! Leave requests here.

Warnings: angst - not a happy ending im so srry babes

Summary: @winterladybr asked: "Don't Test Me" was sooo good ❤ Do you write anything other than smut? If you do, can I get one where the reader and Hotch were dating when he decided to get into Witness Protection, and he broke up with her because of it and she didn't get to tell him that she's pregnant? Thanks !!! 😘

Anon asked: Can you do one where Aaron and the reader have a baby

A/N: I am currently only on season 6 of the show, so if there is any information about Jack’s stalker wrong, please forgive me. I did as much research about it as I could so I hope everything is correct/makes sense.

These requests were similar, so I combined them. I know this isn’t really a good way to fulfill the request of the anon, but that just means that maybe this story should continue.

I’ll make this into a multi-fic only if I’m asked to. The ending is unhappy so if it gets good feedback, I might continue. Just let me know if you want more and a happy ending, but really, that’s ultimately up to me to decide.

You sighed at the sight of the two blue lines. Of course, you were happy, but there was too much on your mind.

You’ve been dating Aaron for a long time, almost three years, there’s no doubt he’ll be happy, too... Right?

Get it together, Y/N, you thought to yourself. He was going to be home any minute from Jack’s soccer game, so you needed to get rid of the pregnancy test as soon as possible.

Quickly, you tossed the test and its box into the garbage can, even lifting up some older trash to shove it further down. You wanted to make sure you were 100% indeed pregnant before you said anything to Hotch. You were sure he’d be happy and excited, but you didn’t want to tell him and give him any false hope if it turned out you weren’t actually pregnant. So to play it safe, you would go to the doctor and get everything checked out.

Two minutes later, you were on the phone with JJ, explaining the situation.

“Well, drug store tests aren’t always completely reliable,” she told you.

“I know. That’s why I want to go to the doctor, but I really don’t want to go alone,” you replied, chewing on your fingernails while pacing back and forth. Aaron and Jack could walk through that door any minute.

“I really think you shouldn’t worry about it and talk to Hotch, he’d be excited, you more than anyone should know that,” JJ said.

“It’s not his reaction to the baby I’m worried about.” You thought for a second before letting out a sigh and admitting what it really was that was scaring you. “It’s Scratch.” You could hear JJ’s breath hitch at the name. “Aaron’s had his suspicions and I don’t want him to worry about another child.”

“Y/N,” JJ started, but that’s when you heard the front door open.

“I’m sorry, I need to go. I’ll call you when the appointment is set up,” you said quickly before hanging up the phone.

“Y/N!” Aaron’s voice boomed through the house. “Go to your room, Jack,” you heard him tell his son.

“Everything alright?” you asked, giving him a peck on the cheek and giving Jack a pat on the head as he ran passed you to his bedroom.

“I thought so,” Aaron said, loosening his tie. He looked worn out and worried.

“What is it?” you asked, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table for him to sit. Once he did, you sat in the seat across from him.

“I saw Peter Lewis there today,” he said, rubbing his face in defeat. Mr. Scratch.

“At the soccer game?” you asked, your heart race speeding up. All Aaron did was nod, his demeanor defeated.

“You’ve got to tell your team. They can help you, we could-”

“Enough Y/N,” he shouted over you. You jumped, unable to look at him. “I want you to stay out of this,” he said quietly, getting up from his chair and making his way to the room you share. You couldn’t help but feel angry at his sudden cold shoulder. You love him and Jack more than anything in the world and it suddenly felt like the feeling wasn’t mutual anymore.

Stop jumping to conclusions, you thought to yourself. He loves you, too, there’s no denying it.

You picked your cell phone back up and called the doctor to make the appointment.

Tuesday afternoon was the only the doctor could fit you in, so you called JJ and let her know when to come pick you up.

The weekend consisted of Aaron continuing to give you the cold shoulder and telling Jack to stay in his room as much as possible. The only conversations you had with him usually consisted of asking about his day and him giving you short answers before turning on the TV. You felt utterly alone, and you planned to let him know as soon as you knew about whether or not you were actually pregnant.

JJ picked you up from your house while Aaron was out getting groceries.

“You ready?” she asked when you got in the car.

“Do I have a choice?” you replied with a sigh.

The fifteen minutes to the doctor’s office was a quiet drive, but you preferred it that way.

“Everything’s going to be okay, you know?” JJ told you while you waited for the results. You were sat on the tall, uncomfortable bed while she stood next to you holding your hand.

“But what if he’s right? What if Scratch really is gonna try to hurt him again, or Jack? He wouldn’t be happy about another kid coming into his life, he’d just be scared for it, too,” you said, your eyes beginning to water. You couldn’t handle the thought of losing Aaron or Jack or the baby that might’ve been growing inside of you.

“Alrighty Ms. Y/L/N. I have some good news. You are in fact, pregnant,” the doctor said after she walked into the door. “About twelve weeks to be exact. We need to get you on prenatal vitamins and set out a diet plan for you-”

Slowly, you tuned out the words coming from your doctor’s mouth and instead thought about Aaron and what he was going to think. Instantly your mind whirled, wondering if you were having a boy or a girl and what you wanted to name him or her. Which room in your house would have to become the nursery? How excited was Jack going to react to the news he was going to be a big brother? Would you have to take on the role of stay at home mom?

So many - too many - questions raced through your mind, making it hard for you to concentrate on anything the doctor was saying. Despite being nervous about your boyfriend’s reaction, you couldn’t help but feel excited about the tiny human being living inside of you, knowing you loved it with every fiber of your being and feeling your heart race at the fact that it was all yours and Aaron’s. You were going to be parents together.

“So I will see you in two weeks for a follow up,” the doctor said. She shook your hand.

“Thank you,” JJ said for you since you were still a bit far from reality. Once the doctor left the room, you finally smiled for the first time that day.

“I’m going to be a mother,” you said to JJ.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” she replied with a smile. A single tear rolled down your cheek and you hugged her, thanking her for coming with you. “Of course. You know, Hotch is really lucky to have you.”

“Thank you. I’m lucky to have him, too.”

“Well, why don’t I take you home and you can tell him the good news?” she suggested. You nodded, wiping away your happy tears and followed her out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, you were back home. JJ congratulated you again before driving off.

You smiled when you saw Aaron’s car in the driveway. He was home.

Walking inside, you sat your keys on the table next to the front door, preparing yourself to tell Aaron your news.

“Aaron!” you shouted through the house with a bright smile on your face. “I need to tell you something.”

When there was no reply, you walked back towards your bedroom. “Aaron?”

The door was cracked open. You stopped right outside and listened, but you heard nothing. “Babe?” you asked while opening the door all the way. The room looked almost untouched from when you left earlier this afternoon. But the only difference was that Aaron’s cellphone was sitting on his nightstand. You walked over to pick it up, seeing that it had quite a few missed calls on it.

Your heart began beating in your throat, your palms became incredibly clammy.

No, you thought. No no no no no.

Quickly, you ran to the closet, opening the door to find exactly what you were hoping you wouldn’t. Aaron’s clothes were mostly gone, only a few of his suit remained hung up, and all of his tennis shoes were missing from the floor. Tears were free falling from your eyes at this point, your worst nightmare was coming true.

You ran out of the bedroom to Jack’s, knowing what you would find.

It was about the same, mainly untouched with many missing clothes. Your crying escalated into loud sobs, echoing throughout the house.

“No,” you said out loud, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t breath. This can’t be happening. Please.

You searched the rest of the house, noticing it was all the same except for the kitchen. There was a note. As you read it, your tears fell to the paper, making the ink of Aaron’s handwriting run a bit, but you knew what it said. It was the one thing you were afraid of most, and it was really happening. This was real.

Through your tears, you read the note, almost unable to accept the words written so sloppily, you knew he had to be in a hurry.

Y/N,

I love you. That’s what I need you to remember. You always need to remember that. Please never forget that.

Don’t try to contact us, don’t try to find us. You’ll only be putting yourself in danger, as well. And I can’t have that. Please just let go.

If we ever see each other again, please don’t try to say hi. I want nothing more than to be with you, but I can’t. Jack and I want to continue on without you, and that’s as hard for us as I’m sure it is for you.

I’m sorry it had to end like this. But don’t forget that we love you. We always will.

-Aaron.

Your sobs continued to echo throughout the house, and suddenly your legs failed you. You sunk to the floor in a fit of screams, holding onto your stomach so tenderly, unable to breath.

They were gone. The boy you loved like a son was gone. The father of your own child was gone.

They were gone.

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