#hELLO BBY IT'S BEEN FAR TOO LONG

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‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

[mythvoiced]

It's true.

Capitolites, for once not dictated by gender but rather by wealth in terms of likelihood, do enjoy their Victors, their feasts, young and bright, beautiful and as clean from the reality of their existence as is realistic to demand of the marketing team designing the Victors as perfect toys.

Hermes would be no exception, he enjoys wealth and the intricacies of commerce, he looks to his father's empire of energy, electricity, light, and what not all pertains to it, and finds something to earn from and something to exploit within it, yes, but still...

Not quite enough.

Victors to him are perhaps... less than toys. A humanization granted to them solely for the fact that Hermes cannot see them as products, a thought process not aided by any natural goodness of heart, but solely by... how to put it.

A decision.

Hermes cannot find it in himself to enjoy Victors as meals.

But he does find intrigue in their stories.

Even as his father's most distant son there's a cacophonic dissonance between life as he experiences it and life as it is experienced by the Districts, the Tributes, and most of all, the Victors, those who culminate Districts and Tributes into a new way of suffering (son, not necessarily child, his sisters would hardly answer to him if they weren't forced, to either maintain their inheritance or to avoid useless conflict that would never resolve in a win for them... although, he can name one sister who keeps her distance in spite of all that, anyway; good for her, is all he can say).

Maybe that's why Patrick was the name he'd ended up tapping his finger on, as opposed to much younger, fresher meat, as others of his class would suggest referring to them.

Hermes likes wealth and commerce, and can respect a good marketing strategy, but he also likes knowing. And trying to extrapolate the information he'd like to acquire from someone young enough to still fear him and focus only on appearing small, as opposed to running through whatever patterns they'd set for themselves to use to survive encounters with the likes of him... it simply doesn't go fast enough.

Besides, asking for someone well into their 30s guarantees a 'yes', as opposed to messing around in the pool of victims his father claims as his own.

Because no one is as active in this business as his father is, wandering hands and whatnot, he should perhaps venture further into it, instead of remaining client only, as passionate as he is to the trafficking of Victors.

Hermes can't relate.

Hermes smiles.

"Our president, I like that," his hands stay carefully folded behind his back until the garment is offered, concession given. Are all Victors this particular brand of eloquent? Remolded to find ways to appeal via words and bodies both? He can't imagine that to not be the case.

"Very deliberate, to refer to him as your president as well. I mean, it's not factually incorrect," Hermes takes the coat and lays it to rest over his arm, opting to hover off to the side now before retreating to abandon it on a designated hanger. He'd like to see Patrick's face some more.

In terms of age, Patrick is gracing what his father in particular would refer to as 'overripe fruit'. Hermes would argue there's beauty interwoven there still, every person comes with their own charm, and even in spite of Hermes' smoother, more youthful skin, he imagines Patrick's would be as pleasant to touch.

If he cared for it, that is.

"You could have just as well chosen to say 'the' president, though," he walks backwards while he guides Patrick further into his home, he supposes, he barely spends any time in to call it such.

How could he? There are Districts to sneak in and out of, after all.

A sitting room, bright and spacious, archs opening onto overseeing balconies, a mansion designed to pretend it was built at the sea, not quite couches, except for one sofa, but seats to recline on, and enough space to keep distance to the only other person in the room.

Marble, typically. Dirty white on every wall, blue cushions, and notes and lines and decorations of gold. A golden statue of a tortoise with its back shaped into a lyre. A painting of his mother, depicted motherly and demure, though not even the painter had managed to remove the cunning from her nearly black eyes.

It's pristine. Wealthy. Bright. Taken care of by anyone but himself.

He barely lives in it.

He just got back.

There's a bar cart, the only thing slightly out of place, glasses and bottles of liquors he doesn't care to remember the name of, recommendations and even brands handed off by his brother - a few bottles of his wine mixed in for good measure - presented for Patrick to take advantage of as he pleases... or feels obligated to.

"Be my guest. There's water, too. Coffee, tea, juice, whatever you may like, I can have that prepared instead. And if you can't find anything to your taste, tell me what you like, and I'll have it delivered to us, under one -" he appears at Patrick's side again, avoids his back, bad move earlier, flinch noted, lifting one perfectly uncalloused forefinger, "- sole condition: do never call me 'my dear' again."

He straightens his back.

"Unless it's intended as a joke."

"Thank you so much for introducing me into your busy schedule," Hermes says and he's oh so very polite, epitome of status and class, of the Capitol, complete with something less polite glistening in his eyes, making his stare resemble the kind worn by someone curiously waiting to see whether the distracted mouse will see the lurking cat in time. He comes up around Patrick, offering his hands. "Let me take your coat, hm? Care for a drink?" ((btw if Patrick is more of a jacket kinda peep here pretend it says jacket >:3333333)) || a year late but here we are ( unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

One would think at his age, the stream of clients on his end would be slowing down by now. The copious amounts of surgeries and skin care routines Capitolites undergo would indict so– he’s already past his prime and with the pool of victors always growing larger and larger each year, he would assume the Capitol’s attention on him would fade. The Capitolites are like crows in that respect, eyes drawn to what is shiny and what is new, their attention spans that of goldfishes.

One would think then, that he’d be discarded by now, being OLD now and therefore in the Capitol’s eyes, as good as dead.

“But of course,” Patrick says astutely, flinching when he realizes the client has managed to sneak behind him. Well that’s new– most clients wait for him in their bedrooms. Most clients would have their avoxes let him in, the task of welcoming a guest apparently too arduous for those of their class. And most clients wouldn’t offer to take coats either. Perhaps this one was raised with a military background of sorts.  “Your father has a great deal of connections to the games and President Snow certainly didn’t want to disappoint his son. You know our president holds the games to the highest esteem.”

The coat stays on for a moment longer. He tries to savor it, his armor, as he looks around the foyer. It’s ornate, just like all the ones that came before. And all the ones that will come afterwards– at some point when you’ve seen one interior of a mansion, you’ve seen it all. The heirs of the elite aren’t much better and with the way his newest client looks at him, like he’s supposed to provide some sort of entertainment at the moment, Patrick can only bite back a sigh. Only three hours, Patrick tells himself. Slowly, he forces a smile. Three hours and then he can get on a train and go back home. Back to Sun. 

“It would be my pleasure,” Patrick says, finally offering Mister Hermes his coat. His stomach turns. “I suppose we all need a drink before the main event, hm? And a chance for me to get to know you, my dear.”

[talkfastromance4]

Listen… I am obsessed, as I’ve said before, with Sugar Daddy!Jake and Sugar. And I’m a sucker for being taken care of so the blurb about the migraine and bad day was my jam but it got me thinking… Jake needs taken care of too sometimes, and I’m dying to know what that would like when he’s having a bad day and just needs a little tlc

Sure thing bby😊 prepare for extra soft!Jake

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You were just finishing up some boutonnieres and corsages for another wedding when your watch buzzed on your wrist. At a quick glance you saw Rooster’s name appear but you didn’t read the message yet because you had to finish wrapping twine around one more set of flowers. Your wrist buzzed again, and again but you were adamant on finishing this before being distracted.

Once it was wrapped and tightened, you scrolled through your notifications, messages equally from Rooster and Phoenix.

Rooster: are you coming to the hard deck by chance?

Phoenix: are you busy tonight? Please say no, Bagman is extra sour

Rooster: we’re all begging. Hangman’s in a terrible mood.

Rooster: WE ALL NEED YOU

Phoenix: please babe, he’s bad

“What in the world?” you mutter as you read through the frantic texts. 

It’s only a little after five, what could Jake possibly be doing that both Rooster and Phoenix are reaching out to you? You place your finished flowers in the boxes and set them on the shelf in the fridge and gather your things. Reynolds is waiting for you in his usual parking spot, his smile turns into a frown at your own troubled expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Can we go to The Hard Deck? Something’s wrong with Jake…”

“Really? He didn’t text me…” Reynolds scratches his chin as he opens your door. “But we’ll stop by and see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.”

The bar isn’t that far from your shop and for a Thursday night, it’s pretty packed with cars and pilots loitering onto the sand. 

“Should I come in with you?” Reynolds asks.

“No, I’ll be okay. Maybe wait for a bit in case we need to drive him home,” you say and get out. 

Some of the other pilots say hello to you as you pass them but you barely smile because you’re growing concerned for Jake. Is he drunk and he’s acting belligerent? Is he sick and refusing to go home?

You weave through the crowd finding Rooster near the back by the jukebox and pool tables. There’s a loud crack! followed by a collective groan and someone cursing Jake’s name. 

“Penny’s gonna ban you from ever entering her bar again,” Rooster shakes his head and moves out of your way.

You see Jake holding a splintered cue stick, one half of it is on the pool table and his face is hard, stony. His brows are furrowed in a permanent scowl as he tosses the broken stick on the table.

“I’ll replace it. Give me another one,” Jake snaps his fingers but no one moves. He turns around snatching one from the holders and you push yourself in front of Rooster.

“Thank God you’re here,” he mutters. “Hangman, time to go home.”

“No, I’m not ready to go home, Rooster. Not until I win a game of pool and–Sugar,” he stops himself short when he turns around and sees you. He drops the new stick in his hand as if he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What are you doing here?”

“We called her to come get you,” Phoenix says. “It’s been a long day. Go home.”

“I thought you were working late,” Jake says, ignoring the others completely. 

“I got caught up,” you walk towards him, hand reaching for his cheek. When you’re close enough his cheek falls into your palm effortlessly. You can feel the tension in his jaw. “You had a bad day?”

“Wasn’t the best, no,” he murmurs as you bring your other hand to his other cheek. You rub at the circles under his eyes, noting how they’re bloodshot. 

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

He follows you willingly, walking past his friends who stare at your retreating backs dumbfounded. They insisted he should go home hours ago but he refused and then you come in saying only a few words and he follows you not a problem. 

When the two of you get back outside you let Reynolds know he can go home. Jake says he’s fine to drive and you want to ask him what happened but his body language is screaming annoyance. He keeps one hand on your knee and you trace your finger over the grooves of his knuckles, circling over the back of his palm. 

His silence is so loud when you’re finally home and he slams his door when he gets out. He opens yours more gently, his hand held out to you, his gaze soft as he looks at you. You take his hand and close your door behind you, following him closely into the house.

“Can I make you anything?” you ask quietly. 

“Do we have tomato soup?”

“I’m sure Rhea keeps it on hand,” you smile, continuing to stroke his hand with your thumb. “Do you want grilled cheese with it?”

“That sounds good,” he nods.

“Okay. Why don’t you go take a hot shower, the food will be ready when you’re done.”

You squeeze his hand, debating on kissing him but he turns away and heads towards the stairs. You skip to the kitchen grabbing the necessary things to make the soup. Of course Rhea bought the best type of canned tomato soup and you took two out since you hadn’t eaten yet either. While the soup is heating up in the pot you begin on the grilled cheese using the panini maker. 

You’re humming ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ as you look in the freezer for dessert. Jake loves sundaes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. You stir the soup, make another grilled cheese and then Jake struts in. You were hoping he’d take a longer shower, letting the hot water worry away his tight muscles. 

“Hey,” you smile loving how fluffy his hair is looking already. He has on your favorite shirt, the NAVY one and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “That was a quick shower.”

He moves past you and turns the soup down on low so it simmers. Then he places the grilled cheese on a hot plate and covers it up.

“The soup is just about done. Aren’t you–ahh!” you squeal when he lifts you up onto the counter. You open your legs and he slots between them, his arms moving behind your lower back. 

“Wanted to be with you,” he mumbles.

“Jake…what happened today?” you ask resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I couldn’t beat my times today and in the meetings following, I was used as the example of what not to do. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t accelerate fast enough. So I wanted to blow off steam at the bar, prove to everyone I can do it all.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. It’s okay if you can’t do it all, you know, I think you’re pretty perfect already,” you encourage. “You’ll beat your times, just keep practicing and you’ll get there. Want me to come yell at your officers for singling you out?”

“No, that’s okay,” he chuckles slipping his fingers under your shirt. He draws circles on your skin. “It wouldn’t do much, you’re too adorable.”

“I can be feisty if I need to,” you put on a tough face, “I can scream and shout about how you are the best pilot there is.”

“Thanks Sugar,” he smiles. He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your forearm then sighs. He keeps kissing up your arm until he’s by your shoulder and you turn his head so you can press your lips to his. 

Your arms tighten around each other, and your legs hook around his hips. His kiss is hurried and hot, his fingers hot on your bare skin as he shifts them up under your shirt. One hand moves to your stomach, his lips feverish as they transition to your jaw and neck. You toss your head back gasping, his fingers graze the side of your breast as he sucks on your neck. 

Your hips involuntarily rut against his, fingers tangling in his hair. Your body is electric from his touch and kiss. His hand on your lower back rocks you forward, his lips moving to your collarbones and in between your breasts. 

“Jake,” you whimper enjoying the sensations but then he stops. 

He removes his lips from your breasts, his breath hot and wanton on your skin as he recollects himself and pulls you back up in a sitting position. You stare at him quizzically.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he exhales.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” you shake your head suddenly feeling ashamed. 

“I know. But I don’t want to rush anything, wanna take my time and give you the proper attention you deserve,” he says pulling your shirt back down. “And not when I’m upset about work.”

“But–”

He shushes you with a soft kiss. 

“Don’t forget how much you tempt me on the daily, Sugar,” he says on your lips. “You made me my favorite comfort food, so let’s enjoy that okay?”

You nod and hop down the counter, your legs a little shaky from that quick but intense makeout. You ladled the soup while he gathered plates and silverware. Still feeling a little dejected, you sat on one of the stools and began to eat slowly. When Jake joined you, he dragged you closer to him, the stool grating against the floor. Then he lifted your legs onto his lap and smiled.

“Want you as close as possible,” he says then starts to eat. You smile into your spoon.

When you’re finished eating, you move into the living room climbing onto his large couch. 

“Pick your favorite movie,” you tell him. He decides on 10 Things I Hate About You and when he turns around, you pat your chest as a place for him to lay. 

He jumps onto the couch cuddling onto your chest, basically laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. His overexcitement makes you laugh and you start to play with his hair. That calms him down fairly quickly and you scratch at his neck.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he groans. 

“Oh I know, it’s my specialty, remember?” you tease and kiss the top of his head. You move your hands down his back, scratching it lightly and he groans again. 

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

You remain that way for the whole movie, one hand scratching at his back and the other petting his hair thinking the whole time how you never want to stop.

[lavendertales]

hello! may i please request a fic where javi sees the reader a couple weeks after a fight, they both don't talk to one another for a while (but use steve as a messenger for updates on each other because they're still best friends lmao pls). they don't know that either one loves them back and are afraid of confessing to each other, until one of them finally snaps and says 'i love you', a little soft and healing, just two friends losing each other along the way but love uniting them :')

p.s absolutely no pressure to write this! ♡

hii bby I hope you like this🥰

confessions—Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: 1.1k

You’ve had arguments in the past, disagreements of all sorts, but this last one takes the cake. You’ve never been this furious.

And no one’s ever seen Javier this furious before.

Even Steve, who worked with him and even lived in the same apartment building as him, has never seen him so worked up. There was shouting that day, words such as “stubborn”, “annoying”, “careless” and “moron” thrown around for anyone to hear. By the time you and Javier finished the screaming match, his face was all red, and your eyes were all teary when you walked away.

Now, it’s been days and you and Javier were still not on speaking terms. While your job at the embassy did not entail direct contact with any of the agents, sometimes you did go out of your way to interact with Javier. Perhaps it was childish and ridiculous, especially knowing about Javier’s promiscuous reputation, but you couldn’t help it. You liked Javier, not just for all the obvious reasons like his charm and his good looks. You liked him because he paid attention to details—a nice manicure, freshly cut hair or your favorite food. He was in actuality very kind and gentle when he wanted to be. Sometimes you even thought he might like you too.

But the last fight you had proved the opposite; he was far too stubborn and set in his ways to realize what should’ve been obvious, too far gone and lost in his vices—smoking, drinking and sleeping with brothel girls. Neither vice including you.

“I have some files for Javier to sign,” you told Steve with a bored look on your face. “Could you give these to him?”

“I could, but how about you give those to him personally?”

You stared at him unimpressed, even a little mean, but Steve didn’t back out.

“Come on, this is ridiculous,” he pushed. “It’s been over a week, would you just be civil?”

“I would if he wouldn’t be so fucking stubborn.”

“You know how he is.”

“I do, that’s why I maintain that he should be the one to apologize.”

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

“Then we’re not gonna talk for a long time.”

Steve huffed, sitting on the edge of your desk.

“Is this coming from a place of genuine concern or because you’re tired of running around delivering messages between us?” you asked rather amused.

“Let’s say genuine concern, but I am so very tired of this.”

You sighed. “Look, Steve, I’m not apologizing. The whole argument started because of him anyway, saying I shouldn’t have been on the field or whatever. But when I told him that Carrillo asked me to come to be a spy because no one would suspect me, he lost his mind even more!”

“Huh.”

“Yeah! I tried reasoning with him, but he kept calling me blind and stupid, so I called him a moron—“

Steve began to laugh, much to your dismay. You frowned, searching his face for an obvious answer, though none appeared.

“Why are you laughing?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Oh, you are both such idiots.”

Before Steve could explain himself and your head would explode, Javier made his dreaded entrance by walking past your desk, unable to refrain the glare he threw you and Steve.

“You idiot,” Steve called out to him, still amused.

“Excuse me?”

He was offended, and rightfully so. Javier crossed his arms at his chest, staring curiously at you two.

“You couldn’t have just told her why you didn’t want her on the field?” Steve continued. “Why you were ready to tell Carrillo ‘fuck you for suggesting this’ right to his face?”

“I did.”

“You called me stupid,” you added grudgingly.

Javier exchanged a glare with you, one which carried far too many sentiments to voice out loud, yet still beyond frustrated.

“I did and I stand by it,” Javier maintained.

“Seriously? You don’t think you were out of line, in any way?”

“No.”

You stood up from your desk, mirroring his posture as you approached him angrily. You could not believe someone would be this thick-headed, this purposely irritating for no good reason.

“You owe me an apology,” you said. “I was only following orders, just like you do all the time.”

“You’re not an agent. Carrillo was way out of fucking line to ask you to play the double agent.”

“It worked, didn’t it? I helped and you got the intel you needed, so what the hell is your problem?”

“My problem is you risking your life for things that we should do!”

“Why are you still so pissed off about this, my God!”

“Because I fucking love you and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Javier’s words, besides shocking, were in such stark contrast with your own; yours were vicious and angry while his remained soft, almost guilty.

“My job here is done,” Steve announced silently in the background before leaving the two of you alone.

“You—wait, you what?”

Javier exhaled, visibly uncomfortable now that the words have gotten out. Although his reputation preceded him, he is not one to openly flaunt personal affairs in the workplace. But thankfully, there was no one else around at the time, and whatever this was between you and Javier, Steve was clearly in the know, so no harm, no foul.

“I do,” Javier clarified, voice small. “I—I’m in love with you. Which you probably don’t give a shit about or don’t care... I know you hear the things some agents around here say about me. I’m not—boyfriend material.”

“You think I don’t give a shit?”

Javier shrugged.

“I don’t make excuses to come in early just to have my morning coffee with anyone else. I don’t go out of my way to give documents in hand to anyone else. I don’t do my nails a certain color because someone else told me they look.”

There was an “oh” perfectly readable on Javier’s face, the moment of realization kicking in seconds later. You giggled, shyly reaching for one of his hands.

“I pity the foolish woman who falls in love with Javier Peña because it’s a tough mission,” you said. “Renowned womanizer, killer charm and smile…”

“No more than that cute secretary they got over here at the embassy. One hell of a woman. He might easily fall for her too.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your lips, one of many to come.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Hello! Hope you’re well! Thoughts on Pluto opposite mc?

omg ! so let me say this was stuck in the drafts. idk how long ago this was sent but here u go bby lmao

if its opposing the mc then its in the fourth. you have a powerful presence that you are sometimes not aware of. your attraction to the unknown propels you to go through great lengths to go deep within yourself. you're challenged by family members which has put you under a lot of pressure to be something. you could be very successful amongst your family or just better off and this could attract jealousy for some of them. you have a gift in breaking generational curses as a lot of pressure is put on you from a young age.

this placement shows a very controlling family life. you may have been put into a cage figuratively speaking, as you werent able to truly live as a child and had to face the darkness of reality sooner than most. you grew up much quicker than your peers, and as much as you want something more for yourself apart of you weeps for that childhood you were suppose to have.

could of had difficulties with family members, some abusive and maybe some traumatizing experiences that made you close yourself off to people.

even people close to you have a hard time figuring you out due to your secretive nature. it is mostly due to some crazy experience you had as a kid and it will take sooo much effort for you to open up.

this secretive nature however brings you deeper into the unknown, helping you see the reality of your family, your friends, your neighbors and just the world itself.

people might deal with you from far away because you can see through them a little too easily, and from what i notice its better for you to control it because it can be a lot for you to deal with. i feel a lot of 'kali' energy here and what i mean is the energy of kali is about death and clearly out low vibration/demon energy so when i say people decide to steer clear from you a bit its more so because you can see past their wounds, demons, lies, deceit etc.. and you have zero tolerance for it. they'll be removed quicker than they can run for it. this makes people vulnerable and thats hard for people to accept.

pluto opposing mc could also be in the 3rd, so if it is in your chart (because that wasnt clear), it would still have much of the energy of the 4th. however in the third house it would have potential in speech where your powers can shift the room through the voice. you could of had an ancestor who was a powerful speaker and could of been a healer with their words.

your voice can move mountains and can change others. the ic opposes the mc which means at some point it needs to balance itself out. you may want to hide your inner self from the world, but the world needs that to grow. be more open to being vulnerable to the ones closest to you, you may not know who you'll help heal and change.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI MLL IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SENT OUT SO LATE HSJSJS. I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT REPLYING EARLIER 😭 it was assessment week and istg everyday was just filled with assignments/exams/pracs etc. i just wanna go back to high school already!! i’m not mentally prepared for this ☹️☹️

UR SO REAL ABT THE JJK DILFS THO. like they’ve raised my standards up for men so high haksjsj. i so badly want, no, NEED a college bf! geto in my life to make my very own uni life a lil more bearable. HES SO BF CODED OMG �� okok but hear me out. geto playing guitar?? i repeat. GETO PLAYING GUITAR??? more specifically ELECTRIC GUITAR PHEWWW. i’m sorry it’s been plaguing my mind for the past few days but i so believe that geto can play guitar w ease. hsjsjsj guitarist! geto has me melting icl 😭✋ with his piercings nd tattoos nd the reading glasses he wears at home hshshshs. its not a want, it’s a need 😔

AHHH UR SO RIGHT ABT STEM GIRLIES AND LIBERAL ARTS GIRLIES HOLDING HANDS HSJJSJ. us stem girlies have sm respect for you guys 🙇‍♀️ from what i’ve heard, lit is a pretty tough major (i took lit as an atar subject back in hs and i FAILED LMAOO). plus lit girlies are so knowledgeable it js blows my mind away. like give me ur brain please 🙏

i’ve tried getting out of my reading slump (WE’RE GETTING THERE WOOHOO!!) like i’ve recently started little woman by louis may alcott (a classic ik idk why i’m even referencing it shshs) and so far it’s pretty good! sometimes the dialogue throws me off a little since it was written so long ago and my mind just goes blank as soon as i read anything that’s not modern day english (i’m talking anything published before the 2000s 😭). i watched the movie a while ago so i’m kinda excited to see if there’s any major differences between the books and the movies. apparently there are a few but i didnt listen in further bc i didn’t wanna spoil myself hahah. welp ig i’ll k when i commit to actually finishing the book.

i haven’t heard abt the travelling cat chronicles yet but i’ll sure be adding it to my tbr 🫡 I LOVE LOVE LOVE CATS SMMM!! ive always just preferred cats more than dogs idkk. speaking abt cats, i have two ragdoll cats hsjsjs. funnily enough, someone pointed out that they somewhat remind them of gojo 😹😹 whelp i fear that i might as well grow up to be an old cat lady hsjsj. not that i’m complaining tho 🤭 really out of the blue question but dy have any pets? 👀 i’m just curious hahah.

also thank u so so so much for the advice ari! i’ll definitely be checking out the summaries + quotes for any future books i wanna read. and nooo ur not incompetent at all, don’t worry!! and thank u sm for being so supportive bby i have sm love for you 💗 AND YEAH I AGREE, READING IS SM FUN WHEN YOU’RE NOT BEING FORCED INTO IT.

and aww the tags were absolutely no problem at all! ur geto drabble was written SO WELL. like ari bby you are so talented and i cannot emphasise that enough. you have a way with words and it’s so admirable!! ++ you nailed geto’s characterisation so well, i was genuinely in awe while reading it. ahhh i still think abt it even to this day!! cult leader geto plagues my mind once a week istg. SAME W HIM AND HIS DYNAMIC W SATORU. like hello?? every time i hear abt satosugu i wanna BAWL MY EYES OUT. they’re soulmates (both platonically and somewhat romantically?? idk if you can have both hahah). but omigosh they’re so tragic shskajsjs. brb i’m not crying, i’m chopping up onions!! !! !! 😃

OMG THAT RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN GOJO AND RHE KITTY CAT OMFDDHDH. someone tell me they’re twins and i’ll believe every. single. word. thank u sm for the treat ari, i hope ur day/night is going well!! i’m so sorry that this is long overdue but i genuinely LOVE talking to you bby <333 remember to take care of urself too! ilysm 💞🥹

p.s hes so fine i swearrrr 😍 i saw this on twitter and it’s been my roman empire ever since

UKIIIII MY BELOVED PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THE WAIT 😔😔😔 i’m finally here !!!!!!

first of alllll i hope your studies n work have gone well!!!!!! 🥺🥺 you know i’m always cheering you on hehe. i just have a month left n then i’m free but i’m not sure how it is for you :’3 i hope you’ll get to rest properly soon!!!!

ANDDDDDDDD GUITARIST!SUGU. GOOD GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 your hcs of him made me LOSE it i hope you know that…… he’s literally so bf…… PLSSS PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS AND READING GLASSES ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OUGHHH UKI I NEED HIM SO BAD….. he would strum his pretty guitar for you on nights you couldn’t sleep 🥺🥺 i just know he would!!!!! he’s such a loverboy…..

LIBERAL ARTS GIRLIES 🤝 STEM GIRLIES FR….. from my perspective stem subjects are a LOT more difficult i rlly can’t overstate how impressed i am by how much you guys study …… 😭😭 i’ve heard . horror stories abt it LMAO…..

AND THE BOOKSSSSS i’m so proud of you for trying to get out of your reading slump uki!!!!!! i actually haven’t read little women yet hehe, pls tell me if it ends up being good!!!!! i’ve heard great things abt it….. AND AND ANDDD i get you!!!! i think it’s important to pick books that are written in ways that you like!!! it’s easy to think that older books are like . harder to read and relate to but that’s usually more bc of the author than the time period!!! i prefer mine to be from around the 1800s-1900s and they aren’t difficult to understand at all!! some classics are super hard to get into bc of how just. Heavy they are writing wise (side eyeing shakespeare n dostoevsky rn) but others aren’t!!! one classic i absolutely adore is the stranger by albert camus, idk if you’re interested in existentialism but!!! the writing is very pretty :3

anyway anyway…. FELLOW CAT PERSONNNN i knew i could trust you!!!! and you have ragdolls!!! 🥺🥺 my current housemate has four of them LMAO and they all look like gojo ngl …. act like him too……. this little guy just follows me around n sleeps in my lap and yaps <33333

BUT YES i think you’d really love the travelling cat chronicles!!!! i read it so quickly bc it’s just. so lovely!!!! and pretty!!!!! and cute n sweet :(((( i love it lots!!!!! but it made me sob so much… so pls make sure you have tissues close by if you read it……

ANDDDD again 🥺🥺🥺 thank you sooooo much for being so sweet …. you rlly are too kind!!!!! i’m so happy you like my geto, i loveloveloveee yours too <33333 AND . YES. i cry over stsg all the time too…. sniffle……. they’re soulmates both platonically and romantically imo :’3 they just . belong together no matter what!!!!!! wish they weren’t so doomed by the narrative tho…..

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH FOR CHATTING W ME SWEETIE <33333 i hope you’re doing soso well!!!!! and i rlly am sorry abt how long you’ve had to wait for this response 😭😭 my brain has Not been braining correctly recently. but i adore you sb 🥺

[rillils]

RILLLLLSSSSSSSSS

ITS BEEN SO LONG HOW R U

YOUNG ROYALS.

SEASON 3 IS DONE 💞💞💞💞💞

SEASON 3 IS DONE 💔💔💔💔💔

ALSO THE NEW SEB PICS??????? BEEFY BUCKY WITH THE LONG HAIR 😍😍😍

ive been watching the last season if merlin 15 minutes at a time because i am not about to lose me sweethearts rn oh my lord

OMG SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE GJDHDK

Okay, first things first, HELLO MY BABY 💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖 I've missed you a lot around here, honey!! I'm doing alright, just the usual amount of stress - but let's be real, that's my default state of mind xD I hope you're doing well, my dear 🥰🥰🥰 Hopefully school is over (or will soon be over) so you can rest and enjoy your vacation 💕💕💕

NOW: HOLY PATCHOULI RAGU AND RAVIOLI, I JUST SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND EDVIN AND OMAR'S VIDEO MESSAGE AND AHDJAGDKSLDJK *SCREECHES* I'm getting a bit emotional here ngl 🥺🥺🥺 I can't believe that the show is actually over now, even though it's probably gonna be a while before we can watch s3, since they just finished shooting 😭😭😭 I'm hoping with all my heart that s3 will give us what we desperately need!! A happy ending for the boys pls!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

As for one Sebastian Mcfreakin' Stan, I simply can't look at those pics and videos without WEEPING, HONEY, LIKE I'M TALKING LEAKING FAUCET, OPEN BAR, LEMME CRY IN YOUR COCKTAIL REAL QUICK KIND OF WEEPING HERE

he looks. so good. my brain cannot comprehend it. I look back and then back again and the little lightbulb in my skull keeps flickering on and off because?? Is this a real human??? Does anything remotely similar to This Man truly exist??????? With those arms that look like they could engulf you so sweetly and protect you from all harm, and those boobs- sorry I mean tits- sorry I mean chESt, that CHEST that looks like it was only made for your cheek to lie upon it, and be the firmest pillow you ever slept on? and the hair??? The stubble?? The high-waisted pants?? I've seen people slander those pants, right, but as far as I'm concerned they just enhance his whole I'm Too Hot, Hot Damn™ vibe these days. make the tiny waist look even tinier and the broad shoulders look even broader and omg I can't think about this for too long or I will spontaneously combust 🔥🔥🔥

Should I also mention that white tank tops never really did anything for me until this man came along?? AND THE RINGS. THE MUMMERFUCKING RINGS. It's like. Every now and then Mr Stan-Lookin-Good-There-Man decides to accentuate his long, nimble fingers with pretty glinting metal and my brain fucking short-circuits like "NOPE - WHAT DIS - CANNOT COPE"

I feel he has awakened a monster in me *flies into the sun*

As for Merlin, oh babe, I feel ya 🥺🥺 Take your time with it, honey, I'm sure your heart will thank you for it 💖💖💖 I love you very much bby 💕💕💕 I hope you have a super nice day 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

[yuukimiyas]

CHLOBUN !!!!!! OMGEEEE !!!! i’m so happy you’re back ! i saw u like my post and i practically SQUEALED ! started kicking my feet & everything !! i have missed you so so much :’) i hope you’re doing well and lover boy is spoiling you the way you deserve hehe i need to think of a fun & witty selfship question to ask you but i had to rush here and say hello first ! welcome back lovely, tumblr was not the same without you and your magical energy <33 love u sm !!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ᰔ

EEEP!!! SWEETEST AIMS!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ OMG OMG!! it's been far too long my love!! i got the lil post notif & my eyes got so wide & i just couldn't stop SMILING!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა ooo you def know lover boy is takin v good care of me!! always so attentive & loving i swear ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა hehee!! ooo i need to think of a cutie lil q for you too!! tysm my love!! it is v good to be back!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ you can't keep your girl out of the city for too long hehee! ILYSM!! i am launching zoro into space to pick you up & twirl you around town!! ‎♡‧₊˚ have the v best day in the whole WORLD bby!! you deserve nothing less!! <333

[thecaseforspacecases]

S01E01 We Gotta Get Out Of This Place

First off, apologies to the 12 people who followed this account back when I was camping on a SpiderDevil themed Marvel account name. This is now a Space Cases tumblr, feel free to unfollow if you're still around.

I decided to start writing here because I am, to this day, still in love with the 1996 Nickelodeon kids' show Space Cases. I'm a.) starving for content and b.) desperate to put my thoughts down somewhere and so here we are.

I'm going to use this space to do an episode-by-episode rewatch, go though the official website and show bible, find and curate other content I stumble across on the internet, post some old magazine scans I have that haven't seen the light of day since Livejournal, etc etc.

Today, I'm starting at the start and watching S01E01 "We Gotta Get Out Of This Place." I have the old VHS rips saved to my computer, HOWEVER, for this I'll be watching the uploads on the youtube channel "thespacecases" (link below) which has them in much better quality. My thoughts under the cut!

I'm going to be scribbling down my thoughts as I watch:

(For trivia and behind the scenes info, check out the episode guide on spacecasestv.com)

I'm trying desperately to read the Starcademy motto but I can't make out the first word. So something Sine Fronteras - ...Without Borders? I took a quick look around the wiki and spacecasestv.com but couldn't find it. Darn!

The opening intro to the characters is ICONIC. I can still quote it to this day.

Davenport: I believe in regulations and procedure, Mr. Band. If you added those two words to your vocabulary you could...

Catalina: Double it?

Hello, police? I'd like to report a murder.

Here we learn that Radu is the first Andromedan at Starcademy and it seems via context that he is the only one. Probably hasn't been there too very long. What a difficult thing to do, and then to end up in the remedial class at least partly because the students are prejudiced against Andromedans because their parents fought against them in Spung-Andromedan War. I believe I also read somewhere (maybe in the show bible??) that he was chosen to go by the other Andromedans because he didn't fit in with them. Maybe I made that up.

Anyway, fair warning, Radu has always been my favorite and I'm endlessly fascinated by the potential I saw in developing the Andromedan people.

I've also developed a soft spot for Harlan and his character development/potential for growth, and the development of his relationship with Radu, who he initially hated due to his prejudices against Andromedans. And I also ship it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(@shmeiliarockie posted their thoughts after a season 1 rewatch awhile back and has a head-canon that Andromedans don't have gender which I LOVE and have not stopped thinking about. Click this for the post.)

Ok, I have got to be more brief I think, I'm only a minute and a half into this episode. BUT THIS EP IS SO GOOD.

Davenport: The vacuum of space isn't fair either, Mr. Band. It can destroy anyone who doesn't have what it takes to survive. And...none of you has what it takes.

Devastating.

I want breakdowns of all the different symbols on their uniforms and what they mean. Maybe the prominent shoulder ones symbolize the planet they come from? Harlan has three polyhedral like pillars which I've only just now thought may stand for Earth and the Lunar and Mars colonies.

Catalina is the eye roll champion.

Radu's "What is your problem?!" to Harlan. Yes, bby, don't take his shit.

Yes, why IS the Christa named after an Earth teacher, why IS Thelma a Techno-HUMAN emulating machine?? I do wonder if the creators knew or if they were just planning to figure it out if they ever got that far.

Personally, I subscribe to the time loop theory wherein the crew in the future sends Thelma and the Christa back in time to pick up their younger selves.

Thelma has the best gags.

Goddard: Band, Helm. Catalina, Engineering. Rosie, Bova, Scanning and Tactical. Radu, take Navigation.

I love this scene, chills.

They end up going through the White Circle anyway: 7 years, 4 months, and 22 days from home. Definite Star Trek: Voyager vibes, which had begun the year before in 1995.

Davenport is complaining that she had theater tickets for tonight. Where, ma'am?? The wiki says that Starcademy orbits Pluto.

Harlan is yelling at Radu and Radu looks INDIGNANT. I love him.

Goddard: I was three weeks shy. Three more weeks and my career as a teacher would have been over. I'd have been back out in space with a crew. Instead I'm...

Catalina: Back out in space.

Radu: With a crew.

Interestingly, a similar line was used against me in a DnD campaign when my ship captain then-Warlock was bemoaning his fate. :)

This episodes rules. What a great start to a series. The creators wanted Space Cases to be a "Star Trek for kids" and as someone who is also obsessed with Star Trek, well, well done, you hooked me as a child.

If you've made it this far, thank you very much for reading. And if you want to talk Space Cases, feel free to reblog/reply to this post or send me an ask. I'd love to chat about SC!

[fawnsflowerbed]

hello! i heard your requests were open again and literally sprinted over 💀 ik your inbox might be hella full w/ requests so take your time, but may i request a leon x shy!reader comfort fic where the reader has like a mental breakdown at work after being overwhelmed? for context, i volunteered to work at this sporting event today and i was stationed in the stands to help show people where they sit and stuff and not only was it super busy, my supervisor yelled at me for letting people stand (even though they were just walking hella slow😐), weird adult men kept pushing themselves up on me trying to talk to me (which was the worst part), a patron yelled at me to “stay there” and then walked away, and i had to settle two disputes over people sitting in the wrong seat (one of which i had to anxiously hunt down a supervisor which took 20 minutes) and i ended up breaking down in the middle of the race when my friend asked if i was okay... this turned into a whole rant im so sorry 😭 but some leon comfort after such a long day would be lovely. thank you ❤️

Absolutely my darling. I'm so sorry to hear this happened to you, and I know this req is a little old but I truly hope your days have been better since submitting this.

A long day at work is never worth your stress, so Leon lends a hand and a hug to settle you.

Warnings/content: G/N reader, 2nd person (you/yours), itty bitty angst of reader bby having bad day, Leon being the best boyfriend

Word count: 1,164

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The worst thing about you was likely the fact that you never spoke out when you were uncomfortable. And that trait shook the hand of your current employment with a firm hold, jagged teeth pulling into a grin as you shrivelled in on yourself. Staring at the flocks of people circling your area like vultures. You felt like a bare carcass, preying eyes piercing you only to realise you were of no use to them. Some of them brushing up too close to your bones, too close to whatever was left of you. And then it happened. You silently snapped on the inside, feeling the barricade holding off the thousands of thoughts hungry for a reaction break. You were a breakdown ready to happen. But did you tell anyone? Not once. Never. No one got to know just how those people got under your skin.

“Is that my sweetheart?”

No one got to know except Leon.

After a tiring drive partnered with shitty radio songs back to your shared home , you were ready to flop down forever. To become one with the wooden boards and decay with it over the years. To stay a piece of furniture.

There he was, that voice that had your shoulders relaxing to the point where your bag was ready to drop to the floor. Sweet tea mixed with sugar and a touch of milk that you drank down so willingly, your legs carrying you to the direction of his voice and the sound of keys being tapped out on a laptop. As soon as he heard your footsteps he was turning around to face you with a half-smile, one too lazy to prove he’d gotten much work done. But he was definitely trying, and that’s all that mattered to you. You so wished to reach out and hold his face, to press a usual kiss to his forehead that was now customary when you got home from work. Leon knew you were still warming up into the physical affection side of your relationship and was incredibly patient, so when you made the first move to kiss him he was downright stunned. Since then you were making an effort to keep up with the usual couple interactions.

Leon’s brow creased when he caught that tiredness in your eye. “Wow, you look beat, doll. You okay?”

You did? You couldn’t tell, far too busy yearning to get back home to your boyfriend working on the last of his reports thanks to his previous assignment. The small portion of his outgrown hair pulled into a makeshift ponytail as best he could, though it was clearly off-centred. Those eyes that read you better than any book in existence, like every syllable could be perfectly sounded out. He caught onto your pacing in an instant, and soon learnt how to follow along the lines of your head to keep up with page after page of your traits and personality.

You both had your fair share of shitty situations, ones that had you pulling certain faces or saying certain things. You must’ve been making a face, one that told him more than your words ever could. So you gave up.

You shook your head in defeat, eyes snapped shut as you sat hung in what felt like shame. Too shameful for you to say. Today had been an awful day out. Nothing had gone right, and it’d gotten to the point where you were ready to clap your hands over your ears and curl up into a ball right there in the middle of the crowd.

Everything out there had become too hard to focus on. No matter how hard you stared at your papers or screens, the glare from the lights around you was migraine-inducing. Too many people were talking at the same time or getting too close to you, demanding things you simply couldn’t give them. It had all gone wrong, more wrong than you’d thought it could. And Leon could tell.

“Aw, baby. Rough day at work?”

A solemn nod in agreement from where you stood still, body frozen in a state much like yours back out in the real world. Like you were trying to blend into the wallpaper to avoid unwanted attention. But Leon was giving you the attention you wanted, a hand shutting his laptop and the swivel chair’s wheels squeaking as he stood up. You were swept up in a blanket known as your boyfriend, his arms keeping a warm, loving hold on you as if trying to chase off the cold chill of your mental pain. There were no words spoken, not for a moment at least. It was just two people acknowledging one another; one silently whispering without words a gentle ‘i have you’ through his hold on you as the other finally let go of their tears. Your tears. Just a few, like a quick morning shower. Just enough to get that pain out, like letting go of the knot on a hose after the pressure built up for too long. Leon knew what all of this looked like. The pressure from working too hard, from people cutting corners around you and treating you like nothing more than another stepping stone for them to get to where they wanted to go. He pulled back just a few inches to look down at you, a hand reaching up to swipe away the last stray tears. He looked at you so softly, as if worried a roughened gaze may shatter you.

“Do you want to talk about it?"

No response. That was enough to tell him.

"Do you need anything? Want me to run you a bath? Or I can handle dinner tonight depending on what you feel like.”

But you had no answer to that question. You were too busy focusing on the steady thump of his heartbeat, the one you’d pulled your head away from to face him. Suddenly you missed it.

“I just needed you.” You mumbled as you bumped back into his chest quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. Only he was allowed to hear you sound so drained, so collapsable like a tent in a harsh storm. Your supports breaking as you caved, letting his hand brush over the back of your head in loving strokes. Letting him take a few steps back to sit down in the swivel chair he’d set himself up in a few hours ago, dragging your legs up so you sat comfortably on his lap. Another silent whisper. “Work was hard.”

Leon rested his chin atop your head with a slow exhale, as if trying to let all of his relaxation out in hopes of you breathing it back in like some form of CPR. His hand running circles on your back as you took in the feeling of him. His arms, his neck, has face and hair, him. Your home.

“You’re home now, sweetheart. You’re with me. And that’s all that matters.”

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Hey 👋 I wanted to request a scenario involving the twisted wonderland first years (ace, deuce, Epel, jack, and sebek). I thought of how they would react to an MC that bought them a gift with what little savings they managed to make. Crowley is barely helping them with a few necessities, yet the MC wants to show their gratitude to their friends.

note : i disappeared because of my college's final exam: writing a novel! however, i am back bby! uploading another one by tomorrow, answering some chats too ^^

cw: platonic relations !

ace trappola 

In his shoes, money is something he can somehow balance. Ace had a reasonably stable financial life, and his comfort in money sheltered him in his dorm. He didn’t care about how his money would sometimes fluctuate due to his impulsiveness in buying certain things. The cherry pies, the shoes, the random expensive things he thought were interesting, and some new trends. 

Ace never denied being spoiled; while he gets mad if some do, free stuff is free! Getting sparkly and new gifts was the norm for him due to his status as the youngest. So, he was not that surprised when you offered this one present. It was small and light, yet Ace held it close to his heart (not that he would tell you)

Yet, there was a hunch forming when he noticed your lacking luster. Less food on your plate and your lack of extra items in the house made Ace curious. What was with the sudden lack of something you usually had in stock? 

It wasn’t until long after your allowance ran out when Ace found out you spent a reasonable amount for him. Flattered as he is, he found this unacceptable! As your closest friend, he gave a big scolding! The scolding lasted a few minutes, it was mindless rambling, and you nodded alongside Ace. 

Ace smiled softly (this is a rare instance!) as he gave you a light shove. It was a shove to tell you to stop putting his wants above your needs. Being your friend was more than enough, as cheesy as it sounds, because you bring more joy than this shiny thing you gave. Well, maybe not much. Ace loved the gift.

“You’re dumb. No! I loved the gift. I mean, hello? A free limited edition card plus cherry pie?! Sign me up. But, yo, I need you to earn money. My family makes ends meet, and I am better than you. No harsh feelings… But you’re broke, so keep some savings, m��kay?”

deuce spade

Deuce grew up in a tight-budget household, and his dear mother carefully budgeted everything in his house. Due to this, he wasn’t as spoiled as many kids his age. He didn’t get shiny toys. His clothes were sometimes torn and had to be patched up from his fights. Admittedly, some might have been stolen when he was a juvenile delinquent wanting to get something new.

Deuce now gets some excellent gifts with a pricey tag when the holidays roll in. Deuce is never the one to deny a gift that he can use and keep for a long time. Any donation is something Deuce Spade treasures and hides to keep it safe! So, rest assured your hard-earned gift for him is appreciated thoroughly. 

He can see or sense something quite late when it comes to certain things. After a few weeks, Deuce can see something wrong. While he is busy and more occupied with other things, the way your grocery trips seem to stop or lessen makes him observant of your nature.

After some questioning with others and Sam, he was shell-shocked. Never had he expected the effort put into a person like him. It made him happy but, at the same time, upset. Learning that you sacrificed what little money you had for a want made him remember the times he was a kid and he begged his mother or grandmother for a toy. It was akin to a feeling of guilt and thankfulness. 

It made him very appreciative of you even more. A friend never goes as far as to sacrifice something just for him. It usually just ends in favors. For this event, Deuce dubs you an exceptional friend, which means he would offer more favors than usual and might pay attention to your budget too. After all, you did a lot for him.

“I appreciate this so much, Perfect! However, this gift is costly. I overlooked that. I promise you! I am in debt, and you get more favors from me now! By the way, if you need more help with the budget, I have some experience!”

jack howl

Jack is a very modest person who grew up in a very stable and well-disciplined environment. Money isn’t an issue, and his wants are always on the back of his head. So, gifts are something he isn’t that used to wanting. Discipline was evident in his character beyond his physical appearance. 

Every gift received is something Jack would make sure that isn't causing someone in trouble for financial terms and that it is safely used. So, when he received a trinket that suited his tastes from you, he made sure to keep it In excellent condition. One, it was a showcase of his appreciation. Two, he hates wasting someone’s gifts due to his recklessness.

Though, Jack had some suspicions about the fact your healthy meals and tuna supply had dwindled. Was the headmaster not giving enough as usual? He swore you had some excellent earned money from your errands that seemed ridiculous. When he later found the reason was the gift, Jack’s ears drooped as guilt washed over his being.

While the gift was something Jack truly liked, he was guilty that he indulged before realizing that you don’t have enough resources or money for himself. You smiled and waved off his concern, saying that his appreciation and respect were enough. That wasn’t sitting right with Jack. 

He always made sure to compensate you for your gifts with his gifts to you. Jack makes gifts rather than spending. After all, he knows you would try to pay with more money-oriented gifts. So, while you both enjoyed exchanging meaningful gifts, Jack reminds you that those are more important than the monetary ones. It feels more significant, he quotes. 

“So, I got you some diet foods. It is good, I trust you. While I know Grim won’t like diet foods in your dorm, this is a tasty and tuna-flavored alternative to the canned tunas. I heard some of the prices increased, so this is cheaper and as tasty… Yeah.. Uh... No need to pay me back!”

epel felmier 

Soot and dirt always covered and smeared Epel's adoring face. He knew hardships and trials as quickly as he knew how to breathe. Gifts are something he gets on occasion. Not once did he seek out a token extensively. Meemaw was always telling him lessons and morality of appreciation and not being this little brat.

Call him prudish, but he hated gifts. The gifts of throwaway trinkets, cards that rot in a box, and flowers that decay to the earth. He hated it. But not in the way of pure hatred, just a big chunk of annoyance. He loves gifts that are unique, usable, and practical. So, giving him something he could use was a dealbreaker.

However, as grateful as he is, Epel is skeptical. The tuna and apple pies he used to see stocked up are now usually eaten in succession. You had some indulgences, like extra snacks, were suddenly put on hold. Initially, he thought of this instance as you being frugal as that Headmaster won’t give you enough. 

He felt immense guilt when he discovered that your newfound frugal lifestyle was because of the thoughtful gift on his bedside table. It was a gift he adored from you; it was compact, functional, and elegant enough to pass Pomefiore’s requirement for decorum. 

In return, Epel made himself your servant for other tasks that the Headmaster gave. Be it the weird cleaning spots or running across the field for a product you probably never heard of, he was familiar with. Epel even wanted to give back the gift so you could get your money back, but Rook smacked his head and declared how rude it was to return a gift even if the intent was  Sighing; Epel just compromises for the both of you.

“Yo, Prefect. Uh… Got any more weird tasks that Headmaster needs ya to do? I’m up for it. Look, don’t give me that face. I wanna help; you gave me a surprise. I’m just returning the favor, ‘kay?”

sebek zigvolt

Like Jack, Sebek is disciplined in many aspects beyond his physique. He grew up with the mindset that he must serve Malleus and that Malleus was the utmost priority in life. He only came to know the wants of his young master or anyone close to his young master. So, gifts or his wishes don’t cross his mind.

That isn’t to say he has some longing for some matters; after all, he was still a young student branching out to discover new sides of himself. Ever since he stepped into NRC, he has known that not everything would be the same. Sebek turned out to be right as you also entered his life, making him more human than he was in his entire life.  He soon found out he sometimes yearns to hang out with friends; he likes to indulge in foods that were restricted from his diet as a trainee for a knight, and many more.

So, to indulge him a bit more, you bought him a gift. The gift is something that he was so fond of. It was up to his tastes and relatively hard to find, but it also was something from you– a friend he longed to bring out more humanity in him. Yet, from the get-go, Sebek can tell that something is wrong after you give him a gift. As your certified friend (and a bit of a mother hen), he can see your meals lessening and some of your necessities disappearing. 

Scolds you relentlessly, spouting out anything from “you’re young master’s friend, are you trying to hurt him?!” to “are you insane, human?!”. Honestly, it does wear him and you down to a degree over his thunderous voice, but you nonetheless appreciate those words. You sheepishly tell him that the gift was a thank you and reminder of how he is your friend. A privilege that you deem is of the highest degree. 

Sebek just rolls his eyes and consults with others on how he can repay a gift; after all, he only knows how to give. Lilia primarily consulted him; after all, Lilia holds a dear spot for Sebek. Lilia always nudges the lad to enjoy his youth more. Back to the topic, Lilia does encourage Sebek to show appreciation and give a gift too! It could be more practical than a sentimental one due to your current conditions (if only he could shout at the Headmaster as you do)!

“Human! I mean… Prefect! This gift holds a… forget it! I brought you a gift too! Alongside some essentials. I didn’t expect this gesture from you after all my yelling. You really are a handful. Lilia says you might like this… but I was hesitant to– JUST TAKE IT!”

[manjiroscum]

BEYOND THE COSMOS

Character/s: alien!Kakucho

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, reader is a tease, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kakucho has 2 big 🍆 + a long tongue, doggy, couch sex, dirty talking, cum eating, blowjob/throat fucking, implied marathon sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the first entry for kinktober, sorry it’s late... this is dedicated to my sweet bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #1

Summary: Your new neighbor’s dick(s) is out of this world.

WC: 2.8K

Kakucho loves the earth more than most homo sapiens ever could. Compared to the dreary and almost desolate planet he hailed from, the earth was far more interesting and had unique customs that varied wherever he could travel to. Eventually, he was tasked to settle down. And he did, in a quaint house that was minutes away from the park where he normally would jog in the early morning because he learned from an earthling that it is beneficial to their body. Yet, despite acquiring such knowledge, Kakucho could never be a human being nor possess a body that functions the way it would. And this extends to his reproductive parts.

He was never required to have a human mate. No, the only directives he was given upon embarking on this journey were the following: live on earth, explore, study about the species that live on the planet, do not get caught, and go back home if he had gathered enough knowledge. This was his third year on the rocky, terrestrial plant. He may enjoy trying all the food it has to offer, learning the countless languages its habitants speak, and making ‘friends’, but it has been quite a lonely experience for the extraterrestrial. Contrary to the way his human friends think of his kind, or what they like to endearingly call ‘aliens’, Kakucho was not heartless, unemotional nor thought of himself as superior. But due to this stereotype, he found it hard to form long-lasting relationships. He was quite sure he'd stay naive about the way earth dwellers courted one another and how they reproduce… until a certain someone moved into the one-story house next to his.

“Hello! Thought I’d drop by to greet my neighbor,” you cheerily spoke, eyes sparkling under the sunlight that somehow seemed to shine down on your beautiful face. Kakucho was not a stranger to the feeling of love or lust, yet he couldn’t help but curse in his mother tongue under his breath. You were absolutely brimming with life—or charming, as Izana, one of his human friends would simply put it. Raising a brow at the odd language he uttered, you slightly backed up. With a sheepish glance at the attractive man, you weakly laughed. “I-is it a bad time? Do you understand what I just said?”

Kakucho wished he didn’t panic. Clearing his throat, he nodded a bit too vigorously then returned the warm smile you shot him before he felt his own nerves get the best of him. “Y-yeah, of course, I understood. Sorry about that, I was just taken aback. I thought you were here for a different reason—ah, welcome to the neighborhood!” He was sure he sounded lame. According to Izana, humans who were considered lame could never be invited to any special gatherings. He can’t have that, especially when his new neighbor was so pretty that if you ended up hating him, Kakucho doesn’t know how he’ll recover from that.

He might have to move away to get rid of his embarrassment. Or worse, go back to his home planet.

“Ah, it’s alright. And thank you!” The smile on your face returned, which caused relief to sweep over Kakucho. As you introduced yourself and asked for his name, unbeknownst to you, Kakucho was too focused on your lips the entire time. This is good. If he can get you to keep smiling, then maybe he has a chance at—wait a minute, a chance at what exactly? This can’t be what Izana has been laughing at whenever the topic is on the table, right? About love at first sight… Just as Kakucho was formulating his thoughts together and figuring out why he was acting this way, you bid him farewell. Again, he couldn’t help but curse and yet, thank the cosmos for sending such an exquisite human his way after years of merely dipping his toes in the water out of fear of being discovered.

Shit, does he like you?

Most earth dwellers may have a fascination for aliens such as him, however, Kakucho knew better than to outright reveal himself. He has seen those alien movies and he wasn’t impressed. But fuck, how difficult it is to keep pretending that the cat that occasionally visits your house is afraid of him or that the television isn’t working because of the faulty satellite dish and not because of his nature. He can’t also explain why he is so great at crane games just because he could see through the machine’s rigged system. There came a time Kakucho knew you were so close to finding out he was lying about knowing why you were feeling hot and bothered by the confused expression you wore. Perhaps you catching a cold wasn’t the right answer.

“Don’t ‘ya feel hot and bothered whenever you see me, Kakucho?”

Kakucho tries to avoid the chances of you interrogating him. Not that he had any qualms answering questions which he already had a planned response to—like how he got his scar, where he lived, and why he decided to run a small business. Those replies were already given to him by his superiors. An identity he had to embody. He just wished his boss had also prepared responses to whatever inquiries you may throw and ones that seem believable. Kakucho can’t outright say his favorite species was another alien race in the galaxy or that his favorite food to eat was something out of this world.

There were even times he feared his cover would get blown at any day you invite him to your home. He didn’t know what to say when you questioned him if you can walk around naked in your own house. He supposed it was fine. The videos he often sees Izana watching in secret were humans with no clothing on. The giggle you made sent shivers down his spine in fright, scared he answered wrongly, swaying your hips as you walked towards him.

“Kaku, are you sure you want to see me with no clothes on?”

You really got him on edge every time he came over. Despite this, Kakucho didn’t have the heart to get angry or refuse you. He may be breaking the one directive of not getting caught by just spending time with you whenever he can yet he can’t stop.

Fuck, he can’t stop seeing you and basically dancing to your every whim. Kakucho was like a moth attracted to a dangerous blaze. This was bad and he was down horrendously for you. The only thing that was stopping him from confessing that you awakened his primal need to have a mate was his true form. You might run off in terror and that alone will kill him inside. Such uneasiness was raised to uncountable numbers on one fine evening when you pushed him down on the couch, a killer smirk on your lips. The speechless extraterrestrial nearly passed out at the sight of you sitting on his lap and leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Holy shit.

“Kaku, tell me honestly…” you whispered against his cold ear, sensually running your free hand up his cool chiseled chest that the polo shirt couldn’t hide. Kakucho was on high alert, unable to relax his nerves that were all over the place. And yet, he was also hypnotized by the sound of your voice right next to his ear and the warmth of your body. Simply put, he was in a compromising situation. “I know you’re keeping something from me. Not only are you strange, but your body temperature isn’t common—it’s like I’m friends with a dead guy, ‘ya know?” Failing to answer, Kakucho remained silent which prompted you to continue. “Kaku, you and I had our fun times… You can tell me anything. Other than being my neighbor, I’ve considered you as a friend—maybe even more.” At that fact, Kakucho’s mood suddenly picked up. He then stared at you, those mismatched irises you’ve come to love filled with surprise. Kakucho was about to say something along the lines that yes, to some degree he felt the same, when you cut him off with a kiss, one that was brimming with longing. Tongues danced to the tune of ecstasy that Kakucho could feel his dicks twitch and turn hard. His nostrils are able to smell your arousal.

You almost screamed out of pure joy. For months, your mind has been at its wit’s end trying to figure out if Kakucho likes you or if he was just leading you on. Despite his strange actions, you greatly fell for the man and wished he would pay attention to you. It wasn't every day you get to have a hot neighbor and one so cute, too. All your worries left the building the second he was kissing you back, tossing his inhibitions and you did the same. The tension along with the pent-up lust released and found solace with every touch and kiss. Yet, Kakucho had to know. He had to ask you if you were okay with this—loving an alien who had been lying about his existence the whole time… He wished you wouldn't freak out or run. Or perhaps, both.

How will he tell you the truth without doing that?

“Kaku, what's wrong?” you questioned as he pulled away, brows furrowed in deep thought that it scared you. Maybe you were just assuming the whole time and were disgusted by you. Eyes turning glassy, you stayed silent as you waited for any rejection or command to get away from him. What happened was the total opposite of what you imagined. Instead of any form of harsh treatment, Kakucho got up from the couch and started to undress. The heat from in between your thighs traveled up to your face at the mere action. Glorious it was to see his chest and the muscles there flexing as he got rid of his shirt, glistening slightly with sweat. His scent made your knees weak. You were so mesmerized by the little 'show' that you didn't pay any attention to him removing his pants along with his boxers to reveal not just one oddly shaped hard cock that slapped against his toned stomach—there were two.

T-two?

“Sorry, I… wasn't sure how I was gonna tell you this. That I’m… not actually human.” Kakucho swore you froze up for a moment at the confession. He supposed it was a very valid and much-anticipated reaction. Anyone would be too stunned to speak, especially since aliens were ‘nonexistent’ to any realists. Hands gripping his polo, Kakucho waited for your comment, violent reactions—anything that will indicate you finally took in the reality in front of you.

If things do go south real fast, then he will have no choice but to…

“Is… Are these real?” you whispered, catching his attention immediately. His eyes went wide upon seeing you reach out to touch his stiff cocks that were oozing with what seemed to be precum. Kakucho let out a hiss once you wrapped your hand around one, thumb rubbing the tip teasingly. His unattended cock bobbed as the other started leaking more precum once your tongue made contact with the leaky tip. What a vulgar sight it is. Back on Kakucho’s planet, no one would dare to lick or touch it. “Huh, they’re very… sensitive. It makes total sense now. The cold temperature of your body, your lack of knowledge on certain things… But it’s alright. You’re still such a cutie and I like you.”

To see you down on your knees, sucking on what you can, it was no wonder Kakucho wanted to cum right there and then. His breaths were shaky, hands coming down to fist your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk proudly at the feat you just earned. It is already a big deal to suck and have sex with an alien—a handsome one who has two big dicks—yet to have him moan like a virgin was something else.

What a reward this is.

“Lemme—shit, can I take the lead?” Your foreign lover questioned softly, his hand tucking back the stray hairs that hid your face from him. “Don’t want you to—ah, fuck… Don’t wanna tire you.” Of course, how could you say no to his offer? Your addled mind was consumed by lust as your eyes rolled back once the tip hit the back of your throat. Kakucho tested the waters first, slowly thrusting his hips until he settled on a brutal pace that should have bruised your pharynx. Your muffled moans and whines filled the living room along with his ragged breaths. It wasn’t soon before he was spilling his thick globs of semen straight down your esophagus. His loud groan was almost deafening. His other cock came untouched, spurting all over your fucked out expression as you gagged around him. The milky substance ran down your lashes and chin. What set his mind on fire was the possibility of you taking his two dicks successfully in your mouth, but that can wait. You can wait.

Kakucho was bewitched by the sensation and your obscene state. Jaw unhinged and cheeks warm, you slowly swallowed the remaining cum in your mouth then presented your now empty mouth. Flesh ignited by it, Kakucho pulled you up to kiss you squarely on the lips, tasting you and himself. Moaning into the kiss, you maneuvered him around and pushed him once again onto the couch. You wasted no time straddling him, grinding your clothed pussy on his erect cocks, desperate for friction down there. After a couple of kisses and his hands tearing your clothes apart to caress more of your burning flesh, you were now in the nude and pressing his face into your breasts.

“Suck on my tits, please,” you whined. Kakucho instantly agreed and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. He supposed it was no use hiding his other ‘otherworldly’ features from you, letting the true length of his tongue slip out and lick around your tit. Your eyes went wide and suddenly chuckled, fingers weaving through his midnight-blue hair. “Fuck, wanna have that tongue down my throat—mhm…” Your mouth felt full, the muscle leaving no place untouched. Every nook and cranny. Drenched with your juices, you parted your wet folds for his eager eyes to behold. “Fuck me, Kaku. Wanna feel that cock of yours inside. Pump me full of your cum, please. Pump me so full like a slut—your slut.”

Whether he had hesitations or not, your alien lover was quick to nod his head and got up. You bent over the couch, hissing as Kakucho slid his long and girthy cock that easily parted your damp cunt. “R-rub my clit, love. Ah…” Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of his fingers drawing circles on your clit as his cock entered, close to losing the strength of your legs. He grunted at how tight and warm you were inside. He could stay inside of you forever and just keep pumping you with his seed. Maybe getting you swollen with his children will be a breakthrough for his expedition and be beneficial to his superiors. Those ideas of his soon faded away into the back of his mind as his hips went with a rapid pace. Your cries for more and for him to fuck you and talk dirty echoed around the house. The salacious noises of skin against skin and his other cock slapping on your ass was a far better visual and auditory experience than those lifeless videos Izana watched. So much better.

“T-tell me, Kaku—ah, ah—do you like my pussy? S-say you do!”

Kakucho groaned.

“P-please, tell me!”

“Yeah—fucking hell, I love it.”

“Good, good… Ah, tell me, do you wanna cum inside me? Gonna knock me up?” Endless curses then poured from your tongue at the image. “Gonna give me children? Gonna make me look pregnant as you fill me up?”

Kakucho echoed your words as best as he can. His left hand cupped one of your tits while the other continued to rub your clit. Your nails dug into the couch’s headrest at the delicious and mind-blowing fuck of your life. Head bobbing and tits bouncing with every hard smack of his hips, you unknowingly came and whined helplessly. Kakucho then followed with a grunt, pumping your cunt with hot strings of cum. If he weren’t holding you, your face would have met the couch. Out of breath, you waited for your spasming to calm down. Kakucho’s mind was in a slight daze. And yet, his other cock was still painfully hard and just waiting to shoot out semen. Before you could even gather your thoughts and ask for him to fuck you again, he was quick to slip his other cock into your abused pussy again. This was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care at all, stupidly smiling as Kakucho began to speed up again, eager to make your wishes come true.

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Next part

[monsterfloofs]

Male Moth Monster (Moffie♡) x Female Reader (Sfw!)

Moff bby with his army of moffs - he likes the protagonist and uses his little moffs to come visit and keep an eye on you < 3

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You have always had a strange thing with moths.

You weren't sure if they were drawn to you or if you were drawn to them. They would hang around your lights when you worked late into the night. One particular big one hung around for the longest time. It came crawling over to you when you had been working on the computer. Their sweet face with big black eyes seemed to stare at you as you sat typing away. You kept glancing over at them, wondering when it would take off towards the computer screen. But they sat with you like a little polite house guest until you had got up and carefully took them outside.

And then this last night while you were working, another big moth had flown in through the door. You had scrambled to catch it and set it outside so it wouldn’t get stuck inside or potentially hurt. It was the end of your shift and as your manager locked the door behind you, you had hurried up and let the moth go underneath a lamppost. You can hear the manager chuckling behind you and you give a sheepish grin. Turning to wave goodbye before you hurry off to your car at the other end of the parking lot. You unlock your car and open the door, slipping inside with a sigh. As you close the door and pop your key into the engition. As your car hums to life, you take a quick glance around the empty parking lot. Your fingers just curling around the handle of your throttle, preparing to shift into reverse. But something makes you stop and stare. You can see the faint silhouette of a tall figure standing towards the back of the building. Just far enough that your eyes could have passed over them without seeing them there. You feel the blood drain out of your face, and your left hand snaps forward to lock the doors of your car. You hurriedly reverse your car, keeping a worried eye on the back mirror as you speed out of the employee parking lot and out onto the street. But looking back, you weren’t really sure if you had seen something there or not. The tall silhouette that had urged a prompt departure was gone. But it takes a long time for your heart to stop hammering up in your throat. Glancing over as many times as you can before the dark space behind the building is out of sight.

With a deep sigh of relief, you realize you were far enough along on the road toward home you can relax. And with no other cars with you on the road, you feel much safer. You tell yourself that even if it had just been your imagination it was a good reminder for you to stay on the alert when you were alone. You couldn’t be too careful, even if where you worked was a quieter part of town. You pull your car into the garage and lean your head back into the car seat. That was more excitement that you wanted to have in a very, very long time. You can feel the exhaustion finally kick in once you are parked and your car is turned off. You press the button to close the garage door and amble inside, rummaging around in the kitchen to find something quick to eat for dinner. It’s a little house that you have all to yourself. You work hard to keep it afloat and you are proud to call it home.

You pull out some leftovers in the fridge and as you stand up you are suddenly whacked in the face by something, causing you to lurch and drop your dinner. You cup a hand to the side of your head, feeling a scuttle of feet on your fingers. “Oh no, not another one,” You groan in defeat, pulling back your hand to reveal a moth, grooming it’s tufted antennas on your palm. “Where are all of you guys coming from?” You march exasperatedly towards the front porch, muttering under your breath. As you open the door to step outside, the moth takes this moment to buzz to life. It alights from your hand and flies away into the darkness. You blink and look confused, all the moths you have ever let outside always carreen awkwardly to the left to encircle the light on your porch. You’ve never seen one take off straight into the darkness. That was above bizarre, you shake your head in confusion and close the door. Kicking off your shoes and retreating back into the kitchen to pick up your leftovers. Thankfully, the plastic box had flipped onto its lid, and you were able to carefully pick up your food without spilling it all over your floor. You pop your food into the microwave and pull up a chair, resting your feet while you wait impatiently for dinner.

--

Eat, sleep, rinse, repeat, back on your way to work, to work another night shift. You don’t think about the events of last night too much until it’s time to lock up. Then it’s the only thing you can think about. You can feel your body tense tightly as you march along the lamplit sidewalk. You had parked in the customer parking lot tonight instead of the employees and it had made you feel a lot better. You had also made sure to have your keys out of your pocket and in your hand for easy access. Jumping in your car and immediately locking the door. You didn’t pause to look around until you were leaving your parking space and turning onto the road. Feeling a slight tense sensation in your temple you give a small sigh. The tense part was over and the only thing that’s left is a relaxing ride back. Again the roads were barren, and above the sky was filled with stars. It was a peaceful trek to your house, and as you turn off your car you almost don’t want to get up. Eventually you coax yourself out of the car and go inside, you can still here the garage door rattling closed as you close the door behind you.

As you go about setting down your keys, you hear a thump on your roof that makes you start. You hope it wasn't a tree branch, that could have done some damage. You grab your cell phone and head out onto the porch trying to see what could have landed on your house. You stand on your tippy toes and try and aim the light higher. The beam of light catches something dark and shiny and you tilt your head, trying to see what it is. 

Before something massive lifts itself up off of the roof. Your jaw goes slack and you stumble forward towards the door. Your hands gripping the handle but your feet slip out from under you. You scrabble to get your footing and take a precautionary glance behind you.

"Hello." A tall figure stands before you in the light. A tall shapely figure, whose torso started off emboldened and thinned down to a long body with thin legs. Your hand gripped the door handle as you started at this large creature before you. You were staring at a moth, the biggest moth you have ever seen. 

"Uhm. Hi?" Somehow you managed to be polite, there your voice was unusually high as you clung to the door. He shuffles towards you and you sink closer against the frame. He holds something out to you. A pair of his hands clasped together.

“You like?” He buzzes sweetly in a strange voice. His segmented hands lift apart, revealing a swarm of moths cupped in his hands, scuttling over one another in excitement. “They like you, I like you too.” You peek at the moths in his hands before looking up at his own dark eyes. “Uhm. . . thank you. . . ?” You squeak a little nervously, standing frozen on the spot, not quite sure what to do. The tall insectoid puts the moths back into his cloak, and tilts his head at you. “Scare you, last night. Did not want to.”

Your memory immediately snaps back to the large figure behind your work place. “Th-that was you?” You whisper. He nods, one of his antennas giving a little twitch. “Making sure you got in. . .” He gestures with his hand trying to come up with the right word. He must have gotten a little frustrated with trying to remember because his huge wings gave an irritated buzz, causing you to jump. “Car.” He said finally, “Make sure got in car, okay.” You nod, “Okay, you wanted to make sure I got in my car, why?” “I like you.” That was all he offered as a response. “Have for a long time, like you. Nice pheromones.” Now this was getting weird, weirder than it already had been. You give them a strange look. “You like. . . how I smell?” They nod again, this time with more feeling, as if repeating what they had said meant you totally understood what they were getting at. “Not just smell, kind. Kind to kin.” He shuffles his feet in embarrassment. “Like you, want to know more about you. Watch you to see if. . . you are one.” “I. . . am one what?” His attenna’s droop, he can tell he isn’t doing a good job with this. “Hooman’s different. I know. They find mate differently.” Now that, you understood. Your eyes pop open, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A couple of his hands, tentatively tap his fingers together, becoming shy. 

“W-wait a moment, so all this time you’ve been around my h-house?? H-how come I’ve never seen you??” “Could not. . . Just jump into your life. Scare you away. Had friends meet you first.” If you cocked your head and squinted really hard. . . you could almost make sense of that logic. Though you think by friends that means all the little moths you have been dealing with on a day to day basis. “I--” you hesitate, trying to find the right words, “I am. . . um, really touched, that is very s-sweet that you like m-me? I would. . . uhm. . . like to get to know you first, i-if that’s okay?” They stare at you with their big blank innocent eyes before they nod eagerly. “Yes!” 

Not exactly sure what you had just agreed upon, you shakily are able to get enough sense to pry open the door and step inside, "W-well. . . I am going to go get something to eat now. . ." You stare at each other for a long time, he fiddles with his hands, looking at you expectantly. You take a deep breath. "U-uhm. . . would you like to. . . come in?"

You feel like you have finally gone insane when you let the big moth creature inside your house. Come back down to Earth now friend, having a Mothman in your house won’t be that bad. . . at least they seem docile. . . “Um. . . would you like anything for dinner?” They look perplexed and a smile wobbles onto your face. “I have pizza. . . do you. . . like pizza?” They stare at you, not answering. Your eyes dart to the kitchen before looking back at him. “I’ll. . . go get you some pizza.” And you hoof it to the kitchen to dig around in the fridge. 

When you begin to lean up you run into something fluffy and hear a slight oof. He not only followed you into the kitchen, so quietly you didn’t even hear him. He also had been hovering over you and was curiously inspecting your fridge. He steps back, watching you with interest as you carefully step around him and navigate your way towards the microwave. “I can get food for us, why don’t you go have a seat in the living room?” He turns his head towards the living room then looks back at you with all the resolve of a lost puppy. “I wait here.” “Ah, you don’t have to though.” “I wait here.” You give him another odd look but you smile, “O-okay no problem, you can wait for me.” As you turn around towards the microwave you rummage around for some plates. He hovers around by the fridge as you punch the buttons, and once both plates are warm you balance them into the living room. Sitting down on the couch and offering a plate to him when he joins you.

He stares at the pizza in his hands and you give him an encouraging smile. Slowly from his mouth uncurles a very long proboscis. Pausing for a moment in an attempt to probe the pizza gently. But getting frustrated, he then pokes at the slice fervently with his delicate tongue. NyumNyumNyumNyumNyum, your eyebrow twitches, a smile creeping across your face as you find a bout of laughter wanting to bubble up your throat. He’s trying so hard to find a way to eat it. . . “O-okayyy, maybe pizza isn’t a good idea for you-- How about a smoothie or something liquid?” He hands you the plate and sags with visible relief. “Yes, please. Pizza hard.” 

You scurry out into the kitchen trying to keep in the giggles. Sucking in a couple of deep breaths to calm down. Thinking about his poor tongue slapping around pizza struck a very weird funny bone in you. It might have been from stress, or you might really be losing it! Who knows! That poor thing, you felt horrible but at the same time, it was cute and adorable. You busy yourself in the kitchen, gathering ingredients for your juicer. And the smarter, sneakier part of yourself also went on google to look up the kind of things moths were known to eat.

“Okay!” You pipe up happily, “Fruit juice with some greens! It’s ways better for you than pizza anyway.” You walk into the livingroom and he perks up, giving a little excited wiggle as he takes the tall glass from you. His tongue dipping into it like a straw and greedily drinking it up. You sit down resting your hand on your cheek and giving a little smile. “Guess we have a lot to learn about each other huh?” He peeks up at you, while he sips away, giving a little nod before he focuses on what he is drinking again. While he is distracted and you have had a small chance to warm up to him, you take a moment to look him over. 

He is very fluffy, and his plain creamy white appearance is very similar to the moths you have been finding in your house all this time. Big black eyes that take up most of his face, and a little dark colored notch for his small mouth. His antennas are dark brown. He had six limbs altogether, though he used two to stand like a human. The four other limbs he uses for hands had thin and delicate fingers. The joints in each finger had notches in them that made you think of a ball-jointed doll. Thin wrists, and arms, with his wings settled like a cloak around him. Though you could see the faint outline of a few of his little friends, clinging to the inside of his wings and staring at you.

Your eyes shift focus when his hands float into view, he’s holding the cup out to you, half of it’s contents already empty. “Share?” He gives the large glass a little motion, but you shake your head. “Oh no, that’s yours. I can make another if I really want to.” He places a hand on your knee which causes you to start. His big innocent eyes tentatively looking at you. “You okay?” You blink a few times before you smile, “Yeah! Yeah! Taking this. . . well. . . better than I thought I would hehe.” He gently rubs your knee with his long fingers. “Glad.” You can feel your face flush and you give a little embarrassed laugh. “Hah. . . “ You drop your gaze feeling a little strange. “Do you have a name? I mean, I really should have asked you that first huh?” “Name hard to pro-nounce this way.” He mumbles, "How would you normally pronounce it?" He shakes his head sadly. "Not spoken language. Learn to talk for you." 

You were initally nervous about your new house guest, but the two of you had grown close in a short amount of time. He had an impeccable sense of smell, as you realized from living with him. He was able to follow your scent from work all the way home from the sky. And the times where you had gotten stressed and panicky in the middle of the night, he would turn up out of nowhere, all four arms wrapping around you as his wings buzzed in an attempt to comfort you. It wasn't until he started squeaking and chirping in concern when you had finally been able to snap out of the panic and given a weak giggle. 

He didn't make other sounds often, he tried his best to communicate to you in his broken english. He understood more than he could speak, though you had a feeling with how his throat and vocal chords were, he wasn't really supposed to talk the same way humans did. Pheromones were a moths main form of communication and for finding mates. It was their language for practically everything, but you didn't have the same sense he did. There were little things you could pick up on, traits and quirks you associated with his different moods. 

There were a lot of times you felt badly, he was trying to fit into your world. With how you were built you couldn't really offer the same things to try and learn more about his. Even though there was a massive communication gap, he expressed that he loved you and wanted to stay. Gentle hands that held yours, his fingers would stroke you affectionately. When you would lean up to kiss him, his wings would buzz causing a plume of his little buddies to fly off in all directions.

For your own amusement you ended up calling the little moths that clung to him, his Moffia. They weren't always with him, but he certainly attracted other Moths. If he was outside they would flit and fly all around him. You had a nagging worry you might accidently hurt one of his friends if you moved the wrong way. Eventually his little guests had more or less been carefully moved outside, the Moffia had dismantled and was moving on towards bigger and better things.

"Happy with me?" He whispers as you sit down beside him on the couch. You look up at him before you lean against him, "Of course, but are you happy with me?" You can feel your brow crease, "I know I'm not exactly moth material." "Always love you," He leans his head done to gently nuzzle you with his sweet mouth. "Ever since I smell your scent." You laugh with embarrassment, petting his fluffy mane. "Are you happy we got to know eachother better though?" He nods "Very happy, very, very, happy." You snuggle closer to him, putting your arms around him and laying your head against his fluffy collar. "Me too."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AWW MY LOVELY ARIII 💞 i’m incredibly sorry that this was so late, i had the fattest nap ever known to both man AND womankind (13 whole hours is WILD 🤯). whelp ig it’s just my sleep debt catching up on me :((( but tysm for checking up on me bby! i rly hope uve had a good day today. don’t forget to eat well, drink water nd get those full 8 hours of well deserved sleep!!

ahhh work was sm chiller than i expected yesterday. i work part time at mecca (australian equivalent for sephora) and there was not a single 12 year old sephora kid in sight! phewww 😮‍💨 i remember once, majority of my shift was spent cleaning the glow recipe aisle bc some 10 year old thought it was a good idea to spill the samples everywhere 😭 that was not fun hsjsjs

AND OMFG TOJI W SUNNIES 😻😻 the things i wld do to see toji in summer istg. ig i just have a thing for dilfs atp 🤷‍♀️ hahaha i doubt i cld fix him tho but iss okk 🥲 ALSO ALSO YOU AND SUGU WLD WORK SO WELL TOGETHER HSHSHSH. relationship goals right there!

uni bf sugu wld definitely have a tattoo or two asw as some piercings. no bc why do i feel like a helix piercing wld suit him SO WELL THO. like i genuinely believe sugu’s jewellery game wld be unbeatable. like i can see his piercings and all that (cs i picture him with more than one piercing iykwim) lookinf so aesthetically pleasing and HAJSJSJK. also the turtle necks are SO REALL. like he would 100% wear glasses whilst he’s in his dorms or maybe during campus asw. ++ i feel like he wld suit those reading glasses so well but he’d be the type to wear it occasionally and i can just imagine like most of his classmates like ‘wait you wear glasses!? 😮’ rahh we were robbed of a uni geto fs :(

also i saw how ur a lit major and can i just say that’s like the coolest thing ever what?? hsjsjsj lit majors seem so so cool omg. oddly specific question but dy guys have like a certain amount of time you spend reading a certain book?? if so, how long is it usually? ahh i’m sorry if that was a stupid question 😭 i read INCREDIBLY slow but i wanna get back into it yk. my reading slump’s been going on for far too long but idk which book to read to help me get out of said reading slump hshshsh. i’m still in awe that ur a lit major tho 🥹 like i hold utmost respect for all lit major students. i shldve guessed that u majored in lit/smth remotely to do with creative writing bcs your sugu drabble was written so BEAUTIFULLY AHHH. okok my words probably don’t do it any justice but it was just written so well to the point it was mind blowing yk? ahh i wish my brain worked like urs!! i 100% see sugu as that caring and doting bf who’d just be hyper aware of everything about you down to the smallest things ever. he’s just so sweet and so loveable istg 🥰🥰 i think about cult leader geto at least once everyday (roman empire much!) but i literally cannot emphasise how much i loved ur geto drabble omfg. the yearning was just 🤌🤌🤌 especially during that scene where mc brought up how sugu must’ve loved his bsf a lot, the change in his mannerisms were so subtle yet it was so evoking at the same time. like sure it was subtle, but it was enough for mc to k that she had hit a sore spot. also i just thought it was perfect in symbolising the strong bond sugu had w toru. like the mere mention of toru wld cause sugu to have like sm nostalgic memories rush back to him. HAKSJSJ thank u sm for gracing us w your drabble bby. im not even exaggerating when i say that it genuinely pulled my heartstrings HARD. hshshsh it was such an enjoyable read!

btw to answer ur question earlier, i’m currently pursuing my bachelor of biomedicine with a major in integrated dental sciences. i’m a stem girly thru and thru. idk australia has this funky thing where we specialise in our degrees almost instantly (i’m not too sure if it’s the same for other countries).

++ i was scrolling on pinterest earlier and i came across this

HELLO WHY CAN I LOWK PICTURE SUGU JUST MUNCHING ON HIS BAGUETTES IDK 😭 emily in paris who? i only know suguru geto in paris 😌

tysm for taking the time to read all this ari 💗 i appreciate you so so much. hope you’ve had a good day/night so far! mwah ilyyy <333

UKI MY DEAREST <3333 no need to apologize pls!! i’m so happy that you got a bunch of rest!!!!! :33 AND I’M SO GLAD WORK WAS CHILL TOO gosh the glow recipe thing…. 😭😭 u have my condolences. i’m proud of you for working so hard!! pls pat yourself on the back since i can’t 🫂🫂

DILF LOVERS UNITE BTW i’m soooo weak for toji…….. for all the jjk dilfs actually……… they’re just so good. toji w sunnies is gonna rot in my brain atp he would look so perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ur brain is so big uki. AND EVERYTHING ABT COLLEGE BF SUGU PLS HAVE MERCY ON MY HEARTTTTT he makes me feel ill………… THE HELIX PIERCINGGGG YOU’RE SO RIGHT!!!! and him wearing glasses in his dorm….. i would simply Explode he’s sooooo bf it’s crazy :(((((

AAA AND YOU’RE A BIO MAJOR THAT’S SO COOL WHAT????? dental care too!!!!!! stem girlies have my heart and respect always always always 🙏🙏🙏 in my brain the stem girlies and liberal arts majors r holding hands :33 we respect u sm yknow!!! as for your question……. honestly i don’t rlly keep track of how long it takes me to read a certain book 😭😭 i think i usually work under the assumption that i read like. one page per minute?? ish??? but that also totally depends on the format…. so i can’t rlly give u a sure answer :’3 BUTTT pls never be discouraged to read a book just bc u read slow!! that’s normal!!!! reading becomes so much more enjoyable when you find a book that you enjoy and have fun reading, and at the point the time won’t matter bc you’ll be done before you know it!! aaa i’d love to give you some recs but i’d have to know more abt your taste 😭 a book i read recently that wasn’t toooo long + was written beautifully + made me cry LMAO is ”the travelling cat chronicles” by hiro arikawa!! if you like cats it’s def for you :33 usually when i find books to read i check a summary and some quotes just to get a feel for it, so that’s a good idea if you wanna find one that suits your taste!!

……. i hope that’s at least . a little bit helpful PHDKDBF i’m sorry uki 😭😭 i’m probably the least competent lit major when it comes to giving advice on reading BUT i’m cheering you on!!!! literature is sooooo genuinely wonderful when you aren’t being forced to read a book you don’t like for school lmao. and if you want recs my dms and inbox r always open for u!!! don’t hesitate to ask <333

aaaaaaaa but uki 🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls i cried you are SO unbelievably sweet ….. ur tags on the geto drabble made me feel so warm!!!!! and i’m just so giddy that u liked it!!!!! all ur words r so kind pls T—T i also love and adore cult leader geto…. i genuinely think he would be so soft and doting and sickeningly devoted to his beloved. he just loves them so much his heart completely overflows :(( our nostalgic sappy wife……….. he means the world to me

AND PLSSSS THE SUGU PIC 😭😭😭 he’s so sillyyyyyyy i love him sm <333 ty for that cute little treat hehe, i hope your day/night is going super well too!!! and tysm for taking the time to write this out, i love chatting w you <333 here are some other silly gojo images in return >:3 … the resemblance is uncanny i fear . our kitty cat of all time !!!

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Request by @strangeinternetwasteland:  How about you continue the story with the actual date? Or fake texts the day after your date?

Muted Infatuation part two coming your way bby. 👏❤

Muted Infatuation (Part Two) || Corpse x Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Catch part one here if you haven’t read it yet. 🥰

The one thing that you had never thought would have happened had happened and your heart was beating out of your chest. Had THE Corpse Husband just agreed to a date with you? Had he really just confessed his feelings for you to Sean without realizing you were there? You could barely contain your excitement as you heard a beep come from your phone. 

You looked down only to see a discord notification from Corpse. 

Corpse 2:15am

I can’t wait for dinner tomorrow…. Wait… it’s already after midnight, so dinner tonight! What do you want me to grab you?

You clutched your phone to your chest and giggled excitedly. You never would have believed that you were going to move your relationship along this far with the guy that you had been talking back and forth with for months. The man had never missed a good morning text since the day that you had met. 

You 2:16am

Just let me know when you decide where you’re going to get food and I’ll let you know what to grab me. I can’t wait either!

Corpse 2:16am

I’ll call you later on when I order the food and to get your address.

As the night grew later your eyes grew heavy and you knew that you would need to hit the pillows soon. Hours of Among Us play had you more tired than you could have imagined that gaming could have made you. Your head hit the pillow and your eyes closed with nothing but happy thoughts about what was to come later that day. 

* * * * * * 

The sound of the ticking clock that sat across from you in the living room seemed to fill your head. You had ten minutes, maybe, before he got here. Why were you so nervous? Corpse had revealed himself to you before, it’s not like you had never seen the guy. Was this really just because it would be your first time meeting him in person? Get yourself together… 

You begged with yourself to calm down, but you knew that that time would never come. When the knock on the door filled the room your heart felt like it would stop. He was here. 

You slowly stood from the couch and stepped to the door, your hand hesitating over the handle as you tried to will yourself to open it. 

You finally gripped the handle and pulled it open, your heart feeling like it was going to jump up your chest and out through your mouth. But as you looked at him standing before you with his arms full of food you couldn’t help but smile. His grin spread from ear to ear as he sat in your presence and you wanted to scream in joy. 

You held yourself together and pushed your hair behind your ear. “Hi…” Your nervousness was easy to read as you stood in the doorway, but his was all over his face too despite that smile. 

Corpse shifted the bag of food and laughed a little. “Hello… can I come in and put this down?”

You wanted to slap yourself in the face. Had you really just made him stand in front of you holding this bag of food? You moved from the doorway and felt your cheeks growing warm. “Of course, come in.”

Corpse set the bag down on the coffee table and looked around slowly, taking in every aspect of your living room and admiring it. He turned back to you and let himself fall onto the couch behind him. “So what do you want to watch?” He reached for the grocery bag he had placed down next to the food and grabbed a couple of DVDs out of it. “I brought a couple of movies too, just in case.”

You walked toward him and took a seat next to him, looking at the movies in his hand. “I’m down to watch anything, pick one of those and we’ll pop it in.”

Corpse handed you one and started to unload the food while you set up the movie, both of you eager to get this “date” started. As you returned he handed your food to you and you both leaned back against the couch as the play button was pressed. 

It had been a long time since you had sat down and just watched a movie with someone. Occasional glances were cast between the two of you as the movie progressed, your cheeks both growing warm as you laughed together, not expecting to laugh that hard as the same parts. And as you both finished your dinner and put in the second movie you were surprised as how well the night was going.

The second movie was something that was just background noise as you pressed play. Corpse had really felt like he could trust you. He opened up. He was like a rushing waterfall as he told you all about himself and you were happy to listen. You hadn’t realized that the entire time he had been talking, you had been smiling. 

Corpse reached a hand out and placed it on your leg, snapping you out of your tranced state as you watched and admired everything that he did, hanging onto every word that he said to you. But as he stopped talking you felt the couch shifting, your eyes closed and a second later you felt lips touch your own. Your lips danced together and lingered there. 

As he pulled away you felt your cheeks growing warm for the third time and tried to keep your cool. Corpse let his head fall down and smiled slightly. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

Your hand rested on his chin and pushed his face up, making him look at you. “It’s fine. I liked it.”

As the words left your lips his body moved and pulled you into his. His strong arms wrapped around you and pulled your body to him. As your head rested on his chest you listened to his heart beat quickly, clearly nervous about what he had just done. You both watched the movie that played on the television, but stayed in each other’s arms. The feeling of safety and happiness filling the room as you both closed your eyes and let the exhaustion of the day take over your bodies, only to wake up later on to the soft sound of the menu of the DVD playing in the background. 

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