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alby-rei · 10 months ago

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The Paranormal Performer (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU, Part 2)

a/n: Decided to get this one out soon since Part 1 was more of a prologue. When your curiosity leads you to pulling a musician out of his muse, how will you survive his harmonic wrath? Happy reading! ✨

Series: Comte's Ghost Mansion Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC WordCount: ~1200 words Characters: You, Mozart Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

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You lifted the oil lamp given to you by Sebastian to fight off the cold gloom of the mansion, shielding you with a warm, orange barrier. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness eventually. Trotting up the stairs, you opted to explore the east wing first.

A long hallway stretched before you, similar to the one you woke up in, if not the same one. Framed pictures hung against the wall that you passed by. Most of them were generic landscape paintings. You stopped at one that had a name engraved under it.

'Le Comte de Saint-Germain.'

It was terribly dusty. Curious, you removed the dust with the vacuum.

The force of its suction was much stronger than you expected. It latched onto the painting so hard you feared it would crumble and tear.

You, being an amateur at this, could not escape the dust storm that ensued from prying the vacuum off, sending you into a sneezing fit. You stumbled, crashing into something with your elbow. The crash of something fragile froze you in place. It sounded like porcelain.

Little embers illuminated the crime scene. You vacuumed the floor as well as you could, but the larger pieces remained as incriminating evidence. You pushed them under a chair, your sole witness, and hurried along.

“What Sebastian doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” you convinced yourself.

You peeked behind you, discerning if it was hidden enough from a distance. The darkness helped. For now.

Turning the corner, you slowed down to catch your breath. Oddly enough, lively piano music could be heard at the end of this new hallway. It was a catchy melody, one that had you walking in step with the tempo. It was hypnotizing in the way it made you forget what happened earlier. You followed the sound to its source, opening every door on the way. They were all locked.

“Aha!” Right outside where the music was loudest, the click of the doorknob meant you could go through.

You were met with a lone fortepiano in the middle of a pristine white room. Along one wall were instrument cases, probably for violins or violas. You struggled to tell them apart. From an arched window, moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the white keys in a heavenly glow. Little wispy particles danced in the air as the piano keys played themselves.

You stepped closer, mesmerized by the music, cheerful and uplifting. Familiar, the kind of merry tune that gathers dancing folk at a festival. The day before you visited the Louvre museum, you attended an orchestra concert celebrating Mozart’s 268th birthday. That must be where you heard it.

The piano played its last chord, drawing out its sound until it faded naturally. Scribbles appeared on sheet music paper leaning against the piano's rack, transcribed by a floating ink-stained quill. You blinked and tilted your head around the empty seat. Out of curiosity, you pressed some of the keys.

SLAM!

You jumped back and recoiled your hand, for a couple of reasons. One, the piano was out to get you for using it without permission. Two, there was now a fuming phantom-like figure sitting at the piano. His entire form was wrapped in an ethereal light, and you could see through him at certain angles.

“You dare interrupt my creative process?” His voice echoed in the room. “Have you no respect for a musician’s craft?!”

A gentleman, around the same height as Sebastian, stood up (he had no legs, you noted, so perhaps “floated up” may be more apt) and fixed a glare upon you. His white hair reached past his ears with a fringe swept in an arc, partially obscuring his striking lilac eyes. But it could not conceal the ire behind them. His figure towered over you as he drew near. If he was not about to kill you, you may have called him handsome.

“Hey, let’s talk about this,” you stalled as you fumbled to get your vacuum back on. “What you played was beautiful, I just didn’t notice that you were there.”

You could say he lacked stage presence, but you kept that to yourself.

He narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance from you. “That machine… Hmph, I won’t let you capture me that easily.” The instrument cases unzipped themselves, releasing floating violins from their sleep. They hovered beside the paranormal performer, who blocked your path to the exit. The violin strings acted as a crossbow for violin bows that materialized from thin air. They followed your every move.

You ducked just in time, and a violin bow zipped past you and shattered against the wall into a thousand sparks.

This ghost was not messing around!

At last, the vacuum whirred to life. It vibrated incessantly against your back, like a massage chair. Dodging with the machine proved difficult. You used the piano in the center as a shield, but you knew you had to confront the phantom eventually.

Your aim was shaky, but you managed to redirect the violins away from you. They took time to aim each shot. Once you figured out the rhythm of the attacks, you leveraged the downtime between each one to target the paranormal performer.

The tube latched onto his cravat, bending his figure like a boomerang. He flailed and stretched his arms beyond human proportions in search of an anchor. Struggling against his resistance, you cranked up the strength with an unsteady hand.

Stumbling around the room, you strained to keep the tube locked on its target. Try as he might to wiggle his way out, the paranormal performer proved no match against the Poltergust’s power. His shrieks filled the room, oddly melodic like he was singing his last goodbye to the world. Once he was fully captured, only the blare of the vacuum remained.

You breathed heavily, whirling around expecting more ghosts to pop up. Your whole body shook. You blamed the machine’s vibrations against your back. Seeing no further threats, you switched it off. The shaking didn’t stop.

“So,” you said. “Sebastian really was a ghostbuster, then.” And now, so were you.

You picked up the ink-tipped quill that the paranormal performer held. Beside it was a key. You twirled both items between your fingers. Normal to the touch, nothing magical about them.

“Was that one of the ‘esteemed guests’ I was supposed to avoid disturbing?” You scoffed. “Maybe he shouldn’t have disturbed me first!”

Feeling justified in your self-defense, you grabbed the sheet music and the quill and threw them into your item pouch. They seemed ‘of interest’ enough by your standards to return to the butler. At the very least, you had more questions for him. You kept the key in hand, maybe it would unlock one of the doors you passed by.

Stepping out of the room, you walked with a spring in your step. You just faced a ghost! And lived to tell the tale! Now knowing what you were up against, you kept your eyes peeled for any more irregular movements.

After reaching a dead end, you walked back by the broken porcelain in the first hallway. The painting of ‘Le Comte de Saint-Germain’ was still intact. You sighed in relief, and you could actually observe the painting properly.

The subject of the portrait gazed at you with mysterious amber eyes. There was wisdom behind his gaze, like that of a timeworn tome, and a touch of melancholy. His smile was warm and inviting but didn’t quite reach those eyes. Illuminated by the lamp, recognition washed over you. You’ve seen that same sweeping blond hair and tailored suit before.

It was the same man who you met at the Louvre!

~*~

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deviantartdramanow · 2 years ago

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found the viddy on Club

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AN4lG5lJBw I think you forgot to add 'pedophile' and 'diaper fetishist' 'racist' and 'abliest (Yup i went there bitch come at me xD) 'homophobic' and 'self centered cunt stain momma shoulda let drip down her leg.' he's mad over a 'grounded/ungrounded' video? I mean bruh, good on the user targeting him and telling him off, but they shoulda added more to the topic to warn others to stay away, like BIG TIME stay away. also ever notice how on OTHERS posts, he just goes and whines and whines and throws a pity party? I seen this bitch ass mother fucker whine on other peoples 'i am sad' type posts and turns it around MAKING IT ALL ABOUT HIM. What a self centered PRICK. God forbid someone have a birthday post WITHOUT YOUR SPOILED ASS'S PERMISSION! "Oh how DARE you celebrate your birthday! It's not my birthday so you are not allowed to do so humph! BTW DID I MENTION I HAVE AUTISM FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME? CHECK OUT MY DUMB CRYSTAL HEART DOODLE, HERE HAVE IT, NOW WE ARE FWENDS, DO A GROSS DIAPER RP WITH ME NOW AND DO AS I COMMAND IN IT! PREPARE FOR MY HOT TOPIC KNOCK OFF ANKLE BITER TO BREAK THE WORLD RECORD ON HOW MANY TIMES HE CAN SHIT HIMSELF IN THE SPAN OF AN HOUR!" Also club, AUTISM IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO BE A DICKHEAD! It's NOT a get out of jail free card! That freakazoid nightflight has autism also AND HE GOT THROWN IN JAIL CUZ HE RAPED HIS DOG AND WENT AFTER KIDS. But yea guess what? Saying he had autism STILL didnt save him, so know that well club when the cops come knocking on YOUR door. >83

#submission #deviantart #anon post #drama #club-dreamverse #response

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moxleys-darlin · 2 years ago

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5: No Rain, No Flowers

Summary: Grace goes to court, has a face-off, then celebrates her birthday... oh boy.

TW: discussions of child abuse, self-depreciation, and confrontation with abusers.

Disclaimer: This story has Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit, and Nancy Benoit. If this bothers you bow out now because they're here to stay. Nancy and Chris have never been together in this story, Chris is with Eddie and Nancy is with Taz (thank you for the idea @sinderellanightwolf) and the mother of Tyler (HOOK).

Flashbacks in italics.

I only claim Grace and her family; everyone else I'm borrowing.

(Pictures not mine)

Today was finally the day she’d been waiting for. True to her word, Nancy helped her get everything she needed for her case and finally at the end of the summer, court day was here. She looks in the mirror and runs her hands down her clothes to sooth her nerves. Joanie and Nancy had taken her shopping for court appropriate clothes, and she hopes they make her look grown up. She runs the brush through her dark brown one more time before taking a few deep breathes and leaving the bathroom. She startles slightly when she sees Shaul sitting on her bed waiting for her.

“Buenos dias, amiga. How are you feeling? Ready for today?”

Grace sits down heavily next to her and sighs. “I’m nervous, Shaul. This is the first time in like three months that I’ll see my mom and Marcus. She’s gonna be loud and dramatic, I just know it.” She rubs her hands up and down her legs anxiously but happily gives her hand to Shaul when she holds her hand out.

“I don’t wanna tell you don’t worry because today is scary, but I think you’ll win and when you do, we’ll be here waiting for you. Papa, Tía Joanie, and Tía Nancy are going with you today while Dad and Tío Taz will stay with us.” Shaul stands up and pulls Grace with her before hugging her tightly. “We’re all with you even if we’re here and we’ll welcome you home.” She whispers in her ear before stepping back and refixing her hair and clothes. “All perfect and ready to go now.”

Grace smiles softly and holds back tears. “Thanks Shauly, come on let’s go downstairs.”

Grace is so overwhelmed that Joanie leads her to the hallway after her gracious thank you’s to the smiling judge. When they make it to the hallway she turns quickly and squeezes Joanie before throwing herself at Eddie and burying her face in his neck.

“We did it! I can officially go home, Eddie!” She gasps out and she cries harder when he hugs her tighter.

“It’s been your home for three months, Gracie, but yes, we can officially take you home now. Eres nuestra ahora.”

“Creo que lo he estado desde el primer día.” Grace pulls back as she hears a commotion behind them and as she turns Eddie grabs onto her shoulders. She flinches slightly when she can hear her mother raising her voice to cause a scene and she’s heading straight for their group. Nancy steps in front of them and Grace tries to stop her, but Eddie squeezes her shoulders to stop her.

“You.” The venom in her mother’s voice makes her back up further into Eddie. “You think some judgment from a woman that knows nothing about our family will keep me from my daughter? I will never give her up!” Her voice rises so that everybody’s attention is on their group, and she gets close to Nancy’s face.

“You haven’t seen or tried to see her in three months, Mrs. Parker. That judge saw what you did to her and agreed she was better off without you. Try and come near her without her permission and you’ll deal with me personally and trust me; I will make you wish you never met me.” She leans in closer to my mother and speaks softly. “I will be your personal nightmare.”

“She is my daughter, not yours and don’t you dare threaten me.” She reaches for Grace and Eddie hands her over to Joanie who puts her behind her when she flinches violently.

Nancy grabs her mom’s wrist tightly and throws it away from Grace. “She’s ours now; don’t act like you care now that you have an audience to perform in front of. That sweet girl is scared of you and your husband.” Grace leans her face into Joanie’s back so she doesn’t have to see them and clenches her hands into the sides of the woman’s shirt. “Go home and stay gone. She’s not yours anymore and she never will be again.”

“Amelia, I’m tired of this. The little brat won her stupid fucking case so let’s take our grateful children home and forget about her. She’s not worth the energy anymore.”

He grabs Amelia by the arm and starts to pull her away which she doesn’t fight. She never looks back at Grace as she walks out the door and where once she would be heartbroken, she only feels relief. Nancy turns to face her when she starts to sob again, and Grace throws herself at the woman.

“Oh baby, you’re okay and you’re safe.”

“I-I know.” She breathes in the woman’s perfume and decides to take the dangerous leap. “I love you Mama, thank you so much.”

“I love you too baby girl.” Nothing else needs to be said, she was finally free of her nightmare.

She sits on the couch by herself and watches her… family. She smiles at the word; she’d been considering them family for a while now, but she was afraid of getting too comfortable with the feeling. She sees José speaking with Chris and Taz and her smile widens at the fact that he made the trip to see her. She sighs and rubs her face with her hands, suddenly feeling exhausted by the events of the day. A weight drops next to her on the couch and Grace is surprised when she turns to see Tyler.

“Hey Ty.” She leaves it at that and lets him decide if he wants to talk. She’s surprised when she feels his bag of chips touch her arm and she turns to see him tipping the bag toward her. She smiles softly and takes a chip out of the bag and eats it.

“Thank you.” Grace receives another shock when he gets up and offers his fist to her which she bumps gently before he wanders off.

“Everything okay, mon calme?” She looks up into the rabid wolverine’s face and grins.

“He’s never given me a fist bump first or shared his chips with me.” She chuckles softly before she yawns.

“Tired? You can head up and take a nap; you’ve had a pretty busy and emotional day.”

“But you, Taz, and José are here, and you all have to leave soon. I don’t want to miss being with y’all.” He chuckles lightly and ruffles her hair gently.

“We’ll be back home next week and I’m sure Eddie, Joanie, or I can take you to see José before you start school at the end of the month. Go get some rest, calme, and I’ll tell them you were tired.”

He turns to walk away but she grabs his wrist gently to stop him. “I’m glad I’m home, Chris, thank you for making it one.” He gives her another small smile before heading back to the group and she steals away upstairs to get some sleep.

Halloween comes quickly and Grace knows she’s thriving here with Eddie and Chris. She’s felt safer and more loved with the family she’s made in the past few months than she had ever felt with her birth family. She swipes a little more white eyeshadow across her eyelid and finishes the look with a thin line of eyeliner. The angel costume compliments her tan skin and dark hair and the glitter with white makeup make her brown eyes pop; she can even say she thinks she looks pretty. She comes out of her bathroom as she hears a knock on her bedroom door.

“Come in!” She grins brightly when she sees the little devil that walks through the door with Nancy behind him. “I love it, Ty; what do you think?” She does a small turn in place. “Do I pass as a good angel to your Devil?”

He squints at her like he looks at everyone, but she can see the small smirk on his face that shows his excitement. “You look pretty, Gracie.” He mutters before giving her a quick hug that surprises her. “Happy Birthday.”

She bends slightly and hesitates a moment to give him time to step away before she kisses him on the cheek and stands back up. “Thank you Ty; you sure are a handsome little devil.” She looks over his head and smiles at Nancy remembering when she had come to Grace about Tyler’s request.

Grace is working at her desk on homework when she’s interrupted by a knock on the open door. Turning the stereo down, she turns to see Nancy peeking her head in.

“Hey baby, the door was open. Is it okay if I come in for a moment?”

“Oh yeah, I always leave the door cracked unless I’m changing or showering. Come on in. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine sweetheart. Tyler came to me the other day and asked if you and he could wear matching costumes. I told him he should ask you but to accept it if you say no. I know you like to say yes to him and Sheri unless it’s something outrageous, but I don’t want you to think you have to dress up with him.”

“I don’t mind! I would love to actually!”

“Well, I figured you’d dress up with your friends for the party.”

“My friends aren’t coming to the party, Mama, it’s for family only.” She shrugs and stops Nancy with a wave of her hand. “My rule, not Papa or Dad’s. I want my birthday to be just us.” She shrugs again. “And as for Ty, I would dress up with him even if I had other plans because he wants to dress up with me. My brothers never wanted anything to do with me unless it was getting me in trouble or me doing something for them. Ty asking for me to wear a costume with him? That’s all I ever wanted from a little brother.” She tears up slightly and turns her face back to her homework so Nancy can’t see it.

They make their way downstairs, Ty’s hand in hers, and she smiles brightly when she sees everyone there. José had even made sure that he could make it. She gives him a big hug and he cups her cheek gently and kisses her on the forehead.

“Feliz cumpleaños mi angel.”

“Gracias por estar aquí, José.”

“You’re eighteen, mija, I wouldn’t miss such an important birthday.”

She updates him on her school and her friends when he sees that there is only family surrounding them. She wanders off as Taz and Eddie come over and start talking about wrestling and Shawn and she rolls her eyes lovingly. She enters the kitchen to get a drink where she’s attacked by Shaul and Sheri with hugs. “Your costume’s so pretty! We saw Tyler’s too and you two match perfectly!” Shaul says excitedly. “Happy Birthday!” She hugs Grace again.

“Thank you! You two look amazing too! Snow White and Belle, right?”

Sheri spins to make her dress flare out and Grace giggles. “Yeah! I want to go find my prince now.” They turn to the doorway when they hear a pained groan.

“Please ma fille chérie, take pity on your poor Dad and stay ten. No princes until you’re Grace’s age, okay?” Her and Shaul giggle hysterically at the blush on Chris’s face and the pout on Sherilyn’s.

Eddie comes into the kitchen and makes eye contact with Shaul which she nods at, and Grace is confused. She grabs Sheri’s hand and goes to the living room, leaving Grace with Eddie and Chris.

“Suspicious.” She drawls and glares jokingly at them when they laugh at her.

Eddie smiles and places a box in front of her and she looks up at them confused. “Open it cariña.” He waves a hand at it.

“But you two took me and Shauly to the show a couple weeks back, that was my present. I’m confused.”

“Mon calme we got Shaul something else for her birthday too.” Chris places a hand on her shoulder before pointing at the box. “Go ahead.”

She unwraps it and stares at the box for a moment before looking up at their smiling faces. “You got me a p-phone? Really?”

“We know you were saving up, but we wanted to get it for you. Is it okay?” She picks up the pink Razr phone she’d been saving for and holds it for a moment before hugging them excitedly.

“It’s perfect and exactly the one I wanted! Thank you so much!”

“You’re on our plan so try not to text a novel, sí?”

“Te lo prometo papa; I’ll use it wisely.”

He taps her on the end of her nose, making it scrunch up. “I know cariña. Now let’s go join everyone else before your little Devil comes looking for you.”

The rest of the night is magical, and this birthday will forever be her favorite she thinks. She gets Ty to dance with her for a moment and he gives her her own bag of chips as a present which she thanks him for with another kiss on the cheek. Nancy and Taz give her the book series she’d been eyeing and some new makeup. Joanie gives her a beautiful journal and pen while José gives her two envelopes of money.

“One from me and one from Shawn and Mark, mija.”

She hugs everyone gratefully and thanks them profusely. Shaul takes Sherilyn upstairs to get her ready for bed and Grace can’t move since Ty is dead asleep with his head on her shoulder.

“Give ‘im here sweetheart, I know you’re tired.”

“I’m okay Taz.” The yawn betrays her, and Taz gives her a deep chuckle. “I got ‘im; get some sleep for school tomorrow.”

He takes Tyler in his arms and gives her a kiss on the temple, his orange sun soulmark in clear view. She reaches out and runs a finger down it in new fascination. Another chuckle breaks her out of the small chance.

She clears her throat. “S-sorry, I don’t know why they’re so interesting to me. Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming.” She sends the room a beaming smile and turns to her dads. “Do you want me to leave the phone down here? I know my friend’s dad does that.”

“No cariña, we trust you. Get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.” She gives Eddie and Chris a hug. “We love you.”

“I love you too and everyone else as well.” She heads toward the stairs when her name is called.

“Oh Grace?” Her head turns to face Joanie. “I’ve heard that sometimes a fascination with marks means your time of finding yours is near. An old wives’ tale.” Grace watches as she strokes the green X and smiles.

“Maybe.” She shrugs and heads up the stairs towards the shower.

Spanish: Buenos dias, amiga: Good morning, my friend Tío/Tía: Uncle/Aunt Eres nuestra ahora: You're ours now Creo que lo he estado desde el primer día: I think I have been since day one Feliz cumpleaños mi ángel: Happy birthday my angel Gracias por estar aquí: Thank you for being here Te lo prometo: I promise

French: mon calme: my quiet one ma fille chérie: my darling daughter

In honor of my new computer, here's a new chapter! Thank you for those that are reading! I post here and on AO3! Much love!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/44570980

#everymilebetweenus #claudio/mox/grace #soulmarks #soulmates #grace parker #original character #found family #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #jon moxley fanfic #claudio castagnoli fanfic #wwe imagine #aew imagine

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ruki--mukami · 2 years ago

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"Mystic, burying yourself underneath all those will do you no good. I don't want to imagine the static in your—"

Bewildered by the sudden movements of the balloons taking flight and descending back down onto the two, Ruki immediately scowled at the sudden disturbance, adjusting his own clothes while shooting the Founder an intimidating yet irritated glower.

"Oi, watch yourself." Slightly frustrated, the Vampire flung one of the balloons that got in his path behind him without a care for who or what it could hit, given how light it was. "So, my brothers texted you about it… If they informed you about it, of all people, then I'd hate to think of how many others possibly found out about the celebration. I absolutely despise large crowds, they should know this well. It's not that I hate being the so-called 'birthday boy,' but rather I see no reason to observe something so trivial. Still—I'm flattered you would attend after all."

When Mystic gave Ruki's chin an unwelcome pat without his permission, the abrupt physical contact sent an agitated shock down his spine. Snatching the hand that dared to touch him out of instinct, the Vampire pulled him closer.

"I don't want to hear a Founder calling me 'old man.' It's ironic, really... The First Bloods precede the other clans and yet your sense of responsibility is just like those balloons: fleeting, evanescent, short-lived. Well, no matter. It is a party, so I suppose I won't lecture you on that for now. There are plenty of snacks here that you are bound to enjoy. Shall we try some together? Although I must admit, I already have my sights set on one."

Leaning forth to whisper into Mystic's ear, his grip around his hand tightening, an almost ominous tone overtook Ruki's voice.

"It's the only thing that could possibly salvage this party for me."

"So, this is how my brothers have been whiling away the time. The garish decorations, one too many balloons, enough sweets to rot my teeth... Good grief. Those three, of all people, should know I have no use nor interest in celebrating my birthday. I never asked for this. I never asked for a grand commemoration, and yet I'm appalled."

Lavish garlands and a multitude of birthday balloons adorned in monochrome stretched as far as the eye could see across the Mukami family's estate, from the balcony all the way to the veranda. With slow, almost reluctant footsteps, Ruki hesitated to attend the gathering in his name. That is, until he noticed a familiar figure in the corner of his steel-blue hues.

"Don't tell me they invited you as well."

#rp #birthday event 2023 #mystic tsukinami #mino-diabolik #rustic #(( OMG I'M LAUGHING AT HOW THE INTERACTIONS WITH MYSTIC ALWAYS TAKE SUCH A DRASTIC TURN ))

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 4 years ago

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Updated 24/6/2021

∞ Oneshots/Scenarios

Trying to wake him but only to be cuddled

Gojo & S/O take Megumi as their son

S/O not used to compliments

Taking pictures of his S/O

S/O Insecure of their relationship

Sees his eyes for the first time

S/O who’s having an anxiety attack

S/O wiping Gojo’s kiss

Gojo wiping S/O’s kiss

Comforting a sad S/O after a mission

S/O wears Gojo’s shirt

S/O makes Gojo eat spicy food

S/O who helps Gojo (MANGA SPOILERS)

Comforting a sad S/O

Comforting a sad S/O 2

Ex to Lovers

Reader most romantic confession

Gojo’s Birthday Fic 2020

Comforting stressed S/O

Geto kidnapping Wife!Reader

Dog!Gojo Satoru x Reader

Comforting childhood bestfriend

Husband material

Flower giving

If only I had somewhere to sit

Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Comforting Gojo

Gojo having a nightmare

Cheering up his S/O

Gojo making reader laugh in a meeting

Clingy in the morning

In the shower

One of These Nights

From Behind

Gojo caught crying

A Taste?

Early Mornings

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby I

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby II

A Promise

Reader getting her period and Gojo notices

Lazy & Affectionate

Telling him you’re pregnant

The Gojo twins visiting Jujutsu HIgh

∞ Headcanons

Engagement Headcanons

Chubby S/O

Gojo turned into a child

F!Short & Strong S/O

Newborn curse reader

Curious childlike reader

S/O who is good at hand to hand combat

Cuddling Headcanons

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader afraid of rejection

Tall & Strong Cursed Spirit

Suicidal Reader

Long haired reader

Big sister reader

Affectionate S/O

Celebrate reader’s birthday

Toxic lover

What does Gojo Satoru smell like?

Working out

Type of girl Gojo would fall for

Pregnant reader wants to decorate for Christmas

Gojo wanting a baby

Gojo trying to make stotic!reader smile

Gojo Twins #1

M!Strong & Short S/O

S/O memory loss

Popular F!Reader

S/O turns into a child

Shy S/O

S/O protects Gojo

Clumsy S/O

Day off with Gojo

Shopping with Gojo

Valentine’s Day

Insecure skinny S/O

Gojo x Idol!Reader

Agrument with his S/O

Merman!Gojo

∞Skipps Imagines

Why?

My Everything

A Moment

Afternoon Naps

I’ll be here

∞Random Gojou Satoru Headcanons Series

1 2 3

∞ SFW Alphabet

SFW Satoru Gojo Edition

∞ Prompt Event

Fluff # 12 “Could you say that again?” “Were you listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice”

Fluff prompt #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt # 1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Fluff Prompt # 44 “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #19 “ You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/him/her/them) home.”

Fluff Prompt #18 “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes” #27 “Are you blushing?”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me.” & #13 “ I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Fluff Prompt #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

Fluff Prompt #10 “Stop moving and let me braid your hair!”

Fluff Prompt #39 “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Fluff Prompt #9 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt #31 “I’m never gonna to leave you. I promise” #44 “You’re an idiot. But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me” and General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?”

Fluff Prompt #30 “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

Fluff Prompt #16 “Can you just please hold me ?”

Fluff Prompt #7 “ You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” General #17 “Are you jealous?”

General prompt #46&#48 “Are they really just a "friend”? “I won’t hurt you”

General Prompt #2 “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” #50 “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

General Prompt 17 “Are you jealous?”

General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?” & #25 “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Than who does she belong with?” “with me…”

Angst prompt # 28 “Move out of my way before I make you”

Angst Prompt #12 “Maybe they were right, you never did change.” & #14 “ Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

Angst Prompt #21 “It’s (her,him,they), isn’t it?” & #36 “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

Angst Prompt #6 “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?"

Angst Prompt #47 “ You deserve so much better.” #48 “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

Angst Prompt “If you love me please let me go, please…”

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Winter Prompt #1 “What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

Winter Prompt #2 (Cuddling by the fireplace)

Winter Prompt #13 “Your hands are freezing!”

Winter Prompt #14 “ Aren’t you cold like that?”

Winter Prompt #17 (watching movies under a pile of blankets)

Winter Prompt #18 (snowball fight)

Winter Prompt #22 (kissing in the snow)

Winter Prompt #32 “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Winter Prompt #37 (stuck in a snow storm)

Winter Prompt #38 “ You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

Winter Prompt #43 “What do you mean Santa’s not real?”

Winter Prompt #50 “Those were for Santa!”

Winter Prompt #54 (Winter power outage) Gojo Satoru Edition

Winter Prompt #56 “Shhhh, don’t tell her/him!”

Winter Prompt #60 “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

Winter Prompt #10 “Where did all this mistletoe come from?” #61 “What are you doing with that mistletoe-oh.” #64 “I guess… this is when we kiss?”

Winter Prompt #65 “No, we’re not getting a puppy for Christmas. Stop. Asking.”

Winter Prompt #66 “ You don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? YOU HEATHEN”

Winter Prompt #68 (Winter Proposal)

Winter Prompt #70 “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whoever you wa-”

Winter Prompt #72 “Did everyone else come with a date?”

∞Smut Prompt Event (1k Followers Event)

Smut Prompt #21 “You’re bigger than I expected.”

Smut Prompt #54 “ You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Smut Prompt #55 “Were you dreaming about me again?”

Smut Prompt #1 “We’re in public, you know.”

Smut Prompt #3 “Can you help me with this zipper?”

Smut Prompt #28 “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

Smut Prompt #53 “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

Smut Prompt #16 “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

Smut Prompt #11 “You’re really gonna make me beg for it?”

Smut Prompt #5 “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Smut Prompt #44 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Smut Prompt #46 “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

Smut Prompt #6 “I’d hold on to something it I were you.”

Smut Prompt #27 “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

Smut Prompt #42 “I know for a fact you’re a lot louder than that.”

Smut Prompt #41 “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

Smut Prompt #39 “ Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

Smut Prompt #15 “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

Smut Prompt #48 “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

∞Physical Affection Prompt

Physical Affection Prompt #11 (Back hugs)

Physical Affection Prompt #1 (Pats on the head)

Physical Affection Prompt #9 (Wiping away their tears)

Physical Affection Prompt #18 (Wiping food away from their lips)

Physical Affection Prompt #23 (A hug some might consider too long)

Physical Affection Prompt #7 (Squishing their cheeks)

Physical Affection Prompt #8 (Brushing hands by accident)

Physical Affection Prompt #15 (The biggest warmest hug)

Physical Affection Prompt #13 (Kissing someone’s forehead)

Physical Affection Prompt #6 (Chasing after their lips after they pull away)

Physical Affection Prompt #25 (Playfully biting)

Physical Affection Prompt #4 (A hug after not seeing them for a long time)

Physical Affection Prompt #21 (Accidently knocking your head against their chin)

Physical Affection Prompt #22 (Kissing their cuts/bruises/scratches)

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Sakamaki [PART 2]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ...

( Things finally calmed down, but now it feels too quiet, I’m only growing more worried... )

( I was told not to leave my room but... )

( Just a few minutes won’t hurt, right...? )

ー Yui leaves her room and steps out into the hallway

Laito: Ayato-kuun~ Hold up~

Ayato: You wish!

Yui: ( Oh...? Seems like they’re still up to something? )

Kanato: You’re a mess, Subaru. It’s hurting my eyes so could you get out of my sight?

Reiji: He really does. We can handle the rest by ourselves, so go take a shower.

Subaru: Che, don’t order me ‘round! I was gonna do that anyway!

Shuu: ...Guess I’ll come with you then...I’m sure it’ll be quieter there than if I were to stay here.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun and Laito-kun’s voices were coming from the very back of the right hallway... )

( I can hear the others from the left side... )

( I’m worried about all of them, but I’m especially curious about... )

Selection

→ The right (Ayato, Laito)

Yui: ( I’ll try going right. )

ー Yui turns right

Ayato: What the fuck, Reiji!? Makin’ us do this annoyin’ shit.

Laito: Ah-aah, today was supposed to be fun, but because of you, we have to drag around all this stuff.

Ayato: Aah!? Excuse me!?

Laito: I’m not wrong, am I? We were chased out of the kitchen because you kept on making things explode.

Ayato: B-Blame the food for havin’ the nerve to explode on me!

Laito: Your excuses make no sense...

ー Yui approaches them

Yui: Ah, Ayato-kun! Laito-kun!

Ayato: The fuck’s your problem!?

Yui: ...!!

Laito: ...Wait, Bitch-chan!?

Wait, Ayato-kun, quiet!

Ayato: ...Che...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? Didn’t Reiji tell you to stay in your room?

Yui: Yeah, he did but, well, I was worried so...

You know...About the explosions and such...

Ayato: Uu...

Yui: Or the sound of stuff falling down...

Laito: Ahahaha...

Yui: And you guys’ screams as well...

Ayato: ...So, you came to check what’s causin’ all of that?

Yui: That too...However, I was more worried that one of you might have gotten hurt.

Laito: Nfu~ Sounds like you. However, as you can see, we’re all doing just fine.

Yui: ( ...They don’t seem to be hurt at first glance at least. )

Laito: Well then, Bitch-chan. Make sure to return to your room, okay?

Yui: ...B-But...

Tell me if there’s anything I can help with, okay?

Ayato: You’d be of no help, honestly.

Yui: ...I-I see...

Laito: Nfu~ You can just take it easy in your room and not worry about a thing, okay?

Yui: ...Okay...

( There’s nothing for me to do... )

( I’m worried about everyone, but it can’t be helped, right? I’ll go back to my room... )

Ayato: Ah...Right, Chichinashi. You can have this. Here.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...?

( A beautifully wrapped box...? )

Ayato: Reiji told me to give this to you.

Yui: I-I see...

( From Reiji-san...? )

Ayato: Ahー He also said you should open it once you’re back in your room.

Yui: ( Once I’m back in my room...? )

( I was told to go to my room earlier as well, and now again? I wonder what’s going on...? )

Ayato: Anyway, we’re busy, so you should hurry back to your room and open up that box.

Yui: ...Yeah, gotcha. Thank you, Ayato-kun.

( Hm...I’m curious...I guess I’ll return to my room for now and take a peek inside. )

→ The left (Shuu, Reiji, Kanato, Subaru)

Yui: ( I’ll try going left. )

ー Yui turns left

Yui: ( Is nobody here...? )

Subaru: ...Che, I’m covered in this crap from head to toe ‘cause of those bastards...

Yui: ( Ah, Subaru-kun! He doesn’t seem hurt in any way... )

Subaru: One day they’re catching these fists. I’m punchin’ them for sure, no matter what.

Yui: ( He doesn’t look wounded, but he’s muttering some really dangerous words... )

( I wonder what happened...? )

Um, Subaru-kun...?

Subaru: ...Ah? Oh, it’s you.

Yui: ...! W-What happened to you!?

( His clothes are really dirty... )

Subaru: Fuck off, not another word ‘bout that. Anyway, why are you here?

Yui: I was wondering if you were all doing okay...There seemed to be quite the ruckus going on, so I thought it’d be bad if somebody got injured.

Subaru: Injured? As if that’d happen.

Yui: ( Thank god...However, I wonder how he ended up this worn-out? )

Subaru: Oi! Quit the starin’!

Yui: S-Sorry...But...What happened, honestly?

Subaru: This is the aftermath of takoyaki explodin’ all over the place.

Yui: T-Takoyaki? You were all making takoyaki together?

( I’m shocked about that as well, but takoyaki can explode...?? )

Subaru: Oi...Don’t suddenly go quiet. Don’t put too much thought into it.

Yui: S-Sorry. Gotcha. I’ll try not to think about it.

Reiji: Hold it, Shuu!

ー Shuu steps out into the hallway

Shuu: ...Haah.

Yui: ...Shuu-san?

Shuu: Oh, it’s you? ...Also, Subaru...?

Those stains...You really do look like a mess.

Subaru: Aah!? I didn’t ask for this either!!

Shuu: ...Don’t shout, it rings in my ears. You’re actually dirty...So you can’t complain to me for pointing it out.

Subaru: Shut the fuck up!

*Thud*

Yui: ( Aah...He punched the wall. )

Shuu: ...So, what brings you here?

Yui: I got worried about you guys.

Shuu: Hm...However, don’t you think you should probably hurry back to your room?

Yui: Eh...?

ー Reiji shows up

Reiji: Subaru! Do not increase my workload beyond this point!

Yui: ( Reiji-san... )

Reiji: Go and wash off those stains at once!

Subaru: ...Hmph!

Reiji: Good grief...My suffering never ends with these troublesome buffoons.

So, Shuu, what are you doing here?

Shuu: Haah, what a pain...

Reiji: How about you show some intention of helping out as well?

ー Kanato enters the hallway

Kanato: Reiji, we have finished all preparations.

Reiji: Understood. I will be there shortly so please wait for a few minutes.

Shuu, you should return with Kanato as well.

Shuu: ...Haah...

Yui: ( I wonder what exactly they’re finished with...? )

Reiji: Well then, putting that aside...

I wonder why you are here? I made it very clear you should stay in your room...

Yui: ...I’m sorry for leaving without permission. However, I couldn’t help but worry about you all...

Reiji: ...Haah...It does not matter. Either way, return to your room and take this with you.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( A beautifully wrapped box... )

Um, what is this exactly?

Reiji: Accept it without questions.

...Listen very well. Once you return to your room, carefully open this box.

Yui: ...

Reiji: Your response?

Yui: Y-Yes...

ー The scene shifts back to Yui’s room

Yui: ( Hm...I wonder what’s inside this box? )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: This is...?

A message card and a party hat...?

( Let’s see...’Please put on the hat and come to the living room’? )

( I have no idea what’s going on, but I guess I’ll go look for now? First I have to put on this hat... )

*Rustle*

...All set. Time to head to the living room...

ー The scene shifts to the living room

*Creaaaak*

Yui: H-Huh? It’s pitch black in here...Where is everyone?

( What’s this smell? Something sweet and...is this the scent of sauce (1)? )

U-Umーー

*Pang pang pang*

Yui: ...Kyaaaah!!!

Yui: ...Y-You guys...!? Why are you all dressed like that...?

( Also...There’s a strawberry cake. And over there, a large amount of takoyaki stacked on top of each other like a pyramid...? )

( There’s a bunch of other stuff as well...! )

Laito: Bitch-chan, it’s your birthday, right? We prepared all of this to surprise you!

Yui: Eh? ...Ah!

( That explains everything! )

Ayato: ‘Kay! The star of the party is here, so we can dig into this takoyaki now, right?

Kanato: I am sick of waiting. Hey, Teddy, let’s enjoy this cake together, okay?

Shuu: Pwaah...I’m even more exhausted than usual today. Sleepy.

Reiji: Well then, please take a seat.

Subaru: Che, what a drag...

Yui: ...

( To think I’d get to celebrate like this. I was convinced I’d spend my birthday alone this year... )

( Those explosions were the result of them trying to work together and make something for me... )

...

Ayato: Hm? Oi, Chichinashi? Whatcha spacin’ out for?

Laito: Huh? She stopped moving. Ooi~ Bitch-chan?

Kanato: I wonder what’s wrong? You better take a seat soon, or there will be no food left for you.

Subaru: O-Oi, are you cryin’...?

Yui: ...Uu...I mean, I’m just so happy...

Shuu: ...Why don’t you sit down first? If not, we can never get this party started.

Yui: Yes...

*Thud*

Reiji: Good grief. Use this handkerchief.

Yui: Ah...Thank you very much.

( I don’t want to annoy them but...I’m just so happy...I can’t stop these tears... )

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi! Take a look at this big candle! I picked it out for you!

Laito: ...Eh? You’re only holding that one candle, but you didn’t buy just that, right?

Ayato: Ah? What are you sayin’? I like the number 1 so I only got this one! ...Hehe, pretty cool, right?

Reiji: I am fairly sure those big candles are only used up until the age of ten?

Ayato: ...Ah? Which means...

Subaru: Heh, you really are cringe-worthy...

Ayato: Aah!? Subaru, dare say that one more time.

Shuu: Shut up. Who cares about some stupid candle?

Kanato: Exactly. They’re only there to blow out after all.

Yui: Fufu, I’m fine with this. Thank you, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: See! Listen to Chichinashi! I really am the very best!

Kanato: Fufu, the cake looks delicious. I can have a taste now, right?

Reiji: Not yet, Kanato. Have some patience...

We did all of this, so we need to light the candle and properly celebrate her birthday, no?

Yui: Waah...! Thank you so much for today, guys!

Reiji: Happy birthday. Continue to grow into a fine lady.

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi! Try some of this takoyaki! I made them especially for you!

Kanato: Happy birthday. Fufu, Teddy says congratulations as well.

Laito: Happy birthday, Bitch-chan~ You’re one step closer to adulthood, huh?

Subaru: ...Well, you know. I’m willin’ to celebrate your birthday. I don’t need to say anythin’ else, right?

Shuu: Oh well, I suppose you should celebrate it as you wish. ...Just keep it quiet.

Yui: ( You guys... )

Thank you so much...!

Ayato: Whatever, just try my takoyaki already!

Laito: Ahaha, most of the ones you made exploded so the few survivors must be very precious to you, huh?

Ayato: Shut up! Who cares ‘bout the details?

Yui: Yeah, thank you! I’ll give them a try.

Laito: ...Nfu~ Come on, you guys should have some of the food as well.

Subaru: I’m fuckin’ starvin’ after losin’ my temper a million times earlier. Load up my plate.

Laito: Roger~! Nfu~ Everything turned out great, so eat to your heart’s content~

Yui: ( Laito-kun really seems to be enjoying this. I wonder why...? )

Subaru: Ahー ...This takoyaki made me go through hell and back after all. I’m gonna chew it apart now.

Yui: S-Subaru-kun...I don’t think the food is at fault here.

Subaru: Hmph! ...Wait, the fuck!? W...Water...I need water!!

Yui: W-What’s wrong...!?

Anyway, here! A glass of water, Subaru-kun!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( He’s gulping it down, I wonder what’s wrong...? )

Subaru: Nguh...Haah...Oi, Laito! The fuck did you put into that takoyaki, bastard!?

Laito: Eeh~? Why are you accusing me? I made them together with Ayato-kun, remember?

Subaru: You’re the only one who is cunnin’ enough to pull such a sly prank!

Laito: Nfu~ Caught red-handed~ I just thought that putting a little surprise inside would help fire up this party.

Yui: L-Laito-kun...Is there something weird inside this takoyaki?

Laito: Inside some of them. In other words, it’s like playing Russian roulette~

Yui: Russian roulette...

Laito: Exactly! It’s fun to make things more thrilling like this, don’t you think? With a little help of some wasabi and habanero peppers~

Ayato: This shit’s hella spicy!!!! Water! Gimme water!!!!

Reiji: Haah...I cannot deal with this. Just leave the takoyaki be.

Yui: B-But...Will it be okay?

Kanato: It’s fine. Why don’t you try the cake instead?

Yui: I’ll cut everyone a piece then.

Shuu: Why would you do that? You’re the star of the party, aren’t you? Just let Reiji do the work.

Reiji: I wonder why I have to take orders from you?

Shuu: ...So you’re going to let her do it instead?

Reiji: Wellーー

Kanato: Why....?

Why won’t you hurry up and cut the cake!? Whatever, I will do it! Reiji, hand me that knife!!

Reiji: ...I suppose I have no other choice...Kanato, it is dangerous so please don’t knock on the table. I will cut the cake at once.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Please hand me a plate.

Yui: Ah, sure!

Kanato: This is the strawberry cake I put my heart and soul into! It looks delicious, don’t you think?

Yui: Yeah! It looks very cute too, and incredibly delicious!

Kanato: Fufu, of course. Right, Teddy?

Yui: ( I’m happy with this kind of birthday too... )

( I never fathomed they would all celebrate my birthday today like this... )

Laito: Nfu~ By the way, Bitch-chan?

Yui: Yes, Laito-kun?

Laito: As a way to congratulate you for your birthday...Who do you want to suck your blood?

Yui: Eh...!?

Laito: I mean~ Today’s a special day which only happens once a year, right? So to someone who just loves having her blood sucked like yourself...

I figured it would only seem fit to let you choose whose fangs you want for once.

Besides...We kind of want a little reward as well.

Nfu~ Personally~ ...I’d wrap a ribbon around your body and suck you in the most romantic way imaginable~

Yui: U-Um...

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Don’t just ramble on by yourself!

If that’s the case, choose me, ‘kay? Chichinashi.

I’ll give you the most surprising blood-sucking of a lifetime, it’ll leave you stunned!

Yui: Most surprising blood-sucking of a lifetime...?

Ayato: Hehe, you enjoyed today’s party, right?

In that case, I’ll give you a ‘surprise’ sucking as well. The details...I have yet to decide on.

Yui: ( W-What to do...? )

Reiji: Good grief, I wonder why they are all such a vulgar bunch?

Personally, I would dress you up in a way fit for a refined young lady before sucking your blood.

After finishing the look with a pearl necklace, I will sink my fangs right into that nape.

Yui: ( E-Even Reiji-san’s on board... )

Kanato: In that case, I’ll sink my fangs inside and suck your blood as if I’m indulging in a sweet strawberry. Biting the same spot over and over...Fufu.

Yui: ( Basically I can’t avoid having my blood sucked? )

Subaru: Have you all lost your minds!?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun...! )

Subaru: Why do you need a specific technique to suck blood? Just gulp that stuff down!

Yui: ( ...Seems like it’s set I’ll have my blood sucked one way or another... )

Shuu: Haah, what a drag...

Tell me where you want my fangs. Today, I’ll bite you wherever you want, as many times as you wish.

Yui: That’s...

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Make up your mind already! I’m not the most patient guy ‘round!

Shuu: Hurry up and choose...

Yui: E-Easy for you to say...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan~? You want to get wrapped up in ribbons, no~?

Ayato: You like surprises, don’t you?

Kanato: You fancy strawberries, right?

Reiji: What are you all saying? She obviously wants to become a fine lady.

Subaru: Ridiculous...

Shuu: I’m tired but...I’ll stay awake until I’ve heard your answer.

Yui: ( What should I do...? I’m kind of overwhelmed by all of them. )

Sorry! I can’t pick who I would rather get bitten by!

ー Yui flees

Ayato: Ah, oi, wait! Chichinashi!

Laito: Hold it, Bitch-chan~!

Kanato: ...!! Why do you run away!?

Subaru: Wha...!?

Reiji: You...!

Shuu: Pwaah...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ( They all went out of their way to throw me a surprise party, yet I ran away... )

( While I feel kind of bad, I had no other option with all of them closing in on me like that... )

*Rustle*

Yui: ...!?

Ayato: Hehe, gotcha? Chichinashi.

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...!?

( The others as well... )

Kanato: Say, why won’t you choose me when I tried so hard to come up with a tempting offer...?

Yui: Even if you say that...

Ayato: Hehe, you would never choose anyone but me, would you?

I mean, your special blood exists only to quench my thirst...Right?

Yui: W-Wait.

Shuu: Haah...What a drag. If you can’t make up your mind, you should just pick me.

Laito: Nfu~ And why exactly should she do that? You just love appearing out of nowhere and dropping the bomb, don’t you?

Reiji: That being said, we were able to trap her against the wall.

Yui: U-Um...

( Oh no...I have nowhere to run... )

Subaru: Say...Oi, was it really our goal to drive her in a corner like this today?

Laito: Ah, right! We wanted to celebrate her birthday, didn’t we?

Hm~ I guess it can’t be helped then.

You can just wrap yourself up as a present for my birthday instead, okay?

Yui: ( I can’t do that! )

Subaru: Geez, it turned out like this ‘cause you just couldn’t make up your damn mind.

Yui: ( I-Is this my fault? )

Subaru: What?

Yui: S-Sorry...!

( I instinctively apologized, but he helped me out, right? )

Laito: Well then, to get back on the right track, here’s my birthday present to you.

Yui: ...Eh?

Laito: A birthday kiss...on your cheek...Nn.

*Smooch*

Ayato: Ahー! The fuck you doin’, Laito!?

Laito: What do you mean~? A birthday kiss! Oh come on, I can do this much, right?

Kanato: Hmph...In that case, from me as well...

Yui: Eh? K-Kanato-kun?

Kanato: Can you show me your hand already? Honestly, you’re so tactless...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: Why...!?

Kanato: Do I need to give you my reasoning?

Ayato: Why do I have to give Chichinashi a reward?

Well, I’m sure you’re dyin’ to get a present from Yours Truly, so it can’t be helped. I’ll be so generous to give you one as well! ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: W-Wait, Ayato-kun...!

( He kissed me on the opposite cheek...!? )

Reiji: Fufu, in that case, I shall give you a present as well. Nn...You better remember it. That this was a gift from me.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( ...!? )

( On my other hand...! )

Subaru: ...Che. Why are you all kissin’ the same chick!? I’m not takin’ part in this.

Yui: U-Um...Subaru-kuーー

Subaru: But, I guess I have no choice...So I’ll give you one as well. ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Subaru-kun went for my forehead...For some reason, my whole body is burning with embarrassment! )

Shuu: Haah...It’s a chore but...To make sure you don’t forget mine...Nn.

Yui: ( A kiss on the top of my head from Shuu... )

( Those kisses just now were embarrassing and surprised me a lot but... )

( I suppose this is their way of congratulating me, huh...? )

Truly, thank you so much, you guys!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The term ソース or ‘sōsu’ in Japanese is used specifically to refer to the thick, kind of sticky brown sauce which you will see put on some types of street foods, such as takoyaki.

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xamassed · 2 years ago

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⟬ @ghostlyanon — bryning’s birthday 11 • 1 ⟭

Keeping a homemade cake a surprise was no easy feat when the person it was meant for lived under the same roof and constantly orbited in the surroundings of the kitchen. It had taken Annie effort to keep the prying genie away from the area so she could work on prepping this birthday cake. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him anymore, but the cake ought to be one of her best ( after spending so much time learning from Bryning himself ).

The birthday cake was settled down on the table along with the obligatory candle for him to claim this year’s wish. Annie was confident these two gifts would be of his liking. However, and though no lesser amount of love and effort had been spent on their preparation, the main present to give him remained concealed within a flat gift box: a tad bigger than the palm of her hand, presenting itself with a deep blue color and a silver ribbon to tie it down. It was this single box and its content that brought about those familiar jittery nerves of anticipation. The gift wasn’t by all means impressive in size nor within its objective worth, yet it now held a much higher significance to her after the much thought put into it. She could only hope it would be agreeable to him.

Once in his hands and ready to untie the ribbon and lift the lid of the box, the gift inside would be revealed to him: Resting on a cushioned bed laid a tiny snowman. Its shape and features were embossed in stainless steel with a silver shine that reflected its surroundings and those within. A simple but beautiful charm created to serve as a keychain.

“Happy Birthday...” Annie mumbled to the djinn before her. Her expression carried a gentle smile and a seemingly serene demeanor, but her previously contained anticipation now crept over her in how her gaze avoided his and in the way soft pink bloomed over her cheeks.

“I... I hope you’ll accept it” she continued, the nervousness in her speech slowly betraying her calm pretense. “... I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and... I-I enjoy both your help and company. I’m truly grateful for both. You... You’ve been staying with me for a while now and I trust you more than anyone, so I—”.

A pair of keys materialized out of her pocket and into her hand. These were part of her gift and thus her hand shyly reached over and offered them to him. It was clear what kind of lock these keys were meant to open.

“I want you to have these, but not to keep safe or anything like that! I—I'd like for you to keep them as if they were keys to your own home... Y-you know...” Lips pressed into a straight line for a moment. Was she making any sense to him? “... If you’re ever without your bottle again... Or even if you do have it with you, you can think of my home as it’s yours, without you needing my ‘permission’ or anything to come in and stay. Whether I am here or not, as long... As long as you wish to, you can consider this place like... A second home to you...”

She paused, her eyes finally daring to search for his and wait for his answer.

“— A-and I’m not taking any of it back!”

The cake wasn’t a surprise, that was true, but it didn’t have to be. Her hard work, the sight of her covered in flour and little smears of buttercream and the way she smiled as she worked were all part of the gift, and it made him appreciate the result all the more when it it was placed in front of him.

“It’s gorgeous, Annie.” The lights had been dimmed, giving the little candle placed into the cake plenty of room to flicker and dance. In his misty eyes, the light was bright and warm. Inside, he felt that tenfold. She gave him every reason to feel loved, appreciated, wanted. This wasn’t the first time he’d celebrated his self-given birthday, but it was one of the few times that it felt genuine. It wasn’t a passing wish or a sympathetic pat on the back. She wasn’t a master that felt obligated to please him.

She was honest and thoughtful, and she didn’t hide it.

If she claimed that this was his special day, then he knew she would go out of her way to prove it. Bryning hardly felt deserving, but he didn’t insist that she quit. This was how she showed the people she cared for that they were adored, and it would only make him look ungrateful if he rebuffed her.

He wanted to dive into the cake and indulge himself for a short while, but there was a small box that needed opening. Inside, the adorable keychain was openly gawked at. It was so small, so simple, and he still found that he loved it. It didn’t matter to him that, at the moment, he had no keys to attach to it. It was a jolly little snowman, cold but happy and smiling — like him.

Bryning assumed that would be all, and he was perfectly content to accept that, but she began to speak and he was entranced. The box remained in his hand, but the more she spoke, the heavier it felt.

“You’re. . .” He stopped himself short, letting her continue until she had poured her heart out.

She needed the time to put her feelings into words, and he needed ( wanted ) to listen.

The keys were eventually placed into his palm, eyes trained on them. His heart swelled, and his eyes stung. He could clearly recall the last time he cried, and he recalled just as clearly that he had hated the feeling. Loss ached, it drummed against his heart, eventually made him numb. This was different. He was happy in every sense of the word. He was excited. This felt like a door had been opened, and he was free to move through it as he pleased.

And there, on the other side — her.

Friends were hard to make despite all the people he spent time with, all the masters that came and went. So few of them were friends, but he could say without a shadow of a doubt that she was.

He had someone to look forward to. He had someone he could talk to and bond with, someone that could teach him while being taught in exchange. She had stories to tell, and she was just as ready to listen. They cooked together, they cleaned together, and he had begun to enjoy watching the many, many shows and movies that she liked.

‘ As long as you wish to. ’

He squeezed the key in his hand and willed himself not to break down in front of her.

“I wish it.” He sucked in a deep breath and set the box aside, hands working to attack the key to its new keychain. “I’ll always wish it. Thank you, Annie. It’s nice to know I have a home, and that I can share it with you.”

#ghostlyanon #「 ( bryning ; ic ) 」#「 v. the daze after a long sleep ( bryning ; modern ) 」#( lays down )#( cries into this ask because it was beautiful and sweet and he has a home! )#( a home he didn't make with his own hands in some cold pocket dimension )#( he has an actual real home and i'm CRYING )

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all1e23 · 5 years ago

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Between the Stars [Pt.8]

Pairings: Past!Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Series warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Grief. Overall sadness. Depression. It’s pretty angsty if I’m being honest. Things mellow out as the series goes on. TW: Military/Spouse death.

A/N: **TW: A certain death is finally explained in this chapter. It is the second half of the chapter. It’s not in crazy detail but there is some important plot stuff mixed in. I decided to post despite someone stealing my work. 😤 Thanks to my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky for looking this chapter over for me. Enjoy the sad I guess. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

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Stepping away from music for those ten months turned out to be the best thing you could have done for yourself and your career. Without the small reprieve, you doubted you would have found your way back to teaching, and you loved teaching. Not that it had been intended as a break at the time you walked away. You had every intention of never looking at another sheet of music again, but then Bucky came home and things became more complicated and somehow easier. You doubted that he knew what he was doing, and why should he? It wasn’t as if he had planned on coming home to pick up all your broken pieces so he could help put you back together. He did -- whether he realized it or not -- help you get some of your old life back. The bit that you could take with you into this new one. You even called a few of your former students and asked their parents if they were interested in picking up their lessons. Most said they would love to pick up where you left off, and a few said they found someone new in your absence. You couldn’t blame them. The world had continued while you chose to stand still.

Bucky must have noticed a difference because he told you he liked how pretty you looked when you were smiling.

Lessons started with the school year, and fall was here before you could blink. You were surprised to find you weren’t dreading the holidays as much as you thought. It would be the first holiday season since you got the call and you had expected it to feel like the rest -- hollow and grim. Along with Easter and Memorial Day, you had skipped celebrating Steve’s birthday. There was a small cake you shared with Bucky, three bites in, and you couldn’t force any more falsities down. You spent the rest of the night in your room. It was one of the rare nights you hadn’t slept next to Bucky since he had been home. You needed the night to yourself, and he understood that. By morning, your wedding ring had found its way from your ring finger to a chain that Steve had given you years ago. It felt strange at first. From the moment Steve slipped it on your finger, it rarely left your skin, and when you did, it always felt like there was a piece of you missing. That feeling didn’t show up this time, but you imagined there weren’t many more pieces of you that could go missing. You didn’t want to make it a big deal, so you kept it tucked inside your shirt. Of course, Bucky noticed the absence right away. He never questioned it.

It was a step forward (or maybe backward you weren’t sure some days). They were small, slow steps taken, but at least you were moving.

You’re not sure when it happened, but one morning you woke up and everything didn’t hurt as bad, you guessed it started right around the time Bucky came home. While moving forward was necessary (as everyone continued to remind you), there were days when it felt like a betrayal. You are moving on, and Steve can’t come with you. A little guilt blackens your heart every time you smile on those days; so you falter and take those arduous steps back. It lessens with every laugh and smile Bucky draws out of you, but it’s there under it all, and there’s the fear too. You’re afraid if you move on and keep up with the rest of the world you will forget. You will forget everything you and Steve had, and it will be as if you were never anything at all. Bucky shook his head when you confessed that to him late one night with your forehead pressed firmly against his shoulder, fighting your sleep and the nightmares you were sure would follow.

“You’re holding on to the past, Y/n. You gotta let it go. I’m not sayin’ you have to stop lovin’ him, but you gotta let go of the part of Steve that’s keeping you from moving on and being happy. Or it’s going to continue to tear at you until there’s nothing left.”

“And if I forget him?”

“You won’t, Trouble. You can’t forget a love like that. Trust me, I know.”

Bucky didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t dare ask. He’s never mentioned anything about falling in love in all the years you’ve known him. You’ve never seen him hold onto a woman for longer than a month and the idea of Bucky being in love, holding on to that love all these years without ever getting to know it turns your stomach inside out and shades your heart a bitter green. You’d rather not dwell on those feelings long enough to understand them.

Neither of you spoke about it again, and you were thankful. You didn’t think you could handle discussing Bucky’s long lost love when you could barely pick out an outfit. You’ve been staring at your clothes for an hour now, and everything either looked awful or felt wrong. Maybe you needed to buy new clothes and start from scratch. Every piece you owned had a memory stitched into the fabric, and you didn’t need to be reminded of things you would never have again. Bucky pulled a grey flannel out of his closet, and you reached across the bed, yanking it right out of his hand to slip over your head. That would have to work for today. Bucky rolled his eyes and turned back to the closet to grab a blue Henley for himself.

You always did like the way he looked blue.

“I can go see Sam so you can have some time alone with Tasha and Wanda.”

You didn’t say anything. Just gave a simple nod of the head, refusing to look up from the pile of clothes on the bed that now needed to be put away. You could leave it. The girls would be here any minute, and with Bucky gone, you could deal with it then. Bucky reached out to wrap his fingers around your wrist and gave a gentle tug, forcing your gaze to follow the motion up to meet his eyes. He ran his thumb over the soft thumping in your wrist and stared at you for a while as if he was working something out.

“Or,” Bucky suggested gently. “I can stay right here and work on my bike.”

Your lips curled up in a small smile despite your brain’s wish to keep them in a permanent frown.

“Okay,” You agreed with an easy smile. You slipped your wrist out of Bucky’s loose hold and made your way towards the door, stopping before you crossed the threshold and looked back at him with a deep frown replacing the pretty smile you were wearing only a second ago.

“You don’t have to babysit me, y’ know?”

Bucky’s laughter was followed by an exasperated groan. Of course, that was why you were upset.

“Yeah, I know. You’re just fine on your own.”

There was no fighting the grin Bucky’s words caused. “Yes, I am. But… you can hang around if you want to.”

“I’ve meant to clean up my girl anyway. I’ll hang around today, Trouble.”

Bucky assurance made your heart rest a little easier and maybe his too because he looked relieved when you nodded. The doorbell broke your silence and forced you to leave his side; you barely made it to the top of the stairs when you heard Bucky mutter, “Pain in my ass.” There was a fondness in his voice that made your heart leap.

Even though you were back to teaching you made sure not to overwhelm yourself; Tuesdays and Thursdays you worked late into the evening. It was nice to have something to look forward to, and Bucky always had something to eat ready when your last student left around 8:30. That was nice too.

Natasha had called earlier in the week wanting to come over Thursday night, and you had to explain that you went back to work. There was silence on the other end of the line, and silence was never good with Natasha. She was probably mad you didn’t tell her and that you were keeping things that important hidden, but it wasn’t something you wanted to advertise. Besides, Friday was as good a day as any to have the girls over. No one had to work the next day and took some of the pressure off. Everything felt normal when Natasha and Wanda arrived; you shared a hug or two. Okay, three. Wanda liked to hug, and she showed you the muffins she baked while Natasha held up a bottle of something that looked as if it could melt the glass it came in. You didn’t know what you expected. You hadn’t thought you would feel so excited to see them. Not because you didn’t love them, but having excitement around anyone but Bucky has been rare these last few months.

Sometimes the unexpected was good.

You chose to sit on the window bench that happened to overlook the side yard where Bucky had his black and chrome bike parked and was sitting on an old milk crate hard at work. That didn’t go unnoticed by Natasha. Not that anything ever does.

“So are you two living together now?”

You slowly draw your gaze up from the wine glass in your hand to look at Natasha and Wanda, who was skillfully avoiding your eyes as she blew on her tea for far longer than necessary.

“Yes. Is that a problem? It’s not like we talked about it or anything. It just sort of happened.”

Natasha shrugged in answer to your question and waited for you to go on. She wanted more of an explanation, so you rolled your eyes and explained why Bucky was staying with you.

“He didn’t have anywhere to go when he came home.”

Natasha smirked at the suggestion that Bucky would have been homeless if he hadn’t come to live with you, and you knew right away what you said had been a mistake. “Besides his mom’s, right? She lives twenty minutes from here. What about Sam’s? Or at my place with Clint and I? And I’m a hundred percent certain Sarah Rogers would have taken him in if everyone else in his life let him down for some unknown reason.”

You turned to look back out the window right as Bucky looked up, catching his eye, and you felt the panic in your chest lessen. Bucky gave you that pretty smile and scrunched his nose at you before going back to work. You fought to keep your smile small and lost the battle before it even got started. Wanda’s voice pulled you back into the living room; it was gentle as if she was trying to offset Natasha.

“I think what Nat was trying to ask is if you are planning on staying here together, or is he going to get his own place eventually?”

“We haven’t talked about it. I suppose he will at some point, though...”

You frowned at the thought. Why did that bother you so much?

“He doesn’t have to do anything, you know?” Wanda added at the sight of your upset. “He might want to stay here.”

“Maybe, but he has to move on eventually,” you added, dread filling your voice from the mere thought of Bucky leaving you. “He can’t stay here just to keep me from falling apart for the rest of this life.”

They were right. Bucky will eventually want to get back to his life. He can’t babysit you forever. There was going to come a time when he will want to date, fall in love, and get married. Maybe even have kids. Do all the things that you were supposed to do with Steve. The thought of Bucky leaving you to have that life with someone else made you sick, and you know it’s selfish. It’s unfair to expect him to stay there with you because you don’t want to lose him to someone else.

“How are you doing?” Natasha sounded a little softer this time, sensing your unease. “Are you sleeping?”

“Yeah, I started sleeping in Bucky’s room with him. It seemed to help.”

They stayed quiet but shared a look. You weren’t fond of whatever that was.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” Wanda rushed out far too quickly, but Natasha was quick to cut in, and by her tone, you could tell she’s been feeling this way for a while. “I’m just wondering how long you are going to keep punishing yourself?”

Natasha stared at you and Wanda swore under her breath. They talked about this before coming over. That was clear by the glare Wanda was settling Natasha with. You briefly wondered how often your friends discuss you like that. More often than you approved of, you were sure.

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m allowed to be sad. My husband died--”

“You’re right. You are allowed to be sad. Just like you’re allowed to find new things that make you happy and start putting your life back together.”

“I’m fine, Nat. I don’t need anything new. I have our house and my music--”

“And, Bucky?”

While she was right, you did have Bucky, in a sense. Bucky wasn’t new. You had a feeling what she was suggesting would be very new and not a notion you wanted to entertain.

“Natasha--”

“It’s okay to be happy again, Y/n. It’s okay to let your heart get put back together and heal. It doesn’t cheapen what you had with Steve. It doesn’t mean you didn’t love him, and it doesn’t mean you are betraying him. You aren’t doing anything wrong by letting yourself find happiness again. Even if that happiness is found with Bucky.”

You had a feeling what Natasha was hinting at, but hearing it outright like that made you a little queasy. Did people, your friends, talk about you and Bucky like this? Is that what everyone was worried about, who would get you next?

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act stupid Y/n. You’re a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.”

“He’s been my best friend since I was thirteen. It’s not-- It’s never been--” You took a deep breath and told them both, firmly. “He’s my best friend.”

Wanda pinched Natasha’s thigh and grabbed your hands from where she sat on the floor between you and Natasha. “All Nat is trying to say is if you wanted to find happiness again... with Bucky or anyone for that matter, it’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong by moving on.”

“It’s been nearly a year since you lost Steve. It’s time to start picking up the pieces, Y/n. With Bucky or without. You can’t stay stuck in this in-between, and you can’t go back.”

You turned your gaze back out the window to catch Bucky staring at you. He quickly looked back at his bike and fiddled with the wrench in his hand. It reminded you of all those days he would hide you in Shop class so you could skip Geometry with Mr. Coulson. The memory makes you grin. The girls might be half right. Maybe you couldn’t go back, but that didn’t mean you wanted to let it go completely.

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Three hours after Natasha and Wanda left, you found yourself wandering around the house with what you thought was purposeless. It started in the kitchen, and you slowly made your way through your home, somehow ending up in the doorway to Bucky’s room. Your heart must have told your feet where to go and left your brain in the dark. His hair was still wet from a fairly recent shower. The ends were darker than the rest and shiny from being wet. It wasn’t long enough to tuck behind his ears, but it was long enough that he could slick it back. His beard had become relatively thick due to his laziness these last few months. To be fair, most of his attention has been on you. When he mentioned trimming it a few weeks ago, you wrinkled your nose at the thought, and at the time, he had laughed.

He never did trim it after that.

Bucky glanced up at you, hovering at the threshold to his room, and he smiled, crooking his finger for you to come in. You pushed off the doorframe and made your way over to where he was resting on the end of the bed, wet towel lying on the bed next to him. You wanted to tell him it was getting your side of the bed all wet, but you thought better of it.

It’s not your bed, after all. You have your own you should probably start to sleep in and let Bucky get back to living his own life.

“Have a good time?” Bucky asked. There was a softness in his voice he saved for you and you alone.

You shrugged.

“Tasha called me stupid on the way out. Got any idea what that is about? Should I be scared?”

You grinned and brushed a fallen strand of hair back to lay with the rest. “I don’t know, but being scared is always a safe bet when Nat is involved. How’s the bike? It looked like you got a lot done.”

“She’s good. Just cleaned her up a bit and changed the oil. You know, I like fiddling with her a bit, and she’s been sitting at my mom’s collecting dust.”

You cupped his cheek and gently rubbed his cheekbone with your thumb. He nuzzled your palm right away, eyes falling closed, and he seemed to relax a fraction. There was tension in his shoulders you hadn’t noticed before, a darkness that has never lingered in his eyes this long, and his smile never quite reached his eyes anymore. He’s spent all this time taking care of you, and you never once noticed how badly he was struggling.

He was lost just like you.

“Hey.”

Bucky looked up at the sound of your voice and quickly pulled away from your touch as if he remembered he shouldn’t be doing that. You slowly drew your hand back, letting them drop to your side and choosing to sit next to him instead.

“Wanna talk?”

“‘Bout what?”

He looked dejected, troubled. A little scared, too.

“What’s been weighing on your heart.” Bucky dropped his gaze, his tell for waiting to drop the subject, but you pushed a little more. “I didn’t see it before. I was too wrapped up in my shit, but I can see it now. The guilt and the hurt.”

If he honestly couldn’t talk, or didn’t want to, you would drop it.

“Y/n, you don’t want to hear about that.”

So it was about Steve’s death then. You had a feeling.

“If I couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t have asked. I need to hear it, Bucky, and I think you need to talk about it as well.”

It took a long time before Bucky made any movements at all. He shifted further away from you, tossing the towel onto the desk chair and turned to face you. You mirrored his position tucking one leg under you on the bed and letting the other hang off the edge. He was still quiet, gathering his thoughts and a little courage, too. You nudged his barefoot with yours and he gave you a small smile.

“Steve was… He was walking in front of me. Like he always does-- like he did, and Sam was on our left.” Bucky licked his lips, tossing words around his head to find the right ones. This was harder than he thought it would be.

“I wasn’t paying attention. I should have been. That’s my damn job. I was too busy staring at the damn…” Bucky stopped short, and the look of guilt he gave you said he feared you already knew his crimes and found him deserving of judgment.

“At what, Bucky?”

Bucky dropped his eyes and shook his head.

“You’ll hate me.”

“Bucky… I could never hate you. Nothing you could do would make me hate you.”

Bucky closed his eyes, squeezed them shut really. He didn’t want to see your face when he said what he had to say next. “I was staring at your scarf. It was sticking out of his collar, poking up right out of the back of his BDU’s and all I could think about was you, and how I could never have-- I was distracted.”

He reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes with the palm of his hand. You had to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling him close. Bucky needed to get this off his chest and you needed to hear it.

“Next thing I knew, there was a shot fired and then about ten after that. Maybe more. I don’t know. Steve was down, and at first, I thought he dropped to take cover, but my damn ears were ringing, and shots were flying everywhere. I tried to yell out, but I couldn’t hear my voice over the noise. Sam was trying to drag me away, but I couldn’t leave him lying there…”

Bucky’s words became stuttered and choked. You could follow along, but you had to piece together the holes Bucky couldn’t fill. He explained how Steve had taken the bullet for him, how he had been distracted and didn’t see it in time. Bucky told you that he had pulled Steve undercover, and Steve had begged for Bucky to take care of you for him. Bucky left out the reason Behind Steve’s choices that day. You didn’t need to know that when Bucky asked why he did that, Steve told him with that stupid lopsided smile, “You’re my best friend, Buck and Y/n... S-she can go on without me. She can’t live without you though.”

You wiped your tears away with shaking fingers. Bucky blamed himself for Steve’s choices and you couldn’t let him go on thinking he was at fault for something he had no control over. Scarf or not.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yn...”

“No, Bucky. It wasn’t your fault. If it had been the other way around, you would have jumped in front of him. We both know you would have.”

“But if I was--”

“It’s not. Your fault, Bucky.”

You crawled into his lap and pulled his head to your chest. Bucky tightened his arms around your waist, clutching at the thick fabric of his shirt still clinging to your skin. “I don’t blame you, and I know Steve wouldn’t,” You cooed softly in his ear. ”He would do it a hundred times over, and I know you would do the same for h-him.”

Bucky tucked his nose into your neck and took a shaky inhale. The two of you sat like that as the glow of the room slowly faded from orange to dark blue. Bucky’s quiet sobs had settled into barely-there sniffs along with your own. There was a new heaviness resting on your chest, but despite the pain that came with knowing the truth, it gave you a tiny bit of closure. He never said if he believed you or accepted your forgiveness. You prayed he did. You hoped now he would be able to forgive himself, too.

“Bucky?”

There a beat of silence. Bucky rubbed his beard against your neck making you shiver. You could feel a faint smile on your skin when he finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

Bucky slowly lifted his head, so the two of you were sitting nose to nose now, you were so close that when you whispered he could feel your breath against his lips, “I’m glad you came home… to me.”

Maybe now, you could both heal and move on to something new.

“Me too, Trouble. Me too.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #past!Steve Rogers x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x yn #alternate universe #military au #tw: military death #tw: loss of spouse #tw: character death

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years ago

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One For The Books || Midoriya Izuku

Synopsis: Kissing you in the middle of a bookstore was worth being late to his own party.

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is for @bnhabookclub Celebrating Deku event and bingo event! Prompt: “Kiss me, quick. I promise I’ll explain later.” Bingo Slot: Bookshop AU Thank you @hawks-senseis @todoscript for beta reading! Tagging: @pixxiesdust

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Izuku stumbled into the bookstore by happenstance.

The breeze was particularly strong that day, coming in from the east, and Izuku is naturally attracted to the scent of wilted parchment. The voices of the great authors from before entice him to take a peek into the homely shop. The size and location suggests it’s a family owned business, a hidden gem amongst a sea of overly flashy boutiques. It is the definition of grassroots and Izuku loves patronizing these types of down to earth businesses.

Izuku’s been an avid reader his whole life. He believes everybody has a story to tell and every story is worth being read.

The bell jingles upon opening the door and the place, though small in size, reminds Izuku of a never ending abyss filled to the brim with an infinite amount of stories. He can't wait to dig his fingers into the pages of each and every one of them. He already feels a sense of home with the purposefully decorative clutter - wooden knick-knacks and potted plants mixed with soft acoustic music playing in the background gives the place charm.

He greets the clerk who smiles politely, greeting him by his hero name. Izuku doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to being treated as a hero. The fame and fortune never appealed to him, preferring a simple life where he’s free to be himself without the weight of expectation. He feels bad for thinking this, and hasn’t told anyone because he doesn’t want to appear ungrateful. Please don’t misunderstand, he loves being a hero and saving those in need, but sometimes he needs to get away.

Izuku peruses the numerous aisles, his finger grazing the spines of books waiting to be opened, when he freezes right smack in the middle of the aisle. You’re tucked in the corner with a book in hand, he can’t make out the title no matter how hard he squints. Izuku feels a bit creepy staring at you from the thin opening of the bookshelf, and you must’ve felt someone staring at you because you look up and meet his eyes causing him to whip his head. A flush creeps along the apples of his cheeks from being caught by you. Despite his embarrassment, Izuku chances a glance back up and he breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes have returned to your book. He doesn’t miss the fond smile gracing your lips now.

And that’s how a bookstore that’s two cities away became Izuku’s home away from home.

He tries to convince himself that he’s only going for the books, but he’s such a terrible liar that he can’t even lie to himself. It sounds ridiculous when he’s been on the train already for an hour, alone, on his birthday. He managed to escape for a few hours, finding time to catch a glimpse of you in between birthday traditions with his mother and hanging out with friends later tonight.

His heart skips at the thought of seeing you tucked in the same corner, a book in one hand and your usual coffee in the other. You dog-ear the pages instead of using a bookmark, and you gasp when you find a quote worth remembering. You dare not take your eyes off the page, like you’re afraid you’ll never feel the same magic you felt when you first read the passage. Izuku always smiles when he sees you have trouble finding your highlighter, feeling your way around the table even though it’s in the same position you always leave it.

He’s talked to you a couple times, if you could call it talking, it’s more like you ask him a simple yes or no question and Izuku proceeds to blubber like an idiot for the next five minutes; your face adorned with a small smile as you wait for him to string words together that make sense. He appreciates your patience. It’s rare to find that kind of patience anymore.

He also appreciates how you don’t openly acknowledge his hero status. Seems like everyone wants something from him nowadays. It’s hard to make friends outside of the hero industry. A part of him wishes to return to the quiet stability, back when he was just Izuku. Maybe that’s why he finds himself constantly coming back to this bookstore, because this is the one place he feels like nobody's watching him and you’re the one person who makes Izuku feel like he doesn’t need to be anything more than himself.

His stomach drops when he takes in the vacant corner. He hoped to catch you today before his party, perhaps he would’ve finally gathered the courage to actually talk to you. This wasn’t how he pictured today would go, but he figures he traveled all this way so he picks up a couple books anyway (a couple to Izuku means a pile that looks ready to tip over) and plops down in his usual spot across from you.

He barely gets through the first paragraph when the bell jingles, signaling a new customer, and you rush in breathless. The few people roaming the aisles turn their heads, including Izuku, and you look picturesque standing in front of the wide-open door, your hair swaying in the wind. Your eyes scan the bookstore, stopping at Izuku, and you walk briskly towards him. Wait, no, that can’t be right, but Izuku feels dumb glancing behind his shoulder because he’s sitting against a wall.

Izuku feels the breath rush out of him in one swoop.

“Kiss me, quick. I promise I’ll explain later!”

Izuku chokes.

“Huh? I- I’m sor-sorry- di-did you- you just- kiss- uhm, I’m sorry, what?”

Izuku misheard that, right? There’s no way… Yeah, he had to have misheard that. His mind tricking him into what he wants to hear. Strangers don’t normally ask other strangers to kiss. Unless it was New Year’s, but it’s the middle of July, so that can’t be right.

You bite your lip, and it’s the first sign of hesitancy you show since making your grand entrance.

“It’s stupid, I’m sorry, you’re right, it’s not New Year’s-”

You heard that?

Sweat prickles the back of his neck at being caught so openly. He’s always had a habit of thinking out loud, and it manages to happen at the worst times.

“I’m just gonna go now, oh god, I’m so embarrassed, pretend you never-”

Izuku never gets to listen to the end because he jumps from his seat and pulls you in. You gasp, the same way you do when you come across a melodic phrase on a page, when his lips touch yours. You’re frozen in place, eyes wide, like you didn’t expect the kiss despite being the one to ask. Izuku has only kissed a few girls, enough to count on one hand, but he gives it everything he’s got.

He traces your bottom lip, asking for permission like the gentleman his mother raised him to be, and he barely holds back a smile when you gain your bearings and shyly open up for him. He can tell from the way you kiss that you don’t normally ask random guys to kiss you in bookstores, and Izuku’s relieved at not being the only one feeling a little awkward about this whole situation.

Izuku explores the inside of your mouth, shyly meeting your tongue, and he feels you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the small curls at the nape of his neck. Izuku doesn’t know how long the kiss lasts for, but long enough to feel like he might pass out if he doesn’t take a breath. He doesn’t completely pull away though - he makes it halfway, only to take a small gasp of air, before he goes back in to peck you one more time, trying to remember how your lips taste in case this is the first and last time he kisses you.

What is he saying? Of course this is going to be the last time he kisses you. You’re a stranger- a beautiful stranger- but a stranger no less. He doesn’t even know your name! He probably should’ve asked for your name before he stuck his tongue in your mouth. Maybe he’s not much of a gentleman after all.

You open your eyes slowly, still hazy from the kiss. Your fingers are still entangled in his hair, and Izuku doesn’t want to let go of you, but you’re both coming down from the high of kissing one another. You detangle yourselves, stepping back an appropriate distance. There’s a fair amount of quick glances and awkward silence before you both speak up at the same time.

“I don’t normally-” you say.

“S-sorry if that wasn’t-” Izuku says.

Both of you stop at the same time too, laughing off the awkwardness. Izuku rocks on the balls of his feet, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. You glance around, unable to stay in place, until you set your sights on the towering books in Izuku’s corner. Your eyes sparkle as you bounce over to pick up the current book he’s reading.

“I love The War Within!”

“Y-you do?”

The War Within is one of Izuku’s favorite books. His mother would read it to him all the time as a child.

“Of course! My childhood is in these pages,” you say as if you can read Izuku’s mind.

You flip through, careful not to lose where Izuku left off even though he’s still on the first page.

“This story seriously doesn’t get enough love,” you comment after giggling at a passage from the book.

Izuku couldn’t agree more, and the flutter of excitement swirls through him. He finally found someone he can discuss his favorite book with. Although a fantastic book, it’s terribly underrated and anyone he’s mentioned it to looks at him like he has two heads when he gets carried away talking about it, but not you.

“I couldn’t agree more! The struggle between following your head and following your heart is timeless and the author writes it in such a wonderful way, accessible to a younger audience. Everyone comes to that crossroad between choosing to do what is socially expected and going after what you personally want. I can’t believe more people haven’t read this book and-”

Izuku abruptly shuts up, biting his tongue when he realizes he’s rambling yet again to someone about his favorite book. He’s always been a smart kid, but it wasn’t until later in life when he fully grasped the depth of the message. He’s never related more to the protagonist than right now.

You’re not looking at him strangely like everyone else. Instead, your face is adorned with that same soft smile Izuku saw the first time he laid eyes on you.

“What’s the famous quote at the end again?” You skip to the end, eyes scanning for the passage Izuku already knows by heart. He answers your question in earnest at the same time you find the passage. You speak together for the second time today, words flowing in unison.

“To win a war within one’s self is the greatest victory of all.”

You lock eyes at the end. Izuku feels electric, adrenaline coursing through his veins, the same feeling as when he uses One for All. How did he get so lucky to bump into you that fateful day? The chances of Izuku choosing to get off the train when he did and stepping foot into the bookstore was slim to none, and for you to be here when he did…

What he would give to kiss you one more time.

The conversation dies, both of you too caught up in one another to say a word. All is left is the occasional murmur from other patrons and the soft music playing in the background. Izuku opens his mouth as do you, like you’re riding the same wavelength.

“I never got your-”

“Happy birthday!” You blurt, effectively cutting Izuku off.

He’s taken aback. He didn’t expect you to know today was his birthday. You never showed any sign that you knew of him, let alone take the time to look up his birthday.

Oh god. What else did you find about him? The internet is scary and there are plenty of not so pleasant articles about him from media outlets looking to cause a stir.

“Oh- ahem- I, um, heh…” He awkwardly trails off, a simple ��thanks” unreachable to Izuku’s poor stuttering heart beating in double time.

He sincerely hopes only good things came up when you searched his name.

“Thank you,” he says, bowing his head slightly to hide the flush on his face.

Neither of you have a chance to continue the conversation when Izuku’s phone pings and he receives a text message from Uraraka that he better not be late to his own party again. Izuku glances at the time, eyes widening; he has to leave in the next five minutes if he wants to make the train home.

“I have to go.”

You glance down like you’re unsure of yourself, until you take a deep breath and face Izuku head on with fierce determination; the same look of a hero about to make a life or death choice.

“I wanted to kiss you.”

Izuku steps back. Not with distaste, but with admiration for your honesty.

“There’s really nothing else to it. I like you, and you probably get that a lot, and I know it’s crazy to say that when this is the first time we’ve had an actual conversation, but.. I thought I’d take my shot because, well, why not?”

You chance a glance up at Izuku who’s staring at you in awe. You shuffle under his intense stare, like you don’t know what to make of his silence after your confession.

Izuku will admit that even he didn’t think he’d have the courage to confess his attraction to a complete stranger; yet here you were in the middle of a public bookstore, putting yourself out there, and opening yourself up to the possibility of rejection.

Or opening yourself up to the chance of a lifetime.

Izuku’s terrified of the strong woman in front of him - and not because he feels his masculinity threatened, but because he knows you’ll push him out of his comfort zone in ways he needs most.

“What’s your name?”

Your eyes flash like you didn’t expect that in the least, but you give him your name like he asks.

“Do you wanna grab coffee sometime, Y/N?”

“Like a date?”

Izuku nods and your eyes widen before shyly replying, “I’d love to.”

He laughs awkwardly, feeling like he missed a step. Don’t people usually start out as friends, go on a couple dates, and then kiss? This happened out of order, and not the way Izuku ever expected an exchange with you would go, but for some reason it feels right.

Izuku counts it as a win when he saves your number and can finally attach your name. He has one more question before he takes off though.

“What if I didn’t want to kiss you? What would you have done then?”

You bite your lip in thought, looking around at the endless tales waiting to be read, before smiling at Izuku.

“It’d be a great story either way. One for the books.”

Izuku finds the way you giggle at your own puns absolutely adorable.

He bids you goodbye with an awkward handshake turned hug- he went for a handshake while you went for a hug. Izuku makes it to the door, ready to leave, but for some reason he stops. His body takes over, shutting off his mind screaming what a terrible idea this is, before turning back around. This time, he’s the one to walk towards you with purpose, with intent to open himself up like you did. You inspired him to risk it all for a single moment, and even though it may be the worst decision he makes.

There’s a chance it will be the best decision of his life.

Your small gasp is music to Izuku’s ears, a song he wants on repeat for the rest of his life, as he pulls you in once more. The moment your lips touch, Izuku can’t help the small sigh to escape him, because the risk is totally worth any rejection that may follow. You wrap your arms around his neck, like your body was made to fit perfectly in his, and you run your fingers through his curls. The kiss is rushed, but not sloppy, like you can’t get enough of each other because you both have no idea what tomorrow brings. It’s over too soon for Izuku’s liking, but he enjoys how a single kiss was able to leave you breathless. A tinge of heat graces your cheeks and your kiss-bitten lips are proof that Izuku didn’t make this up in his head.

“S-so coffee next week?” Izuku steps back, running a nervous hand through his hair.

You smile with that same sparkle glittering your eyes.

“Sounds great. Happy birthday, Izuku.”

Izuku’s breath catches at the sound of his first name caressing your tongue. He bids you goodbye for good this time before taking his leave. The clerk winks at Izuku who flushes, ducking his head down, but the beginnings of a fond smile grace his own lips.

Kissing you was definitely worth being late to his own party.

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sserpente · 4 years ago

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Pastel Blue (Chapter 5)

Synopsis: After his lucky escape, the Tesseract takes Loki on new adventures–but unfortunately, his journeys through space do not go unnoticed and he soon ends up on TVA’s radar. Working for them, albeit reluctantly, he keeps finding himself in the company of a young woman, Jess, who works in the linguistics department and who has a truly strange effect on him. Smitten by her confidence and smugness, he seeks her presence like a bee hunting for honey and lets her wreak havoc in his heart without really knowing why. But he is determined to find out. He means to escape this godforsaken place anyway.

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It almost felt like no time at all. Had one whole week really passed already since Loki had accommodated himself in her unit? In the books, the characters who had to share a room usually fell in love by the end of the story or, even better, they had some mind-blowing sex and then ended up together, and yet all she had done was play with her vibrator like it would be taken away from her the next morning for good.

But unlike any of the mischief and the chaos she had expected, Loki was a rather pleasant roommate. He was respectful, calm, tidy… and she doubted he had ever entered her room without her permission. Unless, of course, he had done so in her absence.

Jess gnashed her teeth, her eyes fixed on her brown hair in the mirror. Ariana had found this lovely youth magazine in the nineties yesterday, one that had already been thrown in the bin. The only reason she had taken it was because the cover showed a blue phone booth with Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor on the cover. Jess had spent all morning skimming through it, reading the headline article as well as chuckling about the gossip and the ads—even though some of them were rather sexist.

At some point, she found a double page on fancy hairstyles for women and now struggled to copy one of the elegant braids to spice up her own hair. Thus far, she had been failing miserably, flinching with a grunt when Loki opened the bathroom door. He tilted his head upon seeing her sitting on the edge of her bathtub with her tongue sticking out a little and her fingers entangled in her brown hair.

“Yes?”

“I meant to get washed but clearly, you are occupied in here.”

Jess huffed, flinging the hair tie into the sink. “I’ve been trying to braid my hair. Like this, look!” She pointed at the magazine. The woman in the picture looked like it had taken her five minutes to create this look, and they’d had the audacity to rate this style ‘quick and easy’.

Loki chuckled. “You look like a scarecrow.”

“Why, thank you.” She rolled her eyes. “You can take your shower, I give up on this.” She said.

His sigh surprised her. “Allow me.”

“What?” Jess’ reply was all but a chirp but Loki had already approached her and fetched the hair tie from the sink. The braid was indeed a simple one, and as he stood behind her to part her hair for her, he had to refrain from letting her know just how soft it felt.

He had often braided his mother’s hair as a child. It was an activity that had calmed him down whenever Thor and his friends had made fun of how fond he was of books and preferred to use his mind and tricks rather than raw strength in play fights. The hand movements he was so familiar with that he had no need to look. Instead, he met Jess’ eyes in the mirror. She swallowed, and for a brief moment, he found himself remembering the whimpers coming from her bedroom at night.

Quickly, he averted his gaze again, parting her hair to reveal the earrings dangling down her earlobes. They shimmered in the artificial light of the bathroom. He had never seen her without them, come to think of it.

“They are moonstones.” She said when she noticed his glance. His finger brushed against her left earring once more, making it swing a little. “M got them for me on my birthday. The stone is said to soothe emotional instability and stress, and to stabilise emotions.” After all, her own parents were unlikely to buy her birthday presents anymore. “He asked me to always wear them… that they would protect me from evil.”

Loki hummed. He was familiar with the healing properties of moonstones. They were rather common on Asgard too. Only it made him wonder why Mobius would be so keen on her keeping them on at all times.

“Do you truly believe that?”

She shrugged. “I choose to.”

His fingertips brushed against the soft skin of her neck and he sucked in a deep breath. Jess’ lips parted. She was indeed a beautiful woman, was she not? Loki pondered if she was aware of just how alluring she was. How delectable she sounded when she came undone, believing so naïvely that he was unable to hear the fun she had with herself.

Lust flared up in his blue eyes, his fingers caressing her neck once more, and him braiding her hair all of a sudden turning into a subtle excuse to touch her over and over, to explore what their physical connection meant to him. Then it hit him. The inexplicable tension between them was indeed sexual too.

It was perfect, was it not? If Jess desired him, in whatever way she imagined to… then perhaps he could make use of her attraction, especially as this meant that he too would get to blatantly act on those carnal needs simmering right beneath the surface of his very core. He could not possibly trust her beyond that.

“There.” He announced, finishing up the braid by tying the loose ends together with her hair tie. She looked exactly like the model in the magazine now—only Loki had done an even better job. Jess swallowed once more, wishing, subconsciously, that he would touch her one last time. When he stepped away from her instead, she came to suppress a disappointed whimper.

“M is, um… you’ll be sent to a different unit next week.” She said, breaking the oddly peaceful but palpable silence between them.

“Am I?”

“Yeah. Reese recovered well, I mean, that’s what M told me. He will take over after the party.”

“What party?”

Jess stood, clutching the sink behind her for support—Loki did not fail to notice how flustered she was now, almost as if him braiding her hair had intensified whatever it was she felt for him. It had been a long time since he had last had to think this way upon meeting someone of the opposite sex, let alone a mortal woman.

“Dave is celebrating his anniversary this weekend. It’s a big deal here at the TVA, much more important than birthdays. M didn’t tell you about it, then.” She concluded.

Loki shook his head slowly and decided to give her a smirk. Her reaction, blood biting at her cheeks, pleased him. “I’d dare say I am not invited to your silly festivities.”

“M is thinking about it. About inviting you, I mean. And I guess you could… use a break from all… this. Besides, apart from security, everyone will be drunk by midnight. Lots of snacking and dancing…”

Loki rolled his eyes. He had already hated these kinds of parties back on Asgard. Fandral would shamelessly flirt with three women at once, Volstagg would stuff himself into a coma and Thor would brag with his hammer on the dance floor, making the women believe they could lift it as they danced with him.

If anything, however, this absurd anniversary was the perfect opportunity for him to let his charm play and gain her trust. Jess sighed, prompting him to look up and meet her eyes. She stood, approaching him with the hint of a smile both scornful and compassionate at the same time… and then wrapped her arms around him.

Loki tensed up, his arms hanging by his side motionlessly. Physical affection was the last thing he had expected in a place like this, even from Jess. Perhaps, gaining her trust would be easier than he thought it would be, and still, part of him was unable to deny how much he enjoyed knowing that someone at least pretended to care, as peculiar as she was. Her touch felt like someone had set his entire body ablaze.

“Listen, I know you’ve been through shit and I know you hate everyone right now, including me. M may or may not have red on his ledger but you’re a part of the team now. You’re one of us. If we don’t stand up for each other, then who will?”

“I never agreed on becoming a part of the team.” Loki responded darkly.

Jess moved away from him a little, her smile faltering. “Me neither.”

~*~

“You’ll have to explain that to me one more time. When your father, I mean, Odin, fell into the Odinsleep—whatever the hell that means—your mother gave you the throne?”

Loki hummed. That was the part of the story Thor had left out upon telling S.H.I.E.L.D. and all the other silly secret organisations run by mortals how dangerous and menacing his adoptive brother was.

Jess was flicking through one of the thickest books he had ever seen. It was a collection of astronomical anomalies written down in a language not even Loki could decipher and it was so big she had to stand upright rather than sit at her desk to read the top of the pages. She gazed at him from the corner of her eyes.

“Thor was no longer on Asgard and Mother refused to leave Odin’s side. I was the only one left fit to rule—only Thor’s idiotic friends did not accept me as their king.”

“Let me guess… they pretended you were the villain so you became the villain?” Nibbling on her candy necklace, she bit off a pearl with a loud crack. Loki flinched a little. It was short of a miracle she had not chipped any of her teeth yet.

“I saw my chance,” he said. “So I took it. I never saw myself as the villain. And I never lied. I was the rightful king of Asgard.”

Jess bent over to read the small print. She was still wearing the plait Loki had braided into her hair. It swayed from side to side a bit as it fell over her shoulder, revealing her neck. Her scent was almost unnerving—unnerving in a most ferocious and desirable way. Intoxicating. He had sensed it when she had hugged him already and now, part of him was greedy to press her close to him once more and feel her body against his. He suppressed a growl. He should be enjoying his quest to tiptoe nearer and nearer to getting this ridiculous collar off his neck and make this mortal woman swoon over him—not the other way around. He was the one in control. He had to be.

So he stepped closer, his tread so quiet Jess never heard him approach her.

“So you came to like it. The power of the throne?” She said without looking up. Loki nodded, oblivious to the fact she could not see him. She cursed under her breath when his arm brushed against hers, eliciting a barely noticeable smirk from him. It was amusing how quickly he could read her reactions to him now.

The Trickster swallowed. “I meant to prove myself to the man who never saw me as a potential heir in the first place.”

“How did Thanos find you?” Jess choked out when he moved in closer, demanding all of her attention to himself. It almost scared him how fast she forgot about the massive book on her desk, her eyes fixed on his face as if it bore the answer to all of her questions. Loki’s expression hardened nonetheless, regardless of how much the urge to taste her lips rose within him.

“How much do you know?”

“I know what M told me… that you were his ally and he helped you take over Earth in exchange for the Tesseract.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. “Then you know nothing.” Her glance found his lips now too. He was standing close enough for his warm breath to ghost over her mouth, her heart beating more rapidly with every passing second.

Fuck. Her office was being monitored. Sucking in a deep breath, she moved away from him and closed the thick book on her desk shut. “It’s late. We should head to the party.” She cleared her throat. “You can, um… wait for me here so I can get changed. Give me five.”

Loki nodded, taken by surprise until he noticed her glancing at the chunky surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Ah… there it was. The fear or shame or both to be caught being involved with him. Loki gnashed his teeth when she rushed past him, fleeing from the scene. That, at least, was something he was familiar with.

He remained in the office, almost as if glued to the spot, for a while longer before he made his way towards the cafeteria where the festivities would take place. Jess would catch up—besides, so he had to admit, he was indeed looking forward to seeing their faces when he joined the ridiculous little party and what it might give him to work with.

“Really, that’s all? That’s almost a little disappointing.” He heard Dave say in the distance, presumably a few yards away from him, his voice ricocheting through the dark hallway.

Loki stopped dead in his tracks. As silent as a mouse, he leaned against the wall, melted into it almost, and slowed down his breathing.

“Yes…” Another voice that Loki identified as Mobius’, replied. “We did take a risk with them but I must admit, I too almost expected a little… more. I thought one of them might… feel something, you know—a connection or recognition, maybe.” Loki could hear his suit ruffle as he shrugged. “Well, timelines can be unpredictable. We do know that better than anyone else.”

Connection. Recognition? For some peculiar reason, he was certain the pair were speaking about him. Him and… Jess? Who else could they possibly mean? His gut feeling, however, told him that he should, seidr or not, get rid of the security footage in Jess’ office as soon as possible. Whatever it was Mobius wanted to see unfolding between them, he was not going to grant him the satisfaction of presenting it to him on a silver platter.

Fortunately enough, they were too far away to hear him, he realised that once more when Jess’ footsteps echoed through the hallway. He knew it was her without even looking behind himself and yet, found his heart skipping a beat when she touched his arm.

“Ready? You know they might give you suspicious looks as soon as you… what are you doing?”

Loki gave her a disarming smile. “Nothing. Shall we?”

~*~

A/N: Put your swords up, put ‘em up; it’s going down.

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hotmessexpress404 · 4 years ago

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TMNT Universe!Reader x Turtles 4

A giant rat. Four mutated turtles. These were now your roommates. Did I mention your living quarters were inside a sewer?

You always wondered how nobody ever found them by accident. Surely, there were teams of employees that worked in the sewers. If there was anything that seemed fishy or out of place, they’d be called to investigate. Right?

To be honest, it was kind of amazing. They lived underneath people that would possibly never even know they existed. They fought crime in the shadows, protecting people that would never know their names.

Except April. Casey. That Falcon guy, what was his name again? And those police officers you remembered from the 2016 movie. They all knew, but that was it. That was a very small friends list. It was smaller than your own, which was really saying something.

No wonder they were so out of touch with socialization. And socializing.

“What time is it?” you asked, finally breaking the pregnant silence that ensued after your prolonged questioning.

“Almost two in the afternoon,” Donatello answered immediately.

You hummed quietly to yourself. “What do you guys usually do all day?”

“Depends, dudette,” Michelangelo said with a sly smile. “Depends on our company.” After a firm wack from his red-banded brother, he forced a laugh. “We eat, train, play video games. Like anybody else.”

You started to reconsider your promise to not get a job or anything up top. This was a dream situation, really, but was that really it?

These boys needed some spice in their lives.

“How old are you guys now?” you asked.

“Twenty-ish,” the blue-banded leader said. “We don’t really have birthdays, but we know we’re all at least twenty.”

“You don’t have birthdays?” Your expression changed from surprise to pure sadness. “I can’t imagine not having a birthday. You don’t know your star signs, your daily horoscopes, when the right day is to finally have your first drink- legally, anyway-, that kind of sucks.”

“It’s not like we can throw a party anyway,” Raphael said. “It would be like any other day in the sewers.”

Well, they weren’t wrong. If your calculations were correct, and you were pretty sure they were, this was 2020 in their time as well. You thought that in the 2014 movie they had been around 15, and around 17 in the 2016 movie. It made sense they were around 20 or 21 by now. Meaning it was only about five or so years since they met April and the Falcon guy, and three or four years since they met Casey Jones.

(If the turtles weren’t an option, you’d definitely go for Casey. He just had this way about him. It was too bad you figured he was well along with April by this point.)

“That only tells me that we have years to make up in parties,” you said with a grin. “Around twenty to be exact. Besides, parties don’t have to have fifty people. I’d much rather prefer a party with less than ten people that I’m close to. It’s too much otherwise.”

In less than ten minutes, you found yourself planning a party for four mutant turtles that didn’t even exist in your universe. Sure, they weren’t teenagers anymore, but they were close enough to probably enjoy some high school party games. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, two truths and a lie, House Party- they were probably too old to play musical chairs, right?

You weren’t even sure if alcohol was on the table or not.

You liked video games as much as the next person, but there was something more genuine about playing games without electronics. Maybe it was just you being nostalgic. Monopoly on the Nintendo Switch just didn’t have the same dramatic effect as playing it at the dinner table, with the banker not really keeping great track of the money.

The game of Life probably wouldn’t be a great idea. Would they be able to even hold the tiny people pegs?

This party could just consist of you, the four boys, and Splinter- but on second thought, you weren’t sure how he would react to a jolly game of spin the bottle. You’d have to get in contact with Casey, April, and maybe even that other dude. What the heck was his name?

“Hey, Donnie,” you called, leaning over the notepad you had been writing on. “What’s the dude’s name that took credit for that whole thing that happened with Sacks and the mutagen?”

He seemed a bit taken aback by the question. “Vernon. Why, what do you need with him?”

“I might be adding him to the guest list,” you said slowly, trying to judge his face for his reaction. It seemed positive enough. “Might make things a little more interesting.”

“Are you really planning us a party?” Michelangelo asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch.

You quickly hid the list at your side. “Maybe. I’m not really a planner per se, but you guys deserve something like this.”

“You’ve known us for less than a day,” he said with a lilt in his voice. He frowned. “How do you know what we deserve?”

“If everything I know about you guys is true, you deserve at the very least a celebration of your existence,” you said matter-of-factly. “Since I don’t know your birthdays. I think it’ll be fun.”

“That’s so nice!”

“Reading stuff about you guys brought me out of funks many times in my life, it’s only right that I do something for you, too.” You just smiled. It was still such a surreal situation. Were you really going to throw a party for these turtles? And invite April, Casey, and Vern?

“As long as it’s alright with you,” you said quickly. “I am just a guest right now- an unwelcome guest at that.”

“Nah, don’t even think that! We’ve dealt with way weirder stuff. It’s nothing having you here. If you’re looking for permission, I’d probably talk to Leonardo or Master Splinter. Probably Leo more, though.”

It wasn’t like this was some illegal drug-infused party. Why did you feel so nervous to ask the blue-banded leader for permission?

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Amelioration

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: cursing, soulmate!au

word count: 5,792

a/n: here is the final part to the happiness series!!!! does reader forgive shouto??? does shouto marry momo??? who knows!!!

Happiness (part one) ~ Bravado (part two)

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amelioration: (n) the act of making something better; improving

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For the first time since that night seven months ago you feel truly and completely happy.

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Two Months Later

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It took time, but you believed after months of being upset, you were happy.

The periods of you crying over a boy, who didn’t want you, had stopped two months ago. Two months of rediscovering who you were. Two months of figuring out what kind of person you were outside of this soulmate ordeal.

Why did romance always have to overpower everything?

Why did everyone need someone else to love them when they could love themselves?

Why the hell couldn’t you love yourself despite believing no one else could?

So you had thrown yourself into work. You decided to invest yourself into what you did best as you figured out how to make yourself happy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone in your old class since Kirishima’s birthday celebration; you weren’t embarrassed by your actions, but you didn’t want to discuss anything with them.

Your phone number was changed, and you had moved out of Kaminari’s place within twenty hours. You hadn’t opened any sort of social media in weeks because you had started to get DM’s from your friends— if they even wanted to consider you their friend after that.

Yes, your guilt had quickly consumed you after that night, but the truth of the matter was that you were, in fact, happier. Your role as a sidekick to Miruko kept you busy (she was aiming to climb the charts again) and you, finally a Pro Hero, were now inducted into the chart. You needed to perform well to keep Miruko happy.

Todoroki’s name on your wrist was no longer covered; it was visible by anyone and everyone who dared to look.

“Todoroki Shouto?!” the man in front of you exclaimed as he held your wrist gently in his hand. “Isn’t that the Pro-Hero Shouto, son of the number one hero?!”

You nod your head with a smile. It was the downside of being soulmates with someone as big of an influence in Japan as the Todoroki’s. “It is,” you say as you pull your arm back. “Is that a problem?” You ask, your head tilting to the side.

You were on one of the many dates you’d had since that night two months ago.

Each one started or ended sort of like this.

You were happy, yet no one else would let you forget about your cosmic mistake.

“Don’t you know Shouto?” he asks with a confused look. “Didn’t you two go to U.A. together? I remember watching the two of you compete at the Sports Festival!”

“As much as I would love to discuss Todoroki, I am trying to learn about you tonight,” you say as coolly as you can.

It was nearing Christmas Eve.

It was a holiday for lovers. A day that held the record for the most black ink tattoos turning gold in Japan. You just didn’t want to spend it alone, especially seeing that you would most likely not be celebrating it with your old classmates.

“Yeah, but the thing is I’m friends with Shouto! I can’t be here romancing his soulmate!” He exclaims whipping out his phone, and immediately you’re on guard.

“What are you doing?” You ask trying to peer at his phone screen.

“Just texting my friend,” he laughs as he pockets his phone, “but I mean, what did he do to deserve the silent treatment? I know there are fangirls out there who would die to have his name on their wrists! Did you know that some girl actually got his name tattooed on her wrist over her soulmates?!”

Your eyebrows scrunch and you felt uneasy, but you let it go, deciding to continue the conversation instead. “You’re not able to put ink over soulmate tattoos.”

“It was part of her quirk or something like that!” He laughed merrily. “But what made you run away from him? Is it because he’s the worst at keeping conversations going?”

“I don’t really want to talk about Todoroki,” you admit as the waiter set your plates in front of you.

You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to be associated with anyone that would remind you of Todoroki. You could handle your dates being in awe over your soulmate, but them knowing him on a personal level? That was too much.

“Oh, okay sure!” he nods as he grabs his chopsticks. “I have no filter, sorry!”

Your smile is strained, but the dinner goes on smoothly.

The conversation between the two of you flows as smooth as it can. You’re apprehensive about getting too personal with him and he asks anything on his mind. Besides knowing about his connection to Todoroki, it wasn’t a bad date. But it was not likely that you would go out with him again in the foreseeable future.

“So you’re a sidekick over at Miruko’s agency?” He asks.

The plates that had held your food have been eaten to completion. The waiter returning to grab the dirty dishes as he leaned towards you. Your fingers grasped onto your glass of water as you drink it slowly. Your head nodding as you place the cup down.

“Yeah, I started off as an intern my first year at U.A., and I think it’s safe to say we clicked.” You explain brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s really great getting to work with her, I love Rumi.”

“Oh, I bet! Miruko scares me though! But again, I nearly crapped myself the first time I met Endeavor.” He laughed good-naturedly and you smiled in amusement. Being a side-kick at Endeavors agency was a testament to his strength as a hero. Getting in and staying there was no joke. “Plus with that ugly-- oh, hey! Over here!” He exclaimed with a large grin, his arm-waving to someone behind you.

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion but the warmth of your tattoo grew as you felt someone standing by you.

“Shouto,” He says standing up and bowing to the man behind you. You stay in your seat, frozen stiff while burning holes into your dates head. “I’m so glad you came!”

“You invited a stranger on our date?” You snap as you stand up, immediately grabbing your purse and jacket that hung on the chair. “Thanks for a good evening but I have to go now.” You say ignoring his protests.

Your fingers grabbed a few yen you had and threw it on the table.

Making sure to turn out towards the side that Todoroki was not on, you hurried out. Their calls for you to come back falling deaf on your ears.

Your name being called did not stop you, nor did the looks being thrown your way. Weaving through people, you finally made it outdoors.

It was empty outside. No cars were driving by; no people walking either. It was empty with only the slowly falling snow to keep you company. Your jacket was hastily pulled on and the cold air stung at your cheeks as you continued walking. You needed to get away, yet you have no idea where you are right now.

“Y/n!” A voice called out for you.

It was him.

Your step doubled in speed, not quite running because of your low traction shoes. But the air stung more against your cheeks, and your nose turned red as you continued hustling.

“Y/n, wait!”

You didn’t want to wait. It had been months of you waiting, and now he wanted to make amends?! Now he wanted you to wait?

No.

Fuck that.

But then you heard the all too familiar sound of his quirk being used, and your feet were frozen in place.

Your eyes widen as you nearly fall over, your balance uneven.

“Fucking let me go!” You yell as you power your quirk through your legs, snapping yourself free from his trap, but it’s too late.

He holds your wrist before you can get away, pulling you towards him, and still, you don’t look at him.

Todoroki’s hand burns through your jacket and warms up your body and you hate that it makes you dizzy. You detest how unnaturally your body wants him near. How your heart yearned for him to win you over, but your brain screamed louder. Your brain demands you to move, and you comply.

“Let go of me.” You growl lowly, as you pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Please hear me out.” Todoroki pleads, once again holding onto you, but this time it’s by your jacket.

You despise the cold but it makes you unhappy being trapped by Todoroki. It makes you unhappy feeling like you will forgive someone when they don’t deserve it. So defiantly you slip out from the jacket.

The bitter and sharp air stab into your skin as you continue storming away, his shouts falling deaf on your ears. You didn’t want this, you didn’t need this. You were perfectly okay without him in your life, and now he was doing what? Trying to get you back into his life?

Was he going to ask you for permission to marry Momo?

Demand that you continue being unhappy for his sake?

That wasn’t going to happen, you wouldn’t let him use you like that.

Hot and angry tears freeze on your cheeks as you sniffle from the cold.

Footsteps hit the ground and your eyes widen as Todoroki is suddenly in front of you. His chest heaving, his eyes angry and sad.

“Put on your fucking jacket, idiot.” He speaks as he puts the warm fabric back around you.

“I don’t want it.” You sneer throwing the jacket onto the floor. Your eyes glaring daggers into him as smokey breaths expel from your mouth. “What do you want?! What is so damn important to you that you’re chasing after a girl you don’t fucking want?!”

“You’re my soulmate,” Todoroki flatly states, bending down to grab your jacket. He misses the way you roll your eyes and the temptation you have to kick him square in the dick and run away.

“I’m not your soulmate.” You say, your eyes locked on his as he stands back up. “You made that perfectly clear the first night. Say what you need to say and leave me alone.”

He stares at you at a loss of words.

It’s so cold, and you want nothing more than to leave him standing outside in the cold. You want to take your jacket from his hands. The jacket is warm because he’s using his quirk, and yet you want to yell at him to stop it. Why is he doing this? What is his purpose in standing here in front of you?

“What is it!” You scream but it’s broken. It sounds like a pathetic plead as your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m…” Todoroki looks at you with panicked eyes. He doesn’t know what he needs to say, and it makes your throat tight. “I’m sorry…” He mumbles, his eyes falling from your face down to the jacket in his hands.

“You’re… you’re sorry?!” You repeat, your voice pitching as you stumble backward. Your face is twisted with anger and defeat. “Why the hell are you sorry?”

Todoroki looks back at you, his jaw dropping to respond back to you, but you don’t want to hear his reasoning. You don’t want to know what dared him to feel sorry.

“Shut up.” You whisper, making Todoroki stop in his tracks.

“What--?”

“You didn’t want me. You were the one who told me that you wouldn’t break your promise with Momo! You were in love with someone that isn’t yours and you decided that no matter who your soulmate was, she was the one. You rejected me! I wasn’t the one who fucking rejected you! A-And now what?! You’re goddamn sorry?!” Your voice is shrill. This is a never-ending fight, a looping argument that will never find its peace. “I deserve someone who fucking wants me for me! You didn’t want me until my name was slapped over your wrist, and even with that, you didn’t want me! So why on fucking god would I want your apology?!”

Your chest heaves and all Todoroki can do is stare at you, his eyes wide, his mouth locked together.

“I wasn’t lying, nor was I being petty when I said I wanted you to drown in your guilt and your thoughts. I want you to never be able to look at me again because you broke me in seconds.” Your finger jabbed against his chest as you took your jacket and pulled it around your steaming body. “But I also wasn’t lying when I said I wished you and Momo happiness and love, so I hope whenever you marry her… whenever you’re years down the road and you have your own family and are happy... I want you to see my face. I want you to remember that it was my unhappiness, my sacrifice, that gave you that.”

Your eyes held no tears as you turned away, the cold wind futile as you walked away.

“You rejected me on my birthday, and now this is me rejecting you.” You mutter just loud enough for him to barely hear you.

The snow falling onto your head a joke. It was a mockery of the beauty and innocence of yourself.

But you felt better, you were getting better, and now you were going to move on.

You were improving, even if it was ever so slightly.

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Ten Months Ago

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Shouto’s eyes stared at your name inked into his skin.

The black ink mocking him of what had transpired that night. It wasn’t that he was unhappy with your name being there. Had it not been for Momo he would have thanked the world for giving him someone he already trusted. But that was not the case right now.

Momo had been there for him for years. A force that reminded him that someone cared for him. She was a great friend, and it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.

Shouto had been there the night of her eighteenth birthday, the white light consuming her as Shouto realized that they weren’t meant for each other. He hadn’t been sad, and in fact, he had been happy for his friend as she exclaimed she knew who was on her wrist.

Shouto listened as she pulled out her phone, immediately calling the name of the person who was meant to be hers. It was exciting, and Shouto remembers laying on her mattress looking up at the ceiling in happiness for her. That is until her voice cracked.

Momo pulled the phone away, dropping it to her lap as she smiled.

Her soulmate was leaving the country.

They weren’t coming back to Japan ever.

Momo sniffs as she brushed away a tear. “What’s a girl to do about it,” she whispers.

“I’ll be your soulmate then,” Shouto said without thinking, as he normally does.

“Wha--”

“I’ll do it.” He insists as he sits up. “Being rejected isn’t something anyone should go through, especially if it’s just about distance. I know you don’t believe me, but if by the time it’s my birthday and I don’t have a soulmate I’ll pretend to be yours.”

“Todoroki-san, I can’t ask that of you!” Momo says shaking her head. “That would be unfair to when you have your own soulmate!”

“I want to help you out,” Shouto insists. “I won’t force you of course, but if you show up tomorrow with the ink-covered up, I’m all for it.”

It was then that Momo’s face flushed red, and her head turned away.

Shouto watched as the following day she appeared with her wrist blank, and his heart pounded at the thought of just what they were hoping to pull off.

But as all things go, a fake romance and a tight companionship turned into a real one, and Shouto found himself falling for the girl who couldn’t be his. Her persona became his drug and like a madman, he craved her, and the thing was she did too.

His birthday came around and he had no soulmate, so they went public.

Shouto was allowed to love the heiress out in the open, his own future soulmate wasn’t a thought on his mind.

That was until that March night.

He had been close friends with you since the end of the first trimester of the first year at school. Having Hero Work so frequently together only strengthened his friendship with you, and when he saw his name appear on his wrist, the reality of his lie came at full force.

Shouto should have known, he’d never been lucky in life. His soulmate both knew of his lie and was someone important in his life. Shouto didn’t know how to respond as you stood before him in complete euphoria. There was a serene look on your face as you seemed ready to give him anything.

But he panicked.

His feelings -- his love -- for Momo were too strong, and he had long ago said fuck what the universe wanted. So, like a fool, he denied you. Rejected a soulmate as Momo’s had done to her. But you were relentless, albeit correctly so at that, and burned away all the reasonings he had for this predicament. Your eyes inflamed, your energy wild, and Shouto made the mistake of lashing out as well. Submitting to his own emotions and saying things he regrets.

So currently, Shouto found himself in Momo’s room as routine. Sitting on her chair, he was silent as his girlfriend chatted about her dream. She then went on about how hopeful she was that you would have your soulmate’s name on your wrist. Shouto wasn’t listening though, his eyes locked on your name, the most twisted reality was coming to life and he didn’t know how to stop it.

“Okay, but my foundation is almost out so we need to go buy some later,” Momo announced as she walked over to him, the permanent marker in her fingers. “I know we tested out the new pen last time, did it work…” Her voice trailed off and Shouto looked up at her.

She had seen it.

“Oh, my god!” Momo panics as she drops the pen. “W-What are we going to do?!”

Shouto looks up at Momo, his face as confused as hers, “I… I don’t know?”

“Where you still with her when she found out?”

Shouto groaned as he put his face in his hands and dropped his head.

“Shouto…”

Shouto looked up at her, his face full of guilt and told Momo exactly what had transpired. Her face only grew in anxiety and a look of guilt exploded within her eyes.

“I can’t believe you told y/n that!” Momo cried as she shook her head. “You probably destroyed her! She’s your soulmate, Shouto! I would have understood!”

“But I promised you that I would be yours.” Shouto whispers. His head feels like it’s ready to explode. He wants to be with Momo but everything within him yearns for you.

Duty versus love.

Which was more important to Shouto had never been touched before, and now it was making his head split.

“I want to try with her, but I don’t want to just leave you… and the class thinks we’re soulmates!” Shouto groans even more as his fingers clutch at his hair. “We fucked up.”

“We can figure things out later?” Momo suggests with a confused face. “We need to discuss this more before we make a final decision.”

Shouto found himself unable to keep his eyes off of you from that moment on.

Your wrist was clear of his name, and he watched as other boys in the class continue to flirt with you. Shouto noticed every fake smile, every moment where you weren’t being truthful about your feelings, and it made him feel like throwing up.

You were everywhere all at once, and Shouto could only watch.

It didn’t help that you absolutely hated his guts now. Every single private interaction had you fifty steps ahead of him. Your steps light as a feather yet felt like an earthquake as you denied him the chance at looking at you.

Shouto found himself in Momo’s room with his decision one morning. The morning that ended with you telling him to forget all about you.

“I want y/n,” Shouto whispered to Momo. “I know I said I was going to stay with you, but… I can’t do this to her anymore. I thought I was sure about you but is missing your soulmate this hard?”

Momo was silent as she rubbed his back, her fingers stiff and foreign. Since your birthday they hadn’t been able to be comfortable around each other anymore.

“Well,” Momo whispers with her lips pursed. “I had you to distract me, it made it so much… more bearable. It wasn’t that I didn’t want them any less, but you have me enough love and attention it wasn’t always in my thoughts.”

That sent a painful twang to his heart as Shouto groaned, yet another heated line to your argument was true. He had fucked you over and now you didn’t want a single thing to do with him. “I fucked up.” He rustles.

“We both did, I owe y/n the biggest apology, I just hope she’ll forgive us,” Momo mumbles. “And I know that the situation is awful timing, but my soulmate reached out to me last night, and well… they’re coming back.”

Despite the bittersweet feeling of that revelation, Shouto smiled for his friend as he pulled her into a hug.

“I’m happy for you,” Shouto says. “I hope that you’ll be happy.”

Momo sobs and Shouto pulls away to see the heiress rubbing tears away as she shakes her head.

“I should have just dealt with it! I wouldn’t have put you into this situation and you would have been happy! It was just six m-months! I could have dealt with six m-months of h-heartbreak!” She guilty cried into her hands.

“I was the one who did the most damage,” Shouto disagrees as he rubs her back softly. “At the end of the day, it was me.”

It was hard for him to admit it but as he said those words Shouto felt the need to prove to you that he was your soulmate. A soulmate you could love.

He was going to win you back, no matter how long it took.

The next day was their graduation, and for the first time ever both Shouto and Momo wore their true soulmates names on their wrist. It just so happened that no one noticed, and before Shouto could confront you, you were gone.

His school uniform, a proud symbol of where he was from and of his journey, wilted. The second button on his jacket broken and in his hand. It was to be a gesture to you, the sign that you held his heart, but you were gone. The worst part was that he had no idea where to begin looking for you.

It seemed that the universe was not in his favor either.

You had blocked his number, no longer lived at home, and Miruko was no longer working in collusion with Endeavor.

He wasn’t sure where you were and no one would give him any hints. The birthday celebrations for his old friends were always attended by everyone, but you. The one he missed you showed up to. It was a constant reminder of his tragedy, and it was the same for Momo.

You wouldn’t let him get near and the first time he saw you, it was in a situation he didn’t want, and yet couldn’t blame you for.

Shouto was running late to Kirishima’s party. He had accidentally fallen asleep at his desk at work and woke up to it being nearly midnight. Cursing he changed quickly and rushed to where Momo was hosting the party. Tonight was the night where he was going to get you to talk to him. He was going to confront his mistakes, and for him to apologize for being one of the biggest douches on the planet.

When the taxi pulled outside of the house Shouto clutched his present close to him. His anxiety high, his heart pounding at the thought of finally being able to see you.

But the first thing he saw were two figures kissing sensually on the doorsteps. He didn’t need to wonder who it was, he could point you out in a crowd of imposters.

Shouto watched in silent jealousy and horror as you pulled away, and your face shines with joy.

You were happy.

Shouto watches with swinging emotions as he can’t figure out whether to be happy, mad, jealous, or sad. Did he have a right to any of these emotions? God, he knew he didn’t but they were stirring within him.

Paralyzed and overwhelmed, Shouto continues staring at you, unable to figure out why the fuck Kaminari is touching you like that. Your head leaning against his shoulder as your fingers play with his hands.

It takes everything within him not to freeze the world into the next Ice Age, but the feeling disappears when Kaminari glows a bright white.

Shouto can’t help the small victory that erupts in his chest as he begins to walk over, his mind on a single track of getting you back. You and Kaminari seem immersed in a conversation so that you both don’t notice Shouto.

He stood there, hearing from you about how you had been hiding your soulmate, and Kaminari talking about staying with you. It angered him, this shouldn’t have been a thing to happen to begin with!

So when his name was finally spoken, and you told Kaminari to shut up, did Shouto finally speak up. But it wasn’t the conversation or tone Shouto wished for. He was angry still, emotionally stunted as he couldn’t keep quiet. Your comments about this being a mistake piled up onto his emotional horror. His anger palpitating as he wanted to say what he had been rehearsing, but it wasn’t coming out.

Blame and anger were what was expressed instead. Hurtful things pouring from each other’s mouths and accusations of not waiting.

You had been angry about something that had happened seven months ago. Shouto thought it was about you hiding away from him, not an engagement ring that sat on Momo’s finger. But when that was revealed to him it was too late to apologize. The deception Momo and he had pulled months earlier was revealed as you left with the last laugh.

Nothing had been accomplished, and Shouto felt like the world was crashing around him once more. He kept fucking up… why was he so bad at this?

Shouto wanted you, he needed you; still, whenever he confronted you it seemed to end in a battle.

Even tonight as he stood under the falling snow watching your figure storm away he paused. He wanted to make things work, but you weren’t bending to his pleas.

He shivered due to the cold, his eyes looking at your name printed on his wrist. Shouto couldn’t blame you for behaving the way you were, and with one final resolve he took after you in the snowy environment.

Even if you didn’t want him back, even if you truly rejected him, he was going to make you listen to his apology.

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You climbed the staircase into your apartment, the sounds of your shoes echoing through the hallways were loud in your ear.

Why was it that you couldn’t get away from him? Why were you never able to be free of your goddamn soulmate? You didn’t want him and he didn’t want you so why did it matter?

You pushed through the third-floor door and your ears caught onto the main floor door slamming open. Someone was in a rush, you thought as you walked down the halls pulling out your keys and entering your apartment.

It was a hot tea and bath night. You wanted to rub his touch off your body.

Fuck the universe and everything it claimed, you weren’t happy with who they had chosen for you. What made them so sure you and Todoroki of all people were destined lovers?

What made him perfect for you?

You slipped your key into the lock and stepped in. The door clicked behind you as you take off your shoes, saying hello to an empty apartment that was still littered with your moving boxes. You didn’t even have that many belongings, but you had been too busy to start unpacking, too unmotivated to begin.

The apartment was warm and you slipped your jacket from your shoulders and hung it on a hook. Ready to end your night with a cup of tea and a nice soak in the bath, you turned on your heel.

But you stopped.

A frantic knock echoed through your hallway, your front door physically moving from the pounding.

Your eyebrows knit as you walk over to the door, your guard up as you open the door.

It’s Todoroki, his eyes widen as you open the door, and his hand flying out as you try slamming the door in his face.

“Please hear me out!”

“I don’t have to give you shit!”

“Y/n--!”

“Stop! I don’t fucking want to hear it!”

“I want to say sorry!”

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

“I know you don’t, but -- fuck -- y/n, please!”

You hate that the desperation, pain, and sincere guilt in his voice makes your constitution crumble.

Sighing, you open the door, and Todoroki pulls his hand away. It’s slightly bleeding and most likely bruised from having been trapped by the door.

“You have ten minutes to explain yourself, and after that, you will respect what I want to do concerning you.”

Todoroki walks into your apartment, and you watch as he walks to your living room. You follow behind and sit down on the chair furthest away from him.

“You have eight minutes.” You say as you sit down, your legs pulled up on the chair, your chin sitting on your knees.

Todoroki nodded, his fingers clenching with his nerves as he began.

You listened to every word, every excuse, and every reason for what happened.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as his apology became a speech. His apology was a story that you knew was coming.

Months of wondering what made him choose Momo unraveling before you as he apologized. His fingers locked into his pant legs as you stared at him.

“I know I fucked up. I fucked up more than anyone really could, and I don’t know how to fix it.” Shouto dragged his fingers through his hair, a clear indication of his frustrations. “I know that my apology can be seen as something you can see as being pure guilt, but I want to go back. I want to go back to that night and yell at myself for being an idiot. I shouldn’t have rejected you, and I should have done more to get you back but I didn’t. I just can’t stop thinking about you, and I want you, but I know it isn’t right of me to demand such things.”

Your eyes fall away from his face as you try to figure out your own thoughts.

What should you do? What can you do?

You were becoming happy without him, why did you need him now?

“What are you expecting from this?” You whisper staring at him. Shouto’s eyes widen, he wasn’t expecting that question, and eight minutes had been up ages ago. “What do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t expect anything,” Shouto confesses, his eyes looking at the floor. “I apologized for myself, as you said. I’m not expecting you to forgive me or give me a chance at winning you over again. I know I messed up a lot, and if you don’t want me that’s okay.”

You fall silent, your mind roaring as you try to figure out what to do.

What should you do?

“I can forgive you,” you said with a soft sigh. “I can forgive you, but I won’t be your girlfriend, nor will I be romantically involved with you.”

Shouto’s face falls as he takes in your words.

“Y/n--”

“Let me finish,” you interrupt as you raise your hand. “If you want my name to turn to gold, and if you want my genuine love, you have to work for it. Just because the universe chose you for me, doesn’t mean I agree. Make me agree with the universe. Fight for me, woo me, make me want you in return. I’m willing to love you for the rest of my life, but you need to give me a reason to want you.”

Shouto’s eyes warmed as he nodded, a smile falling on his face as he nodded.

“I can do that.”

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Bonus!

Your arms wrapped around Shouto’s neck as you grinned.

Your mouth pressed kiss after kiss after kiss on his mouth.

“You’re. An. Idiot.” Shouto laughs between every kiss, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs as he had you lifted up on his waist.

It was a year later, and the mess that had come about for the two of you had finally dissolved. The two of you were in love, and yet those words had yet to be told between the two of you,

You hadn’t said it because you still weren’t sure. Shouto refused to before you because he was scared of how you’d respond.

Your mouth moved fluidly against his as he hummed in appreciation.

“I love you,” He whispers as your lips pressed against his jaw.

You freeze as you feel Shouto still underneath you. You pull away as your heart pounds in your chest. It's silent as neither one of you speak. Eyes lock on each other and your smile grows as you press a kiss against his mouth again.

“I love you, too,” you whisper as he drops you to the floor. His hands cup your face and it brings you elation as his mouth pressed against yours.

Neither one of you sees it at the moment, but as his sleeve falls from his wrist and your wrist is exposed as you clutch his shirt, gold ink stains both your wrists.

True love after the pain is possible, sometimes it takes a bit of personal improvement to get there.

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icefire149 · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!!!

I wanted to write a little something and this ended up spiraling into something longer than I planned. (2,231 words) (Also please forgive me for any spelling errors. It’s after 3am) Enjoy!~

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For Dean, the weeks and months following Chuck’s defeat went by in a dizzying, unrecognizable blur. Despite Sam and Eileen’s best efforts to take care of Dean, he spent the majority of his time buried deep in the bunker’s archive. A lot of the time Jack is with him.

There was an ache in his chest that feared what stupid things he might have done by now if the kid wasn’t right there. Helping him. Talking to him. Actually getting to bond with him without Chuck’s interference. It was the one good thing in this fucked up situation right now.

So far their search for anything about the Empty was a disaster. There was virtually nothing. More and more often Jack would apologize. With his new position as God, yes, he could make a doorway into the Empty. That much they did know for a fact. But could he put them to sleep? Could he kill them? What would be the consequences of that?

The only other thing that they knew for certain was that the Empty could claw their way into Heaven and tear it all down. That was the only thing that was keeping Jack from snapping his fingers and restoring Cas right then and there.

It was tearing them both apart, but regardless, they continued their search.

Today, Dean opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. It was his birthday. Most years he spent it like any other normal day, but this one….after the Mrs. Butters incident…Sam and him had decided they should be throwing real celebrations. It was one thing when they were living out of motel rooms and the impala. It was completely understandable. But now they have a permanent home. So why not?

He knew now why not…..there was no point in celebrating a man that’s only half here.

Dean closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep the day away. He didn’t realize that he had fallen back asleep until he was startled awake by a pounding on his bedroom door. He shot up to a sitting position in bed, chest pounding and eyes wide with fear. It was a moment before he realized that he was in his room and not….

“Hey Dean? You up yet?”

His heart rate was still slowing, but he recognized the voice. Sam.

“I’m awake now. What’d you want?”

“Lunch is ready. I figured you’d wanna eat by now.”

“Fine. Be up soon.”

When Dean was dressed and ready as he would ever be, he opened his bedroom door. He stood there blinking in confusion for several moments. There were balloons tied to the doors of every room down the hallway.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he followed the balloons into the kitchen where the party decorations looked like they threw up. There was a happy birthday banner over the kitchen doorway and balloons….so many goddamn balloons everywhere.

“Surprise!” Jack popped up out of his chair and crossed the kitchen to hug him. “Sam let me decorate for your birthday. He told me I had to contain it to one room though.”

Jack took a step back with a look of concern. “Is that okay?”

“What about the hallway?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. “A hallway by definition isn’t a room.”

That set Dean off in a fit of belly deep laughter. He slapped a reassuring hand onto Jack’s shoulder. “You did awesome kid.”

Jack’s mouth pulled into a beaming smile. He went back to where he was sitting, and Sam came into the kitchen.

“Good. I didn’t think you were ever getting up.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good to see your face too, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes and started pulling plates out. Dean went and sat by Jack.

“So what’s for lunch? I’m not seeing anything.”

Sam brought the plates over. “Well, you slept through the pancakes Jack helped me make this morning. Eileen should be here any minute with lunch.”

Dean shot Jack a look. “Sorry kid.”

“It’s okay. They were really good.”

“What’s Eileen bringing?” Dean turned his attention to Sam, but before he could answer Eileen came walking through the door.

“I hope everyone’s hungry.” She placed a stack of three white boxes on the table.

The familiar bakery smell hit him instantly. He pointed at the boxes. “Is that?”

Eileen grinned and crossed her arms. “Sam told me you liked pie.”

“Thank you, you majestic, wonderful being.” He turned his gaze to Sam. “You better marry her.”

That got Eileen laughing while Sam ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

Dean grinned and made eye contact with Eileen. “I’m so sorry, I know you can do so much better than Sam too.”

She laughed again, and then her mouth curled into a teasing smile. “I know, Dean. I know.”

“OKAY.” Sam clapped his hands together. “Can we move on from the embarrassing Sam portion of today?”

They eventually did. For a long time the three of them sat in the kitchen laughing, telling stories, and eating way too much pie. At one point Sam handed a big gift bag to Dean.

“It’s…from Jack and I.” Sam sounded unsure.

“I hope you like it,” Jack added.

Dean opened it to find several wrapped in tissue paper objects. Soon enough he found out that they were all various framed pictures. Silently, he spread them all out over the table so he could stare at them all.

There were pictures going back a decade. Easily. There were so many smiles and glares and candid shots. Fuck they were all so young looking.

Charlie in her Queen of Moondoor costume. Mom with a bowl of popcorn. Kevin and Sam asleep surrounded by piles of books. Claire on her 18th birthday with the ugly stuffed cat doll. Rowena moments before she hexed the camera. Jack looking amazed at the giant multi-scoop ice cream cone Dean bought him against Sam’s wishes. Kevin and Linda at Garth’s safe-houseboat. Dean, Sam, and Bobby at one of the cabins fishing. The hectic attempt at a family photo from Jody’s. Garth and his family. And Cas…..there were so many just of Cas or ones with him present or ones of just the two of them.

Sam coughed awkwardly. “I know you’ve been saying for a couple years now that you wanted to start printing some of the pictures we’ve been dumping onto one of the old laptops. So I thought….”

“Thank you, Sammy.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pictures. Especially the candid he’d never seen before. It was of him and Cas leaning against the side of the impala, completely lost in their own bubble of conversation. Dean felt like there was a cinder block dropped into his stomach. “You did good.”

And he meant it. Still, it hurt to remember everyone he lost.

“Oh, I think you missed one,” Jack said poking at the bag.

He was right, Dean realized when he reached a hand in and pulled out a smaller wrapped frame.

Sam laughed. “I forgot about that one.”

Dean opened it and burst into uncontrollable laughter. It was a picture from his mark of cain days of him and Crowley in matching cowboy hats. As much as he didn’t want to remember those days, he still couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture. “I miss that dumb son of a bitch.”

“Hey!” Sam chimed in. “That’s insulting to Rowena.”

That had Dean laughing again. “Well, she can take a number kicking my ass. You know the moment Cas sees this he’s gonna use it and me as his personal dartboard.”

The words slipped out before he could even process it. Sam’s smile faded. Dean’s laughter turned into crying. No one said anything while Dean fought to compose himself. He was grateful for that.

When Dean’s face was dry and he dared lift his head up, Jack asked him about the people in the photos. And that’s how they spent the rest of the afternoon. It was hard to imagine his life without Jack being present somewhere so he was happy to indulge the technically toddler in what the people in the pictures were like. All the stories Dean could pull from his memory. It hurt initially, but after a while he felt lighter.

Later that day Dean was taking a break in his room when Sam peeked in the ajar door. “What’d you need, Sam?”

“I-uh…” He stepped into the room. A neatly wrapped in green box with a card on top was in his hands. “I have one last thing to give you.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but isn’t another present going overboard? What gives?”

“It’s not from me.”

“Oh. Hand it here then.” Excited, Dean sat on the edge of his bed and held his hands out.

Sam stepped forward, but he didn’t hand the box over. “It’s from Cas.”

Dean’s hands fell down, and Sam was happy he waited. “What’s in the box?”

Sam placed it on the bed next to Dean. He shrugged. “I don’t know. He asked me quite a while ago to hang onto it.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I figure he thought you’d be least likely to find it if it was in my room.”

Dean cracked a small smile at that. His chest felt like it split open just to ache again. He knew why Cas asked Sam to hold onto it. “Thanks Sammy.”

Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. It took a while before Dean could muster up the courage to open the card.

His hands shook as he pulled the folded over pieces of paper out of the envelope. Turns out instead of a generic store bought card, Cas wrote him a letter. It was a bittersweet sight. Despite how devastated he normally felt whenever he thought about Cas, he was good seeing his handwriting. In his hands was actually a new message from Cas. A message from Cas to him!

Happy Birthday Dean,

If you’re reading this then that means I failed. I wanted to burn this letter to ashes, but clearly I’m not there to do that. I’m so sorry, truly. I’m not sure what could have happened to bring us here, but I need to confess something important. I know you said no more deals when Jack died, but I still made a deal with the Empty anyways.

When I went to Heaven to bring Jack’s soul back to his body things didn’t go as planned. The Empty was furious Jack’s human half sent him to Heaven. It tore through Heaven like it was tissue paper. I did what I had to for Jack, and for Heaven. My life for his.

I don’t regret it. But the Empty did promise not to claim me until I gave myself permission to be truly happy. I’m still trying to puzzle out exactly what that could be. My family on Earth: Sam, Jack, and you - make me happy each and every day. I need you to remember that.

Please be safe and live a happy life. You are so loved by your friends and family. They need you for the next several decades. I mean it Dean. (I may have been curing you of liver and heart disease every year on your birthday. Well fixing to the best of my abilities the damage you keep causing on those poor organs.)

I hope you enjoy the present I picked out. Quite honestly, I got it because it made me laugh.

I miss you.

Castiel

Dean felt like a tangled mess of emotions. He needed to remember to breathe. Minutes later he carefully tore open the green wrapping paper. Curiosity poked at him. With Cas’ odd sense of humor, it could have been anything in the box.

Under the wrapping paper was a generic cardboard box, but inside were a handful of new cassette tapes. Dean fell over to be laying on his side. Laughing happily for quite a while, he studied each and every tape. They were all cassettes of modern music, specifically the pop artists Cas loved so much. The ones Dean used to tease Cas about while they’d be out on long drives.

He immediately knew which memory Cas was thinking of when he planned this. Dean remembered they were in the impala and Cas wasn’t in the mood for any of Dean’s old tapes. He teased that anything that came out after cassette tapes wasn’t real music. And only real music got to play in the impala.

Closing his eyes, Dean could picture the smug look Cas would be wearing right now. Tears started bubbling free from his eyelids. God he missed Cas with every ounce of his being.

A while later Dean got up and left his room, taking the tapes with him. He went for a long drive circling the neighboring towns while he worked through several of the tapes. If he relaxed enough, he could almost imagine Cas sitting in the front seat next to him, mumbling along to the lyrics of the songs he liked most.

Dean vowed that this time next year things would be different. He was owed a birthday wish and this was it: next year he’d be somewhere warm with his toes buried in the sand, and he’d have Sam, Eileen, Jack, and Cas with him.

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woodstockbtswriter · 4 years ago

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Surprise

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 2.14K

Summary: When your best friend Taehyung invites you to celebrate your birthday with him, you’re not sure what to expect.

Author’s Note: This story is based on a dream I had, and once again, I couldn’t keep things under 1K words. 😄 Please enjoy! 💕

Requested by @yvemoon

Surprise

When your best friend Taehyung invited you to celebrate your birthday with him, you didn’t know what to expect. It’s a surprise, he said, when you asked him what he had in mind.

Then when he told you to dress up in your fanciest clothes and that he’d send a private car to pick you up, you were even less sure.

You were no stranger to Taehyung making grandiose gestures. It was not unusual for him to pull out all the stops to spoil you, but whatever he had planned for this night seemed particularly… romantic. Almost like he had planned an actual date, not just a friendly outing.

To your surprise, you took no objection to the idea. In fact, you were intrigued. You’d recently started wondering if there was something more than friendship between you and Taehyung, and as the luxury town car wove through the congested streets of downtown Seoul, your excitement grew as you considered the possibility that you might find some answers tonight.

The driver finally stopped in front of one of the tallest buildings in the city, and you found Taehyung waiting for you there. He too was dressed to impress, looking devastatingly handsome in a suit that matched his unique style, and just the sight of him made your pulse quicken. He greeted you with his signature boxy smile, gushing over how beautiful you looked, and your suspicions - and hopes - about the evening increased exponentially.

Taehyung offered you his arm, escorting you inside, and you rode the elevator together to the very top floor, your anticipation rising the higher you were lifted. After stepping off the elevator, Taehyung led you up a set of stairs and out onto the roof… where you were met by a scene you did not expect.

You had thought it was just going to be the two of you tonight. You had expected a private evening, one where you could explore your feelings. But when you saw his six other members - along with all your closest friends and family - waiting for you… You were surprised, to say the least.

“Happy birthday!” Everyone yelled, catching sight of you, and you felt your cheeks flush.

You were happy to see everyone, and amazed how many people had come out to celebrate with you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bummed. Still, not wanting to seem ungrateful, you put on your best smile, and allowed Taehyung to pull you into the fray.

The party lasted late into the night, and by the time it was just you and the seven Bangtan boys left on the roof, you were exhausted. You had mingled like a pro, chatting, laughing, and dancing with everyone. The guys had even given an intimate performance of your favorite song, and despite your initial disappointment, you had a great time. But now you were glad it was just the eight of you, and you collapsed on a chair, kicking off your shoes. The guys did the same, moving their seats to form a circle.

“Let’s play a game!” Jungkook suggested eagerly, and the boys looked to you for permission.

“Sure,” You sighed, “Sounds good. As long as I don’t have to get out of this chair, I’ll play.”

Jungkook‘s nose scrunched as he smiled, his wheels already turning.

“We could play Mafia, or Telephone, or the game where we guess each other’s drawings,” He thought out loud, “Or I have this trivia game on my phone-”

“What about ‘Never Have I Ever’?” Namjoon offered, and Jungkook’s face lit up.

“Okay!” He agreed, and several of the other boys shrugged, but Taehyung shook his head.

“That’s a drinking game.” He spoke up, nodding in your direction. “The birthday girl doesn’t drink, remember?”

You sent him an appreciative look, and he gave you a soft smile in return.

“We don’t have to drink, we could just play…” Jungkook pouted.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Yoongi quipped, smirking.

“I could just drink soda, or water.” You tried, but Jin jumped up as you spoke.

“Oh! I know!” He said, hurrying to the food table and grabbing two trays of leftover hors d’oeuvres. “How about instead of drinking, we eat instead?”

Hoseok moaned.

“I’ve already had so much to eat, I’ll be sick if I have even one more bite!”

“Then this should be a pretty interesting game, yeah?” Jin teased, returning to the circle and sitting the food in the middle.

“Alright, alright,” Namjoon took charge, “If someone says something you’ve done, you have to take a bite, got it?”

Everyone nodded - though some more reluctantly than others.

“Then let’s play.” Namjoon continued, turning his gaze to you. “Birthday Girl, since it’s your party, how about you start us off?”

You smiled to yourself, and tried to decide if you wanted to take it easy on the guys… or not.

“Okay,” You grinned wider, “I’ve got one. Never have I ever… been an idol.”

All the boys groaned.

“That’s not fair!” Jimin argued.

“That’s how you want to play?” Yoongi scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

You picked up one of the platters, holding it out to them.

“Eat up, boys,” You chuckled, “I play to win.”

Several of them laughed, but Jungkook looked confused.

“But there are no winners in ‘Never Have I Ever’, it’s just for fun...”

“It’s her birthday,” Taehyung reminded Jungkook, taking a bite-size appetizer from the tray, “Let her think whatever she wants.”

Jungkook grumbled, but grabbed his penalty bite along with the others and they all popped the food into their mouths.

“Mmmkay,” Jungkook chewed, “Who’s next?”

You waved a hand at Taehyung seated to your left.

“We’ll just go around in a circle.”

Taehyung thought for a moment before speaking.

“Never have I ever… taken something from a store.” He grinned devilishly, looking directly at you.

“It was one time!” You cried, shoving his shoulder. “And it doesn’t count! I didn’t mean to and I took it back as soon as I realized I walked out with it.”

Taehyung smirked, and turned to his brothers.

“Judges?” He asked.

“Fair is fair.” Jimin beamed, holding a tray out to you.

“Fine.” You sulked, choosing an hors d’oeuvre and eating it in one bite. “Your turn, Jimin. But no more personal attacks, okay?”

Jimin nodded, giggling, and the game continued.

Play went around the circle a few times, and though the boys occasionally called each other out for things like falling on stage, wearing embarrassing outfits, mispronouncing English words, and losing things in foreign countries, they respectfully refrained from singling any one person out. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but stuffing yourselves with appetizers quickly started catching up with you.

“Seriously, you guys,” Hoseok clutched his stomach, “I am going to be sick if I eat anything else.”

“Same.” You whimpered, taking a sip of water to rinse out your mouth. “How about one more turn and we call it quits?”

“No arguments here.” Jin sighed, slumping in his seat.

“Okay then, Namjoon,” You turned to him, “You’re up. Make it a good one.”

Namjoon frowned thoughtfully, giving it careful consideration. His gaze flickered between you and Taehyung as he chewed his bottom lip. After a moment, a sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Never have I ever had romantic feelings for someone in this circle.”

Yoongi and Jin exchanged glances, their mouths falling open, and Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok giggled uncomfortably. Your eyes widened.

Did Namjoon know you’d been feeling things for Taehyung? Did all the boys know? Had you been that obvious?

You dared to look at Taehyung. His expression was unreadable, but there was a fire in his gaze as he stared back at you. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly reached for the food tray, and your heart leapt.

You reached out too, and your fingers brushed as you each grabbed an appetizer. The momentary contact sent a shockwave through you. Without looking at what you picked up, you placed it in your mouth and started chewing. Taehyung did the same.

“Alright, good game, everybody.” Hoseok cleared his throat, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from Taehyung. “But we should probably call it a night.”

You agreed, blushing as you swallowed hard. As you all stood, you thanked the boys for a memorable birthday and began saying your goodbyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” Namjoon whispered in your ear when you hugged him. Leaning out of the embrace, he tapped a finger under your chin. “I just thought it was about time you both admitted the truth.” He gave you a dimpled smile and you sighed, knowing you could never be mad at him.

Then six of the seven members headed towards the stairs, waving and calling out their last “good night”s and “happy birthday”s as they finally left, and you and Taehyung found yourselves alone on the now deafeningly quiet rooftop.

Looking anywhere but at Taehyung, you took a moment to appreciate the beauty and magic of the scene. Hundreds of little white lights were strung back and forth across the patio, and beyond them, the city skyline was breathtaking, a black canvas dotted with pinks, oranges, blues, and greens. The din of traffic from the streets stories below was almost inaudible, lost in the night breeze. Perched atop a highrise in the heart of Seoul, you felt like you were standing on a tranquil island amidst a sea of chaos. It was as though this place - this rooftop terrace - was its own world, far removed from the hectic metropolis that surrounded it.

In your own world. That was exactly where you had imagined you and Taehyung would be spending this evening when he invited you to celebrate your birthday with him.

And now, at last, here you were.

“Thank you, again.” You said, your eyes still downcast. “For everything, Tae. Tonight was perfect.”

“You’re very welcome.” He breathed, his baritone voice as low as you’d ever heard it. “I wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

You lifted your face, and though you’d been looking at Taehyung all night, you were unprepared for how unbelievably handsome he appeared in that moment. The soft party lights behind him gave him a faint golden glow, and the way his dark curls fell into his eyes made you feel some kind of way.

Taehyung slung his hands in his pockets, relaxing his stance.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” He said, inclining his chin. “But can I ask you something?”

You nodded, and he took a few steps in your direction.

“You meant me, right?” Taehyung asked, hovering before you, peering at you through his thick eyelashes.

“Meant you what?” You pulled in a breath. He was standing so close you could smell his cologne. It made your head swim.

“In the game,” Taehyung clarified, “I’m the one in the circle you have romantic feelings for, yeah?”

You searched his face. While he was exuding sultry confidence, there was an unmistakable vulnerability in his eyes. It always amazed you how he could be so precious and yet seem so dangerous at the same time.

“Yes.” You nodded again, and an exultant smile threatened to break across Taehyung’s face. “I hope you meant me, too.” You added, as an afterthought. “I mean, I know Jimin’s your soulmate…”

Taehyung broke into a laugh, his hands finding your waist. He pulled you to him, and your heart pounded against his chest.

“Come here, Birthday Girl.” He grinned, leaning in to capture your lips and steal your breath.

He kissed you slowly, passionately, his hands sliding up your neck to gently cup your face. You could feel your blood rushing through your veins as your fingers found their way to his hair, and you tangled them into his curls to pull him closer. Your mouths moved together as though it was second nature, as though this wasn’t the first time they’d met, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation. When Taehyung deepened the kiss, you eagerly yielded yourself up to him, and your tongues danced with perfect rhythm. The effect was dizzying.

But all too soon, Taehyung pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. Panting, he pressed his lips to your forehead, then rested his against the same spot.

“What a nice surprise.” You exhaled, your breath mixing with his.

Taehyung smirked.

“The party or the kiss?” He inquired, his voice husky.

“Both.” You replied, nuzzling your nose against his. “Thanks to you, this night has been full of surprises. I can’t imagine how you’ll ever top it.”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, lowering his head again, and your heart swelled as he placed another kiss on your smiling lips.

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