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mustyrosewater · 4 years ago

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te amo.

javier peña x reader

request by @hxdxs : hello! i was wondering if you could write smth where javier peña has a nightmare after him and the reader have a fight which results to them sleeping in separate rooms, she wakes up and comforts him no pressure (:

warnings : fighting, mentions of violence, possibly unhealthy relationship

word count : 3k+

you knew what you were walking into when you finally decided to commit to a relationship with javier peña, you knew to expect the disappearing for days at a time without being able to contact with him because he was undercover, you knew that he was walking into a brand new dangerous situation every single day.

but it didn't hurt any fucking less each time. at first, you'd tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't be upset, once again telling yourself that it was you who chose this life, getting angry and possibly overreacting would just be hypocritical of you, it would have made you weak. but as it began to happen again, and again the last straw had been him coming home at three in the morning, after having been away for a week longer than he'd told you the undercover operation was going to last for. you'd spent hours in your shared apartment, anxiously waiting for a the phone call from the dea or an agent knocking on your door only to tell you that he'd been killed. you'd spent the night sitting on the couch, clutching his shirt tightly just to smell whatever remnants of his cheap cologne that you hated with a passion was left over on them, suddenly missing it now more than ever. when he'd finally come back, you'd fallen asleep on the couch, still holding the shirt tight to your chest with dried tears still lingering on your cheeks. to say the least, waking up at three in the morning to the sound of somebody rustling around in the bathroom was enough to prompt you to slowly grab a knife from the kitchen drawer and slowly make your way to the bathroom. as if being on a streak of being an emotional wreck after what you believed to be the death of your boyfriend, now the universe was truly testing you by having somebody decide to rob you. seeing the streak of white light poking through the crack in the bathroom door, you approached slowly, feeling your heart beating so loudly that it was thundering in your own ears. finally swinging the door open, it hit the opposite wall with a harsh crash, only to be followed by you bursting in, knife in hand, cursing angrily in spanish. only to be greeted by a wide eyed javi looking at you as if you'd gone crazy. as your heart dropped and your eyes widened, you couldn't help letting out a cry of shock as you dropped the knife onto the tile floor with a sharp clang, unable to process the blade narrowly missing your foot. reaching to grip onto the door frame in order to balance yourself as you felt your legs begin to go numb, javi sprung forward, reaching out and placing his hands under your shoulders for support. as you finally got a closer look at him, you could see that his hair was messy as all hell, he definitely hadn't shaved for the past day or two and he absolutely stunk, and you once again found yourself wishing he'd actually been using that horrid cologne. in that moment however, as grateful as you were that he was alive and wasn't in fact lying dead in a ditch in escobars backyard, the relief had faded away as quickly as it had flooded in, only to no sooner be replaced with a fiery surge of anger. with no hesitation, you shoved him away from you, now able to stand up straight once more; looking up just in time to see his questioning look he posed your way. "what the fuck javi!" you hadn't meant for your voice to come out so hoarse, but the hours you'd spent audibly crying into his shirt had done a number on your throat, as well as the fact that you'd only woken up minutes ago. he opened his mouth to speak, but you only answered by holding up your finger and continuing to speak. "a week. i don't hear from you for a week! i manage to convince myself you've been shot, and then you just waltz in at three am in the fucking morning and make me think you're a robber!" you can't help but laugh in between sentences, but the laugh is still traced with venom, all too reflective of the angry streak of words flooding out of your mouth. "i mean- what if i'd stabbed you?!" you spoke, gesturing to the knife now by your feet. you didn't even want to picture yourself stabbing javi, especially not after he nearly gave you a stroke due to finding out that he was still very much alive. as you went to continue, it was now javi's turn to interrupt you, shaking his head as he placed his hands on his hips and stared back at you. you hadn't even stopped to think about how much of a crazy person you must have looked like in that moment, face puffy and red from crying, messy hair and pajama pants you'd been wearing for two days straight, all nicely topped off with a singlet shirt and robe he'd gotten you a few months back for your birthday. "what the fuck was i supposed to do? i told you i was undercover!" his voice sounded so tired, it was painfully obvious to you how drained he was; but in that moment, the high emotional intensity was blurring all reason within you. as you listened to him yell, you felt the lump in your throat forming; crossing your arms, you tried to keep yourself together. "you could have sent me some kind of message, somebody to tell me you'd be gone for another week!" the two of you were no longer yelling at one another, this was screaming at one another. in a brief passing moment you thought about what the neighbours must have thought of you two, but you also just couldn't find yourself to care. "you know i couldn't do that! i've told you several fucking times why i can't do that!" he turned away from you, taking a step back towards the basin. you could see his shoulders rising and falling with his deep breaths, watching as he reached up to run a hand through his messy hair. "fuck!" you jumped as the tense silence between you two was broken by javi cursing loudly and kicking the small plastic garbage can beside the basin, sending it crashing against the wall loudly. that was when your bottom lip began to wobble and your vision became foggy. you could only reach up a shaky hand to cover your mouth as javi panted, hunched over the basin he was now resting his hands on. "i thought you were dead javi.." in your effort to conceal that you were beginning to cry, you'd kept your voice quiet, yet i hadn't helped in the slightest; the wobble in your tone was too noticeable for anybody to be able to ignore, especially not javi; who turned to look at you, a few expression laced with regret having taken over his face. you didn't want to look at him for a moment longer, you couldn't even if you did. so you turned around and walked out from the doorway of the bathroom, only now beginning to audibly weep into your hand. you could head javi walking after you, only prompting you to walk to the spare room quicker. you just needed to be away from javi for awhile, even if you'd spent the past four weeks desperately wishing he was back. "wait, just please hang on a minu-" you can't hear the rest of javi's words before you've slammed the door in his face, turning the small lock over as quickly as your shaky hands allow you to. you turn around and put your back to the door, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel javi standing outside the door, you can hear his faint heavy breaths and the way he's softly cursing in spanish under his breath. its a few more moment before you can hear his footsteps slowly getting softer and you know he's walked in your bedroom when you can hear the door slam shut, making you jump softly again. thats the moment that you let yourself break down. your face scrunches up as you slide down the door until your sitting on the ground of the spare room, your knees up to your chest as you rest your palms on your forehead, trying your hardest not to make too much sound as you cry, feeling your shoulders shake as you do. memories of all the friends who'd advised you not to commit to a relationship with javi over wine came flooding in, remembering the uneasy looks on all their faces the first time you'd shown up to a friends wedding together. the times you'd stayed at their houses because you just couldn't handle the way he acted when a case had set him off; the amount of times you'd told them that you stayed because he needed you as much as you needed him; ignoring the way they shook their heads. it hurts so much when things get like this between you two, you don't often find yourself fighting, but this had so far been the worst of all; never had the two of you screamed at each other so loudly before. it takes about thirty minutes of you sitting on the ground to realize that you should probably move to the small single bed in the corner of the room. you had moved the small bed into what was essentially javi's office about a year ago, mainly done for the purpose of giving steve a place to sleep when him and javi were working non stop, it was your idea, knowing that it would probably be easier seeing as him and steve always had to start so early. remembering when they moved the bed in, you'd brought the two of them beers as they spent hours upon hours trying to put the stupid thing together. a memory that used to make you laugh, only serving to making you cry harder as you sat down on the bed. you could hear javi angrily pacing in the next room over, as well as the occasional bang of what you could assume was him knocking something over or throwing something. as you laid down on the bed, you shut your eyes slowly, trying to pretend you couldn't hear him even if there was nothing but a paper thin wall separating the two rooms. -- you couldn't tell what time it was when you finally woke up. you couldn't even remember when you'd fallen asleep. you looked towards the window to see a dim blue light poking out of the curtains, signalling to you that it must have been early in the morning, meaning you couldn't have been asleep for more than four hours. at first, you reached out for javi, only for the events that occurred only a few hours ago to come flooding back in. the fighting, the screaming. it only replaced the lump in your throat as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. as you began to wake up more, you wondered what had prompted you to wake up at such a random hour, especially when you'd been so worn out and tired when you actually went to sleep in the first place. you were about to ponder the question for awhile longer, until you heart the soft grunts coming from you and javi's room. though muffled, you could clearly hear javi in quiet distress. its a sound that you wish wasn't as familiar to you as it was; the amount of times you'd been woken up by javi making those sounds fresh in your head, just as fresh as needing to calm him down from them. he was clearly having a nightmare. and suddenly, it was as if all of those arguements, all of those snarky comments from your girlfriends and all the time you'd spent crying over javi had been flung out of the window and banished to the back of your mind; only leaving room for a sudden concern for javi. with no hesitation to be observed, you walked to the door and unlocked it, heading to the bedroom as the sounds of javi in sleepy distress became louder and louder. carefully placing your hand flat on the wooden door, you hesitated, briefly taking a moment to prepare for javi still being upset, knowing that it could still very much be the case. pushing said concerns to the back of your mind once more, you push the door open slowly, still aware of the way in which its hinges tend to creak purely due to age and the fact that it was admittedly purely made; remembering the amount of times javi mentioned he was going to fix it himself but still never getting around to it. you spot his sleeping figure on the bed, though sleeping would certainly be a loose term for it. he's shaking and twitching every few moments, his eyes shut tightly. you aren't sure what it is he's dreaming about, much less if you even want to know; it was likely it wasn't something you'd be able to handle. you'd never asked for any details past what he told you about his job; occasionally he would mention things once or twice in passing, and you were simply content to leave it at that. the things that you'd seen on the television were enough to scare you into not asking for anything else past the information he was willing to give. yet in the same breath, the fact that only seeing things on tv was enough to make your skin crawl, you couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him to see it all up and close and personal, much less risk his life every day just by walking into the embassy. you knew what to expect when you committed to this relationship, yet you had found it so hard to think about what he was going through. after what felt like ten minutes of staring at the poor man, you walked forward and kneeled beside the bed, not wanting to put weight on the mattress so as to frighten him out of his sleep rather than calmly wake him. reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek, ignoring the prickly feeling of his stubble due to having not shaved for nearly a week and ran your thumb back and fourth across his prickly skin. "javi... javi, baby.." as you try to speak softly to snap him out of it, it seems to only make it worse as he jumps away from your touch; only resulting in a slight cringe forming on your face. the idea that you're only making it worse for him feels horrible, not even wanting to think about what he must be experiencing in whatever dream it is he's having. "please baby, wake up, its just a dream... i'm here." continuing to stroke his cheek, you watch as he lets out a loud gasp and his eyes go flying open and he sits up, looking around frantically as if he was trying to find out where he was. this is only one of many times you've had to do this, needing to wake him up softly and remind him that he was safe with you. it pained you to see him so shaken by a dream. you had to wonder how much more of this line of work he was going to be able to take. the more time you spent watching columbia slowly chip away at the man you loved, you tried to pretend that every time you watched him walk out of the door for work that you weren't worried it may have been his last. you tried to pretend that you weren't always noticing his dark circles and the way he'd grunt out in pain from the smallest movements. being in the dea was slowly killing him and neither of you even wanted to admit it. you know better than to ever try and convince him to quit, you've known him long enough to know how stubborn of a man he is; and that if you tried to tell him about the danger and how worried you were, it was only going to push him away in the end. the times you'd had to help him into bed when he came home drunk, the times you'd needed to help him dress his stitches or watch him take of his shirt only to be met with a bullet scratch on his shoulder. while being in the dea was slowly killing javi, watching it happen was just as slowly killing you. reaching forward, you cup his cheeks and force him to look you in the eyes; ignoring the way that his hands grip tightly onto your wrists. you've learnt to ignore things like this, it hurts when he grips your wrists so tightly, but you continue to tell yourself that he doesn't mean it; you know he doesn't mean it. you chose to love a broken man, and with all broken things, you needed to be prepared for occasionally gaining a few cracks yourself. the fear in his eyes is crystal clear, the way he looks at you as if he doesn't recognize you; its painful, but as his face shifts to one of a subtle recognition, you watch as he slowly sinks down from his fear and feel his grip on your wrists begin to relax bit by bit. stroking his cheeks, you smile softly and sit across from him on the bed, feeling his pulse thundering rapidly. "i'm right here javi, it's ok, your ok." your whispers finally seem to be working as he shuts his eyes, making an obvious attempt to slow down his breathing. he leans forward, resting his forehead on your collar as you stroke his back slowly, letting him try to calm down from whatever violent nightmare he was being forced to endure. you can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer, practically leaning against you as he breathes in your scent, just another way of being able to ground himself back into reality. in that one moment, every fight the two of you had ever had, the amount of time you'd spent crying over your worries, everything you've had to endure becomes worth it as you sit there in each others arms. he finally leans back to look at you, letting one of his hands rest on the back of your head as he brings you in to lay a kiss on your forehead, shutting his eyes and taking another deep breath. without saying anything, he leans back down to lay on the bed, pulling you with him so that you were laying your head on his chest; his arms remaining tightly wound around you with little to no intention of letting you go. just as you had no intention of leaving. "im sorry.." you whispered out softly, beginning to draw invisible patterns on his bare chest with your finger tips. "i was just so fucking scared that i lost you.." you confessed, letting you voice crack as your vision became foggy. he didn't reply at first, but you felt his breathing tense. you didn't want to ask what it was that he was dreaming about, but based upon his reaction, you wondered whether or not that was the subject matter of his dream, losing you or losing himself. when he finally spoke, it was deep and croaky, just as his voice always was after it had been sleeping; a voice you'd heard whispering sweet nothings and pillow talk in the mornings; the voice that would softly tell you goodbye followed by a kiss on your forehead whenever javi would leave early in the mornings and you'd stay in bed. "please don't cry, hermosa. please don't be sorry." by the sound of his voice you could tell that he felt bad, it wasn't hard to tell that the both of you were hurt over the argument; your high emotional intensity mixed with javi being worn out was a deadly mix that was bound to end badly. turning to look up at him, you rested your chin on his chest and sighed. javi stared back at you, reaching up to fix the hair that had fallen in front of your face; allowing his hand to linger purely so he could cup your cheek. shutting your eyes, you leaned into his touch; now unable to stop a few tears from escaping and rolling down your cheeks only to be quickly wiped up by javi's thumb as if he couldn't bear to watch them fall. "te amo." he whispered, reaching for your hand and bringing the back of it to his lips, laying a soft kiss on the skin. laying your head back down on his chest and shutting your eyes, you allowed yourself to begin drifting back to sleep, now finding such a task monumentally easier now that you were back in javi's arms. "i love you too."

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koshicoast · 4 years ago

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A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

#shinkami headcannons #shinkami #drabble #snippets #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #denki kaminari #kaminari #my hero academia #kiribaku #Kirishima #bnha bakugou

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years ago

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our love will (never) end

pairing: dogma / reader

word count: 3414

summary: all you wanted was for dogma to come back home but you don’t recognize the broken man that comes off the ship coming straight from umbara.the next time he sees you, he doesn’t recognize you either.

warnings: implied canon typical violence, angst af, umbara happened, lemme know if smth was missed

a/n: don’t say i didn’t warn y’all. no beta just me drinkin’ my dumb bitch juice

you’d spent more than half your life around the clones, had become used to their presence since your mother was recruited to train them in combat. had even helped with the youngest ones when they were fresh from their tubes, washing the fluids from them before wrapping them in their first set of clothes. the clones had become your brothers and friends, and they were much better company than the longnecks that occupied tipoca city.

once you were old enough, you joined them in their training. you learned their battle techniques, the subtle languages they spoke without uttering a word, you were one of them.

that’s why the losses sustained at the battle of geonosis, the first true test on the training they spent their lives surrounded by, wounded you so deeply.

days after the battle you were able to weasel your way into the records kept by the longnecks. it took you nearly hours to finish scanning the holo list of numbers, and only seconds for the grief to thrum through your veins, to settle into your bones. so many of your friends were lost that day, many that you had given names to, and your shoulders were aching under the weight of a loss that substantial.

then they were assigned to generals, jedi that probably wouldn’t care about who they were as men, as living beings with hearts and minds and souls that were far more different than the origins of their creation led people to believe. kamino had never been so empty as it had been once battalions were formed and assignments given, thousands of soldiers being sent to war.

the solemn emptiness took some getting used to, as did the togruta jedi sent to kamino to oversee the functioning of the cloning facility. she was kind though, and none of the clones appeared afraid of her so she was okay in your book. the one thing that you had yet to get used to was the fear you’d see in the eyes of a clone before their first assignment.

even though this is what they were raised to do, was what they were told by the longnecks was their only purpose (it was banthashit and you never hesitated to express as much), there was still a residual fear because they had seen brothers come back from the battlefield. they also knew that not all of them returned to their battalions once they left the front lines.

this knowledge was common, and there were many secrets told to you by long dead men about things that would have gotten them into trouble with immeasurable consequences. things they did to pass the time, things that made them happy like singing or writing poetry. it didn’t take you long after bonding with the clones as a young child that you realized that you were different than them, that you were lucky to be able to play and smile and be a child.

you lamented this discovery to your mother once. all she said was that the soldiers were dealt a shit hand by the galaxy and that they were lucky to have you to make it better for them. then she would tell you bedtime stories and fairy tales she knew good and well that you would relay to your identical brothers young and old.

but these days, you weren’t allowed to show the clones that kindness, that silliness that you were able to have with your brothers all those years ago. you were an adult now, and as such you would soon be expected to aid in the training of the republic’s soldiers despite a lack of actual outside world experience. you hadn’t left kamino since you arrived here as a child and had never used your training in a real-life situation.

what if you failed them? what if you taught something wrong and it resulted in their CT number being the next to show up on the lists of casualties? you were quaking with fear at the trust being placed in you.

which is why you were sitting outside during the kind of downpour kamino was known for, each raindrop heavier than your heart. no bother was given to your sopping wet state nor to the fact you’d get sick from this.

then you were joined in the rain by a familiar form.

“your immune system isn’t made to withstand this weather for very long.” some would have thought him to be uncaring, even callous and dickish with his words, but not you. this was the way he showed he cared about you — very seldom with those exact words, and never in a way where someone he didn’t want to know could see that he cared.

your eyes flitted up to his before returning their focus on the crashing waves around you. “my heart wasn’t made to withstand you leaving me.”

he sank to the ground beside you, the sound of his breathing being heard once he removes his helmet and lays it down beside his sitting form. an arm finds itself around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, a gentle kiss being placed against your rain-slick temple.

his touch warms you from your nose to the tips of your toes in spite of the cold rain pouring down. it was something he was able to do effortlessly and it never failed to bring a smile to your face. “i’m never truly gone, cyare. you’ll always be able to find me no matter where i am in the galaxy.”

a gloved hand found your shaking ones, his thumb smoothing over the top of your hand in an attempt to quell the shaking. you squeeze it in thanks and let yourself be pulled into his lap by it, your face quick to nuzzle into his neck.

“promise me you’ll be safe, dogma.”

“of course, my love.”

when he joined the five-oh-first comms were as frequent as possible, and when you weren’t able to talk to him, your eyes would be glued to the casualty reports that made their way to kamino. his number was never among the most of the dead, thank the stars, and that knowledge would sustain you until he would finally have the chance to talk to you again.

it was late into the night cycle when your private channel beeped, signifying an incoming call from dogma.

“that last mission… it was rough, cyare. i’m sorry i couldn’t comm you sooner.”

“never apologize, i know it’s not easy out there.”

dogma could never grow tired of the way you were so patient for him, for the things he did day in and day out. it made what he was about to say even harder for him.

“this next mission isn’t going to have any free time, we’re being sent planetside on umbara within two rotations. i don’t know how long the planetary takeover will last, but there won’t be a moment where we’re not unconscious or fighting. i won’t be able to talk for a while, my light. please understand.” he sounded almost in tears, like there was a lump in his throat trying to keep the words from escaping, to keep from hurting you.

you didn’t like to hear him like that. your strong and brave dogma crippled by emotion was never a comforting experience, especially when you couldn’t hold him and guide him out of the dark spaces his mind crawled into.

“never feel guilty for doing your duty, for keeping your brothers safe. just be sure you come home to me when your duty is done.”

“i’ll always come home to you, i swear it.”

the longnecks were in a tizzy three days later, rambling about a defect on the front lines. the sounds of a panicked kaminiise was not a sound you thought you’d ever hear again after what happened on christophsis. you eavesdropped plenty but you could never catch a CT number or a planet or a battalion name which infuriated you to no end. it was time to check the most recent records to see if you could find something there.

the morning cycle was minutes from beginning when you made your way to an unrestricted holoscreen where several reports were pulled up. your eyes scanned the writing; there was the familiar list of the dead, several more numbers sending waves of grief to crash against your soul.

information about how three members of the five-oh-first defied orders and flew umbaran ships in a successful attempt to destroy the separatist ship giving supplies to the enemy, and the death of one of the troopers involved in the unsanctioned air raid, one ct-6969 — hardcase. another wave crashed against your weary heart and was beginning to turn your insides into a hurricane that kamino’s oceans could only dream of rivaling.

there were details about the botched execution of two clones who defied the aforementioned direct orders from a general pong krell, ct-27-5555 and ct-5597 — fives and jesse.

pong krell wasn’t dogma’s general, wasn’t the general of the boys in blue. that was anakin skywalker and dogma spoke highly of his jedi general the few times he was brought up in conversations. pong krell, even though you’d never had the displeasure of meeting the besalisk in person, knew of his reputation.

he was cruel and vicious, using the lives of those under his command as rungs on his own ladder of wartime success. many of the brothers you loved perished under his commands and his name was an eyesore.

most jarring was the depiction of how a clone shot general pong krell in the back, and how the clone’s sentence was to be decided upon once they arrived on kamino.

that meant one of three things: euthanization, reconditioning, and experimentation followed by one of the former options. none of them are by any means pleasant, but you hoped for that trooper’s sake that they were allowed peace no matter their offenses.

but now one question remained: who killed the jedi general? why was his CT number not mentioned in the files? you had to talk to dogma, to make sure he was safe, that he was finding healthy ways to grieve the loss of hardcase, to cope with everything this report says occurred on the shadow planet.

“i know you said you wouldn’t be able to talk while on umbara but i just read the reports sent to the longnecks. i’m scared and i need to hear your voice for a second, just a second, please.”

“i heard about hardcase,” you sniffled and swallowed your grief for one of your dearest friends in the name of supporting your beloved. “what him and jesse and fives did… the death of the jedi. please answer me, i need to know you’re okay.”

“you know i wouldn’t ask this of you any other time, but please give me something, tell me you’re alive! tell me you survived the carnage of pong krell!”

“dogma, answer me please! you’re scaring me!”

“ner kar’ta, please don’t make me add you to my remembrances. please, dogma, don’t make me do it…”

“dogma… ni kart’ayl darasuum.”

fitful sleep came with you clutching your commlink against your heart, tears falling like rain. there was a good chance that maybe he was mangled beyond recognition, or maybe they haven’t noticed he was missing yet. there had to be a reason dogma wasn’t on the list of the lost and why he hadn’t answered you.

then your commlink crackled you life. “who is this and how do you know dogma?”

did fate exist only to torment you? that’s what it felt like in this moment.

“i’m not answering any questions until you tell me where he is and how you found that commlink.”

logic told you that the person on the other end was indeed a clone, but your mind was too jumbled for you to recognize who it was. you had to clean up the mess your love left behind you and dogma, anything to keep him from punishment.

“the name’s fives, the comm was confiscated when we… when we had to court martial him for disobedience.”

disobedience? dogma? those words may start with the same letter but they couldn’t be more juxtaposed if the words themselves put effort into it. then your mind reminds you of details from that karking report and you suddenly feel like you had been tossed into the roaring waves below you.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!”

the arc trooper grew enraged in his grief, in the horrors of what he saw on umbara and the audacity you had to accuse him of hurting his brother. “he did it to himself! he did it to protect us all from that demagolka even though no one ordered him to! when no one had the courage to do it, not even rex!”

what did your cyare do? your heart was in denial of the ideas your brain supplied because now they were leading to the same place.

“was he the one that killed krell?”

silence.

“fives! was he the one to-“

“yes! kriff, it was him! he’s the one who did it!”

dogma remembers the besalik’s traitorous admission and the way he manipulated dogma for his own benefit, to divide his brothers enough to keep them from revealing his plan. the way he and the five-oh-first fired on their own brothers, how their own brothers fired on them. naive death caused by what dogma discovered was the blind loyalty he heard others talk about when it came to following orders.

he remembers the feeling of the bracers around his wrist as he was escorted to the laat, the nods from his brothers as they give him respect he isn’t sure he earned for killing the man who caused them so much suffering.

the only thing that his mind doesn’t bring to his attention is the commlink that was stripped from him when taken into the umbaran cell, the only means of communicating with you without taking immeasurable risk.

he’s halfway to kamino by the time his mind registers that it isn’t with him and it’s the first true fear he’s felt since he was led into the cell by his own brothers and krell revealing how he manipulated every last one of them.

his thoughts drifted to what would become of him once he returned to the planet he was born on, the planet where he met the only sunshine he had to speak of on the shadow planet that sealed his fate. he hopes to see you before he’s punished for his actions but that’s uncertain. there’s no guarantee that you’re going to know he was returning, even more so under the circumstances that he’s coming back under.

there’s one certainty dogma has through all of this: he’s going to die on kamino. but if he’s able to see you in person and hold you in his arms one last time, then he’d accept death with open arms.

the last thoughts that run through his head as he’s being pulled from the ship and into longneck custody are of talking to you only days before, when things were still okay, when there wasn’t friendly fire instigated by a traitor, when dogma hadn’t killed a jedi.

his duty was in fact done, and he was coming home, but there was no guarantee that you would be part of that home, not after what he’s done.

you fail. despite the strength of your love and determination to find him, you don’t.

in all your years of finding longneck secrets and reading their reports, there was nothing on dogma. there was no record of his presence here and it was chilling. you knew the sorts of things that could be found in reports (and they were by no means pleasant), but if even these assholes weren’t going to keep digital record of it, it must be bad.

no one even saw the arrival of the ship dogma was carried in and there was no footage from any of the docks’ security cameras. your lover was a ghost, a wisp, a memory. even the cadets that dogma had known before he deployed (slightly older now, almost ready to be sent to the front lines) seemed to forget about their ori’vod.

it was as if dogma didn’t exist outside of your own head. like he was a figment of your imagination that you would conjure when the nights got lonely. you frequently drew his v tattoo in hopes of you keeping its pattern fresh in your mind because dogma deserved to be remembered. for his sacrifice, for his loyalty, for how deep his love ran not just for his brothers and the republic, but for you.

months flew by with endless searching, digging through files and scouring the base when no one was around. it was all in vain. dogma was no more; at least, not the dogma you knew.

you had found a new normal in your life on kamino. taking up the torch of training young cadets that your mother carried before you, doing your best to ensure their survival in a war built to destroy. dogma was carried with you always, but you stopped asking others about him, resigned to keeping him in your heart like a deep secret. what little hobbies one could find on the rainy planet were indulged as you tried to refill the time you allotted to talk to your cyare before he faded from the memories of his brothers.

since obtaining your new training role, many of the clones looked to you as an authority figure and not an equal. you were a superior now, and they treated you as such. there were no words in any language that you could find that could convey how uncomfortable you were with that, not when you had grown up with so many of them, had swaddled them when they emerged from their growth tanks.

although, there was one clone whom you called a friend these days that didn’t treat you with the same rigid respect his batchmates treated you with. his name was novak; he was kind and loyal and attentive, and if you squinted under the bright fluorescent lights you could see the faintest outline of a geometric v on his face.

that had to be your imagination playing tricks, you reasoned. you’re mostly sure you had seen that same shadow on the face of every clone in the days after dogma’s supposed return to kamino. then again, nowadays you only had this thought around him and no one else.

“got my assignment,” he told you one day over breakfast. “the 327th, under general secura and commander bly.”

“i hear she’s a great jedi, novak. you’ll be in good hands.”

he nods and hums in acknowledgement around a bite of food. there’s a look on his face that tells you he’s deep in thought and for a moment you think you’re looking at a ghost, but then his eyebrow ticks up and the illusion fades.

“my squad and i, we’ll be headed to felucia. and i, uh, wanted to ask you something before you left.” his demeanor changes. before he was casual, relaxed, and you had no idea what switch flipped that now had him fidgety and with the beginnings of a stutter. “could i… could i possibly comm you while i’m there? my batchmates are gone, and i don’t really have anyone else i want to talk to. but if that’s something you’re not comfortable with then you don’t have to do anything i wouldn’t want to cross any bound-”

a finger pressed to his lips ends his rambling. “novak, i would like that a lot.”

it took two weeks.

novak spent two weeks on felucia before he and most of his squad were either killed by droids or devoured by the various flora and fauna of the jungle planet.

the trooper’s last thoughts were of you.

he had been having dreams about you for months. they were of late night conversations through holo about things he had no memory of. time spent in the kamino rains holding each other tight as if letting go would be the end of life as you knew it. the love for you that seemed to have appeared overnight. you would never know these things, and novak regretted that until his last breath.

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Tipsy

다른 멤버들한테 말하지 말고 샅이 일하는 게 제일 좋아요. Don’t tell the other members, but you’re my favorite to work with.

Description: [REQUEST: Hey I have I request for a jungkook imagine. Y/n is a new music producer for bts and after finishing up the next album the have a party or smth to celebrate in which she gets a lil' tipsy 😅 and confesses to Kookie that she likes him and obviously he thinks she's really cool likes here back] Hope you enjoy it! (P.S. to the person who requested this: for some reason your message disappeared soon after you requested this so I didn’t get to write down your url which also meant I couldn’t message you to say it was finished, sorry!) Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff, idol!Jungkook x music producer!fem-reader Word Count: 2.5k

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The release party was something new Big Hit was trying. Something about truly celebrating their artists' every release. Which I didn't mind because it gave me an excuse to take a break from the computer screens and the incessant rhythms and melodies running through my mind. But it mean that I couldn't be in my usual sweatpants and hoodie. No, I had to be dressed up in a nice little outfit with my hair and make up done cause there was of course cameras.

"Would you stop fussing with that?" Aimee swatted my hand away from the bottom of my skirt. "You look divine."

"I feel like an exposed wire." I mumbled, cupping my drink with both hands to keep them away from my dress.

"A hot exposed wire." She laughed and I gave her a weak smile. Aimee sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders, "Look, you look really good and you did a really good job on the album so will you knock that drink back and say a really big fuck it?" She looked at me and I knew she was right.

I raised my cup and tapped it against hers, "To a really big fuck it." I toasted before we both take a big gulp. The sudden assault of alcohol against my throat sent a shiver down my spine but as the shiver passed through, my body began to loosen up slightly.

Before long, I was on my third drink of the night, had a warm buzz running through my body, and no longer cared about how my dress looked on me.

"I mean you would think that they would at least come over and say hello." Aimee stated while looking around the room, "You worked on literally every song on this album and they haven't even stopped by to say thank you or shit." She crossed her arms over her chest in disbelief.

"I texted them earlier today." I told her, trying to calm her but she's had a couple more drinks than I have.

Aimee puckered her lips, "Tsk. They should still show their faces to you."

I chuckled and looked down at my half empty cup. Raising it up to my lips, the 7 boys I had worked with for months saunter up to the table.

"Speak of the devil." I whispered to Aimee who whipped around. I thought she was going to glare at them and scold them for not coming sooner but instead she was all giggles and smiles.

"There you guys are!" She exclaimed and gave Hobi a small hug, "I was wondering when you guys were going to show up." They gathered around the table and Jungkook ends up standing next to me. Which right then, wasn't an issue, but if I was sober, you bet my heart rate would've sped up so fast.

"Well, you guys gotta stop being so hard to find." Jin joked, gesturing at us for emphasis.

I raised my cup, "My fault." I admitted, "Used to the dark corners and basements."

"You know," Jimin said, "I was half expecting you to show up in your sweats."

"I wanted to." I told him, "But apparently the boss man wanted me to feel like an exposed wire."

"Hot exposed wire." Aimee pushes my shoulder and I stumbled into Jungkook.

His reflexes acted quickly and he caught me by the shoulders before gravity could take over.

"You good?" Jungkook asked, trying to keep his laughter at bay.

The boys have seen me drink before but I don't they've ever seen me tipsy or drunk before.

I corrected myself and nodded a little too enthusiastically. "I'm good."

Jungkook nodded, "Well, you look good for an exposed wire." He said with a smile.

I smiled back and let the smile close my eyes, "Thank you." I said before taking another sip from my cup.

"You boys did great on the new album." Aimee complimented them and the boys smiled proudly.

"You guys did amazing work too." Namjoon returned the compliment.

I shook my head, "All I did was get these persistent rhythms and melodies out of my head. You guys brought them to life."

"We wouldn't have had anything to bring to life if it weren't for you." Taehyung pointed out.

"Where did you even come up with 'Back to Me'?" Jungkook asked, looking towards me while leaning on the table.

I thought back to my inspiration for their title track and nearly bursted into laughter. "You won't believe me."

"Try us." Jimin encouraged me on and Jungkook's eyes said the same thing.

"I was waiting to cross a busy intersection and I dropped my ice cream cone. Then it just formed in my mind." I said with laughter.

The others laughed along but Jungkook didn't laugh as hard as the others. When I looked over at him, I swore I saw him looking at me in adoration. I told myself it was the alcohol in my system.

"So, if you dropped your breakfast, you think you'd make a song that could get us into the Hall of Fame?" Jin wondered, forcing me to pull my attention away from Jungkook.

"I don't think it works that way." I shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Then I felt a slight movement next to me and immediately turned and pointed a finger at Jungkook, "And do not even think about trying, mister."

Jungkook smiled widely, having been caught. "You never know." Is all he said.

"Hey, hey, hyung, isn't that..." Hobi smacked Yoongi's arm and pointed across the room at someone.

"Holy shit." Yoongi exhaled in awe, "No way."

"Let's go!" Hobi pushed Yoongi away from the table and towards the new person.

"Hey, (y/n), will you be in the studio tomorrow?" Namjoon asked.

I glanced down at my now 2/3's empty cup, "I can be."

"I mean, if you are, I wanted to run some things by you." He shrugged like it wasn't the biggest deal.

"I'll let you know." I told him, my uncertainness evident in my voice.

"Jin, I think your parents are leaving." Taehyung said and points towards the exit where Jin's parents were indeed standing, looking around, presumably for him.

Jin left the table with Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung following him. Leaving me at the table alone with Jungkook as Aimee had disappeared sometime earlier.

"You know," I rest my head on my hand as my elbow leans against the table top, "You should get out of your baggy clothes more often." I said, fully taking in Jungkook's attire.

Jungkook barked out a laugh, "I could say the same to you."

"Ooh, don't." I puckered my lips in distaste.

"Alright, I won't." He said and drummed his fingers against the table.

"Are you going to show up tomorrow too?" I suddenly questioned him.

"I, uh, I might?" He said, flustered and quite unsure of his own answer.

I peeked at my phone for the time and then sighed, reading the 1:44am timestamp. "Well, if you all are going to show up then I should probably be going to bed."

"I'll walk you home." Jungkook suggested immediately.

I lightly shook my head, "You don't have too. It's just down the block."

Jungkook shook his head harder, "I want to. Think of it like sort of repaying back for some of the nights I would stay late in your studio to watch you work." He explained and my brain repeated its mantra for the night.

"Fuck it." I shrugged, "Okay. Walk me home, Jungkook." I grabbed my purse and started walking to the doors. Jungkook followed soon after.

As we walked outside, the chill of the night didn't even faze me. In fact, I welcomed it as it sat against my hot skin.

"Which way?" Jungkook asked, looking left and right as if he was trying to guess which direction my house was in.

I pointed across the street, "Straight and then we go left at some point."

"At some point?" Jungkook repeated, "You do know your way home, right?"

"Yes. I'm tipsy. Not drunk. I know where I live." I rolled my eyes and looped my arm in his without thinking. I registered that he stiffened ever so slightly but the thought was lost somewhere between registering and comprehending the information.

"Have you developed that one track anymore?" I asked him as we made our way across the street.

"Uh, kind of. I'm stuck again." He admitted.

"Bring it in tomorrow." I told him, "Namjoon's coming in and I won't have anything pertinent to be working on. We can hammer it out together."

"I'll do that." Jungkook smiled softly.

I looked up at the clear sky and exhale, "I enjoy working with you." I said, letting my heart do the talking while it shoved my brain behind the heavy (but still see through) alcohol curtain, "Like I really enjoy it. It's kind of a favorite. Don't tell the other members, but you're my favorite to work with."

"Oh yeah?" Jungkook said, a cocky smile growing on his face. "And why's that?"

"It could be that your music style is similar to mine." I explained, "Or it could be that it's just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it's probably cause I like you. I mean, that's really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?" I asked him with innocence because my brain hadn't fully registered what just came out of my mouth.

Jungkook is stunned for a split second before he shook his head, "No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too."

I gave him a single nod, "Good. Cause otherwise I would've questioned how you were able to fool me into thinking that you liked working with me." I then spotted the street lamp we were supposed to turn at, "Left." I said and used my body to lead Jungkook in the right direction.

"Do you ever think about writing lyrics?" Jungkook wondered, returning to a normal walking pace.

"Sometimes." I told him honestly, "But I never release them. Not even as demos."

"So you've written some?" He assumed.

"Yes." I answered, "But they are locked away where no one will ever find them."

"On your computer under a password?" Jungkook guessed.

"Maybe." I pouted, slightly upset that he guessed its location so quickly.

"And the password is probably something like 'Tata and Kookie.'" He continued to guess and I stopped in my tracks, stopping him as well.

"How the HELL did you know?" I exclaimed, disbelief written all over my face.

Jungkook chuckled, "You have Tata and Kookie everywhere in your studio. It's kind of obvious."

"Fuck." I whisper-shouted, disappointed at myself for giving away the answer that easily.

"It's okay. I won't look." He said once we started walking again, "It's just cool to know that you have them there. I bet they're good."

"Not as good as what you guys can write." I told him with a shrug.

"Nah, I bet they're fantastic." Jungkook countered. "Maybe one day you'll show 'em to me?"

"Maybe." I nodded but I didn't know if I would fulfill it.

"Are you going to remember this tomorrow?" Jungkook asked as I spotted my building approaching.

"Probably. Though maybe not right away." I admitted, wondering why he wanted to know.

Jungkook nodded in thought.

"Why?" I asked, unable to keep the question inside.

"Just curious." He simply stated.

"Uh huh." I commented unconvinced and then stopped in front of my building, "Well, this is me."

"You live pretty close to the company buildling." Jungkook observed, rocking back in his heels.

"Makes the commute 100 times easier." I told him and leaned in closer, "I tend to sleep in late." I giggled at my sudden confession.

Chuckling, Jungkook smiled, "So that's why you show up to work in sweats so often."

"Oh no." I shook my head and then I corrected him, "That's a choice."

"Will it be the choice tomorrow?" Jungkook asked as I stepped towards the front doors.

I smiled teasingly, "You'll just have to find out." I teased him and spotted a grin on his face before I turned and entered my building.

I could feel my mind start to analyze the events of the night, but the remaining alcohol buzz chose to ignore it for the night.

~Morning~

I took a swig from my water bottle sitting on my night stand and picked up my phone to check the time. A ripe 7:35 am. I scrolled through my text notifications and from most recent to oldest, they read:

From Namjoon: Hey, what time do you think you'll be in? I've got some free time between 10 and 12. Let me know!

From Aimee: BTS ALBUM #1 WORLDWIDE AGAIN! AND 'BACK TO YOU' MV'S GOT 100 MILL!

From Jungkook: Tomorrow, could we also try to get this melody out of my head?

From Jungkook: To discuss lyrics and such...

From Jungkook: Are you free to eat a meal with me sometime?

From Jungkook: Can you also help me with a lyric?

From Taehyung: Hello? (Y/n)??? You cOnFeSsEd?!

From Jungkook: I'm still stuck on the track.

From Jungkook: I'm gonna try to work on the track tonight.

From Taehyung: YOU CONFESSED?! WHAT HAPPENED TO WAITING A FEW WEEKS?!

From Jungkook: I hope you got in okay. Sleep tight.

I blinked at my phone, reading the texts over, specifically the ones from Taehyung.

I... confessed... .... ?

"It could be that your music style is similar to mine. Or it could be that it's just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it's probably cause I like you. I mean, that's really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?" My voice echoed in my head and my brain melted into mush.

"Oh... fuck." I whispered then I remembered Jungkook's response.

"No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too."

And just like that, my brain was fully functional and my heart was bouncing around my chest like a ping pong ball on steroids. I pulled myself out of bed and responded to the texts.

To Namjoon: Yes, I'll be in at like 9 so stop by whenever.

To Aimee: Hell yeah!

To Taehyung: Yes... yes I did. Did he tell you?

To Taehyung: And apparently I said screw waiting.

To Jungkook: Don't worry about the track, we'll finish it today.

To Jungkook: I can help you with the lyric and the melody.

To Jungkook: I'll eat a meal with you... but only if you pay and as long as we don't talk about work ;)

I shuffled into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth when my phone buzzes with a text.

From Jungkook: Deal, no work talk. Friday?

To Jungkook: Friday.

To Jungkook: What time are you wanting to come in today?

From Jungkook: 9? 10? Idk

To Jungkook: I'll be in around 9. My door'll be open.

I smiled at my phone with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. Then I decided that maybe I should say 'fuck it' more often.

#kpop #kpop imagine #bts imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook imagine #writer-k-pop #bts

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obaby-me · 4 years ago

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Your writing's really good! (~^-^)~* Can I get strong MC carrying their demon around bridal style?? (just an idea but imagine Levi being carried by MC in his favorite male character/ruri's cosplay :o, and for Belphie, maybe, him falling asleep during movie night or smth and MC just casually scooping him up to get him to his room?? For Mammon maybe rescuing him and running away from witches?) but u can think of smth by yourself ^^ can't wait :D

Thank you for the compliment anon. ♡

Manhandle the boys? I got ya covered. You had some great ideas, by the way. These turned into basically mini-stories.

Lucifer

“Chicken fight?” Diavolo asked you with a glint in his eye, always eager to learn more of the human world.

“It’s a pool game, where two people carry two other people and try to push the carried person off their person.” You explained, or rather tried to. Even for a mostly sober Lucifer, the explanation was a mess. A tipsy Diavolo found it impossible.

“Show me,” Diavolo asked. “Just show me.”

“It takes a minimum of 4 to play. And it’s done in a pool.” You laughed.

“You can’t do it outside of a pool?” Diavolo whined with a frown.

Never wanting to disappoint, you quietly considered it. “I mean…” Your eyes travelled to Lucifer, lighting up in a way the Avatar of Pride knew meant trouble. But with a shake of his head, knowing what was to come, he stood from his seat, and rotated his shoulders. Carrying you would be a simple task for him.

“If you can lift Barbatos, and I lift Lucifer, we could do a little demonstration. But we can’t actually play. Without the water it’s like, dangerous.” You suggest.

“Lift me?” Scoffed Lucifer, looking a little incredulous, while a delighted Diavolo barked out a laugh.

“Okay!” The prince agreed enthusiastically. His gold eyes flitting to the avatar of pride giving a silent, mortifying, order that sealed Lucifer’s fate.

Groaning into his drink, Lucifer quickly chugged down the last of his drink. You kneeled down to the floor, and Diavolo followed suit, as you instructed Barbatos how to climb on to Diavolo’s back.

“Like this?”

“Yes!” You nodded happily. “Lucifer, your turn! Hop on.”

The word no sat on his tongue but Diavolo’s expecting gaze wouldn’t allow for the word to pass his lips. “Perhaps I ought to be the one to—”

Suddenly one of his legs was yanked out from under him as you swung it over one side of you. You made no move to grab the other. “Stop worrying. I can lift you easy!” You assured him with a cocky grin.

“I don’t know—”

When you ignored his protests and attempted shift yourself between his legs to grip the remaining foot tethering him to the ground, in fear of losing his balance, Lucifer finally complied. He threw his leg over your shoulder, gripping on to your head and wrapping his thighs about your neck. He shot a glare at his liege. If you broke your neck, he refused to be held responsible.

To his surprise however, you stood straight up with ease, balancing him on your shoulders. He was rather impressed. Though that was sort of overridden by his unease at the sudden lack of control he had by being on your shoulders.

“Okay, now in a pool, Barbatos and Lucifer would have to shove each other off.”

A look of determination flashed across Diavolo’s face, and it took all three, Lucifer, Barbatos, and you to reiterate that this was not a game that could be played outside of the water.

Mammon

The witches call at the most inconvenient times. But Mammon knows he must answer.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in apology to you as he dropped the shopping bags he’d been carrying into your arms. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

“Should we call someone first before you go?” You asked, waving a hand at the plaza that surrounded you filled with demons. Eyes flickered towards you occasionally, however they quickly averting upon recognizing the Lord of Greed.

He didn’t have time, but he also knew you were right. Groaning and grumbling he texted a request to his brother’s chat for someone to come and get you.

But there was no immediate response. Calls to several of the brothers also went unanswered—even when you made the calls. Mammon grew impatient—because he knew the witches were too.

“Looks like I’ll just have to take ya with me,” he sighed. “Ground rules, first.” Looking serious and he holds his fingers up, “Don’t say anything,” he begins, dropping one finger. “Don’t touch anything. Anything I say, ya agree with. Anything I tell you to do, you do—no questions. If I say run, run.”

You looked nervous—as you should be, so was he. It was a bad idea to take you. But it’s a worse idea to leave you alone.

Seeing the witches generally made Mammon a little queasy—but he can handle anything they throw at him. It’s you he worries about.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you worry, human. The GREAT Mammon won’t let anything happen you,” he said with a grin, trying to rid you of your worries. You give him a small smile in return and he throws an arm around your shoulder as he begins to lead you away.

Meeting with witches didn’t seem to terrify you as they invited the two of you in for tea and treats. Mammon however, declined for the two of you, getting right to the point of their requests. They made their demands rather politely, but the undertones of a threat obviously present.

The nature of their demands however, no matter how honeyed the language, were insane. Limos, and dresses, and jewelry, and tools used by witches, made of luxury woods and metals.

“There’s no way I can get all this!” Mammon shouted as he estimated the total.

“You can, and you will. We trust you’ll find a way,” one of them said sternly.

Another slid herself to your side, an arm drifting to wrap about your waist. “And while you do so, we’ll just enjoy some tea with—”

“Don’t you touch my human,” hissed Mammon. His eye flit to you, a dangerous glint in them, and he nods his head to the door in a silent order.

“Don’t you talk that way to us,” another witch hissed in return.

“Your pact is with me, not—” Mammon started to argue in return.

“Yes, it is.” One witch calmly stated, “and by our pact, I order you to—”

Before her order could be completed, she was thrown back, the literal rug ripped out from under her. Mammon’s eyes widened and turned to see the edge of the floormat sitting in your hands.

“Time to go,” you told him.

Suddenly laid out over your shoulder, hefted about like a sack of potatoes as you ran the two of you of the building.

Mammon wasn’t sure how to feel. He was surprised, that was for sure. Thankful to some degree, but humiliated as well—for being the one in need of saving, for the way he was being carried (ass up). And though he dared not admit, turned on. He could only hope you were too busy running the two of you out of trouble to notice him at half-mast.

Leviathan

A convention has come to the Devildom and ecstatic was a massive understatement. When the convention was announced months back, Levi was already including it in every conversation somehow. As the weeks grew closer, his fanaticism was getting so out of control Lucifer banned him from bringing it up in the group chat, the dining table, and specifically, in Lucifer’s presence.

“Today’s the day!” Shouted Levi, as was his morning ritual of the countdown. While he was not technically in the dining room, everyone could hear him from his room. Annoyed but relieved that finally the day had come that perhaps he’d finally shut up about it, the brothers gave a sigh of relief.

“Come on, come on, Normie!” He pounded at your door. “We have a very strict schedule to keep!”

“Levi, you sound like Lucifer. Give me some time to get dressed! Honestly, if you’re this excited you might accidentally transform.” You scolded him with laughter dancing behind your door—still refusing him entry to drag you out. “It’ll ruin your cosplay if you do you know. Have you even gotten changed yet?”

“I will once we eat breakfast. I don’t want anything to get stained. And you shouldn’t either! Come on out!”

“Levi, I’m already half into the costume. You want me to come out there half naked?”

Levi blushed at the thought. “N-no! Just take it off, normie. Get changed after! We need a perfect picture together as Henry and the Lord of Shadows! And we can’t have one if you’ve got food all over it.”

He heard you sigh and grumble, but he knew he was getting his way. You had been supportive of all his enthusiasm, despite the numerous reprimanding your received from his brothers for “encouraging” and “enabling” his behavior. You always had his back, just like Henry.

Why, you even agreed to cosplay as his Henry to his Lord of Shadows! He thought he was having the most blissful heart attack when you suggested it. You suggested to be his Henry.

He could hardly wait to see you dressed, but the reveal was something he would savor, dressed in his own costume. And it would be worth it. Additionally, once he got his picture of the two of you in your perfectly pristine cosplays, he would be posting it and using it everywhere. As his profile pictures, in his icons, framed in his room. He had it all planned out.

He rushed you through breakfast, through packing, and through the door. But you took it all with a smile. He knew you weren’t as excited about the convention as he was, but the fact that you had the patience to put up with him on this day meant the world to him. He’d already put some Grimm aside to buy you whatever you wanted at the convention as a gift of thanks.

The line was agonizingly long, even with his pre-purchased pass, and changing into your cosplays in your shared hotel room took a while more than expected. He missed an early morning panel and went hysterical.

“Levi, you’ll ruin your cosplay if you transform,” you warn him again from the bathroom as you adjusted make up on your face to get some details just perfect for your Henry imitation.

“We should have gotten here sooner!” He complained. “We should have-“

“Levi, I’m ready.” You called out, interrupting him before he could rant any further.

He swallowed hard, eager to see the result.

You looked perfect.

“Well?” You asked as you gave a small twirl for him to let him see it in whole.

“Every detail i-is, is—” His heart raced, his face reddened. It was not that your outfit was revealing, but you were cute. You were really cute. You were cute and in cosplay with him, for him. It was just an outfit, but the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overwhelmed, practically in tears. Too overwhelmed, really.

He passed right out.

When he finally woke up, he realized he was slung over your back, carried through the convention halls. “W-what is happening?” He screeched in embarrassment into your ear.

You faltered and nearly dropped him. Quickly you adjusted him, bouncing him with your grip on thighs to get him balanced properly against you again. “Don’t shout,” you hissed your ear ringing painfully.

“The next panel was about to start and I couldn’t let you to miss it.” You explained as you trudged along to your next destination. “You’ve been looking forward to this one most of all.”

Touched by the sentiment, Levi tucked his burning face into your shoulder mumbling ‘thank you’s and praises that you were a perfect Henry.

Satan

The Devildom archive is massive, and yet given its size it is still overfilled with books and shelves that line the walls up to his high ceilings. Tall ladders that slide across the rooms on tracks in front of the shelves, to allow easy maneuvering are available, but not many.

“I can see it just there,” frowned Satan as he stared up at the dusty covered volume, embossed letters with faded and chipped gold foil labelling its spine.

On his tiptoes, reaching upwards, his fingers just barely above the shelf and his fingers graze the binding, only to push it further back on to the shelf and out of his reach. He cursed.

“I’ll have to fetch a ladder,” he spat, turning his from side to side to spot on. On the farthest ends of either side of him he could see a few unoccupied steps. The trek just to fetch the damned things was an exercise in itself. Why the hell was the archive this size with so few ladders between them? Or rather, why wouldn’t they restrict ladders to certain sections? Why did they have to make the process so difficult?

“Seems hardly worth the effort,” you commented, as you slipped your arms around his waist.

The action was sudden, but welcomed. Having you wrapped about him was instantly soothing, and his temper dropped immediately. He sighed, letting out the tension, and his hand came to rest on yours. “To get as perfect score on this essay, all efforts are worthwhile. This time I will be top Lucifer’s standing for sure.” He said with a nod.

With a light blush, he pushed his fingers between your digits in an attempt to hold your hand, but your hands instead tightened and gripped tight together, as if rejecting him.

Actually, your entire hold on him tightened. His eyebrows furrowed curiously.

Next thing he knew, his feet were no longer on the ground. His first instinct was to struggle as he was suddenly lifted into the air. “What do you think you’re doing?” He whisper-shouted, wide eyes trying to peer at your face behind him, rage rising with his embarrassment.

“I’m just helping!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek into his back in a reassuring gesture. “Can you reach your book now?”

“Ah, right,” he muttered, his face heating to a deeper red as he hastily tore the book from the shelf and patted at your arm to let him down. “A little warning next time,” he chastised with a small smile, his anger clearly evident in the way he punctuated his request.

You gave a quick “sorry” but your smile showed no real apology. Well, he’ll have to wretch a real one out of you in a bout of punishment later. He hoped you’ll be looking forward to it as much he was thinking of it.

Asmodeus

Your ball ensemble for Diavolo’s ball was magnificent, and Asmo, as your date wore its perfect match. He could not be prouder of his efforts to make you both look stunning for your evening out. He designed the outfits himself, weeks before, and today he’d spent all day preparing the two of you—hair, make up, nails, last minute tailoring. It had been exhausting, but it was well worth it.

All eyes were on the two of you the moment you’d entered the room, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Not that it was unusual for people to stare at him—but tonight, you were on his arm, and he felt a sense of pride that was new to him.

Because I have you. And they can only dream to.

It took a few drinks to loosen you up to the idea of dancing.

“Just one song,” he begged throughout the evening.

You smiled and promised him just the one, and at three drinks, he had finally could lead you to the dance floor for at least a slow one. Having you in his arms was a delight, though you seemed so focused on your dancing that you were forgetting to have a good time yourself.

To lighten the mood, he made it a point to spin you, and then himself, rocking together with you before repeating the process. A spin for you, a spin for him. The two of you looked childish, almost ridiculous. The type of dancing a 5-year-old’s interpretation of a fairytale dance. Asmo, a man of allure and the pinnacle of sexy, was happy to play goofy if it meant making you smile.

It took another drink to get you on the floor again, but this time it was song that was much more upbeat. There was less concern in you now for your steps, a little sloppy, but full of joy, which is all Asmo wants. He gave you a cocky grin before lifting you slightly into the air and spun you.

Your laughter was the best song all night.

Much to his surprise, you locked your hands on to his waist and lifted him in return, mimicking his spin. Giggling in the thrill. Almost like a child, he asked for another spin and another, posing each time he was held up high for all to see until the song ended.

“Let’s see what else we can do with that strength of yours,” he panted, catching what breath he’d been losing in all his laughter.

“This one’s a bit of a slower one,” you commented. “Spinning might be—”

“Oh, no, honey. We’re done with dancing.”

Beelzebub

Beel’s a quiet guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affectionate. He was a hugger and he different types of hugs for different occasions.

He gave short but firm for hellos. He held a little longer for good byes. Thank you’s were half hugs and pats on the back. And I’m sorry’s were engulfing but gentle, never imposing. For comfort, he was

But this hug was a new one. It wasn’t one he’d ever given you before. And it wasn’t one his brothers had ever seen him do since he’d been down in the Devildom—not since Lilith.

He’d been gone for about five days—given some business direct from Diavolo to handle an incident on the other side of the Devildom with Lucifer in tow. Lucifer returned early, but Beel remained for two days more.

When Beel finally lumbered through the door relieved to be home. He was chilled from the rain pouring outside, hungrier than he’d ever felt in the past two decades, and in desperate need of some time to relax.

The first thing he heard was the patter of footsteps, running to meet his arrival.

“Beel, welcome home!” You shouted from the top of the stairs, laughing heartily as you came down to meet him quick as you could. Trailing behind you came Belphie, eager to meet him, but slowed down by his sin to reach him as fast as you did.

It was as if his exhaustion disappeared at seeing your smile, and your rush to meet him was so endearing, it warmed him—at least his face—instantly.

“Glad to be back,” he said with nod, opening his arms.

To his surprise you launched yourself into him, the momentum knocking into him. To keep balance, he gave you a spin, chuckling at your excitement.

“I missed you!” You shouted as he spun you about.

“I missed you too.”

He held you tight against him, and in response to his grip, you gripped him tightly back.

It’s an affectionate game of mimicry you two play often. If you tap a beat on his hand, he’ll tap it back with an addition. If you give him a kiss, he’ll give you two. Back and forth until one of you gives. It was a game generally played behind closed doors, but this was a special occasion—he missed you too much. Now it was game of who can give a tighter hug.

And he was determined to win.

He adjusted his arms around you to hold you just a little lower—and then lifted you off the ground. You giggled, pleased. It was only for a moment before he set you down. He grinned at you.

But his smile soon turned to shock when you in turn put your arms about his waist, lifting him and spinning.

Too stunned to respond, Beel lost the round.

“Never expected that out of you,” whistled an impressed Belphie, having finally descended down the stairs.

Beel could only nod, wide eyed in agreement.

You gave him a cocky grin, planting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest with pride. Beel too beamed with pride at his partner’s strength. He begins to invite you to workouts together, curious to see just how much you could lift.

Belphegor

Movie nights followed a very specific pattern. It was a scramble to get the boys together, and just when you think you’ve settled in, someone remembers something they’ve forgotten: popcorn, blankets, phones, chips, drinks, coasters, pillows. And of course, the matter of seating arrangements was always a battle. You had your designated seat, but the demons around you didn’t—each fought to take the seats beside you in some way shape or form.

“You had your turn last week!” Fumed Levi, glaring daggers at his younger brother Belphie.

It did little to persuade the seventh born who seemed to instead nuzzled his face deeper into your lap, a hint of a teasing smirk his only answer.

Grumbles and protests eventually died down as Lucifer threatened each one into settling in. Finally, they could all relax as the movie began to roll.

Lucifer fell asleep midway through. Mammon and Levi shouted out quotes in bouts of laughter. Satan shushed his elder brothers, and Asmo sighed and provided commentary on outfits and hair styles. Beel ate most of the popcorn and chips, munching away happily. Belphegor managed to last to its ending, but the minute the lights were brought back up, he went right to sleep, skipping the inevitable post-movie debates and commentaries by his brothers.

As it grew later into the evening, the boys slowly trickled out to their rooms to bed. You however, remained a pillow to the cat-napping avatar.

“I’ll carry him up,” offered Beel, the last of the conscious.

“No, I’ve got it.” You told him with a smile, a hand slowly stroking through Belphie’s hair as he slept. “I’m not quite tired yet. I’ll leave him undisturbed for just a bit longer.”

Beel nodded, and returned to his own room.

You browsed your phone for awhile longer, one hand mindlessly running through Belphie’s soft locks.

When you were good and ready for bed, you slowly sidled out from below Belphie. Carrying him was the easy part. The only difficulty you had was trying not to disturb him as you slipped your hands beneath him to lift him. You seemed to have succeeded, and Belphie was determined to let you believe it, amused that you were going to such lengths for him.

He’d been awake for some time, mostly from the time you started trailing your fingers through his hair. He didn’t dare move and let you know he was awake. He feared you’d stop if he did. So instead he laid and enjoyed your gentle petting him the way you might a beloved pet.

When you moved out from under him, he considered waking up to walk himself up, but the thought of you lifting him amused him greatly. He assumed you couldn’t, and to have you try and fail to do so would be the perfect time for him to wake up and tease you.

Much to his surprise however, you lifted him with ease, carrying him all the way to his room. He would be keeping this in mind for the next time he decided it was too much trouble to make the trip himself—play dead and he can get a free ride.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon #guess who's back #took me awhile to do this one #but it was a lot of fun #tryin' to come up with ways to have the boys lifted up #as well as get them some varied reactions was an interestin' challenge #i'm so sorry this took so long

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 5 years ago

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Little Bird - Mini

Request: wanted to ask you if you could do a Loki x teen!Reader. Where the reader meets Loki in some way and she touches him and connect their souls 'cause she has powers she doesn't know about. And then some day she's in pain or smth and Loki feels it and comes to her. And she finds out she just can connect her soul with someone she trusts. And loki is all sweet ? And angst maby. Please and thank you.

Pairing: Loki Odinson x teen!Reader

Chapter: Mini Story

A/N: Okay so I am not going to do official chapters but I think I will release a few mini stories about their lives together. Not sure how many I will do. I am really loving how adorable Loki is and his interaction with the reader. If you want to be tagged let me know. Hope ya’ll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two

“This is so not fair.” You whisper, out of breath.

Loki’s lean figure slightly leans forward, hovering over your own. His breathing is heavy and his hair tries to cling to what is left of his bun. You take in a few deep breaths of your own and ignore the sweat dripping off of your body. The team has been making you physically train. Not with your powers but with punches, kicks, and flips. When they said you would get to train, you initially thought this meant you would get to control these so-called powers you seem to possess. Apparently not!

“Once you can control your own body during a fight, controlling your powers will become easier.” Loki grins. “Besides, I like you on the floor gazing up at me.”

Loki takes pride in his little bedroom comment. Meanwhile you swing your leg around and knock him off his feet. A thud on the mat tells you that he is down and is time to get up. Using the little energy you have left, you push your body up into a standing position. Much like the way Nat or Steve do during a fight that in your opinion is a show-off move. Regardless, one night you asked Nat to teach you. You figured there may be some satisfaction in executing it one day. Funny how the time comes sooner than expected.

Looking down at the god beneath you, you can’t help but allow a well deserved smirk to take residence across your lips. This is the first fight you have won, hopefully it won’t be the last. Taking in Loki’s appearance, you begin to understand what is so appealing about being the one left standing. The dominant person standing.

“Don’t get used to it, little bird.” Loki breathes. “I’ll get my rematch later.”

“STOP!” Tony’s voice booms through the intercom. “I can’t take any more of your sexual banter in the training room. Keep it in the bedroom!”

A faint spread of heat rushes against your cheeks from Tony’s comment. Despite what most would think by looking at you, you are quite a private person about that area of your life. You know Tony is all talk and doesn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t even know what is going on behind closed doors at the compound. It would be quite shocking for them all to find out.

Tony gets called out for a meeting at Stark Industries and allows you to call it an early day. Thankfully he had to take Wanda and Vision so even they couldn’t make you practice meditating on your powers. Feeling them as a part of yourself and not as a threat, and accepting them. It will allow you to hone your powers and use them. Seems like there is a lot of stuff they are making you do first before actually letting you use your powers. Meanwhile, you’re sure they just went at it themselves without all this mumbo jumbo.

Following Loki back to his bedroom you are lost in thought about how to improve at your training so you can get to the next level. It barely registers that you sit on his bed crisscross as Loki disappears to the closet to change out of his training gear. With the snap of his fingers, you are now out of your own training gear and in your favorite pair of sweats and tank top.

“Time for a rematch.” Loki’s low deeps voice appears behind you.

His arms wrap around your torso and his fingers attack your stomach. You cry out in laughter and pain as you try to pry his hands off of you. As a child your father would constantly tickle you, usually in surprise attacks like this one. Twisting your body in his arms, you manage to face him. Loki’s smug face peers down at you. He thinks he has won. Guess again.

Suddenly his fingers are no longer moving. His arms are slowly unwrapped from your body. Their movement falters for a moment as Loki attempts to fight back, but you quickly regain control. Electricity thrums through your arms as your magic overpowers his. You manage to lift his arms above his hands against his bed railing. With a bit more concentration you will a free length of lace to wrap a nicely tight bow across Loki’s wrists. Now you are the one looking smug.

“You’ve been practicing without me.” Loki is breathless once again. “I have to say, if I wasn’t a bit terrified I would be 100% turned on.”

Leaning your body over his, you look deep into his eyes as you bring your face closer. As your lips meet, every nerve in your body is engulfed in flames. Never in your entire life have you met someone that makes you feel as alive as Loki. Even a simple kiss excites everything inside of you, even your bones. Never have you felt like losing such control but yet feeling as safe as could be. But before either of you could get carried away, you break the kiss and sit at the end of the bed.

“Definitely less terrified.” Loki gleams toward you. “Though we still need to be careful.”

Loki’s reminder saddens you. With a flick of your wrist Loki is released from his lace bondage. He is the one person in the world that you want but yet you cannot fully have him. Tony’s remark earlier left you a little flustered. Only because the two of you haven’t actually had sex yet. Neither one of you is in a big rush, but since you can’t it makes you want it more. Funny how that is always the case?

It was Loki’s idea. Since no one is sure of the full extent of your powers, he thinks it is best to keep emotions from an all-time high. You agreed and still do, most of the time. You often wonder if he is as miserable about it as you are. He doesn’t show it and you do your best to hid it as well. It isn’t always easy to be so close to him, alone, and not get what you want.

Sometimes you think Loki has another motive behind why you two should delay. He said he could be dangerous if he gets carried away. Since he has arrived in your life, outside of watching you sleep, you have been getting to know a lot about his past. He isn’t always eager to share but he does anyway. Some things take longer than others to surface but you know he is going to tell you in his time. You don’t want to rush him, but this particular comment definitely has peaked your interest.

“The first night in my room umm…” your cheeks turn a light pink as you think of the right words. “What did you mean by ‘I can get dangerous if I get carried away’?”

“I was hoping you didn’t remember that.” Loki lets out a shaking laugh. He takes your hands in his and concentrates on them instead of meeting your gaze. “I am not Asgardian like my brother. My birth father is from another realm where he is king of these horrible beasts.”

Loki’s voice begins to waver. He takes a moment to calm himself before continuing. His breathing is uneven still as he recalls all that he has learned about his heritage.

“Basically they are ice monsters. Cold is their pleasure and they have no problem harming anyone to get what they want.” Loki sneaks a glance at you to gage your reaction. “My natural form is a lot.. bluer, colder. I highly suggest you never touch me in this form. Legend says a single touch can turn anyone into frozen stone. I’ve never tried it, and I really do not want to start with you.” Loki sighs and you know he is finally getting to his point. “I am afraid that if we are intimate with one another I may lose control and my glamour will fade, revealing my true form. I worry that it will frighten you, and I worry of what I can do to you.”

You see that what is left of Loki’s calm and collected façade begin to fade. Obviously this isn’t a topic that he talks about often, and you feel honored that he could share it with you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sit on his lap and wrap your legs around his torso. As you stroke your fingers through his hair you feel a wet cold tear fall against your bare shoulder. Loki has been in pain a great deal of his life and has mastered the art of silent crying. You hope one day it won’t have to be so silent around you.

“Thank you for sharing with me.” Your voice is low, calming, soothing. “I believe we are what we decide to become, not who we are born. You may be blue and able to freeze things, but you are anything but a monster.”

Loki’s grip around your hips tightens as you speak. Most people in the past, even his brother, has written him off as the bad guy. Until recently did people begin to see the hero and ally that Loki has always wanted to become.

“You’re my hero, Loki.”

Loosening your hold on him, you peer into his tear stricken eyes. Leaning in close, you kiss his cheeks just below the eyes. Kissing away his tears. Revisiting Loki’s gaze, you look for an indication to stop but you find nothing. Again you lean in close and lightly brush your lips against his.

The fiery heat radiates off of your body like before. Though something is different this time. A cool electrifying current passes through, starting at your lips and spreads through your whole body. The feeling excites you as you realize this streak is coming from Loki. He is letting down his walls little by little, staying up enough to keep you safe.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assure him.

“Neither am I, little bird.” Loki’s cold breath brushes away your heated exterior. Quickly he gazes into your eyes before connecting his lips with yours once more.

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karasuno-writings · 5 years ago

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Edgy Hinata anon here!! Could i get a scenario (i think you havent wrote the last one so im sending a new one in case it was weird to write or smth) but where like Hinata was running in the snow and passes by 'my'/reader house and we pull him in coz its freezing and he gets cocoa with marshmallows and falls asleep eating biscuits or smth. Yeah, thanks!!

Hi!! I’m sorry!! I definitely still have your request!! It just happened to be sent after the sleepover so I decided I would answer it on the next sleepover or queue it up!! Of course I can! It will be a short and sweet one since it seems like it is for the sleepover so I hope it is okay!

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Volleyball club had just ended, and Hinata decided to rush home since snow had begun falling sooner than expected, which meant that if he arrived after the sun was down he would most likely freeze. After saying goodby to the ream he started skipping fairly quickly, almost as if racing the setting sun.

You were looking out the window at the snowflakes, inside the coziness of your home, when you saw a very familiar orange hair begin to approach, it was hard to miss it even with the snow falling. You hurried to the door and as soon as you opened it you felt how truly cold the day was, he would certainly get sick out there.

“Shoyo! Come on over! Get in!” You shouted before you could loose sight of him. He stoped, sliding a few centimeters before turning to face you, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He then ran over to you, you barely had time to get out of his way when he was inside.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you lived here.” He said smiling, immediately enjoying the warmth of your home as you walked over to him.

“Thank you so much! It’s really freezing out there, I was sure I wouldn’t make it to my house!” You led him into the kitchen where you heated up a mug of hot chocolate.

“I’d rather not have you sick, you can stay as long as you need” You said, handing him the mug and grabbing the plate of biscuits as the two of you moved in front of the fireplace, it was a long cozy night filled with stories. Hinata never forgot that day you invited him over to save him from the cold.

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taesamorcito · 6 years ago

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What’s your love story with your gf if you don’t mind me asking?

anon this is going to be long because i never get to tell the story or talk about my relationship since me and my gf aren’t out yet :( don’t worry i’ll add a tl;dr at the end in case you wanted the short version

so we met in uni, we shared a few classes at the end of 2015 but truly got to know each other during the second half 2016 because shared almost every class during that semester. She was really easy talk to and really friendly and funny and so smart so i was always asking for help in class :( we started hanging out more often and i saw her every day so i kind of started liking her but didn’t want to admit until she got a boyfriend and that felt :/// that happened in september/october idr, but i do remember i always got mad when she cancelled plans with me to be with him or like got really sad or uncomfortable would bring up the subject :( so by now i knew i liked her but just brushed off as a simple crush.

Fast forward to summer 2017 january i came out to her while i was drunk lmao i sent her multiple texts saying that i was bi that i was sorry and if she didn’t want to be my friend i understood it and blah blah blah, i didnt tell her i had a crush on her tho!! she replied the next morning saying she was okay with it that i shouldn’t be apologizing and that it was really (tbh i was too embarassed to even read it so idk what else was there) i just told her “let’s forget abt this pls” and we did, we didn’t mention it ever again lmao So idk when but thing started to change when classes started in march again we didn’t have classes together so i didn’t see her a lot in uni but i visited her house quite often and things started to change . she was always very touchy but now she held my hand more often or if we were watching movies she would cuddle with me it was really nice, but it just fueled the crush i had :((

MAY 2017 her birthday came and she had a party obviously her bf was there :) this is where i knew that it was more than a crush because i remember that when i saw them kissing my heart really fucking hurt even though i was drunk, later that night he went home and i stayed over with other friends and for a few minutes we cuddled a bit while sleeping and that just felt so perfect :((( but it didnt last long because one friend was so drunk he wouldn’t shut up and we had to calm him down. so now i KNOW im in love with a straight girl with a bf

JUNE 2017 all the cuddling and hand holding and hugs and touchy acts were starting to get to me on one hand it felt nice and wonderful and perfect on the other she still had a bf and for me she was in love with him so :/// i was determined to put some distance between us so one saturday night my parents were out of town and i invited some high school friends over and got really really really drunk and i just texted her “hey im sorry but i need to stay away from you” or smth and she called because she wanted to know why or what had happened i couldn’t fucking talk to her, words literally wouldn’t come out of my mouth and all i could say was “you don’t realize?” (TALK ABT DRAMATIC) she got frustrated with me and said “i wanted to fix this but if that’s what you want ill give your space” MY DRUNK ASS THEN THOUGHT IT WAS A GREAT IDEA TO TELL HER THE REASON BEHIND AND JUST CONFESSED VIA TEXT it said smth like “i like you but i know you dont because you have a bf and that’s okay but i really need to forget abt you so i need space” she answered the next morning saying she was surprised but now understood better and she will give me the space i needed but if i promise i would go back to being her friend after, i was too embarassed and was kind of short with my answers and the whole thing ended up in bad terms that day

destiny was a fucking bitch because the next day and the following days i kept running into her at uni and it was so awkward we both didnt know what to do :/ three days later she texted me if we could talk and i agreed and she cried bc she didn’t know what i expected her to do if i wanted her to ignored me completely or if a hi was okay and i just didnt know how to handle everything and at the end we agreed no contact or speaking but that lasted like a day because i thought everything over that night and realize that i was being a selfish idiot and that the situation was making everything worse because now i thought about her even more and just wasn’t working as i thought. we talked the next day and i asked her if we could forget abt everything and just act normally BUT BEFORE THAT AKSCLNAS i asked her to tell me that she’ll never see me like more than a friend and that she loved her bf she did and then we agreed to forget abt this

the following days were so awkward for me because i was so embarrased abt this whole fiasco but she didn’t let me avoid her lmao and well she was extra touchy now i remember that not long after we got back too being in good terms we took a cab to her house and during most of the ride she was hugging me or holding my hand she says it was bc she wanted everything to go back to normal.

JULY 2017 my favorite month sooooo she and her bf started having problems (i think this started months before but i was just finding out because of our mutual friend) and our cuddling and hand holding had increased a lot :( one night we were skyping and her mom comes in and she mentions smth abt her bf being in the past and i was just :O but didnt say anything until the next day and she confirmed it, she said the feelings just weren’t there and that she had tried to break it up much sooner but he asked for a second chance but at the end it wasn’t fair for either of them to continue so she ended it, i told her i was sorry to hear that and didnt really talk abt it that much, days passed and midterms started and i had trouble with this particular course so i asked her if i could sleep over her house and stay up studying she agreed and well KCLKCNANCANCM it was late like past midnight almost 1 am and i wasn’t getting any of the stuff she was tired so we kinid of said fuck it. she turned off the lights and i was just messing around with the music from her lap we both layed down and obviously she cuddled and i tried to distract myself changing the music but i could feel her face really close like realllyyyyyy close so i turned my head and i could feel how close our lips were but i quickly turned back to looking at the laptop because i thought it was an accident but she didnt move and i turned my head again and i could see she was awake but didnt move away so i did lmao i was so fucking nervous and i turned again to see her reaction but this time she kissed me!!!! it was so soft and tender and just magical it was an undescrible feeling still one of my favorite moments ever :( after that she just smiled and said “let’s sleep” so i closed the laptop and hug her and tried to sleep but i couldn’t because i didnt know what it meant or what she expected from me or if she even liked me dkascla next morning was cute too we were woken up by a noise and she just got closer to me and gave me a small peck on the lips and went back to sleep and i just died again and held her closer and went back to bed

we talked abt it days later lmao midterms ended and there was a party and after it i slept over her house and just drunkly asked her if this was a game or just smth she was curious abt or why she had kissed me that day, she said she liked me :D and that this wasn’t a game and i told her ok let’s talk more when im not this drunk mvlmsnackjc we dated for months but we count as part of the relationship and i finally asked her to be my gf in november 2017 after giving her a cd with all the songs i listenned since i knew i liked her aslcnscncl dumb i know but in that moment i thought it would be cute and i also gave her this necklace i used as a charm

now she’s in this uni program that’s really good for her career but it involves her being in another continent for a year, she left in march 2018 but came to visit in august !!!! and still has a few days until she has to go back but will come for a few days for christmas and then she’ll be back in march for good nnckascnaskcnasnd it’s hard but i love her and wouldn’t change any of it

TL;DR we met in uni, i liked her, she had a bf, i confessed while drunk, she said it was okay but only saw me as a friend, broke up with her bf, kissed me and now we’ve been together for a year and 2 months

#there you go anono #this was cute to think abt before going to bed #hope you don't get bored #love you for asking this <3333 #answered

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missklou · 7 years ago

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Bts reaction {Wanting to break up because of his insecurities} Part 2/2 Maknae Line.

Part one HERE.

(for people that make gifs/gifsets, I absolutely adore your work, if you do not approve the use of your gifs please let me know and I’ll stop)

(Currently taking requests)

Request: Helloooo! I’m a bit overexcited but I’d love to read a reaction in which the members doubt themselves (about looks or characteristics or smth) and want to break up with their s/o because they feel like they aren’t enough (heavy angst oh boy) but with a happy ending in which their s/o reassures them and they kiss, hug etc… just fluff :) Not sure if you write angst but yeah that’d be great <3

Mini scenarios (not even that mini, I’m sorry I have a problem) with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more

Warnings: Heavy angst.

Jungkook:

Jungkook criticised himself a lot.

You can see it in his eyes when he watches himself in MVs and interviews, the way he just seems so unpleased and serious always bugged you, but it was something Jungkook had to deal himself.

Being the golden maknae was hard but Jungkook owned his nickname. He took his job -and passion- very seriously and it was required a lot of you to get him to show his insecurities and let you help him with them.

Their comeback was approaching fast and Jungkook was not happy with his appearance at all. All tho you insisted that he looked beautiful and fresh, he often complained about “looking expressionless” or not having double eyelids, looking puffy. Every day it was a different excuse for his dissatisfaction and you were getting tired.

-Do you see it? -He points at himself in the last shot of the video. -Why can’t I get the choreography right like hyungs?

“Why can’t I look good like hyungs?”, “Why is hyung so good?”, “Woah hyungs look so awesome.”

You had enough of it.

They had been filming their mv for the past hours and all Jungkook did was talk poorly about himself, all the other boys had made mistakes too, they got lost too and had unperfect shots as well, why did Jungkook put himself down like that all the time?

-Ya stop! -You raise your voice at him when he looks disappointedly at his reflection in the mirror, he turns surprised, the boys exchange confused looks as well, you walk towards him and slap his muscular arm, he shrinks.

-Ah! What is it Y/n? -He looks hurt and you slap him again.

-Why do you keep insulting my boyfriend? -You yell, the staff around you chuckled at how cute you two looked together. -Ya! He’s the most beautiful, talented, amazing boyfriend in the world, why do you keep saying he isn’t? -You pout at him, he grins and you hit him again, he grabs your hands, laughing loudly.

-Stop beating me noona!!

-Then stop talking about yourself like that! Your eyes are the size of a plate, you don’t need double eyelids! Your arms look strong you muscle pig, your dance is perfect and that’s why you are at the front! -He nods in agreement, promising to stop putting himself down. -Damn it you look so hot! I thought I was going to pass out because of how amazing you are looking.

-Stop exaggerating! -Jungkook gives you his bunny smile, you widen your eyes.

-Do you take me for a liar punk? I thought I was going to have a heart attack! You could have killed me with this looks!

-Okay, okay, you are embarrassing me, you look like my mom. -He hugs you, tugging you to his chest.

-We all need Y/n’s in our lives, it’s like she’s his number one fan. -Hoseok laughs with the other members, crossed arms all looking at you.

-Damn right I am. -You say, shaking your head. -And I’m biased as hell, I must say! My boyfriend is the coolest!

(by jungkook-gifs)

Jimin:

Jimin constantly talked bad about himself.

If your boyfriend had one flaw, it would be his lack of self-appreciation. Of course, he praised himself a lot and talked about how handsome he is, but you could see it in his eyes that he meant it as a joke, and none of that was taken to heart.

There was nothing that you wanted more than to grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he could see himself the way you see him.

You knew exactly when Jimin was upset. He was never good at hiding his feelings, and when there was something wrong he rather tell you right away, knowing you would find out sooner or later

You knew Jimin was jealous over your dance routine but he is a grown man and he would have to deal with jealousy since you two were in the entertainment business. The music wasn't even sexual, it was funny and colorful and your group happens to have a collaboration with a male group, which earned you a dance partner in the choreography.

Jimin didn't want to interfere with your job because he knew just how serious you were about it, instead, he tried to keep his worries to himself and maybe that was the cause of his breakdown.

You are in the dance room, trying to coordinate the steps with your partner. All though you are the main dancer of your group, some parts were choreographed by him and you are having a hard time getting them down since he has a different style than yours.

Jimin would often teach you dance steps and help you choreograph, it was hard learning with him because you were so distracted by your boyfriend's beauty and glow when dancing, even when he was just explaining it, you felt like in a daze. It was nothing like that with that boy, the steps were difficult and you paid attention only to your feet, which made you bump into each other so hard you end up on the floor.

You have to hold your bodies from the way you are laughing hysterically, he even tries to sit down and apologize but you are laughing so hard from the embarrassment that he ends up just lying on the floor next to you again, following your laughing.

He teases you about being clumsy for the rest of practice and you talk more than dance. When you get out of the dance room you find Jimin waiting in the hallway.

-Baby! Why are you here? -You only ask him because you thought he wouldn't have a day off until next week, but Jimin seems to understand it in another way.

-Why? Should I not come? You don't want me here? -His eyes are dark and tense, you stop on your feet, looking shocked at your dance partner and friend, he shrinks his shoulders and murmurs "I'll be leaving you alone" before running for his life.

-What is up Jimin? Why are you mad?

He only looks at you, eyes roaming your face as if he is looking for something.

-Let's break up.

You feel something inside you scream but you can't voice it, all you do is stare at him dumbfounded until he turns away and leaves.

It takes a lot of time to recompose.

By the time you were able to move again and go to your apartment Jimin is in the process of packing his things, you notice that he no longer looks angry, just seems that he cried on his way as well.

-Why? -You ask, standing in the door frame of your room, watching him throw his things into a bag. -Was it something I did? Or say? -He doesn't answer and that pisses you off. -I deserve to know why you are leaving me Jimin!

-Because! -He shouts, letting his bag drop to the floor, he looks so lost and small for a moment that you forget that he's angry, overwhelmed with how good he looks flushed. -You could have better!

You freeze at his words.

-You just... -He is lost in his thoughts, trying to get them all out at once. -I can never make you smile or laugh like that! I got there to see if I could take you home and you were laughing to brightly, so beautiful... -His voice starts to lower as he seems to lack strength. -I can't even concentrate on my dances thinking about you in that room with the man I can't ever be! -You are about to interrupt him but he's too fast. -He's tall, charming, shameless, he has abs, can teach you how to dance better than I have ever managed to do and can even make you laugh like that! -His eyes are filled up with tears now. -And here I am, a second-rate dancer, receiving comments that I don't show my abs anymore because I don't have any or that our relationship is fake because you are too pretty for me...

You cross the room in seconds and push Jimin to your bed, he loses his balance and sits, you put one leg on each side of him and sit on his lap.

-I can't even concentrate on what you are saying because of how good you look. -You tell him, your hands cup his face. -I can never learn when you teach me because I am always so stunned by the way you move your body Jimin.

His mouth opens but he can't say anything, his hands grab at your waist.

-No one can take me to another world like you do Jimin, no one. Seung Jun can get every fucking step right but he could never have the fire that you have in your eyes when you dance. You can't learn to have this kind of passion, you can't learn how to make people see your mind working while you move, only you can do it... It’s like being surrounded, it’s like you are everywhere and that is exactly what got us together, remember? -You kiss him once, then twice, having a hard time to pull away. -I saw you dancing, the way only you can do it and my heart went crazy Jimin. Do you remember how I chased you for a week? I couldn’t get over you!

He smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons.

-Now let’s show these motherfuckers who doesn't have abs. -You take his shirt off, nails digging in his back the moment he pulls you closer to him, rubbing against his erection.

(by @mvssmedia)

Taehyung:

You and Taehyung had been trying to get pregnant for the past two years.

Even with all the failed attempts, Tae wouldn’t let you lose hope. One of the things he loved most in the world was kids and you wanted more than anything to see Taehyung as a father, the father of your child.

You tried everything but you still ended up in a clinic, trying to find out what was wrong and why you couldn’t have a healthy pregnancy.

Test results showed that you and Taehyung were perfectly normal.

For some reason, that drained the remnant will you had and left you completely discourage.

You started to get seriously sick. Depression dragged you into a dark hole where you couldn’t manage to eat, sleep or function the way you should, the fear that you might never be a mom or that the universe is playing you is heavy on your shoulders and what you didn’t realize is that it was hitting Taehyung as well.

Because he was so focused on supporting you, it passed unnoticed how troubled he also was, how seeing you so unmotivated upset him beyond limits. One day he got home and found you wrapped in blankets, crying your eyes out over a drama where the girl was telling the guy that she was pregnant; The scene was happy but you were so sad over the matter that you couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably.

Your boyfriend approached, he kneeled in front of you on the floor and petted your head.

-Y/N, I can’t do this anymore. -He whispers, his low voice hits you so hard your sobs get louder and more tears strain down your face.

-Tae...

-I’m sorry baby, I really am but... I can’t see you like this okay? I feel so bad to be doing this to you, we have to break up.

You sit up at the same time, shocked.

-I brought up that we should have kids. -His hands fall to his sides, he stares at the couch, too scared to meet your swollen eyes. -I promised you a beautiful and healthy child that I seem to be incapable of making. -Taehyung sounds so destroyed inside that you wonder why you didn’t notice it earlier, that he has been blaming it on himself. -And now you are like this because of me, because I couldn’t be a good husband, I’m not strong enough to take care of you and you deserve that. -His voice shakes like he’s too scared to say it. -You deserve someone that can give you all of your dreams and I know how much you want to be a mother...

You drag your body out of the couch and sit in your husband’s lap, hugging his waist and hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

-Don’t do this to me. -You ask him in a small voice, he hugs you back tightly, cheek pressing against your head. -Don’t hurt yourself Tae, you destroy me when you do that. -You close your eyes, overwhelmed with his perfume and warmth. -This is not our fault Taetae... You are right, I really want to be a mom but you want to be a dad just as bad, we are giving it our best. -You lean back to see his face with heart eyes. -We are going to do this because there is no reason for us not to succeed, we are going to have the most beautiful girl ever and she is going to grow strong and talented like her father. I don’t want to have children with anyone else Tae, it’s only you, and that is because you are the only one that can take care of me. -You go back to hugging him and he pulls you both to lay on the floor, your head rests on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat. -We are going to go through this together.

-We are. -He repeats, to make sure.

-I love you.

-I love you too jagi... But it is going to be a boy.

You laugh out loud before weakly slapping him in the arm.

(By @4cyphers)

(THIS IS SO SHORT IN COMPARISON TO PART 1 OMG I’M SORRY)

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wabart · 7 years ago

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companions react to ss dying, but being animated like handsome jack on their pip-boy or smth?

Thanks for the request! For this one, I only used companions that could take Sole’s Pip-Boy. So, there’s no Dogmeat or Strong.

Cait: She always felt like trash. Since Sole had died- an event for which she blamed herself- she’d begun drinking more heavily. Her thoughts wandered to chems more often, and there was little to stop her from partaking in them now. She sat on the couch, staring down at the Jet in her hands. It’s the same arm that wears Sole’s Pip-Boy. She can’t bear to look directly at it without thinking of them. She lifts the Jet canister to her lips, slouching back to get ready for the high.

“Wow. We spent hours goin’ through that vault just for you to throw it all away once I’m gone. I’m offended.” Puzzled, she looks around the room. The echoing voice of Sole is there, and she wonders to herself if she drank more than she thought. She hadn’t even puffed any Jet yet, so why was she hearing things? She cursed quietly, hoping she wasn’t going crazy.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you. From what I remember; I was pretty much 80% of your impulse control.” She scoffs at the voice mocking her. “Yeah, right. More like 60, if you ask me.” She hears familiar laughter, and notices a light on the Pip-Boy blinking in time with it. She can’t help but smile, happy to hear their voice again.

Codsworth: Everyone in Sanctuary had noticed how obsessively- or, rather, more obsessively- the Mr. Handy had been looking after things once his employer had passed away. He’d go over the same spots three, sometimes four times before circling around to do it again. He’d talk to himself, saying things like, “There, there, old chap. No need to be upset.” or “Just the way Mrs/Mr. Likes it!” He seemed to be going crazy. The residents kept away from him, for fear of the spinning razor of his to be used on them, rather than on trimming the dead hedges outside of Sole’s house.

He’d been humming some Pre-War song from his memory banks one day, furiously dusting the shelves in what used to be Sole’s bedroom. From the bedside table, where their old Pip-Boy lay, came what sounded like a grumble. He coasted over, curious about the sound. The screen lit up, but only showed the scrolling code of the interface. After a few seconds, the Mr. Handy did his version of a shrug, and floated away. He continued humming, going about re-dusting the whole room.

“Buddy, you really gotta mix it up. I’m getting bored to death here. Oh, wait-” The familiar voice of the Mr. Handy’s employer forces a gasp of surprise from the bot. He swirls around, seeing some kind of projection of them lying on the bed. He floats over, haltingly nervous. While he can’t make out the exact details of the projection, he can tell it’s now sitting up and looking at him.

“Ma’am/Sir! You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice! Oh, I could sing!”

Curie: “Psst, Curie!” Came a whisper on the wind. The synth woman had grown more used to the familiar voice of her now-deceased comrade floating through her work space. She discovered, after much worrying about her mental state, that their Pip-Boy had stored a model of their likeness; projecting it to her for a reason she had not discovered. She was a woman of science, but her speciality was not in electronics such as this personal computing accessory. Now, her old colleague would float around her, attempting to distract her form her experiments.

They were of some use- in that they could disappear and collect information for her, or spook people she didn’t want in her laboratory. Other than that, no tests had been conclusive- Sole couldn’t interact with objects actively, but rather passively. They could walk on floors or lean on counters, but they couldn’t force anything. Sole also had a radius in which they could exist- approximately 100 metres of the Pip-Boy, which she kept on her person for their sake.

While the discovery of their projection was shocking- it caused her to drop a glass vial, but otherwise no more damage was caused- Curie grew fond of it. It was similar to having Sole around before their death, but they used up less bandages and disinfectant. While they couldn’t easily protect her as she went into the world to collect data, she had learnt from them how to fight effectively. They would also warn her whenever an enemy would approach. Altogether, she was thankful for them. But, she was anxious for the day when the Pip-Boy’s battery eventually died, and could no longer conjure Sole’s likeness.

She figured she should enjoy her time with her friend while she still had it.

Danse: He was working on his power armour as he had been for the past five and a half months since Sole’s death. He’d been working on Sole’s last request- a weird one, but one he’d do nonetheless. He was told to find Sturges in Sanctuary to integrate their Pip-Boy interface into his power armour. The both of them had been working hard, and he was just putting on the finishing touches.

Nearly two months’ work- only breaking for bare necessity- was finally standing before him. It didn’t look any different, and though he knew nothing amazing or catastrophic would happen, he was still a bit disappointed. Somewhere in his head, he thought that maybe if he fulfilled their last request, they’d come back.

He stepped into his power armor, deciding to try out the new interface. It flickered on, and he saw a man with blonde hair, as well a the health of his suit of armor. He flipped through the interface, not paying much attention to it. He found an ‘Inventory’ tab, under which only one item sat. It was labelled ‘Danse.txt’ and, figuring that since it said it name, it was for him; he opened it. Words flashed across the screen, and it was hard to read them at the speed they moved. The last thing he caught was something he was sure was from Sole.

“These days, you always smile like you’re going to cry. Please, give me a real smile. Just this once.”

Deacon: “Pay attention to me.” Sole said, standing with their hands on their hips behind Carrington, who was telling the spy something about a new safehouse. He was trying his best to pay attention to the doctor, but the recently-deceased partner-in-crime over the man’s shoulder was incredibly distracting. He supposed, since no-one else seemed to be able to see them, that he should have told someone about it sooner. But, he couldn’t risk being taken off the field. The only way he was distracting himself from his loss was by burying himself in his work.

He rubbed idly at his wrist where his partner’s Pip-Boy was attached, nodding idly to the doctor before him. Carrington walked off, and Deacon let out a low sigh. He made his way out of the escape tunnel, heading straight toward a place where he could be alone. He went to an abandoned apartment store, immediately lifting his sunglasses to his head so he could rub at his tired eyes in distress. When he opened them, he let out a defeated noise.

His dead partner, illuminated in the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, sat on the counter of the store, watching him. Their expression was too familiar, and it made him want to throw a nearby can through their hologram of a head. It clanged against the boarded-up window behind them, and they let out a disgruntled ‘hey’. He leans against the counter opposite him, not wanting to or able to bear being near them. Silence passes through the store.

“Why did you have to leave?” He chokes out, his breath burning in his chest. He pushes up his sunglasses, conscious of the burning behind his eyes. Even if they were dead, he still wasn’t comfortable with showing them his weakness. They regard him with a sad sigh, standing from the counter to approach him.

“…I’m here now, aren’t I?” Sole stands in front of him, their arms crossed over their chest. He lets out a wry chuckle, running his hand over his face. “This is the only time I’d accept a hug from you, and you can’t even give me one.” Sole gives him a pitying frown, leaning on the counter next to him. Attempting to cheer him up, they reach an arm behind him and let out a loud ‘ooh, ahh!’ as it appears through his stomach. He lets out an amused scoff and tries to bat away the arm coming through his torso.

“So, does this mean we should change our name to ‘Deacon and the Holograms’?”

Hancock: The clouds of Jet and cigarette smoke were much thicker in the Old State House as of late. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, when the Mayor would stumble out onto his balcony, the smoke releasing like a vacuum into the night, that he was trying to ignore his grief with chems. It seemed to have become his cure-all; He’d spend loads on caps just to get high for a few minutes and forget the dull throbbing of his chest. He was finally alone.

He rolled off the couch, snatching a bottle of vodka from Fahrenheit’s latest delivery of goods that sat in a pile near the door. He clawed at it with shaking hands, desperately trying to get at the alcohol inside. He could feel his depression seeping in again, and he dropped the thing with a defeated sob. He collapsed on the ground, hoping that he’d just pass out and die along with the last of his dignity.

From the couch, he could feel he was being watched. A ghost, one he was sure was being conjured up by his tormented and drug-filled mind, sat on the couch at all hours. It wouldn’t leave, no matter what he said or did. It felt like a sick trick being played on him. “I need to you to go on living without me.” Sole says from the couch, drawing a defeated scoff from the ghoul.

“Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He whined, but his heart wasn’t in it. Illusion or not, he couldn’t bear to be angry with Sole. They meant too much to him. “Don’t you understand? You were the best thing about me! You were what I loved most about life, and now you’re not even in it.” He splayed out his arms, feeling surprisingly drowsy. He spotted the ghost moving closer, and it lied down next to him.

He wanted a hug. He just wanted to be held by his one friend, but they couldn’t. It was like some sick form of torture.

MacCready: He’d returned to his familiar spot in the Third Rail. Preston, the new general of the Minutemen, had invited him to stay at whichever settlement he wanted. But, after living a sedentary lifestyle for a few months to grieve, he was restless. He sat on the couch of the V.I.P. room, sipping a bottle of Bourbon. He’d only just gotten tipsy when the Pip-Boy on his wrist began beeping. A voice came from it, and with every syllable he was filled more and more with dread.

“You know you’re not even allowed to drink. You’re, like, 13.” The familiar teasing tone from the Pip-Boy made him drop the liquor in his hand. He was fighting to get the thing off him with one hand, but he was too shaky. He manages to slip his hand out of it without undoing the clasps, tossing it onto the couch. Sole, or rather, the Pip-boy, lets out a whining ‘hey’ when it bounces on the red cushion. The mercenary eyes the device, taking a shaky breath. Silence passes between them, and he begins to wonder if maybe he played a holotape by accident. Or, perhaps he was more drunk than he thought.

He runs a hand over his mouth, his chest heaving. He settles back down, lifting the bottle of Bourbon from its place on the ground to his lips.

“Hey, what did I say? Where is Preston when you need him? Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to leave you alone in a bar? You can’t even pay your tab!” The mercenary puts down the bottle with a huff. “Hey, I can fend for myself, you know!” He points an accusatory finger at the Pip-Boy sitting beside him.

“Oh, really? Because you’re yelling at a high-tech fashion accessory right now, pal! You don’t exactly seem stable to me!” He lets out a groan of frustration. Despite him missing Sole with every fibre of his being, he did not miss being sassed by them.

“You’re a high-tech fashion accessory!” He shouts, not bothering to keep his voice down. He takes a swig of Bourbon, the frustration he was feeling melting into bitterness. “So, you’re a Pip-Boy now. That’s… new.” He shakes his head, having wanted to come up with something better to say. A familiar wry chuckle comes from the device.

“Yeah, really. Your wrist is, like, super sweaty, by the way. You should really see someone about that.” He lets out a scoff and a quiet ‘shut up’. Silence falls over them again, but it’s almost content. He takes another swig, a deep frown on his lips. He spares a glance to the accessory, feeling unusually like it’s looking at him, too.

“Letting go of you will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do.” He sighs, putting a cigarette between his lips in the hopes of shutting himself up. There’s a silence, and it bears down on him; crushing his chest and leaving him feeling like he needs to gasp in air by the lungful just to breathe. The emptiness left behind by them is more than he’s able to bear. Just when he thought he’d be able to have only nice, technicolor memories of Lucy; death found him again.

“Then don’t let me go.”

Nick: The radio was old; easily older than he was. It was no surprise when it inevitably died. Though the synth typically had no quarrels with the silence, recent events had made the Agency feel lonelier than usual. Hesitantly, he opens the drawer of his desk to pull out the Pip-Boy his old partner had left him.

He puts it down on his desk, fiddling with it to get it to work. It zaps him at one point, and he begins to wonder how much he’d have to bribe Piper with to let him take her radio. The device crackling to life draws his yellow eyes to it. He wipes the dust and grime from it, his brow furrowing when ‘Hello!’ is the only thing displayed on the screen. He shakes it; having done some brilliant I.T. work, and it being one of the multitude of solutions he had. He goes to turn it off and on again, but the screen flashes a new message.

“Wow, not even a hello? That’s a bit rude. And here I was, thinking you still had that Old-World charm you always brag about.” He reads the messages out quietly, looking puzzled. He leans back in his chair, making sure Ellie was indeed out at the noodle stand before completely embarrassing himself.

“Ah, hello?” He tries. The screen flashes, and a new message shows. “Hey! It’s been a while, huh, partner?” He lets out a scoff, assuming it’s some old prank. If he found who messed with Sole’s Pip-Boy, he’d tear them a new one. Evidently, the prank was prepared for his heavy eye-rolling.

“I promise this isn’t a prank. It’s me, Sole.” With a displeased grumble, he puts down the Pip-Boy. “That’s in poor taste.” He grumbles out, unable to remove the deep frown etched into his features. The Pip-Boy lets out a small beep, and he hazards a glance at the screen.

“I’ll prove it.” He reads. The screen flashes again, and then goes blank. He inspects the Pip-Boy closely, not seeing anything else happen. His brow is still furrowed in confusion.

“Please forgive me. It’s hard to get that interface working, and well, you didn’t exactly pay a whole ton of attention to the thing.” A familiar voice comes from behind him. He swivels around, seeing his old partner. Sole, despite being not-quite-there, is just as he remembers. He lets out a scoff, an amazed smile on his face.

“Hell of a trick, kid.”

X6-88: He kept the Pip-Boy. It was the first time he’d ever lied directly to his superiors in the SRB. He knew that if he didn’t hide it well, it’d be the end of him, and worse, he’d never see it again. He was never one for being outwardly sentimental. Of course, he’d told Sole when he was impressed by their skill, or when they did well. He never told them he enjoyed being around them, more than anyone else he’d met. He never told them he would be proud to call them his friend.

He’d been spending more time dawdling on missions as of late. He remembered that Sole always walked slowly outside, watching the sky or the water with a small smile. He’d taken up doing the same less because he found the sight visually appealing, and more as an homage to this amazing being who had inspired him so.

He was sitting on a rooftop; ‘scouting out the area’, he’d decided to say, if anyone asked. He fiddled with the device between his hands, not really trying to do anything with it. Evidently, he’d pressed something, because a loud beep sounded from it. He decided it would be best to set it down.

He watches the sun slowly setting the sky on fire; letting out a low sigh as he’d seen Sole do so many times before. He wasn’t sure why it was nice, but it made him feel almost calm. It was the most peaceful he’d felt his entire existence, not to mention since the future of the Institute had died.

“I like the evening sky more than the morning. Something about seeing everything turn into a silhouette against the bright oranges and yellows is just amazing. I also love when the clouds are like cotton candy against the blue sky.” X6 looked to his left, seeing a vague figure sitting there. With furrowed brows, he reached out to touch them. This was Sole, no doubt; but for one, they were dead. Two, if they somehow weren’t, how did they sneak up on him? He was starting to doubt himself.

Piper: “Any juicy new information for me?” Piper asks as her old friend floats through her office. Like Curie, she was shocked by the Pip-Boy projecting Sole back into the world. She was slightly more violent towards the hologram at first; trying to shoot it out of her office while it tried to explain. Now, she used Sole’d new-found ability to be good at scouting out information for new stories. Piper had become the best newspaper in the history of Boston thanks to Sole’s death.

While she had trouble writing, or doing… anything, just after Sole’s death, being able to work with this weird hologram version of them gave her some good closure.

Preston: Sole had given him so much to live for; so much life was thriving in the settlements they’d made, and now he had people to rely on him. Things could finally be good. All that was missing was them.

He sat in bed reading, so as to distract himself from creeping thoughts. He’d been using their old Pip-Boy as a light to read by, finding it as a pleasant reminder of them. His sappy, poetic side compared it to Sole being a literal light in the darkness. It was effective in its job, except until the screen turned off completely. With brows furrowed, he tapped the screen. It did nothing, so he tried again.

“Oh, I love that book!” Comes a voice from behind him. With an incredibly effeminate shriek and a wild dive for the floor, he leaves his book behind. A translucent version of Sole’s face, the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, in coming through the wall above his bed. It’s busting a gut laughing at him, and moves through to sit on his bed.

“You’re about as graceful as a train barreling through a china shop. Or a baby doe on a trampoline!” Sole dissolves into a fit of laughter, hardly concealing it for his sake. He lies on the ground, watching this relic of his lost friend with amazement. They quiet after a while, their gaze landing on him.

“It’s good to see you again, General.”

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