#it just feels like no man's sky with a teensy bit more to do in it

[mostlygibberish]

I got Starfield for a single Australian dollar and I've played about ten hours of it now and still have no idea what I think of it.

[hiya-im-mary]

HEWWO SELF SHIPPING PEOPLES!!!!!!!

So…I was watching a gud childhood show. Ohhh and the Cockroaches. Then I found out that they made another show called Zig and Sharko.

With a shark. him named Sharko…

…Am I gonna get a new f/o?! I’m mainly f/o’ing him cuz he feels so similar to Fishook,but…skewed to the left a teensy bit!!! This would be my first f/o from a cartoon as well!!!!!!!!!!!

AIAIAHSJSHS I JUST WUV HIM!!! I’M ALREADU IMAGINING MY SWLF INSERT!!!

I just…fell out of the sky one day. I’m not familiar with planes,and is a mystery as to how I got here,but I AM!!!!

I happen to hang around Sharko a lot,MOSTLY him. And he becomes a sort surrogate parent/mentor/older figure in my life,and I follow him EVERYWHERE cuz I LOVE SHARKS BOI!!!!!! BUT!!! I also happen to like doing stuff with Zig. Like taking him to tea parties and dancing and stuff!!! Which confuses him (But he gets used to it…maybe even likes it) and it makes things more tense with Sharko. BUT!! It only means that MAYBE he has a better chance of eating Marina…right…?! Yeah,she can be a distraction… (And yet he always gets thrown into the volcano still!!)

I sort of just follow the shark man around like a baby duckling seeing whatever they see for the firsts time and imprinting them as their mama!!! But this is mainly just cuz I LOVE SHARKS!!! There’s a REAL MERMAID here,and yet I am captivated by the shark guy!!!!!!

SHARKYKINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THE SECOND IMAGE HE IS SQUISHY!!!! AAAAAA I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD BOI!!!!!!!!!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I'm a fairly new follower and I'm so glad to have found your blog. Congratulations!!

I'm curious what you will come up with this:

☠️🦖 "I would never have hurt you like you hurt me" for Benny!

Hey there! Welcome, welcome! The more the merrier!

And this is great, my goodness, this quote is so apt for this man and everything he puts the poor courier through.

(Also, just a heads up, this one is a teensy bit suggestive, but nothing explicitly NSFW happens at all. )

I hope you like it! 😁

The courier sat up slowly in bed, their tired eyes going instantly to an indistinct movement in the darkened corner of the hotel room. A dim morning glow brought their attention to their partner as the light played subtly over the white in his checkered jacket.

"You're leaving?" They voiced hoarsely.

Benny's gaze snapped to them as he finished donning his coat, his dark eyes glinting in the near-darkness, and then creasing over with a furrowed brow in a poor imitation of a genuine apology.

"Aw, you know how it is, baby. All good things gotta come to an end. Even our sweet song's gotta make room for the others on the radio."

Six rubbed at their eyes sleepily as their brain slowly moved to process his words.

"Ain't nothing to do with you though," He continued hastily as he approached their once shared bed. "No way, no how. 'S just the way things need to be, is all. Was real good seein' you again though."

Benny sat down beside them on the bed, his feet still on the floor, still prepared to leave, but he twisted his body to look Six's way as he spoke, reaching out one hand to brush softly over their thigh, where it rested beneath the thin bed sheet.

"Real good, sweetie-pie. Wouldn't trade last night's bit o' hey hey for the world..." Subtly and slowly, as he spoke, Six noticed the way Benny's free hand reached for the platinum chip on the bedside table, pulling it deftly into the safety of his palm. "Just New Vegas, is all."

"So this is it, then?" Six pulled their thigh away from his touch brisquely. "This is what you do?"

Hurt plastered to his face at their movement away from him, his eyebrows creasing together tightly, wrinkling his brow as he fixed them with sad eyes.

"Not catchin' your meaning there, doll. You can be sure as a mirage shimmers that I ain't done somethin' like this with any of the regulars of mine."

He said it as though that'd make them feel better.

Six's glare only hardened.

"Nah, babe, you're no dime-a-dozen." His hand reached out to them again, more firmly this time as he placed it back on their leg, giving it a squeeze he'd likely imagined would be reassuring. "You're platinum, just like I said last night."

Six's glare softened at the reminder of their shared evening, the sweet nothings, the gentle touches, the soft praise... but still, they shook their head at him.

"If I meant half as much as that chip does to you, you would stay here with me. We could figure this out together. Like we talked about."

"It's just not the way things are out here, lovebird." His hand moved over them again, stroking up and down their thigh as his voice took on a thinly concealed condescending tone. "It's the way a man's gotta be in the Mojave. A broad too. Any of us go gettin' too familiar, the risk only goes sky high, just like your old man's tower, ya dig? This is what's safest, trust me."

Six recoiled again, pulling away from his hand's stroking over them until they reached clear to the other side of the bed.

"Safest?" They hissed the word. "You're kidding me, right? If you gave two shits about my safety, I'd still know my own goddamn name. I wouldn't have these scars, Benny." One hand motioned to the bullet wounds he'd gifted them. Right on their face for the world to see. For them to remind him.

Benny flinched visibly at their gesture.

"If you gave a single damn about me, I wouldn't have had to be dragged out from 6 feet under by 'my old man's' protectron."

"Baby, that's just how we make it out here." Meekly, he scooted closer to them on the bed, his feet leaving the ground as the mattress bared his whole weight. "It was nothing personal, sweetheart. If you was in my position--"

"I never would have hurt you the way you hurt me, Benny. Never. It's not who I am."

They stood up, escaping any final attempt he made at reaching out to them, and wrapping their naked form securely in the bedsheets as they stepped away.

"You can go on trying to convince everyone that they're just as shitty as you are," They continued, malice dripping from their words, a mixture of anger and disappointment clouding their eyes. "That they're just as self-centered and cruel, but no matter how you tried to sweet talk me, no matter how many cute names you called me, no matter how softly you took me into your bed, you'll never again be able to convince me that you're anything more than a self-serving coward. A small, weak man whose greatest weapon is his own piss-poor excuses."

Benny's anger didn't boil over the way their's did, he didn't snap back at them, or try to defend himself, his eyes didn't harden and his brows didn't furrow. The chairman only sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you're right, baby."

He stood up from the bed, one hand going to carefully place the platinum chip into the inside pocket of his chessboard blazer.

"May just be you're right about the ole Ben-Man, but... Thing is, I'm still here, doll. Not many cats I've met can say the same, ya dig?"

He ran his hands over himself, smoothing down any wrinkles in his clothes as he stepped to the vanity near the door. Pulling a comb from its drawers, Benny moved to fix his greased and curled hair before setting the comb back down carefully and turning to leave.

His hand set upon the doorknob, and just as the door opened towards him, Benny looked back over his shoulder.

"Might just give you something to think about."

[a-simp-20]

Hi there!!

First off, Happy New Year!! And I came to know that it was your birthday a few days ago too, so sorry for being late but I wanna wish you a very happy belated birthday too😘😘😘💖💖

Since your requests are finally open again, and since I had said last month that I'd request sth when you did open , could I request some Kento fluff (maybe with a teensy bit angst if you'd like!) where it's like, they somehow happen to meet completely randomly and hit it off and are all friendly and everything, but the both of them start harboring feelings for each other but neither wants to confess bc they're nervous? And then it's fluff in the end?

Thank you💖

💕Confessions💕 [Kento Yamazaki X Reader]

AIB Cast Masterlist

Note: - Yay! I was going to find your user but I forgot what you user name was!, so glad you're back!. Also thanks for the wishes! And happy 2022 to you too!

- yellow + Italics +[] = [Song Lyrics]

Characters: Kento Yamazaki, Y/n, Suda Masaki, Dori Sakurada, Keita Machida (maybe I'll add him to the masterlist too-)

Summary: You met the actor Yamazaki Kento so suddenly at a summer festival. You two became close and started to get feelings for each other..but both are too afraid to confess!

Warning!: jealous! Kento, Yelling (from kento to reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: none

Tags: @hyunsuks-beanie another Kento fic!, thanks for requesting friend!..i tried doing the angst and i really like how it goes! And nice request! (Also sorry if it took too long! I've been busy with school! 😭)

Enjoy!~

{-YOASOBI. Tracing That Dream}

[Beautiful flowers decorating the night sky The light tightly enveloped the city sound]

"Okay, guess I'll see you next time"

"Sure Kenken..see you soon"

"Okay, bye and have a good night rest"

[Beep]

You sighed and put your phone on your bed side drawer. You settled yourself in your bed, looking at your rooms ceiling thinking about your feelings for the young Actor that you just met a month ago. You would always wonder on how you two became friends so quickly, usually normal celebrities would just walk away if they ever bumped into their fans they would instantly walk away while apologizing..but Kento was different, he instead talked to you through out the whole intire hour as the time passes by.

"I wonder how he feels about me..in the summer festival.."

[1 Month ago..]

The sound of the festivals chimes and music passes your ears as you sat there alone wearing a Kimono and holding a wish paper that you bought from the shrine "Good luck huh?" You say to yourself, looking down at the tiny scroll that say's "Good luck: you will find good luck for this year's summer, and may find your true love"

You sighed and got up the bench that you sat on, still holding the tiny scroll in your Hands. You are not alone at the festival, you Were with your two big sisters and their husbands..which was awkward. At first you didn't actually wanted to go to the summer festival, but your mom says that you needed some fresh air so you just go for it.

Now you're here alone, both of your sisters said that they forgot you were with them and just went back home, "Why am I still here anyways?, with this useless wish paper that has nothing but words of hope in them."you continue to walk through the festival, seeing people with their friends and family doing festivities and buying warm food, you kept walking as you almost made it to the exit until you bumped into someone "Ah! I'm sorry, i didn't know where i was going" You say and looked up to see a tall figure with a plastic bag that had a gold fish in it and a wish paper in his hand "Ah it's okay, i was just going in to return this fish..turns out my niece didn't wanted it" He chuckles and you realized he's Yamazaki Kento, a very handsome and clean man "Ah! You're- I'm sorry I should go-" "No wait!..i- well..i-" "Kento!" Someone yells at him from behind as another man that is shorter than Kento and looks way more calmer than the nervous Kento that is in front of you "I've been looking for you everywhere, oh and By the way your brother and his family said they have to go home since their daughter is tired" It was Masaki Suda, another famous Actor you knew that is close to Kento Yamazaki for a very long time now.

"Oh! Sorry! Are you Kento's friend??" He asked with a soft smile on his face "Oh uh.. No we just happened to bump into each other that's all Suda-san" Dori says smiling at him "Ah~ i see, well since the three of is are all here..why not we all get to know each other and i'll treat us all for Ramen?, i know it's sudden but-" "It's okay!- i mean i would love to" You said smiling.

[Present..]

It is already morning in a blink of an eye. You got off your bed and got ready for work, it's a Coincedince actually that you got a job because of Kento, you now Work at his friends Egency that he introduced you to him back in 2021. After getting ready and preparing your bento you got out of your house and locked it behind you. After locking your house you made your way to the bus Station, it wasn't that far from your housing complex.

After waiting the bus finally came and you got in then payed for your bus ride, told the driver where you were heading and went to sit at any spot available inside the bus.

[A few minutes later..]

You got out of the bus as you finally made it to Amuse Inc. A very tall and high building, a incorporation of famous and new Japanese actors and actresses/Stage Actor/actresses and more. You got into the building and went inside the elevator "Wait! Don't close the door!" You heard a male voice say as you pushed the '< >' button as the man got inside the elevator as the door's closed "Oh it's you!, Kento's Friend right?" The man said and you looked up To see the Actor Sakurada Dori "Oh..uh hey!.. Yeah I'm his friend, I'm glad I got a job here because of him.. And you! You too Mr.Sakurada" "Don't call me Mr! I feel old now.." He says frowning while stretching his face, the door opens to your floor "Uh- I gotta go yeah sorry" "Oh yeah sure! Say you wanna hang out with me and Kento after we Shoot?" "Yeah yeah sure!" You yelled while walking "Alright! I'll let him know! Bye bye!" You didn't heard what he said as you got your desk and started working on some files for the models, and some magazines you need to read then take notes of, and other stuff that the company gave you.

You sighed to yourself as you worked at anything that they gave you. You couldn't even focus because he was stuck in your mind ever since last night's conversation with him. He couldn't leave your mind, you so really want to confess your love to Kento but you feel anxious whether if you want to confess to him or not. Than you suddenly remember on what Dori asked you, if you wanted to spend the time with him and Kento this Afternoon after they shoot for their new series that they are both in and you realize that you accepted Dori's Offer.

After that it was finally time for you to go and meet up with Dori And Kento at the studio. Dori texted you to come out of the building cause he and Kento decided to pick you up from the agency to the studio. You got up from your desk and packed up your things as you went inside the elevator to go to the first floor.

The door of the elevator opened as you got pit of it. You were now in front of the building as you searched on which car they were in until you heard someone call your name "Y/n! Over here!" A very familiar voice shouts as you saw Dori waving his hand from inside a car on the back seat of the car as Kento's head also poked out of it in the other seat of the back of the car that was back of the passenger seat. In the car there are two back seat's, one in the usual spot and one at the very back. You went you went towards the car as you got in it sitting right next to Kento, the other seat right next to Dori was occupied by his other friend that is from another agency Keita Machida. Both Dori and Kento were still in their characters costumes except for Keita cause his character wasn't supposed to be in today's shoot, he just decided to come along to hang out with the three.

"So where are we going first?" Keita asked the three, Dori responding to his question "Well maybe we should eat first! I'm hungry!" "Uh..Dori you just ate rice with meat and an egg..aren't you full?" Kento asked "Well I have separate stomach for more food Yamaken!" He chirps with a wide grin on his face "Seeing you with you hair down with hair gel and piercing's on tour face while smiling is weird Sakurada" Keita chuckles "Hey! Watch it I love my face covered in these cool looking piercing's! Don't you agree Y/n Chan?" Dori asked looking at you with a smile "yeah! You look great Dori" You say giggling. Kento was right next to you just looking at how great if you and Dori would become a couple, seeing on how both you and Dori's liking's are the same..Kenro felt something weird inside him. His chest started to hurt as he looks at you then to Dori then to you again, seeing you smile on hearing Dori talk hurts him.

He shrugs it off for awhile as you all made it to the restaurant on where the three of you decided to eat at. The restaurant was more like a shop than a fancy restaurant itself, but hey at least it had food!. The four of them sat together facing the other person, You were sitting right next to Keita and right in front of you was Dori, Kento beside him. This made Kento more hurt and furious, but he just acted like everything was fine to him even though it wasn't "So what do you guys want to order?" You say finally not being anxious anymore on talking to the three boys "How about curry?, that sounds great right Yamaken?" Dori ask him as he pat's Kento on the back "Oh yeah! It sounds great." Kento says smiling a bit "Then I'll have the same" Keita says and so do you.

Kento called for the Waitress near them and ordered the curry's that you all want and your drinks. The four of you began waiting for you food and drink's to arrive by talking about your day and work, you looked at Kento and saw that he wasn't speaking anything, a frown was on his face "So Kento, how was your day at the shoot?" You ask him with a warm smile on your face as he looks up at you and the other two boy's "Oh, it went well. Playing as the Main character can be hard sometimes but, it's also quite fun too" He say's smiling bit.

The food and drinks finally arrive as they were placed on the table. The aroma of the curry immediately hit's you as your stomach growl's and Kento chuckles, you blushed and smiled at him and went back to look down at your curry as you grabbed your spoon to scoop the delicious looking food "This is good!" Dori chirps happily and continues to eat the curry.

After eating it was already evening and the four of you made a choice to walk at a nearby park. The driver stopped at a Park that was filled with lamp posts and a cement oath that led to several house looking decks to cover yourself if there were to be raining "Wanna go for a walk?" Kento asked you and you just nodded "Don't mind us! We'll be just wandering around here!" Dori yells as he went to another path that was the right "Same here!" Keita say's and went to the right path of the park, leaving just the both of you to Go straight ahead.

The light of the lamp posts shining you and Kento's path, since it was already night time. You and Kento continue to walk through the cold night under the moonlight that is shining above the both of you "Kento, I saw you looking upset today..i was just wondering what's going on? You can tell me anything." You say as you stopped at your tracks as Kento stopped right in front of you, as he turned around "Oh you noticed?.. I- it was nothing" "Are you sure-" "YES I'M SURE!!" He yell's and you froze on the spot, you never seen him luke this before or even yell before "I'm sorry for yelling at you it's just..hard to say it to you on what i was thinking.." He say's and cover's his face and he crouches down still covering his view from you.

He didn't want to see you, or even hear your voice from what he just did. He Yelled at you, the woman that he likes the most that he thinks likes his close friend that is also his neighbor "Kento." You say with a hushed voice as you approached his crouching figure, you crouched in front of him as you gently open both of his hands from his face. You met to see his face, eyes reed and puffy from crying in silence as he looks up to see your soft expression

"Kento.."

"Y-y/n, i'm sorry the truth is that i was jealous on seeing how talkative you Were towards Dori." He say's with a smile on his face "Damn i feel like a total kid now..crying over a simple thing, just like how my big Brother reacted when i was given all the attention because I was still young and he was older..but hey he learned that having a little brother isn't that bad" He chuckles and so did you "Okay number one why are we talking about your brother now?.. And second, I don't like Dori if that males you better Kento" You say and smiled at him.

This time you smiled at Him and not someone else, He made you smile this time. He finally done it, and he thinks to himself if he wants to confess now to later,"Kento" You say his name that made him snap out of his thoughts, as you got up and hold out your hand for him to grab. He grabbed your hand to stand up until you hugged him as he said those final words that you barely could hear if the words he said were true.

"I'm in love with you..Y/n"

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[look up,

Final of the fireworks is now here wrapping over two

World of no sound in the silence, you speak “I’m in love with you”]

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Sydney

Pairing: Felix x gn. reader

Genre:

Word Count: 0.73k words

Part of the Sound of Love event

Mellow speaks: This song was so adorable to write ahhh but I'm a teensy bit nervous about how this turned out. This one is yet again for my lovely 🫒anon, and I hope you enjoy this bb! Do lmk how it was!

Tagging: @freckledwinterfalls

I hate New York City All the lights are way too bright Million people on the street They're all living their own lives

Pulling the earphone out, you can't help but steal a glance at your boyfriend, contently scrolling through his phone as he sits next to you on the metro.

Felix feels your gaze on him, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looks up, his lips curving up ever so softly. "What is it?," he asks, a quizzical expression on his face, one that you've come to love dearly.

You can only shake your head, finding yourself unable to put into words what you're feeling. You look down at your phone once more, biting your lip at the name of the song that's still playing. But suddenly, the device is pulled away from your grasp, a sigh escaping Felix as he stares at the screen.

"Again?," he asks, his voice gentle as he smiles even brighter. All you do is nod in response, feeling yourself grow flustered even as your heart swells with love for the man beside you.

And I'm a stranger Just a face they'll never know Somebody unimportant People come and people go

Two years. That's how long it has been since you stepped off the plane at Syndey Airport, ready to start a new life, nervous though you were. But life in such a big city sure had many more downsides than you would have thought.

The world's so big and I'm so small The ocean's deep as the sky is tall Sometimes I feel like I'm nobody at all

The bright lights soon started hurting your eyes, and before long, you came to learn that in the sea of faces that you met every single day, you too, were just another unknown face, someone who wasn't worth remembering.

But you make me feel like I'm someone, you do 'Cause I know I'm someone to you Make me feel like I matter, you do 'Cause I know I matter to you

And then, Felix stepped into your life, sitting next to you on a metro just like he is today. He had made small talk with you, but you never would have thought that by the time your stop arrived, you would have exchanged numbers with him.

I hate busy parties All the music's way too loud Feel like nobody can see me But you hold me in the crowd

The rest, of course, is history, as he took it upon himself to show you what it means to be important to someone, what it means to feel like you matter. He's always been by your side since that day, holding your hand whenever you felt at the end of your nerves and calming you down.

And for a moment I feel better being there Like I'm somebody important Just because I know you care

Crowds have always been scary for you, the loud noise threatening to overwhelm you as you try to wade through the swarm of bodies. But his fingers intertwined with yours are enough to make you let out a sigh of relief, your heartbeat becoming less erratic as you finally get used to the feeling.

The world's so big and I'm so small The ocean's deep as the sky is tall Sometimes I feel like I'm nobody at all

Sydney was scary for you, and it still is sometimes. But Felix is the reason you stayed, and now, you don't plan on ever leaving him. Because he's your solace, he's your refuge. Sure, the world is still just as big as it used to be.

But you make me feel like I'm someone, you do 'Cause I know I'm someone to you Make me feel like I matter, you do 'Cause I know I matter to you I know I matter to you I know I matter to you

But now, the height of the sky doesn't scare you anymore. Now, it makes you want to fly, and you know you have it in you to do just that, as long as you have your man next to you.

And that's why, when you look at him again this time, the sunlight highlighting his features, your eyes are filled with not only love and hope, but also confidence. Confidence that he helped you find.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 1

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: face-sitting💜cream-pie💜anonymous sex (prompt list by @the-purity-pen​)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 740+

warnings: pairing is an established relationship, a teensy bit of angst in the beginning, oral sex (f receiving), allusion to more sex at the end, dirty talk, swearing, pet names (sweetheart, angel, cowboy/cowgirl💀💀), semi-cringey use of a cowboy hat, very cringey horse/riding puns (i apologize y’all but this man makes me go stupid go crazy ✋😔), reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: first day ahh!!!!! i hope y’all like these spicy lil thangs ✨ i would say don’t mind me being a complete whore w these, but isn’t that the point? 🤪 well i don’t slut-shame so let’s jump right into this kinktober together! i hope you enjoy! :) <3

gif by @hunterschafer 

Saturday has finally arrived, putting an end to the stressful and busy week you just got dragged through. All loose ends have been tied up - emails have been sent, bills have been paid, schedules for next week have been confirmed - and you are gifted with a long weekend to spend with Jack, to do absolutely nothing if you please. 

Jack took you on a walk around the city earlier, scoping out restaurants you want to try in the future, small businesses you could potentially do some holiday shopping at. Midway through fall, the air was crisp, the sun was warm, the sky barely had any clouds, the breeze refreshing and consistent. Autumn’s breath swirled around your ethereal figure, around every magnificent curve and across every beautiful plane, as if it were unable to stop its playful fingers from gliding over your body admiringly. Every now and then it would get a little more flirtatious, blowing the hem of your short dress up ever so slightly to innocently get a larger peek at you. 

Jack thanked the wind for its boldness, sharing its adoration for you. His eyes remained puppy-dog-like throughout the day, enraptured by the beauty that is you. He admired that, after going through the motions of your week, you managed to carry such a positive aura. While walking along the sidewalk, you turned back to look at him and let him know how much you appreciated his little date, and he was awestruck by your glow. He took pride in the fact that he had something to do with making you look so happy. At ease, relaxed, a bundle of joy. He kept his loving gaze as you turned back around and watched as the breeze played with your hair. 

Back home now, panties and shoes long discarded at the edge of the bed, you straddle Jack’s head. His warm hands knead the chilled, soft meat of the backs of your thighs, the desire to caress them unwavering ever since they were flashed to him by the mischievous wind. Your folds are explored through lazy glides of his tongue and your fingers comb Jack’s hair back from his blissed-out face. His eyes close as his tongue increases in speed, taking up a rhythm that makes your eyelids stutter. 

His hands slide up over your ass and bunch the fabric of your dress around your waist, a nonverbal cue for you to take it off. You do as he wishes, lifting it up over your head and tossing it onto the mattress behind you. A satisfactory moan comes from his throat and vibrates through your pussy. Fingers returning to knot in his hair, your hips gain a mind of their own and start to buck back and forth on Jack’s mouth. You praise him, “That feels so fucking good, Jack.” 

He unlatches his mouth from your entrance momentarily, “That’s it, ride my face, sweetheart.” 

You take locks of his hair like reins and feverishly grind your dripping sex against his needy tongue. Guttural moans and groans escape from both of you as your approach your climax. His grip suddenly stops your movements, his mouth leaves you and a whimper bubbles out of your chest. Confusion clouds your mind until Jack leans to his side and grabs his cowboy hat off of the edge of the bed. He drops it on your head, pushes it down so it fits better and explains, “If my cowgirl is gonna ride me, she needs the proper uniform.” 

You both erupt in a fit of giggles. He’s stupidly goofy, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. He opens his mouth back up and eagerly dives back into your cunt, grabbing your ass and spreading you wide so he can lick deeper into you. In no time at all, he has you soaking his tongue with a rush of your slick, calling out his name and gripping his hat so it doesn’t fall off as you ride your stallion.

Descending from your peak, you make your way down Jack’s body and mold your wrecked figure to his, capturing his mouth with yours. He rolls you onto your back and plants a kiss on each of your cheeks before taking his hat back, placing it on his head and smirking down at you. You tease, “You going to tame your mustang now, cowboy?” 

He laughs and tips the brim of his hat at you, “I sure am, angel.” 

💘taglist: @pascalpanic​

[orieriee]

Genshin men giving you nicknames pt. 2

Author's note: So I have this old pieces of headcanons or imagines that I'm gonna repost here because it's still fun to read in my opinion :0 and I added new characters too so yeahh

Pairings: Arataki Itto, Thoma, Xiao, Albedo x gn! reader (separate)

Warnings: petnames, nicknames, fluff

Arataki 'Numero Uno' Itto

✸ SUNSHINE!!! Have you heard his morning voiceline?? UGH I'M OBSESSED

✸ morning sunshine~ I MIGHT SIMPLY PAST AWAY EACH MORNING

✸ Other than sunshine, maybe my moon and my stars are two that I can actually picture him calling

✸ He likes to give you sky objects nicknames. He might even call you mini mars at some point 🤩

✸ My little onikabuto is a weird nickname but sure itto, however you want it for you

✸ He uses them A LOT like a lot, he adores you so much that he gave you so many cute nicknames

✸ He uses babe sometimes but he likes to use sunshine more, 100%

✸ Give him a cute or loving nickname back, he'll love it more than anything.

✸ I pull itto because of his personality please he's so funny I love him 😭

Thoma, my malewife:

✿ I am still furious that he didn't come home during his banner😡 I wasted my primos for C4 xiangling and somehow C4 rosaria and I don't even use them

✿ He's a literal gentleman, I would want to date this guy 100%, he gives you respectful nicknames

✿ He doesn't call you with nicknames unless you want him to because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

✿ "Oh, uh… You gave me a nickname? D-Do you want-? W-what should I give you back then?" WITH BLUSHING FLUSTERED FACE BECAUSE YOU JUST GAVE HIM A CUTE LOVING NICKNAME

✿ My prince/princess is one of his candidate for a nickname but I think he's more of umm

✿ milady, milord. Yes. That's it. But srsly Thoma, just give me any nicknames and I'll be happy 😭

✿ For more intimate sessions, he likes to call you with 'my love'

✿ Just imagine, while cuddling, "Oh, you just got out of the hot bath?" sniffs you 'you smell amazing my love.'

✿ AND THE FACT U DIDN'T COME HOME IS AN INSULT THOMA, COME HOME AND KISS ME AND WE MAKE OUT AND I'LL FORGIVE YOU

Xiao and Albedo are under the cut!

Call out my name *tetetetet* Adeptus Xiao

❃ NOPE. Don't get you hopes high up on this man. Don't even dream I think 🤡

❃ He almost never calls you with your own name let alone giving you cute nicknames✋😃

❃ No, I don't hate Xiao. I sacrificed all of my primogems for him. I main him. I'm just stating (un-canon) facts here

❃ It would be like "Hey… So… You're back from your adventure." "yeah" "You're not…. hurt or anything, I see." "I have some... Uh... Spare almond tofu. Eat it. You look malnourished from the long journey." Xiao😭

❃ But he does treasure you by his heart though. He's just a huge tsundere. Come here Xiao, lemme give you a good big ol' hug.

❃ He loves you but just doesn't use nicknames. Not even the teensy tiny bit of babe, baby or honey, dearest, no.

❃ But would be internally SO proud if you defend him by calling him yours though.

❃ "If you ever disrespect my precious xiao again, I guarantee you'll never see the sun rise again." with a d3ath glare

❃ Xiao: "y-yours?? Ugh- forget it." *pride is there but hides it so well*

Albedoooooo ALBEDOOOO u SUS

✧ I don't think you should get your hopes high too on this man.

✧ Perhaps like Diluc (read part 1), would only call you nicknames in private AND when he feels like it

✧ 'My dear' for fluffy intimate sessions and 'sweetheart' for flirting

✧ And when you want to give him nicknames, just don't mention his height. I feel like he would be less appreciative if you mention that

✧ Actually likes it when you nickname him with something around his passion like artsy boy, smarty pants, mr. painter, mr. alchemist, smarty boy, mr artist, etc.

✧Just imagine ruffling his hair out of the blue and calling him, 'smart boy or good boy' after he figures something out or succeeds a difficult task/experiment

✧ He'll be boom, a blushing mess, but then try to regain his composure

✧ "Cough ehem thank you dear. Couldn't have done it without your support."

[ktheist]

finale — show me yours & i’ll show you mine

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis. 

“show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

x

“be nice," taehyung mouths across from you as he sits next to mina.

the red handprints on his cheeks becoming more apparent with each passing minute. it was half-believable to say taehyung fell face first in the snow, got stuck there for more than two minutes and voila, sported a red face upon your return to the kim’s.

but now, you’re just lucky no one’s pointing out the very obvious palm shaped mark on his pudgy cheeks as he stuffs his face with food.

“oh, mina, do you have any plans tomorrow? you could stay over and spend christmas morning with us," mrs kim asks as she passes the bowl of the roasted potatoes seokjin’s been boasting about.

“o-oh,” the brunette stammers, holding the fork with both hands as if citing a prayer of hope, “no, i couldn’t intrude on you any longer.”

“no such thing, we’re all family here.” mrs kim waves a dismissive hand and even that brief gesture feels warm, “___’s mother and i have known your mother since we were kids and i watch you two grow up with my boys - you’re basically  daughters i never had,” she shoots you a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

not seeing the remark coming, you end up almost choking on the mushroom soup you’re just in the middle of enjoying.

“i can’t say i’d love to have tae as a sibling but here we are,” you jest, half-heartedly while laughter erupts from everyone at the table.

if there’s a god, please don’t let mrs kim find out i fucked her oldest son.

“i heard yuukal co is interested in your flower arrangements and wanna buy exclusive rights to have you deliver them to the company whenever they have an event lined up?” namjoon chirps up, dimples digging into his cheek as he digs into his 

“the secretary of yuukal co was an acquaintance of mine in college, that’s probably why.” the brunette says shyly, pushing her hair to the back of her ear.

“so, you’re not planning on going back to college?” 

but it’s your voice that makes her blink once and stare at you like you’re some tricky math question.

“what- oh,” she shakes her head, as if shaking away the trance that delayed her response, “i don’t know, my major has nothing to do with what i want to do so i’m thinking of taking another year off.”

you nod casually. understandingly. “i’m sure the college has plenty of spots for people who actually wants to be there, i guess.”

it’s not a new low. but it’s a kind of low you never usually stoop to.

no one seems to notice though, as mina laughs. obviously uncomfortable by your remark, “haha yeah.”

“taehyung got offered a job at the company he interned in last year,” with a smack on the aforementioned boy’s back, seokjin proudly announces.

and just like that, taehyung takes the spotlight to himself.

“oh my god, that’s wonderful news. kim taehyung, when were you going to tell us?” mrs. kim is the first to say something, eyes brimming with anticipation as she looks at him, waiting for him to tell everyone at the table more about it.

but the fact of the matter is, kim taehyung is torn between working a nine-to-five, subsequently making his parents proud or going professional as a full time gamer.

he breathes out an ‘uh...’ before his lips curl into a forced smile.

“surprise?”

x

some time after dinner, you end up drinking and playing card games. mrs kim already went to bed and it's a hour past midnight and all four of your find yourselves in your house to not disturb the kim couples.

the grinch is playing in the background because you, taehyung and mina won against namjoon and seokjin who wanted to watch frozen.

“frozen is so unchristmasy,” taehyung complained.

though, at one point, you did backtrack a little - only a teensy bit - and sided with seokjin who looked like he just won a lottery when you casually say, “i mean frozen’s got that wintry feeling and christmas is in-”

“oh girl, not you choosing a man over your best friend,” taehyung started tickling your sides as giggles erupted from your lips while trying to beg for forgiveness.

 “okay! okay! i’m grinch team all the way!”

“is that allowed? yah! you can’t say that after converting to team frozen!” seokjin’s rebuttal sounded every bit casual.

in retrospect, him joining taehyung’s ticklish assault would have felt out of character had you not fucked behind taehyung’s back nor kissed like you were star crossed lovers just hours ago.

“two against one! not fair! seokjin- ah- hahahaha!” 

one good thing came out of it though: you ended up sitting next to seokjin. it made you a little too conscious of him - of his cologne, of his thigh that brushes against yours with every movement you make and pretend like it’s nothing and of the ghost of a touch of his pinky finger that lingers on your knee when he seemingly places a hand on his own knee. 

still, it’s the closest you could ever be in public and it’s enough to tell mina to back off.

she doesn’t seem to notice but her compliments are equally distributed to everyone in the room. she seems to be the giggly drunk. giggling at every single thing everyone say.

somewhere deep in your heart, you feel the guilt gnawing because of your uncalled for hostility.

“i better get home,” she starts to stand at 3:07 am and you wave a dismissive hand, “no, it’s so late. stay over. please. you promised to make me your special hot chocolate in the morning.”

she objects at first like she turned down mrs kim’s invitation to spend christmas morning at the kim’s. and that’s how you know your views have been blinded with jealousy to see mina for who she is - a cute, lovable girl who’d be the heroine of every romance novel there is.

“oh thank you, thank you!” her arms flail around before they wrap around you in a drunken hug.

you laugh, hugging back.

x

the memories of how you huddled together like children and fell asleep in the living room, is hazy but when you wake up - the time on your screen displaying a 6 something am - you find a blanket draped over your body.

the light from the kitchen pours over the living room but not enough to wake the slumbering bodies there.

seokjin shoots you a smile when he sees you ambling over to the dining table with hair pointing in every direction, eyes squinting trying to block out the light while holding the blanket around your shoulders.

“you’re working? jinnie, it’s christmas,” you whine, head resting on his shoulder, feeling your heartbeat skip at the small contact.

he chuckles, bumping his cheek against your head before you hear the sound the keyboard again.

you stay like that, blanket curled around your body, seokjin typing away at his laptop.

that is, until his velvet voice cuts through the silence.

“so... i reckon that red handprint on tae’s cheek isn’t because he fell face first in snow.”

“it was because i slapped him in the face,” you wave your injured hand that’s now wrapped with a panda printed band aid instead of the duck ones seokjin used in the beginning.

he takes your hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the injury and kisses the top of your hand, “why would you do that?”

your cheeks warm at the gesture but you clear your throat, trying to play it cool, “because he told me we looked good together after all that shit he put us through.”

silence lulls in once again.

it feels like the longest you’ve ever gone with your heart palpitating inside your chest and unspoken words hovering over you but not quite reaching the who they’re supposed to reach.

“do we?” seokjin muses.

“do we... what?” you ask despite having an inkling of what he means.

“look good.” he turns to you, one arm on the table, thumb brushing against your pinky finger.

“i don’t know- we never even took selfies together.” you shrug.

“i think our selfies would look cute,” he pauses, naturally pouty lips curling into a smile, “so cute that the guys in your dm’s would be devastated to know that you’re dating me.”

“i can’t... do this,” the words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall like it’s bound to pour out of your heart through your mouth at some point, “because taehyung was... right. i don’t have a love language - even if i did, it’d be being jealous of every girl that talks to you. lashing out at those girls even though it’s completely understandable why they’d have heart eyes when they talk to you because you’re just that amazing... and... and... you like me? why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like someone personally plucked stars from the sky and trap them in those dark brown irises.

no- actually, he’s looking at you like you’re the star and he’s the moon that shines silver white rays just to have you notice him.

“who’s to say i don’t get jealous?” he cups your face, brows furrowing like you’re a math question without a solution and he’s going mad trying to figure you out, “i get so jealous at the thought of guys sliding into your dm’s, let alone make a pass on you but then i thought ‘if she’s not looking at me then i just have to try harder to make her notice me’ and i might or might not’ve reciprocated mina’s passes to make you jealous...”

you feel the corners of your lips tugging into a smile as you smack his chest lightly, “ass.”

that earns a chuckle from the man before he goes on, “but i’m not even sure what my love language is either, last i used it, i ended up getting dumped because apparently i’m too boring.”

“you’re not boring...” red flashes in your vision as you spit out the word, offended, “your dad jokes are bad but that’s what makes them so lovable. you’re so tall but you’re a literal walking teddy bear. you have biggest, kindest heart... and you’re so hung.”

something devious and prideful flashes across his eyes for the briefest moment before he asks ever so softly, “yeah?”

“yes.” you take his hands and grip them tightly, wishing the touch would convey your feelings.

“isn’t that kind of your love language?” his thumb feels callous against your skin as he rubs circles on the back of your hand. but that’s what makes this feels real - an affirmation that you’re not dreaming, “so... show me more... show yours and i’ll show you mine.”

you’d want to say you share a deep, passionate kiss to seal your promise for each other. but when you open your eyes - not knowing when you closed it - you’re staring at the white ceiling with neon starry stickers tacked up on it. 

and seokjin?

he’s nowhere to be found.

the morning air sends shivers down your spine as you pull your blanket over your head, trying to tune out taehyung’s voice.

but the universe seems set on kicking your sleepy ass of your bed when the door swings open with a bang! 

“get up! get up! it’s christmas!” the tall boy literally screams in your ears before hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and setting you down on the toilet in the bathroom with a “you better wash your face by the time i come back!”

you do as told.

eventually.

since the presents are all set under the christmas tree at the kim’s and you’re not looking to upload a christmas morning story in mismatched pj’s, you change into a cute totoro onesie.

mr and mrs kim got mina - she thanked you for letting her stay over last night even though you woke up to an empty house, she even has different clothes on than last night - new kits for the florist.

taehyung almost hugged you to death when he unwrapped his new ps5 that he’s been dying for.

namjoon got a new pair of gucci loafers from taehyung and booked an interrogation slot with their mother because-

“kim taehyung, where did you get all this money?”

you suspect he’s going to reveal his gaming channel to her where he got sponsors from to buy namjoon those loafers.

and seokjin gifted you with a heartshaped necklace as well as a new pc set for taehyung and a signed book of namjoon’s favorite writer that he’d been talking about for ages as well as an all expense paid trip for his parents to thailand.

“thanks for the necklace,” you lightly bump seokjin’s elbow as you come to stand next to him at the sink. he’s washing the mug he used for hot coffee.

he steals a glance at his family and mina in the living room. they’re laughing over taehyung having his head down, sitting on his calves like he’s asking for the forgiveness of a lifetime after confessing that he didn’t want to work a nine-to-five and wanted to go pro.

then his eyes find yours again. the glint in them makes your heart stop before he leans down, lips brushing yours ever so gently yet very seokjin-like.

you think your heart just burst as you freeze in your spot, staring up at the man with slightly parted lips and warm cheeks like a high school girl whose crush very obviously hinted he likes her back.

he raises a quizzical brow at your reaction before realization settles on his face and his lips curve into a smirk, “what? did you think last night was all a dream?”

x

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[queenmuzz]

Devil’s Advocate

You’ve read the Dante’s Valentine’s Day Special, now it’s his brother’s time!

You awoke to the soft delicate scent of roses, and knew your ‘secret’ admirer had made yet another appearance.  ‘Secret’ was definitely a bit of an exaggeration, but still, you enjoyed these clandestine little gifts you had received, and were willing to wait as long as it took for the man responsible to reveal himself.

That man, of course, was the stoic, stony, yet surprisingly sensitive Elder son of Sparda, Vergil.  As a demon hunter yourself, you had come into contact with the Legendary Devil Hunter, Dante quite a while ago, but only recently, had you met the twin brother he’d never spoken to you about.  You never asked, but you sensed some tension, albeit rather gentle tension between the brothers, but you had decided ‘any friend and/or relative of Dante, is a friend of mine’.  And so, you attempted to befriend the aloof man, and though it took a while, it actually wasn’t as hard as you had expected.  

You had proven yourself an adept fighter, a voracious reader, and a perceptive listener, to the man, and cautiously, (and much to Dante’s surprise), you’d formed a friendship with him, a silent understanding that you had each other’s back, that he’d be at your side when fighting off the denizens of Hell, and you’d be there when he tried to figure out how to navigate a (frankly terrifying) world he hadn’t been a part of for over two decades.  

It HAD been nice, enjoying his silent presence, until your friendship had blossomed into something more serious...at least on your end.  Even a blind man could tell he was attractive, and behind his stony mask, there was a man who was deep down, courteous and kind.  A man you could imagine spending the rest of your life with.  But there was a teensy weensy fly in the ointment: You had no idea if Vergil would ever reciprocate your feelings.  It had taken so much time and patience to form a platonic relationship with him, and you didn’t want to destroy what was a perfectly good friendship over something as trivial as unrequited feelings.

But then, a box of chocolates had appeared on your desk one day.  Your favourite, the ones with the silky smooth French Vanilla filling, straight from the little chocolatier from across town.   Dante also had been hovering around, just out of sight, and just happened to walk in as you opened the box, making you suspect he had gotten them for you.  But seeing as he was more interested in ‘helping’ you eat the contents, as opposed to your reaction, you chalked it up to a thankful client.  Strange, it didn’t have a note accompanying it.

Then, a few weeks later… something appeared on your dresser in the small room you ‘rented’ (AKA, helped Dante keep the lights on) from the devil in red.  It was a beautiful green leather planner, with a matching enamel pen, all wrapped simply with a sky blue silk ribbon.  It had been your first clue that the box of chocolates were not just a gift from an anonymous client.  

Because you had seen this exact planner in the window of a little out-of-the way boutique while you were out running errands, and had stopped to admire the fine craftsmanship, but winced at the price tag.  You had planned to buy it later on, when you got paid from your latest job, but by then, it was gone, purchased by another customer.

The fact that this was the exact same handcrafted book that had been on display, and was now your possession, was no coincidence.  And...who was with you to run errands on that very day, who watched your eyes lit up as you peered at it through the glass?  Vergil.  There could be no doubt, the man was leaving gifts for you.  A token of friendship?  Both gifts could be seen as purely platonic, but there was always the chance…

And yet, when you came down the stairs that morning, to see Vergil sipping on his morning tea, trying to figure out the new fangled ‘cell-phone’ his son had given him, he barely gave you anything but a perfunctory nod, which made you question if he really was the gifter.  After all, even someone so emotionally guarded as Vergil would give some sort of clue, a slight inquisitiveness at why you couldn’t get that darn smile off your face.  But nothing. Perhaps the poor man was too shy to admit his feelings, or even quite understand his feelings for you...romantic or not.  And so, you would not mention the gift to him or anyone else.

A week later was the thing that really made up your mind.  Not only were you awoken by the scent, you could have sworn as you opened your eyes, a flash of bright blue, and what sounded like someone hurriedly leaving your room in a tremendous hurry.  (Like Dante when you caught him eating the last of your chocolates)

There, placed delicately on the pillow beside your head, was a single blue rose, its soft velvet petals unfurling in the morning light.  It had been freshly picked, and had no blemish.  You sat up, and cautiously picked it up, as if you weren’t quite sure it was a figment of a rapidly fading dream, and inhaled its scent.  This was no dream, the sweet scent was too real, too vibrant.

This sealed it.  The gift was from Vergil, and the meaning was clear.  One did not leave secret flower gifts to people they considered as ‘just friends’.  You spun the stem between your fingers, admiring its beauty from every angle.  You’d have to find a way to thank Vergil for such a thoughtful gift, to admit you had feelings for him too...but first, you’d need something to place the rose in, to preserve its beauty.  And Dante must have a vase in his kitchen somewhere….

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

It turns out, Dante did NOT have a vase in his kitchen.  Still, there had been a champagne glass, with the words “HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2007!” written on it, so it would have to do.  It didn’t dampen your happiness as you hummed and spritzed the flower with water, as you placed it in the newly cleaned glass. You were so happy, that you hadn’t noticed that someone also had entered the kitchen, and was silently watching you.  Only when you spun around, finally deciding on a perfect place to place it, did you come face to face with Vergil.

He seemed pale, even more than usual as he stood there, still in his pajamas, not looking at you, but at the flower in your hand.  After a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke. “Where.” a pause, as if he was having trouble voicing his thoughts, “where did you get that?”

You were taken aback.  Why would he ask such a question?  Surely he had given you the gift!

You decided to answer as truthfully as you could.

“It was on my pillow this morning.  I thought maybe you had given it to me…” you trailed off dumbly as he just stared at you.  “Along with the chocolates and the notebook…” Now Vergil looked alarmed, and you realized you had just misjudged the situation.  It was obvious that he hadn’t given you anything.  But even now, you searched his face, hoping against hope that he was just joking, that he was playing dumb, even though it would be totally out of character for him.

And without warning, he spun around, left the kitchen with footsteps that were quiet to a normal person, but for you, they sounded like the angry stomps of an elephant.  Out of sight, you heard him ascend the stairs, and then...his bedroom door slammed.

You stood there, confused and upset, the blue rose petals trembling in their makeshift vase.  You felt like something had changed between yourself and Vergil, and you were pretty sure it could never be restored. 💙💙💙💙💙💙

To say Vergil was angry was an understatement.  He was absolutely livid, as he stalked up the stairs and into his room.  Not at you, that was absurd.  You were innocent in all of this, an unfortunate victim.  His anger was directed at one person...himself.

He yanked open the nightstand drawer, and to his fury, the chocolates he had placed there a month and a half ago were gone.  He had heard you and Dante speaking about sweet tooths, and you had admitted that there was a little shop that sold dark chocolates with gooey french vanilla filling that you could die for.

And so, without really thinking, he had gone there, and purchased a box for you.  Why?  As  a token of friendship? A way of saying ‘thank you’ for being patient and understanding with him?  In the end, he couldn’t really decide WHY he wanted to give them to you, and so he placed them in the bottom of the drawer, away from prying eyes, (or his brother’s sensitive nose).  Maybe he could give it to you when he had a plausible excuse, such as your birthday.  But now...it had vanished.

Beginning to panic, he ran over to his wardrobe, and began pushing things aside on the top shelf.  The planner, which he was certain he had hidden under several of his sweaters, was also nowhere to be seen.

What you’d been doing that day, he couldn’t quite recall, only that he felt some compulsion to come with you.  To protect you? No...it was just to run some errands...then why had he felt better by your side?

As you and him chatted about plans for his son and grandchildren to visit, you had suddenly stopped at a storefront window, your eyes locked on something in the display.  A beautiful, handbound planner, with a matching pen as a mate.

“My old one is nearly used up...I’ve been looking for one to replace it, but something a bit more durable than what you get in a big box store, you know?”  Why had his chest hurt when he saw your crestfallen look at the price tag, and how you reluctantly walked away?

Only a day later, when he went back to purchase the book, did the clerk help him realize why he was feeling the way he did.  

“Ah a gift for someone special?” they asked as they tied a decorative bow around it.

“Yes...It’s for…” a friend?  No...that wasn’t it.  It was something more, at least for him.  He honestly didn’t know what you felt about him, and frankly, he was terrified to find out.

“It’s for someone very special to me”

And yet, when he had come home, instead of handing it to you, taking secret delight in the joy on your face… he had hidden it, out of sight, out of mind.  Because what if he was overstepping?  What if you saw him as just a friend, and nothing more?  Could he ever face you again, after destroying something he and you had worked so hard to build?

And now...he looked at his dresser, to find nothing but a glass of water.  The night before, he had, on a whim, stopped at a florist and purchased one, perfect blue rose.  This time, unlike the chocolates and the planner, who had a much longer lifespan, the rose would lose its lustre in a day, forcing him to give it to you, to confess his feelings for you.  

And yet, as you smiled at him as he walked in that evening, telling him that supper was almost ready, did he change his mind.  He’d just place it on the dresser, and let it bloom for him, and him alone, a reminder of his cowardice.

How you had gotten a hold of all three things, made no sense to him.  

Wait...three?

You had mentioned the book and chocolates, and he had seen the rose in your hands, but you hadn’t said anything about the fourth intended gift. He had been contracted to kill a demon that had been summoned by some robbers trying to break into a jewelry shop, (a creative way to destroy the security systems, but it had backfired immensely, as demon summoning usually did.)   The elderly owner, in gratitude, had offered him the pick of anything in his collection.

Vergil was going to pass on the offer, as there was only one piece he had worn, and it was long gone, but then his eye fell upon a delicate silver chain, with a pendant of sapphire and tiny diamonds.  You would certainly love it, he had decided, and so the grateful owner had placed it in a black velvet case and given it to him.  But as a gift, it was far too forward on its own...it was best given after he had confessed his feelings to you… and so it had laid, under his bed, waiting for him to work up the courage to do something.

He quickly got on his hands and knees, frantically searching for the box...but nothing…  Just a dust free spot outline where it had been.  Where did it go?  You didn’t have it, or you would have mentioned it.  It wasn’t in his room…  The only person who could have access to his room would be...Dante…

He grabbed Yamato, intending to wake up his no doubt still slumbering brother with an impalement.  It was so like his little brother, taking things that didn’t belong to him. And the implications troubled him.  Was DANTE trying to court you?  You and him had known each other far longer, but he’d never expected his idiot brother to try to undercut Vergil’s attempts for your affection…

Ah, but you never did anything in the first place to court them, he reminded himself, you were never even in the running…

Still, by the time he was done… There would be nothing left of Dante to court you-

He stopped in his tracks.  There, standing in the doorway, was an ethereal blue figure. His doppelganger, its face unreadable as it stared at him intensely.

“Out of way,” he ordered, but all he got was an amused huff.

Vergil was not amused and tried to barge past it, tried to summon it back to him, but he met both as if they were a solid brick wall.  This was odd, in battle his companion would always follow his directions,  why not now?  Whatever it had in mind, it wasn’t going to let him through.

“My brother has stolen things from me, don’t you understand why I am angry?”

He’d never seen his familiar  show any emotion, but now… he was certain it was laughing...

Laughing at him…

“What,” he said between gritted teeth, “do you think is so amusing?”  But all he got was the creature striding past him, and opensx the drawer of his nightstand, mimed taking something out, and then going to the wardrobe, and pretending to retrieve something from the top shelf.  And then, claws clicking the hardwood, it walked to the dresser, and plucked an invisible rose out of the glass, before turning back to him, a look of pride on its face.

And now the pieces were falling into place.

His Doppelganger had given you the chocolates

His Doppelganger, an extension of himself, had given you the planner

His Doppelganger, himself without his stony emotional wall, had given you the rose.

He stood there, unable to think.  Betrayed, by all things....himself.  And yet, he felt a wave of relief. As he watched you humming, and cleaning the glass to place the rose in, he saw the delight and happiness in your eyes.  And you seemed to already guess it was him that was giving you the gift.  Perhaps, his fear of ruining his friendship with you was unfounded.  But his reaction to the scene in the kitchen a mere few minutes ago threatened to ruin everything, and he had no idea of how to fix it.  Vergil was never fond of apologizing, nor very good at it.

And then, with a flourish, his doppelganger’s tail flicked around, and the tip hovered before him, wrapped around a familiar narrow black velvet box.  It seemed his companion hadn’t given away everything just yet.

Sighing in defeat, he took the box, and only then, did the ghostly apparition allow him passage, and followed him down the hall, until, after a moment’s hesitation he paused by your door.  It had been open when he had first come down the stairs, but now it was closed, indicating you had holed yourself in there after his confrontation with you.  Looking down at the box in his hands, he realized he had one chance to make things right.  He took one last glance at the doppelganger, who merely stood a distance away (blocking the stairway, he noticed)

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You sat on your bed, unable to take your eyes off the rose on your dresser, looking a bit less vibrant than before.  Where had you gone so wrong?  You had let your feelings colour your assumptions, let your blossoming affection for the man made you think that he must obviously felt the same for you.  But obviously you had misjudged, and now the carefully laid relationship was on the verge of crumbling, never to be rebuilt again.  Hopefully you two could still work together.

A soft knock came from your door, and hesitantly, you approached, knowing exactly who would be on the other side, but unable to figure out what to say.  Apologise?  Act like nothing happened? Pretend it was all a joke?You took a deep breath, and hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst, you opened the door.

There stood Vergil, stiffly, with his hands behind his back, looking like a boy forced by his mother to apologise for egging his neighbor's house.  For an awkward few moments, both of you first stared at each other, then looked at the floor, as if suddenly interested in the pattern of the hardwood.  Finally, when you could take it no more, you spoke first.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that you had gotten me those things...I guess I had just,” you paused, desperate to not cross this rubicon, but seeing little other choice, “I guess I had just hoped that they were coming from you.  That they meant something I had hoped was true…”

Vergil pursed his lips, opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and looked like he was about to turn away, before a  threatening rumbling grumble down the hallway, just out of sight, rooted him to the spot.  You saw his adam’s apple bob up and down as he attempted to form his words.

“No…” he began hesitantly, “I did not give you those gifts, although I wish I had.” You blinked at that last part, about to ask him exactly what he meant before deciding not to interrupt him, as it seemed he was working so hard to muster up what he wished to say.

“The chocolates, the planners and...the rose, were given to you, not by me, but by it…” he motioned to the side, and you peeked out your door to see Vergil’s doppelganger, tail practically wagging, waving to you like an eager schoolchild.  You barely caught in the corner of your eye, Vergil sighing in embarrassment.

“But wait,” you were connecting things together, “isn’t...your doppelganger basically...you?” Vergil bit his lip, then nodded.

“Yes, it’s an extension of me, but a version unshackled by doubts and fears…” he admitted, looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute.  

“So...you and it have the same feelings, same thoughts...just that it is able to act on them...which means…” The sudden realization made your mouth very dry.

“That I had...every… intention to give you those things, but my own weakness, my own fears of how you would react prevented me from following through with my plan.  Apparently,” he nodded back, almost in a gesture of thanks towards the ethereal creature, “Even I was getting sick of my own procrastination, and so...IT took matters into its own hands...or claws, as that is a more apt description.”

You did your best to suppress your giggles as the doppelganger smugly stuck out its chest, no doubt being quite pleased at itself.

“But…” Vergil’s voice yanked you back, “It also gave me one final chance to make things right, to take that step I have long feared to tread.”  From behind his back, he pulled out a long black velvet case, and gently, under your widening eyes, undid the clasp of the box, revealing a beautiful, delicate silver necklace, with an amulet that was a deep blue, and glittered like the entire Milky Way had been shoved inside of it.

“Will you forgive this hapless fool?” he asked as he offered it to you.  “I may not be as skilled with my emotions as I am with the blade, nor do I truly understand this whole ‘courting’ business but-”

He never finished, because you grabbed his arm, and pulled him in for a deep long kiss.  The necklace was beautiful, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t the gifts, nor even the way they had been ‘given’ to you that had attracted you.  It was the man, the frustratingly complex handsome, adorably awkward Vergil, that you had fallen in love with.   And silently, you pulled him inside your room, and silently shut the door, giving you both the privacy you both deserved.  No doubt it wouldn’t take Dante long to figure out what was going on, but that was a problem for the future you.  The future BOTH of you…

But as the door shut, you swore that down the hallway, you heard a very pleased, very demonic, rumble of a chuckle…..

[sarah-sandwich]

michelle.mp3 👀👀👀👀 also lemon boy and/or the golden hour <33

OKAY I'M FINALLY GOING TO ANSWER THIS

This (and the other two I'm answering next) are from the fanfic wip tag game that I posted on... Monday :)

michelle.mp3 my beloved 💓💓💓

This one is basically done? I just need to do the final edits and write the epilogue and I'm dragging my feet about it bc I don't know??? how to survive posting two fics at once???? Like this one is 8 chapters and A Peach Like You has another 9 to post so??? Do I post both on Wednesdays??? Do I wait 9 whole weeks to start posting mmp3??? Do I post on a different day of the week and suck up more of my writing time?????

sigh. idk.

But anyway! mmp3 is a Gwenmj fic from MJ's POV. It's very chill and lowkey with no major external conflicts, only the romance and MJ's struggle to come to terms with her break up with Peter and decide what she wants to do with her life.

It's got humor! It's got angst (spiciness = mild)! It's got life lessons! It's got home renovation! Here's a baby snippet:

“Michelle.” Gwen turns and puts a hand on either of her shoulders as she looks into her eyes. “What do you want?”

“The laminate is—,”

“No, what do you want? I’m offering to get you whatever you want, just take it.”

Michelle stares at her. That’s what this is all about, right? Moving here. Fixing the house. Getting away from… everything. It’s about figuring out what she wants and taking it.

“I want the cherry hardwood.”

Gwen grins, crooked and beautiful. “Good choice.”

LEMON BOY?? WHEN!!!

Lemon boy is--god I've been working on this for so long-- Lemon boy is my parkner magnum opus. Just kidding. Or maybe not. I won't know until it's done 😔 It's got two grief-ridden boys trying to figure out how to structure their lives post-endgame and Tony's death. It's primarily Harley's POV. He's kind of a depressed asshole in this one lol at first anyway. I'm afraid to share more of this fic bc I've shared SO MUCH bc of how long it's been a wip. Fortunately for you, I'm weak for Harley and May's relationship so here is a teensie bit of it.

He grabs one of the receipts and tears the bottom off. “Listen—,” he scribbles his number on it, “—call me if you need anything.” He holds it out to her as she stares. “I’m serious. If you don’t feel safe or you need a ride in the middle of the night, whatever it is, I’ll answer.” He stretches his hand out until finally, she takes it.

May smooths the scrap between her thumbs and says softly, “You’re a good man, Harley Keener.”

He doesn’t know about that. Not yet. “I’m trying to be.”

It's physically hurting me not to share the full scene from this bc it's soooo goooooooood

The Golden Hour

I have done ✨literally nothing✨ with this wip for months. It's parkner (*shocked face*) and revolves around this little gap between Peter's world where he's our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and Harley's world where he's a witch and an outcast, but still needed by his village as their only apothecary/health care. It's about how they're both burdened by their responsibility to their respective communities but also about how they find purpose in shouldering that burden, even though it means they can only ever have a stolen hour together at the close of each day as the sun slips from the sky

"There are supposed to be generations of healers for a village. Like how my mom had me to take over for her but I... I don't think I can willfully trap a child in this life."

Peter looks up, surprised. "I didn't realize you were so unhappy."

"I'm not. I like my life but there's not a lot of choice in it is there? I can't travel. I'll never see the world or even a city. I can't..." Harley looks at Peter and, for a moment, longing washes over him so hot and sharp he almost says something completely stupid. He shakes his head and tucks it back away then says to his lap "It's a life of service and I don't think I can make that choice for someone else. Certainly not a child."

"With great power comes responsibility," Peter murmurs.

Harley snorts, settling back on his elbows as he follows Peter's line of sight to the clouds shifting from yellow to deep orange streaked with pink. "Well I don't know about great, but yeah. The village is my responsibility. I can't abandon them."

Peter nods. "That's something my uncle said to me," he says without looking away from the sky. His brow is furrowed so low his eyes are nearly black. "Right before he died. Never forgot it."

"And that's why you're the way you are about Spider-Man."

Peter turns haunted eyes on him. "He died because I refused to step up. I can't let that happen again. To anyone. Not as long as I can do the things I do."

Send me a fic from this list and I'll ramble about it

[minty-chocco]

𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader x Jade Leech

Summary: It’s almost the twins birthday and you were struggling on finding a birthday gift until you thought of a simple gesture from your original world. 

Warning(s): None only fluff!

Word Count: 1.4k words

Extra Note: I always loved the idea of poly tweels (without them being romantically involved with each other of course) so I took this opportunity to make one! Hope you enjoy. 

This fic was inspired by the k-drama Crash Landing On You

The days were passing by and the birth date of the twins is getting near. Being the sweet lover you are, you wanted to surprise your twins with something that they can appreciate on their special day but there’s just one teensy weensy problem.. you don’t know what to give them.

 You have thought of giving them their favorite dishes first which is octopus carpaccio and takoyaki but then it wouldn’t be that special because they can already eat those dishes even when it’s not their birthday.

 “Why is it so hard to think of a gift!?” You shouted in frustration startling any nearby students by your sudden outburst.

You leaned your back to the tree that you were sitting beside in the school courtyard and looked up to the sky to take your mind off things.

 The dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows that loomed over your spot as it gave you shade.

You observed the lacy white-edged clouds rolled in over the blue sky, their centers as deep as any shoreline rock.

 “I really can’t think of something..” You murmured to yourself in a disappointed tone.

You thought that you were already close enough with the tweels to know what to give them but maybe you don’t know them that much as you think so?

 You started to feel gloomy by your own sea of reveries which greatly affected your mood. While you were busy sulking, you didn’t realize the two set of eyes watching you from the distance.

 “Ne, Jade~ Look at koebi-chan right there.. they look soooo lonely sitting there alone.” Floyd pointed out grinning widely upon seeing you.

 “Oya? They do seem to be deep in their thoughts.” Jade flashed a knowing look to his brother. “Then, shall we accompany them? Fufufu~”

 You were so focused on thinking that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching your spot.

“Koebi-chan~!” Floyd tackled you from behind which made you yelp. “I was calling you a lot of times but you didn’t hear me.”

 He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled himself on your neck inhaling your scent.

 “F-floyd!?” You looked at him, surprised.

 “Right.” Jade nodded, agreeing with his brother. “I wonder what made you quite distracted that you didn’t even hear us calling for you.”

 You gulped. They would probably find out what you were planning for them if you don’t keep your expressions in check—that is, if they don’t already know.

 Jade would automatically know if you’re hiding something from them and Floyd is more observant than he ever lets on. You can’t keep secrets from them for a long time.

 “J-just thinking about food.” You blurted out saying the first thing that came to mind.

 “Is that so?” Jade flashed you a knowing grin which showed off his sharp teeth. He already knows about what’s been bothering you nowadays but decided to entertain you nonetheless.

 Floyd looked at you with a wide smile. “Could koebi-chan possibly thinking on what to get us on our birthday?”

 Jade let out a sigh by his brother’s sentence. He was thinking of playing dumb a little bit longer.

 You flinched at Floyd’s words. Dammit.

 So they already knew all along, huh?

 You sighed in defeat. You thought you could hide it but seems like you can’t keep something from your lovers for too long. “You got me.”

 “Eh~? Is koebi-chan angry?” Floyd playfully poked your cheeks trying to emit a reaction out of you. You huffed quite disappointed that they found out about what you’ve been planning. You were expecting to caught them off guard.

 Jade leaned down to stroke your hair softly in attempt to comfort you. “There there. We could pretend that we don’t know. After all, we still don’t know what kind of surprise you have in store for us. Fufufu”

 “No thanks.” You gently nudged Floyd to move to be able to stand up. “Floyd, babe, I have to stand up.”

 “Don’t wanna.” Your teal haired boyfriend protested tightening his grip on your body. “Let’s stay like this a little longer, koebi-chan.”

 You looked up to Jade with pleading eyes to help you but he just smiled back at you not showing any signs of doing so. In the end you gave in to your fate.

 “Jade, Floyd, since both of your birthdays are near, what would you like to receive?” You asked the both of them. They already know what you were planning so you might as well just ask directly then.

 “Surprise us.” They both said in unison which made you scoff. They might be different to each other personality wise but they do have one thing in common: liking unpredictable things.

 You should’ve expected they would say something like that.

 “Okay okay I’ll try.” You said in a defeated tone. “Why do I love you two again?”

November 5. The awaited day has finally come and you now have an idea on what to do for their birthday. Although, it will be a little embarrassing if it failed.

 You strolled to the hall of mirrors to go to the octavinelle longue. Every step made you nervous and your brain screaming for you to back out but still found the urge to go.

 When you arrived at octavinelle, the mostro longue was beautifully decorated and there was a banner that says ‘Happy Birthday’ in the middle.

 “(Y/N)-san, you’re here” A gentlemanly voice called out to you and you turned to look at the owner of the voice.

 “Oh Azul-san! Hello!” You greeted him in a polite manner.

 “No need to be so formal.” Azul said shaking his head. His business-like demeanor never seems to falter. “The twins are at the couch.”

 You nodded and thanked the silver haired man. You walked over to see the twins dressed in matching white suits. They both have a purple sash that has ‘birthday boy’ written on it. Jade had a mushroom pin on his vest while Floyd had a shoe pin which you find odd but very like him.

 They were sitting on a couch in front of a large decorated cake. You can see them sharing a slice which you found adorable. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and you can feel your heart be filled with affection for these two.

 “You two look great.” You walked up to them and smiled. When they noticed your presence they immediately rose from their seat.

 “Koebi-chan you’re here~!” Floyd greeted you with enthusiasm, grinning up to you.

 “You’re quite late.” Jade pointed out while still smiling but his stare is burning you down.

 “Well..” You scratched the back of your head and avoided his gaze. “I was busy preparing something.”

 Since you were talking with the birthday boys, all attention was focused on you too. You felt uneasy with the extra audience but continued on your plan anyways.

 “Ahem.” You cleared your throat. “I-I want to give you your gift now.”

 The two perked up at your words with eyes brimming with curiosity. You took a deep breathe before continuing. You slowly put your two hands up for them to see and slightly overlapped the thumb and index finger into a heart shape. A finger heart sign.

 You felt your cheeks rise up when they looked at you confused, not really knowing what you’re getting at.

 “Oya? What’s this?”

“Koebi-chan, what’s that?”

 “I, (Y/N) (L/N), promises to love and cherish you two for the rest of my life!” You declared.

 You looked at your lover’s reaction and saw the look of surprise on their faces. They probably weren’t expecting you to do something bold like this.

 Silence echoed the room for a moment before Jade broke the silence by clearing up his throat.

 “Does this mean you didn’t love and cherish us before this?” Jade teased looming over to you.

 “O-of course I do!” You instantly replied holding up your hands defensively.

 “Then I shall do the same.” Jade chuckled as he gave the back of your hand a kiss.

 “Me too! Me too!” Floyd happily giggled walking up to squeeze you. “Koebi-chan is so cute~”

 “I’m sorry.. This is the only thing I can think of..” You averted your eyes.

 “Eh? What’re you saying? I love koebi-chan’s gift~” Floyd kissed your cheek which made your face into a deeper shade of red.

 “I could say the same.” Jade reached for your face to make you look at him in the eyes before giving your forehead a kiss. He wanted to give you more but held back due to the prying eyes of others.

 And there goes your birthday gift for the twins.

[that-damn-girl]

(8) Bucky and The Bed

Completed

Chapter 7

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 3100+

Summary: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find  in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff.

Chapter/Trigger warning: Language? Like teensy weensy bit of angst?

A/N: Thank you for continuing to read this series still. After the end, which I will start on a Bucky x Rogers!reader miniseries. I am particularly excited to write the next two chapters. Hope you like this part!

Bucky looked at it. Kept looking at it. And looked at it some more.

The metal armed man was sure he couldn't ever get tired of the sight in front of him. It was simple and yet so complex he felt he could get lost into it and never regret a second. It might not be much, but it was enough for him to lose himself. He didn't know how to describe the sense of serenity it brought him. 

Peeking through the light fluffy clouds, the setting sun cast warm golden rays that gave every snowy surface around you a honey like glaze. As the time gradually passed, various colours in the most brilliant of their shades blended beautifully to embellish the never-ending sky. As the slanting rays of the sun flitted through the clouds, the yellow filter in the sky gave way to a graceful braid of pink and orange before shrouding everything is it's vermilion hue.

In the handful of days you had taken refuge in the cabin, not one day had the sun been kind enough to grace you with its presence. When today it finally did, you and Bucky realised it was too good an opportunity to miss the sunset view these mountains offered. Without any further ado, a bonfire was created outside the cabin with dry leaves and firewood arranged meticulously. 

The splendid view of nature in its finest forms was exploited to its full content. You and Bucky sat around the bonfire, taking in the furiously blushing sky and the snow covered peaks shining golden in the distance as the clouds traversed through them.

Bucky was taken aback by the raw beauty in front of his eyes. It reminded him of the sunsets in Wakanda. Sure it wasn't comparable to those in the futuristic and fascinating country, but it was a close second. He only grew more in awe of the view the more he looked at it. Majestic was one word for the sight in front of him. It wasn't the sky though. 

It was you. 

A small, unconscious smile took a hold of his lips as he took in your face, peacefully resting on his shoulder. Your arms were tightly curled around his vibranium one, your body leaning its weight on him. A shared blanket was thrown over your backs, trapping in the heat the fire provided.

For Bucky, it was majestic, really. How could it not have been, looking at your face, at the blend of the colours from the setting sun and the fire casting a beautiful glow to your already beautiful self? Your serene features were highlighted by the natural light and the dancing flames. You looked elegant and exquisite, more so than anyone he had ever known. As bewildering as it sounded, Bucky had met a god but the warm colours grazing your skin truly made you more divine than any other celestial being. 

Bucky was utterly whipped.

Sensing his gaze on you, you tilted your head to look at him. Bucky had always had an intense face, even when he was relaxed or didn't mean to do it. You had encountered it many a times and dealt with the increase in your heart rate it brought, but you could never get used to his soft smile and gentle eyes looking at you with such adoration, such love, such trust, as if you had hung the stars and the moon for him. It overwhelmed you, always, but in the best of the ways. Especially since you had discovered a couple days ago that it wasn't just in your head. 

Unable to stifle your own giddy smile, you reached up to kiss his lips. It was only meant to be a peck, but he drew you in even before you had the chance to pull back, always eager to taste you, to have you, to kiss you, to cherish you. You galdly gave into the kiss. It was soft and sweet, the way his lips molded around yours, moving in sync. The kiss slowly grew intense, but not heated. It was only filled with love and care, making him unable to put in the conscious effort of letting you go if you were okay with it. 

Instead his strong arms wound around you and brought you to him lap so that you were straddling his thick thighs. His lips moved slow but firm, just taking the time to worship your lips as they deserved to be. One hand tightened around your middle, keeping you secure in his hold while the other drifted down to your butt, his large hands kneading your cheeks gently with utmost care and fondness. You slid your arms up his broad chest and around his neck, holding him close. Smiling in between the kisses, neither of you were able to let go, clinging to each other as none could get enough of the other.

When you finally did let go to breathe in lung fulls of the crisp, cold air, you moved to relieve him of your weight. His arms tightened around you in a slight moment of panic, refusing to dismiss the comfort you brought him just by your touch, your closeness. "Stay, please?" He softly pleaded.

You looked down at the heavy log of wood Bucky sat upon. It was broad enough to sit, but not enough to be comfortable if he kept your weight on himself for long. "Your legs are going to hurt, Bucky"

"Y/N, I don't know the true limit of the powers the serum gave me, but I think it's enough to stop a helicopter from taking off. I think I can hold my precious girl without hurting myself." He smiled at you with the boyish charm and the innocence of a first grader announcing that he got A+ in an assignment.

"Show off," You chuckled, booping his nose with yours. "But an adorable show off."

"What?" Bucky quietly, softly muttered, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I like holding you, hugging you, having you close. That's all." Your heart fluttered in your chest, swelling with emotions. The simplicity, the vulnerability with which he admitted favouring your presence made you wonder just how much open and comfortable he was with you. You knew he liked you, trusted you, but it never ceased you from being overwhelmed everytime he expressed it.

Heart brimming with affection for the man in front of you, you didn't trust yourself not to confess then and there how deeply in love you were with him. Instead you said the only thing you could think of to draw the attention away from your racing heart. "You also like my butt."

The metal hand tenderly kneading your butt cheek stilled. Hesitance crept in every being of Bucky. He cursed himself, worried he had offended you or made you uncomfortable somehow. What he heard was unassuming, but he didn't want to take any chances if you didn't like it. 

Bucky realised that since the day you had agreed to be his girl, he had given an awful amount of attention to your butt. He'd always rest his hands there while cuddling or gently knead the soft muscles as he was doing then. He would never deny that your behind was alluring to him, but his touch wasn't meant to be demeaning or enticing, at least not until you partook in sexy times. He'd only ever meant for his actions to treasure you, admire you, but he would not do it at the cost of your comfort. 

You caught onto what must have been going inside his head. Bucky meant to draw his hand back and apologise, but you stopped him and quickly added, "I love the attention, honestly."

"You're not... offended by it?" Pulling back to look at you, he asked unsurely, making himself look as small as possible.

"Should I be?"

Bucky shook his head, "I like you and I respect you, a lot. You know that, right? I only do it, because...well, what's there not to like about your butt?" He emphasised it by giving a small squeeze to your soft muscles.

"I believe you," You chuckled, giving his plump lips a sweet peck."And I meant it, I love the attention you give it. But why do you like it so much? My ass is so-"

"It's perfect." Bucky finished your sentence before you could add in any negative comment about yourself. "You're perfect, doll."

"You're such a charmer." You mumbled, going for his lips with a wide smile.

"Only for you." Bucky replied, happy to taste you, feel you. When he pulled back, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

With the fiery flames warming your back and Bucky's heated body pressed to your front, you snuggled into him further. Head resting on his broad shoulder, eyes closed, you basked in the comforting embrace, in the heat seeping into your bones. It was your own little heaven.

Feeling the sun on his skin after so many days had felt great. Although he was used to staying in the dark before he was rescued, he didn't like it one but. It felt good, immensely so. But with you at his side, with him, enveloped in his arms, your touch calming him, anchoring him, everything was better than never before. 

It didn't take long for Bucky to realise that you had dozed off on his shoulder, your chest tranquilly rising and falling against him. Chuckling, he gripped both the ends of the blanket and curled his arms around you again, the pair of you now cocooned in the heat of the blanket. 

He rested his chin on your shoulder, his head leaning against your, and looked at the dwindling flames in the darkening sky. Nightfall loomed at the corners, impatiently waiting for the sun to complete its descent before it could take over. The lowering temperature was palpable in the chilling air. He knew he would need to carry you inside soon, but he waited for the soothing heat of the fire to die down before he would be forced to retreat inside. 

Looking at the sky in the far distance, Bucky took in the myriad of changing colours with time. He couldn't help but think about Steve. What Steve would have done if he would have been there. There was no doubt in Bucky's mind that Steve would have ran inside to look for a pencil and paper with the speed of a cheetah. 

He would have taken down the various shades on the trees and the mountains and the clouds floating above their heads with the monochromatic beauty of grey and created a masterpiece. Bucky smiled, thinking about the concentrated look Steve would have had in his face, brows furrowed as his eyes would have shifted like at a ping pong game between the sky and the paper. He remembered his days in the military camps with his pal, when the newly bulky man still testing his strength would sketch in any free time he got to deal with the stress he felt.

Bucky...missed his childhood friend very much. He didn't realise when his eyes had moistened when his vision grew blurry.

Not that Sam and you weren't few of the greatest friends he had had, but Steve was... something else. Steve Grant Rogers was his brother, truly so. 

Everytime Bucky thought about his pal, his Steve, limitless emotions flew through him, all different for different reasons. One of the most lasting ones though was that gratification. Bucky firmly believed he owed his life to Steve for saving him from the torture he had suffered from the hands of HYDRA. Not once, but twice, in Austria and in D.C., when that fool had nearly died instead of fighting him. Steve had also saved him from the governments of the entire freaking world, trusted in him when nobody else did. Steve had fought with his friends of the twenty first century, his only family, for him. The Golden Boy of America preferred his name being dragged through the mud and being counted in the ranks of the criminals he put behind the bars over losing Bucky. Though he knew it wasn't just for him, Steve had helped resurrect him and all the others when Thanos had snapped them dead. He didn't know how he could ever repay Steve for all that he had done, for all the sacrifices he had made for Bucky. 

Out of all those plethora of emotions, one of the few which weighted heavily on him was that of regret. For a man who had lived for over a hundred years, Bucky didn't have the chance to do as many things as he would have liked. Maybe it was because he hadn't lived as much as he had survived, but he didn't let that be the base of his excuses. He had meant to do many things right. 

Bucky never thanked his Ma for the man she had raised him to be. He was never there for his sisters when he had promised them he would be. He never properly thanked Steve for saving him time and again. He never thanked Howard for helping Steve save him when he was captured in Austria or for keeping Steve company when he couldn't. He never got to thank Tony for reversing the snap or apologise to him for all that he had done to his parents, Bucky's own friends, while in evil's control.

Bucky had always thought that he would have time; time which he lost partially because he had taken everything for granted, partially because fate had been cruel to him with a vengeance. Life of an Avenger was... unpredictable at the very best. They could be overly cautious, but never fully prepared. Many a times they had to deal with hostage situations or - Bucky still couldn't get used to believing it - alien invasions without a moment's notice. 

Bucky had learnt never to take things for granted the hard way. Now that he thought about it, lady luck had never been on his side for long. Everything even remotely good had been taken from him when he thought he had time to enjoy them and bask in their glory. 

He didn't want it anymore. Bucky didn't want the guilt weighing him down, knowing he could have done something or said something but didn't, because he thought fate would be kind enough to give him some time. 

He didn't want to take chances anymore.  

Glancing down, Bucky saw you napping peacefully on his shoulders, really making him a human pillow. Hot puffs of air fell on his neck through your open lips. His heart fluttered in his chest, mentally cooing at how adorable you looked.

He couldn't help but think back to the time he had first met you as himself. His metal arm was trapped in a hydraulic press in some abandoned factory. Both Sam and you had pure disbelief on your faces when Steve trusted Bucky enough to believe his every word...just because he could recall Sarah and how Steve wore his shoes. But then you had gotten to know each other, slowly but surely.

It hadn't been all rainbows and sunshine. The trio of you had had your asses kicked by the spider kid, a literal teenager. You and Sam had been imprisoned in the Raft and had to live a couple years as criminals because you had helped Steve in rescuing him. After Thanos happened, Steve had decided to go on his own journey, leaving Bucky with those who didn't really know him and neither did he know them.

But efforts were made on both the sides. You and Sam had welcomed him into the Avengers like your own. Sure he had been more open and closer to Sam first, but that hadn't deterred from trying to befriend him. 

Much like Sam, you had helped him through his night terrors. Been awake with him at odd hours of the night because he couldn't sleep. Helped him discover himself again. Listened to him when he needed an out without any judgement, or talked for the two of you when he wanted to communicate but couldn't. Trusted in him when he didn't even trust himself. Helped him believe in himself and forgive himself. You had helped him recover.

You were with him at the darkest times to guide him to the light, and celebrated with him when he did find his light. There were relapses, but you were with him to help him get back on track. 

You had trusted him enough to let him see your vulnerable spots, to confide in him, to let him take care of you, to let him help you just like you had helped him. You had trusted him enough to let him see you, the real you. 

But most important of all, you had been a friend before anything else. A friend whom he had needed had needed more than anything else.

Feelings had developed along the way, which he was glad for being reciprocated on both sides. The journey to where you and him were now had been a long one. It had never been easy, but it hadn't affected either of you. 

Bucky never wanted to lose you. He couldn't ever possibly lose you. You meant too much to him. He also knew he couldn't dare to think he'd have much time before something akin to Thanos happened again. Being an Avenger guaranteed that nothing was ever guaranteed. Most of all time, in Bucky's case at least.

Looking at you, Bucky realised he couldn't not let you know how he truly felt. No matter what your decision might be afterwards, he had to let you know. He wanted to be his own man, making his own decisions. And he wanted to love you, so goddamn much, if you allowed him.  His heart beat faster in realisation when he realised what that would mean. It made him nervous, but he was ready.

The risque wasn't lost on him. He was very well aware that you could run away in the opposite direction, thinking he was going too fast. You could break it off and your friendship wouldn't be the same again. If you wouldn't want to speak to him again, you would respect your wishes.

But if there was even the slightest chance that you felt the same, he needed to do it. Because the bliss of having you, being with you and loving you was worth every risk in the world.

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Chapter 9 

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I’m so sorry about how long this took me to get out! I’ve really been struggling to find time to write lately, so I do apologise for how short it is and if it doesn’t meet standards <3

This is also set on Earth, as an Australian obviously can’t be in the US marines, and this was the easiest way I could work around it.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Just hella fluffy, maybe some mild cursing, stereotypical Australian-ness.

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: There were some unspoken laws about being Australian, including that you take every chance you get to convince foreigners that all Australian’s are just as, if not more, stereotypical as expected. Which is exactly what you do when you stumble across an American Marine early one morning.

𝐀/𝐍: I’ll be honest, I hate the way this turned out, BUT it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and I needed to post it because A) It was requested (sorry about the wait love xx) and B) I need to do something to make me feel productive.

The reason it took so long to get up is because honestly my mental health has been so awful lately, and I was literally unable to bring myself to get out of bed for a week, and so I’m very sorry to everyone waiting with requests, I’m starting to get a bit better, and I’m trying to write more and more often <3

An orange hue was cast across the sky as you ran, your legs pumping beneath you to carry your body through the park. This early in the morning you rarely ran into people, and especially not in this neighbourhood.

Your breaths came out in short puffs, visible in the air in front of you and you let out a small laugh of victory as you looked down at your watch, noticing that you had beat your record.

You slowed down until you were merely speedwalking, slightly hunched forward as you caught your breath, nearing a bench that you planned to sit at to watch the sun rise.

“You ok there?” A deep voice came from behind you as you slowly lowered yourself onto the bench, your legs screaming at you in agony as you turned to face the stranger, sure you looked like a mess right now.

Sweating, with stray bits of hair that had escaped your ponytail plastered to your face, red cheeks and nose, and panting like a dog.

“Fine.” You said, weary of the stranger, but feeling some curiosity twinge inside you at his accent.

“You from around here?” You asked, putting your bogan voice on.

“My second week here, how’d you tell?” He joked, sitting beside you.

“It was either the accent or the ‘Marines’ shirt.” You shrugged. “Aussies don’t have a Marine Corp, per say.”

“Yeah, well the accent is usually what gives it away.” He smiled. He seemed nice enough, and handsome too.

“So what are you doing down here, Captain America?”

He chuckled.

“Classified.”

“I call bullshit.”

“No really, it’s classified. I’m a corporal.”

Your eyes widened.

“Well then, Corporal America, what do you think of our great land down under?”

“Well nothing’s tried to kill me yet, so that’s always a plus.”

You nodded. “Always. But like, nothing? Not even a teensy weensy spider?”

He shrugged.

“Not that I know of.”

“Well that’s the point.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re so tiny, half the time you don’t even realise they’ve gotten you until you’re half dead.”

“I call bullshit.” He mimicked you from earlier.

“No really.” You said. “Happened to my dad.”

“Holy shit.” He said. “Shit, what happened to your dad? Is he ok?”

“Oh he lived.” You brushed it off. “Had about ten more years left in him, til he was attacked by a cassowary up north. Sliced him open from head to toe.”

You had to hold back a snicker at the man’s face.

“Not so big and tough are we now, Corporal?” You laughed. “I was kidding Darl, the spider thing was true though.”

He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t funny you know.”

“I’m bloody hilarious.” You said. “You’re just too easy. I have friends who could tear you apart from head to toe with their aussie stereotypes, and you would be none the wiser.”

He stared at you blankly, clearly unamused, but he cracked a smile at you when you burst out laughing at his expression.

“So will I see you here tomorrow morning, Corporal?” You asked, standing up from the bench.

“See you tomorrow.” He smiled.

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 09: KOUTAROU BOKUTO

prompt: puns (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,329 words | themes: gen!reader. bokuto being a sweetheart. mentions of death but just a teensy bit. tried to make this as fluffy as i can don’t worry !!

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa

rv: this is so cute i can’t even describe how soft i felt for bokuto here. enjoy reading!!

✒︎ make you smile

you had a feeling that today was a special day.

your hand shoots up to your forehead as you tried to hid your face by bowing down, chuckling on your own, your shoulders shaking as you try to not let your laugh as loud as possible or else to make the situation worse.

"if you can't stop him, (y/n)-san, i can't." akaashi says, he himself looking away from bokuto who seems to be unstoppable by this very moment.

you only look up to your boyfriend, now talking to his other teammates as he was probably inserting a pun in his each and every conversation.

"hey coach! are we not gonna practice? come on, let's get the ball rolling!"

you sighed loudly and you could see akaashi shake his head as he takes a step to join the group on the corner of your eye. you watch from the sidelines as the fukurodani volleyball team just like you always do, eyes boring to each and every player that receives the ball before eventually landing onto bokuto’s, finding yourself be pulled into his presence like a boulder would to gravity—probably just as much as the usual days would.

there were times when he’d meet your eyes and flash you one of his big and wide grins, waving at you then gesturing you to watch him closely as he does whatever is needed during the training, may it be a receive, spike, service, or even any kind of exercise or stretch.

“that was spiketacular! oh yeah!" you could hear bokuto's exclamations even from afar, his hands raised to the sky as a sign of victory—as if his spike was not just a training for the team. you could almost see akaashi slap his face at the utter stress he most likely feels. as for you, no matter how embarrassing he was acting, he still makes that curve of a smile appear on your face, making you forget of everything else aside from him.

"your boyfriend is really something." kaori, one of the managers of the team, says with an unsure tone, probably feeling the same as the others who had noticed the chirper bokuto that day. of course, you noticed it too, ever since the sunlight hit the corners of your bedroom, in the morning when he woke you up with a peck on your forehead, he attempt to cook you breakfast and bring it to you on the bed.

the food was edible, to say the least. but then, you could remember how he said he tried to make the egg perfect, only to fail before then making a pun over it.

"yeah, i've got to agree." you say yourself, gazing over bokuto's way with an emotion you couldn't particularly identify. and as if he could sense your eyes over his own figure, he looks your way and flashes a smile and raises his thumb up—which you knew was his way of showing that he was incredibly happy to have you on the court like every time you do visit him. and that he likes receiving your attention too.

time passes by until it was finally time to wrap things up. going home meant that bokuto would walk you to your apartment and that you'd have time talk to him without anyone else around you. these moments are what you try to relish in the relationship with the said man, especially since he's always busy with volleyball and his studies, of course.

you may not have spoken it out loud but deep inside, hidden in the corners of your brain and your heart, you knew that you wanted to spend more time with bokuto, becoming hungry for more quality time that were stolen by his love for volleyball and trainings. you admired his passion and tenacity, you really did,  especially at the start of the relationship. but as time went by, you juggled to find more intimate one-on-one moments that volleyball takes from you.

your attention was pulled away from the dark thoughts circling your head, a familiar warm and comforting hand encasing yours that seemingly cuts your train of thoughts all of a sudden.

"so babe, what do you think? i think having eggs in a cake has plus points because that's gonna be tough to beat, right? as a baker what do you say? did you get it?!" bokuto looks at you with a bright face, turning to you like a bright sunshine beaming underneath the dark sky above. his words processed in your brain like a broken internet connection, unable to process fast with the intensity of the previous thoughts that you were pulled away from.

"huh?"

the smile on bokuto's face vanishes and a look of worry and concern appears in his face in an instant, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches out for your arm and halts the both of you. "are you alright, babe? you've been out of it since we got out of the gym. is it-i mean, do you uh-is there something bothering you?"

for a moment there, your heart sank at the thought of bokuto sensing what he shouldn't have. as someone who didn't want to trouble your boyfriend with your problems, you were doing a terrible job at it.

"no, i'm fine. we should resume walking, anyone can pass by here." you try to get him to move but he held you in place, a serious look already plastered on his face. and by this, you already knew he wouldn't back down whatever your reason may be.

sighing, you were about to speak when he interrupts. "is this about your worst day ever? did i make it worse with the puns?"

you didn't even realize you were avoiding his gaze until you whip your eyes back at his, seeing the saddened look on his handsome facial features—one that always has a grin and smile whenever he sees you. one day, akaashi praised you for always brightening up bokuto's mood, rescuing the whole team eventually. his other teammates and managers also encourage you to come to their matches because there is a good chance they win just by your mere presence.

and now, you're one of the reasons why he doesn't act that way.

but what is he talking about anyway? "my worst day? what-what are you talking about?" you inquire carefully, brows furrowed as you try to scan your memories for any hints that may come up for his words.

and then it hit you.

"are you talking about my uncle's death anniversary... today?" slowly, you came to a realization. each and every smile, gesture, and word that bokuto made to you the entire day, it was all to make you happy.

to make you smile.

"uh-yeah i saw in your calendar that you have this day crossed out and when i asked you about it, you told me that it was your worst day—about... the anniversary." you could tell just how much he was being careful with how he was choosing his words and prevented whatever may trigger you. honestly, you didn't even feel and remember the sadness that this day was supposed the bring because of the positivity that bokuto immediately welcomed you in just from his morning shenanigans, and throughout the day. even if you didn't want to admit it, his puns may have helped in your mentality.

for you, it was more than enough reason to not feel anxious anymore.

"h-hey why are you cry-"

"you remembered." you say, suddenly tackling the boy into a big hug. you didn't care if there was anyone around you who could have seen the scene. right now, you were feeling overwhelmed with the warmth of bokuto's caring personality and you've never felt so lucky your whole life.

bokuto was enough. his mere presence is enough to make you happy. and now, you know why he always brightens up at the sight of you.

you make him smile too.

[biussworld]

Safe and Sound

Requested by: @riarora

“So I was thinking platonic LOV x child reader (You can make them 18 if you're more comfortable, but I was thinking more like 14-15) The reader (I'll refer to them as she/her, but you can make it gender neutral) has really bad insomnia so every night, she would be pacing around, doing anything and everything to make sure no dark thoughts take over. Usually, none of the LOV would bat an eye, but considering the fact that she's a child, they feel sympathy, so they indirectly try to get her to fall asleep. Like, sending her on extra missions (always with protection of course) or changing her normal tea with sleeping tea, or maybe just straight up telling her to sleep. Could you make it a fic too?“

Sorry if it took long! Here it isss~ I tried my best to write insomnia and stuff, but I didn’t want to misinterpret it ;(( I hope you like it!

Relationships: Platonic League of Villains x Gender-neutral!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: anxiety triggers, vague descriptions of anxiety attacks

Word Count: 1.4k

The moon's high up in the sky and looming over Japan as you lie wide awake on the thin and ragged futon laid on the floor. The walls of your current base are cold and mold-smelling which adds to the reasons why you couldn't sleep. You count the handful of bullet points you've crossed off your to-do list for the day: tracked the new equipment delivery, took down the sole witness of you and the League's traipsing from one hideout to another, stole some snacks from an old man's convenience store- yep. Just another day for you.

You did receive good remarks from the team after you've proudly reported to them at the end of your mission, but Shigaraki's words clung onto you: "I'm just glad you didn't mess up."

Sure, you are, too. Until you were reminded of one moment where you've landed a step louder than the previous ones and almost blew your cover, or when you almost forgot to clean up your mess after dispatching the witness. Your mind sidetracked to what could've happened if all of those did happen, and it didn't help that you knew how their powers work. Shigaraki would probably reduce your limbs to ashes, or let Dabi cremate you alive, or confine you in one of Mr. Compress' marbles. All of it made you sick in the stomach and you had to clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden belching sound that came out of you.

Your head started throbbing and your vision spun slightly as you sat up. You stayed hunched over yourself for a bit, eventually standing on your feet and lightly treading towards the little 'kitchen' set up by Kurogiri to grab yourself a glass of water. Except Dabi was already there to hand it to you. "You look awful." He greets. "Thanks. Not as much as you do."

The small exchange between you two incited a chuckle from him. He takes a sip from his cup, and you wonder, "Why do you have an extra glass of water?" He puts his down and says, "I know you get up at midnight to drown yourself in glasses of it so I figured I'd help you out." You nod absent-mindedly and at the back of your mind you think to yourself, maybe you weren't too careful or were too loud the past few nights. As you start lecturing yourself in your head, he notices you space out and ever-so-slightly flicks your forehead. "Don't know why you can't sleep, but just close your eyes and it'll happen eventually."

After all of that, he leaves the makeshift kitchen and sprawls himself onto his space, leaving you squinting at him.

You believe there's nothing particularly special with his words granted that his upbringing didn't really teach him to be friendly towards kids your age, but you'd be stupid to admit it didn't help ease you even just a teensy bit.

---

The next day drew quick and everyone's fast asleep in their corners. As always, you're left to wallow in the corners of solitude, mind racing with destructive thoughts that keep you very much awake. You make your way toward the kitchenette. You find a few used tea bags and teacups lying on the countertop, and figured Compress might have been awake just like you. Still, you reached for a tall glass and filled it with water to the brim, then exited the room to sit in the chilly air outside.

As you approach, you hear two- three voices speaking just outside. Hushed, but audible enough to discern who's who. Toga and...

"Twice?" You meekly croak as you stare at both of them, head tilted in wonder. Toga struts to you and tugs you by your wrist, carrying your glass of water for you in her other hand. "We've been waiting for you! Come sit with us~" She makes you sit on a wooden box beside Twice, then said man hands you a teacup filled with nice-smelling liquid. It must've been them in the kitchen, you thought. You set your glass down, take the cup and sip.

"Why are you two up so late at night?" You ask in between sips. Twice replies with a passive-aggressive statement along the lines of "We were worried you weren't getting enough sleep" and blaming Dabi. Huh, I guess he told them.

You smile at the thought of the intimidating man caring for you, and Toga flashes you her signature toothy grin back while she proceeds to tell you about her day as if it were any different from yours.

You were pretty sure she was loud enough to wake the others up, but the overflowing energy she radiates that much late at night couldn't bring you to shut her up. Besides, you've got Twice doing that work for you. 

The conversation ended when you yawned quite hideously for the fourth time that night, Twice took your hand and led you to your bed that he had tidied up before tucking you in. He pats you on the head gently as your eyes flutter close.

---

It's been three weeks since then and during the time that had passed, it was always Toga and Twice that put you to bed. However for tonight, since Toga and Twice are away on a mission given to them by Shigaraki, you're left on your own.

You'd be lying if you said the midnight tea times you and the duo shared didn't give you a false sense of security, and that you hadn't clung onto it as soon as it dawned on you. Your mind drifted to Toga's face and her various comical expressions when she tells you her stories, or Twice's fatherly hands as he puts you to bed. It's been those two that took care of you and you've grown visually more attached to them, even familiarized yourself with their scent and warmth.

What if they get hurt badly? No. They won't.

But they said the mission was a little dangerous- They'll make it out alive. They're amazing!

Again, you find yourself in a downward spiral as your thoughts pull you into the void. Your mind's filled with what-ifs and buts that you don't notice your feet dragging yourself to someone else's room. You're caught in a mindless haze, your breath's starting to feel stuffy and your body feels sweaty and shit- no, it can't happen tonight. I have to be fine until Toga and Twice comes back.

Unless they don't-

"Hey, you're up." Shigaraki's voice snaps you out of it. He's standing in front of you, without the derpy-looking hand thing covering his face and he shows no emotion until you look at his eyes. His eyes meet yours and you see the worry, the sadness, the tender-loving brotherly look that he rarely sports. "Kurogiri, go make her some tea." He says after carefully taking your hand.

He sits on his makeshift bed, motions for you to sit and you oblige. He pulls you to him, resting your head on his chest and he pats your back softly. His movements are awkward and calculated to not destroy you with his quirk but he's trying, and you appreciate it and flash him a soft smile.

Not long after, Kurogiri comes back with a cup of the same nice-smelling tea you've been drinking with Twice and Toga. You remember the first time they’ve given you the drink, and how Dabi was the one who told them to do such a thing. They were precious, and your big brother and big sister for the time you were lost and insecure about your capabilities. For some out-of-this-world reason, you start bawling your eyes out on Shigaraki's shirt. He calls you out for staining his shirt, but his actions speak otherwise as he continues to pat you on the back. Kurogiri takes your hands, places the cup in them and gently rubs your forearm to console you. "They'll be fine, kid. We'll make sure of it."

“I feel like we haven’t told you this, but you’re doing well. Even Shigaraki says so.”

“Just don’t wanna inflate that pretty little head of yours or you might expect too much from us everytime.”

Shigaraki and Kurogiri's efforts of comforting you went deep into the night. Shigaraki wasn't sure if it was worth it, but when you've finally finished your cup of tea, relaxed and started snoring softly in his arms, he felt as if tons and tons of weights were lifted from his shoulders.

Somewhere in the midst of your slumber you’re reminded that everything’s going to be okay. You don’t know if it’s Shigaraki’s scent or the roughness of his fingertips on your scalp, but it tells you that you’re right here, safe and sound.

[intelligentdumbass]

The Golden Apple Incident but-

(Honestly writing this felt like writing a glorified shitpost, so-)

Olympus’ garden was breath-taking; bioluminescent flowers blooming under Selene’s far-reaching gaze as the immortals were having the time of their lives, drunkenly singing under the serene night sky.

Hermes couldn’t help but subtly gaze back at Apollo every now and then, who was talking with one of the muses, when someone caught him off guard by wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He instantly knew who it was the second he smelled the wine in his breath.

“Jealous?~” Dionysus wiggled his eyebrows.

Hermes scoffed. “Jealous of what?”

Dionysus motioned back to the nine sisters. Calliope had her arms wrapped around Apollo’s neck while the god had just given her a small kiss. Hermes rolled his eyes, but, oh little did he know, he was faintly blushing.

The younger brother sighed.

“Look man, if you’re going to keep this up, then you‘re absolutely hopeless. I mean, at this point literally everyone except the distracted blonde you haven’t confessed to knows that you want a piece of that-”

“Hahahaha, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, have you seen Eris? I heard she wasn’t-”

“Hey, don’t change the subject!”

“It’s not what you think! I swear I was just slightly… concerned? I don’t know, he seems a lil off and Cal can prolly sense it too-”

“Pft, excuses excuses-”

Then it happened.

The festivities were suddenly interrupted by their father’s voice thundering across the garden.

“AH-” “What’s this?!”

On his hand he held out an apple as if it was made of pure solid gold. The fruit had struck him on the nose while he was chatting with his siblings. It glimmered and sparkled under the ambient moonlight as if it was enticing all of the immortals to come and have a closer look.

“It… has something engraved onto it? Hold on-” He cleared his throat, and now all eyes were on the king.

“‘It is with my greatest pleasure to present this apple to the loveliest god of them all, a trophy that will stand the test of time, a symbol of the lord’s unrivalled beauty and allure.’”

Whispers echoed throughout the venue, jumping from ear to ear. Now, of course, Zeus would’ve gladly declared himself ownership of the gift as it was thrown at his face. However, barely had a minute passed when the apple was already gone; snatched out of Zeus’ hands by the god of love whose wings immediately threw him up into air as he curiously stared at the prize he was about to award to himself.

“Still the same old insolent piece of shit, huh?”

A golden arrow whizzed out of nowhere, fired from a silver bow and carried by the evening breeze. It narrowly missed Eros’ head and pinned the fruit against one of the trees.

Eros flew after the apple as fast as he could, but by the time he managed to grab a hold of it, there was already another hand, from the archer god himself, and neither party seemed willing to let go.

He hissed. “You arrogant bastard.”

Apollo replied with a shit-eating grin. “Oh please, look whose talking.”

There was one single thought in Hermes’ head. ‘Oh boy.’ He tried to get even closer, running to where Ares and Aphrodite were. He just had to see this.

“Wait!” Athena interrupted, as she was a teensy bit worried that those two were about to murder each other. “This all feels a little… off. We don’t even know where that apple came from-”

“Don’t know; don’t care Misses killjoy!” Eros rolled his eyes. “I can assure you that I sense no malicious auras or weird obscure magic so, perhaps this really is just a gift from some fanatic, at which I am extremely flattered-”

Apollo laughed. “Really, you?? Why on earth would anyone give this to a saucy twink who’s barely taller than Hermes?”

The messenger frowned at the mentioned of his height. Ares gave him a few pats on the back while Dionysus, Artemis and a few other gods snickered. Athena just sighed like she gave up and doesn’t want to involve herself any further. On the other hand, Zeus had stopped trying to come up with a scheme to take back the fruit the second he saw his son want it too. Still though, the way Eros’ and Apollo’s fingers twitched, almost like they wanted to break each other’s necks, was starting to get kind of concerning.

“Okay okay please calm down, both of you.” The last thing Zeus wants is someone’s ichor to be spilled in the middle of a goddamn wedding. “How about-”

“Since you’re the king of the gods, that you be the judge of whoever is deserving to have this apple?” Apollo smiled. “What a wonderful idea father!”

Eros took advantage of that brief distraction of Apollo addressing his father to take the apple and throw it towards his dear mother. “Look, I know he’s usually the one who calls all the final shots, but don’t you think it’d be more fitting to let the literal goddess of beauty decide?”

Zeus thought about it, but decided that choosing between his favorite son and the bastard that could make his libido act up again was a terrible idea. Even Aphrodite herself seemed hesitant to choose and handed the fruit over to Ares because he and Hermes wanted a closer look.

“Uhm, no. I think my very obvious biases would make me one of the least fitting judges for that matter; same goes for Aphrodite. How about… let a mortal who is not part of any of your cults decide, and to please swear not to endanger their life over this.”

 The two gods gave each other a brief death glare before reluctantly agreeing to Zeus’ suggestion.

“Good. Now, where did that apple go?”

They all turned towards Ares, who didn’t have the golden fruit in his hands.

“Dad.” Eros stared. “Where’s the apple?”

“Let’s just say… I got hungry.”

There was a long pause before Eros continued.

“C-Come again?”

“I said what I said; I got hungry and that apple was right there and I got curious so, yeah. Surprisingly tasty-”

“I’m sorry,” Athena just had to interject. “But did you just admit to eating a lump of gold?!”

“Bold of you to assume that would stop the god that broke a chicken’s femur when he bit into its thigh.”

The goddess couldn’t tell if he was faking it and therefore hiding something or if he was actually very serious. Now she really did give up listening in to this conversation and proceeded to walk off to wherever Persephone and Artemis were. It was probably for the best, as it almost looked like she was losing more and more brain cells the longer this situation went on.

Apollo raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Eros was struggling to process what the fuck just happened. He flew over to Hermes who was trying his best not to laugh his ass off.

“Hermes, do you have something to do with this? Did you steal it??”

“Huh? No, why the hell would I want to steal it?? I may be cocky, but not that kind of self-aggrandizing cocky. I don’t have the golden apple with me.”

Eros narrowed his eyes. “How do I know you’re not-”

“Because he isn’t, all of what Hermes just said is true.” Despite the contents of what he said being perfectly harmless, Apollo sounded like he was about to brake Eros’ back the moment he saw the god of love reach into his quiver.

Eros backed off. “Okay okay, but then what? Is that it?!”

The blonde shrugged. “It appears so.”

“Why do you suddenly act like you don’t care??”

“I mean, of course having a pretty golden apple say you’re the best is great, but in my case it’s kind of unnecessary, isn’t it? Like, duh.” There it was again, that shit-eating grin. “Honestly, it was mostly because I didn’t want YOU to have it and gods fucking forbid you use it to constantly annoy me for the rest of eternity.”

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Despite the incident that had killed the mood a few minutes ago, the party seemed to be back in full swing now that Aphrodite took Eros back to wherever Psyche was. It was almost like nothing had ever happened.

Hermes, however, was interested in separating himself from everyone else as far as he possibly could, and he had dragged Apollo along with him until they were deep in some obscure part of the garden.

The messenger let out a nervous laugh. “Okay I have something I need to tell you.”

“That what Ares said, even though I can definitely see him doing it just to piss me off, was a red herring and that he hid the apple somewhere before giving it back to you once Aphrodite got Eros to go away?”

“Damn, you know me too well huh?” He took off his hat, revealing the luster of gold resting on his brown chestnut hair.

The archer laughed. “I’m surprised you got him to cooperate.”

“Guess I’m just that likeable! Plus, he owed me one after distracting you for… something.”

“You what-”

The messenger grabbed the apple and placed his cap back on his head. “I didn’t steal it for myself though.” He smiled, “It is with my greatest pleasure to present this apple to the loveliest god of them all, a trophy that will stand the test of time, a symbol of the lord’s unrivalled beauty and allure.” and then offered up the prize to the surprised blonde.

Apollo accepted, mildly flustered. “Is… Is there some sort of ulterior motive to this?”

“I… suppose you could call it that.”

He sighed. “What do you want, Herms?”

“W-Well… it’s nothing big.” There was a sudden faint flush on Hermes’ cheeks. “What about… a kiss?”

The archer stared and the messenger almost started backtracking on his request but, well, the blonde cut him off before he could, with a soft peck on his lips.