#maybe the only way to grasp the ledge is through a helping hand. for now ill just fall forever and ever and ever.

[naes-dairy]

Moments from slipping away,

Moments from crashing down,

Moments from breaking ground,

Moments from being led astray,

Moments from feeling joy,

Moments from pearly whites,

Moments from the sun so bright,

Moments from feeling destroyed.

Moments fleeting, flashing, through my mind. Last like memories printed out, slowly appear. Slowly forget. Into a net. Captured moments. Locked memories.

Repeated, again

,and again.

And again?

Neverending,

Infinitely falling,

Reaching for solid ground.

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Toilette

steddie, omegaverse, getting ready for bed, 1920s teenage sweethearts

The Harringtons have just gotten home from a seaside vacation, and Steve is excited to sleep in his own bed, surrounded by his nest. In the morning he plans to track down his boyfriend, drag him to the movies, and kiss him senseless. Maybe not in that exact order. And with some repetition thrown in for good measure.

But for now he simply wants to get ready for bed and get out of his traveling clothes. Flora has drawn him a bath, laid out a nightgown, and placed his towel over the heated rack, so all he has to do is strip down and sink into the warm water. To relax. He’s got the latest issue of Picture-Play magazine to leaf through, and plenty of bubbles.

The water’s gone cold and Steve’s fingers are pruney by the time he climbs from the tub and dries off with his deliciously warm towel. Pulling on a lacy pair of knickers and his nightgown, Steve crosses back to his room, only to hear a *plink* against his window.

Startled, he jumps, looking for his robe, but in too much of a rush to cover up, so he grabs a throw blanket from the foot of his bed and wraps it around his shoulders. Another *plink* at the window. Steve peers out into the darkness, but sees nothing.

Another *plink* and this time he sees the flash of something against the glass. He undoes the latch and pushes the window open, and without the light reflecting from his room, he can see into the oak tree and has to hold back a scream.

“Eddie!” he hisses, “What are you doing? You could fall and break your neck!”

“I was on my way home and saw the lights on, sweetheart. I had to see you.” Eddie puts on an innocent face, nimbly making his way along the branch and onto the bit of roof below Steve’s window. He leans inside, smile wide, eyes sparkling as he gazes up at Steve. “You’ve been gone so long, Stevie, and I couldn’t bear to go one more minute than absolutely necessary to see you again.”

“You know my father will kill you if he catches you up here, Eddie,” Steve whispers, the urgency gone from his voice as he leans closer. “And I don’t want you getting hurt over—”

He’s cut off by Eddie’s lips pressing against his own. Steve can’t help it after that, letting go of the blanket as his hands grasp Eddie’s cheeks, holding him in place as he kisses back with everything that’s been waiting, coiled tight inside him for the past month.

When they finally part for air, Eddie’s still staring at Steve like he hung the moon in the sky, and Steve wants nothing more than to pull him inside and snuggle against his chest. Instead, he leans their foreheads together and whispers, “You should go…”

“I know, honey. Just missed ya, is all. Needed your scent fresh in my nose.” He kisses Steve once more for good measure, then pulls back enough to really get a good look at him. Steve can feel his gaze roving over his bare arms, his exposed collar bones.

Eddie almost loses his footing, but he holds on tight to the window ledge, righting himself. “Good night, Stevie. See you in the morning?”

“In the morning, as soon as I can get away.”

Steve grins as he watches Eddie scramble down the oak tree, breathing easier once his alpha has his feet on the ground.

[poraphia]

OKAY THIS IDEA HAS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR AWHILE SOOO

So basically reader is a vigilante and for one reason or another they end up in a fight with Wilbur. Reader is really cocky about it and ends up flirting with him the entire fight. Wilbur is amused and a bit shocked but most likely unaffected.

After a couple fights where the flirting does not stop he decides flirt back thinking reader would also be unaffected because they've been actively flirting the entire time. But reader gets Flustered with a capital F. Like, they're face is all red and everything

"Let's Make Music, Honey Voice."

pairing • siren x vigilante!music!reader 1289 • 9.25.23 containing • continuous flirting and teasing, one HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE FLIRT, depictions of fighting, bits of cursing :) my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"It was so easy winning against you in a fight, but flirting back? You have my knees weak."

♡♡♡

Okay, maybe I got a bit carried away with this one.

But what could I say? It’s not every day you can beat a supervillain senseless.

I stared down at Siren from an elevated rooftop. With a cocky grin, I plucked gently at some tunes on my bass, taunting him with my upbeat melody. He got up from his ruined state, scoffing at my victory lap around the edge.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” I mocked, exaggerating the tilt of my head as my torso nearly bent. “You look so cute when you’re flustered, sweetheart! I guess somebody forgot to do his vocal training today.” I giggled. He only smirked in response, letting his coat flutter with the soft wind that was picking up.

“Yeah, yeah,” He brushed off. “But I’m still standing. Give me some credit here, Strings.” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes before holding my guitar in position. The moon played as our light above us. The street lights below barely illuminated the villain’s strong jaw and curly locks. My hair swayed with the midnight breeze as the moon’s reflection highlighted my axe bass hybrid. I took a deep inhale, a near-enamored sigh escaping my nostrils.

“Fine, I’ll give you another chance, but only because you’re cute!” I chimed. With my thumb, I strummed hard at the steel strings, aiming to knock Siren down again with my sound waves. But instead, Siren dodged out of impact, making a B-Line straight toward me. I quickly hopped off the ledge and onto another building. Siren was behind me, hot on my trail. Quickly, I ran as fast as I could before strumming down, boosting me off of the ground and into the air, leaving Siren breathless. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“I know you’re obsessed with me, but come on now!” I called out. I gently strummed to glide my way through the winds. Siren searched around the building, retrieving a spare, lengthy rope. He fiddled with the material for a few seconds before forming a lasso and hooking me on. A sharp squeak escaped my throat as I was immediately pulled down. I clutched on my bass, bracing for impact, but instead, I landed straight into Siren’s arms.

Immediately, I smiled and stretched my limbs out. “Ahh, sorry babe, you can only hold me like this after our wedding.” I ruffled his hair and hopped out of his grasp, sliding against the concrete floor.

Siren clicked his tongue before rolling his head in a circle, cracking his neck while facing me. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't fight melee.” He commented. I hummed a bit, noticing the slight irritation in his voice. I gripped my bass by the neck, taking off the strap, and pointed the blade of the axe towards him.

“You sure you wanna fight melee? Don’t want to chop your head off.” I giggled.

“Drop your weapon and don’t pick it back up.” His voice rang in my ears in such an angelic way that if I had a choice, I’d probably drop my weapon anyway. My bass axe clattered against the ground, leaving me with my bare hands. I looked at him with puffed-up cheeks, annoyed by his superpower. In turn, he shined his cheeky grin at me.

“No fair!” I cried.

“Oh, it is very much fair.” Without a gap between his words, Siren lunged at me, forcing me to put my arms up in self-defense. I pushed him back by kicking him in the stomach. I aimed to punch his face with one first after another, but skillfully he ducked down and dodged both hits. He ran past me, gripping both of my wrists tight. I winced in pain, struggling for my freedom. With enough tugging, I was able to free my dominant hand, elbowing him in the stomach to loosen his grip on my other arm. I escaped his grasp, turning around so that I could face him.

“Y’know,” I huffed, swinging my leg to kick him in the face, only for him to narrowly avoid my attack with a crouch. He continued to aim punches at me as I struggled to move past his fists. “We could make a cute band together!” We tangoed under the stars as our legs guided us to safety. “Me, the cool bassist that steals your heart, and you, the singer, who would write countless romantic songs for me—!” Before I could continue on my words, Siren made a clean sweep with leg, nearly tripping me over. In one swift second, as I was about to hit the ground, Siren picked up my bass and hooked the two of us inside the strap. My back rested on the instrument as he held it behind me.

The supervillain towered over me in close proximity. I stared up at him, not sure if I could formulate the words to comment on our position. Slowly, he leaned his lips into my ear.

“Then how about we go back to my place and make some sweet, sweet music, hm?” He whispered. "Maybe I could get some lovely tunes out of you.."

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Words refused to register in my brain. “I— Ah— mm—!” Suddenly I was a stuttering mess. The heat rising to my cheeks was nearly unbearable. Siren retreated from my ear and looked down at me a bewildered expression forming on his face. This may be the one time I regret choosing a masquerade mask to protect my identity. If my bashfulness wasn’t apparent enough in my voice, he could certainly see it from my glowing red cheeks!

“Strings, are you..—?”

“S-Shut up!” I interrupted him from continuing his sentence. I slipped out of our position, letting the cool air slap in my face as I turned my back on the blindfolded man. Never has Siren ever attempted to flirt with me back. My heart was racing out of my chest and my knees felt so weak. I wanted to run and squeal around this rooftop, but instead, I maintained my composure to the best of my ability.

As if to toy with me, Siren approached me, pressing his chest against my head. He lifted my bass over me, letting the strap fall onto my shoulder. “Carry your instrument.” He commanded. My arms flew up, immediately grabbing it by the neck and hip. I was too paralyzed and flustered to move and make any sort of remark. This made Siren hum curiously.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet.” He said, almost shocked. It took all my might to not turn around and bang this man in the head. Instead, I remained composed to the best of my ability. He began walking around me, now standing in front. With his hands behind his back, he leaned down with his face nearly inches away from mine. “Let’s call this a tie, I suppose.” His smile was wide and prideful, and rather than being annoyed, I felt my heart melt at such a sight.

“I-It’s whatever…” I mumbled, too shy to even look at him through my mask. Siren chuckled, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger.

“I’ll be seeing you around then, my bassist.” With that, he waved me goodbye as he walked off, disappearing into the night. My heart pounded my ears, not even working up the courage to move my wobbly legs. I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat go down. My eyes trailed down to my bass as my cheeks still tingled at the thought of him.

Fuck..

Ugh.. Fuck!

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a / n ~ was sooo excited to get this fic out when i saw the request a couple days ago! notes, reblogs, replies, whatever! are super duper appreciated! i saw all the little reblogs and replies about being excited for my siren content which is why i decided to push through writing this before i went to sleep! i hope yall enjoyyyy <333

[andysinterlude]

rosekiller microfic -- dive (aug 1) | @rosekillermicrofic | main acc: @andyxcds

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Word Count: 889 tags: swearing. private displays of affection.

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Two cars, both fresh-coated BMWs sat at the ledge of the cliff. A snake and a raven as finishing designs were impeccable in truth, making their way around the car in different loops. From below the cliff, the two BMW E39 5 Series looked the same tint with the help of the moon. In each car, a guy sat in the driver’s seat. Perhaps they bought it together. Perhaps they designed it together.

In the dark blue BMW, Barty switched out his Fall Out Boy cassette for his Type O Negative case and turned up the volume until he couldn’t hear the sound of Evan sliding out his dark green. He glanced over, holding his door half open, to watch Evan slam his door and toss off his white tee, leaving a grey tank underneath. Barty turned down the volume.

“Should I drive down?” He called out. In response, Evan shook his head, keeping his eyes set on the sea before him, letting the breeze fight his face and run its claws through his hair.

“And the towels?” Barty asked. “Pass it. I’ll take it down.”

“Barty, just get over here,” Evan said calmly. Awe twisted his words, making his tone sweet to Barty, trance-like. Barty turned up the volume of his car, pulled on his towel then slammed the door.

He ran over, pulling off his black shirt along with his tank, leaving his chest bare to the wind. Evan looked over his shoulder to catch Barty’s skin glint in the moonlight. Unseen rays of the moon traced over his abs and those lines down his hips. He was inclined to drop his tank as well.

Barty slid off his pants, leaving his boxers, the only thing he wore. When the sea breeze hit his thighs, not only did he begin to understand how romantic the view was, but he also began to see himself feeling colder in nothing short of a minute.

Slowly, Evan pulled his pants down, and let Barty watch the curve of his spine, the bone poking through his skin, and then the edges of his abs in the sunlight. They saw each other in each other. Evan flipped his hair then took Barty’s hand in his and stepped up.

“Ready?” Evan was proud to say he liked the rough feel of Barty’s hands. Calloused like they spent hours at work, on the cars and on his body.

“Yeah,” Barty whispered, leaving goosebumps on Evan’s skin. Maybe his too.

They plunged in a dive, feet tucked, fingers intertwined, mouths wide in a soundless scream. Wind tore at their outstretched arms, and then the water did. It whipped around them as they hit it with a smack and engulfed them in twice the chill they felt on the way down. Barty knew he felt the cold a couple of feet below.

For a moment, they sunk with their eyes wide, adjusted to the sting of the water. Underwater, they could hear the guitar riff of ‘I Don’t Want To Be Me’ and Evan let out a gasp of air he thought he needed. Slowly, they rose to the top, closing in on each other, arms out to grasp onto each other.

Fiercely, Barty grasped onto Evan’s ribcage as Evan hooked onto Barty’s shoulders and swiftly pushed him deeper into the water with a sly shriek.

Barty fought for grip until he caught Evan’s ankles, pulling him down, but stabilizing his own body to get afloat. Whereupon Evan came down, he flung his arms into the air as he went down, then grabbed Barty’s neck in an attempt to save himself.

In that moment, the moment when they were now face to face, skin to skin underwater, something passed through their bodies. Something not physically tangible but physical, nonetheless. That physical thing passed through them as their lips caught each other in the water. It passed as Evan splayed his fingers across Barty’s cheeks and pressed their foreheads together as they kissed.

It also passed as they felt themselves slowly rise to the surface and gave themselves air to breathe. That feeling – the one that feels like going every mile above the speed limit, the one that feels like falling down a cliff with the love of your life in your arms – was like ecstasy. To them both at least.

 “Fucking cunt,” Evan said breathlessly.

“What?” Barty reeled back, cocking his head to the side.

“I really fucking hate that song.” Barty couldn’t help but let out a devilish howl matched with a grin of the same. He wrapped a leg around Evan’s .

“No, really. I do. I’m picking next time,” He said playfully, pushing Barty away from him, kicking his feet out from the tangle.

“Alright.” Barty said with a sigh, wading back to Evan and grasping his head and pressing his lips to Evan’s forehead.

“That was crazy. Wanna go again?” Evan said underneath Barty’s grip.

“We have to walk all the way up there.” Barty groaned, pulling his hands down to Evan’s hip, letting himself feel Evan’s muscles relax under his touch.

“I’ll walk up, bring the car down and we can go again,” Evan proposed, staring into Barty’s brown dripping hair.

“It’s fine. Let’s go together.”

“Okay.” Evan changed the song as soon as he got his hands on Barty’s car.

[txtaetertots]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 29: focus on me

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ note ] yn x beomgyu luvrs club rise

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When Beomgyu said he wanted to take her somewhere fun, YN thought maybe they’d go to to an arcade or even lotte world. But, when he excitedly took her hand to pull her into an roller skating rink she grew more nervous than ever. YN had only been skating less than a hand full of times and she was certain she was going to make a fool of herself.

They came upon the rental desk and asked for their sizes from the young worker behind the counter. Beomgyu’s smile beamed as he took their skates and led YN to one of the many benches. He motioned for her to take a seat while he knelt on the floor, adjusting the laces for her skates as she took her own shoes off. He reached for her foot to put her skates on for her, but she jerked her leg trying to take the skates herself. Beomgyu furrowed his brows and whined.

“Hey! I’m trying to be romantic here,” he huffed. YN stifled a giggle as she watched Beomgyu’s infamous pout take form as he resumes putting her skates on for her. He took the heel of her feet and carefully pushed the skates on, tying them securely and making sure they’re comfortable.

“Is this something Danny would do for Sandy?” YN asked as Beomgyu got up to sit on the bench and put his own skates on. He shrugged, “I dunno. But, it’s definitely something Beomgyu would do for YN.”

YN couldn’t help the blush overtaking her cheeks and the tips of her ears. He always said cheeky things like this, why are they starting to get to her just now?

Beomgyu didn’t notice the redness of her ears when he got up and took her hands, guiding her to the rink. He carefully walked backwards, trying not to laugh at the panicked steps she was taking and the power grip she had on his fingers. They entered the rink and YN turned into a stiff board. She refused to let go of Beomgyu’s hands, pleading with him to help her.

“Relax,” Beomgyu laughed. “It’s easy! Just glide through your steps!”

It was no use. YN shook her head fiercely, refusing to move her legs in fear of falling. It was actually rather amusing seeing the way she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from crying as Beomgyu gently pulled her along the wall of the rink. He carefully placed her hands on the edge and tried to wiggle his hands free.

“No, Beomgyu, please don’t let go,” she pleaded desperately. Beomgyu let his hands travel from her arm up to her shoulder and down to her waist, assuring her that he had her and wasn’t going to let her fall. He positioned himself beside her, hands on either side of her waist.

“Don’t worry. I got you. Just follow my lead,” he whispered into her ear. YN felt the stiffness in her body dissipate, replaced with the relaxation of being secure in Beomgyu’s grasp. He slowly began guiding her steps, gently pushing her. YN still kept one hand on the ledge as she clumsily tried to glide through her steps like he said.

Embarrassment aside, YN was already starting to feel better. She nearly forgot all about the messages from Soojung. It was almost like they never happened. All that mattered to her in this moment was being with Beomgyu. Hearing his laugh and teasing comments all while doing his best to take care of her and make sure she didn’t fall. The smell of his cologne rubbing off his shirt onto her shoulder. And, most importantly, his flirtatious advances all covered under the guise of ‘method acting’. Hm. Method acting.

YN didn’t date. She claims to have more important things to worry about than having a boyfriend. But, she never knew it could be this lovely having one. Beomgyu may not have been her real boyfriend, but he sure knew how to act like it. Maybe it was just in his innate nature to be a bit of a flirt, but either way, it felt nice. It felt nice being attended to and called such lovely things. It felt nice being looked at like she was the most precious thing in the world. It was just a shame it was all a part of an act. But, YN couldn’t deny she was loving every second of it and pretending like it was real for her. Even if it’s just in brief intervals. She’d never admit it out loud. It’s better it’s not real. Less to worry about when she finally moves to New York.

Too engrossed in her clouded mind, YN almost didn’t notice how Beomgyu had let go. A mischievous smile across his lips as he slowly let go of her waist, watching as she started skating by herself.

“There you go!” He exclaims, immediately bringing her out of her thoughts. YN is startled and looks back to see Beomgyu a few feet behind her. His distance makes her hyperaware of her position, causing her to forget how to move and begin stumbling. She gasps, trying to reach for the ledge to catch herself when she feels Beomgyu pull up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He held her so tight she held her breath.

She looks up at him, eyes wide and clearly frightened. Beomgyu looked down at her with a small reassuring smile. His eyes were so gentle, almost like they were spilling out with adoration as he stared at those pretty features looking up at him. “I told you I got you,” he reminded sweetly.

They took a break briefly to have lunch. Beomgyu went to order from the concession bar, leaving YN at a table with her thoughts again. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of Beomgyu’s arms around her. It wasn’t the first time he held her, considering the scenes they’ve rehearsed so far. But, it felt different this time. It felt real.

When Beomgyu returned, she blinked herself back to reality and smiled up at him. He set down her order and took the seat across from her. YN watched him settle in, unaware that she had her chin in the palm of her hand and was smiling like a fool. He had the prettiest eyes…

“So, how are we feeling?”

YN furrowed her brows, immediately sitting up straight. “What?”

“Are you feeling better?” Beomgyu rephrased, looking at her with concern. “You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

Yeah, you, YN thought.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened? I’m here for you, you know? I know we’re just costars and all, but I’d like to think of us as friends, too,” Beomgyu smiled, reaching out to take her hand in his. He gently stroked his thumb across her knuckles. His touch felt so comforting.

“I don’t know,” YN sighs. “I’m starting to think maybe I’m being childish. It was so long ago, you know? And people probably don’t even remember any of it, so maybe it really wasn’t that big of a deal?”

Beomgyu furrowed his brows and shook his head, his grip on YN’s hand tightening. “No. You were hurt, and you still are. Don’t dismiss your feelings like that! Her intentions clearly aren’t pure and that’s really messed up. You have every right to feel reluctant to accept her sketchy apology.”

Beomgyu seemed more upset than YN. His eyes were sharp, the warmth they radiated replaced with.. pain? One would think Soojung had personally wronged him with the way he held his ground so firmly. Of course, only Beomgyu knew why he felt so strongly about this. He knows how painful it is to be wronged and receive a half-assed apology.

“I suppose you’re right,” YN says carefully, staring at the way her hand fit so perfectly in his. “I guess this is just one of those things she does to get in my head.”

“From now on, only focus on me,” Beomgyu proposed. “We’re the only two people you should be worried about until this is all over. Okay?”

YN smiled and nodded. Beomgyu held his pinky up, making her promise to keep her word. She obliged, wrapping her pinky around his and locking their promise. It wasn’t a hard task. After all, she’s been focused solely on him since he texted her that afternoon. She liked thinking about him. About Choi Beomgyu.

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[cowboy-lover69]

Personal Project (prologue)

(this is my first original work ever, I wanted to branch out a bit from fanfic so I am starting this series. I only have it roughly planned and don't know how long it will be or if I'll stick with it so well see. this is not beta-read so if anyone wants to volunteer to beta-read the next chapter go ahead.

anyway, enjoy!! and happy holidays)

Dizzy… that's how she felt. Her feet aligned perfectly with the stone wall as she wobbled, trying to balance herself. If she fell now she would no less break a few bones, though she wasn’t thinking about that. Alcohol had flown through her system and most inhibitions had been gone. She felt some guilt about the way she chose to cope, though when the thought crossed her line she just took another swig. She didn’t even remember where she got the bottle of rum. Maybe she found it…. Perhaps she bought it, it doesn't matter not to her, not now.

The cold wind blew through her hair and covered her body in bliss. The stars were bright here; the closer she got to the sky, the more she could see. She was high up on one of the guard walls that kept the wealthy separated from the sickly and poor. She had never been up this high before, so close to the wealthy—well, that wasn’t entirely true. She rather forget the last time she was up here, so she took another drink.

She looked down for a moment, that was her mistake. Her foot slipped on the stone, sending her off the wall. She was able to grasp onto the stone wall before she fell. The rough stone cut through her bare, weak hands. Her other arm was hanging at her side, she struggled to will it to move. She gritted her teeth as her hand that held the ledge started to wobble and slip. The stone was slightly wet from the rain earlier that day which wasn’t helping in the slightest. She tried to kick her feet desperately against the wall but it was futile, there was no foothold to be found.

She glanced back down to see what she would land on if she fell. There were two places she could possibly land. One was the stone road which was fairly far down, if she landed there she would most certainly die or she would want to. The other option was the roof of the house directly below her. It was closer to her than the road, she thought she might only break a bone or two, or if she was unlucky she split her head open and died either way.

The worst of her luck was yet to come as she noticed the bottle of rum she had dropped during her fall was rolling towards the edge of the wall. She hoped it would stop before it reached the edge and hit her in the face of course it didn’t. The glass bottle rolled off the wall and hit her head rather hard. It didn’t break but it startled her enough that her grip on the wall loosened and she fell.

She always thought falling off a great height would be dramatic and slow like it was in the books she read growing up, but as her entire life had proven to her, nothing seems as sensational in real life as it does in fiction. It was fast she hardly blinked and she had landed on the roof. She was in rather an awkward position because she had landed her leg first. She had been crouched for a second but then a sharp burst of pain showed in her left leg, followed by the cracking sounds of crushed bone.

“Ah fuck” she hissed through grit teeth as she gripped her presumably broken leg.

She fell over onto her side and curled herself into a tight ball. She sat like that for what felt like ages, over time more pains had grown in her body. One in her head, one in her chest, one in her arm. There was nothing she could do but wait, wait for help, or wait for death. She knew her father would be disappointed in her, she could have tried harder to get herself out of this situation. The alcohol still in her system helped a bit with the pain. She had drank so much she could hardly focus on anything, no less the pain. At some point, whether it was the alcohol or the pain she closed her eyes and was dead to the world.

[aamirastories]

Part 3

I'm putting these out quite regularly now as I have a lot of this already written, but will slow down now to give a chance to catch up for those following along!

The Hikers

March 10th, 2023

My legs were on fire. I looked up. When my father said this was going to be a short climb to the top, I would love to know what scale of measurement we’d used. 

I looked down. Sure, we’d come a long way. Looking up again though, the top seemingly faded seamlessly into the clouds.

“Come on! We’re almost there!”, my father said.

Now I knew what deja-vu was. It was hearing that every hundred or so metres. My father was an ex-Navy seal – tall, rugged with short greying hair. Our bond grew after my mother passed away and whilst I struggled growing up, Dad had really been working on his bond with me and this hike was an example of that. Years of demanding special ops missions and training have left him tough, physically and mentally and even out of service many years, he still kept himself in great shape. I on the other hand was only just beginning to get used to this increased level of torture-come-training that he led me through weekly. I was skinny and was never comfortable with exercise, though I did always prefer exploring and Dad and I always had a bond through this. I however, was exhausted.

We continued climbing up the gradual slope, my legs burning with each step. I focused on regulating my breathing as I tracked our progress, counting over 500 laborious steps upward. The ground unexpectedly levelled off into a plateau still shrouded in mist, surprising me. Where was the peak?

“Almost there!” My dad called out ahead, striding vigorously towards the blanket of clouds. I hurried to catch up, confused. We'd hiked miles, the thin, cool air signalling high altitude.

As soon as I entered the fog, it enveloped me completely. The astonishing vista left behind vanished - there was only a haze of white. We wandered sightless amidst the swirling vapor; the mountain's peak shrouded. A surreal sensation came over me, as if floating in another realm high above earthly bounds. I focused on my father's broad back as my anchor point, shadowing his tireless gait through this bizarre, muffled limbo.

Just when unease began overwhelming me, the fog thinned. Crisp blue sky emerged above while sunlight dappled the rocks golden. Scrambling up boulders, I grasped a ledge, pulling myself to the summit on hands and knees, my heart racing and my lungs on fire, before standing up. I got a little lightheaded, but my father steadied me, as the weight of the rucksack on my back obeyed gravity and threatened to help me take the quick way back down the mountain. 

I looked around. The view was gorgeous. The sky was a rich blue with only a faint wisp of cloud on the horizon. There was a nice cool breeze which I appreciated as it helped to cool my face, sweat still pouring down it. I slowly turned, taking in the vista, careful not to lose footing again. 

In the distance. What was it? I called out to my father.

“Dad? What’s that?”

It took him a moment. I pointed in the direction, and he finally spotted it, as it grew closer.

“An aircraft maybe? Seems to be going quickly whatever it is.” he replied.

“The trail though, it’s not white, it’s grey, almost black.” I added, and focused on it more, shading my eyes with my hand placed over my eyebrows. It was hard to discern a particular shape of it although it did glint in the sun, so I could only surmise it was made of some kind of metal.

It was coming more quickly now, the front of it turning a more yellow orange, and suddenly my heart began to race again.

“It’s definitely not an aircraft” my dad said. He picked up his phone and zoomed into it, getting a closer look.

As it got so close, we felt we could almost make out the shape of it, trying to work out exactly what it was, it exploded. The sound hit us about 4 seconds later, a loud bang, this deafening peal accompanied by a blast of scorching wind that sent us both backwards.

“WOW!” My dad said as he looked at me.

Where the object had previously been, a blue cloud was hanging in the air, spreading and becoming fainter as it did, the wind beginning to carry it over our heads. We stared at it for a matter of minutes before it completely faded. I could swear, before my dad looked at me that the faintest smell of what I could only describe as coriander was in the air but dismissed it immediately. We breathed air that had been endlessly hot – I could still feel the residual heat on my face. As the smoke dispersed, the sky looked pale and empty again.

“Come on, let’s head back down again. I need to write this down before I forget and post these pictures to some friends.” my dad said and began to step cautiously down the steep slope. I looked back up, no sign of where the object had been, before turning again and following him down, my path tracing his.

[elpida]

@shelbysdevil

Erin had heard of the outbreak, the fight in the forbidden forest.. and she'd searched high and low. She couldn't find Tommy. Even after their fight that night last week... if he was in trouble, whilst she wasn't a fighter she'd do her best to keep him as safe as he kept her. It was the idea that she had no idea what was happening that drove her to run through the forest, swatting twigs and branches from her path. She didn't even know who it was against who, she just knew that when she couldn't find him, he'd be here. "Tommy!" she called, finding herself lost. She didn't frequent this land, she never went too deep into the forest. On sunny days she'd venture just a little, mainly to observe the plants, to take some cuttings and grow them in tiny pots on her window ledge.

What if he was hurt? What if she was the only one that'd look for him, that'd heal his wounds? "Tomm-" she heard a crack up ahead, a twig stepped on, then fast footsteps and before she could even move she was staring at two people, their cloaks dark and she knew just from the menacing stare that this wasn't... good. They weren't there to help her find him. "A hufflepuff? This far in the forest?" they scoffed at her. Not just a hufflepuff, but the bravest one. The one with the biggest heart on her sleeve. "She can't be a hufflepuff." the other scoffed, pushing through the greenery. "Look at her, hasn't even pointed her wand. Tell you what, grab her. We'll take her skin. Looks smooth." with that, Erin didn't waste anymore time. She changed direction and ran. She had to find Tommy, she was just lost and had no idea what to do. Fight, sure. If she had to but she didn't want to.

Erin came to a skidding halt when she realized that her path ahead had stopped.. there was no more path. It was a cliff, the height of it sickening because those two were still hunting her out. "No, no no- Tommy where are you.." she peeked over the edge, daring to guess if she could jump but there wasn't a chance of it. She was fretting, hands shaking. She knew how this would go, he'd be mad that she ran out here even when she knew there was trouble. She'd seen some of the professors head this way too but she couldn't hear them and she'd not seen any of them. Shaking hands tried to grip her wand. "Tommy, I need you." she breathed out softly, wondering if he'd sense her... if he'd hear her someone, sense like he always seemed to, that she truly needed him right now. It was like a cloud washing over her, this feeling that something bad was about to happen. She'd had that her whole life, a sense of the foreboding. A second later she heard the words. Bombarda, not at her, but the stony edge under her feet that she felt crumbling. She turned, surging herself forward so she could grip to the edge. Her wand rolled along the floor and the man that wanted her skin? He stood on it, applying pressure enough that she heard the wood straining before it cracked, snapping clean in half.

Her hands were grasping at stone, trying to dig into the path but she couldn't and she couldn't pull herself up either. "Tommy! Please- please." she'd screamed that time. Both of them laughed, finding her plead hilarious. "Look at her, pathetic little thing, he wont come for one like her." her feet dug into the side of the cliff. She was going to fall... she was going to fall and he wasn't here, but she kept trying to hold on. Maybe this is how she'd go... a frightened little animal, scrambling for help, holding onto a hope that she should've let go of. This couldn't be it. "She can't even apparate." the other howled with laughter. "Leave her, let her fall. A pathetic death for a witch." They continued to laugh at her breathy insistence that she could... she could, she had to.

[mcuntainbcrn]

ever-winter​:

Still, he couldn’t help but for his thoughts to drift a little as he watched Lumine stand up. Sure, there was the old side that was still very much alive, sneering down at the ‘princess’ to have fallen off her high horse - but there was a smaller, annoyed voice, one that wondered if perhaps he had put a little too much into the bond that he and the traveller had. Oh, it wasn’t anything alike to friendship, but it wasn’t honestly hate either. Maybe it was due to him not having a heart that he found it difficult to place a word on the emotions that he was trying to grasp hold of. What did it matter anyways? The only person he wanted to make happy was right by his side, his gaze drifting back in her direction as he became aware of the number of eyes currently settled in their direction. So much for keeping a low profile - then again, their outfits along screamed out that they were outlanders - but that wasn’t too uncommon, given the festival and all.

Darn. He’d just been beginning to relax, but now the dumb traveller had managed to make at least some of his defenses snap into place, his fingers wrapping slightly tighter around Maggie’s as he nodded and lead the way back towards the crowded stalls nearby. Why was he allowing this to irritate him as much as it seemed to?

“Should we go for a puzzle or hair piece…mind you we could get both I suppose”. His funds from the Fatui had been spread around various banks within Teyvat, though finding places that had no connection with the Fatui had been a bit of a headache, but having the Archon of Wisdom on your side helped with such annoyances, “And the lantern…well let’s get that second. I think that’ll be down near the harbour”.

Her head was still swimming a fair amount, still debating as to whether or not she should release her grip on his hand...only for him to answer that question for her - by increasing his hold on hers, and taking the lead in weaving them through the crowds; okay, so...he wasn’t made uncomfortable by it.

...strange how that made her feel as happy as it did.

There was a light shake of her head to clear it before responded where Nahida’s gift was concerned, “I’m thinking both - I’m glad to pitch in as well; I rarely, if ever, venture quite so deeply into civilization like this, and I have a fair amount of mora stowed away in various locations throughout Teyvat I can dip into.”  the sensation of eyes boring into her dissipated somewhat - if nothing else, Lumine seem to have taken the hint and actually decided to let them be for now.

Hopefully the day could get back on track now - the entire point of the trip was for the two of them to take their minds off of things and relax a touch after going through something as arduous as they had; a slow breath was drawn to fill her lungs, exhaling some of her lingering stress as she gave his hand a light squeeze, allowing her gaze to train up through the landscape that overlooked the bustling city they strolled through, coming to rest on a high cliff face that undoubtedly would have a spectacular view of the sea illuminated by lantern light.

“When we’ve finished making our selection and have completed our rounds through the stalls, I may have spied a rather nice vantage point for us to release our lantern from.” she nodded at the distant ledge as she moved to move side by side with him; even with her primary defense dulls, she never thought she would see the day she would willingly walk through a crowded street like this, let alone with her fingers interlaced with another...and yet it felt so natural.

How funny.

[cloudninetonine]

Okay, I see your single parent! Player and I raise you: godparent! Player.

This is more in tune with LuImagines blog but I'm gonna put it here because it was introduced here. Hear me out because I'm gonna throw a bunch of ideas at the wall that don't string together at all, instead of player having a kid, mf was literally just babysitting a kid before both of them got scooped up into dink's antics.

(I didn't know the gn term for aunt/uncle so I used godparent, someone who is close to the kid but not 'this is my responsibility') I mentioned Pinky because I can't help but see the kid as just Lucky/kid link of player's Hyrule (I use 'player rather loosely here btw). I say this because 1) the kid's a little shit and 2) the chain absolutely wouldn't let a random person and their child travel with them, not unless the kid in question is another Link, one that is far too young (according to some links) to defend themself against Dink (the person who brought them all here for some reason). Player and Lucky's relationship is like that one meme of the guy holding his kid upside down by the ankles, now it's that x2 because they've adopted wind into their little 'family' and by Hylia if player isn't carbon cut copy of the 'hot mean older brother' I don't know what is.

Or maybe parental figure! Player who is in a similar situation to Eda from The Owl House. "I Don't want kids" "who's that *points to Lucky*" "an exception" or "I've had Lucky(and Wind) for ___ weeks now and if anything happens to them I'm killing everyone and then myself". Player is not a good parental figure, and Time and Twilight both have aneurysms whenever player turns to one of the two and says something like "you wanna know how to make a pipe bomb?""you want to jump off the ledge into the sea? Sure lemme get Wild's slate I want a picture"

I bring this up because Player isn't Link's parent they are but shhh, Link knows that, strangers however, don't.

Player is trying to spit some game, either to get cheaper prices or they saw someone real cute. Either way, it works and said person reciprocates and offers a time for a date. Suddenly a childish voice yells out "HEY MOM/DAD/ETC." Player's soul is halfway to Hylia by the time they feel a small hand grasp theirs with a 'there you are! I've been lookin' all over for ya!'. Player can only look somberly at his huge grin and evil bright eyes. The two immediately walk off, player unable to even look in the merchants direction from sheer embarrassment. A Link is not a Link if they are not a little shit at some point in their life, so you can expect Wind to join in at some point--hell, even Four joined once.

"Why can't you guys just let me have nice things!!!"

"because we're family, dummy."

Also because I did mention lucky and it seems a crime to not include this. Essentially Lucky works because reader decided to defeat Ganon all on their own because Lucky was too young to do so himself. I feel like, while Lucky would be extremely thankful that Player took that burden off of him (and the entirety of Hyrule), I can't help but feel that he would go through a phase of imposter syndrome, especially around 9(10 if First is there) Heroes who are essentially Him but they didn't need help, they actually got the job done all on their own, who is he compared to them? I feel like he and Wind (and probably Wild later on) would really bond in not fitting in with the others, that's probably why Wind was essentially part of your family before the rest were. Maybe Wind tells him that he did have help on his journey, and that her wishes that he had someone like player. Jokes on them both, it doesn't make either of them less of a link, less of a person just because they relied on others for help, that they didn't fulfill destiny as intended

Not looking over this me tired 📦

I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT LUCKY BUT WHO IS HE??

Okay but Player's just the "I didn't sign up for this but might as well." sort of God parents because if no one else is gonna do it then who will?

[sacredsorceress]

Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him. 

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV. 

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance. 

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval. 

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for. 

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

[spaceskam]

3x09 Coda

"I sort of hate your house."

"Well, thank you so much, Guerin. I didn't exactly major in decor, but I didn't think it was that much of an eye sore."

Michael rolled his eyes, running his thumb down the length of Alex's index finger. Soft, champagne colored sheets draped over them like some sort of renaissance painting, their legs tangled beneath them in a way that felt too good to be true. This whole thing was too good to be true.

Minus the bullshit with his dad being Max's clone and said clone-dad trying to maximize chaos in all aspects, obviously.

"I don't mean it looks bad–though it sure as hell doesn't look like you live here–but," Michael paused, his eyes drifting to their hands. He ran his thumb over the back of his hand before grasping it and pulling it up to place a kiss in the center of his palm. "Two separate times I've come here to find you MIA. Twice."

Alex's eyes flickered around, his light expression changing into something a little darker. Michael pressed a few sloppy kisses to his palm in an attempt to lessen that. Alex breathed a laugh from his nose.

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault. I'm just saying that I don't have the best memories of this place," Michael admitted. Alex hummed, scooting closer. They were almost nose to nose. On purpose. Without arguing.

"I have to stay here another year to make it financially worth it, but after that we can go wherever you want," Alex said. Michael's stomach clenched with anticipation. "This isn't the only Deep Sky base in the world. This isn't the only place to do research."

"You wanna travel the world with me doing research?" Michael asked. Alex grinned and rolled his eyes.

"That is literally all I want."

Michael leaned forward to kiss his lips, the action welcome and even wanted.

"What about the Lockhart machine?" Michael asked against his lips, moving to his jaw and then his neck. Because he could. Because they were in bed together–a big one with 6 pillows and they could fit without being pressed together and Alex still wanted to be pressed together anyway.

"Yeah, we're obviously working on that first. That and Jones. Which I think it'll help with the Jones situation once we get it to work like it's supposed to," Alex said, tilting his head back, "You know, minus the hallucination-inducing part."

Michael paused for a moment and raised his head to meet his eyes.

"What'd you hallucinate by the way? I didn't wanna pry in the moment because it obviously put you in a shitty mindset, but... What was it?" Michael asked. Alex sighed and avoided eye contact, shifting to try to sit up. Michael regretted it almost instantly. "Wait, sorry. You don't have to tell me. Just–is it something I need to worry about?"

Alex licked his lips, hesitating before he sat up anyway. Michael followed him and tried not to get too panicked that he was ruining shit already. Old habits die hard, after all.

"it was your mom," Alex said softly, like he was sparing Michael's feelings as if he was the one who literally got talked to the ledge by alien-induced hallucinations.

"My mom," Michael repeated. Alex nodded. "So. My mom talked you to a ledge."

"No, I knew it was a hallucination," Alex said, reaching for his hand, "I knew it was just my thoughts, my doubts and fears and everything personified. I can't say why it was her for sure, either because I was thinking about her because it's her machine or to make it hurt more. I don't want to be the guy to fuck up the image you have of your mom in your head. It was just my brain fucking me over."

"You don't have to explain yourself, I know you didn't have control over it," Michael said, though he was admittedly a little put off by the entire thing. Not for any other reason than knowing Alex will always think of that when he sees pictures of her face or hears her name.

Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't have any to hang up.

"But you're upset."

"Not with you," Michael insisted, grabbing his hand again, "Upset that you had to go through that."

"I did it to myself," Alex said. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, to make sure he knew this didn't change anything. Even if it did add an extra layer of fucked between them.

"Just, you're okay, aren't you? Up here?" Michael asked, reaching up to tap the side of Alex's head as he tested their foreheads together. He wanted to just grab him and pull him to lay down again but he was decided that was Alex's call. He didn't want to push.

"Yeah," Alex breathed, "Well, I mean, no, but nothing out of the ordinary."

Michael snorted a laugh, "Can't judge that, can I?"

"No, you can't," Alex said, amusement leaking back into his tone as his hand slid up Michael's arm and to his neck. Michael smiled effortlessly at the contact.

He couldn't get enough of how unabashedly tactile Alex was this time around. It was a dream come true.

"Just, you know, tell me if it ever gets too much again," Michael said, "What the point of having an all powerful alien if you don't let me help?"

"Oh, you're all powerful now?" Alex asked, his hand moving to Michael's chest and slowly pushing him back down into the mattress. His head hit the pillows that smelled like Alex, a smirk finding his face as Alex slowly lowered towards him.

"Oh yeah, didn't you hear?" Michael said, somehow not vibrating off the bed in excitement as Alex's body heat engulfed him, "Got an alien upgrade."

"Like what?" Alex breathed, ducking to press hot, open mouthed kisses to his collar bone.

Michael was euphoric.

"I, uh, found out I was basically born to be an arsonist, so that's something."

Alex laughed, resting his head against Michael's chest, all bare and beautiful and warm. And Michael really felt the difference between the bliss now and the bliss from all of the times before. The looming dread of an end was gone.

For the first time, when it came to Alex, he was weightless.

[hellion-writes]

Surprise Conversations

Pairing: 10th Doctor x reader (intended as platonic)

Pronouns used: They/them (gender neutral reader)

Summary: When life isn’t great for you, a strange man talks to you when you’re at your lowest. 

Word count: 2,345 (edited)

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self deprecation

(A/N): Wrote this as a sort of vent/comfort within the span of 3ish hours and it’s currently 6:30 in the morning. This takes place sometime between Martha and Donna. Enjoy and ignore the awful title and writing pls

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It was always behind you, looming over your shoulder and breathing down your neck with saccharine addled air. You breathed in that oxygen against your will; sometimes that was the only way you could get through the day. Other times, it was the thing that ruined your perfect day. 

It whispered in your ear whenever you made a mistake, no matter how small. It only started yelling whenever you started to decline, escalating to screaming when you were at your worst. You could swear that your eardrums were tattered beyond belief and that you could hear the remnants of the voice in the back of your mind whenever it wasn’t there, but you just chalked it up to the pains of growing up and becoming an adult. 

You listened to it sometimes. You listened to it when it told you that you were a failure for getting anything besides a perfect score on a test. You listened to it when it told you that you were incapable of love when you and your childhood best friend started to drift apart. You listened to it when it told you that slashing at your skin with the razor blade you had unscrewed from a handheld pencil sharpener would solve your problems. And for the most part, you felt as if it was best that you listened to it. 

There were times that you ignored it, though; this was usually whenever it’s ideas were too drastic for the situation. It called for you to jump when you came across ledges and bridges. It beckoned you towards the knife block and commanded you to stick them all in your abdomen. It wants you to jump onto the rails whenever you are boarding a train. 

Ignoring it was hard, but doable when you didn’t have anything to stress out about. A couple of cuts and you’d be good to go for the day. It would be silent. 

That was until things started to pile up. Bill due dates were getting closer and closer, friends were increasingly leaving, your debts were growing larger and larger, and your family was basically nonexistent in helping you with your problems. So you decided to finally give in and listen to everything the voice told you to do. 

You found yourself at your favorite part of the city you lived in: the bridge overlooking the ocean. It had a perfect view of the moon and it’s beams glistening on the ever moving waves. It gave you some comfort that things would continue after you would be at your end. It was beautiful and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least have something to see before you died. 

You were sitting on the ledge, feeling the salty sea breeze raise the goosebumps on your skin. Your grip on the metal bars was tight, almost as steely as the beam itself. Your feet dangled over the abyss limply. 

“Hey.” A voice broke through the quiet, making you jump out of your skin and almost lose your grip on the bars. “Sorry,” they awkwardly coughed. A figure came to a seated position next to you, dragging your eyes off from the waves below. 

The first thing you registered about him was the gravity-defying hair slightly being shifted by the breeze. In the back of your mind, you wondered how much gel he had to use to get it to stick up like that. The second thing you noticed was the way he looked at you. His eyes were expressive, probably more so than the average person. They were a deep brown color, the pupil almost blending in with his iris. 

“So, I assume you aren’t out here for a little stroll?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes and gave you a sliver of a smile. You shook your head and returned to looking over at the ocean. He sat with you in silence for a moment before he spoke up, “what’s your name?” 

“Why do you need to know?” 

“I like meeting new people,” he shrugged. “If it makes it easier, I’ll tell you mine: I’m the Doctor.” 

“Doctor who?” You asked skeptically.

“Just the Doctor,” he grinned widely. 

“Well Doctor, it’s strange that you’re making small talk with someone sitting on the ledge.” 

“Like I said, I like meeting new people… Nice day outside, isn’t it? Or should I say night?”

“Yeah,” you hummed quietly. Silence enveloped you both once more, only the sounds of each other’s breathing and the occasional shuffle being heard whenever one of you moved. It was starting to unnerve you, so you decided that telling him your name wasn’t going to do any harm. “(Y/n).”

“What?” He asked quietly.

“(Y/n). That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” you sighed out the last phrase. Normally, you would’ve said it with a large grin and happiness exuding from your every feature but you just felt numb. 

“(Y/n),” he said slowly, as if getting a feel for your name, “that’s a lovely name. It suits you, you know. Nice to meet you,” he stuck a hand out towards you and gave you a smile that almost melted the numbness that froze you. You stared at it for a moment before slowly moving to grasp his hand in yours and give it a firm little shake.

“Likewise,” you mumbled. He jumped slightly when your cold skin met his warm hand, looking at you in alarm. 

“You’re freezing,” he said before shrugging off his trench coat and laying it across your shoulders. An instant warmth enveloped you, making you unconsciously lean into the warmth. He was warm, incredibly warm. When your nose brushed against the collar, you caught a slight whiff of cologne and… something that you couldn’t place your finger on. Maybe apples or grass? Or a mixture of the two, you didn’t ponder on it. The Doctor was warm and he smelled good. 

“Well being cold is the least of my worries right now, Doc,” a small chuckle left you. You gestured at the water below you wordlessly. It was then that you noticed his slightly beaten up off white converse shoes. “Nice shoes by the way. Not my definition of dress shoes, but at least you aren’t running around barefoot. I respect it.” 

“Thanks,” he grinned, wiggling his feet in the air slightly, “they’re my lucky pair, haven’t failed me yet.”

“You know, you could use a magic eraser or something to get those dirt stains off from them.”

“Why would I do that? These stains are memories,” he pointed to a slightly purple spot. “This is when R- an old friend accidentally ran into trouble with some nasty things.” He pointed to a small grass stain, “this is when I was running with Martha.” 

He had a fond smile on his face as he started to tell you stories about his adventures with his friends. There was Martha, the brilliant doctor (also a doctor, interesting) that almost matched his intelligence. Then there was Sarah Jane, a gifted journalist with a knack for discovering and defending the truth. K-9. Romanas I and II. Peri. Grace. Susan. Kamelion. It was as if this man had lived several lifetimes. 

“It sounds like someone’s lived quite the life,” you mused when the conversation fizzled out. 

“I have,” he nodded, an almost hidden wistfulness in his tone. “Now what about you? I feel like I’ve been hogging the conversation.”

“No, you’re fine; I liked hearing about your friends. As for me, well my life’s just not important.”

“Not important,” he scoffed. “Impossible. I’ve never met anybody who’s life wasn’t important. Everybody has a story, what’s yours?” 

You were silent for a moment before you took a deep breath. What’s one more hour of conversation? It wasn’t like you had any time constraints. You diverged into sharing some aspects of your life, just the small things that wouldn’t normally make any normal person bat an eye at. 

But the Doctor wasn’t a normal person.

You didn’t mean that in a negative way, no far from it. He actually was invested in what you had to say, not just politely nodding along. He asked you questions about what you were talking about, subtly pushing you to elaborate further. Soon enough you both were laughing like you were old friends catching up with each other. If anybody drove past you both, they probably would have thought you both were insane. 

“You actually did that?” He asked incredulously through his snickering. 

“Yes, I was a gullible kid. Not my fault that I’d do anything for a quarter and a cool looking rock,” you smiled and leaned your head against the metal bar behind you. “Everyone thought I was going to become a geologist when I got older with how much I’d hoard rocks in my room like there was no tomorrow. Made Mum cross with me for bringing dirty things into the house, but she never found the stash I had in the basement. I actually think that they’re still there, hidden in a box collecting dust.” You sighed and tightened your grip on the bars, “there’s no appeal in rocks when you grow up and see that the little sparkles and colors in them are just… imperfections that should be ignored.” 

“The little imperfections I see in rocks,” he began, pinching a small bit of loose concrete between his pointer finger and thumb and brought it up to his face to examine it. “Are the things I refuse to ignore. They’re charming and separate it from being just a hunk of slate you find in a rock garden.”

“I feel like that’s some sort of analogy.” 

“That… wasn’t what I was intending, but I do suppose that it could be one.” He turned to squint at you, placing the rock back onto the ledge next to his thigh. You squinted back at him, wondering what was going through his head. A smile ghosted across his face before he laughed to himself. 

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing,” he chuckled, “it’s just that we’ve talked all night.” He jutted his chin towards the sun rising over the horizon casting oranges and pinks onto the water in place of the moonlight that resided there previously. 

“We have,” you said in surprise. The sun’s rays warmed you slightly, but you didn’t want to move away from the shelter of the trench coat. It gave you a strange sense of comfort. You both watched the sun rise out of the ocean and take its place high in the sky. Traffic started to bustle as people started their morning commute to work, some craning their necks in their cars as they drove by to look at you and the Doctor. None stopped to talk to you. 

“Say, (N/n),” he started.

“(N/n)?” You asked as the corners of your lips quirked upwards. The nickname made you feel warm inside, it felt nice. 

“Yes, (N/n); I think it suits you well. Anyways (N/n), if you were to choose a time and place in all of time and space, where would you like to visit the most?” 

“Anywhere? Like, even on a planet trillions of light years from Earth?” You asked him, watching him nod curtly. “Yes, but there are some rules. You can’t interact with your past self or change a point that was destined to happen. Wars, deaths, births, things like that.”

“Ah, so the general movie rules of time travel?” He grumbled to himself (something along the lines of ‘those are wildly inaccurate’) before he nodded once more. 

After a bit of contemplation, you supplied him with your answer. A spark in his eye appeared, similar to the spark he got when he talked about his friends but slightly different. He slowly got up and stretched his lanky limbs out, cracks coming from the joints and small groans leaving him whenever the stretch was apparently good. 

He looked down at you and, with a grin, extended his hand to you. “(Y/n), would you like to come with me? See that place you wanted to see?” 

You found yourself staring at his hand for the second time that night. Thoughts of stranger danger circulated through your mind before you realized that if he wanted to harm you in any way, he would have done it by now. He wouldn’t have talked to you for hours on end, making you feel like you had a small sliver of yourself back again. 

Why not? One little detour couldn’t hurt; you had a good feeling about going along with him. 

You grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull you up to a standing position. He gave you a small lift so that you could hop over the barrier before he catapulted his body over it. With an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he led you away from the bridge. You both got strange looks from the people driving past, but you managed to ignore it when you burrowed yourself deeper into the trench coat and he brought you closer to him. He led you to an old navy blue police box, much to your confusion. 

“Well, Mx…”

“(L/n),” you supplied.

“Well, Mx. (L/n), welcome to the TARDIS.” 

One trip turned to two. Then three. Then four. Then several more. It became normal to come home from work to see the man waiting for you comfortably in your small apartment, brightening up whenever you walked through the door and asking you excitedly about what you had in mind for your next adventure. 

Soon enough, the voice became something that would only come to you on your bad days, becoming largely dormant in your mind. Whenever you had a bad day, you finally had someone to confide in. Someone that wouldn’t judge you, someone that wouldn’t tell you that you were being overly dramatic. 

The Doctor was different from the normal person; he was the Doctor and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

[merakiui]

I was wondering I read the Xiao x a sucidal reader and I was wondering if you could do a imagine for that if this is too much please don’t and stay safe drink water and eat and please enjoy your day ^^

Lantern Rite Wishes

xiao x (gender neutral) reader cw: suicide, depression, angst note - somehow the imagine became longer than intended (・・；)

He was just going to get some fresh air and then he’d come right back inside. There was absolutely no way he was looking for you because it was a beautiful night and the lanterns lit up the sky like pieces of sweet, wondrous dreams—

Xiao shakes his head to dispel such thoughts as he steps out into the open, surveying just how empty Wangshu Inn has become. Everyone who isn’t obligated to work is down at the festival, spending time with friends or taking in the sights as a couple. He was going to watch from the balcony, where he’d be alone and unbothered by the usual hustle and bustle of Wangshu. All those plans seemingly evaporate the moment he notices your figure balancing on the ledge, one foot extended outwards.

He’s not sure what overcomes him when he rushes forward, seizing your arm and roughly pulling you backwards. A yelp escapes your dry throat. Just moments prior you were teetering on the edge, teary-eyed and wondering if anyone would miss you. Now you’re falling into someone’s chest as they wrap their arms around your trembling frame in a bone-crushing hug. Your stomach drops when you finally hit the floor, the wooden boards creaking under the combined weight of two people.

For a moment, you struggle to escape Xiao’s hold, but he remains unyielding. It’s during your hiccuping sobs that you finally hear him.

“Why?”

It’s the only word Xiao can utter. Over and over in a confused, pained loop. The thought of watching you fall to your death hurts him, and even though he can’t fully grasp the reasoning behind that feeling he knows it must be a result of your suicide attempt.

“I...don’t know.” Words weigh heavy in your mouth, and your tongue trips over itself in an attempt to explain yourself. But you truly can’t. Why did you do that just now? Were you actually going to jump? “I’m just tired.”

Tired. A word that holds so much meaning. Tired of work. Tired of mundane schedules. Tired of the disconnection between positivity and depression. Tired of life. It’s all so exhausting and the only solution would be to die. That must be it, right?

“You don’t know?” Xiao’s still holding onto you when he mutters that question, his expression clouded in grief and anger. “Why not? You’re a mortal! You should value your life a little because you won’t get another.”

The harshness to his tone startles you and it prompts more tears. Under the lights of thousands of lanterns, the scene should bring happiness and peace. But you’re just sad and tired and absolutely fed up with life.

“I’m sorry, Xiao. I didn’t—“

“Don’t apologize.” His grip loosens slightly and it’s as if his own composure follows. “Just...don’t do it again. If you’re not going to value your life, I’ll value it instead. So don’t do stupid things you’ll regret.”

It wounds your resolve to hear him refer to impulsive desires as stupid and foolish, but it also warms your heart to hear him say he’ll value your life. And you can’t bring yourself to argue. Had you jumped and avoided his outstretched arm, you wouldn’t have had any time to regret the action. Would Xiao have saved you even as you were falling? You’d like to think he would, but even miraculous fantasies remain within one’s mind. And in this reality a dozen alternate scenarios could’ve happened. For instance, Xiao could’ve avoided the balcony and you would be dead.

Your fingers dig into his backside as you finally return his hug. “I’m just tired. I didn’t know what else to do...” A heavy sigh escapes you in that tense moment. “I wish I didn’t feel so lost.”

Xiao realizes he’s been holding you for quite some time and he pulls away in a barely composed fluster, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. In an effort to change the direction of the conversation, he latches onto the thought of wishes. “Well... I was going to watch the lanterns from here, but then I saw you. I guess we could go see the festival together—if it’ll cheer you up, that is.”

You look at him in mild shock, not having expected him to take the initiative to invite you. “Oh...”

“But you’re probably still scared after what just happened. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Mortals and fear...”

Your breathy laugh startles him. He’s always referring to you as a mortal, as if that’s all you are in his eyes. Although you’re still shaken after your attempt, you feel a little safer knowing he’s with you. And while you may just be another mortal, the fact that he saved you must count for something. Xiao can go on and on about how useless mortals are, but to step in when one was about to commit suicide—perhaps he does have a heart.

“I should thank you for doing that. For stopping me before I could actually do it, I mean.” Your heart hammers in your chest as you prepare to spill your emotional guts in front of the adeptus. “Truthfully, I haven’t been well in a long while. And I don’t think I’ll get better anytime soon, but...I want to forget about tonight. So maybe seeing the festival with you will chase a few bad thoughts away...”

Xiao’s staring. He realizes he should blink and actually say something, but the words won’t form. You’ve always been an honest person, but he’s taken by surprise at how quickly you agree to see the festival. It’s an ideal distraction, isn’t it? All sorts of negativity muddles his brain and he wonders why you’d want to see the festival with him. He’s not exactly a cheery person and you’re not mentally well either. For some reason, he feels compelled to weasel out of this situation—to deflect and avoid it before he freely allows himself to experience this pathetic thing humans call ‘fun.’

“Actually, I think making a lantern would be nice. I could write so many wishes on it. It might even make me feel better, too!” You’d like to think that a simple lantern wish will solve all of the murky depression in your life, but it’s just wishful thinking. “And you can make one with me! We’ll write our own wishes.”

“I guess...”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” You stand on unsteady legs—legs that would’ve broke once they made contact with the ground—and offer your hand. “You can’t get out of this one, Xiao. I’m going to drag you there whether you like it or not.”

He deadpans as he begins to regret his own decisions. But his hand still finds yours and he allows you to pull him up from the floor. Your smile might not shine as brightly as it did before, but it’s still a step in the right direction. And you’re a resilient person; you’re bound to bounce back after this. It just takes time and patience to heal—two things he can easily spare for your sake.

Xiao won’t make any wishes for himself. Rather than selfishly wishing to erase centuries of karmic debt, he’ll scrawl something unlikely on the surface of his lantern. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he’d let you fall, and so he hopes that his wish will come true.

And when your lanterns join the others in the inky sky, Xiao feels relieved to have you by his side, your warm hand gripping his and an infectious smile pulling your lips upward. Your life has so much meaning. It’s just a little foggy and you can’t see it, but Xiao will shine a light through that dark fog to help you reclaim that meaning. In due time, you will find happiness and he’ll be there to guide you to it on a bumpy path.

Without realizing it, his love for you blossoms and it’s a quiet flower shrouded in its own darkness. 

No matter what happens, give (Name) the happiness they deserve. That’s all I’ll wish for.

[persephones-wren]

heyy! Could I request a Kaz brekker and reader fic where shes really sensitive and kind and the opposite of him and they're dating but he seems to be spending more time with inej planning a heist and reader gets jealous and during the heist she saved inej from a bullet, getting hurt in the process and tells Kaz,in a delirious state, that shes happy she saved inej for him and everyone helps him plan a picnic for her while shes healing and suprises her? Its quite a long request but it would be wonderful if you wrote it!! thanks💕

Ends of the Earth (Kaz Brekker x Reader)

Hope you enjoy reading! I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Warnings: reader gets shot, that's about it?

Genre: Angst to (minimal) Fluff

Word Count: 2126

You’re not sure how you could have ever expected him to return what you felt for him.

You and Kaz were essentially opposites- he was a hardened criminal, you were more of a person who just ran with the wrong people. He was mean and commanding, you were sweet and endearing. Where he’d kill people with no hesitation, you’d probably be torn over it for the rest of your life.

Though the Barrel seemed to have no room for someone as kind as you, you had found yourself to fit fine along with rest as someone to watch over the rest. Your skill of memorization was appreciated when Kaz needed to reflect back on a certain part of the plan, and besides, having someone counteract his cruelty was appreciated by the others.

Sometimes, like now, it was hard to be a part of the Crows. Watching Inej stand by his side, watching them work together like well-oiled parts of the same machine, it was bittersweet. You couldn’t help the jealousy that overtook you, but kindness was ingrained in you. You couldn’t hate him. You couldn’t hate Inej.

“So we’ll take them out there. Inej, I’m going to need your backup here.” His voice snaps you back into the moment.

“Got it.” She nods.

“Before then, though, You’ll be stationed here. Y/N, I’m going to want you to stick close to her. She can fight for the both of you in case anything goes wrong.”

You’re useless, you berate yourself. You’re going to need Inej to save you. Maybe if you could defend yourself the way she could, he’d like you more.

“Understood.”

“That should wrap everything up. We’ll meet at the usual spot tonight. We’ll take transport there and sneak in. From there, everything should go according to plan.”

…

Night quickly falls, and you’re all gathered.

“To reiterate, I’m going to go grab the paintings. Inej and Y/N, stick together and communicate when it’s safe. Jesper, you’re going to shoot out the lights when signaled, and make sure that carriages are ready when it’s time. Wylan, wait it out here with him. If all goes to shit, blow this place. Clear?”

Echoes of agreement echo from around you, and you nod. This should be an easy heist.

“Y/N, c’mon. Let’s head over this way.”

Inej takes your wrist and leads you to the edge of the building. Her stare is intimidating as she surveys the building, before turning back to you.

“I’ll scale the walls, and then I’ll use the rope to pull you up. We can wait on the top of the building for a bit, before slipping in through a window. That okay?”

Damn her for even being considerate to you. And you still have the nerve to be jealous over her. Her and Kaz are so similar- they’d be perfect for each other.

You still can’t find it in your heart to be completely happy about that.

“Y/N? You alright?”

“Huh?” you snap out of your reverie, and give a bashful smile. “Yeah, that’s good. I’ll spot you. Hopefully I’ll be able to get up there…”

Inej throws you a reassuring smile back. “You’ll be okay.”

You watch with awe as she scales the building with no issue, truly living up to the nickname she had been given. She’s nearly invisible as she reaches the top, you note. She’s incredible.

You wait on the ground patiently as Inej lowers the rope, before you hear voices.

You stare up at her, wide-eyed, before running and diving behind a tree.

“The wine good tonight?”

It’s a guard. Your heart rate quickens, and bring a hand over your mouth. Quiet your breathing. If they catch you, you’re dead, and you’ll be the dead weight of this mission.

“I don’t know, haven’t had a drink yet. Maybe once everyone’s gone. Ha! The Stadwatch won't penalize me if there’s no guests to guard!”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit! All we have to make sure is no scum tries to steal the painting.”

“Like anybody would dare show their face here.”

The other guard laughs, and you wait with baited breath as they finally round the corner.

You check both directions, before you quietly slip out.

“Inej?” you’re quiet and slightly shaken. Death and capture was always palpable on these missions, but it had come swinging at you quicker than you had expected. “You still there?”

“Yeah,” her voice comes from above. “I’m here. You’re fast on your feet. Good thinking.”

“Thank you, and thank you for waiting.”

The rope drops down for the second time, and you take a hold of it, pulling yourself up with a bit of her help. Your hands finally grasp the ledge of the building, and Inej extends one of her hands to help pull you up. You’re hauled onto the rooftop, and though it’s a bit ungraceful, you’re okay.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“No problem.”

Your eyes are both directed on the walkways below.

“You scout out for guards down there, and I’ll check for guards in the windows? We should signal to Kaz soon.”

“Sure.”

You keep a careful eye down below, hearing Inej scurry to different window points. You watch as she slips to one of them, peering through.

“Just our luck,” she mutters cheerfully. “This window’s fine. Let’s open it. I’ll go first, but send a flare for Kaz. I’m going to need that window open as soon as that flare goes up.”

“Alright.” You take a deep breath, before shooting the flare off. Inej thrusts open the window and pulls you in behind her.

You watch a figure walk past the doorway. That should be Kaz, and now, he should be slipping past you to go to the next doorway to take the painting-

“To the roof again, now-” Inej says, and starts to step out behind the boxes, and the figure turns back.

That’s not Kaz.

A click.

She’s going to be shot.

You’re acting on pure impulse and nerves when you shove her aside, and the bullet pierces through your shoulder. You crumble, and Inej tries to keep you from completely collapsing.

You grit your teeth. You’re trying not to let tears stream down your face, but everything hurts and Inej is over you and she’s saying something but you can’t hear her-

You try to force yourself to sit up, and you see a cane poised to hit the guard over the head. You turn away, and thank your murky hearing that you can’t hear the scream that emits from the guard.

Kaz.

“What happened?” His voice is losing it’s cool quickly.

“She was shot by the guard, I don’t think she’s quite registering it-” Inej’s voice is more panicked, but she forces herself to be analytical. “She’s going to need treatment, and quickly.”

“Okay,” he breathes in sharply. “Okay. Go down the hall, grab the paintings, and meet Jesper by the transportation. I’ll get her out.”

“Okay.”

Inej dashes down the hall, and he takes in your state. Your pupils are blown wide, and you’re trying not to cry, but it hurts.

“Kaz,” you breathe out. “Thank the Saints. Is Inej okay?”

He frowns at that. What about Inej? Inej was fine, you’d been shot. Did you have no self-preservation instincts?

“Inej is fine,” he mutters.

“That’s good,” you sigh out. “That’s good. I don’t quite think I’m going to make it out here alive, so just in case I don’t, I love you. Though I’m glad she’s okay, for your sake.”

His frown deepens. “I’m sorry? For my sake?”

“You’re in love with her. She with you. You guys can live your happy ending. As happy as the Barrel can get, anyway.” Your smile is slightly delirious, and he knows you’re not thinking rationally.

“Stop talking.”

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me? Please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t-” you cough, “think I’d die, but if it’s for you and Inej, then I think it’s worth it.”

“Nobody is worth your life,” he nearly yells. “You’re not going to die, Y/N. I won’t allow it.”

“Please, just let me stay here. They’re going to find you if you don’t.” “I don’t care.”

He’s pulling off his jacket and carefully using it as a tourniquet for your shoulder.

“Can you walk?”

“Kaz, please-”

“Can you walk.” It’s a statement, maybe a threat.

“Maybe- maybe with a bit of support,” your words are weak. You’re running out of time. “The world looks sideways, though- face it, Kaz, I’m not going to make it. I don’t want to be dead weight, your touch aver-”

“I’m not going to combust into fucking flames if you lean on me! Goddamnit, let me help you!”

His anger startles you. You hold back more tears as he pulls you up. At least he took the care to pull you up by the other arm. “Okay.”

The world is spinning and his face isn’t clear, and time seems to speed up as both of you go through the hallways, finally meeting Jesper and Inej in the courtyard.

“Bloody hell,” Jesper mutters.

“Go. To the White Rose. Nina should be able to do something.” Kaz leaves no room for argument. You’re passed out now, and he’s almost thankful you can’t feel anything as the carriage rushes through harsh weather and bumpy roads.

I don’t quite think I’m going to make it out here alive, so just in case I don’t, I love you.

Were you that oblivious? Did you think he was in love with Inej? How could you be so blind?

How could you sacrifice yourself so he could live what you thought to be a “happy ending”?

You didn’t plan it, did you?

He carefully takes off one of his gloves, hovering his hand over your forehead.

You’re still warm.

He doesn’t believe in Saints, but now, he’s almost praying to them that you’ll be okay.

Please be okay.

...

Inej glances at Kaz, standing over her in the White Rose.

She’s been out for days at this point. Nina could only do so much, with whatever corpse-like power she’d gained. The rest had to be natural healing.

Inej clears her throat. “She’d go to the ends of the world for you. For your happiness.” Kaz remains still.

“Don’t make her do so again.”

..

Your eyes flutter open, the brightness of the room nearly rendering you blind.

Your shoulder hurts like a bitch, but besides that, you’re alive.

Happiness and heaviness fill your heart at once. You’re alive, you’re okay. What had you said to Kaz in your state?

Hopefully nothing stupid.

“You’re awake. I’m glad.”

Kaz’s voice comes from the edge of the room. He’s leaning on the wall, cane in hand. When was Kaz upfront with his emotions?

“Yeah. How long was I out for?”

“A couple of days.”

“Days?” Your voice cracks. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

That’s a lie. You thought you were dead, for sure. He doesn’t have to know that.

“...Right.” He’s skeptical, but pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to you. “This may be a bit early, but would you want to go for a walk?”

“Sure.” Is he kicking you out of the Crows? Why would he want to go on a walk just after you’ve woken up? You’re screwed.

He waits for you to stand, and then you’re both walking side by side, into the gardens of the courtyard. He doesn’t say anything, just leads you to a small place under an apple tree. A picnic blanket is spread out, with a small basket laying on top of it.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and a brief smile flashes across his face. “Nice, isn’t it?”

“Kaz- what is all of this?”

“You said you loved me.”

Horror paints across your face, and you lower your head in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, I know you love Inej, that- was a bit unprompted of me, I’m sorry-”

He blinks at your rushed words. “Y/N. I’m not in love with Inej. She’s part of the Crows, as are you. Though- if you mean it,” he clears his throat, “that you love me- then take this as a surprise first date.”

Your expression morphs into a shy smile. He’s probably not ready to say it back. It doesn’t matter. He feels the same way.

“Happy first date, then.”

You’re both talking and eating, small smiles on both of your faces, a stark contrast to the harsh atmosphere of Ketterdam. It doesn’t matter to him. You’re alive, you’re safe, and you’re with him. You’d go to the end of the world for him. He’d do the same for you.

He loves you.