#sorry for how late this response is i truly feel so bad for replying late LMFJNDJFJ

[hades-in-bloom]

A Necessity

Vergil Sparda x Reader

summary: an unbearably human gesture to show that he wished you well. Prequel

warnings & contents: fluff with tEnSiOn (no other way to write it); Vergil is vergiling; flower gifting (with Vergil, definitely a warning); could be age gap, could be none; the reader could be any gender; no mentions of y/n

a/n: am having way too much fun writing for this man. As always, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: now that we’re alone — the people’s thieves

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Whatever he was doing in that moment, it was not necessary. And anything unnecessary felt unnatural to him. After all, necessity had been at the core of his actions for far too long; it was ingrained into his very being for decades. Since he had become lost, since his childhood he pursued no desires—only needs. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have commanded the impressive power he wielded now. In his opinion, desires existed only to weaken human beings, and neither weakness nor humanity was something Vergil could afford to embrace—or truly wished to, given the circumstances. After all, greatness demanded sacrifice.

Then why, despite being unnecessary, did those visits to you—both promised and unspoken—start to feel so natural lately? He had far more important things to focus on than indulging his own curiosity while standing at your doorstep. He had always excelled at managing his priorities. So how could you, his poisonous desire, his deadly want, have become one? How did it come to be that you transformed into a need? A necessity.

In his world, necessities were meant to make him stronger—while you were meant to be his forbidden weakness. Now, in his world, you were a walking and talking contradiction. Uninvited. Yet, welcomed. Impossible. Yet, inherently natural.

“Vergil.”

You opened the door just moments after he knocked. Had you been waiting for him? Impossible. Yet, it might have felt natural for you. He was only beginning to realise that you might have foolishly waited for him like this many times before. At the thought of it, he felt nothing—at least, that’s what he wanted to believe in. Feeling anything else would’ve been unnatural. Dangerous. Forbidden.

In the meanwhile, you stared at him. You couldn't believe it, and both your facial expression and tone of your voice conveyed that clearly, unmistakably.

He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or a bad one.

“What is this?”

His gaze dropped to the object in his hand. Pale violet flowers, brought into a small bouquet, were cascading down his palm.

“Wisteria.”

“Why?”

He blinked at your question, his shoulders tightened. A wave of frustration washing over him. Why had he even bothered? He felt like an idiot, and he should’ve seen this coming. This was consequential, after all. He had taken the foolish advice of his equally foolish brother—and somehow acted on it. He should have known better.

You noticed his discomfort and shook your head gently. With his silent permission, you took the bouquet from his hands, admiring its simple beauty. He watched you with a hint of puzzlement in his furrowed brow.

“I’m sorry. That came out wrong,” you acknowledged softly. Naturally, you needed no explanation for why he brought you flowers. It was an unexpected gesture on his part, but common enough—though among humans. “Why wisteria?”

The puzzlement on his face shifted to surprise, and he seemed genuinely pleased. He hadn’t expected you to be this thoughtful.

“It represents good luck,” he replied, his eyes locked on you. “As well as long life and prosperity. I thought these would never hurt.”

He also chose wisteria because the very thought of bringing you something as vulgar as roses—like Dante suggested—was threatening to give him a heart attack. But he also wanted you to know that he wished you well, despite his chaotic presence in your life.

You hummed in response. “I see,” a smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you.”

He nodded, awkwardly lingering at the doorstep.

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

You stepped aside, allowing him to slip into the apartment. He set Yamato down, leaning the sword in its sheath against the wall as casually as someone might drop a set of keys onto a table upon arriving home. Then he knelt to unbuckle the straps, removing the protective leather piece from his shin, and only after did he take off his shoes.

When he stood up from his knees, you had already placed the wisteria in a delicate vase and set it on the bureau in the hallway.

And now, you stood directly in front of him.

“Why?” you asked again, your voice quieter this time.

This time he could sense what was on your mind. Why had he returned?

“Because I promised,” he replied calmly, thinking it was obvious. He’d been many things, both good and bad, but he wouldn’t break this promise.

“You didn’t have to,” you insisted. He took a deep, steadying breath.

“I didn’t,” he admitted. As he had thought before, this wasn’t necessary. “But I wanted to,” he added.

Your eyes widened, your limbs froze, and your heart stuttered.

“I needed to,” he concluded at last, his eyes never leaving yours. His wants and needs had now intertwined, leaving him with a growing headache and a fearful pit in his stomach. Yet there were no regrets; he had enough of those over the past couple of decades.

You said nothing at first, the weight of his confession sinking in. At your silence, he thought of the worst, as he often did, so he muttered. “But if you don’t want me, I’d understand.”

You thought about it, then stepped right into him, encroaching on his cherished personal space as your arms wrapped around his waist. Caught off guard, he faltered under your affectionate touch.

This wasn’t supposed to feel right. Instead, it felt necessary. After a moment of hesitation, his hand settled on your back, pulling you closer.

“You thought,” you scoffed gently, a hint of approval in your voice.

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Screaming crying crawling up the walls for your top tier Astarion content

Idk if you’ve seen this, it’s floating around the internet (I think it’s a tweet?) it says something like “I want someone to grab my face and say ON PURPOSE, I WILL CARE FOR YOU ON PURPOSE” and I’d love to see our love-deprived bi-centurion react to something like this.

Like maybe he’s caught feelings for tav and is starting to feel bad for manipulating them and starts self-sabotaging by saying/thinking stuff like ‘you only THINK you love me but it’s not real, I’m sorry I made you feel this way’ and tav getting v v serious and replying “I never loved you by accident”.

Him being confronted by the fact that things never would’ve gotten this far if they didn’t let it, if they didn’t choose him, that they’re still choosing him and that it has nothing to do with the act he put up or the situation he constructed, if they wanted nothing to do w him they could’ve and would’ve dipped.

Idk I’m just spitting ideas, have fun babe ✌🏻

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I wrote this at 2am but I did proofread it (it's almost 4 now 💀)

Also the original tweet is by Jenny Slate (@/jennyslate) and says, "I just want someone to grab my little face and scream 'ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU'"

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references to manipulation, self-deprecation, references to dissociation, dissociation mention, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,392

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It began one night, almost a week ago. Astarion had gotten into the routine of joining you in your bedroll after feeding, cuddling close and relaxing to the steady sound of your heartbeat. That night, a week ago, he didn’t. He delicately bit into your skin and pulled away before you were even slightly dizzy, murmured something about how you’d need your strength for a fight tomorrow, and slipped off to hunt for animals. Truly, you didn’t think anything of it, then. And maybe you got so lost, so caught up in your daily stress, that was why you didn’t register it for so long. Comments under his breath about manipulation immediately covered up with Gale requesting a magical artifact or Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting.

So, a week went by. And the realization finally hit. Guilt ate away at your stomach, but wallowing wasn’t going to help. When night started to creep in, your companions slipping into their tents, you slipped into Astarion’s. Sitting in a pile of pillows, he looked up at you with a smirk and a ‘Hello, darling’, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark. Distant.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you need,” you start. A baffled look flickers across his face, but it is not given the time to settle.

There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like it’s a strain for him to keep smirking. “It’s perfectly alright, darling. You’ve been busy running around camp, helping people - I understand.”

With any other person, this would have seemed a perfectly reasonable response. An apology accepted, a mutual understanding - the relationship goes on. Except, this was Astarion.

You sit down nearby, close enough to reach out and touch. Any closer and you worried you’d overcrowd him. You always tried to let him come to you first, though he usually struggled to initiate anything.

“You’ve been distant, too,” you point out. He begins to form the words to apologize, but you shake your head to stop him before they can build a sentence. “I’m not upset, I don’t need an apology. I just wanted to know why.”

To be honest, he didn’t expect you to notice. He assumed, quite stupidly, all things considered, that you would be too preoccupied to notice him slowly slipping away. Late night cuddles dashed for hunting, hand holding forgotten as he trails along at the back of the group, kisses never lingering and the ones that did lacking any emotion behind them.

“Is something wrong?” you prompt gently. “If it’s too much, we can work out what would be better for you.”

Guilt stabs at his own non-beating heart like a wooden stake. He’s drifting and you still throw him a rope, still ask for him to grab on and pull himself away from his past, from dissociating with the slightest hint of affection.

He smiles wryly. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he teases, but it comes out a little too strained to be a joke. His fingers fiddle with the corner of the page of his book. He finds watching the paper fold and bend is much more interesting than looking into your eyes.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he says, but the endearment feels like fire on his tongue, “but it’s not real. This isn’t real.” Your brow furrows as you stare at him. He can’t bear to see the realization cross your face. “Two hundred years of manipulating - of course I would trick you, too. It’s instinct, darling, I don’t blame you.” Red eyes finally meet yours. You look confused, of course, but there’s an air of determination, like you’re ready to fight whatever plagues him. “But this… love… it’s not real. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you feel this way.”

He expects anger. He expects tears, even. Crying and shouting and ‘How could you?!’s and ‘I can’t believe you’ve manipulated me all this time!’ But it never comes. You frown, sure, but it’s leagues away from being angry.

“You think… you manipulated me into feeling this way?”

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Admitting it feels bitter. He blames it on his growing fondness for you, but he knows it cannot possibly be returned in any genuine way. Not with his underhanded tactics surfacing at every passing glance, soft brush, and gentle smile. “Come now, darling,” he smirks again, building a wall to separate himself from the shitshow that must be just ‘round the corner, “who could really love me?”

That only succeeds in making you frown further. “Astarion, I’m not with you because you’ve tricked me.” The baffled look from earlier surfaces again, but it lingers, mixed with doubt. “I understand that you started this to manipulate me into protecting you, but I’m not here because you successfully influenced my emotions - To be perfectly honest, I could tell from the start.”

He laughs dryly, suddenly, like it startles him. “And here I was thinking I’d learned some subtlety.”

You don’t laugh with him. You don’t even smile. “I chose you, Astarion. I still choose to be with you. Because I want to.”

Any lingering mask of confidence fell from his face. The creases around his mouth became more prominent as he frowned. His eyes darted around, glancing around your face for any tells of deception, any hint that you’re making this up to make him feel better. “How can you be sure? How do you know you’re choosing me and not just buying into another act?”

“Astarion.” You get on your knees and hold his face in your hands. He stares up at you with big, round eyes. “If I wanted to, I could break up with you. I am not staying because I feel stuck, or because I feel obligated to. I love you. On purpose. On purpose, I am staying with you. On purpose, I choose you.”

He opens his mouth, but no words form. His mind is reeling, chasing to catch up and process everything, all the while jumping and flipping, trying to find excuses or reasons why you shouldn’t care for him. He swallows the lump building in his throat. He speaks in a whisper, too stunned to speak louder. “Are you sure?”

Your whole face softens. Determination turns to fond affection, frown lifting into a soft grin. “Yes. I’m sure.” You press a kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes to savor it. It’s been a week without allowing himself your love - he deserves to enjoy it once again, even if he feels guilty for it. He wishes his thoughts would just shut up and let him have this. “If you still need space or time, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving. Just,” you pull his face back, “please talk to me about this next time. I know things have been hectic, but I’m never too busy for you.”

He sighs, slow and soft. Relieved. “Of course, my love.” He adores the way you smile brightly at the endearment. He turns sheepish. “Ah, could I, possibly, join you tonight? It does, admittedly, get rather lonely passing the time alone.”

You kiss his cheek. “Of course you can. C’mon, I’ll even play with your hair if you’d like.”

He chuckles, genuine this time. “I very much would.” His book is set aside, the page he left off on lost as he takes your hand and follows you from his tent. He can’t help himself from squeezing your hand in his, like he can’t quite grasp the fact you are physically holding onto him. Even when you lay down first and he settles in next to you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest, it still feels hard to believe. But the way you wrap your arms around him and gently detangle his curls and scratch lightly at his scalp cannot possibly be from his imagination. Nor the way you press kisses on his forehead and temple and hair with sweet praises and words of affection. His mind is not kind enough to imagine such tenderness.

Laying there in your arms, listening to the steady beat of your heart and even breaths that fill your lungs as you slip into sleep, is the closest he has ever been to true contentment.

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[curly-fry-3]

𖦹An Old Friend - Part Two𖦹

summary𖦹 Sam learns listening to Ruby was bad a bit too late and you drive out to help him and dean fix their mess

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Reader (eventual romantic)

word count𖦹 1,198

notes𖦹 I wanted it to be a slow-burn but Its moving faster than anticipated (they just need to get together asap) whatever hope y'all like it also hope that I didn't mischaracterize Sam (there's more focus on how he's feeling)

part 1 part 3

It had been a couple months. A couple months of worrying about Sam while he destroyed himself. Dean would update you every week or so and nothing had changed, Sam was still not listening and Dean had to deal with it. Except this call was different, Sam had killed Lilith, but it wasn't a good thing. Her death had released Lucifer from his cage. Ruby knew it would happen, she planned everything, and Sam took the bait. You knew she was no good. So here you were driving back out to see them and help them fix the mess they made. 

You didnt wanna be mad at Sam but he was a dick, you deserve to be angry–with both of the brothers. You were mad that they dragged you back into hunting, mad that sam didn't listen, mad that they only called you now that the needed help (seriously y'all have phones, why couldn't you have stayed friends after you went to collage), but you were especially mad that you don't have the time to be mad cause the world is kinda ending. It all just sucks. And the worst part is you have to talk to Sam again (awkward). You don't even know what to say to him–you know you won't say anything until he apologizes. 

So here you are outside another busted motel room, waiting for one of the brothers to let you in. Dean quickly cracks the door open, gun in hand, and pulls you into the room–making sure nobody followed you (kinda extra if you ask me) and splashes you with a bit of holy water.

“Seriously” you say, wiping your face dry.

Dean shrugs with his signature smirk “can never be too careful”

“Sure whatever” you roll your eyes in response and pull Dean into a hug. “Long time no see” you joke.

“Don't remind me” he says with fake annoyance in his tone

Sam comes out of the bathroom and immediately the mood shifts. He walks up to you awkwardly and you defiantly avoid his gaze.

“Hey Y/N” Sam says cautiously 

You refuse to respond but instead look at him with anger, making sure he understood how much he messed up.

“Look, I know I was a dick–”

You scoff “you were” 

Sam pauses to find the right words “you have every right to be mad at me–”

“Oh i'm pissed” You interrupt 

“Will you just let me talk…”

You roll your eyes and motion for him to continue

“I messed up and I should have listened to you, you were right–you always are–and I'm sorry for being so rude to you, I didn't mean it, I'm truly so sorry…you can say ‘I told you so’ and you don't have to accept my apology, I just wanted you to know that I know I was wrong.”

You sigh in resignation when he finishes his apology “sam…I don't wanna say I told you so–it doesn't change anything or make me any happier…I know your sorry and I don't wanna stay mad at you forever (its kinda hard to stay mad when he gives you those puppy dog eyes) it's just gonna take some time to get back to normal”

“Of course” sam quickly responds and nods his head in agreeance “thank you, really, i'm so sorry–”

You put your hand up to stop him “stop, I get it”

“Sorry” Sam replies and you give him a look that says ‘seriously’ and he corrects himself “right, no apologies”

You and sam stood staring at each other a lot less awkwardly that before until you gave in and hugged him “I can't resist, I missed you”

“I don't deserve this, I was a dick” he says in protest but hugs you back with no hesitation.

“Shut up and let me be nice to you, this is the first time we've really hung out since we were 18, I miss my best friend” you playfully scold and pull away from the hug. You glance up at Sam with a fond look in your eyes and a small, bashful smile on your face. 

Dean cuts through the tension and clears his throat from the other side of the room. You and Sam quickly break eye contact to look over at him. 

“Ok, now that we're one big happy family again…who wants a beer?” Dean asks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

A grin spreads on your face, “Oh, now we're talking…i'll take one, thanks”

Dean nods “Coming right up” he turns to Sam, silently asking for his response.

“Sure, thanks” Sam quickly replies.

Dean heads to the small kitchen in the dingey motel and you start to follow him “let me help” you offer.

The second you step away from Sam he feels like he can breathe again. Have you always had this effect on him–I mean, he always cared what you thought–but this is different, like he needs your approval. Is that healthy? He doesn't have time for this, he has to focus on fighting Lucifer, but all he can think about is your smile and how easily you forgave him. You've always been such a sweetheart, he doesn't deserve your friendship (aren't you just the best)

Before Sam could get too lost in his thoughts, you and Dean are back with three opened beers. You move back to your spot next to sam and hand him one”

“Thanks” he mutters quietly

You give him a look that says ‘it's no problem’ and turn to Dean. “So, what have I missed these last couple years, I need to get caught up.”

The night goes on and you and the brothers talk about anything and everything, staying away from serious topics (just let my homeboys be relaxed for one night). Soon all three of you grow tired and Dean starts getting ready for bed. 

You turn to sam “I need some shut eye, i'm gonna go book a room, i'll text you the room number” 

Sam shakes his head “i'll come with you”

You smile in appreciation “prince charming, making sure I don't get snatched in the parking lot” you tease

He playfully rolls his eyes “sorry for being decent, next time i'll just let you go outside of a sketchy motel in the dark all alone”

“I never said it was a bad thing” You defend

He sighs, playfully exasperated “sure” 

You pat sams knee and stand up from your seat on the edge of sams bed“If your gonna come with me to book my room then get off your ass and lets go” you say while putting on your jacket

Sam is frozen for a second, a little flushed from the contact you made with his thigh, but quickly recovers and stands up with you “ok–ok, geeze”After Sam drops you off and makes sure you're settled, he heads back to his room. When he walks in he notices Dean already racked out on his bed drooling away. Sam quickly gets ready for bed and falls asleep thinking about you. He forgot how much he missed you–did he already mention how much he loves your smile. Why does he keep thinking of you? 

I hope this is good and I'm sorry if there are any typos

thanks for all the love on my first part

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That Funny Feeling

Pairing: bestfriend!ellie williams x reader

Summary: you slowly start to realize you’ve fallen in love with your best friend.

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“are you done?” you groaned, tired. the girl in front of you gazed up at you, eyes wide and eyewbrows up.

“does it look like i’m done?” ellie gestured at herself. you almost laugh at how sassy she looked.

“i’ve been posing for an eternity.”

“it’s been like ten minutes!”

“well, i can’t feel my ass anymore.”

“i’m sure it’s still there,” she said without even looking at you.

after a few moments of silence, you spoke up again, “you’re gonna have to pay me for this.”

ellie looked up from her sketchbook, completely offended. “is my art not enough payment?”

“i can’t buy shit with your art,” you deadpanned.

you had been so quick with your reply that an inevitable chuckle escaped your friend’s lips. “fuck you,” she laughed and you found yourself wanting to come up with an infinite amount of jokes just to hear that sound again. “hold still or i’m gonna have to start over.”

your eyes stayed on her as she went back to her job, unable to look anywhere else. you had always enjoyed watching her draw, founding it soothing. it also allowed you to study her and notice quirks only you could know about; the way she slightly frowned during the whole process due to the concentration and the countless huffs she let out, especially when she had to restart after a mistake. your favorite one, though, was when she sung. ellie’s voice was sweet, you had told her that many times, so you loved being able to hear it. she didn’t even notice she did it, the melodies just came out without warning.

“aaand, done.”

you jumped out of the big rock you had been sitting on for the past fifteen minutes and ran to her side, trying to catch a glimpse of her drawing, but she closed the sketchbook on your nose.

“hey, let me see.”

“it’s not ready yet,” she started gathering her supplies. you rolled your eyes at her. “stop that,” she muttered.

“what— i haven’t even said anything!”

“i know you rolled your eyes at me,” ellie said as she looked for something inside her backpack. you scoffed, but it actually warmed your heart how well she knew you. “c’mon, let’s go to my place. it’s getting late.”

you were currently behind the town’s barn, ellie had chosen that spot because, apparently, the moonlight hit your face just right. it was cold as hell that night, but being the supportive friend that you were, you decided to respect ellie’s struck of inspiration.

“i’ll show you the drawing when it’s finished, by the way,” she spoke up once you caught up with her.

“kay, well, finish it quick or else i won’t pose for you anymore.”

“fine, i’ll ask stella.”

you dramatically gasped at the mention of her. stella was relatively new in Jackson and the only person in the world you truly despised.

“don’t even joke about that.”

the fact that you hated someone that much was hilarious to her. it didn’t match your personality at all. you were the calmest, sweetest person she had ever met. besides, no one really knew why you hated her so much. even you, which was ridiculous. for some reason, everything that girl did or said annoyed you. you couldn’t stand her, feeling there was something off about her, but couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” she placed an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to her. you tried to ignore how fast your heartbeat had gotten. that seemed to be happening a lot lately around her. “but hey, you gotta admit she’s not that bad.”

your heart dropped, “you’ve talked to her?”

“what? no. i just think she’s hot.”

you crossed your arms as you hummed in response, suddenly feeling very sick. there was a sharp pang in the pit of your stomach, so you spent the entire walk quiet, only answering to ellie’s babbling with monosyllables. your friend had noticed, so once you arrived at her place she grabbed you by the arm, making you turn around.

“hey, you, uh, you okay? i was kidding about stella. she’s not— i’m not interested in her, y’know?” ellie was nervous, but you were too busy staring at the hand that was stopping you from walking away and how your skin tingled beneath it.

“it’s fine,” you gave her a small smile, eyes back on her. “but i think i’m about to come up with a fever or something, i feel a little weird.”

ellie stepped closer, letting go of your arm and placing her hand on your forehead. “yeah, i think you’re hot.”

you let out a chuckle, “thanks, i’m glad you’re finally admitting it.”

your friend rolled her eyes before opening the door for you. she stood by the doorframe, waiting for you to go inside, but you hesitated.

“i think it’s best for me to go home—”

“what? no, shut up. i’m gonna head over to joel’s to see if he has some painkillers or something, you stay here,” she said as she softly pushed you inside her house. you opened your mouth as you turned around, ready to protest, but the sound of the door closing stopped you. letting out a sigh, you looked around to finally set your eyes on the couch, where you decided to wait for ellie as you tried to ignore whatever you were feeling.

you swept your gaze over the place, warmth spreading over your heart as you spotted little details that screamed ellie; a bunch of savage starlight comics, her guitar perfectly set next to the window, art supplies, books about astronomy and many, many drawings that were either on the walls or just laying on top of the furniture.

you spotted one of her many sketchbooks laying on the floor by her bed, so you went to pick it up and put it on her nightstand, next to the lamp.

after a while, you heard the sound of jiggling keys followed by ellie’s characteristic cursing. you got up from the couch and went to open the door for her since she was clearly struggling. ellie’s frown disappeared once she laid her eyes on you.

“you okay?” you asked, amused.

“this fucking door, i swear to god—” she mumbled as she stepped inside. “look! joel made you soup. i swear he likes you more than he likes me.”

you chuckled at the last part, “i mean, can you blame him?” you joked. there was no way he liked anyone more than ellie, but that didn’t change the fact that you felt incredibly loved and protected by him, too.

ellie gazed at you, a small smile hiding on her lips, “yeah, i supposed i can’t,” she almost whispered. “c’mon, get into bed,” she ordered.

“jeez, ellie. buy me a drink first, at least,” you said, missing ellie’s flustered state. it only lasted a second, though, because her usual smug smirk was already forming on her lips.

“oh, you wish,” she teased back.

maybe it was what she said, maybe it was the way she said it, but your stomach flipped at her words. it was such an unexpected reaction that it made you froze in your spot, completely startled.

“you’re gonna get in bed or…?” ellie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, she was holding up the covers for you.

“i can go to my house, you know. i don’t wanna be any trouble—” you said as you sat down on the bed. your friend pointed at your shoes and gestured for you to take them off.

“shut up and just let me take care of you, would you?” ellie carefully placed the soup on the nightstand. she went around the bed and sat on the other side just as you wiggled under the covers. she looked down at you, slightly leaning down, “you’re so stubborn,” she murmured as she passed you the soup.

you frowned, offended, “look who’s talking,” you bickered as you glanced up, but you weren’t prepared to see her so close. your eyes met hers, forcing you to avert your gaze elsewhere. you felt her stare still on you, making you malfunction. maybe that was the reason you took a sip of the soup without even considering how hot it would be. ellie laughed shamelessly at you when you burned your tongue. “shit!” you shrieked.

“i’m not saying you deserved it, but…” ellie teased. you would’ve pushed her off the bed if you hadn’t had a flaming hot bowl of soup in your hands, instead, you silently watched her take off her converse. she looked back at you, “move over, i’m cold.”

your breath hitched on your throat at the request, but did as she said. you kept your attention on the bowl of soup that warmed your cold hands, not feeling brave enough to make eye contact with the girl next to you.

“how’s the soup?”

“oh, it’s great. joel’s the best. remind me to thank him tomorrow.” you smiled. “want some?”

“nah, thanks. i don’t like soup.”

“what do you mean you don’t like soup?”

“i just don’t.”

“what’s not to like? it’s yummy.”

“i’m gonna ignore the fact that you just said yummy. and i don’t know! i just don’t like it.”

“weirdo. you’re missing out.”

“okay, soup’s best defender, whatever you say,” she muttered as she closed her eyes. you bit the inside of your cheek as you allowed yourself to scan her face, stopping on the freckles you had complimented so many times.

you looked away, leaving the bowl of soup on the nightstand of your side. the sound made ellie open her eyes.

“you’re gonna sleep?” she asked, her eyes were even more hypnotizing up close.

you nodded, suddenly losing the hability to speak.

“me too,” ellie said before yawning.

“hold on. you’re gonna sleep in jeans, you freak?”

ellie let out an exaggerated groan, “i don’t have the energy to get up and change. it’s too much work.”

“don’t be lazy, c’mon. i’m gonna change, too.” you began to softly push her off the bed, which eventually worked. she walked to her closet and threw you a big white t-shirt, it was the same one you always wore when you slept over.

you averted your gaze from ellie once she started to take her pants off, but it strangely took a lot of strength for you to do so. you shook your head and climbed up to bed, shortly followed by your friend.

“there, happy?”

“very.”

“great. oh, and try not to kick me so fucking much this time or i’m gonna have to fight back,” she muttered with amusement.

you let out a chuckle, “i’ll do my best,” you whispered before everything fell quiet.

you didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since ellie turned off the light, but you were sure it was a while. still as a statue, you layed next to her while staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of how you were feeling. eyes wide, stomach in a knot and heart fluttering as if it were a butterfly.

you realized you had fallen asleep once you opened your eyes and daylight touched almost every corner of the room. you blinked a few times before you fully adjusted to the light, that’s when you noticed ellie’s closeness. she was almost on top of you, breathing into the crook of your neck. it wasn’t the first time you had woken up like that with her, but it was the first time you felt different.

“ellie,” you whispered. she whined in response, mumbling something inaudible. you felt your heartbeat race when she nuzzled further into your neck, feeling her lips touch your skin. you squeezed your eyes shut, noticing the unknown feelings from the day before were still present. “hey, ellie. c’mon. it’s almost eight,” you pronounced softly, but ellie ignored you. “i’ve got somewhere to be, y’know.”

“where?” she asked almost immediately.

“i told dina i’d have breakfast with her. i would’ve invited you, but i know you’re not a morning person, so…”

she complained once again, but eventually came out of her hiding. you almost laughed at her expression.

“were you born with that frown?” you placed your fingers in between her eyebrows, making her smoothen the lines.

“shut up,” she laughed softly. “and i could be a morning person, you know.”

“so you’re coming with me?”

“no, i wanna sleep.”

you laughed and got up, ellie’s eyes following you on your way to the bathroom until you closed the door. you stared at yourself in the mirror, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of the way your hair looked. ellie had seen you like that a million times before, but that time you actually cared about looking at least presentable for her.

with a sigh, you grabbed the toothbrush you had left once and started brushing your teeth. everything felt strange, but you tried to act as normal as possible.

after washing your face and brushing your hair, you changed into your clothes. you took a deep breath before getting out of the bathroom, trying to calm down the sudden nerves that attacked you, but the sight that welcomed you once you opened the door didn’t help at all; ellie’s bare legs were crossed on top of the bed, she had tied her hair into her usual half-bun and a few strands fell over her face as she drew on her sketchbook.

“i thought you wanted to sleep,” you commented, picking up your jacket from the floor.

“just wanted to add some finishing touches to yesterday’s drawing,” her voice sounded even raspier when she was sleepy. “oh, and i forgot to give you that jacket you asked me for the other day,” she said as she got out of bed and quickly walked to her closet, leaving the sketchbook on top of her nightstand.

“trade?” you held up your jacket, making her grin. she grabbed it from you and gave you hers, which you immediately put on.

“you look great,” ellie complimented you, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

“thank you,” you smiled, your voice sounding incredibly weak. “and thank you for taking care of me. i—” love you, you almost said, but for some reason, those last two words died in your throat. it was weird. even though you always said it to her, that time that phrase seemed to carry a heavier, still unknown, meaning. “i gotta go.”

you turned around to leave, but ellie called your name. you looked back at her and watched her grab her sketchbook from the nightstand. “here,” she handed it to you. just as you were about to open it, she stopped you. “wait! look at it later. i don’t wanna see your disappointment if you don’t like it.”

“don’t be silly, you could never disappoint me,” you sincerely replied. “but okay, i’ll see it when i’m home.”

“have fun with dina. not too much fun, though. you’re not allowed to enjoy life to the fullest if i’m not there.”

“i promise i won’t. see you later,” your eyes met hers one last time before closing the door.

when you arrived at your house, you saw dina already waiting for you. once she spotted you, she started frenetically waving at you. a laugh escaped your lips as you copied her action. yeah, two people with that much energy at 8 am would be a lot for ellie to handle.

“finally! i’ve knocking on your door for the past 10 minutes. i thought you were dead,” was the first thing she said to you as she gave you hug.

“sorry, i slept over at ellie’s.”

dina let out a chuckle, “of course you did.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“you two are always together, i should’ve known. that’s all,” dina shrugged her shoulders. she decided not to comment on the fact that you were wearing ellie’s favorite jacket.

you opened the door and stepped aside, inviting her in. you followed her to the kitchen, where you put water to boil.

“oh, i saw your friend on my way here,” dina commented as she took out two mugs from your hand-painted cupboard. ellie had participated in the process too, drawing different kind of flowers.

“my friend? who?”

“stella,” she amusedly pronounced. you inevitably rolled your eyes, making her laugh. “you still hate her?”

“yes! ellie brought her up yesterday and i almost threw up, i’m not kidding. i don’t even know why i hate her so much, i’ve never even talked to her,” you sat down at the kitchen island while dina stood on the other side of it.

“uh, yes you have,” your friend frowned, confused. “you seriously don’t remember? jesse’s party a few weeks ago, it was the night after she arrived to town.”

you tried your best to remember, but nothing came to your mind. you remembered the party, but not stella. your lost expression must’ve been enough for dina to know that you actually had no idea what she was talking about.

“woah, so you were more fucked up than i thought you were,” she muttered more to herself than to you. “okay, so, jesse invited her because she was new and all that. you had a lot to drink, apparently, so you were already drunk when you approached her. you introduced ourselves and asked her if she had met anyone else besides jesse and us and she said she hadn’t, but that she had seen a girl she was interested in and she was planning on finding her. when she started describing her, we realized she was talking about—”

“ellie. she was talking about ellie,” you replied, eyes wide. the memories came flooding back, making you freeze for a second. “oh my god.”

“you totally snapped at her and told her not to go anywhere near her or you’d scratch her eyes off,” she laughed, but you were completely horrified. “yeah, you get pretty violent when you drink. in my opinion, it’s hilarious.”

“i remember the way she ran away after i said that,” you cover your mouth in disbelief.

the more you processed the forgotten information, the more you worried. that uncontrollable hatred you felt towards stella was because of jealousy over your best friend?

“i mean, i support you. you gotta defend what’s yours,” dina cheered, but her smile disappeared once she noticed your expression. “hey, you okay?”

“i shouldn’t have done that. i had no right—”

“hey, it’s okay. i’m sure ellie wouldn’t have been interested in her anyway.”

“she told me she thinks stella’s hot yesterday,” you muttered, eyes set on your own fidgeting hands.

dina stayed quiet for a bit, but you could still feel her staring at you.

“what’s that?” she pointed to the sketchbook next to you.

“oh, it’s ellie’s. she drew me yesterday and gave it to me so i could see it,” you couldn’t help but smile. you watched dina take it and look at the pages with a blank expression.

“have you seen this?”

“not yet, why? is it good?”

“well, yeah, they’re good. there’s a lot of them.”

confused, you reached over to grab the book from her hands. your eyes widened at the content. you felt your heartbeat increase by the second and a deep blush color your cheeks as you rummaged through the pages. you were on each and every one of them; smiling, laughing, dancing, sleeping and more. you recognized some of them, since you remembered posing that way, but the majority of them were ellie’s invention. you were left speechless at how well she had managed to capture you, down to the smallest detail.

“she may think stella’s hot, but i can assure you she thinks you’re the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth. i mean, look at those. you’re her muse,” dina smiled sweetly at you.

“i have to talk to her,” you whispered before standing up. “i don’t wanna leave you alone, but—”

“it’s okay, dummy. i’ll be here, drinking my tea and waiting for you to come back and to tell me everything. take your time, though.”

with dina wishing you good luck, you left with the sketchbook in hand and ran to her place without even thinking twice about it. you ignored how dizzy you felt and the way your heart was beating at an abnormal speed. nothing else mattered, because everything suddenly seemed crystal clear.

your heart skipped a beat once you arrived at ellie’s place and saw her sitting on joel’s stairs, staring down at something in her hands. she looked up when she heard you approach.

“ellie—”

“i gave you the wrong sketchbook,” she whispered, staring at the object in your hands. you frowned, stepping closer to her. “you weren’t supposed to see that. i’m— shit, i’m sorry.”

“what? ellie, no. i loved it.”

“listen, you don’t have to lie. i know it’s really fucking weird and pathetic—”

“you wanna hear something really weird and pathetic? i scared the shit out of a girl just because she told me she was interested in you. you wanna hear the funniest part? that girl was stella. i drunkenly told her to stay away from you or else i would scratch her eyes out.”

ellie’s eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. worry had started spreading through your body. “what?”

“i forgot about that whole interaction but the anger i felt in that moment stuck with me to the point i hated a girl without even knowing why,” you let out an awkward chuckle. “i… i hated her because she thought about you the way only i can think about you.”

everything became a little too real since the moment those words left your lips, and even though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders once you made that confession, it was soon replaced with the weight of the question ‘what will happen next?’

ellie’s gaze softened, going from confusion to something indecipherable. was it pity or was it what you hoped for?

suddenly, she stood up. you watched her as she walked painfully slow at you, torturing you. once she was only inches away from you, she smiled. with a hand placed on your waist and the other on the side of your face, she finally leaned in and captured your lips in an agonizing, yet perfect, slow kiss. you melted into her touch, feeling as if you were about to explode of happiness.

it was what you had hoped for.

“i can’t believe this is actually happening,” ellie murmured, lips touching yours. she leaned back a little, allowing herself to look at you. her eyes expressed so much love you couldn’t understand how you went so long without realizing that.

“you’re blushing,” you commented, eyes sparkling.

“oh my g— why would you point that out?” ellie complained, but she wasn’t mad. “you’re blushing too, by the way.”

“shut up.”

you silently stared at each other with shy smiles. ellie caressed your face with her thumb and softly pressed her lips on yours, giving you one small kiss. everything felt so intimate that you had forgotten about the rest of the world, completely unaware of the fact that you were on the street.

“i was so fucking scared when i realized i gave you the wrong sketchbook. i thought i’d messed everything up,” ellie whispered, her eyebrows furrowing a little. “i’ve dealt with loss in the past, and even though it hurt like hell, i got over it. or at least i’ve been able to live with it, but losing you? There’s no way i’d make it.”

your heart fully stopped at her sweet words, “you’ll never lose me.”

“good,” she smiled. “y’know, i told myself to draw you whenever you were on my mind, just so i could do something with what i was feeling. turns out that i’m never not thinking about you.”

not knowing how to reply to that, you launched yourself forward, crashing your lips with hers. you could feel her laughing, making you giggle too.

“i was so nervous on my way here. i wasn’t sure if you felt the same way,” you let out a small laugh, lips a little swollen.

“what? the sketchbook didn’t make that clear?”

“well, i didn’t want to jump to conclusions. i could be another stella, you know, just some girl you find hot,” you bitterly said.

ellie grimaced, “yeah, about that…” she awkwardly chuckled. “i don’t she’s hot. i only said that because i was hoping to get a reaction out of you.”

you gasped, “ellie, what the hell? first of all, you’re a bitch. that was a low blow. second of all, well played. it worked. it made me sick, literally.”

“i thought that was a coincidence,” she let out a laugh. “am i a mastermind or what?”

you rolled your eyes at her gloating, “yeah, yeah. don’t let it get to your head. it’s already big enough.”

“hey!”

“kidding,” you pronounced in a sing-song voice. as happiness spread all over your body, you placed your arms on her shoulders and locked your hands behind her neck. grinning, you brought her closer and kissed her again, and again, and again, and again.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Heyyy! I wanted to say i rlly luv your fanfic and it would be great if you wrote a nanami kento one with prompt 6 🩵✨

There you go! Sorry this took me quite some, guess I'm too much of a hurt writer. But since 3 people requested prompt 6 with Nanami, I just couldn't let this one slide. Hope you like it though <3 I also added Promp 64 to this! 6. "I'm not crying. It's not worth crying." 64. "Don't be stupid, I'm not leaving you."

Beautiful mistake

Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: You are in a secret but healthy relationship with none other than Nanami Kento despite being the sunshine to his rain. Until one day, you accidentaly spoil your secret to Gojo Satoru.

Warning: None, slight language like always

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage. The sun has just set, which means he’ll be here any second. You nervously fumble on the hem of your sundress. Do you look good? Hopefully he likes your new dress.

It’s always weird to meet outside of Jujutsu High in everyday clothes. Of course you should be used to it by now, considering that it’s been like this for two years now. Nanami and you decided it is best to keep your relationship private, far away from work. Therefore no one knows about your meetings late at night or the fact that you basically live at Nanami’s place. And this is just fine, perfect the way it is.

“There you are, sweetheart. Is this dress new? It suits you very well.”

The sound of his voice alone sends shivers down your spine, you greet your boyfriend with a wide grin and a tight hug. As usual, he smells absolutely breathtaking good. You need to finally ask him about his perfume.

“Glad you came”, you reply, face buried in his suit.

You love the fact that he’s always wearing suits, it definitely does something to you.

“You know I would never miss spending an evening with you. Here, I just couldn’t show up empty-handed.”

He hands you a gorgeous bouquet of purple, white and rose flowers, perfectly arranged and coordinated. You smile to yourself, taking in the delicious scent of lavender that now hangs in the air. Words can’t express how much you love the man standing in front of you. Even if he acts aloof and uninterested, he has a heart of gold. Suddenly you feel overwhelmed by your feelings, tears water your eyes. Unlike Nanami, you are terrible at hiding your feelings.

“I’m not going to cry”, you whisper to yourself, fanning air into your face to stop the tears from running.

“It’s not worth crying, I bring you flowers almost every time. But I’m glad you like them.”

Strange how your frequent bursts of emotion don’t bother him at all while everyone else is getting on is nerves. You truly are something special for him, the sunshine that scared away his rain, the joy that helps him to overcome his numbness. You are a gift, a true sweetheart, loved by everyone who knows you. Maybe this is the reasons why no one seems to even notice the chemistry between you two when working together as jujutsu-sorcerers. You are an absolutely poor liar, bad at hiding your feelings and the blush that creeps up your cheeks whenever you look at him. Even an untrained eye would be able to see your affection towards him – everyone expect members of Jujutsu High, as it seems.

“How was your day? Did your mission go well?”

“Oh, not at all. I’m glad you weren’t assigned to accompany me”, he signs and takes off his glasses.

Your hand gently brushes through his thick blonde hair. You can tell by one look at his tired gaze that this day was rough.

“Maybe I would have been able to help you.”

He gifts you a small but gentle smile, hands wrapped around your waist.

“Sure, but I just can’t risk you getting hurt because of helping me.”

“You know that’s also my job, right?”, you tease him.

“And you know that your job sucks, right?”

You can’t help but giggle at his response, the warm feeling in your chest keeps growing and growing. How is it that one man can make your life feel so much better just by his sheer existence? You simply cannot imagine carrying on without Nanami anymore.

“And you know that I love you, right?”

Your hands gently cup his face while your body aches to close the minimal distance between your bodies. Oh, how much you’d love to stay in this position forever, for the sun to never go down this evening. But you know all too well that tomorrow will be an exhausting day with a meeting of all higher up jujutsu-sorcerers that you and Nanami have to attend. It would be foolish to stay here any longer. But still you want to let these delicious seconds of togetherness melt on your tongue.

“Well, considering you already told me 13 times today alone, I sure hope so”, he replies before pressing his soft lips against yours.

You simply can’t believe it. The man that is holding you is the love of your life, the one you want to marry someday, the only one who has the key to your heart. Even though you are the complete opposite of him, even though no one seems to even be aware of the fact that you are in a relationship, you are absolutely mesmerized and obsessed with him.

“I hate to say it, but I think it’s better to get home. After all, we have to be up early in the morning for that stupid meeting”, he growls against your lips, face twisted in annoyance.

“How much I hate it when you’re right”, you sign while taking in his delicious scent.

“But that happens quite often. Come on, I’ll cook us dinner tonight.”

-Next day-

“There you are, golden girl!”, Gojo cries out in excitement as soon as you enter the room.

You gift him a breathtaking smile. In some way, you and Satoru are pretty similar to each other. Almost always in a good mood while wearing a bright smile on your faces along with loving a good joke and the company of other people. But unlike him, you tend to be quiet in your own way, only opening up around people you know and love.

“Nice to see you again. How have you been Gojo?”

The sincerity that glitters in your striking eyes is always a blessing for everyone around. You are so real, tender and kind in this cruel world that it’s sometimes hard to believe that you are able to survive in it.

“I’m doing better since you came here, (y/n).”

You giggle at his light-hearted comment, very aware of the fact that he’s just trying to tease you. Although you know that Gojo is very easy on women, you never felt more than sympathy for him. After all, you laid your eyes on someone else this whole time…

Oh, where’s Kento?

He told you this morning that there’s something he has to take care of, but it’s very untypically for him to show up late. Worry lines appear on your effortless features. Did you miss something? Did he maybe tell you about a meeting?

“Why do you look so worried, (y/n)?”, Gojo questions.

“I’m just wondering about Nanami-san…Normally, he’s never late”, you mumble while racking your brain.

To be honest, you’re pretty forgetful, without your boyfriend you wouldn’t even be here right now. But something important like a reason for being late wouldn’t escape you, right?

“Who knows? He never tells anyone about his private life anyway.”

Lost in thoughts, you slowly but surely fall into panic mode. Something has to be wrong. This behavior doesn’t suit him at all.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s fine, (y/n). Nanami is a tough guy”, Gojo tries to calm your tingling nerves down.

But it doesn’t work. Frantically, you swipe over your phone, desperately trying to find an excuse in one of his text messages – nothing. You try to call him multiple times only to be greeted by his mailbox.

Oh no, this is bad. This is very very bad. Something must have happened, you just know it.

“I should now if he has something to do, I mean, I’m his girlfriend after all. It’s kinda my job to know these things-“

Gojo stares at you wide eyed, mind trying to process the information that just came out of your mouth. Did you really just call Nanami your boyfriend? This can’t be true…right?

“(y/n)”, he interrupts your babbling, your innocent eyes darting at him immediately.

“Did you just call Nanami your boyfriend?”

Your heart sinks to the floor, mind going completely blank. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were so lost in thoughts that you accidentally spoiled your secret relationship of two years to none other than Gojo Satoru.

“Gojo, please don’t freak out”, you beg.

“So it’s true? Oh god, I can’t believe it. That are some pretty fucked up new. How long?”

“How long what?”

Kento is going to hate you for this. From all the people you could have told about your secret, why on earth did it have to be Gojo Satoru? Your face goes pale just thinking about your boyfriend’s reaction.

What if…What if he doesn’t want to be with you anymore? Your thoughts are raising, eyes getting wetter and wetter the more you think about what you just did. This was your little secret, the only thing you had to do was keeping it to yourself. And you? You ruined everything by mindlessly telling Gojo about it.

“Sorry I’m late, the traffic-“

“Nanami, when did you plan on telling me about your relationship with (y/n)? You have to be kidding, right? How the hell did you pull her?”, Gojo blurts out immediately.

You are on the brink of tears, Kento's eyes darting towards you without emotion.

“None of this is of your business. Let me talk to (y/n) alone for a second, we’ll be with you soon”, he instructs the white-haired man with firm voice.

“Only if you promise that you’ll tell me every little dirty detail about this.”

“Leave. Now.”

“Urgh, what a bummer…”

You swallow hardly, your gaze glued to the floor while you try to blink away your hot tears.

“How did this happen?”, he questions, his well-polished shoes standing right in front of you.

“I-I…I was so w-worried about y-you that I panicked and…and then it j-just slipped out…”, you stutter.

“Huh, I understand.”

Your eyes dart up at him.

“Are you going to leave me now?”, you cry out, tears now running down your cheeks uncontrollably.

Kento tilts his head and steps forward, hand gently cupping your face.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you. Sooner or later, he would have found out anyway”, he responses.

You wrap your still trembling arms around him tightly, tears soaking into his fine suit.

“I’m really sorry”, you mutter into his chest.

It’s like a massive weight falls from your heart. For the split of a second, you really thought he’ll end things with you right here and now. You simply can’t afford to lose him, Kento is your ray of sunshine on rainy days, you love him with all of your heart and more.

“Please, don’t be. I should be sorry for you worrying about me. Be prepared for Gojo’s constant teasing though. These will be hard times.”

He brushes a soft kiss against your lips, a tender smile on his face. God, how much you feel for this man. More than any words could ever express.

“We’ll get through this together”, you reply.

“Yes. Like always.”

[sseosapphic]

hi bb <3 can i req soft sex and aftercare with soyeon? little lion’s been through so much, i just wanna take care of her and worship her 😞

(ps i’m not sure if you do anons but if you do, then can i be 🐶 anon? tyy <3)

༊*·˚ All about you tonight

Jeon Soyeon X F reader

of course 🐶 anon!,tysm for this req,i totally agree,she truly deserves the world,i hope you enjoy this darling<3

includes; soft sex,switch soyeon & switch reader,praising,body worship/general worship,pet names,aftercare and fluff (things to note Y/N and soyeon live with only soojin,for the sake of this soojin was originally Y/Ns roommate beforehand)

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your ears had perked up at the front door creaking open,quickly shutting the laptop closed and running towards the living room where the noise was.

you were met with Soyeon who was settling in the house,a smile quickly lifted up on your lips

“Soyeonnie,how was your day? Soojin isn’t home yet,she texted me that she’ll be home a bit later!”

Soyeon entered the kitchen,heading to make herself something to eat,smiled briefly before replying back to you “hm..”

“my day was alright,schedule was busy and a bit stressful but it was good nonetheless,and thank you for letting me know about soojin-ah coming home later! How was yours Y/N?

following behind her into the kitchen, wrapping your hands around her waist,resting your chin into the crook of her neck.

“my day was pretty good,boring but good nonetheless,just the usual stuff. Is there anything on your mind besides just the day being busywork? You know i can tell when something’s up ,you should know this by now..”

Soyeon responded by rolling her eyes in a playful manner “Ah- You do know me too well by now..” she stopped unpacking her food before it could become fully opened,and turned to face you fully. “I guess i just haven’t had any time to fully relax..working back to back,i’ve been feeling a bit tense lately..” she sighed relaxing her ,what seemed to be tense shoulders..

your smile turned into a small frown for a second before pulling her closer to you by the waist. “My lion why didn’t you mention anything about this before? You know i’m always here for you , i know it can be hard but i don’t want you dealing with all this stress alone. I know you’re so strong but sometimes having someone is helpful!” pecking her forehead aswell as pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

she gave a soft smile , she seemed to be more at ease now. “i know ,im sorry Y/N- you really know how to make me cheer up , you truly are the best person anyone could ever have..” she gave you a quick peck on the lips ,that you had quickly returned back.

As if a lightbulb popped over your head , an idea flashed through your mind , “Soyeon-ah come on let’s go to your room quickly!” before letting her respond,you dragged her towards her own bedroom,locking the door behind the two of you.

“Y/N-ah,what’s this about?” she questioned sitting on her bed

“i want to make it all about you tonight ,you deserve it soyeon-ah.” Straddling the meek girls lap, hands wrapping around her neck one hand pushing hair out of her soft face,she seemed a little caught off guard,but a smile appearing onto her face.

Hands now pulling you closer ,wrapping tightly around your waist,the both of you were so close to each-others bodies. Feeling un-steady breathing on both sides.

“Take your mind off some things,help you feel a bit better you know,plus you deserve it ,my lion” She smiled with a bit more of a sly expression to it , “that doesn’t sound so bad,you sure my love?”

Nodding almost instantly to her question,giddy she chuckled a bit to your instant response. Eyes Rolling playfully,stopping her giggles by quieting her lips with your own. Feeling your soft lips on hers own made Soyeon let out a soft whine.

Now pulling Soyeon down onto your knee,making her gain friction to feel more pleasure.

“Y/N-ah,please..” she whined out,trying to gain some sort of friction between herself and your knee.

“patience baby,it’s all about my baby tonight..”

slowly starting to kiss her neck,giving slow kisses down her neck,gaining breathy moans every now and then from the now needy girl,as she still tried to grind down onto y/ns thigh.

Laying Soyeon down onto the bed ,now removing each-others clothing ,until both of you are left in nothing but a bra and panties. Soyeon in only her black laced panties.

“So beautiful..every part of you is so fucking gorgeous,i could stare at you for decades.”

kissing down from her chest to where her panties lay on her body,you look up at the girl for permission,She nods her head letting you know to continue.

Pulling the lacy panties to the side with your teeth,now admiring how beautiful she really is. Not wanting to stare forever,you look back up at her while licking at her wet cunt,earning a loud gasp from Soyeon.

“F-Fuck..”

kidding at her inner thighs now,then going back to lick and kiss at her pretty cunt,making sure not to miss any bit of wetness that she leaked,wanting to taste every drop of the girl like it was your last meal.

“so good a-ah~!.. right there!!”

detaching yourself from her now-puffy cunt,inserting two fingers with ease instead now.

“oh you mean here?”

sucking and kissing at her clit,while looking at her from below. “A-ah~! yes fu-fuck..’m gonna cum..”

fingers going at a faster rate than before , you go to Soyeons ear nipping at her neck before whispering at her. “Cum for me ,pretty girl..” sending soyeon over the edge ,moaning while scratching at your back. Feeling her tighten around your fingers was a sensation to never forget.

pulling out of the girl slowly , to only bring your fingers up towards your own mouth and lick and suck every inch of your fingers that were just inserted in the girl. Taking them out your mouth now ,bringing Soyeon into a kiss making her taste herself.

“Your taste is addictive..now you understand why i can’t get enough?”

Nodding with a giggle ,she flipped you to where she was ontop of you now.

“My turn.”

Diving right towards your neck,biting and kissing your collarbone making sure to leave marks anywhere she pleased. When soyeon reached towards your boobs,she started to lick and kiss one nipple while pinching and playing with the other.

“S-Soyeon..”

Looking up while her mouth was firmly attached to your breasts , now biting down a bit to cause even more of a reaction,which was achieved when you moaned out really loudly.

Now detaching herself she cuddled up onto your chest with a rather tired look plastered on her face.

“Feeling sleepy…” Letting out a small chuckle you held her close and fell asleep together..

[yougottalovebuckybarnes]

Hi, I’m so sorry that you have been having a hard time and that you can’t graduate when you wanted to I know that must be hard but you’re taking the time to look after yourself and that’s the most import thing!!!!

If and when you’re up to it I’d love to see a part 3 of forgive me, also maybe with a bit of Sam included? I’m a strong believer that Sam would 100% be on Bucky and Y/n side

Forgive Me, Pt. 3 (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: This request for a third part was from AGES ago, so I apologize for the long delay lol. On the plus side, I’ve finally graduated from college so that is no longer a worry! :) Anyway, this series will definitely be getting a Part 4. I couldn’t stop writing and coming up with more ideas lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Hate” had always been such a harsh word to me. Of all the feelings that existed, that was the one that I never could seem to grasp fully. Perhaps my heart was too soft or my nature too forgiving, but I had yet to find a person that I truly hated.

I could not even find it in me to hate Steve Rogers, despite all that had happened. Forgiveness was still a work in progress, but perhaps one day I would forgive him completely.

It had been three months since Bucky had found me in our bathroom with an open medication bottle in my hand, and it had been equally as long since he had spoken to the rest of the team. While I found it impossible to hate any of them, Bucky could not stand to even look at them. We had moved out of the compound within twenty four hours of his confrontation with Steve and hadn’t been back since.

Our little apartment in the city was comfortable, but it was not home. I knew that Bucky felt the same, but he refused to admit it out loud. Several attempts to urge him to reach out to Steve had not gone well, and my heart ached as I witnessed his anger consume him. Bucky had reassured me that I was all he needed now, but I knew deep down that he needed his friends, especially Steve. This anger would destroy him if not confronted properly.

And that was why I reached out first.

I found myself in a quiet little cafe in the city on a early Tuesday morning, sipping on an iced late as I watched people make their way down the street to work. The chair across from me scrapped on the ground, and I looked up to find Steve Rogers taking a seat. His face was solemn, almost shameful as his eyes made contact with mine. It was a version of him that I was unfamiliar with. The weeks of sneering and secret glares had melted away into shame and regret.

Part of me thought I should be content, seeing him humbled in this way. But I could not find it in me to rejoice in this. Steve Rogers was doing just as bad as Bucky was, losing his best friend the way that he had. There had to be a way to remedy this.

“Good morning, Steve.” I spoke softly, watching him evenly.

“Good morning.” Steve nodded in response, looking a little uneasy. “Look, Y/N-“

“You know why I asked to meet with you.” I prompted, pushing past the need for small talk to get into what really mattered. I was also quite honestly not ready to accept his apology either, if that was what he trying to do.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking away briefly. “I don’t know what else I can do. Bucky won’t respond to any of my messages and I wouldn’t dare show up uninvited to your apartment.”

“That would not have gone well.” I agreed, sipping again on my beverage. “But we need to fix this, Steve. I’ve never seen him like this before. He needs you.”

“No, he needs you.” Steve replied, his voice remaining even. “And I realize that now. I didn’t know how much he cared for you until that night. Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t tell me that you two got married.”

“That really surprised you?” I asked with a slight scoff. “After how you all treated me?”

“I’m not looking for a fight.” He held up his hands slightly. “I’m just wanting to fix things.”

It was silent for a moment, and I let out a small sigh as I nodded in agreement. We were both in agreement for at least this one thing. While I did care for Steve and the others like family before this mess, all I cared about now was making sure Bucky was cared for and supported. In order to do so, we had to work together.

“Is Sam in town?”

“He is.” Steve nodded. “I’m thinking he might be able to help best since he was nutural in this whole thing. Just talk things over with him. If it doesn’t work, we can figure something else out.”

“I agree.” I glanced at my phone, seeing a text from Bucky asking where I was. I began to rise from my place at the small table. “I have to go now. Let me know when Sam can come over to see him.”

“Wait.” Steve’s voice caused me to stop and I looked over at him. “I…I never gave you a chance to explain your side of things, and for that, I’m sorry. I should not have treated you the way that I did.”

I looked at him evenly, my heart aching in my chest at the memories of the day prior to my attempt and Bucky’s hospitalization. After a few moments of silence, I gave him a sad smile. “If you want to know what happened, look at the Tony’s camera feeds from that day. The journalist stopped me at the front entrance to the building so you should have clear audio. It’ll tell you all you need to know.”

And without another word, I grabbed my purse and made my way back towards my apartment.

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Bucky’s POV

It had been odd waking up without Y/N by my side. That had been all but established as part of our routine, early mornings spent together in bed. But for some reason that had been broken on a random Tuesday, and part of me wanted to investigate why.

But her return only an hour later had washed all my worries away and our regular life routines resumed as normal for the next week. Part way through the week, Y/N had left the apartment to run a few errands so I was left on my own on the couch watching reruns of ‘The Office’. But a sharp knock on my door interrupted my plans of relaxation.

I approached the door, assuming that Y/N had forgotten her key inside after I had locked it behind her. But the familiar face of Sam Wilson surprised me as I found him on the other side. “Sam?”

“How’ve you been, man? “ Sam smiled.

“How do you know where I live?” I returned a smile hesitantly, wondering if the others had sent him as one last resort to connect.

“I saw Y/N on the street.” He replied casually, and my shoulders relaxed slightly. “She thought it would be a good idea for me to visit!”

“Of course. Come on in.” I stepped aside, letting him into our apartment and shutting the door gently. “I haven’t heard from you in months. Where have you been?”

“Long term mission abroad.” Sam sighed, sitting down on the couch. “It was quite an interesting experience. But not as interesting as finding out you moved out of the compound. What happened?”

I froze slightly at his words. “Did Steve send you?”

“Can’t I just be concerned about my friend?” Sam replied, scoffing slightly.

“I’m not saying you can’t.” I snorted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. “But this feels like an interrogation. I have had enough of those to last a life time.”

“I did speak to Steve, but he only gave me a few details. But I also don’t want to hear just one side. I want to hear from you.” Sam replied, glancing at me. “You two are incredibly close and now you live far apart from each other. What happened?”

All that had happened began to play again through my mind. The article published, the attitude shifts from the others, the gunshot to my shoulder, finding Y/N with the medicine bottle in hand. It was almost too hard to handle. But I willed myself to speak, telling my friend all that had happened.

“How can I forgive him for this?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. “How can I forgive all of them for this? They did not give her a chance to explain herself, and made her feel like she was worthless. I could’ve lost her forever.”

“How does Y/N feel about this?” Sam prompted gently.

“She wants me to reach out to Steve.” I sighed, sinking back into the couch. “I don’t know how she can forgive him so easily, after all that has happened.”

“Y/N talked to me too, Bucky.” My eyes flickered over to Sam, surprised by his words. “She is worried about you, deeply. “

“I’m doing just fine.” I scoffed, but slightly concerned by his words. How had I not known she was worried about me?

“So you say.” Sam replied, almost skeptically. “Don’t you miss everyone? Steve at least?”

“Of course I have!” I bristle slightly, my metal fist clenching slightly. “But how do I move on from this?”

“I know you can’t immediately forgive the others for this, and that is understandable.” Sam spoke firmly. “But you can’t stay this angry forever. It will destroy you.”

“I can be as angry as I damn well please!” I snapped, glaring at him. “They almost caused her to end her life!”

“Bucky-“

“No!” I rose from the couch, a wave of rage flowing over me. “You don’t get it, and why would you? It wasn’t your wife!”

“No, but she is my friend!” Sam did not move, keeping his gaze steady with mine. “And she is scared that she is losing you, Bucky!”

“I need you to leave.” I shake my head, walking to the door and pulling it open. “Now.”

Sam clenched his jaw slightly but did not respond as he rose from the couch before walking to the door. Just as he was about to step through into the hall, Y/N appeared with a handful of grocery bags in hand. Her smile of greeting faded as she sensed the tension in the room. “What’s-“

“Please leave, Sam.” I repeated firmly, watching him leave before shutting the door behind him. “Why did you invite him here?”

“Maybe because he’s one of your friends and you could use a visit from one?” Y/N walked into the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter before turning to me. “Why did you throw him out of our apartment?”

“Because everyone is insisting that I must forgive Steve!” I snapped, my jaw clenched. “I can’t even fathom how you can stand the thought of him!”

“Bucky, I still haven’t forgive him yet! It’s too hard!” I shake my head as I watched him through pained eyes. “But I’m not as angry anymore. You can’t let this anger consume you!”

“I heard the exact same thing from Sam.” I let out a bitter laugh. “I can be as angry as I want!”

“Bucky…”

“Did you coordinate this with Sam? Steve too?” I scoffed, not even hiding my anger anymore. “Why are you working with the people who want you dead?”

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment before her eyes filled with hurt. Deep hurt. I had never regret speaking as I quickly as I did in that moment.

“Alright.” Her voice was quiet, trembling slightly as she picked up her purse from the counter. “Dinner’s on the counter. I’m going to go stay somewhere else for the night.”

“Y/N…” My voice cracked as I reached out to grab her hand, but she slipped away from my touch and out the door, slamming it hard behind her.

I walked over to the couch, sitting back down quietly before the first tears began to fall. I could not remember when they stopped, if ever. Perhaps the anger had already destroyed me. And perhaps I had already lost the love of my life because of it.

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[fartcushion]

Lockdown Bubble - Part 2

The next day I came downstairs before Antony and made breakfast, sittng at the table with my back to the counters and munching away as he walked in. "Morning" he said cheerfully, and I waved a response while swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

"Morning, got anything planned today?", and took in another bite.

"Not really. Weekends aren't the same during lockdown. Day in front of the TV again I guess" he replied busying himself behind my head making his own breakfast. As he bent down to get the milk he let out a short fart. "Oh excuse me! That just slipped out".

Desperately trying to swallow the cereal before I retched it out from the smell, I leaned as far away as I could get. "Oh man, not another one, why do your farts smell so bad?"

"My diet isn't that great" Antony shrugged, then gave his belly a jovial wobble as if to emphasize the point. "If you think my farts are bad, just wait until I've done one of those home work out vids. Now they build up a sweat"

"I'll stay clear of that then until you shower!"

"Who knows, might be something else you learn to love. Like my farts", and that devilish grin returned.

I turned around to deny that I would never, but realised too late the huge mistake it was. Antony had purposely bent forward on the counter with his ass aimed directly at my head in hope his bait would work. As I turned to face him he released another quick airy fart right at me.

Ppfftt

Antony was beside himself laughing. In disgust I shot out the chair to wash my face in the sink. "Omg, so gross!"

"Aww I'm sorry, I was just having a laugh. Didn't mean to get you right in the face. Good job your mouth was closed ay, otherwise you'd have been swallowing last night's dinner again". He chuckled as he sat and ate his breakfast.

I finished drying myself and sat back to finish breakfast. "I'm beginning to think you have a thing for farts the way you keep subjecting me to then"

Antony chewed in thoughtful silence for a moment before responding, "nah, not the farting itself. I just aren't bothered by them like you are. But what I do like is humiliation, subjecting others to it. Like some people love having their feet worshipped, I don't care about it particularly, but if a guy hates feet then that's what I want them doing. I get off on that power". I was stunned by the honesty.

"That being said I am also very good at figuring out what someone truly desires. So either my farts will be a good punishment for you, or they'll be something you secretly crave". And he carried on eating as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell.

"I can guarantee that I do not want your farts, they're certainly not my thing. And I'm not a big fan of feet either come to that matter"

Again Antony smirked while finishing his cereal. "Dont worry, we will only be vanilla then if that's what you want. I just thought last night you said you would be an obedient slave"

I felt oddly insulted. Was I vanilla? Surely there was a large gap between just wanting to suck a cock or sit on a dick, and having to be subjected to Antony's gaseous assaults. And I was ashamed to admit it, but every time he called me a slave I could feel my dick start to throb. Maybe I could help satisfy his need to dominate without going too far.

"I'm not vanilla! Just maybe you're a lot more experienced than me. I want to please, sir". I paused while giving an innocent doll eyed look, "but maybe, don't be too mean?"

"Of course not, wouldn't want you leaving here. And as a show of good will, how about you suck my cock?" Antony offered.

I felt relieved. It was stupid, but I didn't want to be boring and we'd both said how much fun being a bubble with benefits would be so I didn't want to look like I was bailing on it.

I pushed my chair out and slid under the table. Antony opened his legs so I could get at his crotch. He was wearing the same boxers as yesterday having not changed. The smell of the sweat from the night's sleep and a bit of dried cum was noticeable. Again I didn't want to be a buzz kill so without I protest pulled his fat cock out of the flap. Once in my mouth it started to harden and I began to work it.

Antony leaned back looking under the table at me slobbering on his cock. "Oh damn that feels good. Though I forgot to warn you that I needed a piss..."

My eyes must have shot open in terror. But before I could pull away Antony had slid his large hand to the back of my head and I felt a hard grip hold me in place.

"...I'm kidding! Would I do that to you? Keep sucking on that cock bitch, don't you dare stop when it feels this good"

The grip didn't let off but I felt reassured enough to carry on. Humiliation was one thing, but he wouldn't force me drink his piss surely.  His hand forced me down so the cock was slamming the back of my throat, and he began convulsing in the chair as he came. I swallowed quickly as he held me there for a minute before letting him go, making sure I got every drop.

"Ah, what a way to start the day. Think you can manage that as your new morning routine?"

I scrambled up off the floor. "Erm, yeh I guess, might be in a rush for work if you're not up early enough".

"Ah don't worry, I've got an idea for that". Without further comment on the matter he went to watch TV. I stood there for a moment. Unsure what to make of the morning. I was also sad that I'd not been given chance to come. I did consider excusing myself to go have a wank. But thought best save it. If I didn't want to look frigid, or vanilla, I'd want to stay horny. But how hard could it be to please Antony's needs?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hiding Away (Clara Oswald x reader)

Summary: when you distance yourself due to insecurities over your body, Clara does her best to make you feel better

Warnings: hurt/comfort, some angst, reader has body image issues but it's not specified why

A/N: I've been feeling pretty down lately due to dysphoria so I decided to be self indulgent and write this to help comfort me. I kept the reasoning behind the reader's body image issues vague so anyone who has troubles or insecurities about how they look can read this. just know that I love and cherish each and every one of you that have difficulties with how you look, regardless of the reason. it's okay if you have trouble accepting your physical body as a part of who you are. you're not broken or any less of a person for it ❤

Clara hadn't seen you all day. In fact, she'd barely seen you the entire week, and while that wasn't entirely uncommon after a disasterous trip with the Doctor (you'd been attacked by the Daleks yet again) it was troubling to her just how little she saw of you.

That's how she ended up standing in front of the bedroom you had on the TARDIS. She really didn't want to pry, but she was starting to get concerned. Plus, she missed you.

Bringing her hand up to the door, she lightly tapped her knuckles against the wood before calling out softly. "Are you in there? It's been awhile since I've seen you and I'm a little worried."

She heard you call out a muffled "I'm fine" through the door. Clara waited in hopes that perhaps you'd elaborate, sighing to herself when you didn't.

"I'm going to come in, if that's alright with you?" She could've said it more as a command, but she posed her words as a question instead, so you'd feel a tad bit more comfortable with her sudden intrusion.

When she still got no answer, she turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door. The lights were out, but from what she could tell you were curled up in a ball on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets.

Clara frowned at the sight, knowing it must be something truly bad to have you acting like this. "Sweetheart?" She called out tentatively as she walked over.

You let out a muffled grunt in response, peeking part of your face out a bit so she could see you. "Hi," you mumbled softly.

She gave you a gentle smile as she took as seat down on the edge of your bed. "Hello, darling. Are you alright?" She carefully asked, bringing her hand up to rest on what she assumed was your back, hoping to comfort you.

"Mm." You closed your eyes and muttered out a soft reply. "I haven't been feeling well recently. Been having problems with my body and how I look."

At your admission of what was really going on, Clara felt her heart break. So that was why you'd been hiding away. "Oh, sweetheart..." She whispered in a sorrowful tone as she knew exactly what you were talking about, even if you didn't say it in so many words. "Darling, I'm so sorry. May I touch you?"

She was careful in asking for your permission to touch you first, knowing how you'd sometimes rather to be comforted from a distance, but much to her delight you nodded your head before letting out a soft "Okay".

She nodded her head in turn before getting down on the bed next to you. As she pulled you close, she was careful not to shift or move your blanket off of you in any way, not wanting to raise your discomfort levels, even by accident.

You allowed her to cradle you close to her chest, nestling against her almost as if you were a small woodland creature who was trying to stay warm for the winter. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it," you spoke to her in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry for being so distant lately."

"It's alright, sweetheart. I understand completely, there's no need for you to apologize." Clara leaned her face down and pressed a loving kiss to where she thought your head might be. "I'll be here for as long as you may need me."

You felt as her hand moved up and down your back in a soothing nature while she added, "And just so you know, there's nothing 'wrong' with how you look. I know that might be difficult for you to believe right now, darling, but it's true."

Tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself become emotional. "Thank you..." You choked out while pressing your face into her chest. "Thank you, Clara.... I love you..."

The brunette felt her heart soar when you told her you loved her, even though you'd said it before numerous times. "And I love you," she reply before kissing your head again. "And I'll always be here for you if you need me. Okay?"

You didn't say anything else, but she knew you heard her from the way you grabbed her hand and held it close. The two of you stayed there like that for a good, long while, and even though it didn't diminish your awful feelings completely it did feel nice to have someone there to help take your mind off it, at least for a little while.

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giving them a surprise hug | the bad batch

a/n: pics not mine! this was genuinely relaxing to write! i’m so sorry this is late- i had such bad writers block and i didn’t want to post anything that i'm not proud of. nonnie, i hope this meets what you wanted and of course, thank you for requesting 🫶🏼🥰

crosshair

the shock! the surprise! he didn't expect you, of all people, to come up and suddenly hug him. it's all very welcome though since he absolutely adores you, but you don't know that. his crush on you is just amplified when you make moves on him.

"get off me. do you have glue on your arms or something?"

“no. you’re stuck with me,” you defiantly replied, “whether you like it or not.”

“well…uh. you’re welcome to stay in my arms,” he softy mumbles.

later in the day, he ends up spilling to you that he’s liked you since you first insulted him. he’s just glad you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.

tech

he doesn’t know how to respond when you come behind him and hug him. he definitely knows that his heart beats faster with you around but he’d rather keep that to himself. he's so in love with you and he's such a softie.

“may i ask why you are hugging me?”

“i like you, tech.”

oh. OH. his brain stops functioning a little after hearing before asking, “did i hear that right?”

he smiles softly to himself as he whispers back, "i like you too, darling." you don't know yet, but he's already daydreaming about the moments you'll share together as a couple.

echo

echo thinks you're so cute when you ran in front of him to give him a massive hug. but somehow, your hugs always last a little longer each time. he knows you have a crush on him, and he knows his feelings toward you.

"you're comfy."

"oh? does that make me your new pillow then?" he teased.

"perhaps..." you muse.

his eyes soften upon realizing that you'd be his forever, quietly whispering, "i think i love you."

"did you say something, echo?"

he smiles at you in response, no words are needed for his feelings anymore.

wrecker

as someone who likes both you and physical affection, wrecker is so happy about the hug. he's not shocked either about you coming to his side and hugging him. in fact, he appreciated your hug as he had just finished a mission that involved high-stress levels and heights.

“just what i needed.”

“what?” you inquire, “a hug? or you mean- my hug?”

"well- i mean, your hugs do feel nice but i prefer your hugs."

you glance up at him, smiling softly as you admire how pretty his eyes are. he knows you're staring, and he knows that you're definitely his future. you make him feel at home, truly loved and that's a bonus in his eyes.

hunter

he’s always admired you from afar. due to his heightened senses, he wasn’t too shocked about you sneaking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest. he relished the moments with you, as life seemed to slow down when he was with you. 

“oh? what’s this?” 

“just a hug for my favorite person,” you giggle, “you’re warm.” 

"my waist is free real estate..uh if you'd like another hug?" he states slowly, scratching the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with his hands now that they aren't around you.

you end up confessing your crushes to each other at the same time.

a/n: hi! this is later than i would've preferred to post this, but late is better than never :) i really loved writing the dialogue for this and i was inspired by the kdramas i'm currently invested in! i hope you enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶🏼

[skywalker1dream]

part 3 of spin the bottle series

note: so I'm having bad day, but I hope that you are having good day ;)

part one | part two| part three| part four | part five

warnings:you tell me, Im not good with warnings.

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As the weeks passed and Carlos asked you to be his girlfriend, you felt a rush of excitement and happiness, eager to deepen your connection. However, his request for secrecy about your relationship left you feeling conflicted, as you longed to share your joy with your loved ones.

Despite your disappointment, you respected Carlos's wishes, trusting that he had his reasons. But as time went on, his behavior began to change. Carlos became increasingly touchy and possessive, his actions leaving you feeling suffocated and unsure.

One evening, as you sat together in silence, the tension between you palpable, you finally mustered the courage to confront Carlos about his behavior.

"Carlos, we need to talk," you began, your voice tinged with apprehension. "I've noticed that you've been acting differently lately, and it's starting to worry me."

Carlos shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding yours as he fidgeted with his phone. "I… I know," he replied, his voice strained. "I've just been feeling frustrated, you know?"

You frowned, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. "Frustrated? What do you mean?"

Carlos sighed, his shoulders slumping as he finally met your gaze. "I… I want more from our relationship," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be closer to you, physically."

Your heart sank at his words, realization dawning on you. "Carlos, you know I can't," you said softly, your voice filled with sadness. "I thought you understood and respected that."

Carlos nodded, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I do, I really do," he insisted. "But it's been hard for me, waiting."

You took a deep breath, struggling to process his confession. "I understand, but that doesn't excuse your behavior," you replied, your voice tinged with frustration. "I need you to respect my boundaries, as I am respecting yours Carlos. This isn't fair to me."

Carlos's expression softened, regret shining in his eyes as he reached out to take your hand. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I'll try to do better, I promise."

But despite his words, you couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that lingered in your mind. As the weeks went on, Carlos's possessiveness only seemed to escalate. He was constantly texting his friends, even during your dates or while you were spending time together at home. And no matter how much you tried to talk to him about it, he brushed off your concerns, insisting that everything was fine.

As the strain in your relationship grew, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever go back to how they used to be. And as you lay awake at night, watching Carlos sleep beside you, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your heart, wondering if you were truly meant to be together.

As you strolled through the park together, the gentle breeze and the rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation. Carlos seemed relaxed, his usual tension replaced by a sense of ease that put you at ease as well.

"Carlos, can we talk about something?" you began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

"Of course," he replied, turning to look at you with a warm smile.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I've been thinking about our relationship, about how we've been keeping it a secret," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in your stomach. "How long do we have to keep it this way?"

Carlos's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "I know it hasn't been easy," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. "But for now, I think it's best if we continue to keep things between us."

You felt a pang of disappointment at his response, the weight of secrecy pressing down on you like a heavy burden. "But why, Carlos? Why can't we be open about our relationship?"

Carlos sighed, his gaze drifting to the ground as he struggled to find the right words. "It's complicated," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "There are things going on in my life that I'm not ready to share with everyone yet."

You reached out to gently squeeze his hand, offering him a reassuring smile. "I understand, Carlos," you said softly. "I just wish we could be honest with the people we care about."

Carlos met your gaze, gratitude shining in his eyes as he squeezed your hand in return. "I know, and I'm sorry," he replied sincerely. "But I promise, one day, we'll be able to shout our love from the rooftops."

You smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope stir within you at his words. "I'll hold you to that," you said, your voice filled with determination.

And as you continued to walk through the park together, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Despite the challenges you faced, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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its short vey short I separated parts bc it would be longer and it seems that my drafts can't hold that amount of words, I mean.....my finished fics have some parts missing... I have no idea how is that possible..but I hope I can fix it somehow

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late night 127

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It was just past midnight when mn picked up his phone. A soft glow illuminated the dark room, and the sound of his fingers tapping against the screen seemed louder than usual in the quiet of the apartment. He had been pacing around for the past hour, his thoughts racing, replaying every cringey moment of the disaster that was his date.

He didn’t even know why he agreed to it. The guy was nice enough, sure, but there was no chemistry. It felt forced, awkward, and everything that could go wrong, did. The conversation died halfway through the meal, and by the time he left, he felt more drained than he’d ever been. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he pulled up the number for the late-night radio station.

Late Night 127.

He’d been listening to the show for a while, never really thinking about calling in. But tonight, the urge to vent was too strong. The host—rem, as he called himself—was soothing in his tone, offering advice and playing great music to calm anyone who needed it. Maybe talking to him would make him feel better. Maybe hearing his voice would help clear his mind.

He took a deep breath before hitting the dial button.

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“You’re on the air with Late Night 127! Who’s calling tonight?” the familiar voice asked, calm yet upbeat.

He hesitated. His heart was already thumping in his chest. He had expected him to sound more like a radio host, but Mark’s voice was oddly comforting, like an old friend.

“Hi, uh… it’s me,sorry um I’m mn,” he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I don’t really know how to start this, but… I went on this date tonight, and it was a complete disaster.”

There was a soft chuckle from the other side. “Oh no, sounds like you’re in need of some advice. Go ahead, tell me everything.”

He took another breath, gathering his thoughts. “So, I met this guy through a mutual friend, right? We decided to grab dinner, and everything started fine. But then… I don’t know. We had nothing to talk about. The conversation was like pulling teeth. And he kept checking his phone. At one point, I literally had to sit there in silence while he replied to texts! I just… I felt like such an idiot.”

He paused, waiting for Rem’s response. The silence felt longer than it should’ve, but when he spoke again, his voice was calm and understanding.

“That sounds really tough. Honestly, it’s hard when the connection isn’t there. It’s like you’re trying to force something that isn’t meant to happen, right?” Rem said. His voice was smooth, like he truly understood what he was feeling. “I think sometimes people forget how important it is to connect on a deeper level, not just go through the motions of a date.”

He nodded, even though Rem couldn’t see him. “Yeah, exactly! I don’t even know why I agreed to go out with him. It felt like a waste of time. And now I’m wondering if I’ll ever find someone I actually click with.”

Rem’s voice softened a little. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. A bad date doesn’t mean you won’t find someone. Sometimes, it just takes time to meet the right person. And honestly, if the date felt off, maybe that’s a sign that it wasn’t meant to work out. That’s okay.”

His words were like a balm to his frazzled nerves. Maybe it was just the way Rem spoke, or maybe it was the comforting tone he always had on the show, but for some reason, hearing those words from him made him feel better. He let out a sigh, this time of relief instead of frustration.

“Thanks, Rem. I really needed to hear that.” He couldn’t help but smile a little, even though he was still feeling the sting of the night’s awkwardness. “It just… it feels like everything goes wrong sometimes.”

“You know what they say,” Rem said with a playful tone, “Sometimes you have to go through a few awkward moments to find something real. It’s all part of the journey.”

His heart fluttered, and for a moment, he almost forgot he was just one of many callers. Rem’s voice was soothing, like a secret friend who always knew the right thing to say. But then, reality hit. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

“Well, I hope that helps,” Rem said, sounding genuine. “And just remember, you’re not alone in this. We all go through these moments. I’m sure there’s someone out there who’s going to click with you—no awkward silences involved.”

He smiled, feeling a little lighter than before. “Thanks again. You’re the best.”

“Anytime,” rem replied warmly. “Goodnight, and take care.”

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[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

Ahhhh Im really bad at picking out prompts but dying for more 19th century ruspru; it's hard to find any that's good and you do it so incredibly well! Maybe "Things you whispered in my ear" but seriously I'll take anything

Prussia was lying on his side reading a letter by the light of a candle. He felt Russia’s breath on the back of his neck, and it was making it hard to focus on the scrawled handwriting.

Russia whispered in his ear, “That is enough for tonight.”

He reached over Prussia’s head and pinched the wick of the candle, plunging the room into darkness, save what moonlight was filtering in through the windows.

Prussia sighed and put the letter on the side table. He replied, “I was not done yet.”

He could not bring himself to truly be mad, not when he felt Russia’s arm wrap around his waist. He did not care about what the letter nearly as much as he cared about being held.

Russia nuzzled his neck and said, “I know. But I do not want to invite Count von Bismarck into my bed.”

Prussia turned towards him and was momentarily captivated by the way that the moonlight played across Russia’s eyes. He had to take a moment before he responded again, “Vanya, you know I have plans that need my attention.”

Russia softly pulled him closer and said, firmly, “I need your attention. I don’t invite you here so that I can watch you read letters to another man.”

He sounded more frustrated that Prussia had anticipated, and it left him at a loss for how to respond. He had promised that he would not cut off contact with Berlin while he was in St. Petersburg. There was far too much moving too quickly for him to be unavailable for even a day.

Prussia brushed a piece of Russia’s hair away from his eyes and then caressed his face, “It sounds so strange when you put it like that. Don’t tell me that you are jealous of the old man of all people. I love you, and I thought I had made that abundantly clear.”

It sounded absurd to say, and he was certain that Russia could not be implying that there was something romantic going on. But he was clearly jealous of the volume of letters.

He saw a shadow pass over Russia’s face, like he was processing some emotion. He finally seemed to decide on saying, “I do not mean it in that way.”

He paused, chewed on his lower lip like he was choosing his words carefully. He finally said, “I love you, Gilbert. But I am not fond of Preussen the politician. He is stealing time from me.”

Prussia sighed. He was not going to deny it entirely. He had been remarkably busy since the plans in the German states started in motion, but he had not thought that anything had fallen by the wayside.

He absent-mindedly touched Russia’s face as he tried to think of what to say. Russia leaned into the touch, like it had been exactly what he wanted when he snuffed the candle.

Prussia had never been eloquent about his feelings, and he had to fight his gut impulse to be a contrarian. But he knew that he owed Russia a response. He felt the way that the other was holding his hip, like he was afraid of him slipping away and he felt like he understood the anxiety.

Prussia said, trying to make what he imagined to be reassuring eye contact, “I made this trip to see you. I know that I have been busy, but I still want to see you. ”

Russia replied with another small sigh, “And why were you late to dinner? What have you been doing all night?”

If not for the uneven light, Prussia would have sworn that he was pouting. He admitted, “I was catching up on my correspondence.”

Russia’s raised eyebrow told him that was the point. And Prussia did understand how it sounded as soon as he said it. Russia sounded annoyed as he said, “I doubt your plans will fall apart if you put the letters away for a night.”

Prussia knew he was right, and that he had perhaps not noticed how much time he had been spending on politics. He conceded, “I’m sorry. I have perhaps been a bit too focused on other things.”

Russia leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and then planted small kisses down his cheek, saying between them, “I don’t begrudge your success. But I need you too.”

Prussia smiled, “So, no Bismarck in bed?”

Russia confirmed with a brief, “Mmmhmmm” before kissing Prussia on the lips.  

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hi! On anon because my AO3 account is private.

I care a lot about fandom inclusivity. I am allo but, by coincidence, write ace-friendly fics. Only a couple are online right now. How would you like me to tag them and future fics?

(I'm not, like, expecting you to represent all ace people, but asking a public ace person for a personal preference seems a better and more polite option than guessing or making assumptions. This is a direct response to your comic about how hard it is to engage in fandom as an ace person, which to me sounds like as much of an accessibility issue as alt text is.)

(I hope the well-meaningness outweighs the rude)

First off – thank you so so much for reaching out about this!! Your ask doesn't feel rude to me at all – in fact I truly appreciate it and I truly appreciate you writing ace-friendly fics to begin with, even if it's by coincidence!

Although... Personally unfortunately I've checked out of reading fics a long time ago because I couldn't bear with the issues anymore, so I have very bad knowledge of the tagging game and my advice would be pretty bleh TwT The only thing I can think of is maybe a "No sex" tag and even then I'm sure there's way better alternatives.

So... I feel like I do this way too often, but if anyone sees this and would like to share suggestions in the replies or reblogs, that would be most helpful!!

Either way, thank you so much anon, and very sorry for replying so late!!

[elisalsaa]

Fire & Starlight: Forbidden Forest Tricks

This is technically the next chapter in my Seb x Elisa fanfic...but idk I had fun writing it, so I'm gonna throw it here too before I put it on Wattpad and Ao3! Silly, not so serious adventure with Elisa, Seb, and Ominis in the Forbidden Forest :)) Enjoy? It won't let me indent the first few paragraphs sorry idk how to format on here !!

Fic below the line!

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“I still say that this does not feel right. This toy we are seeking is a lie. What exactly did the woman say to you, again?” Ominis asked Elisa. They were trekking through the Forbidden Forest with Sebastian, after a strange woman approached Elisa to ask a request, which she, as always, accepted.

“Um, she approached me when you two went to use the restroom in Hogsmeade…she said her son lost a very special toy that his late father gave him somewhere around this area.” Elisa replied. “Admittedly I feel a little odd about it myself, but what if that poor little boy is truly missing the only thing he has left of his father?” She said, frowning. “Right?”

“It’s at least worth a look; it’s not like we haven’t been through worse before.” Sebastian offered. Although he was not particularly trusting of the woman’s words himself, he knew Elisa had a soft spot for kids and really anyone with an emotional story, for that matter, and would go in by herself haphazardly if he did not join. 

As they walked further into the forest, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. The forest was certainly not unchartered territory at this point, but despite the woman’s pleas, Ominis just knew this was not right. He naturally was a little more suspicious of others, but this seemed particularly off.

                  As they walked following the directions provided to them by the stranger on a little map that was messily marked, Elisa stopped dead in her tracks, causing Ominis to bump into her. “Merlin, why the sudden stop?”

                  Elisa began turning the map around, narrowing her eyes to it as a nervous smile crept upon her lips which appeared to be from a feeling of embarrassment.

                  “What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked, leaning over her to look at the map in her hands. 

                  “Please, don’t hate me—” she pleaded, flashing a pitiful attempt at a smile.

                  “What?”

                  “I got my east and west confused…” she quietly spoke. “Funny thing is, we are going the wrong way. Isn’t that…hilarious?”

The boys went silent for just a moment.

                  Ominis almost blew a gasket.

                  And with that, Sebastian was now leading the way. He mentally noted to not entrust her with Herbology or directions ever again.

                  They reached their destination and there, shockingly, was no toy to be found. And to top it off, the area was crawling with spiders and nests and of course, an Acromantula guarding the area.

                  “Because every responsible mother lets her toddler play near Acromantula nests.” Ominis mumbled, still in disbelief that he didn’t just go back to the castle instead. But he couldn’t leave these two buffoons here in good conscience, either. 

                  “Why is it that I always have to fight spiders when we venture somewhere?” Sebastian asked Elisa, drawing his wand.

                  Elisa drew hers out and began to cast spells against the spider. “I don’t know, Seb, maybe we just need to thread more carefully?”

                  “Merlin, darling, that was worse than any bad joke I have ever said.”

                  “J-Just shut up, I was trying to lighten the mood,” She pleaded as the three of them worked to take the Acromantula down.

                  As it collapsed, they relaxed their postures and Elisa let out a sigh. She opened her mouth to apologize to the boys for being too quick to trust, but closed it shut and suddenly they all turned their heads to the sound of leaves frantically crunching—someone was running away with what looked to be a vial of something. 

Acromantula venom. They must have been using a disillusionment charm to grab it as soon as the beast fell. The venom was highly valuable, which meant that the woman Elisa spoke to was likely looking to prey on a particularly innocent looking Hogwarts student such as herself to send in as a distraction while the conspirator collected his little treasure. Elisa was the perfect target, too—she often walked around, assuming there was no clear danger surrounding her, looking like her head was in the clouds or just looking so effervescent. She just looked like the type of person that would fall for a fake sad story—and unfortunately, she wa exactly that.

                  “Hey!” Elisa yelled in the direction of the figure, suddenly dashing off toward them. 

                  “What-No-Don’t—” Sebastian tried to stop her, but she was already too far away. “Shit, come on, Ominis. It seems we were just used for profit—looks like a swindler just wanted some of the valuable venom from our opponent.”

                  As Elisa followed the path of the figure, it seemed to be growing darker and darker, as if the person who ran had somehow cast out the remaining sun that was just setting in the sky.  

                  “Lumos!” She said, her wand illuminating the area as the boys caught up. “Merlin, this is creepy.” She hesitated before adding with a nervous laugh. “Have I ever told you guys I’m afraid of the dark?”

                  Sebastian halted. He had a quick memory flash of their fifth year, where the two of them became trapped in a cave that was pitch dark, and she cried because a beetle crawled up her leg. He laughed at the memory just quietly enough for himself, remembering how funny she looked when he finally was able to cast a light. It was the first time he had seen her cry, but it was hilarious. He kept that memory to himself for now, though. 

                  Ominis raised a brow, his lips curving into a sly smirk. “You mean to tell me you willingly followed a stranger’s sob story into the Forbidden Forest while being afraid of the dark?”

                  Elisa’s face flushed as she tightened her grip on her wand. “Well, yeah. I wasn’t just planning to leave that poor woman’s kid without his precious, but apparently non-existent, keepsake of his father,” she defended. “Although, I’m terribly sorry that you guys got dragged into this. I should have been more skeptical.” 

                  Sebastian’s expression softened, his face melting into something more tender. He knew she had good intentions, so he was far from upset. Part of him enjoyed the thrill of it all, anyhow. “You really are something, you know that? Certainly made things more entertaining.”

                  She shrugged. “I still feel bad. Besides—” Before she could finish her sentence, her foot caught on a stray branch, and she stumbled forward with a yelp, the light from her wand flailing wildly. Before she could face-plant into the dirt, thankfully, a strong hand wrapped around her torso, steadying her.

                  Sebastian held her firmly, his grip secure. “Maybe none of us should be going ahead anymore, huh?” he teased, his voice low and playful as he shifted her back up to her feet.

                  Elisa looked up at him. Were his arms always so sturdy? She swallowed hard as she felt her heart thumping at the thought. “Y-Yeah… probably a good idea.”

                  Ominis kept close, following the sound of their steps. “Look, I forgive you this time, but if someone approaches you like this again, I beg you to consult with us before you hastily agree.” 

                  Elisa felt a wave of relief wash over her to know she had been forgiven for her impulsiveness. “I will, I promise!”

                  The trio kept walking forward, faintly illuminated by their wands. But something was yet again very off. It was almost as if their path was narrowing—significantly, at that. 

                  Sebastian’s shoulders grazed the rough bark of the trees as they walked, forcing him to shuffle sideways. As he moved, his chest brushed against Elisa’s back as she shuffled the same way, and his hands instinctively went to her waist to steady himself. He cursed himself, why was that his instant reaction? But she didn’t protest, even as it felt like they were squeezing closer and closer with each step, Ominis carefully behind them. The only problem was that Sebastian could feel her, every inch of her pressed against him now as he maneuvered through the tight space. His mind went blank, heat rushing to his face as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. It didn’t help that she was completely oblivious to his predicament, chattering on about the swindler and how cruel it was to trick a student.

                  His fingers flexed slightly against her waist, and he almost cursed aloud. Focus, Sebastian. Focus. he thought, trying to redirect where his mind was going.

                  Elisa turned her head just enough to glance at him, her face so close he could feel her breath. She smiled, completely unfazed. “Rather tight, huh?”

                  Right. Yes. That is exactly a sentence that helped him redirect his thoughts. Absolutely. No way in hell was this real.

                  “Careful,” Ominis called from behind. “It seems they led us this way on purpose to slow us down.”

                  But all Sebastian could focus on was what was in front of him. He felt it—something pressed against him. Something warm, something soft, and unmistakably perky. He turned his gaze up sharply, trying to avoid panicking. “Uh, Elisa—”

                  “Hm?” she hummed, shifting her body ever so slightly, causing her ass to press further into him as the sweet smell of her strawberry shampoo graced his senses, which did not help.

                  Oh, no no no, keep moving, keep moving! he thought, for if she stayed there for just a moment longer, he was sure she would feel exactly what this positioning was doing to him. “U-Uh,” his voice cracked just a little. “N-Nothing, just keep moving!”

                  Finally, she managed to squeeze through the last of the gap and hopped out, her hair bouncing as she landed gracefully on the other side. Her brows furrowed in concern when she saw him. “Seb? Are you quite alright?”

                  “Fine!” he choked, clearing his throat. “Just… uh, making sure Ominis gets through safely. Yes.” Although guiding Ominis through the passage proved to be even more challenging than it should have been. His focus was shot. He carefully guided Ominis toward him. “Alright, just keep moving straight… yeah, just like that.” He said as he successfully managed them both out on the other side.

                  Ominis paused, frowning. “Your voice is shaking. What’s wrong with you?”

                  Sebastian winced, his cheeks burning. “Nothing. Just trying to hurry up before that thief gets too far.” He said with a strained and forced laugh.

                  Ominis huffed. “You’re an awful liar, but I feel like I would rather not ask.”

                  Sebastian opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by Elisa’s cheerful voice. “Come on, you two! I think the tracks go this way!”                  

The disgruntled trio were about ready to find a way out, beginning to feel less confident that they would be able to catch up to the swindler. Before anyone could make the suggestion that lingered on all of their minds, however, there was a shift in the air—a sudden pulse of magic rippled through the forest, like the ground itself had exhaled. The path beneath Elisa’s feet twisted. 

And then—nothing.

Elisa spun around, looking around the forest. It was still very dark, but she was now split from the boys. “Seb? Ominis?” She called out, hoping and praying she would hear one of them—but nothing besides the sound of the trees resounded in her ears.

They had been separated, a thick dark fog enveloping the area now. Elisa swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm as she turned in slow circles, scanning the trees. Her heartbeat was a steady drum against her ribs, but she kept her breathing even and stayed diligent. Yet beneath her composure, anxiety coiled tight in her chest. It’s fine, everything is going to be fine, you have faced worse. She thought to herself. She knew now for sure that she had been too careless, and it was threatening to gnaw at her. Maybe if she wasn’t always so eager to agree to every request she received, maybe they wouldn’t be separated now. Maybe she would have been a better friend as she worried she put them in danger, and maybe she wouldn’t be alone right now. Her thoughts spiraled despite her attempt to not let the eeriness of the forest bother her. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides before she curled them into fists, determined above all else to find her best friends.

A voice broke her thoughts. “Elisa? Did I hear you over here?”

Ominis.

The second she heard his voice, the tension in her chest snapped, the flood of anxiety nearly vanishing in an instant. Relief crashed over her.              “Ominis!” Elisa shouted, almost sprinting at her friend once he came into clearer sight. “There you are, is Sebastian with you?”

“No, I am sure we will find him soon though,” He replied before there was a loud shifting sound erupting from the bushes. Elisa jumped at the sound, still on edge from being separated, and instinctively clung to Ominis’ arm, holding on for dear life. Her heart was still pounding, but Ominis stood steady, his posture upright as he tilted his head, listening to the surroundings with unnerving precision. “It’s nothing, you are just on edge.”

                  She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her voice small. “Ah, I am so relieved. It was frightening getting split from you two, I was worried about you boys.” She laughed.

                  Ominis’ expression softened, the usual sharpness in his features easing as he felt her muscles relax. He sighed but had the slightest upward quirk of his lips.  “You are alright, Elisa. I am here and I am okay.” His steadiness grounded her. “And I can tell you are still worried about finding Sebastian, and of course so am I, but we will find him soon.”

                  She took a deep breath, trying to match his composure, maintaining her hold on his arm to stay close and avoid any further mishaps as they began slowly walking. “I should’ve listened to you, Ominis. You said something felt off. I just… I thought the woman needed help.”

                  Ominis let out a low sigh, his lips curling into a gentle, almost fond smile. “You’re too kind for your own good, Elisa. It’s one of the things I… admire about you.” He hesitated, the last words falling quieter than the rest. “I know I get frustrated, but I also must understand that you had the best interest of a child in mind.”

                  Her eyes widened slightly, a blush dusting her cheeks as she looked at him. She smiled. “Thank you for coming with me. Even though you didn’t trust the woman’s story.”

                  He let out a soft chuckle, the sound surprisingly warm in the cold, eerie air. “I figured you’d drag Sebastian here either way. Someone had to be the voice of reason.”

                  Elisa let out a laugh, finally easing some of the tension in her shoulders. “You are a good friend to have, Ominis. Sebastian and I are very fortunate to have you.”

                  Ominis’ lips quirked into a smirk. “Oh, I know you two are, don’t worry.”

                  She laughed at this. “I’m glad you are okay.” She softly said, forcing him into a hug.

                  Ominis shook his head slightly, not being one for affection, but given the circumstances, he briefly hugged her back. “I’m glad you are okay, too, but do not get used to this.”

                  “Don’t worry, I won’t!” She chirped, finding a sense of grounding in his hug. She pulled away. “Next time a stranger approaches me and it sounds off, I will be more careful.”

                  “Elisa! Ominis!”

                  Elisa’s head snapped up, her heart lurching. “Sebastian!”

                  Ominis released her, his lips twitching with a knowing smile. “I did tell you he would be fine.”

                  Without a second thought, she took off, her feet stumbling over roots and uneven ground as she ran toward the familiar figure emerging through the fog that shrouded the forest. Sebastian barely had time to react before she crashed into him, her arms wrapped around his torso as she buried her face in his chest. He staggered back a step, his arms instinctively coming around her to steady them both. “Merlin, you would swear I was on the brink of death.” He teased as she stepped back from him. “I was going to ask if you were alright, but judging by the fact that you nearly knocked me over—"

                  “Yes, I’m alright! I found Ominis, he is okay, too.” She looked at him for a minute, suddenly realizing how close they were. She felt a rush of... shyness? It wasn’t unusual for her to hug him; but after she drunkenly fell asleep on him that night, nestled into him like she was meant to fit there—and admittedly still after their dance that she will swore was filled to the brim with heavy feeling as his hands held her waist like she was the only thing that mattered—she sometimes found herself with a thudding heart when she hugged him now. Hugging him reminded her that she was growing greedier for his touch, for his warmth, for him, which scared her a little bit.

                  Sebastian’s expression was both that of relief and of something else as he stared right back at her, but with something more intense. His gaze flickered to her lips, his breath hitching. Yet again, her warmth reminded him of their dance, and now even worse of when she fell asleep on him recently. But even worse than all of that combined, he suddenly thought of just earlier that day when they were squeezing through the gap, the feeling of her bum pressing right into his groin. He felt so dirty thinking of her like that. He felt heat rise to his face furiously as he quickly looked away before the heat spread elsewhere yet again. “I-I’m glad you’re both okay,” he stammered, his voice rough. 

                  Ominis was close behind Elisa, coming to a stop next to his friends. “Yes, well, we need to get out of here before we get roped into more magical traps. I highly doubt we will find the thief after that.”

                  Elisa nodded. “You’re right, unfortunately. But thankfully I do clearly remember the face of the woman, and I suspect I won’t be her only victim.” she said, rocking on her heels a little with a smile. “So, maybe she outdid us this time—”

                  “No, do not even think of there being a next time.” Ominis intercepted. 

                  “No, no. I just mean that I will keep an eye out for her and can deal with her directly.” Elisa corrected. “I don’t want her getting other students involved who may not be as, well, experienced, in taking down an acromantula.”

                  As they began their exit from the forest, Sebastian placed a firm hand on Elisa’s shoulder. “Stay close until we are certain where we are at.” he said to both of them, gently moving his hand off her shoulder. She felt a slight shiver run through her after as she watched him switch to walking next to Ominis. She would never admit it, but she was struggling almost as much as he was in that narrow space to keep her composure. What am I going to do? She thought, mentally shaking the thought away before she skipped a little closer to the boys, trailing right behind them now like they were her bodyguards. She laughed with them outwardly, but deep inside she wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist risking her friendship with Sebastian to tell him how she truly felt. Not when his mere touch was making her grow lecherous, and his mere presence was making her feel at home.

[ruinationz]

ao3 suspended my FUCKING account until like 10 DAYS after the tadc pilot releases :sob:...all over some stupid request posts...anyways read my writing

wowzers i wanted to write pomni x caine but made it edgy. eek! the personal traumas the humans have!!!

thx you @bambi-on-the-ps3 for the help again

(again, like on the starstruck fic i'll probably like explode you if you say gross things about this ship.)

desc from ao3:

the amazing digital circus? the amazing digital GAY.

(or: pomni loves caine, and caine loves pomni! absolutely none of pomni's unresolved past traumas from the real world are here to rain on their relationship parade, right?)

(...right?)

ok i srsly need to set these things up better uh UNDER THE CUT! WRITING:

Caine, you're being followed by the ghost of what you can't absolve.

Say, you wanna go somewhere?

So does she. Her ghost.

But she's not dead, no. She's just going through hard times.

You wanna know 'why?',

But lately...Something's hanging off of your tongue.

"...MAY I ASK YOU A QUESTION, MY DEAR?"

After what had seemed like an eternity of mustering up the courage to do so, Caine had finally managed to get a hold of Pomni just as the troupe was settling down from another one of the circus's many performances.

A soft, confused hum came from the jester in response to the words he stumbled out, almost as if she hadn't expected to be asked anything at all that night as her gaze met the ringleader's own.

"S-Sure, what do you need...?" She replied, the corners of her mouth turning up into that usual timid smile that nearly made his heart melt in his chest.

The ringleader hesitated for a moment, wringing the staff in his hand as he took the time to gather his words together, before looking Pomni in the eyes and asking:

"...IS...IS ANYTHING...WRONG, MY DEAR?"

The eager curiosity in Pomni's eyes dulled into realization, and Caine watched the jester cast her gaze to the floor as the smile faded from her face, an uneasy silence filling the room.

...

"...It...It's nothing, Caine. I'm okay, really." She finally muttered a reply after a second or two, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone as she bit her bottom lip and continued to look away from him.

He would have frowned at her response if he was physically able to.

'It's nothing'? Oh, don't play these games, my dear...

Pomni, please, just let me help you...

I know that there's been something upsetting you. All I want you to be is happy...

Why is she hiding all of this from me? What else does she have hidden? Have I not been doing enough? How long will she keep this up for? For goodness' sake, I'd rather see her upset than acting like this...!

...

...No, that's a nasty thought, and you know it.

Focus, Caine. Just continue to be there for her.

...

...Is it me who's been bothering her?...

No, it can't be me. All I need to do is let Pomni know that it's alright to talk to me. That I'm always available to be her shoulder to cry on. That she can be vulnerable with me.

...

...Just as I have been vulnerable with her...

Pomni...I want to help you...

I really do...

He gave a sigh as he closed his eyes and shook his head, loosening the grip on his staff.

...Perhaps it would be best to not pressure her into it.

...

"...I-I'm sorry if I...w-worried you-"

"NO, NO, NO! NOT AT ALL!" Caine's thoughts came to a halt as he quickly snapped his head up to reassure Pomni, waving his hands back and forth.

"PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T FEEL BAD, MY DEAR...IT'S FINE, IT TRULY IS."

"...YOU KNOW..." He began to change the topic, switching his staff to his left hand as he reached out to gently place the other on the side of Pomni's face.

"WE HAVE PLENTY OF TIME UNTIL THE NEXT ACT, SO...WHY NOT DO SOMETHING NICE TOGETHER?"

He tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes in an expression that made up for his inability to properly smile. "YOU KNOW, TO CHEER YOU UP?"

...

Pomni's worried expression seemed to soften as a smile returned to her face, and Caine felt the temperature of the jester's face grow ever so slightly warmer as she reached her own hand up to rest it on his.

"...Yeah...We could do that."