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#'Understand that friends come and go but for the precious few you should hold on'
coupsjin · 7 months
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╰┈➤ bf!joshua x (student) afab reader
╰┈➤ after a dramatic family dinner with joshua and your parents, he comforts you at home
╰┈➤ warnings: parental issues, angst (not with josh), pet name, lmk if i should add any more!
a/n: the fact that my chest PHSYICALLY hurt when writing this omg. this was so comforting to me bc of recent academic stress. i hope it can be some kind of comfort to you too - don't give up :)
wc: <1k
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you sigh. "why can't you just understand!?" you yell, infuriated at your parents.
you had recently enrolled in college, originally studying business administration. after going to class for a few months, you found yourself falling out of love of the fantasy of owning your own business. you wanted to switch majors, taking a gap year to really explore yourself and decide what you want to dedicate your life to. this was the first time brining it up with your parents.
they clearly opposed the idea. you never had the best relationship with your parents, but you still thought it was right to visit once in a while. and this day, joshua was accompanying you.
"although it's good to know yourself better... this is still not right." your father sternly says, staring into your burning eyes.
"when have you ever cared about my future, dad?! really, tell me when. because the last time i remember, you were trying your absolute best to get me out of the house." you were crying now, streams of hot anger burning down your cheeks.
joshua tightly grips your hand, rubbing your palm with his thumb.
"don't cry, baby. you just do what you want, okay?" he whispers, catching the attention of your mother.
"do what she wants?! i can tolerate you, y/n, but not your moron of a boyfriend who only knows how to sing." your mother says while glaring at joshua, who stares at her back with calm but heartbroken eyes.
that was when she crossed the line. she could say all she wanted about you, saying how you were a failure and you can't commit yourself to something - but not joshua. he was the one thing keeping you going, comforting you on nights where you just wanted to give up everything. crying on his shoulder while him having his hand rub your tired back was your only beam of support. you had lost the support of your friends, and now your family.
"what the HELL is your problem, mom?!" you screamed, echoing in the large dining room. you put down your fork, "your only daughter isn't happy. doesn't that mean anything to you? i work day and night for a degree i don't even want. i work sleepless nights for professors i don't even l-"
"you are not my daughter anymore."
you stare at your mother, a tear dropping out of your eye. you felt as though a knife was stabbed through your chest, six words you never would've thought to hear.
joshua was now concerned. you were now frantically sobbing, trying to take in precious air between your long sobs.
"come on, we're going home." he grabs your arm, leading your shaking body off your chair. "thank you for the dinner."
no matter how mad he was at your parents, he at least needed to be polite. he held your shaking shoulders, leading you out of the house and into his car. he starts driving fast, his heart physically hurting every sob he heard leave your mouth.
"baby... are you ready to talk about it?" he asked after your sobs had died down into a cry.
"n.. no" you say, the first syllable getting separated by a hiccup. "i just want... to go home."
"okay honey, take your time. let's talk about it while i'm holding you at home, okay?" he glances at you often, wanting to kiss your swollen red eyes. his hands don't leave you, softly squeezing your thighs or holding your still-shaking hands.
when you arrive home, you immediately collapse on the floor. face buried in your tear stained hands, your muffled sobs surprised shua who is still outside at the car. he rushes to you, leaving his car door open. he rushes to your side, closing the door behind him and kneeling in front of you. he moves you to the wall so you can have something to lean on. he takes your shaking hands in his, tearing up.
"i'm here now, shh" a tear rolls down his face, frustrated that this is happening to you, his entire world. he pulls himself together, leading you through deep breaths.
"breath in," he takes a deep breath, and you copy him to the best of your abilities. you're still shaking, but looking into his eyes while breathing made you feel a little better.
"i'm sorry for dragging you in like this, i never thought it would get this bad i-"
"don't. nothing is your fault. you hear me?"
you feel another wave of tears approaching. but instead of burying your face in your hands, you bury your body into his. he catches you, kissing the top of your head while reassuring you until your shakes stopped. after a while you pull away:
"are you a little better now?" he asks, still looking at you with concerned eyes.
"yes," you reply, your voice still a little shaky. "thank you, shua."
he carries you to his bedroom, spending the rest of the night talking and watching your favourite movie.
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eddieismissing · 2 years
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fangs. part one. return from the upside down. // steddie x reader
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part two. || part three. || part four.
plot: eddie wasn’t dead. he could never leave his girl to face the world without him, he would do anything to make sure you were okay … even if he was a little bit different. 
pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings : 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, dark content, this part is just story building, angst, fluff, eventual smut (pt2), rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent. poly relationship.
a/n: this chapter is mostly slow burn & plot to define my headcanons and the steddie dynamic!! im happy with how it came out :) enjoy.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed.
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eddie’s light headed but he slowly comes to. steve was the last person he remembers having a conversation with. he yells out his name.
‘s— s-steve!!! fucking hell…’ he gasped and grabbed his sides.
his shirt was damp. lifting his hand closer to his face, eddie’s eyes grew wide staring at his hand covered in blood. there was so much of it. he looked down at himself to somehow better understand the damage. his hellfire shirt he would always let you borrow was ruined. torn to almost shreds, drenched in blood, and covered in dirt stains from the upside down. he froze. the upside down. he was still in this awful place. alone.
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steve was sat in his room holding his phone. contemplating a phone call. he trembled while taking a few deep breaths. remembering the events that had taken place just a few days ago. steve had lost his best friend. tears pooled in his eyes. anxiety riddled his chest. he couldn’t imagine what you were going though. he diverted his gaze to his office chair that sat in his room next to his desk. avoiding the tears that were close to falling down his cheeks. eddie’s DIO vest was sat on the back of the chair. he had given it to steve after he sustained a few injuries to his sides. well, and eddie wasn’t really here to take it back either. steve finally pushed the dial button listening to the ringing tone in his ear.
 ‘please don’t be mad at me…’ he worried.
the phone rang suddenly. you jumped out of your skin as you reached for it knowing damn well that no one should be calling you after ten. especially while you were dealing with the loss of your boyfriend. your precious boy. he was gone. tears grew around the corners of your eyes again as you were reminded. grief overtook your existence now. every waking moment. you sniffled and cleared your throat to pick up the phone. your voice was more hoarse than you expected. like you had just overcome a head cold.
‘hello??’ the line was quiet on the other end.
‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.
you gripped the line of the phone thinking one of those basketball mouthbreathers were playing another sick prank on you.
‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.
steve spoke on the other line, what came next was fast and jumbled. it was a trait he developed himself while hanging out with robin in his downtime.
‘i am so sorry to call you so late, i know, but I just really needed to reach out to you and make sure you’re okay. something feels off, i know you’re still dealing with stuff. i’m still dealing with stuff too! i just know eddie would’ve wanted me to make sure you’re taken care of. he asked me before he..’
a pause. neither of you meddled on it. ignoring steve’s comment to the best of your ability.
‘… just understand. i made it out of the upside down to take care of you.’
another pause. this one was much more awkward.
‘… for eddie of course. for him.’ he finally finished.
steve takes a deep breath. hoping that he didn’t confess anything to serious or make things awkward. you were so important to him. he wont admit it —ego was to frail to take a blow like that— but he was really glad you pick up his call. before he could form anymore coherent thoughts you started to laugh. roaring laughter sounded from the other end of his line. really, you were a mess of emotion. what steve confessed stuck out to you. you’ve been unable to deal with your grief by yourself. they were right to look after you. eddie was right to send steve to your rescue. how did he do it? somehow your sweet and selfless freak was still checking up on you. even from the after life. tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you chuckled.
‘steve, thank you.’ was all you could manage.
you both paused. not sure what to say next. it remained quiet on both ends for a bit. both of you were lost in thought about memories the two of you shared with eddie, and eachother. the three of you had grown quite close as you took on new adventures with the kids and the rest of the teens. that’s precisely why you were in this situation. you tried not to point the blame at anyone or get lost in your head. instead you spoke softly to steve,
‘i know how close you were becoming with eddie.’ your voice was drained.
this you knew was true. steve and eddie had always hated each other throughout highschool. just two weeks ago before you found yourself wrapped up in this ‘cult of vecna’ shit. eddies opinion on steve woulve been harsh. now? you’d definitely like to hear what eddie had to say about the ‘king of hawkins high’ himself. you both started hanging out with nancy, robin, a fun group of kids steve babysat, and steve more frequently. this made you all grow closer, quite fast. maybe that changed eddie’s opinion. that was something you knew you’d never have the answer for. before the week that changed your lives occurred, the metalhead often went on tangents telling you how much of an ass steve seemed to be. he had rich parents, was a snob, and could have anyone he pleased. you thought maybe eddie was jealous of steve, but really why would he be. you. his most prized possession. you were eddie’s girl. steve could admit he was always envious of this fact, but in this new blooming friendship mixed with the feelings he had previously had for you, a feeling filled his chest with warmth. steve couldn’t tell who he was more envious of. was it eddie? or was it you? he always shook it off. decided he was just lovesick and wanted to experience the puppy love you both shared. yeah, he was dealing with a lot himself. steve bit his finger to keep it from dancing across his lips as you spoke.
‘he was always so jealous of you, steve. he didn’t mean it though … id hope, for your sake.’ you let out a small giggle to hide the crack in your voice.
‘..im so glad you were there with him in his last moments.’ you said.
he winced before sighing deeply. remembering eddie passing in his arms. steve was the only one who went to check on eddie when he didn’t come back through to the overworld. yeah, they had a love hate relationship, but steve really was closer with eddie. they were trauma bonded after all. small talk often slipped into full extravagant conversations as your group of friends took over hawkins. they figured if they had the same taste in women, maybe they had more things in common too. they were inseparable almost immediately. when eddie went missing, something in steve snapped. he traversed the upside down alone looking for the cowardly man. steve hoped to find him in one piece, but sadly he faced the worst. he rushed to aid eddie in anyway he could. holding him in his arms. steve knew that eddie was a main source of happiness for you, and he understood now. eddie wasn’t what he seemed. he was a bubbly ray of sunshine. sure, he definitely looked like a mean biker that would walk into a bar and pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. that aside, he really was just navigating the game of life as best he could. he possessed wild, loving, kind, and heartfelt emotions. they shared stories, and steve watched how you kissed eddie’s cheeks, or held his sides when you tugged on him wanting attention. steve loved watching the two of you shamelessly grope each other. it was a guilty pleasure for him. he wanted nothing more than to reunite the two of you. sadly, that would never happen. his lights flickered again as he thought back to the traumatic situation. he spoke over the phone in a sadder tone now,
‘yeah, of course. he was a good guy. just let me know if you need something. please. i’m always here.’ he assured.
you went to thank him and talk more about the love you shared for the sweet boy you both adored, but the dial tone sounded in your ear. the conversation seemed to be cut short as the line died.
‘steve? hello?’ *silence*
nothing. you spoke but no one answered. a soft hum from the empty line filled the speaker. you shook your anxiety away as you closed your eyes. laying the phone on your chest you took a deep breathe. the rest of the strength you possessed was used when you put the phone back on the bedside table next to your favorite stuffed bear. one eye, and a cute white shirt on. you rolled back over into bed you looked down at your necklace and held the charm in your palm. it was your favorite locket. you opened it to view the photo inside. it was a photo of eddie that you had taken when he was sat on your bed after he climbed through the window on evening. pure eddie fashion. you kissed the photo goodnight and went to bed. a deep, stressful sigh filled your lungs. nervousness grew in your chest thinking back to the phone call. why did he hangup so suddenly? you avoided the unease and rolled over to get comfortable. steve would be okay. surely. he always was.
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steve had a dumb look on his face as he heard the dial tone loudly in his right ear. his lights still flickering as he sat the phone down. he looked even more confused as he realized the lights illuminating his stripped walls were flashing on and off in some sort of pattern. he had seen one of the kids do it before.
‘...maybe it was henderson…? no, no, it was definitely sinclair…?’
the clueless boy he spoke out loud. he whispered to himself often. it made him feel less crazy. he also thought it helped him think better. standing up now off his bed he studied the lights.
‘S.O.S.’
still not understanding he focused his eyes on the lights and tapped his fingers against his tight jeans, he mocked the pattern.
‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.
his dark eye’s were glowing from the light that bounced off the lamp shade. steve remembered eddie mentioning to nancy how he knew only ‘S.O.S.’ in morse code. nancy just scoffing and staring at him in pure judgment. steve thinks back to the memory.
‘that counts, right?’ eddie said with uncertainty.
those were some of eddie’s last words. if only they knew. maybe the group could’ve done something different? steve still thought his little knowledge he had on the subject was cool. the lights continued to flicker. steve jumped off his feet. still in his pjs. he rushed around his rooms looking for his key items. he threw a yellow sweatshirt over his old crop top he wore to sleep, and threw on his pants. grabbing his keys, a flashlight, his bat, steve threw open his bedroom door. walking swiftly out of his room before turning and grabbing one last thing. he picked up the cloth that laid on the chair next to his desk. eddie’s battle vest. with determination filling his chest. he sighed and spoke to himself,
‘this better be you, man.’ he ran out of the room.
steve jumped in his car and headed towards the forest that surrounded his friends old trailer, the last place he had seen his friend.
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eddie carelessly walked around the upside down, fearing nothing. the large trees danced over him, threatening him with their presence. his nerves caused him to drift off his path he had followed for the past hour. he walked down a street that seemed familiar now, accidentally stumbling upon harrington’s house.
‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.
he thought back to all the times he wasn’t invited to the parties steve would host because he was the school ‘freak.’ the memories were bitter sweet. after all, steve harrington was the first person to ever call eddie his infamous nickname. now it didn’t really matter. they were more mature. eddie saw steve in a different light. however, to say it didn’t sting was unreasonable. in eddie’s defense, he was really trying to look past all those times in highschool the ‘king’ had shoved him into his locker, made a snarky comment about his interest, took his lunch, or even tried to get with his crush. he was totally trying to see steve in a different light. ‘freak’ still hurt, but eddie learned to love it. that nickname slowly manifested into something more. it turned him into who he was today. sometimes, he would even ask you to moan it back into his mouth as he kissed you. wish steve knew that.
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eddie gets lost in another thought thinking of you. god, he really fucking missed you. two days without you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. he remembers a time during his first senior year. eddie watched you from the street in his van. steve threw a pool party every year and made sure you were on the guestlist. always. just to piss him off. he was sure of it. this one was to celebrate graduation. you were a junior but steve adored you so of course you and a few other junior girls were invited. it didn’t matter that eddie wasn’t graduating, he was glad he got held back so he had more time with you. he felt jealousy bubble up in his chest instantly. watching steve snake his arms around your waist in that tiny swimsuit was torture. he tried to pull his eyes away, honestly. but he was totally entranced by you. he watched steve hold you down before forcing you into the ice cold pool. you were playing in that dipshits pool.
‘oh jesus h christ’ eddie mumbled from the safety of his van.
you were such a flirt with all the guests. eddie was lost in his daydream. you had no idea what you were doing to him. you had no idea that eddie was watching you. your body looked amazing in that skimpy black swimsuit. it was a little too small since you hadn’t bought one since sophomore year. the two boys devoured you with their eyes. eddie cursed steve for being the one was able to gaze at you up close.
if eddie were in his shoes he would’ve made up some excuse to be a pervert. he even would’ve accidentally pulled the top string of your top so you would have to grab your chest and complain about needing a helping hand to tie it back. water dripped down your body as you wrapped yourself in a towel. eddie knew you were inexperienced, and a little careless around men. not knowing fully what they were thinking or even capable of. that drove him even crazier. drove steve crazy too. they both watched you, eddie a couple yards away and steve a few feet. eddie’s chest got hot and tight while watching harrington adjust his pants as you walked up to him sitting in a lawn chair.
‘i think im gonna head out, stevie.’ you said.
‘oh princess! leaving so soon? c’mon we could have another drink?’ he pointed to his cooler.
steve grabbed another beer before biting the can with his teeth. he shotgunned the can. hoping to impress you. a giggle left your throat and he smiled lighting a cigarette for his succession. eddie rolled his eyes. you continued to say your goodbyes to steve and went inside. leaving eddie’s sight. you went to gather your clothes so you could change out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable. eddie started his van up knowing you would soon be walking out of the front door. steve’s big fancy entryway being hard to miss from where he was parked. he wanted to make sure you, of all people, didn't think he was some loser. watching you was maybe freak behavior but he loved you. obsessed with you since freshman year when you passed a note to him mentioning how you supported his efforts in starting a club. hellfire. which, for a fact, was doing very well. secondly. this meant that he liked you longer than stupid dipshit harrington. yet, he knew that if you caught him it would take even more effort to make you his. because why would someone as pretty and sweet as you ever really like the freak? especially when steve, your perfect boy next door, was begging for your attention any chance he got.
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eddie walked through the woods around steves house while thinking of you. completely lost in thought. he was woken up from his day dream as he bit his lip. a sharp pain. something wet and warm was dripping down his chin. blood. he moved his hand up to his lip he had just bit and realized he must’ve pierced himself with his teeth,
‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.
he stuck his tongue against his pearls realizing they were sharper than before. as eddie was investigating his own mouth he heard a twig snap behind him. he wasn’t fearful or scared of the upside down anymore, he felt comfortable. however, this didn’t change his cowardly personality. hearing the sudden noise he decided to head towards steve’s house. 
the upside down made steve’s house look different. it was gross, colorless, and slimy. it’s appearance was somehow more revolting to him now than when he would drive past steve’s block before school. he opened the door and proceeded to walk up the stairs to find steve’s room. deciding he was going to snoop around in his new friend’s room while he had the chance. he dug through drawers, looked under his bed, through his desk and went through his closet only finding a few things that sparked his interest. condoms, cute crop tops steve must’ve worn to bed, a tasteful but not kinky playboy mag, and an abba cassette tape. eddie groans at the thought of steve being vanilla and gentle with his girls. is that's why steve never had a chance with you? eddie thought to himself. if he had the chance, he wanted to exchange sex stories with steve. eddie huffed at the thought. maybe steve could teach him a few things? doubt it. sprawling out on steve’s bed. eddie always wanted to take you in front of steve. would he want to watch? he stared at the wall and got lost in his dirty thoughts. eddie’s eyes grew sore from looking at steve’s ugly stripped wallpaper. he picked up the playboy magazine that was in his possession. he turned the pages, some stuck together.
‘gross harrington, couldn't even grab a tissue?’ he said to himself.
he found a model that resembled you covered in traces of steve. eddie chuckled realizing he must’ve frequented this page. his urge to tell steve about his sex stories with you increased. oversharing was one of eddie’s favorite things to do. it brought him comfort. the idea of sharing dirty stories with steve fueled him. watching steve be jealous while he adjusted his pants. that was a serious slice of karma. the thought made eddie’s cock stiffen against his tight black ripped jeans. eddie kept his composure, but he could admit he was hungry for you. to him, it felt like he hadn’t had the chance to use you for years. he took his time looking at the girls in the magazine. wishing he had kept an old polarid of your naked body in a revealing pose in his wallet. he’d remind you to strip down so he could take one for him when you reunited. that’s if, he ever sees you again. he shook those negative thoughts out of his head. getting bored very quickly, and threw the mag somewhere into the room. it hit the lamp that was next to steve’s desk. eddie looked curiously at the lamp. he remembered the time that henderson, one of his hellfire members, mentioned the story of will byers. dustin explained over and over how eddie would’ve loved will. he was a kid at heart and still loved playing D&D as often as they could. he moved to california, for different reasons. dustin explained further,
‘will was so smart, he thinks on his feet! he totally learned how to communicate in the upside down with lights to get his mom's attention!’ he said.
eddie moved closer to the lamp and began turning it on and off again.
‘S.O.S.’
this continued for a few more minutes before eddie decided to walk back to his trailer. he knew that if his message got through to steve that he would be headed there next. 
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fingers tensed as steve gripped his steering wheel. he was looking at eddie’s porch. his headlights were illuminating the door and side of eddie’s trailer. inside his head he tried to keep his composure. terrified of what may be lurking inside the now abandoned trailer. taking a deep breath, steve turned off his car. shook out his nerves one more time before slowly walking up the stairs. he opened the door to the dark trailer. it was quiet. he walked towards the hole in the ceiling that looked into the nightmarishly dimension. bending his neck he glanced into the other side. steve stood in shock. steve’s neck being extended out made his throat sore as he gulped. his jaw tensed. he was looking into the darkness of the upside down and there he was. eddie “freak” munson. banishment was his fait steve thought. how was he here now? the clearly injured eddie sat crisscrossed. he seemed calm. staring down at steve from the hole in the middle of his trailer’s living room.
‘e..eddie?’
steve shook his head thinking he was dreaming. he couldn’t believe his eyes. heart racing and palms sweaty. anxiety filled his chest. how was this possible? first ‘zombie-boy’ and now … his bestfriend was in front of him again. clear as day.
‘there’s my big boy.’ eddie said with a shit eating grin.
his teeth sparkled a bright white, bearing sharper teeth. steve made a note of this though his confusion. curiosity riddled his brain.
‘i was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come save me!’ eddie chuckled carelessly.
steve was so excited to see his best friend again. shaking off any thoughts of unease. he didn't even hesitate to grab the tied together clothes left on his side of the world. that was the way they traversed through the dimensions, but eddie had thrown it to dustin carelessly before his last moments. steve threw it upwards at the roof of the homey trailer. excitement struck steve like a little puppy. he wanted to tell eddie so much. sure, it had only been two days, but he desperately needed a hug. steve knew his next moves. pulling him in for a aggressive hug and then punching the shit out of his arm. steve would laugh as eddie winced at the pain and he would grunt out a soft,
‘what the fuck, dude!’
his eyes glossed over thinking about the moment that was seconds away from becoming a reality. he couldn’t believe eddie was back. it choked him up a bit.
‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.
steve was hollering at the curly haired boy. eddie caught the rags and tugged. the rope was suspended in between the two dimensions, like before. steve rushed towards eddies room. he planned to grab a mattress to ensure a safe landing. however, as soon as steve turned away he heard a loud thud. eddie had an increased sense of balance. already free from the upside down and standing now on his two feet in front of steve. he was covered in blood and dirt, he looked like shit. hot shit. but still shit. eddie’s shirt barely clung to his body. he had cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his pale chest. a few hickies lined his v line and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. steve knew that was you who left those love bites. a demobat wouldn’t be that gentle.
steve’s eyes traversed eddie’s body and held his breath. the view was strangely erotic. why was he so turned on? was it his grief mixed with his dumb man brain? maybe it was just that time of the night. yeah, he was a bit on the confused side for sure. dealing with the backs and fourths of his closeted mind.  he was used to traditional love. the feelings scared him. who would’ve though steve would ever have a crush on a man? especially towards his best friend. steve blushed while taking off eddie’s vest. he tossed it towards him and a smile grew on his lips. remembering the moment they shared just a few days ago. steve spoke suddenly,
‘for your modesty, dude.’ they both giggled.
eddie paused, having an evil grin adorn his face. he did really miss steve. removing his mangled hellfire shirt he spoke,
‘what? you don't think my girl would still wanna wear my shirt?’
steve laughed, and through the chuckles said, ‘covered in nasty shit and your blood? absolutely not.’
eddie put his vest over his bare chest. he looked steve directly in his eyes, and began with,
‘oh you have no idea what we get up to… do you harrington?’ steve stiffened at eddies words.
eddie continued, ‘i saw your house while i was traversing around in there, decided to snoop. found a cute magazine. i would've kept it if my favorite page wasn’t ruined.’ he hissed.
his brows were furrowed at steve. he was being sure to let steve know he would never let him touch you. not without his permission. he was so possessive over you. seeing steve’s dirty magazines made him a little weary. he was fine with steve stealing glances when he groped you, and he loved how curious steve would get when eddie made sexual comments at you when he was around. he would watch steve squirm in his pants. maybe he would share you? ugh. he was doing it again, being a pervert and falling into dirty thoughts while he needed to be serious or real. he urged himself to come back down to eart. relief flooded over eddie. eddie really did miss steve. he couldn’t wait to embrace him with a hug and maybe chat about all that he’s missed while sharing a joint. of course, by sharing he meant smoking while steve watched. steve punched eddie in the arm and pulled him in for a hug. eddie blushed, his tough guy act was cut short.
‘shut up man.’ he teased.
steve pulled away from the hug first. pushing his hand into eddie’s chest.
‘we can talk about that mess i made on my magazines after i bring you back to her. think shes gonna fall in love with me? maybe ill get a kiss for returning her most prized possession.’
eddie let out a belly laugh, his sharp fangs being more prominent.
‘in your wet dreams, harrington.’ he jabbed.
if only eddie knew how many times you had been running through steve’s head late at night. maybe he would take that joke back. eddie just laughed though. it didn’t sound like he was being serious but still eddie’s mind wandered. he needed a cold shower. walking toward the back of the trailer eddie made his way to the bathroom. deciding he had to be in good shape before he surprised you with his escape from death. they planned to head to your house after he cleaned himself up. steve sat on his couch, leaning his head back. he pictures the hickies he saw on eddie’s hips. the image of you sucking deeply into the pale tender skin of his bestfriend consumed him.
‘wait, why was he looking at my porn stash..?’ steve thought out loud again.
he rolled his head back wondering if eddie was going to jerk off in his bed. his hands slapped over his face as he brushed the dirty confusing thoughts away and instead tried to imagine everything that the two of you might get up to when he’s not around. lost in thought as he laid his head back against the soft couch. dirty thoughts of you and eddie filled his mind. he so so turned on. he was so hot, bothered, and absolutely full of sexual desires. was it the phone call he just had with you? definitely that time of night. he sighed as he heard eddie turn on the shower.
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steve continues to think back through his memories of you and eddie. there’s a flashback here to the beginning of their senior year. 
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the two boys had massive crushes on you. this was the start of their hatred for each other. as soon as steve’s interest in you grew, so did eddie’s possessiveness and jealousy. and you. well, you had no idea. your clueless nature put both of them in the competitive mood. it was a fucking game to them. steve was always quick to visit your locker and sweet talk you. he loved whispering things in your ear to see you shiver. his favorite was when he watched eddie clench his fist as he pulled your hair behind your ear and got closer to your neck. that fucker. eddie burned inside each time he did that. however, eddie was convinced the preppy himbo didn’t know you like he knew you. eddie watched you. stalked you. he learned how to make you laugh between your classes, he would act like a fool, making funny faces, and loud noises to gather your attention. you and eddie hadn’t really talked other than during freshman year. passing notes when you were bored and watching him draw. that’s how you knew eddie had a caring side to him too. he was always around too. his presence was comforting. not scary in the slightest like how steve warned you. for example, one time steve’s old friend tommy slapped your ass as you walked down the hall in a skimpy skirt. eddie watched it happen. of course he did. oh, he loved that skirt on you. following you throughout the day just to have a chance to peak under it. but, after he watched another man disrespect you he almost lost his mind. he pinned tommy against a locker instantly punching the steel door next to tommy’s head.
‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.
you looked at him with scared eyes. all you could make out was his pretty rockstar curls and his side profile. it was a flash of movement and then a loud bang. he was deeply clenching his jaw. his rings sparkled as they tightened around the material of a shirt. the shirt that your perpetrator was wearing. you wouldn’t admit it but you were more startled at eddies tone and the sudden loud bang against the steel lockers. how was he always around? protecting you? you wondered. ultimately deciding to shut down the thoughts as you heard eddie mumble something, 
‘you touch her again and im going to cut your fucking fingers off. you hear me? gonna loose each of ‘em. one. by. one. never touch any ass again.’ his tone was scary.
he glanced at you but his eyes darted back to tommy as you met his gaze.
‘especially mine.’ oh he wanted to say it so bad.
but he didn’t. instead he just grunted, angrily, like he was letting out pent up emotions. tommy knew how eddie felt about you. steve had shit talked eddie a few times to him over lunch or in the locker room after basketball games. it was so obvious. someone as clueless as you should’ve even been able to tell how much eddie adored you. tommy smirked because of the embarrassment that grew on eddies redden cheeks. he could just spoil eddie’s little secret in front of you right now. tommy smirked knowing how humiliated eddie would be if his secret got out. a loser like him liked a girl like you. he grabbed the boys collar tighter. eddie was calling his bluff. distance between the two boys closed in so  he could whisper.
‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’
there was a pause from eddie, he glanced at you. making sure his words were ineligible to you.
‘and remind that dipshit, harrington to fuck off with the flirting for me? he’s getting to close to my girl. m’kay? you both know how i feel about this one.’
he turned to you and spoke smoothly, ‘you okay, sweetheart?’
you blushed and nodded with a hand over your mouth. sweetheart. eddie had always called you that. this time felt different. you tummy spun and your cheeks got really hot. that was new. really new. you never noticed how protective he was of you till this day. didn’t even really pay mind to him when you noticed him watching you in the shadows. he walked away from you confidently. he sent a sweet smile your way as he spun on his heels. steve walked down the hall towards you. they crossed paths for a moment and the sight in front of you was like out of a movie. two hot boys in a glowing in florescent light from the school hallways. they seemed to walk in slow motion and the contrast of their outside appearances was comical. eddie was like a broken mirror that promised to bring seven years of bad luck, but steve was like warm sunset that you watched while at a bonfire. as eddie passed steve he stuck his tongue out with a guttural sound leaving his throat. the brunette just rolled his eyes with a small wave as a reply to the devil child. you thought both of them were so attractive. in different ways. however, maybe you weren’t the only clueless one. neither of them knew you had more of a thing for bad boy outcasts. maybe steve could actually flirt with you but eddie was different. he peaked your interest in a way steve couldn’t. both men had their ups and downs but you wanted to know more about that boy the town called the devil. consider your intrest peaked. if only you knew eddie had been obsessing over you for years. he was tired of just watching you now though. eddie wanted to change something. he wanted to have you to himself and show you off to the world. especially after he watched you all day in that slutty black skit. you had no idea what you were doing to him. a few weeks after spying on you at steve’s pool party. that pushed him over the edge. he decided he was going to make his first move and soon, he’ll show steve.
fin.
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this is my first ever fanfic and im proud of it so far! im super new to tumblr and am just messing around while i figure out the ropes :) thank you for reading and please if you enjoyed reblog or fav! p.s. parts one - five are out now. check my masterlist!
— with love, KID!
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Hello!
I just saw your post about reqs and would like to req about your other post! The one about Dia helping Luci with Mc? If it's okay to expand it (it can be headcannons if that's easier). Gn mc is fine!
Thank you in advance! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠。⁠*⁠♡
of course!! thank you for requesting 🩶
Diavolo notices Lucifer's feelings for MC long before Lucifer does. It's pretty obvious from the way his eyes soften when he looks at MC, how he has an undeniable soft spot for MC, andhow he manages to bring them up in every conversation.
Diavolo would be delighted once Lucifer admits his growing fondness for MC – he wants to help his most trusted friend to achieve happiness with the person he loves. He encourages Lucifer to go after MC, invite them on dates, and be more open about his feelings.
Once Lucifer tells Diavolo that MC already has feelings for one of his brothers and therefore he won't pursue his relationship with MC any further, Diavolo is most disappointed. Diavolo doesn't understand why that should stop Lucifer from pursuing MC – how can they make a choice about their partner if they aren't aware of Lucifer’s feelings? At first Diavolo considers telling about Lucifer's feelings to MC himself but quickly decides against that idea. He wouldn't want to go behind Lucifer's back and betray his trust like that.
Diavolo is unable to accept Lucifer's decision. He feels as if Lucifer doesn't give himself the opportunity to be happy, to experience love. Diavolo is aware that Lucifer puts his family, his brothers, above everything else. He would do anything in his power to keep them safe. Yet, Diavolo thinks Lucifer should be selfish this once.
Diavolo tries not to intervene at first. But the more he sees Lucifer's lingering gaze on MC and the absolute heartbreak that follows whenever MC gives the same heart eyes to Lucifer's brother, the more Diavolo is itching to do something. What breaks the last of his self-control is when he and Lucifer enjoy Demonus a few bottles too much and he tells Diavolo just how deep his love runs for MC. How he sometimes has the selfish thiugh of just taking them away from his brother, to keep them to himself.
After that night Diavolo comes up with a plan, one that Barbatos isn’t too thrilled about aiding. The butler tries to advice him to not get involved, but Diavolo is determined to let Lucifer have his much earned happy ending. And so, with a little bit of magic and twist in timelines, Diavolo makes it so that MC's love story doesn't begin until they are aware of Lucifer's feelings.
His plan proves to be successful when MC and Lucifer spend more and more time together. The longing glances and flushed cheeks are no longer one-sided. Lucifer is beyond thrilled when he realizes that his feelings aren't unreqruited no longer. That for the first time in a long time, someone loves him just as deeply.
All good things must come to an end, of course, because even perfect crimes have flaws. And there is no one who notices flaws as quick as Lucifer. Though he relishes the affection and attention he gets from MC, he knows it's not real. Lucifer knows something is going on but it takes him a while to understand what, or who, is behind MC's sudden change.
When Diavolo confesses what he has done, Lucifer is livid. He barely holds back his anger with Diavolo, claiming he had no right to get involved and manipulate MC's precious feelings. Diavolo is angry, too. Angry at Lucifer for denying his help, angry at him for not fighting for love, for not taking what is his. Lucifer demands Diavolo to undo whatever he did to make MC fall for him. Begrudgingly, Diavolo listens.
They try to act as if nothing happened but the whole ordeal broke somethkng between them that takes time to heal and mend. It takes time and several conversations with Barbatos until Diavolo realizes why Lucifer had been so hurt about his actions instead of delighted.
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Chantelle intro time ig? (She needs a lot of context for the art im making for her so buckle up lol)
So this is Chantelle, my precious Sun Haven oc (besides Seraphina my main, who i should post my many drawings of lmao), and is an elven moth witch, who currently resides in the Nel'Vari forest. She is also around 28 years old, afab, she/her.:) Also i warned y'all, it's gonna be reeeaaal long if you want to read it👍🏻
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She was the local witch of her hometown, where she was in a long and happy relationship (and engaged by this point) with her partner, Tuilë. Tuilë was a hunter/farmer, and he occasionally went out with fellow huntsman to...hunt.
Chantelle gets a sudden omen from her flowers. Or at least, she believes their paler colours should mean something. She thinks about this every waking minute, her nights are becoming restless over this. Tuilë tells her to calm down, maybe it was just the weather or something.
A few days later, Tuilë goes hunting, but they all get drunk. His friends told him to relax because it's just a few drinks, but alas, an incident happens. Tuilë gets shot in the back. Twice. No one really knows if it was his drunk friends, or if it was even accidental, but it happened.
People come screaming to Chantelle's home, carrying her spouse's bloody body, to rest him somewhere. She runs downstairs in utter shock and panic. She holds him but they collapse to the ground, down to their knees. They are weeping. People yell at Chantelle to do something, but Tuilë shakes his head. He says, with his last breath, "I'm already at peace in your arms", as he bleeds out. She drops to the floor. The town is mourning.
After all of this, Chantelle goes on the path of celibacy, and swears to wear a blindfold when she goes out into social places/places filled with people. She only ever removes it, when she tends to her flowers. She also wears a romance keepsake* on a belt, that contains a lock of Tuilë's hair.
*in my headcanon the keepsake is like those hollow amulets, yknow those old ones that held pictures of loved ones. it just reminded me of them:)
She says goodbye to her hometown and moves to Nel'Vari, where shortly after she meets with the elder, Wesley, Nivara, and then Lucius and Opal, who she's going to work with through the night. Nivara sees everything of course, and asks Chantelle, if it's alright if she told the others what happened and why she moved here. She says yes, because it's easier, and everyone would understand her demeanor towards others. (Chantelle became very silent and almost cold to others but in private she is lovely and adores her flowers, she often talks to them too when she infuses mana into them<3)
People who haven't really seen her yet (because she usually moves through Nel'Vari in the night) and/or younger folks tend to stare a bit at her, but she doesn't really mind. She gives the children little flowers and a glimpse of a smile.
Lucius finds her gestures sweet. After a while, and I mean, A WHILE, he starts questioning himself, and finds himself thinking about her sometimes. He grows fond of her in the span of a year, maybe 2 years. All the little habits she has while they work together guarding the town, he appreciates them all. He acknowledges his emotions about this, after ignoring them for a long time, because he knows he HAS to, even though he has no chance because of the whole celibacy thing. Or he THOUGHT. I mean he just went with respecting her decision and not wanting to disrupt her, while he struggles with his feelings and Opal mercilessly teasing him about it with just a glimpse of her eyes.*
*you know how people can talk with their eyes? Like when you look at someone and they know what you mean? Like a mean look. Ah im over explaining myself.
Anyways, Lucius silently struggles, while Chantelle is totally oblivious because he is hiding it. Some months pass by, she randomly decides to go on a stroll in daylight. Because, why not. It's so depressing to always work at home, even though it's lovely garden work or potion making. She probably wanted to relive the memories of her and her love walking in the sunshine.
She also rarely leaves her home, only on the occasion of patrolling, but, yeah. So she basks in her old memories, while looking through the buildings and people of the past in her mind, when she gets interrupted in her steps all of a sudden. Or, specifically, poor woman almost walked all over a man. Well, until, he stopped and grabbed her.
Chantelle got so surprised by the act, she almost took off her blindfolds just to see what exactly happened. She bumped into Vaan, the local airmage, who has been relaxing by himself and observing the townsfolk as usual. He of course, apologizes and introduces himself, telling her he's fine and she couldn't have known since they haven't even met yet, since, she's usually out at the later hours and etc (he bumbles on about a plethora of things, in his charming little smooth ass tone i hate him and i love him)
Chantelle doesn't wanna interrupt him since Vaan is so deep in his speech, so she just listens to him earnestly. She kinda finds it fascinating but more amusing i guess. After a while he notices of course and in exchange for "wasting her time" he offers to help her on her stroll through the town. She tells her that he doesn't really have to since she has been doing alright herself, but he insists on going with her.
They walk to the blue campfire where Vaan's home is nearby, and they sit down on one of the tree logs. Vaan tries to start small talk after all that silence they went through on the way there, and asks Chantelle about the reason behind wearing her blindfold. She turns her head away for a split second and chuckles in awkwardness; it has been a couple years now that she hasn't been thinking about that day. She was focusing on only the good memories. Vaan stares out into the void in utter disbelief as she tells him everything that happened then.
He tries to play it cool but Chantelle can sense his feelings. She places her hand on his cheek and gives him a flower. (I need to look up what kind of flower because it's for the purpose of expressing her true emotions about the on going situation) Vaan is really confused but thanks the unexpected flower, which makes Chantelle smile. Vaan realizes what happened in the last ~20 minutes, and asks her if he could help her cope or just with anything and she thinks. The silence is deafening for a whole 5 minutes, but after Vaan seemingly gives up on getting any answers, Chantelle grabs his hand. She finally speaks up. She talks, but not so quietly as before. She tells him, "I find your chattering amusing. I find it interesting, and no one really talked to me like that here before." She starts murmuring again, but it's incomprehensible.
Elle grabs his arm, casting a spell, which makes Vaan scared and tries to escape the pull. His thoughts spin around "what if he judged too quickly?" "what if she's evil?" After she finishes, he runs off to his house. Chantelle does the same.
Next day he wakes up and sees his arm has like ink blobs on it? But he hasn't even used ink yesterday! The blobs start to form letters and numbers, that slowly spell out an address. He realizes what is happening and quickly notes it down somewhere, and writes a letter to Elle, and then she sends him a reply, and they start writing back and forth for a while, until Vaan suggests he could show her something and apologize for his behaviour.
Chantelle accepts the invitation and soon it turns out when they meetup that Vaan wanted to try out flying with her, since she has wings, but she hasn't been actually seen flying by anyone. She says she shouldn't try because it's dangerous but Vaan offers to hold her hand while they fly, and she doesn't know how to feel about that. She remembers her vows and everything and she feels flustered. She kindly refuses, but still accepts his company. She goes home, and then as usual goes on her patrol but an unusually stressed Lucius welcomes her. He mentions to her how he saw her and Vaan walking together and how he personally hasn't seen her act like that and he basically rants to her which he hasn't done before, but midway she silences him and whispers, "if i were to quit my vows, would you judge me or accept my decision?"
Lucius is baffled, but cannot say anything else than he'd accept and respect her choice, because... well, he stumbles across words. Chantelle tells him that it's okay, she has been having thoughts about quitting for someone.
She sits down next to him, and cups his cheeks in her hands, leans her forehead against his and says, "I know what you want to tell me. And i can't change it. But i don't know what to say, when you are making it harder than it already is."
After ALL of this, vaguely, Chantelle keeps hanging out with Vaan, finally tries to fly with him, and with time they get closer, while Lucius stares from afar, thinking about how could he make her happier than him.
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I AM SO HAPPY I CURRENTLY DON'T HAVE ANY MORE PLOT PLANNED OUT BECAUSE MY HANDS ARE BEGGING ME FOR MERCY
Anyways, if you read through all of this nonsense I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MWAH
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i .. ii .. iii circa 2198 for @nkn0va
I.
Tsubaki grew up sheltered and incredibly lonely. An only child in a house that should have been full with her siblings. A cloistered princess in the garden of a radically conservative family. Even as she grew, her status and conviction pushed many away, leaving her with precious few friends.
All of this is to say, Tsubaki has so, so much love to give, and desperately wants to connect with someone. As a lover, her heart is tremendous.
From the moment you start dating, Tsubaki approaches this like a lifelong partnership. Even if you two were to ever break up, you’d have to do something pretty bad to ever lose her as a friend. Once she loves you, she’ll love you all her life.
II.
She’s actually very shy.  She might initiate a little teasing, and she’s constantly admiring you, so compliments are given freely and often- but touch is complicated for her.  Hand holding, hugging, kissing, cuddling, that’s just not the way she was raised.  The Yayois don’t really hug.
This isn’t to say that she doesn’t enjoy physical affection- honestly, it’s one of the fastest (and only) ways to break her composure. She gets so flustered so quickly.
It’s just that unless you’re into a real slowburn, you’ll have to be the one to initiate most of what we’d consider ‘normal’ relationship activities.  Do go for it, though.  She is so touch starved.  Pet her head and watch her stutter.  Hug her, especially from behind, and catch the exact moment her heart stops completely.
Maybe go a little easy on her, though.  Everything she knows about romance comes from the historical dramas she loves to watch, or poets like Natsume Soseki, infamous for arguing that saying “I love you” directly was too forward for Japanese sensibilities.  Her media consumption, and the daydreaming it’s inspired, has left her with a kind of storybook idea of how these things work.
III.
Tsubaki does instigate affection, just, in her own way. She approaches those she loves gently. Where another lover might go for a hug or kiss, Tsubaki expresses the same sentiments by brushing dust off your shoulder, adjusting your clothes- or your hair, if she’s feeling incredibly intimate.
Her desire to be near you is expressed by taking care of you. She loves how you look, and she wants everyone to see you as she does, so she encourages you to look your best. If she could wash your hair or your back, that would be the most romantic thing in the world to her.
Her default as a caretaker can lean a little into her starting to nag you, though. Even if you’re in public, if you end up with some food on your face, she’s going to try to wipe it off. She’ll be horribly embarrassed once she realizes what she’s done, and she will apologize- but is she really that sorry? She really can't help herself. She thinks you’re cute and she loves to be needed.
IV.
Tsubaki sees a relationship as a partnership. She sees so much good in you, and so much potential for even more amazing things. As far as she’s concerned, you could move mountains if you wanted to. So she wants to do everything in her power to make sure you’re living as your best self- and she really appreciates it if you can offer her the same push.
As mentioned above, this can manifest in some arguably annoying ways; she’s always reminding you to sit up straight, to speak clearly, to apologize less, not to procrastinate, etc.
On the other side of things, you will never meet someone more genuinely invested in every aspect of your life. Tsubaki remembers every interest you share with her, and asks about them often. She wants to know what you did during the day, what you plan to do during the week. Even for hobbies she doesn’t understand, she’ll do her best to learn the lingo and keep an eye out for any events you might be interested in. Any project you’re working on, no matter how trivial you may consider it, she’ll be genuinely excited to see how it goes.
There's a bit of a cute double standard here, actually. Even though she thinks its obvious that she'd be interested in your hobbies, she finds it hard to believe that you would be interested in hers. Even the confident Tsubaki can get a little anxious sometimes. If you offer her some of that same investment and encouragement, she thinks you're some kind of saint.
V.
Speaking of her hobbies. Did you know she loves to paint? She may want to keep this to herself for some time, assuming you wouldn’t be interested in her silly little hobby, but she will eventually set out to paint something specifically for you. Something heartfelt, something connected to good memories. Maybe a landscape of a place you’ve gone on a date, or just somewhere special for you.
More than anything else, she’d love to paint you. She spends a lot of time admiring you and thinking about how she’d do it; where she’d start, what colors to use or mix, what background would suit you the best.
Of course, this can be a difficult ask. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on display like that, but the mutual awareness of the fact that she’s staring at you, taking in every detail, for so long, can be a vulnerable thing for both parties involved. And even then, she’d feel so bad for asking you to stay still, probably bored out of your mind, for the hours it would take to give your portrait the consideration it deserves.
When she does finally paint you, it’s the most romantic date she could ever dream of- and though she probably won't ever tell you, she has been dreaming of it.
She’ll chat with you quietly, teasing a bit if you seem embarrassed. Despite all her worrying before the event, she’s in her element here. You look amazing, and she knows that, so it’s adorable (and quite funny) to see you unsure of such an obvious truth.
VI.
Tsubaki has always imagined a certain path for her future. She would fall in love. Get married. Have children. Raise another generation to do good in the world, and never be lonely again.
Meeting you only strengthened that image. Now there was a face to imagine at the altar. Someone's taste to consider as she fine tuned the wedding in her head. Whether or not you and Tsubaki could have children together in our time, by the BlazBlue era there are numerous magical aids for family planning, and she often wonders about what kind of parent you'll be.
This is something she's always wanted.  This is something she's looked forward to.  Something she's proud she can promise you.  A bright future.
VII.
Of course, her status as a member of the Yayoi family presents some difficulties.  Dating any member of the Duodecim means entering into a life of court politics and all the manipulation and animosity that entails, even if you’re already coming from a high status family.  This is the top of the top.  And if you aren’t coming from a high status family, there are questions about your suitability at every turn.
And then there’s the main issue for a Yayoi. Tsubaki’s father still firmly believes in their family’s tradition, the Yayoi family’s pride; the Yayoi family are excellent with Ars Magus. They marry specifically to ensure that the next generation is just as exceptional as the last.
Raised in this mentality from her birth, Tsubaki does believe in her family traditions wholeheartedly. Her interpretation of things are shockingly innocent, though. She sees you in the best possible light all the time. Anything you enjoy, anything you’re skilled in, she sees as an exceptional talent. Who could be more worthy of the family name than you? Any hobbies you have related to physical activity prove your health and strength, any mental or artistic hobbies prove your genius.
Regardless of your skill in Ars Magus, in the absolute worst case scenario where her father is… hesitant, to accept you, she is willing to argue him on this one thing. The NOL themselves have asked that the Yayois loosen up on their marriage criteria over the past few generations, and it’s obvious to her that you are an incredible match who would honor the Yayoi legacy. She just needs to explain it to her father, she’s positive he will understand.
VIII.
Most of these are set in the year 2198, before Calamity Trigger.  But let's take a moment to jump ahead one year.  To 2199.  The year she received the hardest mission of her life.  The year she picked up the Izayoi.
The moment the weight of the Izayoi settles into her hands for the first time, that bright future she longs to share with you becomes clouded.
She goes to see you before she heads for home to retrieve the Izayoi. Before she starts her mission.
One last careless, happy day together before she'll have blood on her hands. Before the nightmares of a confidential mission she'll never be allowed to tell you about. One last look at your perfect, smiling face before she may never be able to see it again.
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for @drarrymicrofic's october 2023 prompt: raven
cw: mentions of food, one (1) mention of blood, one (1) mention of vomiting
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harry’s seen a lot of strange things in his life, being a muggle-raised child who transitioned into a world of magic and that. but over the years, he’s gotten used to the magic. he’s been introduced to it for more than a decade after all.
so when he sees a weirdness that cannot be linked to magic, he falters.
his flawless flying staggers a bit, flapping his wings more than usual and losing a few feathers in the wake when he sees a murder of crows clutching all sorts of trinkets in their claws. harry’s had the impulse, himself, to collect all the shiny objects he comes across—they always seem so brilliant in his raven eyes—so he gets it. kind of.
what he doesn’t understand is why all of the crows are holding one each. some even have two, in both of their claws, making their load heavy for their flight. harry could never.
he follows them; he’s curious, and frankly he hasn’t got anything to do for the afternoon. he wants to give ron and hermione their alone time and he hasn’t got the energy for the ruckus at the burrow. he wants to fly, but flying with his broom by himself all over—where even is he, berkshire? wiltshire?—would make him a lonely bum if he’s ever spotted. his animagus form at least gives him anonymity.
so he keeps flying behind them, thinking about why they could possibly be all carrying around tiny pieces of metal with them. his most plausible reason is that they might be building a shelter of some sort, one made of their precious metal, but even that makes little sense.
he is surprised, however, when they start to descend near a familiar grove, locks of blond getting nearer and nearer.
malfoy is sitting under one of the bigger trees, reading something harry can’t make out. it’s a big tome anyways, and hermione would probably have a fit if she saw the book, what with its elegant brown cover, leather spine, and gold engravings. there’s also a pouch beside him, equally as elegant as the book, that the crows land near to.
they squawk at malfoy and he ignores them for a few beats. harry thinks he’s awfully arrogant, ignoring the crows in his presence. but after a few choruses from the flock of birds, he laughs, a joyful and comfortably loud laugh, and places a bookmark on the page he’s paused on.
“you lot should learn to be a little bit more patient. i was in a very interesting part.” he pouts as he pets the head of the nearest crow, and the others gather to receive their own petting. harry lingers near the end of the flock, observing malfoy and his obvious kindness towards the birds. way to be wrong, potter.
the crows, one by one, drop their trinkets by malfoy’s pouch. “oh, are these my presents for the day?” he fiddles with a few of them, smiling all the while. he looks breathtaking like this—all smiles and soft tones, his hair pulled back in a bun freeing his face. he looks open and candid and it makes harry’s heart clench.
“you have my appreciations. i’ll add these to my collections,” he says. “i can probably build one of those muggle cars with all the alloy you’ve given me.”
malfoy looks up from his group of bird friends. harry follows his gaze as malfoy turns towards the part of the castle that can be seen from where he sits. “an appealing personal project, all things considered,” he mumbles. and there’s something in his eyes that harry recognises, one that he sees in the mirror everyday.
malfoy is as lonely as he is.
harry, struck by the realisation, hops forward. malfoy tracks his movement and smiles at him and harry hastily accepts that he’s going to keep coming here, if only to see that smile. (and seek malfoy’s quiet company).
“look at you,” malfoy says and harry thinks he’s been caught, but malfoy simply cradles his upper body, his thumb brushing harry’s raven head tenderly. it feels absolutely amazing. “i’ve never seen you before. new here?”
harry squawks in reply and malfoy gives him a giggle. if he’s not in his bird form at the moment harry’s sure he’d be a blushing mess, eyes wide and mouth open, but again. he thanks the anonymity the raven gives him.
“i hope you’ll like your stay here, then. care for a chicken liver?” jutting his chin towards the other crows and the plethora of food that malfoy’s given them. those must have been the contents of his pouch.
harry looks to the blood and the soft textures bathed in soil and almost pukes then and there. he turns back to malfoy, who’s watching him with calculating eyes. he hops, uses his wings for a bit because malfoy’s book is a bit far from the ground, and settles on it and, in turn, on malfoy’s lap. a booming laugh greets him and he beams—can ravens even beam?—as he thinks, i’ve found my haven.
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HPDM MICROFIC MASTERLIST.
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OOOHHH so i have an idea for the ex thing. You can choose any of the naruto boys for this. tbh it might not go with the theme entirely but the ex part made me have this idea where the alpha has previously been in a very emotionally intimate relationship before but they r infertile or for whatever reason cannot like have a child biologically but the ex omega desperately wants to be a Oma and they cheat and get pregnant with another Alpha's child. and not only that they also gaslight gatekeep alpha into thinking its their child until.....its born. because then because of the smell and physical characteristics and whatnot alpha realizes and confirms its not their child after a few weeks.
now years later they have gotten together with their precious current mate and love him beyond anything but one night after they return from a mission they are tired and hungry and in that state see their current mate holding and infant in his arms and they just absolutely .....lose their shit??!?! like obviously in the back of their mind they know this is not the same as the first relationship they had and their current mate loves them but the tired hungry exhausted alpha mind says something else and it just....... i just haven't been able to get this out of my mind 😩. what happens afterwards like that could go a lot of ways mainly depending on who the omega is. but i think it would be something like the omega gets super confused and slightly angry that their mate would get angry over them holding a baby? but like an older shinobi tell them what happened and the likely reason behind alpha's reaction and they just very tenderly bring alpha back to them..... I'm weak in my knees I'm gonna go sit for a while actually.
this came out too long 💀anyway now that I've typed it out i realise its definitely not going with the ex theme so i will leave this in ur hands if u ever wish to write about this in the future. or not if u r uncomfy. i completely understand muahhh <33
Oooh, this would be so dramatic!! It's a super interesting idea as well, thank you so much for sending it to me!!! <333
I randomised a Naruto boy because I couldn't decide which one to pick, and the random wheel chose Shino!
Shino watched as you stared at the dining room table between you both. He had managed to coax you to come and talk to him after you'd stormed out the previous night when you saw him holding a clan member's baby, but he still hadn't managed to make you speak.
"I spoke to some of your friends," Shino started hesitantly. "And they explained what happened to you in the past. I'm not angry. Why? Because what happened to you was awful and it wasn't your fault."
He saw your shoulders shudder as you sniffed and wiped at your eyes. Shino wanted to move closer to you, but he wasn't sure if that would only make it worse so he stayed put.
"I'm sorry," you croaked out. "I didn't mean to shout or storm out like that, I-"
"I forgive you," Shino said easily.
"You shouldn't," you denied, finally looking up at him with red rimmed eyes. "It's never acceptable for me to treat you like that."
"Then as your apology you should let me choose whether to forgive you or not," Shino gave you a small smile. "And I choose to forgive you."
You only nodded and put your head on the table. Shino couldn't resist moving over to your side now, so he did, until he was standing beside you, his hand on your shoulder.
"If it would make you feel better, I can put one caveat on my forgiveness," Shino said eventually, realising that his forgiveness hadn't seemed to help your turmoil.
"Yes," you said immediately, sitting up. "Anything."
"I would like you to go to speak to someone about what happened."
Your face screwed up a little in a way that demonstrated that you weren't so thrilled about his idea.
"Because in the future, if we have a pup, I don't want this to happen again," Shino continued. "To have you accuse me of carrying someone else's baby would be very upsetting."
You sighed and reached for his hand, something he easily allowed.
"You're right," you swallowed heavily, pulling his hand to your mouth and placing a kiss there. "I know you're right, it's just... hard. But for you, for you, I'll do it."
"Thank you," Shino said. "I am happy to accompany you if you wish- oof."
You stood up suddenly and pulled him into your chest, cutting his sentence off.
"I love you so much, Shino. And I'm so sorry."
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To the fairest man in the world,
Vil my dear, I hope everything is going well for you on set. I am always in awe of how talented of an actor you are. I still remember when I watched one of your movie for the first time, all the way I was rooting for you despite Neige being the hero. So I know that this movie you're filming will be a resounding success as well !
I miss you more than anything, but it would be a sin if the world was deprive of you. You always tell me I'm exaggerating but I insist dear ! You are the most hardworking person I ever knew. And you deserve all the success you have and even more. I will not stop telling you how much I'm proud of you and love you until you're sick of it.
As for me, don't worry. I'm doing my best to keep Pomefiore up to the highest standard while you're away. Rook is a huge help, I understand why you chose him, I admit that his eccentricity has it charm. He is a great company and friend. As for Epel, he is surprisingly well-behaved since I took over his training in your absence. I opted for a kinder and more relaxed approach and so far the result are astonishing. He is progressing faster than ever. I can't wait for you to come back and see his progress !
When this letter will have reached you, I should be done with the set of clothes and matching jewelries I promised I would do for you to celebrate our one year anniversary as a couple.
I've never been so glad that back in my world I was a tailor than now ! Just the thought of you wearing it fill me with joy ! Although I know that your kind heart would accept even the shabbiest clothes from me, know that I refuse to give you anything less then perfect ! So rest assured that this set was made with all the best I could find. (If you see Grim giving you the side eyes it may be for that. To this day he keep complaining about how much I spent on it rather than tuna) Alas, this still doesn't hold a candle to what you could probably buy. I hope the love and care with which I made it will make up for it a little.
Don't push yourself too hard, I know you got this and I'm happy to wait for you for as long as it will take.
As usual, your number one fan,
Ramshackle Prefect *player name*
- Player is in twst world and as you can see it's a write your heart out letter. Thank you for your hard work Veil ❤️
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, implied murder, implied torture, imprisonment, stalking, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, poison, obsession
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Vil Schoenheit-Bittersweet separation
Hearing a familiar voice hum you looked up and saw the hunter you had grown closer since you started looking after Vils beloved dorm. When you saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope he was holding you were close to jumping from joy. It seemed like your letter had reached your favorite actor safely. Setting the paper in front of you on the desk Rook took his leave again, murmuring something which sounded like “premier amour...”. Seeing it in front of you made it feel even more unreal. With shaking hands you held it, too afraid that you might damage it in some way. How ironic. To get to its contents you needed to do exactly that yet the paper which was wrapped around the letter within it was already something precious to you. Opening it with a letter opener (Vil hated it whenever you ripped it open which made you start using one) you unfolded the paper within it.
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Dear gem,
I was elated when my manager brought your letter to me. At first I thought that it was the regular mail from fans but when I saw my name in your handwriting on it it felt like all the stress from the last few days just disappeared. You are like that one potion other actors take so that they can survive on set for multiple days without a break. Just as uplifting and addictive but missing the dangerous aftereffects. All my efforts are for you. From day one there was only one person whom I dearly wanted to notice me. Now you, that one person, and I are in a relationship. I couldn't be happier. That I even outshine Neige in your eyes shows me that my efforts finally pay off. Sometimes I just meant to give him a poisoned apple but I guess that isn't necessary anymore.
My most beloved treasure, you say that it would be a sin of the world would be deprived of me. As much as I would like to agree with you on everything I am not able to do that when this is the subject. In my opinion, it is rather the other way around. You are the bright light that shines down upon us or rather the bright light that once shined down upon us. At the moment only a small part of this world can see you. Like the dwarves once put Snow White in a glass coffin so that they were always able to see her I also do something similar to that. Keeping you in Pomfiore without sharing you with the outside world and at the same time, it feels so right to do that. I am able to hold back as long as only the students under my care can see you but if more people than that would do that? I am not sure what I would do if that were the case. You are like a Canary in a golden cage. You don't belong there yet I make you stay in Pomfiore. But as long as you are alright with this I will not question my actions further. I do not know how much more I will restrict you in the future. Everything I do is for you. So that I may secure a easy future for you.a future in which you don't even have to lift a finger. So please don't say that I deserve my success. In the end it is all for a selfish agenda.
I hope you are actually doing fine and not just telling me this so that I worry less. If you were overlooking yourself for Pomfiore I would rather have you drop that dorm and take care of yourself. Assuming that you are telling me the truth I shall not continue to ask. We have already seen in the past that lying to me doesn't end well, haven't we? That Rook would listen to you was never questioned but I am rather surprised by Epels results. Is he really behaving well? Tell me if he isn't, I'm always ready to call him but if things are as smooth as you tell me that they are then I applaud you. How could I have ever doubted your abilities? After all you are the Overseer, perfection themselves. This reminds me that we are nothing else than the dust beneath you. There isn't a single being who could ever dream of reaching your level within any world. Wisdom and beauty are yours to command. If someone would ever have the audacity to say otherwise I will make sure that they will thoroughly regret what they claimed. I have a rather interesting potion on my shelf after all.
But let's not talk about possible ways to contort the body of a person into painful poses until they can't be returned to a painless state anymore. This is about us. You are doing the jewelry and the clothing? I thought you were only joking back then. At the moment I am questioning how I could ever have made the most precious person in any world work for me but at the same time, I feel honored. When I heard from you that you were once a tailor I wanted to poison anyone who dared to make you work for them, without or with an apple. The only thing holding me back was you reassuring me that everything was alright and the fact that I was missing Belladonna. I apologize but mostly me having no Belladonna left was the reason why no one got poisoned and not your word. You may punish me however you wish to once I return.
My dearest, I would wear everything you were to gift me. Don't worry about it not being in the same price class as the things I usually wear on set. Most of the time these articles of clothing are equally of low quality as the ones in very cheap shops. The only difference is that they have a very fancy sounding name slapped onto them. I only wear them in front of camera because I have to uphold a certain image and not because I think of them especially high. Your handmade clothing however is made with a lot of care. Not only does this make it's quality better but also something very precious to me. To imagine that I would ever wear something you made for me and are alone! To be surrounded by something you made! Just the thought of that makes me want to return to you even faster! But no, I have to wait. I would hate it if some reaction of mine were to make me any less beautiful. It would make me even less worthy of you after all.
Once I return we shall celebrate our first anniversary. I have already planned a variety of things. Only you and me, no fans and if one of them were to approach us even though I made sure they wouldn't? Well, I got more of that certain potion I mentioned before. Ah, with every single passing day your me more seems sweeter and sweeter to me! Please never separate from me for such a long time again! I'm not sure if I could handle it. Who knows, if the worst case scenario were to happen I might get one of those mirrors the Fairest Queen had and make it show you. Every day, throughout the day and night.
I yearn for you. Soon all of this is over and we can be happy.
See you soon my dear gem.
Vil Schoenheit
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repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !
★  ⸻   COMPASSION: 4/10 considering this should probably be a Zero, especially for a 'non-social' caste like our scientists, this represents either her innate irregularity or incredible effort over time made to become more compassionate. she really does love people, being around them, talking to them, learning from them. at the same time, she can have a pretty funny way of showing it. she does her best.
★  ⸻   BITTERNESS: 1/10 for all of the many, many things she is... bitter is not one of them. i write that betrayal is common or even expected among vorta and so it is not that natural for her to hold a grudge, for instance. she does surprisingly well understanding others' motivations.
★  ⸻   HAPPINESS: 8/10 this is an interesting one. in service of the founders, she'd felt her every wish, desire, and need was fulfilled, that her faith was all-encompassing 'happiness,' or as close as anything could come to describing the sense of a rightful destiny fulfilling itself. she also had no freedom. no individuality. happiness did not exist. when she left / escaped, it was devastating to her. she's had to discover real unconditional joy for the first time and go to great lengths to understand and cultivate what 'happiness' means to her. at her happiest, she is exploring. it's rare for her to be morose, though few of her many smiles come from joy or kindness.
★  ⸻   POLITENESS: 2/10 it depends entirely on who she is talking to, and within what context. she is not a polite person. upfront and efficient, she is far more honest than deceitful. she can be perfectly formal and controlled with respected superiors, but it takes time and effort for her to learn any ounce of diplomacy.
★  ⸻   MORALITY: 0/10 -> 6/10 right, so. morality for her did not exist in service of the founders. she did exactly as requested and as was necessitated, her only concern being to fulfill her function in order to protect and advance the goals of the dominion. only after leaving did she begin to develop any individual sense of morals or philosophy, and these are in constant development as she investigates the worlds around her. she will readily reflect whatever moral world she's fallen into and her conclusions can place her wildly across the moral scale.
★  ⸻   CHIVALRY: 0/10 without thought, she will let the door hit you on the way out. if she ever does something genuinely kind or thoughtful for you, it's a pretty safe bet to either consider it a rare and precious gift or that she might be up to something.
★  ⸻   PRIDE: 8/10 she was created for the sole purpose of being a genius on the scale of unique service to a vast and ancient intergalactic empire. it took several iterations and in fact, hers had to be fought for and won. she is well-aware of her extreme computing intelligence and it is not uncommon for it to be a source of incredible pride, even hubris. that said, she tends to be quite unpretentious in other areas, has little trouble admitting when she is wrong or doesn't know something, and will take into account others' accredited opinions, particularly if they are not another vorta.
★  ⸻   HONESTY: 8/10 though deceit comes naturally, it is not her mode of operation to lie even in the face of severe consequences, and she will not do so out of fear. in later years, she comes to acquire that in social circumstances certain small lies or omissions can be a mercy, but originally as a scientist above all else including her own personhood, facts are facts, she does not shy away from the truth, and she is known to speak her mind.
★  ⸻   BRAVERY: 8/10 there is much that she fears. there is very little she cannot handle in spite of her fear, and fear is something she embraces like a friend, even weaponizes to drive her onward. she might be described as fearless, as someone who does not show her fear very often, or rather as someone who expresses her fears in highly meditated, unconventional ways.
★  ⸻   RECKLESSNESS: 2/10 i want to say 1 or even 0, as she would not undertake any project in service of the dominion without extreme care, but she does have this streak in her that grows and continues to grow that contributes to her effectiveness as a subject of the dominion in her willingness to push forward, and as an individual in her tenacity to escape. without this uncommon streak, she would probably still be blinded in service of the dominion.
★  ⸻   AMBITION: 6/10 within the dominion, she's already at the top. she is about as high up as any vorta can ever go, and she was created for that role. she is relatively secure, she is favored, she is confident. even so, she does have GREAT scientific ambition. on the other hand she does not, however much she demands respect, have ambitions to lord over anyone.
★  ⸻   LOYALTY: 10/10 loyalty is everything to a vorta. loyalty is faith. there is a hole in her soul where she once worshipped the founders and so you can be sure that once zeveth is snug in your pocket, her loyalty to you can be extremely reliable. nothing and no one, however, no matter how important they are to her, can override the small part of her that will always be loyal to the founders first. don't let them near her.
★  ⸻   LOVE: 1/10 the only love she's ever known is the love of the founders, which, let's be clear, is not love. i hesitate to say she herself is incapable of love, only that it expresses itself in very alien ways, ways that she has had to invent based on her restricted context. if wil is in her life, then she might know another, very fragile kind of love or affection there.
★  ⸻   SENSE OF FAMILY: 4/10 in reality this is something that the founders have stripped away. she has social connections with her cohort and certainly while in the dominion she feels it is her home, but she never (rarely) forms any kind of meaningful bond with any of them, and easily sees many of them come and go permanently in her time. later in life, she might begin to cultivate some sense of found family somewhere depending on her situation, as she is, as a vorta, a bastardized descendant of a highly social animal.
★  ⸻   ATTRACTIVENESS: 12/10 she's six feet of ex-villain contralto butch mad scientist with weird charisma and a sense of humor, what more do you want!!
★  ⸻   AGILITY: 7/10 physical AND 12/10 mental. physically? she's not trained or genetically selected for combat in the least, but she still has some of that lemur-like vorta quality. she can climb, she can jump just a little further than you'd expect, she's light and nimble on her feet for that 6' frame and she's quick. shadows and treading softly are her allies and she can squeeze into some unlikely places. mentally, she's a supercomputer in terms of calculation. mathematics are simply a language she speaks natively; strategy, reasoning, and the ability to make critical connections are like breathing.
★  ⸻   SEX DRIVE: 1/10 this is a very hard-earned single point. she's a clone with all reproductive capabilities eradicated. i write that vorta retain a good sense of touch and some prey animal instinct to be close for protective purposes, and zev in particular as a geneticist understands in a textbook-like way how other species reproduce, but all vorta are so far removed now that it is something completely alien to them, like a foreign custom, albeit to some a curiosity as well.
tagged by: @ensnchekov & @uncxntrxllable thank you both!!! tagging: @holyrots / @inrovina @amadaans @guttersniper / @choicescreen @bonepranks @dimensionalspades let's go!!
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diamant and affection
(warning that it's a little spicy at the end, but not overtly nsfw. engage didn't give me nearly enough of diamant--)
To preface, Alear kind of seems like they'd be the slightly clueless type when it comes to understanding people have different standards of affection. I mean with how open some of the cast are with each other, Alear might see their own actions as very tame compared to some of the other unhinged things they've heard and seen.
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And maybe your way of showing affection would be perfectly tame to most, but for Diamant, your affection is one of the few things that can break his composure completely.
Diamant had seen you as the Divine Dragon, a deity, an ethereal being, for a long, long time, and this impression he had of you meant he didn't know how to act casually around you at first. 
Even now that you are together, promised to each other, he still isn't completely used to you showing him affection in front of others. Not just because of who you are, but also that he's never been the touchy or affectionate type towards those he was close with either. He'd always been the type to feel a little awkward with hugs from family and preferring to give his close friends a hearty pat on the shoulder. 
So when you sneak up on him for the first time, just before dinner, and give a hug to him from behind, it catches him off guard. It triggers his reflexes, and he immediately places his hands onto your arms, before he realizes that it's you from the height of your face pressed against his back, and your comforting, familiar presence. He'll feel flustered for a moment as he turns around to face you, his heart skipping a beat after seeing your beaming smile. He'll get a little more flustered if there are others around, to the point where he has to hide his face behind his hand and clear his throat.
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If you tell him you missed him, he'll look around for a moment (to see if the coast is clear) and give you a tight hug in his strong arms, and speak gently in your ear with that incredibly addicting voice of his that he misses you too. If there are others around, he'll ruffle your hair with a short chuckle behind his smile and tell you that he has something to tell you in private. 
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Once you're alone, he'll ask you just for the sake of confirmation if it's really okay for you to display your affection like that in front of the others, given your station. He does enjoy it, but it will still take him a while to fully process that you're really his partner. The Divine Dragon that he'd thought of for his entire life as the most perfect and beautiful being to ever walk the continent is his bethrothed.
But if you ask him if you should stop showing him this affection publicly, he'll immediately tell you no. The thought of you no longer running to see him with your lovely, excited smile is a far worse prospect to endure than any amount of embarrassment he could possibly feel from being caught off guard.
Now, what about the way he shows you affection when you're alone together? Well, that's part of why he asked you to come see him privately in the first place. Once you're done with your initial conversation you can tell his gentle eyes have ignited with a bit more passion. He'll pull you into his arms tightly and speak in a lower tone than usual, warning you that he'll have to get back at you for making him feel flustered in front of everyone today. When he succeeds at getting a reaction out of you, a hitched breath or a gasp, he'll laugh and apologize for teasing you. 
Depending on where you want things to go, you might have the most affectionate cuddling in your life, where he holds you close to him and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering how breathtaking you are to him against your skin. His embrace makes you feel safe and protected, the way his strong arms and large frame wrap around your body, somehow both tightly and carefully as if you were something precious and fragile in his arms. You could easily drift off to sleep in his loving embrace.
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Or... you could tell him that he doesn't need to apologize for teasing you, because you want more. And you'll get to experience a completely different kind of affection from him, that only the Crown Prince of Brodia can give you.
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rphelperblog · 2 years
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X-men Quotes Rp Meme
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{part one}
inspired by @legman-lensherr​ @abrushwithdeath​
“The next time you feel like showing off...don’t.”
"Mankind has always feared what it doesn't understand."
“We need you to hope again.”
please do not make us the enemy today.”
"My emotions make me strong."
“You are a perceptive one.”
“I think you'll be comfortable here.”
“ Is that your gift? Putting up with that guy?”
"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way doesn't mean they're lost forever."
“You’ll need me too.”
“If you let them have me, I'm as good as dead. You know that.”
“Look kid, you and I are gonna be good friends.”
It's not him I'm worried about. It's us. We were younger, more brash. We didn't know any better.”
“We are all gonna die sometime.”
"Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they are lost forever."
“Good to see you, old friend.”
So many battles waged over the years... and yet, none like this. Are we destined to destroy each other, or can we change each other and unite? Is the future truly set?”
“Well then I'll kill them too, and anyone who comes next!”
"Don't be what they made you."
“ I'm just not very good with violence...”
“So, you always were an asshole.”
“Someone so beautiful should not be so angry.”
"You have the chance to become part of something much bigger than yourself."
“I think I want to wake up now.”
Go upstairs and bug your sister.”
"I always know who you are. It's just sometimes I don't recognize you."
“Are you drinking to forget?”
I don't know karate. But I know crazy.”
“No, I’m drinking to remember.”
“I'm her boyfriend.”
“When an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything, will it be used for the greater good or will it be used for personal or destructive ends? Now this is a question we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because we are mutants.”
"Listen to me very carefully, my friend. killing him will not bring you peace."
Listen to me, you piece of shit! I watched a lot of good people die, and I came back to stop that from happening!”
“I didn’t kill the president.”
if you kill him, there'll be ten more like him.”
YOUR cause. The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing.”
This is what life looks like. a home, people who love each other. safe place. You should take a moment and feel it."
“Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they're lost forever.”
I'm a princess. What are you?”
“Prison break? That's illegal, you know?”
“It’s only illegal if you get caught.”
“We have fifteen seconds before the door open, and then guards will come through that door.”
Patience isn't my strongest suit.”
“You're a cold murderous bitch!”
You're like me. You're a survivor.”
I'll do it, to save her. Not for your future whatever.”
So much for being a survivor.”
“You want to make a statement? Kill me, fine! But spare everyone else!”
“Should be fun. I'm holding you so you won't get whiplash.”
“The past: a new and uncertain world. A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripple, and you change the tide... for the future is never truly set.”
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! This is a code red situation! We are evacuating the entire floor, so that we - my, uh”
"There's so much more to you than you know, not just pain and anger. There's good in you too, and you can harness all that. You have a power that no one can match, not even me."
You're on acid... somebody gave you really bad acid...”
“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that.”
All right, you've piqued my interest. What do you want?”
“ All those years wasted fighting each other, ... to have a precious few of them back.”
Sentinels that transform. Can you imagine the possibilities?”
I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub.”
I take it we're best buddies in the future?”
No... I don't want your suffering, I don't want your future!”
“ I probably shouldn't be asking this sort of thing... but in the future, do I make it?”
“Get off the bloody chandelier,”
Look past my future... Look for YOUR future... That's it...”
“She left because you got inside her head.”
“You didn't raise her. You grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever. That's why she left.”
“Which makes it slightly that you managed to miss our sign on the way in. This is private property, my friend...”
So I wake up in my younger body, God knows where, and then what?”
“Welcome to mutant high.”
It's been a long time since we were this close. I missed you.”
So what's to stop me from killing YOU right now and securing MY future?”
Mine. I've seen their plans. They're creating a weapon, and now they have what they need to take it further. We have to strike now, while we still hold the upper hand.”
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So Ive been reading your haikyuu "didn't know they where dads" and was wondering if you could maybe do one for suga and daichi.
Ps they are great and super cute
I definitely can!! I’m so glad that you liked it!! I think they’re very interesting to write since I rarely write conflict!!(just letting you know that I’ve only written for Daichi once and idk if it was to good…) for Sugas I changed it a little!! Also!! I should start working on the prompt list soon just wanted to say that!
I am so sorry for how long this took! I was in school and my school is like I think an hour or two longer than the average school here😭😭
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Tw- drunken one night stands(suga), probably cursing, arguements, let me know if I missed something!
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Suga
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He’d be ecstatic, he’d always wanted to be a dad. Your precious daughter was the result of a drunk one night stand and you had met Suga only a few times from a friend before, you couldn’t really careless though, she was amazing and your favorite person always asking if she could draw pictures with you when you’d try and write things. The problem was really that you didn’t know how to contact him as said friend ended up breaking their friendship with him.
Unfortunately, Yui was starting school today, unfortunate for you not her. Yui was insanely excited to start school as she bounced on her feet asking if you guys could leave yet.
“Just a second honey, a few more things and let mommy get a photo please?” You tell her as you open up your camera app, you see her pose and you snap a few photos.
“Ok ready?” She nods happily.
When you walked into the building there he was, his eyes widen dramatically as he drops his gaze to the little girl who’d suddenly gone nervous at the idea of being left here.
“Suga?” You ask quietly and he nods, it’s evident that he knows Yui is his daughter, it wasn’t like she didn’t look like him, she had a similar mole near her eye, his eye and hair color, and a matching piece of hair that as much as you tried to flatten simply wouldn’t stay.
“So this is uhmmm” he motions toward Yui and you know what he’s trying to ask, you nod a bit.
“I tried to contact you but you know with everything…maybe we can talk about this after school” you suggest as he nods taking hold of Yui’s hand as be guides her to sit with the rest of the kids.
“I’d like that”
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It ended bitterly, you couldn’t grasp that his job wasn’t dangerous.
“Daichi, and what do I do if you piss someone off one day and they hurt you?”
“That’s not going to happen!” He yells right back and before you knew it it was over.
Too stupid of an argument to apologize for as the both of you had taken it too far.
But almost a whole year later, you’ve got two precious babies, a boy and a girl and they’re the lights of your life.
“Good morning my loves” you coo turning the lights on in their nursery as they smile and giggle bouncing in their cribs, “who wants to go to the park?” You ask as if they could understand.
It felt like you’d been in the house for days, besides the sun was good for them. So you loaded them up into the double stroller and buckled them in placing a few snacks on the tray to keep them occupied as they giggled and babbled.
You smiled softly letting your mind lead your legs to the park not even thinking twice to go down main street…coincidentally the same street Daichi directs traffic on…
So when his eyes widen at the sight of you you begin speed walking down the street as he calls after you buzzing on his walkie talkie for someone to take over his position.
By the time he’d reached you he was panting hands on his knees as you leaned over the stroller the babies cooing happily.
“Daichi” you speak, your words come out sharp and harsh, harsher than you intend.
“Listen I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I see you moved on had kids,” his heart wants to break at the idea.
“Daichi” you mumble
“that’s fine, I just want you to know I still love you.” He finally catches his breath as you roll your eyes.
“Are you done?” He nods as you pull back the little visor on the stroller.
“They’re definitely yours…I didn’t settle down at all and I love you as well but we’re kind of a package deal babe” you tell him in almost a joking manner.
He’s nodding the most serious look on his face as he looks down at the twins both staring right back up, eyes the same dolor of brown as his are.
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thesiouxzy · 3 months
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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...
You're not as fat as you Imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy;
Sometimes you're ahead,
Sometimes You're behind.
The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; If you Succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your Life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't Congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, Use it every way you can... Don't be afraid of it, or what other people Think of it, It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own...
Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there For you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; They are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will Philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
(Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there
For you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.)
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olivyh · 2 years
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TWST MEMORIES: Vil Schoenheit (6 years old)
Almost there guys…
Also schatz= treasure in German (again, I dont speak german, germans pls confirm if this is right or not)
The blonde boy sits on the couch, curled up in piles upon piles of blankets, yawning as he watches the commercials that seem to take endless stretches of time- precious screentime! He huffs and crosses his arms, looking over to his nanny, who giggles at his actions before going back to cleaning up after dinner.
"Vil? Are you ready for bed already? It's almost seven..." The man smiles at him, making the boy grin back. 
"Not yet... Papa's thing is tonight!"
"His thing?"
"Papa told me that he was going to get a big part in this episode!" He points to the screen- playing a rather dark and morbid mystery full of drama and betrayal. The screen pans to a bloody crime scene in a dark castle, with thunder that roars along with the actresses' screaming. 
"I-... perhaps you should watch it when you're older..." The man suggests, sighing and moving to sit on the couch with him. "Besides, you don't want to be tired when your father comes home tomorrow, do you?"
"I'm not going to stay up that late..." The six year old pouts, amethyst eyes turning back to the screen- the police are on the crime scene, their horses clopping across the stone of the small town and carriages nearly tipping at the speed they race around corners. "Besides, Papa never acts, he only directs. This is important!"
"Alright, alright," The man gives in. "Can I at least call your father to ask if it's alright?"
Vil thinks for a moment before nodding, retreating back into the layers of soft blankets. The nanny dials a few numbers and raises the cell phone up to his ear. 
"Hey, Hans!" Vil's brain pauses for a moment, before he remembers. His father's real name is not Eric. His name was Hans- a fact that took nearly hours for younger Vil to understand, especially when he was complaining about his father getting three names while Vil only got one. 
"Wait, wait... so your name is Papa, Hans Schoenheit, and Eric Venue?" Vil asked his father, the three year old kicking his feet at the dinner table. His father nods, chuckling. 
"That's right. One name is for you, one is for our family and friends, and the third one is for the rest of the world."
"But... I only get one!" Toddler Vil shouts, on the verge of tears. "Why don't I get three names?"
"Well, you don't need three names. You can make the one you have count-"
Vil snaps back to reality, mind still racing at Hans' words. Make it count? He asks himself. "What on Earth could that mean?"
"Stop right there!" A familiar voice snaps the little boy back to reality as he watches the scene unfold with awe. There his father is, detective cape flowing behind him as he tackles a man- the suspect. Vil giggles at the scene, finding it ridiculous how his father would ever do something like that. He stands up and, blanket around his shoulders like a cape matching his father's, watches the scene closely. 
An idea pops into his mind and he turns to look at his nanny, who stares back, a smile blooming on his face. "Yes?"
"Can we play?"
"Play what?"
"Detective. I'll be like Papa, and you be the bad guy!" The man laughs and stands, throwing his hoodie over his head and slouching over, brandishing a pen like a knife. "Hm... not bad!" 
Vil runs into his father's room and, taking a deep breath, throws the door open, revealing his nanny hunched over a bunched up blanket on the floor. 
"Stop right there!" Vil stomps towards the man, holding an extended finger out. 
"Who are you?" His nanny's voice shakes a bit in mock fear, nearly exaggerating how badly he was quivering as he stands to his full height, putting on a dignified air. 
"Hmph!" Vil crosses his arms, pacing around the room. "I should be asking you the same question, good sir..." The man stifles a chuckle but quickly regains his composure at rhe sharp glare the child sends him. "Who are you really? Are you truly the loyal butler of the Evermore estate? Or are you..." He drops his head, staring up at the man through his golden eyelashes, making himself seem as scrutinizing as possible. "The one who brought... who..." He stammers. "Who... their demise..."
"Are you the one who brought their demise upon their family?" A deeper voice sounds from down the hallway and Vil gasps, jumping to action and racing down the hall, launching himself at his father, who hasn't even put his suitcase down. 
"Papa!" Vil cheers. "You're home!" 
"Of course I am! Couldn't miss my little schatz's brilliant performance, could I?" The man beams, picking his son up and giving him a bone crushing hug. "You did amazing!"
"But you're home early?" The boy looks between his father and the nanny, eyebrows knit on his forehead. “You just called him!” His nanny simply shrugs, pushing his hoodie oit of his face.
"I wanted to make it a surprise! I haven't seen my little boy in so long, I missed you!" He presses a kiss on his son's cheek, which makes the boy giggle and try to squirm his way out of his father's strong arms."What wonderful acting you did!"
"I'm not done yet!" Vil wags a finger at his father, leading him by the hand back to the living room, where his nanny greets Hans, the two men laughing about the situation. "Sit down! Sit down! And pay close attention!"
Vil clears his throat, accidentally choking on his own spit for a moment, which makes his father reach over and pat his back for a few moments. "...Thanks..."
"Where were we?" His nanny asks.
"I was going to find out your evil plan!" Vil states, hands on his hips. "Now, Butler Evermore..." He paces around the room, pointing to various objects. 
"Is it true that you..." He pauses for a moment, trying to find clues to piece together. "That you called Papa Evermore-" He points to his father, who sits comfortably on the couch. "On the night of the crime?"
"Yes, indeed I did, Sir," The older man admits. 
"And is it true that before you did this, you were cleaning?"
"Yes," The man says again. 
"Cleaning what... might I ask?" Vil pauses, pointing at the man. "Don't answer! That was a re-re- portical-"
"Retorical," His father chuckles. 
"Yes, that! A recoritcal question!" Both of the men laugh again, making Vil's face flush a bright crimson in embarrassment. "Because you, sir, did the crime! You ate the last popsicle!" He huffs. 
"Oh no, my son," Hans crouches down beside him, catching the boy off guard. "I believe it was you who was eating popsicles!"
"N-no!" Vil gasps, in near disbelief at the plot twist.
"Indeed, it was the detective all along!" Eric brings a wipe up to the boy's face and wipes over his mouth, making Vil sputter and whine. "And the evidence was all over his face..."
"Papa..." Vil groans. "You ruined the scene."
"You'll have plenty more scenes to play," Hans presses a kiss to his son's temple before lifting him in his arms, the boy suddenly more aware of how tired he truly was. He rests his head beneath his father's chin, arms wrapped around his neck as he feels his eyes begin to droop. 
"Come on," Hans tells Vil once the nanny leaves. "Let's get you to bed."
"No!" Vil huffs. "I wanna stay up with you!"
"Vil, I'm going to bed too, it was a long flight from the Rose Queendom..." 
"But I wanna spend more time with you, please?" Vil does his best attempt at puppy eyes, feeling genuine worry rise in his chest as tears- very real tears- prick at the corners of his amethyst eyes. 
"Oh, Vil...' His father sighs, sitting on the couch and giving his son a hug from his position on the man's lap. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I know you have to work..." 
"I don't like leaving you here alone all the time, schatz..." Hans sighs. "I miss you when I'm all the way across the ocean." 
"I miss you too," Vil admits, sniffling. "But I know that it's something you have to do."
"You're very right about that," His father's voice goes quietly, guilt lacing every word. "But you're my son, my baby boy, you're more important. That's why..."
"That's why what?" Vil asks. 
"This was my last big project for a while. I'm taking a short break. I'm spending these next few months here, with you. No traveling for a while, only taking a few jobs in the area- if there's no option for me to do such things at home, of course."
"Really?" Vil whispers. "You're staying here?"
Hans nods. "I want to be here for when you grow up. I want to watch you live your dreams."
"But what about yours?" Vil's voice is slurred as he gets sleepier and sleepier. "You told me that you always wanted to direct movies..." Hans rubs his son's back and begins to rock him gently, just as he had when the boy was a baby. 
"I already lived my dream, besides, the second you were born- before that, even- my dream changed completely."
"To what?"
"My new dream was to watch you grow up to be strong, successful, intelligent, courageous... all those things and so much more that I know you're capable of. I wanted to be with you every step of the way," He lays down on the couch, cradling his son to his chest. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Then I'll do it all!" Vil exclaims, cut off by a yawn. "I'll be all that, I'll do my best..."
"I know you will. Now get some sleep! How about we go out for breakfast tomorrow, hm? I heard there's a new cafe nearby."
"Mhm... my new friend told me about it."
"Your friend?"
"Mn... his name's Jack... hes still really little, though. His family's the wolf beastkin that live in that big cabin..."
"Oh, that's nice," Hans yawns as well. "Well, maybe we'll run into them while we're there."
He's met with only soft snores by his son, whose back rises and falls with each breath. Hans runs his hands through the boy's blonde and violet hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead before falling asleep himself. 
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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What Was Said, We Said For Good
Pairing: Stucky and Winterfalcon Rating: Gen (it's all implied and emotional) ~1k drabble
Summary: Steve gives permission for Bucky to move on with his life, tells him to embrace Sam as a full partner, like they were to each other.
The grip around his back and shoulders is smothering, and he can’t get enough of it. Steve can’t go. He can’t leave him here without a single soul who understands the enormity of their struggle, to be known, heard, and loved as they are.
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Because they were. They were best friends. They were partners. They were lovers. There were years--decades, even--where the other was the only person remaining on Earth who loved the other. That’s not something one should be able to walk away from, especially the one of them who isn’t scared of his own mind, the one who remains more consistent than the sun.
The sun is abandoning Bucky, and he’s cold, barren, dead like the moon.
Steve’s fingers release their grip around Bucky’s ribs and the meat of his flesh arm. He’ll miss the delicious dig of Steve’s short nails in his flesh, strong and comforting.
The sun is setting as the night air floats in.
“You know I love you, buddy.”
“Just not enough to stay.”
Steve slides a warm hand over Bucky’s right palm. Because Steve wants him to feel him. He’s sure of it. He knows.
The night Bucky left for England back in ‘43, the joke was that he and Steve had always been like ships passing in the night. They’d had so little time, such precious few moments to be together and content, but there was no other person who could be so perfectly present in each second that they did have. Bucky felt seen and whole and human with Steve. Sometimes he felt this stinging pull across his chest as if he were greedy for hoping that just one time the world wouldn’t need Steve Rogers more than Bucky Barnes needed Steve Rogers. This is the last time Bucky will lose.
And it hurts. It hurts to hold in the furious insecurity bubbling like toxic gas in his stomach. His jealousy was poison brewing, except there was no one to be jealous of. All of mankind for all time is not something Bucky can compete with, so he stays quiet, knowing.
Steve claps a palm to Bucky’s bearded cheek, letting it slide past his neck onto his shoulder. Bucky wishes he had shaved, wishes he was freshly clean just so that those fingertips could get as close as possible. Steve offers a small smile and glances away. He lets out that teeny tiny huff of a laugh like he knows something obvious and doesn’t want to say.
“What, punk?”
Steve pushes a little against Buck’s shoulder, a comforting shake to his stiff and brittle insides. “You’re not gonna wanna hear it.”
“You’re joining the army,” Bucky fanes shock, “but you’re such a skinny little thing! They’ll eat you alive.”
He’s rewarded with the hand returning to his cheek.
“Sam’s a good man,” Steve says with the light brightening in his eyes, laser-focused on Bucky in that way that makes him feel naked and vulnerable in the Hydra chair, like he’ll do anything he’s told. “You can count on him. You can count on each other.”
And then Bucky does what he promised himself he wouldn’t do: he yanks Steve to him with the full force of his vibranium hand and smashes his forehead to Steve’s. He’s here now. They’re here together, and he just can’t help himself. Bucky twists his head so he can feel the solid mass of skull beneath the soft, concerned wrinkles of Steve’s skin. He squeezes his eyes tight to blackout any hesitation to say the words “but he’s not you.”
“Buck, he’s--if I don’t come back, he might be all you have. You might be all he has to remember me by--”
“That’s not the sa--”
“Jerk, I’m trying to say something!” Steve’s hand comes up to grip the back of Bucky’s head, and Bucky lets out an involuntary sigh.
“You talk a lot,” Bucky adds quietly, since they are so close Steve can probably read his mind.
Steve pulls away but doesn’t let go. “Then you won’t miss me much.” The words are genuine but entirely flat, unbelievable as the flat earth, unbelievable as what they’ve actually been through. Their whole lives are made up of impossible decisions, unthinkable sacrifices, and Steve--pure and frustrating Steve--is asking Bucky for just one more impossible, unthinkable thing: to let him go on purpose, to let this be the end of the line.
“I don’t know who I am without you.”
“Who were you with me. You are lovable, funny, steadfast, broody Bucky. That’s who you are whether I’m here or not.”
The bubble of molten fear rises in his throat, causing Bucky’s next words to pop, wet and muted. “Please don’t leave me.”
They really are almost inaudible, but he knows Steve can hear them. They can hear each other’s heartbeats, hear the tensing fibers of muscle all over each other’s bodies, feel the gusts of air release from each other’s lungs.
Steve is oddly stiff. He’s thinking. Bucky’s begging has made him think twice, and somehow this is the most important moment in their relationship: he might actually be chosen. Not just mourned, not just protected, but chosen at the things above all else. Steve’s face is inscrutable, but there’s hope in his hesitation.
A third hand grabs Bucky at his metal shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” Sam Wilson says softly behind him, “I’ve got him.”
Steve doesn’t look at Sam right away, but he releases Bucky from his iron grip and shifts backward. When he finally moves his gaze over, just past Bucky’s eye-line, to offer a small, sweet smile. “I know. I’m trusting you.”
It’s not the delivery Bucky expected. Steve isn’t acknowledging a handoff of responsibility, no. Steve isn’t saying a goodbye like he is to Bucky, no. Steve is threatening Sam. Steve is saying in three little words that he will come back if Sam fucks up. He’s saying that Bucky is the priority. He’s actually saying that Bucky is equal to all of mankind for all time.
These are not the three little words Bucky thought he would value the most in life.
They’re better.
So when Steve steps closer to that weird-ass voodoo platform, Bucky knows that Steve really is taking all the stupid with him because until the end of the universe, until the end of time, if Bucky does do anything stupid, Steve’s coming back to whoop his ass.
Bucky promises not to do that though...to protect all mankind, for all time, which isn’t such a bad motivator after all.
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marederia · 2 years
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☞ About Romeo + Juliet ‘s hidden jewels
The lyrics are taken from a famous essay — written in 1997 by Mary Schmich, a columnist with the Chicago Tribune
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
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