#REVIVING MY FOOD GIFS AGAIN LOL

[taintandviolent]

Leftovers. (Jimmy Darling x fem!Reader)

Summary: Your friend hosts little parties, and insists that you should take advantage of the real reason you all get together -- Jimmy Darling. You weren't interested in sharing, so you catch him on sales duty one hot weekend in July and take things into your own hands.

1.9k! warnings: smut!!! mentioned infidelity, oral sex/blowjobs (male receiving), oral fixation technically, food mention and uuhhh.. I think that's it!

Ao3 link here! 18+ below the cut!

tags: @zabelcolin @kaismanwich @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @r-3tro @kaissweetlamb @twinkiemaximoff @redwoodghost @nova-kayne67 @jspehquinn [ask to be added!]

“He’s great…. They sure aren’t pretty to look at, but they feel so good! You ought to try it!”

“I picture them every time now!”

“He comes every Thursday, Y/N.” Becky shook the spoon aggressively, dropping a heavy scoop of ambrosia salad onto your plate. “He’s here for hours,” she tittered. “There’s so many of us girls who need… livening up. It’ll be such a shame when he leaves town…”

The prongs of your fork poked holes in the sticky, white collection of fruit, whipped cream, and marshmallows as you considered Becky’s statement. Livening up, you thought. What a concept. I don’t need livening up. I need a full-on revival.

“Y/N?”

“Huh!?” You blinked.

“Did you want to visit the Lobster Boy? We are paying him, after all.”

“Oh! No, that’s alright, Becky.” Your calves burned, aching to get up and run down that hall, but something didn’t quite sit right with you. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was that Becky was always first and last to see him, and the resentment that boiled deep within your core for everything she had was souring the experience. You weren’t going to beg for scraps like a raccoon in the yard. You scraped up a forkful of ambrosia, shoving it into your mouth.

He’s probably not even that handsome.

Exactly thirteen minutes later, you saw how very, very wrong you were.

He emerged from the warmly lit hallway, one glove tucked under his arm as he manoeuvred the other one on. He leaned his hips to the side, avoiding the back of the sofa, and paused to make eye contact with you. He seemed to consider your face, committing to memory the way his eyes swept over every feature; your eyes, your lips, the soft curve of your chin as it led into your jaw and down your neck…

“I didn’t see you back there, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned, almost matching the burgundy of his shirt. “Oh, no I… well, I’m here for… I was… I don’t have any tea at my house, and Becky always has the newest Tupperware. I’m…. It’s….”

His warm laugh interrupted your stammering, which you were glad for. “You ain’t makin’ any sense, but you’re pretty enough that I believe it.”

As he headed out the door, the entire living room was a choir of “Bye, Jimmy!”

You’d finally had enough. Enough of your bleak, pathetic encounters with your fiancé, staring lifelessly at the ceiling while he orgasmed too quickly, and always with his eyes closed. Your fiancé, who you were almost certain spent most of his late nights in the hands of the office's secretary Joanne. Your fiancé who, despite your ceaseless pleas, never wanted you to pleasure him.

That one encounter with Jimmy Darling, better known by his ‘freak’ name, Lobster Boy, had been enough to lead you directly into temptation. By the time you’d made it to that field on the outskirts of Jupiter, the air was thick and sweltering, and the back of your dress was already damp with sweat.

“Well, look who it is.” He shifted his weight, bringing the metal chair forward again. The boyish way he grinned up at you sent a stream of arousal coursing through your core. “You here for the show?”

With one finger, you slid two bills — both of them twenties — carefully towards him. With both hands now free, you pulled the nearly finished (and quickly melting) popsicle from your mouth, pointedly sweeping it back and forth over your plush bottom lip. Jimmy’s dark eyes followed as it left sticky, glistening trails that plagued his mind with thoughts he knew damn well he shouldn’t have been thinking. 

“Our show ain’t forty dollars, doll.” He cleared his throat, refocusing. “Ain’t even twenty.”

You flattened your tongue, sliding the popsicle along the length before answering in a whisper. “Good to know, but I’m here for you.”

Jimmy raised his brows, confused. Once you caught his gaze, you held onto it for dear life, deepening it, winding him as far as you could until the implications were plainly written out for him. He swallowed hard, and the wooden chair creaked in protest as he shifted again. You tossed the red-stained popsicle stick into the tall grass.

He looked behind him to the main tent, then back at you, leaning forward to speak in a whisper. “Listen babydoll, I don’t…. I don’t really do that. It can attract the wrong attention for the show.”

“Oh, please…” You drew your bottom lip underneath your top lip in a pout, pleading with your eyes. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Thursday. I won’t say a thing, I swear.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N…” you whispered.

Taking you by the wrist, he led you to the right of the main tent, around the back and through a small patch of the field where the grasses had been trodden down with continued visits. Clutching his hand firmly, you ducked around a dirty white canvas tent. There was something rigid inside because Jimmy leaned back against it before yanking you into his arms.

His hands slid up the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivering chills down your spine. The way he kissed you had you melting into him — his skin was warm and sun-kissed, and underneath the sweetness, he tasted faintly of liquor. He inhaled through his nose, and dropped his hands to your hips, gathering your dress up at the sides.

You pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Do you ever finish with them?”

He shook his head. “Nah, they ain’t there to get me off.”

“Well, I am….” As you sank to your knees, your hands trailed down the soft cotton of his shirt and came to rest on the hem of his pants. Jimmy’s brows knit together, and he placed his fist under your chin, urging it up.

“Now, hang on… you paid me forty bucks to get me off?”

You’d hoped this wouldn’t happen, though, underneath all the layers, you knew it would probably come up. Heaving a sigh, you gaze at the grass beneath your knees, focusing hard on all the little blades. Some were bright green while others had shrivelled up and died, having turned a depressing shade of brown.

“I…. I did. My husband, I just know he’s not being faithful, and…. He never lets me touch him. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Unless it’s for a quick… y’know.”

Your confession was met with silence, but Jimmy’s hips pressed into the underside of your wrist.

“Baby… look at me.”

You lifted your eyes and met his.

“You’re too pretty to beg for a man’s attention… should be the other way around. In fact,” he growled. “I’m just about ready to start beggin’ for you, especially after that little popsicle stunt you did.”

A flustered gasp caught in your throat. “What? What did I do!?”

As he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pressing heavily into it, Jimmy let out a chuckle. “Comin’ to the ticket booth with a popsicle in your mouth and nothin’ to catch the runoff. It’s the middle of summer… it’s hotter than a June bride in a feather bed. That thing was meltin’ all over you.”

“It’s hot…. You said it yourself. Can’t a lady enjoy a cool treat in the summertime?.”

He nodded slowly, sliding his thumb past your teeth and onto your tongue. “Sure, sure.”

Jimmy was a bright man, he knew as well you did that had been planned. He didn’t seem to mind, though. You closed your lips around his digit, sucking gently as you unbuckled his belt, sliding the strip of leather carefully through the loops. Now undone, the two triangles of fabric fell apart, revealing white cotton, which did little to hide the outline of his quickly hardening cock. You hummed in pleasure, reaching forward to stroke it. Jimmy bucked his hips into your hand, demanding more pressure.

The growing wet spot in the fabric delighted you, and you grazed your thumb over it repeatedly, pulling a melody of hisses and muffled moans from him. You looked up. His head was leaned against the tent, droplets of sweat descending from his hairline, ribboning their way down his neck.

You took hold of the elastic and yanked it down to free his cock. The veins were full, the tip flushed and wet. For once, you felt what it was to be wanted, to be craved. His arousal was in your hands… literally.

Making sure his briefs didn’t slide back up, you kept hold of them and gripped him with your right hand, smearing the pre-cum into your palm. Your hand slid up and down, slowly at first, before you opened your mouth, and took him in. 

Almost immediately, you felt his body tense up. His conjoined fingers curved around the back of your head, holding you tight to where you were. His lips parted, allowing a groan to vibrate his throat. “Oh my god, Y/N….”

You bobbed your head back and forth, pressing your tongue along his shaft as it slid in and out. His breaths quickened and deepened.

“Jimmy?! Jimmy, is that you?”

Gripping the base tightly, you pulled his cock from your lips, a string of pre-cum and saliva stretching out before it snapped against your chin. Taking care to remain silent, you swallowed down the sticky accumulation in your throat, then inhaled a quiet breath.

“Bette?” He exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut. The way his chest heaved, you could tell he was doing everything he could to keep his breathing steady. “Yeah! I’m just lookin’ for somethin’! I gotta fix somethin’ on my bike!”

“We can help you look! Can’t we, Dot?” Bette cooed, her sing-song voice begging more than asking.

“I’d rather not. His eyes work just fine…” Dot bit back.

“No! It’s alright, it’s uh… it’s a mess back here, I don’t want you beautiful girls hurtin' yourselves!”

You peered up at Jimmy with a smirk crossing your lips. The only sound was that of the muggy breeze as it rustled through the grass, but eventually, you heard the softer voice mutter words of defeat as the sound faded away.

You took Jimmy back into your mouth, sucking hungrily. Although the heavy hand of arousal was making it hard to think, you worked harder to commit all the details of this sensation to memory. You’d remind yourself of the pliable warmth of his skin and his tip, paired with the swollen density of his shaft, and while your husband let out ugly, piggish grunts, you’d remember the way Jimmy Darling moaned your name and exhaled the most erotic breaths you’d ever heard.

His hand made a fist in your hair as his hips started bucking speedily into you. You relaxed your throat, letting him hit the back of it as he saw fit. A hot viscid liquid filled your mouth in spurts, coating your throat as it slid down. Jimmy pumped every last bit, murmuring, and whispering broken praises as you swallowed. 

Carefully, you pulled him from your mouth and ran your ring finger up your chin, collecting a droplet. Jimmy finally returned from whatever nirvana you’d sent him to, and stuffed his spent erection back into his pants, before huffing out a satisfied breath. You watched, enchanted, as his fingers worked as well as they would if they were normal.

“You’re curious, aren’t you?” He asked suggestively, holding his hand up between your bodies. He brought the thick segments together in a pinching motion, watching as your eyes danced over every inch. “C’mooon… you wanna’ know what these fingers feel like. The way you’re lookin’ at ‘em…”

“Maybe next time, Jimmy Darling. Maybe next time.”

#there's no point to this other than wanting to give Jimmy the gluck gluck 3000 behind a circus tent??? what do you want me to say #Jimmy Darling #AHS Freakshow #American Horror Story #American Horror Story Freak Show #Jimmy Darling x reader #Evan Peters x Reader #jimmy darling smut #ahs amut #american horror story smut #myfics

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Inspired by this video

IMAGINE, You and your friend are playing a game which whoever loses would have to propose to a stranger. Story made short-- you lose, your friend laugh his ass off in your misery. You are a person of your word so you went and grab the candy ring that your friend says is the ring for the proposal (still laughing like a lunatic) and went outside to look for the first stranger you see. (So you get this damn game over with.)

Strangely no one is around until you hear someone walking.

"hiiro you better look where you going--"

"it's ok aira--"

You want to kill yourself as you see the first person. A cute tall guy with red messy hair. You felt so bad and cringe to the max you felt you died and revive over and over again. Your mind work fast to think it a sentence as you felt your friend who's recording the whole thing from the window of his house (where you two played the silly game) laughing his off again. But since the other friends of this "hiiro" isn't near yet. This would be great!

"excuse me." You run toward the stranger. "Oh, hello there. What can i--" he stop from his jagging as he stared at you with a wide smile, you felt guilty to your bone. It's not like his going to believe this shit.

"I know it's odd but I have fallen in love with you at first sight. I thought the world was a dark place but your my light in this dark world the moment I see you turn from that corner.... Would you like to be my significant other? I know it's fast development but I can wait too... But I really love you... *Fake tears." You somehow says those with a straight and honest as you can be. You went on your knee to offer a ring, which is a candy ring to him. He look confuse as heck but since your giving him something he accept it. It's food give the dude a break. "Ah... Sure--" he was about to finish his reply but his friend who just walk out of the corner who saw the, sight scream. "Hiiro wait up ---KYAAA A PROPOSAL IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!" and says some idol shit and bluh bluh you don't understand, probably hiiro think the same as you.

"NVM IM SORRY TO BOTHER YOUU." you quickly run away in embarrassment because someone else sees you did that. You went back to your friend who's haft dead from laughing already in the floor. You kicked his side which made him groan in pain but still laugh as a response.

...

"hiiro!! hiiro!!! who is that!!!???" Certain unit leader of alkaloids is being questioned while being shaken by aira Shiratori. They have return back to their dorm as aira need a private room to question this friend of his who have lucks in the world to rain upon him. He have a looks, the talent, the brain. Now a girl who probably his s/o behind their back propose to him in board daylight?!

"nom. Nom. Idk." Hiiro says as he noms the candy ring. He never eat sweets from the city before and it's a good kind too! "They said they "fall in love with me" and want me to be their "significant other" ." he casually says this which made the other two who was watching the scene on their own corner stared at hiiro. " What? Is there something wrong? Sorry I don't understand city people common sense." He added.

"oh my, hiiro is quite the charmer indeed to have those situations to happen to him." Mayoi quietly commented.

"so what's your reply." Tatsumi ask him. He think that it's probably those silly trend with kids those days.

"you don't accept right?" Aira start to shake Hiiro. He don't know if idols are allowed to date or be married in their agency so it's better be safe than being in the bottom of the food chain again.

"... What does that mean if I did?" He innocently ask

"hiiro it mean your going to have to marry them." Mayoi joked even through he knows it's probably a prank. "Significant other mean is asking you to be their wedded partner for life. Husband or legal lover... A partner to start a family..." He added which made things worse.

"oh! I see! I see!" Hiiro eyes suddenly have a determine look as he stood up ready to leave.

"wait wait where are you going!?" Aira and mayoi now worries as they forget hiiro have different common sense than others.

"to my brother!" He says with a determination.

" Ahmm I'm afraid to ask why already... Imsosorryimmadethesituationworse..." Mayoi suddenly went to his corner to grow mushrooms as an idea why hiiro would go to his delinquent of a brother after hearing what he said

"to tell him that I'll bring new addition to our family! Dad would be proud!" He sparkle and shined as he says those, which almost blind mayoi.

"GAHHHH YOUR INNOCENT MIND KILLING MY SOUL " (mayoi)

"HUUUH?????" Aira cannot believe this bitch. And hiiro is gone before he can argue that it's probably a prank or a joke.

...

Hiiro indeed told his older brother about the news, Rinne at first choke on his drink his drinking before he hold a laugh but cant bare to laugh at his cute little brother face as he show him the candy ring he already eaten as proof. His unit mate behind him is laughing silently at hiiro through which made rinne to shoot them a warning look. No one is allowed to laugh at his brother even through he act dumb.

He did what good older brother would say: you have to chase your run away s/o before their old pops die, to bring home!

Which made the already worse misunderstanding worse than it's already is. And that moment you sneeze on your part time job on a local podcast station. You college ask if your fine and you said yes. You don't realize your life won't be fine anymore since that very day.

A/N am I high when I write this? Yes. Probably

#ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #ensemble stars alkaloid #alkaloids #hiiro Amagi #hiiro amagi x reader #amagi hiiro x reader #aria Shiratori #mayoi ayase #tatsumi Kazeheya #rinne Amagi

[softbtsickies]

Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay

Finally have free time and wanted to revive my account (though though I don’t think I’ve ever been constant enough to say this has ever been a active account lol)

but anyways I found this draft from last year, I think I was going to go in a different direction but I’ve have lately been thinking of Seokjin being the type of caretaker to make things go as smoothly as possible and trying to make throwing up be as calm as possible for the sickie so decided to use this and added a start and a somewhat ending :)

♡ Sickie: Taehyung

♡ Caretaker: Seokjin

♡Warnings: Emeto, food mentions, not really a proper ending,

Enjoy :)

Taehyung thinks he can hear the laughter of both his members and the film crew downstairs below him, but he can’t bring himself to concentrate, as the pressure that’s been building up in his stomach all night has started to bring another feeling alongside the pressure. A clash between a thick nausea and an ache that makes him confused to if his stomach is making him throw up or if his dinner is just sitting, not moving.

You could never tell with his stomach if it actually has a reason to hurt him or if it’s throwing a fit over something it doesn’t like. Maybe dinner had coconut in it? Taehyung swore that he could possibly taste just the tiniest lick of it in his mocktail and his stomach seems to treat foods it doesn’t like as they are some bug, that what ever was inside needed to be removed immediately and even once gone his head will stick be stuck over a bucket for hours or one time even a couple of days just because it was a little too sensitive to let certain Ingredients make it passed the digestion phase.

Taehyung whines again feeling his stomach churn again with a small growl, mean he could just go get one of the hyungs and whine to them his ‘tummy hurts’ and that he wants to be comforted. Yet every time he feels himself about to get up, the thought of interrupting filming for what could be a false alarm crosses his mind or his stomach gives a little grumble in warning, the best he can do to comfort any unease is to pull his pillow tighter to his stomach. It would be nice if at least his body let him fall asleep but every time he feels his eyes start to drift shut his stomach flutters and sends up a small wave of reflux that feels more and more closer to bringing food up with it and he fears the prospect of falling asleep and vomiting in his sleep.

Taehyung doesn’t lift his head at all when he hears the door open, he lets the start of the words ‘I’m just tired’ form but a sudden squeak and dip with the weight of the bed makes his stomach dip with it, and it’s only natural for his body to curl up tighter. He feels nails starts to scratch smoothly from the bottom of his neck all the way over the arch in his back and down to his hips a couple of times before the person speaks up, “You’re not feeling well, Voo.”

Taehyung goes to say something, but his own stomach beats him to it, gurgling softly but still homing a sound of being upset. Seokjin let’s out a half amused laugh before letting his nails rub up Taehyung’s spine to neck and up to his scalp again leading to him brushing Taehyung’s fringe out of his eyes when the said member shifts uncomfortably, so his head is not hidden into the pillow and his eyes are meeting Seokjin’s warm ones. “It’s just a stomachache.” Taehyung’s voice breaks at the end, feeling his entire middle clench in, mouth watering with an uneasy taste spreading throughout the back of his mouth to his throat.

Seokjin makes a small a noise of acknowledgement and continued to run his nails song his back as they sit in silence for a couple of seconds until Taehyung’s stomach rolls again, embarrassing loudly, “Maybe it’s a bit more than that.”

“I know” Seokjin simply says.

Seokjin’s hand slips under Taehyung’s sweater and lands on his waist with his fingers getting closer to his tummy, “Voo do you want me to-“

“Please do” Taehyung cuts him off already knowing what he’s suggesting and feels his Hyung’s hand move onto his stomach, stroking circles around his lower ribs to mid-stomach. He can hear Seokjin make a small noise of sympathy, feeling the bloat in Taehyung’s belly that brings the blush back to his cheeks.

Taehyung’s stomach flips again against Seokjin’s hand with a small low moaning noise, and Taehyung squirms before burping softly. “Tae?”

“I’m okay, I swear.”

“You didn’t say you were fine earlier.”

“No, I said I think It's more than a stomach ache, not that I’m not fine.”

“But it distracted you for a second.”

“Wha-oh” it’s true he wasn’t thinking about his tummy’s churning for a second, long enough to relax his blush at least.

Seokjin smiles at him that it worked, but it doesn’t seem to have a lasting effect as Taehyung’s starts to heavily taste his dinner again with the saliva rushing into his mouth. He squirms in attempt to curl up tighter, but Seokjin’s hand stops him “relax, it’s okay,” he moves his hand back up to Taehyung’s crown and rubs his curls. “We’ll just go to the bathroom and get it over with.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “don’t wanna” then groans at how bad it makes him feel to do that.

“Alright, we can stay in bed and get a bin Voo, don’t even have to get up.” Taehyung really wants to say again he doesn’t want to, but another rumble travels from the pit of his gut and up his chest into a wet burp, and he has no choice to. “…okay.” He begins to sit up but feels a nausea induced head spin and slump a little, holding the pillow even closer to his turbulent tummy. “It’s okay, see you can even continue to hold the pillow, can you sit for a moment for me” Seokjin puts a hand under Taehyung’s head and the other around his chest and helps him sit up and lean against the wall and Taehyung groans in response. His head slumps forward with the urge to vomit making the saliva feel thicker inside his mouth.

“You’re doing great, Tae.” Seokjin quickly but with care, gets off the bed to not make it spring up and reaches for the small trash bin in the room before getting back on the bed and holding it under Taehyung’s mouth who burps softly again and spits up a small mouthful of spit.

“It’s okay, nearly there, just got to get through the hard bit, and you’ll feel better.” Taehyung wants to reply, saying he feels like being sick won’t be enough, but like a pattern, he can’t bring himself to speak. It’s the feeling of his stomach staring to shoot up on the inside and clenching In when it should be sticking out is getting overwhelming, but if he looses his breath he’s worried about choking.

“Taehyung, TaeTae, Voo it’s okay, breath yeah, ready nearly there.” Taehyung doesn’t have a choice, his mouth it’s getting warmer and with a long moan of his stomach it clenches in hard enough to make him gag and his body clearly wants his dinner out. As soon as the gag is finished, he’s already bringing up more than a mouthful worth of hot, semi digested dinner. Taehyung tried to breathe after that, but even more comes out this time and a little out his noise.

“There you go, doing so well, Voo!”

The sounds of Seokjin’s comforting words and Taehyung’s heaves start to blend in, and Taehyung doesn’t even know he’s finished vomiting until Seokjin coos at him and starts to dab around Tae’s mouth.

“There we go Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay” he smiles softly when Taehyung has the courage to finally look up. “There you are,” Seokjin pulls the tissue away, “We will take a minute to catch our breaths, and we’ll go get some water and wash your mouth out okay Voo?”

Taehyung just looks at Seokjin for a couple of seconds and with a small blink he nods.

“Good, you did so good, Tae.”

And he does feel like he did good.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick!taehyung #sick Taehyung #caretaker!seokjin #Care taker Seokjin #bts sick fic

[amirsirwrites]

Hi is me again XD

My mind just have another request, idk if this idea is comfortable for you and rules for request...

Like reader death right in front of Yoru, when both thought all agent in omega earth are retreat but some agent on that omega use sniper shoot at long range, Yoru is obsessed with reader's death, his days without a reader

Thanks and have a nice day

Sorry for my bad english 😢

Heyy, elivux! Finally finished your request, sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy reading it! :)

Yoru loses you 💔

P.S : For this story to work, we're just gonna say that Sage is unable to revive people.

Requested

Yoru x GN!reader

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“You were great out there, darling,” Yoru came up beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist, kissing you on the cheek.

You giggled, kissing him back, “I could say the same for you, Mr Handsome.”

The other agents gave an eyeroll and chuckled at your ‘sappy’ displays of affection. Despite it being only a few lovey-dovey words and actions, it meant a lot to you. Yoru was totally against any kind of PDA when you two first started dating but now, a year later, here he is proudly showing everyone how much he loves you with petnames and kisses.

Jett gave you a playful punch on the shoulder, “Get a room, lovebirds.”

You smiled bashfully and gave Jett a little push in return.

Today was yet another successful mission on Ascent. It had lasted quite a while so you were all thankful it was over. 

Brimstone clapped his hands together, announcing loudly, “Alright, everyone. You know what comes now. R-”

“Routine site check,” you all simultaneously interrupted Brimstone with a sigh.

He laughed, shaking his head, “You know me too well. Let’s see.. I can take A site, Jett and Chamber can go B site, and of course, the lovely couple will go mid together.”

With that, you headed your separate ways. Yoru intertwined his fingers with yours and you made your way from Spawn to mid. Although site check is, by nature, a very boring and tedious job, doing it with each other was pleasant. 

You two walked at a leisurely pace, enjoying each other’s presence in a peaceful silence. If this was in the first few weeks of your relationship, both you and Yoru would be glancing at each other with blushing faces, giggling awkwardly if your eyes met.

Yoru squeezed your hand lightly to grab your attention.

“Hey, Y/n. How about we do something tonight? You, me, alone in my room with some nice food and a terrible but funny movie?” Yoru smiled, giving you a small wink.

You replied, “Sure! Don’t forget - I’m picking the movie this time. I already got one in mind and it is absolutely horrible.”

He nodded and chuckled softly, bringing your hand up to his mouth to give you a light kiss on your knuckles. 

Pausing at the entrance to the courtyard, you both looked around for a moment. 

“I’ll take the left side and you can take the right, that alright with you?” 

You hummed back as an agreement.

Yoru gave you a quick pat on the head and headed off to his side while you went to yours. It was probably going to be uneventful as always. I mean, out of all the times you’ve done site check, no Omega agent has ever stayed behind so why would one now?

Going as fast as you could, you checked all the possible areas someone could be hiding at, which includes the buildings in the area. It only became mandatory to check the buildings and rooms on all sites a few weeks ago after an Omega agent was seen trying to sneak into one to hide. Although it’s for safety, which is a good thing, it was irritating to have to check so many places. 

‘That should be everywher-’ 

Your line of thought was interrupted by a sound somewhere around you and you took your gun from your side swiftly.

It sounded like some light footsteps but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it came from. Looking around yourself with uncertainty, you bit the inside of your cheek. 

‘Maybe I’m just hearing things… It’s been a long day.’

With a final glance around the area, you hesitantly headed back out to the courtyard. You couldn’t get that little sound from just now out of your head. Perhaps you were just paranoid but still… would your mind really just imagine the sound?

You pushed it to the back of your mind and instead focused on your boyfriend who was walking out of A tree. He gave you his usual lovely smile when he saw you and your worries faded away with it.

Yoru made his way down the steps of the catwalk.

He glanced up at you again and froze.

For a split second, you saw his face contort with a look of horror then came the deafening and familiar sound of a bullet from behind you.

Then everything went black and you were gone.

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… 

"Yoru…" 

He shook his head, clutching your limp body tighter. 

“No. They'll wake up any second now. Y/n will wake up and smile and say it's just some sick joke,” he whispered against your neck. 

Sage kneeled down and hugged him tightly. 

Yoru whimpered, leaning into Sage's embrace, “Please tell me you can heal them..”

She said nothing, her breathing getting shaky and her hold around Yoru getting tighter. After a few moments, she pulled away and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“It- It’s been nearly five hours, Yoru. It’s time,” Sage spoke, her voice wavering.

He pressed his forehead against yours and held your hand, wanting to scream when he felt the coldness of it. Hugging you with trembling hands, Yoru cried softly into your neck, his tears running down against it. 

His throat burned as he desperately tried to control his pained sobs.

Sage whispered, “Just.. A few more minutes.”

She left the room, leaving Yoru to grief alone.

~~~~~~

“Hey, Yoru. I’m coming back to base soon, just finished this mission. Oh! Something really funny happened just now. Oh man, my stomach still hurts from laughing earlier. I’ll tell you all about it when I reach base. Love you.”

Replay it again. 

“Love you.”

And again and again.

Yoru lives in the memories of you, of your voice, of your photos. Everything about you.

It’s the only thing keeping him sane these days. 

Most days, he lies in bed with sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, holding one of your shirts close to his chest while he scrolls on his phone - looking at pictures of you, listening and watching to videos of you and reading back your old text messages. 

The few times when he does go out of his room, he hangs around your favourite parts of base. Sometimes, he still sees you walking around the place. 

Yoru tries his best to avoid the other agents, especially Cypher. He had never told anyone which Omega agent had taken your life. Everyone assumed it was because he doesn’t know, but he does.

He really wishes that he never saw who did it though.

Everytime he sees Cypher, he is so consumed with rage and sorrow, barely being able to breathe and think straight. He feels terrible about the impulsive thoughts he gets about torturing Cypher, making him feel the increasing pain that he does every single day he is forced to live without you, but what can he do? 

It’s just unfortunate that the Omega agents share their faces and names.

Although every day is hell for Yoru, there are days that are even worse than hell. Those days are the ones where he sees you in his sleep, smiling and laughing along with him. It’s nice at first, but then he has to wake up and remember that you’re not there anymore, an empty space beside him in your place.

During those days, all he can bring himself to do is wrap himself in the covers of his bed and cry quietly, his tears staining your shirts.

He doesn’t eat much now either, having lost his appetite due to the constant sinking feeling in his chest. The others, mostly Sage, Jett and Phoenix, make sure to get him fed by bringing food to his door. It hasn’t been working well. He’s clearly lost weight.

It pains them to see him like this but there’s not much they can do. 

The last time they tried to drag him out of his room and to the dining area, Yoru broke down crying. They felt terrible and spent the next few days trying to make it up to him by offering him his favourite snacks and whatnot. 

Regarding your death, there was a grave site constructed for you. 

Yoru doesn’t think about going there too often. After all, the things and places you held dear to you are all somewhere in his room, not at some manmade grave in the garden of the base. Sure, he admitted that it was a nice thing to do for you. Maybe it would even bring him some peace to visit it, but right now, he couldn’t bare to even think about it.

The thought that he might one day be completely fine with the fact that you’re not there scared him. Moving on? It feels selfish to him, unthinkable. But at the same time, he wants the pain to go away. All the pain to go away. 

Here he lies in his bed, late at night once again, mindlessly touching the now empty spot on his bed which you always used to lie on. 

He’d give up everything in his life to get you back.

But he knows it’s not possible.

He closes his tired, red-stained eyes and whispers so softly that he barely hears himself, “I love you, Y/n.”

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[mariesocuniverse]

SWF Clip

Mae visits the set of Street Woman Fighter

Time: 2021

During a break during filming, Taeyong gotten a call from his manager. The dancers couldn’t hear much from where they were, but considering how quickly he moved, they assumed it was important.

The groups just conversed amongst themselves until they heard a rustle coming from behind the cameras.

“Who’s that?” 

A small figure in a black hat can be seen trailing after Taeyong, holding onto to a few plastic bags.

“Mae brought snacks!” Taeyong said, pushing the girl to the front. Mae glared at him before bowing to the other dancers.

“Hello I’m NCT’s Mae!” Mae said smiling nervously, “I know everyone has been working hard, so I brought everyone snacks.”

“She’s so cute.” Honey J from Holy Bang said, watching as the girl hand out food and drinks to everyone. She felt her energy revive the entire room.

“She’s the same age as Yell, right?” Leejung Lee asked, which Yell nodded. When Mae went to YGX’s corner, she quickly waddled towards the girl. 

“I’m actually a big fan of Yell,” Mae said shyly, gesturing to the B Girl,” I saw her when I was visiting Jisung during Dancing High so...”

 Yell’s eyes widened, not expecting the confession. Then again, she did recall a girl visiting Jisung during the show so it must’ve been her. Yell was going to thank you for the comment until someone called out to Mae.

“Hey Mae,” Lip J from PROWDMON called out to the girl, overhearing the conversation, “Out of everyone here, who’s your favorite dancer?”

Mae froze at the sudden question. Taeyong laughed as he saw all the other dancers try to appeal themselves to the girl. 

“Sorry, but BoA sunbaenim has my heart.” 

BoA smiled at the girl and sent her a smile, causing her to smile. The groups sighed in disappointment but they couldn’t blame her, considering some of them had BoA as their inspiration in the first place.

“Mae-ah if you need a place to stay if being an idol doesn’t work out, you can join us!” Gabee from La Chica said, pointing to her group. 

“I will work hard for NCT!” Mae said, bowing towards the teams.

“She’s so cute, what should we do?”

Mae continued handing out the food to the teams, with the help of Taeyong carrying the bags.

“Here’s some for you too Daniel-ssi.” Mae said, handing a drink to Daniel, who was standing by the stairs. He nodded gratefully and took a sip from his drink. The two chatted for a bit, talking about how they were fans of each other.

"Daniel-ssi you have to be careful,” BoA said playfully, “She’s already taken.”

Mae sunk to the floor in embarrassment, while Daniel quickly reassured everyone that it wasn’t his intention. The women in the room had teasing smiles on their faces, enjoying the look on Mae’s face. She had the energy of a little sister.

“Actually, Mae has a request for everyone.” Taeyong said, making everyone turn their heads back at the girl in question. 

Mae quickly shuffled to the front so everyone could see her. 

“I was wondering if I could get dance lessons from every group, “Mae asked awkwardly, “ Since I dance for a boy group, I don’t have many opportunities to learn from female dancers.”

“You can always join us!” Hyojin from WANT called out immediately, waving at the girl from her spot. Chaeyeon also sent her a wave, considering the two of them were friends when she was promoting as IZONE.

All the tension in Mae’s body was released when she heard all the other teams agree. It was decided that since Mae had to leave soon for a schedule, they would sort it out with Taeyong and their manager during another break.

“Street Woman Fighter Fighting!” Mae cheered, before quickly moving towards the exit.

A/N:This was rushed so I hope it wasn’t too bad skdlfhd

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Twice Shy

Pairings | Preserum!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings | smut, loss of virginity, fingering, implied oral (m reviving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 2.8k

Summary | you and Steve lose your virginities to each other

Masterlist

Exuberant. If Bucky had to describe the look in his best pal's face, he'd have to use the word exuberant.

When Bucky had suggested the double date, Steve had groaned - long and drawn out - but had relented with a deep sigh. His agreement didn't stop the man from dragging his feet the entire way there, though. A habit that Bucky had come to accept if he was to ever get Steve to meet a dame.

And this one, Steve seemed rather enamoured with. Well, that was an colossal understatement. Steve was completely and utterly besotted with her. The dame was beautiful, even Bucky could admit that. She was the kind of beauty that was often overlooked; it's innocence often snuffed out by the more...sexy girls that filled the dance hall.

Steve's hands rested on your hips, slender fingers curled against the soft fabric of your dress as he slowly swayed with you. You probably looked just as out of place and awkward as him, your hands tentatively rested against his shoulders as your eyes darted about the room.

"Y/n?" Steve mumbled, eyes centred on your lips. Your eyes snapped to his, baby blue calming as you bit your lip.

"Yes, Steve?" You murmured, starting to feel slightly flushed as the boy leant closer.

"Can I- can I kiss you?" Steve pondered, eyes searching your face for the usual disgust or pity that came with that question whenever he asked it. But he didn't find any.

Instead, you nodded. Sure and slow. Steve leant in, a small smile playing on his pink lips as he leant closer. The feeling of them fluttering over your cheek, plump and slightly wet nearly made you swoon. It lingered, his long eyelashes feathering against your skin.

Then, he pulled away. You dropped your hands from his shoulders as you felt your cheeks grow hot and your skin burn deliciously where the kiss still tingled. Steve stepped away from you abruptly, a pink flush spreading from the tips of his ears to under the collar of his shirt.

"Thank you, for teaching me how to dance." Steve muttered awkwardly, finally meeting your eyes with his. You smiled warmly at that.

"It was a pleasure. Goodbye, Steve." You mumbled back as you began to walk away, by Steve's thin hand around yours stopped you. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I hope we can, uh, do this again sometime? Maybe grab some food?" Steve asked, scratching the back of his neck as his body caved in with the nerves.

"I'd love that." You beamed brightly, your cheeks growing even hotter as Steve tentatively lifted your hand to his face and brushed his lips across the back.

"Until next time, then." Steve whispered and you bit your lip.

"Until next time." Then you walked away, and Steve sighed. Something caught his attention, a grinning Bucky out the corner of his eye. Steve breathed a little laugh, but the goofy grin on his face would not go away.

The next time Bucky dragged Steve out with him, you came. And the time after that, the time after, and the time after that. It was their thing now, Bucky often had a new dame on his arm whilst both and you and Steve grew more confident and comfortable around one another.

Cheek kisses were now a common occurrence, as well as Steve's skinny arm wrapped around your waist or his small had grasped in yours. He always had to be touching you somehow in public now, a claim that you were his and that everyone else should back off.

Your ma said it was unusual, that he was a) so skinny and b) that he was so possessive. But you found it endearing, it was just his way of telling others you were already his.

It was that night that Steve finally took you back to their apartment, Bucky having shipped off to England merely a week prior.

It was bittersweet, really. You knew Steve planned signing up again, planned on enlisting. You knew this was going to be his goodbye, his final hurrah with you before he most likely never saw you again.

And quite honestly, you'd made peace with that. The man you'd come to love was perusing what he loved, and even though that didn't seem to be you, you were happy for him.

"So where are you gonna be from this time?" You pondered as Steve fiddled with the key, finally jamming the cool metal into the lock. He hummed as he turned the key, the door sliding open as he tilted his head in thought.

"I was thinkin' Jersey, but I'm not quite sure yet." Steve remarked as he strolled into the small flat, you closely on his heels as the keys were thrown onto a brittle-looking table with a jingling clang. "I just wan' to get out there, ya know? Men like Bucky are riskin' their lives and I'm here, unscathed. It doesn't seem right."

You nodded solemnly, but the bright smile still stayed firm on your lips as Steve led you through the small apartment.

"I just hope I can be in the 107th, you know? Fight with Buck and just make my dad proud." Steve sighed, bordering on dreamily as he flopped down on the sofa - which was clearly in need for some heavy TLC.

You stood awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you as Steve twiddled his thumbs in his lap.

"I just hope that we win, is all." He finished and you gave him a bright smile.

"Well, they won't without you, soldier." You hummed and Steve's baby blue eyes peered up at you through thick lashes.

"You think so?" He pondered and you placed a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Truly. Our country needs a little guy - someone who will fight for those over there rather than those he had at home. As much as we're struggling..."

"There's men dying and no one seems to care." Steve finished your sentence and you nodded.

"Exactly." You muttered as you perched yourself of the sofa beside his skinny frame.

"Can I kiss you?" Steve's low voice mumbled, eyes flicking precariously between your lips and your eyes. Your breathing shallowed, and your heat slipped a beat.

"You know you don't have to ask anymore, soldier." You murmured, turning your face slightly to the side to giving him access to your cheek. But thin fingers grasped your chin in a soft hold, tilting your head back towards Steve as an amused glint flashed in his eyes.

"That's not what I'm asking." Steve's voice rumbled.

"Oh." You paused, hope glimmering in your eyes and Steve couldn't help himself.

His lips were soft against yours, if not a little chapped. It was a little messy, clumsy perhaps, but to you it was perfect. When you pulled away, Steve's lips were spread into a gleeful grin, eyes alight with joy.

"That was..."

"Awful." Steve cut you off and you were both set into spinning fits of laughter. You fell back against the sofa, hands clutched over your stomachs as your wriggled.

"I'm sorry. There are probably better first kisses than me." You said once you began to calm down, wiping the little tear that'd escaped from your cheek.

"You're the only girl I want to kiss." Steve whispered, head lolling to the side to look at you again. You swallowed thickly, eyes finding his lips again - slightly swollen from your disaster of a kiss.

You stumbled back together, knees caving as the backs bumped into the mattress. You and Steve fell together, arms still wrapped around one-another as you both giggled, his lips pecking against yours repeatedly.

You pulled Steve into a longer, deeper kiss - hands cupping his cheeks as his supported himself over you on the bed.

"How should we...start?" You mumbled against his lips, pulling away slightly and opening your eyes to find baby blue gazing down on you lovingly.

"Buck said I need to get you wet? But I'm not sure how I'm meant to, uh, do that?" Steve said doubtfully, both of you bursting back into giggles again as Steve's head dropped to rest in the crook of your neck.

"Maybe you're supposed to use your fingers?" You suggested, lifting a hand and wiggling your fingers. Steve blew a raspberry into your neck as he laughed, your own head through back as you wriggled beneath him with laughter.

The goofiness seemed to cease for a moment as Steve took his head from your neck, meeting your eyes with a soft stare.

"Are you sure about this?" He murmured, eyes loving. You nodded, lip trapped between your teeth.

"Yes." Steve sighed, ducking his head for a moment.

"But are you really sure? I mean, you'd be losing your virginity to, well," Steve looked down at himself, scrawny and small, "me."

You giggled, rubbing your fingers through his blonde locks, manoeuvring them away from his face.

"Of course I want it to be you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't, silly." You expressed, placing a quick kiss to his lips before looking up at the man through your lashes.

"I just need to know you're sure about this, doll." Steve mumbled, gaze burning your skin.

"I'm sure. D'ya know why?" You murmured, and Steve shook his head. "Because I love you." You uttered the words for the first time.

Steve's head snapped up. He couldn't believe it. He never thought he'd ever hear those words falling from a dame's lips, not about him.

"Y-you mean it?" He whispered, voice cracking. You nodded.

"Every word." Steve's heart swelled, his lips spreading gorgeously into a sweet smile.

"I love you too, y/n." Steve beamed, and his lips were on yours again. It was clumsy, sort of messy with inexperience but it was all you wanted in that moment.

Steve's slim fingers began to trail down your body, hiking your skirt around your waist so he could finger the band of your underwear.

"And you're sure about this? We can wait if you're not ready..." Steve asked again, browsed raised.

"Are you sure it isn't you that's not sure? It's fine if you're not Steve, we can wait until you're ready." You countered pulling back from him. Your thumb smoothed over his cheek, a touch that he nuzzled into.

"I'm sure, just a little nervous is all." Steve reassured. You smiled and pecked his lips.

"Wanna know a secret?" You whispered against his mouth and Steve nodded, a small movement. "I am too."

With that you were both laughing again, your legs kicking as Steve's fingers tickled over the inside of your thigh.

"Steve! Steve stop! It tickles!" You panted and gasped through your laughter, Steve's lips curled into something of a triumphant smile against your neck as he slowed his fingers.

"Mmmm, only because I love ya." Steve murmured, placing a kiss to the base on your neck before pulling away enough to help you take your blouse and skirt off.

He froze, ogling your body as his eyes flickered over your brassiere, your heaving chest, your panties, your slightly spread thighs.

"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart." Steve murmured and you giggled.

"C'mere." You mumbled, hooking your fingers into the collar of Steve's shirt and pulling him down on top of you again. He squeaked in surprise, but soon a breathy chuckle was slipping through his lips and onto yours.

You moaned when his fingers tugged down your panties, tracing your lips. He was mesmerised, eyes wide as he watched himself play with your folds.

"Steve!" You moaned when his fingers fluttered over your clit, your thighs snapping shut and your back arching. He pulled away instantly, worry in his beautiful eyes.

"Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" His voice was panicked, filled with the dread of hurting his best girl. You shook your head, taking his hand in one of yours and guiding his fingers back to the same spot.

"No. It felt good. S'good!" You were moaning again, his fingers finding their way over your clit again in little circles.

You pulled away, lips shiny with spit and precum as your tongue smoothed over then. You moaned at the taste of him, Steve's musky sent lingering on your tongue.

"Where did you learn that?" Steve was breathy, voice merely a pant as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His face was red, pleasure still warped over his perfect features as his elbows propped up his thin frame. You smirked, lips curling up as your wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Bucky teaches you about women, Angie teaches me about men." You hummed, placing a chaste kiss to each of Steve's hip bones before crawling over him.

"Well you're very good at it." Steve gasped, eyes sliding shut when he felt your lips on his. You giggled, the laugh flirtatious when you felt his hands on your hips.

He flipped you over, rolling across the bed in the limited space it offered as you both laughed. He placed small pecks all over your face, lips brushing lovingly over your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

You deepened the kiss, lips locking as your arms secured around his neck. Your hips jumped a little when you felt his tip bump your clit, still slightly sensitive from the orgasm he pulled from you with his fingers. You squirmed, Steve smirking against your lips.

"Steve, please, I need you inside me." Your lips formed a round the words desperately as he pulled away. His face dropped into seriousness, eyes glinting with question.

"Are you sure, doll? We can stop if you need to." You loved how sweet he was, how caring he was. You shook your head, lip tucking between your teeth.

"Please." You repeated, hand cupping his cheek as Steve nuzzled against your touch.

"Okay." He brought a hand down, tickling from your throat to your stomach as he did so. You wriggled beneath him, shrieking with laughter as he chuckled.

You settled once he stopped, nothing but love in your eyes as you watched the way the little crease appeared between his brows, which were furrowed in concentration as he lined himself up with you.

You both moaned when he pushed forwards, hips snug against yours as his length filled you up. His size was impressive for his body, the slim man hiding a good 7 inches.

Steve stilled, breath heavy as you panted against each other's mouths. You could feel the stretch, the slight burn tingling through your walls as you whimpered.

"You okay? Should I- should I stop? I can just pull out gently, it's no big dea-" Steve began to ramble worry in his face as he began to sit back, his length slowly sliding out of you.

"No. No, I'm fine. Just, give me a minute?" You mumbled, eyes pleading with his as Steve let himself slide back in to the hilt.

"Yeah, okay. Okay. As long as I'm not hurting you." Steve whispered, placing a delicate kiss to your hair line. After a moment you wiggled your hips, the feeling of Steve's damp lips resting against your slightly-sweaty forehead and his cock seated within you becoming too much.

"You can move now." You mumbled, and Steve smiled.

"You sure, princess?" He double checked, only starting to slide out of you when you nodded again.

The pace was slow, loving. Heavy breaths and pants were shared between open mouths; hair stuck to skin with sweat; broken moans hung low in the air.

"Oh, Steve!" You cried out when his fingers started fiddling with your clit again, your hips attempting to thrust up against his.

"Is that the right spot, sweetheart?" Steve asked, but he clearly knew it was by the way your eyes had disappeared into your skull. He kept up the little ministrations, rubbing until he felt you on the precipice of another orgasm.

"Please, Steve, more." Your demand made him smirk, the man picking up the pace just a little until you were writhing beneath him, hands clutching his small shoulders.

Somehow, it hit you like a ton of bricks, your walls fluttered and Steve's eyes widened. He quickly pulled out, letting his fingers pull you through your release as little white spots speckled your vision.

Steve's other hand moved to his length, rubbing up and down as fast as he could before he was releasing himself onto your stomach, a plane of white on perfect skin.

"Wow." You breathed and Steve couldn't hold back his laugh, the man collapsing on top of you and letting his head rest on your neck.

His laughter vibrates against your skin, your own joining his in a melody of joy as your hands smoothed through his now-damp hair.

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[imaginativeamateur]

[Shikamaru Nara X Reader] Planned

Requested by: @anonymous: Shikamaru asking the reader to move in with him

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x gn!Reader

Note: Thank you for your request, anon. Seriously, I had troubles coming up with the title and plot for so long lol ;DD. I had a really fun time writing this (this is like I dunno maybe the 4th draft?). Enough rambling, enjoy reading!

Your appetite dissipated as soon as you saw the words written on the letter sent out to all renters at your complex, “To restore the facilities of our complex, the monthly rent, therefore, would increase by 15%.”

After the Fourth Shinobi War, you were in no good financial condition. Working for the Council, your paycheck for the next two months was upheld to recover the ruins of the village. You did not regret your decision to give up your salary to help Konoha, but you were unsure how you would even make it through this month.

The number ‘15%’ kept on repeating in your head. You had to hide this from Shikamaru of course, at least for now. He was already busy enough with paperwork, you could not bother him with your problem.

It had been four days of you hunting for a place to stay, yet it was all futile. You banged your head on the office desk after returning from lunch, sleep-deprived and hopeless. You had three more days before the landlord would literally kick you out of the complex, not a lot of time. You were so screwed.

After all your vain attempts, you were contemplating whether to actually tell Shikamaru about your housing issue or not. Maybe he could help you find a place with his position in the Council. You sighed, you decided to see how today would go first, maybe you would tell him eventually, soon.

Then you heard a familiar voice approaching your table. It was Shikamaru stopping by your department before making his way to the Hokage’s office, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you lifted your face and weakly grinned, “on your way to the Hokage?”

He nodded, “You want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” you eagerly replied, momentarily forgot about your nagging burden, “I’ve been craving some noodles!”

Shikamaru smiled wide and smoothed your hair, “I’ll come get you at six.”

After he left, your energy was revived as you stretched your arms up above your head and started your afternoon shift. Then you noticed several colleagues snickering behind, “Y/N, you two look so cute together.”

You blushed, suddenly aware that the whole office witnessed your interaction. Another girl continued, “Why don’t you just ask him to let you move in? You guys have been dating for years!”

Biting your inner cheek, you instantly put down her suggestion with a feigned laugh, “I’ll be able to rent one before I’m kicked out. Besides, we are not that ready to live together, you know.” 

Moving with Shikamaru was an option that never crossed your mind. It was not because you did not love him nor the other way around. But it was just that living together would be on a whole new level of intimacy. And to be honest, you were quite reluctant if your boyfriend would think it was fine. You knew for a fact if you were to tell him about your residency situation, he would immediately pull you under his roof, but it would be... forced. So you decided to wait.

You nodded to yourself, assuring that you would be okay. At least, you could stay at Ino’s for several days and cross your fingers that the blonde would not spill a word to your boyfriend, which was nearly impossible. Again, you sighed.

“How was your day?” Shikamaru questioned after you finished your last slurp of noodles.

“Not so tiring,” wiping the corner of your lips with a tissue, you automatically replied, “I’ve contacted an agency already and I’m going to go see their place tomorrow to see what they have to offer... oh...” 

Oh. You blinked, your mouth was faster than your brain. Great.

You hesitantly glanced at him, trying to find an appropriate reason to cover your mistake, “I meant I scheduled a meeting to see the housing choices that they offer.” The more you talked, the quieter you became, stuttering between your words, “It’s not like I’m going to get kicked out soon, no, actually, I just wanted to move to somewhere... ugh... closer to you? Yeah, I wanted to live closer to your place.”

You gulped, hoping that was a decent scapegoat even though you were sure he saw through your lie in an instant.

“Why do you need to live closer to me when you can live with me instead?”

“What?” You were totally bewildered when the words passed his lips, nearly choking on your water, “Did I hear you wrong?”

“I want you to move in with me, Y/N.”

You lowered your head and stared at your hands under the table, they suddenly felt so small, “Are you sure?”

“Do you think I’m not being serious?” Shikamaru took your hands in his, finger pads grazing across your skin.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just, living together is really... complicated.”

“I've been wanting to tell you this,” he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “Tonight, I, Shikamaru Nara, will take Y/N under his roof, vowing to provide Y/N with an abundance of necessities, including clothes, foods, drinks, free access to a double-sized bed and a bathtub with hot water available at anytime, a perfectly safe shelter and a an intelligent man.” Kami knew he had been practicing the same lines for days not to cringe at the last few words.

You hugged your stomach, laughing at his testament but there were waves of unnamed happiness fluttering deep down, “Why do you sound like a real estate agent trying to lure me to sign a rental contract? And what’s up with the last term?”

He smiled seeing that you had released all the tension he saw in the afternoon, “If you’re still not satisfied, we can amend the contract when you’re officially moved in. By the way, it’s rent-free, you don’t have to worry about any 15% raise.”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as realization dawned upon you, “You knew about the 15% raise?”

He shrugged, “So are you signing the contract?”

Biting your lips, you growled, “So you did know about my struggle for the last few days, huh? And you probably planned this, too! Shikamaru, I swear I w—um...”

Shikamaru quickly pulled you in and captured your lips, “Be quick, I don’t have a lot of patience, dear customer.”

He smirked, his plan finally worked. The truth was he wanted to ask you to move in with him even before the war started but unfortunately, he did not get a chance to do so. After his eyes happened to skim across the budget allocation and saw the name of your complex on the list one week ago with a mention of a 15% raise to restore the infrastructures, a bulb lit in his head. You were not wrong, it was indeed, very well-planned.

You melted in his arms, already decided to say yes but refused to give up on the outside, “When did you know about the raise?”

“You should know I oversee a majority of the budget here, especially during this period.” He deadpanned, “Besides, it doesn’t matter because you have officially signed the contract. You used one of the services.”

“What? I have never said so and I didn’t use any of your services!”

He pointed at his lips, “Do you still remember the last term?”

“That doesn’t count! You took advantage of me!” Your face reddened in embarrassment, shoving him away with a huff, “And why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Shikamaru retreated, scratching his head, “I had to prepare everything before I take you home, sorry for taking so long. I want to make the experience perfect.”

Your eyes softened, “So I guess I can’t no longer back off anymore, yeah?”

A look of confident spread across his features, “And one more thing, if you want to cancel the contract or withdraw or anything, you will be spending the rest of your life stuck, with, me.”

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Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu​ @thenightfallingstar​

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara #shikamaru fluff #shikamaru #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara x y/n #shikamaru imagine #naruto #shikamaru naruto #shikamaru x oc

[calummss]

My Heliotrope | Charlie Sloane

summary: everyone is aware of charlie’s crush on you; maybe the take-notice-board will help him to fess up

words: 1.1K

It wasn’t a secret that Charlie Sloane had a certain fondness for you. You couldn’t deny the corresponding feeling either, even though you weren't too sure. But your parents always taught you, to never settle for the first man that comes and sweeps you off your feet. You’ve known Charlie your whole life. You were born just days apart and spent most of your childhood days playing ‘tag’ and other games with the neighbouring kids of Avonlea. Then you were sent to the same and only school Avonlea had to offer. You value your friendship over everything and secretly hoped it would never cease.

✰ ✰ ✰

‘Y/N!’ you heard your mother outside of your door. ‘Get dressed will you. Charlie’s here.’

‘Coming, mother!’ you yelled back, quickly rummaging through your drawers.

You got dressed in a hurry and sprinted downstairs, almost tripping over your school bag.

‘Charlie, would you be so kind to escort Y/N back home after school?’ your mother exhorted. ‘It’s getting dark early these days and I can’t have my daughter walk home in the dangers the dark has to offer.’

Charlie smiled shyly. ‘Of course, Miss.’

‘Come on, Charlie. I’m ready to go.’ you said as you grabbed his hand and yanked him outside, to save him from your mother.

The walk to the school was quiet yet peaceful. You enjoyed these walks to school. The world was full of colours and shapes to fuel the imagination. Making your way through some fields and parts of the forest, both of you arrived at Avonlea School, already spotting the small white school tower from afar. Charlie held out his hand which you kindly accept and lightly pulled you up the tiny hill, only to be greeted by Billy.

‘If it isn’t the love birds,’ Billy smirked as his two friends stood side by side, backing him up.

‘Keep your mouth shut, Billy. You know that Charlie is not courting me.’ you walked past him with your head held high.

Billy always competed with Charlie for some odd reason. When Charlie got you ribbons to match your dress, Billy gave you matching gloves. You didn’t know why Billy even tried. Shaking those thoughts, you noticed the majority of the class standing at the side of the school wall, mumbling words you weren’t able to make out.

‘What is happening?’ you tilted your head, looking into Charlie’s eyes, who shrugged his shoulders in response.

Curious to know what everyone was gushing about, you made your way through the damp, brittle grass and were greeted by Anne and the other girls.

‘Good morning to you, Miss Sloane.’ Anne chirped as you reached the class.

‘Anne.’ you warned.

You took a second to glance up at Charlie who seemed to feel a little saddened by your response.

‘Why is everyone standing in front of that board?’ you furrowed your eyebrows not understanding the hustle and excitement.

‘Oh that,’ Anne laughed as she turned back to the board you were now able to perceive. ‘According to Miss Pye, years ago there was a ‘Take-Notice-Board’ which was used to stake claim on a person, to let others know of taken people, and it revived with a note about Josie and Billy.’

‘Doesn’t Billy fancy Y/N?’ Ruby joined the three of you.

‘Billy doesn’t like anyone but himself.’ Anne crossed her arms looking annoyed with Ruby’s comment.

‘Hmm,’ you cocked your head to the side.‘Oh look, there’s another one in the far right corner.’ you pointed out.

Gilbert who was standing in front of the board seemed to notice too and read the note out loud.

‘I think that Charlie and Y/N would make a very cute couple. I mean we all know that Charlie fancies her.’

You felt your cheeks go hot with embarrassment and stared at the ground. Charlie however was smiling from ear to ear.

Before there was time to discuss further details, the bell rang and all students gathered inside the classroom to be greeted by Miss Stacy, who had prepared a science lesson. You sat down at your assigned seat and took out all your belongings, quickly glancing to the boy’s side who were mumbling very loudly. You heard someone mention your name and all their heads turned to Charlie and then you. Flustered, you turned your attention back to the blackboard and hoped for this lesson to be over quick. When the bell rang to signalise the end of the lesson you were pulled outside the building to be greeted by Anne, Diana, Ruby, Tillie, Jane, and Josie, who set up a small picnic with the help of Diana’s scarf.

‘So,’ Josie started in a rather meanish-tone but was interrupted by loud voices coming from the classroom.

‘Charlie we all know you like Y/N.’ ; ‘Just do it Charlie! What’s the worst thing that could happen?’ ; ‘Charlie and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-‘

‘As I was saying.’ Josie continued. We should all go to the fair this weekend. I heard they were introducing new games and foods to Avonlea.’

‘That would be a great idea, Josie.’ Anne beamed.

The other girls agreed and you spent the entire break talking about exciting activities to fulfill at the fair.

When the school bell rang once again, you made your way inside but stopped in your track when you saw a bundle of pink-purple flowers sitting neatly on your desk. You minced towards your desk and picked up the flowers to take a sniff of the captivating flowers. Next to the flowers was a small card with black handwriting scribbled onto the rough piece of paper.

For Y/N, my one true love.

You were at a loss for words. Who would send you this romantic gesture. You turned around swiftly and your eyes met Charlies.

‘Charlie, is this your doing?’ you held out the flowers.

He nodded. ‘Yes.’

You looked around the classroom to see everyone staring at you. ‘These are beautiful. What kind of flowers are these?’

‘Heliotrope. I chose to give you those because they symbolise eternal love and devotion.’ he took a step closer to you.

‘Charlie, I, I don’t know what to say.’ you confessed

‘You don’t have to say anything.’ he came even closer and placed his arms on your shoulders.

Feeling a wave of confidence, you raised the balls of your feet and kissed Charlie. It was quick but meaningful.

And maybe the flower was a true symbol of love and devotion. If anything, you just have to find out yourself.

#awae #anne with an e #charlie sloane imagine #awae imagine #shirbert #anne of green gables #josie pye #jane andrews #tillie boulter #ruby gillis #amybeth mcnulty #green gables #period drama #charlie sloane

[lizziesfirstwife]

Tony Stark falling in love with assistant!reader would include

Note: not requested, but my requests are always open. Didn't proof read this, so be gracious with me... Anyways, enjoy this lovely Tuesday!

Warnings: Swearing, age difference, sex mentioned if you squeeze your eyes, mention of emotional manipulation, slightly pepper potts slander (nothing against Gwyneth), kinda 16+, f ! reader

Being the first woman since Pepper who he ever had real feelings for

Even with her, he never felt that welcome

She always made him feel guilty when he even talked to another woman, not talking to him for days after

She even confronted him with his past, and said once, I quote, "It's not my fault that your daddy's dead, no need to cry about it."

So when he broke up with Pepper, after almost 1 year of considering if he really should, and with the help of Natasha, he swore to never have a relationship again

That was until you came

He found it almost ridiculous, but after also firing Pepper from her spot as his assistant, he needed another

Preferably young, in her mid 20s maybe, so that he didn't need to search for another soon

So Tony had to listen to hundreds of applicants why they would be a suitable addition to Stark Industries

At the end he still chose you

The 28-year old woman who didn't even have a master in whatever-was-needed

But at least you knew how to revive a billionaire after he had a heart attack on the street

After he recovered and was released from the hospital after 2 days, he offered you a massive amount of money as hush-money/ reward

You weren't interested though; "It should be normal to safe someone's life, no matter if homeless or wealthy."

A woman that wasn't after his money?

And nice & selfless on top?

A few days after that, your chef from the hairdresser-shop you worked at, suddenly fired you for no reason

And not even one week after you were fired, Tony Stark send you an invitation e-mail to be his assistant

That's how you became a billionaires assistant, without studying something like business

As the days passed and winter came, he became sick more often

And of course, as his assistant you brought him chicken soup and fennel tea, along with a lot of tissues and nasal spray

One little moment gave him the imagination of you being the right one

He was lying in his bed one morning, sneezing and sneezing, feeling vulnerable for having a cold

Damn, he even survived being in the desert with almost no water

But as you stood next to his bed, tucking the blanket under his armpits and feeding him with his soup, he was blown away

You were not even laughing or uncomfortable with giving a sick person food, if not his assistant you would be a great geriatric nurse

On that day, Tony Stark fell in love

To be honest, he was afraid that you would just be as manipulative as Pepper,but by the caring look in your eyes...

He slowly began to give you more time off, letting you have more free time to meet with your friends

You get him a coffee in the city?

Raise.

He would constantly be blown away by your kindness, but he knew that you could be drop dead serious if needed

His crush on you went to the point where he even forbid Bruce to talk about it

Of course with his title as a playboy you were afraid at first when he began to spend more time with you

You just didn't wanted to be one of many one-night stands, just having plain sex with him and then getting fired

His long-term friend Rhodey being the one to encourage you to mirror his efforts on you

And eventually, you would start to smile back when he smiled...

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #Tony stark x assistant!reader #assistant #Crush #Tony stark would include

[thirstystarkey]

Does your pretty face see what he's worth? 🌊 JJ MAYBANK

Requested by: @chinamolina602

Prompt: When JJ left Outer Banks he never in a million years thought about falling in love again, too traumatized from the previous toxic relationships, that was when he met Y/N a fearless girl who ran away to chase her surfer dreams who made JJ gave love a second change, the blond boy’s life took a 360° turn and from a pogue he turned into a surf legend. Returning to Outer Banks for a surf competition he comes across his ex girlfriend, a kook girl who thought he wasn’t enough for her but this time Y/N will teach this girl a lesson while her rockstar boyfriend rides the biggest waves.

THE first time Y/N saw JJ he came through her surf school with two heavy bags and a surfboard along with the paper she previously put out hiring for a surf teacher. She was working on some shell necklaces while some reggie tunes played in the background along with the waves and the chatting from the beaches.

“Is the offer still up?” JJ questioned the girl dropping his bags into the ground. He left everything behind in Outer Banks, taking only the necessary with him and enough money to survive. “I need this job.”

“Well, the offer is pretty much still up.” Y/N placed the shell down while she got up from the high chair she was sitting down during the past half hour. “Let’s see what you got then.” The tanned girl challenged him grabbing her own surfboard.

“N-now?” He asked, taken aback from her sudden proposal.

“Didn’t you said you needed the job?” Y/N grinned. “Show me what you got.”

“Bet.” He followed her to the sand. “Where’s your boss at?” Silly boy she thought.

“You’re looking at her.” She laughed taking off her shorts, getting ready to surf.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly feeling embarrassed.

“I hear that a lot, you didn’t offend my ego.” Y/N winked at him. “Enough talk, time to catch waves.” She ran towards the water and he followed.

After the test both of them came out of the water out of breath. Y/N was mesmerized by how gracefully he moved in the water, so effortlessly. She had to hire him, she knew he could go far from that moment. Y/N saw the potential in him.

“Y/N!” She introduced herself properly, stretching her hand towards the confused boy.

“JJ.” He answered shaking her hand, confused by her smile.

“You got the job.” She said happy and JJ smiled relief.

“Thank you so so much Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He promised.

“Well I hope you won’t.” She said walking with him towards the school. “Here, tomorrow, at 6am.” She told him.

“That’s early.” He said not to happy with the chosen hour.

“You prefer 5am?” She joked.

“No, 6am it’s fine.” He laughed briefly scratching his head.

There he was the next day at 6am on the dot. Y/N was at least surprised when she arrived still a bit sleepy with her other two coworkers, Andy and Bodhi.

“Andy, Bodhi meet JJ.” Y/N introduced the boys. “He will be working with us from now on.” She patted them on the back.

“Hey man!” Bodhi said, oddly happy for that time in the morning. “Let’s catch some waves dude.”

“He’s a little cuckoo.” Y/N giggled watching the boys interact.

At the end of the first lesson JJ was dead. He never thought teaching little kid how to surf could be so tiring, he felt exhausted and the heat of Hawaii leaving him breathless yet he felt this strange overwhelming feeling of freedom. JJ felt like he was born again.

“You can go freshen up if you need, I’ll be here.” Y/N said when they got to the building and he did.

The surf school was a honest small business Y/N got when she came to Hawaii, her upbringing was hard and full of ups and downs. Growing up in a toxic home environment made it hard for her to succeed, she felt depressed all the time so one day in a act of bravery after her mom passed away she packed her bags and left never looking back. This was her home now. Her sanctuary, the place where she found inner peace and true happiness.

Y/N made two smoothie bowls, one for her and one for JJ as she waited for him to come back. She always cared for everyone and due to the extremely hot day she felt that a fresh snack could revive JJ for the next class.

“We don’t get one?” Andy frowned.

“You didn’t teach you don’t get a bowl, cry baby.” Y/N mocked him.

Once JJ returned he sat in front of Y/N still a bit awkward with the new group.

“Here, I made you one.” Y/N handed him one of the bowls.

“Why?” JJ asked confused.

“Because you’ve been in the sun for a long time, you need to eat.” Y/N explained almost mocking him.

“Thank you..” He said slowly taking the bowl into his hands. JJ immediately hummed when he tasted the fruity taste in his mouth which made everyone giggle. “This is good.” He complemented with a mouthful.

“Y/N makes the best smoothie bowls I swear!” Bodhi told, secretly jealous he didn’t get one.

JUST LIKE THAT days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. JJ and Y/N only grew closer to each other, falling deeply for each other. Y/N made JJ feel things he never felt before, he became peaceful. Made new friends. He started over rebranding his name.

At first JJ wasn’t very fond of Y/N’s bubbly personality, her extreme happiness left him wondering the reasons behind it but eventually with time he grew more and more attached to it and realized that it was exactly what he’s been missing for years on end, he craved someone with a soul like hers. To JJ, Y/N was what the poets write about in pretty poems. She was his embodiment of the color yellow, she felt like the sun and the ocean at the same time. Her aura was beautifully mesmerizing.

With all started when one night after Y/N and JJ were left alone to close the school. She invited him to go grab some food before they both head to there separate ways. They ended up talking hours on end, over everything and anything, they kept drinking cheap beer and chatting until the owner of the restaurant told them he was about to close and they really needed to leave.

Next came lunches together, walks down the beach together, listening to music in the car at some random parking lot. The most important one, surfing together.

The night JJ told Y/N about his past she cried, unable to keep herself together. He talked with so much passion of his friends, they were his family she learned, so for something forcing him to leave everything behind it had to be painful.

“Do you miss them?” Y/N asked looking at the moon, they were talking in her balcony.

“I do sometimes, but I know they are waiting for me.” He says. “But I needed to leave that shit town, I had the urge to start over after the situation with the gold.” He explained.

“I get that, the urge to run away.” Y/N said, looking at him him while she rested her head in her shoulder.

“You do?” JJ asked curiously.

“I ran away from home two years ago.” She bursted out her secret. It felt good to finally tell someone. “When my mom died I packed my bags and left at the first opportunity I got, my dad was a monster I couldn’t stay with him.” Y/N explained.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserved going through that stuff.” JJ said grabbing her hand. “Everything will work out now.” He cheered her, rubbing her hand.

The first time they kissed still felt like yesterday, it happened at a beach party where everyone had to wear white. It was a tradition. They weren’t drunk but JJ swore on his life that Y/N looked like a true angel dressed in that beautiful white dress with her hair down and soft makeup, he never saw her like that. When he kissed her, Y/N felt like the night turned into day again extremely lost in his arms to think coherently. Fast forward to a few weeks later, the first night they slept together happen on her birthday. JJ, Andy and Bodhi planned a surprise birthday party for her at the surf school, everyone came which left her surprised. She never had one of those parties.

The school only grew more popular among the population and throughout the years JJ became a surf icon around the continent. Y/N was always there, winning some medals as well and supporting her boyfriend along the way. They walked the road together, they slept in vans together when they couldn’t afford hotel rooms and Y/N never once complained about it. She loved the experience, it made her feel alive.

One night, they stopped to get some rest and JJ remembered how the first girl he thought he loved was never by his side, instead she was always mad at him for the things he loved. Of course that been a pogue dating a kook was hard but with Y/N everything came so easily, it made him wonder.

“You know, I once dated a girl that was nothing like you.” He said out of nowhere carressing her hair. Y/N looked at him for more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, she was always so stuck up her nose and she always ramble about me and my friends and how she hated that i surfed.” He laughed. “I’m so grateful that I found you and I got this opportunity to win this championship.” He kissed her hairline.

“I’m grateful I can be by your side.” She said. “Since the first time you walked in that school I knew you could go a long way.” Y/N confessed. “I believed in you.” She added sleepy.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, I’m so excited about you meeting my friends.” He said happy.

“The pogues huh, I will love them.” She laughed in his arms.

LIFE AT OUTER BANKS didn’t change that much, Kiara now owned The Wreck and shared a house with Pope who was her boyfriend, Pope, a young man who lost a scholarship to help his best friends still found a job he enjoyed at the hospital. John B and Sarah never came back even though they still updated their friends from time to time.

The last spot of the competition JJ and Y/N where on took place at Outer Banks, everyone knew his name since he left and became a surf legend. The beach was full, everyone came to see JJ surf along with the other famous surfers. And his ex girlfriend also came, surprising Y/N and JJ with a baby in her arms and a tired look on her pretty hollow face.

She approach Y/N unaware of her relationship with JJ now, Y/N was working backstage with the organization of the event while the girl tapped her shoulder getting her attention.

“Hi, I’m Olivia.” She introduced herself and immediately Y/N recognized that name from JJ’s stories. This was the ex girlfriend. “Where’s JJ?” She asked a bit rudely.

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a slight smile. “He’s surfing right now, as you can see.” Y/N pointed towards the water where the blond boy receive applauses.

“I really need to talk to him.” Olivia stated annoyed, clearly not understanding what Y/N said previously.

“You need to wait until he finishes.” Y/N warned looking at her boyfriend while he catched good waves.

“I don’t have your time.” Olivia said in a high pitch voice. “I need to talk with him now, who do you think you are? A good little friend? I’m his ex girlfriend that he loved, I’m sure he is dying to see me.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Olivia done with her.

“Sorry, Olivia, but you missed out.” Y/N laughed softly looking at her. “Tough luck, that boy’s mine now.” She winked at Olivia who had a rather mad expression in her face. “You should know that we are more than good friends and that’s how the story ends.” She added calmly.

Olivia opened her mouth but nothing came so Y/N kept on talking, she had so many things to tell her.

“I’m not judging you, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see the man this boy could be.” Y/N said proud of JJ, while she took a few glances at him coming out of the water, already drowning in reporters to get his words. “Olivia if I can teach you something you should know that there’s always more than what meets the eye, while you couldn’t look past JJ’s friends and his passions I saw the soul inside him.” Y/N spoke looking straight at JJ while he stepped on the podium, he got the first place. He won.

“I’m sorry, I have to you.” Olivia said embarrassed. “And don’t worry, this isn’t his child. I hope you two are happy.” She said walking away.

“I hope you find someone and truly love them Olivia, it was nice to meet you.” Y/N said politely, offering her hand for Olivia to shake.

When Y/N was free again she left Andy and Bodhi with the paper work and she ran straight to JJ’s arms. She jumped into his arms and JJ held her right away while Y/N kissed his whole face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She managed to congratulate him through the kisses. “I love you so much JJ Maybank.” Y/N whispered into his lips before she kissed him properly. Getting lost in him and in his free spirit.

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[poptod]

The Nose Kiss (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: A dinner and offerings to the Gods devolves into something much quieter.

Notes: yesterday was the last day of my fast so today is the feast! i thought it might be fun to write something relating to that and my kemeticism thing, which is definitely there edit: i just realized all my fics lately have been about ahk im sorry lmao WC: 1.3k

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The first thing on the list was obvious––you didn't even need to get them, as they were a common staple in your diet, especially around the festival of Opet. Dates, specifically medjool, and though you already had a box at home the thought of pitted dates came to you. If you got a couple nuts and coconut sugar you could stuff them, which was always a nice treat.

Number two and three on the list were a vegetable mix and olives.

Ahk mentioned liking olives.

You paused in the middle of the grocery store, staring at the list on your phone. Ahk would like all of this, actually––why hadn't you thought of that before? How many years have you celebrated this festival in a row and never thought of your friend?

Despite knowing exactly how the museum came to life every night, you'd never met anyone besides him. It was one of those evenings (or midnights, really) where restless wanderlust had you roaming the streets, looking for buildings to scale and the tallest places you could get to. The museum ended up being one of them, and that was where he saw and accosted you, a scared look in his eye that held you petrified.

That was a while ago now, though. It had to be... two? maybe three? years since you first met him, and considering the state of his existence he was a wonderful friend. And a very nice man to dream about.

One time he mentioned being a vegetarian, which happened right around the time he told you Teddy, a man also from the museum, recently became vegetarian as well. You wouldn't mind planning the feast around that. Thus you continued your shopping, a faint smile on your face as you imagined Ahk's upcoming look of surprise.

His hand in yours, you led him down the hallway, watching as he trailed behind you with a vacant but confused smile.

"I, the child of Khonsu," you began as you walked, starting a recitation of a prayer that you and Ahk had long since memorized. It would act as a sort of hint.

"I, the son of Ra," he returned.

"I will live and have power beneath the branches of the tree of Hathor. There Re appears in his horizon, his Ennead following him. Raise yourself, Re who are in your shrine, that you may lap up the breezes. May you swallow the northern wind, may you entrap the day, may you kiss Ma'at, may you sail the Sacred Bark to the Lower Sky, may you reckon up your bones and turn your face to the beautiful West."

In chanting unison you recited the prayer, the image of your shrine flashing behind your eyes. By now you remembered every detail of it, how it looked when you fell to your knees and prayed, soft utterances falling from your lips.

Your shrine at home was much prettier, much better managed than your portable one, but the smaller worked fine for your spot on the museum roof. Ahk never needed a jacket, but you did––for that you brought several thick blankets, wrapping up around the shrine and your pillow seats. Candlight surrounded the mobile shrine, illuminating the small painting of Khonsu in the back. For Ahk you brought an image of Ra, painted in faux gold, and gifted to him a couple months back.

His eyes drew first to the food. Plates of well-seasoned peas, turnips, lettuce, garlic, and onion––stacks of honey cakes and bowls of stuffed dates. In the middle lay the offering dish, one made of carved and stained wood and lined with flowers.

"How did you...?"

"Tied it all up in a big blanket and hauled it up the side," you said with a laugh, eyes set intently upon him, gauging his reaction. Thus far he looked delighted––beyond delighted. Almost... blushy.

"This.. this is –"

"Unwarranted?" You finished for him, raising a single brow.

He nodded.

"Don't worry," you said, once more taking his hand and leading him to sit down on his pillow seat. "It's the festival of Nehebkau today. Perfectly good reason."

"I suppose so," he said softly, attention drifting between the different plates.

"Offerings first?" You asked, and he nodded.

For the proceeding five minutes you stacked a fair amount of food onto the offering plate, lighting an incense whose smoke drifted high into the night sky. Without a roof above you, the scent remained distant, which suited you just perfectly for the meal you began to eat. An interesting yet uninvolved conversation flowed between you two, your attentions divided between the food and one another.

While Ahk finished up the remaining bites on his plate, you dug into your bag in search of your lute. You didn't play it often, more suited to guitar, but on the go it was a much lighter and smaller instrument.

"I lov–"

"Do you want to –"

You spoke at the same time, stammering and chuckling when you both recoiled your statements.

"You go first," you said, hands falling into your lap as you fidgeted.

"No, it's alright. What were you saying?"

"I just – wanted to know if you wanted to make some music," you said as you raised the lute into his line of sight.

"Sounds wonderful," he said with a happy, but dissatisfied, smile.

He taught you this one. The words. Together you translated it into English, though you rarely sung such songs in that language. Still, as you sung, you turned the words into English in your head, following along with the beat of your own voice.

But I, I am excited by your love alone

My heart is in balance with yours

and may I never be far from your beauty.

Yet I have departed from you now,

and when I think of your love,

my heart stands still within me.

The taste of sweetcake

Turns bitter on my tongue

The scent of your nose

is what revives my heart.

I have obtained,

forever and ever

What Amun has granted me.

"You sing that song well," he commented as you finished, quiet so as to not break the spell of music. "It becomes you."

Before you could answer he leant forward, eyes concentrated deeply into yours as his fingers raised to brush the hair off your face. Your heart skipped a beat as his skin touched yours. The two of you had never been all that touchy with each other––the furthest thing you'd done was a quick hug, leaving you clueless as to the sudden affection.

"You asked me about that one line in there, the one about the noses. When was that?" He asked, his head quirking to the side.

"Um.. a couple months ago maybe? You never gave me a direct answer. Why do you ask?"

He paused before opening his mouth, eyes straying to the side as a blush overtook him.

"It's called a nose kiss," he said, though apparently still couldn't bear to meet your gaze. "When a couple rubs their noses together and take in each others' scent."

You leaned forward the two inches it took to reach his face, closing your eyes as you bumped his nose with yours. At last his eyes turned to you, wide as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Once he did so he laughed––blushed a deeper red, and looked bashfully to the floor.

"Not quite that short," he mumbled through the soft laughter wracking his shoulders.

So you tried again; leaned forward with a gentler touch, brushing your noses together instead of bonking. Still your eyelids fluttered shut, focusing on the scent of him, the feel of his warmth, the rush of your heart at every grace. He sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders tensing until your hand came up to cup his jaw. Then he relaxed, moved into you, slotted his nose beside yours and landed the softest kiss right above your lips.

"Better?" You asked.

He kissed you again, this time on your lips.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x female reader #ahkmenrah x male reader

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Chapter 17

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

These two...

I don't really think I need to say more

Authors Notes:This chapter is safe for everyone although I've been told it might get you emotionally... so I’ll add a hurt/comfort warning.

Two nights later, the air has grown noticeably warmer and not because of the heat from the boat but the change in climate.

The music and wine flow like water starting even before dinner so that by the time the small feast is finished, you’re feeling a good buzz and hinting at what you really want, what you’ve been craving and longing for. You can feel it in your bones, aching to be satisfied. It’s a deep sort of innate calling that can not be ignored and if you don’t give into it soon, you refuse to be held responsible for your actions…

So when Doja Cat starts singing so sweetly through the million dollar sound system that your eyes roll shut, you smack your hands down on the table and push your chair back, jumping up to give into that primal call because tonight— all you want to do is dance.

The second Zemo explained how the ships blocking technology would allow you travel undetected while still allowing for satellite use, you started abusing it to get into your Spotify and randomly put together a playlist knowing you’d need a night like this eventually. As tough as he can be about breaking rules— especially ones that involve real life consequences— Zemo is first of all; a sucker for a good dance night just as much as you are, and second; a complete pushover when it comes to the things you want. So when you pout just enough and ask real sweet, he does finally give in realizing that no amount of punishment can stop you. It’s Bucky who seems to forget about the playlist and who —surprise— refuses to get off his ass and dance, even though you try to get him to join you.

But you don’t care. You leave him and make your way into the lounge with its dim lighting, open floor and low couches letting it become your dance floor and take up the space beautifully; so much so that you don’t even notice you’re out there alone. You just keep singing “kiss me more”, grinning like a girl with 'nothing to lose' tossing your head back with a laugh, feeling the high.

Bucky sets his fork down and leans to the side in his chair watching over his shoulder. Zemo takes a swallow of wine, his eyes never leaving the sight of you framed by the lounge doorway as the sway of your hips and bounce of your ass becomes hypnotic. You toss your softest curves like sexual extensions of the music loving every beat until the last, and the song fades.

Resting your hands on the small of your back, you catch your breath with a wide grin. That was the perfect warm up. These poor boys have no idea what they’re in for…

You quickly turn and find them watching. A flush rises up your neck from the attention, growing your smile until it beams. “What?” But you know what.

Bucky shakes his head looking off, “That one on there twice?” He deadpans and tosses a piece of bread in his mouth.

You roll your eyes, laughing as you head back for the table, very much flattered by his— compliment— only to be stopped before you can sit down by the glorious voice of the one and only Whitney taking over the surround sound, declaring that she wants to ‘Dance With Somebody’.

You toss your arms in the air with a high pitched squeal making Bucky recoil like you’re a woman possessed.

“Oh come on! How can anyone resist this!” You shout at him over the distinct sounds of the 80’s and growl in frustration when he won’t budge. You huff and shove his shoulder, leaving him to go twirling back into the lounge again.

This is exactly what you’ve been craving. A night of good booze and food and solid, sweat inducing, “don’t give a shit what you look like” dancing. You’re already hopping around, feeling the delightful agony of wishing you had someone to dance with as only she can make you feel and singing at the top of your lungs, when you’re joined by, well, not the unlikely but still surprising presence of the Baron, just in time for him to perfectly mouth the lyrics along with you and Ms. Houston—

“I need a man who’ll take a chance

on a love that burns hot enough to last”

You jump back, hand over your mouth in delighted shock as you laugh louder than the music. Well aware of his hilarious charm, Zemo's smile grows as wide as yours.

Hands on your hips he yanks you forward and your thighs part to straddle his one. You let your head fall back dirty dancing style and slide your hands over his shoulders as he tickles your skin with a kiss between your breast —he’s been eying the plunging neckline of your white tank top since you came up for dinner — then lifts you back up, taking your hand and giving you a spin, your vintage Givenchy skirt flowing around your legs light as air.

You whirl into his arms, back pressed to him, your palms sliding along his thighs in those soft chinos as you wind your hips down and up feeling his hands close to near fists around your biceps. He’s got you held close as the two of you move, his cheek pressed to yours, his breath light down your neck and chest as you sing the verse alone this time with your eyes closed.

Never mind wanting to dance with somebody, you know what you want to do with him— wait, is that what this song is about?

He tosses you around and smiles at you with a look in his eyes that hints at maybe going below decks, hot as this is you still only want to dance and shake your head pulling free, rolling your eyes at him.

Zemo is too quick and grabs your arms again, pulling you into a hard kiss. He says something painfully sexy in Sokovian as you part, but you don't let on that he's almost got you and simply shrug, wink and slip away. He smiles as he waves a finger in your face like you might be in trouble for denying him but you just laugh harder thanking him for the dance.

Resigned to coming in second to the music tonight, Zemo waits besides you; both of you wondering what song will play next. You hope for something that will keep him on the floor because having Helmut back in your life like this is incredible. You glance at him, still amazed at how he transforms into this, fun, carefree man, so ready to live in this vibrant way. Master manipulator, wanted killer, singing and dancing to Whitney, sure. Why not.

You're grinning at him, swooning honestly, hopelessly swept up in what feels like a revival of the life you had as well as a celebration of what you’ve welcomed. Yes the dynamic has changed but only for the better. So, when the blaring call of very early 1940’s trumpets come blasting out of the speakers joined by a joyful dance rhythm unexpectedly, you and Zemo turn in unison to Bucky.

“What the…” You pull a face.

Bucky lifts his head looking confused for a second, followed by the widest smile you’ve ever seen. “Hey! This is the one I asked Zemo to put on there!”

You can’t help it and smile back. He can be saccharine sweet sometimes.

As the big band kicks in and the music builds you see him light up and leave his chair to join the two of you “May I cut in?” Bucky asks politely only glancing at Zemo.

“Please,” He answers and you notice how his eyes narrow ever so slightly when he looks at Bucky. There is something arresting about this and you quickly look from one man to the other as Helmut quietly goes back to enjoy the rest of his wine and the show.

“Just follow my lead doll; this song really swings.” Bucky says like he’s back at the dancehall and the crowd has parted just for the two of you.

“Oh my god. No. Bucky no.” You cringe, distracted by his— enthusiasm. Covering your face with your hands to hide the secondhand embarrassment, you watch him circle you through your fingers clearly not caring at all. When he reaches out and grabs your wrist without warning you scream, erupting with laughter as he tosses you away and into a spin.

It takes all of twenty seconds and a few fancy moves to realize that all the times you’ve teased the poor man about his terrible dance skills have been completely unfair. Your assessments have been based solely on the fact that you’ve been dragging him to clubs that bump with top ten hits. You want him to grind when really, Bucky just wants to glide.

Even in shorts and a loose button down he shines like a star out of time, so you just let the Sergeant do his thing and it’s ridiculously fun; even when you don’t know what’s going to happen next.

He pulls you close with his right hand keeping it firm on your back, while his black and gold cradles your left so gently. When the music breaks, Bucky leads you in a few turns and box steps that have you gazing at him. He just smiles and says in your ear, “Just trust me” Your eyes flutter shut at his words “Hands on my shoulders” He says and quickly takes you by the waist, lifting so that your legs go swinging up and out just like you’ve seen in old movies, letting you come down just as easy.

“Yeah?” He nods with a grin knowing you love it.

“Yes!” You laugh.

“Now this,” He says not missing the beat and hops you up swinging your legs past his waist and around his back so easily you’re standing on his other side and right back into a rocking box step before you have time to say a word. You just let it go on, and when the song comes to an end too soon for your liking, Bucky drops you into a dip so low that you cling to him, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh,” You sigh, understanding Bucky’s era a little better while feeling light headed, and not because of the dance. Why would anyone ever stopdancing this way? Now imagine if I actually knew what I was doing!

He’s grinning and cradles the back of your head, gently kissing you before lifting you back up onto your feet.

“That was incredible” You say breathless, “Really, I wish you would have shown me you know how to do that sooner!”

You swear he nearly blushes as he shrugs. “Never really had the chance.”

Zemo’s light applause gets your attention. Both of you turn in unison, your faces radiating the energy of the music though inside your heart is hurting as you glance at Bucky again. Remnants of your conversation from the bath come flying back to slice through the happy fabric of this night even though you’re trying your best not to think about it.

Zemo is smiling, albeit somewhat painfully which is not lost on you. But Bucky is distracting as he turns away to hide a confusing smile, batting those long lashes, averting those obscenely large blue eyes. Whoever gave a grown man permission to have eyes the size of a Disney princess should be drawn and quartered…

You inhale a shaking breath. It’s your warning of rising emotions that you don’t want getting in the way of your fun dance night. Damn it Barnes.

You sigh wondering if you’ve always loved him this much, or if it’s knowing that he won’t always be there that has you so taken with him tonight. Not so long ago he was just your best friend with lots of benefits. Now that just seems silly, like you were afraid to admit that you could love them both.

But here you are.

Bucky isn’t looking at you though.

You’re standing right next to him and his gaze is not swayed by you in the least.

As you slowly catch your breath from all the dancing —though you might lose it again with the way his profile glows in this lighting— for the first time since all of this began, you find yourself actually wanting him to look at you, but he’s too busy gazing at Zemo.

For a split second you feel the awful twinge of jealousy. It’s something you’ve never even considered before, but then again you’ve never felt this way; in fact you’ve been dealing with all sorts of wonderful, sometimes awful new feelings and you have to question why you torture yourself like this.But all it takes is one look at them and you know— one look at Bucky looking at Zemo and you see how he lifts his eyes with a sort of longing, some slightly sad bit of hope— it melts your heart and quiets the green eyed monster instantly. You can’t fault him, you used to look at Helmut the same way.

Speaking of, you notice the man himself take another long swallow of wine before standing. He crosses the floor looking like he really wants to say something— something important? You brace yourself for whatever it may be, but the the next song begins before he gets the chance.

Zemo stops in his tracks, recognizing it from the first note. He glances up towards the ceiling, his eyes scanning like he might locate the source of the music, then back down at Bucky. There’s a funny look on his face, almost like he’s been caught? But he doesn’t stop it from playing.

The drums, the keys, the dramatic intro… You know this song, just not this version. It’s actually one of your favorites, but really? Disco?

“Zemo. This is all you, isn’t it?” You groan with your hand on your hip, trying not to show him how utterly adorable he can be. You actually love his random taste in music but maybe some rules for the playlist next time…

He holds up a finger. “Don’t shit on disco.” He warns coming closer.

“Pretty sure I’m happy I missed this era.” Bucky mumbles. He rolls his eyes and attempts to go sit back down but Zemo is quick and grabs his arm as he passes. “No, you’re already here.” He says holding Bucky firm and they look at one another— the single fold of Helmut's dark-blue short sleeve pulls tight against the curve of his muscle showing the strong tension between them which you find inappropriately attractive— Bucky looks down like he’s surprised if not slightly offended and Zemo eases his hold tilting his head with a smile. As a reminder of the hierarchy on board he pulls Bucky ever so slightly closer.

“Disco is the music of a revolution James. Everyone was told to hate it by the people who feared it, and the culture it represented which is a shame. Some of the greatest anthems came from that time, inspired by the people who fought for us to have the freedoms we take for granted. People without our privilege. You should respect it a little more.”

Bucky leans back opening his mouth to argue but closes it just as quickly. He can’t object to that.

You just grin. Zemo going on a sociopolitical tangent always makes you swoon.

His expression does soften though, and he smooths his other hand down Bucky’s chest, letting his fingers slip under the open collar of the soldier’s loose shirt. “You see if I was not a criminal, and you were not an avenger,” He looks over at you and smiles. “And she were not an accomplice to our many sins; we could walk down certain streets displaying our relationship without much retaliation.” Bucky nods, appreciating his simple explanation even though it’s not needed. He certainly understands the point. “Also, it should be noted that while Thelma Houstons version of this song is absolutely categorized under disco, this, is an R&B classic.

Of course he knows that. You can only laugh to yourself as you’re easily reminded in the moment that you are very much in love with two men.

“And” He looks at Bucky again, all the humor gone replaced by a softness that surprises you. “I did not intend for it to play,”

The wine may have dulled your senses but not so much that you can’t pick up on the unease between them and you call for the song to skip not wanting either of them to feel uncomfortable. But Helmut shakes his head and finally lets go of Bucky’s arm only to touch his face.

“No,” He says to you without taking his eyes off of Bucky “It’s all right. I think now is the perfect time” You see Bucky almost smile at Zemo as he tells the device to start the song over but instead winces like he hates that its starting again.

“Please don’t” Bucky tries to joke and groans, pulling away. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. He’s laughing to himself and you can hear that in spite of his attempts, whatever this is, is anything but funny. But for what its worth he doesn’t go and sit.

Helmut just stands there looking at him as the music starts again and you smile because of Bucky’s irritation, thinking you’ll see the same playfulness in Zemo, instead you find his eyes looking ever so slightly dejected. But the beat distracts you from your concern and you start moving; shoulders first, head to the side hips hitting the beat. This is not what you were expecting.

Don’t leave me this way.

I can’t survive, I can’t stay alive

Without you love

Don’t leave me this way no

You hum along, your eyes shutting at the deep, restrained sadness of the baritone voice surrounding you while they stand there looking at each other.

This won’t do.

You step behind Bucky smoothing your hand down his vibranium arm and lift his hand to lay it on Helmut’s shoulder, swaying Bucky’s hips with yours until he’s sort of moving on his own.

Still they keep looking at each other like there’s some barrier between them and it’s strange but this song is… Helmut picked it?

You smile and lay your head on Bucky’s back reaching your hand through the space between his arm and waist and grab Zemo’s shirt bringing them close, thinking for once the Baron could use a little help.

Dont leave me this way,

a broken man with empty hands,

oh baby please please,

don’t leave me this way

Your eyes flit up and around, catching a glimpse of Zemo who gazes at Bucky like he’s trying to make a memory of his face without being caught in the act and you feel the words of the song heavy in your heart, their straight forward meaning striking a nerve as the music builds and the absolute need to move your body takes hold.

You leave Bucky, bouncing off into your own world, which when you close your eyes becomes a shower of glitter and light across a dark dance floor…

Baby, my heart is full of love and desire for you.

So come on down and do what you’ve got to do

You started this fire down in my soul

Now can’t you see it’s burning out of control

Come on Satisfy the need in me

Cause only your good love can set me free

The stir of music and words flows through you like honey. Your fingers slide down your neck between the valley of your breast and over your stomach as you twist and turn and you let yourself feel the pull between the beat that wants you to be happy, and his voice insisting otherwise, and this damn song threatens to rip your heart out.

You open your eyes and turn to them wondering what you might find. Much better… Bucky has finally given in.

He could no sooner resist Helmut than you could a hard beat and a good bass line. Not to mention Zemo knows how to win a man over. Tonight he moves just as he should for this one. It’s hardly dancing as you might define it, but the Sergeant won’t show off unless he’s got trumpets and band leaders to inspire him apparently, but as you sway, you see how Helmut puts his arms around Bucky’s neck when the next verse begins and Bucky slowly moves his hands to Zemo’s back, letting his body do what comes naturally, and they look beautiful as they move together creating their own flow. No it’s hardly dancing, but it seems to be what they need right now.

Don’t you understand I’m at your command

Oh baby please don’t leave me this way

Helmut takes hold of Bucky’s shirt collar, his other hand flat on his chest as he finally lets Bucky see the way he’s been looking at him since the song began, since the night began, since this morning… always.

I can’t survive

I can’t stay alive

Without you love

Dont leave me this way,

No

You stop dancing because you see it too and press your fingers to your lips, inhaling deeply as you watch Bucky grab the Baron’s arms with a pent up aggression that makes you think you might forget how to breathe as it becomes clear…

Helmut hadn’t meant for Bucky to hear this song because when he chose it, his heart was breaking, but he wants him to see now. He needs to be vulnerable in front of the man he loves. But you have to wonder, why this night?

The three of you stand frozen in the center of the room while the music dances around you…

I don’t want you to go

See I love you, you can’t go

Would you stay with me, stay, stay with me please…

The desperate look in Helmut’s eyes as he searches Bucky’s face makes tears well unexpectedly in your own and you know you’re about to find out what’s happened between them that you were not a part of.

“I’m sorry.” Helmut says stepping back, letting go. He’s standing too still as the next song, thankfully a quiet one, simply asks “who’s going to drive you home” His frown is deep even though he’s clearly not angry, maybe just a little scared. “James…”

“Don’t apologize.” Bucky says, turning away with a heavy sigh like he knew this was coming. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes not sure he wants to hear it. “Please don’t. It’s fine.” The way he turns back to look Zemo in the eyes —all stoic super hero tough guy— you can tell he’s being dismissive and distant to protect himself but the cracks in his facade are showing.

“No. No it was anything but fine.” Zemo insists sounding very calm, but angry with himself as he stares right back at Bucky.

“Really. I-I shouldn’t have said anything,” Bucky says and ducks his chin, his defenses breaking. He goes quiet, sighs and speaks to the floor. “It’s just being here, with you and her; everything we’ve done together…” He glances up but finds it hard to keep eye contact “I got carried away, maybe saw something that just isn’t there”

Wait. You see tears in his eyes and step forward. Is this what you think it is?

“That’s not true.” Helmut wants to say more but he falls short and turns away, pressing his finger to his lips in thought. He looks down before glancing over at you.

You love him, you do, but you know how he can be. He pushes back when it gets real. He doesn’t mean to and you know he won’t always, but you’re afraid he has now, so you simply smile and nod hoping he will listen to your silent plea and just say what’s in his heart. It’s the least that Bucky deserves.

Head tilting very slowly, Helmut seems to come to a realization as he looks at you. He hears and sees. He knows.

Quickly looking back at Bucky, his chest rising with a deep breath, he finds the words, and you quickly take the moment to look at James Buchanan Barnes too— the man who is the other half of your heart. The soft, gentle protecter who holds you when you cry, who makes you laugh even when he’s upset just to make you feel better— if he’s all of that and more to you, what must he be to the man who met him first?

Helmut reaches out, grabbing Bucky by the shoulder, his grip inching up along his neck in an attempt to get him to look into his eyes. His other hand goes to Bucky’s face turning his head until Bucky has no choice but to look at him and Helmut smiles, looking a little relieved for it. His thumb brushes the soft shadow of Bucky’s stubble and you see so easily how deeply he cares. “I should not have walked away. That was wrong and I am sorry. Forgive me James— please.” Brown eyes gaze into blue, flitting back and forth quickly looking for any sign to go on, but he can’t wait, not now. “I never thought I’d hear you say those words to me and I was not ready.” He swallows hard, but the tears are coming anyway.

Bucky’s vibranium hand closes around Zemo’s wrist like he wants to break free but his heart won’t let him. “I thought maybe I’d said the wrong thing, or— maybe that’s not what this is?”

Fuck he sounds so hurt. You have to cover your mouth with your hand as you very quietly walk away and go to sit by the pool letting them have this alone…

“No” Helmut says, his attempt at a reassuring smile anything but as they come closer and their mouths almost meet as though they might kiss, but instead their foreheads touch and push angrily against one another. No —not one another— against the world and the many choices made by other people who sealed their fate as enemies long before they ever met. Thankfully neither of them were very good at listening to decisions made by other people.

“You were right.” Helmut says softly. “You were right and I should have said it back,” He shuts his eyes and exhales slowly feeling the weight lift from his chest. Wanting to see that perfect face when he says it, Helmut pulls back and speaks the truth as he should have this morning. “I do, James. I do love you.” He says without looking away, “Very much.”

The look of pain on the White Wolf’s face is in stark contrast to the joy in his heart. A burst of laughter, more like a release of the many emotions Helmut has put him through today escapes his lips just before their mouths meet in a hard kiss that draws a moan from him, muffled against Helmuts lips.

Bucky opens his eyes while they are still close, wanting to remember Helmut Zemo with tears on his lashes the first time he says those words.

“I’m sorry too.” Bucky says when they part. Their hands still gently competing to touch one another. He wins for now, brushing the thick lock of hair from Helmuts brow.

“For what?” Helmut asks, his rough voice so quiet.

“If I could stay…” Bucky sighs.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to leave you, either of you.”

“I know you don’t”

“I swear it.”

“I know”

“I love you Helmut.” Bucky insists grabbing at him.

“I know.”

“I thought I could make it work somehow… figure something out but. But apparently not. I guess I’m not the smart avenger.”

Helmut smiles. “Stop talking James.”

Bucky laughs even though he feels like crying and Zemo kisses him lightly, holds his face, looks into his eyes and kisses him again before hugging him.

When he moves his hand as though he expects to feel something or someone, he turns to look for you and you notice from your place far across the deck. He calls your name and you get up going to them.

You move in slowly not wanting to intrude, but he gives you a funny look and reaches for you, pulling you in the second you are close so quickly, that you practically collapse into their arms. Both he and Bucky make room until you are welcomed into the warmth showing that you were never excluded, you are as much a part of the heartache as you are the love.

A kiss from Zemo comes first; firm, thankful, he loves you, he needs you. A second from Bucky; soft, elated — you both grin— “Should have played the disco version,” Bucky says dragging his gaze from your eyes to Zemo’s “At least disco makes people happy.” He teases, smiling when you do. Bucky brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, turning his warm palm to hold your face for a second before raising his head to see if the Baron is in a lighter mood.

Zemo sighs “It— doesn’t hit the same” He says with that glorious accent chuckling a little when you cackle. Even Bucky knows it’s funny. “Besides; happy, sad, the point is to feel,” Helmut goes on as you turn to put your arms around your beloved Sokovian Baron laying your head on his chest. His kiss is lost in your hair and you pull back to see his face.

He looks at you, never embarrassed by his emotions, just impressed by his own ability to be wonderfully dramatic. “She knows how I get. With wine and good music there are no guarantees which side of me you’ll uncover,” He says stroking your arm.

“Well I like every side.” Bucky replies. You look over your shoulder at him watching his smile alternate between cute and suggestive and you can feel the electric charge between them. There is more to it than the animal attraction that was always there before, now there is the security of professed love and doors that have been opened tonight will never close again.

Zemo’s muscles tense ever so slightly, his touch changes and instead of the flat of his fingers you feel his nails. The rhythm of his stroke pauses, he holds you tight and nods for Bucky to come close and they kiss again. When they part you all do, Bucky and you standing together facing him.

“You forgive me for my reaction earlier?” Zemo asks sounding so sweet you hardly recognize his voice.

Bucky looks at him for a while and so do you. Thick dark hair, parted as always, brown eyes sparkling in the warm low light, shirt open enough to distract— his smile is so dangerous. God you’d forgive him for a long list of things.

“Yeah, of course. And, I had a feeling you’d come around, she said as much a few days ago.”

Zemo looks down at you curious.

“Well, you’re not very good at hiding it. I knew you loved me before you did.” You say scrunching your nose at him.

He laughs like he’s been ganged up on but quickly gives in with a sigh, knowing damn well this is true. Helmut shakes his head looking from one face to the other, pinching your chin, laughing softly again. “Listen to me. Both of you.” He says pulling you back into his arms, laying his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “We reach our designation at the end of the week. I won’t spend the time I have with the two of you thinking of the time that I don’t,”

You couldn’t agree more. Enough. You all know how it will end, it’s your time together that matters.

“Since I am apparently so horrible at keeping my feelings to myself.” He teases to your mutual amusement. “I won’t. I love you both, and I’ll show you as I always have. I only want one thing from you James.” He says making Bucky perk up. “Let me claim you as I haven’t yet,” He says, his hold on Bucky’s shoulder tightening slightly. It’s an ask because Zemo respects him enough not to demand it— but the moment Bucky says yes there will only be commands.

Please say yes, you bite your lip waiting.

Bucky actually does the same thing, a habit he’s picked up from you and you giggle to yourself watching how his pretty pink lip goes a shade darker when he lets it free from his teeth. He’ll give in of course, but for a moment he needs to resist, just to stay true to his stubborn nature.

When he lifts his head again he actually looks at you because he knows you’ll share this experience with him— of course you want this.

And then he looks at Zemo. The man whose name he’d once written on his list of people to kill— now the man he would protect with his own life.

Bucky reaches out and takes his hand and any worry of rejection, no matter how small fades from Helmut’s eyes as his smile spreads wide and warm, and loving. And Bucky gives a soft but very clear, yes.

*

End Notes: I listened to this playlist on endless repeat while writing this chapter. Not all of the songs feature in the story of course but damn did it get me in that headspace. Sometimes you just need to put on some sexy sad timeless campy glam and be dramatic for no damn reason. So if you need a little over the top joy in your life, have a listen, but don't say I didn't warn you.

#zemo #Bucky barnes #winterbaron #zemo x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #winterbaron x you #zemo fanfic #baron zemo fanfiction #baron zemo #helmut zemo #james barnes #helmut zemo/james buchanan barnes #winterbaron fic #winterbaron romance #boys in love #boy in love with you #please leave us alone when we’re dancing #Spotify

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One After Another (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary; Reader learns because of her early labor, her powers won’t be coming back like Nora said they would. Cisco now really debates on keeping his powers. Reader finds out about Barry disappearing In crisis years from now.

Chapter is short compared to the others.

Tag list; @Intoomanyfandom-s @thebloodrobin @hecatemacbeth7 @badasspolygenderfriend @writeroutoftime

Story list; Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 ,

. . .

“I don’t understand. Explain again to me what the difference between this day and every other day in America?”

You look up from where you bounced Dante on your lap, eyes watching as Sherloque threw his hands in the air and faced Cisco with confusion,

“It’s a holiday when we all get together and celebrate and eat a ton of food,” Cisco tries to explain, “Like, a gross amount,”

“Hey guys!” Caitlin greets, and you smile, lifting Dante’s hand to wave so he giggled, sticking his fist into his mouth, “What’s going on?”

“This man is trying- and failing- to explain the meaning of this holiday,” Sherloque scoffs, “Please, explain,”

“It’s very simple, Sherloque,” You sigh, standing up to curl an arm under Dante and prop him on your upper hip, “We all get together to spend the day with our loved ones and family,”

“Simple to you,” Sherloque points, “I have no family,”

“Didnt you have seven marriages?” Cisco questions,

“Did,” Sherloque states, “Five wives, seven marriages- no family. This holiday is a cruel holiday,”

You frown as Sherloque moves to walk out of the cortex, Dante babbling and reaching out, Cisco allowing Dante to grab a small fistful of his hair,

You look up when the alarm begins to blare, Dante flinching against the loud noise and hiccuping so you tucking him under your chin, moving to the control panel beside Caitlin to see where the pin pointed location, “What’s going on?”

“I’m seeing a large electrical surge at the downtown power station,”

“Barry, Nora,” Iris calls to the mics, “You’re up,”

You bite your lip and look down, pressing a kiss to the side of Dante’s head as you step back,

“Y/N,” Cisco squints his eyes after Barry and Nora had completed the task- resulting in Barry dying and Nora having to revive him- your eyes flicking up from where you stared at the floor, “You alright?”

You lick your lips and turn in your chair to rock Dante to sleep, shaking your head, slightly, “I don’t think my powers are going to come back,”

Caitlin furrows her brows, stepping up next to Cisco, “You haven’t allowed your body to fully heal from child birth, Y/N,”

“It’s been two weeks,” You exhale, and shrug enough to not disturb Dante, “Nora said my powers came back right after I gave birth,” A pause, “I don’t think the labor itself is what caused it- I just have this feeling that, my speed is completely gone,”

“Would you, like for me to run tests?” Caitlin asks, and you look down, Cisco extending his hands so you could stand up, passing Dante to him silently,

. . .

“I don’t see any dark matter traces in your cells,” Caitlin leans against her desk with a frown, glancing over to where you sat on the bed and sucked in a deep breath, “Nora was wrong. I don’t think your powers will come back,”

“It’s the time change,” Barry sighs, looking over to future Dante, “For all we know, you in the later future could end up not having speed,”

“Not necessarily,” Caitlin corrects, “Those powers came from Y/Ns bloodstream to Dante’s, so, yes Y/N lost hers completely, but Dante still inherited them,”

“So it’s settled,” You mumble, Cisco frowning when you push off the bed and clap your hands, quietly, “I’m powerless. For good,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Caitlin frowns, too, and you press your lips together,

“So many things are changing,” Nora exhales, arms crossed, “Because of us,”

“No, don’t blame yourself,” Barry pleas,

“How can we not?” Dante asks, brows pinched, “Because we arrived- Cicada came early, mom went into labor early because Cicada attacked, mom lost her powers because she went into labor, it’s a domino effect!”

“And dad disappears in Crisis earlier than originated,” Nora continues, Barrys face falling as he looks to you, where your brows furrowed in firm confusion,

“You what?”

“Oh, schrap!” Nora winces, “Sorry! I-I’m gonna go,”

“No, Barry,” You hold up a hand, “What is she talking about,”

Cisco sighs, eyes shutting as his hand runs up baby Dante’s back, “When Barry disappears in Crisis, he never comes back even twenty five years later,”

“You knew?” You point, shaking your head, “This is too much. Give me my son, I’m going home,” You pull Dante away from Cisco so the infant whined, Cisco reaching out to touch your arm,

“Let me take you,”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself,” You shoot, Cisco releasing your arm to let you step back, barely catching the gleam in your eyes before he is forced to watch you walk out of the lab.

“Give her time,” Barry murmurs, Cisco running a hand over his face, “It’s a lot,”

. . .

“Hey,”

You look up from the crib and glance over your shoulder, Cisco’s eyes on the sleeping infant as he leans against the door, “Can we talk?”

You slowly pull your hand away from where Dante had a grip, leaning back to turn and leave the nursery, “There’s nothing to talk about,”

“I didn’t tell you for a reason,” Cisco explains, calmly, your eyebrows raising,

“To “protect me”?” You question, “I appreciate that, but I’m apart of the team too, whether I’m at home with a kid or not. I deserve to know shit like that,”

You cross your arms, sucking in a deep breath, “How long have you all known?”

Cisco frowns, watching your eyes flick to the floor, “Right before you had Dante,”

“So two whole weeks,” You state, “Cisco, why the hell didn’t you tell me? Everyone else on the team knew!”

“You were still pregnant with Dante,” Cisco reminds, “Barry feared the stress would cause you to go into labor early. He just wanted what was best for you,”

“Barry may know what is best for me, but you know what is right,” You correct, eyes back on Cisco, “Am I wrong?”

A moments pause, “No,”

“I deserve to know these kind of things, Cisco,” You look up as Cisco moves up to you, his hands at your arms before they lower to your waist, “I’m still apart of the team, and Barry’s my brother,”

“I know,” Cisco murmurs, eyes flicking between yours, “I’m sorry,”

Cisco watches as you shake your head, your hands sliding up to wipe your cheeks under your eyes, “When my father was killed, I didn’t think Barry nor I could handle it,” You exhale, sniffling against your hands, “Our moms death didn’t effect us that much because we were young, we didn’t understand it,”

You lick your lips, eyes burning from tears, “But I can’t lose Barry. He’s the only one I have left of my family, sure I have Joe, and Iris and Wally, but-,” You raise your head, hiccuping as Cisco moves forward, arm sliding around your shoulder to pull you against him,

“C’mere,” Cisco murmurs, his free hand pressing to the back of your head. Your arms tighten at his torso, sniffling against the fabric of his button up, “We’re not going to let it happen. We changed the future before, we can do it again,”

You nod, blinking in an attempt to rid your tears, “You know my life was somewhat normal before I had my speed,” A slight laugh escapes your lips, making Cisco smile, “But now that I don’t have them anymore, I’ve realized my life will never go back normal,”

“Honey, your life will never be normal being married to me,” Cisco leans back, and you snort, shoving a hand to his chest so he stumbled back,

“I’m serious!” He teases, hands at your arms so he didn’t fall. You press a finger to your lips, shushing the man,

“Don’t forget your speedster son is still asleep,” You order, Cisco’s eyebrows raising in rememberance, “Now,” You murmur, “I have some pumpkin pie I have to make for tomorrow,”

. . .

“So it wasn’t as much the taste as it was the crunch,”

“Wait,” Caitlin puts down the bowl she had, eyeing Iris on the couch, “Are you actually saying—,”

“Yes, that was the year I found out why Grandma Esthers yams tasted so good,” Iris nods, glass in one hand, “Because she never cleaned her favorite skillet,”

“That’s,” Nora pauses, “Disgusting,”

The group laughs, Barry looking up and over to Cisco, “Hey, where’s Y/N and the baby?”

“Mm,” Cisco swallows his sip of wine, glancing down at his watch, “She forgot the whipped cream for the pie. But she should be here in-,”

“Your favorite Allen is here!” Your call causes Cisco to nod, hand holding the glass pointing towards Barry’s front door,

“Now,”

You turn the corner with a wide grin, Cisco moving around the couch to take the pie and bag of whipped cream, while you shift Dante’s babbling figure in your arm, older Dante shutting the door behind you,

“Alright, who’s ready to cut the turkey?” Iris asks, Barry beckoning you to pass him his nephew, Cisco clapping his hands together as he moves next to you, leading you to the table with a peck to your cheek,

#Cisco Ramon #Cisco Ramon one shot #Cisco Ramon story #Cisco Ramon x reader #Cisco Ramon imagine #Barry allen #Nora west allen #Iris west allen #Barry allen x reader #Joe west #Dante ramon

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 979 - Initial Thoughts

Is anyone else nervous? I feel like we should be nervous...

After another week break we have One Piece, and I feel like these waits are gonna kill me before COVID gets close

But Spoilers for the Chapter, and Support the Official Release when it comes out

Another cover story bombshell, oh my fucking god! Just...How!? Pound you lucky son of a bitch how the fuck are you alive? The Will of P has not yet been snuffed out! Does that mean that Pedro and Pekoms may still have a chance at revival? What happened with Germa too, where is my Baeju!? Also the Tontottas finding him is gonna be hilarious, giant man and little people, hopefully we get a family reunion...and maybe some reverie news

Still very concerned about Law, he wasn’t cut from panel this time but he just looks very, solemn, like he’s about to do something he’s not all happy about

I find it odd that not everyone is clued in on Kanjuro being on Orochi’s side, sure it slows him down but even the people on the ships that were intercepting the scabbards were able to identify him as the traitor

Momo though has got some ideas, he knows how to use a sword but he’s only gonna be able to cut the rope before Kanjuro notices, I doubt he could even use it on Kaido. I dunno, Momo does not seem to be that kinda guy, also if he was able to control his DF he’d be able to escape those ropes much easier

We’ve got the Brachio Tank and Black Rhino back out, I liked the Fishman Island nod but this also means we’ll likely be getting Franky Shogun again, but Franky made note that there were upgrades so maybe it’ll be a new Iron Pirate/Super Armoured Me

Definitely laughed at the ‘He’s for sure gonna be spotted’ and ‘He’s for sure getting lost’ because it’s so painfully true. They have good intentions but they’ll sneak off, don’t be surprised if Zoro walks into the exact wrong room

Alas poor Sanji, you can’t get in the Harem Tank. Usopp does lowkey know how to be a ladykiller (though I doubt he thinks about it, he does have a doctor at home). But Carrot does work the Beast Pirates garb too, as does Robin...but as I said last chapter with Nami, you could put a paper bag on them and they’ll make it work.

Ooof, right in the Frobin there. We know what that was code for Franky, ride the back of your motorcycle you dog!

But Brook has to tickle my funny bone too by thinking it’s for him XD I guess the small victory here is that it reminds me of Grim Fandango; a giant beast that lives to build and upgrade riding a beast of a machine with a snarky skeleton at the back

Sanji still trying to get on the Tank though, he should really be using Stealth Black to find Luffy and Zoro, get a Monster Trio team up ¬u¬

But this does give Robin and Jimbei (whose Beast Pirates garb is cool but does nothing for being covert since it doesn’t cover his Sun Pirates tattoo at all) some time to chat, we’ve got a new formation as the Mature Duo, I would add Brook or Franky to that but the two do tend to do silly things from time to time

Someone is lurking though, which is a little worry, but I don’t think they’re enemies. I think if they were they would’ve jumped at the two at this point. Could be a scout, or it could be someone ready to throw another spanner in the system

Yup, I love Ulti, she tickles me with her dual personality. Also Sasaki’s cape is fire, kinda reminds me of Minato Namikaze from Naruto, I also think it’s a little telling that Who’s Who doesn’t have a cape or any long garment, it makes him stand out a little bit more

So King and Jack can now be accounted for, and the former is the one who summoned the Flying Six. It also seems clear that everyone knows that the Six want the Disasters’ spots

I will continue to add that Kaido keeps looking smaller and smaller, I mean, look at his debut panel

he’s standing in a crater and he still dwarves Kid, Hawkins and Apoo, but in the panel he looks like he’s about 3 times taller than Drake (who is 2.3m tall, about 20cm taller than Kid), his scale just feels reduced

Also on heights, Black Maria is taller than King. That is a Giant Woman

Bao Huang makes me feel like Oda’s been playing some Legend of Zelda in his spare time, though I ain’t mad at it

The schedule seems a bit weird, Orochi has a speech after Kaido? I guess it’s just a welcoming address because Kaido will afterwards be announcing the Big Mom alliance

Kaido is keeping a secret, and that is actually quite intriguing...it also means that the Raid will not succeed for a while, since we are to expect to hear this Chekov Announcement

Kaido’s son is not seen, but we know his name: Yamato. It’s a very interesting name to choose actually; it can refer to simply the dominant ethnic group of Japan, the clan, the period, the province, the Yamato Dynasty prince Yamato Takeru, Yamato-damashiii, could even go Okama with Yamato Nadeshiko or even just the battleship. It could also be a corruption of Yamata, which connects to Yamata no Orochi

For my money, Yamato would be based off of Takeru. With some minor wikipedia research it does have some narrative notes that could fit being Kaido’s son, I doubt he would slay an older brother because Kaido calls him an ‘idiot son’, but Takeru’s father Emperor Keiko kept sending him to other provinces, I could see Kaido sending Yamato across Wano or the world to try and emulate Oden, the last man he respected. Takeru’s legend is also interesting because he gets the Kusanagi sword, which Susanoo fished from the Yamata no Orochi, there’s also a brief note of cross dressing and composing the first sedoka in the Kai province, which can tie in with the other Yamatos listed

Yamato must be strong though if the Flying Six see it as troublesome, Yamato could be the one hiding in the bushes behind Robin and Jimbei. Him being relative to the announcement makes me think that Kaido has an arranged marriage for him, since that’s how Big Mom does alliances, maybe it’s to Pudding, or Smoothie, or that bitch Flampe

Ulti again has no fucking fear, the steel balls of this woman. But Kaido knows when to dangle the carrot, Who’s Who definitely wants that All Star spot, which continues to add focus on him

LUFFY! How is it that you manage to get to the big ass crowd of people, and it’s not like Kid is hard to find, look for someone with a Metal Arm next to a guy who blurts out FAFAFA...and of course he almost gets his cover blown by some drunkard and gets distracted by food (his chest scar is back now though after disappearing last chapter)

Oh god...memories of sweet-baby Tama are found in the reflection of the spilled soup, the Beasts Pirates being clear about how they disregard and waste the food while others starve. I bet Zoro and Sanji would also react similarly in this state for their own other reasons, hell even Big Mom could have a word or two to say about it, she really enjoyed that soup

But when Luffy has that glare, few things are gonna stop him

So obviously, really good chapter. A lot of lines have been drawn in the sand and we’re eager to know what comes next. But as much as I am eager I am waiting for the main thing to go wrong. We’ve already split our Monster Trio, in fact the largest group of the crew are the Weakling Trio in the Brachio tank with Sanji who could disappear anywhere, Shinobu and Carrot, there’s still the uncertainty with Law as well.

I am keen to know more about Yamato (though I am a tad let down that Katakuri isn’t related to Kaido, only because I wanna see Katakuri again) and about the Flying Six, but it’s also gonna be a tough spot if Luffy causes a rumble right now, Apoo and Queen are in that area and BM’s crew, Orochi and the Numbers are all within earshot.

Alas, another week break, though when Oda made the announcement about COVID I kinda did expect it, I guess I’ll just have to toil about it in my own spare time XD But what’s important is that everyone stays safe, and an extra week can help with the fan theories.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #wano country #wano #wano arc #Kaido #animal kingdom pirates #beasts pirates #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #Nico Robin #jimbei #yamato #tobi roppo #flying six #onigashima #carrot #eustass kid #kid pirates #straw hat pirates #trafalgar law #heart pirates #big mom #franky #brook #the will of p says I'm Back Sucka!

[krizaland]

Hcs for Zim liking someone he knows is with Dib

Ooh! Let the chaos begin!

Here’s the song I used btw

From the very first day you set foot in the skool, Dib’s eyes were on you!

You had it all! You were smart, funny, attractive, and even open minded!

Whenever someone bullied Dib for being weird, you would always stick up for him. You even listened to him ramble about his paranormal studies.

Dib was beyond overjoyed when he discovered that you also shared his love of the paranormal!

From that moment on, you and Dib were inseparable! You would always sit with Dib at lunch and tell stories of your paranormal encounters

Little did you know, Zim had also taken an interest in you.

Never had Zim expected a human to be so attractive! Just looking at you was enough to make his PAK spark like crazy!

Zim couldn't believe that a FILTHY human could be so beautiful! He had to know why you were so attractive! Every time he asked why you were so pretty you would always shrug it off and say you were born with it.

Eventually, Zim’s warped mind came to the conclusion that you weren't human at all. Clearly you were another alien in disguise!

After hours of research, Zim became convinced your were actually an Enchantling, an alien from the planet Enchantix.  

Enchantlings were renowned for being the most beautiful beings in the galaxy! Zim nearly fainted when he saw a picture of what they looked like.  When his PAK reactivated him, Zim knew there was no doubt about it!

You had to an Enchatling in disguise! There was no other explanation for your beauty!

As much as Zim hated feeling attraction, he took comfort in believing you were an Enchantling.

Since you clearly weren’t human, his attraction to you shouldn’t interfere with his mission.

Or so he thought.

The next day at skool, Zim couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All he could was imagine what you looked like under your supposed ‘disguise’.

His PAK sparked so much he got stuck to his locker for almost two minutes! It certainly didn’t help that you were the one who yanked him free.

“There we are! How did you get stuck up there anyway?” You asked sympathetically as you gently put him down.

Zim tried to speak but his words melted into gibberish.  It wasn’t long before,

WHUMP!

Zim’s face kissed the ground.

You let out a gasp. You were about to check up on him but there was no need.

“REACTIVATING!”

ZAP!

Zim’s PAK sent out a small electric shock and revived him from his trance.

Zim shook away the excess shock and rubbed his head.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” You squeaked as you tried to hold out a hand to help him up.

“ZIM IS FINE! I-I mean, I’m perfectly fine! Yes! Perfectly fine!” Zim laughed nervously as he swatted away your hand.

“Okay then….Well since you’re ok, I was wondering if you’d like to sit with me at lunch” You offered gently.

Zim’s eyes widened and his PAK sparked once more.

“Eh?!”

“I know. I know. I usually eat lunch with Dib but he’s not here today. Plus I kinda want to get to know you better. Dib always says you’re an alien but I bet him 10 dollars I could prove him wrong.” You explained as you rubbed the back of your head.

And just like that, Zim’s bubble of euphoria popped.

“Dib” Zim spat out his name like it was poison.

He was so captivated by your beauty that he had forgotten that Dib liked to hang around you. Just the thought of Dib even being in the same room with you was enough to make Zim’s blood boil.  His hatred of Dib aside, he couldn’t risk him trying to expose you too!  Zim didn’t want to see your beautiful guts spewed all over an autopsy table!

“So…Is that a no or?”

“I ACCEPT YOUR OFFER! I mean, sure why not?” Zim cleared his throat as he regained his composure.

“Great! Now, c’mon! Let’s get a good seat!” You chirped as you grabbed Zim’s hand.

More gibberish fell out of Zim’s mouth as his PAK begun to spark again.

Zim finally managed to pull himself together when you sat him down next to you.

“Aren’t you going to get your lunch?” Zim asked as he gestured to the mile long lunch line.

“Nah, the last time I ate the garbage they served here I puked my guts out! I bring lunch from home now.” You shuddered as you pulled out your lunch bag.

“The skool lunches make you sick too?” Zim’s eyes lit up.

“Oh yeah. I can’t believe they even call that filth food!” You ranted as you took a bite of your lunch.

“Right? How could humans even eat that DISGUSTING GARBAGE?!”

You let out a giggle at Zim’s overdramatic behavior as you continued to eat.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit at the sweet sound of your laughter but he was too busy ranting to notice.

As lunch went on, you begun enjoying Zim’s rambling and even agreed with him on quite a few things.

Zim soon found himself enjoying your company as well. He was surprised by how much you had in common with him.  Not to mention you were an excellent listener.

BRRRING! BRRRING!

The lunch bell rudely interrupted you and Zim’s conversation.

“Aw, man! Looks like you’ll have to tell me that Dib story later, Zim.” You sighed as you went to throw away your trash.

“Curse that infernal bell!” Zim growled as he watched you get up.

“I know. I know. But hey, maybe we can hang out again sometime!” You offered as you flashed him a warm smile.

“Really?! I mean! Yes! We shall continue this conversation tomorrow!” Zim announced as he pointed at the ceiling.

“Eh…I dunno about that..Dib’s supposed to be back by then and he doesn’t really like you all that much.” You explained as you rubbed the back of your head.

“ARGH! Dib!” Zim growled as rage begun to boil deep within him.

“So yeah..Sorry I guess. Well, see you around!” You chirped as you trotted off to class,

“Oh don’t worry, Y/N. You most certainly will.”

After skool, Zim stormed into his base, threw off his disguise and flushed down into his scheming lab.

“That smelly Dib! He will not be exposing beautiful Y/N on my watch!” Zim ranted as he gathered assorted mechanical parts.

“Let’s see how the smelly, squirmy Dib-worm likes having his secrets exposed.”

Zim let out a maniacal laugh as he begun to work on his next invention.

The next day, Zim arrived to skool with a large purple megaphone in hand.

It did’t take long for both you and Dib to notice Zim’s new toy.

“What are you up to, Zim?” Dib’s eyes narrowed as he approached him.

“Yeah, what’s with the megaphone?” You asked as you gestured to the megaphone.

“Oh you’ll see…” Zim let out a dark chuckle.

Dib’s eyes widened a bit.

“Wait what are you-”

Zim tapped the megaphone a few times before bringing it to his lips.

“ATTENTION HUMANS!”

Both you and Dib covered your ears as the megaphone let out an awful shriek.

“Heh. Sorry about that.” Zim chuckled as he adjusted the megaphone.

Zim cleared his throat and tried again.

“I HAVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! THE DIB-WORM IS A BIG HEADED STINK BEAST! HE HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON Y/N!”

“WHAT THE?! HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THAT?!” Dib wailed as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“THAT’S RIGHT! HE’S GOT ALL KINDS OF MUSHY GUSHY FEELINGS FOR Y/N! HE EVEN WANTS TO HOLD THEIR HAND!”

Dib was about to lunge at Zim but you stopped him.

“Dib? Is all that stuff really true?”

Dib fumbled over his words for a moment before regaining his composure.

“Ugh. I guess you were bound to find out sooner or later. Go on, run off. Our friendship is ruined.” Dib sighed as he hung his head in defeat.

“Well I wouldn't say that. I’d consider it more of an upgrade.”

Dib’s eyes lit up as he turned to look at you.

“Wait. You’re not grossed out?”

“What if I told you that I felt the same?” You asked playfully.

“I would say this is the greatest day of my life!” Dib sang as he pulled out into a tight hug

“SO I’M MAKING A CALL OUT-EH?!” Zim dropped his megaphone when he saw Dib hug you.

“Looks like your plan backfired, Zim.” You chuckled triumphantly

“WHAT?! BUT-”

“But nothing, Zim! Y/N loves me too! And next time we’re going to expose your secrets! Together! As a couple!” Dib mocked as he snapped a finger in Zim’s face.

“As a couple!” “As a couple!” Dib’s words rampaged throughout Zim’s mind.

“No! No! NO!! I WON’T STAND FOR THIS MADNESS!!”

And with that, Zim ran screaming back to his base.

Back at his base, Zim threw off his disguise and returned to his scheming lab.

“I can’t find a new road anymore. To lead forth the heat of this love’s war.”

Zim let out another enraged scream as he tugged on his antennas.

Once he was done screaming, Zim threw on a white lab coat and a pair of green goggles.

He then begun to gather as many mechanical parts as he could find.

Once he had the parts he needed he pulled out a few alien tools and got straight to work.

“Somber clouds embrace the night. Crowds of monochrome paint the twilight.” Zim sang as he continued to work

“Rays of sunlight cast the dawn. They shine one by one. Yet I know, this light won’t reach you!” Zim growled as he wiped away a few sweat beads.

“Ah, the world around me blurs away. Yet even so, will I continue to fall for you?” Soon the lab seemed to melt away into swirls of monochrome.

“I know it’s true, yet I don’t know what the hell to do! Oh how can I begin? How should I begin?” Zim heaved as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I have been fooled. I’ll show you!”

Zim’s eyes burst open as his imagination begun to run wild.

“Let’s go fighting from the start! I’ll tear the world apart!” Zim stomped his feet and imagined the Urth crumbling beneath him.

“No I can’t stand to see you be with anyone but me!” Zim imagined himself smashing a monochrome statue of Dib.

“Your passion will not win! When ardent love is sin!” Zim continued his imaginary rampage. Stomping about and smashing more Dib statues.

“But from my core my feelings will prevail when love is war!” Zim let out a maniacal laugh.

It didn’t take long for him to notice his megaphone lying on the ground.

“Crying out words through my purple megaphone. Broke it right from the start!” Zim picked up the megaphone and slammed it back onto the floor.

“Even if I try to stretch into your love’s gaze, there is nothing that can clear this great haze!” Zim growled as he imagined himself looking up at a stormy sky.

“Ah, the dark clouds leave my eyes, revealing a clear sky!” The clouds slowly left the imaginary sky.

“But I don’t feel right, seeing the light.” Zim shook his head and looked away from the imaginary sky.

“I can’t control my true feelings’ soul and body How can I begin? How should I begin?” Zim hugged himself for a moment.

“The one thing I won’t do. Is shed my tears in front of you.” Zim balled up his fists and gnashed his teeth.

“I LOVE YOU SO!”

“Let’s fight, shooting for your heart! I swear I’ll hit the mark!” Zim roared as he pressed a button.

The ground shook for real as Zim’s freshly made battle mech sprung to life.

“It shouldn’t have to be this way! I’ll have the final say!” Zim sang as he threw off his lab gear and hopped inside the mech.

“Upon your silent gaze, I will take your breath away!” Zim begun to press button after button.

“And with the wind I will shine above him all and make you fall! Be prepared for my attack!” The base’s roof lowered as the mech emerged from the top.

“Despite my losses, I will fight this battle without end! Love is blind! And Endless bliss! The only way to break this spell is by your loving kiss!”  Zim took a deep breath before stomping out of his base.

“This is war”

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #invader zim dib #dib x reader #invader zim dib x reader #Anonymous

[silvertaetae]

KTH: New Beginnings {Preview}

Pairing: Vet!Taehyung x College!Reader (and Yuta and the reader used to date :/)

Warnings: Mentions of/ Death, Half of this angst, other is super fluffy, plus a dash of smut, Tae being absolutely whipped because he is, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, Kids.) Oral (fem reviving), Some degrading terms, language, Tae’s (scary ass) duality, chocking (because have you seen Tae’s hands?), DoCtOr kIM ;)) , honestly just straight filth, stubborn reader. (and a dog who really wants the magic to happen.)

Summary: (okay hear me out. One: my other summaries all flopped because of...Two: I cant do the summary and not give away some of the story which...I mean I’m still editing so I might just change the whole beginning part, but it’ll be here when the story is published.)

A/N: I just want to let you know. I have two beginnings to this story and still don’t know which one to use. The one you’re reading now is shorter because if I did the other one this preview would be like 8,000 words long ..... whoops. So I don’t know if I’ll use the other one because it’s kind've of descriptive on the relationship of Yuta and Y/N. Also please give me feedback, because this is my first fic and I want it to be great and thank you for taking time out your day to read this (hoooorrrible piece of work.)!!! 💓💓💓💓

“Y/N- Yuta died last night.” Jennie's voice cracked. That was the moment everything stopped. No birds were singing. No cars outside honk their horns rushing to get to work. There was nothing. Nothing, but a static silence that filled the air. Tears slip past your eyes unconsciously.

“What?” You manage to crack out.

“Yuta died in a car crash.” It felt so unreal to hear those words. Not when you could still hear his laugh. When you could still feel his arms around you. When you still remember his smile. His lips. His touch. His voice. His everything. How could he have been gone when you could remember everything so vividly. There was no way. Every moment of the life you had flashed before your eyes. That’s all gone? Then his last words repeat through your head.

‘As if anything could keep me away from you.’

He told you he’d come back. He promised he’d come back.

He promised you.

You still smell his warm vanilla and cinnamon scent. You look down and see his shirt. The shirt he wore last night before changing. Before he went off and lived his final moments. Before he said I love you for the last time.

“Y/N say something.” Jennie tried to read any emotion she could get from you. Heart beating fast, tears brimming, stomach-churning, head pounding. Yuta’s gone?

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You get up from the table and run to the bathroom, hearing Jennie not that far behind you. You swing the bathroom door open and fall to the floor in front of the toilet. You feel Jennie rub your back and keep your hair from falling. It felt like someone tied bricks to your ankles and left you to die in an overbearing thick sadness. The feeling making you sick to your stomach. You gag and cry and puke and wail. Everything coming out at once. “Fuck! Fuck! I told him-” You swing your head back over the toilet. “- not to go. If I had just-” Your throat burns as you gag. “-if I had just got him to stay. He'd be here. It's my fault.” Your head is back over the toilet. “He’s dead because I couldn't get him to stay! Yuta’s dead because of me!”

“Y/N you didn't do anything wrong. Don't blame yourself. It’s gonna be okay Y/N.” Jennie whispers trying to calm you down.

That was one year ago. You’re now twenty-three years old. It’s been one year without Yuta. One year without hearing his voice. One year without feeling his touch. One year without waking up to him by your side. One year without any of the stupid fights. One year without exchanging ‘I love you’s. One full year without your first love. He had to have a closed-casket funeral. His body and face to destroyed to show. You knew that if you saw the wax figure of Yuta you would be able to control yourself from touching it and crying. It would make you think he was real. That he was still here with you. That he hadn’t left you here, heartbroken. Many people came to his funeral. You met some of his cousins and best friends. You cried with his family and broke down during your speech. The wake was silent and you fought the urge to walk out. You always visit his grave. Make it a requirement to see it at least three times every month, but you always go more than that. You sit there in silence and don’t really think at all. Always bringing him flowers, whenever the one you brought before start to wilt. Still blaming yourself for his death. The first few months were awful, but they were filled with anger. You were enraged at the fact that life continued without him. That people lived their so perfectly as if someone so great hadn’t lost their life. How a world could still function and be okay when he was gone. The rage hit hard, but soon it was gone. The fire that once roared, was put out and left a cold and stagnant body.

Since his death, you’ve been more shut off., as predicted. Your bubbly personality became only a past memory to your time with Yuta. Everything you are is melancholy. Nothing was important. Not food. Not bills. Not even yourself. Life became blander. Falling into a schedule. The most important or disappointing thing, however, is that all the color in your life is now gone. The colorful world around you seemed to be robbed of all the shades of beauty it held before. Now it was only figments of ashy white, gray and black that clouded your visions. No more magic ran through the air bringing the life you once had back. You’d look in the mirror and see nothing. No soul or emotion insight. Eyes hollow and empty. Just an abandoned shell walking around all these people with meaning in their lives. People who haven’t lost a purpose. The only shred of happiness you have left is Cooper, which seem to be fading.

“Hey, Cooper.” He stayed still not even lifting his head. Any other time this would’ve been normal. After Yuta died Cooper would wait for him by the door waiting for an arrival that would never happen. Even though he wasn’t as chipper as he used to be he’d still look up at you whenever you came home from work. “Cooper.” He still didn’t move. “C’ mon now Cooper.” When he still didn't move your stomach dropped. You ran to his side and drop to your knees. His eyes were open and they were following you. You slipped your hand under his chest. He still had a pulse. It was weaker than normal. “No. No. No. Cooper, please get up.” When he didn’t and whimpered you started crying. That’s how you found yourself speeding downtown to get the closest vet clinic you could find. You carried, your now seventy pound, dog crying. “Someone, please! He’s not moving!” You cry out and fight to keep Cooper up.

“Ma’am. What’s wrong?” A receptionist came up to you.

“He’s not moving. He won’t move at all. Please help him. I can’t lose him.” The last part comes out as a whisper.

“Alright. Let me take him.” You don’t want to let go. Last time you let someone you love go they died. Just the mere thought of losing Cooper makes all this pain become so much more real. That was something you weren’t ready for. Thoughts flash and you hold Cooper closer. Walls crumble and you tremble and shake at what was flying through your head. The image of being alone burned into your mind and you Cooper tight. Breath quacking and heart slamming against your chest. Your eyes squeeze tight and everything seems so chaotic. Then, a rich soothing voice broke your thoughts.

“I promise you he will be okay. I swear on my life that he will come back to you.” His voice was calming. Like a reminder to take a deep breath, a luxury you had been depriving yourself of for such a long time. A hand rubs circles on your back and you catch your breath. Somehow coaxed into letting go of Cooper. You lift him into the hands of the receptionist. A lot of loud shouts follow, but your heart is beating too fast for you to notice anything. It’s deafening at this point. The hand leaves your back and you're left standing in the middle of a vet clinic, at six in the afternoon, looking like a mad man. Finding your way to a chair, memories flood back and soon you’re crying again. He's the only thing of Yuta left. The only shred of happiness that was left after Yuta died. He’s all you had. Cooper can’t leave you to. You know people are looking at you like you are crazy, but you don’t care. You’re shaking in your seat afraid that you’ll lose him. You know people think you’re overreacting. Hell if you from two years ago saw this they would think you’re being overdramatic, but this. This is almost too much. Cooper is like your child. He’s Yuta and your child. You refuse to lose him as well. You try to lift your head, but once again your body felt heavy. The sun beams down on your neck as you shake and shudder. “If anyone is listening, I beg of you don’t take him. I’ve lost love. I can’t lose my only happiness. I can’t.” Begs and please leave your mouth in a whisper. Your pleas soon slow down and your mouthparts only a little. Exhaustion taking over your body.

You’re awoken to a loud bark. Your mind stirs and head throbs, still unaware of the surroundings. The memories of past events hit, full force. The frown that once painted your face came back. Slowly you blink and the current environment becomes clear. The vet clinic. Why were you still here? You stretch wincing at how your body pops, from falling asleep on such an uncomfortable surface. It was silent in the clinic. You look around, searching to see if anyone was still here. There wasn’t a soul in sight and only one dim light showing from a room down a hallway. It smelled of bleach and other cleaning supplies and your stomach churned. The moon, which was now distorted from the rain covering the window, shined through. The realization of how late it actually was became prevalent. The normally chattery city had died down and rested for the night. The only sound being cars that went over puddles and the light music from them. Then there was a bark. A familiar one. You lurch out of the chair and follow Cooper’s bark to a door, reading the metal bar.

Dr. Kim Taehyung

You open the door and see something that you haven’t seen in a long time. Cooper’s once-forgotten gleam in his eyes is returned as he lays on someone. You see a hand petting his head, but not who the hand belongs to.

“I know Cooper, but you got to let her rest too.” Cooper shakes his head and makes eye contact with you jumping off the figure, running to you.

“Cooper!” You drop to your knees, arms open and Cooper runs into you. He barks at you and he looks so joyful. “I’ve missed you to buddy.”

“Cooper’s giving you a run for your money in that department.” The man giggles and you recognize the voice. It’s the man from earlier. The one who got you to let go Cooper with just a few words. Before you can get a good look at him Cooper is trying to lick your face and you weave his tongue just in time. “Here let me help you up.” You reach out for the man’s hand and Cooper finally gets off of you.

“Thank you.” You finally take a good look at the man and you see something that you thought was long forgotten. When you make eye contact the room gets brighter. He had dark curly brown hair that almost went past his eyes. His eyes a rich brown that seem glint even in the darkly lit room. An arched nose that crinkled in joy the mole to the left of the tip standing out. A boxy smile that showed off all his teeth. Round cheeks that reminded you of a newborn. Honey glazed skin that seems to shine and brighten the room. He was beautiful, to say the least. Especially compared to your pale and thin state.

“Y/N right?” He bit lip, looking as if he was holding something back.

“How’d you know?”

“It’s on Cooper’s name tag.”

“Oh. Right.” There was a moment of silence that passed. You stared at him and his never wavering smile. This feeling felt all too familiar. “I- Can you tell me what’s wrong with Cooper?”

“Yeah. Right. Uh, Cooper managed to sprain his right front metacarpus.” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “It’s like his wrist. I suggest giving him these and making sure he rests. Not to do much on it. You have to watch him or it can worsen.” He hands you a white paper bag with somewhat neat handwriting written out in sharpie.

“I don’t have anyone to watch him. I have to work.”

“What about Yuta?” You wince at the mention of his name.

“How do you know who Yuta is?”

“His name is on the name tag.” He gives you a dub look and you’re taken aback. How could someone be so lively and cheerful, this late? His voice, though deep and powerful, was laced in juvenile emotion. As if he had something exciting to say every time he spoke. His eyes glinted with joy that could only come from true happiness. His strong and intimidating physical features clashed greatly with his childlike personality, that it can cause anyone to do a double-take. Had this really been the same boy who convinced you to hand over Cooper? It finally clicks that you have to respond and the words swirl in your head, but nothing can form. The words ‘Yuta has been dead for a while now’ will definitely put a damper on his and strongly affect you. Searching for something, the words finally fall.

“Yuta is- He isn’t around anymore.” You internally cringe at your oversharing.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” Another all to familiar silence falls between you two. The uncomfortable feeling being unavoidable “If you want he can stay here.” A soft smile comes back to his face and it warms your chest.

“No no. I couldn’t ask you to do that.” The thought of adding another load to his already busy day, already made you think you were using him. He shook is dismay.

“It’s fine. I have someone here who can watch and take care of him. I’ll throw in a discount just because Cooper is one of the best patients I’ve had.” He looks back down at Cooper then at you. You two go back and forth for a while. The whole argument, if you could even call it that, seemed extremely childish. Finally, you give in, deciding to weigh the logic against the wants.

“Fine Doctor Kim, you win.” He cheers and you notice the smile that had been on your face. You look down at Cooper, whose head was tucked between your legs, and pet him.

“Perfect and Y/N?” You hesitate a little just to continue petting Cooper.

“Yes.” When you finally look up at him, you see a wide smile on his face and cheerful glint his eyes. The look itself caused your smile to get a little bigger.

“Call me Taehyung.”

A/N: That was a long preview. (Like almost two thousand words long. Lmao.) I really hope you enjoyed this because this was fun (and stressful) to write. Feedback is appreciated. Sending love. 💓💓💓

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