#also i've talked a bit about this before but i'm growing tired of how found family is starting to mean 'literal nuclear family' in fandom

[crdteezv]

Frat House - Yangyang Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring:  !fratboy! yangyang x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Yangyang. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !possessive/jealous! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic…, also somewhat dark and not for the faint of heart, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, hair pulling, oral (giving/receiving(69)), throat fucking, manhandling, masochism, spanking, video recording (consensual), edging, o.denial/control overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.2k words

A/N: I know it’s been some time since I last updated this series. But, I would like to say that it is hopefully coming to an end very soon! Next, I will work on Xiaojun and then finish off with Winwin. Now I hope you all enjoy the Yangyang ver!

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Yangyang.

You felt a bit surprised but relieved that it didn't point to a certain someone. Plus, you kinda know Yangyang so this wouldn’t be too awkward for you. 

"Looks like you're staying with me tonight!"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'm pretty tired anyway, let's head up now."

He agreed and took your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

Meanwhile, Hendery was still processing what happened. He felt a bit upset because he wanted the bottle to land on him. Others understood his feelings but moved on eventually. Everyone went to their rooms to sleep for the night.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You have arrived at Yangyang's room.

It was nice and simple with a lot of grey undertones. His bed was facing the TV and was accompanied by his gaming setup.

"Hey, you can take the bed, and I'll crash on the floor or something–"

"No, it's okay. I'd feel bad making you sleep on the floor. Come here."

You gently pulled him towards the bed, feeling surprisingly at ease together.

"Your gaming setup looks pretty cool. So, you game a lot I assume?"

"Yeah, I do! I usually play with Winwin or Hendery. Lately, we've been hooked on Apex."

Seeing him talking about something he is passionate about, made him have this sparkle in his eye. You were so focused on what he was saying, you started to notice how attractive he was.

"I've never really played it before. I'm usually swamped with schoolwork."

"Wait, we could play now! I'll teach you."

Agreeing nervously, you watched as Yangyang set up the game. With a controller in hand, he guided you through the basics, his excitement contagious. Soon, you were immersed in the game together.

Laughter filled the room as you navigated the game alongside him. Gradually, you found yourself enjoying his company, feeling a growing connection. As the night wore on, you sensed a subtle shift in the air, the space between you started to heat up with tension. Sitting closely against the bedframe, your thighs would occasionally brush with each other, which was distracting you from the game.

"Hey, are you alright? You're playing slower than usual."

"I'm fine, just not used to this controller."

Yangyang paused the game, intertwining his arms with yours, hands still on the controller as if to offer comfort and support.

"You see, this is how you do it–" 

Yangyang's hands covered yours, skillfully maneuvering the controller to control your character. It was as if he was playing the game for you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and heightened nervousness at his intimate gesture.

As you and Yangyang continued playing the game, the close proximity between you felt both exciting and nerve-wracking. His subtle breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, a sensation you hadn't experienced before. It was hard to concentrate, and Yangyang noticed.

"Do I make you nervous? You've been squirming since we started playing again. We can stop if–"

"No, don't stop," you interrupted, feeling emboldened by the moment.

Leaning back into him, you gave him a seductive look, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the intimate exchange.

Throughout the night, Yangyang couldn't keep his eyes off of you, feeling a growing desire. He couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he began to kiss the back of your neck, which sent tingles throughout your body. His hands found their way to your waist, his whispers in your ear

“You should keep on playing the game sweetheart. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want...”

Shivers crawled down your spine as he said that to you. But, who are you to deny such an offer? You nodded your head and he leaned back onto the bedframe and your backside was facing against him. You felt at ease and started to play the game again.

But Yangyang had other plans.

As you focused on the game, his teasing escalated. His hands roamed under your shirt, causing you to squirm and struggle to concentrate.

"Please stop, I can't focus–" you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.

But Yangyang's actions only intensified, his playful bites on your neck were sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

"I never said this was going to be easy," he smirked against your skin, his touch was driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Determined to win, you bit your lip, trying to block out the sensations and focus. This will all be over once you beat the game. 

Feeling Yangyang's hand inching lower, your breath caught in your throat as anticipation mingled with excitement. His touch through your clothed pussy sent a jolt of pleasure surging through you, and you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.

"Seems like you don't want me to stop either," he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with lust as he felt the dampness soaking through your panties.

His words only fueled the desire raging within you, and you didn’t want him to stop at all.

His words alone were making you feel more aroused for him and you don’t know how long you could take it anymore. 

He pulled your panties to the side and shoved his middle finger into your wetness. You let out a moan that was quickly covered up with one of his hands.

“Shh, you don’t want the others to find out what we are doing do you?”

You shook your head no and weren’t even focused on the game anymore. You were too immersed in all the things Yangyang was doing to you. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge. As waves of pleasure crashed over you, your moans became so out of control that you couldn't contain them anymore. But luckily Yangyang's hand muffled all the sinful noises you were making. Your body felt limp as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, losing control over yourself. Tears started to dwell down your face from all the stimulation you were feeling.

When Yangyang's thumb found its way to your clit, a primal scream tore from your throat, your body shuddering with pleasure.

He finds this all amusing and starts laughing at you.

“God, you can’t be this desperate for me, right? You’re not even playing the game for me anymore-”

He feels you squeeze and clench around his finger.

“Mhmm, you’re getting close sweetie? Then cum for me.”

He started shoving his fingers into you at a faster pace than ever before. And just when you were on the brink of climax, he stopped and pulled out his fingers immediately. You felt a sense of discomfort from being unsatisfied by his actions.

“Hey, why did you do that?”

His smirk only widened as he pointed to the TV, explaining his motive with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“It’s because you didn’t win love. I told you I will give you anything you want if you win.”

“Are you serious? It’s not even fair you, kept on distracting me.”

“Oh I know, and I don’t plan on making any of this easy for you. But I'll give you one more chance since I'm feeling generous tonight."

“YES! Now what’s the catch this time?”

He grabs the controller and switches the game to a simple racing game.

“Now, this should be easier for you to play and I will just be down here-”

He switches positions now between your legs while you lean against the bedframe.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance. This is just going to be harder than before. But you were determined to win, fed up with his teasing. You agreed and focused on the game.

He started slow by kissing all over your thighs and squeezing them firmly with his hands. You stayed focused, he was not distracting you this time. He admired your determination but knew he could break you soon. His kisses turned into bites, making you tense. He let out a little smirk and continued marking up your thighs. 

You were more focused on the game than before. You knew for a fact he was going to do everything in his power to make you fall for him. But, you are standing your ground and not making any moves. He couldn’t wait any longer and started to lick up your drenched pussy. He put your legs over his shoulders and started to devour you like he was hungry.

You bite your lip hard and start to lose focus. You were almost done with the game and just needed to hold out a little longer. He didn’t care anymore and shoved your core into his face. He started lapping up all of your juices and even started sucking on your clit. 

You finished the game just in time and ended up in first place and you can fully let yourself go for him. You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning even louder than before. You didn’t care if the whole house could hear you at this point, you just wanted Yangyang to keep going.

You pulled onto his hair and pushed him hard against you. You feel him start to whimper into you. The vibrations of all of the sounds he was making made you start to wince around him. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he starts to gasp for air. 

“Fuck baby, this is not enough for me come here-”

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. He made you face away from him.

“Back that ass into me sweetie.”

You were taken aback as he grabbed your waist and pushed your pussy onto his face, causing you to let out a moan. No one had ever made you feel this aroused before, and he was practically driving you wild. He practically making you see stars. You grind your core onto his face and he was loving every second of this. 

As you were going at it, you started to notice that his cock was right in front of you. With a sinful idea in mind, you pulled down his shorts and boxers, stroking him with your hand. He moaned in pleasure, too focused on you to fully comprehend your actions. He couldn’t help but grind up into your hand. Pumping him faster, you reveled in his needy desire.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" you teased, slowing your pace as he begged for more.

“Mhm f-fuck yes, don’t stop-”

You started to slow down your pace and let out a playful laugh.

“I don’t know if you earned it yet. You teased me so much tonight and -”

“P-please, I won’t tease you anymore..”

You looked back at him and gave him a smirk. 

“You promise?”

He nodded his head you decided enough was enough. You took him into your mouth, and he threw his head back. He had already forgotten that he had a job to do too.

“Hey this don’t get too comfortable, you better get back to-”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He went back to devouring your pussy and with more vigor than before. You let out a loud moan and decided to suppress all your noises by shoving your throat down his cock. You began to bob your head up and down wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. You were both overwhelmed by each other. Just a moment ago you were playing a spin-the-bottle game and now his face is deep into your pussy.

Who would’ve known this all happening because of Hendery's little dare?

Yangyang couldn't resist thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as you wondered if you could take this anymore.

The both of you were reaching your breaking point.

You felt his cock start to twitch in your mouth, and you clenched around his tongue in response. With increasing urgency, you both intensified your pace, driving each other to climax simultaneously, not wasting a single drop. You got off of him and almost fell back but he grabbed you in time. 

“Oh baby, we're not done just yet.”

You gave him a confused look and he grabbed you and pushed you down into the mattress on your back. He pinned your hands over and proceeded to take off the rest of his and your clothes. 

"You're so beautiful. I've always wanted to do this," he confessed, his words a mix of desperation and lust, unsettling you slightly.

"Every day in class, I'd stare at you, wanting to be closer," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing. "But Ten or Hendery would always get in the way..."

He slowly brought your legs up his shoulders and positioned himself into you.

“But now… I have you all to myself.”

You started to feel a little intimidated by him. He seemed so possessive all of a sudden. Before you could even say anything, he slips his cock into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you as pleasure surged through your body. Your eyes started to roll in the back of your head. 

He began to pound into you with rough, deep strokes, his pace relentless and unforgiving. It was as if he was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a side of him you had never seen before.

“F-fuck Yangyang s-slow down-“

“No, I can’t anymore. I’ve wanted this for too long, princess. Besides just a moment ago you were practically begging me to fuck you.”

His words were starting to get to you. You did ask for this but you didn’t expect him to be so feral for you. Apart of you didn’t mind it though. You almost like the feeling of being wanted and almost felt selfish for it. It’s been a while since someone wanted to be inside of you this bad. 

So you gave in and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you.  He gripped on the headboard with one of his hands and started fucking deeper into you. His strokes started to become more sharp and precise. 

“F-fuck p-please keep going… right there-“

“Ah you’re liking this a lot more now huh sweetheart? You look so pretty for me.”

He caressed your cheek gently before deciding to change things up. Flipping you onto your stomach, he positioned you with your ass in the air and pushed your head into the pillow.

"Now, I'm not holding back anymore. I want you to be loud for me so everyone in this house can hear you, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, delivering a loud smack to your ass that elicited a whimper from you.

“Especially Hendery and Ten.”

Your eyes widened as you realized Yangyang had planned this all along. He had been jealous since you kissed Ten in front of everyone

Little did you know, he and Winwin were in on it the whole time.

 When he was whispering to Winwin when you kissed Ten, he was telling him that he wanted to find a way to separate you and Ten. Yangyang thought if he could somehow convince Hendery to come up with such a dare, there was a chance he could have you to himself tonight. That's why he didn't object when Hendery first proposed the dare.

Yangyang was jealous.

You looked back at Yangyang with such anger "You wanted this to happen, didn't you? How long have you been planning this?"

“Since we first met in math class. I always saw you and Hendery going against each other and how close you were with Ten-“

He pulled you up by your hair and brought you closer to his face.

“Now here you are all alone with me. Begging for me to fuck you. Isn't it crazy how things have turned out?" 

“Oh you’re literally insane you know that?”

He pushes you back onto the bed and slips himself back into you.

“And you love that about me don’t you princess?”

With each powerful thrust, you moaned his name, torn between fear and lust. Despite your conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny how good he was making you feel. You felt like you were losing yourself to him and you didn’t want to let go of that feeling.

You were enjoying this and so was he.

He slowed his pace slightly, still inside you, and reached for his phone. He started to record you.

"Now, baby, look into the camera and tell me who makes you feel this good," he demanded.

"You... you do," you managed to gasp out.

He gave a harsh slap on your ass again and you let out a loud moan.

He delivered another harsh slap to your ass, eliciting a loud moan from you. "What was that, sweetie? I didn't quite catch that," he teased

"YOU DO!" you exclaimed, feeling the pleasure intensify as he pounded you deeper into the mattress.

"That's right, pretty girl. Only I can make you feel this good," he affirmed before stopping the recording and tossing his phone aside.

"Now that I've got what I wanted tonight, I think it's time to wrap this up, don't you think?" he suggested, his actions leaving you too overwhelmed to respond with words. All you could do was nod your head. You were too preoccupied to be able to let out any words at the moment. He was bringing you so much pleasure that all you could do was scream and moan in ecstasy.

He grabbed your waist with both of his hands and started to fuck you into the mattress. He gripped your waist so tight that it was starting to become a little painful to bear. You both eventually climax at the same time and he was riding out all of your orgasms. He wouldn’t stop until you were fully satisfied.

He fell back into the bed and brought you to his chest. You were both panting for air, trying to catch your breath. It felt a little awkward afterward and you both didn’t know what to say to each other.

“Hey look I’m sorry for the way I acted tonight. It’s just I’ve liked you for a very long time now and I just got carried away. I can’t help myself when it comes to you-“

You kissed him on his cheek. 

“It's fine, Yangyang. You just caught me off guard is all. I just didn’t know you were this crazy for me-“

"Hey, I'm not that crazy for you," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood after everything that happened between the two of you.

“Oh come on. You kept on going on and on about how much you wanted me and was being really possessive. I think that’s what you call crazy.” you teased, noting his surprised expression as he realized your point.

"Look, I'm sorry again, and we can forget about this happening, and I'll even delete the video–" he started, but you interrupted him by grabbing his wrist.

"Oh, but I don't want to forget what happened tonight. It was just getting fun, don't you think?" you said playfully, causing him to feel drawn to you once more.

"You don't have to delete the video if you don't want to. I know you want to show all the other guys what went on with me and you tonight," you added, observing his surprised reaction.

"Especially Hendery and Ten, right?" 

**AUTHOR NOTES**: If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY]

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[jester089]

High on life, and coffee

Been thinking about this for a while so I'm gonna write it. This one needs a bit of set up though. I've been thinking a reader who is really really fast. Like fast enough to just run on walls or ceilings when way to energetic. Kind of like a super powered slightly more mature kid. TADC Crew x Hyper, Fast, & Optimistic Reader

You were overwhelming to everyone. You always having a seemingly limitless amount of energy and just overall happiness for everyone and thing around you. Because of how you act everyone sees you as childish. But that honestly isn't true. You've been here longer then Kinger but you are strangely ok mentally. I mean the circus is tiring and childish but have you ever thought about if a child found it? I mean people in the circus don't age so someone who's energetic and not mature would be perfect. You aren't really immature though. Just a lot. You remind everyone of a cat with how you get zoomies and just sprint around till you tire yourself out.

Caine quite likes how you are. You don't complain and happily go on adventures. And he can be wild around you without worrying about freaking you out because you always match if not exceed his energy. One time he gave you a incredibly strong energy drink because Jax said you asked for it. That was an awful day for everyone involved. The day ended with thousands of dollars in damages and not a soul you included getting out unharmed. ~~~~~ You were sitting in your room physically shaking. You want to get up and do something but Caine said he has something to show you. So you're doing you best to be patient. Caine pops into existence next to you. You quickly stand up exited to hear what he has to say. "Hello my speedy friend! I have some amazing news! I'm expanding your room and adding a hamster wheel so you can run as long as you like without breaking things!" He snaps and one of your walls extends more then doubling your room size. And just as he said their is a giant hamster wheel. You get in to try it out. After running for a bit you get out thank and hug him. "Oh it's no trouble! I'm glad you enjoy it!" Caine disappears and you get back to running. It feels nice being able to go as fast as you want. I give the hamster wheel a day before it's broken.

Gangle is a tough one. She likes how energetic you are and feels more ok being herself when you're around. But you are also a lot and she can't always handle that. Despite you regularly moving at the speed of sound you never mess with her or break her masks. So she's grow to enjoy having you around. Do be careful though cause if you sprint by her just the speed in which you were going will knock her over. She doesn't have the body mass to be able to deal with normal wind non the less your shockwave things. ~~~~~ You sprint into a room looking for someone to talk to. You see Gangle and run over to her feeling bad when she falls over. Once she's back up you start talking at her, no matter how hard she tries she doesn't get a word in before your on a new topic. Eventually with Pomni's help you calm down ever so slightly and start having a genuine conversation with the two. That of course doesn't last long. You get maybe a minute into the conversation before you sprint off again. Gangle who was mid sentence stares at the door you just zoomed through. It's not like this is the first time you've done that. It's still surprising though.

Zooble is consistently annoyed by you. You have so much energy, talk faster then anyone can understand, and are constantly talking. She can't even avoid you as you can easily do a lap of the entire circus if you feel like it. You're just so loud and forget that personal space exists. So she doesn't like you. But she's kind of forced to get used to you as you're consistently everywhere at once. On the plus side you can find anything in a matter of seconds so she goes to you if she needs something. You can also get to places everyone else can't so if she wants alone time she'll ask you to put her really up high or something so no one but you can bother her. ~~~~~ Zooble is wandering around looking for you. She calls you name out every now and again. You two set up this awesome roof fort that only you are able to get into and she wants some time away from everyone. She call out one more time jumping when you come crashing through a wall at like 300mph. You skid across the ground face first coming to a stop right in front of her. She gets a little worried when you don't move but you soon hop up and dust yourself off asking what she needs. "I want in the roof fo-" She doesn't even get to finish her sentence before you pick her up, hold her above your head, and sprint off. She has to bundle up a bit to not lose any of her pieces just from the sheer speed you're moving.

Kinger going to have a heart attack every time you wiz by just saying. You never calm down and never stop, so he can't do much. He's intelligent and calm. Thinking things through and much preferring to just be comfy. You are the dead opposite never slowing down and acting exclusively on instincts and impulse. You honestly freak him out when you appear cause chaos in a room then zoom out leaving whoever is there to clean up. If any one Kinger would be the one to get you to calm down. If he manages that he's really surprised by how smart and mature you are. You have more energy then you know what to do with but you aren't stupid. From then he appreciates you a lot more. And he keeps stocked up on calming things like music or tea to help you out. ~~~~~ Kinger is laying in his fort thinking about his life and past life when he hears some incredibly rapid knocking on the door. He knowing who it is sets up a crash pad with his extra pillows and blankets then opens the door not surprised when you basically fly in crashing in the crash pad at unreasonable speeds. "Hey Kinger! Can I tell you something cool?! Can I, can I, can I!?!" Kinger smiles at you and nods while getting comfortable again. "I learned a new trick! Watch!" You pull a broom out of seemingly no where and balance it on your palm. You only keep it up for 10 seconds before it falls straight in your face. "Did'ja see?!" "I saw. Is that all you wanted to show me?" You nod and run up to the door. You throw it open and sprint out. Kinger is about to stand up to close it before you pop your head back in say bye and close the door behind you.

Ragatha would be the only real one who starts out trying to be around you. You're a lot, a lot more then she can keep up with. But she isn't just going to leave you alone because of that. It takes her a while to be able to make out what your saying but once she does it feels more like a friendship rather then her worrying about you. She wont admit it but she secretly goes to you asking for piggyback rides. The wind in her hair makes her remember the real world in a way that doesn't make her feel worse. She will unironically try to ground you when you break things. She never follows through though cause she knows you aren't trying to break things. You just move way to fast for even you to handle. ~~~~~ "Y/N GET DOWN HERE! YOU'RE 500 FEET OFF THE GROUND YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT!" You, who is sitting up on the highest ledge in the circus glare down at her. "What if I don't want to. What then? Also you don't have any say over me I'm my own person." She is going to yell at you again before you slip, fall, and land exclusively on your face. She rushes over and helps you up. Surprisingly you're completely fine. "See I told'ja. I run into things at much faster speeds then that. I'm durable. Not I'm going to go annoy Caine for something sweet because I want something sweet. BYE!" You leave her in that room. She just stares in the direction you ran slightly surprised, and slightly annoyed. You have zero self preservation and you wont listen to her. It worries her. But she can't argue with the fact you're durable. I mean you're the only person she knows who could fall from that height and still move. None the less talk, walk, and run. After she snaps out of it she gets up to follow you knowing full well you've probably already gotten yourself into trouble again.

Jax after trying and failing to so much as touch you stops trying to "prank" you and switches to trying to get you to help him. He never tells you what you're helping with but he's gotten you to listen anyways. Until you inevitably find out what you're helping with his "pranks" get much more elaborate and hard to avoid. I pray for the poor sucker who walks into them. Cause trust me their going to be cruel. ~~~~~

"Little to the left. No to far. Yeah right there. This is gonna be perfect." "Nice! So... Why exactly did I set up this giant hammer?" "Oh uhh... Caine made this giant piggy bank that we have to destroy to win todays adventure. You want to win the adventure don't you?" "Of course I do! Do we need anything else?" "Yeah could you get some more rope." You give him a thumbs up and run out. Jax turns back to the door trap you set up without even knowing it. He sees Kinger start walking in and gets a huge smile. He pushes a little button and the giant hammer falls and hit Kinger straight in the face knocking him out and rearranging his entire face and head. Jax starts laughing hard as you come back in with the requested rope. You drop it and freak out when you see Kinger running over to him wanting to help.

Pomni is already jumpy without someone sprinting around at mach 2. Despite how often you scare her you apologizing and offering help is something she likes. Sadly with you there her hopes of finding an exit were quickly crushed. You picked her up and sprinted around the entire circus showing her every inch. And just as everyone says their wasn't an exit. She gets really depressed after that. She's less jumpy and more mopey. She thanks you for your help and wanders off towards her room leaving you alone to feel bad. ~~~~~ "It's just... Did I do something wrong? I just wanted to help..." "No you didn't do anything wrong. She just believed so hard that there was an exit. And by helping her you proved that their isn't." Your frown only deepens at that. You weren't trying to make her lose hope... Maybe you could do something nice for her. You and Kinger have been working on something for Pomni with some help from Ragatha. Once it's finished you thank him for the help and run off to her room. Once you get there you knock... Nothing. You ring the doorbell... Also nothing. You swear you hear something glitchy but only for a moment. Worrying. So you leave the gift in front of her door with a little hand written apology note. (Another story done. Sorry to all my requestors I've just been writing more casually and for what I want to write recently.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[alieinthemorning]

An Addition to Change [Gojo Satoru]

Content: Depressed Reader, Depressed Gojo Satoru, Young Fugshiguro Megumi, Depression, Change, Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, AU: No Curses, Not Beta Read

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

Direct Continuation of: Tears of the Strongest

Change is something that Satoru did a lot. He changed his clothes, furniture, cars and even house at a whim. Often times, he'd have at least 5 outfit changes in a day, there would be movers in and out the house replacing furniture, he'd come home with a new car and about every 1-2 years you'd be moving to a new place.

And you'd just gone along with it all.

But this?

This was a bit much.

You eyed the child sitting across from you on the large gray couch, brand new, not even a dent in the cushions yet. He had black hair that was sticking up in every direction, violet eyes that bore into your own, unimpressed with...everything it seemed, and a frown that was too old and tired for a child his age.

Your gaze turned to Satoru, who was sitting beside you. He was pointedly looking at his phone, scrolling through social media to avoid both you and the child's stare.

"We can't avoid this Satoru." You began, "Can you please tell me what happened? But be for real this time."

Because "I just found him and it seemed like he needed a home!" is not an explanation at all. Sounds like he kidnapped a child off the streets and you really don't want to get tied up into something like that.

Satoru sighed in that dramatic way that he does, lolling his head away from you. "I told you—"

The child cut him off. "I've been living alone for a while now. He's been bothering me ever since he found out and now I'm here I guess." Satoru glared at him, but nodded along.

"Okay...and what about your guardians?"

"Dead." He replied flatly.

Your heart tightened. That poor baby, to have to navigate the world all by himself and for only he knows how long.

"What's your name?" You asked softly.

"...Megumi."

"Okay, Megumi, what would you like to do? Would you like to go back to where you were or would you rather stay here with us?"

He was quiet for a moment, playing with the sleeves of his jacket before finally answering you. "...I wanna stay here."

You smiled, "Okay, then." then it dropped, "We literally don't have anything for you."

Satoru laughed loudly, snorting while your head swiveled toward. "What are we gonna do?"

He stood, wiping a tear from his eye. "We're gonna go shopping, of course."

And after that shopping trip, you and Megumi vowed to never go shopping with Satoru again.

Mornings were always hard for you. It would either be a rough sleep of tossing and turning or a nightmare that disturbed your sleep to the point of waking up just as tired, if not more than when you went to sleep. So often times you'd lay in bed, fighting between succumbing to sleep or proceeding with living.

But then a small, warm hand landed on your cheek.

"I'm hungry. I would have fed myself, but I don't know where anything is..."

You blinked.

Oh yeah, Megumi.

You were not ready for a change as massive as this one, but you had to get up regardless because now there was a child in your care. So you pulled yourself up and smiled.

"Good morning, Megumi."

Change is something Megumi also did a lot. However, it made sense with him because he was a a child and children were always changing.

His favorite food changed weekly which kept you on your toes and kept you from fretting on what to make anymore.

He was a growing which meant new clothes needed to be bought ever few months (which prompted you to convince Satoru to stop buying him such expensive clothing).

His favorite shows and interests were also ever changing. New toys were bought every week and it was beginning to get harder to hold a conversation with Megumi since he would always be talking about something new (it was worth it though to see that sparkle in his eye when he talked about the things that he enjoyed).

There were a few things that didn't change though.

He still love frogs. He loved going out in the rain to hunt for them, despite usually coming back in empty handed (you had to stop Satoru from having frogs on standby for rainy days).

He also loved dogs which prompted Satoru into getting him two dire wolf dogs (how the hell he got them is beyond you).

He still only tolerated Satoru (that's what he said, but he really was opening up to him).

And he still favored you (you don't think that that will ever change though).

"Thanks for not turning me away..." Megumi told you as his face was just about buried in Shiro's black fur.

Satoru was still changing, but not as materialistically.

Now he was making more of an effort to be home with you and Megumi (he's days were now 9-5, no exception and no more bring work home).

More of an effort to bond with Megumi, who was thankfully warming up to him (he was even able to take him out on their own outings without the day going horrible wrong).

More of an effort to understand your words from before.

He is not the strongest, and that's okay (he did cry a bit when Megumi got sick, however. It was something new and scary for him, so you wouldn't tease him about it...much).

"Thank you for taking such good care of Megumi." His arms wrapped around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of  kisses. "And thank you for staying by my side all this time."

You also were changing.

You think it's a good thing.

"I love you two so much." Your smile was shy, but your words were genuine. "Thank you so much for being a part of my life and turning this house into a home."

You'll never forget the smiles they gave you. Bright, wide, full of teeth and as warm as a sun beam.

Hopefully, you'll continue to change alongside your boys.

In light of JJK 236 leaks dropping, I wrote this instead of going to sleep. I already was going to write this, but due to me being Apollo's favorite and being fucking prophetic—

Anyway! Here's something to drive the knife in deeper. :)

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

#alie ficlet #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #reader insert

[originalgenshinscenarios]

Not sure if I've already requested, but can I ask for the matchups in the valentines event?

Looking for a girl over 18 from Liyue or Inazuma

Lesbian

Sagittarius, INTJ

I'm very shy but when I do get close to someone, I get VERY close, I end up talking to them about everything on my mind (even if it might be the wrong thing to say in a situation), I follow them around almost everywhere and sometimes end up doing whatever chores they tell me to. It's really hard for me to make friends though, since for some reason I'm unable to talk to those I'm not familiar with . For some reason I end up planning way too far ahead even in the most minor of things (as an example, whenever I start playing gacha games I end up planning my teams for the entire game and create around 7 reroll accounts to get the character that's both most versatile and will be on my final team [and then I end up stop playing said gacha game within a week of playing]). I overthink way too much, often thinking about things that no one cares about, and I end up getting self-conscious of things that don't really matter. I don't talk too much (unless someone is asking me about my interests, in which case I talk WAY too much), so I usually end up being the one listening instead of speaking. I end up getting very careless in what I say and do in front of people I know I can trust (in front of others is a different story. So basically I'm very shy and preserved at first, but when I get close to someone I get very very very very close. I end up being very happy go lucky in front of people I'm close with, but when I know they're tired I just ask them if they need anything and give them what they want. I usually tease my friends a lot, and whenever someone else teases me we have a (friendly) fight since there ain't no way I'm backing down from that.

My love language is acts of service, and as I said once I get close to someone I get VERY close, as in I'm willing to do absolutely anything for them, as in I'd probably do the most embarrassing of things (or most dangerous of things) in front of them if they asked me to.

Although, I'm looking for someone who can just hold me close, someone who can just give a sense of comfort or a sense of safety, someone who'd just be there for me through and through. I'm fine with anything as long as I can get the loving words I never got growing up, even if it's the most simple of compliments.

Basically:

looking for a girl from either Inazuma or Liyue who can just comfort me and give me the love my family never did

Personality: I start off shy, a bit of a tease, plan way too far ahead, and also overthink a lot a lot

In a relationship I can simply do chores for you every once in a while, and I'll also take care of you when you're tired

You didn't send it in before so good that you double checked!

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

I match you with...

Ningguang

As greedy as she can be, she has a lot of love to give and she's not afraid to share it with you.

She's very observant, so whenever you feel down she's going to do whatever to make you feel better.

She'd plan a different solutions to different troubles, she'd both listen and give advice.

Your habit of planning ahead is something she appreciates a lot. And often you'd help each other make the most organized of plans! So whenever you set your minds to something literally nothing will be left to chance.

Your teasing is often like a good challenge to her. It quickly turns into you flirting with each other though.

With how you listen to every order and execute it almost immediately, she thinks you're one of the most reliable people she can count on.

But on the other hand she'd scold you if she found out you did something dangerous without any second thoughts. Be it by her or your friends' request.

She also isn't likely to admit to her being tired too quickly. So sometimes your habit of checking up on her hits at the right time.

She understands importance of rest, but when she's busy with work, time starts looking like a foreign concept to her.

~Mod Lisa

#3x valentines #ningguang genshin #ningguang x reader #gi ningguang #genshin ningguang #ningguang genshin impact #ningguang #Matchup #Matchups #Matches

[vmures]

Today's musings are on the complex and fascinating bonds between humans and how those are viewed in various cultures. In particular, I want to talk about found family and my personal experiences regarding the topic.

First, I want to set the stage as to what larger cultural norms are at play for me personally. I'm a US American, generally raised in the South (though there were childhood years spent in the Southwest and Inland Northwest as well) who has, as an adult, largely lived in New England and the Mid-Atlantic regions of the US.

My bio family is...well the politest terms would probably be "a dumpster fire of generational trauma, dysfunction, and toxicity." Those relationships are complex and fraught with issues for the most part. I was fortunate to mostly patch things up with my dad before he passed and after he sobered up and acknowledged a majority of his fuckups as a dad. I still talk with my bio brother, and we love each other, but we're not particularly close these days. I haven't talked with my bio mom for twenty years. The only other person from my bio family that I'm close to is a second cousin who is only a year older than me and who was a dear friend to me growing up. Always felt more like a sibling than a cousin, to be honest.

Despite the lack of supportive and healthy relationships with my bio family, I have a wonderful found family that I've been a part of for more than twenty years. And the thing about familial relationships (found or bio) is that they are layered and complex, and sometimes it's easier to use shorthand to refer to relationships rather than a whole long ass story on how you are connected or, in the case of bio family, disconnected.

My found family is largely made up of a group of women and their partners, plus some of our extended friends. Most are in the same age range, with some variation. And we all consider each other family. For the core group, we tend to refer to each other as sisters, because that is the easiest way to explain our relationship to others. One couple tends to get referred to as the parental units of the group though we do not call them mom and dad.

One of the key reasons we end up using familial terminology to refer to each other is cultural expectations. These folks are my next of kin. They are the ones who will visit me in the hospital should something happen. It's a hell of a lot easier and quicker to say "sister" when visiting someone at the hospital, especially if someone is in critical care and only family is allowed. It was also easier when one of us had to go pick up one of the kids from school or something to be listed as their Aunt. People understand those relationship terms and it's shorthand to help you get through social situations without having to give a longwinded explanation of your relationship that makes you feel like the guy from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with his conspiracy board.

Is this the case with all found families? No. Found families, like bio families, come in a wide variety of configurations. But I bet in certain situations, people do use shorthand just to bypass the cultural bullshit or restrictions that come into play (e.g. visiting someone in ICU). But I wanted to share my experiences and thoughts. Because I am getting a bit tired of some of the "stop using family terms for found family" dialogue. It feels a bit like a slap in the face and someone telling me that my lived experience isn't valid or real.

Like all such discourse, it is nuanced. I agree that people shouldn't police others' interpretations of things (i.e. tell someone they can't ship someone because they are siblings in a found family). But that is a different issue. One more related to people being unable to see that their interpretation doesn't supersede anyone else's--that there is no one true way to see anything. It's all filtered through our own experiences and views.

Human relationships are complex and varied across the board, and languages don't always have words to express those connections fully. English is fairly limited when it comes to words describing relationships. Add in that certain cultures, in my case US American culture, often favor some relationships more than others, and you have a bit of a mess that can make describing your loved ones and family challenging. It would be lovely if we could all keep that in mind when discussing these things. There are many ways to live your life and many types of families, found or otherwise. Maybe someone's experience is beyond your ken, but that doesn't mean it's less valid or real.

#v's musings #found family #life is far more complicated than many are comfortable with #I do wish folks wouldn't police others interpretations of fandom or life #but in bitching about those folks can we focus on their inability to realize that their head-canon is not actual canon #rather than invalidating others' lived experiences as a way of undermining those head-canons #not trying to speak for everyone whose main family is a chosen one #just sharing my own experiences and thoughts #fandom discourse #also life discourse #long post is long #but sometimes it takes a bit to say what you really want to say

[eponymoussquared]

The only good thing Velma has done.

Velma is a train wreck. As everyone knows. It'd be an insult to the Scooby-Doo franchise if it was actually part of the Scooby-Doo Franchise, but its not. You can't have an origin story if the characters aren't in the origin. Somehow, nobody realized this.

However, Velma has done one good thing, and a very good thing at that. Let's talk about Be Cool Scooby Doo.

I never watched Mystery Incorporated beyond a few episodes, which were admittedly very good. The old cartoons were also before my time. So this was one of the first iterations I got into. While this did-mean I didn't appreciate the in-jokes, I still loved it. It was funny, had surprisingly three-dimensional characters while also being overexaggerated caricatures at the same time, and while the story structure was formulaic, they were also willing to subvert and play with it. There was meta-humor, but ti was more characters talking about how unlikely the situation was, or how they keep meeting monsters, instead of deliberately mentioning shows.

It wasn't anything groundbreaking, but I liked it alot. However, apparently that wasn't a popular opinion. Alot of people didn't like the show because of the artstyle(apparently it reminded them of family guy, although I don't see it) and just-never watched it. Combined with Cartoon Network airing it at bad times and alot of troubled production, it kind of fell under the radar for the most part, and wasn't super well liked, especially after Mystery Incorporated being so serious, and Be Cool being so silly. Then Velma came, and people started to get nostalgic for the old shows. They also seem to have rediscovered this show along the way, and now many are wondering if they were a bit harsh towards it. Seriously, I've seen the comment "Perhaps I was a bit harsh towards you" regarding the show about one million times now. They found that the jokes were funny, the characters were likable, and everyone wasn't a jerk with no redeeming qualities. I always liked Be Cool, from the character dynamics(Shaggy and Scooby being so used to being chased by monsters they're experts at distracting them so they can escape, even spontaneously finding costumes somehow, Daphne being incredibly eccentric but also being the heart of the group, encouraging them when their down and always reassuring anyone who needs help. Its the most personality I've seen of here in-almost anything, really.) Velma(The be cool version[The 'Cool' version, if you will....you won't? Yeah, okay, thats fair]) is a bit toned down if anything, very deadpan and tired, but that makes it a lot funnier when she's actually emotional, and she is still invested in helping her friends out and having a good time solving mysteries with them. She's definitely alot more caring then her Indian counterpart. Sure she still has snark, but she's also willing to give affection and actually call the gang friends.

Then theres Fred. He's a bit meaner here,(due to spoiler reasons-yes he has reasons why, but I won't tell) but he's far from incapable of introspection, often realizing his desire to solve mysteries, and take the lead on them, can make people upset or get hurt. While he usually ends up being somewhat right, he does still learn a lot by being around the gang. I've heard some people theorize that Velma(In the eponymous show, not the Be cool version) is supposed to be seen as a jerk, so that we can watch her grow into a better person. From what little I've seen of the show(no, Im not watching it, i've heard enough horror stories), that might be true, but the fact is she's not likable enough to want to stick around for. The gang in Be cool are fun to watch, even when some of them are being jerks. And while its sad it took Velma to get people to give this show a chance, I'm very happy its starting to get some of the recognition it deserved. Stay Cool, Scooby Doo.

TL;DR: If you have a bad taste in your mouth from Velma and want some good-old fashioned mystery solving-fun with the gang, while still being able to poke fun at them a little without poking fun at YOU for watching them, watch Be Cool Scooby Doo. It's a pretty good time.

#I know I started this tumblr for writing #but just typing out my thoughts is kinda nice #I might do more of that until I finish another story #Be Cool Scooby Doo #i cant believe I finally got to use 'eponymous' in a sentence #oops! this is a rant now

[mrfandomgage]

So, way back when in 2015, Undertale came out, right? I was 13-14, but if I remember right, I was in Middle School, and one of my friends made an OC for it. I didn't know what it was so I asked about it, and I vaguely remembered Markiplier's first 2 episodes on it, before the fans harassed him into streaming the entire game. I wondered why Mark didn't play it, but I heard JackSepticEye played it, and because I was a kid without money, of course I watched him play it.

After watching Jack's playthrough, I fell in love, and basically watched everything I could about it. Learning all its lore, watching fan dubs of comics, wondering why Sr Pelo made that April Fools Genocide route (this is before I knew how Subtitles worked, and JFC when I learned that a lot of content creators were being harassed I got upset). I joined fan groups, joined Amino (hell hole), drew shitty art (I do leagues better than my old art, still shit tho), and because I loved AUs and lacked art skills, I started writing more often because of it. Hell, "Mr Fandom" was a name I made up because I was into Undertale, FNAF, My... that one I don't like talking about, but I wanted to express my interests in everything and embrace it. Gage Fandom as a name and character came later.

I have so many positive experiences with Undertale and its community, not to say it's all sunshine, but it definitely helped me out a bit. So why am I tired of it? Simple. I was obsessed with it since I was 13-14. A lot of my thoughts and ideas were about Undertale, I am 21 now and edging towards 22. I once was talking to my little sibling, and they called it a Hyper fixation, I found that wrong, because this wasn't a short term thing like those can be, I've been into this thing for nearly 9 years now. I'm just growing tired of thinking about it all the time. Don't get me wrong, if you wanna know anything about Undertale, one of the many games in my life that made me a furry, I can still recall most of it's lore, if something is only fanon or canon, if it's a myth, or even those messages Toby Fox made for when people inevitably shared them on the internet, good going Toby, you made a game interesting that the secrets that say people wouldn't be impressed with if they were put on the internet, people were legitimately impressed and made animations about that, good on.

I will tell you, Undertale is a fantastic game, it inspired me to write stories and even to an extent practice drawing (tho I definitely started drawing more when I got into HomeStuck around 2018, and I definitely started taking my own artwork a bit more seriously after accepting I'm a furry). I may have a hard time ever finishing a story I write, but I got into it because of Undertale and its writing.

Oh, and let's not forget Deltarune. I love it for some of the same reasons I do Undertale, Character writing is one of my favorite subjects (this is Kinda why I like Homestuck, a lot of characters are well written, even if also as much aren't, lol). Yes this is why most of my writings on this blog are of characters talking to each other, I'm primarily practicing Dialogue and trying to get to a point where it feels natural.

I love Undertale. I do not want to think about Undertale for a while.

#undertale #ramblings

[miezmiau-animations]

Authors note:

So I've noticed that @papara-week reblogged my posts. And I'm really thankful for that!

But they got the days wrong. The tags always describe the day from before.

Because you see, I already posted a day before the week even started. I needed that extra chapter to start the story. With it I could include the tags better.

And the numbers on the pictures is for the chapters, not the day.

From now on there will also be split up chapters which will come in parts. I hope you understand that. ^^"

Warning:

This story contains blood, body horror, violence and curses. You have been warned.

Chapter 4, Part 1:

Good Nightmare

It was another busy night in the restaurant. People were chatting, eating and having fun. Everything seemed normal.

But who dared to look deeper, could see how angry the staff was. Angry at a man, serving the customers.

Papyrus could feel their stares on his back. It felt cold and the feeling burned itself down his spine. 

But he had to ignore it. Work was his priority at this very moment. So he walked over to the next table. 

There was a couple already waiting for him. A rich looking man and a woman, which looked more like a doll than a human. 

"Good evening," he said with a soft smile. "May I take your orders?"

But the orders never came. 

"I'm not here for food, you fool. I'm here for business. Here," he said, as he gave Papyrus an envelope. "Take this to your boss. And better make it quick, will you?"

Oh he really didn't like the tone of this guy. But very well. He'd play along for now. 

"Of course, Sir. Anything else, before I go?"

He looked at the lady to his right. Her stare seemed distant and her eyes dull. It reminded him a little bit of Chara.

His little princess.

He wondered how she was doing. They haven't seen each other for weeks now.

Would she still want to see him, he wondered. Or did she grow tired already?

He couldn't blame her if she did.

"No, don't ask me even more questions, you good-for-nothing!" the rich guy responded angrily. "Just get going already!"

"Alright, Sir. Have a wonderful night then."

And hopefully I will never see your ugly face again, he thought.

With the envelope in his hands, he headed over to the kitchen. The chefs were all staring at him but he ignored it.

Nobody seemed to like him anymore.

He headed for another door and then a staircase. With each step, he held his breath more. 

He just hoped his don wouldn't get mad. He hasn't talked to him in a while… And there was no new mission so far.

A rather bad sign.

At the end of the stairs, he reached a big, wooden door. It was black, but decorated with little carvings and gold ornaments. Quite the luxus, for a hole in the wall with a few planks over it.

Careful, he knocked on it.

Inside the room, you couldn't hear a sound. It was so silent, he could hear his own soul beating faster by the second.

"Who's there?" asked a deep, strong voice.

"It's me, Marcello. May I come in?"

With that, he could hear a chair moving and loud, heavy footsteps approaching the door. He held his breath. The door opened. And before him stood a tall, pig-like man. 

But there was something weird about this. He had a big smile on his face.

Wasn't he angry?

"Mio figlio! You have returned, my boy!"

Before Papyrus could even react, Marcello swept him up into a big bear-hug. 

"Papyrus! I really did miss you!"

"M-marcello-"

"Oh! That's right."

He let go of the now rather tiny looking skeleton, which had to catch its breath.

"You can't even breathe a little, once I lift you! Hahaha!"

He found it amusing. Well at least that meant there were no bad news. 

"Come on in, figlio. There is a lot to discuss for us!"

Was there? Oh, maybe things actually would get complicated.

His don guided him to take a seat. He obeyed and waited patiently for his boss to sit down.

"So tell me, Papyrus. Why did you do it?" he now asked with a more serious tone.

He swallowed. Guess there was no point in lying now.

"When I talked to her father… Asgore... He was being so cold. He didn't even care anymore!"

"What do you mean by that, figlio?"

"He… he just shrugged and told me that he'd start preparing the funeral! Like it wouldn't be anything important! His own daughter and..."

The skeleton gritted his teeth. 

He was so angry at this man. Asgore didn't deserve Chara at all! She was so fragile in his eyes. Like a bird with broken wings. And this man put a cage around her. Using her, for his own good.

He has seen her broken smile so often. How close she always stood to an edge. Like her life didn't matter anymore.

And it seemed like it didn't matter either to her father.

He'd rather swap her out with some dolled up city girl to market his company. If it wouldn't break Charas heart more, he would have ripped that mens throat right out of his body.

"I was so angry, Marcello. So, so angry. But instead of ending him, I… I brought the doctors the cure without any payment. I couldn't bear the thought of her… I'm sorry. I just…"

Was his face this wet the entire time? He lifted one of his hands.

When did he start crying? 

Was it out of anger?

Or frustration?

"No, my boy. I think I understand."

Softly, he patted Papyrus' shoulder. The skeleton looked up to the taller monster. Tears were still streaming down his face.

"Feelings are difficult. Sometimes we fall in the depths of our soul, without wanting to. But sometimes we rise above ourselves and everyone else to regain a certain emotion," he told him, reassuring. "The others are angry at you, Papyrus. Because the deal did not work out. Because money was lost."

A smile returned to the bigger monster's features.

"But I'm not mad. No, I'm proud."

"Proud...?"

What? But he ruined a good deal. Like he said, a lot of money!

"You could have let that girl die. But you knew she was a victim of her father. Just a tool for us to get his money. And a tool for him to earn his. I think I understand the way you feel."

He was like a father. Somebody that finally cared. That gave him shelter and a home. Work. Food. Money. The things he needed so bad back then. And now even empathy for his twisted mindset.

"Grazie, padre," Papyrus whispered, with a returning smile. He closed his eyes and let the moment wash over him. It was nice to just be here and talk.

"Now, figlio. What is your reason to be here?"

Oh. He already forgot about that.

Careful, he gave Marcello the letter.

"The man that gave me this, is still waiting downstairs. I could get him for you, If you want me to."

"No need, my boy. I know what this letter is about. Tell him, I will meet him later at the old church, alright? Oh, and please take the next day off. I think you need a break."

A day off? That was new. He never even thought about taking a break. But he was so emotional unstable at the moment... So he would gladly take it.

"Thank you, Marcello! I will. But make sure you'll take a break as well, alright?"

"Will do, figlio. Will do."

After they said their farewell, he stood up and returned to the exit. Gentle, he closed the big, black door. 

Marcello smiled, to a photograph on his desk.

"Oh, Il mio amore. He really found love."

And the woman in the picture smiled back.

THANK YOU FOR READING PART 1 OF CHAPTER 4!

Marcello turned out to be one of my favorite side characters. He just kind of adopted Papyrus as he started working for him.

Just to ease some confusion:

figlio = son

padre = father

mio amore = my love (a beloved person)

I need to write more of these two. Their vibe just gives me so much life. Wholesome, himbo dad and struggling son. <3

HAPPY SHIPPING ^^

#undertale #papyrus #chara #papyrus undertale #papyrus x chara #papara #miezes oc's #miezes storys #charus #papara week #paparaweek #paparaweek2022 #poison fic #female chara #hero and villain au #himbo dad <3 #day 3 of papara week

[missspringthyme]

March 19th, 2024

Today I woke up with just enough time to go and grab a protein drink and a pastry before catching my bus to Maastricht. Despite the fact that I seem to be continually at the grocery store, I currently have no food besides a few dry ingredients that cannot be made into a full meal. Or what do I know, maybe plain cous cous would be ideal.

The whole vibe of waking up in a rush and chugging a chocolate protein shake on a bus feels very last semester coded and I paid the price for it. By the time I got off at my stop I was feeling very sick and unhappy. I wish I didn't get car(bus?)sick so easily.

The walk was nice though, very classic early spring day. Not quite enough to completely lose the jacket, but I left it unzipped. There's lots of flowers blooming, but my favorite are the fruit trees. There's a huge one right on my walk to the uni that has flooded the entire street with pink petals, if I could I would've stopped and sat there for awhile. I should be a little more spoiled growing up with cherry blossom season coinciding with my birthday every year in Japan, but I love fruit tree blossoms no matter where I am. I always secretly feel like they're a gift for me, a marker of better times ahead. Genuinely, I think Spring is the best time to be born.

At the uni, I found my supervisor's office empty so I decided to sit in the break room and wait to be retrieved. A part of me was nervous because my tablet seems to be stuck in British time for only some things (?) One of which includes the times it reports my notifications for calender events. I was a bit paranoid that what I had assumed that the time it was telling me was correct (1 hour earlier than the normal time) and that I had incorrectly assumed it was reporting incorrectly. I fully considered going upstairs to the eeg lab to check if they were in there, but I was pretty sure we didn't have a participant today.

In the break room I checked my email for any "hey where are yous" or "we're canceling today" but I couldn't find any. Instead, I found an email from the PhD student leading the conference in Italy this summer sending me what I needed to apply for a volunteer position. I worked on that for a little bit, and I listened as some other master's students came in and started talking to eachother. Something that makes me feel kinda sad is how I haven't really made any friends in my master's. A combination of living in Aachen, not taking the electives, and sacrificing social invitations because I was overwhelmed with my workload has led to only a handful of school aquantinces. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with the friends I've made but I just don't feel that connected with my university. That really sucks.

I did see German Sri Lankan and got to tell her I had my phone stolen in case she had tried to text. I also finally got the information about her gynecologist that I had promised to give to German American. She offered to have us go back together, which would have been perfect except for the fact that after an hour and a half of waiting I finally found the email of my supervisor canceling our meeting. I fucking hate the outlook inbox. I don't know how you can design something that does literally the opposite of everything you'd want it to do. I'm 100% a Gmail girlie. So, I sent German Sri Lankan a message on snapchat (the only messaging I can currently use) telling her I would be leaving early and got out of there.

I was now tired, hungry, uncomfortable, and annoyed. As I walked back I grabbed my pastry to eat and discovered I had made a horrible mistake. I thought I had grabbed spinach and feta, instead it was filled with some sort of bland, creamy cheese. It did not taste good at all. How does the Aldi have a better bakery selection than the Rewe?? Some things I will never understand. I also haven't mentioned that my outfit just wasn't hitting today, so I really just didn't feel cute.

When I got back to the apartment, I collapsed face first onto the sofa. I took a little half awake nap to banish the last remains of nausea from my system, and got up just in time to catch German American and authentic australian coming back in from enjoying the lovely day outside. We all had a really nice conversation that eventually turned to a discussion around cameras. That was when German American started showing me some photos she had taken with her film camera on a trip to Singapore and I made an insane discovery.

In one of her photos, I saw someone I recognized. A boy that I had gone to daycare with in Singapore, who I had last visited in 2017. Come to find out, the town where his family lives is the town where German American was born and lived in until she was 8. They were neighbors and are still close family friends. After freaking out for a bit, we called his mom and shared the discovery. The call lasted for a long, long time. She remembered my birthday and some things that even I had forgotten about, which was a pleasent suprise. Something I found interesting was that his mom brought up how unhappy I had been around my mom the last time we visited them, and how much happier I seemed now. Which, yes, but crazy that it was noticeable enough for her to say it to me. I kept trying to figure out how she felt about my mom, it was a little hard to pin down. We ended up calling my mom too and they talked for a little bit, but still, crazy coincidence.

After all of that, I finally got to go grocery shopping. For dinner I made myself a giant pot of udon which was exactly what I needed. Then came the best part of today, authentic australian asked for a haircut.

We set him up in the hallway, and I grabbed my hair clips and hair scissors to compliment the thinning sheers authentic australian had bought for the occasion. He just wanted it to be thinned, but he said he wouldn't mind the ends being trimmed as well, so we got to work. Turns out the random trims I've given myself over the years has meant I've absorbed a lot more hair cutting techniques than I've realized. Not that it's super difficult to mess up on someone who has truly an insane amount of wavy hair.

German-american worked on one side and I the other, eventually stopping when we reached the top to make sure it stayed even. I even ended up cutting him little curtain bangs which was nerve wracking to do. After all our meticulous sectioning he still wanted more volume taken off so we just kinda hacked away at the back with thinning scissors. Finally, we had removed an acceptable amount of hair. His ends had been really dry though, so I asked him if he would let me put a conditioner in it too. We kept telling him this is what he was missing by not having any sisters.

This is where the rest of the night's insanity began.

I spritzed his hair to make it damp enough, but it was still so thick that it was taking awhile. I gave german-american the spray bottle so that she could take over on the side I wasn't standing on. This quickly snowballed into authentic australian recieving an impromptu shower. As I took photos of him holding the ball of hair we had removed from his head, she kept spraying him directly in the face. He just kept saying he couldn't be mad at her because she had been so nice to him this week (waiting at the hospital with him for 5 hours, making the quiche, cutting his hair). She took that as a go ahead to absolutely drench him.

Eventually this became her chasing him and trying to catch him off guard, but it was genuinely the funniest thing I had seen all week. Peak sibling behaviour. I also absolutely helped her do it all as well. At one point she was pushing against his door and trying to spray inside while he kept trying to shut it. A moment that is burned into my brain is when he stuck his hand out in a flat, defensive palm and she responded with a single squirt to the middle of his hand. The entire time jazz (see above) was playing in the background. Incredible night.

Authentic australian did eventually take and hide the spray bottle, but I know where it is. This is not over. Now they're both a little jumpy around each other.

#Spotify #march #thesis #roommates #friend

[sansaorgana]

Hello love! I've just found your Buck fics and I love them!! Please can you write one where Buck comes home from the war but he has nightmares from being in the POW camp and he always manages to wake himself up before he wakes the reader up but one night you wake up first and then the reader wakes him up and tries to calm him down and reassure him that he's safe. Just Buck clinging onto his girl to remind himself that he's home? Thank you!

hi love! 🌺 thank you for this request! I love writing Buck fics no matter what but tbh I was growing a bit tired of the stories happening on the base etc. and I'm in love with some domestic Buck back at home! the next story I am going to write is about dad!Buck and I can't wait to write that one, too 😻 btw I mentioned Meatball here as usual because I love this dog and I miss him and I know Buck is technically not his owner but I love to imagine him adopting Meatball after the war lol

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You were lucky – not only was your husband back home, but he was back home normal. Except for a few scars on his face and a few on his body, Buck seemed to be completely alright. It was almost alarming how normal he was.

He was the same man he had been before the war. Not that you had known him for long before – you had gotten married pretty fast, knowing that he could not come back from Europe. But to you he seemed to be the same man. He was soft for you, always trying to give you a smile, calm and stoic most of the time but also could make a good joke or tease a little. He seemed to act the same and you always wondered about it. You knew that he had to live through unimaginable horrors up in the air and when he was in the German camp. But he would never talk about it and you didn’t want to push him to talk.

You were a member of the local society for military wives and widows. You had meetings twice a week in the evening in a room given to you for that purpose by the local church. This community had helped you a lot mentally when Buck was in Europe, especially when he was in Germany. There were women with stories like yours… but worse. Some husbands were lucky enough to come back like your Buck – nearly scratched on the surface. But all those wives would eventually come back with some depressive story. One husband started to drink, the other started to be abusive, a few were constantly shell-shocked. Or traumatised as it was called now.

But not your Buck.

Sometimes you felt stupid for even speaking during those meetings. You felt as if you had no right to be there. Everything was fine with your Buck. He had never been a drinker and he was not now either. Even the war couldn’t change that. He didn’t start to gamble or sleep around either. There were many stories of infidelity. But once again, not from your Buck.

You even asked him about it one day. You just couldn’t believe – after listening to all these women’s stories – that he had been such a good and loyal husband to you. But he only looked at you as if you were crazy.

No, your Buck was not a cheater either.

“Recently I feel like these other women there don’t like me,” you told your friend when you were walking back home after one of the meetings in the evening. It was dark already but you lived in a safe neighbourhood and on the same street. You had become friends because both of you had husbands in Europe. But hers hadn’t come back.

“I’m not going to lie, (Y/N),” she sighed as you stood in front of her house. All the lights inside were off. Poor thing lived all alone now. “It’s difficult not to envy you.”

“It’s not like Buck had it easy!” You got defensive. “He went through hell!”

“I know,” she smiled sadly. “But he doesn’t show it.”

“I’m lucky, I know,” you took a deep breath in.

“Yes, you are. But I feel like all of them are lucky. Even the ones with drinking and cheating husbands. I wish mine was like that, too… At least he’d be back with me,” her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, darling…” You leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheeks. “Go, make yourself a tea, watch something on TV and go to sleep. I have to go now, it’s late. I’ll visit you tomorrow for coffee,” you promised her and she nodded her head.

You waved at each other goodbye and you crossed the street to go back home, too.

Surprisingly, Buck wasn’t waiting for you on the porch. He would usually do that because he wanted to make sure you’d come back home safely from the meetings.

Not only was he not on the porch but also all the lights inside your house were off, too. And when you wanted to enter the house, you noticed the doors were locked. You sighed and reached for the key inside your purse.

When you entered the house, you were greeted with silence. You locked the door behind you and took a walk around all the rooms on the ground floor. Meatball was sleeping on the carpet in the living room and you scratched him behind his ear before going upstairs.

Buck was in bed already, asleep. You smiled to yourself as you approached him to fix his duvet and put a kiss on his forehead. He had been struggling with a headache for the whole afternoon so you just wanted to leave him in peace, glad that he was finally resting. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, just like a little boy.

Quietly, you went to the bathroom to prepare yourself to go to bed, too. It was still quite early but you didn’t want to wake him up with the sound of TV or a radio.

When you were in your nightgown already, you turned the light in the bathroom off and you joined Buck in bed. You weren’t very sleepy so you just laid on your side and watched his side profile. You smiled to yourself and caressed one of the scars on his cheek gently.

After a while, when you were starting to drift off to sleep, you got startled by Buck’s sudden movement. He tossed around as his face winced a little. You furrowed your brows and rested on your elbow. He moved once again and trembled as incoherent words were leaving his half-parted lips.

You realised he was having a nightmare and it was painful to watch. He no longer reminded you of a peaceful boy. He was scared. You had never seen your husband scared.

“Buck, baby,” you whispered softly as you grabbed his arm, trying to shake him out of his dream. “Buck, come back to me, hey…”

His eyes opened as he sat up rapidly, taking deep breaths and wiping the fresh sweat off of his face.

“Buck…” You asked quietly and he turned around like he was surprised to see you there.

“(Y/N)... You’re back already?” He furrowed his brows as his lower lip trembled.

“Yes. What’s going on?” You asked him and tried to move closer but he flinched. You remained still, feeling a little hurt at his rejection. “Buck, what’s going on? You had a nightmare?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” he lied.

“It happens sometimes. Why don’t you want me to touch you?” You asked, carefully.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he confessed and hid his face in the palm of his hands.

“What?” You shook your head awkwardly. “You couldn’t know, come on, Gale, we all get bad dreams sometimes…” You caressed his back. His white shirt was wet from the sweat. You sighed and moved closer. He didn’t flinch this time and you tugged on the fabric of his shirt. “Come on, baby, let me help you change. You need a new pair of pyjamas.”

“It’s not sometimes,” he mumbled and you stopped pulling his shirt.

“Hm?” You asked and gently moved his hands away from his face. Your heart sank in your chest at the sight of the tears in the corners of your husband’s eyes. You had seen him cry only on special occasions like your wedding day or when he was back home. He hadn’t even cried when he was leaving because he didn’t want to make it even sadder and more difficult for you.

“I said…” Buck’s voice trembled, “that it’s not sometimes. I have them all the time, those dreams,” he explained.

You went silent for a while and then you left the bed to turn the small light on and sit back on the edge of the bed, holding his hands.

“Why haven’t you told me?” You asked, worryingly.

“I didn’t want you to worry and…” Buck took a deep breath in as he looked down. “...I didn’t want to spoil your life. I wanted to be the same as I was before. I didn’t want to come back only to ruin everything, to be weaker. It would be a disappointment for you.”

“Buck, stop,” you cupped his face and made him look at you again. His cheeks were damp already and it was breaking your heart. “I can’t listen to this, stop,” you shook your head and leaned in to press your forehead to his. “Baby, you can’t hide such things from me. You’re in pain and I’m your wife. I’m here to help you with the burden.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not one, you will never be. But you are carrying it and I want to help you. Oh, Buck, baby…” You hugged him and caressed the back of his head.

After a while of hesitation, he clinged to you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You started to shush him and caress his back as you rocked him softly in your arms.

“Now, get out of that wet shirt,” you moved away slightly and helped him to take off his pyjamas.

You took them to the bathroom to put them in the laundry bin and you got him a fresh pair out of the closet.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked and he shook his head as he was putting on his new pair of pyjamas. You waited for him to finish and you turned the light off before joining him in bed again.

“Gale, baby, come here,” you opened your arms and he laid his head down on your chest. You hugged him tight and placed a kiss upon his forehead. “What are your nightmares about?” You dared to ask.

“I’m back in Germany and they’re shooting us like dogs and I just… I just want to go back home to you,” he whispered as his voice broke. You felt tears forming in your eyes. “It’s so cold and I’m hungry and I realise that I won’t see you again. And it’s killing me to know that… That you’re here and you won’t ever see me again, too. And how heartbroken you will be when they tell you I’m dead. Even facing death I’m more scared and worried about you,” he continued. After opening up finally, he wanted to let it all out and you were listening to it while caressing his back gently. “I remember that song playing while we were dancing at our wedding. I remember you in that white dress, I remember your smile. And I think that’s when they kill me.”

“Gale…” you couldn’t stand to listen to it anymore. You didn’t want to shut him up but it was painful for you, too. “You’re home with me, love. You’re home with me, everything is alright now. You’re safe,” you assured him and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I won’t let anyone… anything, harm you,” you added.

Usually it was him telling you such things.

“Next time you have a nightmare, wake me up, please, baby,” you pleaded and he nodded but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He was too proud for that. You sighed and squeezed him tighter in your arms. “I love you, Gale.”

But he didn’t answer. He was already back asleep, tugging on your nightgown like a little boy. However, you were glad to see him so peaceful again.

It turned out that no man came back the same.

Not even your Buck.

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#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #lilysfiction #*buck #gale cleven x reader #austin butler x reader

[ducknotinarow]

[Star Tots AU for Nina from Astrid] Heavy huff escaped the armour clad person, the stranger clearly tired after 'helping' the two kids she had seen out this late. The known Vigilante turned, facing the brunette and blonde. Nothing but their eyes can be seen thanks to their helmet, the stranger standing tall as they addressed the pair,

"You two should head home, it's not safe to out here alone this late at night."

She attempts to sound firm with them, but she's aware how tired she sounds. It was exhausting carrying all the armour around, but it stopped her from ever getting hurt. Staring at the two a little longer, eyes squinting,

"Wait...haven't I met you two before?" They ask, stepping closer, a faint flutter to their wings, "Yes, I'm sure I have, and I'm sure I've told you this before...why do you keep staying out so late, it's dangerous."

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It all started off with some snooping.

Nina and Brooklyn had been noting some mummering going on among the agents and members of the team it was a bit of hush-hush at first but they both started to pick up on buzz words from the bits and pieces of what they had been hearing. Something around the lines of some rouge vigilante going around the city. Of course, they weren’t causing harm but they were causing a bit of trouble by getting so involved with the crimes going on in the city intersecting police forces' work, and even some of the stuff S.H.I.E.L.D. itself was handling. Of course, this got Nina and Brook to grow more curious as they started to swap what they were hearing on their own about this mysterious new player to the ‘game’ of playing a hero in the city. So the girls had to start looking into it when they asked no one would answer them much. Likely finding it to not be of any concern for them to worry about, that just drove them to wish to find out even more so. And to prove themself to the rest of the team. Because if they could not only find out who this vigilantly was they could prove themselves to the team and mostly thier dad. Of course no one would give them much to go off of though. Steve always went on to say they needed to keep thier noses out of the matter. That just made them want to even more. What dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him right?

Once they had gotten all they need, they 'borrowed' SHEILD agent uniforms so they would have something to wear to give them cover in the night when this person was active themself. Brook's far to large so they also need safety pins. A lot of safety pins at that. A police scanner they had gotten from a pawn shop after pooling in thier funds together to get. Some rope because after Nina had read a few Wonder Women comics she felt she was fully capable of lassoing someone. This was going to be a better attempt than some of thier previous ones least they felt as much. They took up shelter in an old food truck long being stripped for its wheels, radio and so much more just the husk of metal at this point. Even if old grease and oil still linger in the fryers. It would do, They were far more prepared now to catch this vigilante as they got the scanner set up and were listening they came across some talk on who they were looking for. They were in luck then! until they found that the police forced seemed to find them to be a possible threat due to all their interference. "They want to bring them in?" Nina questioned from what they pieced together so far, "But why? they aren't causing trouble if anything them hanging about makes it so they can stop the small stuff they miss or even the team don't see happen?" Nina went on to say looking at her sister as she spoke. "I know they told us before but I think we need to find them first." Seemed the girl's mission had changed. _____ Things could have gone better, they did find them in the least. Well in the middle of dealing with some robbers trying to break into a pawn shop. Funny enough the same one the girls found thier scanner at. Things got messy fast having been grabbed by the robbers to be used as leverage so they could get away. Didn't work Nina and Brook weren't just going to be held up like shields for them so they kicked and bit and did all they could to make them the best pests to the robbers. Soon they let them go and were taken out cops would show up for them they weren't important to the girls personally. They found who they were looking for. As they were heavily breathing trying to catch thier breath once again. That scuffle did seem to trie them out which could be bad if the cops trailed them and caught up. They needed to get them to leave with them and fast Nina thought. Moving to speak up but they had something to say first. Green eyes were all she could see under the helmet as they went to stand up tall and speak clear as they could. "You two should head home, it's not safe to out here alone this late at night."

They made a good attempt trying to be firm but it was clear they were tried still. Carrying that armor couldn't have helped they soon seemed to recognize the pair though as they squirted thier eyes and went to question them now instead.

"Wait…haven't I met you two before?"

Nina noticed a flutter behind them, wings? chances were this person may not be human? did the police know this too? was that why they were after them. Was this like E.T! wait not the time to get excited about meeting an alien. If anything that put them more at risk didn't it?"

"Yes, I'm sure I have, and I'm sure I've told you this before…why do you keep staying out so late, it's dangerous."

That slightly annoyed Nina, being lectured once was one thing but again when they were trying to help? "Says the one going and getting involved in stuff they shouldn't be!" she lashed out, of course, Nina didn't feel this way it was her mirroring why the cops were looking to take them in. She was just annoyed. Glancing over to her sister though she recalled that wasn't the point right now. "Look, clearly you ain't from here so I'm sure you got no clue on this but. The cops think you're bad and they wanna take you in" not wishing to waste time, every second spent standing around like this was another second closer to them being caught. Sure they could fight but clearly, they were tired out right now. Getting Steve to come help or anyone may have been smarter but well they would get in trouble for one. They still would be but at least they could get this person somewhere safe in the meantime.

"We know this is stupid clearly seeing how we got nabbed an' all but we know you ain't here making more trouble. You've saved our butts a few times. So please just listen okay?" Nina went on to say trying to be as convincing as she could. "If you come with us we can get you to our dad he's a big-time hero. Captain America." Nina wasn't sure if they would know who he was though the wings bit standing out to her still "if you come with us though I'm sure our dad will help you. Hell vouce for even since you have helped his kids out. We just need you to trust us okay?" Nina went on to plea a little bit. "Despite it all, I think you're doing the right thing a hero gets involved when they shouldn't. They are willing to risk themselves to help others. That is all I need to know, in order to know we're doing the right thing in helping you. Well trying to help you. So please come back with us."

#muse| nina rogers #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ star children til the end of the line aflockoffeathers] #[ freezer burnt opposisters aflockoffeathers] #[star tots au] #muse interactions #stayed qeued #((Even Astrid can’t avoid meeting the rogers uwu))

[kingreywrites]

Why do you think the sister argument is stupid? I mean no disrespect, it’s just that Raps seems to see Cass as a sister, and they even used that relationship in an episode title. I’d just like to see your point of view

gshjdkd okay like, to be fair if you wanna interpret these moments as "Rapunzel sees Cass as a sister" it's fine i guess. As long as you're not weird about it aka as long as you don't go telling people that this interpretation is the only right one and no one is allowed to ship them.

I personally have... some troubles with this idea though, mostly because the angle they used most of the time is "they are sisters because of GOTHEL" as if gothel was a mother to them??? She kidnapped Rapunzel and didn't even raise Cass, she's no mother and certainly not the reason they have a link

If it had been meant more as in "we're found family" maybe but then again... idk. It doesn't really work for me. Each time Rapunzel uses the term sister, it hurts cass and it's kinda a clumsy way for Rapunzel to try to connect with her, which she failed to do the two times she said it out loud. In Rapunzel's Return, she's desperately trying to make Cass listen to her and just angers her more about Gothel abandoning her, and in the Great Tree, her tentative to reassure Cass that she cares about her expertise kinda comes off as dismissive, which worsens the situation. It always felt, to me, that Rapunzel uses that word when the communication with Cass is broken, and so she tries to re establish a link by emphasising their bond, but... yeah, imo they don't actually read as sisters, just friends with a lot of issues.

It makes sense to me that Rapunzel would convince herself that their bond is as "unbreakable" as one between sisters but I think she's just... not right about this, that it's part of why she doesn't realise all their issues until it's too late because she's idealising their friendship (after all, if cass is like a big sister, she won't leave right? They're gonna stick together and figure stuff out as "family". I don't think Rapunzel even suspected that Cass could want to leave until she did, because in her mind Cass is not just any friend - and that's how I tend to interpret the sister comment, as part of Rapunzel not understanding that if she pushes Cass too much, she will hurt their friendship irreparably. Idk, it's not a foolproof interpretation, but it makes sense to me)

(Unrelated to that but I'm also not sure how the sisterly bond is supposed to work when cass actively rejects it anyway... gjdjdhd)

Also, by the "sister argument" i mostly meant the people arguing that cassunzel is an incest ship because rapunzel and cass are sisters. The ask seemed to sort of imply that it was wrong to ship them because they were meant as sisters, and I personally think it's an extremely stupid way of thinking. Once again, they are not sisters, they were not adopted and raised together by the same mother, they do not share the same blood, they are Not Sisters. Not in any sense of the word. If you wanna see them as such then why not but the fact that many people use this against people who just want to ship these two characters together is annoying, while being plain wrong as far as canon goes.

#this is messy but yeah i hope you get what i'm trying to say #i don't even ship them and the sister argument still makes ME angry #also i've talked a bit about this before but i'm growing tired of how found family is starting to mean 'literal nuclear family' in fandom #i think eugene and rapunzel are found family and i also think they love each other romantically. that's not mutually exclusive #taking their friendship and the fact that they're family as in they are literal brother and sister you can't ship them would be stupid #yet that's kinda what this argument does when it comes to cass and rapunzel #idk just... let people have their fun #i know what the show said i know they used sister but urgh that's still no reason to go after people who enjoy this ship #negativity #ask

[biisexualemma]

crush. bucky barnes

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nope pure fluff

requested: nope

plot: you’ve been crushing on bucky and finally do something about it

a/n: something short and sweet i found in my drafts that i wrote a really long time ago oop sorry i’m not writing / posting / fulfilling requests i’m just in a bit of a rut with my writing atm so forgive me. for now i hope you like a bit of fluff for my wee bucky

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you took a deep breath and held it until you couldn't last any longer, pushing yourself off the couch you left the common room where you'd been watching a film with clint, nat and steve. bucky had also joined you but after a while he grew tired and headed for bed. you didn't explain your swift exit, you left before they could question you because you knew if you didn't do this now it would never happen.

"how do i even start something like this?" you mumbled to yourself, walking through the empty corridors on your way to see him. "hey i know you're a super closed off ex-assassin with a blended mind who probably doesn’t even acknowledge i exist as a person of the opposite sex but i think you're cute and i have a crush on you? jesus"

you shook your head, hitting your face with the palm of your hand. "think, think" suddenly you were outside his door, pacing as you tried to decide the best way to phrase this. "hey i've been watching you for a while and i kind of like you— god no, you sound like a stalker. you might as well be a stalker, having a crush on someone who literally doesn't acknowledge your existence,” saying all of this aloud was only talking you down so in a brief spur of confidence you knocked on the door, which was followed by a quiet come in.

you contemplated running away but you forced yourself to push open the door. the lights were dim as you entered, only a lamp beside his bed providing light. bucky was moving out of his bed, setting aside a book he had been nosing at.

he smiled slightly at the sight of you and your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, your palms growing clammy. you're an avenger for christ sake why is this so hard, you tried to belittle your nervousness in your head, hoping it would help you speak up.

“hey,” he said softly, running a hand through his scruffy hair. he got to his feet, meeting you near the doorway you still stood in, frozen. “what’s up?” hands in pockets, he wore a quizzical, tired expression that almost made you turn around and leave.

"uh, can i talk to you?" you tried to get straight to the point. he nodded. ok, this is it. don't— do not make it weird. just tell him.

he stood quietly waiting for you to speak again. your cheeks flushed pink and he furrowed his eyebrows briefly. "you ok?"

"i like you. a lot." you blurted. your cheeks felt hot and you knew you were embarrassing yourself but you couldn't let this go until you'd said what you wanted to say. you watched his expression change but you couldn't decipher what it meant, it was probably secondhand embarrassment. you continued regardless.

"sorry if that's weird. i always got the impression you thought i was kind of weird. but i just needed to tell you because it's been kind of killing me having to live with you and train with you and go on missions with you, and not have you know."

his eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, deciding you couldn't hear what he had to say just yet.

"i know you probably don't see me like that— and i know we don't really talk that much anyway so this is probably completely out of the blue and maybe i'm rambling a bit now but i'm nervous, you make me nervous. and i can't walk around the compound anymore, pretending you don't make me feel like this. i’ll explode. i can't sleep some nights because i'm so bad at keeping secrets— it eats at me— i never have been very good at it— even when i was a kid i always ended up caving and telling the truth because i'm a bad liar— that's beside the point because—"

"woah," you snapped out of your rant when you felt his hand touch your shoulder. refocusing on his face you saw he was wearing a small amused smile. his eyes widened a little. "you talk a lot."

"just when i'm nervous," you mumbled, cringing at yourself. "sorry."

you felt a bit embarrassed. "you don't have to worry about any of this by the way," you spoke again, wishing you could take it all back by the expression on his face. "really i just needed to get this off my chest so i can move on from it."

he was quiet for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head softly. "what if i don't want you to move on?"

"what?" your eyes widened a little, taking a small step back from him, his hand falling from your shoulder.

he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, growing a little nervous himself now you were looking at him like that. he shrugged. "i haven't done this for a really long time— but i uh— you're pretty. i always thought so," he scrunched up his nose. "and you put up a good fight too."

your lips cracked into a small smile. your eyes were glossy, kind of disassociating, it didn't feel real. "huh," you mumbled quietly to yourself in disbelief. you shook your head, squinting your eyes at him for a second. "you also don’t have to try and make me feel better, you kick my ass in training every time."

he cracked a toothy smile, ducking his head for a second. you watched him in awe, you didn't often get to see him smile, but it was a sight. "do you wanna go out sometime?"

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" his smile lingered on his lips, tilting his head to the side.

"this is the twenty first century, buck, keep up," you teased, nudging his arm.

"right, right," he nodded, quirking an eyebrow. "so that means i don't really have to wait until after the first date to kiss you, right?"

he caught you off guard, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you towards him. he leaned in, lips lingering over yours, waiting for permission. "hm?" he pulled back for a second to confirm, only to see your lips parted slightly, eyelids drooping and your cheeks flushed pink. he'd never seen such a pretty sight. you gently nodded your head, agreeing with him and giving permission.

"yeah," you said softly. "we don't have to wait."

you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back into you. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you hands trailed up to his neck. your fingertips traced his jawline, feeling it tighten under your touch. you cracked a small smile and he leaned down to kiss you, not able to wait any longer.

it was soft at first, his hands roaming up your back, your hands running into his hair. you were practically leaning on him, begging him to hold you up right. his lips were soft and gentle, taking his time.

"thanks," you mumbled without thinking as you pulled away to catch your breath. realising what you'd said, you cringed and hid your face in his chest. you felt him laugh softly as his chest moved under you.

"thanks to you too."

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