#am i worryin too much

[testingthewatersss]

One day I'll get a request and keep it short, but uh, not today because this could've easily been a series. Under 4k is good for me though, so that's a win.This is my first time consciously shooting for a G/N reader in a long time so, bare with me.

Floodgates Usual Winter Solider context warnings but this is pretty tame tbh Bucky Barnes x G/N Reader Imagine 3830 words Fluff, mild angst. 18+ MDNI Requests open for a while via messages check masterpost for updated availability.

Everybody knows that Bucky is touch-starved. It's the unspoken truth that's used by everyone to excuse his irritable demeanour. It's the reason why nobody minds leaving the common rooms empty when he passes out on the couch in the middle of the day and Steve doesn't let Sam jab at him too much for how sweet he is on you. 

The hope that had flourished when you'd made your relationship a little more public was quickly dying out though. When all the inhabitants noticed that Barnes was still a grouch. If anything, he was more jumpy when people got too close. 

It was Bruce who suggested that the reason might be that the only person who didn't understand this blatant link between being kept isolated for the better part of a century and not tolerating mundane forms of contact might be Bucky.

After a lot of hushed discussion, Natasha was the one who decided to address it. Not being able to stand the undercurrent of gossip, but also not wanting to provoke any kind of intense reaction, she bided her time and cornered you. 

"Does Barnes know he needs some skin on skin, or is he still takin' the long way round figuring it out?"

Coffee catches in your throat. You're in a Starbucks, you've just run a stupid 5k route that you hadn't wanted to and she's asking you this, now?

"Of course, he knows" You reply after a beat, "I mean, we all know, but he really knows."

She looks unsurprised, offers you a brown sugar packet and sits back on her stool. 

"You know, couples-"

"Are you about to give me a sex talk?" you cut her off, humour making your lip quirk, "Please do not give me a sex talk"

"I wasn't talking about sex, we all know you're havin' plenty of that-"

You scoff at her, not bothering to ask how or why that's a topic of discussion at all. 

"-I know exactly what you're talking about..." you decide to say, tone a little more serious now, "...It's delicate, Nat"

"That's why I'm talking to you" she replies, "I want to stop hearin' about it, and the only way I can get Rodgers to stop talkin' is to stop him from worryin' and the only way to do that is give him something."

You consider her words for a moment before nodding. 

"He knows, I know- We all know, but it's difficult for him and I am not going to rush him into anything" You tell her, "but that doesn't mean I'm not keepin' an eye, and for what it's worth, he's gettin' better with the whole thing."

"His attitude didn't seem better this mornin'-" she counters from behind her paper cup, "He nearly Wilson put through a wall-"

"-for trying to get him to go to a couples therapist with Steve." You remind her smugly, "He told me all about it."

It's her turn to scoff then. 

"Any other personal things you want to ask me?" you press, half a challenge. She grins before making her expression intensely serious-

"So, about the sex-"

You don't linger in the cafe for long, and you definitely don't run back. You call a cab, much to Romanoff's dismay. The break from the serious atmosphere of the tower has done wonders for her mood though, and by the time you make it home your arms are ladened with bags. Fast food for everyone and clothes and some new kind of tablet thing that Tony had insisted he can turn into a portable holo-deck.

Bucky is waiting in your suite. 

The second you see him the conversation you'd had about his attitude seems ridiculous. 

He beams up at you so wide that he gets creases by his eyes, and all he can do is chatter about everything that's happened since you left.

Steve annoyed him by out-lapping him on their run. 

Wilson annoyed him, by well, breathing apparently. 

He's finally figured out how to fix the dishwasher, so he doesn't have to call maintenance anymore, and he's finished packing his bag for the mission he's leaving on in the morning, and, he tells you proudly- he's made dinner. 

It's some kind of soup, at least, you think it's meant to be a soup. But, whatever it is, it's good. And he's still smiling as you wash the dishes, bumping his hip against yours when you make a snarky comment about him still not using the dishwasher he's so proud of fixing.

And then he gets quiet. 

You're sitting together on the couch, the same way you have been for hours, with your legs barely touching but with his warm, flesh fingers wound tightly through yours. You think about asking why he's suddenly turned mute, but then you notice the time. 

"When do you leave?" You ask, stroking the back of his palm with your thumb.

"Four" he mumbles unhappily, giving your palm the lightest squeeze, "You're stayin' here, right doll? You're gonna wait for me?"

You laugh silently, pulling your legs up beside you to curl into his side. 

"Don't I always?" you tease, grinning as he reaches over with his metal hand, guiding your lips to his. 

"I'll be back before ten" He promises, "Steve promises"

"Oh, does he?" you murmur, lips still ghosting his, "You know he's driving Natasha crazy"

He quirks a brow, even so, close to his face you can see curiosity shining behind his eyes. 

"Aparently you're a jerk because I don't give you enough skin on skin"

He rolls his eyes, laughing as your fingers find his cheek.

The second you actually touch him, though- the laughter dies. He has to focus all of his energy on not moaning at the contact. 

You feel him tense and lessen the pressure, letting him move instead, pressing another kiss against your lips as he goes back to looking at you, this time, though, there's nothing but adoration behind the blue. 

"you do plenty" he whispers, before moving quickly, standing and pulling you up with him, carrying you effortlessly, "I'm fine."

"I know" You hear yourself agree, although you think he'll hear the doubt in your tone, "But- if you do ever want something, you know I'm here, right?"

What Bucky wants he thinks, is totally irrelevant. 

He wants to lay in your lap for hours, he wants to fall asleep and stay that way for hours because your fingers are in his hair. He wants to cry and not have to hide in a shower to do it. But you deserve better.

You deserve normal.

As normal as he can give you anyway. 

Not that that's much, but he can't control that he reminds himself sternly, what he can control, however, is this.

He can keep the floodgates closed. He can do what he does best and keep it down. 

He can make do with fleeting points of contact. With your hand in his, and your body in the same bed. The warmth of you is more than enough. You being there, smiling safe and lovely is more than enough. 

And when he places you on the soft mattress and watches you start to tangle yourself with the covers, he's once again certain that that is all he needs. 

What would I say, anyway? he thinks sadly, taking his place on the side of the bed that always seems too cold, How could I even bring that up without openin' a whole can of worms? 

His cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, and as he thinks tragically about how much he wants to just reach out and feel you, his eyes start to sting.

"You doin' alright, sweetheart?" you ask, already knowing that he's not. He nods though and forces a smile you recognise. 

"Tired" he mumbles unconvincingly. 

Before his cheeks can get any more pink, you decide to smile back. It works to settle him. So does the way you reach out to take his hand again. 

"I'll try not to wake you up" he promises quietly, "I'll see you tomorrow night"

"Tonight" You correct, looking over at the clock on his nightstand, "It's 1, you're leavin' in 3 hours, you better try and get some rest."

You don't know whether he does or not. He's gone when you wake up, reaching out for the fingers you normally fall asleep holding. He's left a note, telling you he loves you, and that he'll see you soon. And you tell FRIDAY to send him a message wishing him luck. When you don't get a reply, you decide to keep yourself busy. You order a delivery of food, which Bucky needs more than he realises, the state of his small built-in kitchen is shameful it's at best and depressing at its worst. 

In all fairness, a punnet of pulmbs, some milk, 2 carrots and half a loaf of bread is far from that- but still. A stock-up isn't going to hurt anything.

And then you still haven't heard, and the tower is creepy when it's empty. 

Like a school at night, you muse, walking through the walls, chattering to FRIDAY just to have some background noise.

Aside from assuring you that everyone's vital signs are fine, she can't actually do much to distract you, so in the end, you abandon her too and settle for sitting in your suite, on the bed, exactly where Bucky had left you. 

You fall asleep reading and only wake up when you hear the door click open. You beam, rubbing tiredness from your eyes as you wait expectantly for him to come in and greet you. 

He doesn't though. You can hear movement but it's not coming towards you, so you decide to just go to it instead.

"Hi, sweetheart-"

Your happy greeting dies as soon as you see him. Flushed with adrenaline, and tugging at his belt, which is still laden with grenades. When he finally rips it free, tossing it to the floor with such reckless abandon that you can't help but cringe, you walk towards him. 

He's pulling at his vest now. Metal fingers pulling desperately at the straps that hold it in place, growing more and more frustrated as he can't quite get them loose-

"Here" you whisper, hating the look of anguish he's wearing, "Let me help"

His arm snarls as you reach out to replace his fingers with your own. But to his great surprise, you don't even flinch. You just hush out a soft breath and guide the metal palm away. 

"You're fine" you promise, seeing the way he's relenting. 

His brow meets the window as he leans against it, both arms falling lamely to his sides as he focuses on breathing. 

On staying still and not just taking off running until his legs give way beneath him. 

"You're back late" you muse, flicking a glance at the wall, where the time is being projected by what you're assuming is Tony's version of a wall clock.

11: 33

"Not too late though, huh?" you continue, knowing he likes the background noise, "Is anyone hurt?"

Bucky gives a short shake of his head. 

It hurts. The movement sends daggers through his eyes. But still, he bites his tongue and tries to keep still.

He needs the vest off. He needs the layers of heavy, bulletproof padding, gone. He needs to not feel like he's dressed for battle, and he needs the ringing in his head to stop.

"Just you then" you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

"'m fine" he mutters, knowing you won't argue- especially since it's exactly what you've just told him.

You hum in quiet disagreement instead. Tugging the last of the straps free before letting the rough weighted vest fall to the ground with a dull thud that makes you wonder if you should've checked it for explosives first. 

"Better?" 

Your voice cuts through the pulsing in his ears, making him hyper-aware of the way he's still resting his head against the cool glass of a window of all things. 

Is it better? he thinks, rolling his shoulders unhappily. 

"Yeah" he murmurs, "Yeah, thank you, sugar"

And then he turns to you, wearing the fakest smile you've ever seen, and you can't help but reach out and stroke his cheek. 

He flinches. He physically recoils back into the glass with a look so sad that you miss the false grin. 

"They-uh" he coughs, embarrassment burning through his chest, "They shouted my words out through a speaker" he confesses, "I- I probbaly shouldn't even be here- Steve, Tony, they all, all say I'm okay, but I- I might... I, I just wanted to see you"

Your phone is already in your hand. Typing frantic questions to Natasha, to Tony and Steve and feeling your whole chest relax as replies start flooding in. 

The words are deactivated, as deactived as they can be, anyway. He's not a danger, not that a different answer to that question would've changed anything, and everyone knows where he is. When he'd bolted from the Quinn-jet in irritable silence, the entire team had let him go because they knew exactly where he was going, and considering the fact that he's physically uninjured, fighting to get him to go to Med-bay would've been a waste of everyone's energy. 

They still might've tried, in fact, Steve definitely would've tried, if they hadn't all been exhausted already. 

When you look back up at him, your heart cracks straight down the middle.

He's just, waiting. 

Eyes closed, brow on the glass,with his breath making it fog up by his face. 

His back is heaving too, shining in the dim lights of the room. His back is shaking like he's crying, but his jaw is locked tight. 

"What do you need, huh?" you wonder softly, not moving to touch him again, "Sweet, sweet boy- you got off that plane, and you ran- you ran all the way here, and then you stopped in here, why?"

His eyes flicker open, red and sore. 

"I" he swallows, "I had to get it off"

You quirk your head, not understanding, and then you see the vest by his boots and nod. 

"It hurts" he mutters to himself, "It's always hurt. I needed it off"

You know he's not talking to you, but you nod all the same, hoping that it might at the very least encourage him to keep his eyes open.

And then you realise what he's saying, and you can't keep quiet anymore.

"What hurts?" you ask softly.

His cheeks are hot again. He knows that he's embarrassed. That he should be, that it's right that he's burning with shame, but with the way his head is splintering he really doesn't care.

"The vest," he tells you quietly, "My skin, it- uh...it's always... the scars they uh... I- I needed to get it off..."

He looks at you, expecting to see a hint of something. Disgust, maybe? Or pity. What he doesn't expect, is the way you just nod again, expression understanding as you inch closer towards him. 

He bites back a whimper, using all the strength he has left to not just collapse in your arms. 

Keep the floodgates closed.

"Its off..." you remind him mildly, "Your home, it's off... so, what else do you need?"

Bucky blinks, sniffing to try and stop tears from forming as he stares at you.

And then, he hears you sigh, and his chest tightens so much that he can't catch a breath. 

A sigh is never good. He thinks. He's done it. He's finally done it. He's done something that has made you realise he's a lost cause. 

He's the lost cause. 

But, when he forces himself to look back at you, wanting to memorise your face before you leave his world forever, no matter how painful it is, he sees you smiling. Leaning against the window, only inches away from him. 

"I want to help" you promise softly.

A disbelieving scoff bubbles up through the tightness of his throat, and for a second, you think he looks like himself again. Even if he's a little rough around the edges.

"You did..." Bucky reminds you quietly, "I couldn't get it off, and you helped me"

The urge to roll your eyes at his gratitude is quickly tempered by the genuine affection in his tone. You settle for nodding instead. 

"So what else do you need?"

This time, when your hand meets his face he shivers. Feeling something deep in his chest snap as he starts to lean back into the contact. 

"C-could you..." he gulps, desperately shy now, "God, doll- could you just, touch my hair?"

"Your hair" you murmur, love drenching every word as you slowly trail your fingers up past his temple, stroking through the tangled length so gently he wants to scream. 

"Please" he shudders, "don't pull-"

His frantic request chokes off incomplete, the heat in his cheeks making his jaw lock petulently.

"You don't like havin' your hair pulled?" you muse, tone light in contrast to his, "Noted."

"Does anyone?" he wonders bravely, adjusting to the slow, trailing warmth across his head.

You laugh at that, further coaxing him out of his embarrassment.

"Sure they do, Buck," you tell him conversationally, "people like all kinds of things..."

He's melting. He's sure he's physically melting into your fingers. Into the gentle tug and pull, into the wonderful, brilliant sting of human contact.

All you hear is the softest hum. It's content though, so you take it as a win. 

"So since this definitely a winner..." you drawl, bringing your free hand down to his, letting him grasp your fingers in reflex, "What else do you like?"

The part of his brain that isn't purring like a cat, stuttering to a halt at your question. His eyes focus, as he blinks at you, face full of such total adoration that you feel like you should probably look away, but he's so beautiful that you can't quite manage it. 

"You"

That makes you laugh, small and flattered as you shake your head.

"You've got me, Barnes." You remind him lightly, "If we could be doin' anything, anythin' in the world, right now what would we be doin?"

The smile he gives you then is the most precious one he's ever worn. Your whole body flushes with affection as he chuckles silently reaching up and pressing a kiss against the back of your hand, as you scratch your free knuckles against the back of his head.

"I have no idea" he mumbles honestly.

Your brow quirks, before you move, pivoting and opening your arms to coax him in.

He freezes, staring at you with longing as he offers a sad shake of his head-

"I can't- darlin'-" he stammers nervously, "I want to- I- I really- I-"

"You" he hears you whisper, "can do whatever you like."

He shakes his head again, stubborn this time.

"Not that" he mumbles, "Not to you"

"To me" you repeat, curious.

His lips tighten and then part, breath shallow as your thumb finds his cheek.

"I won't be able to stop" he explains, voice quiet like he's sharing a secret, "If I start, I won't ever be able to stop and you- you're-you're everythin' to me and I- I can't put that on you- because I really- I mean it- I don't-"

Your head is already shaking, your arms are moving, pulling him into your chest. 

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop" Bucky feels his words melting into your shoulder, he feels the heat of your body against his. His bare chest burning against the thin fabric of your vest. The feeling of your skin against his threatening to make his knees buckle. "I- I won't be able to stop"

You shake your head, hushing him as his resistance fades away to nothing. As he goes pliant in your arms, head falling to the crook of your neck. 

"I'm sorry" he whispers, "I'm so sorry"

"You're never listen" You mumble in reply, letting his hand go so that you can hold him tight against your front, "I just told you, sweetheart..."

Bucky pulls away just enough to look at you, and when you see tears brimming in his eyes, you can't help but hush him again, noting the way his hands are wound tight into the fabric you're wearing. 

His lower lip pouts, he tries to avert his gaze but it doesn't work. He just can't manage to tear his eyes away from you. From the way you're looking at him, full of affection. Full of patience and kindness and-

"Didn't I just tell you, huh?" you murmur, smiling a little again, "You've got me"

He blinks, still not understanding. 

So you do the only thing you can. 

You kiss him. You kiss him until he pulls back, until he dips back down into your arms, tired and aching and pressing his own kisses against the skin of your throat.

"I'm not goin' anywhere" You remind him gently, "We don't ever have to stop"

We don't ever have to stop.

Your sweet words rattle through his mind all the way to the bedroom. 

If it weren't for the aching in his knees and the awful cold of the room now that he's not hidden in your front, he might not've even noticed the journey. 

He's too tired, now. His head aches, and his adrenaline is well and truly shot. But the hope of you, of more of the wonderful warmth of you, is more than enough to keep him moving through it. 

I've done worse for less, he reminds himself with every wounded step. 

We don't ever have to stop.

And then there's the bed. The edge of the bed against his calves, and he knows his hands are free and that he should be doing something but he can't think of what, no matter how hard he tries.

You remind him, your hands on his belt, your feet nudging his boots so he remembers to kick them free before finally lowering himself onto the covers.

For a minute the familiar coolness jars him. His head spins and throbs and pulses and then, 

and then your fingers are back in his hair. Your arms are wrapped around him, and all he can feel is warmth. 

Warmth and pressure building behind his eyes. Incredible pressure that finally spills free as his eyes overflow. As he surrenders and clings onto your back with all the strength he has left, and cries.

He sobs, silently at first, tears melting into your chest as you stroke his back. Whispering soothing words that you know he can't hear. Letting him finally just be. 

And then, he's asleep. And so are you, a tangle of limbs and covers and heat. The kind of heat that makes you drowsy, that makes Bucky drowsy. 

Drowsy enough to sleep through whatever nightmares were bound to have been triggered by the missions, drowsy enough to keep him that way for hours in a row. And when he does wake up, for the first time in... well, a long time- he's smiling.

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First Date

Part 5 of Series of Firsts

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Summary: Jasper takes you on your first date, but getting to it is a little more up and down than you expected. Worth it though.

Words: 1555

Note: definitely not what I planned to write, but I think I like it!

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He knocks. For the first time since you really became friends, Jasper knocks on your front door. He doesn’t scare you at the window with that stupid smirk or wait outside by his car, far away from your father.

He knocks.

And when you stumble down to the first floor landing, there he is, with his charming smile and the stupidly nice dark blue button-down that you’ve always loved. And there your father is, laughing. Actually laughing. You blink. Your father and the boy you like, who happens to be a vampire apparently, getting along…

Now it really feels like you’re in a different world.

The racket you make draws the attention of both men.

You freeze, giving them an awkward smile, “Hi, uh, did I, am I interrupting?”

“Just having a man to man chat with your prospective boyfriend here,” your father chuffs, slapping Jasper on the back.

Your face goes tomato red, “Dad!”

“Alright, alright,” he snickers, holding his hands up innocently as he backs into the kitchen, “I’ll let you kids have your fun.” Right before he slips away though, he gives you a not too subtle wink and whispers, “He seems like a keeper, sweetpea.”

You groan, wishing you could just melt into the floor. Mortified. You are absolutely mortified. Leave it to your dad to find the best way to embarrass you in a moment like this.

When you look back to Jasper, he’s giving you one of those wolfish grins, one dark eyebrow perked.

“And what do you think, darlin’,” he drawls, voice low and teasing, “am I a keeper?”

“I- You- Stop. No, I’m not answering that.” You trip all over your words, not quite able to make your voice steady. If only he’d stop looking at you that way. It’s hard to even think when he looks at you like that.

Jasper can’t help but soften at the completely flustered look on your face. Your heart is racing so fast, it almost worries him. Gently, he brushes his fingers along the small of your back, using his ability to sooth your frayed nerves as he leads you outside.

“I hope you’re not nervous about our date,” the blond murmurs, tone serious.

You sigh, fiddling with the hem of your blouse, “How could I not be?”

“It’s simple.” He traces his hand around your waist, bringing you to face him. You bite your lip, sight trained on your feet until Jasper places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. You look at him, eyes so wide and doe-ish, his still heart melts. “You, darlin’, can do nothing to change my mind, so I don’t want you worryin’.”

You frown, heart fluttering, “Nothing?”

He traces his fingers along your cheek, his touch gentle and cool. You can’t stop your eyes from fluttering shut, another sigh passing your lips.

“Absolutely nothin’. I’m afriad I’ve already decided you’re a keeper.”

A snort escapes you. Just like that, the rest of your worries disappear. You peer up at him, trying to keep the smile off your face. You haven’t even gone on the date yet, but you’re already being swept off your feet. As if you weren’t swept off your feet on the very first day you met and every day after that.

“You, sir, are ridiculous.”

“You’re not nervous anymore,” Jasper points out cheekily.

You look down again as the smile finally breaks out across your lips, “No. Now I’m just wondering what else my dad said to you while I was getting ready.”

“Nothin’ much.” He shrugs, leading you over to his Ducatti. “Just that he’d string me up if I did anythin’ to hurt you.”

Of course. Your dad has always been a bit protective. He was probably joking…hopefully. Your brow furrows as a sudden thought hits you.

“Can you guys even get hurt?” You ask as Jasper passes you a helmet and a leather jacket.

“Not in the ways you may think,” he replies, “Most of what the world thinks is wrong.”

“So silver doesn't hurt you?”

“No.”

“Garlic?”

Jasper smirks, “No.”

“Sunlight?” That one, you’ve been wondering about. You’ve never seen the Cullens on a sunny day.

“Not quite,” he hums, climbing onto his bike.

You hop on behind him. “But it does affect you?”

Jasper purses his lips. He’s not sure he wants to admit to the whole sparkling thing. It’s not like you’d hate it, you had a strange pension for loving strange things after all. Like him. But maybe it can wait for another day.

So he settles with a small, drawn out, “It does…”

But you’re curious now, propping your chin on his shoulder with an innocently intrigued look, “How?”

The motorcycle suddenly revs to life under you, making you jump. Instinctively, you drop down to the seat and wrap your arms around the vampire’s waist. Jasper chuckles, the sound vibrating through his body so deeply you can feel it.

“Hold on tight, darlin’.”

You squeal as the bike takes off. Like all the Cullens, Jasper drives like a madman, going just a little too fast, taking turns like a drag racer. And even though you’ve ridden with him countless times, your pulse still races, your knuckles going white at his waist as you try to bring yourself as close as possible to him.

The forest blurs around you, turning into a canvas of green and brown smudges that you can barely make out as you fly down the street. It’s all but impossible to keep track of where you are, where you’re going, especially when a particularly sharp turn makes you snap your eyes shut and hide your face against his back.

You only dare peek out when the bike comes to a slow stop. Blinking the blur from your eyes, you let the world come back into focus, and what you see makes you gasp.

Part of you was expecting a simple dinner, like he said. A fancy restaurant maybe, humming with people and dimly lit. You were definitely not expecting a candle-lit picnic looking out over your town, the setting sun painting the sky with vivid reds and oranges. It makes the trees around you seem to glow, just like the candles scattering the ground around the thick blanket he laid out.

“How did you have time to do this?” You breathe, foot catching on the seat when you try to gracefully slip off of it.

Jasper catches you before you can go reeling into a tree, lips twitching with amusement, “My kind isn’t quite as limited by time as yours is.”

You give him a grateful smile, “So you’re fast?”

“Faster than a bullet, darlin’.”

“Wow. Okay, okay, then how about strength?” You lean towards him, all the questions that have been floating in your mind coming to the surface. “All the articles said vampires are, like, crazy strong. Could you lift me? Wait no-” Too easy. What’s something a really strong person couldn’t lift? “Could you lift the bike? Or a car?!”

“I could.” Jasper has to bite back a chuckle at the absolutely wide-eyed look you give him. It’s like a kid first discovering the world, disbelief and awe mingling in the air around you.

“That’s amazing,” you say, voice pitching up, “I can’t believe this. Any of this. It’s so beyond crazy.”

Jasper turns suddenly serious, drawing you close by the hand you didn’t realize he was still holding. You hesitate, mouth going dry at the proximity. His nose is practically touching yours and you can feel the coolness of his breath on your lips.

“Are you sure you want to be a part of this?”

Head tilting, you let your eyes linger on his face for the first time. You’ve never had the confidence to look, actually just look at him. He’s gorgeous. Dark brows, sharp jaw, and eyes like the sun setting behind him. Not a single blemish or wrinkle. And yet, you can read the concern written there with shocking ease. And the hope.

It makes your heart ache with something warm, knowing you both feel the exact same way about this.

You squeeze his hand, giving him the softest, sweetest smile, “I’m sure, Jasper. I know I should probably be scared, or at least freaked out, but, I don’t know, I’m just…not.” Your heart beats like crazy, making you feel almost nauseous as you finish, “You’re still you. And I’m still me. And I just, I think we’ll make a good we. I hope. So, I’m…I’m all in, Jasper. Is that okay?”

Jasper wishes he could drown in your timidly soft affection.

Tenderly, he raises your hand to his lips. It’s a ghost of a touch, like a brush of a cold breeze, leaving your skin tingling ever so pleasantly. His next words are a mere whisper against your skin.

“More than okay, darlin’. I’m all yours til the day I die.”

“Aren’t you unable to die?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“...good.”

The colors of the sunset did little to match the color on your cheeks as you sat down for the picnic. And the shine of the stars that come out cannot compare to the glitter in your eyes as you spend the whole night talking, asking questions, and sharing stories.

It may be the best first date you’ve ever had.

—-

Hope you guys liked this! I honestly didn’t know how to write the actual date part, so imagine what you will :) love y’all!

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[bandittlikemee]

Treacherous | John Marston x F!Reader

pairing: john marston x f!reader

summary: it’s your birthday and john has the perfect day planned out for the two of you to celebrate all on your own.

word count: 4,180 (don’t even look at me y’all, oh my god.)

warnings: angst & fluff & smut (18+ only, mdni) | mentions of past abusive relationships | romantic!john | soft unprotected p & v sex | praise kink | dirty talk/pet names | oral (f receiving) | cockwarming | aftercare | (it’s soft!john hours over here.)

a/n: happy birthday, darling sunshine, @cowboycyns. there’s truly no better gift than a universe where your fav celebrates with you & that’s what i bring for you today. 🤍 i had so much fun writing for john & i loved putting this together for you! ✨

//

There’s a certain peace in the morning stillness of Blackwater.

The streets wake with quiet whispers of conversations amongst the shop owners as the sun rests on the horizon, kind waves and pleasantries being passed through empty spaces as they pile in. The morning air crisp with the coming of spring, the heavy clouds hung in the sky as if they haven’t quite risen from their night of sleep with the rest of the town.

The faint whistle of an incoming train on the tracks echoes through town as groups bustle in to wait for their ride, bags packed at their feet as they mumble on about their upcoming adventures across the land. Children run through the streets with laughter and imaginary conversations about outlaws and robbers, their innocence settling into the early morning fog.

Your gaze follows a pack of men riding down the main street on the backs of well-brushed horses, their hats tipping to you as they pass your still frame on the balcony of the Blackwater hotel. A gentle wave slips past your fingers as they push forward, aching nostalgic thoughts prancing through your head as you remember your days spent across the open land.

“I’ve seen that look of yours before, darlin’. C’mere, I got ya some coffee from down the way.” John hums as he rests his head on your shoulder, his arms snaking around your waist.

“You didn’t get any of that fancy stuff, did you? You know all that sugar ain’t good for either of us.” You huff back a laugh as you turn in his embrace, your gaze falling to the soft features on his tired face. “Say, when’s the last time you slept, honey?”

“Oh, don’t you go worryin’ ‘bout me like that. Besides, today ain’t about me anyways.” The older man ducked his head, his hand gripping the back of his neck as he tugged you closer.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the two of you spent the previous night tangled in the sheets of your hotel room, you would have thought John had forgotten your birthday entirely. There had been little to no discussions at all about the upcoming day, no that it would have mattered much to you either way in the end. Past experiences would prove that to be a pointless feat.

Your previous lovers weren’t too kind, rarely speaking out or showing affection towards you through the days spent next to each other. After the day passed again and again without celebration or thoughtfulness, you grew cold towards it entirely. There was no use in holding onto that hope anymore when it had been misused and tossed around too many times.

John is different. He is entirely, all-consumingly different.

He’s the calloused palm against your elbow as he guides you through a crowd in town, secure in his touch. He’s the peek of sunlight through the window in the morning hours, the birds chirping a song to raise the two of you out of a deep sleep. He’s the silence hanging between the two of you on rides through the countryside, a tender, gentle reminder of his growing love.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours today? You seem to be hidin’ away.” John quizzed with a worried stare, the back of his hand brushing against your cheek to gain your attention.

“Just thinkin’ how lucky I am to know you, John Marston.” You hummed, your gaze blinking back into focus as you leaned into his touch. “And, don’t you go sayin’ anything crazy about how I’m silly for lovin’ you. You deserve it.”

“Oh, I ain’t gonna tell you nothin’ today, darlin’. Unless it’s happy birthday or I love you. I’ll tell you that one as many times as I damn well please.” He teased with a crooked grin as he snuck a kiss to the tip of your nose, strands of his hair falling against your face. “C’mon, I got plans for you today.”

The sounds of the town faded out into the day as you followed John without hesitancy, your fingers laced with his as he pulled you into the room with a huff in his chest. His face gave no way to the thoughts in his mind as he let his frame fall back against the bed with a sigh, his eyes searching for you as you stood at his feet with a laugh bubbling deep in your chest.

“I would kill to know what’s goin’ on in that head of yours now, Marston. Looks can be deceivin’, you know?” You laughed off with a shake of your head, your knees knocking against his as you moved closer. “‘Cause surely your plans for today aren’t for us to roll around this bed again barely touchin’ each other.”

“I don’t think you’d be complain’ much ‘bout that, sweetheart. Surely weren’t last night, I’m sure the guests here could attest to that.” John mumbles as he raises to his feet with a sigh, his hands running over your forearms as he steadies himself.

“Now, don’t you start, John. As a matter of fact, I was told there was coffee here. I should get to drinkin’ that before it gets cold.” You rebuke with another laugh on your lips, stepping back from his tender touch to glance around the room for the missing cup. “Then, we can get on with your plans, I’m assumin’ that’s why you’ve been sneakin’ around.”

A chill runs down your spine as a breeze from the open balcony door rushes through the room, your fingers brushing over your arms as you reach for your coat strewn across the room. John’s hands touch the fabric first as he pulls it around your shoulders, his lips meeting the top of your head in a swift movement. Safe, in every sense of the small word, all at once.

Safe is all you’ll ever be here, nothing could dare touch you.

The complexity of feeling safe with John was not lost on you as ideas of his past life mingled in your mind, the very hands wrapped around your shoulders once taking the life of others. He’d never touch you with intent to harm you, he’d rather lay his own life down than hurt you the same way he did as an outlaw. You were certain of it, sure as the breath in your lungs.

“C’mon, let’s get you outta that mind of yours for the day. Ain’t nothin’ good goin’ on up there with that look on your face, darlin’.” John whispered as he pulled from the stance behind you, his hand reaching for yours as he motioned to the door. “I know just the place to bring out that smile of yours.”

…

The water surrounding yourself and John rippled in delicate waves under the boat as he rowed the two of you further out into the lake, your gaze wandering from his focused features to the sunlight pouring from behind a gray cloud. In the rays of light, John looked almost at peace despite being in the middle of a body of water he knew he couldn’t get himself out of.

“You know, you didn’t have to come all the way out here for me, John. I know you ain’t exactly a swimmer.” You mused as you tried to hide a smile behind hints of worry, your hand reaching out to brush over his. “Don’t need you dyin’ on me.”

“And, that’s where you’re wrong, darlin’. It wouldn’t be a day out with you without doin’ somethin’ I know makes you happy.” John hushed with a scrunch of his nose, his arms resting as he came to a spot to stop at.

“Plus, I was prayin’ the sun would at least be on my side for this one. Guess luck ran on my side today. C’mere, I think you’ll be alright on this side.” He added as he motioned to the empty spot next to him on his seat, his hand brushing off the dirt that had accumulated over time.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud or even in his own mind, but you knew John’s real reason to pulling you to his side of the boat was to calm the nerves shooting through his body. His hand ghosted over yours as you rested your head against his shoulder with a content sigh, his fingers twisting around yours as he settled into the rocking that came with the soft breeze.

If you were honest, this was more than anyone else previous had done for you on any certain day. An unfamiliar territory that felt heavy and embracing in a twisted way, one that you couldn’t escape even if you tried or wanted to at this point. Your heart was mending to John’s, and you weren’t sure at this point if you could even mold it back to being only yours.

Not that you would want to take his happiness away anyways.

“I got ya somethin’ this mornin’ while I was out. Now, I know that sounds like I was shoppin’ last minute, but it’s hardly any good things in the shops now days.” John spoke with a smile hanging from his lips as he nudged you with his shoulder. “Saw this though and thought it was perfect for you, darlin’.”

His fingers fumbled with a tattered fabric bag in his pocket as he tried to wiggle the item loose, the sun’s rays hitting the metal now resting in his palm. Tucked next to a gold chain was a faded heart locket, time’s careful hands worn against the metal from its previous owner. The wave of emotions crashing through you were unexpected, but welcomed all the same.

“John, it’s beautiful. I — I don’t know what to say. I don’t think I’ve ever even owned a proper piece of jewelry.” You stuttered as your eyes met his, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. “Go on then, put it on me. I don’t want you droppin’ it in the water now.”

“Wouldn’t that be somethin’? Just somethin’ a fool like me would do.” John laughed, his chest puffing as he shifted in his seat enough to clasp the chain around your neck. “Ain’t no worries though, it’s safe ‘round your neck now.”

“Marston, you are somethin’ special, I hope you know that.” You beamed as your lips brushed his in a soft kiss, your hand resting atop the scars littered across his face. “I’ll be here to remind you of it anytime you need it too.”

“I think I’d quite like that, honey.” He replied against your lips as he dove in for another kiss, his hand covering yours in an attempt to hold you closer. “Just as much as I’d love to get somethin’ cookin’ for you right now too. Birthday and all.”

“Well, you better get to rowin’ us back to the dock then, cowboy. I don’t think dinner’s gonna cook itself.” You grinned as you carefully switched back to your side of the boat, John’s gaze never leaving the sight of your face under the sun.

Your heart sat quietly in your chest as you placed a hand over the cool metal resting on your skin, the once was there etchings of a flower faded against your fingertips. In another life ages ago, closed off and hidden from the world, you would once pray for a gift such as this one. For a savior in whatever wear to show you what love and admiration really looked like.

Now you were certain you found that all wrapped up in John.

With an extension of his heart now resting where yours beats, the world at your feet felt kind and absolutely nothing like what you had known before. There was no anger in the shadows of shared silence, a lingering fear of not saying enough. There was no resentment for wanting a better life, only the promise of one time and time again with sincerity.

Instead, there is honor in John’s word, held heavy above the clouds with promise and conviction. There is meaning behind every touch, every brush of his lips to your skin, every whispered word when you’re alone with him in the dark of the night. A world entirely your own to explore and dive into without hesitation or guilt, a world molded for your desire.

…

“Now, don’t you go burnin’ this place down with these candles and such. I don’t reckon I have enough money to buy this damn place.” John eased as he lit the final candle standing atop your cake from the bakery down Main Street. “Okay, last one lit. Happy birthday, honey. Make a good wish.”

The light from the dancing flames flashed across John’s face from the other end of the table, his hands hovering over the top to wave off the smoke from reaching the smoke alarm set on the ceiling. A single blow dimmed the flames as they burned out with ease, your shoulders resting back against the chair as fatigue fought against your nearly exhausted mind.

“What’d ya wish for, darlin’? Hopin’ for anything specific?” The older man quizzed as he closed the gap between the two of you at the table. “I’m sure you can tell me, it’ll still come true.”

“I’m not sure that’s quite how that works, Marston. Besides, you can probably guess my answer quicker than I could tell you.” You hummed in response, your head spinning as he braced himself between your knees. “Hm, you’re pretty close.”

“Would one of those answers be to prop you up on this table behind us and give you my mouth?” John groaned, his pupils blown wide with need as he waited for your reply. “Because I can do that for ya, sweetheart. Ain’t nothin’ I need more now.”

The promise lingering off of his question hung in the limited space between the two of you, the air becoming tight as you considered your next move. There wasn’t much that yourself and John had done between tangled sheets, light petting and marking the only extent of last night’s adventures. But, with the hunger settling in John’s stare, your composure melted.

“Please, I don’t want to fight this anymore, John. I trust you, I trust you with all of me, promise.” You confirmed, your legs parting as he stepped impossibly closer. “Show me your best.”

In a lapse of complete thoughtfulness, your hand reached up to tug on the hat resting on John’s head, sliding it off the mountain of hair tucked under. His eyes followed your movements as you placed the hat atop your head, the brim dipping down to cover your eyes as you looked down to your parted thighs. If you were going to do this, it had to be right.

“It stays on, you understand, darlin’? Don’t let it drop off that pretty head of yours.” John demanded, his fingers clutching onto your chin as he tilted your head back up to meet his eyes. “No matter how good I’m makin’ you feel.”

Your mouth fell open to respond to his demand, but fell silent once he hoisted you up in his arms with a rumble in his chest. His feet stumbled against the floor as he laid you out on the petite side table, the lower half of your frame hanging off in his grip. Waves of dizziness washed over your figure as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering shut in the moment.

The street lights shine through the windows as the town winds down for the night with ease, painting rays of yellow across pieces of your bare skin as John ruffles up your skirts. The room filled with silence is pierced through by a low groan escaping your lover’s chest as he trails kisses between your thighs, your hips jerking around at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

Higher, higher, higher. You need it right in this single moment.

“So gorgeous, darlin’, lettin’ me take care of you like this. Tell me, is this what you want?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow as he pressed his cheek to the inside of your thigh, his free hand tracing circles in your skin. “Wanna make sure.”

The words fail you in response to his carefree touch parading against your skin, his chocolate eyes pouring up at you with patience as he waits for a confirmation from you to move ahead. Instead of speaking your peace with a heaved breath, your hand falls to the back of John’s head as you tug him close to your core with an escaped whimper in your throat.

As if he’s been a man starved of your taste alone, John’s tongue dives between your folds with a feral growl. The stars in the sky start falling to their new perspective space in your vision as you spin under the waves of pleasure, your fingers tugging endlessly at John’s thick hair. It only edges him on further, his mouth wrapping around your bundle of nerves.

“Oh, John. Stay, stay right there, wanna feel you.” You beg with a whine pulling from the depths of your chest, your eyes rolling back as he begins to suck on your clit. “Ah, please..”

His tongue trails between your folds as he pulls you apart with every inch of his tongue inside of you, your thighs twitching from the unexpected feeling of his mouth covering almost all of your core. The obscene sounds coming from below your waist only add to the haze surrounding your mind as you climb higher, the heels of your feet digging down into John’s back.

“Please, please, oh please.” You cry out as your thighs continue to twitch with your oncoming release, John’s own groans sending vibrations through your frame. “I — I’m close. I’m so close, John, oh my God.”

“I don’t think God’s got anything to do with this, darlin’. Now, let go, show me how pretty you are when you come.” John mumbles against your inner thigh before returning to his assault on your clit. “You got it, baby, give it to me.”

John’s gentle coaxing is enough to pull your first orgasm from you with a shout, the volume of your own voice shocking you as you repeat his name in incoherent babbles. The corner of the side table bites into your soft skin as John pins your thighs down to hold you in place, his tongue lapping up all that you have to give him until he’s panting against your soaked core.

“Did such a good job, sweetheart. I know you got one more in you though. C’mere, let’s lay down.” John praises as he pulls your limp figure to his chest, moving the two of you towards the bed across the room.

If anyone asked you moments later how you ended up bare as the day you were born under John Marston, you wouldn’t have a clue as to what that answer would be. In the haze of your after high paired with his desperate mouth covering every inch of skin that he could, John must have stripped the two of you of your respective clothing. And, it felt exhilarating to be seen.

Safe is all you’ll ever be here, nothing could dare touch you.

“Fuck, I just wanna — wanna worship you, darlin’. You deserve it, you deserve all of me.” John pours out against your throat as he peppers love bites across the sensitive skin, his hardened cock pressing to your stomach. “Need you, baby.”

“Take me, John, you can have me.” You coax on with a gentle hand running through the strands of his hair hanging in his face, your hips bucking off the bed as you seek any friction.

His face softens under your delicate touch as he hovers over your frame, his head tilting to the side as he takes in the sight of you laid out before him. It’s a moment of realization for the both of you as it comes crashing down in your minds, the shift between who you were last night and who you are in this moment alone. Nothing to hide and nothing to hold back.

“You’re so handsome, honey, lookin’ so peaceful like this.” You praise with a flutter in your chest as he meets your gaze, his hands tracing circles on your waistline. “Wanna make you feel good too, please.”

The strewn-about conversations of the night folk echo outside the window as the bars stack up in count, each person chasing their own sort of high with a different vice than the one you’re using. A sliver of white light covers your frame as the moon shifts in the sky, John’s heated gaze following the pattern across your skin as if it’s something entirely ethereal.

His trance is tossed out within seconds as your hand ghosts over his cock, strained and resting against his stomach. It’s a sight to see under the moonlit space, the curls at the base of him framing what length he has. You want it all, every last inch until you can’t trust yourself to speak in coherent sentences. He knows it too, of course he does, he’s wanted it all along.

He fumbles for a second inside his satchel at the foot of the bed, his determination taught on his face as he tosses the bag across the room to land freely. Oil coats his hand as he strokes himself a few times between your thighs, his head dropping to his chest as he lets out an almost pained whimper. He knows you don’t need it, not after the mess his mouth made of you.

“Ready for me, darlin’? I’ll be gentle, promise.” John asked, his hand still pumping his cock as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You nod with a sigh as he slowly inches himself inside of you, his breath hitching with each inch lost until he bottoms out. The stretch of him fully seated inside of you stings for a second as you clench around him, his cock twitching inside of you at the feeling. His movements are deliberate, the gentle rocking of his hips creating a rhythm suited for you both.

The slick sound of his cock slipping in and out of your core invades your senses as you listen to John’s whines of pleasure, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you close to him. It’s intoxicating having him so close to you, the smell of his cologne mixed with your scent is enough to make you dizzy. Who knew something so natural could smell so Heavenly?

If the town under you could hear what’s transpiring above, you were sure they’d think you were a working woman pleasing the man of the night. Oh, how wrong they’d be. You couldn’t do this for one night, not with the way John was brushing up against the sweet spot inside of you with precision in each thrust. You’d never let him go, damn the money you’d make.

“That’s it, oh, there you are. I’m right here, my sweet, you feel me? Ain’t goin’ nowhere, baby.” John grunted out between clenched teeth as his pace became more rapid, his hand coming up to cup your face.

“I’m yours, baby, I’m all yours. Ain’t runnin’ away, promise.” You reply, your face leaning into his touch as your thighs begin to twitch once more. “John, I’m close again, so close.”

“Yeah? There you go, look at you fallin’ ‘part on my cock, baby. So pretty, so damn gorgeous.” He babbles on as his head rolls back on his shoulders, his hips pressing to yours as his thrusts become erratic. “Gonna come, fuck, right there, please.”

Your orgasm washes over you in a sea of pleasure as John’s name falls from your lips over and over until it’s a slurred mess. There’s absolutely not a single thought in your mind other than John’s body stilling over you as he empties himself inside of you with a high-pitched whimper. You feel full in every sense of the feeling, both your bodies swaying at once.

A thud against the mattress echoes throughout the room over your labored breathing as John tucks himself to your backside, his chest pressed to your sticky skin as he shifts to keep himself inside of you. His softening cock twitches in protest as he lazily pumps himself inside of you. A string of little sighs leave your lips as you bask in your own after high.

“I love you, my sweet. That ain’t ever gonna change, I hope you know that.” John whispers against the back of your neck, his hand ghosting over your stomach to pull you closer. “Sleep, darlin’. I’ll still be right here with ya in the mornin’.”

“I love you too, John. I ain’t gonna forget that, you gave me your heart today.” You mumble between a yawn as sleep envelopes your clouded mind. “You get some rest too, honey.”

In the stillness of the night, there’s still peace in Blackwater.

//

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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 5

A/N: This is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. We pick up with Elvis having traveled from 1960 to 2010 and then refusing to leave. Make sure you come back for Chapter 6 soon!

Special shout outs to @ccab and @elvisfatass for listening to me go round and round about this fic constantly! I love y'all so much!

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie. Also, drinking and possible alcoholism.

Word count: ~2.8k

"Oh my God, Elvis. What have you done?!"

******

You look at him with your eyes wide and he takes a deep breath.

"I made a decision. And I'm happy with it." You shake your head and feel the tears forming in your eyes.

"No no no! This can't be the way it is! You have to go back!"

"It's too late now. Are you saying you don't want me?" A moment of panic flashes across his face at that thought. You grab his face with both hands and look into his eyes.

"That's not what I'm saying at all. You know I love you more than anything. I'd give anything to have you here with me forever."

"I am here!"

"But I know your future. This is wrong."

"Maybe my future is different now."

"No. That's not possible."

"Y/n, what's done is done. Can we just enjoy the fact that we're together and stop worryin' so much about how it might change things?"

You know you can't, but for his sake, you'll at least stop arguing about it. You'll figure out a way to get him home. Somehow.

"Yes. I am glad that you're still here."

"There. Now that's better." He wraps you in a hug and kisses your forehead. You realize that you're both still sitting there with nothing on and reach for your sweatshirt.

"No, come here." He pulls you to him until you're settled in the crook of his arm. "We never get to do this. One of us always leaves. I just want to hold you like this for a while."

When you realize he's right, you revel in the closeness of just laying there naked together. He plays with your fingers, kissing the tips of them periodically as you talk. He starts by telling you about the army, but that moves into a conversation that's deeper than anything you've had so far. You talk about faith, what it means to be alive, and what you both want to do and be before your time is up. There's a deep intimacy in this moment with him and you love him more by the second. You've never had a connection like this with any other person before. It feels like he's a part of you and the longer you're together, the stronger that feeling gets.

After a couple of hours, you get to a small lull in the conversation and you hear his stomach growl. You roll onto him and put your chin on your hands.

"Should we go get some food?"

"Food would be good." He smiles. "You got a diner in this town? I need a burger and shake."

You laugh at the thought of trying to find a classic style diner for him. There's one place in town he'd probably love, but they have a whole wall dedicated to pictures and memorabilia of him. So that's out of the question.

"Not a diner, but we'll find somewhere that has what you want."

"Not a diner?"

"They're kind of out of style."

"Oh." He laughs and remembers that he's not in 1960 anymore. "Speaking of out of style, I can't wear this uniform around."

"Yeah we need to go shopping. We'll just go to Target real quick and then get some food."

"Target?"

"Yeah it's kind of a superstore. Like Walmart but better."

"Walmart?"

"God sometimes talking to you is like talking to an alien. Just get dressed and we'll go." You stand up and throw his pants at him laughing. He gets a serious look on his face.

"Wait. Are there real aliens now? Have you been to space?" You try to match his serious tone.

"Yes. I went to Mars for vacation last year."

"What? Really?" His eyes are huge. You can't stand it anymore and the laughter comes pouring out of you.

"No! You goofball. No, I've never been to space. And if there's aliens, we haven't met them yet."

"Well, I don't know! 50 years is a long time for things to change!" As if on cue, your phone rings on your nightstand, playing a pop song. You grab it and see that it's your mom calling.

"Ugh." You toss the phone on the bed and he stares at it.

"What is that?"

"Oh lord." You shake your head and pull on some underwear and a bra. "How do I explain this? It's a phone."

"That's a phone?! Where is the cord?"

"It doesn't have a cord. Unless it's charging. It has a battery."

"And it plays music?"

"Yeah, that's my ringtone." He glances at it again.

"Wow. Can I see it?" When it finally stops ringing, you unlock the screen and hand it to him. He holds it like it might bite him. His response to technology is unbelievably endearing. He loves the idea of it, but he's also wary of it. You finish getting dressed while he experiments with the touch screen, accidentally opening apps and asking you to fix it. He's amazed when he finds the weather app. You show him that it's not just a phone, but a calendar, clock, calculator, and camera too.

"It does all kinds of things. It even has the internet."

"Internet?"

"Yeah, it basically has access to all of the information in the world. People put stuff on the internet and we can see it. Like, here." You take the phone and open a webpage to Google. "Ask a question."

"What kind of question?"

"Anything you want."

"Are aliens real?" You smile and type that into the search bar. You walk him through how to click on the websites to find the answer, even though his question can't really be answered.

"You can ask it pretty much anything." He looks at you with his eyes wide and you realize he's still standing there in just his underwear.

"Can I have one of these?"

"Maybe. Depends on how long you're here. But right now you need to get dressed." You take the phone from him and hand him his shirt. He throws it around his shoulders and buttons it and you hear him mumble under his breath.

"That's goddamn incredible."

******

After you shop and eat, you head back to your house to hang out for a while before you get ready to go out that night. You have plans to go with your friends to your favorite local bar that does karaoke on Sunday nights.

You make some spaghetti for dinner and eat it together in your living room. He compliments your cooking, even though you know it's very basic. Still, he eats two whole bowls, so he must like it a little bit. After you eat, you go to get in the shower to get ready to go out.

"Can I come?" He asks with a devilish grin. You know where this is headed, but you're not exactly complaining.

"I don't know, can you?" You respond slyly.

"Oh, I think I can." He laughs and slaps your ass. You both strip naked and tumble into the shower together. You get mostly clean and then his lips crash into yours in a fury of passion. You press your naked body against his and he turns the shower off. He wraps you in a towel and gets one for himself before walking you backwards into your bedroom. After you're dry, you both drop your towels to the ground. He grabs the back of your thighs and you jump so that your legs are around his waist, your mouths still pressed together in a passionate kiss. When you make it to the bed, he lays you on it and kisses down your neck to your chest, not stopping until he gets to your core. It's clear he's practiced since the last time you were together, since he moves his tongue on you with no hesitation.

"Oh my God, Elvis." You moan. He really knows what he's doing now. His tongue moves over and around your clit skillfully and he slides two fingers inside you to tickle the spot that makes you crazy. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten and you grip the sheets with both hands. When you look down, he's looking up at you, face buried in your pussy as he watches you revel in the pleasure of his mouth on you. He stops just long enough to whisper into you.

"Come for me, baby." He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you while his tongue makes a point and licks directly over your sensitive bud. You cry out as your climax slams into you, pushing electricity out to your fingertips and back again. Wetness spills out of you onto his hand and he pulls back, smiling. He slides his fingers out and wipes his face with his other hand. He goes to line himself up with you, but you push him onto his back and situate yourself between his legs. You've learned a few things too.

You pump his cock with your hand for a bit, sliding his foreskin back, and then lean forward and lick a slow circle around the sensitive head.

"Oh, fuck, baby." You open your throat and push him as deep as he'll go into your mouth, pressing your nose into the soft patch of hair at the base of him. He leans his head back and opens his mouth. You continue to bounce on him quickly and he grabs your hair to hold it while you move. You slide your tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft and then swirl it around the tip again. He pulls your hair gently and thrusts slowly into your mouth. When you can tell he's getting close, you suck off the tip with a small pop and then look up at him. You kiss back up his body and he flips you over onto your back with him on top of you and pushes into you passionately.

"Sorry, honey, I couldn't wait any longer." He pants as he drives into you over and over again. You whimper in response, obviously not complaining about his pace. Your breasts bounce as he pounds into you and he watches them match his movements. You wrap your legs around him and he groans with the change in sensation.

"You like this, baby, when I give it to you hard like this?" He whispers in your ear as he fucks you with all his power.

"Yes, yes! I love it!" You respond, nibbling on his earlobe.

"Good. That's my good girl." He continues to slam his hips into yours until neither of you can stand it anymore and you come undone together, your orgasms hitting you at the same time. He shudders and groans and you cuss and flutter around him. Finally, he rolls off you and you both lay there breathing heavily. He leans over and kisses your shoulder gently.

And then you hear it. The buzzing sound. You sit up frantically, but a lightbulb goes off for him.

"Y/n! The portals!"

"What about them?"

"They open when we have sex!" He looks at you excitedly.

"Yeah, and?! You need to go!"

"No. I don't."

"Elvis, I'm not having this fight with you again."

"No, honey, I just mean I don't have to go right now. If this one goes away, we'll just make another one." You look at him with your eyes wide. He's right. Every time you've had sex, a portal has opened. It's like the connection between you is what's causing them to exist in the first place, so this ultimate expression of your connection forces them to open.

"You're right!" You laugh and he grabs you and pulls you close to him.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not right now." Not ever, he thinks to himself, but he'll break that part to you slowly.

The portal disappears with a pop and you stay there in his arms. But how many portals is he planning to ignore?

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Later that night, a few of your friends come over to pre-party for the bar. Several of them recognize "John" from the last time he was around and he greets them happily.

One of your friends busts out a bottle of Fireball and starts pouring shots. You take one and drink it and Elvis holds one to his nose cautiously.

"Aw, come on, John. I know you like girly drinks. This is basically candy." Katie teases him, remembering his love for Malibu and pineapple.

"Haha." He mock-laughs teasingly in return. Then he closes his eyes and tosses back the shot. He winces a bit and then opens his eyes.

"Damn, alright, that's not bad." Everyone laughs and they pour another round of shots. He only does one more, but you do three. He looks at you with mild concern, but doesn't want to be the guy to tell you not to have fun.

Either way, you're feeling very relaxed by the time you get to the bar. You settle at a long table with your friends and lean over into his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, half because he wants to touch you and half because he's holding you upright. You're the first one of your group to volunteer to sing and despite the amount of alcohol you've had, he's amazed at how you sound. Your voice is soulful and strong and it makes him love you even more. When you get back to the table, they're pestering him to sing.

"Sing an Elvis Presley song. We know you know them." You make eye contact with him nervously, but he shrugs. There's no way they would ever know who he is, even if he sings. He goes up and talks to the DJ and then settles behind the mic. The first few bars of Jailhouse Rock come through the speakers and he starts to sing.

You've never seen him sing on stage before. He's just as electric as they said he is and you're spellbound. All your friends clap and cheer, but you sit there in silent amazement. He does a few dance moves as he sings and you understand why girls threw their underwear at him. You'd drag him off the stage to the bathroom right now, if you could. You half consider it for a second, but he finishes the song and takes a bow. When he walks back over to the table everyone gushes over how much he actually sounds like Elvis. He laughs and thanks them and then you grab him and pull him into a deep kiss right in the middle of the bar. He pulls back after a few seconds.

"Honey, there are people everywhere."

"I don't care." Your words are getting a little fuzzy, since you've had two more drinks at the bar.

The rest of the evening passes and you continue to drink while he continues to watch you worriedly. You both sing a couple more songs and finish with Love Me Tender as a duet. You never lose your ability to sing, but when you stumble and he has to catch you on your way back from the stage, he decides it's time for you to go home. Katie agrees and volunteers to drive you both home. You try to argue, but your words are so slurred at this point that it's a lost cause. On the way to the car, he actually goes ahead and picks you up to carry you.

In the car, you go on and on about how much you love him and how much you love watching him sing. You actually even call him "Elvis" a few times and Katie raises her eyebrows.

"She's so drunk. She must think I'm the real thing." He laughs nervously. "Does she do this a lot?" Katie shrugs.

"Yeah. It started a couple years ago. She went to Memphis and came back different. I'm not sure if something happened to her or what."

He looks at you where you've fallen asleep in his lap. Leaving him in 1958 must've been harder on you than he thought.

When you get back to the house, he has to carry you inside. Katie offers to take care of you, she's done it a lot recently, but he says no.

"I've got 'er. Thanks for the ride." She nods and he takes you into the bedroom. He takes off your shoes and your jeans and is trying to sort out your bra clasp when you sit up in the bed.

"Oh no."

"What?" He gets his answer when you run to the bathroom and puke. He sighs deeply and then goes to help you. Luckily, his time in the military taught him a few things, so he brings you some water from the kitchen. Then, he holds your hair and rubs your back while you're sick. Eventually, your stomach is empty, so he gets you to drink some water and get back in the bed. There, he holds you to him and kisses your forehead. You mumble into his chest.

"I love you, Elvis."

"I love you too, honey." He settles in to sleep, worried about how you truly were while you were apart. He never even thought to ask if you were okay. In his mind, it's his fault that you're like this. There's no way he's leaving you now. Not like this.

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Hi Liv. 💜 Thank you for writing so many lovely pieces for Daddy Whiskey. I am having the worst time I’ve had in a long time. I’m really sick but I still have to attend to a lot of obligations, and I haven’t had time to rest. How would Daddy Whiskey take care of me and make me slow down? 🤧🤒😴

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A Different Kind of Love

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Daddy kink (it’s always here), illness, medicine, established relationship/marriage, sweet fluffies

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“Hm?”

“Sugar,” Your husband whispers, shaking his head. The feeling of his hand, warm and strong, slides beneath the covers to caress your forearm. His other stays on your forehead, pressing a cold washcloth to your skin. “You didn’t tell me it was this bad.”

“Huh?” Your eyes are barely opening, having gone dry and droopy from sleep.

“One-hundred and four.” Jack states, prompting your eyes to widen. “Here, drink.” He then says, offering you an open water bottle. 

Everything feels weird, almost dizzying in a way. When you’d gone to sleep, Jack was still away on his business trip, and having him here so suddenly is surprising. 

“Why are you… how…”

“Sh,” He returns, lifting the bottle toward you again.

Grunting slightly, you attempt to sit up, your muscles sore and throbbing. Immediately, Jack is setting the washcloth down and reaching for you. With both of those strong hands on your back, he helps you up, urging you to lean on him. And while cradling your body, he offers the water again, urging you to take it. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He coos quietly, kissing your forehead. 

“Gonna get my germs.” Comes your weak protest, finally downing the drink. But he only laughs. It’s that deep chuckle you love so much, the one you can feel in his belly. 

“I missed you.”

“I’m sorry I’m so gross.” The words come out broken and shrill, spoken through a tiny sob. And to his surprise, you start to cry.

“Babydoll, you’re sick.” He states, almost incredulously. “And you’re not gross.” Wrapping both arms around you, he hugs you tightly, feeling your body relax into his own. “I’m here now, stop worryin’.”

Brushing a hand over your head, he slides the loose hairs away from your sweaty face, only to kiss your skin again. He can feel you shaking in his arms, can feel the ragged breaths coming from your chest. 

“C’mon, let’s get you in the shower. We gotta get this temperature down.”

Reaching for the hair tie on your nightstand, Jack wraps your hair up into a messy bun. And you’re so weak that you let him, not bothering to protest. You hate feeling like such a burden. 

“Did you leave early?”

“I did.” Jack tells you, beginning to lift your shirt to help you undress. 

“Why?” Your pout is evident, even as you lift your arms for him.

“Babycakes, I haven’t seen you this sick in years. Couldn’t just leave you here by yourself.” His trip was supposed to last ten days, but he cut it in half just for you. “Now c’mon, sweetheart.”

Once your panties are off Jack undresses himself, finally shrugging off his business suit. It’s only now that you realize he was still wearing it. He didn’t even bother to change when he got home before coming to comfort you. 

Jack takes both of your hands before helping you up, tugging on you gently. And he holds them still as he walks you to the bathroom. The cold metal on his left hand prompts your eyes to wander down, a small smile slipping on your face.

“I love you.” Looking up at him, that smile remains. 

He isn’t looking at you, he’s looking down while reaching for the faucet. But he smiles anyway. “I love you too, babycakes.”

When the water is warm he guides you in, eyeing your shaky steps. And while the heat feels good on your skin, you can’t help but shiver without your clothes on. Before Jack steps in, though, he grabs a little package out of one of your decorative jars, unwrapping it and dropping the contents onto the shower drain. And immediately, the smell of eucalyptus hits your nose, a calming scent that opens up your sinuses.

“Thank you.” You’re still trembling, your breaths stuttering, too.

“Stop thankin’ me.” His voice is calm and reassuring, his body a welcomed presence as he finally steps in to stand behind you. Jack’s sculpted arms then link around your midsection, his head dropping down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He keeps you against him, keeps you up. “It’s what I’m here for,” A soft kiss to your cheek, a small hum. “What I’m supposed to do.”

While you’re leaning against him, Jack grabs your loofah and body wash, lathering the soft tool before rubbing it over your body. He’s gentle with it, scrubbing you clean in the most loving way he knows how. And he doesn’t worry about your hair - having a head full of cold, wet hair won’t make your cold any better. 

“What about you?” Your voice is scratchy and unpleasant; it doesn’t sound like you. “I can’t, can’t wash you right now, baby.”

Your husband tuts at this, brows furrowing. “Wouldn’t expect you to. I’ll wash myself in a minute, honey.” 

And he does just that, helping you to sit on the stone bench while he washes his hair and body. He’s quick with it, too, not wanting you to sit out of the stream for too long. 

“I’m sorry you had to leave early. Champ must be so mad at you.”

“Not at all.” Giving his head a shake, he tells you, “Gives those idiot nephews a chance to prove their worth.”

Chuckling to yourself quietly, you think back to the two men you’d met. They’re around your age, the new agents, and very clearly inept. Turns out Champ is a fan of nepotism, favoring his nephews. 

“Still, I’m sorry you had to leave for me. I didn’t mean to make you w-worry.” As soon as you’re shivering again, Jack is helping you onto your feet again and ushering you beneath the warm stream. 

“Honey, you’re the most precious thing I have.” He reassures you, holding you once again. “I always worry about you.”

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He’s so handsome, it’s all you can think. You’re drunk with love for him - how could one man be so overwhelmingly perfect? He’s caring, doting, you’ve never had anyone in your life make you feel so special. The way Jack treats you is something else entirely, it’s a different kind of love. 

Clean pajamas hold your body sweetly, soft and smelling oh so sweet. What’s even sweeter is the ice cream Jack doordashed for you, alongside your other favorite treats. And right now, he’s at the door, paying the delivery man before taking the food into the bedroom. It’s not the best habit, eating food in bed. But when you’re this sick, who the hell cares? 

“Alright, here we go.” Jack mumbles to himself, setting the plates of food down over the bedsheets. “And here’s your medicine.” He then says, handing you a couple of pills.

Before he helped you back into bed, Jack changed the sheets, putting on the clean set and then tossing the dirty ones into the washer. The entire time you’ve been sick, you’ve been worrying about the house. The dishes, the trash, the unkempt sheets. Especially with Jack returning, you wanted to make sure everything was neat for him, it’s what you always did. But when you couldn't even get out of bed to brush your teeth, you knew there was no way you’d be cleaning. Though, you knew Jack would never hold it against you. 

After ordering the food, Jack did about the house, putting things away, wiping down the surfaces and taking care of the dirty dishes and overflowing trash. It took him less than thirty minutes, and he didn’t even break a sweat. In his mind, nothing was more important than making sure you got your rest. And that meant taking away any and all distractions that would lure you out of bed. But once the food came, and everything was clean and cozy, he finally settled beside you in bed, picking up his own plate of food.

Leaning onto his shoulder, you sigh, a wave of emotion running through your body. “Daddy,” Burying your face into his chest, you finally allow yourself to release your tears of frustration and pain. “I don’t feel good.”

Setting his plate aside, he hushes you. “C’mere, honey.” 

When the food is off the bed, Jack’s urging you to rest your head in his lap. He lays back, feeling you shift onto his broad chest. One arm wraps around your back, holding you against him, while the other runs over your beautiful hair. 

“I know you’re not feelin’ good, sweet pea.” Jack’s voice is soothing, deep and warm and everything you need. “I’m so sorry. But I’m here, okay? I promise. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it for you.” 

“I just wanna cuddle you.” Your voice is muffled, face resting against his black, short-sleeve shirt. 

Again, he grins, letting out a small chuckle. Turning his head, he gives your temple a kiss before placing his fingers beneath your chin. And when your head is tilted up, he places a sweet, small kiss onto your lips. 

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” 

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [Heaven Scenario]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ( Uu...I can hear the storm raging outside. )

( I got scared and instinctively came to Subaru-kun's room but I wonder if he's even awake? )

*Knock knock*

Yui: Subaru-kun, are you awake?

Subaru: ...What do you want at this hour?

Yui: I'm sorry. But I'd really appreciate it if you could let me in...

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!?

ー Subaru opens the door

Subaru: Oi, whatcha screamin' for? Don't tell me you're scared of the thunder?

Yui: Y-Yeah. I am. That's why I want to be with you...

Subaru: You're such a scaredy cat. This sort of this has you pissin' your pants?

Yui: I mean, I can't help it.

Subaru: Guess I have no other choice. Come on in.

Yui: Yeah. Thanks.

ー The scene shifts to Subaru's room

*Rumble rumble*

Yui: Quite the weather we're having today. I feel as if it keeps on getting worse...

I wonder if this'll end well? It looks as if the window will shatter any second.

Subaru: It's not that bad. Stop worryin' so much.

Yui: But...

Subaru: I'm right here, see? But you're scared regardless?

Yui: ...No, I'm not scared when you're with me.

Subaru: ...! I see.

Yui: Subaru-kun...? Are you flustered, perhaps?

Subaru: Fuck off! I'm not! Stop starin' at my face!

*FLASH*

*Crash*

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: What? Seems like you're still scared after all.

Yui: I mean, I didn't expect the thunder to be this loud...

Subaru: So I just gotta make it so you can't hear the thunder anymore, huh?

Yui: Eh? Yeah, I'd be very grateful if you could but...

Subaru: Come on, scoot this way. I'll give you special permission to get inside of here.

Yui: Inside of here...You mean your coffin!?

Subaru: Yeah. It's completely soundproof to the point where you can't hear the rain or wind at all, so feel free to use it.

Yui: ...Yeah, thanks, Subaru-kun.

ー Yui glances at the coffin

Yui: ( His kindness really shows in the way he'll look out for me despite his rough personality... )

( But the inside of a coffin is pretty narrow and dark, isn't it? )

( I feel as if having to get inside of here all alone will be scary in its own way... )

Subaru: ...What? Why are you looking back and forth between me and the coffin?

If you've got somethin' to say, then tell me.

Yui: ( It's a little too embarrassing to ask him to join me so...I can't bring myself to say that. )

( But I'm sure I'd feel much more reassured if he were with me. )

Subaru: ...

Aah! That's fuckin' unfair! Don't gimme that kinda look!

Yui: Eh? What kind of look?

Subaru: You know...The way you're lookin' at me right now!

Fine! You want me to join you in there, don't you?

Yui: Eh? You don't mind?

Subaru: I just offered it myself, didn't I!? Don't make me repeat myself a million times.

Yui: That'd be incredibly reassuring. Thank you, Subaru-kun!

Subaru: No need to make such a big deal out of it, is there...?

Come on, get in. God, you're such a handful.

Yui: Fufu, pardon me.

ー The two of them get inside his coffin

Subaru: How's that? A lil' better?

Yui: Yeah! This coffin really is amazing.

I think I understand why you like spending time in here so much now.

Subaru: Guess so.

Yui: The soundproof walls are remarkable as well. When you put on the lid, you actually can't hear anything anymore.

Subaru: Duh. Whose coffin do you think this is?

Yui: ( It really puts me at ease. So quiet and cozy... )

( But that's mostly because Subaru-kun here with me. )

( This is bliss. I'm no longer afraid of the rain or the thunder. )

( Fufu, it's almost hard to believe that I was so anxious earlier, cowering in fear at even the slightest sound. )

Hey, Subaru-kun.

Subaru: What?

Yui: It's surprisingly comfortable inside a coffin.

Subaru: Right? I optimized its comfort after all.

I didn't just consider how sturdy it'd have to be, but I thought very hard about the interior as well.

I chose an upholstery which would allow one to lie down for several days on end without it putting strain on the body. The softness of the fabric shouldn't disappoint either.

Yui: ( He's being unusually elated. I guess he really puts a lot of thought into his coffin. It's kind of cute. )

*Rustle*

Subaru: Oi, are you listenin'?

Yui: Ah, my bad, I spaced out. What did you say?

Subaru: ...No, it's nothin'.

Yui: ...?

What has gotten into him all of a sudden? He turned away...

Subaru: I said it's nothin', 'kay?

Yui: Nothing? ...Ah!

( I only just noticed that when inside this coffin, we're naturally huddled up together and our faces are close to each other as well... )

( Did he perhaps look away because he got embarrassed? )

Subaru: ...Ugh.

Yui: Subaru-kun, are you perhaps...?

Subaru: L-Let's call it a day already! This coffin is very comfortable to sleep in as well, you know!? I'm sure you'll be able to sleep soundly.

Yui: ...Yeah. You're right.

( He's going to sleep already? ...I feel a little sad. )

( I would have liked to chat for a little longer now that it's just the two of us.... )

I'm sorry, were you actually about to go to bed?

Subaru: Not really. I wasn't, but...

What's your problem? You can no longer hear the thunder, right? But you still can't sleep?

Yui: No, I just thought this was a good opportunity to talk a bit longer.

Is that too much to ask?

Subaru: ...

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: ...

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Subaru: Ahー God. What's your problem? Stop starin' at me like that!

Yui: Eh!? I'm surprised you could tell while facing the other way?

Subaru: Your gaze is bothering me. I can't sleep like this.

Oi, Yui!

Yui: Eh? Ah, yes!

Subaru: Just how defenseless are you, cuddlin' up to a guy in a confined space like this?

You really need to start bein' a little more aware of potential dangers! How many times have I already told you this!?

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...What has gotten into all of a sudden?

Subaru: It's not sudden! Clingin' onto me like that while givin' off that delicious scent...

How do you expect me to keep myself under control under these circumstances!?

Yui: Subaru-kun, why are you upset? Did I do something...?

Subaru: You still don't get it? Guess I have no other choice but to teach you once more then. I'll suck you thoroughly from your neck.

*Rustle*

ー Subaru bites her

Subaru: Hah, nnh...

Yui: Nn...Wait, Subaru-ku..Nn...

Subaru: Nn, kuh...Nnh...Why would I wait? You're the one who pushed me this far.

Yui: ( His fangs...are sinking in incredibly deep... )

Subaru: Haah...How's that? Do you realize your mistakes now?

Yui: Nn, my mistakes...? But I haven't done anything wrong...

Subaru: You're still sayin' that? I don't know if you're actually just ignorant, but you seduced a guy, didn't you?

Yui: S-Seduced!? I didn't!

Subaru: Aah!? You totally did! What if one of the other dudes attacked you instead!?

Yui: That wasn't my intention...I just wanted to talk and feel your touch because it's you...

I would never do this with another guy. I wouldnt like it if it's with someone other than you.

Subaru: Y-You...

Hah, is that so? In that case, I'll drink your blood even more, as you wish. From this side next...

Hah, nnh...Nkuh...

Yui: Ah...!

( He's being really intense...I fear that I might lose myself in this feeling... )

Subaru: Nnh, nn...Hah, nn...

Nnh...Hah, nn...Haha, your blood really is on another level. I seriously feel like I might go crazy.

Your body twitches just from running my fingers across your neck like this...

Yui: Ah, you can't, it tickles...

Subaru: Hehe, you don't actually dislike it, do you? Tell me that it feels good and that you want more.

Yui: I-I can't say something so shameful.

Subaru: Little late to get embarrassed at this point, no? We both know that you love it when I suck your blood like this. ...Hah, nn.

Nn, nkuh...Phew...Nn, haah...

Yui: ( Ah, oh no...I'm about to faint already... )

ー Yui loses consciousness

*Rustle*

Subaru: ...Ah? Shit. Did she faint?

My bad, I had too much! Oi, wake up.

Yui: ...Zz, zz...

Subaru: ...Oi, don't tell me you're asleep? Fuck, this sucks.

Yui: ...Zz, zz...

Subaru: I'm all alone with her in this narrow space right now.

And you're tellin' me I have to hold back!? You've gotta be shittin' me!

But she'll definitely get angry if I try anythin' funny while she's asleep, right...?

Haah...What am I supposed to do about this...?

ーー THE END ーー

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[mooodyblue]

could you write some sub austin? maybe he had a kinda stressful day and he's not up for topping and the reader takes over. 🙏

y'all know smut is not my forte but ill always give it a shot, anything for sub!aus 🤭 also, made this plus sized!reader bc there aren't enough of those on this side of tumblr 💔

still tired? | austin x plussized!reader

wc: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ minors dni p in v(unprotected), sub!austin, mentions of body image insecurities, slight nipple play?? idk

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there was something so comforting about coming home to you after a rough day. austin could have the most miserable day possible but just the reminder that you'd be sitting at home waiting for him was good enough to get him out of a rut.

and today was one of those days.

the sight of you greeting him at the door made all his troubles from the day disappear, a wide smile on his face. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he tossed his things, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i missed you today." you pouted.

he gave you a quick peck on the lips, "i think i missed you a little more." he sighed.

"rough day?" you frowned.

"very."

you followed austin into the bedroom where he vented to you about his day, another exhausting day on set where he just could not get his lines right. despite his sudden newfound fame, that fear of being randomly replaced in a film still always lingered in the back of his mind. you sat on the edge of the bed as you listened to every word he said, chiming in every once in awhile. he came out of the bathroom with a heavy sigh and his hands on his hips. "am i just being dramatic? am i just worryin' for nothing?"

"oh baby, of course not." you pat the empty spot next to you on the bed. he sat next to you and rested his hand on your thigh. "it was just bad day. maybe you just need to take a small break, you've hardly had one in the last few months."

austin's hand wouldn't leave your thigh, he caressed it softly, occasionally squeezing at the soft, gentle skin throughout your conversation. he'd always been very touchy with you, never missing a chance to get his hands on you. it wasn't always in a sexual way but sometimes it just drove you crazy.

there was a specific look in your eyes, austin saw it too. you gazed at his lips then back up at his eyes, searching for permission before bringing a hand to his jaw and meeting your lips with his. he needed this.

he didn't realize how bad he needed you until your hand began to trail up his thigh, but he was tired, afraid of not being able to fully give you what you wanted. "wait-" he pulled away from you, breathless, his cock getting harder by the second. he wanted this, you wanted this too, but he just didn't want to disappoint you. "i don't-" he rubbed the back of his neck, "i want to, but i'm just not all there today."

"let me take care of you." your hand trailed up higher, dangerously close to the hard, outline in his pants. "if that's okay with you." you made sure to add.

austin was always the more dominant one when it came to sex, which you didn't mind. as much as you loved the endless nights of him pounding into you, there was still that part of you that was slightly insecure about the few extra pounds that were on you. it wasn't something that bothered you often, but you had to wonder if you not being on top for once was because of your weight. austin's blown out pupils said enough, "please."

your lips crashed into his as you both began undressing eachother, austin's hands feeling every part of your body as you pushed him back on the mattress, straddling him. even though you had offered to do the work tonight, you refused to fully put all of your weight on him and he took notice, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you onto his. "don't hold back, baby." his hands caressed up and down your sides, the curves of your body driving him even more crazy.

you pulled away to catch your breath, cupping his face. "what do you want?" you asked, feeling his cock twitch underneath you as he bucked up his hips to yours.

"god-wanna be in you. please-" he begged.

you wasted no time, sliding his briefs down and sliding your fist up and down fully hard cock, earning a few moans from austin. he moved his hands to your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. you took his hands and moved them down to his sides, "don't touch."

"but baby-"

"i said, don't touch." hovering your hips his, you aligned him with you, sinking down slowly as he dug his fingers into your hips, completely ignoring your demands from a few seconds ago. you let it slide and rested your hands on his chest, riding him at a teasingly slow pace as he threw his head back.

all his worries from before, the insecurities and doubts that were running through his mind, were replaced with the pleasure and love he felt from you. the warmth from being inside of you leaving him in complete bliss. "faster baby, please-fuck, you're so tight." he gripped tighter on your hips as you rode him faster. your nails ran up and down his chest, the brush of them on his nipples causing him to suddenly press his hips up against yours. "oh-!" he gasped. "oh my god."

you let out a breathy laugh, "that's good to know." you brushed against his nipples again, a wave of pleasure running through his body again, he quickly grabbed your hands to pull them away from his chest. "keep doin' that and i won't last long." he groaned.

"maybe that's the point." you teased. you leaned down to kiss him again, groaning into his mouth as you continued to ride him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer, but it wasn't enough. you needed more. you lifted yourself up and slammed down against his hips, bouncing up and down and gripping at sheets as you leaned over to kiss him.

more whimpers began to leave his mouth as he held onto you tighter, "so good baby, so so good." he groaned. "fuck, i need more-" he sat up quickly and kept you close to him, feeling himself reach deeper inside of you as rocked his hips against yours. he kissed all over your neck, kissing and nipping at all the right areas. you threw your head back as you felt that sensitive bundle of nerves rub against up with every roll of your hips.

the sight in front of austin was driving him crazy. the way your breasts bounced as you continued to move up and down on him and the moans leaving your mouth only bringing him closer to the edge. you slammed your hands against the wall behind austin as he hit that spot inside of you, "ohmygod ohmygod, right there-"

"fuck, can i cum? 'm so close baby" he whimpered, his fingertips surely leaving bruises on your hips. "gonna let me cum inside you? been so good for you."

"god, austin-yeah. yes, please. fill me up, baby. cum for mama." you moaned, moving at a faster pace as you felt your own orgasm bubble up, "oh my god, austin."

his hips stuttered against yours, throwing his head back and letting out the prettiest noises you've ever heard as he coated the inside of your walls. was that a smart idea? most likely not, but you'll deal with it later. you're too fucked out to even think about anything else. with a few more rolls of your hips, your orgasm hit you shortly after, your own juices coating his cock.

with him still inside you, you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his before pulling away to give him a warm smile. "was that okay?"

he placed his hands on your wrists, caressing your skin with his thumbs. "more than okay, should do this more often actually."

you raised an eyebrow, "really? i wasn't too-"

"baby, you're too hard on yourself. loved seein' you on top of me. even now-god. you're so fucking beautiful."

you felt your cheeks heat up and moved your hands to his shoulders as you the sudden twitch in your walls, a reminder that he was still inside you. "still tired?" you grinned.

"i think i could go for one more."

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #so bad at writing smut still yall im so sorry #also no tags bc i need to go through and sort out smut tags on the taglist form lol

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 3

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Rei: Umu. I did some research regarding it, and I found that no one in RhythmLink requested that we take part in the experiment.

Koga: Huh? W-whaddya mean!?

Rei: I asked and it seems that it was a machine we spoke with. No real person knows about the experiment— that is the story they are sticking with.

It is unusual for myself to put on a serious face, but this time I feigned total ignorance…

It was rather bold of me, to tell a lie.

Kaoru: Yup. The higher ups thought we were behaving recklessly and were all up in arms about it.

Adonis: Umu. We were flooded with messages asking what HELLSING was.

Koga: I-I’m startin’ to feel kinda scared…

Guess I’m speakin’ with hindsight but we was probably too hasty ‘bout gettin’ involved with a questionable experiment.

Rei: So it seems… We realised we were losing popularity and tried to regain as much control as we could as quickly as we could.

And it all snowballed from there. In reality, I am as much of a fool as I thought I was— I must reflect on this.

Kaoru: You can reflect later, but first we need to focus on the problem at hand.

Rei 2: Eh? Where’s the problem?

Ain’t this turnin’ into a good thing for you guys?

Kaoru: Okay? Fake Rei-kun, can you shut it? We’re having an important conversation right now, alright?

Rei 2: Haha, someone’s in a bad mood~! If your lack of sleep is gettin’ to ya, why dontcha sleep with me, Kaoru-cha~n ♪

Kaoru: Wa, nononono….You’re just being creepy and gross now. Adonis-kun, you deal with him.

Adonis: I’d rather not either. Please don’t pass him to me.

…Despite his appearance, the fake Sakuma-senpai is nothing like him.

As things are now, fake me probably has a different personality too.

Adonis 2: ...

Rei 2: Our recall ain’t perfect yet, ‘n we still got a long way t’go. But hey, we’re still collectin’ data from you as we speak—

Sooner or later​, we’re gonna be so similar to you that even your parents won’t be able t’tell the difference.

Adonis: Is that your purpose?

Rei 2: You oughta be usin’ keigo, kohai. Even though we’re brand new, you still gotta pay respect to us.

Rei: I actually feel rather lonely when someone speaks to me in keigo. It's distant.

Rei 2: You’ve gotten soft, real me.

Well whatever. Becomin’ ‘real’ is instinct, but not our purpose.

We don’t have a sense of purpose.

Like I said earlier, we’re machines, wooden dolls, puppets. We ain’t got a heart, jus’ programmin’.

To feel, to think, to desire—

And dreamin’ too, is an annoyin’ flaw unique to you humans.

Rei: I believe that is what makes humans so fantastic.

We should move on. Questioning these fakes is not worth our time. Let us leave these machines behind and begin exploring the inside of the facilities.

Though it seems they have already disposed of any evidence, perhaps we can locate some documents here and there. Then we can discover why this has taken place.

And before you ask, I have already reported what we know so far to ES and the RhythmLink higher ups, and have been given permission to search the facilities.

Adonis: As always, Sakuma-senpai is fast at covering all his bases.

Rei: That’s one of my strong points. Of course, we are far from experts, and I don’t expect to find much–

But what else can we do in this moment?

Rei 2: Whilst you’re doin’ that, we’ll carry on with idol activities in your place.

Koga: Haa? Get over yourselves, you ain’t real.

The fans are confused ‘cos of you. They don’t wanna see fakes that only look like us from the outside, you bastards.

Rei 2: Confused? But from what I saw, there were a lot of really happy fans?

It’s pretty funny once you realise but–

When fans saw what HELLSING was up to, they was so happy, cryin’ too, goin’ “The real UNDEAD are back!”

Can you guys even afford a detour by checkin’ out the facility?

Whilst you’re worryin’ ‘bout things that don’t matter, we’re replacin’ you ♪

Koga: ...

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Chapter 2

Chapter 4

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #rei sakuma #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

"How is Henry doin'?"

"Better, I believe. He and Edith seem to be well-matched - they've stayed strong by each other's sides."

"Good. How about his relationship with you?"

"Little has changed. We do not see or speak much. I have stayed out of his way since the baby's death - I learned a long time ago that I am the worst person to have around in times of grief. The last thing he needs is for me to say or do something that would only upset him further."

"I get yer thinkin', but I'm not convinced that's the right way to go about this. You need to show 'im yer there for 'im."

"He's a grown man with a wife to be there for him. He doesn't need me. He never has."

"If you say so," sighed Maaike before changing topic. "How about Elizabeth?"

Cassian initial silence told Maaike everything she needed to know, "Oh deary. What's the matter? Has she done summat?"

"No... no, it is me who is the problem. I'm an old, decrepit man."

"Cass, she knew that when she married you. Why you gettin' all insecure about it now?"

"Because... it's getting in the way."

"Of what? C'mon, it's not like you to hold back. Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't want to talk about it. It's humiliating."

"There's nothin' you could say to me that make me view you any less. So, come on, out with it. You'll feel better fer talkin' about it."

Cassian sighed heavily, "I cannot keep up with her sexually. Her appetite is voracious. She wants us to sleep together every night, sometimes multiple times. I'm exhausted, sore... I've had to start turning her down just so I can try and get some rest and recover."

"Oh, Cass... that ain't nothin' to be ashamed of."

"I beg to differ."

"What's worryin' you about it? You think she'll turn unfaithful?"

"No. We love each other too deeply for that. But I feel so angry and ashamed that I cannot give her everything she deserves. Like I have proven all the naysayers right, that she should never have married such an old man."

"If she loves you as deeply as you say, then she ain't gonna care about havin' a little less hanky-panky. She'll just be happy to spend 'er life with you."

"I hope you're right."

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#sims 4 history challenge #great british sim challenge

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2023

Day 10 - Risk

(.... Am I literal months late? Yes. Am I still gonna finish all these dang days? Also yes!)

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LoveLetters (FCG/FRIDA)

“You… You want to WHAT?”

To say Fresh Cut Grass was shocked would be a severe understatement.

Look. He loved Frida! They were the love of their life! But gosh were they impulsive. Never had they known anyone to just throw themself into ridiculously high stakes situations with joyus, reckless abandon.

“BASE jumping.”

“And- Let me get this straight, make sure we’re on the same page and all… That’s jumpin’ offa places. Like, for fun? Real tall things, like cliffs and bridges?”

FRIDA chuckled, low and soft as they knelt down, laying a metallic hand upon their beloved’s jittering shoulder.

“With a parachute, my dear. I may be reckless, but I am not without sense.”

“That’s still-” He sputtered, core sparklingly a-thrum in what could only be described as a wicked mix of exasperation and stress. “How on this flat earth do ya find somethin’ like that to be fun?! Do ya worry about dyin’? About things goin’ south real fast? What if the parachute doesn't work? If it snags or tears? What if a dick of a bird decides that today is the day and shows it’s true heartless nature by sabotaging it as ya float down? I know birds, FRIDA! They’re always plottin’ shi-”

A soft clinking broke through their rant, molded lips pressing against the edges of their mouth, silencing him near instantly with a kiss that left them a flutter. How could such a simple thing affect them so, squashin’ their stress like nothing else?

How did FRIDA always keep them from dipping over that edge, from falling deep into that dark, fuzzy pit of alien rage?

… And how did they not fear it? Fear anything?

“Life is far too short for such worries,” Was FRIDA’s answer, seemingly reading his troubled mind. “To live in fear of every poor outcome isn’t living at all. It’s simply existence… and with this second chance I have been granted, I wish to well and truly live.”

For a moment, Fresh Cut Grass was silent, their gaze far as they rocked back and forth, swaying upon their wheel in a motion that the short aeormaton found oddly soothing.

When they spoke again, it was with a voice so small, so quiet, that had FRIDA been of flesh, not metal, his words would have been lost to the wind.

“How do ya avoid worryin’ and stressin’? I don't… understand that. I’m always- Life feels like so much, FRIDA…”

“I suppose,” FRIDA paused, fingers falling upon Fresh Cut Grass’ faceplate, their touch ever so tender as they traced the very seams that held their beloved together. “It's because that's what it means to be alive. Life would be empty, dull, without things, without people to worry about. I take joy in that. In life being a never ending symphony of chaos! In having… you, my love. You are worth any and all stress you may cause.”

“... You’re worth it all too, darlin’.”

And they meant that, he well and truly did.

“... Would it put your mind at ease if I were to have Imogen come with me? Just in case?”

“Please.”

“Consider it done.”

An audible sigh rushed through their ancient frame, so heavy in its relief that FRIDA couldn't help but feel a tad guilty for the stress they’d caused. A guilt that was swiftly banished, as Fresh Cut Grass lifted their head, pressing a zap of a kiss to their lips, thrilled by a fluttering pulse of arcane magic that danced between them.

A thrill better than any they’d known before.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #frida #cr frida #f.r.i.d.a. #LoveLetters #FCG/Frida #fcg x frida #Day 10 - Risk #dungeons & drabbles 2023

[luckyedie]

Soooooo I answered some Hancock prompts and did a doodle for @gloomytk.

LOVED writing these. Thanks gloomy! 🫶

How do you feel about glitter?

Why? Wh-….you ‘ain’t got any on ya, right? Tell me you don’t have glitter. Sister, you gotta burn that stuff when you see it, you gotta burn it! It-it-it gets in the skin, listen I’m a ghoul, it’ll stay there forever! I-I’m just gonna stand over here until I know you’re clean. Nuh-nononono! You stay over there, yeah. Just gonna, climb this…in case it gets on the floor.

What do you think of as you fall asleep?

I’m usually worryin’ Shaun is gonna sneak in and put a pillow over my face.

Hah, don't look at me like that! I'm just messin'.

That’s a tough question though…uh. The booze used to help out with that, but since I cut back I just try to think of blue skies, lighthouses. Y’know, peaceful shit.

Do you know the Brotherhood has a giant robot?

Christ, they have a giant robot?! Man I really needed to keep a better eye on those guys. Well that just spoiled my whole day.

What are your thoughts on Deacons pathological lying?

I 'aint tryin' to be rude, but if I was that guy I would wanna pretend to be anyone else.

Hm…I guess I was tryin' to be rude.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Sister, when you've hallucinated as much as I have, you become a really bad case study for paranormal activity.

If you could get a tattoo, what would it be?

I used to have a bunch but they all kinda fell off. If they can get the tattoo to stick I'd get somethin' original this time, like one of the kids' names, or a heart with barbed-wire around it or somethin’.

Why are you laughin’? You like the funny ghoul?

Would you ever quit smoking cigarettes?

I’d only quit if you wanted to kick the habit. Cancer is the least of my worries, but you gotta keep an eye on those free radicals sunshine, and I 'aint referring to me.

Have you ever thought about owning a Time-Share?

What? I don't got a watch.

Do you think Deathclaws are capable of being tamed?

I dunno, ask Baby, she's likes talkin’ to the wildlife. I think she’s gonna grow up vegantarian.

What's the best high you've ever experienced?

Uhhhhhhhh…..

He proceeds to disappear into his own mind for five solid minutes.

What's some of your pet peeves?

Bad catering at an orgy. Next question.

Do you have games on your phone?

Huh? What, like phone sex? Sugar, the phones don’t work anymore, but we can talk dirty over the radio if you wanna.

Star Wars or Star Trek?

Is that a book or somethin'? You been to the library? Hey, next time you go can you find out what a time share is?

What would you say to someone going through extreme trauma?

Uh, I'm pretty slow on the uptake with the emotional side of things. I'd usually offer chems I guess, but with a gal though, I'd just hold ‘em and be there, and try not to flap my mouth too much.

How do you feel about the totality of human existence?

People are funny. I like ‘em. There’s a few bad apples, but they stop being a problem after they stop being alive.

Do you consider yourself a monster (as in monstrous personality, not appearance)

Sometimes. Yeah... Sometimes I think I'm a hot commodity. Never got the balance right.

What’s with all the questions? Are we doing the pillow-talk first today?

How do you want people to remember you?

A decent guy who left the world a better place than how he found it.

Chocolate or Peanut Butter?

Chocolate survived the bombs better. Peanut butter went wrong. Dunno what it used to be like but now it’s…eugh… I know you told me it used to taste good but - Let's change the subject, I went out last night and I'm feelin' kinda nauseous as it is.

What makes you feel alive?

Nearly dying is a rush. Dying not so much, I wouldn’t recommend it. Yeah I know I didn’t, technically.

I am tryin’ not to get shot quite so much these days.

No, no no. See, that guy came outta nowhere. That doesn’t count!

What's your favorite smell?

Hm…you smell good in the morning. Maybe not the breath quite so much.

Ow, careful with the bullet wound.

How do I look?

Delightful, as usual. Oh, you want me to elaborate? I like watchin’ ya walk away in that vault getup sunshine, I could eat ya right up.

Will you please drink all of this purified water bottle?

Only if you order me around.

Forest or Beach?

Beach. The forests kinda give me the creeps. I get jumpy.

Will you drive me to the store so I can get some gluten-free ice cream?

Yeah. What flavor? Hey we can eat them on the docks and watch the dead dolphins float. It’ll be romantic.

Does the hat stay on during sex?

Hah! Until it falls off. We could give it a test drive later if you want, see how long I can keep it on my head.

Can I wear it?

Sure.

Well look atcha, cute as a button. You look about ready to instate a political system of some kind. Politicians are supposed to be cute, right? That’s the angle I was going for anyway.

What is your honest opinion of Kent Conolly?

Considerin’ you were one of the few things that got him outta the lounger, I’d say he's got a little crush on you. Don’t blame the guy either

Why have you never started a community garden in Goodneighbor?

Because Codsworth would come and micromanage the hell out of it. I heard about the fiasco in Sanctuary, with the gnomes.

What's your favorite swear?

Ah man I like ‘em all. Hm, blasphemy too….That shit’s got tenure. Goddamn rolls off the tongue quite nice, don't ya think?

I know, I'm so classy.

Can I hold your hand?

Sure, don't pull too hard though, it might fall off.

…Hey, wanna go make out behind that dumpster before the raiders get here?

What does your skin feel like?

Uh… dunno. Just feels lumpy to me, my fingers are all messed up. You tell me, hold up, I'll unbutton my shirt.

Lumpy. See? That’s what I said! Okay and warm. Mm. This is nice.

What's your opinion on Fisto?

Hah! What? Fisto? Is that like a punchin' bot?

Can I leave him here? Thanks.

Ohhh! Frank mentioned this guy! Haha! Put him right next to the drinkin' buddy and we got a party right there.

During really scary and stressful moments in life, what do you remind yourself of to stay strong and keep cool?

Usually when shit goes down, it’s instinctual. I’m in the moment and not really thinkin’ of much at all. After, I’d just walk it off with a cigarette or lock myself in a room with some Jet or something to get the heart-rate down. I guess If I died… it was my time, and that was it.

Since we’re doing the family thing though it’s fuckin’ different. I’ll tell ya that much. Soon as I get home, I go to pieces if I think I put you or the kids in danger. Yeah I do. You think I’d let you see that? See, now I said it, you’re gonna worry about me too, and now it’s a whole thing.

Socks on or off?

Off. Socks on if I wanna make ya laugh, but it’s kinda a mood killer.

Do you pay Ham, or is he just part of The Third Rail?

Haha he just came with the place. Nah, really, I paid him good money. He got extra if there was a lotta blood or some broken glass to deal with, to be honest he probably took home as much as Mags did.

You shoulda seen his apartment in Goodneighbor, he kept it all real neat and tidy, liked to keep stuff perpendicular.

Can you give Edward Deegan my number? I need someone to come fix my plumbing. Thanks, man.

Hah! He has been looking for work lately… what? You don’t trust in my DIY abilities? I can be a porn extra. That guy looks the part but he’s always so serious, he might even fix the pipes and not try to sleep with ya.

Why's the sky blue?

Because…is it sky uh, bacteria? Cloud…particles. Listen sugar, I can think of better and more naked ways to pass the time than tryin' to figure than out right now.

Will you hold me while I cry?

Hey, hey. Was I bein’ a jerk just now? What’s got you upset? No, you don’t gotta say a thing. C’mon let’s go sit down for a sec, over here. I gotcha. Yeah you get nice and comfortable on me. Just like that.

S’all gonna be okay, sunshine. I’ll always be here.

I'm sorry if I pass out on your shoulder; I'm just mentally wrecked…

Stay as long as you need. I live a long time, I mean I might need to go to the bathroom at some point…but - see? That’s the smile I fell in love with.

You go ahead and zone out.

What's your favorite kind of fight?

Gahh this is a tough question.

As a spectator I like the clumsy brawls with guys that don't usually throw hands, y’know? That just tickles me. As a participant though? Who doesn’t love a knife fight?

Let's blow up the Brotherhood balloon together.

Hell yeah! Let's go right now! Shaun has blueprints of the whole place, I got a bag packed and everything.

Fuck…I’m gettin’ all misty. Oh shit, don’t look at me right now, I didn’t expect to get emotional. Been wantin’ to do this for a long time…

Sunrise, or sunset?

Both. They're both romantic as hell, don’t ya think? Hey, wanna hang out on the beach this afternoon? I’ve been starin’ at that view for a while and I could use the company now I got it.

How do you get over your fear of the unknown?

Eh. It’s kinda like people. The unknown is only scary until you get to know it. You didn’t know me once and I ‘ain’t that scary now, am I?

But, other people still think so, right?

Good.

[queen-scribbles]

Fine Print

Immediately post-Ruhnuk Kina/Rass ficlet bc I got a plot gizka. :D ---

The adrenaline didn't start to fade until their shuttle was lifting off from Ruhnuk in a flurry of dust plumes and downdrafts.

And even then her heart didn't slow much. This had been a close one no matter how much Kina thrived on adrenaline--and despite the fact they'd come out on top.

Kina set the autopilot to rendezvous with Shae's flagship and let out a deep breath as she sat back, glancing over at the copilot's chair. Jekiah and Akaavi were helping Shae in the back and she knew joining them would create a 'too many cooks in the cantina' situation. But Rass was sitting with one arm still curled protectively across his chest, over the burn marring his armor, jaw tight. That was something she could help.

"Hey," she began, bumping her knee against his to get his attention, "you alright? Anything broken?"

"Broken, don't think so." Rass shifted in his seat, jaw unclenching a little. He let go the shielding grip and ran his hand through his hair. "And I know what broken ribs feel like; that is distinctly absent. Aches like hell, but that's probably just bruises."

"Really?" Kina shot a skeptical look at the damage to his armor. "B'cause from where I was standin' it looked like Ri'kan had a hell of a backhand."

"Oh, he does," Rass said glibly. The half-smile he sent her looked forced around the edges. "Beskar's good stuff, Spike."

"Uh-huh." She gave him a flat look for the nickname. "Well, Tough Guy, maybe I should check anyway. Just to make sure you're not bleeding internally and gonna die a tragically young death soon as we land on the Spirit."

He laughed at that, though it was stilted and ended with a grimace. "That would be a shame."

"And since the med-techs are gonna bee busy with Shae" --and maybe Akaavi, she added to herself, remembering what he'd said about the relay station ambush-- "d'you really want them worryin' about you, too?"

Rass cocked his head, smirking faintly. "Better for you to worry about me?"

"I'm gonna do it anyway," Kina shrugged, "might as well benefit from it." Half-jokingly, she reached toward one of his armor clasps.

Something flickered in his eyes at her more-honest-than-intended comment, before amusement came back and he playfully batted her hand away. "Appreciated, but if you wanna get me out of my armor, you're gonna have to buy me dinner first."

"Not even if I say pretty please?" she teased with an exaggerated bat of her eyes. "Or remind you I did say I'd watch your back, and this counts. Y'know, in the fine print."

"Good to know, and more than a little tempting." Rass leaned his head back against the seat and watched the rapidly approaching flagship. "But I think I gotta stick to my guns on this one. Dinner. Or at least a drink."

"That's an awful fast compromise, Tough Guy," Kina grinned, still fiddling with the kolto injector she'd pulled out.

"Chalk it up to your persuasion skills." He glanced over, and there must've been something in her face that made him straighten. "Really, Kina, I'll be fine. Much like beskar, I'm sturdier than I look. And I'm pretty sure just bruises made it through."

"You'll hafta let me know if there're any pretty patterns to it," she joked. Something in her did an odd little flutter at him using her name, but she shook it off and waggled the kolto. "'Least want somethin' to help with the achiness?"

The good humor in his eyes faded to something serious. "Probably should. There's... a lot to talk to Jek about, once Mandalore's taken care of. Better to not be distracted by bruised ribs."

She almost protested, insisted on professional grounds rather than personal interest in 'getting him out of his armor', but just bit her tongue and handed over the kolto injector. "You know if you need anything you can hit me up." She smirked. "I am very good at acquiring things."

"This more of the fine print for havin' my back?" Rass teased. She didn't miss the wash of relief across his face when the kolto kicked in.

"Nah, I just like you," she grinned.

A flicker of a smile broke through the other emotions clearly taking over his thoughts. "Lucky me, then."

Kina winked at him, then turned her attention to the controls, witching back to manual for the final approach to the Spirit of Vengeance II. Her heart rate was climbing again, despite her attempts to settle it.

Just for a completely different reason now.

#queens fic #kina taldine #rass ordo #kina/rass #swtor #swtor smuggler #they get posted before the lotro fic bc they GAVE ME A TITLE

[chaisshitposts]

How exactly do we command our subconscious? I simply just don’t understand despite how simple it all seems.

I was told by a few bloggers to just affirm before going to bed or to just say in my head “subconscious mind, take me to the void state” and so on.

But I never got any results, nor did I felt any change. 🤔 I’ve tried subliminals cause I heard that’s a common way to change the subconscious. So I might try it for a few weeks and report back to you.

ya got yer answer right there, it's legit just tellin' yer subconscious to do somethin' for ya. it can take some repetition for yer subconscious to grasp what yer commandin' it if you've got some limitin' beliefs towards that particular demand.

ya could say 'subconscious, wake me up at 6 am.' or 'subconscious, remind me to do so and so.' sometimes it doesn't take that much repeatin', sometimes it can take a lil' time. the issue that folks often face is worryin' about the time and bein' impatient. they get consistent for three days, look for results and then they're like omg it didn't work and move onto the next method. but the thang is, sometimes it takes a lil' longer based on the individual. folks give up way too soon on what they're doin'. i was one of those people so I'm not even gonna point fingers at anybody because we all have moments of impatience, I'm still workin' on it.

and before anyone comes at me sayin' 'oh but I did so and so for a month and it still didn't work' it prolly didn't work cause ya kept recantin' on what ya were tryna accomplish. sometimes ya just gotta be delusional to get whatcha want.

the fact of the matter is that it isn't hard, it's just that simple, it's just so simple that folks try and overcomplicate it because that's what their logical mind wants, it's constantly lookin' for answers. (Which is why askformations/ afformations are very popular) ya just gotta ignore logic when it comes to any and all forms of manifestation.

#— chai's asks. !! ~ #— anonnie. !! ~

[twilightmalachite]

Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: The Itsuki's House Cellar

Several hours later. In the storage cellar of the Itsuki household villa…

Mika: Zzz, zzz…♪

(…Nnah? Oh shoot, I fell asleep!)

(I’m a bit jet-lagged from travelin’ back and forth between Japan and France, huh… It’s also strangely dim an’ quiet here, so I got sleepy.)

(Ummm, ahh, looks like several hours have passed already. Anyone other than family was too much in the end, so I had t’stay back.)

(Are ya doin’ okay alone, Oshi-san?)

(But well, I am nothin’ more than jus’ a freeloader, I honestly don’t have any right to meddle into family affairs…)

(I remember this, this feelin’ slightly alienated.)

(Nothin’ I can do about that, though. I’m not Oshi-san’s family.)

Mika: (… …)

(…Ah, Nazuna-nii sent me a message sayin’ somethin’ like, “you haven’t replied, what’s happening?” Sorry to worry ya…)

(I’ll reply sayin’, “All is good~, I’m a lil’ jet-lagged and slept”.)

(“Right now, Oshi-san’s talkin’ to his family about what actually happened with his Grandfather.”)

(“From what Oshi-san’s sayin’, it doesn’t seem his Grandfather’s actually passed away, or anythin’ that serious.”)

(“Simply another of his lies, so t’speak.”)

(“But, it’s been a while and he’s still not back yet, I wonder if there’s trouble. I’m kinda worried…” …Hm, writin’ somethin’ like this will have Nazuna-nii worryin’ too.)

(“Seems like everythin’s all good here, so don’t worry too much.” …There. ♪)

(“Thank ya fer carin’ about me. Even though you have nothin’ to do with us anymore, Nazuna-nii.”)

(…Wait, treatin’ Nazuna-nii like a stranger like this might get him depressed.)

(Nnah~… I’m no good at this no matter how hard I try at it. I just wanna give a normal reply.)

(Well, that’s good, I’ll send… There. ♪)

(…I have nothin’ left to do.)

(Oshi-san told me to pass the time by rummaging through the things here as I wish…)

(But what kinda place is this? A storage room? Though I heard that when Oshi-san was a child, he sorta made it into his own room at his convenience.)

(Originally, the cellar was made for his madman Grandfather to toss any junk he collected elsewhere into. There really are quite a lotta strange things in here.)

(I also have a habit of pickin’ up and collectin’ junk too, so I feel like I understand his Grandfather a bit more…)

(Or maybe, that’s why Oshi-san told me to wait here.)

(Heheh. Allow me t’appreciate the collection of a “like-minded” fellow!)

(Ahaha, all the junk here’s is splendid… At the Antique Market, I heard somethin’ about how they often sell off valuables here.)

(Hm? Whats this, a book with a lock? Is this somethin’ like a diary?)

(What an unusual dial lock… It’s inscribed with letters instead of numbers. So it’ll open if ya spell out a certain word?)

(It’s like solvin’ a riddle! That’s interestin’. I’ll use my spare time tryin’ t’solve it.)

(Though it’s someone else’s diary, so I shouldn’t look at it. Even if I do unlock it, I won’t be able t’see what’s inside, but… Hmmm, I wonder if I can find any hints anywhere.)

(Hm~… There’s ain’t anythin’ written on the cover.)

(Oh, but there’s a book over there with the same type of bindin’ as this (alleged) diary!)

(Let’s see, this one has a title of sorts written on it… “The Taming of the Shrew”[1]?)

(I wish I were more educated, I can’t get a hint from this at all.)

Shu: —What are you messing around with?

Mika: Nnaaah!?

Y-y, ya scared meee! Don’t suddenly talk from behind me like that, I thought my heart would jump outta my mouuuth!

Shu: Hmph. If you don’t want to lose your vital organs, you better sew your mouth shut, then.

More importantly, Kagehira, things have gotten a bit troublesome… I’d like to ask for your assistance, if you don’t mind.

Mika: Nnah? Of course I don’t! I’ll always be of use to ya, Oshi-san~♪

Hm, huh? I just realized yer holdin’ Mado-nee in yer arms.

Don’t ya keep her somewhere safe whenever you gotta hurry back home like this, so ya don’t scratch her when movin’ about? Usually?

Shu: Hmph. I thought you had grown, but you’re still lacking when it comes to aesthetics.

This child here is not Mademoiselle. Although, she does look quite similar, doesn’t she?

I’d like to discuss some things with you, including that, so let’s move elsewhere. It’s unbearably dusty here.

It reminds me of when I was a child, when I was foolish and helpless, you see.

Mika: … …

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1. A comedy written by Shakespeare. The plot depicts the story of Petruchio, the male lead, and the female lead Katherina, a stubborn "shrew" who is unwilling to respond to his courtship. The plot involves the "taming" of her through various methods to try to turn her into an obedient bride. I recommend reading a more detailed synopsis if you want to catch the small hints/references throughout the story!

#raison d’être #raison d'etre #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #event #translation

[quirrrky]

GLIMPSE OF US  「THREE」

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𐑂 2.1k+ words 𐑂 She's the only one he thought he’d ever loved—an important piece of his heart ingrained in his memory. She’s someone you could never be. Inspired by joji’s glimpse of us 𐑂 angst, hurt/comforttt???, mini-series

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝...𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬

With his head high up in the sky and eyes glued at the stars, Samu tried to remember the day Atsumu left with Eri a few years ago yet it was all blacked out. He just knew that his life felt a little bit colder since that day. Now, everytime he looked in the night sky he didn't know why he felt like he was searching for something he couldn't exactly pin down.

Taking his mind off his reverie, was the ringing of his phone, which he immediately picked up. "Hello?"

"Samu..."

"Eri?" His eyes widened at the unexpected call. She sounded worried.

"It's Tsumu..."

By the sound of her tone, Samu instantly dropped the call and rushed towards his shop, completely anxious at what could've happened to Eri and his brother. He briskly opened the door, trying to maintain his composure. "What happened?"

"He kept calling your name." Eri answered as Osamu's eyes travelled to Atsumu and noticed the pain on his features. He sighed seeing how his brother weakly cried out of for his name. He placed the back of his hand on Atsumu's forehead, and found out that his brother's fever might be quite high.

"I can take it from here."

"Are ya sure?" Eri asked, worried.

Samu nodded in reply. "It's late now. You should be goin' home."

The girl heeded his advice and headed out of the door, bit before leaving he bade him good bye, "Thank you, Samu."

A glum smile formed on his face. "As always."

Osamu watched as Eri closed the door and immediately picked his brother up to carry him upstairs.

"Samuuuu...please don't let Kita-san know."

Osamu rolled his eyes at his twin's whining. "Don'tcha know how heavy you are? Yer more heavier than me."

"Samuuuu...."

"Why did'ya even eat that much?" Samu scolded yet he carefully let Tsumu take his bed. "There ya go."

Samu did a little stretch, wondering when did his brother get that buff? He could barely even handle him now. He started turning back to fetch a fever medicine, when his brother began asking with a serious tone, "Say, Samu...am I selfish?" Atsumu faced the wall and snuggled close to his blanket.

The younger one stopped on his tracks and looked over his brother with a puzzled look. "Yer just having delusions." There's a quiet pause and he knew Atsumu wouldn't rest until he answers the question properly. "Fine, yes. Yer selfish. You ate too much then got a stomach flu, leaving me to take care of you."

He began his way to the door when he felt a light push. He looked back and he saw Tsumu being stubborn. "The hell are you standing-"

"Go to bed! Go to bed and stop worryin' 'bout me, will ya?"

The younger Miya scrunched his face at his brother's forced diction and rolled his eyes again when Tsumu ended up fainting in his arms. Samu took a deep breath and brought his brother back to the bed again. He went downstairs to pick up an ice pack, which he then placed atop his Atsumu's forehead.

He looked at his brother, finally gaining some comfort. Samu seated on the floor beside the bed, recalling how, whenever Tsumu would got sick, he would call out for him all the time. He would do the same though, because they didn't want their mom and Kita-san to find out about it or they'd get scolded. In a sense, they were each other's partners-in-crime. As much as he's too embarrassed to admit, people were right. They were inseparable.

Am I selfish? He recalled Atsumu's question.

You went after your dream, moved out of our home and left. "Yes, yer selfish." Samu murmured and even though those words slipped out of him, a serene smile was clear on his face. Whoever saw that smile, would know that he hadn't smile like that since the past few years.

"Here, be careful. It's still hot." Samu handed you the bento he made. 

"Thank you," you took it and gave him a smile. "Oh, by the way, I'll be having a seminar in Tokyo next week. I might be gone for a few days." 

"I see. Can I come with you?" He asked.

You were taken aback. Next week would be the last week of Atsumu and Eri's vacation. "You want to come with me?"

"Yeah, I'd love to."  

"Okay, sure." You told him, and checked on your watch. "I really have to go. I'll be late."

"Take care," Samu greeted. He was about to give you your usual goodbye forehead kiss, but you headed your way too fast. His phone inside his pocket vibrated again. It must be a missed call and it must be Tsumu. 

Along the way home, he saw the bench where he'd usually sit when he liked to be alone. Eri would usually sit with him here and it took him back to the very first day they met. She always had that bright smile that matches the sun. He just couldn't say no to her. Even if it bothers him, he'd let her sit beside her. He remembered the  very moment he realized his feelings for her. She fell asleep and her head fell on his shoulder. He remembered leaning against her and wishing she'd wake up and feel the same way for him. 

Osamu gulped and exhaled in frustration. This was his life now. Everything was perfect. Everything was going fine. There's no point going back to the past. He couldn't afford to hurt you, especially Atsumu. 

The day went by and he focused on working hard to get his mind off of unwanted thoughts. Afternoon came and Samu closed the shop early to buy some ingredients at the market. On his way back home, he came across Eri. 

Her face instantly lit up upon seeing him and he couldn't help but feel the same towards her, but he tried shaking the feelings away. It was the smile she usually gave him every morning then before the class would start.

"Samu..." She beamed in the way he always remembers. 

"Eri?"

"I'm on the way to your shop. I just bought Tsumu some of his favorite snacks." She said. 

They walked in silence, both not knowing what to say or who should start the conversation first. It has been a year or two since they last talked and it wasn't really warm how they parted. 

"Do you remember? We used to skip classes and hang out here." Eri broke the ice, reminiscing as they passed by the coffee shop. 

Samu smiled fondly at the memory. "Yeah, Kita-san would be so mad at me for not attending practice."

She chuckled and so did he. 

"We didn't even like the coffee here." Eri said and he couldn't help and got lost in her smile, her voice, and everything about her. It pained him that he misses her so much yet he shouldn't be feeling this way.

He turned his face away and forced to get his head together. "Yeah..."

"But we liked the place!" She added.

They laughed and instinctively gave each other a knowing look, but both immediately turned away after realizing what just happened. They took a deep inhale as another moment of silence cut in between them before Eri addressed, "Y/N...Tsumu said you bring her bento every morning." She started and he nodded as a response. "She's very lucky."

 "Tsumu too." Samu replied. "He's very lucky to have you." 

Another silence filled the air when one of their former teachers spotted them. "Eri, Samu?" 

They just blinked at her and smiled as a form of greeting. "Gosh, are you two together?" The two just kept mum as their former teacher continued talking without a halt. "I've always rooted for you two to end up. I even remembered Samu rushing to the school dance just to get to ya even though he has fever that night." 

Osamu's blood drained out from his face. This shouldn't be brought up anymore. Eri didn't have to know. He suddenly excised himself, forgetting about formalities. He walked briskly ahead of her and she quickly picked up on his change in demeanor. 

"Samu! Samu!" She called out and ran to him. He stopped walking and she remained behind him. "Is it true? You went that night at the school dance to look for me?"

"Why does it matter if it's true?" He shot back. 

"It matters!" She almost pleaded. 

"Why?" His voice now raised as frustration finally got to him. "You're with Tsumu now and nothing's gonna change that."

"All this time..." Eri's voice started shaking as realization dawned to her and Samu knew just by looking at her.  "How did we end up to this?" Her tears began falling with the question.

Samu took a deep breath and looked aimlessly at the ground. "I tried to make it that night. I was planning to confess to you, but I was late. I was relieved when I saw Tsumu took care of you for me, but I didn't get well for a week. When I was finally okay, Tsumu got home one day..." He smiled, a painful kind of smile. "He was so excited. Then he told me, 'There's this girl. She's real awesome! You know her. It's Eri! I really like her'."

"Samu..."

"When you reciprocated his confession, I really wished that was me, y'know." He laughed, shrugging off his own tears from forming.

"You avoided me out of the blue. You didn't even tell me why." Eri cried meekly. 

Samu pinched close his eyes. "Because it's Atsumu." He answered.

He looked at her weary expression and he knew. He knew why everything still mattered to her, because all this time, no matter how hard he tried to deny, she still mattered to him too. But...

"You're already with him now. You're with my brother." He said, dismissively and reluctantly at the same time.

Deep in her eyes, he saw regrets, pain and guilt. He saw in her the same feeling he had all these years and that's when he knew.

"It's you, Samu...It has always been you." She said with a muted voice.

A glimpse of joy came through him, but it was instantly replaced by sadness. 

"It's still you too, Eri." Samu whispered. They drew close to each other. He held her hand. She looked up at him. Their faces inched near to each other's. She closed her eyes and he closed his.

But he backed away. "I can't. I'm sorry."

Osamu turned away from her. "My brother...I can't be with you because of him and I can't be with him because of you, because it hurts me whenever I see you together." 

And even though it's very difficult for him, the very day he made the decision to let her go, he accepted his ultimate loss. He just didn't know it would hurt this much. "This is never easy for me, Eri. I can't take any of this anymore. I don't want this. I don't wanna love you anymore." He said, almost begging. 

"Samu..." Eri held his hand and he faced her. 

"I'm with Y/N now."

"I understand." She said, finally trying to accept everything. "Do you really love her?"

His eyes quivered, recalling your smile yet all he could see was Eri's. The moments he kissed you and an image of Eri would pop into his head. Whenever you'd laugh, and he'd wonder if Atsumu was making Eri laugh too. 

Unimaginable guilt settled in his gut. You were the one beside him when the two dearest people in his life left him alone yet all he could see was someone else in your place.

"She deserves better." And he'd try to be better. 

"Samu?" You called out on him as you saw his figure from across the street. Your throat dried up and a tight knot formed in your chest when you saw Eri holding his hand. 

"Y/N," he said, his voice laced with surprise. 

If this would be a movie, you'd really want to turn away and run, letting him chase you as he gave you a hug from behind. But this wasn't a movie, so you have to take in a deep inhale and put on a brave face. 

"I'm home early to prepare for the seminar." You said, forcing on a smile.

Osamu immediately went to you, but behind him you saw a faint stain of tears down Eri's cheeks. Somehow, you saw in her the same pain. The pain of not being able to be with the one you love. 

"Is Eri okay?" You asked Samu. Your question felt like a stand-off for you. You knew you were now giving him the chance to run and choose his unrealized first love, but he just placed a hand at the small of your back and guided you to walk further, ignoring your question. 

You looked up at him, studying his strained expression and his clenched fist.

Just right there, it was all clear yet he still reached for your hand.

𐑂 AN : hardest chapter to right not gonna lie 😩 there’s a lot of establishing going on in here and yes, this will end on the 5th chapter..the end is near and the ending is the very first one I drafted before everything else so next chapter will be very pivotal idk anymore I just hope you forgive me after this 😭 I really love to write stories that inspire personal growth so I really prayed I pull this one off well😭 anwssss see you guys next chapter!

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[yyumemika]

Ougonten: Registry of Dragons Part Five

Registry of Dragons: Part Five

Winter

(Several days later) 

Mika: Nnah~... Why’s this gotta happen. 

Mitsuru: Mikanii-chan, chin up! Stay strong! 

Mika: Sorry, Mitsuru-kun. I know that I gotta stay strong but… 

But I really didn’t think somethin’ like this would happen if we left it to Ran-senpai. 

Nagisa: …Sorry. It was unexpected for me too. As sorry as I am, I’m rather intrigued by what the outcome will be. 

Mika: Intrigued ya say… But I’m seriously worried~! I really wish I hadn’t trusted ya with it! 

Mitsuru: But, isn’t Nagisa-senpai’s strategy in favour of Mikanii-chan? 

Mika: Ugh… I thought it was a good idea to just do what I was told. 

Nagisa: …In the flow of making Mika-kun a God, which is trending on SNS, I will bring in a development in which I appear as a new God. 

…By doing so, the strategy is to transfer Mika-kun’s popularity to me. 

…If I have a “God mode”, I can appear in context and be treated as a God without it being out of place. 

Mitsuru: In fact, everyone was super pumped for Nagisa-senpai’s appearance! 

Wasn’t the first part also posted on SNS and made popular by Nagisa-senpai? 

Nagisa: …I tried not to display my account or handle name. 

…Using that account, I’ll defeat the divine Mika-kun and prepare a process for me to take over as a new God. 

…After that, I had plans to start weaving a new story in which my fans would treat me as a God, just like what happened to Mika-kun. 

Mika: But, now the number of Gods has jus’ increased to two~ Why do me and Ran-senpai gotta rule over the world as best buddies?

If I were gonna rule the world, it’d be together with Oshisan! 

Mitsuru: Well I’m happy that Nagisa-senpai and Mikanii-chan have become so close! 

Nagisa: …Mika-kun’s divine powers are so much stronger than I thought, even I’m surprised. 

Mika: I kinda get the feelin’ yer more excited now than ya were before… 

Nagisa: …For the climax of a story, having an enemy is critical. It seemed that I would be perfect for that role. 

…Now Mika-kun and I are ruling the world together, but the process was really a battle of the Gods. 

…Fufu. It was interesting to see some people come up with ideas that I would never have thought of. 

…In particular, I want to praise the author who made Mika-kun become “Ougonten” and scatter gold coins, making me drown in a sea of them. 

…It’s quite funny if you think of it as Mika-kun hitting someone like me with a wad of bills…♪

Mika: As always I don’t understand a thing about Ran-senpai. What’s so funny? 

Nagisa: …Wasn’t it funny? It really was a heated moment when I activated “God mode” and split the sea of gold coins. 

Mika: No, I ain't bothered about that. The problem is that after all that nothin’ has been resolved. 

Nagisa: …Sorry about that. It’s true that we still couldn’t bring Mika-kun down from his pedestal as a God. 

…If you think about it, this story was originally started by one of Mika-kun’s fans. They won’t let a story where Mika-kun loses slide. 

Mitsuru: But, Mikanii-chan’s fans and Nagisa-senpai’s fans are all getting along well and enjoying the story. 

Nagisa: …Yeah. That was really unexpected. Other’s fans shouldn’t argue, but instead influence each other and become friends. 

…In that sense, I don’t think my intervention this time was all bad. 

Mika: Well, I guess yer right there… 

Nagisa: …In the end, this is just a temporary trend. If you wait, it’ll die down eventually. 

…If you try to do something badly, it could end up creating more controversy, like this time. 

…I think the best solution is to quietly watch without overreacting. 

Mika: I guess I’m just gonna hafta wait till everyone gets bored, without sayin’ somethin’ unnecessary… 

H~mm. I guess it’s all well an good, then… Haa. 

Mitsuru: Mikanii-chan, are you okay? That was a huge sigh? 

Mika: Ah, yeah. I’m okay, Mitsuru-kun. Thanks fer worryin’ about me, though. 

…My fans’re gettin excited and writin’ stories with me as the main character and stuff like that. 

I’m real happy. I think they’re doin’ it cause they love me. 

But I’m still a complete novice. Treatin’ me like a God makes me feel uneasy. 

I’m not at all that great. It feels like I’m walkin’ alone with just my name… 

Mitsuru: Mikanii-chan… 

I can understand Mikanii-chan’s feelings, even just a little bit. 

I only ever play cool roles, so I’ve always had the image of myself as a cool person. 

That’s why I thought maybe everyone wanted me to be like that…  

I feel lonely, like no one is looking at the real me. 

Mika: It’s a little different than sayin’ I feel lonely. But… I see. 

Doesn’t Mitsuru-kun keep gettin’ offered cool roles? Don’t ya think it’s difficult? 

Mitsuru: Nope! Because playing cool parts is fun! 

Mikanii-chan is also happy that someone wrote a story with him as the main character, right? 

Mika: Yeah, like I said earlier. No matter what form it takes, if there’re people out there who recognize me, I’m happy. 

Mitsuru: In that case, it’s okay to cherish Mikanii-chan like that!

Mika: Eh? Whaddya ya mean, cherish me like that? 

Mitsuru: U~m… I dunno! I don’t really understand difficult words! 

But, the most important thing is that Mikanii-chan is happy! 

If you’re happy, I think it’s okay for Mikanii-chan to enjoy the parts that make him think that way! 

Mika: …I see. Somehow I understand what Mitsuru-kun is trying to say. 

I was overthinkin’ it, maybe it’s a good thing fer me to have fun. 

Honestly, I wanna try havin’ a little more fun in these circumstances where I’ve become a God♪

Nagisa: …Were you able to sort your feelings out? 

Mika: That’s right. Cause of Mitsuru-kun, I feel like I can move on. Thanks♪

Mitsuru: Ehehe! I’m happy that Mikanii-chan feels better! 

Mika: Ran-senpai too… There’s a lotta things I wanna say but thank’s fer helpin’ me out this time. 

Nagisa: …Fufu. I don’t really think I helped that much. 

Mika: Don’t worry ‘bout the details! Accept my gratitude will ya. 

Nagisa: …I suppose. I’m happy that you’re thanking me. I’ll be glad to accept. 

#ensemble stars #enstars #mika kagehira #mitsuru tenma #nagisa ran #english translation #translation