#and the eternal question of “do I want to punch you or kiss you”

[bluishfrog]

DNF Hockey AU

"Almost had me, but almost doesn't count, right?"

"Oh, don't worry, I will score on you soon enough."

"Invite me to dinner first."

#the inherent homoeroticism of slamming into each other #and the eternal question of “do I want to punch you or kiss you” #dnf hockey au #someone write this with me pls #bluishfrog art #dnf fanart #dream fanart #georgenotfound fanart #dreamnotfound #in honor of going to a hockey game with bee today

[glearyyyne]

a true story

Synopsis: Working at the bar as a waitress took a toll on you as soon as a white-haired man started to appear in the bar just to watch you. It was fine at first but he started to cause chaos in the bar which made you want to resign when he offered a deal with you and you accepted it, you didn't know it would lead to you questioning your feelings toward him.

Word Count: 4,959 words

Warning: 18+(because of kissing), angst, cursing, misunderstanding, mention of gun, fight.

Note: Another eternal sunshine song-based! Took me a lot of time to finish this 'cause I've been wanting to drop this fic but my friend encouraged me to continue and post it. To my friend, I love you very much for encouraging me to continue this!!

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"Hey [Reader's name]!"

You spun around while adjusting your apron right after punching in for your shift.

"What's up, Fumiko?" you asked, quickly tying your apron into a neat bow.

"Table 7 needs you," she informed you, prompting a frustrated sigh from you. "Can't they wait a minute? I just clocked in!"

"Well, you wouldn't want to upset the boss again by ignoring his favorite customer," Fumiko gently reminded you.

You let out a sigh, muttering under your breath in frustration. 

Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself before stepping out of the locker room to begin your shift, knowing that serving Table 7 was your first task as always.

Table 7 was just a short distance from the bar, but what made it hard to miss was the white-haired man seated there, his striking appearance standing out among the other customers. 

Pausing once more, you took another deep breath, gathering your composure before making your way over to the table.

As Satoru sensed footsteps approaching from behind, he turned with a broad smile upon seeing you. 

"Ah, [Reader's nickname]! Wonderful to see you!" he greeted enthusiastically as you reached his table. 

You couldn't resist remarking, "My parents gave me a name for a reason," your grip on the notepad tightened as you struggled to contain your frustration.

Satoru's eyes sparkled behind his trademark sunglasses. 

"Okay, chill kitten," he teased once more. You internally groaned at the pet name. 

"Call me another pet name, and I'll make sure to file a restraining order against you," you threatened, although you knew you couldn't file a restraining order because...

"Oh yeah? I think you're forgetting something, princess," Satoru retorted, pulling out a pocket gun.

He’s one of the most dangerous men in Japan.

"You can't file a restraining order against me when they know how dangerous I am to society," he whispered with such intimidation that it sent a shiver down your spine.

You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was serious, but the smile on his face hinted at a hint of psychopathy. 

With a sigh, you said, "What do you want to order?" eager to move past the uncomfortable exchange.

"Mhmm, if you were on the menu, I would have ordered you," Satoru shamelessly remarked as he perused the menu. 

His words made you want to whack him on the spot.

"If you're looking for entertainment, I suggest booking a private room with one of our exotic dancers," you suggested, hoping to redirect his attention away from you. 

But luck wasn't on your side.

"They've already been touched by those dirty drunk businessmen, and besides, nobody will focus on some waitress like you when you're so pretty and perfect for me," Satoru explained, his words dripping with arrogance.

You scoffed at his statement. "Well, if you're into looks, I'm sorry, but I don't date guys like you who are too arrogant and full of ego," you told him angrily.

Satoru chuckled in response. "Well, I can change your mind about me if you'll let me," he said, his tone suggesting he wasn't about to give up. 

It seemed he wasn't going to let this go easily.

You stared at him blankly. "Can't you just tell me what your order is?" you asked, not wanting to waste any more time on him.

"Why? So you can go back and ignore me as usual?" Satoru asked with a pout.

"Good thing you know," you retorted.

"Of course I know," Satoru replied, seemingly about to continue, but he was interrupted by another customer.

"Hey miss, can I get another bottle of beer?" the customer interjected.

Turning to the customer, you nodded, "Sure, after I take his order," you said, pointing your pen towards Satoru, who wore an unpleasant expression on his face.

"Get another waiter to get you some beer," Satoru told the customer, his tone dismissive. 

You tried to intervene, "Hey!" but Satoru continued.

"Sorry, he's just, you know," you attempted to explain to the customer, but Satoru cut in.

"I'll get the usual meal," he said with a smile.

"You got it then," you replied, jotting down the order that you already knew, before walking away. 

Satoru eyed the guy who interrupted your conversation, making a mental note to deal with him later.

You continued your work, feeling the weight of his eyes following you around whenever you served someone. 

Those annoyingly pretty blue eyes seemed to track your every move. 

You did your best to ignore him, but you couldn't help but return his stare whenever you unconsciously scanned the bar. 

Despite finishing his meal, he remained, still watching you. When he noticed your gaze, he smiled and waved at you. 

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your tasks, determined not to let him distract you any further.

"So cute," Satoru said with a giggle as you looked away, obviously amused by how hard you were trying to resist his charms.

He enjoyed the challenge, especially when it came to you.

After hours of serving food and drinks to patrons, you glanced at the clock and realized you were close to the end of your shift. 

Surprisingly, Satoru was still seated at Table 7. 

It seemed like he was waiting for something, but you figured it was none of your business anyway.

"Bring this to table 6," the bartender instructed, handing you five drinks that needed to be served. 

This was your last task of the night, and it had to be five drinks. 

Carefully balancing them on a tray, you set off to deliver them to table 6. As you walked, you suddenly realized that Table 6 was dangerously close to Satoru's.

"Here's your drinks, sir," you spoke after arriving at their table, gently placing down the drinks. 

The men at the table suddenly went quiet as you approached. 

One of them, who was uncomfortably close, whistled and eyed your body, but you ignored him and continued placing the drinks.

"I didn't think the drinks would come with such a beautiful lady," he said, earning laughter from his companions. 

You knew Satoru was watching, so you felt somewhat safer in case the man tried anything.

"Why are you ignoring me, baby?" the guy said drunkenly. 

Ignoring him, you were about to place the last drink when you felt a hand grope your ass, causing you to spill the drink.

"Fuck!" the guy shouted, drawing attention from other customers. "You bitch!" he exclaimed, seemingly about to attack you.

Bracing yourself, you covered your face with the tray, ready to defend against the assault.

But the attack never came.

You uncovered your face from the tray as soon as you heard water splashing. 

To your surprise, you saw the guy who groped you was covered in water, with Satoru holding an empty glass raised to the guy's head. 

You were speechless at what he had done.

"What's your problem, man?!" the guy shouted at Satoru, his voice filled with anger. Everyone in the vicinity seemed to be holding their phones, ready to record the impending fight between the two.

Satoru scoffed, chuckling."You. You're my problem," he said angrily, pulling out the pocket gun he had and pointing it at the man, who suddenly looked scared. 

"You're touching what's mine," Satoru's voice was laced with possessiveness.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to Satoru, attempting to stop him from shooting the guy. 

"Satoru, stop it!" you pleaded, reaching for his wrist to prevent him from pulling the trigger.

"Just a second, princess, we need more time," Satoru said, his gaze still fixed on the man as he continued to point the gun.

"What time?!" you exclaimed, panic rising within you as the situation escalated.

"Now," Satoru calmly replied, finally lowering the gun. 

Before you could ask him anything else, security guards arrived on the scene, intervening in the fight.

You were speechless, still processing everything that had just unfolded, as Satoru took the opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist and kiss your head. 

"Your shift ends now, right? Can you go to the locker room? I'll take you home," he whispered softly.

Still surprised by the turn of events, you didn't have time to get annoyed at his actions. 

Instead, you nodded silently before heading to the locker room, leaving Satoru behind to deal with the aftermath of what had happened.

You made your way to the locker room, trying to calm your racing heart. Fumiko entered soon after, concern evident on her face. 

"Hey, I saw what happened. Are you okay?" she asked, gently rubbing your shoulder.

"I didn't think your boyfriend was capable of doing that," she added, causing you to look at her in surprise. "Boyfriend?" you let out incredulously.

"Is he not your boyfriend?" Fumiko asked carefully.

"Never in my life would he be my boyfriend," you vehemently denied, heading to your locker to grab your things. 

All you wanted was to retreat to your bed for the rest of the night.

"I think the boss wants to talk about what happened," Fumiko informed you, leaving you sighing heavily. 

This might be it; he might fire you.

"Okay, I'll head there," you said, grabbing your bag and preparing to leave. However, Fumiko stopped you before you could go any further.

"Get some rest, will ya?" she said with a reassuring smile. 

Her words resonated with you, and you returned her smile, nodding in agreement before finally leaving the locker room.

**

The conversation with your boss wasn't too lengthy, though he scolded you for spilling the drink that had caused the fight. 

However, to your relief, he didn't fire you. It felt as though Satoru might have intervened somehow to prevent your immediate termination. 

The bad news was that you were suspended for a day, meaning you couldn't work tomorrow. 

While it was disappointing, you understood the decision. It might be for the best to keep the club safe, especially if it meant Satoru would stay away while you were suspended.

As you exited through the door, you saw Satoru smoking nearby. As soon as he noticed you, he threw away the cigarette and began to approach you, but you stopped him in his tracks.

"Go home, I'll take the bus," you told him firmly, walking in the opposite direction. However, Satoru was about to let you go slowly.

"Wait, I just told you I'll take you home," he insisted.

"But I can't face you right now, Satoru. I almost lost my job there!" you snapped at him, frustration evident in your voice. 

You expected him to argue back, but instead, he surprised you by taking off his blazer and wrapping it around you, leaving you speechless.

"It's cold outside. Please, let me take you home," he said softly, his demeanor unusually gentle. It was the first time you had seen him act like this.

"Will you leave me alone if you take me home?" you asked, hoping for him to accept it.

However, his smile dropped at your question.

"I don't think I can leave you alone, not when I like you too much," Satoru confessed, but you didn't take his confession lightly.

"Oh, stop this crap. You can go and find someone else to date then," you retorted, refusing to let his words sway you.

"If you agree to be my fake girlfriend for a day, I'll leave you alone," Satoru suggested, his proposal tempting despite your reservations.

"Why do you even need a fake girlfriend to begin with?" you asked, curious about his motives.

"To impress my grandfather. That geezer wants me to bring someone to a ball party that's held tomorrow," Satoru replied, providing an explanation that made sense.

The timing coincidentally aligned with the day you were suspended from work, and you didn't have any other plans. 

"Fine, you better keep your end of the deal," you told him, reluctantly agreeing to his proposal.

Satoru smiled softly at you after you accepted his offer. That left you feeling something that you couldn't explain.

What the hell was that?

**

As you were about to head inside your house, Satoru stopped you. "Hey, I'll pick you up tomorrow by 7 am," he said, causing you to stop in your tracks.

"7? That's too early! Can't you see it's 1 am?" you protested.

"I know, but it'll be fun. You'll get to be treated like a princess," Satoru smirked at you before turning and walking back to his car, leaving you standing there feeling confused.

You were about to ask him for clarification, but he had already left. 

Shaking your head in bewilderment, you headed inside the house and got ready for bed, still wondering what Satoru had planned for tomorrow morning.

**

"I didn't think you'd bring me to the mall," you remarked to Satoru, who was busy looking at clothes for you.

"Does it really have to be here at Louis Vuitton?" you added, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the luxurious surroundings.

"I can't let you go into the ball wearing cheap clothes, and besides, that geezer is allergic to anything less than top-tier fashion. So, if we want to impress him, then..." Satoru paused, pulling out a dress. 

"You need to wear this," he said, showing you the dress.

"I would have to work ten jobs just to be able to purchase that," you told him, feeling a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

Satoru chuckled at your remark. 

"But you don't need to work ten jobs to buy this when you have me," he said, his ego shining through. You rolled your eyes at his typical arrogance.

"We're only going to buy one, right?" you asked, trying to reel him in, but Satoru didn't respond. 

Instead, he is immediately swarmed by sales ladies to assist him in finding you the perfect clothes.

The original plan was just to buy clothes for the ball, but it ended up with tons of outfits for various occasions – working, hanging out, lounging at home, and even for work.

"You didn't stick to your plan, did you?" you asked him as you both left the shop, him carrying tons of bags while you only had a few.

"So what? At least you have more clothes to wear," Satoru remarked as you both walked towards the parking area on the ground floor of the mall. 

Just as Satoru was about to open the door to his car, your eyes widened as you saw someone unexpected, causing you to instinctively pull Satoru close to you. 

His hands unconsciously went to the wall, as if pinning you against it.

"Woah, I didn't expect this," Satoru let out with a smirk, clearly enjoying the unexpected turn of events.

"Shut up, there's someone I didn't want to see, and I need you to cover for me," you told him urgently, but Satoru was stubborn. 

"Where?" he said, looking around, making you panic. You grabbed both of his cheeks and made him face you. 

"Just look at me! Don't turn around!" you whispered angrily.

"Well, I can't deny you're giving me the chance to look at your pretty face," Satoru teased, but you rolled your eyes in exasperation. 

As you saw a shadow approaching, panic surged through you again. Without thinking, you pressed your lips against Satoru's. 

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist. He kissed you back, his hand instinctively moving to your waist while the other remained pressed against the wall.

You could feel Satoru's smirk against your lips as he began to dominate the kiss between the two of you. 

Lost in the moment, neither of you noticed when someone approached.

"Uh, excuse me?" the guy's voice interrupted, causing Satoru to pull away from the kiss and bite his lip in frustration. 

"Yes?" Satoru replied, trying to maintain his composure as you ducked your face, hiding onto his chest in embarrassment.

"I think you shouldn't be doing that here," the guy said, and you stayed quiet as you recognized his voice. Out of all the places, he had to be here?

"You're ruining a good time for me, dude," Satoru told the guy without even looking at him. 

"If you interfere again, you'll never see the light of day," Satoru threatened, his hand moving to his gun just to scare the guy off. 

The guy backed away and left, leaving you two alone at last. You finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Was it him, wasn't it?" Satoru spoke, his voice deep and serious.

"Huh?" you asked, finally looking up to see him staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"The reason why you're in this position?" Satoru asked, his hand gently holding your chin. Your heart raced as you met his gaze, unsure of what to say. 

"But then again, I can finally taste your lips," Satoru whispered, his words causing you to blush furiously.

You thought he was about to lean in for another kiss, but to your surprise, he pulled away and picked up the bags from the ground before heading back to the car to open it.

You stood there, speechless, trying to process what had just happened and the whirlwind of emotions it stirred within you.

"You're not going inside?" Satoru asked, a smirk evident in his tone, and you felt the urge to wipe it off his face. 

Ignoring his smugness, you walked up to the car and opened the passenger door, getting inside and taking a seat. Satoru didn't say much as he started the engine. 

You waited, expecting him to speak, but when he finally did as he began driving, you weren't prepared for his choice of topic.

"I think it would be best if you wore the midnight blue dress so it would match my eyes," Satoru suddenly spoke, catching you off guard.

"You just had to choose that as the icebreaker for our conversation?" you asked, staring at him incredulously.

"What? You wanted me to talk about how sweet those lips of yours are? Because I can tell you straight if you want," Satoru replied casually, his words annoying you.

"Whatever, it's not like you'll be getting more than that," you muttered, but you heard him chuckle.

"I assure you, princess, that you'll give me more," Satoru said confidently.

"Why do you think so?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"I just feel it," he replied cryptically, leaving you puzzled by his enigmatic response.

***

You admired yourself in the mirror after putting on the fitted midnight dress. 

Lost in thought, you didn't notice Satoru approaching until he appeared behind you, his hand resting on your waist as he looked at you with a grin on his face.

"So gorgeous," he whispered directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

Your breath hitched as his words stirred something within you, and it felt strange to have Satoru eyeing you as if you were his.

Sensing your reaction, Satoru leaned down and kissed your neck, leaving you shocked by his sudden boldness. 

The sensation of his lips against your skin sent a jolt through you, and you struggled to compose yourself during his unexpected actions.

"Can't help myself," Satoru murmured against your skin, his voice low and seductive. "You look so irresistible in that dress, like a vision from a dream."

His lips trailed along your neck, sending tingles down your spine. 

"I knew it would fit you the moment I saw that dress in the store," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin.

"Satoru—" you began to protest, but he hushed you as if he already knew what you were going to say. 

"Shh, remember you're my fake girlfriend now," Satoru reminded you, his words a gentle reminder of the charade you both agreed to.

As you slowly processed how the fake girlfriend charade had begun, you felt a cold band being placed on your finger. 

Quickly, you stared at your hand, surprised to see a beautiful ring adorning your ring finger. 

While you were still absorbed in examining the ring, Satoru took the opportunity to whisper to you. 

"I need to let them see that you're taken," he said with a smile, "for now," he added cryptically.

Confused by his words, you couldn't shake the feeling that all of this would lead to consequences in the end. 

**

Both you and Satoru entered the luxurious mansion, with Satoru guiding you inside with his hand on your waist. 

You tried your best not to appear too stiff, knowing that any sign of discomfort would be noticed by everyone around you. 

Eventually, you both stopped at the entrance of the ballroom. 

"Make sure to act cool," Satoru whispered to you, and you nodded, taking a deep breath before the two of you entered the room.

The ballroom was as extravagant as expected, filled with large paintings, a lavish chandelier, and a polished floor where guests danced to the slow jazz music playing in the background. 

The room buzzed with the sound of people conversing and laughing, adding to the lively atmosphere. 

You observed your surroundings while Satoru guided you to where his grandfather was, trying to maintain your composure amid the greatness and finesse of the event.

As you stopped observing the room, you finally spotted Satoru's grandfather, who was conversing with other guests, holding a glass of wine in his right hand. 

"Hey, old man," Satoru greeted his grandfather casually as if he were addressing a stranger. 

His grandfather turned to look at Satoru with a blank expression, but as soon as he noticed you, his face lit up with a warm smile.

"Oh! She must be your date for this event?" his grandfather asked, his attention fully on you and Satoru as he excused himself from the other guests he had been speaking with. 

He extended his hand toward you as if expecting a handshake. 

You looked at Satoru for encouragement, and he smiled reassuringly before you accepted his grandfather's handshake.

"It's so nice to meet you, Ayaka-san," his grandfather greeted you, but you were utterly confused. 

"Ayaka? I'm [reader's name]," you told him, which caused the old man's smile to falter as he stared at you and Satoru back and forth.

"You're not Kobayashi's daughter?" he asked, further adding to your confusion. 

"Kobayashi—what?" you turned to Satoru, seeking an explanation for this unexpected turn of events. 

Satoru simply laughed, placing his hand on your shoulder and pulling you in close so you could hear him.

"Go and take some food from the buffet while I discuss some things with my old man," he instructed you. 

You were about to protest, but you felt Satoru's grip tighten. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

"Now go, but don't stray too far from my sight," he added as he walked towards his grandfather, engaging in a discussion that felt off-limits to you.

Feeling a bit left out, you made your way to the buffet, grabbing a lavish plate as you pondered your choices. 

Lost in thought, you were surprised when someone placed a cupcake on your plate, prompting you to look up at them.

"It seems you're lost in thought, madam," a boy who seemed younger than you spoke.

"Oh, sorry. It's just... I'm not used to these kinds of events," you explained.

"I could tell," he said with a smile. "I'm Isamu, Gojo-san's cousin," he introduced himself.

"Oh, I'm [reader's name], his girlfriend," you introduced yourself, but you noticed how his face became confused.

"Really? But everyone here was told that Ayaka-san is his girlfriend," he said, adding to your confusion. 

Who is this Ayaka-san? If he already has a girlfriend, why would he bring you here?

"Is she that popular?" you asked him, feeling increasingly perplexed.

"Wait, you don't know her? I thought Gojo-san at least told you about her," he replied.

"If you wouldn't mind, would you like to dance with me? I can fill you in on the background of the two," he suggested, extending his hand. 

You glanced at Satoru, who was still busy greeting guests, and figured it wouldn't hurt, so you accepted his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor.

As you began dancing, he finally spoke. "They were playmates in their childhood. Gojo-san would throw a tantrum if Ayaka-san wasn't his playmate," he explained. 

You listened attentively, but you couldn't shake the strange feeling bubbling up inside you, as if your blood was boiling.

"Everyone adores them, and it's already been agreed that they'll get married when they're older," he continued, leaving you even more puzzled and uncertain about your role in this situation.

Feeling numb from the revelation and betrayed by Satoru's omission, you couldn't help but feel like you were being cast as the villain in this family's storybook. 

"But I don't know, everything changed when Gojo-san was appointed to take over his father's business, and it was mentioned that the business was dangerous," Isamu explained, adding to your confusion.

"So where is this Ayaka-san?" you asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I don't know. I thought she would come today as Gojo-san's date, but I didn't expect it to be you," Isamu replied, his tone sounding mocking to your ears.

“But I should give you a warning, Don't believe or fall for his concerned face; you'll get yourself in trouble,” Isamu told you which made you even more confused.

Before you could respond, you felt a hand on your waist and turned to see Satoru. 

"Excuse me, but you're dancing with my girlfriend," he said, his tone polite but laced with tension.

"Oh, sorry," Isamu apologized, releasing your hand and wiping it, which triggered you. 

"I'll leave you two alone for some time," he said with a smile before walking away, leaving you feeling even more conflicted.

Satoru cupped your cheek, his concern was evident in his eyes. 

"Hey, are you alright? Did he do something wrong?" he asked, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized by everyone around you. 

Pushing away his hand, you looked at the ground and whispered, "I... I want to go home.”

Satoru didn't respond immediately, but you could sense his frustration as he glanced around the room. 

"I shouldn't have left you alone," he muttered, his words filled with regret. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you close, and together you walked out of the ballroom.

Satoru quickly led you to one of the bathrooms, entering before you and locking the door behind him. 

He turned to you, finding you still avoiding his gaze, unsure of what to do next.

Taking charge, he placed his hands on your waist and lifted you, seating you on the sink. 

Once you were settled, he leaned in, resting both hands on the sink as he studied your expression.

"What did you two talk about?" Satoru asked, his tone gentle but insistent. 

You bit your lip, hesitant to discuss it. His hand moved to your chin, his touch soft as he advised, "Don't bite them too hard."

Your mind was swirling with conflicting emotions. 

Just yesterday, you were angry with him and vowed to keep your distance, but now... the mere mention of Ayaka next to Satoru stirred a fierce jealousy within you. 

Were you really starting to fall for him?

You gazed into Satoru's eyes, he looked at you with a genuine look. But then, a warning from Isamu echoed in your mind

"Don't believe or fall for his concerned face; you'll get yourself in trouble."

Conflicted and unsure of whom to trust, you couldn't bear the thought of Satoru displaying this same affection to Ayaka, his supposed childhood sweetheart.

In a split-second decision, you seized Satoru by the collar and pulled him into a kiss, letting your emotions take over.

Satoru responded swiftly, his hands finding their place on your waist as he reciprocated the kiss with equal intensity. 

You felt a surge of desperation, a need for him to affirm that you were indeed his. Your hands moved to his collar, unbuttoning his clothes in a feverish haze. 

Satoru allowed you to take the lead, deepening the kiss as the passion between you intensified.

You pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath, and rested your head on Satoru's shoulder. 

His hands found yours, guiding you as you helped him remove his clothes. 

His whispered encouragement urged you on, and at that moment, you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming desire, allowing yourself to lose control completely.

**

You woke up in Satoru's room, feeling a wave of confusion and regret wash over you as the events of the previous night flooded your mind. 

You remembered the passion and the intimacy, but also the emptiness that followed. 

“Don't think about anything, just think of me- God I love you too much, you're driving me crazy.” Satoru's whispered declarations of love echoed in your ears last night, but you knew deep down they held no true meaning.

As you sat up, the reality of the situation hit you hard. Satoru had left you alone in his bed, a painful reminder of his indifference. 

Anger and betrayal surged within you, mingling with the hurt and vulnerability.

"Fuck you, Satoru," you muttered under your breath as you clenched your fists, the sting of betrayal fueling your resolve. 

Despite the ache in your legs, you pushed yourself to get dressed, every movement a painful reminder of the night before.

Before leaving, you scribbled a short note, a final message to Satoru. 

"Don't come find me," you wrote hastily, the words carrying the weight of your shattered trust and wounded pride. 

With a heavy heart and a resolve to start anew, you left his house behind, planning to leave the city and leave him behind for good.

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[blues824]

✨️Hello✨️

I believe you know what I'm requesting :)) anyways

Happy new year!!

Hell yes I do. A marriage proposal from Sebek.

Gender-neutral reader

Sebek Zigvolt

What was the point of elaborate plans if you could ruin them so easily because of an impulse? An inescapable urge? An act that was done despite having such an elaborate plan.

He had an entire plan to ask you to be his for eternity. To ask you to grow old alongside him. To ask you to be the person he returns home to when he places down the mantle of guard and soldier to take up the mantle of ‘husband’.

Yes, he was going to propose.

A picnic in the woods, fairy-lights strung up to make the scene feel a bit more romantic. This was all with both Lilia, Silver, and even Waka-sama’s help. He would have wined and dined you, reciting a poem he had carefully crafted, before pulling out the ring at the end, getting on his knee, and asking if you would marry him.

Why did you have to be the way that you are?

It was so hard yet so easy to just coexist with you. He could be his true self around you. You’ve even picked up his favorite book so that conversation would never cease between the two of you. However, it made him nervous that he could mess it all up at any given point.

This was his first time in a relationship, and it was serious. I mean, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, if you would have him. He wanted to make sure that the moment was perfect, tailored to both you and him.

However, it was on the way there where he popped the question. He was leading you by your hand when you made a joke. It was a simple joke about how you’ve blindly trusted everyone since you came to Twisted Wonderland, and he opened his mouth before he could think about it.

“If you marry me, then you won’t be trusting blindly anymore. Not if I can help it,” He didn’t register what he said until you stopped in your tracks.

“Is that an official proposal, Sebek Zigvolt?” You asked quietly. That’s when it hit him like a punch to the face.

“W-Would you want it to be?” Since when did he start stuttering? He was really messing this up. However, as you looked into his eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration, he found himself losing the embarrassment.

“...Yes, I would,” You said, going to wrap your arms around him, but he pushed you away a little. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, kneeling down on the ground and looking up to you as he opened the box up to reveal a ring.

Tears welled up in your eyes, a few slipping down, a smile gracing your lips. You could tell that Sebek was nervous with how he had tears in his eyes as well.

“Y/N, I originally intended to serenade you with a poem that I had created for you, as well as lead you to a picnic date that I had assistance in assembling. However, it seems as though you know how to break me down and make me toss away any plans. Which is why I am asking you now. Will you marry me?”

A brief moment of silence took over… even the birds went quiet. Sebek’s heart was pounding against his ribcage, waiting for your answer. Then, you nodded your head, reaching your hand out to him as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

“I’m sorry I ruined your plans, darling,” You giggled through sobs, finally being able to wrap your arms around his neck as he stood up. His hands went to your waist.

“For you, I would gladly forsake every plan and itinerary just to be with you, for your presence is the most enchanting destination I could ever hope to reach,” The emotions were too much for you, so you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping to convey all those unsaid emotions. He seemed to get the message, leaning forward as he kissed you back to put you in a small dip.

Both of you were excited to see what fate had in store for you next.

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[cumsuga]

Wasted Times Pt 4

yoongi x fem!reader jungkook x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance, established relationship!AU 18+ (Minors DNI)

Who knew trying to stay sober would be so hard? The guilt. Everyone talks about how much guilt you experience when you cheat, and it’s always the guilt for cheating and regretting it. But what no one ever talks about is the guilt that comes from cheating and enjoying it. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, violence (someone gets smacked *cough* Yoongi *cough*), Handjob, infidelity, plot twists on plot twists, Yoongi is not a good person ILTHHBIHTLH, Jungkook is the bestest boy as always, SUB!YOONGI but only for reader no one else

word count: 4k

A/N: I honestly feel like you can tell this was kinda rushed, but I felt bad for leaving you all hanging for an entire year. Please forgive me, I'll give you kisses! Anyway, GIVE ME FEEDBACK, but be nice cause I'm sensitive...

 You spend the whole day trying to justify what you just did and with your boss. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. In fact, it made you feel how you felt when you drank. All warm and fuzzy inside. It was nice to have the feeling back, but you didn't know if it was what was best for you. You felt like Yoongi would be another thing you couldn't let go of. You knew you were fucked, and you hated it.

You watch Yoongi act like nothing happened, like he didn’t just fuck you in the back of a black car. He works like you’re more annoying to him now, being a bit more demanding. When you finally have a chance, you tell him you need to talk to him. He tells you in a minute and to wait for him in the green room before shooing you away. You don't think you've ever wanted to punch someone in the face so bad, but that was until you met him.

So, like he asks, that’s just what you do. After an eternity of pacing back and forth,  trying to rationalize cheating to yourself, he enters the room. “You needed to talk. I’m listening,” he says, grabbing you by the hand and leading you to the couch. He doesn’t let you sit, choosing to have you stand between his legs. “Talk to me, angel.”

“First of all, whatever you’re trying to do here, stop it.” you swat his hands off your thighs and take a couple steps back, “Second, what happened in the car can never and will never happen again. It was a mistake. After this discussion, we will never talk about it again.  Am I making myself clear?”

He smirks at you. “Oh angel, you dim little thing,” he stands and walks over to you, “I can stop whenever I want, but as they say, ‘everything beautiful is ruined eventually.’” he tucks a loose strand behind your ear. “And that, my dear, is you.”

And with that, he walks out of the room. You’re left there confused because what the fuck does that mean? Did he just call you ugly and stupid? Did he say he’s going to ruin your life? The conversation left you with more questions than answers. So, like the hardheaded person you were, you follow after him. At this point, you didn’t care about your job; you cared about this getting back to Jungkook and destroying him. When you catch up to Yoongi, you whisper to him, “Unless you want me to make a scene and embarrass you, I suggest you get back in that FUCKING room.” Putting extra emphasis on the word fucking so that he knew you were serious. All eyes were on you two because, despite whispering, it sounded angry, so he obliges you and walks back. If it was one thing he hated, it was people staring at him like he was an object on display.

“1. You will leave this room when and if we come to a mutual understanding. 2. If we do not come to a mutual understanding, I will catch the next flight out of here, and you will never see me again. And you can explain to our company why I ruined such a huge event, and so help me god, if he ever finds out about this–” he cuts you off laughing

“PFFT! You’re cute when you’re angry.” he finally catches your eyes and sees that you’re not fucking around. You’re dead serious, and in his 30 years of life, he’s never been afraid of a woman like he is of you.

“Sit. Down,” you say through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring. And like he’s going to win an award for being so obedient he sits his ass right on that couch. “I’m not fucking playing with you, Yoongi. This isn’t a joke; this is my life. You can go on after this carefree because that's who you are. Rockstar Min Yoongi can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. But me, me, I have real consequences, I. Will. Lose. Every. Thing! I need you to get that through your thick fucking skull! THIS ISNT A FUCKING GAME!”

Tears are streaming down your face, but he looks annoyed now. That same stupid fucking face on his face. But you don’t know that Yoongi is in defense mode and will bite like most cornered animals. “Don’t ever talk to me like that. News flash, baby girl, I didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, so don’t try and get up on some fucking moral high ground because you have some boyfriend who, by the way, you treat like shit. You wanted to fuck me. I simply gave you what you’ve been dying for. You know, once an addict, always an addict, not my fault you traded in drinking yourself into a coma for dick.” And before you can even process what your body is doing, you slapped him. It wasn’t some bullshit “for tv” slap. No, it was loud. It had his ears ringing and your palm stinging.

“Don’t you EVER try and act like you fucking know me and throw something you know nothing about in my fucking face. You know what? FUCK you, I’m leaving. Good luck with your miserable life.” And with that, you collect your things and flee back to the hotel. Yoongi is left standing there in shock and awe.

When you finally return to the hotel, a million people set up a million things in the room. You put on a brave face while you bob and weave through what seems like an ocean of people. When you finally enter the private bedroom and hear the door close behind you, you let it all loose. Sobbing into the pillows. How dare he, you think, throw something so serious in your face. But fuck it, at this point, if everyone thinks you’re an alcoholic, let’s show them one. You open the mini bar and fish one of the bottles, and before you can crack the seal on the mini vodka, your phone rings. So you answer it, “Yoongi, I don't wanna-”

“Yoongi? Uh, no, it’s your boyfriend? Baby, are you crying?” as soon as you hear Jungkook's voice, you cry even harder. “Y/N? Baby, hey, hey, calm down. Talk to me, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

LIE! You tell yourself. Lie right now and save your relationship. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just watching a sad movie, and it made me miss you, and then you called. It was like fate or something.” You sniffle into the phone. 

“Oh, my baby. You’re so cute, I miss you too! Just 5 more days, and you get to come home to me.” He coos, and you instantly feel more at peace. Not taking that drink was worth it, and god, did you want that drink.

“Actually, I was thinking about coming home early, like tomorrow, maybe?” You say, still sniffling

He lets out a soft chuckle, “Baby, as much as I want you here, I think your boss would be pretty pissed if you just up and left. Stick it out like the fighter I know you are. You got this. I believe in you. By the time you come home, it’ll be a week before our anniversary, and I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. I already talked to Jimin and Yoongi, and we're taking 2 weeks. Just me and you. Sound good?”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful.” You sigh

“Good, now tell me, how’s Paris?”

You guys talked for an hour before saying I love you and goodbyes. When you get off the phone, there is a light knock on the door. “Ms. Y/N, we're ready for you at hair and make-up.” You tell them to give you a moment, and they say okay and leave. So, in that moment, you take all the little bottles of alcohol and pour them down the drain. You’re not going to leave Paris defeated. Especially not after everything you’ve been through. So you get glammed up and put your dress on. By the time you’re done, Yoongi is returning to the hotel.

While getting your hair and makeup done, you decide that you’re going to play Yoongi’s games, but they’re gonna be your rules. When he’s done getting ready, you pull him to the side and apologize for hitting him. “I understand if you want to part ways after this. I will exit quietly–”

He shushes you, “Oh Angel, though it pains me to say it because I never thought I would, I think I’m in love with you. So, with that being said, I forgive. I forgave you the minute it happened because I know you didn’t mean it.” He cups your cheek, and you lean into his palm.  “You’re gonna stay here with me until I give you back to Jungkook. Deal?”

“Deal,” you say, nodding. He pecks you gently, and for a split second, you lose your resolve, but it’s quickly regained when he pulls away. “ I have something for you, Angel.” He says, handing you a small Valentino box. “You can tell Jungkook you got them as a gift from the designer.”

You open the box and see the nicest pair of earrings you've ever seen. They’re fully wrapped in baguette crystals. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, I can’t accept these. These look way too expensive.” You’re both in awe and annoyed. Why does he think he can buy your love? Could he buy your love? No! The only person that has your love is Jungkook, ONLY him. You only love him… right?

“Are you sure? I know they’d look beautiful on you.” he takes them out of the box and puts them on for you. “I know you’re wearing Versace, but people mix brands all the time, and I’m right. Absolutely stunning.” He pecks your nose and walks away to pour some champagne. 

You watch him, realizing he never even apologized for not only calling you an alcoholic but a slut too, and a fire starts inside you. You’re determined to ruin Yoongi, make him miss the mere sight of you. “You know I can’t drink that, right? I traded alcohol in for dick, remember?” you say, giggling, but your throat is dry like you’re dying for that champagne. You push the thoughts away quickly. Flooding them with the happy life you want to have with Jungkook, you want to be his wife, the mother of his children.

“Oh shit, yeah. Fuck, I’ll pour it out. I’m sorry.” he moves around the room, collecting any type of alcohol and taking it to the bathroom.

“You understand that if you want to be with me, you have to stop drinking as well, right? Like it’s non-negotiable. I’m serious about my recovery.” You say, fixing the lipstick, he messed up. You thought, ‘God, I can’t wait to go home.’ You find it sad because you like Yoongi. You don’t know why, but you do. Maybe it’s because he is the complete opposite of Jungkook. He was crass, rude, and annoying as fuck, but it drove you crazy. He made you feel tingles all over your body, and you fucking hated it but loved it just as much. 

“I know, baby, I just got excited. I’m happy that you wanna stay with me. Maybe you could—” he’s cut off by a girl bursting into the room. 

“Baby!! I missed you so much!” she runs to him and kisses him. Yoongi goes sheet white like he’s seen a ghost, and you can’t believe your eyes. You’re astonished, laughing softly to yourself because, boy oh boy, he’s fucked.

“Princess, I thought you said you weren’t coming..” he looks over at you and then back at the mystery girl. She finally realizes you’re in the room and looks-* over at you like you’re the most disgusting thing she’s ever seen. 

“Baby, who is this?” she looks up at Yoongi, then back at you.

“I’m Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I’m Yoongi’s assistant.” You smile the most sickeningly sweet smile. If it’s one thing you know, many women were intimidated by you. I mean, why wouldn’t they be? You were beautiful, curvy, and friendly. As they say, bitches be hating.

“Well, I’m Hayoon, Yoongi’s girlfriend. You can go away now; he and I have some catching up to do.” She smiles back at you. 

“Oh.” you pout. “Well, that's too bad. We actually have to leave right now. Valentino is starting soon. I could call and see if you could come? Though it looks like you’re not dressed for the occasion. Let’s go, Mr. Min; we have to be there by 5 for the preshow party.” You turn and leave the room. She starts complaining as soon as you leave the room, going on and on about how he needs to fire you for being so rude, and he argues back that she was being just as harsh and that she needs to stop acting like a brat or go home. She relents and he walks out of the room and collects some personal items. 

“Baby, go to the house. I’ll meet you there later,” he says to her, and she pouts before leaving. 

You two get into the car, and it’s awkwardly quiet. “So, I guess I’m not the only slut, huh.”

“Shut the fuck up. She’s not my girlfriend. We occasionally have sex whenever I’m in Paris.” he’s rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Does she know that?” you snort, and his phone begins to ring, “Oh, it looks like ‘Baby Girl heart emoji’  is calling; you wanna take that?” he sends the call to voicemail, sighing. “Just admit it; I won't tell her that you fucked me in this exact car yesterday, don’t worry. Admit it, and I’ll fuck you again.” you lean into his ear and lick at his earlobe, which earns you a low groan.

“Fine, fuck, fine, she’s my girlfriend.” he’s losing his patience with you.

“Mmm, such a good boy. Where’d you meet her, huh? How long have you been together? Huh, baby?” you palm him through his slack rubbing gently.

He’s beginning to fall apart.  Although Yoongi’s never admitted it to anyone, just as much as he loves to be in control during sex, he loves it just a little more when the woman takes control. And right now, he especially loves that it’s you. “Fuck… I met her when I first moved from Daegu to Seoul. We’ve been friends since, but we’ve been together for 5 years… but I want you now..”

“Why does no one know about her, and why didn’t you tell me about her? You fucked me raw.” you’re unbuttoning his pants, slipping your hand into his waistband, and starting to jerk him in his pants.

“Someone does. Namjoon knows. He actually introduced us. I keep her out of the spotlight because she’s a non-celebrity. She would get too overwhelmed with everything, not media trained, ya know… Fuck… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. Not even her, you’re the first person ever.” you hum into his ear, you can’t believe how easily he’s willing to give up this information. And he had the nerve to slut shame you. Madness.

“Wow, baby, you’re such a good boy. You won’t lie to me anymore, right? Is there anything else you want to tell me?” you feel him twitch in your hand. You know he's gonna cum soon, and that's precisely what you want.

“I have one more thing, but I can’t tell you right now… fuck.” he’s whiny, needy, and it's so cute on him. 

“Hmm, I guess that’ll do for now. You can cum.” and he does, and there is so much you’re salivating. You want to do nothing more than to clean him up with your mouth but fuck him. He can clean himself up. So you wipe your hand on his shirt.

“Clean yourself up, we’re almost there.” You throw him a napkin before reaching into your bag and handing him a new shirt. You fix the little bit of makeup that was ruined, and he moves to kiss you. “Nuh-uh, don’t fuck up my make-up.” You push him away while the car pulls up to the carpet. Luckily, he’s cleaned and ready to go. 

The night is hard to get through, to say the least. While you love fashion, being around people who are drunk or high or both isn’t really the best for someone in recovery. But you hold your resolve. You’re strong and will stay strong not only for you but for the man you get to go home to very soon.

Thankfully, the week goes by quickly. Of course, Yoongi tried to fuck you every chance he got, but you always found you’re way out of it. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have sex with him; you just wanted it to be on your time, not his. Anyways, you’re finally back home. You decide on the plane ride home that you’re going to tell Jungkook what happened, you think that if you tell him now it’ll save a lot of hurt and pain for the both of you.

At this point, you’re waiting for him to pick you up from the airport. After about 10 minutes, you spot his black AMG. Relieved that you get to be in his presence again. He pulls up next to you, getting out of the car to help you. “Hi princess, I missed you. You look beautiful as always.” He kisses the top of your head before opening your door and helping you into the car.

“How was Paris, my love?” he asks, but you don’t reply right away. You’re trying to think of the right way to do this. To rip the bandaid off and tell the man you love you cheated.

“It was nice… Hey, Jungkook…. I need to tell you something.” you fidget with your fingers, ears burning.

“What's up? I’m all ears.” he chimes. He sounds so happy, and you feel so guilty for what you’re about to say.

“Jungkookicheatedonyou.” it comes out as one jumbled word, too afraid to even make it a sentence.

But he just chuckles a little, “I know.” he says, still in the same tone of voice. You’re startled. What does he mean he knows? 

“You know?!” your thoughts are racing; you can’t believe what you just heard.

“Yes, princess, I know, calm down. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering how I know. Do you remember when I called you the first day you were there? You thought you hung up, but you didn’t.”

“You're not mad?” your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest.

“Oh, baby doll, I was pissed. Naturally. Hearing the love of my life getting railed by some douche that calls himself a rapper. But I told you when you told me no the first time, I’m going to marry you no matter what. So I’m going to give you a year to get it out of your system, and after that year, you’re all mine. Does that seem fair? I do have a couple of rules we can discuss when we get home.” he laces his hand with yours and kisses it.

All you could say was okay, he was right it was finite that you were going to marry each other. It was too much work to start all over with someone else. You two rarely ever fought before your condition, so you were comfortable with him. You knew you never wanted a relationship with Yoongi. He didn’t know that, though. I’m sure he probably thinks you’re going to leave Jungkook for him, and he’d be absolutely wrong. You thought when you first met Yoongi you’d leave JK for him, but now, no. Yoongi is a terribly selfish person, and you’d rather be treated with some type of respect.

After what seems like forever, you two finally get home. “Go inside, I’ll grab your bags. We’ll talk once I get inside.”

He follows after you shortly and gets you all settled. “Sit on the couch, we’re going to have a serious talk, princess.”

So you do, and you keep quiet. Your thoughts are racing; you’re terrified that he’s lying to you. You feel like this is entrapment. You feel like Jungkook is going to use this against you, but in that same vein you know Jungkook is too soft to really be mad at you.

“So, princess, I know you enjoyed your time in Paris, but I have some ground rules.” As soon as he went to sit, someone knocked on the door. Jungkook goes to answer it and when he comes back to the living room Yoongi is in tow. You go white, terrified of what Jungkook is going to do to Yoongi. “He arrived just on time! Please, sit.” 

“Jungkook what’re you doing?” You question, you’re trembling at this point.

“I want you to know that he knows that I know. That was a lot of knows, but yeah.” you’re dumbfounded, and just look at Yoongi because what the actual fuck is going on here. You feel like you’re going to pass out. This is a dream, a really fucked up dream. You’ll wake up soon, and everything will be alright, you think to yourself. Yoongi shifts in his seat, cheeks red and looking extremely uncomfortable.

“What do– There’s no fucking way. I’m dreaming. This is a joke–” You stand up and start pacing the room.

“It’s true…” Yoongi squeaks out, “He called me that day. Gave me an ultimatum… He told me I had a year to be with you, and then after that, I had to leave you alone, or he’d tell HYBE about us. I agreed..”

You’d never felt so confused and betrayed. I mean, sure, you cheated, but these two dickheads had conspired against you, “And what if I don’t want to do the whole year? What if I just wanted it to be a one-time thing? I feel like you’re pimping me out to my boss, this is weird..”

Jungkook just gives you a look, something you’d describe as hurt but understanding, “Okay then, tell Yoongi he needs to leave you alone. That you quit and that you want nothing to do with him.”

You look over at Yoongi, then back to Jungkook, and he implores you for an answer: “So are you gonna say it?”

“Well… what if I don’t want to leave him alone? What then?” Jungkook looks taken aback.

“If that’s what you really want, I will accept your decision, but I know that’s not what you want. You love me too much to leave me.” At this point, you’re sure Jungkook has lost his mind, finally fed up with your bullshit, but he’s right. You’re acting out because you’re bored with your life, like those housewives you see on TV. “Honey, I’m giving you a hall pass. Please accept it. I love you, and I want you to be happy. I feel I’m being more than generous considering.”

“Fine... What are your conditions?”

“1. You can see him 2 days out of the week. 2. You must use condoms and other contraceptives. I don’t like the thought of him cumming in you, and the thought of you pregnant by him makes my skin crawl. 3. If you’re with him and I call, answer unless you are… having sex…” He smiles at you, “I think that's fair, no? Also, I think Yoongi has something he needs to tell you.”

You look at Yoongi, and he looks like he’s going to throw up right then and there. “Okay? What is it?”

He’s quiet for a really long time, pulling at the skin on his cuticles. “Hello? You there? What do you need to tell me?”

He finally musters the courage to say, “I have a 4-year-old…”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

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[greythemed]

𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ how is like to date kim gun-woo. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1775.

dating gun-woo was like listening to my love by justin timberlake but the difference is that he wouldn't ask you to be his love bcuz he's a shy boy and would act exactly like only by lee hi

holds the door for you EVERYTIME like it's not even funny how gentleman-ly this man is

first time meeting your family? gun-woo is bringing every dish his lovely mother is capable of preparing in one day because he wants to impress your parents so bad (especially if you come from money while he doesn't) like he is so scared he'll mess something up

LISTENS TO YOU! i think gun-woo would be a good therapy friend but an AMAZING healing-era boyfriend. like family issues? imma suffocate you so hard with my love that you won't need anyone else anymore babygirl.

late-night therapy sessions where you both trade one secret for one kiss because it's cute and vulnerable while laying upside down on your bed and w pinkies intertwined. and if something about the relationship (or smth the other did on the day) is bothering one of you, late-night calls are a MUST - no matter where you are or which time it is.

his only source of relationship advice are guilty kdramas he has watched during the pandemic (when he wasn't punching random henchmen lol) and woo-jin so expect A LOT of misunderstandings from this guy

like one time he thought it'd be cute to surprise you with flowers at your work because he saw it in one kdrama and wanted to do the same but completely forgot you worked at a morgue as a young autopsy so you were horrified for a whole week💀

buys you sweet snacks every time he goes out like it doesn't matter if he's BROKE, he'll bring something for you, and don't bother stressing he'll keep doing the same till eternity no matter what

miss here has a late-night craving? gun-woo is running to the closest store at the darkest crack of dawn to buy you your wish, even if you try to stop him "don't worry, love, i'll be quick" and proceeds to kiss your head while putting his green puffy jacket on and rushing.

honestly let’s talk about that. IT HAS TO GO AWAY. definitely going to be your first gift for him: A NEW JACKET. like give her a break gunwoo-ya, she's not goin' nowhere bestie ✊😔

your 'dynamic trio' is a little stressful at the start. i truly believe woo-jin would test the SHIT out of gun-woo's partner, no matter how much the boxer tries to prove to him you're no threat. like mister mayweather fan won't let you breathe the first time you guys meet, making direct questions like "what are your intentions with my babyboy right here? 🤨" or "if you're planning to leave him someday and brake his heart, i WILL find you"

super-protective woo-jin boyfriend mode is off the instant he finds out you're striving to be a doctor one day and help the world to be a better place and stars are starting to accumulate in your eyes while you talk. (he still threatens you sometimes tho).

after that the DOUBLE DATES' SEASON starts (because woo-jin also has his partner after all) and suddenly your group of friends consists of your boyfriend, your boyfriend's boyfriend, and another unfortunate third wheel caught in their bromance.

he's such a shy baby and you're such a social butterfly girlie so we might have some contradictions about where to go on date nights. like one week is staying in movie nights where you’re all cozy and gun-woo is sleeping at the first five minutes of the movie (“i swear it wasn’t on purpose babe🥺”) and the other is freaking museum rides and “i heard this new place at the mall is SO good we have to try it!!!!”.

but when it comes to physical activities? you’re SO done. like NO GUNWOO I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TO RUN AT THE BEACH WITH YOU😡😡😡. (he dreams of the day you’ll say yes).

watching? maybe. he gets all sweaty and sexy for you, i can imagine his partner just staying there in the corner wrapped in a cozy blanket and eating some snacks while he’s working the fuck out in the garage. like i got you bae don't worry! from right here🧍🏻‍♀️ . and he loves it. 

absolutely adores praising, especially regarding his physic or gym evolution and gets all shy when you do it because “really? have you been payin’ attention to me?🥺”.

really values traditional corny-ass attitudes like protecting your head every time you get out of the car, walking on the side closer to the street, holds hands so he literally doesn’t lose you (it happened one time, you saw a rainbow-y burrito trailer and went for it without even thinking), ladies first always, pays for food when you get out or buys you flowers.

after he and woo-jin took their part of the money, the first thing gun-woo did was open his mom’s café and buy them a house just like mister choi said. he started working out more and working on his physic to maybe try and win one more tournament but he ends up meeting you and your father and meeting so many new people that wanted to take him under their wing 😊.

he literally had to pick which sponsor he’d choose to run for the belt. he got quite famous for jumping two categories in one year and from then on gun-woo made a few winning his pro fights.

he did what he loved so you supported him, biting your nails every time he’d take more than one round to knock his opponent out and cheering with his mom beside you in her new apartment every time the fight ended.

you’re so his passenger princess. this man will be moving mountains to do what you want and he’s so good at it.

on days when he’s more clingy and vulnerable expect this tall man to be glued to you. sometimes when you can’t be reached he will just call you to hear your voice on your break from work and straight hit the gym to soothe his anxiety.

in death’s anniversaries, he’d be the same. would stay silent the whole day if you don’t talk to him because it’s so painful to remember what happened to them all in one day. so you need to be careful and engage him in soothing activities or just distract him respectfully. 

nsfw under 🤗

gun-woo is such a giving person and he wouldn't be different in his relationship. sexually speaking? this man doesn't know where to start. you guys end up having a real conversation about this because gun-woo doesn't know how to enjoy things where he's the benefitted one and only wants to give, give, give. its sick.

it doesn't help the man is fixated on eating you out too. like, honestly he'll die a happy man if it is between your legs. at first, you had to teach him a lot of things (you were basically his first everything, after all) and the boxer took that as a fucking challenge. picture that every night he'd be knocking at your door not even saying hello and going straight to business because "i want to do it right this time, angel. is this okay? am i making you feel good?".

*dies while writing this*

there is a gun-woo before ep.6 and another one after ep.6 and we all know it. but the thing he didn't change was his heart, right? so the boy that watched netflix kdramas with his mom after gym sessions during the pandemic while eating ramyeon is the same man that takes you to bed after a romantic date and not only DOESN'T rush you to do anything but also asks if you want him to sleep on the floor because maybe he'll make you uncomfortable?🥺 and he doesn't want that. (even though you've been dating for ages by now lol)

so when you glance at him asking “bae, what are you doing?” he is stuttering like “sleeping on t-the… floor?” “get your ASS back here mister kim imma teach you how to be a man😾”

honestly, he finds you SO funny that even during sexy time he’ll laugh at your jokes. like genuinely laugh and you’d consequently laugh at his reaction too and then sexy time is gone for the next 10 whole minutes till he shuts you up and goes back to business.

big boy up and down we've all been through that already, right? right.

sometimes it pisses you off that he takes everything so serious and it takes the sparkle away for you. but it’s because everything is so new to him that he feels like he has to be amazing on his first try and it infuriates you.

“you good?” he raises his head and looks into your eyes in confusion. “you’re doing it again, can’t you please just feel instead of thinking for once?” you question and his big round eyes make an appearance. “oh… i’m sorry”. and starts doing it right because in his head, that was also a challenge.🙄

gun-woo is a shy man. while i do not agree when i see people calling him a bottom, he’s not approaching you first babe get over it. gun-woo is the type of man that needs a little “it’s okay i want sexy time now pls” so his key is finally turned and the beast is unleashed. not saying he’s a freak because he’s probably a super traditional guy but you know what i mean.

that drabble i wrote? he needs your okay first to iniciate anything. my man could be busting his pants, fully hard n leaking and won’t even utter a word.

stamina>>> he's an athlete like c'mon

don't expect any replies from this man if you send him nudes in the middle of the day someday. boy will be BLUSHING the rest of his chores forever. and he won't have the heart to stare at you for a whole week if you don't approach him first.

you'd be all "lol you're blushing baby 🤭😆" and he'd be like "why did you do this to me?🥺🥺🥺 now i want you more for the rest of my life and forever".

you cannot say that this man doesn't feel like some of justin bieber's songs (specially company like ok i might have to make a playlist just about him)

i'm going to end this here and let y'all starve.

making a playlist about him after this for safety purposes. i could make this for hours and hours no joke, mom come pick me up pls i'm scared.

#kim geun woo x reader #woo do hwan #kim gun woo #bloodhounds smut #bloodhounds kim geun woo #bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds kdrama #bloodhounds netflix

[roohuh]

Music, Dancing, and Trauma

Part 33 of Obliviate

Ominis X MC

Summary: Ominis and MC are having a romantic moment when Ominis can no longer hold on the question of what happened the night MC went into the mansion.

Warnings: trauma, panic attack, angst

A warm fire crackles in the background as soft piano music serenades you and Ominis. He is offering you a hand with a confident warm smile playing on his lips. You watch the low light of the fire dance in his eyes as you stand in the dark living room of your home.

“But I don’t know how to dance.” You mumble transfixed by his sightless gaze. The hand stays, silently beckoning you to his side. Pursing your lips nervously you join him in the middle of the room. A delicate hand is placed on your waist while the other takes a more commanding lead. You gasp slightly as he pulls you in close. Your heart is racing as his feet start to move across the floor leading you assertively. His smile is warm and loving, never turning away, fixes softly on you as you dance. Under the sightless gaze you blush and lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes. The piano plays the fire crackles and the two of you just dance. You feel as if you are floating across the floor. Nothing else seems to matter as you sway.

“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you too.”

More music, more swaying. Sneaking a look up at Ominis, you notice his face now appears lost in thought as you dance.

“What is wrong?” You ask. He lets out a soft breath, brows punch together, he stops dancing. Piano music rings out in the background as he asks.

“What happened? The night you went into my brother's home.” Ashamed you look at the floor dropping your arms. He takes your hand with tender care.

“My love, nothing you can say will make me love you any less.” Tears fill your eyes; you want to tell him, you have been aching to tell him, but you are so afraid to tell him.

“Ominis…” you breathe pressing your forehead to his. More piano music.

“I can’t.” Then something occurs to you. You press your wand to the side of your head delicately pulling at the string of a memory. Placing it in an empty bottle which was laying on the table, you tentatively present the bottle to Ominis. Wordlessly he takes the glass giving you a strange look.

“There is a pensive in the Undercroft at Hogwarts. Pour this in there and you can have the answer you are looking for… don’t make me relive it.” Ominis takes your face in his hands, kissing you delicately.

“I will only go if you want me to. These are your memories and I would never force you to share them.” Smiling weakly you fight your tears.

“They are yours now.” Ominis pulls away a serious look on his face.

“Will you be alright if I leave?” The idea of him leaving causes your stomach to turn. Will I be alright? You wonder.

“I will. Just come straight back. No matter what, come straight back to me. Do not go there…” Again Ominis takes you in his arms kissing you.

“My love…” he murmurs. Pushing him away you order.

“Go now. Then return to me.” Face going dark he nods. In an instant he is gone. You suck in a sharp breath sinking to the ground, glad Sebastian had taken Anne into town, hoping Ominis would be back before they are. Your body is shaking as you relent to the cry.

What feels like an eternity passes before Ominis returns, tears freely flowing down his face. In an instant you are wrapped in protective arms while silent sobs shake his body. The two of you cling to each other, neither one unable to conjure any words. His grip on you seems desperately protective.

“I am sorry…” you whisper.

“Stop. Do not say that. My brother… never say that again…” he can barely speak through his emotions, the overwhelming shame of letting this happen cripples him. You can feel Ominis’ breath get rapid and uneven as be begins to lose control. Feeling a strange sense of calm you take his head and hold it to your chest trying to breathe as evenly and calmly as you can.

“I am okay. I am here. We are safe.” Ominis matches his breathing to yours growing silent and calm. You stroke his hair feeling him start to relax. Fire crackles the piano still plays softly. Ominis’ voice is deadly and calm as eventually he speaks.

“MC, please understand I have to go and deal with him. This will not go unpunished.”

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfic #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #ominis fluff #sebastian sallow

[because-she-goes]

chiaroscuro

warnings: ED behaviors, calorie restricting, toxic ex bf, matty comforting nora, happy sweet ending, angsty start, lmk if I missed anything. Enjoy!

based on this request

He noticed it immediately. The way the food in her plate would be pushed around, the near constant remarks about her body, her starting to wear baggier and baggier clothes.

“Nor, you alright? You haven’t had any of the snacks we got from the shops.” She was visiting from New York and had come around his house for a movie night. They were currently sat on his couch watching Notting Hill - normally a comfort movie of hers. She was distant this time, every other time they had seen each other in either New York or London she would be her talkative, bubbly and cheeky self. However, she hasn’t spoken to him in over an hour - quietly lost in her own world. He had tried talking to her and making his normal comments at the movie about how ridiculous it all was.

“What? Yeah I’m okay, just feel a bit off… sorry.” She meekly says to him, immediately feeling vulnerable and not wanting to bother him.

“No need to be sorry, you’re okay. Do you want to talk about it, love?” He pauses the movie and twists his torso to look her in the eyes. They looked hollow and empty where heis were swimming with worry and concern.

“You remember Derek right?” She opts to answer his question with another. Biting the corner of her bottom lip with nerves - this was still early days in their relationship and she hadn’t revealed the full extent of the mental gymnastics her ex Derek had put her through. Now or never she thinks.

“Yeah… fuckin wanker.” Matty spits out the words like venom.

“Well, he would make these comments towards the end - when we’d go out to dinner or really whenever. He’d order my food for me and kinda control what and how much I ate at times. I think it was his way of trying to control me when he realized things were falling apart. Like if I had a hard day and just wanted junk food, he would give me shit for it and say I had to watch it or else I’d be gross and he wouldn’t want me. Horrible shit like that. And I guess that mentality comes back every now and again when I’m low.” Once she started talking the words just kept tumbling out of her. Opening the figurative flood gates. Matty had felt like he had been punched in the gut at her words - feeling as if the wind was knocked out of him. How could anyone say anything like that to such a goddess, to such a pure, wonderful, caring human.

“Well… if I may, I just want to remind you that I love you for you - for your brain, your personality, your creativity, your kindness and all the other wonderful things about you. I love you regardless of shape, angel. And your body is an incredible thing, keeps you breathing and alive and existing - that in and of itself is a wonder. If anyone tells you differently, they can fuck off. You’re perfectly you, my love. You’re it for me.”

Just as she had, once he started talking he couldn’t control it. He loved the human infront of him as she was. Regardless of physical attributes, she was perfect in his eyes. Like a Boticelli painting come to life - a divine being sent to him for god knows what reason.

“I’m so lucky to love you, Handsome.” She wipes a tear as she leans in and grabs his cheeks to kiss him.

“Luckier to have your love, Honey.” He whispers to her as their lips connect and the rest of the world falls away.

A buzz fills his head. A high unlike anything else he’s ever known. In the dark of the night with the TV illuminating the pair of lovers, he realizes he has never known a love like Nora’s. The light spotlights Nora and her honey colored eyes. A loose tear moves down her cheek and he rubs it away with a flick of his thumb, palm cradling her delicate face. He prays to whatever angel brought her to him that he is able to bask in this moment - in her love - for eternity. He makes a note later that night while she’s sleeping to go out to a Tesco and get her her favorite junk foods. He kisses her forehead and rests his head on the pillow falling asleep soundly - arms wrapped around her waist protectively. Their breathing and heartbeats synchronize.

He runs out the door the next morning to get some flowers, junk food, blankets - all her favorite things when she feels low and needs a day in. She wakes up to find a note on his pillow.

“Good morning, Sunshine! I’m out running some errands, but wanted to remind you that you are not alone and that I will do everything in my power to help you through this and I am here for you always. I love you very much and care very deeply about you, my girl. I am thankful that you felt comfortable enough to tell me about things with Derek and assure you that I couldn’t care less about those things - you’re still my darling Nora regardless of appearances. You are the strongest soul I have ever known. I can only dream of being as strong, brave and wonderful as you. Love you, baby. See ya in a bit, coffees in the pot xx - Your Matty.”

In that moment, Nora realizes she has never had a love like Matty’s. Just as he had, she prays to some other worldly being that she feels it for the rest of her life.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #requests :)

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

#introduction #life update #col rambles #jinx rambles #my fics #masterlist #com #yes daddy verse #yungblud and machine gun kelly #dom and colson #yungblud #machine gun kelly #5 times col came in his pants and the 1 time he made dom do it #adventures in toyland #its a nice day for a white wedding

[hopeamarsu]

Hi M! Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 Could I request the following for either Kylo or Clyde?

“Stay away from me?”

and/or

“I trusted you!” / “You were a fool to trust someone like me.”

Maybe some angst or whump? Feel free to use whatever inspires you! 💕

Hi Meg! 💕

Thank you so much!

So... I began thinking which one I wanted to write for and which prompt to use when a devil on my shoulder asked me a simple question. Why not both of them? Why not all of it? So that's what I did.

This is either going to work or fail specularly. Let's see how it goes.

My eternal thank you to Thia, @clydesducktape who really helped me with this, being my sounding board and the bestest beta reader. Thank you 💕

Seeing double

Kylo Ren x reader, Clyde Logan x reader

Rating Mature

Word count 1,9k

Warnings: Angst, whump, attempted murder, implied manslaughter, kidnapping, blood, wounds, time travel (or is it?), hurt/comfort, alternate universes

Summary: Kylo Ren has been betrayed. Clyde Logan finds someone who is hurt.

Your mouth tasted like ash. Ash and desperation.

Gone was the sweet aftertaste of the kiss Kylo had given you when he left your quarters early in the morning. Gone was the tasty bitterness of the kaf you had sipped on your way to your workstation. Gone was the stale air that had been sucked out of your lungs when the stormtroopers barged into your station and hauled you away. 

They’d taken you so efficiently, mostly because you had been so shocked over their audacity. But once your flight or fight -instinct had kicked in, you hadn’t gone down easy. Kicking, screaming, punching, grabbing one blaster out of one of the troopers, you met them head-on. 

Now many of your captors lay strewn across the floor as you panted, the crimson liquid dripping down your curled fingers. Your knees wobbled and you knew it was only a matter of minutes until you’d collapse. Something made your neck prickle, almost like a premonition, and with the strength you didn’t know you had, you turned on your heels to face the door that whooshed open. 

In stepped a creature made of the horrors that only lived deep inside the world of nightmares and trials of fire licked your skin. He was dressed head to toe in black, not an inch of that creamy, pale skin you loved to trace with your fingers visible. His helmet gleamed in the iridescent light and he surveyed the scene in front of him. It was yet another moment that made you hate that helmet with burning passion since it hid Kylo’s eyes from you. 

What was going through his mind when he witnessed the carnage you’d created? Did he have the answers you were desperately trying to find from your own mind as to why this happened? 

You knew he kept it on for a reason since those eyes could never lie to you. Now more than ever though you wished to see them, wished to gaze into their burning darkness and see that your lover, your man was still there and not replaced by this nightmare of a puppet Snoke commanded. But even without the full knowledge, you knew that hope was futile. Because as much as Kylo might be yours temporarily, he was Snoke’s first. 

There was a sick mix of prideful and condescending tone in his modulated voice when he finally filled the silence in the air between you. “I see our training paid off. But I am afraid I did not train you to defeat my soldiers. If I recall correctly, you were once my most prized soldier and I trained you to fight for me, not against me. But I guess it was a ruse from the start, now was it?”

Drip, drip, drip went the crimson line as you folded your free hand to a fist. You would not attack first and he knew it. The unsteady lightsaber held in his seemingly loose hand made sure of that. It wasn’t on yet, no red crackles bursting out of it, nor the steady whir that accompanied them bounced in the air. No, it was eerily quiet and you eyed it with trepidation.

“What do you want Kylo?” 

“I want to know the truth.”

“What truth? I’ve always been truthful to you! I trusted you, so I had no reason to lie about anything!” You cried out quickly, almost able to hide the wince of pain that moving your bruised ribs gave you. 

You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing you were in emotional pain. You knew he could see the physical aftermath even if your dark uniform hid most of it, but the way your heart beat against your chest in agony, screaming against the shards pushing through, that he wouldn’t get to see.

He would not get to hear you say that you loved him, that you adored him, and that you never doubted him. Not even when Kylo doubted himself the most. No, you would not give him that. Not after he’d ordered the attack on you. Because it was clear now that he had ordered this bloody mess. 

To hear he believed you had lied to him cut you so deep you were certain the blood on the metaphorical ground would fill oceans. It didn’t though, because while your heart bled and wept, you didn’t let it show. Your hand, the one not bleeding, still held on to the blaster you’d stolen. It did not shake, it did not tremble. Your chin lifted defiantly, but he beat you to it, speaking again. 

“You were a fool to trust someone like me wouldn’t see it. Fool to think you could outsmart me and I wouldn’t find out.” Your brows knitted together, pulling on the forming bruise on your temple. Kylo wasn’t finished yet though, his large boots clanking on the metal ground when he moved near. Acid pooled in your belly, a nervous sweat beading in the hairline. He scoffed. 

“The only reason why I’m giving you the courtesy of this moment is because of my previous respect for your character. I am giving you this moment to tell me why you did it, why you fed information to the Resistance and if I am satisfied with your answer, you will face a quick death. It will not be painless, but it will be quick.”

The Resistance? He thought you were with the Resistance? Your shock must’ve been evident in your face because the cold laughter boomed from his modulator.

“Don’t hide it. I know. Now, TELL ME!” The metallic floor was illuminated with red. Kylo had activated his lightsaber, the crossguard shape crackling violently. He took his stance, legs wide and saber outstretched and you knew that inside his helmet, his onyx eyes blazed with fury. 

“I am NOT…” it was all you managed to voice out when he attacked, charging at you with speed you’d only witnessed in the battlefield. You braced yourself to defend, hand pulling up the blaster but suddenly it wasn’t red that covered your entire vision, but blinding white that struck like hyperspeed. You found yourself spinning wildly, your ribs protesting loudly and a voiceless scream ripped out of your throat.  

Then everything went black.

Once you came to, it was to the sight of wooden panels from all angles. Something soft was under your back and… was your hand and arm bandaged? As quickly as you could, you sat up, fighting dizziness and nausea the entire time. When your eyes and brain settled, you took stock of what place this was.

It looked like an office, but nothing like the First Order offices you’d grown accustomed to. No, this was warm. It was the only way to describe it. Warm wood panels, warm tones in the upholstery and a large desk that dominated the space. On the desk looked to be an older model mainframe unit. It was in working condition, but definitely not belonging to a high ranking officer since the unit was old and you couldn’t spot a holopad anywhere. 

Did Resistance find you and bring you to their hideout? But you were First Order, why hadn’t they just killed you? Your mind whirring with questions, you began to push yourself to stand. You’d nearly managed it, wobbly knees and aching ribs included, when a door to the office opened and a large man stepped inside. 

He turned to look at you, a neutral expression on his face, but you felt like a thousand pinpricks had entered your body. You swayed on your feet, gasping for air. 

It was the same dark mane, the one you loved to care your fingers through. It were the same lips that you loved to kiss, the same regal nose that used to brush against yours and even the same freckles - a constellation you knew by heart - mocked you on his face. 

The more you looked at him, the more unsettling the image painted in front of you was. It was the same trim waistline, same long legs encased in weird fabric, the same large shoulders, the same everything.   

This was the man you thought had loved you back, the man that attacked you and tried to kill you. The only difference to before was the naked emotion in his eyes. You had never seen Kylo look at you with compassion.

“Ky-Kylo?” You whispered, your throat suddenly parched. Where was his uniform, his weapon? What was this, a cruel trick to placate you until he cut you down? What was going on?

“Terribly sorry, darlin’, but I don’t understand ya. Wha’ is a Kylo?” 

His words were calm and collected. He spoke basic but the accent was unlike you had ever heard in all your travels to distant planets. And his voice was too soft to belong to the man half the galaxy feared. It was the right sound but also so wrong, because he sounded… honest. Kind. Good. 

You were disoriented and it felt unsettling. There were too many questions, too many variables here. Was he saying he wasn’t Kylo Ren? Had the Resistance figured out how to clone people outside of the Kamino facilities? Clearing your throat, you croaked out the next words. “Kylo Ren. Jedikiller.” 

Your lover. 

“Never heard of ‘im. But if he did tha’ ta ya, I’d say ‘e better stay away from Ducktape.” 

Seeing your head cock to the side with confusion for his words, the man stepped forward, nodding towards your injuries. You flinched back, still uncertain if this was a ruse or not. His brown amber eyes - a shade lighter than Kylo’s, you noted - seemed saddened by your actions. 

“Just wan’ ta take a look at the bandage. Ah mean no harm, promise.” 

“St-stay away from me?” Your whispered protest came out weak and more a question than a statement. The man sagged a little, shoulders tight and he nodded. He held out his hands in a placating manner and your eyes honed on the artificial one now on full display. 

Not even caring that it had escaped you when he first entered, you took stock but dismissed it quickly since it didn’t seem that complicated of a hand. It was most likely not one to be used as a weapon, more as an aid. “Who, who are you? Where am I?

“Ma name is Clyde Logan. You are at mah bar, the Ducktape.” 

“No. What planet am I on now?” 

“Planet, darlin’?”

“Yes. What. Planet. Is. This.” You could feel anger shifting in your veins at his hedging. Your arm throbbed and ribs ached but you needed to know it now so you could figure out the next move. Figure out how much time you had before they came looking. Before the First Order came to finish the job they’d started. 

“Earth.” Clyde looked at you quizzically, not seeming to understand the importance of this. 

Earth? Where was that? You blanched, not having heard of a planet named that. You shifted through your mind, panic growing and swirling like a sandstorm on Tatooine desert. 

Where in the Force were you?

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Diamond Star Halos Track-By-Track Important Points:

Joe: "I got this tattoo of a girl sittin' on the moon" you sure do ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

the flaming finger being for This Guitar (I kinda figured)

U Rok Mi isn't about a person it's about the feeling of inspiration

they're talking about all the imagery AND I MADE A POST DECIPHERING THIS MONTHS AGO AND I WAS. RIGHT. ABOUT. ALL OF THEM.

it's prerecorded but joe keeps laughing TPTPPGGABHBDE

Joe calling the album a "BITCH to autograph" bc of all the artwork

the quality of their interviews are SOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO GOOOD *chefs kiss* I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS TO BE THIS PROFESSIONAL LOOKING

Sav songs have L A Y E R S

PHIL BEARD PHIL BEARD PHIL BEARD SANTA PHIL

i cannot. stop. looking. at. Joe's. gorgeous. face. I could do this all night. I mean it.

i forgot Kick was the last thing made for the album GIROTGMTIMOT

where tf is Rick

Joe can't read Phil's handwriting LMAOOO

the random eye contact with the cameras keeps making my heart stop rtgonisrogotgstrg

i CAN'T STOP SMILINGGG

SAV'S HAIR IN HIS RESPONSE TO THE 4 OR 5 STRINGS QUESTION OH MY GODDDD SO CURLY AND SLEEK

Joe said the words "Panic! At the Disco" and I never. ever thought I'd hear him say those words

DSH is Phil song heaven and I think that's why I love it so much

Joe having SO MUCH TROUBLE SINGING FIRE IT UP

so glad joe being stubborn about This Guitar for nearly 20 years paid off

Viv: I think we know how to make records now-?

VIV PLAYING SLIDE GUITAR AND BEING LIKE EEEEEEEEEE

JOE LOOKING AT THE CAMERA TALKING ABOUT HOW HE TALKS TO ROBERT PLANT AND WIGGLES HIS EYEBROWS WIERFNOEQIRNGFQRIONG

SOS Emergency was one of the first songs written for DSH

"Phil, WHAT is liquid dust?" "it's US!!!"

Phil's children getting ukuleles

THE FLASHBACK TO JULY 2019 AWWWWWW

phil teaching himself ukulele off youtube

joe is always so enthusiastic i wanna just giddily nerd out with him he looks like he needs someone to reciprocate his giddiness

seriously WHERE IS RICK

joe: "we sing 'meh'"

THE OLD CLIP OF JOE AT THE PIANO

both sav and viv play piano???? I knew sav but VIV???

"ohhhh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) what about mike garson ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

i see joe's silver chest hair peekin' out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

joe wrote the lyric over the course of 3-4 days while he was picking up Finlay from his home-school lessons at someone else's house ;O;

"the lyrics aren't always as dumb as people think" -joe

viv doing the outro vocals of All We Need ;O;

I've come to the conclusion we don't get to see Rick at all in this

hearing all this makes me so happy i have a tattoo for this album uwu

I can't wait for Gimme a Kiss aka the Slut Song

P L E A S E TOUR WITH THE STRUTS I AM LITERALLY BEGGING

"We just wanted a smash-you-in-the-face song" -phil (smash you in the face, huh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

this whole experience of recording DSH sounds like them having a sleepover

joe calling Gimme a Kiss "playful" and "fun" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) is that what he calls it?

seriously. i can't STOP looking at joe's silver chest hair 👁👄👁

viv saying "Elton Joe" and I can't believe I didn't think of that first bc one of the first things I thought of Goodbye for Good This Time was that Elton should cover it

there is def Elton influence on this album and that's prob another reason why I love it so much

THEY REALLY ARE TALKING WITH THEIR HANDS THEY'RE SO PASSIONATE ABOUT IT AWWWW IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM SO HAPPY

joe wanting to punch his 22 year old self in the face bc of him making melodies so high to sing

joe: *talking about how Lifeless was just a generic heartbreak thing at that it wasn't inspired by anyone hurting him*

me:

this is really Phil and Joe PowerHour huh (not complaining)

viv did the solo on Unbreakable catch me loving it even more

i stg they don't even MENTION Rick once

"making From Here to Eternity was like giving birth to an elephant" -sav

sav calling it one of the oldest songs on the album

From Here to Eternity being about a love triangle where a man kills his lover's mistress

joe actually using the phrase "murder ballad"

viv calling From Here to Eternity a sav song "in case you can't tell- bc it's got that dramatic vibe to it"

viv's solo in From Here to Eternity being placed in the wrong spot but viv liking it better (and so do I)

they need to make a music video for FHTE in black and white as a film noir change my mind

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[experimentjr]

Ráðgríðr’s Backstory

This I think is my favorite backstory. It has everything >:D a purpose, a love interest, death and powers. I present to you:

Ráðgríðr‘s backstory

Ráðgríðr was born from a mother who she never knew the name and a father who was never present and only received gifts at the door on certain occasions, which meant that she always had to act as the lady of the house like her mother right from childhood. She cleaned, cooked, tended the fields, sold and bought in nearby villages, all while her mother did other chores around the house, never stopping to play or live like a child and wondered if their lives were going to be spent in this cruel cycle and replay of survival until the sweet death, where they would spend eternity in the vast snowy wasteland that was Helheim. The mere thought of spending eternity without even having a life took away the few hours of sleep she had.

Despite the girl hardly sleeping, her mother always seemed more tired than her, which implied that she didn't sleep at all and this worried her, who started to do even more household chores so that her mother could at least have some peace (even though it did not help). Her mother always seemed agitated, worried and often peeked out the windows looking for something or someone, which was strange because they never received visitors and lived in the middle of the woods, in addition to having been advised by her mother several times to take several alternative paths when she returned from the village. It was strange but she never disobeyed her, so she didn't question it.

Their lives were hard and it didn't seem to make sense to Ráðgríðr, who couldn't stop thinking about how she couldn't stand working as a slave anymore, until everything seemed to change on her 10th birthday, when she received an unexpected visitor knocking on her door: a snake, so long it could go around the house and bite its own tail, and with a body so thick it could be mistaken for a tree trunk. The little girl tried to scream but her voice died, along with what seemed like half her life span, but after her mother welcomed the snake with a happiness she had never seen before, fear turned to confusion until the great snake transformed into a man, triple the size of a human and with blaze hair and limbs the color of copper fire. He wore only a petticoat made of greenish scales and a large green cape; his eyes were as bright as his hair, and his upper and lower lips had uniform scars, similar to holes as if he had sewn up his mouth. The one there before the girl was none other than Loki, the god of trickery and fire.

Her jaw dropped, such was the surprise of having a god in front of her. Her mother, on the other hand, didn't just look surprised, but ecstatic with him, and didn't wait to give him a long kiss before hugging him tightly as he sat in a chair too small for him. This "simple" act caused a strange feeling in Ráðgríðr’s stomach. Something very bad that she couldn't describe what it was, but that person in front of her caused an unbearable urge to scream and then tears fell down her face as she went to him and threw several punches, kicks and scratches on the god's leg. Her mother and the god were surprised by this sudden violence until it was explained to them by her that she knew that was her father, but she was so angry for having spent those years living like a nobody while her father was living the best life in Asgard, however, after a few more seconds of punches, kicks and scratches, the girl just hugged his leg tightly while crying. Loki understood how his daughter felt, but she was still too young to understand what he was going through and what he would go through in the future, including herself. Then, he lifted her easily from the ground and returned the hug, taking a few more tears from the child and said that he tried and tried to come back but that he couldn't because he didn't want the other gods to find out about her family.

He then explained to her that, because he wasn't exactly a god, he was always treated with disdain by the other gods and the same would happen to both of them because they were related to him, but that he would spend the time he couldn't with them and that she wouldn't would worry more about providing for the family. Those words soothed the girl so much that the first thing she did was finally rest like a normal person, something she hadn't done in a long time. Time passed and the girl could now only worry about one thing: being a child. With that, she began to go out to the neighboring village and make friends, and one in particular that caught her attention: first because of her size, being twice that of a child her age, then her darknight hair, which fell to below her shoulders and, finally, what stood out most were her eyes the color of red-hot metal.

Ráðgríðr couldn't take her eyes off a girl so different, so… beautiful. Her attention then went from the girl to the little group that was there, as she didn't fail to notice how they ran away from her shouting "The Eldstepa is here! Run!" and she will burn us! Don't let her look at you!" But, instead of running like the other children, Ráðgríðr was delighted with the girl and, as she approached her (who drew back fearfully, covering her autumn eyes) said that she had never seen someone so different and beautiful before. That blushed her. The two chatted a little, but they already knew that at that moment, a great friendship was starting.

Because of something she still didn't understand, she and her father had to flee their place of origin after their mother was killed. The two then stopped near this village and decided to rest, but when she woke up, she was alone. That was five years ago and when Ráðgríðr asked about her real name, she explained that she had forgotten it long ago, as she had always been called Eldstepa, "blaze girl." An awkward silence hovered over the two until Ráðgríðr breaks it by saying if the girl wanted to be called that and says she could even create a name for her. Her friend is surprised by what the other had said and replies that it wouldn't make any difference. Ráðgríðr laughs and, after a few minutes of thinking, decides to call her new friend Logi. An unusual and strange name, since it practically meant the same thing as the insults she received, but when Ráðgríðr held her face and said that the difference was that this name was special to her, Logi was even more surprised by her new friend. She had finally found someone who wasn't afraid of herself and she projected a big smile, something Ráðgríðr figured she hadn't done in a while. The little girl then praised her new friend's eyes and said she had never seen such beautiful eyes. Logi blushed once more and said it was special as they could see people's evil, secrets, their hearts "no, not literally" and even things that normal beings couldn't see, and that’s why she didn’t walk away from Ráðgríðr as she wasn't a bad person. Ráðgríðr couldn't contain her excitement and said she couldn't wait to see this ‘magic’ in action.

The days, weeks, months and even years had passed since her father's arrival and even the family had grown with the birth of two little girls. Ráðgríðr and Logi spent their days together, playing and talking together, never leaving each other's side and even spending nights and more nights looking at the starry sky and imagining what they two would be like in the future. Undoubtedly Logi and Ráðgríðr were living their best life and it didn't look like it would end… but every up has its down. One day, waking up to her sisters crying, Ráðgríðr found her mother crying quietly in front of the fireplace, and when she asked about her father and received no answers from her mother, a horrible feeling went through her chest like a knife. She didn't know what to feel at the moment. Whether it was anger, sadness, anguish or even guilt. Then the girl left the house in tears and deeper into the woods, bad thoughts flooding her head and bewildering her until she tripped over a root and tumbled down a depression, blacking out as she hit a rock.

The girl woke up soon later and, when she got up, she found herself lost. Fear consuming her, Ráðgríðr tried to scream for help but no one came and then, while looking around for someone, she saw a small child-like being that, at first, seemed to be a normal kid until she noticed her messy white hair and a round mask of what looked like an attempt of a skull carving. The child waved at her playfully and beckoned her to follow him. The boy ran as if he knew the forest with the palm of his hand and moved as if hovered above the ground, making it almost impossible to follow him but with great effort, Ráðgríðr arrived in what looked like a clearing covered by treetops and hidden by large bushes and roots from which was a wide well, roots drinking from it from the girl's opposite side. A tree in the shape of the being that followed towered over the well, its hands raised as if reaching for the tops and, from them, a liquid spurted into the well, always keeping it full. The little being was just below the statue, then he pointed to the girl, to the well and finally to something that was behind her from where, what had once been trees, was a gigantic golden mask, partially hidden by red hair. Her mere presence caused such intense despair, Ráðgríðr woke up from the dream she was having.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been unconscious, only that she'd woken up in a hurry and upon noticing from openings on the treetops, the sky was now at its scarlet color. Hands still shaking, she clutched her chest tightly, slowly calming down to then realize she was back at the top of the forest, before even falling into the depression. The dream she had was strange but she was afraid something in there would be important in the near future. It was not the time for that though. As she returned home, already imagining her mother worried about having been away for so long, she noticed that above the treetops, a large cloud of smoke was rising. She imagined the worst when she got close to the clearing where her house was, only to find it ablaze. completely covered by flames.

The sight of her home, the place where she was born and lived all her life, the clothes in her closet, the toys under her bed, the memories she had with her parents and sisters, all being consumed by fire, made her enter into a state of panic never felt before. Her breathing quickened and her vision blurred as she knelt down from the lack of strength in her legs, crying and sobbing in panic, screaming for her mother and sisters, but before she realized her surroundings, something behind her was going to put an end to her life. Feeling fear at that moment should be common, but after witnessing her home and  probably family turn to ashes in front of her, Ráðgríðr felt relief that she would be reunited with her mother and sisters. She closed her eyes.

What followed lasted only a second: the sound of something cutting through the wind, quick footsteps, the sound of something hitting someone, a groan of pain and a loud thud against a tree. When she opened his eyes, the stranger who would put an end to her was lying under a tree, unconscious and who had saved her was none other than Logi, who had her sisters on her back held by a strap and, before understanding what was happening, Logi grabs her around the waist and runs into the forest as fast as she can. Asking what was going on, Logi explains to her that someone had sent assassins to end her father's bloodline and that she had arrived before them looking for her, when two men arrived to attack them, killing her mother and burning her house. She, on the other hand, managed to escape with her sisters. Ráðgríðr asks about two when there was only one in the house, when the second man arrives from Logi's side and punches her in the jaw, knocking her out and sending her flying. Ráðgríðr then had to fight the man alone, and barely managed to do so, until Logi returned and helped her kill the man. The second man was difficult but with Logi's strength and with a knife that the smaller one stole from the first, the two managed to subdue him.

Ráðgríðr wept like never before after the battle over her mother's death, the possible capture of her father and the destruction of her house, the rain that had started a few minutes ago soaking her and freezing her and Logi had to carry her to safety since he couldn't even stand to walk because of the injuries she had. The two decided that they would flee from the village because it was no longer a safe place. A short time passed when they discovered that their father had been taken by the god of vengeance Váli Odinson and killed Ráðgríðr's half-sister, Nótt by turning Váli Lokison, her other half-brother, into a wolf to slaughter her and use her entrails as ropes to bind Loki. The two men who attacked her were just servants of the god of vengeance, sent to silence them.

Seeking revenge against Váli Odinson and to save her father, Ráðgríðr decides to head to the cave where Loki is but Logi stops her, explaining that she didn’t even know where the cave was and someone would be on guard to keep him from leaving. The taller girl then explains that there has to be a way for them to get the power to end the gods and Ráðgríðr remembers the dream she had. She explained about it and they deduced that it could be a sign so they set off in search of knowledge. They traveled for a few years across the continent in order to learn more and more, until they came face to face with another servant of Váli named Mikisgr, this one much more skilled than the previous ones and who proved an enemy impossible to defeat, even with all four fighting together. and running was the only option.

For a few more years they eluded the servant and had several quarrels among themselves, where for some time they were divided, with Ráðgríðr and Logi going in one direction and their sisters in the other. The pain of saying goodbye to someone who loves for different ideals hurt the Lokidottir and Logi was extremely against a family breaking up like this, but her friend was so focused on her plan against Váli that she couldn't see who she was really hurting in the process. It took Logi to get hurt on one of their adventures for Ráðgríðr to understand what was at stake. That made her be much more careful with her decisions from now on. The fight she had with her sisters still gave her nightmares and she was afraid she would never see them again, causing her panic attacks and they had to take time to rest, when they got involved in another adventure, this time about Logi's past.

Over time, with questions and more dangers involving Logi, it was discovered that Logi was the daughter of a great night giant and former ruler of the night giants but had been dethroned by Máni a long time ago. Before dying for Dellingr, however, Máni had ordered his servants to kill the giant, as Dellingr wanted him back in the role of regent of the night and that was the reason for her mother's death. Logi received this information with such anger that her eyes burned with fury, tears falling from them, and decided to find her father. Ráðgríðr took her hand and decided to follow her. At least Ráðgríðr could bring her to her senses. The journey took several months, but for some reason Mikisgr was no longer after them, which could mean only one thing: they were after Ráðgríðr's sisters. Despite this, the girl followed Logi wherever she went and even tried to hide her concern so that her partner wouldn't back down. This never worked out as Logi could see people's emotions. However, it would all be worth it in the end.

They finally arrived as far away as the legends could reach. A place as cold as the strongest blizzard and shrouded in a blanket of unending night: they were in fjällenott, the realm of the night giants, in Jötunheim. Despite its imposing size, the castle appeared to have been empty for a long time. When they arrived inside, however, they were greeted by several aggressive beings that fed on the walls and floors of the castle. After the quick and aggressive battle (on Logi's part), they arrived in the throne room, where their father sat motionless on the giant throne. When calling for him, the giant slowly opens his eyes and is surprised by his daughter. The father, still in disbelief, asks if it's not another one of his hallucinations and she answers him, now making him lift a few meters from the chair, and falling back into it soon after, gasping. This worried her as he didn't look well. He explains that after hiding her, he was found by the servants of Máni, who left him in this state and even after winning the battle, he was very weak and didn't want to put him in any more danger, so he returned to his homeland and decided to make his old castle his grave. Logi felt helpless, her father, who hadn't seen him in years, was in front of her but could barely get up to give her a hug, so weak that he barely remembered her name. She felt weak but with Ráðgríðr's help, she calmed down and understood the situation, so she slowly went to her father and gave him what felt like their last hug. Ráðgríðr decided to leave them alone when the former king called for her, asking if she was Loki's daughter. When he said yes, the giant first thanked him for protecting his daughter, taking out a few embarrassed laughs from her, and pointed to the back of his throne, in the room behind him, and told her to take a letter that someone had left for him, in addition to all the gold she could carry.

Behind him was the biggest pile of treasure she had ever seen. Never before has her human and greedy side spoken louder than now, but it wasn't time for that (yet). She searched and searched for the letter, but finding a piece of paper among tons of gold was not an easy task. Until she found a box with a skull face identical to the one in her dream and there it was: the letter with all the information and location of the well once seen in the dreams. She couldn't believe she was holding the object they had been looking for over 5 years. Though, when she returned, already with her bags heavy with gold, she saw her partner sitting on the arm of the father's throne, telling him the stories she had lived, in tears but happy. She decided it was best to leave her alone with him. 

Who knows how much time passed, only that Logi had left the throne room with a smile she'd only seen once (when they became friends) and wiping her eyes on her sleeves. The two set off back to Midgard and finally with enough information to trace the route to the well Ráðgríðr had long dreamed of and even who that gigantic being in the golden mask was. The journey to the place was tortuous and dangerous, even more so after Mikisgr returned to hunt them after all these months, separating them on the trip and making Ráðgríðr reach her destination alone.

Instead of the clearing that she remembered in the dream, the well was inside a deep cave, from where the statue of the dream spirit was made of stone, but it was there, as she had once seen. Now, Ráðgríðr took the time to read exactly what she would have to do to use the well's blessing and when she understood what it was about, her face lost its color: she would have to sacrifice her most beloved treasure to have the blessing. Just in time, Logi arrives. Ráðgríðr looks at her beloved Logi, who asks what had happened and why she still hasn't gained her powers. She tried to explain, but she babbled too much and was shaking, so Logi really understood what it was all about. The smaller woman repeated several times that she wouldn't do it, that there must be another way and even considered sacrificing one of the sisters if they were still alive, which caused Logi to slap her cheek, bewildering her for a second. The taller one scolded her in a way she had never heard before. She should never even think about using a relative as if they were nothing more than a disposable thing and for a moment, they were quiet, until Logi starts talking before being attacked by Mikisgr.

The ensuing battle was fierce and it was only after two arrows pierced the servant's back that Ráðgríðr and Logi had the chance to deliver their final attack. Her sisters had arrived in the cave to save the day, but at a price. Logi had taken a deadly attack and perhaps wasn't going to make it, so the last resort available was… Ráðgríðr once again refused, now tears on her face. She refused and refused yet in the end, there was nothing else to do. The sisters walked out of the dome, leaving them in their last moments alone. With a few words to each other and a long, sad kiss, Logi said goodbye to Ráðgríðr and fell into the well, making it glow bright green. The light reflects in her eyes, burning them in green embers. After the excruciating pain had passed, Ráðgríðr found herself with new eyes and just in time, for Mikisgr had not died yet. The man said he would finish her once and for all, but looking into her glowing eyes, Mikisgr fell under her spell, now a slave to her countrol. With eyes still in tears, Ráðgríðr ordered him to return to his master and say that he had killed the daughters of Loki that he had been ordered to kill.

When the sisters saw the man leave the cave, they quickly drew their bows, but were soon stopped by Ráðgríðr, now with her new eyes, who explained to them that they could now act without worrying about the gods. Finally their plan began, and with the news that her sisters had found a rune that would make them truly unknown to the gods, her plan became even easier. With the new rune and eye magic, Ráðgríðr and her sisters reached the last level achievable for female warriors: becoming Valkyries, and no god would even doubt the veracity of their deeds and their sisters or who they were. It was all going according to plan. There was only one thing she should do first. 

In her room, many years later, she received an unusual invitation and upon reading it her structure shook. With her Valkyrie position and power, Ráðgríðr then went to Sólmani to be reunited with a dear person she hadn't seen in a long time.

#Hilda #hilda fanart #hilda netflix #hilda the show #hilda the series #hilda au #au #alternate universe #hilda and the allmother #hilda and the all-mother #original character #original creation #original story #oc #backstory #valkyrie #valkyrie backstory #ráðgríðr #radgridr #exjr original

[myezblog]

Things that don’t matter, yet matter

1. This is his going commondo pants from ep 7 handjob scene

2. Priorities!!.. Change shirt first.. i told you Vegas and Kim are similar (both going from white to black)

3. Not a good brand promotion, specially when Apple is known for security

Also, why do you need to loginto the cctv network to run a pen drive on your laptop?? Which idiot would use a new pendrive on server? 

Lol.. and mcbook air as per the annual reports latest quarter earning announcement was one of the highest selling product.. h ehe.. bad promotion

4. The first time he actually utters his name. Just saying! Not that it matters... and its chay, not porschay.. you know chay, as in the guitar pic chay.. because Porschay gave him the right to associate chay with kim

5. Amateur Shot!.. Dear Pond, next time.. the shirt needs to go way way up.. it is all for making better art.. truly :P

6. If you need proof of how well Kim fights ( the guy is still reeling from that ONE punch.. K, V.. take classes)

7. I am very serious about energy conservation.. this is not cool.. Mr. pond.. take notes

8. Liike, all i need to do is pull that ear ring so hard, that the pain will have you on your knees.. How Easy!!..  (kinn needs to go through basics of mafia training, pretty sure daddy paid money to have him pass the exam.. NEPOTISM CARD) .. (chill.. this one really is a joke, nepotism isn’t though)

9. Do you have contact lens to fight in the field..

10. I guess, only lover can call “Chay”

9. 4 moles on this side of the face. it is an exam question. Don’t fight with me on this.

10. Inner monologue “Why am i always stuck with idiots and morons and such stupid beings”

9. Bit of palmistry here.. you see the two prominent lines around the thumb, running as parallel .. a lot of people have these intersect or converge at some point (you can check yours)

Simply means, this person is very strong willed and minded and opinionated.. he/she will do what he/she wants to do.. which includes personal and romantic relationship.. so ya.. not the one you can control..

Yes, its build hand, so build’s psyche.. but you know.. pete ain’t so far off

11. Either you are a bad actor, or Pond has some weird comic taste :P . how am i to buy this “in love with you, obsessed with you, insecured that you might actually like porsche” face

but then you look like a villain with that constant smug look

12. lol.. this relationship.. who is manipulating whom?.. Tawan has his own bodyguards who will willingly go against Vegas

13. inner monologue 2 -> we got tired of pointing guns at each other.. these guys are taking too many takes to get this scene done.. 

13. Told you, not important yet important.. there is a mole there

14. There was no need to try so hard to prove this point. Even his dad knows it.. everyone does

14. Take lessons Kinn.. take out your ear ring when going to battlefield.. otherwise.. very easy to get you on your knees.. fighting 101

15. Personally, want to see what acting prowess will he show to differentiate this scene from when he kisses pete..

16. The guy on the right, in blue.. lol.. he changed his position after dying. .and i guess watching the show from heaven.. sorry dude.. shooting still going on

17. Bad shooting skills. None of the main characters can kill right by shooting

18. 3 moles on this side of the face. Told you it is an exam question (4 , if you count the one in the ear)

19. Not perked up, he is not excited.. lol..now i need to compare it when he is with pete ( in some alternate universe because BOC ain’t giving more than 2 min of VP in this season for sure)

20. it ain’t gold.. that’s all i am saying

21. And this too

22. This timestamp, i didn’t realize the first time round.. vegas kissed tawan on the neck.. and there is the voice for it...

Dude real trust issues.. when you pull this off with pete.. i am going to second guess

23. ok, fine.. he calls him chay too

24. Allow me to complete the sentence again

“... give him time, just as I gave my little brother time.. we haven’t spoken in eternity, and see we are doing just fine! “

26. 3 brothers but really not similar

26. you lied to me.. my entire timeline is thrown out of the window.. you said you will appear in ep 12

27. Inner monologue:

Chess is a game of finesses. Why am I stuck amongst these goons. Should really just put out a job notice on looking for a heir for an age old mafia corporate

28. half leg waxed, half not.. is that a style?

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kinn porsche #kinn x porsche #kinnporsche cast

[princessroyal95]

This is love (Charlotte Katakuri x Hirawashi Len) [English version]

Summary

Who can love a monster like Charlotte Katakuri? He is the son of Charlotte Linlin, known as Big Mom, and the question of the second eldest child in the family is who could love someone like him.

The idea of him falls apart when he meets a somewhat tsundere girl, but with a heart of gold that will make the commander fall in love.

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Chapter XVI

The day arrived when both lovers spoke to Big Mom to tell him the good news. They were calm. They shouldn't be nervous, should they? Today was the Tea Party and Katakuri knows it's the right time to tell his mother. That he and Len would get married. They are going to be husband and wife. The young woman was wearing her engagement ring with pride no matter if others notice that detail.

Katakuri is detail-oriented when it comes to these things. He wanted everything to go smoothly. He wanted his other brothers to accept the wedding as Linlin did. Although the latter will accept as his strongest son and one of the commanders will marry the strongest girl in Grand Line. And speaking of them, the two were in the training room. Len was determined to accompany Katakuri to that place because she wanted to train with him.

And clearly, he has not denied it. He loved being with her and he would be like that for all eternity. But deep down, he was interested in knowing what the young woman could do against him. He knows that she has a supernatural strength because of what she told him and he would like to prove it. And he took the opportunity that no one was in the room today. Being big can be difficult for Len; however, she had an advantage in terms of height. Katakuri may find it difficult to keep up with him.

Both of them position themselves to fight and start their training routine. When Katakuri receives one of Len's fists he didn't expect that to make him back up quite a bit. He was impressed. He has noticed it in his own flesh. But he knows that that was not enough to send him flying like he has done with Ghechis or when he first met her. She was holding back.

"Get your full potential."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not like the others," the big guy rectifies by getting into position, "I can take your punches."

"Except for that one slap," she laughs as she remembers.

"Because you caught me off guard."

"Oh, yeah, right."

Len runs towards him taking big strides and is going to hit him; however, she did not expect Katakuri to use his Armor Haki leaving her unprepared. How she hated the big guy using that to defend himself. She even blows up her cheeks in annoyance. This made him laugh Katakuri who even sketches a smile that is not noticeable under his scarf. Len hits him again and again, wanting the boy to fall.

And Katakuri was not expected to use his ability to immobilize Len's legs. She was trapped. She was making every effort to move. How could the mochi be so hard? She noticed that the commander approached her and with one hand he began to slowly lift her up to her height. Both of them look at each other's eyes.

"You're a cheater," says the angry girl.

"Oh, you think so?" They were alone in that room and he could do whatever he wanted with her.

"Of course I could."

"I don't like to cheat, but with you I'll do whatever it takes," he purrs very close to the girl's face and dodges a fist from her easily.

"He fights like a man," she says, raising her other fist, but is stopped by Katakuri's hands, which he holds tightly.

"And I am fighting, but in a very different way." He lowered his scarf a little, taking advantage of the opportunity that the two of them were alone.

"No kissing is worthwhile." The girl moves her face away a little as she saw him coming. On the other hand, the mochi attracts the girl's body even more.

"In this battle it's worth it."

He was about to kiss her, but he hears someone open the door of that room. He freezes for a moment, and thanks to Len who loosens his grip and covers his mouth with his scarf. He peeps out a little to see who was and was Cracker along with Oven and Daifuku. The three brothers look at the scene and smile amusingly.

"Are we interrupting something?" Oven asks with his arms crossed.

"No, you saved my ass," the girl honestly hugs Katakuri by the neck, "I was going to be raped by your brother."

"It's not true." His voice was a bit annoying.

"Hey, let's kiss on the honeymoon." Daifuku hits Katakuri's back.

"Or rather, the things of grown-ups."

"How fine you are, Cracker."

"There are children here."

"What children?" asks Oven confusedly.

"Are you calling me a brat?!" shouts Len almost making Katakuri deaf.

"Hey, you let Katakuri call you Hobbit."

"Because I let him!"

"Well, that's it, I'll get out of here deaf," says Katakuri with his eyes closed almost bearing the screams of his future wife.

"I'm sorry, my love," says Len lovingly caressing the face of her future husband.

"My love?!" Now it is the other three who have shouted and Katakuri was very red.

"What's wrong?! Can't I call him that, you bastards?!"

To Katakuri's ears it sounded a bit corny, but it was sweet that he called it that. He hid his face in the gap between her neck and shoulder, where it began to purr slightly. Len, for his part, strokes the head of this one laughing softly as she sees that he was behaving like a child. It was her big boy, no doubt about it. She felt the mochi disappearing, freeing her legs, but being held by Katakuri's arms.

The commander turned with her to look at his brothers to see what they wanted. Cracker looks at a detail that Len has and it was the ring on her finger. Has he already asked her to marry him? He smiles broadly as he sees that his brother has already taken the final step. And now, what will happen? 'He'll tell Mum, for sure', thought Cracker.

"Have you come to train or to bother? asks Katakuri, letting himself be caressed by the girl.

"Well, if you want, we can leave you alone," Oven proposes with his hands raised in innocence.

"Don't bother," says Len looking at the three brothers.

"Are you sure?" Daifuku approaches the weights to begin his training.

"We were both training until Katakuri gave him a chance to play."

A grunt heard in Katakuri's throat as if he didn't like what the girl said very much. However, there was nothing he could do. The urge to play with her was too tempting. Who can't resist? Look at the clock on the wall of the room, seeing what time it was. There was still time for the Tea Party and to break the news to Linlin.

They should take advantage of this time to train with her along with his brothers. It's time to put in a good word.

The entire Charlotte family was gathered at the Tea Party where Linlin enjoyed the food as never before as did his children. Everyone was doing their own thing. That meant they talked to each other or preferred to keep eating their favourite food. Len was next to Katakuri seeing that the man had not eaten a single bite. And she understood him perfectly. There are some brothers who do not know the secret of the big man and it was better to hide it.

Instead, she was enjoying the delicious chocolate that the chefs brought to taste. She had never complained. Katakuri would occasionally look at her out of the corner of his eye and laugh softly when he saw his future wife eating like that. He felt like stroking her head to pamper her, but he restrained himself in the presence of his family. However, he gradually rises, drawing attention to everything, including Linlin's.

"Is something wrong, Katakuri?" asks Big Mom strangely.

"I want to communicate something." He raises his hand to where Len was, and he fucks it without a problem. "Len has already chosen who will marry her."

"Who?!" The woman raises her voice when she hears the magic word.

"With her son Charlotte Katakuri," Len announces, leaving everyone speechless.

"Mamamama! That means the wedding has to be prepared! And the cake! There's no time to lose!"

The brothers rise to celebrate this great news. The sisters, like Smoothie, got up to approach Len and ask her to be the godmother or to go and buy the dress. The young Hirawashi was getting overwhelmed with so many women on top of her. She needed air urgently. Katakuri only laughed at what was happening. However, he was included. Brûlée, for example, came over to tell his brother about the suit that he had found one in a shop. Now he is the one who is overwhelmed.

Both of them really feel overwhelmed with so many people around them. Was it a good idea to communicate this? It was already too late to delay the time and that this did not happen. The two look at each other and can only do one thing: try to sneak out so that he would leave them alone. Although it is not an easy task, the truth is.

Len, being a little girl, had no problem getting out of the hustle and bustle of sisters who kept asking her how she wanted the dress. And well, Katakuri was still fighting with all his strength to get out of there. He even apologized for not listening to his beloved brothers. It tasted awful to him, but it was too much to bear. Len was already outside the dining room together with Katakuri and they both closed the door quickly.

"I never thought that I was running away from my own brothers," confesses Katakuri bending all his body to be at Len's level.

"I was already struggling with so much of buying the dress and so on," she wipes the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

"But that's all there is to it." He holds her in his arms as if she were a simple doll. "You're going to be my wife."

"And you my husband." She puts her hand on his face almost caressing the area of the scar.

"Who would have thought that you and I would end up like this?

"People will be saying: 'Have you gone mad or what?'" Laughs the girl leaning her forehead against his.

"I don't care what they say." Katakuri had his mind made up as he put his hand on the girl's belly. "Do you think we'll have any surprises?"

"I just hope I don't have twins or triplets because I'm dying."

"Exaggerated."

She takes off the major's scarf a bit to give him a little kiss on his lips taking advantage of the fact that there was nobody around. Katakuri purrs with pleasure caressing the girl's stomach area. He wants to take her home and have sex with her all day. He wanted her too much. And if she gets pregnant there would be no fun for both of them. He can only pamper her and give her all the love in the world.

Without hesitation, he walks to one of the mirrors in that large room and Len realizes Katakuri's intentions. She strikes her chest hard to get his attention, but seems to ignore him completely.

"Katakuri, don't even think about it!"

"I want to play with you." His voice becomes somewhat manly to Len's ears.

"Put me down!" This time he was using brute force to stop the big guy. How could he not be impressed?

"No." Once he entered the Mirror World and for young Len there was no turning back. She is already in Katakuri territory.

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"Do I really have to wear this dress?"

"But it fits you beautifully."

Pudding together with Smoothie, Galette and Brûlée were with Len on the theme of the bridal gown. The four sisters were excited to see how the girl would look in those costumes. For Len it was a torture. How is it possible that all women are excited to wear a wedding dress? At least not her. It looked too corny. And on top of that, white. And look how pale she is, like snow itself. Black would suit her, but she would look like a widow later.

She doesn't know how many suits she wears, but it was making her too tired. She wants to finish now and sleep once and for all. Katakuri will surely not have it difficult because it is only a suit that is adjustable for him and that's it. Will he wear the scarf to the wedding? Knowing him, yes.

He already wears the last suit. The commander's sisters were not very convinced by the previous suits. However, their eyes light up to see Len as a real princess in that outfit. If Katakuri saw her at that very moment, he would be gawking at her for about five minutes.

"With a hairstyle and good make-up you'll be beautiful," says Galette already having an idea.

"Tell me you like this one at the end."

"Are you tired?" she asks, unable to help but laugh.

"This is fucking exhausting."

"But it's your wedding! You should be happy!"

"I am, but this picking outfits thing is not my thing." She wanted so badly to take it off.

"That's why we're here to help you." Smoothie drinks from her glass without looking at the girl. "You're obviously indecisive."

'And you too, don't fuck with me', made her want to kill someone right then and there. How will Katakuri do?

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"Colours too warm. Too dull. I don't like it."

"Katakuri!"

Well, I think he also has the same problem as Len, a bit hesitant when it comes to choosing a suit. He's tried on a few and none of them made him feel comfortable.

"And then we say that women are the most complicated," Daifuku says with a drop on his temple.

"But this suit fits you like a glove." His older brother Perospero was holding that garment.

"And I don't like it."

"Do you want to wear black all over?" Cracker was holding another one of that colour.

"Your girlfriend is going to wear white and you're going to wear black. It's not a good combination." Oven was not very convinced.

"What do you mean? On second thought they would be like Ying and Yang, representing them as woman and man."

"Since when have you become a wise man, Cracker?"

"I read, you asshole!" he shouts to Oven.

Katakuri just sighs taking the hanger that Cracker was holding and goes into the changing room to put it on. He was already very tired of taking off and putting on clothes. He looks at himself in the mirror turning a little to see how that garment fit. The truth is that the dark colours looked good on the commander. He was already imagining Len in his white colour, letting her velvety skin shine a little more.

He was already going to another place and didn't realize that his brothers pulled back the curtain a little bit to see him. And he quickly covered his face with the scarf.

"One thing: will you wear that to the wedding?" asks Daifuku pointing to the scarf.

"You know perfectly well that I cannot show my face to anyone."

"But that would be ugly of you."

"It's your decision, Daifuku," Oven reproaches him, understanding his brother. "Will you take that one?"

"It looks pretty good on me, doesn't it?"

"You bet it does," laughs Perospero.

"Well, I'll take it."

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Len spent her life in Katakuri's house and it is not because she wants to, but because the commander kidnapped her to bring her there and do with her what he wanted. Both were a little bit nervous because the wedding was approaching and the girl was already surrendered. She did not want to move from the bed, she was comfortable. Even more so when Katakuri was with her caressing the area of her spine with his fingers.

She loved that way of pampering her while she rested her whole body trying not to think about anything. Katakuri took advantage from time to time of kissing her naked back and resting his cheek on it. Being with her made him feel a thousand wonders. He purred as if he were a cat enjoying this pleasant sensation of peace and tranquility. They both did not want to get out of bed, they were very comfortable in it.

Len turned her body a little to look at those maroon eyes she liked so much. It was a unique and attractive colour. Katakuri's arms surround the girl's small body while he rests his head again, this time between Len's breasts, but without looking away from them. Their connection is so unique that they did not need to talk. It was all visual language.

"Kata," she calls to him as her fingers caress his cheekbones, "I'm not sure if the wedding will be perfect."

"Why do you say that?"

"I might screw up at any moment."

"As long as you're with me, nothing will happen," he says quietly with his eyes closed, inhaling the girl's scent.

"Such a perfectionist." Unwittingly, she yawns, rubbing one of her eyes.

"It is the truth."

"I know you mean it with the truth."

And he is absolutely right, with Katakuri everything was going to be great. She didn't have to worry. Young Len's fingers began to tangle in the commander's wild hair. He simply purrs like a cat when receiving such caresses. He would spend his whole life like this with her. And that is going to happen soon. He was anxious for the time to come and for everyone to know that the most feared pirate in the family, Charlotte and son of the Yonkou, was married to the strongest girl in the Grand Line.

Len's hands slowly descend where her fingers make small circles on Katakuri's tattoo. It was huge, yes, it was enough for him to just run over it with two of his fingers. He sighs slowly hugging Len's body a little more to be more comfortable. Although he can crush it with his body. And now he was caressing that scar that runs along one of his cheeks. Touching every stitch and even one of his fangs.

Who would have thought that a pirate with a high reward would be so adorable? Many don't see it that way. She can admire Katakuri's inner and outer beauty, she liked what her eyes were seeing. That's why she chose him. And not because his face is unique, but because deep down he can see a Katakuri who wanted to protect at all costs what matters most to him. And he has shown throughout this month that they have been getting to know each other.

"Len." Listen to him call and stop his caresses. "If you get pregnant, do you promise not to get in the way of the battle?"

"Do you want me to promise something that will be impossible?"

"I don't want you to get hurt." His hand rests on her belly.

"I can take care of myself," she reproaches him.

"I know, but you will be in danger including the creature."

She holds Katakuri's face to look at her. She shows a small smile.

"How cute you are when you are protective."

"You know perfectly well how I am."

"I know." She implants a small kiss on her lips. "And I like it."

Katakuri smiles when she hears the news that he is returning to his old position without stopping to caress the girl's belly. He was already looking forward to forming a family with her, but first the wedding

And that will be in a week's time.

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Chapter XV.

Chapter XVII.

#one piece #romance #charlotte katakuri #oc #original character #katakuri one piece #english language

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also appreciating thee range we get to just make up for winston re: What Ifs for intimate relationships :) fully unhindered by canon, wherein those for him & his ilk are only mentioned like "yeah losers get dumped" vs that what's worth devoted screentime is "ofc you're a catch worth effort, until finally [the business] effects are too much" like, thrilling always lol

tayston the eternal the iconic like, quasi rivals even through kompenso & that delightful little push & pull, to situationship fwb, to [what are we? including [friends]?? / i have feelings for you not telling you which ones], to lovers, or to [alleged lack of personal connection], or to that but back to lovers, etc & so forth. can have no drama, light drama, quite a bit of it, a metric ton. get to fuck a lot, talk a lot, hang out together, have trans & autistic solidarity & understanding. be hilarious, and so serious. what Isn't there to say? they can have the range, & beyond it. it's what they deserve

benston like, theoretically smoother basically immediately mutual [want to date] feelings, to dating, the obvious use of axe cap noncompete for drama, but also, it can be not that. or it can make them exes, or not, or they can meet in s5 for quasi rivals to hmm nvm. let's kiss. being able to go like yeah fuck it simultaneous benston & tayston (& taylaur), tmc polycule always guaranteed a good time. some drama as well just in any degree of a slowburn due to classic presumed [this Can't be mutual]ness, winston thinking people don't just like him, supposedly especially when they're Sweet, ben faced w/someone with what's sort of an Intensity compared to his own usual demeanor, when usually that spells being run over at 500mph, even if ppl supposedly find him Sweet....even if winston supposedly does that. but imo that's like, quantingly, in how he "drives fast" in the first place, which is, moves in microseconds. if he were to ever be interpersonally punching ppl in the face & running them over, we might've been shown that once....even when sparring indirectly with ben it's like, this is quite subdued & fleeting lol especially compared w/what either of them get from other ppl like all the time. or, heck, we can imagine they held on to some semi petty quasi rivalry a while after that, until basically forgetting to keep that up one day / effectively both failing to keep a straight (lol) face about it eventually. canon offers so much room that we can just do whatever

even re: tmc polycule that like, somewhat bonus humorous what if that is mafee noticing he's at the lgbtquant fund & going "am i an outlier or? how would i Know know....how do you get in on a sexual encounter w/another man...." like crashing around questioning & winston is like, okay look, in the interest of convenience & preempting any potential disasters. and then that makes their [friends, sometimes? but also mafee is, somewhat mafeely, a dick to him sometimes, including that he can't even muster caring abt winston being harassed, threatened, & attacked by dollar bill more than he cares about how upset dollar bill must be to be doing that, much less how winston can go above & beyond to help bill feel better] "funnier" if winston duly supplied some sexual experimentation data points for him lol like. also their nonzero work friendsishness being funnier too. just a little low stakes something to go smh about and only talk about as much as mafee might ever stumble through it some more lol

the rich opportunities of riawin being obvious, canon-supplied even if you have to branch off from it into an au where they're actual friends, or else go with a version where they're eventual ex-somethings where that relationship was a mistake (mostly actually for winston, of course, though rian may see it the other way around as the superior party, as well as anyone who agrees w/that perspective)....immediate quasi rivalry, including both the quasi rivals And crush [get out of my fund] feelings for winston before rian presumably is aware he exists, for a head start on marination lol, as well as the inherent humor in winston just being more intensely affected all around at first....in the au, opportunity to go from those quasi rivals for enrichment to quasi friends to just also friends for real lol, a potential (relative to billions, and/or relative to anything) slowburn to also lovers, to an actually totally alright situationship / fwbship, whatever you want, really. a marker here just being like, unless it's the more canon compliant [any greater degree of intimacy on whatever front could only make this relationship worse for winston] route, i imagine this Relationship as pretty drama lite, to free. just chilling & vibing, for the most part. it was also canon, after all, that said Yeah winston's crushing right away but he's also just rolling with it nbd, and so is rian. not difficult to incorporate this into a very like, patiently & spontaneously developing whatsoevership

winstuk to me can be just the maximum flexible & chill like. imagining that for once if anything winston is the one more / first crushed uponst. don't even need any guaranteed out & out crushes(tm), to me. quasi rivalry, apparently offscreen they stumble into just a full throttle earnest friendship, Okay, fine by me. winston the vivacious spontaneous fun sexy playful party here, being to tuk who nobody reliably is to him but he could easily imagine he'd like it if someone was, that is: hand on shoulder (literally. waoh) like Don't shut up you Are allowed to do things other ppl are....talked about though imagining ofc tuk's perspex on [canon quant'em dynamic: ri&win misfortunes] as someone who'd even pay attention to winston, much less also even potentially sympathize w/him more than rian, or even simply As Much, since rian's slings & arrows are the momentary irritation with winston getting a bit too comfy thinking he's someone who doesn't deserve revulsion & rejection & what all, & winston's are being hurt on purpose at any moment any time, all the time....a contrast w/all that vivacity & confidence & etc that winston can consistently have around tuk; tuk also being someone pwned & punished for "deserving" it being a loser or whatever. got the glasses boys over here as well, between just the two of them, nerd alert?? and the idea of tuk realizing he can Also take on the role of [trying to be emotionally supportive like how he'd want to get from other people] to winston, tentatively, vs winston perhaps also being a bit anxious to Not show any want or need for that to tuk b/c like, he also doesn't have even the "ben does sometimes relate to tuk as the Senior / More Correct one but does also ofc try to be kind & supportive to him too" figure anywhere around him, so far as we get to see gleaning it much more rarely, fleetingly, partially from taylor....how's he gonna know he Can ever get something like that from anyone at work, even a work friend, see: his experiences getting support (hint: he gets none, Less Than, since probably they also made it worse / took it away) from like theoretically / sometimes friendly coworkers during/after a miserable to distressing experience....

plus like, a parallel to masking, like oh but tuk likes the me who's always been fine & low to no maintenance & vivacious & cheerful around him, so, continue to be that around him....and, naturally, being able to more earnestly & directly acknowledge & interact w/the mutual [reasons they actually Don't get to have all this self-confidence /-esteem] as an evolution beyond finding it more possible to have that For each other than themselves. and the fun of like bestie let's go strive for some casual sex at this venue tonite, like hell yeah i'll roll with that. winston actually being viewed more regularly outside of the curse of the context of [their jobs] lol, especially as he just like errs on the side of Follow Your Heart Be Yourself lmao the playfulness, the joie de vivre, the idiosyncracy & spontaneity, the fact that it never has to be a big deal to, in fact, be someone's casual hookup....have a bit of group sex together, winston basically flirting w/tuk to hype him up & tuk is like "does he mean all this strictly hypothetically, or" & eventually venturing this wherein winston can be like, no not really lol, there can be Misunderstanding here in this realm / just a lot of time spent Not risking more direct communication asking abt these seemingly risky things, or it can be smoother sailing like no i'll kiss you for real. winston like hey Do don't cry, i Will make sure you get some, and i mean that by "i'm down to do it myself if nothing else," w/all the unmitigated vivacity to reassure this isn't like, merely solemnly begrudging. can be like "are you offering to fuck like, as a friend" and winston can be like "hell yea" and blow him, no punchline here. and comfortably evolving into "this doesn't even have to be something we do as like, 'backup'" like yes we'll hang out & might have sex & might do that even if one or both of us has also hooked up w/other ppl anyways. can hang on to that even if someone's dating other ppl. or not, but it's chill. or they do date each other, or they don't, and also don't kiss. the real delights of Any & All these combos of relationships being the way they're just a total [free space] & i'm like, hey, what i'm after is [person seeing winston as a person; consciously wanting & pursuing their dynamic] & not at all pressed to have this be like, so who's his one true love lol. shoutout to winston kissing & fucking around

#some more Just Saying Some Things #winston billions #truly Thee Range b/c canon isn't bothered w/imagining this kind of stuff so won't get in the way.... #tayston #benston #riawin #winstuk #mafon.... #going ''f that the closest anyone's gotten to kissing winston was dollar bill harassing him on half a dozen fronts at once'' #[among us kill report noise] smash cut to rian's Wendy Dollar Bill ness as much or more than being similar to taylor & winston #f for respects And disrespects.... #rian being shit to winston being one of her most actual consistent points of [character]ness & it can't even get real focus. lord #riawin fun fr so long as you know. it gets to be the What If he & rian were actual friends? all you need there #and then the canon [abusive friendship] offers the ability to Explore That; canon itself just isn't taking it #whether it'll be explored in winston's reacting to it forced to matter b/c it causes issues for others on some Practical front. shrug #doubt even then that rian would reflect on her own or even have anyone else reflect on it or suggest that she does #just like man classic winston being a dick (energy) like [among us defeat sound] #a game where ppl Do know when you're autistic. it's like the edit fr lol #get his ass....winston was not the imposter #also ofc just also imagining winston has unnamed unseen friends &/or lovers just out of frame laughing too at any / all the time

[tricksters-captain]

Helmut Zemo (TFATWS) imagines - Craving Part 2

AN: Right giving you all what you really wanted... 

Summary: After playing the part as Zemo's arm candy in Madripoor, Zemo tries to confront you on your unspoken connection, only to be rudely interrupted...

In this chapter: After having a dream about the man himself, you decide to seek out Zemo...

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,013

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, receiving oral, choking, Zemo does use a couple phrases in his language and since Sokovia isn’t a real country or language I used Polish (I have seen several fic use German before however). 

You tossed and turned in bed as you tried to get comfortable. Your skin felt hot and uncomforatble to be in and your mind wouldn't stop replaying Zemo’s hands on you. The large bedroom made every movement sound louder than it was so every time you rolled and made the bed frame creak, the more you frustrated you grew. 

You hated Zemo for making you feel so confused. He was an attractive man, that was true, but he had torn the avengers apart. He had used Bucky’s past against him several times and even gotten you hurt because of it. Why did you all of a sudden have the desire to see what he tasted like... 

You figured he’d taste like mint toothpaste and whiskey or perhaps of coffee from earlier or perhaps.... What were you doing?! 

You buried your face into your pillow and groaned. 

You must’ve fallen asleep eventually because you had started dreaming. 

You were back in Madripoor. It was Sharon’s high town home and you had just changed for the party. Except you weren’t wearing what you actually wore that night. Instead, you were wearing a long silky black dress that dropped to the floor with a small trail. It had thin black straps that went over your shoulder and connected to the dress delicately; the dress was completely backless and the cool air from Sharon’s AC tickled your exposed skin. 

“You look beautiful.” Zemo’s voice filled the room. You looked up in the mirror to see Zemo standing at the door behind you. 

“It’s not too much?” You asked, flattening out the skirt with your hands. 

Zemo made his way towards you until he was right behind you. The hairs prickling up on your back revealed just how close he was standing. 

“Not at all.” Zemo brushed the tip of his finger along your shoulder, following the curve from your neck and then down your arm until he cupped your elbow gently. “You look perfect.” 

You felt your breathing stop as Zemo started to learn forward, his eyes remained locked with yours in the mirror as his lips finally met your skin. 

He kissed your shoulder lightly before opening his mouth and grazing his teeth against your flesh, biting ever so gently but with enough pressure to make the sex between your legs throb. 

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered. 

“Why not?” Zemo turned you to face him with the hand that rested on your elbow. He brought you closer to him, pressing a hand to the exposed small of your back. His strong calloused hand against you only made your legs feel weaker. 

“You know why.” You placed your hands on his chest but didn’t push him away. Yet. 

“Ahh, yes. Because of James?” Zemo tilted his head. “What would poor James do if he caught us together like this?” Zemo let his hand slide down the outside of your thigh and hook under your knee, bringing your leg up to his hip to bring you closer. 

You smirked, leaning into the man’s ear. Brushing your lips just ever so slightly against his lobe as you spoke. 

“He’d kill you.” You whispered. 

That’s when you woke up. 

You woke up covered in sweat, your chest heaving and your hair slick to your forehead. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for because Bucky was now asleep on the couch in the room too. 

You hoped you didn’t sleep talk anything weird during that dream but you figured that Bucky would be waiting for you to wake up to confront you if you had said Zemo's name or something similar. 

You climbed out of the bed quietly and headed towards the door. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep after that dream and you had felt gross from waking up all sweaty so you made your way to the bathroom. 

You splashed cool water on your face and wiped your neck and chest with a damp towel before you left the bathroom again.

You looked down the hall to Zemo’s room. 

You knew which one it was for safety measures. Sam had taken the room beside his so that he could keep an eye on him but you knew Sam would probably be in the living room on his laptop at this hour to keep watch. Make sure no one is sneaking in or out of the apartment. But that also meant you could creep over to Zemo’s room without the anxiety of Sam coming out of his. 

You found yourself walking before you could stop yourself. 

You hovered outside the door for what felt like an eternity before you lightly rapped on the door. 

You opened it without hearing a response. 

Zemo was sat up on the edge of the bed, tying his robe around him as he must have had been woken by the intrusion. 

“I thought you were Sam.” Zemo rose to his feet after he realised it was you who had entered. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You apologised. 

“You didn’t. I was merely laying in the bed. I did not lie when I told you about my struggles with sleeping.” Zemo had mentioned his insomnia in the kitchen before. 

You remained in the doorway, just looking at Zemo, panicking slightly as you tried to find something to say. 

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You said lowly. 

“You don’t?” Zemo cocked his eyebrow at you but didn’t move. 

“I just...” You started, “I had this...” You failed to explain yourself.  

“Shh. Shh. Shh.” Zemo waved his hand. He slowly made his way towards you. “You don’t need to come up with excuses.” 

“I’m not.” You argued. 

“Just tell me the truth.” Zemo was now in front of you. He was close enough that you could see the slight stripe pattern on his dark pyjamas beneath his robe. You could also see slight hair poking out of the top of his shirt as the first few buttons were undone. You resisted the urge to reach out and stroke your fingers down his exposed chest, to explore what was beneath his silk pyjamas...

“I-I...” You struggled to respond. You almost felt like punching a wall at how frustrated you were at the fact that Zemo somehow managed to leave you completely speechless. 

“I often use these long nights to think.” Zemo spoke so you didn’t have to. 

“What do you think about?” You questioned. 

“A lot of things usually.” Zemo waved his hand as he spoke. “But these past couple nights I’ve found myself thinking of something more out of the ordinary.”

“And what’s that?” You asked.

“You.” Zemo cocked his head as he looked at you.

You felt a heat grow between your legs as you watched his eyes flicker to your lips for a second. 

“May I?” Zemo stepped forward, reaching his hand out to close the door behind you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his face passed yours. Zemo slowly pulled back from the door, your faces were mere inches away from each other as he hadn't bothered to go around you to close the door but over your shoulder instead. 

Your gaze met. The thick tension around you was suffocating. 

With his right hand, he reached up and cupped your jaw, firmly underneath your ear. His thumb ran over your cheek; his touch burning against you.  

Zemo leant forward, closing the space between you, and kissed you. 

It was a sweet kiss. A first kiss. He was testing the waters. 

Just as he went to pull away, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him back in. Your body flushed against his as a powerful urge took over you. 

Desperation. Need. A fire that grew in your stomach.

Zemo placed one hand in your hair and it’s counterpart on the small of your back. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he tugged lightly at the back of your hair. 

Zemo’s mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck. His tongue sent goosebumps over your skin as he explored it. He could taste the saltiness from the result of your dream. 

“Did you get all hot and bothered for me, mały ptaszku?” He cooed as his hand moved from your hair to your shoulder. He stroked down the back of your arm until he reached your elbow. You felt your heart skip with the flashback to your dream. 

“What are we doing?” You asked breathlessly as you clung onto the man’s robe. 

“Anything you desire.” He lifted his head back to face you. 

There was a beguiling darkness in his eyes but it didn’t scare you. It only enticed you. 

Zemo took your hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a silky kiss to your fingers all the while maintaining eye contact. The way his lips look as they curved against your fingers made your stomach tighten with want.

Zemo had noticed the blazing fire in your eyes as you watched him. He smirked, taking just one of your fingers and placing in between his teeth. He dragged it gently, grazing your finger as he pulled it down his lip; the cool night air tickled the wetness on your skin.

Zemo let go of your hand before lifting his own fingers to your lips. You let out a shaky breath as he stroked his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“So beautiful.” Zemo took a moment to admire you. Your lips were slightly plump from his kiss and your eyes were wide, glistening in the dim light. 

You reached forward and steadily untied his robe. He shrugged off the extra layer at your silent request. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zemo’s searched your eyes for any hesitation or uncertainty but failed to find any. 

You nodded your head ever so slightly. 

“Words, kochanie.” Zemo ordered.

“Yes.” 

“Good girl.” Zemo’s mouth turned up at the corners. You felt your stomach flutter at the praise.

Zemo kissed you again. His large hands held either side of your neck as he guided you deeper into his room. 

You took one of the man’s hands and dragged it down your side, ushering it towards the inner of your legs. 

“Does my little bird want to be touched?” Zemo’s voice was low as he spoke into the kiss. 

You bit down on his lip and urged his hand closer. 

Zemo chuckled at your response. 

“Use your words.” He instructed you. 

You parted from the man when you realised just how close the bed was. You sat down and pushed yourself upwards so that Zemo would have to follow to continue kissing you. He recognised the play. 

“I told you to use your words.” Zemo tutted as he remained stood at the bottom of the bed. You felt him wrap his hand around your ankle before tugging you back down to him. 

You gasped at the sudden action, staring up at the man with lust blown eyes.

Zemo knelt down at the end of the bed. His hand moved up your ankle and began to push up your pyjama leg up. His lips pressed against your ankle, nipping and licking your skin as he worked his way up your calf. 

When he reached your thigh and could go no higher, you helped him by removing your pyjama bottoms. You suddenly felt very exposed in just a tank top and your panties. 

“Such a good girl.” Zemo smirked at your hurry to strip for him. 

Zemo held your thigh with his hand, he dragged his tongue along the inside of it, biting your skin softly but didn’t venture too close to your core. He could sense just how desperate you were for him as your legs began to slightly shake with want. But he wanted you to beg...

You reached down and buried a hand in his thick, styled hair. He only smirked and glanced up at you through his eyebrows as you tried to bring him closer to you. 

Zemo hooked his fingers around your panties and pulled them down, freeing your hot sex to him. 

Zemo sent you a dark smile just before he pressed his tongue against you. The smell of you was too much to resist, he had to taste you. You inhaled sharply as he buried himself between your legs. His tongue teased your clit as his forefinger began to circle your entrance.

“So wet for me.” Zemo murmured. 

His finger pressed inside of you and you arched your back, desperate for more. 

“It’s been a while, mały ptaszku?” Zemo was watching your every reaction as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “For me too.” He confessed. 

His tongue found your sensitive bud again and applied more pressure, causing your grip on the man’s hair to turn even tighter. Zemo groaned at your tugging. His eyes lulling back as his boxers became very tight around his member. 

You could feel your walls tensing as he entered a second finger inside you. Your stomach twisted with your approaching climax. 

“I’m gonna...” You barely managed to breathe out two words out.

“Sing for me, mały ptaszku.” Zemo commanded, his eyes glued to you as he watched you come undone around his fingers. 

Zemo retracted his hand as he allowed you a moment to recover. He wiped the slick wetness from his chin as he regained his stance. 

You leant forward and took hold of the man’s shirt, tugging him towards you. Zemo teeth scraped against your lips as he kissed you fiercely. You craved for him to be inside of you and he craved the same. Watching you cum for him only made him ache with want and need. 

“Zemo...” You used his name for the first time that night, “Please...” 

Zemo couldn’t resist your pleads. 

He tore his pyjama shirt off and stripped of his bottoms, revealing his thick member. 

You reached forward, taking hold of him to feel his impressive size. His tip dripped with precum and the groan that rumbled from his throat at your touch only made you want him more. 

Zemo placed his hands under your arms and tossed you higher up on the bed. You exhaled a shaky breath at the dominant action. He climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee. 

“I feel I need to remind you that it has been a very long time since I have been with a beautiful woman such as yourself so I shall try my best to hold back.” Zemo was honest as he aligned his tip to your entrance. 

He slid himself up between your folds spreading your wetness on his head, you felt your convulse at the feeling of his hard cock on your throbbing clit. 

Zemo’s jaw clenched tightly as he finally pressed himself into you, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling. 

You rocked your hips against his as he filled you completely. 

Zemo remained still a moment as he just you fully adjust before he started to move inside of you. 

His hand found your throat as he began to pick up his pace. 

Your nails dug deep into his skin as he squeezed your neck lightly. 

Zemo thrusts became deeper, harder and with every stroke, you felt that sweet spot ache inside you. 

Zemo began to murmur in Sokovian under his breath as he fucked you.

You wrapped your legs around him, your body begging him to fuck you harder. Zemo was happy to comply. 

He thrusted deep within you. Sweat was building on his forehead and his skin felt like fire against your own. 

You clawed at the hand that was wrapped around your neck. Longing for more pressure. 

Zemo eyes rolled back for a moment as he felt your walls begin to tighten around him. 

“Fuck... (Y/n)...” The sound of your name on his lips sent a wave of electricity through your body. 

Zemo released your neck to grab hold of the  headboard behind you. His knuckles turning white as he fucked you faster. 

One of your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, clinging onto him tightly and Zemo took the chance to sink his teeth into your forearm. You winced at the delicious pain and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from cursing. 

As your second climax suddenly engulfed you, your legs tensed around the baron. The feeling of you pulsing around him was enough to bring forward his own finish. He cursed in his native tongue as he filled you with his seed. 

Zemo dropped his hand from the headboard as he tried to support his weight above you. 

His hot breath danced across your face as he panted above you. 

Zemo removed himself from you and fell beside you. 

You brought your arm up and ran your fingers over the indented teeth marks in your skin. 

“You could’ve done that somewhere less visible.” You scolded the man. 

Zemo weakly smiled at you as he tried to recover. 

“I apologise.” He said through his heavy breathes. 

You reached over the side of the bed and scooped up the baron’s silk pyjama shirt. You wrapped it around you as Zemo watched you with curiosity. 

You slid off the bed and went over to the decanter by the couch in Zemo's room. You poured yourself a glass of scotch and a glass for Zemo before returning to his side. 

“This never happened.” You held out the glass to the man. He took it carefully before clinking the glass against your own. 

“What the soldiers don’t know won’t hurt them.” Zemo was referring to Sam and Bucky. “Doesn’t mean it can’t happen again, no?”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” You straddled the man, downing your drink. 

Zemo placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. 

“What does mały ptaszku mean?” You suddenly recalled the name Zemo had kept calling you now that your mind wasn’t clouded from lust. 

“Little bird.” Zemo smirked. 

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Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

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You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

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Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

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Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

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You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

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The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

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