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#but this stream made me think that maybe my voice isn't as terrible to listen back to as I thought
guccifrog · 2 months
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THINK FAST P3
chris sturniolo × f!reader
summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events
this isn't proof read so just ignore if you find anything confusing :p
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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: Florida -Dominic fike 0:09 ━●────────── 3:47 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
y/n's pov ☆
the next day i was wishing that i wouldn't wake up but sadly, the alarm clock was there to remind me that I have to. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face into my pillow.I had a terrible headache, probably from all the alcohol we had yesterday.I didn't want to go to school. What if Sturniolo remebered me and decided to confront me infront of the whole school? I shivered at the thought.
"rise and shine! We don't want to be late for school!," Jane's loud voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I groaned and rolled over, forcing myself to open my eyes. The bright light of the morning sun streamed through the window, making my headache worse.
"get up!!" Jane said, shaking me awake. I groaned and rububed my eyes, feeling pain in my back probably from when i jumped yesterday "I don't know if I can go today," I confessed.
"Oh, come on! You're being such a baby. You're fine. You have to go. It's not like he knows who you are," Jane reassured me, giving me a little push. I sighed and slowly got out of bed. My head was still pounding, and my body felt heavy. I didn't know if I could make it through the day.
We got dressed and had breakfast, but I barely ate anything. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I really didn't want to go to school. The thought of seeing Chris again made me want to throw up. I tried to push him out of my mind, but it was impossible.
As we walked to school together, Jane kept talking about random stuff, but I wasn't really listening. I just wanted to get through the day. When we finally got to school, I headed straight for my locker, hoping to get to class as quickly as possible.
"woah, what's with the drug dealer outfit?" someone snickered from behind me. I turned around to see Dylan and Amber, standing there with wide grins on their faces. "shut up" I muttered" i have to hide as much as possible today. Don't draw any attention to me. And don't you dare mention yesterday to anyone," I warned them. They both nodded, trying to look serious but failling miserably.
"You're not fooling anyone, you know. You look like you just rolled out of bed," Dylan teased, laughing. I just gave him a dirty look.
I closed my locker and turned back to them, forcing a small smile. "Oh, yeah? at least i'm not dressed like a grandpa," I shot back, gesturing to Dylan's outfit. He was wearing a wrinkled ugly sweater, and khaki pants. "Or like a homeless man," I added, glancing at Amber's baggy sweatshirt and old jeans. They both laughed, and I felt a little better.We walked down the hall together. But I couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at me, and judging me.
During first period, I tried to focus on my work, but it was hard. My headache wouldn't go away, and every time I closed my eyes, I could see Sturniolo's face.Luckily he wasn't in any of my classes, but I still felt like everyone knew what happened.Hopefully he didn't tell anyone or i'll just have to move to another country if he did, maybe even change my name and get a new haircut. I wish I could just disappear.
the bell rang, signaling lunchtime. I hurried to my locker, hoping to make it to the cafeteria before anyone else. But as I reached for my backpack, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I winced as i took off my backpak and put it inside my locker,before locking it and walking to the cafeteria.
When I got there, Jane, Dylan and Jake were already waiting for me at our usual table. Jane smiled brightly when she saw me, but something about it seemed forced. "How was chemistry?" she asked,I shrugged,"like shit," and sat down next to her. "That bad, huh?"I nodded, leaning my head against the table. "my back hurts so bad…"
"go see the school nurse dumbass" Dylan said. I looked at him like he was stupid."What? you look like you're a sneeze away from dying" he shrugged.
"Yeah, whatever" I muttered, taking a sip of my soda. The cold liquid felt good against my throat.
"is that Sturniolo?," Jake asked suddenly. I glanced up in panic "where?!" I demanded, looking around. But it was too late. There he was, standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, watching us with an amused expression. My heart raced, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Shit," I whispered, ducking down in my seat.
Jane looked at me with wide eyes, her mouth forming a little "o" shape. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What do we do?"
"is he still there?" I asked, barely able to choke out the words. Jane nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on him. "oh, nevermind he's walking to his group now," she said, relaxing a little. I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension drain from my body.
I got up from under the table and sat down next to Jane, trying to play it cool. "So, uh, what were we talking about ?" I asked, forcing a smile but then wincing as my back twinged again
"fuck,"Dylan and Jake glanced at each other, then back at me, looking concerned. "You really need to go to the nurse's office"Dylan said.
I waved him off, still feeling a little shaky. "I'm fine, really. Just a little sore, that's all."
"if you say so," Dylan said, but he didn't sound convinced. "Hey, look at that," Jake said, pointing to the other end of the cafeteria. "isn't that the girl…what was her name….Cassie!" he shouted "shut up!,"I whispered yelled making him roll his eyes.
"wait why is she sitting with the populars?" Jane asked, confused. I glanced over, frowning. Cassie was sitting at the table with Sturniolo and a few of his other friends. I'd never seen her with them before.But again i never really paid much attention to them.
"Maybe she's just being friendly," Jake shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Or maybe she's trying to get on their good side." Jane nodded in agreement, "I don't think so, Cassie and I had been friends for a while, and I didn't think she would just suddenly decide to hang out with those assholes" Dylan said, nodding at the group across the cafeteria.
I glanced over at Sturniolo, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach. He was laughing with Cassie, his lips curled into a smug smile. Something about the way he looked at her made my skin crawl.
"Maybe they're just being nice to her."I suggested, not really believing my own words, Dylan snorted, "Yeah, right. Those assholes don't know nice."
the rest of the lunch break went by without any further interaction between Sturniolo and us.lunch passed by quickly, and soon it was time to head back to class. we made our way back to our lockers, and i opened mine to get my backpack, but pain shot through my back again. i let out a small whimper, and dylan turned to look at me.
"are you sure you're okay?," he asked, concern written all over his face. "i'll drive you home if you want," i shook my head, not wanting to draw any more attention to myself. "i'll be fine, really. just need to take it easy for the rest of the day."i said grabbing my bag,but Dylan snatched it out of my hand "i'll take this," he said, tossing it over his shoulder. "come on, let's get you to class." he took my arm and began leading me down the hall. I winced, the pain in my back flaring up again.
"we have biology now, right?" I asked Jane as Dylan led me down the hall. Jane nodded, her expression concerned. "Yeah, in room 102." Dylan and Jane exchanged a look, and I could tell they were both worried about me. "I'm fine," I insisted, trying to keep up with Dylan's long strides. "Really, it's just a little muscle spasm or something."
We reached the classroom Dylan placed my bag down before leaving. The pain in my back was still intense but i was managing it. Me and Jane sat down at the back of the class. I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but it was hard.
I decided to take my airpods out and listen to some music to help distract myself. I was halfway through my favorite song when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a guy that i never spoke too before, he looked awfully familiar though. "Is this yours? i found it on the ground," he asked, holding out my phone." oh thanks, i must have dropped it." I said taking my phone back.
He smiled at me and i noticed how he had these dimples when he did. "No problem, but you should, be careful, you don't want to lose that. It's expensive " he said with a small smile. I smiled back. "Thanks for telling me, and yeah, you're right. I'll be more careful from now on."
"i"m Nick by the way," he said extending his hand,"I'm y/n" I said shaking it. He smiled at me again before I turned back. I saw Jane trying to get my attention from the corner of my eye, she kept shrugging her shoulders and looking at me weirdly, 'check your phone' she mouthed. I glanced down at my phone, realizing that she had sent me like a million texts.
Jane ⭐
Jane⭐
girl
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
are you serious
you
WDYM
Jane⭐
DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO THAT IS?????
you
umm yeah I know???
he said his name is nick
Jane⭐
i'm literally fighting the urge to get up and slap you rn
DOESN'T HE LOOK FAMILIAR TO YOU????
THINK Y/N THINKK
you
i know he's familiar but IDK
wait
OH
OH
O H
FUCK
JANE OMFG
I look up from my phone in panic, my heart racing. Oh my God, of course, he looks familiar.He's Chris's brother. The Chris Sturniolo. Chris, who i'm trying to avoid at all costs.
I quickly gathered my stuff,glancing at nick behind me, who was giving me a confused look.I needed to get out of here. Now. I stand up,and make my way to the front of the class. "Hey, Mr. Johnson, , I don't feel so well, and I need to go home. Could I please have a pass for the nurse?" I ask, my voice shaky. Mr. Johnson frowns at me, but nods in understanding "Head to the nurse's office and get yourself checked out. But don't you dare think of skipping class," he says with a warning glance.
I nod and quickly make my way out of the classroom. As I hurry down the hall, the pain in my back throbbing with each step, I begin to panic.I duck into a nearby bathroom stall, closing the door behind me. I lean against the cool tile wall, trying to catch my breath. My thoughts race as I consider my options. Maybe I can just call Dylan to pick me up, but he's probably busy right now. And I can't walk home.That leaves me with no other choice than going to the nurse's office.
I splash water on my face, trying to calm down. When I'm finally composed enough, I unlock the stall and exit the bathroom. As I approach the nurse's office, the pain was getting worse. I knock on the door and a woman with black hair pokes her head out. "Yes dear, what can I do for you today?"
"umm… hi, I'm in Mr. Johnson's class and I'm not feeling well. I was hoping I could see the nurse?" I ask, trying to sound calm despite the pain. She raises an eyebrow, glancing at me over her glasses.
"Of course, dear. Please come in," she says, opening the door wider. I take a step inside and immediately regret my decision. Standing there, is none other than Chris.It's like the universe is playing a cruel joke on me. He raises his eyebrows in surprise as i just stood there contemplating if i should just turn back and leave.
"alright dear, you should be fine now. Here's some medicine for your pain, and I'll give you a pass to head back to class. But if you don't feel better soon, you should probably see your family doctor, okay?" the nurse says, handing him a small paper cup with some pills in it. he takes the pills and nods, not even bothering to look at me as he stands up and walks out of the office.
I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. The pain in my back was making it difficult to even stand up straight. I'm not sure what to do now.
"here, you can sit down here,"the nurse says, gesturing to a small chair beside her desk. I slowly lower myself into the chair, wincing in pain as my back protests the movement.
The nurse ended up letting me stay for the rest of the day. I didn't have the energy to go back to class, and I didn't want to risk running into Chris again. She gave me a cup of water and a blanket to keep me warm while I waited for the bell to ring. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about how this whole situation was just…weird.
when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day, I thanked the nurse and gathered my things. As I slowly made my way out of the office,I took out my phone to text the group chat with Jane and Dylan, asking him to pick me up. As I rounded a corner, I caught sight of Jane walking down the hall, I hurried over to her, not wanting to be alone any longer.
.・。゚☆゚.・。゚
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dawnlauvs · 1 year
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Hi anon ask ! Btw Ur blog is so calming to look at I really like it .
For the request can I ask For Ena, Saki and Mizuki with an s/o with extreme trust issues, like they srs can't believe they actually love them which leads them to sh and for the end you can choose if it turns out angsty or Fluff
Pls don't rush making this and remember you're free to decline it too ,Have a nice day/night :D
a splintered heart.
summary: they're so beautiful, do i really deserve this? characters: ena, saki, mizuki x gn! reader (seperate)
warnings: reader got sick/injured and didn't tell character , bleeding , trust issues and nightmares. hurt/comfort.
please don't read if you're sensitive to these topics.
other tags: mizuki and reader are in a secret relationship !!
notes: hello, thank you for this request! i'm so sorry but i cannot explicitly write sh here, so it's just implied. it can be read either way though, again, thank you for this request! :) ♡
ENA
let's say, ena's not the best at confrontation. perhaps it's because you never talked about it, or maybe you just didn't want it to be brought up. but everytime she sees how you hide it, her heart aches yet you greet her with the usual, cheerful smile.
she's always been that way.
back to present time. you stayed at ena's place.
the room's as quiet as it usually is, though your lover is staying up, brainstorming, sketching and what not.
you were asleep. sleeping at ena's place is peaceful, the bed was as if you slept on a cloud. as comfortable it may be, you were having a nightmare.
"...ena, who is that person?" what could be with a uncanny replica of your lover, was an unfamiliar frame. their faces were blurry. it was cold and dark. "seriously, [name]? . you couldn't hope to take a hint. i could never be with someone who has the audacity to get together with me, yet you can't even kiss me? be serious for one second. what were you even thinking?"
tears streaming down your cheeks and staining your pillow. and ena, the ever good listener saved her work, went up to your shaking body as she notices your sleeping whimpers.
as gently as she could, she wiped away your tears and calls your name with hopes she could wake you up from your distress. when your eyes opened, fright, panic, fear was written all over your face. it felt so real.
"dear, please, try to take a breathe." she utters with such tenderness.
you hadn't even realized that you've been holding your breath, and the suddenness of air returning to your lungs made it feel like it was on fire, even though the air was cool.
"is there anything i could get you? maybe i could get a glass of water if akito isn't awakeー"
"just, hug me. please." you asked her with desperation in your voice.
her arms wrapped around your middle hesitantly, as it was your first time asking for any physical affection.
you bury yourself in her chest, hoping to get lost in her heartbeat, to distract yourself from your thoughts.
when you've calmed down but unable to find your way back to slumber, she asks you if you want to talk about it.
"do you want to talk about it..?" ena hesitantly asked, and you refused. she found no issue in that, it was a subject to be discussed another day.
"alright then, can i kiss you?" your lover questions you. at first, it caught you off guard butー
you agreed.
"listenー i don't know what your mind has told yourself, but, when it comes to me to you, listen to my mind instead, okay? i love you, [name], nothing of what your mind says about yourself will change that." she states, confidently, and making sure you're feeling more assured.
SAKI
i think that saki's more attentive than some people may think. she figures out what you're doing one way or another, but she doesn't want to bring up a bitter subject so suddenly, but just knowing you're hurting by your own hands makes her feel terrible.
but after seeing crimson seeping through the fabric of your cardigan, she's taking matters into her own hands.
"roll up your sleeves, dear." it makes you so nervous. what if she gets mad? what if she'll think that you're a freak and leaves? though, in your head it'll always end in an awful way.
"can i clean those wounds for you? it could be infected. i know just the way to do it!"
your breath hitches a little. your heart breaks at her, caring for you like you're the only person in the world that matters.
she quickly stands up and grabs her first aid kit, and takes you to the bathroom so you can wash your hands clean.
as soon as the bleeding stops, she starts cleaning them. you can tell she's trying her best to not accidentally hurt you, as she's being as careful as she can.
"are you mad at me?" you say timidly, also quite embarrassed she has to see you in your lowest.
she finishes cleaning the wound and starts applying antibiotics, then finally covering the wounds with bandages.
"i would never be angry at you for something like this." her words are soft and tender, she's always been caring for everyone like this, then, why should you be any different from the others? realizing this, inevitably, tears start streaming down your face.
you lean into her and she hears you sniffle. she takes your head into her shoulder with her hand, then with her other arm, she encircles your body. "[name], it's okay. you can talk to me about anything that's bothering you. even if it's me, bothering you, i'd listen to you as long as you want to."
oh, how loved you felt in her arms.
MIZUKI
a dimly lit room, migraines, and a ton of struggle. that's how you have spent your time for the past few days.
thankfully, mizuki's not stupid. today, they went to school to make sure you're okay. in the middle of 3rd period, you suddenly pass out while helping your classmates on some worksheet. at breaktime, the nurse asked mizuki to bring you home since you spiked up a fever.
mizuki is good at showing a brave face, but you know them too well to not be fooled.
"mizuki, i have things to do." you ask. you break into a breathless fit of coughs. "i'm sure you do. but i think it's not as important as your health." they say the latter statement with a half serious tone. you didn't have the words to reply to mizuki, as they grab a chair and sat beside your bed.
"how long have you been feeling like this?" they whispered against your skin.
"my head's been hurting since this morning, but it got worse when i passed out."
you raised your head to take a look at mizuki's concerned expression. one that has 'you can talk to me anytime about anything. from what happened today to your biggest weakness, i'll listen anytime." and it made you feel stomach butterflies. with a flick to the light switch, mizuki rose from their seat and spread their arms, letting the warm darkness encompass the entire space.
"where are you going?" you asked,
"rest, i'm not going anywhere. just to get you some food and water, you have leftovers in the fridge, right?"
you let out a tired hum as they gently closed the door. the room felt empty now. you rarely caught yourself being needy for mizuki's attention, but you really can't help yourself right now.
just as you were about to fall asleep, mizuki opens the door.
"geez, whenever i use the microwave it's always the dish that gets cold and not the foodー" they rant, quickly stopping after barely seeing your face. "oh shit, were you just about to fall asleep?" they apologized immediately and sat beside your bedside again. "[name], do you want me to feed you or are you gonna eat this yourself?" they teased. and you jabbed back, "oh, i'm so helpless without you mizuki, please personally feed me."
fortunately, you were able to go back to school in another 3 days, since you got lots of rest and some half seriousーhalf joking warnings from mizuki.
mizuki doesn't force you to tell them anything, because frankly, they haven't told you their secret either. when the time comes, accept them with open arms.
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autoplaysdigimon · 3 years
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Hey y’all! Anyone want to watch me be really bad at Among Us? I played with a bunch of people last week and one of them streamed it so now you can go watch me be a dumbass in real time! You’ll probably figure out which one I am within the first few seconds tbh.
Featuring such antics as:  - Me forgetting what happened literally seconds before!  - Me being betrayed by my Sitcom Buddy!  - Me yelling at my cat! (you can kinda hear her voice too :3)  - Me being a poor winner, in retrospect  - Victory Skittles  - also I sing at one point so look out for that, rippp
Watch it here!
(also I was rambling about Digimon at the beginning because, right before we actually started, someone went “just let me finish up this game I’m playing here” and I heard some VERY FAMILIAR menu noises through his mic so I rambled about my coincidentally timed costume I’d prepared earlier lmao)
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bluecookies02 · 4 years
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When they make you cry
pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader
Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral
warnings: angst to fluff
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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.
Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.
Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.
As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.
Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.
"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.
A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.
He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.
His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.
At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.
He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.
"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.
"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.
"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.
"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"
You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.
You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.
"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"
"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."
You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.
And now looking back, you're glad you did.
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//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )
If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.
Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.
To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.
He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.
You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.
You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.
"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.
You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.
One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.
The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.
He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.
Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.
Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.
He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.
He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.
You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.
His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?
He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.
You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.
He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.
He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.
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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.
You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.
You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.
"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"
Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.
"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"
You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.
"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."
Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.
Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.
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You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.
As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.
You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.
His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.
You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.
Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.
You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.
Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.
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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.
You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.
Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.
It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...
He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.
A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.
He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.
"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."
"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"
You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.
The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.
Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.
"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.
He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.
"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.
"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.
"Y/N...it's 4 am."
"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"
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For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.
He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.
So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.
He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.
When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...
He's terrified.
Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??
You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.
He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.
He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.
He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.
As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.
Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.
"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.
"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"
You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.
So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.
He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.
He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.
"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."
It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺
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Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.
He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.
What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.
He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.
However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.
You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.
The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.
As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.
"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.
His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.
His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.
You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.
"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"
You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.
"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.
"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.
"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."
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You're crying, he's crying.
He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".
He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.
You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.
You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.
I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.
You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.
Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.
The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.
"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.
"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.
She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.
He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.
”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.
You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.
”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"
"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.
His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.
"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"
You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.
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All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)
The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.
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dystopiandilfs · 3 years
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Dream's discord podcast. Basically him answering questions for 2.5 hours. This will sort of be in order but I fucked up my notes so it might not be in order completely. (From 13th May 2021)
For reference the photos at the end are: A prototype of fidget spinner merch as loads of people asked, a reference photo of his favourite merch and a photo he sent of his hair to prove he wasn't a brunette.
•He said his teeth are mostly straight but he's thought about getting Invisalign. He's never had braces. He has a tiny gap in the left side of his mouth and his canines are longer and sharper (vampire arc). He's never had teeth surgery so has his wisdom teeth still.
•He thinks pineapple on pizza is good.
•He likes seafood like lobster and crab. He had crab made in an air fryer last night. He like peas. He thinks quesadillas are good and likes most food.
•He hates Coffee and most drinks
•The Dream Shorts team is Ken who is his personal reminder (Ken's main job is to spam him with texts so he doesn't forget things as he's got a habit of reading texts and not replying) and also comes up with a list of sets for Dream shorts. The builder is a friend and munchymc builder "his talent gets wasted on Dream's shorts but we pay him so"
•His editors are currently Dizzy, Firesale and Mjcr. Willz doesn't edit for him anymore
•The mask animation isn't done but Mask should be released May 21st. He wants to release them together as "the whole song is a double meaning and the whole nuance will be lost without the animation" but no matter if the animation is done the song is getting released on the 21st.
•He and Sapnap eat together often.
•He and Sapnap prefer medium rare Steak
•He wants a home gym it's something he's willing to splurge on. They currently have a weight rack but they haven't even set it up.
•"Eat the rich? Shut up shut up" - Dream
•Talked about money basically saying "Most people don't understand how money works I don't have millions in my bank account it's in assets like merch, land and warehousing for that stuff" (He's not in his landlord arc)
•He's been debating Pride Merch because of Rainbow Capitalism. He doesn't want it too be seen as a money maker and if he does most proceeds would go to charity. He's currently super busy merch wise with Sapnap joining and George in the middle of joining. He did say "Only if the LGBTQ+ community in this community wants it" He thinks he's going to at least change the merch website to a pride one. Sapnap wants to make pride merch including a rainbow flame on his.
•He wants to create a charity that's centered around helping LGBTQ+ one day because he thinks that there's a lack of them. He mentioned that creating a charity was expensive and took a lot and was a complicated process including a board of directors but he wants to do it someday.
•He wanted to buy a bunch of houses in Florida which was a service to house mostly LGBTQ+ youth and people stuck in abusive households for free to get them out of bad home environments. But he didn't because he didn't want people thinking he was profiting of of abuse victims and LGBTQ+ community.
•He said he's terrible with time management and replying to people which is why Ken helps him (and also helps George and Sapnap). He mentioned how Sam messaged multiple times and Dream just forgot to answer but felt bad "I feel like people think I hate them..... Cause I'd be mad if people did that to me"
•He tries to reply to a few texts a day (community number). He also can't do birthday messages everyday because you can only reply at certain times so it's not abusing the system so if you get one it's special. He said he does try but it's got a weird time gap.
•Him and the manhunt winner are trying to come up with a good time to film
•He wants to stream this MCC on twitch and says his team is good.
•He talks about why he's not partnered with Twitch. Basically Twitch has a lock rate (in which you make money) and you legally can't stream on YouTube. So legally if Tommy wanted to stream on YouTube he couldn't. Someone then mentioned how Bad is a twitch partner but still streams on YouTube "Bad streams on YouTube but he has for a while and I don't think that he cares" - Dream
•He likes to reply to every donation he gets on stream and feels bad when he doesn't so he'll turn them off when he streams and wants a platform deal where he can be payed to stream (not twitch). If he gets a streaming partnership he will stream a couple of times a week. He looked in to Facebook but they don't have an alias system meaning you can see everyone's actual Facebook account and personal info, he doesn't like seeing real names on Facebook so it would require a lot of altering if he was to stream there so he's thinking it's probably going to be YouTube.
•He was asked about if his demographic was what he expected and he said he went in with no expectations, he didn't even know what stans were, wasn't really on social media so he wasn't aware of the fan culture. "You guys are a handful sometimes but it's worth it"
•He also mentioned how he and the DreamSMP changed the twitch audience demographic. It used to be male dominated in both streamers and audience and now it's almost split which is unheard on.
•He has 5 fidget spinners in his house. Two in his bedroom. Two in his office. One in the living room.
•He likes his Minecraft skin as he thinks the arm is cook and you never see the rest of his skin really. He says it's unique and different and "me". Dream: You can't even tell half the skins apart on MC.
•He's not lost the motivation to stream. Most of the times if he wants to stream he gets George or Sapnap to do it and he just turns up. It's more beneficial to them as they have donos and subs on. (Don't we fucking know it "can you say hi to")
•He has listened to Lovejoy. Says the ep was great and they're very talented and awesome. Doesn't know what his favourite song is but probably would pick One Day because the chorus slaps.
•RIP to acoustic Roadtrip. He said instead of acoustic Roadtrip we get Mask so no losses today for Dream stans.
•"With Roadtrip I went to Parker and I said Hey I have a story I want to tell through music. I have no experience with that can you help me" He said sure. He crafted the music and melodies and how things are formed where it's catchy. I have less comfort singing that. I love the song and it's my song, it's very representative of me and I'm sure I could sing it but it's a song I'd be kinds of scared to sing live, with Mask I basically did everything. I sat there the entire time and maybe an hour out if the 100 I wasn't in the call. Dream came up with the lyrics and main melody for Mask (First one he's ever come up with) "That was just notes in my fucking voice memos"
•The clip we heard of Mask was a prechorus not the actual chorus. He thinks he'd be more comfortable to do a mask acoustic and it's more melodic than Roadtrip. The chorus also has a lot of instruments similar to Roadtrip. Mask starts of slow and guitar with minimal reverb and is more raw.
• He doesn't want music to be his main thing. It's something fun to do and he's passionate about it as it's a way to express emotions. He wants to release mask then go from there. He wants to release at least one more song but has nothing on his mind currently. His two ideas were Roadtrip and Mask.
•He wouldn't quit his job to become a pizza delivery man.
•His favourite features on himself are eyes or freckles and he also confirmed that he does have eyebrows.
•He was told that Parkour warrior would be bought back some time in the near future and he got excited for it. "Even if I don't win, which I will, it'll be fun"
•Went on about his MCC team but I'm not going to put that in as we should be getting them today. He did say he wasn't on Pink but he did sound confused. (For reference he's always in Pink as it's the last team announced and keeps the hype up by announcing the biggest streamer last)
•Said he and his mum had the Mr Beast burger. He recommends because he likes the avacado. He mentioned how Mr Beast uses "Ghost Kitchens" which is basically where he gives restaurants permission to cook his food so it's restaurant quality food.
•His favourite piece of merch is the circle smile. (The pool photo on Instagram). He said the quality was bad (he worked with a different company and didn't have his own company) and it was elasticy feeling and he's planning on re-releasing it again but with good quality.
•He's started to send merch out in custom packaging. So his bags have the smile and will mostly be green. Sapnap's has the flame and is either black or white. He's also trying to make it so every order has the sticker packs for both him and Sapnap.
•He loves the coins as it's cheaper than a hoodie but still celebrates the milestones and will last a long time. He mentioned how the old coins are getting removed off the site and how if you have any of the coins your special because only a few thousand get made. He's kept around 100 of each coin that he wants to give away in person.
•He wanted to have a cool store where you could access computers that give you access to the DreamSMP in spectator mode. But it's too costly and would require too much time and isn't safe fight now. He doesn't think it'd be worth it financially.
•Most of the hoodie are black instead of multiple colours because of limited supply and covid. Getting the colours are harder because if the pandemic which hopefully won't be an issue soon.
•He wants to do a short meetup tour with Sapnap and George with a few locations in the US (and if others nearby want to join like Quackity or Karl they can). He also wants to visit Australia, UK, Canada, Mexico and Philippines and do something like that there but definitely at least visit with George and Sapnap.
•He's never been to the Philippines but his mum has. He wants to set up a place in the Philippines where he can ship merch in bulk and it would help to reduce shipping. However it would probably be big milestone merch.
•He's not got the vaccine yet but will get it when he needs to. He doesn't leave the house so he doesn't see the point.
•He's the ideas man. George's footcam video was Dream's idea. The T-shirt video was Dream's idea. Most if not all of the Dream Team's videos are Dream's ideas.
•Said he's got a similar/the same hair colour as Froy (Dream buddy at this point the only difference between you and Froy is that one of you is dating Richard Madden /lh)
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I got you, V.
Those words ricocheted off the walls of her mind, steadily growing louder with each passing second.
Told you that was a bad idea, but you just don't fuckin' listen.
Even when V was drifting somewhere between life and death, she could still hear the voice of the asshole rocker boy that lived in her.
The glitching was worse than it had ever been, making her feel as if her head was going to explode. She wasn't ready to die, but it seemed to be a foregone conclusion. It didn't matter how deep they went into finding a way to stop it, they were still so far away from a solution.
Come on, V, fight it.
Her eyes fluttered open sometime later. The smell of cigarettes and a dingy motel room filled her nostrils.
"Wha- fuck… Johnny?" She said, willing herself to sit up.
"Stay down, V. Need to take it easy." He appeared next to her, crouching next to the bed.
"What... where-" the room was blurred, objects barely formed as she tried to focus.
The only thing she could see clearly was Johnny. A hint of concern etched across his face, but she assumed it was just her vision.
"Brought you to a safe place. Those fucks won't find us here." Johnny said, answering a question she felt like she asked hours ago.
"Where... is here?" She struggled to return to full consciousness, head buzzing and vision distorting.
"Motel outside of the city. Stayed here a long time ago," he answered.
"This a they don't care if you vomit on the carpet kinda place?"
"Can't smell the aroma of vomit's past?" He asked with a little smirk.
V tried to laugh but she was hit with a shit storm of nausea and couldn't hold it back. She leaned over the edge of the bed and emptied the contents of her stomach at Johnny's feet.
"Barely missed me." He moved back.
V rolled back on the bed, feeling slightly better, "did you- how did you get me here?"
"Had to take your body over for a while. Only choice I had to keep you alive," he explained, stepping around her vomit to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Surprised I'm still alive after what you did the first time you were in control," she smirked and propped herself up against the headboard.
"Wasn't about to leave you in a pool of your own fluids." He kept his gaze on her.
V felt like she'd been hit by a truck, "thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you riding shotgun." She smiled slightly, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.
"Guess there are some benefits to sharing the same body." He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.
There was something oddly comforting about it. Like a certain amount of stability had returned just from seeing him smoke. Normalcy in the midst of chaos.
"You ever wish you'd gotten stuck with someone else?" V asked.
"Someone with a dick maybe." He passed the cigarette to V.
"I can only imagine the chaos you'd cause if you had full access to someone's dick." She took the cigarette from his fingers.
Normally she wasn't one for smoking, but it was becoming a habit after a black out.
"You have terrible taste in sex partners," he chided.
"Still won't let the whole River thing go, huh?" V grinned and passed the cigarette back as she blew out a stream of smoke.
"A cop, V. You made me fuck a cop."
"Oh, then I can only assume you came too? Does that mean... you enjoyed it?" She grinned.
"Fuck you." Johnny shook his head and plucked the cigarette from her fingers.
"Had to feel good since you're feeling everything same as me. River is a God with his tongue." V pulled her knees up to her chest and watched Johnny take a long drag of the cigarette.
"Can we at least talk about future fucking? I should have a say," he said after a long silence.
"Okay, who did you have in mind?" V was curious if this was something he'd put actual thought into.
"Anyone with tits and a pussy." He said.
"That narrows it down a bit. I'm all for fucking chicks, but can we be a little more... selective?" 
"Selective? The fuck does that mean?" Johnny furrowed his brow.
"No back alley hookers for one." V explained.
"Joytoys need attention too, V."
"Wait, so you'll bitch about flirting with Judy, but you're okay with back alley hookers?" She asked.
"Don't get me started on Judy," he warned, passing her the cigarette.
"Sound a little jealous there, Silverhand."
"Never been jealous before, ain't about to start." He shook his head.
V grinned and scooted closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, "don't deny it, you get all grumpy when Judy's around." 
"Don't get grumpy either." He shrugged her hand off his shoulder.
V burst out laughing, even though it hurt to do so. "When are you not grumpy?"
"All the time, just said it," he replied without hesitation.
"Liar," V said, feeling his side for another cigarette.
"Told ya smoking is bad. No more," he grumbled, pushing her hand away.
"Seriously? Your first words when you crawled out of my psyche were where are my smokes." V reached for him again.
"No more. Need to keep your health up, what's left of it." He grabbed her wrist.
"Johnny, how do you feel when you're denied smokes?" She inquired.
"Doesn't matter what I feel, this is about you." He pulled another cigarette out and lit it.
"I'm literally getting taken over by you. Give me a goddamn cigarette." She reached for the one between his lips, but he caught her arms.
"Don't make me tie you up." He was able to hold her arms back with little effort.
If V hadn't been curious about him tying her up, she would've been concerned about her lack of strength.
"You wouldn't. Plus, you need me mobile so we can destroy shit."
"Not tonight, I don't. Told you to rest," he warned again.
"I'm not tired. At least let me sit up and smoke with you," V pushed, scooting closer to him.
"You're being more annoying than usual. Upset I used your body without permission?"
"Used my body would be an understatement. You took my body for a joyride." V tried for the cigarette again, this time winning the fight.
She knew it was only because he allowed her too though.
"Got you back in one piece, didn't I?" He asked.
"Barely. I'll need a week soaking in a tub and another week to sleep." She put the cigarette up to her lips.
"Gonna have to accept sleeping on a bed stained with bodily fluids and a shower that might not work."
"You couldn't bring me to a resort?" V joked.
"I brought you here for a reason, V," he admitted without so much as a glance in her direction.
V sat up a little more, "what reason is that? Getting tetanus?" 
"Can you stand?" He turned towards her.
"Yeah, wh-"
"Come over here." He stood without explanation.
V slid off the bed and stood up slowly, letting her legs adjust for a moment before straightening up. She shuffled towards the kitchen, trying to avoid the large stains on the floor.
"Open up that cabinet and lift up the bottom board." He leaned against the wall while she carefully crouched to open it up.
"What am I lookin' for?" She asked, searching for a good spot to lift up the board.
She popped the board out and sat it to the side. She reached in and grabbed two metal dog tags on a chain.
"Are these-"
"Mine." He answered.
V sat back against the wall, turning the tags in her hands, "they've been here all this time?"
"Had to pry that board up myself," he said, stepping in front of her.
"Johnny... I- why are you giving me these?" V felt the significance of the moment right away. Johnny wouldn't do something like that if it was meaningless to him.
"Never found anyone worthy of having them, not one, until I met you, V." Johnny struggled to look up at her.
"Johnny-"
"You had to accept me coming into your life with no warning. Probably know me better than anyone ever has." He watched as she put them around her neck.
"Really didn't have much of a choice, but I'll be honest, I like having you around," V replied, letting the tags rest between her cleavage.
"Of all the people I could've ended up stuck in, I'm glad it was you." 
The softest grin played on his lips and V realized it was the first time she'd seen him genuinely smile. No hint of anger, spite, or sarcasm at all.
She could've come back with a snarky comment like their usual banter but reconsidered. She couldn't ruin the surprisingly soft side he just revealed.
"I uh... thanks, Johnny. Means a lot." She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.
Johnny tensed and V froze, both of them realizing they'd never actually been this close to one another, even though they were connected. V placed her hand on his cheek and turned towards him, hesitating before pressing her lips to his softly.
V noticed his hesitation immediately and began to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and brought her back.
"You don't have to... I- I probably shouldn't have... "
He silenced her with a soft kiss that quickly turned harsh. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in closer, his lips moving perfectly against hers. When he finally released her she was in a daze, feeling like the breath had been taken from her lungs.
"Johnny, I-"
"Been curious about that." He said.
"Yeah? Why'd you wait so long?" She teased as she tried to regain her composure.
"Didn't think you wanted it. Why'd you waste your time on the cop?"
"Just can't let that go, can ya?" She laughed and leaned in for a hug.
"Never will. Still annoys me." He pulled her in and held her pressed against his chest.
"I wouldn't have fucked him had I known you wanted this." V was enjoying the softness of his touch as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips.
"Guess we need to communicate better," he said.
"And here I thought our problem was too much communication." She kissed his neck without thinking and paused, unsure if he was ready for more.
Johnny let out a soft sigh, "you need to rest."
"I'm not tired. Especially not now." V said, not moving away from him.
"Not really sure of this is a good idea." Johnny said.
"Since when do you worry about that?" V pressed her lips to his neck again.
"Since I started to like havin' you around," he admitted, but he made no move to stop you.
"Isn't that a good reason to keep going?" She pulled back, searching his expression for an answer.
"Relationships with me tend to break down once the fucking starts."
"It's not like you can leave though." V shrugged.
"Might not work out like you think." He  stood still and let her continue to kiss along his jaw.
"It might work out better than you think." V placed her hand on his chest.
"Stop and think it over before you keep doin' that, V." He let out a low grunt as she continued to kiss closer to his lips.
"Already thought about it, Johnny," she whispered, breath hot against his skin.
His hand was around her throat in an instant as he shifted their positions, pressing her back against the wall.
"Ain't no going back after. Sure you want this?" Johnny's lips were close, but just out of reach for her.
"Yes, Johnny. Tell me you don't?" She was already panting for him.
"Pretty sure you know the answer to that, V," he said softly.
"Then take what you want," she whispered, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.
"Exactly what I've always done and it usually doesn't end well."
"But not with me." V was struggling to keep from begging. 
"V-"
"Please, Johnny?" She asked softly, hoping he'd give in to what they both wanted.
He pulled her into a harsh kiss, making her moan at the sudden contact.
His hands moved down her sides to grab the hem of her tanktop and pull it over her head. The sound of his dog tags clinging as they fell back to her chest was like music to his ears.
Johnny returned his lips to hers as if he was dying for another taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. His hands moved down to her pants, working at the button and her belt until he could push her pants down to her knees.
He had to concentrate on being gentle with her after what happened. That wasn't his usual style, but for her, he was willing to change things up. He was finally understanding why it could be satisfying to put someone else's needs above his own. V more than deserved that, especially after he was dropped unceremoniously into her psyche.
"Damn shoes." She sighed as she worked to get them off.
"No rush, V." Johnny said as he trailed his lips down her neck.
She finally got them off and shuffled out of her pants. She pulled him close and kissed him again, needing to feel his lips against her once more.
"We're going slow. Can't have you feeling worse." He slowly walked her towards the bed and gently laid her down.
"You don't have to treat me like glass, Johnny. Not gonna break that easy."
"No doubts that you're tough, V. But you need to take it easy." He crawled on the bed and peeled her panties off, settling between her thighs.
"Just relax," he said as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up her cunt.
V inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue flicking over her clit.
"Fuck, Johnny." She squirmed.
"Still, V." He ordered and ducked his head back down to focus on eating her out.
She gripped the sheets beneath her and tried to stay still, but it was proving to be a lot harder than she thought.
The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths and the faint sound of Johnny's tongue lapping at her clit.
The bed creaked beneath her the harder he pressed her into the mattress.
"Johnny..." V panted for him the closer she got to coming.
"Let go for me, V." Johnny said.
She held on as long as she could, not ready for it to end.
"Don't be stubborn, V," he said, breath warm against her skin.
"You're the stubborn one, Johnny, remember?" She moaned as she squirmed beneath him.
Johnny grinned and dove back in, moving his tongue faster and easing two fingers into her. V bucked and writhed  until she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Fuck... don't stop- right there." She moaned loudly as she came.
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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years
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Treasure hunt Part 2
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Pairing: dragon!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of breeding, non-con.
Words: 2035.
Summary: No knight would dare to save a sacrificial bride of the dragon.
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Stepping on the cold stone floor of the cave, you carefully circled around the mountains of gold and silver and moved forward. Navigating in the dark was incredibly hard, but the soft glow of gems and shining armours here and there helped you to get through. 
You were in your old torn nightgown again, the fancy garments Steve had gifted you laying on the bed along all those necklaces, earrings, cuffs, broches and rings finished with precious stones. You didn't need any of those as you run towards your way out of the deep cave. The only thing you craved for was your freedom.
Almost tripping over the golden spear, you finally saw the moonlight coming from the entrance of dragon's dungeon. You held your breathe. You were so close.
In a second you sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon, thinking of the dark night sky, huge fields and mountains surrounding the cave. It was scary to think you would have to fend for yourself from now on, but you were a traveler. You could make it as long as no one tried to seize you like those villagers, now all gone thanks to the dragon's wrath. You gulped. You prayed he would sleep soundly while you sneak out in the darkness of the night.
A part of you felt guilty for leaving him after everything he had done for you, but being his little pet because he deemed you too feeble to leave was humiliating. Maybe you would find some other way to thank him for his generosity later. As of now, the only thing on your mind was getting away from this place.
You could already feel the slight chill in the air when you got closer to the huge entrance of the cave and rushed towards it, thinking of nothing else but the cool wind blowing outside. Your lips curled when you saw the moon and stars high above you. However, before you stepped on the grass, you felt a push so strong you ended up thrown far back at the rocky floor and yelped in sudden pain - you crushed your elbow, blood seeping from it on the cold stone beneath you. Tears sting at your eyes as you hugged your arm and bit down on your lip to stop screaming.
What was that? What had pushed you so hard it sent you flying? You saw nothing in front of you, no scary creatures guarding the entrance of the prison you were locked in. Yet something didn't want you leave.
... or rather someone.
In a few moments you heard a distant sound of flapping gaunt wings and stilled. You had awoken the dragon with your cry, and now he was coming for you. You had failed terribly.
His blue eyes were glowing in the dark brighter than gems as he flew to you in his true form, big as a mountain, while you stared at his scaled golden wings with horror. His monstrous shadow covered you from above before he started landing, his gaze disturbing, anxious. A flap of his wings set off a little tornado, and you pressed yourself to the floor in panic. He was going to eat you. Burn you. Make you suffer for your disobedience. You had to stay in the cave instead of opposing his wish to protect you.
You sobbed quietly once the dragon had partly changed his form in haste - although his body was human, his sharp claws and long tale belonged to the dragon, his new appearance strange and frightening. He hurried towards you, his eyes on your blood-stained arm.
"What happened to you, my love?" Steve asked, bending over and reaching for your elbow. "Why did you leave your bed?"
What could you answer? With eyes full of tears, you kept your mouth shut, watching him growing with worry at your silence. You had betrayed his trust. 
"I will heal your wound, stay still." He sighed when you chewed on your lower lip, afraid to look at him.
The ointment suddenly appeared in his hand as if by magic, and Steve had torn the cotton fabric forcefully to look at the blood seeping from your arm. He said nothing at all as he wiped the wound and applied fresh-smelling balm on your skin. You felt disgusted at yourself: your savior had been so patient and kind, yet you preferred to escape without expressing your gratitude.
"You gave up all the gifts I brought you, my love." The dragon stated calmly as he finished. "Why? Don't be silent, sweetheart. I demand you to speak."
Desperately wiping the tears falling again and again with the back of your hand, you nodded. You could not bring youself to open your mouth.
"Why?" He asked one more time, his eyes the same color as the dark sky again. "Why do you want to leave me, my love? Have I not treated you kindly? Have I not given you everything you wanted?"
"I want to see the night sky." You muttered under your breathe, looking at the torn hem of your nightgown. "I want to feel the grass under my feet and listen to the chirping of the crickets."
"You are not my prisoner, sweetheart. I can bring you wherever you want me to."
A whine rebounded from your chest at his words.
"I don't want to be a sacrificial lamb." You sobbed, shaking your head desperately. "I don't want to be a pet. I don't want to ask for permission every time I step outside the cave."
"You are not my pet." The dragon whipped his huge sharp tail with such force it ruined one of the mountains of gold close to it, and you squeezed your eyes shut, terrified of his temper tantrums. "You are the one I've chosen to keep by my side, shield from the dangers of the world and share my treasures with you so you would share yours. Why isn't it enough? What else do I have to do?"
He pressed his lips together in a thin line, his claws dangerously close to your body as if he were going to sank them in your sensitive flesh and tear you apart. He would kill you, oh he would, you felt it in your bones. 
"I have nothing to give you, Steve, Sarah's son." You uttered and finally raised your head to meet his darkened gaze. "And I want nothing from you. Why do you want to keep me? You won't profit from it."
His eyes softened at the sight of your flushed face, wet from tears still streaming down your cheeks and chin. You looked so pathetic in front of him in your old nightgown, degraded bloodstains covering once white fabric, yet so beautiful, so lovely it enraged him to think he could lose you despite all his efforts. It bewildered him how fast he had grown used to your calming presence, your smell, your voice. You said you had nothing to give him, but you were so wrong. He wanted you. He wanted to feel you close, see your pretty face, touch your tender body heavy with his child, your breasts full of milk... He wanted you like no other treasure of his. No one but you could give him what he desired the most.
All of a sudden, he jumped at you and covered your trembling shoulders with his callous palms, his hungry mouth devouring yours while you were frozen on the spot. His hot tongue had poked at your lips, and you gave up to him, granting him access and barely recognizing what you were doing. It felt like a shock jolted him, followed by a pleasant tingling, and the dragon slammed his mouth down against yours with a groan.
"You have a lot to give me." He crooned when you were left gasping for air, astounded and confused. "You have something no one but you can grant me, sweetheart."
You gasped once his clawed hands cupped your soft belly through the thin cotton fabric, watching the man panting and looming above you. You realized just how wrong you were, thinking of him as your protector, a knight in shining armor while he was exactly who villagers told you he was - a hungry monster craving for his bride's warm flesh, just in a different way. 
"No, no." You tried pushing him back, and his sharp tail hit the ground loudly, making you shiver. "P-please, I'm only human. I can't do it."
"My mother was human too." Letting out a chuckle, Steve lowered the nightgown on your shoulders while you desperately clenched the fabric in your arm, your other palm on his chest to prevent him from coming closer. "Why are you afraid? I won't harm you. In the end, this is the destiny of all women, isn't it? To become a good wife and mother. Surely, it is better to belong to me rather than any filthy peasant?"
You couldn't keep arguing, knowing your words would fall in deaf ears, and tried breaking free from his grip only to make the dragon more excited as he climbed on top of you, lifting the hem of your nightgown as his hands trailed upward. His palms were burning your thighs when you whimpered, shaking and moving beneath him like a snake. Why was he doing it? Did he force himself on each and every bride of his and got rid of them later once he got bored?
"Please, please let me go." You pleaded, feeling him leaving hot kisses down your neck and shoulders, his lips dry but soft. "Let me leave, I beg of you!"
"Oh you can't leave, sweetheart. You've eaten the dragon fruit, remember?" His toothy smile made you feel sick. "Now you are bound to me."
"Like all of them were?" You yelled in disgust and despair, staring at the dragon's hollowed blue eyes. "Did you truly let them go as you said? Or did you eat them when you no longer loved them?"
Your words made him laugh as he bared your breasts, ripping the fabric apart with his claws but avoiding touching your skin before his hands fully tranformed into human ones. Dragon's enourmous tail layed close to you, its razor-edged tip reminding you Steve could kill you within a few seconds.
Then he stroked your wet cheek with his fingers and cooed softly, his gaze darkening at the sight of your angered face. "None of them deserved to stay, sweetheart. I let them go. I don't know why you insist I eat humans as if I were a lowly beast, but if you're so eager to see me doing it, I will eat you."
Your mouth tasted like copper when you bit on your lip too hard, missing the mischievous look in Steve's bright blue eyes as you flinched from his touch, his tail now pressing you to the cold stony floor. The dragon backed down a bit, and you saw how he hungrily looked at your thighs and belly. He prepared to devour you, tear your flesh apart, and you were to die at his hands for your stubbornness and stupidity. Trembling like a leaf, you shut your eyes, preparing for the end.
Then you winced from a tender touch, Steve caressing your naked mound with his hand lovingly, his eyes watching you intently. What was that? Was he going to sank his teeth into?..
You covered your mouth with your palm as you felt his long wet tongue on your gentle folds. Gods, it would be even more painful than you had ever imagined. This perverted monster wanted to devour your womanhood. But before you could cry out in pain, you suddenly mewled from his pleasurable kitten licks and squirmed, trying to get up to see what the dragon was doing.
"W-wha..."
"I'm sorry, my dear." Steve smirked, raising his head a bit and pressing a shameless kiss to your mound. "But this is how I like to eat cute little girls like you. So, keep this pretty hand away from your mouth and let me show you how good I can make you feel."
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stubbedbakutoes · 4 years
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Get a Clue
In which Bakugou only smiles around the people he wants to be around, and his girl (y/n) isn't one of them, especially the man who's hitting on her.
pairing: asshole!bakugou x fem reader
word count: 1.6k
genre: angst, lovers to enemies
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The car had a tense atmosphere. After one hour into their two hour drive up to their mutual friend Todoroki's wedding, Bakugou and (y/n) hadn’t spoken to each other once, his attention being kept on the road, whilst hers was on the phone in her hands.
“Useless fucking GPS.” Irritation pricked at him as he took a U-turn when they reached a dead end.
“It said to take a left, then a right.” She stated, rolling her eyes in the process.
“And look where it got us.” Rage churned inside of him.
“You took two lefts.” She indicated, glancing over at him just in time to chuckle at him taking notice of his mistake since he swallowed down his frustration.
“Thanks.” He deadpanned, not sounding even an ounce grateful.
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They had only been in the reception of the wedding for half an hour when (y/n) noticed Bakugou start to fidget beside her and unnecessarily tap his fingers on the table as if he was counting down the minutes until he could get home.
“Listen to the best man's speech, will you?” She whispered.
“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without being annoying?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.
“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without that snarl on your face?” (y/n) retorted, “You have a pretty smile, you should show off those teeth more often.”
“I smile around people I want to be around.”
“Oh c'mon, your best friend is getting wedded!” She giggled, moving her chair closer to whisper. “That lady seated across us may look frightening but she's got a big personality and that guy who accidentally stepped on your foot is probably really sweet too-“
“I was talking about you.” His frustration kicked in.
“M-me?” She stuttered, not expecting that from him at all despite his provocative attitude ever since she stopped by his house earlier morning to drive them here.
“Yes, you.” He spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a kid. “You give me an actual headache when you talk. I thought I made that clear. Wake up, get a clue!“
He held up a finger to indicate he wasn't quite done yet. “And I’m not smiling if I want to, it's not as if I’m making the guests tremble with fear. They always seem to choose me over you and, to be straightforward, I don’t blame them because you're so tiring to be with.”
Ouch. That stung. She took a second to sort through her rapidly moving thoughts. "I thought things were going g-great."
Bakugou let out the fakest laugh ever. "Real low, (y/n)."
"Why the fuck are we even together anymore?!" Y/N eventually whisper-yelled, throwing her hands up in exasperation.    
"Fuck knows why," he practically spat. "I wouldn't even give a shit if you left."   
She was at loss for words, opening and closing her mouth and blinking back the tears she could feel stinging her eyes. She quickly and quietly picking her things up because she no longer had to be here.
"Where – " Bakugou sighed, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back slightly as he groaned. "Where are you going, (y/n)?" He asked tiredly, looking back at the woman in question.     
"Why do you care?" (y/n) scoffed, still seated. "You don't want to be around me anyway, right? You want me to take a hint, right?" She mocked. "So...I’m leaving. Leaving, as in— leaving. I’m done. I’m finished, I can’t—” she shook her head. “I’m done. We’re over.”
Bakugou turns to look at her, an almost unimpressed look on his face. “... Okay. And?” He had a sinister smile on his face. “We were never going to last. You’re just— not good enough for me.”
The Bakugou she fell in love with is now nothing but a stranger to her.
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(y/n) was in a little black dress that flaunted off her legs with just the right amount of cleavage. Hair's let down, styled carefully, make-up done up as best as she could. (y/n)'s already normally usually feeling like she wasn't good enough for anyone, so having someone she loved with all heart point it out made her feel miserable because tonight was supposed to be different since she actually felt confident and comfortable in her own skin for the first time in ages.
It's been an hour since she broke it off with Bakugou. Sobbing silently, (y/n) headed to the wedding's open bar instead, ordering a beer. It was a cheap brand so it tasted like shit but she drank it anyway, knowing that she'd have to borrow money from Bakugou in order to get herself something more expensive. She mentally scolded herself for thinking of him, causing her to curse loudly at herself.
A soft chuckle from beside her made her jump, and she's met with the sight of a very attractive dark-haired man, maybe a year or two older than herself.    
"Can I buy you something else? Doesn't sit right on the tongue, doesn't it?" He nodded over to the glass bottle she's got her fingers wrapped around.   
Y/N smiled, shaking her head lightly, "Doesn't really matter, as long as it eases the pain" she shrugged a shoulder.    
The man pulled a face, "It's still pretty terrible."  
 "... Yeah, kinda is," she answered and she's laughing lightly – the man also laughing along. "I'm, uh, (y/n), by the way," she grinned from ear to ear, offering him a hand to shake.
"I'm – " he started, but was cut off by someone clearing their throat and then there was the feel of someone wrapping their arm around Y/N's waist.   
"Don't know, don't care," Bakugou's familiar voice drifted into her ears and it's obviously him that's got his arm wrapped around her waist because no one else could immediately make her feel so warm and safe by just a simple act of love. Until an hour ago, that is. So she physically restrained herself from leaning into his touch and slid away from his hold.  
The stranger cleared his throat awkwardly, eyeing Bakugou for a brief moment before backing down and stepping away because Bakugou's glaring at him so hard that even someone innocent would feel guilty for no reason whatsoever.
Y/N slid her gaze over to him and Bakugou's still glaring at the direction in which the man's just walked away, so she huffed in frustration and crossed her arms across her chest as she stared him down.  
"What the fuck was that?" Y/N practically hisses. Who is he to chase off the guy that she'd just been talking with when he was off breaking her heart just an hour before? He's no one, that's who.   
"I want to marry you." Bakugou's voice is low as he speaks, eyes narrowing down on Y/N as she stares up at him defiantly. "I mean it...really."
"I want to burn the image of when I first see you in a dress, the way I cry and how I couldn’t stop crying afterward, and how I feel both embarrassed and glad for my crying, embarrassed because I’m a man and crying in public is still hard, and glad because it means something when you cry on your wedding day. And the way I lift our clasped hands after we're announced, and how I feel accomplished in life, something in between 'We did it,' and, 'Holy Shit this is actually happening.' and-" he cut himself off, not because he was done with his rant.
But because he was crying. He was actually full-fledged crying, tears streaming down either sides of his cheeks and his nose was reddening from sniffling too much. She took a step forward, and Bakugou didn't see her move, because he was so preoccupied with wiping at his eyes – as though to get rid of any evidence that he'd been crying.    
"Fuck off," She nearly laughed out. “That’s not what you were saying an hour ago.”
“I know that but I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t.”
“Do I?” She looked up to find he was avoiding her intimidating gaze. “Because whoever that was who pushed me out and tried to imply I was a nuisance is certainly not the man I plan to get along with, let alone marry.”
“No. No, I-I’m just. You know I love you. You know I want to— I want this. You know that you mean the fucking world to me, you always have, you always will. I just— I was mad at myself because— I saw, fucking firsthand, how many people want you, and how you could have anyone, but then— you— you’re with me. The quick-tempered asshole, and—” He stopped, figuring his words are all but making sense to her, chest heaving up and down rapidly like he had just been running kilometers at a time. His eyes are still wide, maybe even a little crazed. 
She stayed completely silent. 
All she did was stare at him, breathing almost as heavily as he was. But her ears rang with his words and God, she wanted to walk away so badly—but she doesn’t think she's physically capable of doing so from the boy that she was sure she's going to never stop loving because she's whipped for the guy. Feeling's mutual though, since (y/n) had his heart in the palm of her hands and she wasn't even aware of it because all he did was make her feel like he's leagues above her and it's such a shitty feeling.
Bakugou was the first to break the silence. “I’m begging you, (y/n)” Bakugou nearly whispered out, eyes a shade of stained glass. "If you want to walk out right now, not even be near me, I’ll understand. But— fuck. Please don’t leave me for good. Please let me make up for my shortcomings as your boyfriend, and hopefully— hopefully — as your husband and...the dad of our future children."
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dangerouslcve · 3 years
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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton
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Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader
Warnings: None.
A/n: This was very nerve racking to post, but I hope this answers all your questions.
Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.  
Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...
Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton
Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter Fifteen: The Deal
  You both stood on the ponds deck looking out over the water for a moment. Appreciating the silence and the shine on the water as the sun sets, colorful leaves slowly falling onto the water with each cold breeze. Finally, Taron turned to you never letting go of your hand before he grabs the other one bringing both of them to his lips before looking at you with puppy dog eyes that make your heart melt.
"I don't know where to start," he says while taking his thumbs over your fingers. "There is so much to tell you and I have to get it right." as much as you wanted a simple 'I really like you please be my girlfriend' confession you knew better. He had something difficult to explain to you, something you weren't even sure you were ready for.
"Maybe do, I have good news and I have bad news." you suggest shrugging slightly watching for a reaction. He nods curtly.
"Good Idea. Which one do you want first?"
"Most people want the good news." you chuckle and he tilts his head to the side.
"Maybe," he says "But you are not like most people."
"Okay... Bad news then." He bit his lip squeezing your hands.
"Promise me you won't leave until the good news?" you had no plans to leave but you were also feeling terrified as to what he was going to confess. He brought your hands to his chest placing them over his heart. "I'm going to tell you the truth," he says "You wont believe me, but you deserve to know even if it breaks you."
"Okay." a sinking feeling in your stomach took hold of you. You were glad when Taron made you sit down because you didn't trust your legs to hold your weight anymore. He paced the deck a couple times before taking a deep breath.
"Three years ago you were in an accident..."
You groan. You couldn't help it you had a dislike towards the whole accident topic. Besides, you wanted to talk about the thing going on between you and Taron not some accident that happened which nearly killed you. The accident wasn't going to hold answers to any of the questions you had about Taron.
"Just listen," he says shooting you a look that makes you shut up. "In the accident someone was with you despite what some might say. Do you remember the weather that night?"
You shrugged "I think..."
"Well," he seemed to be searching for the right words. "Someone took you home that night. Someone who loved you, who still loves you."
"Taron I don't understand what your talking about?" you watch as he takes a seat next to you on the bench.
"Of course you don't and I don't exactly have the best track record of explaining it to you." he lowered his voice taking his hands down your hair and your cheek smiling sadly. "But all I can do is try... Here goes nothing."
"Okay.." You tried to act less scared and confused than how you actually felt.
"I fell in love," he said taking your hands in his holding them tightly. "And it ended because of a mistake I made." you closed your eyes and withdrew your hands from his. He fell in love but it wasn't you... How embarrassing of course he was with other people than you. He squeezed your knee and it made you gasp. It felt the same as it did in your dream. "Look at me," he pleads and you do as he says "Here's where it gets hard." you swallow hard waiting for him to finish. "The person I fell in love with was you."
You had been holding your breath the whole time and you meant to exhale but it came out as a sharp laugh. "Right Taron," you say standing up  "That sounds horrible."
"Listen." he pulls you back down with a force that made your shoulder throb.  His eyes flashed an intense shade of hazel and you knew he was getting angry and so were you. "I'm begging you, let me explain." his voice cracked "The problem isn't loving you."
You take a deep breath, you willed yourself to listen to whatever absurd thing that came out of his mouth next. "What is it then?" he looked a mess you had never seen him act so vulnerable.
"I had to make a deal with your parents to never be around you again..." your heart plummets to your stomach as you stare at him in disbelief. The deal... The words he kept murmuring to himself last night...
"I'm sorry could you um... Say that again?"
"I had to make a deal with your parents." he repeats you were still lost and in shock of it all but a stream of words were pouring out of his mouth to explain. "I was driving you the night of the accident back home. When we crashed I was so scared I lost you. I woke up in a hospital bed remembering nothing for days until it finally all came back to me. No one would tell me if you were alright, I had to lay in bed remembering all the times we spent thinking you were dead. When I healed I visited you and found you hooked up to machines face busted up but you were alive and that was all that mattered to me."
"My dreams..." you say trying to say something anything. "They were real?"
"They are your memories Y/n,"
"What?"
"Memories from our past."
"Please-" this was absolutely insane. You wanted to plug your ears so badly but you knew you couldn't you had to listen to what he had to say.
"When we met, well... When you came here I tried my best to avoid you but you somehow always found me. I wanted to avoid the inevitable heart break but it never mattered because someone always had a hand in bringing us together again." he shook his head staring down at his clenched fists, looking like he wanted to hit something unable to raise his eyes to meet yours. "And when you saw me I knew you remembered. You had the look in your eyes the same look that night before the accident."
"Taron-"
"I can resist or leave you, or try my hardest to not respond to you but it made no difference. You fell for me again and I with you."
"Is that so terrible? Falling for me?"
"It will break your heart."
"Stop it!" you cry standing up from your seat "What are you trying to do! Scare me away?!"
"No." he snorts looking out at the pond. "Wouldn't work anyway."
"If you don't want to be with me..." you trail off hoping that this all was some sick joke and not your reality. This couldn't be the truth.. "There is probably a more believable story."
"I know this sounds incredibly-"
"Crazy?"
He smiles "I was going to say vague. But I'm trying not to hide anything from you. This is just a very very delicate subject sometimes just talking like this has-"
"Broke my heart?"
"I was gonna say broke my heart." he was in obvious pain and you wished you could comfort him but not now. Not after everything he was and is telling you. You didn't want to believe any of it but somewhere in the back of your mind told you everything he was saying was true.
"This whole thing does not make any sense- You're not making any sense." you say to him sitting down at the end of the bench keeping your distance from him.
"There is not manual on how to explain a situation like this to the girl you love," he says softly looking at you with pleading eyes "I'm doing the best I can Y/n. I want you to believe me, what do I need to do?"
"Tell a different story," you say in a cold tone "Make up a saner excuse."
"You said yourself you felt as if you knew me from somewhere. I tried to shut it down for as long as I could because I knew this would happen."
"Yeah from like one of the shops or something!" you say trying to hide the fear that was surfacing. "Like a pub or a restaurant not from my life before the accident!" you shook your head "No.... I can't-" the only thing you can't do was you can't remember...You covered your face with your hands. Taron uncovered your face.
"And yet you know it's true." he clasped your knees with his hands staring deeply into your eyes. "You may not remember our relationship, but I do. I remember when we hiked constitution hill because you wanted a picture of us together. You always did love the view of the ocean. When we took a boat ride out with my mum, step dad and two little sisters in Tenby for our holiday. When we went to London for the weekend together to visit your family in Liverpool. I bought you that beautiful gold LFC keyring for your car. You wore it around like it was a gold medal you never did use it for your car.... Sooner or later you will realize that everything I have told you is true but you won't let yourself accept what you might feel is the truth." you felt your cheeks heat up as if it were responding to the words that had just fell from his lips. You weren't sure of anything anymore. "I do all these things," Taron says leaning his forehead against yours "Because you are my love Y/n. For me, you are all I want and need." your hands went slack. You felt so betrayed and hurt and confused and angry all in one. It was all to much for you to even begin to understand or think about you had to leave.
You lean away from Taron and stood. Your head was spinning. You were with Taron in the past? your parents made a deal with him to stay away from you? and he accepted?!
"Y/n."
You waved him off, "I need to go somewhere. By myself. I don't want to be around anyone right now." You leaned against the railing feeling weak. How could he?
"You're not okay." he said standing out reaching for you but you stopped him.
"No." you say firmly. He stops what he is doing immediately.
"I'm so sorry," he sighs. "I don't know what I expected telling you, I shouldn't have..."
Shouldn't have? you were glad he told you because you were going to berate him and your parents after you could think properly. You never though until now you needed to get away from Taron, but right now you needed to get as far away from him as you possibly can. The way he was looking at you with eyes that were pleading for you to say you would meet up with him later to discuss more but you were no longer sure that was a good idea. The more he said the more you felt something in the back of your mind waking up and you weren't sure if you were up for it yet. You didn't feel like a crazy person anymore after the story Taron told, for once in three years you felt sane. You started off towards the school before you stopped for a moment slowly turning around.
Taron hadn't moved. "What is it?"
"I promised I would stay for the good news." you answer him and he smiles.
"Well the good news is... Your still here with me."
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robinruns · 3 years
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Time for More Music Rambling That Absolutely Fucking No One Cares About Except Me! With Robin
Spotify for desktop updated earlier this week and I really like the changes they've made, as they're mostly cosmetic, but there is one thing I'm not loving. My one complaint is that I'm having a hell of a time finding the "made for me" playlists. I can track them down, but they used to be right there. Whatever.
I do however really love is the VERY SPECIFIC numbers of plays on ALL SONGS, not just the top tracks. As you can see below that I'm listening to Van Weezer and Hero has 9,356,030 plays, while All the Good Ones only has 5,846
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Another change that isn't quite as in your face is the fact you can get your top artist and songs of the month in your profile, which I don't believe I've seen before, but maybe I'm not remembering. My brain hasn't been super reliable lately. Anyway, my stats are very unsurprising lol
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Also it's Alyse's (aka pronoun) birthday! Stream I WANNA DIE BUT I CAN'T (CUZ I GOTTA KEEP LIVING)
Did Weezer really put the guitar riff from Crazy Train on Blue Dream? (This post has taken so long, I'm just gonna review Van Weezer I guess) It's not as bad as I feared it would be. I know that it was pushed back due to covid, but it was REALLY pushed back and that's never a good sign. But it's not terrible. I appreciate the heavier guitars, but Rivers' voice over them is... unconvincing, I guess. I hope when we finally get to see them at Hella Mega that they give us a good mix of new and classic stuff (this goes for Fall Out Boy and Green Day too).
My favorite new song of the week is Every Window is a Mirror by Joywave, check it out!
Ok I think this is all for now!
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Small droplets ping against the metal bucket that sits in the middle of my living room, slowly filling it up. The landlord refuses to fix the leak in my roof, saying it'd be too expensive. I don't mind it though. Some may think my apartment isn't the greatest. The lack of insulation making it slightly difficult in the winter, but I'm not bothered. I keep many thick blankets in my house, so when it gets cold, I get to bundle up in them to stay warm. I also have a large window in my kitchen that faces the street. This is where I sit, watching the rain pour down outside, splashing on the pavement. Few people pass by, their colorful umbrellas adding beauty to the dull grey surroundings. I think of the water, how far it must've travelled just to fall onto my street. The rivers and oceans it must've flown through, the wonders it could've touched.
Life is beautiful
I carry my mother's frail body from the couch to her bed, empty bottles clinking as my foot bumps them. I've been doing this since I was fifteen. My father was gone before I was born, and my mother hadn't taken it well, drowning in alcohol. I've never once seen her sober. Through my childhood, I didn't even see her that much. She worked so many jobs to keep us alive, she was rarely home. Whenever she was home, she yelled at me or hit me whenever she looked at me, saying I looked too much like my father. I always hid in the closet with a flashlight, reading books that I got from the school library. My love of literature has only grown since. As I lay her down, she groans, rolling over to face me. "Namjoon..." she whispers. "You're such a disappointment." Those are her last words before she slips into a deep slumber. I kiss her on the cheek before I leave, stepping into the warm sunshine. Being able to walk out of there, no longer trapped in her clutches is the best feeling. I am free, able to do whatever I want.
Life is beautiful.
As I sit here, surrounded by my sobbing family members, I stare at the closed casket containing my grandfather. They lower it down into the ground, and my grandmother screams, sobbing into my uncle's chest. I've kept it together for so long, not letting go of my emotions. Her wails cause a single tear to roll down my cheek, her heartbreak causing my own pain. My grandfather was a great man. Out of all my family members, he was the only one that actually seemed like he cared about me. He would give me old books, read me to sleep whenever I went to their house because my mother got into trouble, he even taught me English to broden my horizons, being able to read more wonderful books. As the funeral ends, I walk through the graveyard, thinking back on fond memories. As I walk, I spot a small sapling protruding from the ground. I kneel down to examine it, and I smile. One life is taken, one is started. This sapling will grow into a strong tree, and I will come visit it, as a memorial for my grandfather.
Life is beautiful.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim, I don't know how to say this." The doctor says, looking over his clipboard. I sit across from him, wondering what he's reading. "The tumor has grown to a size that would be impossible to operate on. I'm so sorry, you have maybe a year at most." He says. I let his words sink in. I thank him and shake his hand before exiting the hospital. I walk over the bridge with my hands in my pockets. A year at most. At twenty five, I'll be gone. It wasn't long, but it was good. I sit down on my favorite park bench, watching people pass by. I spot a young couple sat on a blanket, having a picnic together. They look so happy, laughing and smiling at each other. Love radiates off of them, and I smile, their happiness warming my heart. What a wonderful feeling that must be, being loved by someone, loving them.
Life is beautiful.
I sit in the small diner, chatter from it's regular occupants reverberating off the walls. I sip my coffee as the waitress cleans the bar around me. I've been coming here for years, the aesthetic relaxing me. As I look around, I see a new face. A young woman tucked into a corner booth, resting her head on her hand as she pokes at her food with a fork. She looks out the window, a small smile tugging at her lips as a dog on a leash passes by. She licks her chapped lips as she turns back to her food, yawning as she rubs her eyes.
She is beautiful.
I start to come to the diner more often, and she's there most of the time. Sometimes she eats, sometimes she just has a coffee and reads. It took three weeks to gather the courage to talk to her. I sit down at her booth, and her eyebrows raise. "Can I help you?" She asks. Today was a coffee and reading day, and I notice the title of her book. "Les Miserablés. That's a great read." I smile. "You've read it?" She asks, shifting in her seat. "I read it three times." I reply. "Isn't it amazing? The structure is phenomenal, and the description, the imagery, just, incredible." She rambles. She seems so happy. It's great to see a genuine smile on her typically somber face. We sit for hours talking about our favorite books. Her voice is so soft and sweet, I feel like I could listen to it every second of every day. Sooner than I expected, the waitress came to tell us it was closing time. We nod, standing up so she could clean the table. We stand outside, saying our goodbyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." I say, not wanting her to leave. "It's Y/N." She smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She is beautiful.
We start seeing each other more. Instead of just the diner, we see each other at our houses, go out together, we even had a picnic together. I've never been so happy in my life. She's told me her past, how her parents abused her and kicked her out of the house at only fifteen, how she had to drop out of school to work full time to support herself. Through all she hardships she's faced, she still came out strong with a positive outlook on life. Through the darkness, she always saw the light, and focused on that, no matter how dim it was. I admire her for that. She's like me. Even with all the negativity in the world, there is always something positive, and she understands that. She is brave and sweet and caring.
She is beautiful.
She loves me. It took a month, but I finally told her how I felt, and she feels the same way. "I love you, Kim Namjoon." She said that. I kissed her too. Her lips were so soft against mine, like a rose. I want to be with her forever. However, I don't have forever. I told her about my tumor. She cried, and I apologized for making her sad. I never want to see her sad. I held her in my arms as she cried into my chest. Seeing her so upset hurts, and I make her look at me as I wipe her tears. "Y/N, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I don't want to hurt you. I never wanted that. I couldn't help myself that day. I shouldn't have wrapped you into all of this but I did. I'm so sorry." I tell her, a tear streaming down my cheek. She reaches up, holding my hands and placing a small kiss on my palm. "Namjoon, I want to stay with you until it's time. I will be with you until the end. I love you and I will never leave you." She says. I hug her tightly, shaking slightly as I cry silently.
Her words are beautiful.
These past months have been the best of my life. Every time I see her my heart warms up, my smile never fades. Knowing she still loves me makes the last year of my life worth while. I've learned everything about her, and the more I learned, the deeper I fell in love. After a few months she wanted me to move in with her, so I did. being able to hold her in my arms every night is the best feeling. She's treated me amazing, and I've given her the same treatment. I want to prove to her as much as I can how much I care about her. I can tell that everything is taking a toll on her. Even though she is drained, she still shows that she loves me. I don't want to leave her.
She is beautiful.
She brought me to the hospital. My head hurts so bad, I collapsed yesterday. I have a feeling today is the day. It's too soon. There's still so I wanted to do with her. I wanted to marry her, have a family with her, grow old together. She holds my hand as I lay in the hospital bed. She hasn't left since she brought me here. "Y/N, you need to eat something. Please, go to the cafeteria and get something." I beg her. "No. I'm not leaving your side. I promised you, until the very end." She insists. I smile sadly at her, and rub her hand softly. This woman has given me the best year of my life. I'm so lucky. "Tell me something beautiful." I request. She thinks for a moment, smiling when she gets an idea. "Do you remember the day we met? How windy it was out? The trees looked so beautiful swaying in the breeze, the leaves drifting through the air." She describes. "That picnic we had next to your grandfather's tree. The lilies we left there for him. I'm sorry, I must be doing a terrible job at this." She sniffles. "No, you're doing an amazing job. Please, keep going." I asks. She nods, and thinks again. "That night we were in the park, and it started to rain, and instead of running like everyone else, we splashed in puddles, danced, and sat and watched the droplets fall. The sound was so calming, and sitting on that park bench, the water soaking through our clothes, I didn't want to be anywhere else. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at rain again without thinking of that day." She starts to tear up again. "Y/N, I want you to know how much you changed my life. Everything got so much better when I met you. Maybe in another life I can try to make it up to you. I'm so sorry." All of the good times we had were coming to an end. I'm so thankful she came into my life
She made my life beautiful.
A/N: We take so many small things for granted in our lives, not realizing that any day could be our last. Please, take this as a lesson of sorts, and enjoy the minor things in life. Watch a sunset, play in the rain, have fun. Do what makes you happy, and enjoy the time you have.
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Hello! So, I experienced something today that's got me really down. Someone at church told my mom that I'm really loud and sometimes he can't even hear over me from another room. Even tho its true, I'm loud bc I'm a very happy bubbly person. I was already having a bad day mentally and self worth wise so I'm really sad now. Could you do something with the choi boys and Zen with an mc like this who starts trying to be quieter and isn't as happy after someone says something like this?
I am so terribly sorry for that, nobody deserves to be put down like that. We need more people like that in the world, the happy and bubbly people are the ones who keep the world going. Please keep being who you are and don’t let anyone change that. 
I knew something was wrong the second MC was quiet at dinner. Not talking about your day, not asking about my day, and just simply picking at your plate. 
“Babe? What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned iI had done something wrong that day. 
“I’m fine” 
“No you’re not. Come on MC, talk to me” 
“I’m fine” 
“MC” No response. “MC” Still no response. 
“What is wrong babe?” 
“Zen. Stop. Please” 
“Let me help you” 
“You can’t. There’s nothing you can do to help me. I’m going to bed. Goodnight” She got up and went into our shared bedroom, and shut the door, making sure to put emphasis on the fact that she did not want me coming into the room tonight. I don’t understand it, wouldn’t she want me to go in after her and help with her problem? I knew two people I could call that could possibly help. I pull out my phone and dial the number. 
“Can you and your brother come over? MC is upset and won’t talk to me” 
“On my way” 
5 minutes later, there’s a knock on my door. Opening it, there’s the Choi brothers, standing there, smiling. 
“So, Zen, what did you do this time?” 
“I didn’t do anything, or at least, I don’t think I did” 
“Maybe its what happened earlier Saeyoung” Saeran speaks up, and Seven comes to a point of realization. 
“What happened earlier” 
“Well” Saeran starts “We were out earlier, getting ice cream, and she was chatting with me, about your career rocketing, and she seemed happy.” he pauses, “ But then someone told her to shut up, that she was too loud and no one would listen to her. She apologized and went quiet” 
I look at the brothers in shock. My MC, was told she was too loud, for being happy? There was no way I was going to allow that to happen. 
“Don’t go in there just yet Zen. Let us take care of this for now” Seven says. “We’re her best friends, and she needs us to be there.” Saeran was the first to the door, knocking lightly, and MC opens the door for him, and shuts it after he enters the room. 
I sit outside, worried with Seven. 
“She’ll be okay. I promise. She just needs to know shes perfect.” 
“But she is perfect! There is nothing wrong with her! I love her when shes happy, or even when she’s sad. I love when she talks, even if she talks a lot, I absolutely love the when she talks for hours and I can just listen to her voice” I say, smiling as I talk about my perfect MC. 
“Did you mean it?” I hear her beautiful voice from behind me. I turn and see her, tears streaming down her face. 
“Of course I meant it babe.” She runs and hugs me tightly, and Seven laughs. 
“GROUP HUG” he shouts and pulls his brother by the arm and pulls him int the hug. MC had realised the truth, that she was perfect just the way she was, and that made everything okay.
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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years
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How about... Established relationship, Bucky plans to entice/seduce Tony (using any means you'd like), so that Tony will nail him through the mattress. Or up the wall. Or on any surface really, Bucky isn't picky (fortunately, neither is Tony).
The B in Subtle Does Not Stand For Bucky (Part One)
Author Note: Dear Prompter… this story came out of the followingdiscussion: Tisfan: I’m trying to think how to do this so it’s interesting. Bucky’s idea ofseduction is “hey, babe, wanna?” if he’s not just dragging Tony off toward thebed by his hair.Everyworldneedslove: Yeah, Subtle, not exactly Bucky’s thing. Or Tony’s. Infact, Tony pretty much misses subtle entirely.
(In Tash’s defense, she did NOT realize they’d be THIS STUPID.)
Part One
It wasn’t the first time they’d annoyed Tash, Bucky knew that forsure. Probably more like the sixth. He couldn’t help it; carrying Tony out ofthe common room and upstairs to nail him right through the mattress was tootempting. He was even willing to blame Tony for it in the first place, becausethe man was handsy as hell and had a terrible habit of making lewd jokes andbedroom eyes nearly constantly.
Personally, Bucky thought Tash should give him a little bit offucking credit that he didn’t just take his incredibly sexy boyfriend to thefloor in front of God and everyone. (He’d considered it once, but managed toget them into the elevator before peeling Tony’s pants down to his thighs andswallowing his cock. Also, totally not his fault that she hit the elevatorsummon button. Really. It wasn’t.)
“You wouldn’t know subtle if it bit you on the ass,” Tash said,glowering at him.
“Subtle would be better behaved and not bite anyone,” Stevepointed out. “Certainly better behaved than Bucky’s been.”
Bucky threw his hands up in the air. Both of them ganging up onhim seemed a bit much, really. It’s not like they weren’t loud and obnoxioussometimes, too. “I can totally be subtle,” Bucky sneered. “You just watch.”
Tash took a sip of her tea and gazed at him over the rim of hermug. “We have an accord, then. No sex, unless you can get it subtly. And I willknow if you cheat. You… won’t like the consequences.”
Bucky glowered. He (had been) was the world’s deadliest assassin,credited with dozens of high-profile jobs, and he’d never been caught right upuntil he’d decided to be caught. How hard could it be, getting hisboyfriend into bed without being blatant? Tony was just as into it as Buckywas. “You’ll see,” he said again.
Bucky might have picked the worst. Week. Ever. To attemptto seduce his boyfriend quietly. The Maria Stark Foundation's annual ball wasthat week, and Tony was rather involved in the planning. Bucky knew Tony hadpeople for that sort of thing, and hell, the Foundation had people for thatsort of thing, and yet Tony hovered over the caterers and venue planners likethey were getting set to invade Latveria.
Subtle.
After a day of meetings and double-checking with severalcoordinators, plus a quarterly stockholder’s report, Tony was sure to be tired,stressed out.
Bucky chilled a bottle of wine, drew a bubble bath and sprinkledrose-petals all over the bed and waited for Tony to come back up to thepenthouse.
And waited. And waited some more. When Tony finally made his wayback to their room, he was stripped down to his workshop clothes, streaked withgrease and with an angry burn across the backs of his knuckles, shufflingacross the floor with his eyes mostly closed. By then, the bath had gone coldand the wine was warm. Not that Tony noticed either. He didn’t stop until hisknees hit the edge of the bed and then he fell face-first onto it and wasasleep before Bucky could even say hello.
Bucky sighed. Overworked genius Tony was his fifth favorite thingand Tony was adorable when he was sleeping. He peeled Tony’s clothes offwithout waking him and got him settled onto the bed, tucking the blanket aroundhim, then went to clean up. There was always tomorrow.
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The problem was, Bucky thought, more that Tony wasn’t used to anysort of subtle. He didn’t eat until his stomach was practically crawling out ofhis mouth to go hunting on his own. He didn’t rest until he was falling down.JARVIS had been known to complain from time to time that the only bad thingabout not having some sort of corporeal body was that he couldn’t smack hiscreator upside the head from time to time and send him off to nap.
On the other hand, the coffee pot was one of Tony’s favoritedevices. Bucky spent the better part of an hour composing little messages onheart-shaped sticky notes. He put one on the handle of Tony’s favorite mug, onthe top of the bean grinder, one on the side of the coffee maker, and one onthe box of donuts he left next to the coffee pot, all cake with pink glaze andsprinkles. Tony’s favorite.
Sure enough, not long after, Tony came into the kitchen, phoneheadset in place as he conferenced with someone or other -- not Pepper, he wasmuch more polite when it was Pepper. He smiled at Bucky, then reached up intothe cabinet for his mug. The sticky note fluttered off, unnoticed.
“No, what I’m telling you is that it’s a completely workable--” Hethrew up his hands in annoyance and flicked the top off the bean grinder as hereached for the beans. “No, that’s because you’re not listening to me,”he growled, and mashed the grinder button with rather more force thannecessary.
...Had that note gotten mixed in with the beans? Bucky didn’t seeit anywhere.
Tony dumped the beans into the pot and stabbed at the button. Hewas going to have to wait a few seconds for the coffee to brew, so surely he’dsee that note.
“Michaels, I’m too busy this week to come down there and tell youhow to do your job,” Tony snapped, pacing the kitchen. “If you can’t make senseof the notes, maybe I should send over someone who can. ...That’s what Ithought.”
He dragged off the headset and threw it on the counter in disgust.“Ug, how did he end up in my R&D department?” he demanded. He pulled themug out of the stream of coffee and swigged it back like particularly cheaptequila. “Oh, hey, donuts!” He nudged open the box and pulled one out, taking ahuge bite. “Fnnks, bah,” he muttered. He leaned over and left a sticky kiss onBucky’s cheek, then was gone again, mug in hand.
Bucky groaned and scrubbed at his face with both hands, listeningto the rasp of his beard as it scraped against his palm. “How does he evensurvive?” Bucky muttered, knowing that no one was listening. “Seriously?” He wasgoing to have to up his game. Shit.
Bucky thought he was starting to get somewhere with the textmessage flirting. Tony at least looked at his phone an awful lot. Boardmeetings, and R&D brainstorming sessions, and working on repairing theAvenger’s gear, and strategic planning reviews with SI security, Tony alwayshad his phone with him.
Subtle, Bucky reminded himself. Which probably meant no dick pics.
Thinking about you, babe.
He did some research. Emojis were the big thing, right? It tookhim a while to track down some hints and tips, and then it took him a littlelonger to figure out why eggplants and peaches featured in a lot of thesamples, but when he did get it, Bucky almost rolled off the couch, laughing.
He texted Tony an eggplant and a peach. Tony had the world’s mostperfect ass; more than one person had commented on it. And while Bucky wasn’tsure it actually looked like a peach, he’d be more than happy to take a bite ofit.
Tony texted back a lollipop, and a... oh, that was a tongue. Well.
Bucky scrolled through the options. Why why why were there so manydifferent icons and what the hell were even some of them supposed to be? Thereneeded to be some sort of search feature. He found a bunch of hands; let’s see…that one, index finger, pointing. And the OK. Winkie face. He was just hittingsend when the building alarm went off.
“No, no, no, no,” Bucky muttered. “What the…”
“Avengers assemble,” Steve’s voice came through the overhead. “Wehave reports of hostile non-human life forms attacking the coastal area offMaine. Quinjet, fifteen minutes!”
“No. no. no.” Bucky slid to the floor in front of the coffee tableand banged his forehead into the wooden surface before getting up. He had afucking job to do.
There were some things that should not be allowed. Giantsemi-sapient squids that spat smelly, half-frozen ink all over everything wereright at the top of that fucking list.
They were also fast as hell, prone to swatting flying Avengers outof the air like they were playing badminton with their tentacles. Iron Man hadactually gotten shoved into one beaky maw and nearly eaten before he managed tounibeam a hole in the back of the thing’s head and make an escape.
The squids’ bodies were squishy, the skin thick and rubbery, andkilling them was like trying to stuff marshmallows into a wine bottle. Theywere hard as hell to cut, and shooting them put the whole group at risk fromricochettes. Bucky wasn’t even sure they’d been defeated so much as they’dgotten bored and wandered back where they came from.
Tony had already contacted Atlantis and their obnoxious ruler,Namor the Sub-Mariner, for more useful tactics. Which would have been great,except Namor had some very strange ideas of what was befitting for his stationand Tony was having to drop everything to entertain the fucking merman.
All bad press aside, Tony could actually be quitediplomatic when he wanted to. The trick was getting him to want to -- but itturned out that having been nearly eaten by a giant squid was pretty motivating.So when Namor finally deigned to make an appearance, Tony ushered him aroundand catered to that swollen ego in the name of getting Namor to actually committo doing something about the squids.
And if Tony seemed a little stiff, his smile a little tight, well,Namor was a first-class asshole, even when being helpful. It wasn’t until thewhole nonsense was nearly done that Tony stumbled over a bit of chopped-offtentacle and winced in pain that Bucky realized he’d been hiding injuries thewhole time.
Extracting Tony from Namor’s clutches (okay, so it wasn’t thatbad, but Namor didn’t really understand human physiology and concepts like bleedingto death weren’t high on his list of concerns) involved shoving Steve atNamor and probably owing Steve a million favors, because the Prince of Atlantis(or whatever his damn title was) had something of a crush on Steve, which Stevewas desperately trying to avoid dealing with.
“God dammit, Tony,” Bucky swore, as soon as he managed toget Tony around the corner where no one would notice that Tony was limping,bleeding, and sweating like crazy inside his armor. Bucky got a thumb downinside Tony’s armor and triggered the release mechanism. The amount of bloodthat flooded out of the left boot was pretty damn worrying. Bucky gritted histeeth and picked his boyfriend up in a bridal carry. “Barton, I got cleanupduty for you, near the south door.”
Another week of celibacy, because Tony never could do shit byhalf-measures, including getting his ass almost dead. After losing so muchblood and a head injury on top of that, his recovery was complicated by thesquid ink getting into his wound, which caused an infection.
Bucky knew Tony was pretty damn sick. He knew it because Tony didn’tspend the first two days trying to check out Against Medical Advice. But it washard to be around Tony, when Bucky was already wound up from a week’s worth ofcelibacy. Bucky was a terrible person, spending too much time at Tony’s bedsidewhile he was ill, spoon-feeding him and helping him wash up with half anerection and difficulty concentrating because he was too busy staring at theway Tony’s mouth moved, or wanting to peel that thin hospital gown aside and--
Yeah, Bucky was better off just staying out of arm’s reach. Hedidn’t want to hurt Tony by accident. Bucky was a selfish, horrible person.The man had practically bled out on his feet; being ravished by a formerassassin was not what Tony needed.
Cho finally notified Bucky that they were releasing Tony frommedical. Bucky spent some time picking out an outfit; he wanted to look hisbest for Tony, maybe tempt Tony into a little messing around now that he wasfeeling better.
Tight jeans that emphasized the curve of his ass, outlined Bucky’smuscular thighs. He wasn’t quite as chesty as Steve -- Steve, who always worehis shirts too small and looked like he ought to wear a damn sports bra to keephis nipples under control -- but Bucky wasn’t lacking in muscle. He selected athin dark blue top, the material worn and comfortable, clinging to his chest injust the right places, thin enough to see the shadows of his pecs, to trace thelines of his abs. He tore the sleeve off one side -- short sleeves had atendency to get stuck in the plates of his arm and anyway, Tony liked thearm.
It was nice to see Tony up and about, his color better than it hadbeen for days. Tony gave him a quick smile and it was all Bucky could do not tolift his man up and push him against the wall to kiss him stupid. But he wasstill trying, even if it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “Hey, babe,” hesaid. He took Tony’s hand gingerly. Just the brush of his fingers againstTony’s skin was enough to tingle, sending zings of want down Bucky’s spine.Barely twining their fingers together, he led Tony over to the elevator. “Wantto grab a snack and then go home?”
Tony’s smile got a little wider and he leaned against Bucky’s sidein the elevator. “Yeah, that sounds good. Doc says I’m supposed to stay up onmeals to replace all the blood, blah blah blah. But home, for sure. So sick ofmedical I could puke.”
“Missed you,” Bucky commented, pulling Tony closer against hisside, aching for the feel of Tony’s lean body, wanting nothing more than to --
“Hey!” Steve cheered as the elevator door opened. “Tony’s back!”Bucky wasn’t going to ask about the purple marks just above Steve’s collar.Probably.
Except that the kitchen was full of Avengers, guests and friends.Rhodes had even managed to get out of whatever military shit he was doing tocome visit. And Namor, too. (That man needed to put some clothes on, really!)
Clint  had made a huge cake shaped like a bandaid (okay,really, whose idea was it to fill the cake with strawberry sauce, so as soon asit was cut, it started fucking bleeding? Ew.) and there were snacks and drinksand…
Bucky sighed. Tony was being passed around his friends like aparty favor and it took Bucky a while to find a unoccupied corner where hecould have a sulk. It’s not that he didn’t want to share his boyfriend, hejust… didn’t want to share.
Not that Bucky could be too upset; it was good to have Tonyhome, and better to see how happy he was, surrounded by friends and family. Butby the time he’d spoken to everyone and had a slice of Clint’s horrifying cakeand gotten into a “discussion” with Rhodey and Steve about the advisability ofletting weird space monsters eat him specifically so he could blast his way outagain, he was visibly exhausted.
And by the time Bucky had nudged him away from the party (still infull swing) and up to their room, Tony was pale and shaky from overexertinghimself, and obviously too drained for more than a quick kiss goodnight.
There was a large, empty space in the middle of the bed, thesheets cold and crisp. Bucky sighed and pulled himself all the way to the edgeof the bed.
At first it had been cute, in a frustrating sort of way. Tony wasabsent-minded under the best of circumstances, but he’d never been anything butpassionate when Bucky had nudged him into something.
And then it had gotten irritating; if the Avengers were deliberatelygetting in their way, it would have been easier to get around. This justseemed to be life.
Finally, Bucky decided the best idea was to just wait it out.Surely Tony would start something, wouldn’t he? He’d always been just as eagerfor it as Bucky was. How much accidental abstinence was Tony willing to put upwith before Bucky was the one on the other end of the seduction? That would beokay, right? And technically wouldn’t go against his agreement with Tash.
Except that… nothing happened.
That empty space in the middle of the bed stayed empty.
Bucky thought he was imagining it, but eventually he couldn’t ignoreit. Tony was deliberately putting space between them, now. He pulled back,hastily, if Bucky brushed against him, like he was burned. He fell asleep inthe workshop rather than coming to bed at all some nights. Bucky found himselfin the awkward position of explaining that he wasn’t tired, so that Tony wouldget in the bed at all. And Bucky would end up waiting until he was asleep, justso he wouldn’t bother Tony.
Some nights he’d wake as soon as Tony stepped in the room and thenhold his breath, pretending to sleep as Tony would creep in like a thief. IfBucky stirred or reached for Tony, it was all apologies and ‘sorry to wake you’and ‘go back to sleep.’
Maybe… maybe Tony had never been into it. God that hurt to thinkabout, like the bottom of the world had fallen out from under Bucky’s feet.Maybe Tony had felt pressured into sex. Bucky had never hesitated before, justnudging and kissing and… had Tony not wanted him? Or at least, not asbad as Bucky wanted it?
He tried to think back, had Tony ever instigated their trysts, orhad he just gone along with what Bucky wanted? Why… why would Tony do that, whywould he not say anything if… shit. Shit.
Well, maybe Tony just -- there were words for it, right, Buckyremembered JARVIS bringing things to his attention in his welcome to thefuture, try not to be an asshole lectures. Asexual, that was a thing. Was… wasthat what things were like, for Tony. Had he been merely tolerating Bucky’sadvances?
Bucky rolled over, pulled the blankets over his head, feelingsick.
Or maybe Tony was just done. He was done with Bucky. Fucked himout, so to speak. He was ready to move on to someone else. Steve had warned Bucky,had told him that Tony wasn’t really a settle down sort of guy, that he wasalways moving on to the next best thing. Bucky waited in dread for theconversation, the one that started “it’s not you, it’s me.”
That empty space in the middle of the bed was the fucking GreatWall of China. Bucky didn’t know how to cross it anymore. He pulled back, asfar as he could. Started dodging conversations with Tony because he didn’t wantto hear the words. Left the room, rather than staring at Tony like a starving dog.
He couldn’t even be mad at Tash about it; she’d showed him that hewas fucking missing it. Tony didn’t want him anymore, and Bucky hadn’t even noticed,until she drew his attention to it.
Shit.
Stay tuned for Part Two
(co-written by @tisfan and @everyworldneedslove)
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