#can't forget about against the kitchen floor and love me normally

[outlying-hyppocrate]

I am definitely normal about Will Wood

#random thoughts #will wood #fuck man. his songs are so good #AND. he is the ultimate gender envy. there is a photo of him on pinterest eating an eggo waffle #i must show. but seriously. will wood and his songs are my new obsession #i especially like the main character and i/me/myself #can't forget about against the kitchen floor and love me normally #will wood my beloved. gah #i kinda miss being obsessed with bo en's discography but. this is who i am now i guess #no but. he is SO PRETTY #anyway. speaking of music i like #the masochism tango is actually not too bad. definitely a silly funny song #y'all know the guy who made it is in his 90s? if he outlives queen elizabeth ii i will stop functioning

[venusstorm]

I don't know if you wrote bucky barnes but could you write a smut where Bucky gets a little feral when he bought his girlfriend reader a pantie with a small bullet vibrator stuck inside. He even the download app to control the vibration of the bullet. One day, reader was wearing it and bucky couldn't help to use his app.

No cause the moment he spots that familiar flash of color beneath your dress, he'd go absolutely feral.

Warnings: 18+, Bucky the menace, public masturbation/sex, light degradation, vibrating panties!!!

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You had no clue the power you had given Bucky today. In your mind, you were just wearing the cute matching set that he got you as a birthday present. You hadn't even noticed the way he lingered closer than usual, grabbing your ass and pulling your head back to kiss you abruptly. Ignorant to the way people were flashing you dirty looks.

Squealing, you push him away. "People can see us!" You scold.

But obviously, he doesn't care, the only thing going through his mind is finally testing out your his gift.

"Then let 'em look, baby." He slaps your ass, the sound making a poor lady frantically leave the aisle.

"Bucky!" You hiss.

He crosses his arms, a stupid smirk resting on his face. "Yes, pretty baby?"

Shaking your head you grab your man's hand, dragging him and your near-empty cart to another aisle. (You weren't getting too much shopping done with the way he's been hanging off of you)

Bucky happily trails behind you. "Where to now?" He questions, voice airy with questionable innocence.

"We need new plates," you murmur.

"What happened t– "

You shoot him a "you know damn well" glance and quickly he breaks out into a grin.

Bucky had come home from a two-week mission and found you washing dishes in the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt. He was throbbing the whole plane ride back just thinking about slipping between your pretty thighs. And instead of greeting you like a normal person, announcing his presence- he ran and tackled you. The dishes flew out of your hands and crashed onto the floor. He scooped you up before the glass could touch your body, ignoring your angry remarks and carrying you up the steps so he could spend the rest of the night buried deep inside of you. 

"How could I forget about that," he hums. "We should do that again."

You pay him no mind, instead choosing to focus on the hundreds of plates and fine china lining the shelves. Carefully you pick up a set with floral indentations on the rim, holding it up for Bucky to see.

"Yes or no?"

"Mm, it's alright." Bucky shrugs.

Truthfully, he had no clue what you held up. His face was buried in his phone trying to set up the app for your lovely attire. He had complete control over the intensity alongside 4 other settings. The instructions were vague but he could put two and two together quite well.

"Oh! These are cute, look at– hm."  Your hands fly to your mouth, the dull vibration only lasting a few seconds.

Bucky cocks his head. "Everything alright?"

"Yea...yea m'fine. Just felt a little– fuck." This time the sensation was stronger and quickly you reach for Bucky. He wraps you in his arms as you tremble, shushing you quietly.

"I think somethings wrong," you whisper hurriedly. "I feel, I feel..." you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake. Your nails dig into your skin, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you fight the urge to moan.

"You feel what, baby? Let it out."

Bucky caresses you against his chest, stroking your neck to calm you down. "I can help you, just tell me what's wrong. I've got you, pretty baby."

Behind your neck, his fingers up the intensity before quickly lowering it. You yelp in response, clutching onto him desperately. "I need to leave, Buck. Something’s wrong. I can't...I need you."

You finally look up at him and instead of facing a look of concern, his eyes are dark with uncontrollable need. An accomplished smile rested on his face. "You need me? In what way, baby? Use your words."

"What'd you do, Buck? I can see that stupid grin on– HMNGG. Shit. Fuck."

He swipes his thumb up and down repeatedly, the quick vibrations forcing you to bury your face in his upper body.

"Do you need it to stop, Princess? I can make it go away."

"So it- it is you! Bucky you barely know how to work an iPad how the hell did you- fuck."

You're on the brink of tears, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You can feel your wetness sticking to your skin, drenching your underwear, and making its way down your thighs. You're struggling to stand up straight, but Bucky holds you firmly.

"Shh, just look at me, pretty baby. Watch me." He waits until you're fully focused on him to continue. "Is this alright? If you don't like it we can stop." He tilts your chin up, kissing your nose to remind you that you’re in complete control.

You shake your head, encouraging him to keep going. "I'm okay just...need you." Your lips part as he wavers his finger to the highest setting. The buzz of the vibrator is drowned out by your muffled groans.

"Uh, uh. Don't look away from me. Keep your eyes on me, Princess. Can you do that for me? Wanna watch you make a mess in those pretty panties."

You're desperate for friction and find it against Bucky's leg. He props it out for you, watching as you grind yourself against him. "Want your cock, need you inside of me. Please." You no longer cared who heard, who saw. All you wanted was for Bucky to slip his size beneath your sundress, pressing you against the shelves and stuffing himself inside of your pussy. Whining as he spoke down to you, mocking you for having such a little cunt, a toy thing just for him. 

"You need my cock baby? Want me to fuck you for everyone to see. Gonna stuff me in your little hole, show everybody how well you take me. Bet they'd wonder how such a little thing can fit her daddy's cock inside of her. All stuffed and full, walls stretched and leaking with my cum."

He shoves his knee into your aching cunt, helping you get off. "C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy, wanna see those eyes roll back. That's it, there you go. So close.”

You don't even bother holding back your shouts, whimpering Bucky's name as you gush and squirt through your clothing. He never looks away from you, admiring how beautiful you look unfolding under his control.

Neither of you moves until a small voice clears their throat. "Uhm...I'll just check the next aisle." The scarred woman disappears and you break out into laughter, which quickly turns into a sob as Bucky switches settings.

"Bucky!" You shout.

He fumbles with his phone, a genuinely apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry! Accident!"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky the menace #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #askbox #asks

[alastrrz]

headcannons for getting drunk with tgc?

like how high their tolerance to alcohol is,

what they usually have,

and stuff similar?

ignore my 'ideas' if you dont wanna do them <3

🫧 anon

absolutely!! i love making hcs like this (i also won't be including larry bc he isn't of legal age to drink :P)

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genre/type: fluff/humor, headcanons

read below!

ISAAC;

absolute unbeatable tolerance. insane tolerance. dude can take 6 shots of everclear and still walk a straight line.

you've only seen isaac blackout ONCE, and it was complete accident. you hadn't seen isaac drinking that much, but he was actually borderline drunk. he asked you in a pretty sober sounding voice, "how many drinks have i had? should i stop?" you say, "i've only seen you take like 2 shots. drink some more!"

horrible move. he blacked out and also woke up with the world's worst hangover.

ever since then though, his tolerance, like i said, is rock solid.

he likes the classic drinks, so i'd say he likes a good screwdriver.

super clingy and COCKY when he's drunk.

drowning you in kisses and hugs, and he goes, "babe, i'm soooo hot. i'm soooo hot and sexy.."

"sure you are."

your two options are to kill his ego or boost it, but it kills you too much to deflate his ego.

"how cocky was i last night?"

"yeah."

TANNER;

moderately normal tolerance, maybe a TINY bit lower than the average person in their mid-20's.

like, if we're measuring in shots of vodka again, like 4 1/2 shots he'd be gone. not black out gone, but "i'm gonna talk about every celebrity i could probably pull" gone.

he's such a YAPPER when he's drunk dude.

will probably do the trend of writing fake band names to try and make you laugh

he's dancing around to loud ass music in the kitchen, invites you to dance with him, he immediately starts shoving himself against you

he won't shut up about how much he loves you

he's definitely got his head in your lap and he's making you play with his hair and listen to him talk

however you have to stop him talking at a certain point, because he'll just start having a crisis and making himself sad.

he's never blacked out, but he has terrible hangovers.

favorite drink? he strikes me as a daiquiri kinda guy. he'd love them.

but if it's more casual drinking at home, he's happy with some soju.

NICK;

literally AVERAGE tolerance.

about 2-3 shots of vodka has him tipsy, 4-6 has him drunk, and don't give him more than 8, he might start drunkenly making an album.

he's not a clear liquor guy, he prefers browns like brandy or scotch.

there is almost ALWAYS a bottle of whiskey in the fridge for nick, he never runs out.

he drinks regularly, but he doesn't HEAVILY drink on those nights.

he's super sleepy when he's drunk. he could literally fall asleep anywhere if given the opportunity

he could be laying on the floor to "stretch his back" he's asleep 10 minutes later

you have to carry this dude to bed (and if you can't do it alone, isaac helps you)

like i said he prefers drinking brown liquors, so i think he'd maybe like a tequila sunrise or just straight whiskey

BLAKE;

"i have a ROCK SOLID tolerance!" dead in 3 shots. don't listen to him lie to you

every time you and the guys go out for dinner at like chilis or something, blake orders a margarita and everyone sighs in unison

the margarita gets him on the verge of drunk. just a little past tipsy.

he can HARDLY casually drink with anyone because his tolerance is just THAT bad

you constantly pick at him for it but he's just accepted it at this point

he's so SILLY when he's drunk man

cracking jokes that do NOT land at all and are not funny unless he's talking to a bunch of drunk people

"so the.. uh.. what? yeah.. uh.."

he suddenly forgets english

he can barely formulate a SINGLE sentence and he's basically speaking in mumbles

he's like speaking in fancy or speaking in riddles like a troll under the bridge or some shit

you have to baby him while he's drunk or he won't know what the hell is going on

i think he honestly.. just likes whatever he can get his hands on.

#alex's writing #🫧.txt #tgc x reader #tgc #tgc x you #the group chat x reader #tgc x y/n #the group chat x y/n #the group chat x you #the group chat #isaacwhy x y/n #isaacwhy x you #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy #softwilly x you #softwilly x y/n #softwilly #softwilly x reader #big t x y/n #big t x you #big t x reader #big t #yumi #yumi x you #yumi x y/n #yumi x reader

[angel-of-the-moons]

I'm back again since it's been about a month since I last requested. I hope you don't mind me asking another story. So I was thinking of another Hobie one. There is honestly not enough stories about him and I love the way you write him. I was thinking of a more fluff type thing or possibly head cannons. You decide. Regardless about living with Hobie or just spending some downtime with him. Just a chill little thing I wanted to put out there. Thank you. I love your works and appreciate you 😘

Ilysm!!! I am sorry these asks have been rotting in my inbox! I'm finally working on them!!!

Ice Cream

Hobie Brown x Reader

TW/CW: Marijuana usage

Hobie is obviously aged-up in this

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• When Hobie isn't rocking out with his band at pubs, or fighting the regime™ or working to save the multiverse with the Old Man, he's at home with you.

• He often slips into the window because he refuses to use the front door like a normal person (even if you live on the fifth floor)

• Hobie would find you wherever you were, on the couch, in the kitchen, in bed or in the bathroom; and would immediately wrap his lanky arms around you and breathe deep and relax every muscle in his body

• "Where've you been?" You tease, easing his spiked vest off his stiffened shoulders.

• "Dealin' with the Old Man and his nonstop bitchin'." Hobie said, clicking his tongue, leaning over to rest his chin on the top of your head, holding you against him once more as you carefully ease the rest of his punk paraphernalia off of his person.

• You lead him to the bed, and pull him down on top of you, using your remote to turn on the sound system, playing some of his favorite music tracks on a low volume for background noise

• "You're a goddamn angel, y'know that, luv?" Hobie sighed, closing his eyes as he listens to the soft patter of your heartbeat

• "Mmh, I try." You chuckle, your fingers idly fluffing his wicks and toying with them as you feel his breathing even out

• And in no time, he's out like a light, sprawled out over you like a lanky starfish

• Forget moving this man, despite his thin physique he somehow finds the magic in him to weigh as much as his old, beat-up van

• You're stuck in bed, so the only thing left to do is give in and join him for a nap

• When you two wake up, you work on your usual routine.

• Hobie helps cook, making homemade chips while you batter and bake some fresh chicken

• Once your lunch/dinner is finished, you both cuddle on the sofa and watch some shitty movie on your telly

• He 100% has gutter humor, as well as a perverted sense of one

• Is also very big into physical humor. I'm talking shoving tissues into his nose and pretending to be a walrus kind of physical humor. Whatever it takes to hear you laugh

• Totally plays his guitar for you, singing punk versions of almost any kind of song (except American country. That shite is a travesty upon the music industry!)

• Will often split his pot with you, either rolling joints or using a bong, he'll always offer you a hit if you need or want it

• If you can't handle it, he'll FaceTime you while he smokes on the roof. That way, you're still together and he isn't negatively affecting your health/personal preferences with his smoking

• If you're sick, Hobie will full on hit the breaks to whatever he's doing to take care of you (provided it's a possibility that he can do that)

• This includes sending a selfie with a middle finger to Miguel telling him to not bug him til you're better

• 100% a master at making simple comfort foods when you're sick. Cheese toasties, chicken noodle soup, vegetable soup, even homemade ice cream. He does it all for you

• Runs you a nice hot bath with some eucalyptus and Epsom salts to help your sore muscles and clear sinuses

• If you're nauseous, he'll put peppermint oil in the water with you and run to the market for some ginger pop to ease your stomach, maybe some ginger root tea while he's at it

• Will also buy you some of your favorite digestives just to make sure you get something solid in your tummy

• Will totally fake threaten you about blabbing to anyone about his "secret soft side" and "ruining his image"

• Everyone already knows, he's just blind as hell and doesn't notice lmao

• This man is 100% loyal. If any gal/pal/guy flirts with him, he will flat out shoot em down

• "Nah, mate. I already got the best partner in crime a guy like me could ever ask for. Nobody c'n compare to that!"

• Always makes sure he never worries you (or at least tries to)

• If Hobie is sick or hurt, positions are reversed and you become his personal nurse

• Totally doesn't pretend to be sick sometimes just so you'll spoil him

• You know he's full of shit when he does though, but you just humor him because he's cute about it

• Yeah, you both put up with each other's shit, but you'd never have it any other way

• However... Hobie definitely knows when he's in trouble.

• "Hobart Brown!" You'd shout.

• Yeah, Hobie could easily feel his blood chill when you use his government name

#🌙 answered #hobie brown #hoboe brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie x you #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you

[appocalipse]

are the prompt list requests still open? if so, i'd like to ask for color with eddie please (if they're closed, then please just ignore this!)

thank you so much!

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hi i love u, sorry this took me so long </3 i'm sorry if i didn't do this prompt justice, but i've made it a part two to this drabble, hope it's okay 🥺 | rockstar!eddie

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"You look like you're pissed off," says Eddie, taking the plate you hold out to him.

You are pissed off. Well, maybe pissed off isn't the right term; it's more of a strange mix between despair and delight, between absolute happiness and extreme misery, but yes, it's there. 

Your mother had invited Eddie over for dinner — of course, she had — and now that you've survived the meal (which was punctuated by lots of praise for Eddie and lots of genuinely interested questions about how he's been doing for the past two years) she'd decided to 'go for a night walk', code for 'I'm giving you and Eddie privacy so you can work out whatever this is'.

Sometimes you almost wish she wasn't such a nice mom.

Cleaning up seemed like a much better idea than just sitting alone with Eddie, so that's what you're doing now — washing the remaining dishes while he dries and puts them away. Eddie still remembers where most things are; even that hasn't changed. Nothing about you seems to have changed, you think. You're still in the exact same place, the same person you've always been, while he's found a brilliant path that doesn't include you.

Being happy for him is easy. Forgetting what he means to you…not so much.

"Y/N," he says, and this time he doesn't move to take the plate you're holding out to him until your gaze meets his. "I'm sorry."

Eddie doesn't usually apologize. In fact, he usually doesn't do anything he needs to apologize for, and when he does, he usually apologizes through actions more than words. He'd bring you your favorite food, make you a new mixtape, rent a movie he knew you'd like. It's strange to hear him apologize, especially after all this time apart.

"About what?" you ask.

"About leaving."

It's not fair, you think. It's not fair for him to be so nice. He should have gotten stuck up and insufferable when he got fame like any normal young rockstar does. It would make it easier for you to get over him.

"There's no need to apologize for that," you say mildly.

Water drips from the plate you're holding onto the floor. You try to grab the dishcloth to dry it yourself, but Eddie doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls at the fabric and you stumble closer to him as he clearly wanted to, too close for comfort. 

Eddie has never acknowledged the concept of personal space — it's just how he is, how he's always been. Being this close to him never failed to make your heart beat faster.

"Eddie," you chide, the same tone as when you were kids and he needed to be stopped from going to far. 

He lets you get the dishcloth and just watches as you dry and put the last plate back in its place, slightly brushing past him as you do so. Eddie looks like he wants to say something but can't work up the courage to let it out. Your back is turned, but you don't have to look at him to know he's looking at you too — the butterflies in your stomach tell you as much.

When you do turn around, you confirm you're right; Eddie is leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, staring quietly at you. Awkward silences are a common occurrence between you two now, it seems, so you say the first thing that comes to mind in order to avoid it.

"I thought you hated yellow," you say, eyeing the T-shirt under the leather jacket he's wearing. It's by no means a bright yellow tone, one of your favorite colors, but it's still yellow.

"Uh," Eddie looks down like he doesn't remember what he's wearing. "Yeah, well, I guess I like it now."

"You do?"

"It reminds me of you."

There it is — the silence. The awkward silence. Eddie is much better at creating it than you are at avoiding it.

Fortunately, something else picks his interest pretty quickly.

"Did you get a tattoo?" It's a rhetorical question. He's past the initial surprise. Eddie already saw that you did — he had a good view of the design on the back of your shoulder as you reached over to put the plate away. 

He walks over to examine it with curious eyes and a sweet smile, long before you can protest. In fact, before you even know what's happening, he's standing behind you, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he brushes your hair off your shoulder to get a better look at the tattoo — and if just being in the same room alone with Eddie is already kind of complicated, let alone being this close to him.

He still smells the same as always. His fingers are still calloused from relentlessly playing the guitar. It's a window to the past.

Damn halter dress. What a bad decision it was wearing it tonight. You should have pretended to be sick so you wouldn't have to come down to dinner. 

Eddie's fingers trace each line and shape of the tattoo on your skin as if he wants to memorize it. He's so close you can feel the heat of his body and you're tense, too tense for you to explain why without saying something silly.

"It's pretty," Eddie practically whispers, not taking his hand off your skin. "Suits you."

It's overwhelming, all of this. You only realize you're holding your breath when you're forced to breathe again, and then you force yourself to turn around to face Eddie.

"You went alone?" he asks quietly. The promise of another awkward silence is suffocating, so you say the first thing that comes to mind — it just so happens to be the truth.

"Steve went with me."

This seems to take him by surprise. Eddie even looks a little hurt; you know him well enough to read it in his expression even if it quickly disappears.

"Steve, huh?" he tries to sound normal, but he doesn't. He sounds almost…jealous. Is it possible? Judging by the way he's looking everywhere but you, it seems to be. "Are you two like, a thing now?"

Wait. Wait.

"'A thing?'"

"You know what I mean."

No, I don't, you're about to say, wanting him to spell it out for you so you could be sure he was, in fact, jealous; but then, something else occurs to you.

"We went on a date," it's not a lie. Technically. You're also not telling the entire truth though. How Steve was nice and sweet and funny and it still wasn't enough because he couldn't be who you really wanted, how the night came to a close sooner than it should have.

Eddie doesn't need the entire truth — his mind is running wild already. "A-and how was it?" he asks.

Are you imagining the desperation in his eyes, the need to know?

"It was…" Useless? Enlightening? A complete waste of time? "...nice."

"'Nice'? Just 'nice'?"

Oh, boy.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know, I-" Eddie shrugs, but you can see the frustration he's so desperately trying to hide, subtleties that would go unnoticed by pretty much anyone but his best friend — former best friend, you remind yourself. "So you're together now?"

"No!" You don't want to tell him that, but you can't drag Steve deeper into this mess. It wouldn't be fair. "No, we're not. He's just-"

A friend?

"-boring?" Eddie offers. He doesn't really think so. In fact, he likes Steve, likes him a lot; he'd go as far as to say they are friends. But the devil on his shoulder has been yelling at him since you told Eddie about that stupid date.

The date itself might have been a bit boring since you could only ever see Steve as a friend, but you're not about to tell Eddie that — in fact, you seem to take it personally, he notices, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

"No!" you say firmly. "Steve was nice and funny and a gentleman, and he would never-"

Eddie kisses you. It just happens…just like that. One moment you're going on and on about how wonderful Steve is; the next, he's taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips on yours like he couldn't have done anything else.

You inhale in surprise as he presses on, the kiss growing desperate when he crowds you into the wall. Eddie is certain where you hesitate, your hands not quite knowing where to go as one of his slides down to wrap around your waist, fingers squeezing softly at your skin. His other hand gently holds your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek ever so slightly.

You're out of breath when he pulls away. Eddie rests his forehead against yours for a moment, lips almost touching, so close you're breathing the same air. 

For the first time, he doesn't have anything to say.

You look at him with a question in your eyes — a thousand questions, really, standing very still between his body and the wall. Why, how, what if; he doesn't answer any of them, looking back at you with the same kind of hesitation you're feeling. It's like setting foot in a foreign land.

Then, you hear the front door opening. It's like something clicks inside of your mind, prompting you to move.

"Shit!" you whisper, ducking under Eddie's arm just as your mom appears in the kitchen.

You look guilty, you know that. Maybe even slightly disheveled, to be honest. And Eddie is not helping your case standing there scratching the back of his head while your mother eyes you both suspiciously.

"Did I miss something?" she asks, trying for nonchalance but missing it by far. You can all but hear the excitement behind her words.

You have no idea, mom.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things drabble #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #🍂 anon #eddie imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader

[vampkillr]

Presence — Dick Grayson

m! reader — 1k words — this is angsty kind of romantic but my definition of romantic is incredibly edgy and depressing i am so sorry — IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO FUCKING BUSY MAN💔💔

for @ickyickyeik 😿💪

He's human. I think he forgets that frequently. How he can't heal faster than normal, how he can break just like I can. The only thing keeping him from death is skill and a whole lot of luck. Luck that will eventually run out.

The blood that spilled over the marble table I had laid him on felt so much darker than red. So much deeper than crimson. There wasn't a word for the life that seeped from his wounds. Not a way to describe how I felt watching the color drain from his face. To say I didn't know what I was doing would be a lie. I knew how to cauterize. To stitch. To save. Yet the shake in my hands was a reminder of the man dying beneath me. The one patient I couldn't allow myself to lose. A man I promised my life to. Who my soul yearned for.

I've lost time like this. Saving him. Hours blur together as if they hadn't happened at all— one moment my lover is dying beneath me, and within the blink of an eye I find myself standing in front of my bathroom mirror coated in his blood. I could feel the way it had dried and cracked along the creases of my hands. It didn't take much thought for me to turn the shower on and walk into it. Hot water soaked through my bloodied clothes, adding a comforting weight against my body as I watched how the water poured off of me in an orange haze. I knew that this wasn't making me clean. It wasn't freeing me of the proof I had to cut my lover open. But something about the way his blood slid off of me felt reassuring. Like I could see that slowly, surely, I was becoming pure again.

My hands moved on their own. Taking my clothes off, wringing them out and tossing them aside, washing away what remained of tonight's trauma. I felt like an observer of myself. As if I wasn't the one doing these things. My body seemed to take care of me when my mind couldn't. Drying my hair, getting me dressed, walking me passed the crime scene in the kitchen and to Dick, who lay passed out on the couch and blissfully unaware of the twenty four wounds I somehow managed to stitch successfully with what limited supplies I had. I dropped to my knees beside him. The weight of the situation finally seeming to crush me. He could've died. He almost did.

"Hey," Dick's strained voice pulled me back to earth for a moment. As I looked up at him, he wiped a tear away from my cheek and pulled me closer. "I'm so sorry, honey," Nothing more than a whisper. I said nothing in return. I forgave him, but at the same time I couldn't. This is what he had to do, and this is what I had to do in return. Forced to be a hero's savior. Despite everything he has done for me. Despite my love for him. I resented Dick at times like these. Where we were both at our lowest for the same reason. And maybe it was selfish of me, to be upset at him for something like this when he teeters the brink of death for the sake of Blüdhaven. But I couldn't help how I felt just as much as he couldn't help being hurt. "Say something," He begged.

"No more of this...." I knew this wasn't what he wanted to hear me say. But it's what he needed to. And to my surprise, he didn't try to justify what I had to see tonight. He didn't tell me he had no choice. He didn't say anything about responsibility. I left him to himself for a while, walking to the bedroom and grabbing whatever blankets and pillows I could and moving back to the couch.

"Don't sleep on the floor...." His hand reaching for me, in search of my forgiveness. I didn't give it to him. I backed away just slightly while putting the blankets down, giving myself some type of padding for the very light nap I'd be getting tonight.

"I have to make sure you don't die." Curt was my response. The wedge I had placed between us was hurting him more than his wounds were. I could see the tears that he fought from spilling. This wasn't what he needed. I knew that. My grudge wasn't against him. it was with the people who threatened to take him away from me. My hand making its way to his, which was still outstretched. “I'm gonna lose you like this one day.” My voice was quiet. He needed to know I wasn't upset. If only god hadn't been so cruel. If only we had been in a different time. A different city.

“I think I'm done for a while.” My heart jumped at the thought of this. I knew it wouldn't be forever. I knew that. But the thought of not having to fight with him to let his wounds heal was so relieving.

My night was restless. Waking up to the slightest movement, the smallest grunt or groan. Checking his temperature every few hours, honing my ears to listen only to his breathing. Antibiotics weren't an issue because of Bruce, I still had a fair amount of supplies from the last time I had to play doctor— but I needed to be prepared for absolutely anything in these first few days. Dick stirred while I ruminated in my thoughts. “Lay with me,” He whispered. I knew just by the grovel in his voice that he wasn't completely lucid, but the hand he outstretched was hard to ignore.

I reclined the seats of the couch to give myself more space and gingerly placed myself beside him. Sleep didn't take long to surround me. I was exhausted, and the comfort laying beside him sent me into a haze. There was something so beautiful about loving him. Something so comforting about his presence. I couldn't lose that... I couldn't give it up to save my heart, either. All I could do was savor it while I had it.

THIS WAS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINK I FORGOT IM SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS 😭💔

#nightwing #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x you #nightwing x male reader #nightwing x reader #batman x male reader #surgeon! male reader #ao3 #fanfiction #dc x male reader #x male reader #x reader

[gungoo4lifer]

11/06

happy birthday, goo.

It was just a normal day. Just like the others.

He opened his eyes caused by the blonde's shouting for him to wake up, probably coming from the kitchen. Of course the other always cooked the breakfasts for both of them. Gun sucked at cooking.

However, when the cooking was done, the blonde one remained silent the whole breakfast. A rare sight, despite all the food on his mouth, his mouth would never stop talking, even at breakfast. So why was he so silent today?

"Someone is silent today." Gun breaks the silence.

Goo shrugs, chewing the pancake in his mouth. "Meh. I just have nothing to say today."

One eyebrow raised, Gun chuckles as if it sounds so ridiculous, hilarious, even. "Nothing to say? That's not something you'd say. Upset with me again?"

"Nope, seriously."

The raven haired guy pauses before glancing down at his phone, to clarify something in his mind. "It's not a special day either, is it? Did I forget the opening day of the movie we were supposed to go?"

He can't help but laugh, "You thought you forgot it?"

"Well, judging from your silence, i did. You being silent is.. a rare sight, you know."

The blonde agrees, staring down at his pancakes. ".. I know."

"If something is wrong.. just.. say it already." An attempt to comfort. He wasn't even good at comforting people, damn it.

He rolls his eyes, filling his mouth with pancakes. "Ahh, shut up, damn it! Let me enjoy these pancakes in silence, I'm a grown man, why would I be sad out of nowhere? I'm alright." His lips curves into a smirk.

Gun doesn't believes that smirk in the slightest.

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"You sure you're not upset with me?" Gun asks out of the blue, to the man's head lying on his lap. His hair felt utterly soft on his hand, just as always.

"Mhm." Goo replies with a hum, eyes still close.

Guns hand travels down from his hair to his face, stroking his cheek. "Come onnn, i can tell that you're upset. What's the matter, dear?"

The dear card again. Gun's aware that the blonde he loved can't handle it. The nicknames thingy all started with a mock, both of them couldn't tell if they were still mocking or not, though.

Hell, they weren't even officially together as a couple, damn it. But still.. both of them .. enjoyed those moments of theirs. It was.. calm, comforting. Friends don't call each other affectionate nicknames like these, do they? Once again, they couldn't tell.

That's why Goo admits it, finally.

"Well.. you did forget something, actually."

Gun raises one of his eyebrows, his hand still slowly stroking his cheek. "And that is?"

"..my birthday. Today's my birthday, Gun."

Gun pauses. His hand pauses, too.. "Oh.." he hums with a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me about it earlier i.. forgot. I was really busy today, you know."

Goo laughs. "Why are you even apologizing, dumbass? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" He says, getting into a sitting position, not a second after, he finds himself in Gun's arms, head resting on his shoulder.

".. I know how sensitive you are with birthdays, Goo.." Gun coos, stroking Goo's back hair. "..happy birthday. I may have forgot it but- the day isn't over yet, is it? We still have three hours left."

Goo's lips curves into a faint smile.

Of course he was sensitive about birthdays. Obviously. He never really celebrated his birthdays in his childhood. Friends to celebrate birthdays with? Please, that's ridiculous. Every other child was scared of him and his.. 'odd' attitude.

It didn't stop in his teenage years either, everyone was still intimidated by his presence, let alone daring to celebrate his birthday.

Even his family. In their eyes, he was nothing but a disgrace anyway.

But.. it all changed once he met Gun.

Someone celebrated his birthday for the first time in many years. It's not a big deal if he forgot it for just once, he's not that vulnerable..

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"Happy birthday, Goo." Gun calls out. The floor he was sitting on felt utterly cold, so did his back lying against the wall. His body. It felt cold.

"..You remembered my birthday?"

"Yeah." He confirms, gaze on the floor. "..i set it as my password."

Goo slightly tilts his head, looking down at the man in front of him. "Why would you do something like that?"

"I knew a guy who became vulnerable when it came to birthdays."

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"No, no. I'm serious. It was someone i used to be really close with." Gun still doesn't move off his gaze from the floor.

"..that doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"It's the truth. I'm telling you this because he told me when his birthday was. And i forgot it. Just once."

"Why does that even matter?" Asks Goo, one eyebrow raised.

"That's the problem. Out of every single person he knew, he only told me his birthday. He didn't really tell anyone about his birthday. No one else even celebrated it anyway, including his family he used to have." Gun's voice is cold. It doesn't has a single emotion in it.

"I kinda get that."

"Yeah. But since the day he told me, he saw his birthdays as an important thing for the first time. And. And i forgot it." Gun's obsidian eyes were as if they were glued to the floor. They just couldn't look up.

"Come on now.. it doesn't matter now."

Gun pauses a several second before answering with a low tone, ".. I didn't think that it was big deal back then. But it meant a lot to him."

"Oh.."

"It's alright." Gun's body feels colder. "..Ever since, i kept his birthday as my password for the past years.".

"It was that long ago?" He asks.

"I promised him. I promised that I would never forget it again, even if we separated ways, even if we never talked again, i would always remember 6 november."

Goo places his hand on top of his. Gun doesn't feels it. "I'm.. glad that you remembered my birthday.. I'm sorry for acting like that after you forgot."

Gun remains silent. His face expression still remains emotionless.

"Its okay.. I.." He finally moves off his gaze from the floor to his beloved, making eye contact with him. ".. I wish you were still here with me. I wish this wasn't just an imaginary conversation, Goo."

Goo's lips slightly quivers. "Do.. do you really still think about me?"

"A lot. I still keep all the stuff you bought me. All the letters you sent."

"Oh.."

"I read them whenever i.. i feel.. odd. Isn't that so dumb?"

"What's so dumb about that?"

Gun's eyebrows knits, his eyes narrows, gazing deep into Goo's non existent presence, gazing into the eyes that didn't even exist. "how.. how can someone can just come and go in your life and leave behind letters, gifts and a birthday?"

Gun strokes Goo's non-existent hands in those hands of his, before Goo asks, "Why do you even keep all of that?"

"How the hell am I supposed to remember you without thinking of when it all started going wrong? You're not even really here, Goo."

"..."

"We'll never have this conversation."

"..."

"I have so much I want to admit to you."

Goo looks away. "Is.. is my birthday still your password?"

"Of course. Of course it is."

"..."

"..i love you too. I'm sorry I couldn't say it back then."

Goo's presence disappears, slowly fading away into the point that he was no longer there. Gun's hands felt empty. Just like his heart.

"..I hope you're doing well up there."

#lookism #gungoo #googun #lookism fic #goo kim #gun park #park jonggun #gun x goo #kim joongoo #giggled sm while writing this ngl #making gun suffer👍👍 #his ass deserves it

[ruewrites]

Icarus and His Memories of the Sun

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo (They pop in, but Mammon is the focus)

Word Count: 2552

Warnings: ANGST

Summary: The memories of a loved one never truly leave, and Mammon is always revisited by the sun in the early hours of the morning.

A/N: I had to get this out. I missed our (mine and @leviathanswingman ) next gen! au and I wanted to give Mammon a little bit of the spotlight. Yes, Treasure's other parent is dead. Sorry about that. So you have single dad Mammon!

Mammon bolted upright in a cold sweat. He couldn't catch his breath. He was drowning in the air around him. It was the same dream, the same terror, the same damned memory he was doomed to repeat. 

Over

And over

And over again.

Wiping wet eyes, he stared at the clock ticking away on the wall. 

2 AM

It was almost laughable how consistent it was. The same hour, the same dream. Every. Damn. Time. He stretched out, turning his focus to the ceiling and listened. Then his ears twitched. Well, he wouldn't need to struggle to find distractions tonight. Rising from the bed he left his room and went into the kitchen just in time to hear a rather loud crash. 

"Lily!"

"Sorry! I can't reach it!"

His niece and his own kiddo, still awake when they should be tucked away. Couldn’t say he was surprised. After all, look at who they were related to. He had his niece for the weekend, so her dads could have a lil 'date' time. And from the looks of both of them, they needed it. It was nice to spend alone time with your partner when you could grab it, Mammon knew this.

So, the lil trouble makers were his for the weekend. 

"And just what are you troublemakers up to?" he leaned against the wall, looking down at the two youngsters.

"Lily was hungry! We just wanted to get a snack."

"Treasure was hungry too!"  

Mammon sighed, "Come on now, ain't it a lil late for you guys to be up? You wanna be big strong demons right?"

"But Unkie Dia says we need to eat good food to be big and strong," Lilith's lil brow furrowed in confusion at the perceived contradiction. 

“Yeah, and you need sleep so all the lil tiny men can use that food to build ya bigger and stronger.”

Now it was Treasure’s turn to contradict him, “Nuh uh!”

“Ya huh.”

“Who says?”

“I says.”

“Why?”

“Cus’ I’m a grown up and that’s how the world works kiddo.”

Ruffling Treasure’s hair Mammon reached down to pick up some of the discarded items off the floor. He was a little bit of a hypocrite, sending the two tykes off to bed while he would be staying up for hours to come. That's usually how his schedule went. Sometimes he'd check up on Treasure before he started. Fighting between forgetting about the terrors and wanting to live in the past just a second longer. 

"Can't we stay up longer Unkie Mam Mam? Please?" 

"Please? We'll go to bed right after!"

Both of them had a hold of one of his legs, no chance of freedom in sight. Both of them were giving him the biggest puppy eyes they could muster.

Mammon had a choice on his hands.

He could be a responsible adult and do the responsible thing and send the lil ones off to bed. That's what he should do in all honesty…

Or, he could have company for once, instead of sitting in the dark on his own.

Fuck it.

"Aight, you win," Mammon sighed, "But Lilith, you can't tell your Papa about this. I don't need him givin me lip about letting you stay up. And Treasure don't think this means you can stay up late all the time." 

“I’ll stay up as late as I want!”

Mammon snorted. Sure they would. A ‘responsible’ dad would probably say something about that, but Mammon knew his kid. Treasure was a good kid, and under normal circumstances they were out like a light by 8, even if they tried to fight it. That would change when they were older, but for now he didn’t have to worry about them being out past midnight. Right now he didn’t have to worry about them being like him. Right now they were just little Treasure.

But he could think about that all at a later point in time. Right now he had two hungry kiddos who also needed to go to bed. 

Picking up a bag of chips off the ground that the duo had dropped, Mammon fished a bowl out of one of the cabinets and grabbed another bag of fish crackers before taking a seat on the couch. Little hands could barely wait for him to pour their treats into the bright red plastic bowl on the coffee table.  

“Can we watch the pony movie again?” Lilith asked, putting a handful of treats in her mouth, “The one where they go see the fishy ponies!”

“Isn’t that the only movie you two have watched this weekend?”

“It’s Lily’s favorite right now.”

Mammon chuckled. Of course it was her favorite. According to Asmo, Lilith had developed a little bit of a fixation on fish and the ocean. So, a movie with pretty ponies and pony mermaids in the ocean with pretty fish? Yeah, that seemed like it would be something that was right up his niece’s alley. 

“I just gotta get Mr. Fishy, so don’t start it yet okay?”

“Aight Lilith, I won’t start it yet,” Mammon promised as the little girl ran down the hall, “But hurry back before I get too tired to push the buttons!”

“Daddy can you hold the snacks?” Treasure asked, crawling up on the couch to push themselves right next to Mammon. 

“Well, aren’t you both putting me to work this evening?”

“It’s because you’re my Daddy.”

Before Mammon could respond Lilith ran back up into the room and crawled right up next to Mammon on the couch, Mr. Fishy in tow. “Okay! I’m ready now!”

As soon as the movie started, both kids quieted down, completely mesmerized by the images on the screen. The only noise aside from the television was the occasional munching of snacks before them. The silence allowed Mammon to slip back into the thoughts he’s been having beforehand, the ones that came to kiss him awake ever since that terrible day. 

He’d fallen hard. That was undeniable. 

The other undeniable fact was that they had been perfect together, and Treasure was the proof of that. Treasure had been the proof of their love ever since they made their presence known, and Mammon made sure he gave that love back to them ever since.

But now he was having doubts.

Was he still able to give Treasure back all of that love with what he was going through now?

He’d never fallen as hard as he had.

His partner and him had been twin flames, and they burned gloriously and uncontrolled. Maybe that had been his undoing in the end.

He was like Icarus, kissed by the sun in all of her golden glory. And her burn lingered within him even as he crashed into the ocean below, still suffocating with every breath he took. Mammon was smoldering and aching, but he was trying to claw his way back out of the depth to kindle the tiny embers he had into their own little flame. It was his job to protect them, he wanted to protect them, but some days the ache tore him apart. It ripped from his ribcage, exposing him at his core.

Through it all he had to wonder, was it all enough?

Treasure had lost someone just as important to them.

Was Mammon acting too selfish with his pain?

Was he doing enough for them?

Would it be enough to make the golden sun proud?

Was he doing good by that last promise?

Time had stopped existing for him. The world had frozen for him and continued on for everyone else. It was like someone else had a remote and continued to press stop and start throughout his life ever since that day. He hadn’t realized that he’d zoned out of the movie, he never realized when he zoned out.

“Daddy?” Treasure’s little yawn finally snapped him away from his thoughts, “Why are you crying?”

Shit.

“Ah, I guess the movie just kinda got to me this time around kiddo.” 

It was a little white lie, but now wasn’t the time to discuss all of the things running through Mammon’s head. 

Lilith had drifted off next to him, Mr. Fishy gripped tightly in her little arms and a goldfish in her tiny fist. Mammon turned off the TV, and stood picking up Lilith as he did so. “Let’s get you and your cousin to bed, kay?”

Treasure held on to his hand tight all the way down the hall, up until the moment he tucked them both in, kissing both of their foreheads. Just as he was about to leave, Treasure grabbed onto his face. Their little thumbs wiped under his eyes.

“Don’t cry Daddy, it was just a movie okay?”

Mammon could have laughed. They were a sweet kid, and he knew where they got that from. 

“Alright kiddo, I won’t cry.”

He tried to pull away, but Treasure wouldn’t let go.

“Can you stay? Please?”

Mammon couldn’t say no to that face. So, that was how he ended up on the floor with a pillow and blanket, arm cramping as Treasure held onto his hand. But there were four tiny words that made it all worth it.

“I love you Daddy.”

In that moment, Mammon knew he must’ve been doing something right.

“Love you too Treasure.”

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“Daddy! Papa!”

Lilith flew into Solomon’s waiting arms. Her fluffy wings fluttered wildly and little squeals left her lips as the human spun her and Mr. Fishy around. 

Mammon had to admit, despite Lucifer’s hesitations and protests, Asmo picked a winner. 

Asmo offered a little wave from his perch against the doorway. He looked the most relaxed Mammon had ever seen him wearing a washed out pair of mom jeans and one of Solomon’s sweaters. He pecked Lilith’s cheek once Solomon brought her close and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. 

“Can Lily come over again next weekend?” Treasure asked without a single bit of hesitation.

“We’ll see,” Solomon stepped in, “Or perhaps you could come over here. Oh! I almost forgot, I was able to make a new enchantment, how would you like to take a look at it while your Daddy and Uncle Asmo talk for a bit?”

Solomon gave Asmo a look that he couldn’t quite read, and it was gone all too fast.

“Can I touch it?”

“Maybe not-”

Those were the last words Mammon could make out as the trio wandered further into the house towards Solomon’s study.

He met Asmo’s gaze and his brother gestured him inside, “Tea? I made an extra cup.”

“How could I resist a free beverage from my little brother?”

“I mean, I could dump it down the sink instead,” Asmo chirped, making his way to the kitchen table, “Ya know, for funsies!”

But Asmo never dumped the drink down the sink, instead he pushed a cup closer to where Mammon sat and even included a cookie. If anything, Asmo was certainly in a good mood. Of course Asmo was in a good mood. He had a completely uninterrupted weekend with his boyfriend, the father of his child. Solomon and Asmo were close, and Asmo always looked like he was floating after a weekend with Solomon.

Asmo was no Icarus like him.

Asmo was goddam Aphrodite.

And Solomon worshiped him with every breath he had. 

“So, Solomon serious about Treasure spending a weekend with you guys?”

Aphrodite let her slender lashes brush her cheeks as the cup met her lips, “Well, Solomon and I were talking-”

“You two had time to talk?”

Those golden eyes snapped open with fire, “I will dump your tea down the sink.”

Icarus threw his head back and cackled. Always one to play with danger. “Kidding! I’m kidding. So you and your magic lover were talking?”

With a sigh Asmo set his cup down and recollected himself. “Anyways, yes, Solomon and I were talking and we thought- well I thought- it might be nice for us to keep Treasure for a weekend. You know, so you could get out.”

Mammon froze. He knew where this was going. 

“Asmo-”

“There are a few single parents at some of the groups I’ve been going to. They ask if I have any single brothers.”

“Asmo-”

“And when is the last time you’ve been on a date? I mean I know I usually say, but you can be a catch Mammon! Plus it’s super not like you to be cooped up and all alone like that.”

Mammon couldn’t bring himself to say a thing. Instead he just sat there, gripping his cup tightly and staring at his muddled reflection in the tea. An emotion that he couldn’t quite name bubbled up inside of him, but it was molten and bitter.

“People are into the whole single dilf thing! You could make it work-”

“Being a single ‘dilf’ comes with having a kid Asmo.”

Asmo froze.

“Well of course-”

“A kid I gotta think about.”

Despite all the spats he’d had with him in the past, Mammon had never been as sharp with Asmo as he was in this moment. The worst part was, he knew it was coming from a place of good intention, but shouldn’t that timing be for him to decide?

Asmo looked away, “Well of course, I never meant to imply-”

“And I gotta think about how Treasure would feel about it too. I can’t just up and move on, I don’t know how Treasure would feel and I just-!”

Mammon took in a breath. He was back in the ocean again, molten wax clinging to his back. He couldn’t breathe. 

Things were silent for a long while. 

“I just-” Asmo’s voice was so soft, “I’m worried about you Mammon.”

Their eyes met.

“You don’t talk about it.”

Mammon considered ripping his gaze away again.

“At least, take the idea into consideration, yeah?” Asmo pushed again, “Even if you wanna hang out with lil ol’ me, we can leave Solomon with the kids and we can go to the clubs! Like good old times!”

Mammon raised a brow. “You’d leave Solomon alone with the kids?”

“I’ll order them pizza. He’s wonderful as long as he isn’t in charge of cooking or making his daughter eat broccoli instead of chicken nuggets.”

That drew a bark of a laugh out of Mammon. He could just picture Solomon struggling with that little girl. He already had a hard time saying no to Asmo, and Lilith had inherited both his puppy dog eyes and stubborn nature. 

“Alright then, maybe I can take you up on that.”

“Daddy!” Mammon turned his head in the direction of Treasure’s voice, “Daddy come look! You gotta see what Uncle Sully did!”

Mammon downed the rest of his tea and stood up from the table, “Alright kiddo I’m commin.”

Right before he could leave, Asmo’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Mammon?”

He stopped.

“You’re doing great.”

Mammon’s throat went tight. He was frozen once again. He let his eyes close and took in a breath.

“Thanks Asmo, that- that means a lot.”

Maybe he wasn’t doing such a terrible job after all. Maybe, just maybe he could make her proud. 

And for the briefest of moments Icarus swore he could feel the gentle embrace of the sun against his skin.

#ruewrites #next gen!au #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #mammon centric #original child characters #solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon

[missmonsters2]

today I feel awful... idk my insecurities are taking over me and I just want to curl into a ball and cry. maybe it's my hormones maybe the fact that I weighted myself and found out I gained weight (I can't fit into my jeans 😭) and the fact that I saw my sister in a tight skin dress looking perfect while I'm in my pj's just destroyed my confidence. I need something angsty to read to make me forget about my sad, miserable lffe right now. would you be down in writing sth angsty with nat maybe? you don't have to though. it's fine either way. I really appreciate all of your work and I keep reading on repeat whenever I'm feeling down. makes me cheer up. thank you, van ❤️

It's like we're the same person because I also went to visit my sister recently and my sister has gotten her life together and is living her best hot girl bod while I...let's not go there.

I just want you to know that you're hot as fuck and a body is just a body that we can change with time and effort. We're lit rally in this together. This time next year, we will be rocking the body that makes up happy and we'll be healthy!!! 💘💘

But I will still give you nat angst...but with a happy ending bc I said you deserve a HEA!!

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The Withers of Springtime Bloom

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spring is a time of blooming and when things come back to life. You can't help but notice things that may be causing your relationship with Natasha to wither.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, insecurities about body, relationship with working out and food, seasonal depression. angst with HEA.

Count: 2.1k~

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You're not sure when things changed.

Things change so slowly after all.

Without you noticing, things change and change and change until one day, you do notice.

You notice that Natasha has become quieter, somber.

You notice the lack of date nights and affectionate touches.

You notice that you've let yourself go a little.

You're standing in front of the mirror, staring at your body with a frown. You've gained weight since dating Natasha, but relationship weight gain was normal, wasn't it?

But you remember how Natasha was just as fit as she was before she met you. Sure, she was a superhero, and you were a regular civilian; there was no reason for you to train long hours as Natasha did.

Still...

You turn to the side and peer at yourself in the mirror again.

You can't help but wonder...were you becoming less attractive to her?

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It had been the beginning of fall when you met Natasha. You loved the season of change and when things turned into warm colors before withering away for winter to come.

Natasha had come like a blessing, and in the winter, she was just warm as the colors of fall. Instead of withering away, she bloomed and invested that warmth in your relationship with her.

Despite always being an early riser to work out, weekends were the days she stayed in bed with you just a little longer. There had been so many breakfasts, lunch, and dinner dates. You found yourself moving things around or neglecting to work around her busy schedule.

Perhaps that was when things began to change. Eating out so often and forgoing working out to spend time with Natasha was what led to this.

Spring has arrived, and things are coming back to life. Yet somehow, your relationship with Natasha was withering away.

"Hey," you greet her as you come home, shopping bags in hand. You bought some more clothes when things felt like they didn't fit comfortably anymore. The experience had been upsetting for you, and you didn't end up buying too much, telling yourself you didn't want to spend too much when you were going to lose the weight.

Natasha was working in her office, peering down over reports, and barely acknowledged you other than with a hum.

"Long day?" You ask her as you put your things away and walk over to her.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed. "Trying to get these reports done since Maria needs them tomorrow."

That had been Natasha's excuse for spending long hours in her office every night for the last two weeks.

You place your hand on Natasha's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze, but she leans to the side as if to readjust herself, but still away from your touch.

The sting immediately comes, but you try to push it down, so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Right," you say hoarsely, but Natasha stares on at the reports. "I'm just going to get ready for bed. It's been a long day and all. Let me know if you need anything."

Natasha gives you a nod as you leave the room. You feel awkward as you lie in the bed you share with her. You wonder if you're taking up too much space.

There's a pang of something as you try to curl yourself to be smaller and only distantly realizing you've skipped dinner before you fall asleep.

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You fall back onto the mat, chest heaving and your lungs burning.

It's been a while since you've worked out, and now you're definitely paying for it with how unfit you are.

The gym is moderately empty with the hour it is. You hate going to a public gym because it always feels like someone is staring, but it's better for strangers to stare than working out at the Compound for people you know to stare at you.

The rational part of you knows that you should just talk to Natasha, but the emotional side of you whispers that you won't like what Natasha has to say, that she might even end it before you've had a chance to change yourself.

When weeks pass, and you weigh yourself again, you almost start crying because you've only lost a couple of pounds.

It's normal, you know it is. You're losing weight at a normal rate, but it's not enough. You know fast weight loss wouldn't make sense for your body but you also feel you don't have half a year to go back to your normal weight.

You sit on the bathroom floor for hours, debating what to do when you hear a quiet knock.

"Sweetheart, are you in there?" Natasha's muffled voice comes through.

You wipe at your eyes furiously as you stand up.

"Y-Yeah," you answer back. "I'm just in the tub soaking."

There's a moment of silence through the door before Natasha answers back, "Alright. Enjoy yourself. Did you want me to order anything specific for dinner?"

"No, it's okay," you tell her. "You order anything you want. I already ate on my way home." You think about the chicken salad you've been eating for the past two weeks and almost sigh.

Natasha answered that she just came back to see if you've eaten, but she actually had to head back to the Compound. You were Natasha shuffling around before leaving through the front door, and you let out the breath you were holding.

You actually take a long, hot shower before putting on sweats and a big hoodie.

The truth was, you were hungry. The chicken salad was okay on the way home, but it had been a couple of hours since.

You knew starving yourself wasn't the answer, so you went into the kitchen to see if you could find something healthy to hold you over until you could go to bed.

But you can't find anything in the fridge except for Natasha's leftovers from whatever she ordered the day before. You can't find anything except frozen pizzas and microwavable foods.

You check the calories on the back and let out a frustrated sigh. Checking your watch, you realize it's too late in the evening to go grocery shopping because, by the time you get there, stores will have closed.

You slump down on the floor, leaning against the cabinets as you let out a pathetic whimper while your eyes became hot with tears.

You miss Natasha. You want Natasha holding you and telling you it would be okay. But you couldn't have that until you were back to what you were when you met her.

The front door suddenly opens.

"Have you seen my—sweetheart?" Natasha started to call before she noticed you sitting on the floor. "What's wrong?"

You use your sleeve to wipe at your eyes as you sit up straight.

"Nothing," you sniffle before you start to stand. "I just stubbed my toe against the edge of the kitchen island. What were you looking for? USB? You left it next to the bedside."

Natasha stares at your back, hair still wet as she takes in your attire.

"It's a little hot to be wearing a hoodie and sweats, isn't it?" Natasha asks softly. "Doesn't seem like you turned on the aircon in here."

You keep walking, but Natasha starts to follow you.

"'m cold," you say quietly so she can't hear the tremble in your voice.

"Are you feeling sick?" Natasha asks with concern as you sit down on the couch, turning on the TV. You pull the blanket over you as if to make your point.

"No," you tell her because you don't want her to worry. "Just cold after a bath."

Natasha sets her things down before she takes a seat next to you. Even in the low lighting, she can see your eyes rimmed red and dampness of them.

You're refusing to look at her as you have your knees drawn up to your chest and stare stubbornly at the TV screen.

Then she hears it.

Your stomach grumbles.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly again. "We can just order food and stay in tonight."

Your cheeks grow hot. "Don't you have to be at the Compound?"

You don't mean to snap at her, but you can't help but feel embarrassed.

Natasha remains quiet for a moment, quickly thinking over the last few weeks before she feels guilt trickle in.

She doesn't remember the last time she ate with you—doesn't remember the last time she saw you eat.

"Sweetheart," she calls you gently again, and you bristle at the tone. "Is there something wrong?"

The fragile dam you've built to keep the weeks of compiling emotions at bay breaks, and you're hurtling down the stream over the waterfall.

"Are you not in love with me anymore?" You choke out as you begin to cry.

You can't even register to feel horrified at your breakdown because you just need to know.

"I know...I know my body has changed since we first met and I've gained weight but I really am trying to lose it. I just—I feel like you're avoiding me. At first, I thought things at work have been really stressful for you, and I wanted to give you space but you're gone all the time. You're gone even when you're here."

Natasha can barely understand anything you've said after hearing you say the first part. Her breath hitches painfully in the back of her throat, and she legitimately feels appalled at herself.

She starts to say something, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make this about me because if you're going through something then I want to support and be there for you. But I can't help but feel like you're grossed out by me. I mean—I feel grossed out when I look at myself. I feel like I'm taking up so much space—"

Natasha cuts you off abruptly, pulling off the blanket as she pulls at you until you're in her lap.

"Nat—"

"You're not gross and this is not about the weight you have or have not gained. You hear me?" Natasha says forcefully as she holds you close to her, hand over your thigh to keep you against her.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I've been making you feel like you're not attractive me," Natasha's eyes well up as your tears wet her shoulder. "You're literally still the most gorgeous person I've ever met and you're always going to be that to me."

Natasha's hand at your waist dips underneath your hoodie, her fingers trailing up your back as she sighs at your warmth. "I should've told you, but the springtime is just really hard for me. It's odd because it's a time for things to come back to life but some of the worst things have happened to me during the spring and things blooming makes me think about things that aren't coming back. I think it's also just a little bit of seasonal depression too. I'm just the rare percentage that gets it in the spring."

The explanation makes your body sag with relief because while you feel so horrible that there is a reason Natasha doesn't like spring, she's not falling out of love with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was hurting you," Natasha apologizes again. "I didn't mean to be so distant but I didn't want to bring your mood down as well, which is why I've been working so much to keep busy."

"It's okay," you muttered as your turn your head, forehead pressed against her neck. "I'm sorry spring is depressing for you."

Natasha merely hushes you as she kisses the side of your head.

You begin to feel awkward, thinking about how you must be heavy on her and try to move, but Natasha doesn't let you.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to convince you that you're perfect to me," Natasha says so seriously as she forces you to look at her. "If you want to lose weight because that is what you want, then I support you. But I need you to understand that I love you no matter what. I don't care either way because you're so fucking lovely to me always. Do you understand?"

Timidly, you reply, "Okay. Thank you."

Natasha presses her lips against yours in a long kiss before she pulls back.

"Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you hungry? We can order in and watch that new show on Netflix I heard was pretty good from Wanda."

You feel lighter. You think you might still want to work out because that would make you happy, but you don't feel the rush like you did just a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah," you say shyly. "But maybe something not so heavy?"

Natasha nods as she presses another kiss into your cheek as she helps you settle onto the couch right beside her to grab her phone.

"Anything to make you bloom."

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01 | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫... 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?!

chapter 01 / chapter 02 / chapter 03

Word count: 1250+

Synopsis: During a particularly boring afternoon, a muscly man with a purple worm around his shoulders has made his way onto your house- literally, smashing through your window- and, subconciously, onto your life.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Toji x gn!Reader, theres also Gojo cat as your cat!! (2) Reader finds Toji's worm cute; i'm sorry if you don't just skip that part (3) There's some cursing but I promise next chapter won't

A/N: I have a lot of drafts and this is the most normal looking I've got... so let's post it first ehehehhsjhd- Also, I'm remaking the structure of the posts (Megumi's one-shot is updated with the very same visual as this!), hope it looks less unorganized! Thank you for reading <3

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To think you'd let such a stranger barge into your apartment- actually, you would never imagine such a comeup. But here are we.

Right in front of you there is a man. Raven locks, black shirt, white baggy pants - is that a purple... gut, intestine thing around his chest? - and a pair of imacculate ballet shoes on his feet. The dude is knocked out cold, it seems that he barely made it through your window, only to come head first against your floor tiles. Now you have drops of blood all over the floor and counter- and, a bleeding man.

You can't tell which task will be more grueling to solve.

Because you have a working brain, of course the man comes first. No matter if your window is broken, and a handfull of glass shards adorn your countertops. And now you've accidentally stepped upon one- just then you realise the man's back must be feeling like a bed of thors- or shards, over being dragged through the floor.

So you throw his arms - which you notice, has a few cuts here and there - over your shoulders, and picks him up in a one-person carry; barely, his torso is against yours and legs are dangling on the floor, this guy must weigh the double you do. It feels like you're carrying a fridge.

From your peripheral, you can see Satoru paddle to the kitchen's doorframe, probably wondering if you were preparing a meal for him or whatever.

"I'll be back in a moment, Ru." He meows a reply, dragging his mountain of fluff back to your couch- you're certain he's taking your spot, while it's still warm.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long for you to reach the bathroom, dropping the man leisurely upon your fluffy mat. Beside all the cuts, the man has already a plentiful share of permanent scars, and none are of your business, you don't care. It's like cleaning and stitching up a old doll full of tears, by the way you're able to maneuver his limbs; you're glad he's still unconscious.

But the thing around his shoulders is not.

In a blink of eye, it jumps from his shoulder to yours, attaching itself to your back and nestling upon your shoulder. When you glance down at it, it feels like a weird looking parrot.

"Hi?" You ask, it looks back at you. "Are you like, his pet or something?" It doesn't talk, just gazes at you through half lidded eyes; so you give up on short talking it, not knowing what you expected yourself. "Let's go finish my movie then!"

You join Satoru on the couch, the cat rapidly making room on your comfortable lap; and the man forgotten, snoring soundly on your bathroom.

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A sequel and half movie later, you hear a loud thud coming from the kitchen. Even though you're aware there's a strange in your house- the sudden sound still naturaly jolts you out of your seat.

"UGH- Goddamn it-" Next comes a colorful list of slurs; a sigh makes way out of your mouth.

You round the corner, pointing a accusing finger to the strange man, who's laying on your floor again. "No cussing on my house."

"Why didn't you even clean this floor, it's loaded with glass shards."

"I wanted to finish my movie afternoon before doing so. Besides, what made you smash through there," You point to the ruined window. "to here." Then, to the kitchen floor. And finally, motioning to your whole apartment.

That was a interesting question, he expected a "Who are you?" or "I'm calling the cops!" call.

"I don't need to explain you shit."

"Think of it as an retribution, since I patched you up, answer my question."

"No."

"That, or you'll pay for my window."

A sigh. "Fine. I was being chased."

"You're a criminal, then?" You questioned.

"Yes." A devilish grin made its way to his face, showing canines and stretching the small scar on the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, just don't get me involved then."

Toji is familiar to that sort of outcome. Sometimes people man up, people weaker than him. But he knows he's intimidating, and he absolutely loves to play with the attitude of those who challenge him.

Forgetting the shart carving on the sole of his feet, he walks up to you efortlessly, towering over your frame.

"Well, are you not scared to have a criminal inside your house?"

"No, I'm not defenseless. And, you're bleeding. Again."

"Shit." Toji sits down close to the wall where it's safe, twisting his leg to bring the injured foot up to his face. He easily plucks the reddened shart between thick digits, and throws it far away from him.

Meanwhile, you bring your first-aid kit up to him, setting it down near.

"Here, use this."

"..."

"I'll do it for you then." You wasted no time, reaching for the line and thread. Once everything was stitched, you wrap a bandage around his foot, then pats it finished. "What's your name?"

"Fushiguro Toji."

"I'm L/N Y/N, lost all your bite huh?" You tease.

Casually ignored. "Why do you have a first-aid kit? Most people don't have it on their houses."

"I practice muay thai, it's useful both for me and you."

"Right. Have you seen my worm?"

"Well, make yourself at home, until your feet gets better. And yeah, your worm jumped at me like those surprise music boxes, and now it's on the couch with my cat. It's been watching movies with us."

He was beyond curious, because the worm didn't have a thinking mind nor knew what even meant to watch something. Toji limped to the doorframe, eyes widening once he spotted the worm wrapped snuggly around your very fluffy cat.

"That's some cute shit."

"The worm is gross."

"I think it looks cute."

"You're batshit crazy."

You stretched your limbs. "Whatever, let's waste some more time watching TV."

Toji sat down - mind you, taking a handful of space you were not content with - once you picked up "both" animals to make room. He thinks you're weird, seeing the fact you didn't question what the hell was that giant-purple-moving worm, and for letting in a random guy inside your house. You do fight a martial art, though, but most people wouldn't have such confidence on him - a dude build like a truck.

There's some survival show playing in the background, yet he's beyond bored watching it, so he settles in questioning your questionable manners.

"How are you so chill about everything?"

"Oh well," You seemed focused on the show, surprisement showing itself once you turn to him. "I see these things in a daily basis, so it's really no big deal after a while."

"Curses?"

"Yep."

"You-"

"I'm going to clean the kitchen. Also, I ask you once the skies darken, to leave my house."

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"I got no hideout out there."

"Suuure you don't." You sighed. "Alright, the couch is your best option; if I hear rumbles at night, or if you steal me or something, I'll be the one chasing you."

"Right, have fun cleaning the blood stained kitchen."

"The audacity." You left with a smirk, shaking your head.

Although you're weird, so far, you're also the most interesting individual Toji has come up to par with; something in this house prickles at his skin to stay. Plus, the fluffy cat laying on his lap is very cute aswell.

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Hiii can you do Zoro and Sanji (seperate) for the spicy week event🌶 and can it be number 47🤭

Hi!! of course! I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting 💖 ~

NSFW ~ Roronoa Zoro and Sanji x F! Reader ~ A competition ~

Kinks:

🌶 #47: Squirting

TW: NSFW. Squirting. Fingering. Masturbating. Oral sex.

WC: 1054

A/N: So I thought about what could possibly motivate this two to make their S/O squirt, and I came up with a competition between them because of a tweet. So I hope you enjoy this idea ♥ ~

I created the fake tweet with an app called "Tweet Creator" on my phone

A normal day in Zoro & Sanji’s life. A tweet that motivated new experiences for both of them and their S/Os...

@ Zoro’s House.

“Oi, Y/n, what the fuck is “making a girl squirt”?”, asks Zoro while entering the room. You are on a zoom call meeting, but luckily no one heard your boyfriend because you are muted. “Zoro… what the fuck. I’m working. Why are you asking me that??” you say scandalized. “The stupid ero cook told me on Twitter I haven’t ever made you “squirt” ...”, he says, yawning. You try not to laugh, but it’s almost impossible. Zoro is a very inexperienced man, yet he learns really quick and has an innate talent to send you to heaven. “Listen, I’m on a meeting, I’m sending you a video, watch it and then we will talk about it, ok?” you tell him while you search for a video on your laptop, fast enough for nobody in the meeting to realize. You send the link to Zoro’s phone and forget about it until late in the afternoon. You are going downstairs, and Zoro is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. You smile at him, opening your arms because you love to hug him after a stressful day. He receives you in his arms and hugs you tight. “Oi… I want to make you squirt”, the green haired boy tells you nuzzling on your shoulder. His sleepy voice tells you that… oh God. “I want you to make me squirt, babe”, you tell him with a wicked smile. Zoro loses no time and grabbing you by your waist sits you over the kitchen table and starts to kiss your neck passionately. You gasp and let his mouth do wonders while kissing your flesh. Your hands travel through his back and take off his white shirt. He has been training so he is still a little sweaty, and there’s nothing you love the most than your strong lover's manly scent. Your jogging pants end up over the floor, and Zoro starts fingering you, while his lips are softly pressed against yours. Your mouth opens, as he hits with perfect motion your G spot. Two fingers inside pump faster, and says to you “come on babe, come for me”. He has learned so quickly about how and where to touch that you are about to reach climax in a couple of minutes. He keeps moving his strong arm in and out of you. A beckoning motion inside you, until your core can't take it anymore and the knot that has been forming on your lower stomach, finally snaps. You squirm and arch your back pressing your sex against his hand. The pressure of the wet products of your arousal makes Zoro take his hand back and let them damp his whole right arm and leg. But he is not satisfied yet, he learned there's so much more liquid. He is back for some more motion, making you squirt multiple times until you beg him to stop. The aftermath of that tweet, leaves you trembling, wondering who is gonna clean the kitchen floor after what's coming next, but mainly thanking Sanji for such a good idea ~

@ Sanji’s home.

“Sanji-kun, I want you here in no time!!” you shout mad at your boyfriend from the bedroom. The cook runs through the halls of your house and reaches the room instantly, “My lady, what do you need?”, he asks. You show Sanji your phone, “Sanji, how many times do I have to tell you to stop teasing your poor friend?”. Sanji burst into laughter at the verge of tears. “Why are you laughing like this? How many times have you made me squirt, huh?” you ask him, mad. Sanji’s cheeks turn to red, and he looks at the floor covering his face with his blond bangs. “Ah you see…”, you scold him. A few seconds pass and Sanji grabs a cigarette and lights it on. “Oh shit… I think… omg”, you realize that what you said hurt him -a lot- and he won't rest until he makes you squirt. You were just trying to stop him from teasing his friend, and now your blond boyfriend is over you, grabbing you by the wrists on bed. “S- Sanji-kun? babe?” you ask him a little bit scared by his sudden reaction. “You are right, I have… I have never… I never made you squirt, my princess. But things are gonna change here”, he says as he slides your pants off. He lifts up your blouse and starts kissing your tummy, he does it so soft and caring. His pretty lips travel through your skin, placing smooches all over your lower stomach and pelvis. Sanji hugs you, pressing his cheeks over your panties. He enjoys every little spot of your body; he takes his time. He makes love to you with all his heart. Slowly he slides your panties off, and as he does so he keeps placing sweet kisses over your core. You arch your back and move your hips towards him, your body wants more, but he takes his time, little by little to make you burn in desire for his touch. His tongue plays over your labia, licks your sex, and slowly tastes your clit with divine dedication. His index finger penetrates your entrance. So soft, so sleek. The finger goes up and down, intermittently reaching your g spot. Every time he does, you moan, and his ears are delighted with the singing of his Goddess. Suddenly, and surprisingly Sanji changes his index finger for his middle and ring finger. He kneels on the bed and places his other hand over your lower stomach, making some pressure, so the tip of his fingers can push your pleasure point even better. His steady pace accelerates more and more, in and out, making you throw your head back. Your toes curling, and your hands grabbing the sheets. Satin fabric that got completely soaked with you reaching climax, squirting, and whining Sanji’s name. Your blond cook doesn’t stop until your last drop is out, making your body fall into exhaustion. He carries you to the bathroom and gives you a cute relaxing bath, where of course the two of you keep playing until dinner time ♥ ~

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 16

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The sun glared through the thin sheet of the tent, making your listless self stir beneath the blankets draped over your naked body. Cautious not to wake Bucky, who had his arms wrapped around you, you carefully buried your face deeper in his neck but he wasn't that much of a deep sleeper as you thought he would be.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He said, pulling you closer.

"G'morning." You replied, smiling against his skin. "Have you been awake this whole time?"

"Yes. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping."

"Someone tired me out last night."

Bucky chuckled, sending a low vibration on top of your head. "Hmm, how was he?"

"He's pretty good in bed." You chuckled. "But pretty creepy when he refers to himself in the third person."

You stayed right there for another hour — in each other's embrace, in heat, in thin sheets, in profound silence, still taking pleasure in the afterglow of what had transpired last night: the intimacy in each other's skin, of each other's mouths, of each other's everything. A kind of intimacy you never dared share with anyone, not even with your serious ex-boyfriend.

Before the both of you got up and headed down the fire escape and then to the apartment, you had looked at him one last time and asked yourself the same question you had asked Bucky the first time you were here on the rooftop:

"Have you ever felt that kind of feeling?" You asked.

"What feeling?"

"The afterglow feeling."

Was this the kind of afterglow you sought after?

You shook your head, suddenly feeling ridiculous. Perhaps it was the sex; just that. The most amazing, mindblowing sex I ever had in my life, you thought. The more you described it that way while descending down the stairs and entering the apartment through the window (while wearing Bucky's shirt which looked huge on you, by the way), the more you believed it was just because of that. Besides, it was something that had given you sweet, sweet pleasure, something that made me feel like you were high on drugs, something that made you feel alive, something that made you feel things you didn't even know you could — the after of it all, of course, was worth so much more.

You both went straight to the bathroom to wash your faces and brush your teeth as soon as you got in. Of course, you took way more time than he did. He soon went to the kitchen to prep breakfast. You approached him afterwards, his bare back exposed to you while cracking some eggs into a bowl.

Without any hesitation at all, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. You caught a whiff of his scent, even though he reeked of sex, the vanilla-lavender hint never faded.

"Whatcha cookin', good-lookin'?" You asked, taking a peek on the table.

"I was thinking of making you Japanese omelettes today." He stopped whipping for a second to face you. He placed a finger on your chin, tilting it upwards, and proceeded to kiss me.

"Have I told you you have the softest lips?" He whispered after.

"Yes, you did." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And you kept reminding me last night."

"Good. You should be reminded of all the beautiful things you possess." He rested his hands on your hips. You wanted to shy away from the mention of the word beautiful but you didn't.

You have always received compliments, yes, but you never learned how to respond to them unless they tell you how to: "Oh for god's sake, just say thank you." Most people compliment you just because they have to, because social convention dictates them to (especially when you're at a party). Some, perhaps only five percent, genuinely compliment you.

But the spontaneity of last night — all the compliments Bucky kept giving you, all the "beautiful" being said over and over and over, were playing in your head like a broken record. Even after he saw all the folds, the rolls, stretch marks, scars, and acne marks.

It wasn't just that. He admired every single one of your photos down at the bar, photos you worked hard for, photos people kept neglecting. He talked about them like how you imagined someone actually talking about them. He talked to you about the beauty of art like how you wanted to talk to someone about it (Weirdly so, you picked friends you had nothing in common with: Nat just wanted to gossip, Steve preferred to be mysterious, Peter was all about business, Wanda was the one person you could talk to about these but you chose not to anymore, and Nick... was just Nick). It was like reading each other's minds.

You treated each as a compliment.

The five percent you were talking about? Bucky was it.

He pulled you out of your thoughts by sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing the cheeks for a bit, then placing them on the back of your thighs. You smiled then jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed you on top of the counter next to all the ingredients he had prepared.

He grabbed your face and continued to make-out, leaving the eggs on the bowl raw and unwhisked.

"You should," you said in between kisses, "go back to cooking. I'm starving."

"Y'know, you could just eat me."

"Sorry, I want cooked eggs."

He pulled away from, yet his hands stayed on your waist. With a cute pout on his face, he said: "Mean."

You broke into laughter after that and you watched him cook this Japanese omelette he kept talking about.

"I would make you the most amazing Japanese omelette — and the most complicated one, by the way. It took me months to perfect that — but I'm too lazy to prepare the rice." He chuckled, grabbing an apron. "So, I'm just going to make you the normal one. It's called Tamagoyaki."

"Hmm, interesting." You commented. "I just do mine sunny-side up. Crack an egg on a pan. That's it. It's an underrated hack, really."

He laughed. "It's a good thing I'm here then." He proceeded to heat the pan, and throw some butter on it once the heat was good enough.

"You told me you only know how to cook breakfast, right? Why is that?"

"The same reason why you cook your eggs sunny-side up."

"It's easy?"

"Not just easy." He replied. "It's the easiest of all meals! Toast, eggs, bagels, bacon — see, they're pretty easy."

You frowned, tilting your head. "You know, most times, you say the most profound things but you do say the weirdest, silliest things sometimes."

It was like two people were fighting against each other inside him: the child, and the man.

He laughed at your comment and said nothing further as he concentrated on cooking. You watched him move around the kitchen as the minutes passed by. And while you talked about the small things in life, you couldn't help but wonder how this Bucky, standing right in front of you, kissing you, holding you, was much more different — way more different than the Bucky you knew in Peter's stories.

The thing you liked about it though, was that both versions excited you. You longed for spontaneous adventures, ones that you’d keep forever, ones that would remind you of the days of your youth, ones you too stuck up to do, and you longed for conversations like this, and the ones you and Bucky have had before, conversations that made you see more of life's beauty and appreciate it.

That same afternoon, you spent it lying down on a couch in each other's arms, watching a movie he guilted you into watching: Roman Holiday. You made side commentaries while you watched, how lame the lines were, how cheesy they all sounded, but at the same time, amazed at how things have changed since then.

"Ugh, I love me a vespa." You said, watching the vespa speed away on the streets. "I would just love to ride around New York city in a vespa and just pull off some Roman Holiday in this bitch."

"I have to admit, that does look fun."

And somewhere halfway through the film, when Bucky was making small circles with his finger on your waist (igniting fire within you, and at the same time, making you weak on your knees), you ended up making out, grabbing and touching each other beneath your clothes, and taking them all off, sending them flying all over the living room floor, and repeating what you did last night — except it was in broad daylight and Bucky dominated over you, over and over and over, flesh on flesh. You kept screaming each other's names. He kept fucking you into oblivion, taming the mad woman in you.

You laid there on your back, pulling down his neck with your right hand, making your foreheads touch, locking your eyes together, telling him to go "faster, deeper", digging deep and scratching into his back with your nails, making him hiss out your name, and at the same time, crying out his name repeatedly like a chant, making you forget your own.

You felt the droplets of his sweat on your skin, mixed with your own. You watched him ravish you, watched the pleasure consume him wholly, and watched his eyes roll back as he came inside.

"I really can't get enough of you, babydoll." He growled, and kissed you one last time before you showered and headed down to work.

-

"You look different." Nat observed, sitting on one of the high stools across you. "Did you do something with your face?"

"No, I didn't." You grimaced, shaking your head.

"Then, why are you glowing?"

"Quit staring."

She chose not to listen to you and kept on following you with her eyes as you moved around the counter. "Oh my god, I know what it is — "

"Goddamn it, Nat — "

" — you had sex!"

She cackled, gesturing you towards the booth with a sharp tone: "Booth. Now."

You followed suit. It was crystal clear in that moment that you had no other choice, that she held the upper hand in this friendship. You were starting to think that perhaps this friendship you were pursuing with Nat was a mistake as she kept on berating you about the information she just acquired.

"There's no way in hell I'm telling you all about it." You huffed, sitting across from her.

"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said, "I'm a fucking prophet."

"Don't be such a smug bitch." You rolled your eyes. "No one likes a smug bitch."

"What did I tell you about this Bucky thing, huh?" She smirked, ignoring you. Again. "Come on, spill the beans! I wanna hear everything!"

You shook your head unamused. "Nope. No way."

She groaned. "Please? Nothing exciting is ever happening in this bar but now I have this! You!"

"How about you and Steve humping each other like bunnies?" You bit your inner cheeks to prevent your lips from smiling. "That's gotta be exciting."

"Let's not talk about me and Steve."

"So, it's okay if we talk about my sex life but not yours?"

"Exactly."

You frowned. "You're a weird friend."

"No." She leaned in. "I'm a miracle-worker that happens to be your new best friend, by the way — "

"Parker's my best friend — "

" — and you should at least thank me. I am more than welcome, by the way."

"Nat, if you don't stop I swear to God I'm gonna out you and Steve to the whole ass bar." You groaned, knocking your forehead against the table. Coincidentally, you could actually out them of the closet knowing they were actually doing it in one of the closets here in the bar (yes, you found a condom wrapper lying around one time. Knowing what had transpired in that small space, believe you me, you sprinted the fuck out of there).

"Ugh fine, fine." She said, making you stop banging your head and forcing you to look at her. "Just tell me this... Was it good?"

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, yes, it was good."

"Just good?"

You sighed in defeat, leaning back on the cushioned backrest of the booth. "It was the best I ever had." Nat bit her lip, hiding a squeal. "There. Ya happy?"

"Now, I'm curious! Please, y/n, you have to tell me. I gots to know! Okay, tell me, how big was he?"

"What?! No, I'm not gonna tell you that."

"Come on, I'll trade you Steve's."

"Ew, Nat! Gross!" You cringed. "I don't wanna know that!"

Then, she proceeded to move her hands in the opposite direction slowly, "tell me when to stop." You shook your head and just watched her in plain amusement as she continued to do it. Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god, this big? Seriously?"

"I'm not telling you anything."

"Come on, you told me about the time you kissed!"

"That's different." You scoffed. "This one's... intimate."

"Ooohhh, intimate. Well, I've never heard anyone describe sex that way."

"It was just different, okay? Good different." You replied. "And that's all I'm telling you."

She heaved a sigh, finally accepting the fact that you won't go anywhere past what you just told her. "Okay, at least you gave me something. Do you mind if I ask you something real, though? I swear this is the last time. It's not about sex, I promise."

Convinced, you nodded. "Go ahead."

"So, are you guys dating now? Or is it just, ya know, fooling around?"

You sat there, undoubtedly floored by the question. You had never even given it a thought. It never crossed your mind until Nat just made you realize the consequences of yesterday, last night and this afternoon, the inevitable. Were you dating? Will you ever talk about it? Is he even considering it? Or will you just continue to have sex without ever talking about dating?

"I, uh, I don't know. We didn't talk about it."

"Well, clearly there's gotta be something, right? That it's not just fooling around. I mean you said it was intimate, that it was good different — whatever that means." said Nat. "There's gotta be something deep?"

You looked at Natasha with astonishment, baffled by the things coming out of her mouth. Apparently,you were still on cloud nine to think about any kind of repercussion, to think about what could happen next to afterglow.

"I guess?"

"Do you like him?"

"Clearly, I do."

Unlike Nat, you were stunned by your answer. You answered that question faster than the speed of light.

She smirked at you in response. "You are so gonna fall in love."

"Shut your hole, Nat."

The door flew open suddenly, revealing Bucky and Sam, which got you up your feet. Instinctively and ignoring Nat, you approached him halfway and greeted him with a kiss which he gladly reciprocated, all the things you and Nat just talked about disappearing into this sweet, sweet kiss.

"Hey you." You breathed after pulling away from his lips.

"Hey, babydoll."

"Oh hey, Sam."

"Hey, babydoll." Sam mocked, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a cute name. What is that? French?"

Bucky smacked his friend on the stomach, making Sam groan and glare at him. "So, it's not French?"

"Sam." Bucky warned which Sam only found funny.

Bucky kept his hand on your waist as you approached the booth, with Sam behind us. Nat, who was still sitting on the booth, cocked her head on the side and eyed Bucky up and down. "Bucky, Sam... This is Nat from the night before." You introduced them to each other before you made them sit in the booth.

"Do you boys want anything to drink?" Nat asked.

"We'll have scotch." Bucky replied, giving Nat a friendly smile. "On the rocks."

"Actually, I don't know how to make drinks, I just asked to be nice."

You rolled your eyes at Nat, laughing lightly. "Don't worry, I got them." You approached the counter and prepared the drinks while Nat followed your trail.

"Babydoll?" She asked. "Steve doesn't even have a nickname for me."

"Okay, I have to ask this since you already did it to me anyway." You said, pouring scotch on the glasses. "Are you and Steve dating? Or is it just, like you said, fooling around?"

"We're friends... with benefits."

"So, just fooling around then?" You asked.

"Yeah, you can put it that way."

"Aren't you worried he might want something more than that? Like a relationship? He does seem like a man who wants to settle, y'know."

"Aren't you worried your new boy toy might want something like that too?"

You fell silent just as you were about to finish the drinks. You weren't worried about that, no. You were worried about you, wanting something more, something you haven't had in a long time, something Bucky hasn't had.

"The chances of me and Steve getting even serious are very slim." She whispered. "But you and Bucky? Now, that's a big fat chance. It doesn't even matter how long you guys have known each other. If there's chemistry, then you can't do anything about it, and the way you described your whole thing with him? Babydoll," she smirked, proud of herself, "if that's not chemistry then I don't know what is."

"As far as I can remember, you're the one who told me to just 'go where the river takes you' and now you're confusing me with these things!" You hissed, looking over at the booth and making sure Bucky won't hear your little banter.

She rolled her eyes at you. "Okay, okay, okay... Allow me to paint you a picture, y/n."

"Paint me a picture — ?"

"Do you know where the river takes you? A waterfall." Nat cut youoff. "Now, right now, you're still on a boat, just gliding through the river, going where the flow takes you. Then some time now, you're gonna hit a fast stream until boom, waterfalls, and when you reach the top of the falls, inevitably, you're gonna fall... fall in love, that is, with the hunky rich man over there. See? Painting a picture. I can be smart too."

You kept Nat's words in the back of your mind until you gave Bucky and Sam their drinks, saving them for later. Nat had to go out for a while to smoke outside, leaving you, Sam and Bucky in the booth, discussing the project you had with Sam's line, updating you with all the dates and details. Seeing as you'll soon be leaving the bar by the end of the week, you offered to start first thing next week.

"But I could actually give you a little pitch presentation just before we start shooting," you added, "idea decks we can work with, like styles, and some mood boards that fit your whole apparel aesthetic. But first, I need to know your brand bible, like your target audience, the tone of your business — stuff like that — just so I can prepare for the presentation."

"Wow, you know a lot about the business industry." Sam replied, amused.

"I used to major in business and finance." You sighed. "It does come in handy with my photography."

Under the table, Bucky reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers together and squeezing your hand three times which elicited a smile.

"Oh, I can give you a tour!" Sam enthusiastically said. "We can go to the office and to some of the stores; maybe the one in Fifth Street. We've actually received the shipment for the new designs. We could discuss everything then. How does tomorrow sound? Bucky can come with ya."

"Tomorrow works, yes! Tomorrow's perfect." You agreed.

You broke out in a smile, leaning on Bucky's side who was more than glad to see you discussing with Sam about the project, squeezing you hand once more, three times.

"Then, it's settled!" Sam boomed. "Now, where's the toilet? I think I got a little too excited."

You threw you head back, laughing. "Right down the hall over there." You pointed.

As soon as Sam was gone, Bucky turned towards you and held your face with his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "You sound so hot talking like that."

You chuckled, sliding closer towards him, your thighs brushing past each other. "You and your weird mind, Bucky I swear to God."

With his lips pressed on yours, you didn't even notice the door open, didn't even notice Steve walk in. You pulled away, hearing Steve clearing his throat. With your hands still on Bucky, you turned towards Steve, who was clearly entertained, and sent him a huge smile.

"H-hey, Rogers." You chuckled nervously. "You remember Bucky."

"Mr. Barnes." Steve nodded at Bucky.

"Mr. Rogers."

You frowned at their formal exchange. "Bucky's actually here with his friend, Sam Wilson. I'm starting a project with him for his business that'll start next week. We were just, uh, discussing the details."

"In his mouth?" Steve smirked.

"Steve." You hissed. "Not cool, man."

"So, where's this Sam Wilson?" Steve asked, looking to his right.

"On your left."

Steve turned around on his left at Sam's voice. Both men stared at each other for a while before introducing each other and shaking each other's hands. Weirded out, you turned to Bucky and asked if they knew each other, if the three of them knew each other (as you now remembered that time when Bucky and Steve met here in the bar).

Bucky shook his head no. "Maybe he's just one of those familiar faces you see on the street." He whispered, but as Steve went straight to his office, and as Sam got back in the booth, a weird tension surfaced that was cut off by Nat entering the bar, together with some customers who were more than happy to be the first ones here.

"That's my cue." You sighed, standing up and letting go of Bucky's hands before going to the counter and greeting the customers.

You felt your phone vibrate against your back pocket after a few seconds. You opened it, and on the screen was a message from Peter:

Sorry couldn't get to you sooner. Lost my charger on the way to the cabin! Schmidt didn't want me to borrow his until I did everything he told me to. Everything's great! I'll send you pictures when I can.

Hope Bucky's taking good care of you. Miss you, y/n. I'll see you in a few days!

Your fingers hovered on the screen as you glanced at Bucky who caught your eyes. He winked at you while taking a sip from his drink and licked his lip afterwards, eyeing you up and down.

Tell Schimdt I'll beat his ass when he comes back. See you in a few days, Parker!

A series of what happened between you and Bucky flashed in your mind, making you bite your lip.

And don't worry, Bucky's taking good care of me.

... such good care.

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[allwaswell16]

hi 👋👋 i know this is a louis tomlinson or one direction blog but i found you from the tag fic recs, but im so desperate so here i am asking if you know any friends the tv show fics that you know and like? you don't have to answer this of course 😃 hope you're having a good start of the year. also wondering will it be okay if i follow you? im not a fan of louis tomlinson but im 18+ don't worry

Hi! I am in fact a Louis/One Direction fan fic blog ! I do know some good Friends fics, and yes, please consider following my blog and perhaps you will eventually fall in love with Louis Tomlinson and also One Direction fan fic...both of these are amazing and worth doing. lol. Normally, I'd put your fic request in my schedule which is my pinned post, BUT it's uhhh very long. And also there aren't THAT many Friends fics that I know of.

- FRIENDS TV SHOW FUSION FICS -

green in the morning and blue afternoon by wildestdreams / @butyouneverdo

“Harry,” Louis whispered beside him.

Harry hummed, his hand coming up to stroke Louis’ back. Louis was still on top of him, his body sagging against Harry’s, heavy and warm, and Harry loved it.

“I don’t think it was a one off.”

“Me either, Lou.”

or a Friends AU.

So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way by orphan_account

A Friends!AU in which Louis hates mustaches, Harry is oblivious, Liam never stops talking about dinosaurs (but Zayn’s kind of okay with that), and Niall occasionally auditions for acting gigs but mostly eats food that isn't his.

Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by @softfonds

“In New York, you can be a new man.” Broadway actor Louis Tomlinson has it all. An amazing flat, a wonderful friend group, a Tony under his belt, and the world at his fingertips. Yet there’s one thing that’s missing. And it might be in the shape of the curly haired lawyer who becomes Zayn’s new roommate.

Or, the One Where…. Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU.

all strings attached by moonshinelouis

“I’m being serious, Harry. You’re lovely. If no one, so far, has wanted you for good, it’s because they’re fools,” Louis punctuates with a curt nod and a long sip of her drink.

“If that were true, I would've had you in my bed a long time ago.”

friends au. girl direction.

Pizza Boy by @dinosaursmate

“You just flirted with the pizza boy. On your anniversary! Liam’s in the next room!!” “Alright, alright, calm down. I was not flirting, I was just being friendly.” “Unbelievable.” Harry scoffed, expressing his irritation. Niall joined them in the kitchen, pulling open the pizza box greedily and helping himself to a slice. “Harry’s just upset ‘cause you flirted with his boy.” Niall smirked. - Harry fancies the pizza boy and attempts to flirt.

Based on the Friends episode The One Where Ross Can't Flirt.

Double Date by @dinosaursmate

“You looking forward to tonight?” Niall frowned as he sat down, before his eyes widened. “Oh, tonight.” He cleared his throat. “So you, um, spoke to your friend?” “Yeah, she’s up for it. I had to oversell you a bit, you understand, but I’m sure she’ll love you either way. Just… be charming. Try your best, anyway.” Niall nodded, chewing on his thumbnail. “Sure, yeah.” “So, tell me about my guy.” Harry grinned. “What’s he like?” “Oh, you know…” Niall shrugged, huffing and staring at his phone distractedly. “It’s a surprise. But he’s great. I wouldn’t set you up with him otherwise, would I?” - Harry and Niall set each other up on blind dates, except Niall completely forgets to find Harry a date. Based on that Phoebe/Mike Friends storyline.

Wearing Nothing But Your Kiss by @dinosaursmate

The lift stopped and Harry sighed, picking up the shopping bag and looking up. They weren’t at his floor; in fact, they were at no floor. The lift seemed to have lost power, the lights flickering off and he was plunged into the relative darkness of a dim emergency light. “Great.” The man in the lift with Harry sighed, then quickly crossed the small space and pressed the alarm button to no response. Harry watched him with dull curiosity before… shit. It was that guy! Something Tomlinson, and if Harry wasn’t mistaken, he’d just been nominated for an Oscar. He dropped the shopping bag to the floor, his palms sweating. --- Harry gets stuck in a lift with that actor with the incredible arse and tries to remember how to function as a human being.

Your Plans and Those Slow Hands by sweetums / @darlou

"Louis, people are looking."

Just as he says that, Louis looks up to see a man at a small table, alone and perched on a stool, holding a cup of coffee. Instead of drinking his coffee, he's openly gawking at Louis.

"What are you looking at?"

Louis addresses him sharply. He'll be damned if he’s the one made to feel embarrassed. This is Liam's intervention. On second thought though, this man is quite attractive. Brunette curls, amazing jawline, big hands and even better arms by the looks of his biceps bursting out of that black t-shirt.

"I mean, hi."

-

AU based on that episode of Friends where Monica makes sex noises when she gets massaged. Harry and Louis meet at a coffee shop at the expense of Liam's embarrassment and Louis gets well and truly wooed by Harry's dating abilities.

Your Good Side by sweetums / @darlou

“Hi, I’m Harry. I don’t think we’ve met yet, just wanted to say I’m excited to work with you.” Harry says once he’s walked over, smiling at Louis. He would go for a handshake but that seems a bit too formal maybe.

“Hi, are you one of the extras?” Louis responds, clearly trying to be polite and failing. Harry feels himself start to frown.

“Er, no, I’m Harry, Harry Styles? I play Alex.” he explains. Obviously he’s not egotistic enough to think everyone on set should know who he is. But then again, they did so far.

“Ohhh, the pop star right?” Louis quips.

And okay. That’s probably the most blatant anyone has been about their preconceptions of him.

“Well, yeah, I’m in a band if that’s what you mean. We’re on a hiatus right now but we’re still working on music.” he says, trying not to be affected by Louis’ condescension.

“Right, so not an actor. Just a way to get us more press.” It’s annoying but Louis’ slight smirk really suits him. He’s literally standing there insulting Harry but Harry feels almost charmed. Still offended, though.

-

AU where Harry can't seem to win over his Dunkirk co-star. Inspired by Joey and Kate from Friends.

Anywhere With You by sweetums / @darlou

“Do you want some gum?” Louis’ lovely voice interrupts his train of thoughts.

“No, thank you.” Harry responds quickly.

What? ‘No, thank you’? What was he thinking? If Louis Tomlinson offers you gum, you take it. If Louis Tomlinson offers you a vial of vomit, you take it.

“On second thought, gum would be perfection.” Harry actually considers just dying right there as he reaches over to pry the piece of gum out of Louis’ perfect little hand, eyes flitting over to the other man’s amused face.

Why did he say that? He could’ve said, ‘I’ll have some gum’ or ‘gum would be great’ or even a simple ‘thanks’ but no, no, for Harry, ‘gum would be perfection’.

He loathes himself.

-

AU where Harry gets stuck in an ATM vestibule with Louis Tomlinson during a blackout. Inspired by Chandler and Jill Goodacre from Friends.

Put In Them Hours by sweetums / @darlou

“How did the interviews go?” Liam asks later that same day.

Louis is over at their flat again, this time because he has no beer in his own fridge. Niall has the ability to magically conjure up beer so it’s only natural to migrate here.

“Good, good.” Louis says, looking far too interested in the bowl of crinkle cut chips in front of him.

“Okay. So, do you know who you’re choosing?”

“I’ve narrowed it down to two people.” Louis admits. “One of them is really well qualified. Her name is Caroline, she’s been an assistant in fashion for like ten years and we get along well.”

They boys nod along.

“And the other one?” Niall asks.

“He’s the love of my life.”

-

AU where Louis makes the poor decision of hiring an unfairly attractive assistant. Inspired by Rachel and Tag from Friends.

Best Served Cold by sweetums / @darlou

“I uh,” Harry coughs. “Don’t know if you remember this but in the school nativity play after that, you pulled down my trousers.”

Louis winces. He doesn’t really remember considering how many pranks he’s pulled but that sounds like something he did.

-

AU where Harry bumps into the boy who humiliated him in Year 2. His plan of revenge is hard to carry out when said boy is quite possibly the loveliest person on earth. Inspired by Chandler and Susie (Julia Roberts) from Friends.

Whirlwind by sweetums / @darlou

“Noisy boys over at that table there, yes, you two, would you like to share something with us?” ...

“I was just saying that you’re probably the only person who’s ever literally taken my breath away"

-

AU inspired by Phoebe and David from Friends.

#ask #anon #friends fusion fics #whoops turns out i know a bunch of friends fics #fic rec #darlou #softfonds #dinosaursmate #moonshinelouis #butyouneverdo

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 8 Damian x reader

The school is shut down for a week ironically because of an attack by The Joker and Two-Face, that Robin and his team took down. The teachers sent out a notice with homework attached and told us to stay inside. Nightmare came back somewhere in the morning I couldn't tell the time because I apparently fell asleep along with Boy Wonder before the end of season 1 of The Highlander. I gently placed him down on the couch, gotten dressed, and made some breakfast, I only had eggs so I made some scrambled and put them on a plate for him and me. Nightmare got the last of the bacon. I put a plate over Robins while I ate mine sitting at the small table in the kitchen going over my homework. Sadly I finished my homework before my eggs and they have gone cold. I silently morn my eggs eating the cold carcass. "You stare any harder at that screen and you might break it." I jump, my head shoots upwards and I sigh, but then my eyes drop on my cat. My jaw drops the furball is purring in the arms of a masked stranger who is petting his head. Robin was petting my cat holding him like a baby and the demon is purring. Robin still had his eyes, and limbs not even a bite mark was seen on his skin.

"You traitor, you barely know him." I playful scold the feline, he meows nuzzling his face in Robin's chest.

"Your monster seems friendly."

"Nightmare looks like he's been introduced to catnip."

"Just a few scratches here and there." He smirks taking a seat next to me."Thank you for breakfast."

"Mhm." I turn back to the screen, "Will you be going back today Robin?"

"I might."

"Hmm." I finish the last problem for today closing the device, "Well I have to go to work, your welcome to stay if you want." I smooth out my clothes tossing one last look at the melting ball of fur. I quirk an eyebrow but move out to the door. I stop Halfway through the doorway and look back putting on my meanest face. "If you break a single window in my home I will find where ever you are and break you. Bye Nightmare, love you, I'll be back in a few hours."

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"Nightmare! I'm back!" my keys skitter across the floor but no black fur is seen. He's still in the arms of Robin though it's not Robin, Green eyes. My stomach sinks and my mouth goes dry. "Damian?" His is just as much shock as me, he puts down Nightmare and rushes to me the door slams behind me. And I'm being dragged then forced to sit, his hands grip my shoulders. "Your early, why did you arrive early, you not supposed to be back for another half hour." I hardly heard him, I scold myself now realizing the obvious. Why else would Nightmare feel comfortable around him he had been here before multiple times noticed how I treated Damian and that's why he was a purring mess in his arms. I said be nice to him when he was over not Robin, but of course, they smell the same Nightmare associated with both people. I should have spotted it sooner, the voice, the height, the tone of his speech. Dear God, I can mom telling how oblivious, like she did when she won Clue. It was right there, he asked the right question and baited me for answers. I don't know why this is a shock to me. Now that I think of it I have to stop myself from laughing

"What the hell," my voice quivers. "Damian, Damian Wayne. You help Gotham." I start snickering, pulling my hand over my face. I throw my head back laughing then fall over to the side. "Nightmare you knew didn't you! Haha, that's why you were you were melting like butter."

"Your laughing!"

"Did you assume I wouldn't!" I wheeze, my breath nearly coming out to form words. "I can imagine you fighting, but saving people that's something else entirely."

"Do you think so little of me?" He sounds disappointed.

"I don't mean it to offend you but what else can I say. I didn't expect this." I sit up, clearing my throat and looking him dead in the eye. "Can I just call you Damian now, or do I still have to you different names."

"Why aren't you more surprised?"I Smile sadly.

"I thought you would have read up on me, do you know who killed my parents that day at home." He stiffens, he opens his mouth but continues. "My Father's sister, my aunt, killed them both during dinner. All because my mother wouldn't let her see those journals you asked about. After that it many people took off their masks."

"That's all it took?"

"What should it take, she killed her own brother because she didn't get confidential knowledge. To be honest, I don't really care anymore."

"You need professional help." I shrug.

"Probably, but getting sessions is expensive and I don't enjoy answering "and how are you feeling?" questions. I had enough of that already from everyone else."

"Where's your brother, Emil?" I feel myself frown.

"He's with someone I trust, I can't tell you who, sorry."

"The file says you died, you also made a miraculous recovery, recovery from what?"

"I prefer not to answer that question, It's rather personal." I don't want to explain that either, I know the doctor was shocked to see me come back. They had to call the professor to have him take me and my brother. After that this entire fiasco.

"You know I'll find out either way."

"Listen, I don't know how I made it, I was tortured by my she who will not be named and left for dead. I prayed for anyone and everyone who would hear me, someone did, the police found me and I was rushed to the hospital. I decided to take a nap, and I woke up to the sound of Emil crying. He cried, even more, when I woke up, screaming even, the good doctor nearly fainted. I was plugged into wires of all sorts, and my uncle was holding a plug, I assume he pulled, tackled me. My body lit up in pain and felt like I was run over, the next I am separated from my family and rushed into a place where they check on me every three months. At least I got to choose the place, they pay for the school, and I cover everything else." I give in, it feels nice to tell someone, something even if it's not the whole truth. But it seems to shut him up. "Please don't go looking for Emil, they haven't caught my aunt yet. I don't know if she's looking for them next, I would prefer not to stand over another grave knowing she got them too." I stare at him gauging his reaction, his face is still stone, unmoving in the uncomfortable silence. I pick up Nightmare, who has been rubbing against my leg for a bit, and scratch his head as he wants.

"Fine, I won't push further but I have terms."

"Really?" What would he need terms for?

"1, you don't reveal my identity to anyone. 2, you will not acknowledge that you know my family’s identities. 3, I come whenever I like as Robin or as Damian. 4, I add terms whenever I please."

"Why would I agree to any of that? I'm the one who has your identity." He smiles.

"Because I will tell Batman this information, and he doesn't talk as kindly to people hiding something. You obviously still are, but for now, I'll let it slide I'm sure by now you've decided to watch the news, so you know what he does." I gulp, I did see his more recent victim and he looked traumatized.

"Alright fine, but I binge so if you fall asleep tough luck, I'm not going back."

"Fine," he reaches back and pulls out his mask which he puts back on, walking out to the kitchen. "I back in a bit, pull out your couch bed while I'm gone. I will be staying here a while." I get up after him.

"Hey, that offer is for when I thought you were some homeless bums who fights crime, gets money from villain's wallets. You have a perfectly good bed at home!" He turns back one foot on the railing and a grappling hook in hand. "Term 6, I will stay as long as I like." he jumps off like before, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Bastard! I need my alone time!" He's gone I don't even know if he heard me. I grumble pulling out the spare sheets and blankets to set up the bed. "He better be paying rent, smug rich kid."

"Meow." Nightmare looks over at the window Robin left of.

"Yes, he's coming back."

"Meow"

"No, I'm not going tell him, not until I have to."

"Merrow"

"Shut up." I kick the side of the couch holding the two large cushions that lay on it, the bed springs out and makes a satisfying thud on the floor. "Go and see if the data has finished downloading, then put it back in the box I'll make you something in a how you feel about tuna our downstairs grandparents gave me a can."

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The sheets are made, the cat is fed and now I am going over how I was going to cover for another person. How much would he eat, can he survive on pastries, ramen, and eggs. How long was he staying, would his family come asking about him seeing as he was here before. At both times, when he broke my window, and when they came for coffee.

"Hey, open the door." The voice is cold but still recognizable. I get up slowly taking my time getting there along with opening the door. He hurries in, dressed in some normal-ish clothes that still look expensive, but he still dressed like he came out of a photo shoot. He not only has a suitcase but some grocery bags, I frown at those. He seems to notice because he forgets his suitcase and charges into the kitchen. "Hey!"

"Y/N I am not eating ramen and eggs for god knows how long. I will cook a decent meal and you will have something healthy."

"How did you know I only had eggs and ramen?"

"I went through your fridge," He places a bag of tomatoes in the bottom drawer where I see green onions and various other veggies.

"I make stir-fry once a month, you have bought enough greens and reds to make that for two weeks. I don't even have rice."

"You don't like it when people spend money on you, do you?"

"I don't need other people's money," He opens his mouth, but I stop him raising a finger cutting him off. "And before you mention Molly, she remains the exception. Not that me telling her not to stops her."

"And why is that." He stops putting the food in the fridge.

"Because I've been friends with her longer," I look back at his bags and frown. "How long do you plan on staying again."

"For as long as I please."

"Won't they come looking for you? Your family I mean, the Detective stops by almost every day."

"Grayson won't be a problem, I left them a trail that leads to several other places." He stuffs the last of the food in the fridge, getting up and looking out the balcony window. "Should take a long while." I can hear the smugness in his voice.

"Your happy you tricked your brothers aren't you." He turns around forcing himself to frown but the corners of his lips twitch.

"Ho, you're a bastard Wayne."

"You're really gonna curse me?"

"You didn't tell me I couldn't Damian." I grab my computer and open Hulu putting on Star Trek; Next-generation where I left off. "Hope you enjoy space adventure, because I'm not starting this over its seven seasons and 4 movies. I'm halfway through season 3, if you want context just ask." I glance up signaling that I am waiting for a response, he leans on the wall in front of my kitchen. I can't read his face, but his face of neutral displeasure wasn't much better. "So, your done feeling good about yourself, or is there something else you need."

"It's been something I've been wondering for a while now, those iridescent pieces you fed me."

"Part of my mother's work." Not a complete lie,

"Was that what those missing journals about?"

"No." More of a lie but not wrong. He groans anyway, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, you really like to cut in deep and waste time. Just come here and watch some Star Trek with me I need someone else to groan in pain about Counselor Troy's and Will Riker's on and off slow burn romance." Begrudgingly he walks over plopping down next to me.

"Your tastes in tv are odd."

"You have no idea, my tastes in something go everywhere, after this and Highlander I have several old cartoons next. First, I might have to gather what you know about the Quack pack, Goof troop, Ducktales, and all that pizazz. Though I have a feeling that you would like Darkwing Duck more, or it could possibly be too relatable." He gives me a look.

"How could I relate to a duck?"

"We are a long way from that now, at the moment we must bear witness to Captain Picard and his adventures commanding the USS Enterprise."

"Has anyone told you how unbelievably weird you are?"

"Sir, you have entered my life for what looks to be the long run. You will experience the kind of weirdness only Molly has ever seen. But now that you are basically my roommate you might see more." I pat his shoulder. "So, buckle up, because this is now you've got a seat on this roller-coaster, and you can't get off till the car reaches a complete stop. Now can we please get back to the show I want to see some cosmic action?"

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"Was that a statement or a question?"

"He can achieve the perception of feeling with a chip that goes into his hyper-advanced brain, lets his brother take it but can't make his own."

"I lent you my computer to catch up to where I left off for one night and that's what you're hung upon."

"Yes," his eyes look serious while he shoves some oatmeal in his mouth. "You are the one who can't stand the slow burn."

"Touche."

Before we got to the last season, Damian had asked he could see the rest of the show before the finally. I didn't expect that he would binge because it was a weekend, he even made extensive notes on character weakness. He still went out on patrol every night but came back with no one tailing him. That's what he says at least. He looks tired, with bags under his eyes and just lacking energy altogether.

"While I'm at work please go to sleep, you look like you fought an energy vampire and lost."

"I wouldn’t have lost to a vampire, they’re not that hard to kill.”

“But they drink blood they need to get close; energy vampires are more psychic they don’t even have to be a real monster.” He stops eating/

“How so?”

“They could be emotionally, physically, and mentally draining people. You know like Deity Skimmer, the girl in our science class. You can’t kill the energy-sucking vibes she gives off, can you.” He snorts behind his hand.” I mean it, even creatures of the night need sleep.” I drop my dishes off in the sink. I walk off to the door putting on my boots, I hear the chair slide and I feel his judging eyes digging holes in the back of my skull.

“Once again your conditions said nothing about teasing you, suck it up.” He scoffs. “I’ll be back around 5, don’t break any more windows while I’m gone.” I close the door before I hear any remarks once more about the incident. Though I laugh to myself, I straighten out my outfit and head down to the wonderful smells of the coffee shop. I walk slowly down the stairs looking out to the crowd that had been seated in the lounge. My managers were out by the couches talking to one of the regulars. Pull me behind the counter and relieve my coworker Meg, she looks exhausted and excuses herself. She takes what I assume is her coffee and puts away her apron and rushes out the door. I finish out what she didn’t clean and wait for anyone to come up to the counter. *Ring* though it is loud I hear the bell for the door ring.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, I need to clean the nozzle here.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.” I flinch but catch myself, so it looks like I flicked something. I turn around with the best smile I can pull off. The sleep-deprived brother of Damian, peers at me from under his hair a frown tugging on his face.

“Oh hey! You came here with detective Grayson last time. Is there anything you would like?”

“Coffee.”

“Any particular kind?”

“Anything that will keep me from sleeping on this counter.” He knocks on the surface twice.

“I Can recommend our D&D potion bottle, it’s a personal favorite of the owners.”

“Why not, how much?” He fumbles around for his pockets, I stop him.

“How about, I make get it for you, and then you pay.” He brings his hands back on the counter and nods.

“I will only be a few minutes, please make yourself comfortable.” I pull out the ingredients for our powerful concoction, the pho fried ice cream, a large potion bottle with a straw, and 20-sided dice. I place the potion bottle in front of him and the ice cream but hand him the dice. He stares at the shiny plastic unmoving.

“I would roll that.” He does what I say and lands on a nine. “Well, sir after this one you can either have another potion or chose two desserts of any kind from our display or menu.” He takes a sip from the straw rather slow; his eyes perk up a bit.

“How Much did you say this was?”

“Oh! That will be $9.23?” He pulls out the exact amount, and I put it away in the register, placing it in the compartment marked D&D.

“And I would like another one of these to go.”

“Sure, would you like it now or before you go?”

“Well now should be nice, I’m leaving in just a bit.” I pull out a cup that is relatively the same size as the potion bottle. I go to give him his cup and notice that he finished the bottle and ice cream. Confusion hits me, but I don’t stare too long to turn to clean the mess. “Have you seen Damian at all?” And there it was.

“No, not since the Gala? Did something happen?”

“There was a…disagreement so he ran out, but if you see him,” He handed me a piece of paper with a string of numbers and an email. “Tell me. That is my number and email.” He does not say anymore and walks out the door, the bell signaling his departure.

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When I got back, I told Damian what happened, he isn’t pleased and is currently pacing the floor.

“My guess is that he knows.” I sigh over my tea and stare sadly at the replaced window.

“No doubt.”

“You know I was rather hoping not to be having another visit from the Batman. What will happen when they find out that I know about the caped crusader thing.”

“He’ll either force into secrecy, turn you into a child crusader, or confine you to the manor.”

“So in other words no privacy.”

“None.”

“As lovely as that would be you told me this was temporary, so why can’t you go back?”

“At the Gala I was supposed to keep you entertained at the table so that we could trap you into to talking about those journals.” I knew it.

“So, you lied to me.” I look at him, faking shock and betrayal.

“It was for the sake of the investigation; I didn’t think that I would end up-.” He examines my expression and face palms. “What’s wrong with you.”

“I like to call it “I laugh in the face of danger” Syndrome, in a moment of despair I crave comedy.”

“You're worse than Grayson.”

“I like him, so I’ll let this one slide.” I sip the warm liquid feeling soothed at the pumpkin spice. “What are you going to do now?” Nightmare jumps on the table noticing my concern and waiting for his answer from me. He walks to the corner where he put his bag then went to the closet pulling out my suitcase. He then grabs his outfit Robin outfit from the coat rack and his other materials. “Get packed, we’re leaving. I’ll grab Nightmare’s things gab whatever you need. And I mean need, don’t pick it up unless it’s necessary.”

“What? I can’t just leave, what about my job? School?!” He Pulls out my backpack and puts some food in it. “Damian!”

“Just trust me, I’ll take care of it! I don’t want you tangled up in my family’s nonsense.” He looks at me something odd swirling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Fine,” I grab my suitcase and pack my box and my compiece which hasn’t gotten back to me on its progress. I throw a few sets of clothes. I open the box to make sure the journals, the scales, and everything else, then I hide it under the clothing and my laptop in the front pocket. I thank myself for making sure to get a suitcase that has a double use as a backpack. In the living room, Damian is all packed the bag is strapped across his chest and he’s holding Nightmare.

“Let’s go.” He hands me Nightmare and pulls me to the balcony. He pulls out and belts with a ring pultruded out on one side swiftly put it around me connecting the loop to his belt. “Hold on tight, and don’t let go till I tell you.” I Sling an arm around him and grip on to Nightmare, he doesn’t hesitate and shoots across the balcony with his grappling gun. I screw my eyes shut. And wait to stop, my heart beats wildly in my chest Nightmare begins purring maybe in hopes to soothe me. I feel something wrong, but it would mean I was away from the Crows. I’m running again, even if it’s not me who chose this it still feels wrong. Because in the direction he’s going it seems that we were leaving Gotham. And for some reason, I feel like it would be a while before I returned.

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[gungoo4lifer]

11/06

It was just a normal day. Just like the others.

He opened his eyes caused by the blonde's shouting for him to wake up, probably coming from the kitchen. Of course the other always cooked the breakfasts for both of them. Gun sucked at cooking.

However, when the cooking was done, the blonde one remained silent the whole breakfast. A rare sight, despite all the food on his mouth, his mouth would never stop talking, even at breakfast. So why was he so silent today?

"Someone is silent today." Gun breaks the silence.

Goo shrugs, chewing the pancake in his mouth. "Meh. I just have nothing to say today."

One eyebrow raised, Gun chuckles as if it sounds so ridiculous, hilarious, even. "Nothing to say? That's not something you'd say. Upset with me again?"

"Nope, seriously."

The raven haired guy pauses before glancing down at his phone, to clarify something in his mind. "It's not a special day either, is it? Did I forget the opening day of the movie we were supposed to go?"

He can't help but laugh, "You thought you forgot it?"

"Well, judging from your silence, i did. You being silent is.. a rare sight, you know."

The blonde agrees, staring down at his pancakes. ".. I know."

"If something is wrong.. just.. say it already." An attempt to comfort. He wasn't even good at comforting people, damn it.

He rolls his eyes, filling his mouth with pancakes. "Ahh, shut up, damn it! Let me enjoy these pancakes in silence, I'm a grown man, why would I be sad out of nowhere? I'm alright." His lips curves into a smirk.

Gun doesn't believes that smirk in the slightest.

—--

"You sure you're not upset with me?" Gun asks out of the blue, to the man's head lying on his lap. His hair felt utterly soft on his hand, just as always.

"Mhm." Goo replies with a hum, eyes still close.

Guns hand travels down from his hair to his face, stroking his cheek. "Come onnn, i can tell that you're upset. What's the matter, dear?"

The dear card again. Gun's aware that the blonde he loved can't handle it. The nicknames thingy all started with a mock, both of them couldn't tell if they were still mocking or not, though.

Hell, they weren't even officially together as a couple, damn it. But still.. both of them .. enjoyed those moments of theirs. It was.. calm, comforting. Friends don't call each other affectionate nicknames like these, do they? Once again, they couldn't tell.

That's why Goo admits it, finally.

"Well.. you did forget something, actually."

Gun raises one of his eyebrows, his hand still slowly stroking his cheek. "And that is?"

"..my birthday. Today's my birthday, Gun."

Gun pauses. His hand pauses, too.. "Oh.." he hums with a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me about it earlier i.. forgot. I was really busy today, you know."

Goo laughs. "Why are you even apologizing, dumbass? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" He says, getting into a sitting position, not a second after, he finds himself in Gun's arms, head resting on his shoulder.

".. I know how sensitive you are with birthdays, Goo.." Gun coos, stroking Goo's back hair. "..happy birthday. I may have forgot it but- the day isn't over yet, is it? We still have three hours left."

Goo's lips curves into a faint smile.

Of course he was sensitive about birthdays. Obviously. He never really celebrated his birthdays in his childhood. Friends to celebrate birthdays with? Please, that's ridiculous. Every other child was scared of him and his.. 'odd' attitude.

It didn't stop in his teenage years either, everyone was still intimidated by his presence, let alone daring to celebrate his birthday.

Even his family. In their eyes, he was nothing but a disgrace anyway.

But.. it all changed once he met Gun.

Someone celebrated his birthday for the first time in many years. It's not a big deal if he forgot it for just once, he's not that vulnerable..

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"Happy birthday, Goo." Gun calls out. The floor he was sitting on felt utterly cold, so did his back lying against the wall. His body. It felt cold.

"..You remembered my birthday?"

"Yeah." He confirms, gaze on the floor. "..i set it as my password."

Goo slightly tilts his head, looking down at the man in front of him. "Why would you do something like that?"

"I knew a guy who became vulnerable when it came to birthdays."

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"No, no. I'm serious. It was someone i used to be really close with." Gun still doesn't move off his gaze from the floor.

"..that doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"It's the truth. I'm telling you this because he told me when his birthday was. And i forgot it. Just once."

"Why does that even matter?" Asks Goo, one eyebrow raised.

"That's the problem. Out of every single person he knew, he only told me his birthday. He didn't really tell anyone about his birthday. No one else even celebrated it anyway, including his family he used to have." Gun's voice is cold. It doesn't has a single emotion in it.

"I kinda get that."

"Yeah. But since the day he told me, he saw his birthdays as an important thing for the first time. And. And i forgot it." Gun's obsidian eyes were as if they were glued to the floor. They just couldn't look up.

"Come on now.. it doesn't matter now."

Gun pauses a several second before answering with a low tone, ".. I didn't think that it was big deal back then. But it meant a lot to him."

"Oh.."

"It's alright." Gun's body feels colder. "..Ever since, i kept his birthday as my password for the past years.".

"It was that long ago?" He asks.

"I promised him. I promised that I would never forget it again, even if we separated ways, even if we never talked again, i would always remember 6 november."

Goo places his hand on top of his. Gun doesn't feels it. "I'm.. glad that you remembered my birthday.. I'm sorry for acting like that after you forgot."

Gun remains silent. His face expression still remains emotionless.

"Its okay.. I.." He finally moves off his gaze from the floor to his beloved, making eye contact with him. ".. I wish you were still here with me. I wish this wasn't just an imaginary conversation, Goo."

Goo's lips slightly quivers. "Do.. do you really still think about me?"

"A lot. I still keep all the stuff you bought me. All the letters you sent."

"Oh.."

"I read them whenever i.. i feel.. odd. Isn't that so dumb?"

"What's so dumb about that?"

Gun's eyebrows knits, his eyes narrows, gazing deep into Goo's non existent presence, gazing into the eyes that didn't even exist. "how.. how can someone can just come and go in your life and leave behind letters, gifts and a birthday?"

Gun strokes Goo's non-existent hands in those hands of his, before Goo asks, "Why do you even keep all of that?"

"How the hell am I supposed to remember you without thinking of when it all started going wrong? You're not even really here, Goo."

"..."

"We'll never have this conversation."

"..."

"I have so much I want to admit to you."

Goo looks away. "Is.. is my birthday still your password?"

"Of course. Of course it is."

"..."

"..i love you too. I'm sorry I couldn't say it back then."

Goo's presence disappears, slowly fading away into the point that he was no longer there. Gun's hands felt empty. Just like his heart.

"..I hope you're doing well up there."

#lookism #goo kim #gungoo #gun park #googun #park jonggun #gun x goo #lookism fic #tbh i was giggligm tje whole time writing this #i love making gun suffer #sorry not sorry #rip goo kim #he'll continue living in our hearts ig #if i cant be happy then no one else can RRAAHHH