#everything was quiet and comforting nature spoke in a muffled voice

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I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…

Yandere! Devil x Reader

You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.

Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster

Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.

What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.

You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.

The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?

Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.

You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.

You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?

You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.

Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.

The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.

An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.

Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.

Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.

You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #devil x human #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #monster x reader #monster x human #monster smut #monster romance #horror #tw religious themes #the first omen #demon x reader #demon x human #terato

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Saw you asking for Vendetta!Leon and I'm also madly in love with him so here we go!

Vendetta!Leon with a shy and sweet reader who's always there for him and one night he finds out despite her bubbly nature she's actually struggling too with past things she never talks about?

If this is too specific I understand! Simply Leon with a sweet reader would be fine. <3

Leon S Kennedy - Sunshine

The way I dropped everything to write this. The grumpy / sunshine troupe is one of my favorites. Anyway!!! This is my first time writing something resembling hurt / comfort & i really hope you enjoy it.

minor cw for implied past abuse.

Leon Kennedy was a stormcloud, a man so grey and rainy he could ruin anyone’s mood. Despite that he was a damn good agent, respected by all of his peers for the amount of successful missions he had pulled off on his own. And that’s how he preferred to be in his day to day life, alone. It was the only way he could keep from getting hurt, from getting those around him hurt. 

Until you came along, a ray of sunshine through the storm. He’d always remember the first time he saw that sweet smile of yours. Leon was halfway through his second bottle when you approached his corner table. Shy and sweet, you could barely keep eye contact with him as you spoke, looking back to the gaggle of friends that had encouraged you to approach the handsome man in the corner you had been ogling all night. No matter where you looked though, that smile never faded from your pretty lips. 

 It doesn’t matter how bad of a mood he’s in or how deep into a bottle of Jack he’s found himself, there’s always a soft spot in his heart for that bright smile you seem to have permanently etched into your face. Despite the fact that he knows better, that it was the same smile you gave to the whole world, Leon convinced himself that it was only for him.

Unbeknownst to him though it wasn’t the same one you gave to the world. It was indeed a genuine smile you crafted just for him. Or better yet a series of them, tailored to every specific situation that you may have needed them for and given only to him. He wasn’t the easiest man to deal with, but every time you offered him a comforting word, a sweet favor or even just the smallest of loving glances he seemed to soften for you. To show you a glimpse of a man that existed before the horrors of the world tore that hope away from him.

But you knew as well as anyone that trauma could do that to a person.

You knew he needed someone to keep him grounded, to remind him that there was always sunshine after the storm. You were determined to never let him see that smile fall. 

And you almost succeeded.

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The apartment was quiet, but Leon knew you were home due to the fact your car was parked out front. He was home early for once from whatever god forsaken mission he had been sent on this time and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball next to you. Figuring you were napping, he crept through the hallway as quietly as he could in order to avoid waking you. 

But the sounds behind the bedroom door stopped him in his tracks. Heavy breathing partnered with choked sobs and the muffled sound of an angry voice on the other line of a cell phone. 

“You’re not supposed to have this number. I made sure of that.” Your voice is cracking, trembling on the other side of the door. “How did you get this number?” 

He’s caught off guard by the fear in your voice, and not waiting a moment longer, he’s pulled open the bedroom door. Just in time for your cellphone to whizz past his head, exploding into pieces as it collides with the wall. 

“Leon?” Your first instinct is to hide your face away from him, hands flying to cover your face  so that he couldn’t see the tears staining your cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You hadn’t expected him to be home so soon, but you also hadn’t expected the angry phone call from your ex-boyfriend either. Realizing your facade was over, you could do nothing more than pull your knees to your chest and sob into your hands.

“Sunshine, no no no. I’m here.” his voice is soft, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into a firm hug, moving your face from your hands into his chest. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were the one that was supposed to comfort him, not the other way around.

“You shouldn’t have to see this.” You choke out, words muffled into his jacket.  

He sighs, one hand moving to smooth over the hair on the back of your head as he shakes his own. “I’m not leaving you like this.” he said softly. It was his chance to return the favor for everything you had done for him. 

And that was all it took to open the floodgates, letting the emotions of what had just happened spill out through your eyes as he rocked you in his arms, cooing sweet words into your ear as he did so. He didn’t ask you to tell him what was wrong, part of him not wanting to know what it was that could cause your sweet demeanor to falter and the other part knowing that if he knew he’d make an impulsive decision. 

Instead he let you cry, because you needed to.

And because he knew despite everything, there’d still be sunshine after the storm.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy fic #tea writes things

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Bring Me to Life (Yan!Eren Yeager x Reader)

Hello it's Cherub! It took me a bit to write this chapter but thats bc I am lazy but i am soooo hoping I can write more frequently. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this if this fic happened to be your cup of tea, sorry if things are moving slow but i pinky promise its gonna pick up!

Warnings - Death being briefly mentioned

Spoilers - NOT A SPOILER FREE FIC

Description - Eren finally realizes he's reliving the exact day he loses everything and develops the desire to wipe out all of the titans, but what happens when his focus shifts to you? You now become his purpose and reason to fight.

Tag(s)- @dreamsarenicer

Words - 5K

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“Can you see the future?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in hopes it would make him look like he was asking an innocent and silly little question all kids must ask at some point. 

It wasn’t. To Grisha, it felt like Eren knew something he didn’t and wanted to torment him even further than he has already, this was another stab in the heart from his future self.

All the man could do was force a chuckle followed up with “why do you ask such a silly question?” He was beyond nervous, while no one would believe Eren, it was terrifying enough that he knew something, even if it was the tiniest detail. It was more than enough for Grisha. His young son was practically tormenting him with such a question. 

Eren looks up at him with empty green eyes, thinking of how he’s going to word this next. He knows what his father is seeing, he was there while it happened the first time. 

“I know,” Eren started off, “I know what I am doing, I know what I’ve done.” His words were no longer spoken like a little boy’s, neither a man's, but someone who has guilt transcending lifetimes hovering over him at all times, worrying Grisha even more. What has he done? 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You do, and I need to tell someone about this otherwise I won’t know how to go on. Again.” 

“Again?”

Eren nods slowly, placing his hand out. 

“You’re going to go on your trip and you’re going to give me the key.”

Grisha’s eyes widened, the Eren he spoke with was an Eren that knew a lot more than he anticipated. He was practically being commanded by his own son. 

Eren still kept those empty green eyes locked on Grisha’s own eyes, reading him as best as he could. He may not have been intelligent compared to Armin or naturally strong like Mikasa, but he was able to read facial expressions, he was observant.

“Why? Why do you need the key and what are you trying to tell me.” Grisha hesitated, he knew what Eren was capable of even at this age, he didn’t want to question him of all people. But he needed to know, what was it he needed?

“I need everything to happen the way it’s supposed to. I need the future I was a part of to happen again, you’re unable to understand that because you grew comfortable too fast. Did you really think your past wouldn’t catch up to you?” His pupils began to dilate, memories of Carla’s death alongside yours flooded his brain, causing adrenaline to flow through him. He felt it all happen again. He didn’t want to keep answering Grisha’s pointless questions, he wanted the key, he needed him to leave, and he needed someone to know that he was here. 

Grisha was truly haunted in this moment, not by his past but by his son – or the ghost of him that is. Was this him failing as a father at this moment? 

His hands shook as he reached for his own throat, grabbing the wire that wrapped around it. After a second of hesitating and overthinking what he was doing he finally did it. He gave up his basement key and gave it to his son. 

“Now go.” He commanded, “go do what you have to do.” 

This was someone who truly knew what Grisha’s final purpose was. And that was to carry out Eren’s goal, always as planned.

Eren laid his head to rest, hearing the muffled voices of his mother and father, he thought of how much he was gonna miss them and the quiet moments like these. He truly didn’t want to see them goal but he’s so certain that his end goal is to save you, and he was more than happy to put you above himself. 

He heard the door close and now everything has been set into motion. All he had to do was be patient. This made him feel a sense of dread, eventually his life will end abruptly and another will begin. His poor, poor mother. He actually felt sick to his stomach now, but he didn’t want to see his mother for comfort. He didn’t want to get too attached to her; there was no way in Hell he’d be able to save her. Things happen for a reason, him coming back a second time for example.

 He was there for a reason, but not to save her. 

He decided to shut his eyes so tomorrow can come faster, then he’d get to see you again. This makes it all worthwhile, seeing your genuine smile and ignorance of how cruel the world truly was worth it for him. 

Then as he was dozing off into a deep sleep after an exhausting life he heard the door open, they were quiet footsteps but not light enough for him not to hear, it was his mothers. 

“I know you’re asleep but I love you.” She whispered, “and tomorrow I’ll make you a wonderful breakfast since you didn’t eat dinner.” She placed a small kiss on his forehead. 

His heart dropped, his skin felt cold, the feelings from earlier were returning but he tried so hard to keep still. Enough for him to not catch her attention. 

He waited till she left the room before he bursted out into sobs, he didn’t want to do this but it was the only way. He had no choice, was there any choice? Of course he was a normal child and not a titan shifter so he couldn’t really weigh out his choices. 

“Mom… I’m so sorry mom…” He whispered to himself between sobs. He was horrible for these actions. 

But you were an end goal he was going to achieve. It had to have been done. 

He truly felt like he was the Devil, turning his own mother into a martyr? What an awful action. 

But after years of little to no sleep in uncomfortable places he finally slept, with tears still coming out of his eyes and his breath shakier than normal. He slept comfortably. 

Everything felt warm like he was supposed to be there and when he opened up his eyes, he wasn’t in his bed. He was somewhere completely different, he was in a forest, with his back against a gigantic tree, everything felt confusing. The sunlight was shining above him and there he saw you standing in the middle of a field of your favorite flowers. This was a dream of course but it felt too much to be a dream. 

He got up and practically ran towards you, you were older. This is how you looked when you died, this was the last version of you he saw. You were in your black uniform, you looked at peace, simply staring at the sky. Eren aged as well, he was also the last version of himself. 

You turned to him, “Eren…” you sighed and gave him such a warm smile.

“(Y/N)...” was all Eren said in return, he’s always happy to see you again.

“You have to let me die, Eren.” 

He felt disgusted with your choice of words, how could you say that? How could he think of you saying these things? 

“You can’t keep clinging on like this, this will only make you worse.” 

Before he could fight against you and your sickening words, he woke up. He was shaking and sweating, how dare you say that? 

He had to find you and make sure you were okay. He will never ever let you go again,

He rushed out of the bed and quickly his own house, only shouting goodbyes to his mother while she got the table ready for the day. He will simply eat whatever is at your house or he will have lunch. Breakfast wasn’t on his mind right now, you you you you only you. That was all that was going through his head. 

He needed to find you again, he was desperate. Due to it being early you were at home, finding you was the easiest thing he could ever do. You didn’t live too far from his house, four or five houses down and there yours stood. 

He frantically knocked on your door till someone answered, it was your mother. 

“Yes?” She looked down at him, confused as to why one of your friends was looking for you so early in the day. The sun was only out for about three or four hours now, she felt like he didn’t need to be so frantic over you at this hour and the simple fact that he sees you at every given moment. It was like Eren never knew what space was, a very obvious crush on his end but she never pushed you for any details about it. You were both young anyway.

“Is (Y/N) awake Mrs. (L/N)?” He asked, practically shouting it. 

She flinched at his volume, “No need to be so loud kid… Yes (Y/N) is up.” Your mom was a lot more different than his. She was a lot more casual with strangers compared to his mom who was more polite and soft spoken. 

“Can (Y/N) come down to play with me?” He tried his best to force a smile despite all the stress he’s been under since yesterday. 

“Sure,” She said as she turned around, “(Y/N)! Your friend is here to see you!” She screamed into her quiet home. 

Footsteps began to boom down the hall, there you were excited to see him. Maybe you had a crush on him too. Again not her business and she didn’t care for the most part. 

“Eren!” You ran to him, “what brought you here so early?!” Your smile meant everything to him. How he wanted to keep you smiling like this for the rest of his days, he would devote himself to keeping you happy like this. 

“Just wanted to see you, that's all!” He cheered, “c’mon let’s go I don’t wanna waste time.” He added, he truly didn’t know how much time you two had left. Anything was possible in this timeline, and he didn’t appreciate that. 

He gestured to you to follow him and you did just that. You followed him to his favorite tree so you two can sit and enjoy the early morning sun. He wishes you could follow him everywhere, he’d take you all over the world if it meant you’d follow him.

“You seem to be doing better than yesterday.” You congratulated him, you were worried and even a bit scared by his behavior yesterday. That was unlike him and you thought maybe he had a secret second personality or had hit his head and got a concussion, but he appeared to be in better shape thankfully. 

“Yeah, I always have been, you know?” He said.

You chuckled at his response, “absolutely not, you were going crazy yesterday! No one had seen you like that.”

Well yeah, he did die, watch you die, watch almost everyone in his life die, just for him to come back into a world where none of that happened. It was strange, scary, and stressful all at once. He would think to himself. He was definitely going crazy. 

“Was not.” He grumbled, still trying to convince himself and everyone else that he was fine. He wanted to be his old self more than anything. He was so angry and so ignorant, now he’s simply angry. 

“You were definitely crazy, haha.” You reminded him once again. 

Eren chooses not to respond and only watches you play with the grass below you, you twist it into little knots and throw it back on the ground. 

More silence passes and Eren still watches you, you’re so focused with your own thoughts and your grass. But you know, you know he’s watching you. It makes you truly wonder what had happened to him. One day he’s loud and almost annoying in an endearing way; now he’s silent and only watches the world around him. You can tell there’s something wrong but he won’t say anything. 

“I have to tell you something.” He finally speaks. 

You were dying for this moment. 

“Yeah, what do you wanna tell me?” You begin to nervously play with the grass, maybe you can finally find out what it is that’s been bothering him for the past day. 

Eren sighs, preparing to break horrible news to you. Hoping you’d believe him.

“The world is going to go to shit soon and I really want you to be prepared.” He said. He didn’t mean being prepared by having food and water but being prepared emotionally. You were about to lose everything you knew. 

You burst out laughing nervously, “what?! What are you talking about?!” You yell, he’s starting to worry you even more now. Your friend of a year or so suddenly acts strange on a random day and proceeds to tell you things are going to end soon. You were scared and wanted to believe he was wrong. 

“It’s not funny!” He screamed, “I’m trying to prepare you and you’re not listening!” Moments such as these were the only times you saw the Eren you always saw and not the one who has just been watching the world carefully as if something was going to happen at any given moment. You didn’t enjoy the sudden change in him, but you were willing to accept it. 

“You need to relax.” You inhale after laughing so hard, you simpy didn’t know how to react and you felt a bit guilty for laughing at something he seemed to believe so hard in. 

“No, I can't relax, (Y/N).” He grumbled, he was unhappy with your reaction but he knows that you won’t understand it well nor understand him. 

“Yes you can, let’s just go find the others and maybe not talk about the world ending, we’ve been at peace for hundreds of years, we’re fine. You’re fine.”

He wishes you were right. He wanted to be fine more than anything, he wished for safety and comfort, he wished he could just have a normal life with you. The one he promised the both of you all those years ago. 

“No, you have to listen to me. Everything is gonna take a turn for the worse. You NEED to listen to me.” 

“Eren, you’re scaring me.” You said as you were getting up. 

He wanted to pull you back to the ground so much, but he didn’t. He didn’t get up to follow you, he didn’t want to scare you even more. He just wishes you’d listen to his warnings. 

As you were walking away you slightly resembled the version of you he saw in his dream, just younger of course. Would ten year old you wish to die as well? Would you ask him personally to let you die? The further you walked away the more dread he felt, as though you were going to die right this second.

All these possibilities and none of it made him feel better. 

He finally gets up to chase after you, “Wait!” 

You turn around, preparing yourself to hear more insanity. 

“Just… Just stay safe. Be careful.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath. 

“Okay, I’ll be safe, Eren. I suggest you do too, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, trust me, I’m more worried than anything.” 

You walked away from him finally, you felt guilty for not hearing him out but why would you? You didn’t want to think about losing your family as well as the only world you knew, especially not to titans or a plague. Whatever the cause of the world ending was, it was something you didn’t want to hear about or prepare for. All you can do is hope he gets the help he needs currently, something is clearly eating him up. 

There was, but you didn’t know that yet. Eren didn’t want you to know that either. At this point you would be better off not knowing and simply finding out for yourself, not to prove that he was right but because he wanted you to experience it first hand again. He wanted you to see how cruel and unjust the world was to people like you. All at the expense you lose your whole world of course, but everyone lost something close to them that day right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have been as passionate as you once were. 

These things happen for a reason, he thought to himself. 

He wanted you to be the same (Y/N) he watched grow into a marvelous person, the one he fell in love with at sixteen. There were some things he wasn’t going to interfere with, the loss of your family and his own mother was one of these things. He simply wanted you to survive, and he will interfere with your life because he knows it's what’s good for you.

He was willing to throw down whoever to achieve his goals, he has and will do it again. Even earlier in his life. He truly believes you’d appreciate all the work he’s going to put into keeping you on this Earth. Even if his subconscious is telling you otherwise. 

After some thinking about how he was going to do this in the next upcoming years he decided to walk home, he was starving. He hasn’t eaten good food in a long long time. While the food was poor quality given the living situation for everyone in Shiganshina, it was a home cooked meal made by his mother and he loved it. He will surely savor these last few moments with his mother. 

In a matter of time he made it home, seeing smoke rise from the home's chimney. She either was still preparing breakfast or just finished making it. He’s certain there’s still some of what she made for breakfast ready for him. 

He opened the door to Carla and Mikasa sitting at the table, it was oatmeal with bread on the side; it must have been bought the night before or Carla wanted to get rid of it before it molded and became a waste of money. 

“Where have you been?!” She scolded him before he could even greet her, “all because it’s just me at home doesn’t mean you can just leave like that. Anything could have happened to you.” 

“I went to see (Y/N)...” He pouted, he hopes that he believes her. He had no reason to lie, but he knows sometimes people may think the worst of things when they’re worried. 

She glares at him, as much as she didn’t like being mad at her one and only son, him being hard headed and insisting he does his own thing without consulting her didn’t help her one bit. She wasn’t furious with him but she wanted him to know that he couldn't do whatever he wanted. That's how you raise terrible people after all, if you don’t show them that they had to abide by basic rules they could become terrible people. Her son wasn’t meant to be a terrible man. 

“You cannot run out of the house without telling me at least, you’re only a boy. Anything could happen to you.” She sighed while placing a hand on his head. She truly can’t stay mad at her boy. 

“Even if it’s to see (Y/N)?” He asked. 

“Yes, even to see (Y/N). You have to ask next time. Besides, what made you wanna leave so urgently?” 

“Had a nightmare that something happened to them.” He frowned, seeing you at nineteen years old asking you to be left as dead was a tragedy and he had to make sure that you were okay, that’s how he saw it at least.

“What was the dream about?” Mikasa asked from the table, still enjoying her oatmeal. 

“They died.” Another thing that wasn’t far from the truth.

“Oh.” Her jaw slightly dropped, she didn’t ask for any details beyond that. Death was a sensitive topic for her and wouldn’t want to think about a close friend of hers dying. She can’t handle another loss. 

“Yeah, anyways is there any breakfast left for me?” Eren said, it was a perfect chance to change the subject. He walked into the kitchen which was also the dining room. 

“Yes of course, and you have to apologize to me Eren. I don’t want you scaring me like that ever again.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked at his mothers soft expression, she truly was worried about her baby. He looked down afterwards because the tears were threatening to spill out again.

 No matter how much he pissed her off she wore that soft expression amazingly. She was truly a gentle woman, loud but gentle. He will make sure to appreciate this face more than he did last time. He will never allow himself to forget it.

She walked over to him and gave him a hug, “but you’re not getting off that easily, you’ll be doing garden work today while me and Mikasa read for a few hours, we found a book we thought we’d enjoy together.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “what?!” He truly thought his reasoning was kind and noble enough to escape any form of punishment. That soft face tricked him once again like it used to. 

“Oh it won’t be so bad, now eat up so you don’t pass out, your father is in another district currently so we have no way to reach a reliable doctor if that does happen.”

“Yes mom…” He grumbled. 

One thing he didn’t miss was his mothers scolding and punishments. He hated the consequences of his actions, a lot like all children his age. 

As he stepped outside he enjoyed the silence one last time, this would probably be one of the last days of his life where he will find peace. It felt bitter, it felt angry, he wanted to rip the flowers out of his mothers beloved garden and scream! He was almost ashamed of himself, but he had to keep moving forward. He had to for you. No amount of shame or sorrow he felt for anything he’s done will stop him from preventing your death. 

He sat in the grass, he had some time to kill before he had to go to work, he wanted to enjoy this. He wanted to breathe in the fresh air, the air smelled like pollen. It was summer. He was as free as possible in those moments. If he had to die again he could only wish he could come back to this day for the rest of eternity. Maybe next time instead of crying like a crazy person he would try to hold your hand instead. 

He looked up at the sky and something didn’t feel right, all the birds were headed in the same direction, but everyone knows that birds don’t do that till the end of fall. 

“Shit. Was today really the day? It can’t be.” He began to tremble, maybe it was a storm on the way but he knew the truth. 

He heard a loud boom. Stones were raining from the sky, today was the day. The start of it all. 

“No no no no.” He ran back into his house, Carla and Mikasa were frozen in their tracks. They heard it too, everyone heard it. 

“We have to go!” Eren grabbed Mikasa.

“Eren what is going on?” Carla screamed to him, they could barely hear each other over the screams and crashed outside. 

Eren wrapped the scarf around Mikasa’s neck and grabbed her hand, he can’t do this. He didn’t want to do this. 

“Titans are breaching the walls mom.”

“What?!” 

He pulled Mikasa, he just wanted to get the hard part over with. He needed her to die, it was the only way. 

“We all have to get out of here.” He said as he opened the door. 

One titan, two titans, then three, they’re starting to grow in numbers. He needed to escape as fast as possible.

“Where are we gonna go?” Mikasa said while following Eren outside. 

Carla was falling behind, her legs were going weak from fear. It wasn’t flight or fight at this point, her body just wanted to give up and die. 

“Mom, you have to hurry!” Eren shouted, even though she had to die he still wanted to do everything in his power to fight for her. A part of him wanted Carla to live, would his plan work out? Would he still join the Survey Corps? He didn’t wanna stray away from saving your life so he will have to sacrifice others life to achieve it. 

“I’m trying to catch up, just keep running.” 

Was this simply fate forcing her to die? Was she never gonna make it no matter the universe? Though Eren needed her to die here, he still wishes that she lives in every other universe, she has to! 

More debris came falling from the sky, a stone falling on top of the house he grew up in. Carla was barely getting out the door. Eren and Mikasa are only a couple feet ahead of her, the distance made such a drastic difference, that could have been them and Eren’s attempt at a second life would have all been for nothing. He never considered how close he was to dying besides that one time where he was swallowed whole by a titan. 

“Mom!” He screamed. He truly was reliving the same sense of horror and grief the way he originally did in his first life.  It felt terrible, it felt ugly, he felt ugly. He was the monster who somehow caused this to happen yet he was so unaware before. Was he innocent then or does that make him as evil as it did now? 

“Eren! Mikasa! Get out of here!” She screamed, the pain she was feeling was unimaginable. Luckily due to the rush of adrenaline she didn’t feel as much as she should be feeling. That gave Eren peace of mind. 

He even had a rush himself, but it was too much for his body; it caused him to freeze in place. He wanted to fight for her more than anything, but he had to weigh his chances for once. This was a fight he could not win, a fight he was never destined to win because a version of him was pulling down that scale to the depths of Hell. 

“We can’t leave your mother.” Mikasa said, rushing over to whatever was left of his childhood home. The only home he’d ever known. 

“Wait!” Eren chased after her. 

They began to attempt to remove the rubble off of her body but with the roof weighing her down it was near impossible to get her out. 

Hannes ran up behind them, “what the hell are you two doing?!” He said as he quickly realizes their attempts are not being wasted on a dead woman but rather one that was alive. He was heartbroken to see it was Carla who got caught in the midst of this. 

“You have to take them Hannes, please!” Carla shouted. 

“No. You’re not taking us!” Eren said, he wasn’t going to give up. It’d eat him alive otherwise

The smiling titan nears his home, Hannes try to step up to it and fails, deciding to snatch up Eren and Mikasa and run away. 

He could bite, kick, and scream all he wanted but deep inside he already knew. But this only fueled his urge to have a grief fueled tantrum even more. Knowing but feeling like a powerless pig at the slaughterhouse angered him more than anything. Regardless of all of this, this only made him certain that his destiny now was to protect you. 

He saw the way that titan carelessly ate his mother and imagined the way she hurt in her final moments. 

It made him wonder, were you scared moments before your face was blown into pieces? What did you think of? Did you think of him? Most importantly, were you in any pain? 

He eventually made it to the last escape boat and caught sight of you and Armin, you look so scared. This invoked an emotion he’s never felt before in either lifetime. 

“Y/N!” He screamed and frantically waved his hands, you looked up at him like he was your savior. You actually felt happy to see Eren despite how weird he’s been acting these past few days. 

“Eren!” You shouted in return. 

He finally dashed up to where you and Armin were, it seemed that the only remaining adult in any of the children's lives was Armin's grandfather. You lost everyone you knew, you felt so alone in the world but seeing your friends; you felt somewhat safe despite the bloodshed you witnessed. 

“How are you feeling?” Eren pulled you to the side, where the others couldn’t hear you. 

“Scared and sick.” Was all that could leave your mouth, you didn’t know what else there was to say, your family got trampled by titans and you were the only survivor of your family. You had no clue how to go on in life, especially this young and helpless. 

Eren was determined to be your savior however, he wanted to save you from this dark place. He was gonna make sure you were never gonna be afraid of the world ever again.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna kill them all.” He hugged you, you surely needed one. After all, now all you had was Eren right? 

As long as you had him you would never be put in harm's way ever again, this was the promise he will carry out for you. Even if it meant putting the entire world down once again. 

He knew what he was going to do from here on out. He was going to wipe out all the titans and humanity. Because he knew who truly killed your family and everyone else's.

He was going to be your hero.

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#attack on titan #eren x reader #eren yeager #yandere eren x reader #yandere #tw yandere #x reader #self insert #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #self ship #self shipping

[dreamcorechild]

What if 2 of the quadruplets Aizetsu and Sekido gets a horrible stomach bug and Karaku and Urogi takes care of the 2 but it takes a while for them both get feel better

Karaku: TAKE THE MEDICINE YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!!!

[Shoves the medicine down Sekido's throat]

Sekido: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Urogi: HERE'S YOUR BIG PILL BIG BROTHER. NOW OPEN WIDE SO I CAN SHOVE IT ALL IN YA!!!!

[shoves]

Sekido: KJEWIBFEIBFIABIFBIAUWEBIUWBIFUBWIUBFWIUBFEUIWFIUBWIUBWFEIBW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aizetsu: I would rather see an actual doctor...

just kidding. That didnt really happen.

"Arrgghhh….." Sekido groan in pain of discomfort.. He was sick with a fever.. But instead of staying bed bound at his home alone. He chose to come out with his brother and go for a walk outside to get some fresh air. Maybe get a breathe of nature to ease the pain inside.. But no one knew what he was suffering from.

"W..Why must I be ssssiiicccckkk…" He groan as his voice was muffled with pain.

Aizetsu, felt the same way as Sekido. He was also sick with fever.. But he too was not resting.. Despite his sickly appearance and voice.. Aizetsu was walking with his brothers. He was very quiet.. He kept most of his thoughts to himself. He didn't want to disturb anyone with his own problems.. He'd rather just pretend like everything was fine and well.. If only that was true.

Karaku looked at Sekido and Aizetsu's condition with distress. He sighed with pity as he pulled out his Uchiwa fan from his back. He smiled at his brothers gently

"Now don't worry brothers. I know how to deal with this. Please stay still. I'll take care of you."

Aizetsu stood still.. He felt weak.. So weak that he couldn't help but lean onto his brothers for support. He wasn't used to feeling so feeble.. He felt embarrassed about not being able to rely on himself like this.. The brothers he loved so much.. He wanted to show his appreciation.. But he couldn't. He just stood in front of them.. Weak.. In the state of helplessness. He felt ashamed yet so grateful.

"Arrgghhh…I'm dyingggg…" Sekido muttered to himself with a cough and groan from discomfort. He was also sick as well and his body felt weak and tired with every minute that passes by. There were droplets of sweat dropping on his forehead. His throat seems sore with each swallow he take and his lungs was burning. He could barely utter words. And he had a terrible fever with a burning sensation spreading throughout his body.

Karaku took both his brothers to one of the many secluded glades. He sat his brothers down gently on the tall grass, making sure they were nice and comfortable.

Karaku took out his bottle of "Kawarizuke" (A magical elixir made from a herb known as "Kawariku" in Japanese. The herb was supposed to possess curative powers in restoring both physical and spiritual health as well as strengthening the immune system.)

"Drink this, it will make you feel better."

He urged his brothers warmly.

"Arrgghh.. I don't want it. I don't need it. I can't drink…" Sekido groaned as his body trembled in discomfort and pain. His head was pounding with a severe headache and a runny nose. His whole body was so sensitive to the touch.. It would make him cry in painful. The feverish and burning sensation on his body was intolerable and unpleasant as well.

"I'm dyingggg. This is it…" He grunted with a groan.

Urogi and Karaku were both concerned for their older brother. They were both worried for him.. Karaku took the bottle of healing elixir from his bag.. He showed both concern and care as he gave the bottle over to Sekido

"Come on brother.. You will drink this and get better." Urogi spoke out and put his wings over Sekido.. Sekido looked too weak and sick to even hold a bottle of liquid on his own. He was breathing heavily and coughing often.

Aizetsu stared at his two brothers from below. He watched Karaku take out his healing elixir and handed it over to Sekido. He watched in silence, observing his brothers. He thought about their good old times.. His body seemed so numb to the sensation.. He felt so weak.. So weak that he couldn't even move himself from his brother's back. He just stared at his brothers.. In a state of calm and peace.. His lips quivered as he tried to speak.. But could not.

Urogi held Sekido's jaw. He forced open his mouth and managed to pour the entire contents of the bottle down his throat. It was quite a rough procedure.. But at least, this medicine would finally go inside Sekido's body.. Hopefully it would help him recover.

Urogi stroked Sekido's cheek and smiled. "Good job brother. Just rest now."

Urogi turned his attention towards Aizetsu. He looked worried and concerned. "Aizetsu… Are you feeling alright?"

"Arrgghhh!!" Sekido grunted in response to his brothers actions of force. Despite, he was sick enough with a severe fever and bad cough, his body trembled like a leaf because of this. His heart beat rapidly.

"Arrgghhh!!! Ssssnnn… I don't want to drink anymore.. You can't make me drink another one!" He groaned as he looked up at his little brothers, his cheeks were all flushed from fever; his whole face was red with burning sensations. His eyes were all watery.

Urogi felt guilty for forcing a liquid down his older brother's throat. However, he needed to be strict.. As the medicine needed to go down Sekido's throat. It's for his good.

"Yes you do brother.. I have more where that comes from." Urogi grinned and showed Sekido another bottle of Kawarizuke.

"Now you have to drink another one or I won't let you have your supper later.. Understand?" He teased.

Karaku's eyes widened with a smile as he watched his brothers force feed the medicine to Sekido. He chuckled at the thought.

"Haha.. Good work you two. That's what I always wanted to do with him."

He giggled in amusement as he sat on the grass with a smug grin, observing his brothers intently.

Urogi and Karaku both stared worriedly at Aizetsu as he coughed and sneezed profusely.

Karaku's smile quickly faded into a look of concern…

Urogi got down from Sekido's back. He ran to Aizetsu and held him with one arm.

"Aizetsu! Are you alright?! Does it hurt anywhere???" Urogi spoke out, worried if his big brother was in pain from his high fever..

"Aizetsu looks to be in a worse condition than you, Sekido.."

Karaku muttered as he got his brothers attention. He stared at Aizetsu with great concern on his face.

"He seems to be burning hot and he's got a cough as well.."

Karaku sighed as his brow furrow slightly

"If his condition doesn't get better.. We should bring him home.."

#karaku #aizetsu #sekido #urogi #demon slayer #upper moons #hantengu clones #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba au #demon slayer au #au headcanons

[betterthanyalls]

Hello! Sooo this was originally for a drabble challenge but 1. I apparently have no idea what a drabble is- 2. It went over the limit by like 2K cause I though it said 2K words was the limit but it was 2K characters. I am beyond blind im- Anyways uhh here you go i guess, a free oneshot😭 Oh one more thing, this used characters labeled A and B. So you can align this with anyone(fictional/real/a ship/etc.) you want:D

Who Needs Words?

Published: 1-9-2024

Words: 695

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The sound of a muffled radio and a car on tar was the only noise that filled the vehicle. Neither A nor B were silent from anger or embarrassment or anything of that nature. They were simply silent because it was comforting. Words weren’t needed to have a simple memory.

“Y’know what I want?” B spoke randomly from the passenger's seat. A had gotten used to B’s random tendencies.

“Hm?” A hummed in response, making sure to watch the road that was lit up by the car lights. They held the steering wheel calmly, waiting for B to finish their question.

“Good-old-fashioned love,” B’s face held a small yet proud smile. They seemed to be interested in this topic because of their body language. A took a quick glance at B before going back to the road.

“Do you mean like, 1940s kind of love?” A asked curiously. They didn’t mind the topic taking the place of the silence. As long as they were with B then it was alright.

“Basically!” B’s posture straightened against the seat belt. “Just the unconditional love that can be found. The pure loyalty to each other and expecting nothing in return. I want that. I want to be asked my favorite color and then be surprised with my favorite flowers in the color. I want to be given handmade gifts that would cost less than a cent to buy but cost millions for thought and effort.”

A listened intently as B rambled on and on, not even thinking to stop B. A enjoyed B’s rambles. They enjoyed how B could get excited over the littlest things, whether it’s a duck or a coin on the ground. Against their better judgment, A zoned out for a second. They stole glances at B and nodded softly to act as if they were listening but A was making a mental plan. They remembered everything B said and made a silent promise to grant this wish to B if it was the last thing A did. When A finally came back to reality, they focused on B and the road again.

“I want to grow old together and have shared thousands of memories together,” B paused for a second, having an expression that looked lost for a moment. A took a hand off the wheel and placed it onto B’s shoulder, nudging them a little to bring them back to Earth. B seemed to snap out of their little dream and smiled at A. Oh that smile could melt the sun any day. B’s smile had the power to cool the hottest deserts and warm the coldest tundras.

“I think that’s all I wanted to say, sorry if I rambled,” B rubbed the back of their neck shyly, embarrassed for talking so long.

“Why are you sorry? I enjoy listening to you go on and on about anything.” A comforted, keeping their eyes on the road.

“Really?” B questioned, unsure if they should really believe A’s statement.

“Obviously. I love hearing you talk on the phone for hours with me at 2 AM because you saw a cute bird on the way to work. Or how you saw a mother taking her two kids to that one park a few days ago. I love listening to you, B. You brighten my day by just being here, and you can’t imagine how bright my day is when you talk. I love seeing your smile and hearing the little pitch up in your voice. I love it all.” A gushed, careful not to admit their true feelings for their best friend. A couldn’t risk the friendship dying off all because they confessed their feelings.

B had a look of pure shock that melted into a comforted and soft expression. Instead of responding, B stayed quiet and let the car ride resume its earlier silence. A took a small look at B. After seeing B’s content face, A relaxed too and let out a deep breath. As before, the only noise in the vehicle were the sounds of the muffled radio and car tires on a tar road. Words weren’t needed to have a simple memory.

#fluff #A #B #reader choice #romance

[cosmonnauts]

scorpio moon moodboard

"The death of earth is to become water / and the death of water is to become air / and the death of air is to become fire / and reversely, Heraclitus says. I say / the death of us / is to become." Heather McHugh, "Hinge & Sign"

#scorpio moons....good evening<3 #last winter i saw the first big snow of my life #everything was quiet and comforting nature spoke in a muffled voice #but so many things had broken down under the weight of the snow #when it melted fields were suddenly greener than ever and the streets rose with a newfound cleanness #and also ana mendieta's work!! #m #scorpio #scorpio moon #scorpio moodboard #astrology moodboard #astrology #moodboard

[messers-moony]

Accepted | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five craves nothing more than to be accepted and loved by his siblings. That doesn’t appear to happen when he time travels back to 2019 after disappearing for seventeen years.

Five had never seen anyone so beautiful before. Even in the apocalypse, she was gorgeous. He knew it wasn’t because they were the only ones left either. She had his heart from the moment they accidentally ended up in the apocalypse together.

Y/n was a normal girl, an ordinary girl. She had no powers, completely powerless. It just so happens she was walking down the sidewalk and brushed shoulders with Five, which brought her with him.

He couldn’t be mad at her. It wasn’t her fault that they had brushed shoulders. He should’ve been more careful. Y/n was a shy and skittish girl. Not very talkative. It took her a week to use her voice after being thrown into the end of the world.

Despite Five’s commonly inpatient nature, he was extremely patient with her. She was all he had now, and he felt completely comfortable with her. It took a year for her to open up to him, to trust him finally.

She told him all about school and what it was like while Five listened intently. He loved listening to her talk about normal kid activities, things he never got to participate in. Y/n promised him once they got back to save the world, no matter how old, they’d do those things together.

The girl had a certain aura around her that just made him smile. After five years, they were inseparable. Five couldn’t imagine life without her. He couldn’t fathom how he lived without her. He could tell her anything and didn’t fear of being judged.

He had been strong for so long, but not he didn’t have to be anymore. He could let loose and be himself, whether it was being playful, cheerful, upset, or angry. He could be him, and that’s all that mattered to him.

At the age of twenty, they decided to date, knowing it’d be a risk but a risk well taken because Five proposed at the age of twenty-five. Obviously, getting married wasn’t really an option. Nevertheless, he always thought of her as Y/n Hargreeves. His pride and joy.

At the age of forty-one, they were both taken into the commission– a job they both loathed. However, in order to get back to their time, it had to be done. Every night after a mission or a long day, Five would snuggle up Y/n’s chest and sob.

It became a daily routine for the next four and a half years. Every night Five would cry. He missed everything and hated everything. He regretted not listening. He hated the killing. He missed his siblings. Y/n would sit and listen while rubbing his back.

She thought for sure that his siblings missed him. Oh, how wrong she was. She found that out when they returned back to their timeline. Both lovers had fallen to the ground back in their thirteen-year-old bodies.

“ Does anyone else see Little Number Five and a little girl, or is that just me? “ A male queried as five people peered at the two.

Y/n and Five both got up from the ground looking down at their attire. Their clothes were ten times too big for them now. Five appeared to look just as young as he did forty-five years ago, and so did Y/n. Five couldn’t help but smile at her gorgeous appearance that he hadn’t seen in years. She was beautiful at all ages, but he was particularly fond of her teenage form, as was she of him.

“ Shit. “ Five muttered as he walked past them, and Y/n followed.

Five led her into the Hargreeves manor. It was a huge house, one that consisted of too many bedrooms and bathrooms for one person. He held her hand tight, and he stood at the end of the table. At the same time, his siblings piled around the table.

“ What’s the date? The exact date. “ Five’s voice was stern as he began making food, “ The 24th. “ A brunette female responded.

“ Of what? “ Five asked, annoyed, “ March. “ She replied again.

“ Good. “ Five said, opening the loaf of bread.

“ Are you gonna introduce us to your lady friend? “ The male from earlier questioned, and Y/n took refuge behind Five.

Five sighed as he pulled her next to him, letting his arm rest upon her waist, “ This, is Y/n Hargreeves. “

“ Hargreeves? Is she dad’s biological child, or was there another child we didn’t know about? “ The big male quizzed, and Five smirked, looking up at his siblings, “ Or perhaps the most obvious conclusion, but you guys aren’t smart enough to see what’s right in front of you. “ Five insulted, which made Y/n lightly hit him.

“ She’s my wife. “ The boy summarized, kissing her cheek, “ Wife?! You guys are thirteen. “ A woman in a blue shirt interjected.

“ Ignore that. What just happened outside? “ A large male queried as Five continued to make his food, “ It’s been 17 years. “

Five scoffed, “ It’s been a lot longer than that. “

Gently Five removed his arm from Y/n’s waist, and spatial jumped behind Luther to grab something. Y/n was hesitant but took a seat on the counter as her husband's siblings stared her down

“ I haven’t missed that. “ The big male murmured, “ Where’d you go? “ Questioned a male in all black.

“ The future. It’s shit, by the way. “ Five replied as he spatial jumped from getting his marshmallows and back to the front of the table, “ Called it! “ The skinny male exclaimed

“ I should’ve listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing. “ The teen began as he looks through the fridge, “ Jumping through time is a toss of the dice. “

The boy looked up from what he was doing and took his sibling's appearances in, the ones he missed dearly but saw all dead. If you were Y/n, you could see his green eyes glass over. But if you were the Hargreeves siblings, you saw a heartless and cold teenage boy.

“ Nice dress. “ He complimented, “ Oh, well, danke! “ The skinny male exclaimed.

“ Wait, how did you get back? “ Asked the anxious brunette, “ In the end, I had to project our consciousnesses forward into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time. “ Five answered.

“ That makes no sense. “ Blurted the black-wearing male, “ Well, it would if you were smarter. “ Five smirked.

“ Five, stop. They’re trying to understand. You probably sound insane. “ Y/n spoke up for the first time since coming back, “ Oh, I like her. “ The skinny male chuckled.

“ I’m Klaus. “ He introduced, “ Pleasure. “ Y/n greeted with a smile.

The strong male looked baffled, “ How long were you two there? “

Y/n sighed, “ Forty-Five years. Give or take. “ Five answered, “ So what are you saying? That you two are 58? “ He questioned again.

“ Our consciences are 58, apparently our bodies are 13 again. “ The teen boy answered, “ Wait, how does that even work? “ Questioned the brunette again.

“ He got the equations wrong. Meaning his math was off, bringing us back into the same bodies we left in. “ Y/n softly explained as Five ate his food.

“ Guess I missed the funeral. “ Five said as he picked up a newspaper on the table, “ How’d you even know about that? “ Asked the large male.

“ What part of the future do you not understand? “ Five barked, “ Heart failure, huh? “

“ Yeah/No. “ Contradicting answers.

“ Nice to see nothings changed. “ Five said, clicking his tongue, walking away.

“ Uh, that’s it? That’s all you have to say? “ Questioned the curly-haired woman asked the boy who was walking away.

“ What else is there to say? It’s the circle of life. “ Five said now out of the room and into the rest of the mansion.

“ Well, that was interesting. “ The big male concluded.

Y/n sighed, “ I’m sorry for him. The past few years for him haven’t been the greatest. Just know he cares about you guys. “

“ I’m Vanya. “ Smiled the anxious brunette, “ And that’s Allison, Luther, and Diego. Klaus interjected earlier. “ Vanya introduced, pointing at each member.

“ Nice to meet you all. I’m going to go find Five. “ Y/n smiled as she walked away.

It took a couple of minutes, but she eventually found what seemed to be like their bedrooms. Only one door was shut, so she knocked hesitantly on it. Sniffles were heard on the other side.

“ Five, it’s me. “ Her voice was serene and quiet, “ Come in. “ His voice was muffled through the door.

Her hand turned the door handle, and she walked inside. Gently she shut the bedroom door and locked it, knowing he hated people seeing him vulnerable. Y/n turned to see him sitting on his bed with his elbows resting on his knees, hands on his face crying.

She knelt in front of him, taking his hands into her own, “ They don’t care. “ Were the first words muttered from his mouth, “ They do care. They’re just confused. “ Y/n replied.

He shook his head and sat on the floor in her embrace, sobbing, “ It’s going to be okay, Five. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here. “ Y/n reassured as she ran her hands through his hair.

She felt a gentle kiss being laid on her shoulder, knowing it was his way of acknowledging what she said. After minutes passed, he had stopped crying and instead fell asleep, right in his lover's arms where he was always accepted.

#five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x y/n #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #number five x you #number five x y/n #number five x reader #number five #tua netflix #tua memes #tua five #tua fanfic #tua au #tua x reader #tua #the sparrow academy #the umbrella academy

[devilyn]

is that too much to ask? | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: love somebody by lauv

I don't wanna be the one to say

That we gotta have a conversation

I don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face

Know, I hurt you, and I, I'm sorry

All I wanted was to love somebody

— synopsis: tsukishima avoids physical affection with you as often as he can, and you wonder what it is that you’re doing wrong in your relationship.

— genre: angst, happy endings, & the product of my writer’s block

— word count: 2.6k

You knew Tsukishima wasn’t the affectionate type--you knew that when you asked him out in your second year of high school. You knew that if you hugged him in front of his volleyball teammates, he’d stiffen and cringe away from your touch. It was natural for you to start reaching your arms out towards him before stopping yourself and resorting to a proud pat on the arm and a bright smile. It was to the point where even Hinata once commented that he’d never even see the two of you hug.

Now that the two of you were in university, and almost three years into your relationship, you started wondering what exactly it was about physical affection with you that Tsukishima hated so much. You started to experiment--slipping your hand into his when you walked back to your shared apartment together after his long volleyball practices, or tossing your arms around his neck in excitement after he wins a tough match. Each time, he’d react the same way. He would pull his hand from yours, or he’d put his hands on your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you.

At first, you believed it to be embarrassment. He didn’t like PDA--you could understand that. Even you had a limit to how much you could flaunt your relationship status in public. But even when the two of you were in the comfort of your apartment, you wondered why he never initiated any physical affection.

“Kei,” you whispered his name softly, and he looked up from his phone to meet your eyes. “Do you...not love me?”

He blinked, raising both brows in genuine surprise and slowly lowering his spoonful of cereal back into his bowl. 

“...Are you dumb?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and tightening your grip on your keys.

“It’s whatever,” you murmured, pulling the front door open and not bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. “I’ll see you.”

You left quickly to not have to deal with the aftermath of your sudden question, the door shutting firmly behind you.

Was it selfish of you to want more proof of his love for you? Sure, there were small things. Things like how he always helped you study for your exams if he could, or how he’d make you a cup of coffee before you left because he knew you struggled with staying awake during your morning classes. You knew he loved you because of these things.

But there was always a small voice in the back of your head asking if he only did those things to drag your stagnant relationship on. For a year now, it felt as if every day was the same with him. Actions were repetitive, dates were infrequent and only occurred when you asked, and at times, each day with him felt like a clone of the previous. Which is why you started wanting to hold his hand, and melt into his warm embrace.

Your fingers tightened on your tumbler, holding the contents of your boyfriend’s love--the coffee he made you this morning. 

Even at home, he would merely pet your head when you cuddled into his side on the couch. Kisses were rare unless you initiated, and he’d always tease you whenever you whined about wanting him to kiss you first. It’s not like you two never had sex either, so what was so wrong about your relationship that left you wanting more?

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, and you glanced at it briefly.

u ok?

You tucked your phone back into your pocket without replying. You never should’ve asked. Now you’ve disrupted the peace you had in your stagnant relationship.

Though, maybe it was okay to want more.

“Is it really a problem?” Kuroo sipped his drink through his straw, raising a brow in your direction. “You’ve been dating for three years. I’m more surprised that you didn’t bring this up to him earlier.”

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the half empty tumbler, teeth gnawing anxiously at your lower lip.

“...I think I was too scared in the beginning,” you murmured.

“Mm,” your friend hummed softly in agreement. “You’ve changed. You were always affectionate before.”

You blinked, raising your gaze from the table between the two of you to meet Kuroo’s grin.

“How’d you know that? We just became friends in uni--”

“Tsukki told me,” he cut you off, and your fingers stopped tapping against your drink. “And it’s not like I don’t notice that you hug me more than you hug your boyfriend.”

“First of all, don’t say things that can be so easily misunderstood,” you tossed a crumpled up napkin at the former captain, and he quickly dodged it with a short laugh. “Second, what do you mean Kei told you? He said I used to be more--affectionate?”

This was news to you. You never thought that he would notice how you changed to make him feel more comfortable with your relationship.

It was true that towards the beginning of your relationship, you were always scared of upsetting him, so you did everything you could to change to his needs. You held back words you knew he wouldn’t want to hear, and only ever spoke up if something truly bothered you. It worked up until the end of your first year before you started opening up to him slowly. But something you could never seem to breach was Tsukishima’s habit of avoiding physical affection. 

“You know how he is,” Kuroo waved his hand dismissively, “Your boyfriend’s terrible with emotions. I tell him all the time that I’m surprised you lasted so long--”

“Don’t talk badly about him like that,” you scolded your friend with a scowl, to which he snickered quietly.

“Well, you can’t deny it, can you? He sucks, but he has his good points. That’s why you’re still dating him, right?”

It was true that you couldn’t deny it. Tsukishima had many faults, and his lack of desire for physical affection was only one of them. Still, you were just as much at fault for not communicating with him out of fear that he’d leave you.

“He’s just scared, y’know,” Kuroo rested his chin in his upturned palm. “Just like you. Even after three years, he’s not used to affection. Why don’t you just talk to him instead of sulking about it to me? I feel like I might as well be the third person in your relationship with how often you two come to me about each other.”

You were quiet for a bit, swirling the now cold coffee around as you processed the thought of confronting the issues you’ve been burying for so long.

“...he’d never date you,” you finally murmured, turning your gaze out the window.

“Ah, and you would?”

You didn’t need to look up to see Kuroo’s smug smirk.

“You wish.”

But no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, there was some truth in Kuroo’s words. You had used him as a therapist far too many times, when your issues could easily be solved by confronting your fears and sitting down to talk with the man you lived with.

If only speaking to Tsukishima about your problems was as easy as it sounded.

By the time you finally gathered up the courage to even speak his name, your boyfriend was standing from the dinner table to grab your plates and heading towards the sink where his dishwashing responsibilities awaited him. The sight of his broad back seemed to glue your lips shut. 

You couldn’t get the words out.

“Do you hate being touched by me?” was the first thing you wanted to ask.

“Is it wrong for me to ask for you to tell me you love me sometimes?” would probably be the second, paired with, “Can you just kiss me once in a while without complaining about it?”

It all felt so childish, even before the words left your lips. So instead, you sat frozen in your chair, gazing at your boyfriend’s back that you longed to embrace.

Slowly, you stood. Before your brain could tell you how stupid of an idea this was, your feet moved forward until you were standing just a step away from Tsukishima’s much taller form.

Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you could feel the way he jolted in surprise as you rested your cheek against his warm back.

“I’m washing--”

“Do you hate me?”

Silence.

Well, that question didn’t come out as expected, though it’s not like you didn’t wonder that too.

“Don’t turn around,” you pleaded quietly over the running water. To someone else, you must’ve looked like a fool, clinging onto your boyfriend like your life depended on it while he soaped up your dirty dishes.

He granted your wish, and didn’t whirl around to pull away from your touch. Instead, he continued scrubbing at your dinner plates.

“You have until I finish washing the dishes to explain yourself,” he stated calmly, and your arms tightened around his waist. It was a demand.

“I heard...from Kuroo that you said I used to be more affectionate before we started dating,” you stammered out quickly, “If you knew that, then why do you get so stiff and push me away when I try to initiate physical affection even after we’ve been dating for three years? Do you hate being touched by me so much?”

The kitchen was quiet, now that your boyfriend was drying the dishes. His hand stopped moving robotically over the wet plates, and he slowly set them down on the counter instead. You could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. So you continued.

“I do know that you love me, Kei,” you murmured weakly, voice muffling against his shirt as you shifted to rest your forehead against his broad back instead. “I do. I know you’re always thinking of me, and I love that about you. But when you push me away, I can’t help but think that you’re just pretending to love me for the sake of convenience.”

“If I wanted convenience, I wouldn’t date you,” he mumbled under his breath, and the words stung to the point that your arms dropped from around the middle blocker’s waist.

No longer confined by your embrace, Tsukishima spun around and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes wide with panic.

“Y/N wait--I didn’t mean it that--”

“You’re such an ass,” you averted your gaze from his, trying to blink away the tears that began to blur your vision.

“Listen--” his voice was frantic, but you didn’t let him continue. You were scared to hear what would come next if you did.

“I guess I was wrong, and the voice in my head is right,” you cut him off, voice trembling. “So I’ll just tell you everything that I held back since it’s all going to fall apart anyway.”

It took all your courage to turn your teary gaze back to his deceivingly sorrowful golden eyes.

“Is there something so disgusting about me that you don’t even want to hold me? Even after this many years?” you began, fully prepared to spill every one of your fears from the past three years. “Am I asking for too much when I ask you to kiss me every once in a while? Is it wrong for me to want you to just tell me you love me sometimes? Am I a bad person for thinking our relationship has become so boring because neither of us want to make the first step to try and change because we’re both scared of scaring each other away?”

You rubbed your arm against your eyes, trying to pretend like you weren’t sobbing into your sleeve. Though you’re sure you weren’t a very good actor, with the way you hiccuped and took shaky breaths between your questions.

“Did I make a mistake trying to change myself to fit your standards? Should I have never confessed to you back--”

Your voice was suddenly muffled into your boyfriend’s chest, and you gasped at the suddenness of his hug.

“Please don’t regret it,” he requested weakly, his voice trembling just as much as yours.

Those simple words were all it took for your sobs to come out freely, your shaky hands clawing upwards to grip onto Tsukishima’s t-shirt, clinging onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. It was a hug you’d been craving for ages--one he initiated. You hated that it took you throwing your heart at him for it to happen, but what were you to do?

He allowed you to cry as he continued.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he murmured into your hair. “There’s nothing wrong with what you want. I was...just scared, like you said.”

“Of what?” was what you wanted to ask. And like he read your mind, Tsukishima elaborated.

“The more I hug you, and the more kisses we share, the more I fall for you,” he whispered, as if fearful of the words he was admitting to you. “The deeper I fall, the more scared I get that you’ll leave me when you remember how bad of a boyfriend I am. I want to give you 100% of me, but at the same time, I’m too scared to do exactly that.”

Your cries were quieting down, and you took shaky breaths, inhaling his familiar scent each time. Just his embrace managed to soothe your frantic sobs.

“So I avoided anything that would make me fall too much in love with you, but it’s already too late,” he laughed bitterly, pulling back slightly so he could cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing at the wet streaks staining your skin. Your lips pursed into a small pout, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “I already love you too much to let go of you, and you know it.”

“...you’re really, really not allowed to be cute right now,” you grumbled, and he laughed.

“Yeah, I could say the same to you,” he joked, leaning forward so his lips could brush over your forehead.

“...can you kiss me now?” you murmured shyly, and his grin morphed into a weak smile before his hands tilted your jaw up towards him. His lips met yours softly, and though this wasn’t your first kiss, it was the first time you’d felt this way with Tsukishima in three years.

When he pulled away, you were crying again.

“Stop crying,” he cursed, “If someone saw you right now, they’d think I was bullying you.”

You babbled something incoherent through your tears of joy, and your boyfriend’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t witnessed in what felt like years.

“You have to take responsibility, you know,” his palms cupped your jaw, pulling your teary gaze back up to his as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. “For making me fall so deeply in love with you again.”

You laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Tsukishima’s neck to pull him down into another love-filled kiss.

“Until when?” you grinned when you pulled away, his eyes closed as he sighed happily and rested his forehead against yours.

“Until I make up for the three years I put you through,” he mumbled, and you smiled softly as your lips grazed over his lightly. As you pulled back, he leaned forward and peppered kisses across your face.

“So, until forever?” you teased with a quiet giggle.

“Until forever,” he whispered, lips meeting yours once more.

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[biisexualemma]

winter soldier. bucky barnes

word count: 2348

warnings: a bit of violence

requested: N/A

plot: you have to watch bucky fight like the winter soldier

a/n: i wrote this literally like thirty minutes after i watched ep.3 of tfatws! it is basically bucky's fight scene in the club because it's literally all i can think about after that episode (jesus christ it had me feeling a lot of things) but from your perspective. so i wrote this, same idea, some things changed slightly, e.g. you are also working with sam and bucky-- anyway! hope you like!

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / masterlist

"winter soldier."

you clenched your jaw, your teeth grinding together, eyes glued to bucky's vacant expression. your stomach was in knots. you were against the plan to begin with, but you had no choice but to take zemo's lead on this. that didn't mean you trusted him one bit, not after what he put your friends through. your hand remained firmly tucked against your thigh, where your knife was strapped to your leg.

you could feel your chest rising and falling faster as the man approached zemo from behind, your heart beating harder in your chest. the main reason behind your not wanting to go through with this mission was bucky. you knew how hard he worked every day to remove himself from his past, and here he was, again, placed right in the middle of everything he wanted to forget. the only reason you agreed to it was bucky's reassurance that he could handle it.

but right now, you were reminded of the man you met many years ago for the first time, only without the mask.

the man's hand fell onto zemo's shoulder. "attack," he spoke in the eerily familiar tongue.

he didn't hesitate, his vibranium arm snatched the man's hand away from zemo, you swore you heard something crack. you clutched your knife, yanking it out of it's holder, but before you got any further, sam's hand was restraining you. he didn't look your way, holding his cover, instead you both watched bucky drag the man away from the three of you, twisting his arm behind his back to where you heard another disturbingly loud crack.

you tried to keep your cover, but you couldn't help but flinch watching him use his full force to plough his vibranium arm against the mans chest, knocking him off his feet. his body slammed against the hard floor and you gulped, sam's hand tightening around your wrist when you made to move again.

"hold it," you glanced at sam for a split second, his eyebrows knitted tightly together watching the winter soldier in action, but he knew the consequences if he made to intervene. you could tell it was unsettling sam just as much as it was you, to watch bucky like this. but you had no choice but to stand and watch your boyfriend ruin anyone who came within a foot of him.

the bar was silent, the only sounds to be heard were the muffled groans coming from the man at bucky's feet. you noticed some of the people surrounding the fight had pulled out their phones and began recording the scene. you wanted to snatch them away and crumple them, but resolved to taking a deep breath and biting down on your tongue as hard as you could. you just had to endure for a little while longer and then it would be over.

you watched as bucky took apart two more men who came swinging towards him, zemo's expression was full of more amusement than you cared for. you felt blood trickling in your mouth, the metallic taste filling your taste buds after you had flinched and bit down harder on your tongue.

if sam hadn't been there to physically restrain you, you would've intervened long before this could start. you knew bucky was no longer controlled by zemo, but watching him fight like this was a brutal reminder of everything bucky had done and been through. you dreaded to think how it was making him feel having to slip back into the mindlessly violent nature that had been drilled into him.

sam's eyes darted around, watching bucky take out one guy after the next. zemo couldn't keep himself out of it, he shoved forward a bystander, watching, almost gleefully, as bucky threw a swing at the man, spinning him backwards before delivering another blow so forceful it took out another man standing behind him. your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from cringing when another man was thrown off his feet, his spine cracking harshly against the metal joists when bucky's metal arm collided with his torso and sent him flying.

your ears were ringing slightly, your throat tightening the longer you watched this go on. "didn't take much for him to fall back into form," you heard zemo lean into sam's ear to mumble this but you caught it. you were going to kill that man yourself after this mission was over.

sam's grip loosened on your wrist when bucky clenched his metal hand around one man's neck, lifting him off his feet and slamming him down against the bar. you moved away from sam before he could stop you, your eyes wide with fear when bucky tightened his grip, the man's gasps for air were all that could be heard, that, and the cocking of several guns.

your hand moved from its position on your knife, to the cool metal of bucky's arm where he stood slowly cutting off this mans air supply. you clenched your hand tightly to pull him away, but he didn't shift, his intense gaze was locked on the man beneath him.

"stay in character or the whole bar turns on us," zemo muttered under his breath, his eyes wide and locked on yours. you hesitated, but pulled yourself away, not wanting to be the reason this mission was unsuccessful after everything you'd done to get to this point. you knew how much was riding on this.

you let out short, strained breaths, your eyes still locked on bucky's unwavering expression. you wondered how much he still felt in control of himself, or whether he was simply just keeping up the act.

"well done, soldier," zemo spoke after a brief silence. your stomach churned every time he would use that tongue to speak to bucky.

you watched bucky's eyes shift up to the bartender, his eyebrows slightly knitted and his hand slowly unclenching from around the mans throat. the man let out a strained wheeze, the breath returning to his lungs as bucky released his grip and let him fall to the ground with a thud behind him.

bucky could hear your loud, jagged breathing as you stood as close as possible to him without raising suspicion. he almost broke away when he felt your hand grip his arm earlier. but he didn't dare look to you, instead he kept his stare locked on the bartender in front of him, waiting for the words.

"silby will see you now," the bartender was watching bucky with an uneasy expression across his face. you watched bucky's chest rising and falling, you wanted desperately to reach out and touch his hand but you had to remind yourself why you were in this position to begin with. you needed to follow zemo's lead, find the source of the super-soldier serum and then you could deal with how you were feeling later.

"you good?" your voice came out smaller than you intended it to. you studied his expression from his profile, his tight lips and clenched jaw, waiting for him to break and look at you, but he didn't. he let out a quiet, hmph, nodding once before following zemo and sam to the back of the club.

-

you wished you were back in the club watching bucky beat those guys to a pulp, because after the past few hours, things somehow managed to go from bad to worse. your lead was now dead, literally, you bumped into sharon, of all people, who was meaner than you ever remember her being, and there was also a bounty on all of your heads.

currently, you were sat alone after having picked out fresh clothes from sharon's closet. she had reluctantly let you guys crash at her place, agreeing to help find a lead to doctor nagel.

you weren't sure how long you'd been sat staring at the wall in front of you until you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in. you didn't have to look to know who it was, you already knew. he sat beside you quietly, without saying a word. you could feel his eyes on you for a while before you forced yourself to meet his gaze. it was the first time you'd looked at him as himself, since the incident earlier. you gulped, his blue eyes not shifting from your own for even a second.

"hey," he mumbled softly. your eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, you found yourself biting down on your tongue again. "you good?" you nodded, close lipped as you shifted your eyes from his face and down to your hands. you hadn't noticed your hands had clenched into tight fists.

after a brief silence, you felt your fingers uncurl, bucky's hand now enclosed in your fist. you let out a shaky breath, revelling in the comfort his touch brought you. you fiddled with his fingers, a habit you had when you were anxious that bucky let you use him for.

"are you good?" you gulped, glancing at him for a second before focusing on your tangled hands again. he nodded, letting out a quiet hum.

"i wouldn't've gone in there if i thought i couldn't handle it," you nodded, feeling his hand squeeze yours briefly. "i came to check on you."

your eyes fluttered, a wave of tire washing over you suddenly. you shook your head. "i'm fine, don't worry," you said it out of habit, but you knew bucky was the type to always worry. especially when it came to you.

"i never wanted you to have to see that again," you knew he was referring to the winter soldier. you had fought him back in the day with sam, nat and steve, before any of you knew who he really was. you'd been through a lot together, only recently had you become more than friends. or at least, you were trying to give it a go, things just kept getting in the way.

"i hardly saw anything," you tried to lie to ease his conscience. you sighed, looking up into his eyes again, they were soft and inviting, his lashes fluttering slightly when you met his gaze.

"you've always been a terrible liar," he tightened his lips into a halfhearted, closed-mouthed smile, trying to ease some of your anxiety. you mimicked his weak attempt at a smile, moving closer to him and leaning your head atop his shoulder. he shifted his free arm around your waist, tugging you as close to him as possible, leaning down to press a lingering kiss atop your head.

"i just want you to be safe, buck," you admitted. "i don't like that you're having to go through all this again-- what with zemo-- and this place-- i see how people look at  you, how they talk to you."

"i know, doll," he mumbled, his lips resting softly against your temple now. you tried to relish in the short amount of time you had alone with him, your eyes closing for a moment as you breathed in his scent. "i don't like it either, but it's just for a bit longer."

you hummed quietly, letting yourself relax in his arm. your hand was still tangled with his own, your fidgeting had stopped and instead you let your fingers intertwine with his, him squeezing your hand now and again for reassurance.

"thank you for looking out for me," he spoke after a while of you two embracing each others company. "it's been a while, but it's a nice feeling."

you lifted your head, tilting your head back to get a good look at his face. he looked tired, but still wore a small, appreciative smile on his lips, along with his soft gaze. you felt your stomach flutter, you couldn't disguise a similar smile working it's way onto your lips. something about bucky was so sweet, in his nature, he cared so much for the people around him even if he was bad at communicating it sometimes. you wanted a better and quieter life for him when this was all finally over.

"it's nice to have someone to look out for," you muttered truthfully. you had spent such a long time fighting with the avengers, you'd never had the time to even go out on a date, never mind figuring out a relationship. and though it was difficult, sometimes, navigating your relationship with bucky, you knew at the end of the day, you liked him a lot, and you only wanted to be with him. and you were pretty sure he felt the same way towards you.

bucky's hand moved away from yours, to your chin, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt your chin upwards, your face moving closer to his. he leaned down and caught his lips against yours, his hand drifting to your jawline, where he held your face in the palm of his hand. your mind thought of nothing but the feeling of his lips moving against yours, soft and slow.

it didn't matter what was going to happen next, as long as bucky was there with you.

"oh-- shit-- i should've knocked," you pulled away, chuckling against bucky's lips, peeking out the corner of your eye to see sam had walked in and frozen once he realised what he'd walked in on. bucky groaned, his eyes rolling. of course, sam was interrupting.

"please-- get out," he shot a stone-cold glare towards sam, who chuckled uncomfortably.

"oh-- i wish i could," he groaned. "that was something i wish i'd never seen-- but the party is starting soon-- we gotta get out there."

you broke away, realising your short, but sweet moment was over. you kissed bucky quickly, one last time before pushing yourself up trying to shake your head clear of any thoughts of your boyfriend so you could focus on the mission.

you heard sam lower his voice, thinking somehow you wouldn't be able to hear him as he hung back with bucky, you walking ahead. "how you still got game like that? you're like a hundred and two--"

"hundred and six," he corrected, frowning at his partner. " and stop talking about my game."

#bucky barnes #tfawts #tfatwsedit #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #mcu #sebastian stan #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes masterlist #mcu imagine #mcu masterlist #avengers #avengers imagine #avengers masterlist #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #y/n #sam wilson #anthony mackie #marvel #marvel fic #marvel imagine #marvel masterlist #masterlist #tfatws spoilers

[griffintail]

Can I get Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, and Awesamdude (separately) dealing with a giggly, happily drunk reader, who is very nice to everyone but immediately goes into “I love youuuu, let me stay with you foreverrrrrrrr” cuddly lovesick puppy mode and proceeds to latch onto them for the rest of the night.

I hope you enjoy this! ♥

In Game and Female Reader

Warnings: Implied underage drinking(?)

A/N: I wanted to do like ten different things with these that would have been tooo long and strayed too far off path and then when I did have something I hated it. So, long story short, I had trouble writing it. Sorry it took so long! I’ve also never watched Sam I’m only just getting to the livestreams he was in with Tommy, I hope his character is good.

        Wilbur

        It had been a celebration of the freedom of L’Manberg.

        Naturally, the men and their lady of the hour wanted to go all out and finally have fun after all the war and bloodshed. There were some things they wanted to forget as well, such as the betrayal of one of their own. For once, Wilbur didn’t join in with the drinking that had started, simply just wanting to rest till what felt like the end of time after everything.

        Luckily, he hadn’t as now as he chuckled at (Y/N) rambling on about how adorable sheep were as they sat on the ground.

        “I mean, we can make them different colors, and they just don’t give a fuck. And their little faces.” She put her hands close together. “I want a pet sheep Wilbur.”

        He laughed as he stood up. “I think it’s time we got you to bed love.”

        “What? No, the party is so much fun.” She motioned with a smile at the men away from them, doubled over in laughter.

        He took her hand, pulling her up carefully. “But I believe you’ve had too much to drink. Your face is red, so let’s get you home.”

        She was quiet before grabbing his hand again, smiling. “Ok.”

        “Good. Make sure you get some sleep tonight boys, we got work to do.”

        He got a few responses between their laughter, shaking his head before he led (Y/N) away through the cool night. Her house had resided outside the L’Manberg walls but Dream and his friends took care of that. So, instead, Wilbur led her to the van, deciding to let her stay there for the night.

        “Alright love. You’re going to stay here tonight?”

        “I like it when you say, love.” She giggled. “It makes me feel all fuzzy.”

        He blushed slightly as he chuckled. “I’m sure it’s just all the drinks you had. Now, you get comfortable and I’ll…”

        He let go of her hand, only to jump as she latched onto his arm.

        “No.” She whined. “Stay here.”

        “What are you doing (Y/N)?” He asked confused.

        “I don’t want you to go. I love you. And you’re so warm.” She huffed, putting her forehead against his arm as she held out a few of her words.

        Wilbur was red as he watched the woman beside him.

        “(Y/N), you shouldn’t say those things. Come on, let’s get your uniform off.” He told her gently as he took his arm back from her only for her to hug him around the middle instead, making him laugh in surprise. “(Y/N)!”

        “Don’t go.” She spoke muffled into his chest. “Stay forever.”

        He softened as he took her hat off, putting it down on a chest as he ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not going anywhere darling. I’m just trying to make you comfortable. So, can we please get your uniform off?”

        She pouted but let go, letting him help her take her jacket and accessories off. Plopping on the bed, she struggled but managed to get her shoes off as Wilbur laid down her uniform next to her hat.

        “Alright, you need to get some rest ok? I’m going to go sleep in the front.” He explained to her, going for the door but she took his sleeve.

        “Stay with me. You’re so warm and you give the best hugs and I love you.” She rambled.

        Wilbur went red again as he looked at the door. He didn’t want to just stay here with her while she was drunk, probably unable to remember any of this in the morning, but she was stubborn even drunk. There was a voice in the back of his head telling him she would most certainly just follow him. So, with a sigh, he sat on the bed next to her.

        “Alright, but you have to sleep.”

        She grinned as Wilbur leaned back against the headboard. Coming over, she hugged him as she put her head on her chest, half on him as she hummed.

        “Good night Mr. President.” She giggled as Wilbur put a hand on her back.

        “Good night darling.” He muttered, running his other hand through her hair.

        It took a few minutes but she fell asleep on him and he was red as he watched her. It did feel warm like this and felt so right and comfortable. Maybe in the morning, after he explained the situation that they were in, he’d finally tell her how he felt to celebrate their victory further. He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

          Philza

        Phil had been with (Y/N) for a long time, dating what felt like even longer. They had been on many travels together and seen the same amount of shit in their lifetime. Naturally, that called for a drink or two.

        In the end, it was always Phil that could his liquor better than his girlfriend and he would usually just have a good laugh at her antics. She was very giggly and thought almost everything was hilarious and this time was no different.

        “And, and he just fell. And I felt so bad for laughing but I did.” She giggled as she leaned on the table, Phil giving an amused chuckle.

        She went to take another drink, but Phil took it from her. “I think that’s all for you tonight sweetheart.”

        “You’re so good for me Phil.” She hummed, resting her arm on the table before putting her head in her hand. “Always making sure I’m ok.”

        “Well, you help take care of me too.” He reminded her as he got up, starting to clean.

        “Yeah, but you’re so much better at it. You’re so good at fighting and stuff. You also look good fighting.”

        He laughed at that as he came back over to her. “Do I now?”

        “Mhm. And-And your hair is so soft and your eyes are really pretty.”

        “Yeah, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. Come on.” He helped her up.

        As he did, she latched onto him and he knew what phase she was in her drunkenness, the clingy phase.

        “You’re going to come with me, right?” She pouted up at him as she nuzzled into him.

        “Of course.” He chuckled, putting a hand on top of her head.

        “Good, because I love you. Just don’t tell Techno, he thinks it's gross.”

        He put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, nearly doubling over. “I won’t…God, I won’t. Holy shit.”

        “Phil, you’re supposed to say it back.” She whispered as he led her to their bedroom once he could breathe right.

        “I’m sorry sweetheart, I love you too.” He kissed her forehead, making the woman giggle in joy.

        “Philza Craft loves me.” She squealed as she hugged onto him tightly.

        “Yes, yes.” He nodded, chuckling quietly as he managed to unlatch her from him to get her into bed.

        He made sure she dressed comfortably before they started drinking, knowing that this is where it would lead. Before she could protest, he got in beside her and pulled her in, hugging her close as he let his wings unfurl and laid one on top of them. She grinned, nuzzling into his chest, acting as if they didn’t do this all the time.

        “You’re-You’re the best.” She muttered.

        “Thank you, now sleep, angel.”

        “You’re the only angel here. Good night.” She hummed.

        “Good night.”

        With that, the two were able to sleep easily into the night.

          Technoblade

        Just a couple glasses of wine, it will be fine, they said.

        Now Techno didn’t know how the hell to deal with his best friend.

        (Y/N) and a few of the others in Pogtopia had decided to have a few rounds of drinks, Techno deciding to opt-out of it as they made it into a party and he just wasn’t that into parties. Yet, now, here he stood as his best friend was giggling like an idiot at Wilbur’s stupid joke. He didn’t know how easy his friend got drunk but here was the proof.

        Techno was trying to think of a way to get her away from the group without her putting up a fight when Tommy came over to her.

        “Hey (Y/N), you know those diamonds you got the other day,” Tommy asked her, making Techno squint as he listened.

        “Oh yeah!” She nodded with a wide smile.

        “Want to know what would be cool? If I could have them.”

        There was no way…

        “Sure!”

        That’s it.

        “Tommy, are you really trying to scam your ally while she’s drunk?” Techno came over, arms crossed.

        Tommy paled as he quickly waved his hands. “No! No! Why would you think that! I’m just going…I hear Tubbo calling for me!”

        The younger boy scampered off as Techno looked at (Y/N), seeing her pout at him.

        “That was mean Techno.”

        “He was trying to steal from you (Y/N), you’ll understand in the morning.” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “Tommy wouldn’t do that. I’m going to apologize to him for you.” She huffed, but Techno grabbed her arm.

        “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head as he pulled her back in front of him. “You’re not going anywhere; you’re staying here with me so I can make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret in the morning.”

        Then the girl smiled, giggling again. “You always look out for me Techno.”

        He was sent through a loop by her sudden change in emotions but merely shook his head. “Because I have to. You’d be dead without me.”

        That wasn’t true. While his friend was one of the nicest people he met, you mess with her and she became a whole new person that could hold her own with ease.

        “E-Exactly.” She hummed, hugging onto his arm, making him stiffen. “You’re so great Techno.”

        “Yeah, I know.” He tried to brush the emotions he felt off as he decided to make use of her holding onto him to lead her away.

        “I hope you never leave Techno.”

        “I can’t ever leave you.” He muttered truthfully.

        “You’re really good at keeping secrets, right?” She asked as he brought her into her room in the cavern.

        “I’d say so, yeah.” He nodded.

        “I’m going to tell you a big secret. You can’t tell Technoblade.” She said and he opened his mouth to say he was in fact that same person but she spoke first. “I love Technoblade. He’s just so cool and nice and I love him.”

        Techno.exe has stopped working.

        Techno tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. It took a few tries but he finally got his mind working.

        “Heh?!” He looked at her in shock.

        “Shh, he can’t know Techno.” She giggled.

        “…I don’t what the hell I’m going to do with you.” He mumbled, taking off his mask to run a hand down his face.

        “You’re going to keep it a secret right?” She pouted at him.

        “Yeah, now you need to go to bed. Like, right now.” He decided, taking his arm from her and turning for the door only for two arms to wrap around him from behind.

        “No! You promised you wouldn’t leave.”

        “I’m not leaving you idiot; I’m going to my room and letting you sleep yours.”

        “Please don’t go Techno. I always sleep better when I know you’re close by.”

        He didn’t know what to do. What were you supposed to do when your best friend you liked told you while they were drunk that they liked you back thinking you weren’t the same person?! His mind was fried and he didn’t have any ideas of how to get her to relent, so instead, he did.

        Sighing, he took his arms off him so he could turn around. “Alright, come on. Get comfortable.”

        She grinned before going over to her bed. After only taking a jacket and her shoes off, she got comfortable and he gave a long sigh before sitting beside her. As soon as he did, she put her head in his lap, humming with that dorky smile.

        “Go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He promised as he ran a hand through her hair.

        “Thank you. Good night Techno.” She muttered.

        He didn’t say anything as she fell asleep. Yeah, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to deal with this in the morning, but he supposed he should just enjoy this moment.

        Awesamdude

        “Fuck!” (Y/N) shouted across the room where the Badlanders were spending the night.

        “Language!” Bad shouted at her.

        She giggled with Ant, Sam chuckling as he watched the two. It was just a simple party, nothing to celebrate just a moment between friends with a few drinks sent around. Sam had participated in some of the events but had stayed out of most of it, deciding instead to watch his friend as she had a generous number of drinks.

        “I’m sorry Bad! I didn’t mean it!” (Y/N) called to him.

        “You should do it again though.” Ant tried to convince her.

        “No, I don’t want to be mean to Bad.” She laughed, going to have another drink.

        “I think that’s enough for now.” Sam intervened, taking the drink carefully from her hand.

        “Aww.” She pouted. “Ok. Thank you, Sam.”

        He nodded as he put it down. “Good. You can still have fun, just nothing more to drink.”

        “Alright. I can do that Sam. Have some fun with us?”

        “Sure.” He agreed.

        He didn’t do much with the group, however, mostly just sticking by the young woman’s side, though he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He had already planned on keeping an eye on her as he did know how easily tricked, she was into doing what others wanted, such as shouting fuck across the room, as they had been friends for a while; but this time was different. Usually, it was a fight to get her to stay by his side but this time, she refuses to leave his side.

        The creeper-hybrid was genuinely surprised as she followed him where ever he went.

        “Normally you want to be with everyone else, what’s new today?” He raised an eyebrow.

        “I just want to stay with you forever!” She grinned as she took his hand. “That would be nice wouldn’t it?”

        He looked at her surprised as he nodded slowly. “Yeah, that would be. But, why do you want to?”

        “Because I love you silly.” She said as it was the simplest thing.

        “I uh…” His smile grew as he processed her words. “Really?”

        “Duh.”

        He didn’t mean it to go to his head as his friend was drunk but it did.

        “What about me do you, love?”

        “You’re super smart and you’re really good at fighting.” She started to list and he laughed.

        “Alright, alright. No need for all that. Maybe we should get you home. I think you had more drinks than I realized.” He scratched the back of his head.

        “Aw, ok.” She gave a pout before he led her away and to her home.

        He took out her hidden spare key she had told him about and unlocked the door as he went inside.

        “Ok, home safe and sound. You get some sleep alright? I’ll see you in…”

        “No.” She whined as she grabbed his arm. “You said it’d be nice to stay forever so please Sam. Stay.”

        “No, I think it’s smarter if I leave so you’re not confused in the morning.”

        “I don’t care. Please, Sam. Stay.” She pouted at him and he felt his heart race slightly before humming.

        “Yeah, ok. Just to make sure you’re alright.” He nodded. “I’ll stay in the living room.”

        “No, come with me. It’s cold and you’re warm.” She said, making him blush.

        “I uh…Hey, slow down.” Sam protested as she dragged him along by his hand. “(Y/N).”

        She pulled him into her room and sat on her bed, giving him a puppy dog eyed face. His heart melted as he tried to stay strong but sighed.

        “Ok, but if you kill me in the morning, I’m haunting your ass.”

        She grinned, throwing up her arms. “Yeah.”

        “Ok, ok, come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

        The two of them shed the unnecessary layers and laid in bed. (Y/N) cuddled into Sam’s side and he put his arm around her back, gently running a hand along her side. Before another word was breathed, (Y/N) was asleep and Sam chuckled lightly.

        “Good night, I hope you say the same thing tomorrow.” He muttered before sleeping himself for the night.

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #awesamdude x reader #mcyt fanfiction

[callme-barnes]

Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel drabble #bucky barnes drabble #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #marvel fluff #bucky barnes

[kaylawritesfics]

Love Persevering || b.b.

summary: 5 months later, you’re still reeling with the death of your father and Bucky is dealing with his past. You find comfort in each other’s presence.

WARNINGS: swearing, grief, mentions of death, mentions of violence, awkwardness, endgame spoilers?

pairing: bucky barnes x stark!reader

a/n: This is loosely based on the first episode of TFATWS but not really? It doesn’t really follow canon at all. Also yes, the title is a WandaVision reference. There’s not much romance here, mainly just the reader and Bucky bonding over grief and guilt. i’m pretty sure it’s gender neutral but as always lmk if it’s not :)

requests are open :)

word count: 963

“And now introducing Stark Industries newest CEO: Y/N Stark!” 

You plastered a smile as you walked up to the podium. Your ears rang and the applause sounded muffled. This didn’t feel right. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t have to do this.

“H-Hi,” the microphone feedback made you wince and you softly cleared your throat. 

“Hi. It’s good to be here and thank you all for coming,” the shutter of a few cameras sounded throughout the room and you shuffled nervously. 

You looked to the front row and found Pepper, who gave you a reassuring smile and leaned down to whisper something in Morgan’s ear. Morgan nodded at her mother and then looked up at you. She gave you a big smile accompanied by a thumbs up. You grinned at her and sent her a wink.

“To be completely honest with all of you, I never expected to take over the company but, here we are. Here’s to making my dad proud,” you gave a tight-lipped smile and posed with a peace sign for pictures as Rhodey walked back up onto the stage. He brought you in for a hug. 

“Short and sweet. Nice job, kid,” he patted your back and quickly brought the ceremony to an end. Your feet dragged as you walked off the stage and you let out a relieved sigh.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice rung out. You grinned as Sam swept you up into a hug. 

“Sam!” You laughed, all your nerves fading away at the familiarity.

You pulled away from Sam as your eyes met icy blue ones.

“Bucky,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms gently around his neck as his snaked around you waist.

 “Yeah, I’ll let y’all talk,” Sam excused himself, sauntering over to Rhodey. Bucky smiled nervously.

“You’ve been dodging my calls,” you teased as you grabbed a drink from the table you were leaning on.

“Yeah,” Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Truthfully, I didn’t know what to say to you,” he looked down almost shamefully.

“It’s okay, seems like a lot of people haven’t known what to say lately,” you smiled ruefully, nodding your head towards a group of Stark Industries employees, who were whispering in a small circle and, occasionally, one of them would look over at you and smiled pitifully.

Bucky grimaced.

“You know, my mom called me a couple weeks ago,” you glanced at Bucky over the rim of the red solo cup you were holding and too a drink. Bucky raised an eyebrow incredulously and you nodded.

“First time in like, fifteen years. The last time she called was when I was twelve, right after dad got back from Afghanistan,” you let out a laugh as Bucky shook his head.

“What about you? How are things going?” You inquired.

“Ah, you know, therapy, pardonings, amends, the usual,” he grinned sarcastically, leaning back against the wall. 

“Therapy’s good...” you trailed off, nodding slowly, suddenly feeling the awkward atmosphere. 

“Yeah, you look like you could use some,” Bucky eyed you up and down, noticing the bags under your eyes. You snorted out a genuine laugh.

The sound of tiny footsteps pattering against the tiled floor caught your attention.

“Y/N!”

“Maguna!” You picked Morgan up and slung her over your shoulder.

As she giggled as she leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Mommy said you look awkward.”

“Well, tell mommy I’m naturally awkward and that it’s not my fault,” You sent Bucky an amused smile as you sat Morgan back on the ground and she took off running towards Pepper.

“You wanna take a walk?” You asked Bucky, already starting to walk towards the back exit of the building. Bucky nodded and followed you out the door.

The two of you found yourselves walking down the path of a quiet park downtown.

“So, how have you really been?” Bucky spoke first, glancing over at you with concern.

“The grief comes and goes, I guess. Like, sometimes, I’ll be working in the lab or playing with Morgan and I get this really heavy feeling and a pit in my stomach,” you explained, wringing your hands.

“Guilt,” Bucky answered.

“Huh?”

“That feeling, it’s guilt. Trust me, I know guilt. You feel guilty that you’re able to do all the things he liked to do,” Bucky explained.

“Huh, I guess you’re right. What about you? Are the nightmares still bad?” You questioned, recalling the late nights you and Buck shared in the compound, drinking coffee and talking after nightmares.

Bucky sighed defeatedly.

“They’re getting better, I guess. Recovery’s a bitch,” Bucky laughed humorlessly, running his metal hand through his newly cut hair.

“Yeah,” you whispered, staring down at your shoes. A mixture of grief and guilt washed over you as you took in Bucky’s tired appearance.

“I wanted to be there, you know?” You admitted, coughing anxiously. Bucky looked up in confusion and raised an eyebrow.

“At Steve’s funeral,” you explained, “I just couldn’t bring myself to go. Got dressed and everything but I just couldn’t bring myself to walk out the front door.”

Bucky grimaced again and his eyes fell to the floor.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you let out a deep breath, barely reaching out to brush your hand against his.

“It’s ‘kay,” Bucky whispered, kicking a pebble with the tip of his shoe.

“Would’ve been easier if you were by my side, though,” he continued, turning his head to make eye contact contact with you. You smiled softly, bumping him with your hip. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Steve would be proud of how far you’ve come, Buck,” Your hand intertwined with Bucky’s and you gave it a short, comforting squeeze as the sun began to lower beyond the horizon.

“They’d be proud of you too, kid.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #captain america #marvel #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #endgame #tfatws #the winter soldier #the winter soldier imagine #bucky #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #the avengers #marvel imagine #bucky barnes sad #sebastian stan imagine #tony stark #steve rogers #pepper potts #morgan stark #bucky barnes x stark!reader #stark!reader #stark imagine #avengers imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #kaylawritesmarvel

[i-lionheart]

Memories | Kylo Ren x Reader

You are Kylo Ren's apprentice and second in command, ruling the galaxy and the First Order at his side. When Kylo notices you acting strange, he calls you to the throne room to investigate.

Before you read: 1.4K words, sfw, fluff, feelsy fluff, hurt/comfort but like... emotional hurt rather than physical, i guess it's technically fem!reader but its only mentioned once (when Kylo calls her "good girl") so make of that what you will

You were surprised to see a message from Kylo Ren when you checked your wristpad. He usually only messaged you when he needed something and couldn't leave the Finalizer's bridge to speak with you face-to-face. Though you had been busy finishing up some work on your ship, he had retired to his quarters almost an hour ago for the evening meal. You opened the message.

Are you still working?

You typed a response.

No. Just finished. Why?

His answer was almost immediate.

Throne room. Now.

On my way.

You typed your final message and swiped the screen of your wristpad, which obediently went black. As you made your way from the docking bay to the throne room, you wondered what he needed so urgently right now. The fleet had spent the day at a supply outpost, gearing up in preparation for your next battle. You had just finished a successful mission and debriefed with Kylo when you had returned around midday, hours ago now. As far as you knew, the First Order was running smoothly, like the well-oiled machine you knew it to be. If something had happened, you would have heard about it.

What could he possibly want that was so urgent?

You arrived at the throne room and scanned your wristpad at the door terminal, as you had a thousand times. The door slid open with a whoosh. You stepped inside, continuing through the corridor that greeted you until it widened into the vast throne room.

The room had once belonged to Snoke, but much had changed since then. Now, walls marked the perimeter of what had once been a half - suspended platform, their previous blood red color replaced with a sleek jet black. Though unseen lights created a dim glow throughout most of the space, a spotlight cast the raised dais in the center of the room - and the figure on the dais's throne- into sharp relief.

Kylo Ren lounged lazily in the throne, legs spread, elbow resting on a thigh, head resting on his hand. He wore only the comfortable boots and simple, breathable long-sleeved shirt and pants that he preferred to his usual robes once he had retired for the day.

As you stepped forward into the room, his eyes settled upon you, taking in your appearance. He regarded you for a moment, and then spoke.

"What's bothering you?"

The question caught you off guard. You looked at him quizzically. "Can't you just read my mind and find out?"

"You're blocking me."

"Again?" you said, surprised. He nodded in confirmation.

"It's worse, today. Usually I can at least read your emotions, tell what you're feeling, how strong it is, maybe even catch a glimpse of what triggered it. Today?" He raised his eyebrows. "Nothing. I've had to surmise what I can from your body language alone."

That was unusual. Kylo was particularly gifted in using the Force to sense the thoughts of others. You were just as Force sensitive as he was, but had spend most of your life forced to hide it, and it had been causing you problems lately. At times, you unconsciously used your powers to throw up walls between your mind and the world. You and Ren had guessed that it was your unconscious way of trying to protect yourself. These mental walls helped stop your emotions from being projected outward and communicated to those around you who might wish you harm, but they also stopped Kylo from getting in, which was a problem. He needed to be able to keep tabs on you. If he couldn't, you were in danger, and you knew it. However, despite the serious nature of the situation, you couldn't pass up the chance to take a jab at him.

You let out a gasp of mock surprise. "You mean you have to read nonverbal cues? Like a normal person? How horrible!" you lamented, sarcastically feigning pity.

Kylo Ren was not a man with a great penchant for jokes, especially when they were at his expense. In fact, most officers in the First Order would probably tell you that he didn't have a comedic bone in his body. But you knew him better. Though he steepled his fingers and lowered his head to his hands, closing his eyes with a sigh of exasperation, you saw the corners of his mouth briefly twitch up into a small smile. You smirked in satisfaction. "I'm right and you know it. Behavior cues are something you have no right to complain about."

He raised his head and looked back at you with a shrewd expression. "And they are why I know that, as much as you attempt to deflect with humor, you are having difficulty. Tell me."

You blushed at the call-out. "It's nothing, really, I-"

He held out a hand, stopping you mid-sentence. "Don't lie to me, little one. Tell me what's bothering you." Though the rebuke was gentle, and his tone was tender, you avoided his gaze, choosing to observe the durasteel floor rather than let him see the shame rising in you.

"It's the memories," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's your mother again, isn't it." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I just-" you broke off, feeling a lump rise in your throat. "I just- what if she was right? What if I am broken, what if it is my own fault that I failed for so long? What if I can't keep this up, what if I fail again? I don't know, I just spent all day remembering everything she told me, and I thought..." You finally wrenched your gaze away from the floor, looking up at your Supreme Leader through eyes full of tears, praying that he would see the cry for help in your expression that you were too afraid to put into words. "What if I don't deserve this, either?"

With that final admission of insecurity, you lost what little composure you had left. Silent tears began flowing freely down your face as you sunk back into the ocean of memories that had been threatening to drown you for most of the day.

A voice with all the tenderness and softness of a spring rain cut through your thoughts, pulling you out of your daze.

"Come here, darling."

Obediently, you crossed the throne room. As you approached the dais, you looked up at him, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. He had shifted in his seat, his new position an implicit invitation for you to join him on his throne. You kicked off your boots and ascended the dais, gratefully climbing into his lap and bringing your knees to your chest, melting into the body that was so familiar to you. He pulled you close to him, one arm supporting the small of your back, the other hand pressing your head to his chest despite the tears creating ever-growing dark spots on his thin shirt.

"Shhhh," he murmured. "Listen."

Obediently, you quieted your breathing, paying attention to your senses. Slowly but surely, you found the steady sound of his heart beating in his chest.

"Good girl." A pause, then he continued, impossibly gentle. "Now, match my breath." Obediently, you observed the rise and fall of his chest, then adjusted your own to match.

Inhale.

"Good." His hand stroked your hair.

Exhale.

"Just like that, darling. In..."

Inhale.

"...and out."

Exhale.

"You're doing wonderfully."

A moment of comfortable silence. No strife. No memories. No galaxy to rule. Just the two of you, breathing together.

The way you were meant to be.

He spoke again, continuing to caress you. "Remember where you are."

Inhale. Exhale.

"You are here, with me, and you are safe."

Inhale. Exhale.

"You deserve every star in the galaxy, every atom in the universe."

Inhale. Exhale.

"You deserve your place at my side."

Inhale. Exhale.

"Your mother was wrong. You deserve everything you have. And every time you are with me, I thank the Force for allowing me to rule with you by my side."

"Thank you," you murmured, words muffled from being spoken directly into his chest. God, you loved him, but managing to find the words to express that out loud was impossible.

His voice spoke inside your mind.

"Don't bother. I already know."

You felt, rather than saw, the smile that backed his words.

"If the memories ever bother you again, come find me. I'll help you."

A beat.

"You never have to face this alone again."

You sat there, pressed against him, too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. Grateful to simply be with someone who had vowed to always be by your side.

"I love you," you thought.

"I know."

-

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[hornybydaylight]

hot tears [sfw; Quinten]

a/n: who needs therapy when you can project on to a cute boy (me, twice a week)

Tw: This fic includes implied/mentioned csa. It's all about working through trauma.

this is a No Forgiveness for Freddy house. all my homies hate 2010!Freddy

Quinten Smith/ gn reader

You settled on Quinten’s thighs, knees pressed into his hips as you grinned at him, leaning in to bop your nose against his. You watched as the corners of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled, rubbing his nose on yours gently. You lifted your hand to cup his jaw gently, pressing your lips to his, soft despite the light chapping.

You’d both been through so much, and stealing these moments together was a welcome break, a truly peaceful moment. You’d been drawn to him the moment you met his sad, sleepy eyes over the campfire and he’d given you a hesitant yet genuine smile, crooked and beautiful. The two of you had grown closer and closer since that first moment.

You only really realized how much he meant to you when one day, when the two of leaning against a log in front of the fire with the other survivors, Quinten had slumped against your shoulder, his breathing evening and slowing with sleep, that you had pressed a kiss into his tousled curls without thinking. You had jerked away in shock the moment you processed what you were doing, trying to get your pounding heart to slow and trying to act natural. It was then that Meg and Feng began giggling quietly together, and you knew you’d been busted, that you caught movement out of the corner of your eye and watched in disbelief as Quinten raised a hand and flipped them off.

“Come back?” He’d murmured quietly, turning his face up and into your neck, breath warm on your throat. You complied, pressing your hot cheek into his curls as he nodded back off.

It had become a habit after that, cuddling up together by the fire while he took little naps. Occasionally, you also slipped into sleep, lulled by his warmth and the safety you felt when listening to the others’ voices as they exchanged stories. Eventually, it led to the two of you slipping off to be a bit more intimate in private, and other than a few winks or raised eyebrows, no one had questioned you on it.

It was casual, easy, to slide your tongue into Quinten’s parted lips, fighting the urge to smirk when he tilted his head up a bit more, opening up for you. God, he felt so good, all slick and warm and pliant, and it sent off a little spark in you, a primal feeling of want blossoming in your belly. You kissed him just a little deeper in response to it, pressing even closer, wanting to feel the pressure of him against you. His back arched away from the bark of the tree he was leaning against, a quiet moan rumbling out of his throat; you gave a flick of your tongue, an appreciative hum in response. And then his hips bucked up against yours, thighs flexing, and then he was-

he was jerking away from you, gasping out “Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- to do… that- to you, I didn’t want you to feel- I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t-” in a rushed breath, his hands shaking as he raised them to press his palms over his eyes.

“Woah! Hey, Quint- baby, it’s okay. Everything’s okay!” While you couldn’t keep the air of surprise and confusion out of your voice, you tried to sound calm, reassuring, as you reached forward to grasp his wrists gently.

“Fuuuuck. I’m so sorry.” Quinten’s voice was muffled, and his shoulders hunched forward as if he were trying to disappear. He didn’t sound panicked anymore, but he did sound embarrassed, throat tight with unshed tears. Your mind raced, unsure of how to respond or what to do.

“Babe… it really is okay. Do… you want to talk about it?” You gave a light squeeze to his wrists, before continuing, “You don’t have to but… I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. Or- uh, do you want me to move?”

“No… or, uh, I mean you can, I uh- I’m sorry.” Quinten’s hands pressed harder into his eyes, and you could see his knuckles going white. “I… should probably explain but I- I don’t want you to have to hear about- I mean it’s not- I want to be good for you, I don’t want to be like- I don’t want to make this- us- weird, I mean.”

Your brow furrowed as you listed to him, his voice pitching up back into a ramble as he seemed to get nervous again, and so you did the only thing you could think of to comfort him. You scooted further up his lap, lacing one had through his curls and pressing his head into your shoulder, holding him close. His leaned back into your hands and he pulled away just enough to slide his own hands away from his eyes to clutch onto the back of your shirt. When he nuzzled into your shoulder, you could feel warm dampness start to soak into the material. The feeling of his tears made your own heart start to race, your own throat starting to feel tight with your own tears. You pressed kisses into his hair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You won’t make it weird. You always make me feel amazing, and I want to do the same for you. If you don’t feel comfortable, or ready, to share that’s okay, I won’t hold it against you, I promise. But I do want to make sure that I’m not doing anything that will make you uncomfortable.” Quinten’s eyes finally met yours, his brow heavy and furrowed, and you can see the confusion breaking through the panic. His hands finally settled onto your hips, and though his fingers were twitching into the material of your shirt, he seemed to be settling.

“No, you’re not making me uncomfortable… I’m- I’m making you uncomfortable.” You could tell Quinten was trying to clarify the situation, though it was clear you were both confused.

“I’m not uncomfortable.Why do you think I’m uncomfortable?” You titled your head slightly, worried if you were too still, or stared too long, he’d spiral again. He tucked his face back into your neck, fingers flexing to press lightly into your skin.

“I’m uh… I was hard.” His face flamed with embarrassment, and even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it warm against your neck. You hummed, fingers trailing through his hair gently. You let your hips settle more heavily on his thighs again, anchoring the two of you together, not wanting to push but wanting-needing to connect.

“That doesn’t make me uncomfortable, Quinten. It makes me feel good, that you feel good. I like it.” You guided his head away from your neck, making eye contact, studying his face for any tells of what he was thinking. “I like touching you, and I like it when you touch me. Do you like touching me? Do you like when I touch you?”

“Yes! Yes, of course I do, I just thought… I was worried it felt to you how it did to me, and I didn’t want to make you feel how he-“ Quinten’s eyes were wide, his rambling going frantic again, and then it was like someone had hit his power button. His mouth snapped shut, and his eyes squeezed closed as tight as they could, and his fingers froze against your skin. His flush was gone, and instead his face was rapidly turning a sickly white. It took you a moment to realize he wasn’t breathing, as though he was afraid even his own lungs would betray him.

You cupped his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You pulled him toward you slowly, pressing his forehead to your collarbone, and began a slow, steady pace of exaggerated breathing. You moved your hands to squeeze his shoulders in time, murmuring “In… Out” with each squeeze and release.

Eventually, his breathing evened, and you could feel the hot soak of his tears on your collar. His hands reached around your back again, pulling you closer. He opened his mouth again, and you interrupted before he could.

“Do not apologize. It’s okay. You do not, could not, and will never make me feel like that, Quint. I love you. You love me. We’ll take this one step at a time, and see how far we get.” You spoke steadily, even with the rage and sorrow and horror boiling in your throat, with tears blurring your vision. Now, you let your voice into a murmur though, just enough for him to hear, “Thank you for telling me. You’re so strong, Quinten, and so brave, but I know how hard it is to confide in people.”

Quinten gave a low chuckle, but there was none of the bitterness you were afraid you’d hear, instead, he just sounded tired. “I don’t feel strong… but thank you. And I- I feel the same. I love you too, and I know you love me.”

Your eyes met again, and though both of you were teary, you both managed a smile. You leaned in, just barely, and he lifted his chin to meet your lips, hand raising to hold the back of your neck.

“I’d like to try again, uh, eventually, I mean, not now but. Soon?” Your smile bloomed just a bit further, and you pressed it to his lips again.

“Soon,” you promised, “but for now, just hold me?”

And he did, until you both managed to fall into a surprisingly restful sleep, curled around each other.

#quentin smith #Quentin x reader #nightmare on elm street (2010) #dbd quentin #dead by daylight #gn reader

[curse-me-like-you-mean-it]

Trading Places

Aged up Yuuji/Reader/Sukuna

Warning: 3 way, cheating, switching bodies, spit kink, thigh riding, PWP, I think that's it.

Word Count: 1881

Minors DNI

Nothing was better than Yuuji’s soft lips. Especially when they’re pressed tightly against your own in a ferocity found deep within your love for each other. “Baby,” he grunts while tugging at the hemming of your shirt. His lips barely left your own as you helped him strip off the fabric.

Yuuji is one to find pleasure in the admiration of your body. He loves to travel his hands down each curve and dip of your body. Between the entanglement of his fingers in your hair or down to your lower back.

The coveted lips found your once again; however, it felt like a harsh reality instead of the possession of love. His body felt heavier against your own.

The coveted lips found your once again; however, it felt like a harsh reality instead of the possession of love. His body felt heavier against your own.

“Oh does princess want some dick?” questioned a raspy tone. The once wandering hands found your hips and applied hard pressure to the supple skin. You felt yourself sink deeper into the mattress while fingers dug into the skin.

“Sukuna,” you gasp. He had the ability to take the breath out of your lungs. The peppery kisses turn to teeth marks. You should’ve known that the King of Curses was going to make an appearance. He usually comments from the cheek of your love the moment your shirt hits the floor; however, this was new.

You remove your lips against his to see the familiar lines across what used to be your boyfriend’s face. Sukuna grinned down to meet your eyes. His tongue ran across his bottom lip to wetten the bruises caused by Yuuji and you. “Don’t look too scared or you’ll regret it.”

“What are..?” Your voice is muffled by pulling your lip with his teeth. A guttural growl grunted from deep in his chest. He released your lip long enough to press another kiss against your lips. His hips ground into your own so you can feel his growing erection. It was thick and leaking against the fabric of Yuuji’s pants.

The kiss felt fiery like a mess of sloppy angst and lost time. As soon as you get used to the constant press of Sukuna’s fingers into your hips, the pressure decreases. The kisses become a soft mix of light pecks and rolling of his tongue.

You open your eyes to see the faded tattoos. “Yu?” you question. Your chest rises and falls in tune with his own breath.

Yuuji pants a smile while placing a hand against your cheek. “Yes, baby. Who were you expecting?”

Your boyfriend notices your change in demeanor as you realize what is happening. “Are you okay?” His hand leans down to touch your cheek. “Do you want to continue?” Yu was giving you an out. The two of you never discussed what would happen with Sukuna. Yu made a promise that his other half would never come out without explicit warnings.

“I’m alright.” Your voice spoke before your mind had time to process the situation you put yourself into. The smile on his cheek became wider as if in agreement. Your own breath caught in your throat as if you agreed to a curse.

Yuuji pulled you up to a sitting position to remove your bra. His thumb massaging the tender skin. Soft, tender touches that left your nipple standing on edge. “You look so pretty, baby.”

Your head falls against your boyfriend's shoulders while whimpering. You didn’t know if his teasing or thought of lying to him was going to set your face a burning flame. You move to straddle his thigh while rutting your aching clit against him. “Yu,” you moan before biting into his neck.

The cries didn’t stop him from twisting and pulling you back into him. A few kisses to your neck set every hair on edge. The rolling of your nipple became harsher. You cry against his skin only to see the same tattoos as before.

“Fuck,” you curse while pulling away to see the same smirking grin. “Such a slut. Grinding against my thigh. Not telling your boyfriend that another man is pleasing you as well.”

Your body naturally tries to squirm away as Sukuna moves his tyrannical hands to place you still against him. “Did I tell you to stop, slut?” His teeth replace the missing fingers. Sucking and nipping at your nipple. The sloppy mess he was making was nothing compared to how much of a mess your cunt grinding against his leg was. Dripping juices made your underwear sticky.

His hands forced the angry movements against him. “Sukuna,” you grunt while gripping tightly to his shoulders. His name felt foreign. Each movement of his hands guiding your swollen clit sent shivers up and down your spine.

“Baby, don’t get off before I enter you,” mumbles the soft tone of your boyfriend. You realize you’ve been rutting against his leg without the extra stimulus for a little while. “Here. Let me strip this off.”

Yuuji moves to help tug off the pants. You wiggle out of them, feeling the whiplash of the two men. Your underwear was soaked and sticking to your throbbing pussy. “Yu,” you whimper while fumbling at his own pants. “Please. I need you.”

“You’ll get me baby,” your boyfriend says while pushing you back against the mattress. “Be patient.” Your eyes lock onto Yuuji’s. His smile made your heartbeat a speed against your chest. “I promise I got you.” His kisses started from the ending of your breast and peppered down. A single finger ran up and down your clothes slit. The other hand spread across your hips to keep them steady.

Each kiss was emphasized with soft praises of how beautiful you looked or how much he’s going to ruin you. Once his lips found the outside of your soaked underwear, he placed a soft kiss to the lips. Your hips lift into his face as if a desperate plea to quench the ache that thrived under the thin cloth.

Yuujo strips off your underwear and tosses it into the void of your room. For a moment, your boyfriend seemed to be in awe of your beauty. Breathless and trembling for him. “Yuuji,” you groan while squirming from his gaze.

He pulled your legs onto his shoulders and found peace lapping up everything you’d give him. The pink-haired man spent time ravishing your cunt. Each lick felt like you were being sent to heaven. Long broad strips turned into kitten licks at your clit. Your body twitched with each change of pace.

Your hands found a mixture of writhing into the sheets or messing up your boyfriend’s hair. Suddenly, the pace changed again. Rather than switching between the two types of licking, there was now a fevering pressure to your clit. A finger moved to fuck deep in your cunt.

You grunt out while finally finding a place within his pink hair. “Shit, Yu,” you grunt through tightened teeth and hooded eyes. “Keep going.”

“Wrong person, bitch,” Sukuna said against your clit. “Moan my name or you’ll never cum.” Sukuna kept to his word. The waves of pleasure that threatened to crash died quickly without the constant pressure of this tongue.

“S-Su,” you stuttered before a slap hits your inner thigh.

“Lower, bitch.”

“Sukuna,” you moan as the finger picks up speed. “Please let me cum.”

His lips turn up while glaring down at your quaking body. He moved up enough to wipe away your glistening slick. “I told you to beg for me. Now beg my name you slut.”

The two of you stayed there with threatened eyes as the sounds of harsh breathing filled the room. “Please let me fuck your face Sukuna.” Your voice was a quiet whisper; however, it was enough for him. His lips went back to sucking and lapping heavily at your pulsing clit. His finger curled into your clenching pussy.

Your orgasm caught you by surprise. It made you call out Sukuna’s name while grinding your hips into the air. Sukuna rode you through the surprising orgasm until your harsh breath was all that was there. You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed until you looked up to see the heavily tattooed vessel formerly known as your boyfriend.

Sukuna gripped your jaw. “Open it up,” he growls. You furrow your brow. Your sleepy, post-orgasm haze makes you a little fuzzy. The king of curses grip tightens on your jaw. “Open your mouth before the brat comes back.” You do as he asks.

A thin line of saliva falls from his lips into your mouth. “Good little slut,” he says. He lets go of my jaw in enough time to watch the tattoos slowly fade off his body.

“Yu?” you whisper. Your shaky hand reaches to caress his cheek.

“Yes baby?” he questions.

“Can you fuck me know?”

He looks down at your trembling face. He nods while stripping off his pants and underwear in one movement. Yuuji pumps his dick a few times before moving the tip up and down your lips. One push in and you’ve taken every inch he gave you. Filling you with one quick push.

“Fuck,” you both grunt in unision. “You feel good baby,” says your boyfriend as he leans into the space between your neck.

Your cunt flutters around his girthy length. Yuuji always waits for your comfort before continuing to move. Soft moans fill the room. A few grunts and simple “fucks” replace your moans.

Yuuji picks up speed quickly. Each thrust feels better than the last. You knew that both of you won’t last too long. Especially if there is a trade in between the two. However, the trade never came. Yuuji’s thrusts began getting sloppier.

His tip was hitting the sensitive spot deep within you. Your hands grip his back in a desperate plea to finally cum once again. The knot burned heavily within your stomach. “Shit, baby. I’m gonna-.” Yuuji didn’t finish the words before he came. Thick ropes of cum sunk into your pussy. Each one felt hot within you.

“Yu” you beg. With some last strength, Yuuji finds your clit and does soft circles while pumping the remaining cum deep within your tight hole. Finally, the rope is cut again and you fall over with him. Giving one orgasm to each man.

Your boyfriend's breath felt hot against your ear as he gave sloppy kisses. “Did you enjoy your present sweetheart?”

“What present?” you question while turning to look at your boyfriend in the eyes.

“Sukuna’s a fun ride, right?” he questions.

“Wait, you knew baby?” you question.

“Of course I did. He’s going to be mad. You may want to rest up because round two is going to be rough.”

Masterlist

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[ha-hatdog]

little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

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Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

***

Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

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