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vader-anakin · 8 months

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Not Just Ken - Ken x f!Reader

Alright so I'm still thinking about the whole story behind the last post I made, trying to give a chance to a new story and I'm fascinated by Ryan Gosling as Ken. Still giving it a shot, at least for now it's only some fluffy stuff!!.

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It was a very hot and dry day, you got your favorite iced coffee from the shop and headed back to work. You had just had lunch and enjoyed the rest of your work break, in the midst of a tireless routine of clients who would still visit your office that day. Walking faster, among countless people who were also running through the streets of Los Angeles, you bump into a man who you hadn't noticed in your field of vision. The blonde, who you thought had just stepped out of a Calvin Klein shoot, dropped grotesquely and almost "hard" to the floor, letting out an "ouch." You quickly reach out his hand to help him up, and only then do you notice how his eyes are deep blue, his teeth perfectly aligned, and his muscular body exuding sensuality.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?", you said as soon as he stood up, smiling at you even though you just dropped him on the floor.

"Hey, it's not broken!", he exclaimed excitedly, checking his left arm, twirling the limb that was still in place. "Hi, I'm Ken," he said, reaching out to shake your hand.

Wondering the way the guy kept a good mood even after being bumped into and falling to the ground in the middle of hundreds of people, you accepted to greet him. "I'm (y/n). I'm really sorry I didn't see you, I'm getting back to work and I'm in a rush".

"That's alright, wow you're so pretty!", said the blonde, still keeping a wide smile on his face. You smirked, getting lost in that impeccable, almost unreal face, forgetting you were rushing to get back to work.

"Well thank you Ken, it was nice meeting you", you said and turned on your back to keep doing your way to work. Even though it would be a good chance to meet someone, you weren't sure it was the right way, maybe it was just a coincidence, and it wasn't supposed to be like that. You reached the sidewalk and as you were about to cross the street looking at both ways, the man was there standing behind you, with a playful smile still. Well that's kinda creepy, maybe he's just going the same way you are and that's all. You crossed the street and turned your left as you're approaching your building as you come back to your office. Looking back, you realize he was still following you. Ok, this is beyond creepy.

"Uh, do you work here?", you asked and raised a brow, watching him shake his head no. "Then why are you following me?".

"I thought you were nice and I don't know anybody here, maybe we could hang out!", he replied. Was that a fucking joke? Why the hell would someone you only know for about 10 minutes wanna "hang out" with you at your work? "I can't right now, I have to work and my schedule is really busy. But maybe some other time". You tried to sound nice and not one tiny bit mas and sort of scared, but he frowned and your head turned into a giant question mark.

"OK, I can wait", Ken said, and gave you a side smile, showing he understood you. You had no idea what to say so you just waved at him and entered the building. That was so awkward and not to mention very random to happen, but the guy seemed nice. Maybe he had a disease, maybe he was autistic and you didn't know, maybe maybe maybe.

Hours after you finished with your last client, you let out a loud sigh as you were really tired and just wanted to go home, take a shower and get some rest. At the ground floor, as soon as you got out of the elevator you saw a bleached hair sitting in a chair reading a magazine about horses and country stuff. I can't deal with this again right now, you thought. Even you tried making a different way to the exit he would probably see you, so that's why you sat next to him.

"Hey, (y/n), I've been sitting here all day waiting for you!", the tall guy lowered the magazine and stared at you with a cherished smile still on his face. HE WHAT?

"What? Why?", as confused as you were, you thought it might be better if you called someone and tell them there's a guy out there who may be lost. Everything was so weird.

"I left Barbie Land and I don't know anybody here. I tried to make friends but they seem scared of me", he replied and your brain flipped at the sound of "Barbie Land".

"AH okay, Barbie Land? Where is that?", you asked but you weren't sure where this conversation was headed. You heard him sigh, closing the paper on his hand before looking at you.

"You have to take this trip with a car, a spaceship, a boat and rollerblades before getting here, so if you wanna be there you do all of that but in reverse". He explained it with so much conviction that you couldn't tell if he really was a person with some condition, in which the parents could have lost him. That could only be it, nothing made sense in your head. Okay, he really looked like a doll, but that story sounded really bizarre. "You don't believe me", he let a sad gaze as you were still trying to follow what he said. Ken lowered his head and let out a noticeable noise of disappointment..

"I- uh... it's not that. It's just... a very weird story". You looked at your smartwatch as the clock hit almost 6:30 PM. "What about your parents?". You know by the look of his face he was an adult, but you were in denial as to what the hell he was talking about. "I don't have any parents. In Barbie Land we only have Barbies and Ken's. Some Allan's too".

Well ok, he sounds so serious about that story, maybe you should give him a chance and talk to the guy. You invited him for a walk to the same coffee shop, sat in front of him as he was looking at the menu. "So you like horses?", you asked and he stared at you, smiling. This man is always so smily and happy. "They're my favorite animals. I would love to have one of them. How about you?".

"Cats and dogs I guess, but turtles, specially sea turtles are cute", you grinned when he made an "aww" face. Everything was still a little tumultuous, the whole conversation seemed out of touch with reality, but you were trying to keep your sanity and trying hard not to get paranoid about the whole thing. "So tell me about you, Ken. You're from Barbie Land, that means you're a doll right?".

"Yes, I am. I can show you if you want. I have all the genitals". Okay, what? You laughed at the way he said it, but the look on his face showed he would like it to be true. Probably he really didn't have any genitals. "I can also stand on tiptoe and if you notice I don't have body hair". Yeah alright, not having any hair on your body doesn't mean much, but we all have some hair. And he was always walking on his tiptoes which is hardly something people do unless they're doing ballet. Still, it was too weird. "I also don't have a heart". He said like it wasn't a big deal, but when he grabbed your hand and pulled it on his chest, you couldn't feel a pulse. And then you knew it.

Holy fucking shit what the actual hell was that? You tried not to show you were definitely surprised by the fact you were actually talking to a doll, but you squeezed his skin and he didn't flinch a little. Ken never stopped smiling, unless the subject was Barbie, who you learned, wasn't in love with him. You also learned that even though he didn't have a heart and didn't know what feelings were, he was always jealous of the other Ken's and felt sad about Barbie, that was why he decided to left Barbie Land.

You got home about almost two hours later, took off your shoes and left your purse by the counter, giving space for the blond man to get in the house. You both agreed he would sleep on the couch until you figure out what to do with him, who made sure he wouldn't leave the real world until he finds out how to bring the patriarchy to the other world.

"Thank you for making me company today. I'm still upset Barbie shot me down", he said as he sat on the couch, getting rid of his cowboy boots, the bandana and the hat. The look on his face explained why he decided he would leave their Land and stay in Los Angeles.

"Hey it's okay. We don't need to depend on someone to live our life", you sat next to him and held his chin, this chilling energy traveling through your body while he kept his gaze at you. "You're gonna survive, but for now I think it's best you get some rest. I'm gonna shower, you can shower after I'm done too".

"We don't sleep and we don't take showers either", he grinned. Ok, that makes sense. Dolls don't need to sleep and neither take a shower. Might as well don't eat either, since he didn't drink the coffee, but couldn't hurt to offer him something to try out.

"That's right, I'm sorry. I know you usually don't eat either, but are you willing to try and find out how to eat? As long as you're staying here maybe you could learn some human stuff". You smiled and headed to the kitchen, you quickly made a chicken and ham sandwich for him, handing him the place. He spent a good whole minute looking at the slice bread until he realizes he didn't know how to swallow the food, and then when he could finally do it Ken made a sound.

"That's really good, (y/n), thank you so much". With a smile, you left him enjoying the food and hoped in the shower. After a few minutes, you put on your pajamas and went to the kitchen to grab some food, watching him lying on the couch singing some tune you had no idea which one. The man ate his whole sandwich, you saw as the plate was sitting empty on the table in your living room. This man is something else. While you were heating your food you were trying to figure out which clothes to offer him to wear since you're a woman and didn't have any good clothes for the giant man in your couch. "Uhm, I'm going to find you some clothes but they might look pretty short on you", you sat on a chair close to the TV and looked at him, while he was still singing the song and "playing drums" in the air.

"It's okay, (y/n). I can lay on my underwear, it's not cold for me anyway", Ken smiled. You thought if he wasn't a fucking doll he would definitely be teasing you, but ever since you met him you've come to realize everything he does is just plain innocent. You two spent a few hours watching TV together, you were trying to explain what a TV show was when you told him you liked to watch some of them. He tried to understand the best he could, but he wasn't so sure he got the idea. Before you went to bed, you brushed your teeth and walked to the living room to say goodnight to Ken, who was already on his underwear, looking at your book shelf. The strap read "Ken" around it and you blushed at the sight of his sculptural body.

"G-Good night, Ken", nice. You were already acting like some teenage girl with erupting hormones. Never saw a man naked before? Many times, but they weren't that good looking.

"Oh, good night (y/n). I hope you have a good night of sleep", he turned around smiling and you wish the lights were off as the man's bulge was definitely getting all of your attention. His eyes are a little up above you pervert. And after all, he does have a genital. At least in this world. Maybe he just doesn't know he does and maybe it's for the best of both of you.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Building Harry's House: Music For A Sushi Restaurant

A/N: a itty bitty baby chapter for you lovies 💚 oh and...TYSM FOR 1500+ FOLLOWERS??

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it. (1.5k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

Previous Song Here! 🧦 // Building Harry's House masterlist // SINCE 2010 masterlist

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

Harry pulls open the glass door of the small sushi restaurant and steps aside for YN enter in first.

As the world is still trying to progress through the pandemic, businesses were slowly but surely opening up their doors again. As much as the couple missed interacting with other people and found some comfort in a crowded area to blend into, it was nice to be in a public place again. Plus with the added protection from their masks (both from the virus and privacy from paparazzi) it puts them at ease to think they look a little less recognizable. Especially when they trade in their colorful trousers, cardigans, and jewelry for hoodies and sweatpants.

So after being escorted to a booth and handed paper menus, they discard their masks and Harry sees his girlfriend’s beautiful smile once again.

YN leans over the table a bit and whispers, “It’s kinda like m’undercover with these on.” She giggles, waving her pink mask between them. “Feel every ninja-like.”

When she goes to put her mask on the table beside her, her hand accidentally knocks against one of the glass sauce bottles. Harry reaches for it just before it hits the table, no harm was done but it did make a rattling noise that caught the attention of an older couple sitting at a table across from them at the tiny restaurant.

YN quickly looks away and stares at the wall as she tries to hold back her laughter while Harry gives an apologetic smile to the on-lookers before they go back to their meals.

If he were out with other people, he probably would have decided right then and there to try to quickly but politely make the dinner go a little bit faster since they’ve been spotted, probably text Jeff to give him a ring with a fake excuse to go home.

But how can he even think to leave when she puts her hands beside her face to hide her cheeky smile? A faint blush to her cheeks and her eyes sparkling with amusement? It’s a pleasant change of pace to have the urge to stay at the restaurant for as long as possible rather than flee the scene.

“Excuse me? Can I have more green tea please?”

Right as the waitress nods, her eyes squinting in a smile under her mask and walks away, the couple give each other an amused but confused look when they hear an all too familiar “cou cou!” sound through the speakers of the restaurant.

“Ah nothing like a depressing song about our past to get me in the mood to eat some raw fish.” YN snickers.

“S’very romantic.” Harry agrees with a playful smile on his lips.

“Just makes me wanna get up and dance. Oh wait, hold up—” YN hovers a hand over her chest, pumping her chest up and down to the beat of the song like she’s about to break dance. Her stanky face crumbles into a smile as she joins Harry as he laughs.

He really can't believe how far they've come since that song was created. They were both in a place of confusement and horrible communication, both never expressing to each other their true feelings for one another which lead to their inevitable heart break. But as Harry sits across from the woman he loves, he knows that he's the only one who she calls him 'baby,' that he gets to hear her beautiful accent every day—from either phone or person—thanks to the fact that they actually talk with one another about anything and everything. In a way, Cherry still remains a 'pathetic' song of their past but oh what a great reminder it serves in times like these that tells them they are nowhere near where they used to be.

“This is really strange music for a sushi restaurant.” He says through a mouth full of rice. “Wouldn’t that be a cool name for an album though? Music For A Sushi Restaurant.”

YN nods, giggling when she reaches over to thumb away some sauce away from the corners of his lips. “That does sound pretty wicked. But then I feel like you’d be stuck to a certain theme though. Maybe for a song?”

“Yeah. I like that.” Harry nods.

“How do yeh think it’d sound like?” YN asks, mindlessly pushing some leftover rice together with her chopsticks. And that’s yet another thing he loves about her. The way that they both share a keen interest in music, constantly hearing new melodies in their heads before they even get a chance to write down their previous one.

“Mhm, maybe something funky. Like, you could be walkin’ down the street to it.” Harry softly begins to adlib a slow bass line, his hand gently patting against the table to make a beat. YN moves her head along to the beat before she experiments with a line:

“Green eyes, fried rice. I could cook an egg on you. Bum bum, bum bum, coffee on the stove.”

“Wait, did yeh just call me hot?” Harry playfully gasps before he leans in close and asks in a whisper, “Is this you telling me you fancy me?” He giggles and shields his chest with his arm as she throws her balled up napkin at him.

“I tend to do so much writing in the studio, but with this one, I did a little bit here and then I went home and added a little bit there, and then kind of left it, and then went into the studio to put it all together. That was a theme across the whole album, actually.” Harry explains and a soft smile inches its way onto his lips. “This record was recorded in a couple different places in different parts of the world. One of my personal favorite places that we made a song was at YN’s home studio in LA.”

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

You know I love you, babe

"Dunno. M'kinda stuck on what rhythm I should do for that." Harry says from behind the glass window, putting his hands on his hips.

The production team has been over at YN’s LA home for a couple of hours now and they all migrated towards her guest house that she converted into a home studio. The place was spacious enough for a little recording room in front of the huge console panel, racks of guitars and a seating area. Along with some other fun decor, the walls were covered in various silver, gold, and platinum framed record plaques of either her own records for other artists’ songs she worked on.

YN pouts in contemplation. One thing that she loves about this team, about the atmosphere Harry created for everyone, is that she feels comfortable enough to throw out ideas for songs and everything it entails without judgment. Add her confident, strong headed personality to the mix and she doesn't feel a bit bashful when she says, "You can make it sound like an orgasm?"

All the men in the room, including their videographer Mike, raise their eyebrows at the unexpected suggestion. It certainly isn't the craziest suggestion they've ever heard, tried, and kept, but it does still catch them all by surprise.

Harry loves that she's able to throw in fresh ideas and on various occasions, keeping everyone on their toes.

"So like scale it upwards, yeah?" Harry adds, throwing her a nod through the glass window.

"And make ‘em a bit whiny at the ends? Oh, and gimme one of yeh scream-growl thingies.” She gives him a thumbs up before playing the track again. When she leans back in her chair, she does a double take at the group still staring at her. "Whot?"

“This song is right up my alley: the harmonies, the funky bass and guitars, the horns—ugh!” YN throws her head back with a slap to the armrest of her interview chair. “He has a little Pentatonix moment in this song, too—who am I kidding? He has many, which I am absolutely livin’ for."

If the stars were edible

And our hearts were never full

Could we live with just a taste?

Just a taste

"Give us somethin' sexy, Mitch." YN says into the recording booth speaker before spinning herself around in her swiveling studio chair. The production team has been on a roll with the making of the song for the past three days, everyone coming into her home studio with an eagerness to create something fun.

Mitch just shakes his head with a barely there smile before he hears Harry’s interlude again. His fingers quickly press on the wired strings to create the guitar melody YN came up with earlier. Everyone waits in anticipation to hear what he’s going to bring to the table and like always, he never disappoints.

With very little body movement, Mitch moves his hand down the neck of his guitar, the new riff lowering in scale and it has everyone’s jaws on the floor. Harry has his hands frozen in his hair in disbelief while YN literally gets up out of her chair and pretends to leave the room.

“I think that since we kinda made it very causal-like, just staying at me house for a couple of days, it made the production process really fun.” YN beams at the camera. “I fookin’ love this song, mate, I can't get over it. Like how can you just sit down and listen to this song?”

Then there’s a video compilation moment of the production team through the making of the song:

YN in the recording booth sliding her hand up and down her bass guitar as she grooves to the music through her big studio headphones.

A clip of Mitch sitting on the velvet couch in YN’s studio with her standing on the cushion next to him as she dramatically plays the air guitar to his solo.

Another clip of Kid, YN, and Tyler working at the huge console panel all the while Harry dances behind them. He bounces from foot to foot, his hands moving close to his chest with his palms facing outwards.

“After Fine Line, I had an idea of how I thought the next album would open. But there’s something about ‘Sushi’ that felt like, ‘Nah, that’s how I want to start.’" Harry chuckles, sliding his fingers down the corners of his mouth as he smiles."It becomes really obvious what the first song should be based on what you play for people when they’re like, ‘Oh, can I hear a bit of the music?’ It’s like, how do you want to set the tone?”

Next Song Here! 🍷

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sh0ek0 · 1 year

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after hours (part 2)

please find the other parts via my masterlist or the #sh0ek0 tag, I'm having some trouble with my posts not showing up in the tags and I think the links are messing this up

genre: angst, smut, dark content, kinda all over the place content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! mentions of alcohol and drug use, name calling, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, violence, emotional abuse, choking, rough!megumi, slapping, threatening with a gun, Russian roulette, manic kinda episode, I should honestly stop romanticizing this kinda behavior, still: probably more but I am new to this pairing: Megumi x Reader word count: about 6.5k

summary: After Megumi beat up Choso at Yuji's and his houseparty, you're left drunk, high and confused. You start looking for him and remember an incident from your past before you sneak out of the apartment to meet up with your abusive ex, trying to rekindle your toxic relationship.

I'm so sorry this second part took me so long. Again: I don't want to talk myself down and I love writing, it's so much fun but I am very critical of myself and I really think this is trash compared to all the other amazing writing on here. So, THANK YOU SO MUCH for bearing with me and hyping me up. Every single like I got on 'heartbeat' really made my day <3 (I am terrified of posting so brb logging off for a few days help)

recommended songs: Formula - Labrinth / The Hills - The Weeknd / After Hours - The Weeknd / The Zone - The Weeknd / Streets - Doja Cat / Wicked Games - The Weeknd

You stumble through the open door onto the roof terrace. There are people staring at you and some of them seem to recognize you - you knew people were talking and you were old enough to just not care about that kinda shit anymore. They haven't been through what you've been through and if they decided to judge you? Well that was on them.

Right now you needed to find him. Megumi reacted the way he did because he loved you. You knew that. You pass by a table and a few lounge chairs and recognize the people sitting there from your college lectures. A girl, you remember her name to be Yue, waves you over.

"Y/N! Hi, are you alright?" she asks and you can hear a tiny bit of concern in her voice as you stumble and bump into one of the chairs.

"Hi, uh, yeah 'm fine." you answer and shoot her a smile, fumbling with the sleeves of your dress before you drop into the chair you just bumped into. Your head was spinning while you were desperately trying to process what had just happened inside but it was too much, it was too loud, too many people, too much booze. Everyone around you seemed to have the time of their lives while you were stuck inside your mind.

You reach for the half-empty bottle of vodka that was on the table in front of you and pour yourself a glass. It would definitely not help you to get any clearer in the head, but it would calm your nerves. Or at least you could just escape this mess for a few more minutes.

You put the glass to your lips and down its contents before filling it right back up. You can feel the stares of the guys sitting next to you. You never bothered to speak to anyone in your lectures and you didn't even know their names but apparently they seemed to enjoy seeing you in this state.

Under normal circumstances you wouldn't give them a single glance and you would’ve snapped at them for staring at you like this but now, as drunk as you were, you didn't even notice how far your dress had ridden up, or the spilled liquor on your cleavage. The wet fabric clung to your boobs, exposing you without really exposing you.

"Hey, slow down." Yue laughed as you down another shot, taking the bottle out of your hand. You look at her before leaning back in your chair, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

"Listen I actually don't want to bother you any longer," you frown, unsure what to say next "just 'wanna know if you saw Gojo or Megumi I- I am looking for him." you say, unsure if Yue could understand you over the music.

Yue looks at you. You know she understood you because you can see pity in her eyes and you immediately regret asking her in the first place. You told yourself that you didn’t care but you still hated that everyone around you had their opinion about you and your relationship. No one dared to say it out loud, but everyone thought the same. Even your friends.

"Well, I don't know where Gojo is but I saw Megumi passing by just when I came out here," She moves closer to you to pull your dress down, glaring at the two guys that were staring at you.

"I think he left." She looks at her hands, obviously searching for the right words to say to you.

Yue leans over to you. You weren't exactly close but apparently most people on campus knew about the ups and downs in your relationship. People really liked to talk.

"Y/N I guess your friends are really worried about you," she says gently, trying not to cross your boundaries. "You should really stop looking for him - I mean everyone saw the bruising on your neck-"

Well, so much for not crossing boundaries.

"Megumi would never hurt me." you protest, cutting her off.

"-people say he threatened you with a gun after an argument escalated." Yue carefully put her hand on your leg and you flinched.

"That's bullshit." you laugh, getting flustered. How could this even have spread around? You told nobody except Maki.

"That’s not what happened." you whisper.

"You don't threaten someone you love with a gun." Yue said in a sharp voice. You look at her, completely thrown off guard.

"Yeah and I guess you don't stick your nose in other peoples fucking business." you hiss and lean on your hands to lift yourself up out of the chair, a little bit wobbly on your feet. You grab the bottle of vodka from her hands and stumble in the direction of the terrace door.

You feel tears well up in your eyes as you remember that day a few weeks ago. It happened in your dorm room again, you just came home from another lecture. Grabbing you from behind in complete darkness, Megumi covered your mouth with his hand to keep you from screaming as he pressed cold metal to your temple. You will never forget how utterly and absolutely terrified you were.

You will never forget the look he had in his eyes when he threw you against the wall and made you face him. You could see on his face how much he enjoyed having absolute power over you.

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"You fucking stalking me now?" he spat at you, holding you against the wall of your dorm room by your neck. Your throat still hurt from the last time he did this to you.

Megumi had an old revolver in the other hand and pointed it at your head. "What the fuck did you think you were doing last night? You are fucking crazy, Y/N." Your body was shaking, he sounded so angry it completely scared the shit of you.

Would you let him treat you like this for the rest of your life?

"You were fucking some other bitch last night you fucking asshole," you screamed out, cutting him off. "I fucking know it! Stop bullshitting me I fucking heard you through that door." You started crying.

"You telling me this after you sucked off some random guy at the party you were at? You fucking kidding me?" - "We just kissed an-and I was drunk-" you started explaining but got cut off as Megumi pulled you towards him by your neck before slamming your head against the wall. You let out a muffled groan.

He was still holding the gun to your temple and you were scared shitless that it would go off.

”'We just kissed and I was drunk'” he mimicked your voice and you cried out in pain. Your head hurt, your face was scrunched up and your eyes closed.

”You are a fucking whore, Y/N, and you don't fucking own up to your actions. You’re a fucking slut and you think you deserve to get treated like a fucking princess.” Megumi spat at you.

You started bawling.

"At least that bitch wasn't as fucking annoying." Megumi huffed.

"I really fucking hate you." You yelled at him.

"Leave me alone, stop touching me." You felt a headache coming on, your head was throbbing and tears were flowing uncontrollably down your face. "I hate you."

How could you keep on doing this to yourself? You slowly came to the realization that nor you were scared of him neither you were scared of him being violent. You were simply scared about the fact that no matter what he did to you, you couldn't stop loving him.

"I know you do." Megumi answered.

He took his hand off from around your neck and you felt the cold metal leave your skin as he slowly lowered the gun. Your pulse pounded against the spot where the barrel had just been pointed at and you see the usual blank stare returning to his face.

"You're abusive and a fucking psychopathic maniac." you cried, trying to catch some air.

He just kept staring at you with emptiness in his eyes, watching tears stream down your cheeks.

"I hate the way you're making me feel, Megumi." you added quietly, staring at the ground.

"I know." he said.

You sniffled, tears still streaming down your face.

"Can't you just leave me alone already?" you said, rubbing the bruising on your throat with shaky hands. You didn't even believe yourself and the words that came out of your mouth seemed so far away. As if you were standing next to yourself and listening to some other person talking.

"That's what you want me to do?" he asked in a calm voice and lifted the gun that was still in his hand.

No you didn't.

Megumi opened the chamber of the revolver in his hands. You saw that it was indeed loaded when he dropped the six bullets into his hand and slipped five of them in his pocket. He then placed a single round back into the gun and spinned the cylinder with his thumb.

You stood there in silence and watched what he was doing.

He lifted the gun and held it against your forehead. You closed your eyes, unable to stop your body from shaking. You begged him to stop.

"Megumi, stop, you’re scaring me, please stop that." you pleaded. "Just leave me alone, please stop-"

Not until you felt him pull back the gun did you dare to open your eyes. Your cheeks were wet with tears and as soon as you opened your eyes, his gaze met yours. His dark eyes looked so empty as he put the barrel to his own head.

Your heart stopped once again.

And then he pulled the trigger.

You squealed and instantly flinched but you could only hear a silent click! - the gun didn’t go off.

Suddenly it dawned on you what he was up to. Even if you didn't quite want to believe it, in the condition he was in right now he would have been capable of anything. Even of something as crazy as this.

And you were so fucking scared of how far he would go this time.

"Megumi- stop p-please STOP." you sobbed.

He was manic. Completely out of his mind.

"You asked me to leave you alone." His voice eerily calm, as always. He closed his eyes and grimaced, pulling the trigger again.

Nothing. No loud BANG! just a faint metallic click!

Watching him almost put a bullet in his head a second time had traumatized you. If he hadn't managed to do that by now, he certainly did at that moment.

"Megumi- PLEASE- please stop this." you screamed hysterically and reached out to him, your hand now touching his chest.

"Please stop, I-I love you- I love you so much- p-please stop I don’t want you to leave me, please-" you wailed. Your body followed your hand and you leaned against him, head buried in his chest. You felt so weak, barely able to hold yourself on your feet. You sobbed and cried into his chest, staining the fabric of his sweater with salty tears.

And you could feel that his body was shaking as well.

You didn't dare look up at him. After a minute that felt like an eternity you finally felt his arm wrap around your waist, stone-cold metal now pressed against your back.

Megumi’s chin was resting on top of your head and he slowly pressed his lips to you hair, inhaling your scent while planting kisses.

"Next time you ask me to leave you I’ll kill us both." he whispered in a cold voice and you nodded, barely noticeable.

"I love you." he added and you closed your eyes.

He loved you. That was all that mattered to you.

You could never love another man, not even if you wanted to.

***

You made it back inside on shaky legs, your heels were way too high for the amount of booze you had in your system by now. You screw off the lid of the bottle in your hands and take a sip. Looking around you spot none of your friends except Yuta but he didn’t seem to notice you.

He’s sitting on that very couch you were sitting on with Choso just a while ago and at a second glance you can see that he’s making out with your roommate. Maki didn’t seem to notice you either, as she was completely distracted by Yuta’s lips and his hands all over her body.

Under other circumstances you would have been quite excited about this turn of events - you knew how long Maki had been crushing on him. And you also knew that Yuta was the one who fell first, given how he acted around her and how he looked at her like she was the only woman on the planet.

But now you were way too drunk and way to invested in finding Megumi to care about anything else. You push past a few people while drinking from the almost empty bottle, trying to find the front door.

After taking a few wrong turns you eventually find yourself standing in front of the door through which you had entered the apartment a couple hours ago. And just as you put your hand on the doorknob, you feel someone snatch the bottle from you.

"What the-" you start and turn around, looking at pink hair and a deeply concerned face.

"What are you doing? Let me get you home." Yuji was completely sober again, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I really need to get som' fresh air Yuji, please jus' leave me 'lone" You slur, struggling to stay on your feet.

Yuji held the empty bottle in his left hand and grabbed your wrist with his right to keep you from falling.

"Y/N, please, don’t go out there by yourself. You can either sleep in my room or I’ll get you home." He tries to pull you away from the door but you stand your ground.

"Please just let me gooo." you beg, impatiently stomping with your feet after finding your balance again. "Let me go." you insist and try to pull your arm away from him.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Y/N" Yuji says and you have literally no idea on how to get out of this situation. It was not like he would just let you leave like this.

"Listn' I really don' need a babysitter and I have an Uber waiting for me, so please just lemme' go." you lie to him, hoping he would be satisfied with that.

"Bullshit, you did not call an Uber. That’s like a five minute walk, we’re right next to campus." he busted your lie. "What are you really up to, huh?" Yuji asks.

Choso and Yuji indeed lived right next to the campus. You had always asked yourself how they were able to afford this huge apartment and you figured that Choso not only consumed the drugs he hid here by himself - but also dealt them. That would explain at least a few things, for example all the people who constantly went in and out of here.

After a while of not answering him, Yuji finally lets go of your wrist and looks at the ground.

"You're looking for him, don't you?" he asks after meeting your gaze again. The look in his eyes made you feel so terrible and ashamed.

"Listen, he’s my best friend too, but he just beat up my brother and that look on his face? I don’t know Y/N, he looked like he was capable of anything in that moment." You tried to avoid his gaze, but no chance. It seemed like he pinned you to the wall with his eyes alone.

"I'm not looking for him- I'm-" you start when suddenly you get cut off by a few guys that were calling out for Yuji. As he turns around for a split second you immediately take advantage of him being distracted to open the door and slip outside.

You quickly walk in the direction of the stairs, your head spinning but you try to stay composed and take one step after the other before finally stumbling through the door downstairs onto the street.

The sky was completely black, not a single star in sight and the only light was coming from a few dimly lit street lamps. Thankfully it was still relatively warm outside.

You take a few shaky steps away from the building, still a bit afraid Yuji would follow you. You were in no condition to run from him.

For a while the sound of your heels on concrete is the only thing you can hear until you notice the faint buzz of your phone in your purse.

MEGUMI: "Meet me outside. I'll wait for you." Your heart starts beating faster.

The text was from about 30 minutes ago so you figure that you didn't have a signal upstairs in the apartment. You look up from the screen and turn around, trying to find where Megumi was waiting.

You flinch a little when suddenly a parked car on the side of the road starts its engine.

You recognize the black pickup truck and as the lights inside light up for a brief moment, you see Megumi sitting in the driver's seat. Your vision is still a bit blurry and your head’s dizzy but your legs are already carrying you towards the car.

He really expected you to come looking for him.

You open the car's door and slip into the passenger seat without saying a word. The lights inside are dimmed and you can only see his pale, slender fingers on the steering wheel. His dark clothes swallow him up and the hood of his sweater is pulled down over his face.

Megumi did not say a single word either, his face turned towards the windshield in front of him.

"Y/N!" you hear someone call out for you as you close the door behind you. Looking through the window you spot Yuji at the entrance door of the apartment building. He's holding the open door and watching you get into the car.

"Your dog’s already looking for you, huh?" Megumi asks without expecting an answer and starts the truck. He drives off before Yuji could even think about running after you.

Yuji's eyes were full of concern and yours were full of guilt as you turn to face him, but you quickly lower your gaze. You couldn’t stand looking at him. You knew how desperate he must feel right now.

At this point you wouldn't blame your friends if they never spoke to you ever again. The hours they spent worrying about you, the evenings they spent trying to talk you out of your relationship with Megumi.

It was all for nothing.

You slip out of your heels and throw them to the back of the truck. Megumi looked at you, one hand on the steering wheel. He watched you while you were rubbing your aching feet, trying to ease the pain from walking in these goddamn high heels for hours.

With his free hand he stroked your thigh, motioning you to put your legs in his lap.

"C'mere." you hear his deep voice and you hesitate for a second before you stretch your legs out towards him. He starts massaging your freshly pedicured feet with one hand, the other one gripping the steering wheel tightly. His eyes were focused on the road in front of him.

You close your eyes for a moment and enjoy the sensation of his touch, your whole body was aching and this right now was a blessing, no matter how awkward the situation was.

After a few minutes you feel the car speeding up. You knew that Megumi was probably still drunk but you also did not really care about it. It was not a big surprise to you that he would drive drunk and it was also not the first time he did this.

For a really long time neither of you said a single word and you were just enjoying his touch on your skin, without having to fill the silence.

"What were you thinking?" Megumi was the first to break the silence, eyes still fixated on the road. His voice was icy and it made you shiver.

"What d’you mean?" you ask, pretending to be clueless. Your head starts spinning a little as you open your eyes again.

"Don’t play dumb." Megumi huffed, looking over to you, directly into your eyes. "I mean you, sitting in Choso's lap, behaving like a slut in front of everyone."

"Mhm." you answer, turning your face away from him. You switch on the radio. 'After Hours' by The Weeknd starts playing, probably from some playlist you made for him.

"Technically, I wasn’t sitting in his lap." you say. You're not sure you would have had the courage to say that if Megumi hadn't been busy driving.

Even though you’re unsure of what to say next, you didn't want to submit to him again. You did not want to make yourself so small anymore.

"Shouldn’t the question be: Why the hell do you even care?" You shift your weight and put one foot up on his thigh, stroking his crotch through the fabric of his pants.

The last bit of alcohol in your blood gave you at least a little courage.

"It’s not like we are together anymore." you say teasingly as he looks over to you again.

Megumi grabs your leg, pushing it back down roughly. You wince, as his grip on your ankle is a bit too harsh.

"Ouch." you protest and he lets go of you. You send him an innocent smile and tilt your head to the side, as you continue to stroke his thigh with your foot. You feel a bulge growing in his crotch just seconds later

"So why does it matter to you?" He doesn’t answer. You see the grip of his hand tighten around the steering wheel, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he keeps on caressing your feet and legs, trying to push them down or hold you still but you don’t let him.

The two of you just sit in silence again, listening to the music without talking to each other.

"It matters because I don’t want to see that fucking bastard all over you, acting like he owns y-" Megumi says after a while but you cut him off.

"We’re not together anymore and you don’t get to beat up anyone I am involved with," You snap at him. "Cut your fucking bullshit Megumi, I am sick of this."

You don’t know how to feel. This is all so confusing - a big part of you is annoyed with him and so hurt and heartbroken, but the other part, probably even bigger, wants to nestle in against his chest and leave as little space as possible between the two of you.

And he knew that, too. That smug piece of shit knew you inside out, and acting was not exactly your strength.

"Then why are you here?" he asks and glances at you, both hands on the steering wheel again.

You think for a moment, look over at him, then out the window again. You skip to the next song and loll your legs in his lap now sitting on your side and resting against the back of the car seat.

"I guess I make terrible life choices and besides, you almost hospitalized my one chance at some superficial sex tonight so you have to deal with me now." You say, trying to sound almost bored. Or at least unbothered.

Megumi swallows, eyes still fixated on the road. You figured that this was not what he wanted to hear but to your surprise you hear him chuckle seconds later.

Well, as you had already noted: he knew you too well.

"Nah, don’t bullshit me." he sneered. "You started looking for me as soon as you arrived at that party. I saw you disappear with Yuji immediately after."

Megumi ignored your little show of pretending that all of this left you completely cold and you just wanted to end up in someones bed. It was a show after all.

"And I saw you getting out of that bathroom, holding hands with my best friend." You cross your arms. "Wearing the dress I bought for you. "

"I doubt that you wanted Choso to fuck you tonight." Megumi huffs, his deep voice making your heart race.

"I doubt that you wanted anyone else’s attention than mine." He was so right.

After a few more minutes of sitting in silence with the music playing softly in the background and Megumi driving off into the darkness, you roll the window all the way down. He looks over to you as you lean your head out slightly, hair waving in the breeze.

You take a deep breath and lean out a bit further, supporting yourself on the window frame. As you arch your back a little, your breasts start to perk up and you close your eyes to fully enjoy the cool night air blowing in your face. Besides the music and the sound of the engine it was so quiet outside. The world was asleep and somehow that comforted you.

You feel Megumi’s gaze on your body. His hands act upon his thoughts as he starts stroking up your calves, over your thighs and further up under your dress. You lean back inside and your eyes meet, but as always you couldn't quite read his expression.

You slowly pull your legs out of his lap and rest your feet on the dashboard. Without breaking eye contact you lift yourself up out of your seat, pulling up your dress a little and taking off your panties. His eyes widen for a second but he seems to try his best to stay composed.

In your perception, you didn't have much power over him. Not after he managed to read you like an open book once again. He was right about everything he said, even if you wish it was different.

You only went to that party because you hoped something like this would happen.

Megumi would probably not make that statement - even if it didn't seem like that to you, he knew you could bring him to his knees with the blink of an eye.

He swallows hard, turns away for a moment to look at the road and looks right back at you again. You feel his hand run across your thigh, squeezing gently.

You meet his gaze with the most innocent smile on your lips before you throw your panties in his direction.

Megumi's lips twitch as he takes a look at the pair of panties lying in his lap.

"I knew I was right." he says with a smug grin on his lips. You notice his eyes immediately scanning the road for an exit and you giggle as the car takes a sharp turn off into some run-down construction side.

"Well, you better hurry up, so you can make up for the amazing sex I would’ve had if it wasn’t for you." you purr and look up at him from big doe eyes.

He glances over, looking you up and down

"I will definitely make you regret saying that out loud." Megumi hums before he brings the car to a halt in the shadow of an unfinished building.

You roll the window back up and climb over to him without thinking twice, straddling his lap in the drivers seat. He grabs your hips to bring you into the right position and you smile down at him before you lower your lips to his neck.

"Promise?" you ask and feel his hands move all over your body before sliding under your dress, pushing it up and squeezing your ass with both of his hands while you’re leaving hickeys on his pale skin.

"God, I missed that feeling." he groans as you grind down on his lap. You can feel how hard he already was while dampening the fabric of his pants with your soaking wet pussy. You pull back for a moment and look into his eyes. Just seconds later your lips crash down on his, wet and sloppy as you hold his face with both of your hands.

His hands move further down your ass and you moan into his mouth when his fingers reach your slick heat, sliding through your wet folds. He teases you, circling your clit and your clenching hole lazily with two fingers. He deepens the kiss before your lips part with an audible pop! and you’re left to catch your breath.

His lips wander along your jaw and the side of your neck while your hands move from his face down his neck and over his chest, further down to his pants. Megumi’s hands are back on your ass to lift you up a little so you can try and open up his belt to pull down his trousers. With a hasty movement you relieve him of his pants and grind down on him immediately after.

You flinch a little when you feel his leaking tip brush against your sensitive clit. Letting out a quiet whimper you start grinding on him again, sliding his hard dick through your wet folds. He pulls you into another kiss, gentle at first before he nips at your bottom lip and then bites down hard. You pant and slide your tongue into his mouth, making him groan in return.

You pull away and look deep into his eyes, arms now wrapped around his neck. Megumi pulls you up again by your waist, positioning his cock at your wet entrance. You cry out in pleasure just as he pushes the fat tip of his cock inside you without giving you any time to adjust.

"Ahh, 'gumi! Fuck-" you moan. You lift yourself up again, the sensation of his dick filling you out being just too much to handle for you right now. Megumi looks at you, a crooked smile on his lips. Hands on your hips and lower back he pulls you closer to him, you can feel his hot breath against your neck.

"Too much?" He breathes into your ear. "Guess you didn’t fuck around after all."

"Good girl 'been waiting for me." he whispers, caressing your back with one hand before he thrusts up deep into your tight pussy, bottoming out completely. You squeal but have no chance of escaping him as he holds you in place with both of his hands.

"Ah- Fuck! Fuck- Megumi-" you whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"Shit- How are you so fucking tight?" you hear Megumi growl though clenched teeth as he holds you down for another moment to keep you from moving. Finally his grip on your hips loosens a little and you start grinding up and down, picking up the pace. Still, you felt how much he hated not having full control over you so he kept on guiding you with his hands.

He watched your pussy swallow his cock whole, going so deep and hitting spots inside you that made you cry out in pleasure and pain, his thick girth stretching you out just right.

Megumi is quick to push your dress further up your waist to expose your boobs, watching them bounce up and down as you keep on riding his dick. You moan out in pleasure while picking up the pace of grinding on his cock, making him pant and groan against your soft skin.

His gaze and hands wander all over your body, having your soaked cunt crush down on his cock even harder now that you were free to move however you liked. Megumi’s getting lost in watching your cute pussy bury him deep inside, creaming and slowly forming a white ring around his shaft.

Your head’s still thrown back in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sensation of your tight hole clenching around his thick girth, your moans and gasps and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill up the car.

He watches you in awe as you fuck yourself on his cock exactly how you need it, whimpering, moaning and breathing so hard as he puts a thumb to your clit, drawing harsh circles that make you flinch.

"You’re so fucking beautiful-" he groans, trying to catch his breath and coming back to reality as he notices your moans getting needier and your breathing getting harder.

"'Please 'gumi- need you to-" you babble, your grinding on his dick gets sloppier and after a few more lazy circles Megumi's hands move to your waist, squeezing the fat on your hips on his way up.

One hand on your waist, the other moving up, grabbing and squeezing your boobs before wrapping around your neck, he holds you in place as he roughly starts fucking up into you.

Your thighs were already shaking, his hand around your neck still squeezing tightly. You’re gasping for air while now being fucked at a brutal pace.

"Oh- Fuck- just like that Megumi-" you moan. "Please d-don’t stop- Just like that-" The quiet pleads leave your lips and you close your eyes, desperately trying to hold yourself up by supporting yourself with your hands on the window frame and steering wheel.

"You think Choso would’ve made you feel like this?" Megumi sneered, already leaving bruises on your neck by how hard he was squeezing down his hand. You try to shake your head but instead you can just let out a quiet whimper.

"Huh? You think he could’ve fucked you like I fuck you?" he spat, loosening his grip just as you begin to see stars forming in the corners of your eyes. You feel his hand on your cheek and a second later you hear a loud slap! followed by a stinging sensation on your face.

"I asked you a question." he growls, his thumb on your lips, pressing into your mouth. You begin to suck on it instinctively, your eyes half closed and your strength slowly leaving you because he was pounding so hard up into you.

"N-No- only you-" you whimper, voice breaking.

"Good girl," he praises "be a good little slut and keep squeezing me so tight." His thumb leaves your mouth and you fall forward a bit, losing the support of his hands. Your walls clench around him, turning you into a moaning mess against the hot, sweaty skin of his face.

"Fuck- such a good little whore for me, huh?" Megumi growls into your ear while your head rests against the side of his face. He��s still at a brutal pace, his thrusts getting even deeper and you can’t help but whimper and cry on top of him.

"P-Please- Can’t take n’more" you sob while he fucks into you relentlessly, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Please- Please let me cum-" you whimper, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Look at me." Megumi orders and you try to lean back again, supported by his strong arms holding you upright.

"F-Feels so good." you cry, squirming and wiggling under his touch, overwhelmed with the delicious feeling of his dick pumping in and out of you. He’s hitting all the right spots while your walls are squeezing him so tight. Megumi holds you in place, hands on your hips and lower back, not letting you move a centimeter to the side.

"Fuck- doing so good- now cum on my dick, be a good girl for me." Megumi groans, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. Tears roll down your cheeks while you look deep into his dark eyes, black strands of hair sticking to the damp skin of his forehead.

With every thrust you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter, with every brush of his shaft against your puffy clit you feel yourself getting closer to the edge until you feel that sweet release washing over your body with a final harsh thrust. Your lewd moans and your tight pussy clenching around his cock throw him over the edge just seconds later and you feel him pumping his load deep into you with a few feral groans escaping his lips.

"F-fuck- keep squeezing me so tight," he breathes into your ear, pressing your body as close as possible to his while you lazily continue to move up and down on his dick. "Good girl." Megumi moans. He holds you tight and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

For quite a long time you both are just trying to catch your breath, entwined in each others arms. The truck’s windows are steamed-up and only the shallow light of the moon falling through the windshield makes it possible for you to see anything at all.

"You’re something else." Megumi whispers after a while, his soft cock gliding out of your sticky cunt and his hot breath hitting your skin. He quickly pulls up his pants and pulls down your dress before he pulls you back into his lap, your body trembling under his touch.

"I missed you." he says and you feel so exhausted that you can only nestle into his chest, listen to his heartbeat and close your eyes, while he strokes your back gently.

"Let me stay the night. I’ll get you home." he whispers and plants a kiss on top of your hair.

"Not if you’ll leave me again." Your voice sounded so delicate and fragile, he had to pause and swallow before he could answer.

"I won’t." he says quietly.

"Please don’t leave me again." you repeat yourself and you feel a single tear forming in the corner of your eye that gets wiped away by Megumi’s hand caressing your cheek.

"I promise." You look up at him and he pulls you into a deep kiss. "I love you." you say quietly.

He doesn’t say anything.

"I still love you." You feel so vulnerable, it’s almost making you sick. "I don’t care about us fighting or fucking or obsessing over each other - deep down I know that I’m only capable of loving you."

"You’re the only one I want." You add in a low voice.

"I know." You hear Megumi’s muffled voice, his face is buried in your hair.

If only he could see the damage he did to you. How dependent you were, how much he was hurting you.

If only you could see how much you were pouring oil on his fire, how obsessed you were with him.

There was no happy end for the both of you and deep down you knew that.

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Is That What You Think? (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey! This is a quick Song Fic because I’ve had this song on repeat and I had a vivid image of several of the marvel crews reaction to hearing Reader sing this song. I picked one character to write for rather than a ‘Marvel character react’ kinda post (did that make sense?)

Anyway! Enjoy!

Theme: Comfort, Bucky helps, words of encouragement, you can read this as a mutual pining/love story or as a platonic friendship (up to you lovely’s)

Warnings: non really, swearing (mainly in the lyrics) negative self image.

*Bucky’s POV*

‘I don't go out much

'Cause parties are too much

And I don't need any more judgement’

Bucky didn’t make a habit of listening in to people singing in their room, but something about the lyrics mixed with the emotion in Y/N voice made him pause.

With trained silence, Bucky crept closer to the door, stoping when the muffled sounds through Y/N’s bedroom door became clearer.

‘So, you keep your gossip

You're cool and you're toxic

Already got someone who does it’

Bucky went to knock on the door, only to have his hand dangling in mid air as the door creaked open with the first tap. Through the now ajar door, Bucky watched as Y/N continued to sing, their large headphones deafening them to their visitors knocking.

‘It's me, and that voice in my head

Telling me that I'm better off dead

If you think that you can make me cry

More than me, myself and I

Well, go ahead and try’

Better off dead? Bucky thought, his body going still with the shock of the statement. Backing away from the door, the ex assassin took a deep breath as he felt the wall make contact with his back.

‘If you talk to me like I talk to myself

I'd give you the finger, I'd say, "Go to hell"

You can be mean, make it sing pretty well

But you can't say shit I don't say to myself’

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Bucky whispered as he moved slowly away from Y/N’s door.

‘Yes Mr Barnes?’ F.R.I.D.A.Y whispered back, the female voice so close that if the person existed, they’d of been right beside Bucky.

“How do I find that song?” Bucky asked, his voice returning to normal as he entered his rooms.

F.R.I.D.A.Y was silent for a moment.

“I could get the song up for you Mr Barnes. Or you could listening to it via Y/N’s public playlist” F.R.I.D.A.Y replied.

Bucky thought for a moment, before taking his headphones from the stand by his bed.

“Send it to my headphones please”

“Of course Mr Barnes” F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed.

*A few hours later*

‘I wish you could hurt me

So maybe when I bleed

I could blame somebody else

But she's sick and she's twisted

A bit masochistic

There's no point in calling for help’

As the chorus played again, Bucky made another note in his journal, his handwriting barely legible, as he scribbled to keep up with his own thoughts.

‘Like you're useless, you're stupid

You're hard to love

No one likes you, you're crazy, you're totally fucked

If you talk to me, like I talk to myself

I talk to myself’

Bucky paused the song, barely able to keep his emotions in check as he re-read the lyrics he’d noted down. Useless? Stupid? Hard to love?

“How can you think this about yourself Doll?” Bucky asked the silent room, his heart thrumming against his chest uneasily. With a sigh, he pressed play, hoping the song didn’t get any worse.

‘It's me

Yeah, that voice in my head telling me

That I'm better off dead

If you think that you can make me cry

Well, me, myself and I

Make me wanna die’

As the chorus played for the final time, Bucky could hardly see, his eye a blur as he read and re-read everything he’d written in his tiny black book. The Winter Solider sat motionless and unseeing for a moment, allowing himself to process everything he’d heard before reaching for the red pen he kept spare on his nightstand and getting to work.

*Your POV*

“Whoever’s knocking on my door at 1 am better have a good reason!” You shout as you stumble sleepily to your bedroom door. After a particularly turbulent mental health day, you’d hoped the extra sleep would help prepare you for a better tomorrow, but apparently the person at your door didn’t care about your beauty sleep.

“Who- Bucky?” Stunned at the Winter Soldiers presence, you stop your angry rant before it comes. Bucky looks disheveled in your doorway, the weak hallway light barely hiding the messy hair and stress lines on his face.

“Who died?” You asked, only half joking. Bucky didn’t blink, only stepping forward to envelop you in a hug. You hadn’t realised how ally you’d needed one until you’d felt his arms cross your body firmly, holding you tightly against him as you felt your legs buckle slightly.

‘We love you Y/N” Bucky whispers into your hair, placing a kiss on your forehead before letting you go.

“Of course i do, why are you saying that?” You replied, frowning at the man in front of you.

“We all don’t say it enough. Here” Bucky said, handing you what seemed to be several pages from his notebook.

“What?” You said, barely getting the word out before Bucky walked away.

“Read it” was all he said as he retreated back down the hall. Closing the door, you stared at the tiny bundle of notes in your hand, confusion shaking you fully awake.

Sitting on your bed, you unravelled the notes, looking at each page scrawled with black and red writing. Some of the writing was almost eligible; although it only took you a few moments to realise what you were looking at.

The song

You could see it now, the lyrics you’d woken up with playing in your head; letting you know that today was not going to be a good day to be in your own head. But something was different.

You could see the original lyrics, all of them scribbled in deep black ink but it was the red notes on the side that crisscrossed between the margins of the song.

Like you’re useless, you’re stupid What a ridiculous statement!

You're hard to love Bullshit! We love you, I love you.

No one likes you, you're crazy, you're totally fucked If i could climb into your head and tell you how all of this is totally wrong, i would. But I’m not asking Stark or that ant dude about the science of that.

Further down, where the lyrics talked about death, your breath hitched at what Bucky had wrote.

Well, me, myself and I

Make me wanna die.

How long have you felt this way? Do you feel this way all the time? Or just sometimes? Why don’t you come to us? Why don’t you come to me? You know we’d be here for you. You are loved, you are smart. You couldn’t be hard to love if you tried! Please read these notes when you need them. Please don’t suffer alone. We’re here. - Bucky.

It was the little red heart scrawled next to his name that broke the dam inside. Your tears spilling over until they spilled onto the page. You dabbed at the paper quickly, stopping the liquid before it distorted the only below.

‘Thank you’ you whispered into the darkness. You’d express your thanks, your love and your gratitude in the morning, but right now, all you wanted to fall asleep to was the deep red letters etched on the paper in front of you.

A/N: Hey guys! I wasn’t sure really how to end this one- you know when you get a half baker idea but it just won’t go away until your write it down? Yeah that was this story- yet no matter how much I though- the rest of the story wouldn’t bake! So apart from that, I hope you guys enjoyed this little story- I hope to make some more one shot fics soon

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junoswrlld · 8 months

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ᓚᗢCHAP 6 — BOO

summary: Kai, one of your closest friends, invites you as a plus one to one of his best friend's birthday party. but the bday boy is kinda cute…can you steal his heart?

this isn't proofread so like it might be a lil silly

going to the library with beomgyu. you'll totally be okay, just don't say anything stupid, or make him uncomfortable, or somehow embarrass him, or- well, who am I kidding, just play it cool. like you totally don't have the biggest crush on him.

walking down the seemingly endless hallways toward the library has your heart racing. "It's the school library, and there are probably gonna be people there, so we'll have to be a little quiet, right? Or will that just make things really awkward,,, oh em gee what am I even doing" you think. what are you doing? going to a semi-private place with your new crush? did he wanna talk about something specific? What's even happening? you'd think that after talking on the phone for four hours you'd be cool with meeting him in person, but if anything it might be worse since you were so comfortable on the call and are so nervous in person, he might think your just a nervous wreck and never wanna talk to you again but let's be for real, he's down bad.

nearing the library is one of the most nerve-wracking things you've ever done- well not really you're just meeting a boy, but still!! you're nervous and there's only a few more turns till you're at the library. "Should I turn around? pretend this never happened?" you think. "no that's stupid. I just need to suck it up"

the two large doors to the school library now only ten feet away. taking a step forward you remember what Minji told you, "I'll bring you a drink and check up on you" She always knew what to do, and how to calm you down.

as you grab the door handle and only creek the door open a tiny bit, you fully expect Beomgyu to already be in there waiting for you, but there's no one. closing the door behind you as you walk in, shyly looking around for him.

"BOO" Beomgyu grabs onto your shoulders from behind in an attempt to scare you, and it works.

"Are you crazy?! you scared the shit outa me, man!" Turning around to look the psycho in the eyes, you find yourself calming down after actually seeing him in person.

he giggles at your reaction, not expecting you to actually get scared "Oh my god y/n, we're in a library~ You shouldn't be yelling." he jokes. "There's so many people here," he said sarcastically, playfully hitting your arm.

a little stunned by the sudden contact makes you freeze for a moment, Beomgyu already acting like you two are so close making you a bit nervous again. "Oh whatever gyu" you replied in a joking manner. "Did you just wanna scare me or are you actually gonna show me your "awesome spot" hmm?"

"Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about that to be honest, I just want to hang out with you" he admitted as he started leading the way, reaching his hand out for you to hold on to. you reluctantly take his hand in yours, looking away from him, trying not to look at him.

An hour or so later you and beomgyu are now sitting together, shoulders touching, and sitting in Beomgyu's favorite place in the library, The both of you are just talking about your interests, and the books the two of you have read. you both are 10x more comfortable with each other, laughing at each other's jokes and talking about how certain books make you both feel.

"oh! Did you read Prince of Song and Sea? it's like the little mermaid from Prince Eric's perspective. I think you would totally like it." you exclaim, putting your hand on his shoulder and looking him directly in the eyes.

"You will have to send me the link to buy that y/n! it sounds so fun," he replies, putting his hand on yours.

you watch as he suddenly Is looking behind you, You turn around, following his eye line, and then see Minji standing behind you, drink in hand. "Hey y/n! hi beomgyu! what are y'all doing?" she says, handing you your drink.

"Hi, Minji! we're just talking about books n' stuff know?" you tell her as beomgyu nods in agreement. "Well sorry Beomgyu but I'm gonna have to steal her from you real quick," she tells him. "We have a lot of studying to do" a lie, but she didn't care, just wanted to gossip and have you tell her about everything that happened. you look at beomgyu and nod, also wanting to talk about him.

"Aw really? well, I'll see you at my birthday party yeah?" he asks as you stand up. "Of course! I'll see you then, Bye!" You wave at him, smiling widely as you walk away with Minji.

once you and Minji are far enough for him to not hear you she immediately starts asking questions. "Tell me everything that happened y/n! Was it good? I could hear you two giggling from the front door, so y'all must be getting along right?" she rambles on in a loudish tone.

"Jeez Minji I'll tell you everything, I promise," you say as you both walk out of the library, both giggling and excited to talk about boys together.

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"Is something wrong with this time of year? I thought March was pretty cool... are there creepy creatures of the dark that come out at this time or something? It seems like switching sleeping spots is freaking you out..."

"I don't think he'll mind. He doesn't usually hang out with people anyway."

... (Oh crap he's sad, think of something...)

"I make jokes! Like that 'poem' I just made up! Laughing at the things that make you worried softens them up quite a bit. It truly is the best medicine. That's what works for me, anyway. Yeah."

"I can cut travel time by running. At my fastest, I would say I could go at around 60-70 mph. I could carry you, if you'd like, but I'll have to stop quite a few times in order to rest. I am also ok with just walking, but I still felt like presenting that alternate idea. As for where we go, after looking at the map, I think we can go clockwise toward sky land, counter-clockwise, or make a full circle and end at sky land (if we would like to visit all of the lands). I would like to see the other lands, but I think it would be fair to let you decide which lands we visit. You know this place much better than I do."

"That's the name my siblings call me sometimes! The one I just told you about! Wow. How can I be 'Rango', when 'Rango' is standing in front of me?"

"It's cozy and wormy and warm!"

Topper: "Oh golly... I don't know what to do... And I don't want Rango to be annoyed at me for continuing to beg him to stay... I-I guess I'll have to try sleeping without him for a change..."

"Um... Oh yeah, no, it has nothing to with animals coming out at night... (That happens at all times of the year-) It's... About my old job... When the nights get warmer, the Koopa Troop starts expanding their reach a bit... Some guards will stay by the castle, and others will go out into the northern areas of Sea, Grass, and... Forest Land. To make sure no threat gets even close to the castle while everyone's asleep. And... I fear that if I sleep outside while some of the guards are in this territory... They'll find me, and... Make me go back... Or they might even do stuff to me right then and there... I'm not exactly supposed to be here, you see... I didn't "quit" my job... I ran away..."

"... DO YOU WANNA KNOW HOW I GOT THESE SCARS? I'll give you a hint. They're from my war days! But I didn't get them from a war. ... That's as much as I'll tell you... Not even Rango has gotten to know any details! I just really hate talking about it..."

Rango: "And, y'know, Emar... I am honored to be an alternate version of you... You're just so nice!!!"

Spewart: "Anyway- Snow Land is really cold. But they have lots of cabins and buildings for us to go into if we plan to stay for a bit. It'd be a great place for us to take our first break. They have "Public Napping Benches" all over the place, because the local species sleep literally all the time. Also, every creature there is super tiny, fluffy, and incredibly friendly! Buuut, if cute, fluffy, tiny things aren't your cup of tea, then we can skip it... There isn't exactly a lot to do and see... At least, not for US, anyway."

"Grass is kinda boring. They do have the carnival as their main attraction, but I assume you wouldn't want to go there... Plus, Rango would be pissed if we went there without him. Grass Land's main thing is agriculture, so they got tons of fresh crops and really good food... But again, if you don't give a shit about that, we can skip it. It does happen to be our parents' burial ground...... So, I'd prefer not to stay..."

"Sea Land is a beach. It looks so small on the map, because most of it is... Sea. I've been told the underwater area is huge... It resembles something another dimension refers to as "The Lost City of Atlantis." We can't go down there, though... The diving suit rentals are hella expensive and the locals down there speak Greek. The ground area is available, however. It is, like I said, a beach. Very nice."

"And then, my second favorite territory: Mountain Land. There's the mountain ranges above, and the cave system down below. It's like two territories stacked on top of each other! I mainly want to head to the caves, because they have the best taverns in the kingdom... (And the ONLY taverns, to my knowledge!) I always go down there when I'm feeling down on my luck to drink my troubles away~! You can skip all the other places if you want, but we WILL be going there!!! I've been craving liquor for the past three hours thanks to you-know-who."

"After that, we should arrive in Sky Land... I already told you a bit about it, so you'll just have to wait to see it in person. To get up there, though, we have to walk up the famous Rainbow Bridge, which is always... LOADED with tourists!!!"

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 2 years

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AHWM - A Voicemail to the Captain

You knew you would be busy. You knew you would be floored with responsibilities that seemed far greater than anything you could have expected. Yet, when caught in the middle of it all, you found yourself constantly surprised at the limits you needed to push yourself to. Being the most important person on the ship had a lot of responsibilities, and that was not including the mess with the crystal!

But, at last, you found a quiet moment where you could flee to your cabin to take a nap. Unfortunately, being too hasty meant you bumped against your desk while struggling to take off one boot, and something clattered to the floor. You spun around and realised it was your phone. Thankfully, it was unharmed despite the fall.

By right, you should have kept your phone off. There was no reason to waste the battery while in space. Instead, it became a virtual memory book. You would take time to look through photos of family and friends and remember what mattered most in your life. It would be a nice opportunity to do just that once your second boot was off.

Instead of your usual lock screen greeting you, there was a notification:

“1 New Voicemail”.

It was dated from three hours ago. But how? There was no coverage. In fact, your phone still displayed the error that there was no coverage at the top of the screen. Yet, somehow, someone had gotten through.

You sat on your bed and called voicemail.

"Oh shit. I, uh, I didn't think I'd get through.”

You gasped. It was Yancy.

“I was so sure youse’s phone wouldn’t be reachable but I wanted to try anyway. Ain’t like I got anyone else to phone, right? Uh…Y’know what, fuck it. I’m leaving a long-ass voicemail for youse to get to when youse get the chance. It’s October 30th… Uh, 2022. We met this day a few years ago, and I’s been thinking. It’s weird not having youse around. Not in a bad way! I mean, I don’t want you giving up on this dream of youse’s just ‘cause I miss seeing a friendly face. It’s more like… Well, being in prison, you gets to be used to seeing certain people, y’know? Like, there’s the Gang, and then there’s the staff that rotate depending on they’s shifts. But I ain’t used to having people on the outside, so not being able to see someone is just… Kinda weird for me.

But I’s been good since youse last came to visit as part of space camp. The song’s coming along great. Youse is gonna love it, I think. Bam-Bam confidently called it a ‘bop’ when he heard it so I’m taking that as a good sign. A shame youse couldn’t stick ‘round a bit longer but I gets it. There’s a lot to do with all that space stuff, and I ain’t gonna pretend I understand it. Youse looked like you was under pressure anyway, like you had somewhere else youse needed to be. Heh, guess that comes with the territory of doing important space stuff, eh?”

You winced, You had hoped he would have forgotten that. You felt bad being pulled away before you could really do anything.

“I’ve been listening to the news a lot more on my little radio. Normally, I hate doing that sorta thing. I don’t care what folks get up to out there. But I wanna know when there’s news ‘bout the space trip. I know, I know, it’s slow. Can’t help it though. Wanna make sure youse is safe out there! Not like I can go kick an alien’s ass on youse’s behalf. And yeah, I know you can kick ass just fine youseself, but youse is also a very important somebody out there. Can’t risk you landing in extra trouble - youse probably has gotten in trouble by the time you hear this, heh.

It’s a shame there ain’t no way to write letters, or even emails. I’d try and figure out how they work if it can reach youse. I mean, I’m leaving a voicemail. That shit’s ‘sposed to be impossible, but - hey!”

You snickered as you heard shuffling and voices in the background. It was distant, but you were nearly sure you catch Yancy snapping “Fuck off! Call them yourself, you cheapass bum!” in the background. Going by the faint voices, you were of the belief it was Tiny and Sparkles McGee poking fun at him.

“Sorry. Certain assholes-” Yancy’s voice grew faint for that word, giving you the impression he had turned his head to insult them, “- had decided it’d be funny to try and hijack my call. Nuh uh. I don’t got another chance to do this call any time soon and I ain’t gonna waste it ‘cause someone wants to share their fart jokes. What was I saying before that… Oh yeah. Once you gets to the new planet, if it’s possible, think you could write a letter or something? Just so I knows you got there safe. I-I mean, not that I’m super worried or nothing, but, ah…” He fumbled over his words, and you are almost sure he really was worried. “It’s for parole, see. One of the parts of the application is to say what you intends to do, and I’ve been thinking ‘bout it and… I thought I’d go on the next shuttle, if there is one. I got nothing worth going out there for, but that don’t mean I can’t look to a whole new place, right?”

A familiar automated voice interrupted to announce there were only two minutes left in the call, and it seemed to snap Yancy to reality.

“Look, uh… Fuck. You best be keeping safe out there, ‘aight? Don’t be getting into fights where youse is unarmed and outnumbered. And, er… Keep being you. I’m proud of youse, and I hope they get to see that youse is such an amazing individual who can really bring about change just by being you. And, for what it’s worth? I… I miss-”

The line abruptly cut, signalling the end of the allocated time. Immediately, you choose to save the voicemail. It would be comforting having a little piece of home so far away. Then, after a moment of hesitation, you decided to play it again, if only to have that moment of normality in the midst of the chaos.

#ahwm yancy #writersofmark #yancy the prisoner #a heist with markiplier #self-insert #(can be platonic or romantic)

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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year

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Wake up brain strikes again, I'm thinking this playfulness would be Ler!Sapnap and lee!George. "If you can catch me, I'll tickle you" reverse chase! The lee chases the ler around and if the ler is caught then the lee gets any kind of tickles they want

okay, FIRST of all, I just wanna say that this has been sitting in my inbox since probably the last week of november/first week of december,,,,,, and for that, i am sorry, I really wish it didn't take this long to answer, BUT. better late than never, or whatever wise people say

second of all, I went... a liiiiiitle bit overboard with this one, but I feel like the length makes uo for the wait, possibly? that's for you to decide

but THIRD of all, YES SLEEPY YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

im thinking is something along the lines of this:

george is in a pretty severe lee mood, but he flat out Refuses to admit it, so he finds sap in the movie room and starts provoking and bothering him to try and get him to retaliate and wreck him

sap catches on pretty quickly (it doesn't take long for him to figure out, he knows george's tells like the back of his own hand, plus hes not exactly subtle) and goes "okay. I know what you want, so I'm gonna make you a deal. I'm gonna run around the house, and if you can catch me, I'll tickle you in ANY way you want. deal?" pretty much exactly like you said!!

and obviously, george denies AGGRESSIVELY at first, and his cheeks turn pink at the PROSPECT of being lee and wanting tickles, because how DARE sapnap accuse him of something like that!! he is NOT lee, he does NOT want tickles, sapnap can shut his MOUTH, thank you very much—

.....but eventually, after sap is just Staring at him in silence waiting for him to crack, he giggles a little and goes "wh- uh... you- you said any kind I want?" and sap just goes "mhm :) anything you want. does that mean you're in?" and george just nods, very slowly, and sapnap goes "awesome! seeya, slowpoke!" and skitters his nails over George's tummy before SPRINTING out of the room and leaving George to squirm and sputter out a protest and scramble to run after him as he darts out of the movie room they were sitting in

and honestly I feel like George would like... kinda get lost in the game a tiny bit? not fully, he is still Extremely hooked on the idea of getting his tickles, but it would kinda slip his mind what exactly would happen when he catches sap, simply because he gets so lost in the act of actually chasing and catching him

so, when he manages to skip the top step of the staircase and grab sapnap's arm, successfully pushing him against the doorframe of george's own bedroom, he just giggles his heart out because he won!! he caught sap!! he did it!!!

until sapnap goes "okay!! you caught me, georgie, good job!!! how do you want your tickles?" and hes just like "oh 😳 right 😳 that's what's happening....."

and he would just keep giggling in that little flustered and squeaky way he always does as he squirms where he's standing, and he's like "I, uh... I didn't really– I haven't really thought about it yet..." and sap reaches forward and puts his hands on George's waist and goes "That's okay :) I can wait :) i have time"

and george's brain nearly short circuits, and he realizes he has to actually come up with something and then actually ASK for it out loud before sap does it, because sap can't read his mind!! but eventually he's able to get out "can you– do you think– can you maybe, like..." as he tries to ask for what he wants but gets caught up in his own brain

but, to take a break from the teasing and be a lil sweetheart for a bit, i feel like sap would hug him as he stutters through his words to encourage him as well :( he pulls George in by his waist, wraps his arms around him, presses his cheek to George's collarbone, holds him close and goes "anything you want, anything my gogy asks for, okay? whatever comes to mind"

and after some more whines and stutters and broken giggles and other noises, george works up the courage he needs to say “so, y-you know that... that claw thing you do to my– uh… like, my ribs? yeah i… i-id like that" and then he follows it up with "and- and maybe also, if you want, just like... some raspberries maybe? a few, or something like that"

and sapnap would pull back from the hug, smirk at george, and suddenly drop down to his knees and push george's shirt up to blow the BIGGEST raspberry on his tummy, and george is so caught off guard that he squeals and nearly crumbles right then and there

so sap does a few more until one well-placed raspberry right above his hipbone makes him go a little limp, and then suddenly sapnap lifts him up over his shoulder and brings him over to the bed, plops him on it, and straddles him to suddenly do little jellyfish and claws scratchies on his ribs :)

and george is just so giddy and giggly and happy and squirmy and wiggly the whole time!!! because!!! this is exactly what he asked for!!! sapnap KNOWS exactly what he likes!!! it's playful its fun it tickles its GOOD!!

and his little tickly hands are shaking around, going a mile a minute, and his smile is so big and he's already breathless from the running and the raspberries and the laughter and being thrown around so much and!!!!! he's just. so HAPPY!!! and sapnap thinks he's so god damn cute too, and he just can't stop tickling, and he knows george doesn't want it to stop either, so they're both just giggling together while george squirms underneath sap and glances up at him with the biggest, sweetest, tear-filled heart eyes sapnap has ever seen in his life when he's not squeezing them shut or shaking his head through his laughter :((( he's just the cutest little angel isn't he :(

#this is perfect sleepy thank you :)#again i am so so sorry this has taken like. literal actual MONTHS for me to get to #i hope nothing like that ever happens again at least not to this extent #but this is still soooo good i love thus concept so much #also special shoutout mush for letting me rant at them about this in order to formulate my thoughts more clearly <3 #youre the best mi gatito <3 #fav #lee!george #ler!sapnap #concepts / ideas #sleepy anon

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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REVEAL! REVEAL! REVEAL!

I can't believe it's here! It was so well put together too!! AAAAAA!!!!

The book the BOOK!! I'm so happy the book came back!! And oh man it makes so much sense now why they ripped out that page.. wow..

In Markiplier voice "THE LORE!! THE LOOOORE!!!"

Henry Emily clearly loves cryptids or at least has a strong passion for them and I love it! his love for them is matched with Y/N's, it'd be so interesting to have them meet each other, especially now after Y/N has befriended the elusive and dangerous eclipse demon >:3

The boys have a name!! Many names!! And they sound so cool!!! This one, kuroi taiyō (black sun?) is my favorite! I kinda wanna come up with more names that people all over the world could have used for them. 👀

“No,” you say quietly, urgently, “You’re not… You can’t be.” I love to finally hear these words come out of Y/N's mouth! You're doing it sweetie! You're doing it!! XD

The detector was right from the very first encounter. Rest it's soul. :'(

MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT!!! As always, the fights and action packed scenes did not disappoint, and the gore was as delicious as always~ Thank you for not shying away from describing the bloody and brutal bits, this story wouldn't be the same without it.

Lizard lady is dead! Heck yeah what a way to go!! I really like that she managed to so easily rip off one of Eclipse's arms, even as she was weakened. They were equally matched, however only one of them had something to fight for and protect.

"This will pass,” the demonic voices promise, “Your heart will slow. Your breath will calm. You will be okay. We have always stayed with you during nightmares.”

I DIED READING THIS. If I hadn't been on a train at the time I would have taken a break to empty my tear ducts fully. This is such a wonderful way to make it go full circle, so so so wonderful. They take care of you during your nightmares, even the real ones :'0

“It’s passing,” they growl softly. “You are here. You are safe. Breathe slowly, sunflower.”

“Oh, heart, you’re coming back,” the layered voice whispers in a low, husky sigh of relief.

THEY'RE SO RELIEVED AND SO GENTLE AND SO CUTE AAAAAA I'M GONNA CRY!!!

The KISS THE KISS!!! AAAAAAA!!!! They made a tiny noise to make it clear that it's a kiss!! Of course it's right on the old scar too! The tongue oh my god!! They're really bold to bring that slithery thing out so early for a quick taste!! XD

“We need to consume a heart—not yours.” I couldn't help but laugh at this slip sjdhdikd

“It’s taking much of our concentration to not collapse this very second." THEY MUST BE IN SO MUCH PAIN! STILL THEY'RE NOT SHOWING ANY SIGNS OF IT! THEIR CONCERN FOR Y/N IS TOO GREAT FOR THEM TO CARE! AAAAAAAAA!!! :'0

Another arm lifts, crimson digits gingerly clasping your shoulder. Your pulse quickens under their touch. You drop their hand. A low rumble vibrates their chest in soothing rhythms, like a purr. You wonder if it is, or the equivalent and this is their method of soothing you.

Ok! Two things here! I can imagine it'll take a while for the boys to differentiate between the quickening heart rate that comes with fear and pleasure. In the valentine episode they were still concerned when Y/N's pulse quickened from the pleasure they felt when being held. So I'm guessing the slow fade from fear to love will be hard for them to get through. Oh sweet sweet boys..

Ok and the other thing! THEY PURR!!! THEY PURRRRR!!!! :'D

“Why are you screaming?” DKCBHCHSKJSKFNDHFJS SORRY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY XD

What kind of food are they planning to "hunt" for Y/N??? 👀

Oh the way the boys reach out one animatronic arm and a demonic one when helping Y/N up has me melting! :'3

Naff. NAFF. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!! Following this story has been one of the most fun things I've ever done. I can't believe we're so close to the end.

Incredible chapter as always! Now please take care and practice all the self-care! Love you!❤️💖❤️💕❤️💖❤️❤️ *Kisses you on your forehead*

THE REVEAL AHH! I was so excited to write it and finally get it out there, it's been a long time coming!!! ♥

@lavenoon made this lovely comic that I think sums up such an interaction between Henry and Y/N. The two are birds of a feather and would nerd out so much over cryptids!

Yes!!! Black Sun! Please do come up with more names for the boys if you'd like, I'd love to hear them ♥ The boys haven't even told Y/N their personal name yet.

Awww, Meep ;-; That means so much to me, you have no idea ♥ I'm so happy you enjoyed it, and I especially love that you connect it back to the Valentine's Day episode because yes!!! They've never had the opportunity to understand the difference between excitement/pleasure in a human's pulse so all of it right now is just a pounding echo of fear to Eclipse. Which, for Y/N, is not unusual in this specific circumstance, but that will take a while for Eclipse to discover and learn.

Thank you so much, Meep! I will, and you make sure to do the same ♥ *smooch ya on the forehead*

#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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i bring u a silly lil idea in time for valentine's day but... 'forehead against forehead'' + raleigh and marisol 🙊 let them have a moment...

this was such a cute idea, thanks for letting me borrow your sweet girl for an adorable lil blurb, AJ!!! 💕💕💕

Raleigh took a long drag from their cigarette and watched the smoke dissipate into the cool evening air. The muffled music in the distance seemed to mock them, but they still couldn’t stop the rhythmic tapping of their foot in time with the beat. They missed the stereo they used to have in Ohio before it got stolen and tainted by the most god awful patriotic country tunes. Why some of the assholes in their old group felt so attached to a country that didn’t really exist anymore annoyed them more than getting constantly robbed by their own people.

Laughter from the party reached Raleigh’s ears. They leaned back against the bench and chewed on the inside of their cheek – probably a little too hard. A part of them thought that it couldn’t hurt to at least check it out, but they knew better. It was enough to simply enjoy some peace with a cigarette that hadn’t been sitting in an abandoned gas station for two decades.

As they took another puff, Marisol came walking by. She didn’t notice Raleigh at first, she was far too enamored with whatever she had cradled in her arms. Raleigh couldn’t quite make out what.

They quickly blew out the smoke and whistled at the girl. “Hey, whatcha got there?”

Marisol startled slightly, but as soon as she saw Raleigh, her face lit up. “Oh, hey, Raleigh! This is Cheddar.” She turned enough for Raleigh to see a small, furry little creature curled against the crook of her elbow. “She’s my friend.”

“Your friend? Jesus, it really is slim pickings out here. Morgan is friends with her stupid horse and your friends with a stupid rat.” Raleigh didn’t intend for that last sentence to sound so harsh. They tried to brush it off with a laugh, but it only made them feel like even more of an asshole.

Surprisingly, Marisol seemed unfazed. She happily sat right next to them on the bench. “Cheddar is actually pretty smart. And I wouldn’t exactly say it’s slim pickings.”

They nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

“You wanna hold her?”

Raleigh suspiciously eyed the animal that Marisol offered. It wiggled a bit in her hands, but her grip was gentle enough that it didn’t look uncomfortable. “It’s not gonna bite me?”

“Nope,” she confirmed cheerfully.

They tossed their cigarette into the dirt and tentatively accepted the rat. Cheddar started to crawl along Raleigh’s forearms, searching for a comfortable spot to hide. The sensation of her tiny feet grasping onto their clothes for purchase made them giggle. Then Raleigh anxiously glanced up at the sky, worried that a hawk might swoop down and snatch the damn thing right out of their grasp. That would just be their luck.

Marisol also laughed. “She likes you.”

They kinda liked the little rodent, too. “Maybe we’re kindred spirits or something.”

“I can see that,” she said, leaning into them. “Are you going to the party?”

“Nah, nobody wants me there,” Raleigh replied with a dismissive shrug.

Marisol’s features scrunched up in concern. “Who said that?”

“Well…” They kept their eyes on Cheddar and scratched her head between her small ears with the tip of their finger. “No one. But I can just tell, you know?”

Marisol watched for a moment as Raleigh stared down at their new pocket-sized buddy to avoid her gaze. She bumped her shoulder encouragingly into them. “Even if that were true, which it isn’t, I’d want you there.”

A bashful smile slowly came across Raleigh’s face and they turned to look at Marisol. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She laced her arm through theirs and leaned in until her forehead gently rested against Raleigh’s. “You wanna go with me?”

Raleigh’s heart felt like it might burst out of their chest as their smile grew wider. “Maybe that wouldn’t suck.”

#asks #my writing #oc insp: raleigh pierce #i hope i did your girl justice!!#she and Cheddar are just too adorable I couldn't resist #Raleigh loves them 🥹

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refried-ghost · 1 year

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I may have had a tiny but important epiphany for what it is I struggle with about writing so much.

I can't really feel out situations because I'm way too focused on the characters. (Also cause I'm kinda socially stunted but that's whatever.) I need to pull back a bit, cause how am I supposed to figure out what a character would do if I don't know what sort of tools they have access to? What's the setting? What sort of things would be implicit in it? And how can they be interacted with an interesting way?

I need to think more broadly in general and indepth in environment.

Like I've normally had a setting but typically in a more nebulous sense. An empty room with a coat of paint essentially.

These little epiphanies are coming to me in the form of reddit stories. And people just being helpful and kind.

This one was specific brought about from the story of the guy who thought his steak was too raw, but didn't wanna upset the host (his wife's boss). She went to the kitchen. He noticed the window was open and decided 'okay, perfect fix'. And throws at said steak at out the window. But it was closed.

And this post by @short-and-ugly which stuck me with some questions. Nothing really about the post itself, but self questions you know. Specifically the line, "My rule for writing Zim with this trait in mind is just, basically. Do whatever you think would be funniest." And the question of how. How do I funny in writing? How do I write the unexpected? These characters are from a comedy so why can't I even begin to think of being funny with them?

It's not just a setting thing though. Its thinking more broadly in general. Like Zim's an invader, he's got (likely out dated) the equipment an invader would have filling his base. So what's an invader's actual job entail? Study a planet for weakness. We know it's a lab, but what might fill it? You know? (Not the best example, but still.) That kinda shit.

It's real obvious shit. Writing advice I've heard countless times. That I just wasn't ready/capable to digest yet or simply wasn't explained in a way I could. Sometimes the obvious shit is the hardest to get though. In my experience anyway. (Not gonna think about that fact too much right now.)

Probably the most difficult thing about teaching is not knowing if your student truly has the foundation for what you're talking about. You can say something basic, but if they don't know why or how it's implemented it's just noise.

Straights vs. curves is great art advice, but I disregarded for the longest time, because it didn't make sense to me. I could try to use it but it wouldn't work cause I didn't know how to use it. Then I'm going through my course after years of having this concept floating in my orbit and it's explain in a way I can get the idea behind it. Even if I can't really verbalize it.

Now I'm just gonna say this is totally a me problem, not a teaching or advice problem. I obviously need a bit more structure in learning things then I've been reaching for in the past fucking decade (or two.)

I probably need to see about taking a creative writing course or something. The art course I've got is giving me immediately noticable improvement. But then again this all could be since I'm finally managing to rebound from my compounded burn out.

Anyway, I'm very happy right now! I appreciate the advice I've gotten! And am thrilled I'm breaking through a road block.

#probably need to draw a skoodge soon #refriedramblings #self notes

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vivienneastor · 5 months

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~ & kitchen convo : @aresmelaina

ares brings vivienne some soapworks supplies, and is rewarded with a beard-trim while he draws out some of her loss.

Ares Melaina: Hey. You are... Vivienne, right? -still a bit damp from the shower he took after his last raid, he makes his way into the community center kitchen holding his bag; plopping it down on the counter he opens it to reveal a bunch of white plastic containers- I got the lye you needed. I, uh.. got a lot of it, though. Some of these essential oils, too, since I was already there.

vivienne astor: -stops what she's doing, namely reading the label on a bottle of dr bronners castile soap, and stares at ares- Is that so? -greedily starts looking through the bag contents- When I asked for this, I didn't think it would actually appear in this lifetime. And you got oils? Did you choose them yourself?

Ares Melaina: I found an abandoned hardware store, and I guess not a lot of people wanna loot lye. -he watches, feeling a little proud of his loot- I just kinda grabbed what they had. And what I thought sounded good. That's what you need for soap, right? Lye and scent stuff?

vivienne astor: In a manner of speaking. Working with lye does take a certain amount of skill and precision, and fortunately I have a higher than common quotient of both. -she starts sorting through the oils, then beckons to ares- Come here. Closer.

Ares Melaina: Yeah, you kind of seem like you'd be very dexterous with stuff like that. -he steps up next to her at her command, peeking into the bag- Something wrong?

vivienne astor: Nothing is wrong. -reaches up and deftly grooms his hair with her fingers, then opens one of the bottles of essential oil and dabs a tiny amount against each of his temples, drawing the wand through his hair- Oil of neroli. It's bitter orange, green and floral and fruity but with its sweetness complicated by the bitter.

Ares Melaina: -he blinks in surprise as she suddenly touches him, but finds subconsciously himself leaning into it just a bit- Neroli? -he's sure he's never heard that word before; the aroma wafts into his nose- It smells very... orang-y. Do you normally put that stuff into hair?

vivienne astor: I put it wherever I want to. -since Ares isn't moving away, she continues to anoint him with it, touching the wand to the hollow of his throat- I think it's a beautiful laundry scent. Evocative without being oppressive. Should you ever find another bottle, you should keep some of it for yourself. It suits you.

Ares Melaina: Oh. Huh. Thanks. I don't think anybody's ever told me that. -he swallows when he feel the oil drip onto his throat, feeling the wand shift with it; it's making him feel a little flushed; he meets her gaze, giving her a little, crooked grin- Guess I'll have to use the soap you make, huh?

vivienne astor: The soap I'm making now is for laundry. So you will be using it. You don't have any choice in that. -she caps the bottle of oil again, starting to line them all up on the table- But after that I'll make bath soap. -she notes his flush, and her lips twitch slightly, but she easily schools her expression back into haughtiness- It's an extraordinarily intimate process, you understand. Making something that people will use on their naked bodies. It requires them to have complete trust in me that I'm formulating something gentle and cleansing that won't hurt their skin.

Ares Melaina: I never really thought about that much. -he runs a hand through his hair, feeling even more flustered by her words- Makes sense. That it's intimate. The trust stuff. -he watches her line up the bottles, taking one and flipping it in his fingers before he looks back at her- I mean - you wouldn't do that, right? Make something that hurts someone on purpose.

vivienne astor: Ares! Of course I wouldn't. But sometimes the thought exercise is enough, isn't it. To marvel over how much we put our bodies and peace of mind into the hands of other people, every day.

Ares Melaina: Yeah it's... Really, uh, interesting. -he swallows, his mind still caught on the whole "putting your body into other people's hands" part- You don't really seem like the type who does that. Who puts herself into other people's hands. -he grins at her again- Am I right?

vivienne astor: -smiles suddenly, reaching up to pinch ares' nose between her knuckles- You are right! I have a healthy amount of distrust when it comes to personal care products. Not that I can maintain the same standards I had before, naturally, but one must at least attempt to have some civility. What do you do to make yourself feel good, Ares? To make yourself feel ... -runs her hands down her face and throat, giving a showy shiver- ... pampered.

Ares Melaina: -he's not really bothered by the pinch; seeming more amused than anything; the question catches him off guard though- Feel good? -he repeats, his mind going a bit to the gutter as it follows her hand, before it returns- Long showers, kinda? A bit hard to do that when there isn't a lot of water. -he grins- Heh. Guess I'll be using your soap for that soon. What about you? You seem like you enjoy taking care of yourself. You're really, uh... -he searches for the right word- ... Pretty. Well groomed.

vivienne astor: Long cold showers don't have the same sybaritic effect, that's true. -she keeps smiling at him, charmed by his full-on engaging with her questions and challenges, and then his simple but effective compliments- Thank you. You are also pretty, although you could stand to be groomed more. Do you not have someone to groom you, dear boy?

Ares Melaina: Sybaritic? -he has absolutely no idea what that word means; he shakes it off- Wow. Thank you. -he grins, actually feeling pretty happy with the compliment- Mayra cuts my hair from time to time. Do you know her? She's pretty nice. The shave I do myself. -he runs his hand through his beard, aware it has gotten long- Guess I could stand a good grooming.

vivienne astor: Sybaritic means luxurious and self-indulgent. Not at all the feeling a cold shower gives you, even when it's too hot outside. -she watches his reactions, the genuine pleasure at being called pretty, and reaches to take his hand away from his beard- I don't know Mayra, though I suppose that will come if she's good at cutting hair. -she runs her fingertips through his beard a few times and then says decisively- I will trim your beard. Right now.

Ares Melaina: Yeah, that definitely isn't self-indulgent. -he readily let's her take away his hand; his eyes widen slightly in surprise- Right now? -he's starting to feel a bit like a broken record player; he grins- Why does it feel like I can't say no to that? But not here right? Since it's the kitchen.

vivienne astor: The kitchen is a perfectly appropriate place for a proper trim. We have water, we have soap, we have scissors. You will do exactly as I tell you, so there won't be any mess. -she grooms his beard a little more, envisioning what she wants, and then nods decisively- Sit on that stool. I will get everything ready.

Ares Melaina: Alright. You know what you're doing. -the whole thing seems to fluster him a little, but not in a bad way; he seems to enjoy it; he goes to sit down- Did you do this before?

vivienne astor: I tended to my ... -she hesitates for a moment at the sink; it's strange, having the opportunity to talk about Hunter and Zack without worrying over gossip and scandal- ...my beloved this way. Not my husband but his brother, Hunter. If it wasn't for familial duty, Hunter and I would've married.

Ares Melaina: Oh. That must have been hard. Getting married to a person you didn't want to marry. -he looks at her sympathetically- Is Hunter here now?

vivienne astor: Hunter is dead. -wets a towel with warm water and a touch of some of the oil of neroli, coming over to wrap Ares' chin with it, patting his face more than necessary- It was quite recent. Outside of Redwood, where my husband Zack found me.

Ares Melaina: I'm sorry. It must have been hard losing him. -he glances up at her; carefully- How did it happen? If you want to talk about it. You obviously don't have to.

vivienne astor: -keeps petting at him, finding it soothing- He wasn't well. It was hard to know what exactly it was, medical diagnoses not being what they used to be, but likely some form of heart condition. His mother's side of the family was prone to it. We were on the road and our car broke down, and Hunter was trying to repair it enough for us to get where we were going -- another safehouse -- but he... -she stops, going still for a moment and closing her eyes- I was in the car. He had the hood up and I heard him start to say my name, and then I heard him hit the engine. I think it was the engine. I don't know what's where, under a car hood.

Ares Melaina: Shit. That must've been horrible. -he hesitates for a moment before he reaches up to put his own hand on top of hers, giving it a squeeze; a quiet encouragement for her to keep going-

vivienne astor: He drove racecars. He was a surgeon but that wasn't enough, so he drove racecars. He would've known how to repair the car, if it could be repaired. -opens her eyes again, clasping Ares' hand briefly before moving to the sink- I heard him fall and he was already dead by the time I got out of the car and went to him. There was nothing to do. I tied him to the front fender so when he turned, he'd be protection for me.

Ares Melaina: And then Zack found you? -he asks; he didn't want to imagine it, having to sit in that car with your dead significant other dead and tied up; she always seemed so composed- I'm sorry. About all of that. That must've been hard. -he blinks up at her- You must miss him a lot.

vivienne astor: I missed him even when he was alive, because we couldn't be properly together. -she fills a bowl with water and puts a drop or two of soap lather in it, then collects a few towels and comes over to Ares, draping him- Do you want it short, or just shaped and cleaned up? Zack found me and had to put his brother down. It wasn't easy for either of us.

Ares Melaina: Short would be good. -she had gone through a lot; seeing her husband kill the person she loved- Do you want to put a cross up for him? There's a graveyard here, where the people bury their dead, or remember them.

vivienne astor: -she pauses, staring at Ares until her mouth starts to tremble, at which point she sets it into a thin, hard line for a moment and brings out her scissors, holding it against his face to measure angles- That would be very kind of you. I would appreciate that. His name was Hunter McLaren Astor.

Ares Melaina: Hunter McLaren Astor. -he repeats, memorizing the name; he notices the tremor in it- Alright. I can get the cross made and you could choose a spot he would've liked. That's a plan.

vivienne astor: -she doesn't say anything, just combs Ares' beard and then starts trimming it with her scissors, working for a while before she speaks again- Have you lost someone close to you during this ... all of this? The undead.

Ares Melaina: -he let's her work, relaxing into it the same way he does when Mayra gives him a haircut- A few friends. Most of my family. My parents and my sister. I don't know if they're alive. My brother said he visited the house but it was empty like they left. So they could be out there. I kinda hope they are.

vivienne astor: Why would you hope they are? -she seems to catch herself, pausing- I suppose there are many other places like Redwood. That's what you meant, isn't it. Not that you think of them out there trying to survive on their own.

Ares Melaina: Oh no, I meant- I just hope they're alive, y'know. Not dead. It'd be cool if they found a place like this.

vivienne astor: -she takes the moment to inspect her work, trimming some more off one side of his chin, then holds his face in her hands and strokes the sides of his mouth with her thumbs, briskly- You look incredibly handsome now, little one. I like to think your parents would be glad you're being taken care of.

Ares Melaina: -he looks up her, eyes slightly wide, leaning into the touch- You really mean that? -he has to swallow hard for a moment- Thanks. I mean... not just for saying that. For the trim, too.

vivienne astor: -she melts a little bit at his big wide eyes, though it's not entirely comfortable inside her, the memory of another boy with big clear eyes stirring around in her memory- I mean it. And it felt very fulfilling to do some manicuring on you. If you ever want it fully shaved, you must promise to come to me first. I'm a genius with a straight razor.

Ares Melaina: Okay. I promise. -he smiles at her, feeling a bit lighter now as he carefully pushed off his stool- I'm gonna go head out now. If you need anything for soaps, let me know, okay? Or just anything in general.

vivienne astor: -has already started her cleanup, turned towards the sink- I will. And if you ... if you need ... -she pauses, then continues- Have a good day, little one.

Ares Melaina: -he looks at her, slightly confused as she breaks off; considering to ask but deciding against it- You too. -the smile can be heard in his voice as he trudges off-

#with: ares #c: amelaina001

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