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alexetbishop · 3 months

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THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

Summary: Kate makes a visit in your universe after weeks of not seeing eachother.

Word count: 2.5K

Pure fluff. Kate is such a dog mum. This is taking the sapphic long distance experience on a whole other level. Reader is a daughter of Apollo.

a/n: there might be a prequel of this on the workings. It's still an abstract idea but I already got something laid out.

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"Okay, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10:00. And if I find you two doing cheeky stuff again you can say bye-bye to your personal multiversal taxi." America warned Kate as she was opening a portal right on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Just to clarify, we were just making out." Kate points out. "We were half naked but only making out." She adds mumbling to herself. She took a step forward, finding herself in your universe. "Whatever. You own me so many pizza balls for this." America grumbles before closing the portal.

You were sitting at your desk, music was blasting through your headphones as you were finishing up an assignment on your computer.

Kate opened your window and jumped inside your room. She smiled as she saw you concentrated on your work. Her backpack slips out of her shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor. She sneaks behind you and takes your headphones off.

"Whatcha listening to?" She whispers in your ear. You jump on your seat and turn around.

"Oh my god!" You whisper shouted. "Kate? What are you doing here?" You stood up from your chair, a smile plastering on your shocked face. You weren't supposed to see her until next week, so this was certainly a very nice surprise.

"Hi, baby. 'Was just popping by. Wanted to see what my beautiful girl was up to." She shrugged as her hands found your waist, immediately connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. When you draw back you notice she has cuts and bruises all over her face and probably on her body too since her suit was all ripped and a bit bloody. You tilt your head. "Did you come here because you wanted to see me or because you want me to be your personal nurse again?"

"Both?" She raised her eyebrows and made her famous puppy eyes at you. You shake your head and chuckle. "Take off your suit." You step back, crossing your arms under your chest. "Eager, are we?" She teases as she peels off her archery suit, throwing it on the floor. Now she's left with a black tank top that accentuates her muscular form and some boxers that had purple hearts on them. Of course she was wearing something like that.

You roll your eyes. "Just stay still." Your hand reaches her jaw, where a fresh and deep cut was glaring at you.

You took a deep breath: a golden aura began to shine around your body. Kate felt your warmth streaming from your fingers to her jaw. In a matter of seconds the cut disappeared. "Who did you fight this time?" Your hand moved to her forehead. "Just some thugs that were trying to steal some kind of dangerous substance. It was a pretty cool fight, actually. I knocked out three guys with only one shot." She says proudly. You smile at her being all cocky of her actions. "That's amazing, love."

As your hands were moving all around her body, healing her from every single bruise and cut, she rambled on and on about her mission. You had to force her to stay still because she was moving around trying to demonstrate how she back flipped and knocked a guy out kicking him in the nuts with her left foot.

Once her skin was smooth again you removed your hands and returned to a normal non glowing human. "Thank you, princess." She smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "You knows you're always so hot when you do that. Literally and figuratively."

You chuckled and sat down on the bed, reaching for a bottle of soda on your bedside table and drinking it to get your full strength back.

Kate crawled on the bed, laying on top of you. Her arms cradled around your hips and her chin rested on your midriff as she gazed up at you with her dazzling angel eyes.

"I missed you." She whispers and leans her head forward. She starts to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from your collarbone to your lips. You can't help but giggle at that sweet action.

"I missed you too, Katie." Now her face is right above yours. Your hands find the small of her back and caress her there, your touch is as soft as a feather while you draw heart shaped figures on her bare skin.

"Lucky misses you too." You could feel one of her calloused hands sliding up your back and reaching your neck. "He's always so excited whenever I say your name." She then lets go of you, and goes to retrieve her phone that was in her backpack. "I've got a few videos of that, actually." She crawled back next to you, opened her gallery and pressed play on a video of Lucky being all happy and stomping around as his tail was wagging like an helicopter. You chuckle at the adorable sight.

For the next few minutes Kate proceeds to show you every single video of Lucky she had. (even the ones that you had seen a million times already) "Wait! I almost forgot." She reached in her backpack, taking out a small folder. She opened it and inside there were dozens of pictures of her, Lucky, and a couple with her team too. "I printed some more pictures for you." You melted. Kate knew you couldn't have a phone (being a demigod was really shitty sometimes.), and every time she made sure to print a lot of pictures (and yes, some of them were spicy too). You, in the other hand, were more prone to writing. So while you had an album full of pictures, she had a folder with all your letters and poems.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. "Thank you." You looked at the pictures for a few moments and then looked up. "I got something for you too." You stretched your arm to open the drawer of the bedside table and took a small notebook, handing it to her. "It's a small scrapbook I've been making for the past couple of weeks." There's all kinds of things: poems, flowers, pictures and small things that remind you of her.

The corners of Kate's mouth reached her ears. "You're amazing, princess." She took the scrap book in her hand, starting to open it and flip through the pages. You stopped her. "Nah uh." You put your hand over hers, shutting the scrapbook closed. "That's for later. When you're back home."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Fine." She carefully puts the scrapbook in her backpack. She crawls back to you, fully laying on you and burying her face in your neck. She starts giving you little kisses on the same spot. "Come with me." She says in between kisses. "Come back to my universe."

"Katie, you know I can't." You sigh. Being long distance was certainly not easy. Especially if you both live in different universes, and don't have any type of communication besides iris messages, that you discovered can work between universes, but those can last just for a couple of minutes. (One time you left the "call" go on for the whole night. You had to toss 15 drachmas to pay for it. The inflation has reached the mythical world too apparently.)

"Please." Her soft voice was humming against your skin. You wanted to. You wanted to be with her, be close to her, falling asleep in eachothers arms and waking up to Lucky jumping on the bed and licking your faces. But you had your family to take care of. You were the oldest of the family. Your mum worked all day long, leaving you to take care of your two little siblings. And also you had college. You had missed the whole first semester due to the whole "disappearing into another universe thing" and now you had to catch up.

"I promise that I will, just not now. I have so much going on right now. I can't just disappear again after being away for months." You made her look at you, cupping her cheeks. "You promise?"

"I promise." You whisper, a small smile tugging on your lips.

She leans in and kisses you. She wants time to stop. Tomorrow morning she'll have to go back and it's going to be another couple of weeks until she can see you again. So she doesn't dare to pull away from you. She wants to be in your arms forever.

Soon her tongue slides in your mouth, sinking into you. But it's not enough. Touching you isn't enough. Her hands move up and down your sides, squeezing your waist over your sweater. Or better, her sweater that you stole the last time you went to visit her. Her fingers graze your stomach and slides her cold hands under the soft fabric. Your skin perks up, a shiver running down your spine to Kate's electric and intoxicating touch.

"Katie..." You whisper when her lips detach for a millisecond. She just hums against your mouth, her hands sliding upwards. She knows you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Darling..." You say again a bit louder but she continues. And right when her fingertips are about to reach your breasts, you stop her. She leans back from your face, her hands don't move, they're warm, now having stolen the heat of your body. She's looking at you with her mouth agape, she's slightly panting, her pupils are blown out and tendrils tickling your now rosy cheeks. "We can't do that right now."

She furrows her eyebrows and she's about to ask why when someone knocks on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" It's your mum. You totally forgot that on Sundays she only works in the morning. Shit. She tries to open the door. This is the only time you thank the gods for having a crappy and old apartment. The handle of the door is almost broken, so it's pretty hard to open it unless you know the right mechanism to not tear the knob out.

"Quick. Hide somewhere!" You tell Kate as she panics and jumps out of the bed. She looks around and then she hears a click. The handle slightly turns and the door opens. Kate crouches down and slides under your bed right before your mum walks in your room.

You quickly put all the pictures that were next to you on the bed under your pillow and smile innocently. "Hey, mum. What's up?"

"I've made tea, do you want some?" She asks.

"Uhm- no. Thank you. I'm fine." You fold your arms under your chest.

"Are you sure? You've been in here for the whole day. You need to take some breaks from those books." She points at your messy desk.

"Yeah, I know. I'm taking one right now. You know, laying in bed and- looking at the ceiling." Kate has to hold in a laugh for your lame response. "It's very relaxing. You should try it."

"Alright." She says reluctantly. She takes a step back when she notices Kate's backpack on the floor next to your bed. Fortunately her suit was on the other side so she couldn't see it. "What's that?" She points at the black backpack.

"Oh. That's uhm- Will's. He left it here yesterday." You lie. But it was pretty effective because Will actually came to visit you the previous day. He would never own a backpack like that but your mum buys the lie and nods. "Hm. Okay. Well, if you need anything I'll be in the living room. Your siblings want to see Cars again." She states and closes the door behind her.

"Okay. Cool, thanks. Have fun!" You hold your breath until you can't hear her footsteps anymore and pat the side of the bed. "Coast is clear." Kate rolls out from under the bed and lays on your bedroom floor, a smirk on her face. You sit criss cross on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "What?"

"You're right. It is relaxing watching at that nice and smooth ceiling." She mocks.

"Shut up." You dangle down one foot and lightly kick her on her hip. She fakes a hurt face and pouts. She stands up and now she's the one looking down at you. "So, I gather you haven't told her yet?" You shake your head. You did want to tell your mum about Kate. But you know she would freak out. She's... very protective, to say the least. The first time you heard of camp half-blood or the term 'demigod' was when you were 15. You didn't even suspect anything since monsters wouldn't attack as you weren't as powerful as some other demigods. So she took that as an opportunity to keep you safe next to her. But the time comes for everyone and one day, after a big fight with her, you sneaked out, walking all the way to camp. And it wasn't a nice little promenade at all with monsters attacking you left and right every single step.

You only reconciled after the whole thing about your dad getting transformed into a teenage boy. Now you were on pretty good terms again, but her protectiveness hasn't ceased that much.

"I want to. I really do but... She'll definitely ban me from going to see you." You look down. "If she even finds out that in those months I've been in another universe and not at camp she'll probably get into a coma." You scoffed.

"Yeah, but you're an adult now. You are way capable to make your own decisions." Kate sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I know. But the past months we became so close, more close than we've ever been and I don't want to ruin that again." Your eyes are fixed on your lap. You stop the urge to take your fingers to your mouth and bite your nails. Kate sees you getting anxious and she places her hand that wasn't around you over your hands. She speaks with a calm and smooth voice. "Hey, get those bad thoughts out of your head. In the first place, you didn't ruin anything. And secondly, I'm okay with you taking your time. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to." She kisses your temple and then presses your forehead against it.

You lean into her touch and exhale deeply. Then you turn your head, your eyes fix on her collarbone, the sun necklace you gave her is shining on her toned skin. You had a matching one, but with a little moon charm instead of the sun ("That way, it's like we will never be apart." Kate said when she gave it to you.). Then your gaze travels along Kate's features until you meet two oceans rumbling in front of you. "I really love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, baby." She pauses and her sweet smile turns into a cheeky grin. "So no head?"

You chuckle and shake your head. "Can't risk having my whole family hearing your pretty sounds." You peck her nose, making her scrunch it in an absolutely adorable way. "Those are only for me I'm afraid. I can propose some cuddling with a little make out session if you'd like." You suggest.

"Okay. That's fair." She nods in agreement. "Let's get started then, we have so little time and I have to tell you so many things." She climbs on top of you and gently pushes you down the bed. You giggle and your lips press together.

You stayed up all night. Talking about random stuff, taking breaks to make out, and chat again trying to maintain your voices and giggles as quiet as possible.

And it's in these moments where you understand that whatever happens, you won't ever let go of eachother. Because despite the distance you need eachother. The sun and the moon will always need eachother.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x you #fluff #marvel #hawkeye tv show #demigods #lucky the pizza dog #demigod reader #young avengers

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brianwashere · 9 months

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hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

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spadesolace · 10 months

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drag me down: introductions

synopsis: in hanni´s second year of high school, a new face arrives, one that threatens her spot within their first meeting. first impressions last long and from there on out, hanni already despised yn.

words: 0.7k

A new school year meant new classes, new teachers, newly renovated classrooms, and possibly new faces. For Hanni, she was nervous about those changes, having ranked top of her class with a perfect attendance and the right amount of extracurricular activities, she already got used to it and is taking precautionary measures to keep it that way. As her morning started with a perfectly balanced meal, her parents eating and conversing with her, she had gotten an update from her friends.

‘I heard that there’s a new student in our batch.’ Minji being one to gossip had immediately gotten the new scoop around campus. Haerin was one to back her up with this discovery only to confirm that the new student was in Hanni’s class.

‘Checking her socials… oohhhh Hanni has competition.’ Hyein has always been the one that needs proof for these sorts of things and luckily, the new student’s info was easy to find. One search of their name and Hyein would have everything she needs to know. ‘Oh, she’s close with Sullyoon.’

Hanni for one does not care for people’s personal affairs but what caught her attention is that Hyein has considered the new student as her supposed competition. The name hasn’t been mentioned in the group but Hyein has connections with everyone, she knows the gossip and everything going on around the academy.

Eunchae probably knows who the new student is if Hyein got her socials.

A new face, new name, in her new class, Hanni was determined to find the new student as soon as she entered the campus. No one dared to take her spot as the top student, let alone someone new would give off that impression on their first day. Seeing her for the first time, Hanni already despised her. Her blazer showed her name; Park YN.

When the class had settled, their adviser was the one that called YN to the front, give a short introduction but apparently Park YN is a well known student.

“Hello, I’m Park YN, simply call me YN. I came from SOPA. Pleased to meet you all.” It didn’t go unnoticed when their adviser commented about her performance back in SOPA, she was also a top student, which made it worse for Hanni.

She thought her morning wouldn’t get worse but it did, they got seated together, Pham and Park not being far off but it did not ease Hanni that the girl was reciting almost for every class. Faster than her, more concise, it concerned her. She worked hard for her spot, she won’t give it up easily for a girl on her first day knowing most of the answers to the question. Park YN was a major threat for Hanni, it could jeopardise her chances of maintaining the top rank for her already planned future. That day, as YN tried to befriend Hanni only to be left hanging, was the very first day their rivalry started.

YN had joined almost the same extracurriculars as Hanni from creative writing, debate, the school paper, and science. Student council was something YN would never touch, the same way Hanni wouldn’t touch the football (soccer) club. Everything else has always been between them fighting, trying to one up each other, and Hanni always wins. YN never really cared about her grades or ranking, if she wanted to put the extra effort, she would. The last thing on her mind was taking the top spot, she wanted to mess with Hanni after being ignored, judged at, and snarked. Was there anything to gain? Yes, her attention.

The entire rivalry continued on, same with the subtle glances, short lived hand holding when trying to get the marker first, and the side comments that were actually helping each other. Everyone would have assumed something was going on but it wouldn’t be a normal day without them bickering.

“Blasting One Direction again?” Hanni removed one of her earphones to look at YN, who has always seated next to her despite no seating arrangement. Sort of got stuck together.

“As if you don’t listen to The Vamps.” Something simple. A conversation about their interests and yet they still make a fuss about it.

“At least I never cried when a member left.”

“At least I don’t get all down when a certain song plays.”

Everyone is used to it at this point, the rivalry has been ongoing for years, and everyone else knew they were a perfect match for each other. Sadly, they despised one another.

#newjeans hanni #hanni x reader #pham hanni #hanni #newjeans #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #hanni pham #pham hanni newjeans #nwjns hanni #nwjns #drag me down

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mymelodymia · 5 months

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i'm still here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

!!!ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!

Summary: your brought back after 5 years...

Warnings: literally a single cuss word from rocket, fear of being alone, crying, character death mentioned, overall fluff,

Age: 16

A/N: hope yall like this one too 🥰

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You felt weightless, like you were floating. You gained physical consciousness soon after this. You were laying flat on your back on the forest floor, arms curled up as if you were trying to hold something.

You sat up and looked around to see more avengers also confused. You looked around and realized, your dad wasn't there like he was before you passed out.

"Dad?" You whimpered out, trying to find him. You whipped your head around as you heard sparkling behind you.

"Who the h3ll are you?" Rabbit asked (srry i love calling him that)

"Come on its been five years, we...the avengers need you" strange told you all. You blinked at him a few times in confusion, "its been how long!?" You shouted, eyes wide.

Strange helped you up and you all fell into the portal.

You had just started fighting the alien dogs. Not knowing what to do. You soon found yourself outnumbered by these dogs. You were trying to get them away but it did nothing.

You were pinned on the ground, they kept trying to get to you but tony flew by and blasted them for you. "Thanks!" You yelled at him, he nodded in response before flying off to the distance.

You stood up to brush yourself off, and your father was standing a few feet away from you, just staring in shock.

You gasped as you made eye contact with him, tears welled up in his eyes.

He pulled you Into a strong hug quickly. He squeezed you so hard you thought you might d!e.

He pulled away to look at your face, he let out a sad chuckle as he looked at you, innocently looking back up at him.

He held you to his chest as he sobbed. Yes, your father always acted like nothing and no one could make him cry, or even make him emotional. But when it came to you, he was a verryyy delicate flower.

"Im still here." He whispered to you.

He had lost everyone in his life, his mother, his father, his brother, his best friend, his lover, and the one person he couldn't let go of, You. But you, unlike anyone, came back to him. And healed his broken heart. He was the only person you had as well, after losing your uncle and watching it happen before your eyes hurt like no other.

Another space dog ran at you two and tony, once again, swept past and blasted it. "Second time! Not helping you anymore" he quickly spoke before flying away.

"We should help" you told thor. "Yes, we should" he smiled sadly, finally having something in life.

You both continued to fight together. You looked to your left after a while, to see tony, on his knees, with the stones.

Tony acted like your father when thor wasn't around, he was also your best-est friend, other then thor. Even once accidentally calling him dad. And though he would always deny it, he saw you as his daughter.

You gasped and covered your mouth as he said the words, "i.... am.. iron man" and snapped. You ran over to him immediately, Peter got to him before you. He sobbed out a small, pained "tony..." you held him as he cried.

You were the first one to Kneel before tony, a helpless tiny human, had saved the universe on his own. Everyone followed your actions.

You sobbed for days after this tragic event, your dad had to hold you up on his funeral because you were crying so much.

"Im still here" thor muttered to you as he held you close too him. It took a while to get over but eventually, it happened.

You found out through pepper that you and peter were the god parents for morgan 😭 thor was with every step of your healing, he thought leaving your side was a bad idea. Or he just missed you over the years lol.

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#thor odinson x daughter reader #thor odinson #daughter!reader #infinity war #reader insert #avengers #loki laufeyson #uncle loki #frigg #dad!thor odinson #marvel mcu #mcu

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idlerin · 1 year

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RAINY DAYS

w/ neighbor!suna rintarou x f!reader

suna rintarou was a good friend, he tucked your hair aside as he wrapped it around a towel, attempting to dry it after it suddenly rained on your way home from school and neither of you thought to bring umbrellas that day, resulting into him hastily grabbing your hand and running all the way to his house, yours was a bit farther. he sat you down on a chair and gave you your favorite snack to occupy you with as he left to change into some dry clothes, tossing you some of his spare clothes for you to wear. now you sat beside him as he figures out how to properly dry your hair, it’s clear he’s never had to maintain long hair before. you could just say that you can do it on your own but you were too amused that he was trying to do so.

suna rintarou was a cute friend, he lent you his jacket while you waited for him on the bleachers in the gym. volleyball practice was ending later than usual and you didn’t mind waiting for him to go home together because 1. it was raining 2. it was cold (hence, him lending you his jacket) and 3. you weren’t used to going home without him anymore. the team was divided into two for practice, you jokingly cheered on atsumu who was on the opposing team. you laugh as rintarou glares at you, you screech “thats my baby!” when suna’s team won making him the target for teasing. right after, he walks to you and flicks your forehead, muttering, “that was embarrassing” with his ears tinted red.

suna rintarou was an annoying friend, the both of you fought the other day and still haven’t made up. there you were, speakers blasting your favorite song, blocking out the sound of heavy rain and hopefully blocking your thoughts from going to a certain fox eyed guy, and failing. frowning as you scroll through twitter, why won’t he just leave your mind for 5 freaking minutes! thud thud you glance at your window and catch as another pebble leaves another thud on it. you walk towards it to see what was going on, you see a familiar tall figure in a raincoat holding a big soaking sign with ‘i’m sorry’ written on it. you open your window, rain still pouring down really hard as you shout at him, “you have really shitty handwriting!” he looks up and smiles at you, and you bite your lip to resist from smiling back. you should really let him in though, but that doesn’t mean you forgive him. yet. (he got a fever because of this, you were guilty because it was partly your fault and personally went to his house everyday to check up on him. you eventually forgive him because you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.)

suna rintarou wasn’t just a friend, you realize with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist as the both of you watch the most recent dumb horror film on another rainy evening. you overreact when a character does a thing you shout at the screen for them not to do. rintarou laughs every time. you find out that his laugh was something you want to hear all the time.

suna rintarou really wasn’t just a friend, you think as you watch him frantically explain to you that the girl you just saw kiss him didn’t mean anything to him and that he was surprised when she did that because he just rejected her and that he immediately pushed her away. you stop him with a “why are you explaining?” that sounded awfully bitter. he answers still, staring directly into your eyes, “because i wouldn’t have been fine if i saw some other guy kiss you.”

suna rintarou didn’t want you to be just a friend.

a/n — im in need of loving

#— scenarios.#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou fluff #friends to lovers #hq x reader #haikyuu suna rintarou

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mackjlee9 · 8 months

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Will Poulter x Actor!Amab!Reader [Lime] |Headcanons & Drabble|

Warning; request was originally 'fluff & smut' but! it was hard to do that, so I made it a lime. Kind of half-assed, I apologize. Long headcanons.

Masterlist.

Requested by Kaniko on Quotev.

•You and Will have known each other for a while now.

•You met on set when you were in your mid-teen years, and you got along pretty well from the beginning, becoming what one would call best friends.

•You always find yourself remembering having lots of fun while acting alongside Will, who would usually be one to bring up the stories of your inside jokes or small pranks you did to other actors, but nothing harmful.

•You and Will had gotten casted to act together quite a few times, whether it'll be in movies or series, and you always had a blast spending your time with him.

•Being part of the Maze Runner cast was definitely one of the best moments of your lives. Meeting amazing people and making friends of a lifetime.

•Everything had always been quite simple between you and Will.

•If you don't count a few things, or accidents that happened during that made you change the way you look at him.

•Even though you had weird feelings regarding Will, you never let that intervene with your friendship, concluding that time itself would make you get rid of these weird feelings.

•But perhaps, acting together in a rom-com wasn't going to be of much help to you.

•You hated having to remind yourself that Will was nothing more than a friend. And would never be, Will was straight while you were some gray, faded line between straight and gay.

•Although, it wasn't of much help whenever Will would joke around the set, calling you his boyfriend (not that you minded), like he had done during the filming of Maze Runner.

•Not a single person questioned Will, because they could always see the way you looked at him, almost having cartoonish heart-shaped eyes whenever you would stare at him a second longer than needed.

•And an accident on set caused "something" to happen between them and the tension just continued to build up.

•Let's just say that, doing a kabedon to your best friend while half-naked would create some tension, even if it was completely accidental.

•You had a plan to try and ease that tension between you two, so you invited him to your hotel room to do exactly that.

•Thankfully, you had some alcohol around, some bourbon that you shared with Will as well.

•Everything seemed to be going fine, you had been talking for a while while a movie was going off in the background to fill any silence.

•The ambiance eased as the tension was gone by now, and that calmed your worried mind.

•Until you realized how close to each other you actually were. Maybe a tad bit too close.

•You tried to back away from Will, but his green eyes were hazy as he placed his hand on your thigh.

•At that, your mind immediately goes to 'fuck no...' mode.

•Will noticed your internal conflict and he took his time to lift his free hand to your face, locking eyes with you before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

•Of course, you were caught off guard by this, especially because he kissed you first, but even so, you still tried to push him away.

•But, fuck... He was such a good kisser. And his hand... It kept going up, "Wait, Will-"

•"Please, (M/n), I... I want this, and I know you do too..."

•The way his deep voice sounded, hearing him pleading for you...

•Fuck it.

•With kiss after kiss, you found yourselves undressing each other, Will was left in his underwear, while you were left with your button-up shirt discarded somewhere.

Still sitting on the couch, Will had found his way on your lap, hands placed on your shoulders to hold himself up, your hands on his hips while you continued kissing.

"Touch me, (M/n), please~," his whiny voice against your lips made a shiver run down your spine, your hand reaching to touch his erection, slowly stroking it over the fabric of his boxers, capturing Will's lips on yours and swallowing his moans.

His hips twitched as he tried to grind against you, or into your hand, he just wanted- needed more of you.

You began trailing kisses down his neck, but avoiding leaving visible marks on his tanned skin, hearing him moaning freely now, calling your name in your ear and making you go feral, holding onto his hips tighter. It was too much for you to handle, and securing your hold on his body, you laid him on his back on the couch, and began grinding your his down on his, lifting his legs and grabbing on for leverage as you began to place kisses down his chest and abdomen.

Will whined at the feeling of your erection rubbing against his and your lips kissing his heated skin, his hands reaching to interlock with your hair, gently pulling on it to keep you close to his chest, enjoying the jolt of pleasure your teeth brought to his body.

Slowly, you made your way down, releasing his legs and hooking your fingers around his underwear, leaving subtle teeth marks along his hip bone and down his v-line.

"(M/n)..." Will's voice was meek and breathy, his thighs trembling in anticipation as he watched with clouded eyes how you lowered his boxers, sliding them down his toned legs, "What-?"

A whimper escaped past Will's mouth when your lips placed a kiss on his shaft, making your way up to his red and leaking tip, licking your lips and humming at the taste of his pre-cum.

"Stay still, Will," you said with a teasing voice, holding the base of his cock and taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pressing it against his slit, feeling how his thighs threatened to close around your head, loud and lewd moans and cries of your name filled the suite you were staying in, but it wasn't like you cared.

Whether anyone could hear him or not, you were the only one who could get him to sound so painfully erotic, looking like a dream under you.

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iloveyanderes · 1 year

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part two of my last post

your eyes felt heavier then a boulder, currently they were impossible to open, instead of being disturbed by this, you instead went through the military regime that you were taught.

seeing if your okay by using all five of your senses

first lets try touch, you can’t move your limbs but you could feel, this is odd it feels like your on a really soft covers, to soft to be a hospital bed, your legs don’t feel completely paralyzed you must be under some sort of pain medication.

moving onto taste, you can open your mouth slightly and the oxygen is forced into your mouth, oh it’s a ventilator machine, if there’s one of these it’s more likely wherever you are is not dangerous, it is very good that you have an assistant with breathing.

smelling, the room smells quite nice, it reminds you of that time you went into a rich persons house to arrest them, the smell however is almost too overwhelming, it gives you the slightest of head aches.

Hearing, something is a bit off with your ears, it's very hard to hear out of them, maybe the blast of the bomb did something to them.

Last one sight, come on you can do this, open them open them- your eyes shot open only to immediately close them when the bright lights pierced your sight, slowly you dared to open them again, this time the lights were more gentle.

A few more blinks and you could see properly, look around you were right about the rich people smell, this entire place was decorated by pure gold and leather couches, did you get saved or abducted by a rich person?

The more you looked the more fancy the room got, what wasn't fancy was the little creature sitting on your bed.

Is that a racoon??

You and the racoon made eye contact, almost immediately it rubbed itself on your shoulder, oh my gods this thing was adorable.

Your body was covered by a large thick silky blanket, attempting to move your hands upward to pet the racoon but you were stopped by a stinging pain, oh right your arms and legs are burned.

What you didn't notice about this room yet was the scared looking fluffy brunette, what is he doing? Why did he look terrified?

"are you okay?" You asked him, he shot up from his hiding place, clearly flabbergasted, as if you merely talking to him was surprising.

Wtf? Getting the strength to sit up you do, he was even more surprised.

"wait!- no no! Your not supposed to get up yet!" He bolted across the room, pushing you back down on these unbelievably soft sheets.

Him touching you however made him go back to flabbergasted mode, "I'm so sorry!" He yelled out.

"wait no! It's okay, don’t freak out” you try to comfort him.

“I am not freaking out!” he almost yells at you, it’s not quite yelling, it’s more of a full blown panic attack.

“don’t to anything he says, he’s an introverted idiot” said a teasing voice that came from other side of the room, your face whips to look at the source of the voice.

oh crap, it’s that weirdo that tried to shoot you earlier, your normal clothes have been replaced so your knife is gone, you don’t have anything to threaten him with.

pretend to go for the attack but actually go for the run.

ripping an iv off of your arm you go with your plan, the guy instinctively prepares for the attack, last second you whip around him and your out in the hallway.

“wait! come back, your not healed yet-”he calls out, trying that strategy huh? not gonna work.

you must have been out for at least three days because your arms feel a lot better, your legs still sting a bit but that’s because your using them to run.

this place was far larger then you imagined, it was a lot bigger then a mansion the hallways felt endless but eventually you managed to find something that looked like an exit.

you manage to get three steps away from the exit, but then something weird wrapped itself around your body, are these grape vines?

then your lifted into the air, dangling upwards as more vines come to restrain you what the heck?

the guy who had tried to shoot you yesterday caught up with your new attack, looking downwards your new attacker has grapevines coming out of his shoulder, damn ability users.

needless to say you got thrown back into the room that you started in, this time one of your hands were handcuffed to the bed.

"I was abducted by rich people" you mumble, "great"

You lay down on the bed for at least five minutes before something else happened.

The door opened to reveal yet another blonde guy but this time he radiated rich.

"who are you?" You asked him, he simply smiled and pulls out a leather chair, then sits on it.

"feel free to call me Scott" he answered, smiling at you with the rich boy face.

"and why am I here?" This is the typical type of question when being faced with a kidnapping, what was not typical was what he said next.

"because your the reincarnation of my daughter" what the actual fuck, the flabbergasted feeling must have went to my face because he then started to monologue.

"I know, it's so hard to believe, I didn't believe it at first but the signs are all there, you have the same tone of voice, hair style, and taste in movies..." I don't know how long someone could rant about this but he went on forever, saying bullshit.

"are you done?" You finally got In, hoping to shut him up.

"ah yes, it seems your a lot stronger then you look, so where gonna have to keep you restrained in some way, hmm handcuffs seem good for now but where gonna have to move to something different soon.. perhaps sedatives?” oh hell no.

“just chain my foot or something” a chain is something that you can easily lockpick out of.

“that’s an amazing idea, your so smart just like my daughter!” he seemed very cheery, you on the other hand were not so happy.

‘that is a stupid idea, i’m a trained military official, you should be using way more then just chains’ you thought, though this is going towards your advantage, good.

after that he basically forced you to take a bath, no it wasn’t really force it was more of a gentle suggestion that eventually turned into a flat out you stink go fix it.

this guy had more hair products then your entire life worths, how many products does one man need?

his bathroom was disgustingly large, rich people always big.

chilling in the bathtub wasn’t bad it gave you a large amount of time to think, in a kidnapping situation thinking time is the most important, so this is valuable.

the best chance is to escape at night, the shadows from it hiding your presence, though he is rich enough to have over a hundred guards running around.

hmmm what to do...

“excuse me? miss name” said a voice from outside of the bathroom, someone you haven’t heard from yet.

“who are you” you asked, do maids still help rich people bath? this person sounded masculine so he wouldn’t open it right?

“my name is tecchou, i’m here to save you” he responded, almost instantly you chocked, water getting into your mouth.

the tecchou, the tecchou of the hunting dogs that you’ve idolized for so long, he of all people came to save you?

then the memory of being accepted into them came into your mind and you realized they must have been extremely worried when there new recruit went MIA.

you were too busy gathering all of your thoughts to realize the door was slowly opening.

“wait! don’t open that door” it stopped opening, thank god.

“why are you okay, are you being threatened" he immediately we the defense.

"no....it's because I'm naked" god that felt embarrassing moment say.

He stopped talking, "can you be...unnaked"

What the..... You know what your just going to stop questioning ever stupid thing that's happening to you.

"give me five minutes" he obliged, waiting patiently.

Quickly changing you notice that there is a tracker on the clothing score of had given you, you can probably get rid of these later, he may be powerful but he's not powerful enough to beat the hunting dogs.

Tecchou had managed to sneak in using one of the maid uniforms and disguising himself as a women, to you it was honestly kind of funny, though to him it must have been a horror.

If it was then his face didn't show it.

You were about to ask what the plan was but then you heard an explosion from the other end of the mansion.

'what is with people and explosions lately' you thought, clearly distressed.

"what was that!?" You yelled at tecchou, he looked dumbfounded for a moment.

"a distraction, I guess" he shrugged.

Opening the nearest window you prepare to hope out but you were stopped by tecchou.

"what?" You asked him wondering why he stopped you.

"it's to high up for you" what the? This was confusing because you've jumped down far greater heights, is it because of your injured legs? Well you gotta prove to him that you are more then capable.

Pushing him off of you, you fall backwards, doing a flip and landing perfectly on your feet.

"see, I can do it" you yelled at him, he frowned but jumped down too.

The two of you made it through the large forest that all rich people have right out of there houses for some reason.

"so what do we do next?" You ask once your outside the property, eager to do something for one of your idols.

he looked at you for a moment, “oh you really won’t be doing anything..”

about to ask what that means you let your guard down, a large force hit the back off your head and your were forced onto the ground.

but who attacked you? tecchou was right in front of you, you couldn’t turn around and yet again you found yourself passing out.

{another time skip, so sorry I keep using passing out as a plot device}

Once again your eyes opened, the place you were at felt way more familiar, this is a military bunker, you can tell by the dark lighting and the beds stacked up on top of each other.

Who the hell knocked you out?

Getting up you breath in and out, then before you can take another steady breath your suddenly tackled back onto the bed by a smaller but much stronger force then yourself.

"oh my god! It's so great to finally be able to meet you" said the voice of whoever had tackled you.

Looking down you saw a little girl with red hair, she looked to be about ten years old but something told you that she was much older then that, she clung to you like a koala.

"uh, nice to meet you too" you stammered out, patting the girls back, "where am I?"

"the hunting dogs hq" you nearly passed out again, isn't that like In another country? How long were you out?!

"then why did your subordinates feel the need to knock me out" the back of your head stings a bit.

"oh that was jouno, he's a pain in the ass"

Wait if you were with tecchou, and the guy you got knocked out was jouno, does this mean the little girl in front of you is.....

Wait a minute, this girl is...

Teruko Okura!

Oh my god, oh my god.

"are you okay??"

Immediately you bowed down, accidentally knocking her off of you, placing you hands right next to your thighs you begin to apologize.

"I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to recognize you, pls forgive me!" Getting killed by a queen feared even by her own allies is not an ideal situation, your only hope now was to beg for forgiveness.

Teruko did not say anything, you kept your forehead strictly on the bed so you couldn't see her facial expression, god this was nerve wrecking.

Then after what felt like forever teruko finally said something, "you know what would make me happy?"

You don't know, your organs spilling out? "No" you said.

Another painfull moment passed, "if we dance!" She grabs onto your arm and suddenly you shrink to the size of when you were 9.

What!? Looking at your body your a child again, what is going on!? Teruko spins you around and around, the weirdest form of dancing you've ever experienced.

"stop bullying her teruko" came a voice from someone who had just entered the room, it was harder to look at him because of your new size.

"but jouno!!! I wanna dance" teruko cried, for someone with such a terrifying reputation, she cries really easily.

And wait isn't this jouno the guy that knocked you out, before you had the chance to speak you were an adult again, it's pretty easy to assume that teruko had turned you back.

"your jouno right?" You asked, the white haired male with his eyes closed, he nodded.

"did you really have to knock me out?"

"of course, it gave tecchou something to do so I didn't have to talk to him" wow, using you to deal with his problems.

"okay.. so where are we now?"

"in france" wtf!!! They brought you all the way to France, isn't that illegal, what happened to consent!?

"I did not agree to this"

"I don't care" what an ass.

Teruko felt the need to butt into our conversation and your glad she did, "well forget about that, there something I realllly wanted to show you"

"oh that's cool, I'd love to see it" you follow teruko as she drags you somewhere.

(another time skip because I'm so close to finishing this fic)

A bright light came from the other side of the room, naturally you went to investigate though you were a lot more cautious because the last time you went to investigate something in the middle of the night a bomb exploded.

The light came from a computer and on it was someone you never expected.

"dazai?" You accidentally said outloud, looking around you made sure you hadn't waken anyone, luckily you hadn't.

Grabbing some headphones you turn on the speaker, "dazai what are you doing here" you asked hushly.

He looked serious, "listen name, I don't have much time but you need to get out of their was fast as you can, you need to hide from everyone in town"

"what do you mean?" Oddly enough you felt compelled to listen to dazai.

"the hunting dogs have already taken you to France, do you know where your they're"

"no"

"because Fyodor Dostoevsky is there, he wants you"

"what! Why?"

"I have very short time, just know your in danger you have to leave France as soon as possible" for some reason you believed him, the deepest part of your brain told you that he was telling the truth.

"understood, thank you so much for warning me" dazai nodded, you shut the chrome book off and immediately went for some money, there were most likely trackers on all of your clothing so you needed to find new ones, you also don't have your passport so your going to have to find some weird way outside of the country, maybe by water?

Heading into the hallway, you look left and right, no one so you should be good to go-

"where are you going" suddenly jouno was behind you.

"nowhere" you responded attempting to remain calm, but right next to the hunting dogs that was impossible.

"you didn't hear anything you weren't supposed to right?" Dear Xie lian his voice sounded terrifying.

"no" goddammit that no sounded bad.

"then why don't I believe you"

"because you have trust issues"

And that's how you found yourself being dragged all the way to the mightiest prison in the entire world, one that holds even the most powerful criminals.

You were thrown into a large dark room, it was a good five minutes before anything happened.

A light turned on to reveal the devil himself, Fyodor whose last name is to hard to spell and I don't want to.

He was sitting on a chair, without thinking you grabbed a strangely conveniently placed knife and started to stab him.

(you stabbed him for plot convince okay)

You did again and again, he never once screamed or attempted to stop you, it was odd.

Then the all the lights turned on at once, the Fyodor that you had stabbed wasn't there anymore, then a door from the side opened to reveal none of them the man himself, Fyodor ratlord.

"pleasant day isn't it name?"

"what?" You said in disbelief, "if your their...then who did I stab?"

"you should look at yourself" like he ordered you did look at yourself, you stared in shock as you saw at least 15 stab wounds on yourself.

"but??how" you stammered out, Fyodor went up to you and helped you lay down.

"shhh shh, don't bother talking I still need you to alive when I monologue about my love" he whispered into your ear.

"what did you do" you ask, defying him. Fyodor frowned.

"simple actually, I wanted you but you were halfway across the world so I brainwashed everyone so they'd eventually take you to me"

"but why"

"because I love you" how does that work! At this point you lost your ability to speak but Fyodor knew what you were going to say.

"love works in many different ways, sometimes it's peaceful but in my case it's rather destructive, I love you so much that I want to kill you"

The distress of dying finally hit you, tears ran down your face, you didn't want to die.

Seeing this Fyodor smiled his grin devilish, "don't worry name, I'll be joining you too"

"there's just some stupid dogs I need to take care off"

Then the cold embrace of death hit you, why did you ever even bother living in the first place.

Then end.

Authors note: wow, I did not mean to make this so angsty but it's kinda just the way it went, thanks so much for waiting this long and I'm so glad I finally finished it.

Have a good day!

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cupidtxt · 3 months

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whats morison's story? im new here and intruiged

oh let me go crazy with him I . ok.

before i do start though i do want to iterate i WILL be talking about my "canon" version of morrison as thats what im gonna assume you mean. however i have been posting my au morrison recently so if you want that story uhm. you may have to pry it out of me its Really self indulgent. but you Might.

(all under the cut if you dont want to read through all my Shenanigans)

ok so. morrison is a monster Thang who was not always a monster. that also means there are Other monsters and also magic so thats important to note

morrison, as a child, was raised by his family for a good bit of his life. he was well off and happy, though as he got a bit older his parents left for more and more things, leaving him alone for longer periods of time. at some point he causes such a mess while theyre gone that they decide to hire a sitter.

said sitter was Not a good person. she was a practicing magic user at the time and used morrison as part of her 'practice' (she used him as a human target, though thankfully nothing was enough to leave permanent damage). his parents didn't really believe him when he told them bc they knew he was played rough and bruised himself before, plus the sitter would act all nice and behaved when they came back so it OBVIOUSLY couldn't be her.

it did all come to a head when she decided to get ambitious and try a form changing spell on him. one thing leads to another and morrison is now. The Beast. but obv child sized beast bc he Was A Child when he got blasted by the beast beam. hes sobbing and trying to walk on new legs and the sitter does feel a little bad but after having to deal with her for so long he just gets fed up and runs away. this is the last time he sees his family.

years go by (he's a young adult now) and he's living off whatever he can find in garbage and just lying around. hes constantly on the move, scared that if someone sees a monster they'll try and kill him. he settles into one backyard for the night, hoping he's hidden away, but a young girl finds him as shes playing outside. instead of violence, she offers him kindness and some proper food. her parents come out to find her and they also don't try to kill him and instead allow him to stay until he feels he needs to leave (on the condition he doesn't leave the property which he agrees to). for a while everything is good and he finally feels like he has a place again.

but UH OH something has to get fucked up. while hes playing with the young girl she gets injured and the parents run out and immediately assume it was him. they grab whatever they can to attack him and grab a nasty looking garden tool that manages to gouge his eye out, giving him his scar. he runs away in a panic and is back to scavenging for whatever he can find.

a few more years pass by (he's an adult now) eventually he just. gets So tired. he stumbles into a snowy forest and collapses against the trunk of one of them, ready to just. give up. but thats when Owl (another oc of mine) finds him and offers him a second (though to be fair its' probably more like third) chance of comfort :)

thats about it for all his major plot stuff, but if you'd like me to go into him and Owl's relationship and story i would be more than hapy to :D

#puppytxt #ask #answer #buddyfrjend #oc #my oc #oc:morrison #sorry if this is long i have had him since middle school and while there are Definetely plot holes i love the story as it is

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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SCREAMING!! That Billy fic was so freaking good, I have to agree with the last person the subtle reassurance he was giving was soooo mf nice.

The “I’ve got you angel.” And “I know I know.”😩

If you’re actually taking requests I would love to see some hurt/comfort where Billy is actually the one comforting reader. An argument gone too far when billy makes a comment he definitely shouldn’t have, causing his girlfriend to start crying. Immediate guilt. I don’t want reader to give into his consoling immediately but…eventually they just cling to him and tell him not to say that ever again. 🫠

Holy crap my first ever request. Thank you so much Anon for not only the prompt but your lovely feedback. I started working on this at 5am this morning and looking over the first draft I went way too hard with Mean!Billy and had to significantly pull it back, because I sure as hell wouldn't have forgiven him. Maybe that's another fic for another time. I hope I did your prompt justice.

Warnings: Explicit language, underage drinking, mean girls.

When The Party's Over.

Billy is in a shitty mood and has been all week, you've tried to get him to talk about what's wrong only to be shot down each time, you even go so far as to ask Max.

"He's the same douchebag he's always been, maybe you're just noticing it for the first time." She had deadpanned.

You had hoped things would get better at the weekend, neither of you had school or work, his dad and Susan were away, Max was staying with Jane, you could finally spend some time together.

Billy, it seems, has other ideas.

"Tommy Hagan has a free house tonight." He told you when you turned up at his place early evening on Saturday to find him knee deep in Aramis and Aqua Net.

"Meaning?" You ask perching on the edge of the bed, flipping through one of his many nudie mags, just for something to do.

"A party." He says obviously, twisting his front curls into definition, eyeing you from the mirror.

"I thought we could maybe spend some time together tonight?" You hated how unsure you sounded, but Billy's attitude the past few days had thrown you for a loop.

"Yeah we can, at the party." He answered absentmindedly, whilst blasting another hairspray related hole in the Ozone layer.

You had hoped things were looking up on route to Tommy's place, Billy had held your hand the entire drive, and reassured you that you'd do something together tomorrow.

The minute you both stepped foot inside the bustling house however, he dropped your hand instantly, hailing Tommy who was busy setting up multiple kegs.

You followed Billy through the crowd like a lost sheep, being jostled in his wake.

"Hargrove you fucking made it man!" Tommy calls out loutishly, chucking a can of beer at Billy which he catches adeptly, breaking it open and chugging down at an alarming rate.

Billy must have sensed you watching him.

"You want one?" He asks you loudly over the music, taking another two cans.

"No I'm good, I'll get a glass of punch or something." You say, pointing back towards the kitchen, expecting him to follow you but all he does is nod, turning back to continue talking to Tommy.

Ordinarily Billy wouldn't leave you alone at a party for a single second, he would always be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulders or waist, hand on the small of your back, pulling you down to sit on his lap, pressing heated kisses to your neck.

You try to ignore your building feelings of hurt, reassuring yourself that he just needed to let off steam for a minute.

Carol Perkins and Nicole Smith were by the punch bowl when you got there, you hated them, a walking, talking pair of John Hughes clichés, spoilt and mean.

"Y/n! Oh my god, hi, we were just talking about you!" Carol says in a tone of fake delight as she spots you.

"You were?" You ask in confusion, sipping at your drink.

"Mhm, we think it's so cute how you trail around after Billy, like a little puppy." She simpers, with a malicious little grin. "Especially when everyone else can see that he doesn't want you around." She pulls a mock sad face, Nicola snorts, and you resist the urge to throw the punch in her piggish face.

"Well as ever it's been great talking to you Carol." You say with a sarcastic smile, but her words stung you as turned heel heading back towards Billy, who was doing a keg stand.

He straightened up howling like a wolf to the cheers of everyone around him, you push through the crowd gathered, trying to force a smile as he turns to you.

“You see that shit? New record!” He shouts into your ear.

It’s an hour later and Billy is getting more and more wasted, the look of self-destruction bright in his eyes. You're sat miserably on a sofa watching helplessly but after another catty comment sent your way by Carol you decide you’ve had enough, you approach him gingerly as he chugs two beers at once.

“Billy?” You say, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks absentmindedly, barely acknowledging you, laughing raucously at something Tommy has just said.

“Can we go?” You ask quietly, it gets his attention, he rounds on you looking confused, face flushed with alcohol.

“We just got here.”

You bite your lip, feeling severely uncomfortable, Carol giving you the stink eye from over his shoulder.

“I know, I just - I’m not feeling well.” You stammer, fingernails digging into your clammy palms.

“Ok so go home, I’ll see you later.” He responds flatly, your mouth is oddly dry as he turns away once more.

“Without you?” You say in a small voice, tugging slightly on his shirt like a child.

He huffs loudly.

“Jesus, Y/n, you’re killing my buzz here, would you just go.” He says harshly.

You take a step back, feeling your bottom lip tremble, having never been on the receiving end of Billy’s temper before. Carol and Nicola snigger nastily behind their hands, tears blind you and you bolt, legs carrying you quickly out onto the cold street.

You hear rapid footfalls immediately chasing after you.

“Sunshine!” Billy calls, you flinch at the nickname. "Sunshine would you just stop for a second?!"

“Don’t call me that!” You shout, rounding on him. “I was wrong about you Billy, everyone is right you are an asshole.” Glaring at him, eyes stinging, hands shaking.

“I'm sorry.” He says weakly, you’ve hit him where it hurts in retaliation but can’t bring yourself to feel sorry. “I don’t know why I told you to go, that’s the last thing I want.”

“I do. It’s just like Carol and Nicola said, you don’t want me.” You say, desperately trying to keep your voice level but failing miserably.

“What? No that’s not true, it’s the exact opposite baby.” He reaches out with placating hands and pleading eyes.

“So why do you keep pushing me away?” You sob, hugging yourself around the middle.

“Because I'm a fuck up, and a jerk, and you’re right an asshole. I don’t deserve you.” He says heavily.

“You’ve been distant with me all week, if you want to break up with me Billy just save us both some trouble and do it now.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the ground, mostly hoping it would open up and swallow you whole.

“Break up with you? Angel, I - I fucking love you.” That gets your attention, eyes snapping to his, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I know I don’t say it enough but you mean everything to me.” He says softly.

You desperately want to burrow into his arms, but his dismissal of you still stings, honing in on your biggest insecurities. You weren’t anything special, you knew that, not compared to the Heather Holloway’s of the world; and fucking Carol always getting under your skin stoking the idea that one day Billy would just up and leave.

“You really hurt me.” You say shakily, “Please don’t ever say something like that again unless you really want me to go, because I can’t do this a second time.” You plead.

“Never, ever.” He promises, caressing your face, gazing intently into your eyes.

You sniffle loudly, finally allowing him to fold you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I made you cry baby.” He apologizes, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head.

“You scared me.” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging hard to his back.

“I know, I know.” He rocks you gently, before tilting your face up to kiss you softly. “But I'm not letting you go angel, ever.”

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x AFAB Reader #billy hargrove drabble #stranger things #billy stranger things #billy hargrove comfort #billy hargrove hurt

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guns-blazing · 7 days

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the "did martlet use DT to become zenith?" masterpost

tl;dr: yes. this isn't even up for debate, i don't get why people doubt this, she used DT.

if i missed anything you find relevant lmk. i Will add it and Can credit you.

1. if she didn't use DT, it would either have to be integrity extract, which it can't be...

the integrity extract instantly cracked kanako's soul + kanako's soul is much stronger than martlet's = martlet would not have been standing after that injection. also "immediately going into a coma" and "becoming a superpowered beast able to withstand loads of blasts sourced straight from a human soul before melting" are two entirely different reactions to the serum, this doesn't make any sense.

not to mention, that's... not how the extract is (meant to) work (it doesn't work). ceroba was supposed to inject it into a boss monster, and then extract stuff from the boss monster, then inject said stuff into a regular monster to make them like a boss monster. so, was it the finished serum? no.

2. ...or it would have to be chujin's serum, which it can't be.

that serum doesn't exist. we know that serum doesn't exist because the person who making it is ceroba. and ceroba is trying to make it exist because it doesn't exist right now. this was the plot of the pacifist final boss. it isn't chujin's serum.

3. minor inconsistencies with the two DT-fueled monsters we see in undertale aren't enough to disprove she used DT, and aren't really that inconsistent

"it contradicts undertale's DT" is the main (and only...) evidence i see people bring up against martlet using DT. but it doesn't hold.

alphys injects fallen down monsters with DT. this strengthens them so much they come back from the brink of death, start walking around for a while, and then start melting. on the brink of death, undyne pulls herself together in a superpowered form, fueled only by determination, to stop you from wiping out everyone in the world. she starts melting to death when you bring her down to 0 hp.

martlet, doing quite fine, injects herself with DT, which strengthens herself into a superpowered form. this effect starts wearing off and she starts melting as you wear down her HP, and then her melting is rapidly accelerated at 0 HP until she turns to dust.

it isn't a perfect match for either but it's still pretty damn close. especially because we haven't actually seen a living monster get directly injected with pure DT; the amalgamates were injected while fallen down and undyne probably never got an injection. Probably.

i find zenith totally feasible with what we know of DT even if it doesn't perfectly match the two canon cases we've seen... it feels like a combination of those two.

this makes me feel like missed something, because this is the only point i've seen argued against her using DT, maybe i just dont get it? but i looked into it and can't find any reason this is contradictory. lets consider hypothetically, though. even if it is contradictory and the serum effects are a bit off compared to DT's effects... the serum being from chujin contradicts everything we know about his work and ceroba's work and a huge chunk of the ketsukane plot. comparing these two i'd pick DT any day

that was all the rebuttal evidence. now for the actual "why is this DT"

4. she uses a substance in a syringe to change her form, becomes super powerful, then starts melting

we know this stuff

5. battle against a true hero is in retribution

probably the weakest evidence on this list, because i guess you could claim it's because they both melt to death at the end. but i find this doubles as pretty good evidence martlet used determination because her song uses a motif from undyne the undying's song who we know fought with determination.

her unused vengeance theme, final stand, also has a motif directly from "determination" which cant be used as real evidence because it's unused but 1. its a little interesting they used determination and 2. honestly im just including this so more people hear final stand

but throw the rest of this post away. because, most importantly...

6. what was the point of this cutscene

seriously explain why a cutscene showing martlet breaking into the true lab where the DT experiments are was important enough to interrupt her fight with if she didn't use DT. literally this cutscene is meant to prove she used DT. it makes zero sense for this not to be about the DT. why else would this be here. what else would she do there. she. stole. determination.

edit 7. can't believe i forgot this

Yeah um i dont actually know whats up with this. shes very clearly fine and not fallen down in this. "fallen down" means in a coma, and shes not in a coma now, and at the end of the fight she isnt in a coma either (she melts (again, something that we've only ever seen with DT)), but her flavor text and check text both say fallen down, so clearly that's extra significant here.

it could be... alphys injected DT into fallen down monsters, so this is like... paralleling... or maybe she's on deaths door... I DONT KNOW. but we've seen what happened when kanako fell down- she fell unconscious and wouldn't wake up. this isn't at all what happens to martlet. and this doesn't happen to her because she didnt get injected with integrity serum.

#uty #uty spoilers #cerulean post #undertale yellow #martlet uty #uty martlet

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mimisempai · 7 months

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Unexpected

Summary

When Casey followed Hunter B-15 to meet the man she called O.B., he certainly didn't expect to meet his lifelong idol, Ouroboros, the author of the book that never left his side.

But what he also didn't expect was that the other man would be so kind and have the most charming smile.

Notes

I fell in love with these two sunshines…

On Ao3

Rating G - 870 words

Casey followed Hunter B-15 and had no idea where she was taking him. But he appreciated not being tied to his desk and finally felt like he was doing something useful, so he eagerly followed her.

They arrived in a semicircular room that seemed empty, and B-15 called out, "Hey, O.B., this is Casey. I thought he could help."

A voice answered, "We're all gonna die!" but no one was visible.

Advancing into the room, B-15 called out again, "O.B.?"

Rapid footsteps drew their attention to the left, and Casey saw a man emerge from the stairs, shouting again, "We're all gonna die!"

Then, to Casey's surprise, he stopped in front of him and shook his hand vigorously, saying, "Oh. Hey, nice to meet you."

Then he gave him a quick smile and, not giving Casey a chance to react, continued on toward B-15, repeating, "We're all gonna die."

The hunter asked, "What do you mean?"

The man, O.B., put his things on a desk and turned to them and said, "The blast doors won't open."

Casey interjected, "Did you try the C-12 bypass?"

Then, putting his money where his mouth was, he pressed the appropriate control button as O.B. replied, "That won't work.

Casey chuckled slightly and asked a little mockingly, "Are you sure?"

The man casually replied, "Of course. I wrote it."

Casey froze and said nothing for a moment, mouth agape.

This guy had just said he'd written the command. But then... that meant...

Casey managed to articulate despite his stupor, "Wait..."

He pulled out the booklet he always kept in the back pocket of his pants and asked, barely able to contain his excitement, "You're Ouroboros?"

O.B. looked surprised that Casey had asked as he replied, "Yes?"

Casey, wanting to be sure, asked, pointing to the orange booklet, "You wrote the TVA guidebook."

The other man looked absolutely delighted when he asked, "You've read it?"

Casey immediately replied, not a little proudly, "Read it? I practically memorized it," then laughed slightly as he looked at B-15 before asking the other man, "Will you sign mine for me?"

O.B. replied enthusiastically, "Of course I will. Happy to do it."

They both leaned over the book and Casey showed him where to sign, "Yeah, just next to your picture."

"Hold on."

It was B-15.

Casey had completely forgotten about her, and apparently O.B. had as well.

When she got their attention back, she continued, "You just said we're all gonna die."

O.B. became serious again, and in the same state of stress as at the beginning of the conversation, as he said, "Oh, right. The containment doors are locked, and only the person who designed it can open it with a live scan of his temporal aura."

B-15 caught on and calmly said, "He Who Remains."

O.B. continued, "And he's dead. So without Miss Minutes to help us override the lock, we're stuck."

Casey replied matter-of-factly, "So we have to convince a rogue artificial intelligence to come back to work.

O.B. replied, "Whatever we're doing, we gotta do it fast. The more those branches grow, the closer this thing comes to melting down. I'll build the device, but you need to find a way in or it won't matter."

They stood in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the task, then B-15 was the first to come to her senses and headed for the door. Casey followed suit when he was held back by O.B., who had put his hand on his arm.

Casey turned to him and although he looked worried, O.B. asked gently, "If you don't mind... uh, Casey. I'd like you to come and talk to me about what you learned in my manual. That is, if we can get this mess straightened out. You're the first person to talk to me about it like this in... I don't know how long, and since I've never had any real feedback, I'd love to hear yours."

The last few months had brought many changes to Casey's life. Sometimes unsettling, sometimes very destabilizing, but the fact that someone wanted to talk to him and listen to what he had to say wasn't one of them.

And there was no way he was going to turn down an invitation from his all-time idol. The mysterious person behind the ingenious and practical words of the TVA guide.

So with a big smile on his face, Casey held out his hand and said, "It's a deal!"

O.B., also smiling, took Casey's hand, and this time the handshake was not hasty and rushed like the first one, the glances and smiles were not the polite ones of people who don't know each other, but of two people with a common interest. That, too, was new to Casey.

As he left, he told himself that he'd try to help as much as he could on his own level so that he could visit O.B. as soon as possible.

Of course, he was looking forward to talking about the manual, and his haste had absolutely nothing to do with O.B.'s smile.

Nothing at all.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

#Loki #ouroboros #OB #Casey #OB x Casey #Casey x OB #Time nerds #LokiS2 #loki s2 spoilers #LokiS2Spoilers #LokiSeason2Spoilers #Loki Season 2 Spoilers

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lunarrolls · 10 months

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37. feeblemind with ashton and orym?

this prompt then proceeded to haunt me for an entire twenty four hours. i wanted to write some good ol’ mindfuckery, but my instinctual need to make the scenarios of these prompts make sense simply could not fucking justify a feeblemind being thrown at either of these guys. if you REEEALLY want that mindfuckery, masterqwertster wrote an ashton feeblemind/greater restoration ficlet on this same prompt list! HOWEVER. i did write something. i’m stretching the list a bit here, but i had the idea after hours of puzzling and i HAD to get it down. SO. hopefully this is a suitable replacement!

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Feeblemind is an eighth-level enchantment spell on the bard, druid, warlock, and wizard spell lists.

You blast the mind of a creature that you can see within range, attempting to shatter its intellect and personality. The target takes 4d6 psychic damage and must make an Intelligence saving throw.

On a failed save, the creature’s Intelligence and Charisma scores become 1. The creature can’t cast spells, activate magic items, understand language, or communicate in any intelligible way. The creature can, however, identify its friends, follow them, and even protect them.

At the end of every 30 days, the creature can repeat its saving throw against this spell. If it succeeds on its saving throw, the spell ends. The spell can also be ended by Greater Restoration, Heal, or Wish.

•

“Do you ever think about that professor?”

Orym starts a little at the question. It’s been a quiet watch, nothing much going on tonight, and for the most part him and Ashton have been content to simply sit in comfortable silence while the rest of their friends sleep. The sudden inquiry comes out of nowhere, and Orym has to think for a second to answer it.

“Yeah, I do,” Orym says. “The lady in Yios?”

Ashton nods. Orym notices that they won’t meet his eyes—their gemstone gaze stares off intently into the distance. “Kadija. Kadija Sumal, that was her name.”

He trails off into silence, obviously working at whatever he really wants to say. Ashton’s jaw always tightens when he’s got something to say but isn’t sure whether to say it. Orym’s noticed that he usually errs on the side of silence if interrupted, deeming the sentiment pointless after a moment, so he waits quietly for his friend to chase the threads that tangle behind the glass encasing his opalescent mind.

“She—she was ruined, Orym,” Ashton says.

Orym is caught slightly off-guard by the tightness of their words, mirroring their jaw—it’s uncharacteristic of them to be openly bothered by someone they’d only met once.

“Ludinus just—“

They make a grandiose hand gesture.

“I dunno. He just—he just waltzed in there and—and broke her like it was fucking nothing, Orym. She didn’t do anything.” They blow out a breath and roll their shoulders, staring down at the ground with a familiar angry expression. “I’m not making any goddamn sense. Whatever. She just—she’s just on my mind, is all. Random thought.”

Orym sits for a moment, tilting his head and trying to recall exactly what had happened at the Seminary. Ashton had vanished for a while, off on some random mission with an acquaintance from a million years ago (which, honestly, Orym was surprised that hadn’t happened more often given the sheer amount of random and strange people Ashton seemed to know all across Exandria), and then reappeared on the steps. Together with Chetney, they’d blackmailed the lady at the front desk and threatened her with a ladle (which was very funny, honestly, Orym had been a little sad that the Crown Keepers hadn’t seen how he’d handled that, he had a feeling they’d approve), and then ventured up to the classrooms only to find Imogen, Laudna, F.C.G., and Fearne crowded into a small office room, surrounded by a chaotic mess of fluttering papers. Orym had immediately thrown himself into searching for clues, making sure Ludinus wasn’t coming back (though, at the time, none of them had any goddamn idea who that asshole was).

But he remembered Ashton’s impromptu interview of the professor. The blankness of her stare. The childlike placidness she displayed, sitting alone and small in that room.

Ashton had offered her water, asked her what her name was, been gentle and even kind to her. Orym’d almost never seen them like that—even when they were at their softest, admitting affection for Chetney and F.C.G. on the deck of the Silver Sun, he’d never seen them act that way any other time. Even though the professor’s name hadn’t stuck in his mind the way it clearly had Ashton’s, he remembered the moment very clearly.

“Are you worried about her?” Orym asks, attempting to mirror Ashton’s distant stare into the middle distance. “Or… something else?”

“No, no, not worried about her,” Ashton says. “That fuckin’ place was absolutely crawling with mages. She’s probably fine now. Just—I hate Ludinus for that.”

Orym swallows his own white-hot rage at the mention of the name. He feels his expression harden.

“She was just a teacher,” Ashton says. Orym sees their fists clench out of the corner of his eye. “And he shattered her. Completely robbed her. She didn’t even have a way of fighting back, didn’t fucking threaten him or anything. She was just briefly in his way.”

Another pause. Orym hears Ashton shift across from him, curling in on themself, a hand on their hammer.

“We only got away from the Key at all because of Keyleth,” Ashton says bluntly, “because of that asshole buff lady and the fucking wizard guy who knew about my head. If they hadn’t been attracting his eye, who the fuck knows where we’d be now. You saw how he broke them too.”

And, oh, did Orym see it. He sees it every time he closes his eyelids, every time he gets too comfortable.

“We can’t ignore this,” Ashton continues. “But I—ugh. Fuck. I don’t know.”

“You don’t want to be broken again,” Orym says softly.

“No,” Ashton replies, finally glancing down at him, “I don’t want you all to be broken. And he can just fucking shatter us like fucking eggshells.”

Orym considers this. Lets it wash over his skin like an ice bath. Breathes deeply. Ashton’s right on some level. Some rational, horribly pragmatic level. Ashton is often right on that horrible, annoying level. It’s one of their strong suits.

Orym can’t fish up the right words to comfort his friend because, well, for all he pretends to just be the muscle of the group, Ash is surprisingly insightful. He doesn’t like to be lied to. So Orym won’t try. He would hate being lied to, in Ashton’s place.

“You’re right,” Orym says simply, almost absently, “we’re fucked.”

Ashton nods bitterly. “Fucked.”

“But,” Orym continues, gesturing out to their sleeping friends, “they’re strong. They’re stronger than us. If we’re shattered, like Sumal, I think they’ll pick up the pieces. I know they will. Who knows what happens after that, but they’re strong, at least.”

Ashton sighs and shifts again, curling tighter, his glassy eye poking just above the ridge of his kneecap. “…right. Right. They’re the best of us. I’m just—worried, I guess.”

“Too much time to think, huh?” Orym teases, his gaze sliding over to them directly.

“It’s a dangerous fucking pastime,” Ashton quips. “Nothing good comes of it. No idea how you or Chetney stand it.”

“Did you just imply that Chetney thinks? As a pastime?”

“Oh, fuck off. If you tell him any of this, I swear—“

#cr #cr3 #ashton greymoore #orym #roll performance #charisma save #playing with orym’s godly passive perception in fics is so fun #this halfling Sees Everything. he knows so much shit about his friends’ nervous habits #i KNOW the spell that hit kadija wasn’t a feeblemind #it was probably a geas if i had to guess #BUT. it was close. and i wanted to write this so bad for some reason as soon as i thought of it #ashton’s so fun to write in uncomfortable conversations. mf talks in circles just like me fr #spelling disasters

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skzddicted · 2 years

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rock

bang chan (bf) x gn reader

wc: 524

fluff, established relationship

warnings: uhhh I don't think there's any please let me know if you find any!!!!!

a/n: hiiii this is my first fic i post on here (i def wasn’t a wattpad writer or anything) so i’d really appreciate feedback on what i could do better or just in general a comment on how u like it/what u thought :)) A reblog or like if u liked it would also be very very appreciated :D

another short a/n : this is like 99% me writing abt my own rock obsession wishing i had a chan<;/3 yes i did have an emo phase

The music blasted through the speakers while you and Chan sang along.

It was fun. You didn’t know how much you needed this road trip with him, but it felt so freeing being away from daily life and work, even if it was just for a bit, it felt so good. Especially being with Chan.

As the song that was playing slowly came to an end you picked up your phone to play another you were in the mood for. “Is it fine if I switch to another playlist?”, you looked up at Chan, who nodded, eyes still fixated on the road “Yeah sure, go ahead.” Little did he know you were going to play your rock/hard rock playlist on shuffle since you haven’t really listened to it in a while and missed blasting it in the car.

It wasn’t that you were hiding it on purpose or anything like that but it just never really occurred to you to bring up your literal obsession with rock and metal in a conversation with Chan, which was quite odd since music was your topic of conversation more often than not. So the look of surprise on Chan’s face when you started the song and started singing along was priceless.You didn't see it though since you were way into your singing to notice anything around you, you also didn’t notice the fond smile adorning your boyfriend’s face as he glanced at you.

In Chris’ eyes you were adorable.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about it?”

“Nope”

With the realization slowly hitting you you got more and more shy. ‘Idiot.’ You thought to yourself ‘What if he finds it weird or cringe even?? Ofc he would, who even listens to music from over 10 years ago anymore??? Great. Now he thinks you’re-’

“You’re so cute” Chan cut off your train of thought as if he could read your mind.

“What?” You were dumbfounded. Cute??? He thought you were cute after this????

“Yeah, I mean, it was definitely unexpected but it’s cute.” He chuckled again and the shyness hit you even harder than before.

Now you were a blushing mess trying to hide your face in your hands, the music playing long forgotten. Chan glanced at you again then started laughing.

“You still blush when I call you cute?”

“Shut up” you replied trying to hide your face even further. “You’re adorable” Chan said, patting your head as you whined for him to stop.

“By the way,” he spoke again after a bit, making you look up at him “Hm?”

“Send me the playlist I like it.”

Your whole face lit up with excitement “Really?” “Yeah,” He smiled “You know It’s also great inspo for our new album since we really wanted to go for a rock concept.” You sent him the playlist immediately and started rambling about your favorite songs and bands, and you were the happiest sharing something you loved with the person you loved the most.

masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshot #skz fic #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #skz fluff #bangchan oneshot #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chris #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #chan oneshot #chan #fluff #skz oneshots #alt rock

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intrepidacious · 2 years

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Idk if you answer this type of questions but how is reader and bucky from set me free? 🥺💙 What are they up to? I loved them so much, and now I'm attached. Are they living together in the city? Or maybe it was overwhelming and they moved to a small town or a cabin in the woods?

well you’re actually the first person to ever ask this type of question 🥺 with most of my stories, i’m done thinking about them by the time i stop writing, but luckily for you, these two are very dear to me as well. so i do have a few thoughts

being understood

pairing: bucky barnes x (former) nymph!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: an uncharacteristic amount of fluff

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: this is a continuation of my fic set me free, please read that one first!! title is, once again, taken from the little mermaid musical <3

life as a human is different than you’d expected

mostly, it’s in a good way, but they really overcomplicate things wherever they can, don’t they?

but it doesn’t matter, because you’re not alone in this

it takes two weeks to cross the atlantic, on a ship you would have smelled from miles away just a few days ago, but now you find that, strangely enough, you don’t mind as much

you hate wearing shoes though. bucky still has to force them on your feet

"you’re gonna freeze to death, angel, and then what’ll become of me?"

he gets a glare for that, until he distracts you with a kiss

(it’s one of the better developments by far)

and you talk

you’ve been telling each other stories for a long time at this point, but now you don’t have to hold back anymore. now it’s not a tediously slow thing that takes hours to coax out of a dried up pen

you haven’t talked this much in years, decades maybe, because who would you have talked to, and about what? the river knew the seasons just as well as you did

now, though, for the first time in your life, you’ve got some catching up to do. and you love it

when you get to new york, you both move in with bucky’s family at first. because of course you do

winnie loves you immediately, and so do the twins, but rebecca’s a little more apprehensive. she’s like her father in that sense

they both feel that something isn’t quite normal with you

you’ve decided that you weren’t going to tell anyone else about your past

(you’re pretty sure steve knows, and some of the howlies at least suspect, but no one has ever confronted you about it, and you can live with things being a bit up in the air)

not that they’d believe you, anyway. you’ve found that believing in things beyond what is considered "rational" has dwindled horrifically over the centuries

your best bet, then, is to wait and to hope. you’re quite good at that

and thankfully, becca trusts her brother enough to let herself slowly warm up to you until one day, she offers to teach you how to braid challah

(you manage until the dough needs proofing, which is when you excuse yourself to the fire escape, breathing in the cool night air that smells faintly of smoke and dust, blinking until your vision doesn’t blur anymore. this is happy, you think. and then bucky ducks out to wrap his jacket around your shoulder and you marvel at the fact that happiness is a thing that expands every time you think you’ve reached its peak)

it’s nice, living with his family, and you can tell bucky needed this

he’s still in a lot of pain because of his arm, even though he tries to shield you from it

but you feel it, still, in your skin, your blood, your bones. his nightmares and yours work in tandem

some days, trying to kiss the doubts away just isn’t enough

whenever that happens, you’re both drawn to the water

it’s different from the one you called home, salty and wild, but it knows you, and it knows him. water changes, but it doesn’t forget

so when you walk along the beach on coney island hand in hand, blasted shoes left behind for once, and the sea laps at your toes, it’s like a gentle caress

being remembered, being understood by something so much larger than yourselves seems like an almost heartbreaking reassurance

(that longing will stay with you for the rest of your days, but you learn to live with the ache)

after a while, though, you both get restless

there’s just not enough room for seven people. bucky constantly feels like he’s in everyone’s way, and the kids have long given up trying to teach you pinochle

"what do you think we try'n get our own place? just you and me?"

the question is whispered into your ear in the dead of night, as if he were seriously thinking you capable of refusing an idea as wonderful as that

"or," he continues, because he can’t see the smile spreading on your face, "we can use some of that pension of mine and just get out of town for a while"

your hands find his face, tracing its sharp edges until you feel them soften underneath your fingertips

"doesn’t matter where we go. but i wanna go with you"

you’re not hurried in deciding your future. you’ve started to learn that while human years might be short, their days are long. and you have time

besides, steve made some arrangements that require bucky to go into manhattan several times a week

(howard stark, you learn, is not a doctor, but he’s a smart man, and there are some tricks he’s thought up to use broken fins again)

he seems lighter than you’ve ever known him, despite the additional weight on his shoulder

your boy hates feeling useless, even if no one’s ever thought him so

by the way his face lights up the first time he manages to move metal fingertips, you suppose this is a good development

it gives him some of that confidence back that you’d only seen flickers of before

bucky proposes to you for the second time on that beach on coney island, after you've been laughing and shouting through the afternoon and pressing into his side on terrifying rollercoasters you curse his name for

he’s so nervous, down on one knee, that you almost feel bad for laughing with the joy bubbling up inside of you when you tell him that you already accepted him weeks ago

he blushes again, and that pink tingeing his cheeks is quickly becoming your favourite colour

his grandma's ring fits your finger perfectly, and the fact that it’s adorned with a tiny pearl found in the depths of the sea generations ago seems fateful

(careful, pearl, your mother used to say, and maybe she knew even then that you’d never learn to listen. that you were destined for something other than the loneliness of rivers and stones. something grander like the ocean you fell in love with; the one in bucky’s eyes)

"let’s see the world," you whisper against his lips, and you feel that beautiful smile of his more than you see it

you’re more than ready for the rest of your happy ending

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