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spacedace · 1 year

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I know it was a prompt and u said you werent gonna do anything with it (and you so should) but i love ur two posts on the Queen of Clones Elle/Amnesiac Champion Kon AU (especially Kon's knight design (like ghost tattoos?!?!? so so cool) and Elle's relationship with him). Got anymore headcanons about this au? Who are the other clones you envisioned playing the background characters? Do Kon and Tim actually cuddle in the Only One Bed scenario? Does Elle get a cool princess/queen design(s) since Kon gets a knight one? Does Tim walk into Kon's knight practice and have a "oh no he's hot" moment? Just afagshjdksll this au is so cool please tell me all about it

The thing is, whenever I say "I'm going to put X idea here for someone else to grab since I'm never going to do anything with it" I'm lying. I'm a liar. It's still lives in my brain and is taking over all rational thought. I have at least 85% of a story written in my head when I say that, I just know that I'm never going to sit down and actually write it down lol

I have SO MANY thoughts about this AU, you have no idea what you've done asking me about it haha

(and seriously if anything at all in my ramblings here is of interest to anyone have at it, everything I post should always be considered free game to use as a writing prompt haha)

Like, between Elle getting snatched by the GIW & Kon ending up in custody with the Justice League for a bit, a lot of the clones that weren't involved in the rescue(s) who are out in the wider multiverse come pouring in to check on them and there's this huge impromptu "Congrats on Escaping a Government Agency" party for the two of them.

There are so many clones just everywhere, Tim is overwhelmed by them all (and hasn't actually realized that the whole deal of the place is that everyone there is a clone yet). But he's dealing. He's sticking close to Kon (because he's never letting Kon leave his sight again, especially since he's half convinced that Elle kidnapped & brainwashed Kon into being her loyal servant for evil purposes) and getting introduced to the most diverse group of entities he's ever seen before (humans aren't the only ones who get into cloning).

And then there's an excited whoop as some kid comes flying out of a portal and launches himself at Kon, talking a thousand miles a second, just so happy Kon is back and okay and the boy is so chipper and happy and sweet that it takes Tim a second to realize holy shit is that Damian????

The kid is the Heretic, aged down and growing up again with a fresh slate after getting sent to Elle's Haunt post however he disappeared/died in DC canon (I'm a bit fuzzy on those details). Of course that information takes a bit for Tim to figure out, becuase the kid has no memories at all of being the Heretic or of Damian or Talia or Bruce or fighting his way out of a whale fully grown. As far as he's concerned he's Antonio, Paulina Sanchez' adopted son, and like sure he's somebody's clone but that really doesn't matter to him, he only comes to Elle's haunt to hang out and tag along behind Kon because he thinks Kon is the coolest. (Kon is explaining this to Tim as a bright, cheerful, normal kid version of Damian is sitting on his shoulders. Tim is losing his god damn mind).

And the Only One Bed Thing!! Okay, so like, Kon is Elle's Champion and basically her unofficial Heir. When Elle isn't around he's in charge of her Haunt and looking after all the other clones. And even when she is there he just goes full Big Brother mode on everyone. It doesn't matter if the clones that end up in the Haunt are actually older than him, he's their big brother now.

To that end, clones end up coming to Kon all the time in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of nightmares and stuff. And Kon is the cuddliest motherfucker. He's all about platonic cuddles to help people sleep. Just about every clone that's ever spent any time at Elle's haunt has ended up curled up in a blanket fort in Kon's room getting cuddled into feeling safe and cared for.

So for Kon? Only One Bed is no issue at all.

Oh all the clones coming over for the party has taken up all the rooms and Elle is "too weak from recovering" for her Haunt to make more? Of course Red Robin can stay in his room! His bed is so comfy and there's more than enough room for both of them (and like, sure, he's kinda panicking a little because he's never cuddled with anyone he's sorta had a tiny bit of a crush on, but he cab be cool! Besides, its hard to fully commit to the crush one Red Robin when Mystery Boy is out there somewhere, oh maybe he can ask Red Robin about him! He seems to know so much about Kon he'll know who Kon is in love with back in his old life!)

Tim, on the other hand, is just fully:

Over the prospect of having to keep his shit together while sleeping in the same bed as Kon (who sleeps without a shirt, jesus fucking christ, Kon has tattoos now since when did that happen??? why is he somehow more attractive than when he disappeared??? oh god Tim is going to have a fucking heart attack) especially after Kon drops the bomb that the only thing he can remember from before is some guy that Kon was apparently totally in love with??? Like Tim is being thrown wildly between being a Bi Disaster to being totally devistated and back again.

He mostly manages to keep himself together, at least until it's actually time for bed and it turns out that Kon is a cuddler when he sleeps (Kon did warn him! "just shove me off if I end up trying to use you as a pillow it won't wake me up" he said, and Tim thought "well it can't be that bad" he was so fucking wrong) and Tim ends up wrapped up in a cocoon of muscled and tattooed Kryptonian arms with his face smushed into Kon's chest and Kon nuzzling into Tim's hair in his sleep and it's the most comfortable Tim's ever been in his life and Kon purrs in his sleep like how is that even fair??? (I love the Kyrptonian's purr headcanon so much it has to be in here lol)

By the end of the first week Tim's has slept more and better than he has in years. He's genuinely forgotten what it's like to have a normal sleep schedule. Even with all his panicking, Kon sleepily curling up around him and hugging him like a teddy bear just knocks him out. It's insane.

And Elle! I have so many thoughts about Elle in this AU!

I mentioned it in one of my other posts on this AU that Elle gives off Vibes based off her various Epitaphs that she's gained, and I think that she'd kinda push that to the max when it came to Tim for awhile when Kon first shows up with him.

Like, she takes one look at Tim and is like "ah, this is Mystery Boy my amnesiac bestie has been on about forever" while also realizing that Kon has no idea that he's just panic-kidnapped the one person he sorta remembers from his old life. Which is the oppurtunity of so much fun matchmaking chaos. And she loves Kon, she's planning on officially making him her Heir so that he becomes Prince of Clones as well as her Champion, she wants him to be happy.

But also she's protective over him, more even than a lot of the other clones that end up in her Haunt. Kon doesn't remember his old life and he was so badly injured when he ended up in Elle's haunt that Frostbite hadn't been sure he would survive. Add in the fact that Red Robin was clearly with the people that had captured Kon while he and the other clones were getting her out of the GIW facility (and that the Justice League is sort of a government agency in it's own right) and Elle isn't totally sold on Tim.

She goes out of her way to give off extra creepy vibes while around him. Making sure he understands that she's more than strong enough to destroy him if he even thinks about hurting Kon. At least in the early days of Tim being in her haunt. She does, eventually, lighten up - especially when Kon gives her the big eyes and asks her to trust him, that he knows that Red Robin is someone he believes is good and that won't ever hurt him. She's still keeps a close eye on Tim, but does chill out a little after that.

And she does have a Queen Form (and a princess form when she's doing her Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms thing). She has a couple different forms/designs depending on which Epitaph she's invoking (and of course a fun vaguely eldritch shadow form that scares the shit out of Tim haha).

Her Clone Queen design is BIG, not quite massive Eldritch Ghost King Danny big, but definitely big. Like 20-30 feet tall big, so she can pick up and carry/hold all her clone children like little babies (if any clones are from a race/species that's bigger than that her size adjusts so she's always big enough to carry them).

She has a crown made out of mirror shards that float around and move so that it's always changing shape (I've been feeling clones being called "Mirrorborn" in the Infinite Realms since there's kind of a naming convention already with "unborn" and clones could be seen as kind of like reflections in a way. Elle's official title is actually "Queen of the Mirrorborn" though sometimes is called "Mother of Mirrors" that's why Kon's sheild reflects things, since Elle made it for him out of a piece of her crown while naming him her Champion) and wears a dress that also looks like it's covered in mirrors. It's actually very soft and comfortable and it's super common for clones to climb around or curl up in her skirts and sleep in there.

Her dress does turn into armor though if she needs to fight. And while in Clone Queen mode it's actually super easy for her to duplicate herself a bunch of times.

Knight Training!

Once Elle chills out on Tim a little and is fully onboard the matchmaking train with the rest of the clones (all while absolutely none of them tell Kon that Red Robin is obviously his Mystery Boy) she has Fright Knight show up more often to train Kon specifically for the purpose of Tim walking in on shirtless Tim expertly going through sword forms and sparring with various other clones. And of course Tim and Kon have to have a sparring scene, where Tim is so distracted by Kon being so fucking attractive he ends up pinned against a wall with the flat of a sword under his chin and Kon giving him a cheeky wink and then it's on and there's a whole dramatic flirty fight scene as they make their way through half of Elle's Haunt while sword fighting.

Also! Since Elle's entire court is actually there for once, a bunch of different monarchs around the Infinite Realms decide to host a tournament, so Kon gets to do official knight stuff in his best armor. And Tim gets place of honor right next to Elle during all the jousting and fighting stuff so he gets the best view of Kon kicking ass.

Tim (still wearing his mask because even if he's pretty sure that no one here is evil or would use his secret identity against him - or even care that he has one) has been all dressed up in some gorgeous clothes fit for his status as "Companion" to a Queen's Champion/future Heir. Just something absolutely insanely georgous in the colors of his Red Robin suit, with a dramatic but entirely functionless cape and Kon's crest (not Elle's but Kon's) embroidered on it and it's Kon's turn to blue screen at seeing Tim for the first time all dressed up.

And Tim is maybe finally putting together from talking with Kon that he might be Mystery Boy that Kon remembers from before and that Kon is in love with. So just before Kon is going out to joust, Tim - taking Elle's advice that he should give Kon a favor before the tournament for good luck - and wanting it to be more meaningful than just a handkerchief or something, takes his mask of and gives it to Kon as his favor.

And Kon just loses his god damn mind because Mystery Boy and Red Robin are the same person and all he wants to do is kiss Tim stupid but Fright Knight Master of Chivalry is like "nope you gotta win this tournament and bring honor to your beloved and do this whole ridiculous song and dance about it, no kissing, get out there and smash some heads together - and keep your helmet on this time!" and just yeets a disgruntled Kon out into the field before he can do anything.

And of course with all this extra incentive - Fright is serious about that whole "prove your love through combat" thing he's not going to be allowed to even kiss Tim's hand unless he wins and is perfectly chivalous while doing it - Kon wins the Tournament and is given the flower crown he's supposed to give to the most beautiful of all the observers and of course he gives it to Tim and he doesn't care if there's a forty step courting process he's supposed to follow Fright, he's fucking kissing Tim and there's nothing you can do about it!

Literally seconds away from them finally kissing is when the Justice League kick down the door to get Tim back.

The ghosts aren't even the ones that wrecks the Justice League's shit for interuppting, it's just Tim screaming at them about being cock blocks for forty minutes while Kon screams into the void in the background.

(Kon does get his memories back eventually, and he and Tim do finally get that kiss and start dating. But at that point Kon has been named Elle's heir so Fright Knight is even more rediculous about Correct Courting Steps than before because Kon is a Prince now. Elle is just relieved that it turns out that the Justice League nuked the GIW while they were looking for Tim, because they were not okay with them or the Anti-Ecto Laws. Kon is mortified at having what is effectively his adoptive mother constantly popping in to dote on him while in the middle of fights, Elle is having a great time.)

#spaced asks and ace answers #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #god queen of clones Elle #Knight Champion Kon #Clone Club #clone club shinanigans #kon x tim #timkon #kon kent #kon el #kon el kent #tim drake #conner kent #danielle fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #dani fenton #justice league #fright knight #long post is long #i just have SO MANY IDEAS for this AU #Justice League: We're here to rescue you!#Tim - so fucking close to getting to make out with Kon in all his knightly glory: You're a bunch of mother fuckers is what you are #Just imagining Tim screeching like a banshee at Bruce and the rest while wearing a flower crown #he's had a consistent sleep schedule he's more powerful than they could ever possibly imagine #Also just imagine Cheerful Damian Clone Antonio wandering up like: Hi! You guys want to be my friends? I have coloring books!! :D #Justice League: *fear*

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPTS * assorted lines from her albums

meet me at midnight.

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i snuck in through the garden gate.

they say looks can kill, and i might try.

tell me to run.

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.

i play it cool with the best of them.

love's a game. wanna play?

maybe we got lost in translation.

no one's celebrating.

don't say i didn't warn you.

we're dancing all night.

i didn't choose this town.

i should just tell you to leave.

you can try to change my mind.

we were both young when i first saw you.

let's get out of this town.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

i'd live and die for moments that we stole.

what would he do if he found us out?

all this shit is new to me.

i could show you incredible things.

i waited ages to see you there.

i miss you.

i should not be left to my own devices.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

please don't go.

get it off your chest.

you look like my next mistake.

you told your family for a reason.

maybe i asked for too much.

can i go where you go?

i know it's long gone.

i think it's time to teach some lessons.

life will lose all meaning.

you're on your own, kid.

what you heard is true.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

everybody wants you.

boys only want love if it's torture.

nice to meet you. where you been?

one day i'll watch as you're leaving.

nothing lasts forever.

you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them.

i don't remember.

i called a taxi to take me there.

he's gonna burn this house to the ground.

i just sit here and wait.

i can read you like a magazine.

i think i've been too good of a girl.

you might have to wait in line.

close your eyes.

the blame is on me.

save all your dirtiest jokes for me.

get it off my desk.

you started it.

the jokes weren't funny.

i think i've been a little too kind.

you're not sure which is worse.

say you'll remember me.

i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

i'd like to be my old self again.

we're dead if they knew.

you've got no reason to be afraid.

by the way, i'm going out tonight.

i can picture it after all these days.

we never go out of style.

i heard you moved on.

we're young, and we're reckless.

i know you heard about me.

you were everything to me.

i've been dressing for revenge.

can we always be this close forever and ever?

i cried like a baby coming home from the bar.

no one has to know what we do.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

this is our place. we make the call.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

something about it felt like home somehow.

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

how's one to know?

i polish up real nice.

you can tell me when it's over.

do you have a man?

the worst is yet to come.

will you please stand?

don't be afraid. we'll make it out of this mess.

i dropped your hand while dancing.

this dorm was once a madhouse.

hey, let's be friends.

don't get sad. get even.

you're talking shit for the hell of it.

you'll never have to be alone.

you love the game.

it's coming back around.

i get drunk on jealousy.

where do you think she got it from?

your opal eyes are all i wish to see.

i remember it all too well.

you wouldn't know what i mean.

don't put me in the basement.

i can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

you'll come back each time you leave.

i love you and that's all i really know.

i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch.

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kimpossibly · 1 year

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DON'T LOOK DOWN -> the last of us

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi...so I'm absolutely losing my mind over this show. I have some friends who have played the game that are head over heels for it as well, but as someone who's never played, I'm SOLD. I'm in love with the world, with the characters, with the set design, EVERYTHING. Ever since I saw episode one I've had an idea rattling around in my head for an OC, so I did what I always do — come to Tumblr to flesh them out! I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you do through comments or reblogs!! Remember that if you like a fic or any post for that matter, you should like and REBLOG it, because likes mean next to nothing. Support your fellow artists and spread the love!! Enjoy, my lovely readers <3

PAIRING: PLATONIC joel miller x fem!reader (I'm talking some SERIOUS found family stuff here) WARNINGS: Heavy use of guns and weapons, mentions of the apocalypse, DETAILED descriptions of violence, trauma, and death. Family member death. I definitely sobbed while writing this SUMMARY: After losing her family and getting found by the Fireflies, Y/n goes with Ellie and Joel on a treacherous journey to Salt Lake City.

"I spy with my little eye...something blue."

"Is it the sky?"

"No, dipshit, that's too obvious." Ellie said with an eye roll.

Y/n just scoffed, shaking her head. "Joel, you got any ideas?"

"How 'bout we start with making this the last round of this game?" he said gruffly. Ellie just gave him a glare and muttered something about him being a killjoy underneath her breath. Joel cleared his throat, looking around them — the open field to the left, the forest to the right. "You got me."

Ellie groaned, her head dropping. "It was Y/n's backpack, duh." she said. "Which, I'd like to add, has two guns in it. Not one. Two."

"Cause I actually know how to use them, genius." Y/n replied. "I'm kind of shit at aiming, but I can't point and shoot until the cows come home. If there's one good thing about the apocalypse, it's that it taught me some basic life skills really damn fast.

"Aren't you from Arizona? Hunting season's pretty much year-round down there. Didn't your dad take you out hunting or something?" Joel asked.

At those words, something in Y/n's eyes glazed over. "No. No he didn't." she said, her voice flat. After a moment, she sniffed and rubbed at her nose, turning her head away so as not to let them notice. But Joel saw. She coughed. "Come on, we should pick up the pace if we want to make it to Bill's by sundown."

With that, she sped up until she was walking a good ten feet in front of them. Joel watched her with confusion, which Ellie noted.

"She does that when she doesn't want anyone to see her cry," she explained quietly. "She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do." Joel replied.

But Ellie just shook her head, glancing back at Y/n. "Not like hers."

Ellie and Y/n huddled behind the hole in the wall, listening to the sounds of gunfire come and go. Pop, pop. Silence. Pop. Y/n could barely stand it. She flinched at the familiar sound of gunfire now.

Y/n popped out above from hers and Ellie's hideout and fired a few times into the open, not sticking around to see if she'd actually hit one of their attackers. She always figured it was better if she didn't know. Based on the number of shots coming from their end, she could tell that Joel was wildly outnumbered. They weren't FEDRA or Fireflies, but they had a big enough group to overwhelm one man. Glass shattered as a bullet from the other side shattered through the truck's windshield. Y/n peeked out as glass rained down on Joel. He was alone as the enemy approached. And Y/n couldn't let that happen.

Joel carefully made his way to the other side of the truck as someone stepped in through the obliterated doorway of the laundromat. Glass crunched under his feet. Every step he took brought him closer and closer to discovering Joel. They were running out of time.

Y/n turned to Ellie suddenly, startling her. She put her hands on either sides of Ellie's face, looking at her with an expression so serious that she knew it was in her own best interest to shut the hell up. "Listen to me, you need to stay here. Don't get up. Don't move. Don't even think about it. Don't get a bright idea and try to play hero, alright?"

Ellie gave a quick nod and Y/n stooped down, unzipping her backpack as quietly as she could and pulling out one of her pistols. She began to creep to the hole in the wall, but Ellie grabbed her sleeve before she could come into view. "What are you doing?"

Y/n turned back, trying not to let the fear coursing through her show to the younger girl. "I got a bright idea."

Y/n crept carefully through the hole in the wall as the man stepped closer towards Joel's hiding place. She held her breath, both hands wrapped around the pistol, her pointer finger on the trigger.

Crunch.

The man wheeled around, and Y/n, caught off-guard, abandoned the gun, placing a strong kick to the man's stomach. He stumbled back and the gunfire resumed, stronger now than ever. Joel used this moment to leap out of his hiding spot, jamming the butt of his rifle into the back of the man's head. He crumpled on the spot, blood pouring from the point of impact.

"I told you to stay there." Joel said angrily.

"I don't listen." Y/n said. A single gunshot whizzed past them and they crouched down to avoid it.

"If you go leaping into open fire, what's to stop Ellie from doing the same, huh?"

"She wouldn't follow me out here."

"How do you know?"

"Because I told her not to."

"I told you not to. And you didn't listen." Joel said, reaching up to fire. There was a yell as his bullet met its target, and the gunfire ceased instantly. He went to reload, but found the barrel had jammed.

Y/n stood up, glaring at Joel. "She listens to me. She trusts me." she said. "You're just the guy in charge of taking us from Point A to Point B."

"Trust isn't the point here, okay?" Joel replied, standing. "You're not setting a good example for her."

"You're not my dad, Joel!" Y/n replied, her tone low and harsh. "Ellie is the closest thing I've got to family. Once we reach Salt Lake City, I'm going to be the only one she has, and I'll be damned if I take that away from her. I can protect myself. So worry about yourself."

Joel had no answer for that. Suddenly the silence they were surrounded by seemed impossibly loud. Either they had killed their attackers or frightened them enough to make them turn around and run. Y/n wasn't sure which she'd prefer.

"Are you guys done arguing so I can come out now?" Ellie's voice came out muffled.

Y/n gave Joel one last pissed off look and turned around. "Hang on, I'm coming to get ya!" she said, heading back to the hole in the wall. "Here, hand me your stuff and I'll—"

The sudden sound of the back door to the laundromat bursting open silenced her. There was a gunshot and a yell — whether it was from Joel or his attacker, she couldn't tell. Y/n didn't wait to see what was happening before she practically shoved Ellie back into the hiding spot to keep her out of harm's way.

Y/n turned as someone in dark clothing knocked Joel to the ground, scrambling on top of him pressing his rifle to his neck to choke him. "Now you're gonna fucking pay! What you fucking did, you fucking killed yourself, motherfucker!" the guy shouted, his voice filled with rage. Joel struggled against him, but his grip stayed firm, pressing harder and harder down on his throat. His shoes squeaked against the floor as he tried desperately to move away, but it was useless.

The gun weighed heavy as Y/n lifted it. Arms straight out, finger over the trigger. Joel's struggling was becoming weaker and weaker with every passing second. Beads of sweat collected on Y/n brow. This was no time for indecision. No time for fear. She grit her teeth and gripped the gun even tighter.

Bang.

The man let out a yell as he fell to the side, slumped against the wall. Joel immediately began to gasp and wheeze, taking in heaving breaths of air. Y/n stepped closer, the gun still held out, and she saw that she hadn't killed the man.

He was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently. When he removed his hands from under him, they were slick, coated with blood. He struggled to get himself up, grimacing at the pain, and Y/n realized with horror that he couldn't have been much older than she was.

He was just a kid.

"No, no, no, no, no! It's okay! It's okay. It's over. We're not fighting anymore." he shouted frantically, holding a bloodstained hand out to stop her. His voice had completely changed from before. What had been violent rage was now desperate pleading. "I'm gonna go home. I'll tell everyone you're good." he said, his voice choked with tears.

Y/n swallowed, refusing to lower her weapon as a lump in her throat began to form.

Suddenly he sobbed, his voice becoming high-pitched in distraught terror. "I don't know what to do. My legs don't work."

She had shot him in the spine. She must've paralyzed him.

"My mom isn't far, if you could get me to her." he cried.

Joel slowly began to get up, but Y/n was frozen in fear. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All she could do was watch this terrified kid beg for his life.

"We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn't know!" he said, panting through tears. "I'm Bryan! I'm Bryan. What's your name?"

Y/n's throat constricted. Tears rushed to her eyes and she didn't stop them, but her body knew better. Tears were weakness. She pushed them away almost as an instinct, but something was still weighing heavy in her chest. Bryan.

Joel's hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the pistol from the top. Y/n suddenly became aware, her eyes darting to Joel's. He said nothing, but the look on his face said all she needed to know: You know what I have to do.

Slowly, she let go of the pistol and found that her hands were shaking violently. He turned back around, causing Bryan to panic. "Wait, wait, wait!" he shouted, doing his best to drag himself further away. all he was doing was backing himself further into a corner. Suddenly he reached into a holster and pulled out a large hunting knife, dropping it to the ground. "You can have it...It's a good knife." he said, his voice becoming even more ragged.

Joel bent down and took the knife from him. Y/n was feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since the time she watched her mother's eyes close for the last time.

Joel turned to her. "Get back behind the wall." he said.

"No, no, no, no! I'm sorry! Please, please. We could just talk! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Bryan shouted, holding his hand out as if to shield himself from them.

Y/n tried to speak, but choked on her words. She paused, not sure what to say. "Joel," she said finally, her voice coming out as nothing more than a rough whisper.

Joel's expression hardened. "Y/n. Get back."

But she couldn't leave. Bryan was crying out to her, apologizing to her, begging for help. There was nothing they could do to help him, and there was nothing he could do to hurt them. But he had seen their faces, and now he knew their names. And that kind of information was deadly.

Y/n just shook her head, her eyes glazing over just as they had earlier. Joel realized then that there was no convincing her. The damage had already been done. So he turned away from her and cocked the pistol.

"No, please! Please! I'm sorry!" Bryan's cries became even more frantic. "Please! You don't have to! No, no, no! We can just talk!"

He was babbling now. Y/n couldn't move. She looked at Bryan, and for and for one fleeting instant, she saw herself that one December night seven years ago. The night she lost everything but her life.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Bang.

Two days. It had been two days since Y/n had said a word to Joel or Ellie. It had also been two days since Joel had put a bullet in Bryan's head.

She walked like someone possessed, eyes staring blankly ahead, face frozen with no expression.

Ellie did her best to goad her into conversation, but she may as well have been talking to a brick wall. Y/n never replied to her questions or laughed at her jokes. Ellie didn't scare easily, but now she was terrified. Nothing quite like this had ever happened.

The only time they ever heard a sound from her was late into the night, when she thought they were both asleep. That was when she allowed herself to cry.

Joel awoke on the third night to complete silence. As the forest floor came into focus around him, he saw Y/n sleeping bag laying flat on the ground, empty.

He sat up, images of the worst immediately coming to mind. He looked to his other side and saw Ellie, fast asleep in her bedroll. `That calmed some of his nerves, but left a lot of his questions unanswered.

The sun was just barely beginning to rise in the east when he got up, looking around himself for any sign of Y/n. There were none. So, after glancing back one more time to make sure Ellie was safe, he picked a direction and began to walk, hoping to find the elder Pain in His Ass.

He wasn't sure how long he had walked before he found her. She was sitting on the forest floor with her back against the thick trunk of a tree, her knees tucked up to her chest with Joel's jacket draped over them. She looked up when he came around, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, merely accepting the others' presence.

"I'm sorry I took your jacket." Y/n said. Her voice was rough and gravelly, and Joel discovered with surprise that he had almost forgotten what it sounded like.

"Don't worry about it." he replied. "Mind if I sit?"

She said nothing, giving a small nod and turning back to stare off into the distance. Joel moved to sit down next to her, grimacing at the pain in his joints as he did so. Y/n continued to sit like there was no one else there, her blank gaze focused on the horizon.

Joel had a pretty good idea what was bothering her. She had shot someone. And what was worse, she'd left them in pain. He almost thought it would've been better if she'd have killed him with the first bullet.

"Y/n—"

"He was crying for his mom." she said suddenly, cutting him off. "He was crying for his mom and you shot him."

Joel went silent for a moment. He'd had to do things he never imagined himself doing — that had been one of them. "I couldn't take the risk."

She knew what he meant, of course. She understood why he'd done it. And, most of all, she was almost sure that if she'd been in his position, she'd have done the same thing. But seeing firsthand what it looked like to beg for your life reminded her of things she'd rather leave in the past.

"My father was a smuggler." Y/n said, her voice hollow. "We never asked what he did; we just knew that, because of what he did, we lived a lot better than a lot of other people. I'm not really sure what he did — if he had made a bad deal, or double crossed someone that shouldn't be crossed, but I woke up on Christmas morning to gunshots coming from my living room. I should've stayed in my room, I know. But I couldn't just sit there and wait. My whole family was down there. So, I went to see if my dad was okay. He was dead before I got down the stairs. My mom grabbed me and my sister as these three guys pointed guns at our faces. She was screaming at them, begging them not to take her children, begging them to take mercy on us. All three of them shot at once."

Her voice stayed firm and toneless as she spoke. "By the time the bullet hit, I had accepted that I was going to die. My eyes shut and I never once thought they'd open again. But..." Y/n pulled down the hemline of her shirt an inch to reveal a thick white scar just below her collarbone, "fate took pity on me that day. Marlene found me just before I bled out. She kept me alive. And when I woke up, I was in the worst pain I'd ever experienced. All I could do was scream for my mom, ask if she was okay. I never got a straight answer, but I already knew what had happened. I just didn't want to believe it."

Joel listened carefully, his and Ellie's conversation echoing in his mind:

"She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do."

"Not like hers."

She was only seventeen years old — he knew that from the beginning. But now that truly seemed to sink in as he looked at her, sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, huddled under his blanket like it was a coat of armor.

"You shouldn't have had to see that," he said. "No one should."

Y/n nodded in agreement. She knew that it wasn't fair. That none of this was fair. But that didn't change that it had happened, or that she'd have to carry it with her wherever she went. It never really got lighter — that was the thing. All the memories did was get harder and harder to hold.

Her glass expression shattered then as she turned to him, tears falling out of her eyes before she could stop them. "I'm trying so hard to hang on, Joel, I really am," she said, her voice finally breaking. She all but collapsed, leaning her head on his shoulder as hers began to shake with sobs.

It had taken Joel years not to see Sarah in every kid he met — but things always fell through the cracks. When he'd least expect it, a sudden laugh or sarcastic comment would take him back to Austin, back to his daughter, and for a moment he'd almost forget that she was gone.

This was one of those times.

"Oh, Y/n," Joel said quietly, wrapping an arm around her. This girl was not Sarah. No one would ever be Sarah. But right then, Joel was almost sure that she was the closest he was ever going to get at a second chance.

"I'm sorry I don't listen," Y/n said through tears. "I know I need to set a good example for Ellie, but if we lose you...I can't be sure I can get her to the Fireflies by myself. We need you. I..."

She stopped herself just short of saying I need you.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay. You're not gonna lose me." Joel said. "And sometimes...sometimes you just can't listen. You can't take unnecessary risks, but sometimes the situation demands them. You have the sense to know when that is. The world needs more people like that. Like you.

"Don't even think about losing anyone, okay? You just can't. This whole thing, it's like walking on a tight rope. You look down, that's where you're going. So don't look down."

Y/n was coming back to her senses by now, her shoulders stilling and her tears coming to a steady stop. She nodded, wiping away at the last few stray tears and sitting up. "Don't look down," she repeated. "Is that why you're so grumpy all the time? Because you're always looking down?"

She sort of half-smiled in a way that reminded him so starkly of Sarah that he almost forgot to breathe. But he recovered, giving her a wry grin in return. "It's questions like that that make me want to throw you in a lake."

"Please, with your balance, you'd throw yourself in before anyone else."

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou #tlou show #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfiction

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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 9 months

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More smut?

This one is dedicated to my roommates who forced me to answer the question of "can you have sex in space where there's no gravity?"

Not that they will ever find or be shown this lol

also, this is NSFW

~ 2 years after AE ~

If anyone had asked why there were straps on their bedroom ceiling, Fin would lie. Even if he wanted to brag about his own genius (which he more often than not did), admitting to others that he had drilled cotton straps into his bedroom ceiling solely for the purposes of having sex with his girlfriend honestly might be the quickest way to lose his girlfriend.

And considering how much he enjoyed and wanted to continue having sex with Scarlett, he kept his mouth shut and thanked the Maker no one ever looked up when they were in his rooms, allowing him to continue to please his girlfriend while comfortable and pain-free in zero gee.

Like he was now.

His hands were splayed wide on Scarlett's butt, keeping her lower half connected to him. Her thighs, soft and supple, wrapped over his shoulders and the balls of her feet rested comfortably between his shoulder blades.

His face was pressed between her thighs, his nose bumping her clit as he slowly, torturously feasted on her. He had just returned from a fortnight long outposting for the legion, so the name of the game tonight was reacquainting himself with all of her in great detail.

He had been so far methodical in his mission, from his slow undressing of her earlier, to the marks he had taken great care to scatter along her décolletage, to this, refreshing himself with the taste of her, the sounds she made as he did so.

He knew, without looking up, that Scar was white-knuckling those straps to stay in place, equal parts frustrated and turned on by his languid pace, if the wetness she was giving him was any indication.

He grins into Scarlett as he hears a moan through her thighs and feels one of her hands card into his hair.

"Finian, please," he hears Scar whisper and he looks up to meet her eyes, the blue a thin ring around wide pupils. He winks at her and refocusses, moving one of his hands between them and slowly sliding two fingers into her, moving his lips to wrap around her clit and letting his tongue play against the sensitive bud.

He hears a little sob and a moaned "yes!" and Scarlett's hips buck.

He once again thanks her hand around the straps for making sure they don't go flying into a wall after that one (it had happened before, not a fun incident to declare in the medbay).

He continues his movements, just quick enough to get Scarlett where she needs to be. She squirms against him, her thighs pressing into his ears tighter. He's learnt her well enough to know she needs just a bit more.

He shifts his hand and on his hands next thrust up, he adds a third finger and sucks at her clit.

Scarlett lets out a long, slow moan and her body tightens. Her core clenches his fingers tight in her as she comes and the fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain and pull (quietly, he would be okay if her doing that sent him into early baldness).

He lets her ride through her orgasm, not moving away from her until he feels her loosen.

He pushes himself up her body, tracing her curves with his hands on the way up. He wraps his hand around hers on the strap still being held onto, Scar not minding that his fingers are still wet as she intertwines their fingers. He grins at her flushed face and kisses her, other hand cupping her jaw, thumb tracing over her cheekbone.

Scar's free fingers trace up and down the bare skin of his back, tracing over vertebrae as he kisses her senseless.

"I've missed you," he whispers into her lips.

"We talked every day," she says back and he shakes his head.

"Not the same thing as being able to touch or smell or kiss you. Next time I'm at least stealing one of you big sleep shirts or something," she smiles, cute, unfiltered, her round cheeks lifting to thin her eyes.

"I'd call you a sap but I slept in your shirts every night you were gone so pot kettle y'know?" he grins at that, feeling his heart squeeze and like he could float, even if the grav was on. Two years together and he still couldn't believe how much he loved Scarlett Jones.

He kisses her again, pouring all of himself into her.

Their kiss is cut off by his choked cough when her hand wraps around his erection. He meets eyes with her and she grins like a devil and gave him a little shrug.

"I missed watching your face when you cum while you were gone," she says like it's the most sensical thing in the world. He lets out an incredulous huff as her hand begins to stroke him. His forehead dropped forward to rest against hers, his eyes fluttering closed at her touches.

"Scar," the syllable is barely a brush of air from his lips and his hand tightens on her hand on the roof strap.

"Fin," Scar says, entirely amused as he falls apart in her hand. "It's okay, handsome, you can let go," she whispers. "But I want you to open your eyes when you do."

He fights to get his eyes open and meets hers, all pretty and blue and intent on watching what she can do to him.

All it takes is a twist of her wrist and her thumb flicking over his head and then he is coming, breath blowing out of him and eyes rolling back into his head.

"See, of course I would miss that face," Scar says, and he can hear the grin on her face in the seconds it takes him to open his eyes again.

"If you say so," he says and she leans in to kiss him, languidly breathing her own air into his breathless lungs.

Their kiss is broken but something wet floating up to hit them both in the chin. Scar pulls away, blinks and touches her chin, pulling her fingers away to reveal white-ish fluid.

"Oh, I forgot that happens when we do this in zero gee," she says. Fin winces.

"Sorry," he says and she just shakes her head, beginning to giggle.

"Worth it," she winks at him and he blushes and shakes his head, laughing a little himself and sneaking a kiss.

fs in the chat for making y'all think about the whole bodily fluid + zero gee thing. solidly my bad

#aurora cycle #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel

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accidentalbi · 3 months

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a small assortment of lyrics from my playlists, 2 - ?

" I could've been anyone, anyone else before you made the choice for me. "

" I never gave a single thought to where it might lead. "

" Instead, I made a bed with apathy. "

" We made our peace with weariness and let it be. "

" The moon will sing a song for me. "

" I loved you like the sun. "

" I bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. "

" I shine only with the light you give me. "

" Name your courage now. "

" Instead you hoarded all that's left of me. "

" Swallowing your doubt like swords to the pit of my belly. "

" I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me. "

" On some level, I think I always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. "

" I tried to do the best that I could, but try as I might I couldn't bring myself to hold you. "

" It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest. "

" This heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful. "

" There is love that doesn't have a place to rest, but it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders. "

" A ship could never really love an anchor. "

" I did the only thing that I could and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor. "

" There are times when I still wonder about you. "

" You are someone I have loved, but never known. "

" You'll never see the reasons I had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. "

" I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel; I am all the things they might have said to you. "

" God, give me a sign right now, before my time runs out. "

" Teach them how to hate in the name of you. "

" Religion's epitome is making a mess of me. "

" Is the person I am just not enough? "

" I don't wanna be someone who loses all their faith. "

" Run to the steeple to wash away our sins. "

" Run to the steeple to wash away our sins, but do it all again. "

" Where's your righteousness? "

" Do it all in vain. "

" I don't like walking around this old and empty house. "

" Hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear. "

" The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake. "

" It's the house telling you to close your eyes. "

" Some days I can't even dress myself. "

" It's killing me to see you this way. "

" There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back. "

" Tell her that I miss our little talks. "

" Soon it will be over and buried with our past. "

" Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right. "

" Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear. "

" You're gone away; I watched you disappear. "

" All that's left is the ghost of you. "

" Now we're torn apart, there's nothing we can do. "

" Just let me go, we'll meet again soon. "

" Now wait for me, please hang around. "

" I'll see you when I fall asleep. "

" Don't listen to a word I say. "

" The screams all sound the same. "

" You are a force of nature. "

" Your love could start a war. "

" Your love is what I'm fighting for. "

" I would die for this revelation. "

" The dawn will break before you. "

" Under your thumb, I'm on my knees. "

" You play a game of pressure. "

" You're burning up the sky; you're a constellation. "

" Your battle cry is drowning out the fear. "

" Just take my life, I know the end is near. "

" I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel it's all that I can give to you, my dear. "

" When you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear. "

" I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent. "

" I will only break your pretty things. "

" Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could've been, my dear. "

" In the night, I know you burn with feelings I cannot return. "

" You gotta know that this won't last. "

" Before I go and cross the line -- "

" You used to be so kind. "

" I never knew you had such a dirty mind. "

" Did you find your bitch in me? "

" You're abominable, socially. "

" You're just a little bit too much like me. "

" You can take your double standard love and keep it. "

" I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed. "

" Save me from this sick obsession of wishing you were proud of me. "

" Anything for your affection. "

" The introspection's just a weapon, and it'll be the cause of death. "

" I just can't imagine any paradise that's worth this pain. "

" Twisted my mind in knots, trying to be forgiven. "

" My body has become a temple for all of my anxieties. "

" If I can't let this go, I don't know if I can live with all this guilt. "

" Am I a failure, or did you just set me up to fail? "

" You soon find you have few choices. "

" I learned the voices died with me. "

" Something in it had a power. "

" All you have is your fire. "

" Don't you ever tame your demons. "

" Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. "

" I knew that something would always rule me. "

" I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache. "

" My peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. "

" The truth of the matter is, I never let you go. "

" You go down just like holy Mary. "

" I see nothing wrong with that. "

" We were searching for reasons to play by the rules. "

" We quickly found it was just for fools. "

" Through all of the sorrow, we'll be riding high. "

" Your beauty never, ever scared me. "

#my memes

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throne-for-queens · 7 months

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There will be fans now that say he spends time with his fans and he's good with them. He is? He just solicited them by making a statement saying. "If y'all run up the last Kellivision, I'll give you the second one."

What!? No I'm not a pawn in your game. We have lives or most of us and we can't spend time streaming your music all day long. We can't watch a video over and over. Most of us spend our time working, eating and sleeping. Half of us are broke as hell and can't afford his high priced merch or the out of this world ticket sales. How anyone can afford that and go multiple times a tour is either broke as broke and wasting their money on someone who is being fake for the camera or they are rich.

And don't even get me started on those fugly bunny ears and this whole puke fest fashion sense he has half the time now.

Mid-life crisis. 😂

Please don't hate me I'm just so far past over him everything he does is hilarious to me and it's like I don't understand why I ever could take my time for someone who doesn't care. I found an artist who has over millions of views on some of his music videos and doesn't sell out any venue and loves his job and isn't asking for anymore fame. He will sit with his fans after shows and talk with them, smoke with them. He is genuine and doesn't play mind games with fans. The other week he just asked for one video of his to get to 5 mill and that's all he wants. His tickets are 25 bucks and he tours with his friends only. He does do VIP for a hundred bucks before the show but still gives the same opportunity to fans after the show but its just not on his bus. He's married with 6 kids and is just one hella amazing man with convictions and struggles still. He doesn't change because he's comfortable in who he is as a man. That's how I know Kells ain't happy but no one cares I guess....

No hate to you, but do you like him anymore? Genuine question, because I think You've reached your limit with him based on how you sound in your ask. I think you have grown out of him, and you can no longer support certain actions and behaviors.

Now don't get me wrong, I'd be lying if I said his new music is in my rotation, so I guess I'm not the greatest fan either, so please believe me when I say that I'm not judging or attacking you.

I just feel like at some certain point you just could no longer support it. Whether people agree or not, EST has changed. Colson has changed as an artist, and although change is good, it also comes at a price. It's hard for a lot of people to relate to the new him, so they hold on to what he used to be.

I think the main difference between colson and this other artist is that the other artist is secure in himself. Like you said, he doesn't seek outside validation and is content with the level of fame he has now. I think Colson's social climb kind of resembles Kim Kardashian's in the sense that nothing will ever be enough. They will always strive for more and want more. They are playing a losing battle of trying to constantly prove themselves and show people that they are multidimensional. Kells won't be done until he feels that he has left the legacy that he's always dreamed of and I feel that's where a lot of us are at a disconnect.

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #est19xx

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her-reidiance · 2 years

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I don't know what Arknight is but you have me interested.

Oh boy, my fangirling is paying off! Okay, I'll try to explain without doing one of my usual essays, and to my best understanding (since I only started a few months ago and I'm not caught up on every story sequence)!

So, Arknights is a mobile game available on the app store, Android store, and can be emulated on things like Bluestacks etc. If I were to boil it down to its basest basest components, it would be "War and Peace with furries" but it's SO much more than that. The setting is in an alternate Earth called Terra, and the main crux of the conflicts in the world is the divide between the Infected and the Uninfected. The Infected are afflicted with this little understood thing called Oripathy, and it's very dangerous. Even when an Infected dies their corpses are still capable of infecting others, so there is a huge segregation among the peoples of the various nations and the treatment of the Infected by these countries range from dismissive to... well. Anyway! You play the part of The Doctor (no, not that one... maybe), who in the story is an established trusted professional but when you start the game you're amnesiac so you're relearning all this stuff in-character. You work with Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company that is intent on fighting for equality between Infected and Uninfected. They help develop medicine, distribute it, and champion the civil rights of the Infected. Many of Rhodes Island's own Operators are in fact Infected, so you can see how that might be of interest to them. The problem is, ALMOST NOBODY in a position of power agrees with your mission statement, so that obviously Poses Problems.

There's a lot more minutiae to it, a beautiful amount of philosophy and emotion driven writing, and lot of the event stories, and side stories, delve into a lot more of the characters that are a regular fixture at Rhodes Island. The most recent event, Near Light, which you probably saw me fangirl about in the Most Lesbian Way Ever, focused on how the treatment of the Infected shows in the sports entertainment realm of one of the nations, among other things. It is a VERY FASCINATING game for someone of a literary and analytical mind, BUT it's also a gacha so if you just like looking at and collecting pretty furries you're still in for a great time. It has a lot to offer, and I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend anyone interested to try it out. It does get text heavy, but trust me the story that they weave and the interlocking elements are just so great to see come together.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand I wrote an essay. Of course I did. Sorry, I hope this gives you some manner of insight into the game that is taking over my mind more and more with each passing day!

EDIT TO ADD legitimately one of the best parts of the game is that unlike many other gacha, EVERYONE IS NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU. There is degrees of respect from most of the Operators, a small handful have a crush on you (Gravel comes to mind, I don't know any others but I'm leaving space open in case there are more) and some, either due to the circumstances or due to whatever past you no longer know, Are Not Here For You. I LOVE IT. ALSO ALSO! Hypergryph has GOT to be a music company moonlighting as novelists who also happen to have business acumen to know that a gacha is an important vehicle to deliver your content because I swear you listen to the Arknights soundtrack, it's like... what the hell, nobody makes music like this, talking full on tracks with vocals and character songs and... okay, before I lose it and continue talking, I should cut it off here. Point is, Arknights GOATed, please try it. Thank you!

#rei answers #arknights #in which Rei does Not Shut The Fuck Up #this aspect of me has to be connected to why I love Kal'tsit so much #cornelia89

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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hi hi congrats on 300 followers!!! (Imo you deserve a million but i mean everyone starts somewhere)

This ask is for the 300 follower special!!

personality :: for this part I'll put good and bad personality traits that I have

Good// I've been told that in general I'm a really nice person and that I care a lot for others,,which i do,, I'm very protective over people that I care about and love,, and will not hesitate to throw hands with somebody who disrespects them,, even if I clearly can't win in a fight,, I'm very open to people that I care about,, and I share a lot with them,, I always try to be there for people,, whether they're a good friend or not

Bad// I've also been told that I'm really gullible and will believe just about anything anyone says,, which is also true,, I tend to let myself be used as a doormat for other people,, I'm also a really needy / clingy person,, another thing is that I'm really touchy person,, not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but I put it here anyways,, especially to people I love I always feel the need to be around them and or touching them in some way,, not in the weird kind of way but touching them like holding their hand,having a hand on their shoulder, Etc,, one last thing is that im really quick to trust people,, it has faded over the years with lots of people coming and going,, but even so I am really quick to trust people

For likes and dislikes,, im not sure if you mean 'what i like in a person' or 'things you like in general', but im assuming you mean things in general

likes :: rainy days,, especially when its dark outside,, reading books about things that interest me,, binging movies/tv shows,, playing video games,, talking to my best friend for hours about literally nothing,,the smell of diesel fuel- (im not joking),,watching youtube,,drawing,,the smell of new alcohol markers,, reading tf x reader fics,,hugs,, and cuddles <3

dislikes :: when someone leaves the faucet water purifier on,, being disrupted when im focused on something,, people talking when im trying to focus,, losing my concentration,, when someone takes wayy to long to respond,, people judging me for how i look and the things I like,, not being able to be myself,,yelling,,and when someone is mean to me or my loved ones

fandom :: Transformers!! Either tfp or bayverse u can pick:)

any sort of gender preference :: male please!! Thank you:))

Also just some facts that might help: i wear glasses that always slide down my nose,, i almost never wear shoes in the house,, and i have a big bumblebee plush from g1 that i always carry with me :)

tysm !! 🥹🥹 im slowly gaining some <33 but hopefully ill reach my next goal ,, 500 followers 😎😎 also i wear glasses too but they slide down too 😭😭 i dont wear them unless im watching smt on tv tho 💀💀 i just cant see too far away ,, heres your matchup thoo !! tysm for being a follower of mine and supporting my content 🥹❤️🙏 i went with tfp with this as well :D also i do like the smell of gasoline too 💀💀 ion know why but i do ,, not that i actively participate in smelling it 💀😭

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 :

- ratchet

- breakdown

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

- ratchet

• whilst ratchet comes off as disinterested or grumpy most the times ,, he does have a slight interest towards you

• he does like that you care a lot for everyone at base ,, but he doesnt say anything about it

• occasionally he’ll spare you a genuine smile or two ,, not much for pda but in private moments he doesnt mind your hands all over him

• he’ll let you set on his shoulder or rest against his helm if it makes you feel better <3

• he doesnt play video games ,, but he can agree that he does love rainy days on earth ,, the soft raindrops bring him comfort and peace

• he can also relate to the losing concentration part 💀 he cant stand it

- breakdown

• hes more loud then ratchet is and more energetic then the old medic

• but it isnt much of a bad thing ,, he does tone it down when hes around you ,, taking notice of your dislike towards yelling

• he’ll definitely play games with you in his mass displaced form tho :D !!

• and for rainy days ,, he’ll take you on drives so you can experience it ,, he’ll drive slow and smooth ,, play soft music and just enjoy both of your guys’ comfort

• he will also binge movies with you ,, he is interested in what you humans come up with for entertainment anyways

• he doesnt mind touching either ,, he really loves it 🥹 he loves your affection a lot <33 so you dont gotta worry about that

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :

soft rain pattered against the window ,, rolling down and away from your view. the sky was a dark grey ,, the sun nowhere to be seen. warm air blew through breakdown’s ventilation ,, keeping you cozy in his alt mode as he drove slowly down the empty road.

he found out that you had enjoyed the rain ,, and soon grew to understand why. he even had a special place in his spark for the weather on earth. even if he wasnt much a fan of the cold or super hot days ,, he didnt mind the rainy weather. not only didnit provide a nice free shower but also time with you.

soft melodies played out his radio ,, strolling down the black road and going who knows where. the scenery was calm and peaceful ,, the moment you two shared would definitely be cherished.

#🏷.300 follower event

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straydogkins · 2 months

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Shufflemancy for Kaito (⭐️)

General disclaimer: I hope these make sense to you, but you always know yourself best what is and isn't true to you and your canon. As per usual we rolled three times and asked for a general reading of your timeline.

As always: Please heed the TW's in this (in this case the last song especially)

The Shufflemancy says...

"MY LIST" to you! by Aqours | Lyrics here

This song is about someone who loves someone else but wants that persons attention to be on them (ie 'Be sure to contact me, every single day // Let me hear that you'll love me forever over and over Always!') and for them to not care about what others think when they're together (ie 'Call me by my name, no need to bother with formalities // Let's walk, hand in hand, not minding what anyone else thinks').

The twist is that... The singer has no idea who their lover is, they keep begging the person to 'show themselves' ( ie Who are you? Where are you? // C'mon, come to me quickly, quickly, show me your face // Hey, come to me quickly!) but again, it's obvious that they don't know the recipient of the song.

My personal analysis: If it's from the point of view that you were the one singing the song then I would say it indicates that you were a 'hopeless romantic' maybe longing for love and having ideas on what love feels/looks like but being unable to find it and/or being unsure who your 'ideal' love is.

I didn't ask for a reading on your love life, so I do believe that this isn't about a specific relationship you had, rather a theme that played a large role in how you viewed the people around you? Does that make sense.

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The making of a Chimera by Vane & YoppyVU (ft Utatane Piko) | Lyrics here

This is a story driven song, meaning that it has it's own characters and plot, however none of the characters besides the main one (Jordyn Diaz) have names so I'm going to explain it as best as I can without them and then apply it to your canon in both a literal and metaphorical way.

Also as a disclaimer, the songs creator has stated that they don't like the original plot and the lyrics but given that this is what I rolled this is what you're getting.

So the plot of the song is: Scientists were trying to create a chimera and they succeeded by stitching multiple dead humans together on the (I assume) original body of Jordyn. The scientists assumed their new 'creation' was naive and used them as a lab rat, unaware of the fact that they were very much intelligent and had growing resentment to the fact that they were being experimented on. In the end they killed everyone in the facility and burned it down, continuing to wonder on as a 'useless life'.

My personal analysis: From a metaphorical POV, this could mean that you felt trapped in something, possibly you were naive to start with and maybe even 'loosing' parts that you feel made up 'you', but grew to be very capable and in the end took action against what was hurting you and destroyed or even 'burned' it. Although after you probably didn't know what to do and felt 'lost'.

From a literal Danganronpa canon POV, this could indicate that you possibly (before and after entering the 53rd game), knew what was going on: that you were being used for views and as a gear in the brutal murder machine that is the Dangnronpa games. However, you did not 'sit down and take it', the lyrics imply that you did something that ended (or helped to end) years of torment. It could also imply that you knew there was something 'wrong' with your personality and had identity confusion like being a 'chimera'. Of course, I don't know what your canon was- so this could be completely inaccurate.

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Kizuato by Centimillimental | Lyrics

Uh. So there's no light way to explain this song, so as a general TW this will talk about death (specifically suicide) and moving on from the death of a (romantic) loved one.

It's the opening song to the 2019 boys love anime 'Given' (which I do recommend) which is about a guy who loses his boyfriend to suicide and after his death Mafuyu (the main character) follows in his lovers passion by perusing music and (eventually) falling in love again.

Again, like the last song, because this is from the anime the song itself follows the plot and feelings of the anime, so it could have either a literal or metaphorical meaning.

The literal meaning could imply that you lost someone (I don't know who exactly but the romantic undertones insinuate a partner) to suicide, and you spent a long time trying to heal or move on from that, trying to bury your emotions and memories of this person to cope.

Sadly, this song does not have a happy tone to it, so I can't say that you were able to move on, the final lyrics ('Whatever you left behind // Became my everything.') implies to me that you did in some way, either like in the anime perusing what they had 'left behind'. However this imples that you lived to me, because the song talks about surviving years without the partner (ie 'Rainy, sunny and cloudy Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter // 365 days // You remain in all of them').

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Overall analysis (tw for death of a romantic loved one)

From my point of view I think that you did value romance even before Danganronpa, and in the end found love in a good relationship. Saly, I don't think your partner survived (probably because of Danganronpa) this. However, I do believe that you probably 'avenged' them and continued to exist as someone you thought they wanted you to be, even though you did grapple with identity confusion, probably from loosing them and possibly of after the game (if your memories were restored) where there would have been a huge difference between the pregame you and postgame you.

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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 10 months

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Episode 15: "ACQUIESCE BABY!!!"—Kaleigh

In this round: Everyone acquiesces to Kaleigh's spelling superiority when she wins her second individual immunity; Kaleigh steals Zee's vote; and Zee joins the jury

Zee

Whaddup my name's Jared I'm 19 and I never fuckin learned how to read

Michael

Honestly not much to report! I'm going to try and stay strong with Alex and Kaleigh. Tony left but I'm sure that's a big relief for him, he did great for his first game.

Jack

Hey babes, so I’m SOOO HAPPY to be back and I’m with my hot gurlzzz and I love them. Im so happy Tony got out cause he didn’t vote w me (that’s what he gets 😌). At this point anyone but me, champ, or zee going home is the best for my game cause it’s gonna be a 3-3 tie. IM READY FOR ROCKS☠️😈

Kaleigh

woooooo another immunity win, i woulda been so shocked if someone could beat me at a spelling bee. ACQUIESCE BABY!!! my deranged cobwebby brain is good at one thing and one thing only… and that’s spelling. i’m jk i’m good at other things too but wow lol ok. so i’m immune tonight. zee is asking me and alex to flip on michael, and its just condescending at this point :( like i know what i’m doing babe and idgaf if u think michael is gonna win. i’m fine with that LMAO why would i flip on my allies to be at the bottom of ur 3? like? no??? but i told her it’s a possibility but i think i’ll probably just steal a vote tonight and get zee out. please god don’t let her have another stinking advantage !! also i finished that book and it was extremely good. and it’s my niece’s 4th birthday.

Alex

Ugh, this vote still feels tenuous. Champ said today she wanted to take Zee out last vote (not that it would have mattered, ultimately - I KNEW she had a second idol lol). She's flat out lied to me so many times at this point, but she also knows how big of a threat Zee is. Finding the time to actually talk game with her feels like it will be impossible, though. I finally reached out to Zee last night to compliment her on still trying to unify the tribe like with the game night. She used the words 'icing out' to describe how quiet chat has been between sides, which is fair. I don't know if it was directed only at me, but even if that wasn't what I was trying to do I can see how she felt that way. It just felt like there was not even, like, pretended level of potential to work together and I didn't know how to bridge the gap of "hey even though we won't tell each other anything in-game, how's life?" and have it not seem disingenuous. So I'm glad that came out of last night. The Tony blindside definitely surprised me, and Jack coming back into the game over Colin. It really feels like it's Champ or bust with this vote but if we come to the risk of rocks, I see them possibly flipping. Now that I'm at Actual Final 6 I don't actually want to go to rocks anymore lol. It just feels like if we can get through tomorrow's vote we could get the rest of the way but who knows. If Zee has a third idol I'll lose my mind lmao. The way Kaleigh's still got her steal a vote and idol and I'm sitting over here with my flopped advantages. Sigh. Kind of incredible of her to only have one vote against her so far AND IT'S FROM ME. She's killing it. Wait. Do I have the most votes out of our 3? I do! Well, that's something I guess. Maybe I could have played a more fluid game, and tried to get the majority alliance to eat each other from the inside of it, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I'm at Final 6 and that's very neat.

Champ

I’m running late again for the confession, anyways here for a good time! Not a long time LMFAO

Zee

Haven't heard from Jack all day, Champ messaged once. I'm pretty sure I'm going home tonight

Tribal Council

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Zee: LOST VOTE

Champ: Alex (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS)

Kaleigh: Zee (IF YOU HAVE A THIRD IDOL ISTG)

Kaleigh (Zee’s Stolen Vote): Zee

Alex: Zee (You’ve played SUCH a good game, and for all I know, you could still be here after this vote. It genuinely wouldn’t surprise me lmao. But here’s hoping this works. I enjoyed our pre-swap talks.)

Michael: Zee (you’ve played a wonderful game, sorry we didn’t really play together but that’s how it goes 🤷🏾‍♂️)

Jack: Alex (sorry babes we ain’t working together)

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tomanpeach · 2 years

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i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this – virgin!kuroo x virgin!reader

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!!! characters are aged up to their 20s!! anon asked me to write kuroo and u know what i had somethin cookin already bc that's my MAN! also this was something completely different at first and then i pivoted and now here we are!! enjoy!!! <3

content: loss of viriginity, mentions of alcohol/drinking, fingering, nipple play, lots of cursing sorry it's in everything i do, best friends who lose their v card to each other uwu

word count: 4,276

“did you still wanna go to that thing yaku's friends are throwing?” kuroo asks, giving you a sidelong glance from the couch. the two of you are having a very typical evening, watching shitty movies and eating snacks in his apartment.

you and kuroo had been best friends since freshman year at nekoma. you’d been assigned as biology lab partners and had both assumed that the other would not be of any help at all in your assignments. so you were equally surprised when you found that you had both shown up ready to work. soon, afternoons working on bio labs turned into evenings watching movies and talking, or meeting up everyday after kuroo finished practice to do your homework and study together during volleyball season. you started spending every weekend together in cafes, at each others' houses, in the park, wherever you were able to talk and laugh and hang out together.

on this particular friday night, you were curled up in a beanbag chair next to the couch kuroo was splayed out on, a bag of chips at your side and two cans of hard cider on the coffee table.

“hello?” kuroo tosses a pretzel at you. “are we going?”

“i’m thinking,” you throw the pretzel back, making him chuckle. “if we go we should be less sober.”

he nods, “oh, absolutely.”

“truth or dare or drink?” you hand him his can.

the corner of his mouth turns up in an amused smirk, “dare, obviously.”

you rise out of the beanbag and plop onto the couch across from him. “i dare you to finish that.”

“you’re terrible at this game,” he rolls his eyes and starts chugging.

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles at you, “your turn.”

“truth.”

kuroo has the most devious look on his face as he considers the invasive, obnoxious questions he can ask to tease you with. “have you fucked anyone we went to high school with?”

your brow furrows, “no.”

“what’s that look?” he cocks an eyebrow. “the penalty for lying is a drink, you know...”

“i’m not lying. and i would have told you, probably.”

“but how can i know that for sure?”

“because i’ve never fucked anyone,” you say finally with a shrug. “so it’s a no.”

“really?” his eyes widen at the confession. “no way."

"no way what?" you wrinkle your nose, crossing your arms across your chest. you wouldn't put it past kuroo to tease you, it was in his nature, but it still feels a little obnoxious for such a topic.

"no way that you’re a virgin, too.”

“too?!” you blurt, a laugh following the word. “you’re so annoying. don't make fun of me for that, it's not a big deal.”

“i'm not making fun of you," he chuckles. "i'm sexy as fuck and i've never had sex, obviously it's not a big deal."

“tetsuro, shut up!” you burst out laughing. “i’ve literally walked in on you with a girl before. remember that party where-”

“please don’t.” he has half a mind to lurch forward to cover your mouth. “i hate thinking about that.”

“i know, but you guys were-”

“she sucked my dick,” he cuts you off again. “that's what you walked in on. which, tmi, but if you hadn't come in i think she literally might have fuckin’ bit down on my dick, i was so terrified. when you left i finished and ran for my fuckin’ life. that was all that happened.”

you stare back at him with vague disgust and more than a little confusion. your gorgeous best friend, who women had worshipped and fawned over since high school and until this very day, who had so openly just described getting a blow job in a bedroom at a party to you, was still a virgin, too?

“but you’ve had girlfriends.

“and you’ve had boyfriends.”

you let out a long, slow exhale. he’s watching you intently, laid back on the couch so casually it’s almost annoying. he just doesn’t want to give away how eager he is, how fucking fast his heart is racing at the possibility of what could unfold in the next few moments. the air in the room seems to buzz with electricity, heavy tension from the confessions you'd both just made waits to be broken.

you clear your throat, “have you ever felt like you just wanna do it and be done with it?"

he nods, "'course i have."

"me too," you admit, suddenly having trouble meeting his piercing stare. "maybe... i guess, we could help each other get it out of the way? y’know, do it with someone we know and trust?"

“yeah?” a cheshire cat smile spreads across kuroo's face. “do you trust me that much?”

“you know i do, idiot,” it comes out softer than you expect. you really do trust him more than anyone. if you were going to lose your virginity like this, there was no one who made more sense than kuroo.

"okay then." he starts to move toward you so slowly you almost don’t realize it's happening until he’s right in front of you, face inches from yours.

“are we really gonna kiss?” you ask suddenly and you both burst into a fit of giggles.

“it'll probably be fun, right?” he nudges your shoulder reassuringly. “like, what the fuck do we do together that isn’t fun?” you nod enthusiastically and agree, “it’ll be fun.”

kuroo takes your face in his hands, both of you fighting hard to keep straight faces. “count me down,” he says firmly, face tight. you let a laugh slip, “sorry. okay, ready. 3… 2… 1… go.”

he pulls your face to his, and you feel the soft press of his full lips against yours. your brain no longer wants to laugh about the idea of kissing kuroo because holy fucking shit you were actually kissing kuroo.

his lips twitch, unsure if he should move his mouth and deepen the kiss or not. you decide for him, experimentally swiping your tongue along the seam of his lips. they part easily, his tongue sliding out to meet yours and before you know it, he’s pulling you onto his lap so the two of you can make out.

you decide that he's a good kisser. a great kisser, even. his soft lips move fluidly against yours, his tongue in your mouth makes your head spin.

“we should’ve started doing this a long time ago,” he mumbles between kisses, making you laugh. “we wouldn’t have had to sit through so many awful movies.”

“well, you live and you learn," you deadpan, making him laugh. an intrusive thought begs you to try kissing down kuroo's throat. you pull away from the kiss to suck a mark just below his jaw and he grunts, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “good?” you smile at him triumphantly. “yeah, here...” he tips your head to the side with his large hands, so that he can to do the same thing on your neck. “ooohhh,” you mewl. “good. yeah. very good.”

as kuroo continues to mark up the soft skin of your throat, you grind your hips down into his lap without thinking. “oh, getting right to it, huh?” he teases. before you can reply he lifts his own hips up to meet yours. the pressure makes you whine, especially when you feel the hard length beneath his sweatpants press right against your sensitive cunt.

“you know i’ve gotten head before,” he says in your ear. “but what’s the farthest you’ve ever gone?”

you tense, tightening your grip just a little where your hands are placed on his shoulders. “are you gonna make fun of me if i tell you?”

he shakes his head. his eyes are warm and genuine as they look back into yours.

“just kissing.”

“oh, that's fucking awesome."

you can tell he really means it. the reaction surprises you at first but you start to understand as soon as he’s peeling your shorts down and ghosting his fingertips over your panties.

the growing patch of wetness on the fabric makes his heart swell with pride. he’s having this effect on you. he’s doing this.

“so i’m the first guy to touch you like this?” he asks breathlessly. you nod, face showing clear signs of nervousness. “if you want to stop we can stop,” he says firmly. you shake your head, “n-no, i'm okay. keep going. please.”

with a look of unparalleled joy on his face, kuroo tugs down your underwear. he runs his middle and ring fingers up and down between your soaked folds, being as delicate and respectful as if he were touching a priceless museum artifact. bringing his fingers up to his face, he gawks at the way the coated digits glisten.

“fuck, that’s really fuckin’ hot,” he breaths. “you’re so wet.”

he traces down your slit again, experimentally allowing his middle finger to gently prod at your clenching hole. watching your face for a reaction, he sinks the finger inside you to the knuckle. you whimper, hips pressing down toward his hand. he adds his ring finger so there are two long, callused fingers settled snugly in your pussy.

there’s a slight stretch, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. it’s a fuller feeling than when you’ve done this yourself, your own fingers not quite the size of a massive volleyball player’s.

he starts to pump his fingers in and out, slowly at first, feeling how the soft walls of muscle contract around his digits as they move. kuroo can’t take his eyes off your cunt sucking his fingers in so hungrily, squelching like a fucking porn video.

“does that feel okay?” he asks, despite the way you’re clearly rolling your hips along with the thrust of his fingers. “mhmmm,” you nod, leaning in to kiss him again. as you’re licking into his mouth, your hand closes around his wrist. he bubbles with anticipation as you pull his hand higher, his fingers sliding out of you and coming to rest on your clit. he feels so stupid for not thinking about that himself.

now that you’ve shown him where you need him, he takes charge again. he uses the wetness that’s coating his fingers as lubrication and circles the nubs with his fingertips, applying a gentle pressure. the way you start to whimper and whine, he’s thinking he might be doing something right.

a moment later, kuroo decides to stuff his fingers back inside you and work your clit with his thumb. with both together, you’re trying desperately to muffle your moans by burying your face in kuroo’s shoulder. “tetsuro…” you whine, breath hot against his neck.

“please say my name like that again, holy shit,” he begs, fingers speeding up their ministrations reflexively. you do, starting to repeat it over and over as he continues to bring you closer to your first orgasm brought about by someone else. your fingernails dig into his t-shirt, you cling to him tightly. your legs struggle to hold you up, shaking as you finally release, cumming around his pumping fingers.

kuroo mumbles an impressed “fuck” under his breath. he can’t help but imagine what this feeling— of your tight little hole fluttering as you reach your high— might feel like if it were wrapped around his cock. while he’s lost in those thoughts, you have to reach down to stop his still moving hand as the stimulation on your clit becomes too much.

“wow, i…” you try to make a complete sentence that doesn’t sound embarrassing.

“you came,” he finishes for you.

you hide your face in his shoulder, blushing at how casually he says it, “that’s just too weird like, why would i tell you that i came?”

“because i’m the one who made you cum!” he says, throwing his head back to laugh.

you cover his mouth with your hand, “i just don’t like the word, okay?!”

he smiles into your hand, leaving a soft kiss in your palm before removing it from his face. he keeps your hand in his, though. “did you like the feeling at least?” he asks, tone a bit more serious. you can’t hide your smile as you nod back at him, “yeah, that part was great. why are you so good at that?”

he shrugs, “watching porn, maybe.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head in the hopes of shaking the words from your memory while he just laughs again.

kuroo takes your hips in his hands and gingerly lifts you off his lap. "come on," he stands up and offers his hand.

you let him lead you to his bedroom. anticipation is building in your stomach, the fire of arousal already reigniting.

kuroo tugs you closer, kissing you beside his bed. "you still want to do this?" he asks.

you nod, "i really do."

he smiles against your lips as he leans in to kiss you again, a new hunger behind it. you can hardly think with the way his tongue slips back into your mouth, large hands spreading wide across your back.

you slide your hands up under his shirt and the muscles of his stomach tighten. "tickles," he says softly, making you giggle. he lets you pull his shirt up over his head and take in the view for a few blessed moments.

you'd seen him without his shirt on before, of course. like most of the boys you knew who played sports, when he got sweaty, he took his shirt off. you actually felt like the appearance of his chiseled body was quite familiar to you. but in this context, it was so different. this wasn't after a volleyball game or at a pool party. from the way his breath hitched as you ran your hands down his chest, you knew that he was thinking the same thing.

kuroo's fingers fumble at the hem of your shirt next. "can i...?" he asks politely. you raise your arms to help him and he lifts your shirt off in one easy motion.

while his body was fairly familiar, nothing could have prepared kuroo for seeing yours. "you're beautiful," the words slip out before he can stop them. and why should he, really? you do look beautiful with your smooth skin and doe eyed innocence. he's drinking in the sight of you standing in front of him in your bra and ruined panties with wide eyes, glancing over the swell of your breasts, the way your hair falls on your bare shoulders. somehow his dick gets even harder.

you're sure you're blushing from the way your best friend's eyes are roaming across every inch of your skin. you're beautiful. had he meant that? was it just the heat of the moment, or one friend trying to reassure another?

whatever it was, it made you feel good– empowered. you reach behind your back and unhook the clasp of your bra. pulling your arms out of the straps you let the garment fall to your feet. "fuck," he hisses out, wasting no time in cupping your tits in his hands, giving them a rough squeeze. fingers toy with your nipples. he gives them each a pinch and you whimper. "i love getting a sound like that out of you," he admits, eyes darkening as he peers down at you. to further his point, he pinches again, slightly harder. you whine, hands flying up to grip his wrists. it's not too much, though, just surprising how the small gesture has sent such a flood of heat to your cunt.

kuroo sits at the edge of his bed, pulling you to stand between his legs. now that he's sitting he's at the perfect height to capture one of your pert nipples into his mouth. "oh, my god," you keen, grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of his head. "that's so nice. fuck, tetsu." you swear you can feel him smiling smugly.

he switches sides, suckling with his eyes closed, looking completely enthralled in the task. one hand remains on your breast while his other hand gropes at a handful of your ass.

"tetsuro," you whimper, running a hand through his dark locks. he releases your nipple and looks up at your with expectant eyes.

"let's have sex. please."

you yelp as he tugs you down onto the mattress and stands over you next to the bed. he unzips his dark jeans, sliding them down his legs and kicking them away. your eyes immediately lock onto the impressive member that's straining against his grey boxers. he climbs on the bed, straddling you.

you reach for him greedily, palming him through his boxers. he tries to stifle a groan at the contact, at the sight of your small hand holding his hot length. he twitches in your grip, the small wet spot on his underwear where he's leaking precum growing a bit.

you tug down the front of his boxers. kuroo tenses as the air hits his sensitive cock, and lets out a low groan when he sees how eagerly you're eyeing his length.

"it's so big," you mumble in awe. looking up at him, he sees a flash of desire in your eyes.

"how would you know?" he teases, holding your chin delicately.

"i just do," you smirk back at him.

his cock is big, there’s no doubt about that. and while he's correct that your frame of reference is not the most extensive, looking at the way his cock falls from his boxers unable to stand up erect under its own weight coupled with the pulsing veins running up the underside and his heavy balls, you know he must be objectively large.

kuroo's painfully hard now. you don't even realize the effect you're having on him, but every little thing you do is making his need to be inside you grow.

he hooks his fingers into your panties and looks up to you for approval which you give in the form of a giggle and a nod. you lift your hips a little so he can drag the underwear down your legs and drop them on the floor.

"will you..." he begins slowly. "you should spread your legs, okay?"

you let your legs fall open for him and he swears his heart nearly stops beating. the sight of your pussy lips spreading open for him, at his command, makes him feel lightheaded.

he feels like looking at you this way is illegal, like it's against the law to see you spread out for him, your cunt and the insides of your thighs so lewdly glistening with your arousal from when he'd fucked you with his fingers.

desire is eating away at kuroo's sanity. he wonders if he could cum untouched just from the sight of your pussy, your heavy tits, and the innocent little look on your face on his sheets.

"where'd you go?" you ask in a small voice, reaching a hand out. he takes it gladly, bending to kiss you softly.

"you're driving me crazy," he admits, earning a chuckle from you. "you have no idea how fucking sexy you look on my bed like this."

"you don't look too bad yourself."

as you kiss, he fists his cock, pumping it a few times. he reaches for the drawer of his bedside table and rifles through the contents for a condom. you raise an eyebrow at him. "i had girlfriends," he explains sheepishly. "i thought i should at least be prepared just in case." you throw your head back and laugh, secretly very thankful that he never had a use for the condoms until now.

he rolls it on and positions himself between your legs, one hand guiding his cock, the other still holding your hand tightly.

"are you ready?"

you nod, "are you?" he nods back. you share a reassuring look before his attention is between your thighs.

the moment you feel the hot tip of his cock against your folds you suck in a sharp breath. kuroo squeezes your hand and his flushed cockhead breaches your entrance. you yelp, the stretch exponentially more intense than when it was his fingers. he’s only got his head in you before he pauses and looks into your face. “are you okay? 's so fuckin tight." you nod and he continues pressing in.

when he’s fully sheathed inside you, you sigh out a big breathe. the fullness feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced, like you’re splitting open at the seams. and kuroo, your best friend in the world, is seated there between your legs, holding your hand and watching you with great concern to make sure you’re alright. granted, it’s his cock you’re wrapped around, that's making your head spin and your pussy ache, but he’s doing everything he can do make sure it isn’t too much for you.

he plants one hand beside your head, the other settling at your waist. his thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip, eyes still fixed on yours, waiting for your discomfort to pass. “when you’re ready, i’ll move,” he says evenly. you suddenly remember that it’s his first time, too. "how does it feel for you?" you manage.

"un-fucking-believable."

his cock is buried deep inside you and that feeling alone– of your walls clenching around him– is almost enough to make him cum. he’s doing a hell of a lot of mental work to restrain himself from desperately pounding into you and chasing his high.

“you can move,” you tell him after a few moments, bracing yourself by tightly gripping his wrist next to your head. “i’ll go slow,” he soothes, sliding his cock almost all the way out before pressing right back in. you cry out at the sensation of him filling you so completely every time his hips meet yours. the tip of his cock is reaching so deep inside you, you’re nearly seeing stars.

but moving helps the pain melt away, and you choke out a moan as it starts to feel fucking good.

“go a little faster,” you blurt and his eyes snap to yours. “please. if you can.”

“are you sure?”

“pleeeaaase, tetsuro,” you whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. “i can handle it. more.”

kuroo lets out a low groan. something about your drawn out please, the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth while he’s stuffed inside you, it drives him fucking insane.

every ounce of his willpower is being spent on trying not to cum. it feels amazing— fucking euphoric— and it has from the moment he was inside you. but now, thrusting into your sopping hole, he doesn’t want it to end by cumming too soon.

you're not making it easy, though. you're clenching down on his cock, jerking your hips around, making some of the most salacious noises he's ever heard. but you asked him to fuck you faster and who the hell is he to deny you??

he leans forward a bit, angling his hips a slightly different way. you nearly scream, "OH FUCK!"

at first he's afraid he's hurt you, his hips stop completely. "don't fucking stop!" you beg, looking up at him with wild eyes. "that spot was... fuck, just do it again, oh my god."

he tries again, earning the same reaction. it's going straight to his head, "you like that, yeah? how do i feel inside you?"

"shit, so fucking good," you're almost in tears. "please don't stop. oh my god. i think i'm gonna..."

he hopes you will. for good measure, he presses his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing frantic circles onto the little bundle of nerves. almost immediately, you cry out, the knot in your stomach becoming a wave of white hot pleasure that courses through your entire body. your orgasm has you squeezing around him so tightly he can barely move. kuroo can't hold it back anymore. with one last thrust, he fills the condom, buried deep within your walls.

kuroo pulls out, the sudden loss of fullness making you suck in a sharp breath. he disposes of the condom and returns to the bed. suddenly, you're wrapped up in his strong arms, being held tightly to his chest. you feel so good, like your whole body is tingling. and the way kuroo is holding you is making your cheeks heat up.

"you okay?" he asks, stroking your hair softly. you nod and look up at him, "you were right. that was fuckin' fun."

he laughs his booming hyena laugh and gives you a squeeze. "it was, wasn't it?!" you feel his lips press to your forehead.

"do you think it's gonna be different now?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper. "for us?"

earlier in the night, kuroo had promised himself that he would do everything in his power to make it not weird after. to make it so that the two of you can be totally normal after everything that happened tonight. but now he feels a bit stupid about that. something monumental had shifted that couldn't be ignored. he was holding you in his arms, lying in his bed completely naked after having done the most intimate thing the two of you could have done.

"i dunno," he frowns. "i really wanted us to be able to go back to normal after this but... i think it will be different." you reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together. he looks up to see that you're smiling. "this can just be our new normal. would that be okay?" kuroo has never said yes to anything so fast in his life.

#kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsuro hcs #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #hq smut

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

chapter nine | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eleven

author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

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lvnatiq · 3 years

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you.

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?” Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most.

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ.

Happy Birthday @goddessofmischief03 I'M SORRY THIS IS YOUR PRESENT FROM ME!

Part 8

The pair of you drove for hours. Zemo didn't care about where you wanted to stop. All you had to do was say the word and he would pull over here and there. You had taken so many photos on your phone. Though a lot of them were just of him. Maybe you would get those printed and make an album. Maybe you were just getting carried away.

The evening rolled in. The wicked woman had texted you an hour ago to state what time she wanted to meet you. Zemo had dropped you off, kissing you before letting you go. He left to meet with Sam, hoping to get his forgotten car back home.

You entered the bar. It was pretty empty, finding her wasn't hard. Lucky for you, she was alone. You took a deep breath as you walked over to her table and sat down, but not even offering her a smile.

On the table right in front of her was a file. That scared you. Whatever this was about, she was serious. You tried to keep your emotions at bay as you sat still, hands in your lap. You stared at her.

She stared back.

"You came," she said, almost as if she expected you not to.

"Of course I did, I'm not a horrible person who stands people up. Even if I'm here for nonsense."

She narrows her eyes at you.

"Neither am I."

"You're right. You're just blind," you cross your arms over your chest and ignore the waiter who brings you each a glass of water.

"I'm not the blind one," she hisses after he leaves.

"No? What kind of sick game are you playing here? Tony Stark isn't in love with you. It's all a publicity stunt."

"It's not!"

"See? You're blind to the truth. You're being lured in by the fact you admire him. You have been a fan of racing much longer than I. You have seen Stark win over and over again, season after season. You're in love with the idea of dating a professional racer."

She looks pissed.

"It's all lies. You know nothing. I'll show you who that man really is. Chasing Zemo is a mistake. You'll regret ever knowing him after you learn the truth."

"What truth? What are you talking about?" You try to resist raising your voice.

"This!" She slams a hand over the file.

"What is it? What's in there?"

She hands the file to you. You take it, but don't yet open it. You stare at her. On the outside you look cold, calculating. On the inside, your heart is racing and a million thoughts are running through your head. You're freaking out.

"What had Helmut Zemo told you?" She asks, looking you in the eye.

"About what?"

"About him."

"Not a lot. He is wealthy. Has houses all around Europe, owns a large collection of cars that have been passed down through his family. He doesn't have a large racing background, but he is passionate about cars." You shrug, not knowing what else to say.

"So he didn't you he was a Baron? That his family was literally royalty before Sokovia surrendered in the war? He wasn't even in the county when it collapsed. That's why he doesn't talk about it. His family is dead."

"Why are you telling me this? I know about Sokovia, it was global news. A whole country destroyed in the crossfire. If you have any respect for the dead, you'll stop talking about his family that way," you say, glaring at her.

"I'm not done. Open the file."

You glare a moment longer before you open the file. You look down at the first page you're presented with.

"Who is that?"

There was a photo of a young man. Dirty blonde hair, tall, blue eyes, sweet smile.

"That's Pietro Maximoff," she tells you that name as if you should know who he is.

"Who is he?"

"Pietro Maximoff was a racer."

"Was?"

"He died." She reaches across the table and points to some information below his photo. You can't the words on the page.

Pietro Maximoff

Deceased

Died on impact

Cause: Car accident.

Speculation of foul play by the hands of Helmut Zemo. Car appeared to have been tampered with before hand. Witness testified to sighting of Zemo tampering with car. No solid evidence provided.

You stared at the words, letting them sink in. The woman across from you says nothing as you scan the ink before you.

You swallow.

"It says no evidence was provided."

"There doesn't need to be. He was seen."

"Why who?"

"No one knows. They remained anonymous," she shrugs lightly.

"What are you trying to tell me?" You look at her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back your emotions.

"Baron Helmut Zemo killed Pietro Maximoff because Maximoff was his competition. Zemo has raced before, but his career was cut short after this. Unfortunately there was no actual proof to pin on him, the witness only had their statement. Maximoff was the next big racer and Zemo dealt with him."

You stand abruptly.

"No."

"Zemo is a murderer," she tells you.

"Stop, please."

"He didn't tell you any of this did he?"

"You're lying."

"All the evidence is in that folder."

The tears fall. You shake your head and try to control your breathing. She's lying. She has to be.

"Stark told me everything. He even provided the information."

You shake your head again.

"I don't believe it. Why are you doing this to me? Is this your sick way of getting back at me? This is cruel. This is so cruel."

"It's the truth. You won't find anything by looking up the Baron, but if you look up Pietro Maximoff you'll find the story. Zemo killed a man so he could win. What's stopping him from doing it again?"

"Are you implying he would kill Stark? Are you insane?" You almost yell.

"He has killed a man before. What's once more?" She asks, angrily hissing out the words.

"Please don't do this to me," you plead.

"Read it. Accept it. It's true. They might not have anything solid on him, but you know as well as I that it's true."

You shake your head a third time.

"Look at it. Read the articles." She moves the file on Pietro over and underneath is a newspaper article.

Racing star, Pietro Maximoff dies in horrific accident

Baron Helmut Zemo disqualified from racing season over foul play speculation.

Helmut Zemo to stand trial

Baron Zemo walks free

"He wasn't found guilty of anything."

"I said it doesn't matter! He did it. Everyone knows he did it."

"You can't just give around accusing people of murder," you his quietly. You had sat back down, not wanting anyone to see your rage.

"Open your eyes."

"You don't know him," you say, voice falling to defeat.

"You don't know Tony Stark."

"I know him better than you." You close the file. "Do not ever come at me with this. Unless you have hard evidence that Zemo was there and had done what he was accused of, I won't believe you."

"You say that now, but trust me. You're going to come around," she gathers the file and stands up.

You watch her storm away.

You bite your cheek as tears fall. Taking out your phone, you search up Pietro Maximoff.

Zemo's name popped up several times.

He really has been accused of killing this young man.

Why did your chest hurt so much?

Maybe you should have asked him earlier when the thought crossed your mind.

You continue to sit at that table, ordering a drink mindlessly when the waiter comes over. It's all you have.

You look at the photo of Pietro on your phone. He had to be in his early twenties. Probably the youngest racer you had come across so far.

You sit there for ages, slowing drinking.

Your phone then starts to ring. You stare at the name lighting up your screen.

Zemo👑

Did you dare answer?

Having spent too long trying to decide, it clicks off. You stare at the screen. It lights up a second time.

Zemo👑

He must be worried. Yet, looking at his name flashing up on screen, dread fills you. Yob your phone, leave money for the drink, and make your way out.

The cold air of the night feels sharp and bitter against your skin. When did it get so cold? Or was that just you?

There was no one out here.

You're not sure if you felt glad about that. Your phone rings again. You know he'll be coming to pick you up, especially if you don't answer his call.

You swipe the call button and hold the phone up to your ear.

"Y/N? Thank goodness, you were not picking up. I was worried something bad happened. I'm on my way to you now, are you alright?"

You listen to his worried words. You stand there wondering who it was you were actually talking to.

"Y/N? Are you there?"

There is panic to his voice.

"Zemo..."

"Y/N? What is it? What's happened?"

You just knew he was picking up the speed right now. He was going to do anything to get to you now.

"Have you been honest with me?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have."

Lies. He is lying. That little voice in the back of your mind is repeating that to you. Lies.

You begin to cry.

"Who is Pietro Maximoff?"

Silence.

"Zemo, who is Pietro Maximoff?"

"How do you know that name?"

"Who is he?"

More silence.

You sob into the phone. His silence was an answer. He knew who you were talking about and your mind spiraled out of control.

He's dangerous. Stark was right.

You hang up. You turn your gaze down the street and decide to walk. You needed air.

Zemo was losing his mind. That wicked woman! What had she told you? Why had she brought that up?

When he realised you had hung up, he put his foot down. He had to get to you. He had to explain, he had to tell you himself.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't.

This is not how he had imagined his night to go. Suddenly, things were falling apart.

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kunimikat · 3 years

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hi! i'm having a hard time mentally lately and i recently found out that i kind of erm,,,,, when my mental health is really bad my brain is like "no!😀" and skyrockets me into absolute baby mode and just want cuddles and love and i feel really lonely and don't talk a lot. bokuto is my comfort character so if you woudlnt mind could you do some headcanons or whatever you want- about him helping? feel free to ignore this i know it's a bit strange💔 but i thought i'd throw it out there :) 💞

I really hope it gets better for you, I hope my shitty HCs somehow makes your day a little better. Lots of love 🥺🤲❤️oh and this might’ve come off more angsty but I promise I put fluff at the end. And listen to this while reading cause it just makes this- 💔🦟🦗🦟🦗❤️

Requests are open! And if you have requests like this I’m happy to do them :)

Also proof read but still might be mistakes.sorry, there might be some triggering things in here, but there is nothing crazy so I think it’s ok 🧍

Before you guys even got together he’d always check up on you.

To the point were he subconsciously did it anywhere, and anytime

He’d give you small owl knickknacks or a snack before school started, or when it ended. Making sure you ate something that day.

Or he’d just try to make you laugh as much as he could during then

But sometimes he’d drop everything, and just give you a tight hug. Anywhere, no matter who it was in front of. Holding you close to him, not saying anything but you could hear him tripping over the words he wanted to say but just couldn’t.

He could tell it was a bad day where you’d come in and just sit on the benches or bleachers with both in mind but staring at the bright fluorescent gym lights. Where you’d just zone out mid-conversation and look at your feet or phone in disinterest. When you’d throw in a sarcastic self-deprecation joke when someone would ask if you’re ok.

Or when you’d have days where you’d stay up studying, doing your homework, and not sleeping for who knows how long when you come in with the energy drink in hand. Or the days when you’d get nothing done, and just sleep everything away and just deal with it the next day.

It didn’t take a therapist or a mastermind to tell you weren’t ok.

The nervous tics, the small lip bites, the impulsive “Let’s do something and think about consequences later!”

Bokuto knew he was just like the latter but at least it wasn’t all the time, so when he saw his bestfriend and crush slowly killing themselves mentally (and maybe physically, he was hoping not), yet cracking jokes about it the next second. All he wanted to do was run in and kiss you until all you felt was loved.

He just wanted to see you happy again

He felt like fainting everytime he saw you giggle or laugh at his antics(knowing Bokuto that has probably happened)

Or when you and Ahgkaaashi would hang out with him at the Owl section of the Zoo and pick out your favorite ones

When you two would try cooking some dish either of you couldn even try pronouncing and it ending in a mess. One he didn’t mind cleaning up when he got to talk to you throughout the whole time.

The times you’d have to turn in your work a little late because you were helping Bokuto cope after losing a game, which he felt bad about but you brushed it off with a genuine smile saying “I can’t leave poor Akaashi with Bokuemo for the rest of the week can I?” “H-Hey!”

When you and Bokuto would hang out in the bird themed cafe on the end of the street from school. And just be yourselves without having to impress anyone.

How you excuse yourself from the group of people you barely knew the names of, to go cry in the bathroom then come back as if nothing happened.

Times where you both forget your in highschool with insecurities, voice cracks, stress, and having to make a decision regarding the rest of your life by the end of it. And just laying in some random parking lot, staring into the blaring street lamp light and the stars behind it.

Bokuto loved it when you didn’t use the jokes to cover up how you felt. Or how you jumped to another subject when he would ask. When you tell him everything you’re feeling.,

The confusion, the way you didn’t know why your mind worked the way it did and why you felt horrible all of a sudden but fine the next.

You wanted it to stop, to have an explanation for the way you think and why. Yet now you’re telling no one, and clearly holding it in. Bokuto was now watching you letyour emotions eat you alive from the inside out.

He just wanted the you he knew. The you that he had so many fun memories with. Not the forced persona you played when you needed a cover up for how you truly felt.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to confess but it was getting all too much for Bokuto to watch,

Bokuto’s tears were streaming down his face as he had you held out in front of him. His body was trembling and his grasp was so shaky it was easy to break away. But you knew you could ever do that to him, or yourself. He clenched his jaw , not being able to lock eyes with you, a painful tug at his heart everytime he locked eyes with your hopeless look. You felt tears brimming your eyes yet you didn’t even know why he sat you down here. But you felt it was your fault, so immediately you let out a ‘Sorry-‘

Instead of an answer Bokuto pulled you toward him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You let out a choked noise as surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Why...why’re you saying sorry Y/N? I should be saying sorry for not helping you, I-“

Bokuto lost his breath for a second as a silent sob wracked his body, bringing you closer to him. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you could barely feel them as they became a stream.

“Y/N, I love you, I love you so, so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you could come talk to me, I-I’m not the the best therapist but,-“

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you back out to look at you directly. You squeezed his arm that was holding you, reassuring him you felt the same way, but also to go on. Puffy eyes and a tear stained face looked at you sternly. “Please, please don’t keep these feelings to yourself Y/N. It hurts, it hurts me so much when I see you like this. Especially since you feel like you can’t come to me. I-, I-“

Bokuto bit his lip, clenching his eyes tight, forcing the tears that were already threatening to fall out. “I don’t want to see you like this. I love you, I love you.”The only thing lacing his tone is the sincerity in it.

He says it again to make sure you understood every word that came from him. But he didn’t need to. His grip so tight on your arms it almost hurt. But in a way, you didn’t mind it as it showed you how much more serious this was to him.

“You have me, Kaashi, the team, and honestly anyone! We all love you and what you have to say!”

You both give small shaky laughs, despite the situation, the tension slowly melting. He wipes the tears that were flowing down your cheeks, kissing each one after he did. You held each one of his hand. Squeezing them to give yourself courage, and to know this was all too real.

“Bokuto...I’m so sorry to you and everyone else. I- I locked myself away because I thought I would be bothering you and everyone and could just get over it then push the feelings down. But now seeing you...seeing you so much...pain, someone I love hurt because of me. I...I really realize how I was affecting everyone.”

Bokuto tried denying but you shook your head, your eyes that were looking down were now up at him.

“I’ve come to reality especially after seeing you like this Bo, I love you too, and I want to make it up to you this whole week! No, month...year? Whatever. I’ll be better for our future. And you know what, why don’t I help you with that math homework so we’re both gonna get better at something by the end of the week!”

Laugher filled the once cold room with a feeling of warmth that you couldn’t explain. Bokuto leaned in and gave a small peck. You were about to give a small hum in happiness. Until he pulled far back away from you in panic.

“I-Is something wrong Bo? Does my breath stink-“

“N-NONONO NOTHING LIKE THAT. ITS JUST...I just kissed you without asking...a-and I read in a magazine you’re supposed to do that or your crush won’t like you back!”

Silence.

But you interrupted it with your laughter, holding onto to one of his shoulders to not fall over. He had a confused look on his face as he fidgeted, not knowing what to do. “Y-Y/N! What?”

“You’re so stupid Bo,”

And like that you pulled him into a kiss, one he quickly melted into. He made a small surprised noise, but that was the only noise of complaint. The kiss turned into Bokuto giving you pecks all over your face. A giddy feeling in your stomach with each one. Between the kisses you say “Y’know I’m surprised you decided to sit down and read a magazine without testing on the real deal.” His face has a small flush, instead of saying anything he just kisses you aggressively all over, causing you to reel back and laugh harder. He pulls away from the assault and grabs your hand. He leads you over to the couch and hugs you as you both flop onto the couch. You looked at him confused, “Bo?”

But he just turned the TV on, clicked through the channels, until he found one he liked. He looked over at you excitedly, “Let’s cuddle and watch the movie I was talking about last week!”

The genuine excitement in his voice was all it took to have you wrapped around his finger. So now it was getting late and you were falling asleep to Bokuto gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. And his faint smell of cologne luring you to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if this is on the shorter side, but I tried packing as much emotion as I could into it to make up. I hope you enjoyed this, cause I added a few of my little issues into it so I hope you don’t mind. (Also along with some people ik) I really hope it gets better for you, hopefully by now even though this came out late (sorry really busy this month for some reason🧍) if you need anyone to talk to I’m always open to hear❤️..

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