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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi I just read your trust is broken" trope with the Yandere turtles it was so good ! I was wondering would it be ok to do a reverse card on the turtles instead . Imagine the reader works for big mama this whole time , only something happens (maybe big mama spilled the beans or Donnie connected the dots ) while she/the reader didn’t know the boys were yanderes this whole time please HCs please for Yandere Leo , yandere Donnie and yandere Raph please thank u 🌺

Betrayal? Now that is quite something to see. I changed the request a tiny bit, just some of the background things.

Poor Mikey Wazowski…But I suppose I created a sociopath.

Another name on the list - 🌺 Anon

Tw: betrayal obv, murder, Leo is possessive this time, feral turtles, Raph is poor bby, they’re all kinda delusional, mention of arson, slight depression

MC Betrays Yandere Turtles (No Mikey ;-;)

Background Scenario:

As a close worker of Big Mama, you had quite the reputation in the Yokai World, but no one ever dared to whisper your name, for they feared you would come for their souls.

To be fair you were known to cut out any rivals or enemies of Big Mama. Some called you assassin, while others named you spy.

Either way, you were sent to investigate the turtles and bring them to the Battle Nexus; which meant you had to earn their trust.

After reviewing a few files over them, you head to Baron Draxum's place (when he's living in the human world) in hopes of knowing their location.

You two argue until behold your luck one of them arrives: it was Mikey Mouse. He carried a box of pizza in his hands, eyes sparkling a little when he notices you.

He interjects the bickering and shoves the food into Draxum's hands, turning around to face you.

He asks for your name, introduces himself, and soon enough he drags you to the lair. He was chipper, talking about his brothers nonstop.

Looks like your job is going to be easier.

After a few months of meeting and becoming friends with the family, you strike, holding them hostage in the underground dungeons of the Battle Nexus Arena.

Only to realize what hell you brought among Big Mama’s facility.

Raph

The definition of a kicked puppy.

He stares at you with the saddest eyes enough to make Baron Draxum cry.

He’s so confused and scared that he lashes out at the guards around the bars.

If left alone (+ with his bros) for too long, he’ll manage to break himself out. His emotions are wild, and he can’t think rationally at all; barbaric even.

He’ll run off trying to find you, not focusing on anything except clues that could lead him to you.

The worst part is if anyone tries to stop him he’ll punch/shove them so much that they have to let him go of how beaten they are.

Once he sees you he’s immediately going to pounce, clinging onto your legs like a needy child. He whimpers about how he missed you so much and questions why you left him.

You can’t pry him off you no matter what, and his Alligator snapping turtle features don’t make it easier either (he a big boy).

His clinginess is tenfold now that you've broken his trust. You can't tell him to let go, what if you leave him alone again?!

"I was so scared all alone, I wanted to cry."

Leo

(He's just as bad as Mikey with this)

Two words: he breaks.

He screams and starts yelling out profanity, his arms reaching out for you in his cage. The guards try to stop him but he ends up hurting them, even without his sword.

He'll get out using his clever tricks, retrieving his weapon in the process.

Once he reclaims his weapon he'll kill everything in his path, including other Battle Nexus contestants.

He tries to prove his usefulness as a way to draw your attention. Which it does, considering all the corpses that decorate the ground.

He'll walk up to you with his arms wide open, and he'll embrace you, laughing as he does so.

He blabbers on and on about why he should be the only one you kidnap; it's his duty, or it's because he's useful.

From that day on you're stuck with the undefeatable Battle Nexus champion whose hands are stained with blood, yet at night he holds you tight with a grin that brings fear to your heart.

He basically gets possessive over his role and doesn't want anyone but him to be the one you kidnap to be in the Battle Nexus arena.

"You haven't captured anyone else, right? Only I can be your champion~"

Donnie Duck

Heartbroken but also assumes the wrong thing.

He's in pain that you betrayed him but believes Big Mama forced you to do this, not because of your willingness to work for her.

He doesn't get out of his cage, instead acts super disinterested. It’s his tactic to draw attention and also because he’s a little depressed.

If you come down due to the reports of him pulling the “Lou Jitsu” move he’s shoving his face against the bars; asking if you’re ok.

He's worried sick that something's happened to you. Especially since it's Big Mama. He's reaching for your ankles, searching for injuries (trying to grab the grippers).

I know all of them are completely unhinged after this betrayal but D'Nello has no thoughts going through his head except for injuries and that Big Mama is a bitch.

If you ever find yourself distracted for even a second (ADHD ppl we're in trouble-) he's pulling you forward commanding you to stay. He's not letting you go until the two of you can escape from this hell Big Mama has put you in.

If Big Mama comes in he's basically a feral dog trying to kill her. He's pulling out everything he has in his battle shell.

He basically kidnaps you home at that point.

"I dare you to duel with me, Big Mama. I DARE YOU."

Michelle

Commits arson-

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Sorry I haven't written anything for the last couple of days. I've had a few music performances so I've been tired/have no time.

And now I lay in bed in pain from carrying 5 drums for half an hour ;-;.

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #tmnt #yandere tmnt #raph #leo #donnie

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dreams-shape-the-world · 8 months

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Pride and Prejudice - Good Omens

The Confessions

I need to write about two of the most important scenes in both Pride and Prejudice (2005) and Good Omens S2 E6, their prospective confession scenes. I will try my best to compare these scenes and how much, to me, they are so related.

Firstly, I am using the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice since it stands to me as the most relatable. Both McFadden and Knightley breathe life into the characters of Mr. Darcy and Lizzy in the confession scene. Plus, I think most people have seen this version, rather than the BBC version with Firth and Ehle (which I adore).

Here Mr. Darcy professes his love for Lizzy, she has bewitched him, body and soul. Even though her station in life is beneath him, he cannot help himself. He proposes to her, even though they are not equal. Yes, there is more to the conversation, but I want to mainly focus on the part of not equals, or to be plain, not good enough as she is. This is a troubling statement for Lizzy to hear, she is insulted by this, how can she not be good enough as she is. She feels slighted by him, she is smart, witty and able to stand up to what is right in her mind. This confession throws Lizzy off balance, she feels something for him, sees him differently, but she unable to act upon it because she insulted. His pride prevented him from truly accepting her for who she is, after she tells him off, he then decides to fix things so that they can be together. To me, the key issue is fixing things for the better. It’s a very simple way of looking at it, because he did make snap judgements that prevented his and Lizzy from getting together in this scene.

Let us now examine Aziraphale and Crowley, as in what we now call, the infamous scene. The roles are reversed here some, I see Crowley as mixture of Mr. Darcy and Lizzy in that he is opening himself up and shocked to hear himself doing this. He is so vulnerable, sincere and having difficulty with his confession because this is the most human he has ever been. But Aziraphale shatters Crowleys confession before he can even start, tells him of Metraton’s offer and that he is going to take it. Even as Crowley tells him he is foolish, that both sides are toxic, deep down I know that he only hears one thing, he is not good enough, he has been thrown away. Aziraphale wants to go back, making Crowley his second in command, not his equal. Crowley now is able to confess that he wants them to be together, a group of two, on equal footing in their relationship. But because Aziraphale is unable to come to grips that he is indeed in love with a demon he makes that snap decision in taken the offer from Metraton. Aziraphale needs to make things better and part of that is making Crowley the angel he used to be. The saddest part of the scene is that Aziraphale assumes that Crowley will say yes, but we all knew he wouldn’t. All because Crowley heard, “am not good enough and like God, you too won’t take me as I am.”

Now, there are other nuances/layers that I will get into in the future, but I just want to show some similarities that these scenes have with one another. Mostly because in Good Omens, Jane Austen, was a running theme throughout this latest season. You can also argue that the running theme in this scene is not being good enough for their partners, whether it is status or being a demon. Lizzy does the upper hand because she has self-worth, is able to stand up to Darcy and present her case to him. But Crowley, he has a bigger hill to climb, his feeling of not being good enough stems back to the days of his fallen (sauntered) from heaven. This is of course now complicated by Aziraphale feeling the same way, but he has been "given" a chance to go back. He wants Crowley to come with him, but as an angel, as he once was. Crowley only hears, "you are not good enough as you are", again, rejection on who you are. We have had this happen before to us at one time or another in life, this is why these scenes have always resonated with me. They are good enough, it's just the person that they loved hasn't seen them for who they are.

#aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #innefable husbands #good omens #good omens season 1 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #pride and prejudice #anthony j crowley #good omens season two #good omens season 2 spoilers

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burning-basilisk · 5 months

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The deeper I go into my own emotional awareness, the easier it is to sense the actual depth of what occupies my mind.

I can literally *feel* the space between the front of my mind and the bottom of my heart. My brain is running on decade-old habits, chasing things that have historically stimulated me, that I've even incorporated into my identity... and now I realize how superficial that stimulation was, and especially why so many my old coping mechanisms don't actually help me. Many of them harm me. I knew this, and persisted because they at least kept me out of the Abyss of suicidal ideation... but now, I'm strong enough to stand without them. My heart swells at this realization, but my mind despairs. What do I do with myself, now?

The saddest part is realizing that some of the friends I've made during my lowest points and throughout my healing journey... some of the people who literally carried me when I didn't have the strength to stand... I don't need them to carry me anymore, and many of them can't help me with much else. I'm not going to let them go entirely, and will do my best to at least keep in touch, but whatever my path forward is... doesn't feel like it's for them. They might surprise me and stick with me, but I'm skeptical. It's bittersweet.

The beautiful part, though, is that I slowly feel myself getting drawn back into things that used to fill my soul as a child, like reading and writing, as well as discovering that I do actually feel fulfilled by things that I used to sneer at, like fashion or raunchy banter with close, intimate friends. I don't feel the need to explain to myself WHY I should feel good about them. I just... let myself feel good about them, now. My heart demands to be felt. My mind still frets, worried that I'm daring to indulge in things that I don't deserve. That I have identified as "too broken" to for too long to deserve the deep fulfillment that these things give me. If I shed that identity, then I'll have to prove to myself that I deserve it.

The fears and insecurities that my pretentious intellectual facade used to scramble desperately to rationalize and deconstruct and maybe "solve", my heart is gently taking them away.

My mind shouts "What are you doing? Those are dangerous! I have to keep them away from you, or we will be crippled again!"

My heart gently smiles and shakes its head. "You don't need to protect me so much anymore. We can work together now."

My brain watches in shock as I let myself sink into the most painful parts of my life, one by one, and let the emotions pass through me. Let them process. It leaps at my terrified thoughts, searching for problems to fix, and my heart grabs it and holds it down. "No," says my heart, "let them pass. Trust me."

And now, the roles are reversed. My brain is in awe of my heart, following it around and trying to re-analyze what I might actually be capable of, asking myself "How do I feel about this?" at every possible moment, as though discovering the sense of taste or smell for the first time.

But... I'm writing this when I should be working. Brain is getting a little too fixated on emotional growth. Have to do job well. Have to secure income and advance career.

But I'm also terrified of falling back into the habit of self-flagellation.

"But... maybe we could afford to beat ourselves up a *little bit*" says my heart, with a subtle smirk, "in the name of self-discipline."

"Consent granted..." replies my brain, with a blush. "Just let me think of a safeword."

#personal #growth #...subtle nsfw?

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ginnsbaker · 9 months

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This chapter was so juicy omg lets get straight into it

Agatha literally embodies me 😂 everything shes said i’ve either said or thought. From her saying she never had faith in reader’s relationship with yelena to calling it a rebound. She’s exactly right and i’ll come back to those two quotes a little later. The other thing about sparky being a mastermind is something I genuinely thought earlier on i was like aw damn the dogs bringing them back together but I didn’t say anything and now i really wish i did cos same agatha same 😂

Im gonna speak about wanda briefly here and then I’ll come back to her affer. But in that whole conversation with agatha she’s very mature about the whole thing considering reader kissed her. She’s not getting excited about it out of respect for readers relationship(that’s already over but she doesn’t know that yet) shes also being cautious because of what happened last time with reader.

Im glad Valkyrie apologised and that wanda didn’t string her along honestly did not want another reader yelena relationship for lack of better words.

Vision is gone thank fuck for that he will not be missed.

Natasha. Quite possibly one of the saddest parts of the series. Nothing hurts quite like a friendship breakup between best friends. I said it last time and my views haven’t changed. Nat is supposed to be readers friend, while I completely understand why shes angry it makes sense yelenas her little sister and i get it but reader is also her friend. It a complicated situation because its very difficult to be neutral. Reader shouldn’t have cheated full stop. However, if we’re being realistic some could argue reader has been emotionally cheating since the start considering the love for wanda was always there. But back to my point this relationship should never have happened to begin with or at least not when it did. Yelena shouldn’t have pursued reader and reader shouldn’t have dated her either especially not without having the therapy that is so desperately needed. Im not blaming yelena or saying nat’s reaction is wrong because i truly understand both sides its just really sad that this is how its ended. Im not sure what your plans for nat are for once i genuinely dont have a clue.

I think its very ironic that at the start of this wanda didn’t really have that big a support group but now thats kind of the reverse because reader now has no one. I also think its very like idk what the word is “impactful” i guess that now reader’s lost everyone but wanda is still there for them.

Back to wanda. Idk how to feel because we know what happened to wanda last time they entered this sort of arrangement and i really don’t want it to again because she has made so much progress. On one hand i feel like she won’t let herself go back that far but the ones we love can be our weakness sometimes. And on the other hand it seemed different this time less aggressive like the way reader cushioned wandas head. But one thing I didn’t like was reader leaving with no aftercare i saw someone else say it and I definitely agree. PSA to everyone aftercare is so so so important okay? Good. And i also don’t like Wanda missing therapy because of this arrangement it feels like a step backwards (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing in terms of story writing cos like i said last time recovery is not a linear path and its really validating that you’ve included that)

And finally pietro. Oh dear god the anticipation is killing me. Ive been dying for chapter 17 and its almost here. He knows why wanda missed the sessions (or at least suspects) and i think hes got a picture of wanda in the hospital or maybe after he found her (im not quite sure who found wanda after she overdosed I don’t remember but uno what i mean💀) and hes gonna send it to reader maybe saying back off

I swear im in love with your brain youre incredible I can’t wait for chapter 17

-🧃

Reading your comments/thoughts is always a favorite habit of mine whenever I post an update. Like, srsly dude, I look forward to it.

There's something you highlighted that I did not even intended in the story: I think its very ironic that at the start of this wanda didn’t really have that big a support group but now thats kind of the reverse because reader now has no one. I also think its very like idk what the word is “impactful” i guess that now reader’s lost everyone but wanda is still there for them.

I guess that happened naturally. I mean, when you're maintaining a positive vibe in life and taking care of yourself in general, suddenly there's room for people in you life who also want to share the same outlook in life. You attract good energy. You're able to take care of relationships around you because you're in a good place. I guess that's what happened :)

Yes, aftercare is really important. R is neglecting herself, wasting away, so she really is incapable of thinking about another person's needs at this point.

My mind?? Look at your mind! Look at what you'll think Piet would do O_O

Once again, thank you! I super enjoy reading your points!

#🧃 anon #ilgoss asks

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!”

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore.

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face.

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words.

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper.

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away.

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm.

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating.

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him.

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night,

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst.

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble.

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up.

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying.

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head.

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to?

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you.

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!”

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?”

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him.

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths.

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded.

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.”

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging.

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen.

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately.

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said.

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said.

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself.

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs.

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell.

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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lavendertales · 3 years

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Locked out of heaven: Chapter 2

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

summary: going to weddings isn’t on Javier’s favorite past time activities. Only this time, there might just be something worth it all.

word count: 4.2k

A/N: watch out for soft & in love!Javi. there’s quite a lot of that. credit for the idea of this chapter goes to my sweet @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage. Also I finished reading Milk & Honey by Rupi Kaur and I couldn’t help but throw in some lines in the story as well.

gif: @hunterschafer

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It’s a piece of paper, you repeatedly tell yourself. It’s just a piece of paper.

Paper which smoothly confines you to its socially accepted grip and that now you have to share with someone else.

The choice is evident from any angle you might attempt to analyze the situation. Even as you’re surrounded by colleagues who you bet would be more than happy to attend such an event with you and have a blast, the choice at the back of your mind would not succumb to your persistent wishes of freedom.

It’s always been Javier.

In the darkest moments, in the happiest and saddest, Javier was always your first choice. It’s been involuntary and out of your reach, otherwise why would you spend twenty years enamored with the same man who is clearly avoiding commitment like the plague? And you can’t even blame him for that. You’ve been there for every moment of his life since you were teenagers, every heartbreak, every hope, every angry moment, all of it. You once expected more of your friendship, perhaps selfishly so. Perhaps it had been cruel on your part to hope that Javier would feel the same, but you could not turn off your own heart. It craved Javier like your body needed air and food and blood.

You can’t help but feel mad at yourself for your present mentality. Years ago, you finally let go of the absurd idea that you and Javier could ever be anything but friends. You almost couldn’t believe it, but you did it. You were getting over him, you were dating… and then, spending more and more time around him in Colombia, doing the job he broke a sweat trying to get you and of course, spending your first night with him reversed things to the way they were. You often felt like a love struck teenager again, blushing whenever Javier gave you his undivided attention. But you were no fool, despite what the evidence might have pointed out. You knew he was sleeping around, you knew he was only doing this with you because you were familiar and comfortable, and you knew he would never make a promise for stability, regardless to whom.

You knew he would never feel that way.

Now, as you stare at the invitation and sigh, you realize it’s time to shove those feelings down once again. In the spur of the moment, you decide that it is also time to end this parade of naked bodies you’ve been engaged with. It does you no good in the long-term.

Hell, you’re getting too old to be so foolish and childish.

You finish your breakfast and your coffee, get dressed and rush to the office. Today, of all days, you dread it, but it’s not as if you can call in sick. At least that doesn’t work for the forensics department. So you put on a happy face, salute your co-workers and get to work.

“Morning!”

Chris Feistl’s voice reaches your ears and you’re glad it’s only him.

“You’re awfully chirpy this morning,” you remark.

“Gotta be, otherwise it’s all dark and grim.”

“Fair point. So what can I do for you?”

“We got another dead body.”

You frown and give him a rather concerned look.

“And that makes you happy?” you ask. “Cause if it does, you got some issues.”

Chris chuckles nervously. “No, but—never mind. Here’s the file.”

You take it from his hands and briefly inspect it, your mind filled with dozens of things at once and soon, a headache threatens to burst through your skull. Crap, it’s barely nine a.m.

“Alright, I’ll get my stuff and head to the scene,” you say after a while.

“Need a ride? We’re headed out now.”

“Uh, sure.”

Your heart’s in your throat, nerves wrecked at the thought of seeing Javier. You’ve been avoiding him for days, ever since receiving that invitation. You’re not sure why; it’s no big deal. Or at least it shouldn’t be.

Foolish. Nervous and flustered like a silly teenager in love. Cut it out.

You swallow your pride and your nerves alike and get in Chris’ car, cooped up in the backseat right next to Javier. He looks his usual tired, but he acts the same with you. He smiles and moves closer to you, then quickly switches to his professional side when Van Ness starts to talk about the case.

“They’re blaming it on a gas explosion,” he says from the passenger’s seat.

“Of course they would. It’s more appropriate than saying they blew up dozens of people just to prove a point.”

“I’m guessing the body you showed me this morning, Feistl, isn’t the sole one you want me to examine.”

“Unfortunately not, as you can hear.”

You sigh. The atmosphere quickly changes to a somber one the closer you get to your destination. Working for the DEA is beyond tough, but your own job in forensics is grim. There’s little to no joy. Catching bad guys brings a certain sentiment of relief, but it does no justice to the endless parade of corpses you see on a daily basis. You gotta be made of stone to survive and sometimes, the concrete you built around yourself to protect yourself crumbles.

As you get out of the car and take a deep breath, tugging onto the bag on your shoulder, you take a mental note to indulge into whatever joyous occasion you can get your hands on.

And a wedding seems like the appropriate way to celebrate life, now more than never.

“Wanna go to a wedding with me?”

“A wedding? In the middle of the drug war?”

“Come on! It’s a very small festivity. It’s one of my friends from forensics and she’s been planning this for months. And if God forbid something should happen, we got a perfectly capable agent there.”

“Not sure one agent could stop chaos caused by the Cali cartel.”

“You know what I meant. Come on, please? You get to take a hot chick and therefore look good by default. And there’s an open bar!”

“Fine. You get two dances at best.”

“Thank you for the honor.”

So… that was happening. You managed to persuade Javier into going to your friend’s wedding with you. Nervousness slithered into your bloodstream as you got ready, heart in your throat for no apparent reason. Javier had a reputation that preceded him and you being around him was more fuel to said reputation. Not that you would ever care what anyone says but you also couldn’t turn a blind eye and pretend it was all okay. You’re the only one in the know of the whirlwind of emotions you’re going through for years on end and you intend for things to remain that way.

The only thing left to do was end that arrangement with Javier. Why should he care if you end things with him? He’s got plenty of other girlfriends to keep him company.

Which, perhaps, hurts you more than it should.

All those contradictory feelings, the sour, bowel tasting like sentiment whenever you thought that there was nothing special enough about you for Javier to prioritize you was hurting you more and more, and for the life of you, you vehemently refused to circle back into the swamp of misery you nearly drowned in years ago. No more of that. You have to choose yourself. All you want in the end is to have your best friend still in your life when the physical ecstasy wears off.

Although… you could sure use a shot of confidence right about now as you wait for Javier to pick you up. The clock seems to stop ticking the more your mind spirals until eventually, the clock stops altogether and so does your mind. You take a few deep breaths, in hopes for relaxation, and instead, images of Javier looking dapper in a suit make your blood boil and you find yourself craving that sweet yet poisonous physical ecstasy.

You force yourself to remember that you’ve made a decision and you must stick to your guns. It’s for the best, you repeat in your mind. It’s for the best. Even Javi knows it, deep down.

The knock on the door sets both your heart and body afire. You gulp, arranging your dress one more time before answering with a wide, charming smile on your face.

“Hi!”

“Wow! You brought your A game, baby.”

The green dress you’re wearing is embracing your form in every way and you’re simply shining, absolutely breathtaking. It feels as if he’s truly seeing you for the very first time and something inside of him burns and jolts with a happiness he hadn’t felt in… years, truthfully.

Don’t call me baby, don’t call me baby, don’t—

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself. If we weren’t friends I might try to flirt with you.”

Why the fuck did you say that?? Why would you say that??

“Well I’m not gonna stop you,” he smirks.

Okay, scratch that. Why would he say that??

“Let’s not though,” you smile, closing the door behind you. “I’m sure there will be plenty of eligible bachelorettes over there.”

Javier says nothing, unlike what you might have expected, which it’s rather peculiar but you think nothing of it. Instead, you take his arm as he extends it to you, heart in your throat, and let him open the car door for you. Of course he’s acting like a gentleman. It’s like he knows what I have in mind.

“So whose wedding is it anyway?”

“My friend Paula’s. She wanted something intimate, but lovely, he wants to see her happy—you can probably guess how it is.”

“I sure can.”

“And neither of them are targeted in any way by Cali, so we should be safe.”

“People don’t have to be targeted by Cali before they get hit with their best shot.”

“I know. It’s just—can we just enjoy tonight? Like normal people?”

Javier side-eyes you, paying more attention to the road. He finds it tough to focus though, which is rather astounding to him. The arrangement you and him have has worked perfectly for the past three years and there has never been an instance when he looked differently at you. It’s almost surreal and debilitating in every beautiful aspect he can think of.

“Did you—do something to your face?”

You frown, more amused than anything. “What? I’m wearing makeup, I thought that was obvious.”

“No, no, it is, I was just wondering. You look… different.”

“Well, I’m wearing a dress which highlights my boobs, I’m wearing a full face of makeup, and I actually got some sleep so I look like a normally-functioning human being.”

Javier shuts his mouth. He can’t explain it to you because he fails to understand it himself. It’s probably just the dress, he concludes. He sees you looking fancy and dolled up for the first time in who knows how long. It’s the only valid reason.

“Sorry about before,” he mutters. “You do look stunning.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you came with me.”

“And to think I would’ve missed this look… what a shame that would’ve been.”

You giggle nervously, nothing verbal slipping past your lips, now sealed shut. The sentiment nesting in between you and Javier feels different this time around. It’s a famished stiffness, playing a taunting and teasing game with the both of you. But you remain firm and enjoy the car ride, trying to distract yourself however you can. The landscape, Bogota’s lights, the music… and Javier’s trademark cologne which simply intoxicates your nostrils.

Just a few hours. Then we can call it off.

It seems rather cruel to take him to a party first, then dispose of him so selfishly. It’s all in good consideration though; and at the very least, Javier has the luxury of living under the impression that all you ever wanted was physical relief and pleasure. For all he knows, you’ve always needed his friendship and his body and called it a day.

He doesn’t know how he can bring you to your knees simply with his voice, or a look in his eyes.

You’re relieved when you finally see the venue before you. The music is loud, the lights are bright and popping through the large windows and suddenly, you’re excited. It’s been quite a long time since you last attended a proper celebration, and a celebration of love could be just what people needed to witness in those dark and grim times.

“Shall we?” he extends his arm for you to take it.

When you do, there’s electricity rushing through you, a heat nearly debilitating. But you smile nonetheless and nod, waltzing on his arm inside the venue.

You give the bride and groom your well wishes and so does Javier, only more distant yet still polite enough. He heads straight for the bar and orders two whiskeys neat. He hands you the glass, takes his and clinks it before taking the first sip.

“So, who looks the more ridiculous here?”

This time you actually burst out loud laughing, frowning at him. “What?”

“Plenty of couples here. Which one do you think is the most ridiculously dressed?”

“Oh, so we’re doing this? Playing a drinking slash judging fashion game?”

“Come on, it’s just between us two.”

You giggle, taking another sip of the whiskey and succumbing. You lean against the bar, casually inspecting the crowd.

“Okay. See the blonde with the pink dress with feathers?”

“Yeah, that’s not such a good look. I’m hoping that’s her dad she came with because—oooh, okay, not her dad.”

“No one slips their father that much tongue.”

You both chuckle. “You’re terrible,” you tell him.

“Part of my charm.”

Another sip, another sneaky pair of eyes in the crowd.

“Oh, check it out, twelve o’clock.”

“The old couple? They look so sweet. Whoa! Never mind, the old lady is showing too much cleavage.”

Another good hour passes by with more drinks and more laughter. When you’re done playing fashion police with pretty much every single guest there, the conversation somehow shifts onto the topic of—surprise, surprise—marriage itself.

“Have you ever thought about getting married again?” you ask Javier.

He huffs, putting good thought into it. “I kinda gave up on the idea. I wasn’t even sure things would’ve worked out with Lorraine in the first place. And with this job, here… it’s a big no.”

“Yeah, I know. I know what you mean.”

“I take it you also never thought about marriage?”

“I did think about it, but… I never got that close to someone to actually picture it happening.”

“How are you still single again?”

“For one thing, I’m sleeping with you. That might be a turn off for any potential suitor.”

“Fair point. But we do have fun, don’t we?”

He side-eyes you in the cockiest, most attractive way and your whole body burns.

“A lot of fun,” you respond with a smile just as smug.

But it quickly fades away, like it always does. Each second your gaze lingers on his silhouette, your heart throbs inside your chest.

“Javi… about that…”

Now or never, you tell yourself. The ideal moment finally presented itself. Whatever might come next, you expect it to be much like a tornado, and yet, his calmness is what surprises you instead. His face betrays no rage nor confusion; on the contrary, it oozes serenity.

Javier gets a good buzz going and the moment he hears a slow song commencing in the speakers, he gets an urge like none other. It’s a warm, tingly feeling, and suddenly your figure is everything his eyes can reckon in the crowd.

“Dance with me?”

He holds out his hand and you watch confused. He knows what you’re trying to say. Perhaps he’s known it for a while, and perhaps this might count as a method of distracting you from going through with it, but as your fingers are intertwined with his and his other free hand rests comfortably on your hip, pulling you in to his chest and breathing you in, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything that was or that it will be. All that he cares about… is you.

And you don’t recognize the look in your eyes. You haven’t seen it before in all of the time you’ve known each other. But his hand is warm and soft pressed against yours, his grip on your waist is gentle and yet unforgiving and in his eyes, you see the future you once thought you’d share with him, future that you finally understand is doomed to fail.

You gulp, heart flattering inside your chest so fast it nearly aches for the longing touch of love. That’s the thing about love, you suppose. It marinates your lips till the only word your mouth remembers is his name.

“What’s with that look on your face?” you finally ask with a shy smile on your face.

Javier smiles more, eyes locked on your lips. He slowly spins you around and pulls you back to his chest, now holding your hand pressed against his chest.

“You look really beautiful,” he murmurs.

“Thank you.”

You clear your throat, unsure of what else to say. What could you say? You never intended to feel that way about Javier, to spend so much of your life devoting yourself to him through no fault or choice of your own. Now here you are, locked in his arms and speechless, eyes searching each other as a tender feeling rushing through your bones, turning them into a puddle. You’d be lying if you said he makes you speechless, though. The truth is, Javier makes your tongue so weak that it forgets what language to speak in.

Javier gulps the more he watches you. He’s not used to this sentiment that he so abruptly gets, but he can’t claim he despises it. Not even close. It actually warms him up and makes the whole scenery feel peaceful and appropriate. It goes as far as making him forget the whole war on drugs going on, the high stakes and the impending danger.

He finally sees you, fully and wholeheartedly, and he face-palms himself in his head.

Of fucking course. How could he have been so blind and idiotic? It’s always been you. You were always around, always by his side and always in his head and heart.

His pupils dilate as he slowly stops dancing, simply staring at you in awe. Waves of shock rush through him, but he makes no movement, as if afraid it will all go away at the slightest touch.

“Javi?”

He pulls you closer again, unable to take his eyes of your lips. God, how he wants to kiss you. But he doesn’t want it to be greedy and fast. He wants to savor every inch of you, every portion, every taste and all of the warmth that you emanate.

A pestering beeping sound puts a dent in his plans. He closes his eyes and backs away, waiting.

“That’s my pager,” you excuse yourself, searching through your purse. “Oh, crap.”

“It’s okay, go.”

You look at him apologetically, but Javier rushes you off. He watches you walk away in search for a phone, hands rigid beside his body. He almost can’t believe he failed to understand this earlier.

Everything seems to have fallen in place at last. Why he always ended up coming back to you after his other private encounters, why he always craved to have you around instead… everything. The way you kissed him. The way you welcomed his body inside yours. The way you said his name. He could easily hate himself for being so blind if he wouldn’t be busy panicking.

What’s he supposed to do now? He can’t be… in love with his best friend. Can he?

Except he is.

And it’s paralyzing his body in a cold fear.

Does he ask you out on a date now? Does he expect you to know? No, that’s stupid. How could you know? Even he didn’t know it till mere moments ago.

I gotta talk to her. I gotta tell her.

His palms are sweaty regardless of how much he rubs them against his pants. He waits for you to return, heart in his throat and stomach completely gone, but he’s made up his mind. It’s probably the one thing that makes sense to him in the longest time.

When you come back, there’s a disappointed look on your face that Javier reads immediately and immediately his heart drops in his stomach.

“I gotta go the office,” you tell him. “Some of the bodies from the explosion were identified and… some were children.”

The somber silence that follows makes it hard for Javier to return to his otherwise selfish thoughts. He nods understandingly.

“I’ll call a cab.”

You rush to bid goodbye to the bride and groom and hop in the cab, both of you in the backseat. The silence is no longer comfortable and allows for no tension or craved words to be spoken. And, while Javier doesn’t believe in signs and such, it’s hard not to take this moment as an indication that he should not act on impulse and confess something of such magnitude.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight though,” you shyly thank him.

“It was a lot more fun than I would’ve thought.”

“I’m glad.”

You smile at each other briefly, recalling the reason why you had to leave and your heart sinks yet again. There’s no more room inside your mind to overanalyze Javier’s behavior, nor the looks he threw you. You know when things are done, and you know as much. You are done waiting. It is simply not fair to you.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Javier tells you, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you get out of the cab.

“Okay.”

You hesitate to leave, and you’re not even sure why. It’s like you’re waiting for something, a sign, anything, and when nothing comes, you smile at him, close the door and step into the office, fumbling for your keys. It’s one o’clock in the morning and exhaustion has its word in your delayed actions, but on some level, this is a more merciful alternative than to wait around for something that you know won’t ever come.

You’re surprised to see the lights already turned on, but you don’t make anything of it. Yet. However, seeing another silhouette in the office solves the mystery.

“Daniel, hey!”

Daniel Van Ness’s friendly face welcoming you is a sight you wouldn’t have thought you’d witness at the embassy in the middle of the night, but alas, there he is, shuffling through some papers.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, taking a seat in front of him.

“They called me in to give you the documents for the victims. I’m the one who made the connections, so—yeah.”

“Oh, okay.”

He looks curiously at you and that’s when you remember your unusual office attire.

“I see you dressed for the occasion,” he jokes.

You chuckle. “I came from a wedding, believe it or not.”

“Was it a good one?”

“Yeah. The bride and groom looked very happy. Even with everything that’s going on.”

Daniel nods understandingly and showcases a friendly smile. He seems somewhat nervous, but maybe your intuition isn’t at your best right now.

“Did you go alone?” he asks.

“No, I went with Javier.”

“Right. You guys are best friends.”

Again you hesitate for all of the wrong reasons.

“Yes. Best of friends.”

For a while, the only sound heard are the papers being ruffled and exchanged between you and Daniel. On his face there is clear concentration, but a dash of nervousness as well. You learn that your intuition is infallible even at two o’clock in the morning when you’re working.

“Hey, uh—what I’m about to say has nothing to do with the way you look, which—okay, it’s a very beautiful office outfit—“

You smile widely. There was just something about Daniel’s sweetness that always got to you, especially now.

“But I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Don’t wanna make things awkward in any way.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to grab a cup of coffee together sometime.”

The invitation Daniel launches takes you aback more than you can state. He’s looking at you kindly and rather tempting, and you take an embarrassing amount of time to process his words and formulate an answer.

“Oh! Like a—you mean—“

“A date, yeah. If you’d like to. If not, totally cool.”

“Uh—well—“

“Are you involved with anyone?”

Oh, let’s not open that can of worms.

“No, definitely not,” you reply. “You know what? I think it’s a good idea. I’d like that.”

His eyes widen and in the dim light, you swear he looks like a lost puppy.

A very tall and appealing puppy.

“Cool!”

“Yeah. Cool.”

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monodreamin · 3 years

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Last Christmas I gave you my heart

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader, ex boyfriend Taehyung x Reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst, one shot

Synopsis: Last Christmas was full of heartbreak when your Ex boyfriend Taehyung broke up with you on Christmas. You run into your ex boyfriend in a department store a year later and the stranger swoops in to save you.

Warnings: protected sex, sex with a stranger, a bit of jealous /possessive Hoseok, vaginal sex and not too many warning so it’s all I can think of for now.

Words: 2,351

I was doing some last minute Christmas shopping at a department store when I bumped into him. Him the man who broke my heart last Christmas he ripped my heart from out my chest and proceeded to stomp it out as it laid on the ground until it was mush and a bloody mess. That's exactly how it felt if I had to describe it.

Damn it why was he still so ethereal looking? but I knew better than that he was the devil. I watched from a safe distance he was so into whatever was in his hands. The Christmas lights from a nearby display cast light on his face.

The man and I dated for a year before we broke up. The saddest part was when I scrolled down my instagram feed and saw some photos of him with another woman on new year's eve. I was dating him for a year and he never once posted me. To be fair we both agreed not to post each other. We wanted our relationship to be private. But shortly after we broke up he posted his new girlfriend which had me thinking how long had he been with her? Did he cheat on me? It was only natural for me to think about these things with the timing.

It made me think that's probably why he didn't want us to post about our relationship to begin with. I agreed at the moment because I thought it was a great idea. I was always a private person and I didn't want anyone giving us their opinions on our relationship. it was easy for me to agree to these terms and maybe it was stupid of me too.

“Y/n???” Taehyung spotted me and walked my way. Shit I froze. My eyes stayed glued to his face as he made his way towards me.

“oh...hello Taehyung.” I croaked my eyes now looking down at the floor.

“It’s been so long. What has it been like a year?” he embraced me and I stiffened in his arms. Why was he treating me like I was his long lost friend? After we broke up we stopped communicating and I didn't know what I would do if I crossed paths with him again. This experience was awkward to say the least.

“Yea it has been exactly a year.” my eyes glanced over at a nearby rack. I wanted to look at anything but his face again. “Well it's good seeing you. I’m glad we ran into each other here.”

I pretended to be interested in an item in the nearby rack. “it was good seeing you too.” I lied through gritted teeth. I was trying to play nice and I didnt know how much longer I could keep this facade up.

“I just wanted to ask, did you change your phone number?”The nerve of him to ask me that.

“Yes I did once we broke up.”

“I’m sorry… that's what I wanted to tell you if I ever ran into you again. You did not deserve that. The way it happened it was just… “

“Yes I didn’t deserve to be broken up with on christmas day and i didnt deserve to scroll through my feed and see you with a new woman shortly after. Just say it Taehyung if you were really sorry you would be able to talk honestly about it and apologize sincerely but you're not. So let me guess things didn't work out with you two? ” I had reached my boiling point. I began to walk away before I let things get worse. Taehyung followed me.

“You know if you would just please give me a few minutes to explain myself. ”

“Taehyung I gave you a year that was more than enough. you hurt me and now when I see you it's like I’m reliving everything all over again and I rather not.”

“That’s why I want to make it right. I don’t want you to feel that way anymore.”

“ You shouldn’t care, I will be fine. it's none of your concern anymore so have a nice life” I said loudly.

“I didn’t cheat on you and it was wrong of me to post those photos so shortly after we split up.” Taehyung was now speaking loudly too.

A man who worked at the department store stepped between us. “The shoes you ordered I got them in the size you asked for” he looked at me speaking and I looked back at him confused for a brief second . I then figured out fairly quickly what the man was doing. “I have to go get my shoes. I played along as the man walked off and I followed him.

“I’m so sorry for getting loud in the store. Thank you for stepping in before it got worse.” The man turned to face me, his smile the brightest smile I ever witnessed. His smile was very infectious. My eyes scanning his features his perfectly shaped nose and beautiful

heart shaped lips. The man was gorgeous. Anybody with two eyes could see that.

“it's ok I felt I had to get your attention in some way before it got worse” he wanted to get my attention? My heart pounded loudly through my chest.

“Sorry again and I’m glad you did that, thank you.”

“My name is Hoseok. What is your name?” the clock by his head caught my attention. I was late for work and now in a rush. “My name is Y/N and I don't mean to be rude but I have to go right now or i'll be late. It was nice meeting you though.” I ran off in a hurry hoping I would one day see this man again.

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I finished my shift at the bakery. The day was a busy one. I was fulfilling many Christmas orders with cakes, pastries and cookies. I just got home locking the door and stepping into the shower to relax and get clean from all the icing and scent of cake off my hair. I was in the shower for a few minutes before I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be over especially at this time. I grabbed a robe and wrapped it tightly around my body. My hair was wet from washing it so I also had a towel over my head. “who is it?” I asked as I looked through the peephole.

“It's me Hoseok. The man from the department store you left your wallet.” he brought up the familiar wallet close to the peephole. It was indeed my wallet and I didn’t even notice I had lost it until now. I opened the door letting him in.

“I’m sorry I just got in from work and was in the shower. Have a seat. Do you want something to drink?” The man handed me the wallet and his face turned red, so red I noticed it even spreaded to his pointy ears.

“I’m fine I should go home now, it's late and... “ he was going to leave. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him inside of me since I first saw him at the department store. I coudn’t get him out of my head at work and now that the man was here I wasn't letting him go easily. His words were soon cut off as I dropped my robe to the floor exposing my naked body. I walked over to him seductively making sure my breasts had an extra bounce to them.

“I…” he was speechless again, his eyes filled with a hunger only my body could satiate. “Come follow me.'' I said as he held my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. I led him to my bedroom and looked for the brand new box of condoms I had purchased some months ago. “someone is a little too overdressed for my liking.” I began to remove some of his clothing and he joined in helping me do so.

We were both naked and wasting no time he slipped the condom on. “lay on the bed.” he instructed me and I quickly followed his instructions . I couldn't wait for the feeling of his cock deep inside of me stretching me out, he locked eyes with me and pressed his body against mine, kissing my lips long and deeply, he used his tongue so skillfully his hands roaming my body. I moaned into his mouth at the anticipation that was to come.

Hosek then started to rub his body against mine slowly at a tortuous pace. “ Hoseok I want you inside of me already.” I closed my eyes letting out a deep breath. “are you sure, are you ready for me?” Hoseok’s hand rubbed between my legs. “yes I’m ready.I’m

So ready for you.” I whined and I was getting impatient. Hoseok moves his hand up and down my warm heat “let me see how ready you are for me.” he smiled as he watched the way my body reacted to his touch.

“Hoseok please...” I began to moan as he switched techniques with his hand moving his hand in circular motion. “Hoseok please what? Talk to me Y/N” he smirked. The man knew exactly what he was doing and wanted to hear the words coming out my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me with your cock.” I smiled back at him. “Wow I never thought such dirty words would come from such a pretty girl.” Once those words escaped his mouth his cock slowly filled me. “This is what you wanted?” My lips opened in a perfect O shape at the feeling of his cock entering me.

Hoseok smacked my thigh “tell me do you do this often. Do you let other men into your bedroom and let them have their way with you like I am doing now ?” I let out a moan near his ear. “No just you… only you this is my first time.” My nails dug deep into his back. “Good now let’s keep it that way.” his eyes filled with possessiveness as he stroked deeper in me.

“Only you” was all I could mutter before my eyes screwed shut and the pleasure he was giving my body took over all my senses. My legs began to shake and I lost all control. I just let my body give into him the feeling was indelible.

Hoseok was great in bed the way his hips moved. It was like nothing I have ever encountered before. The combination of his girthy cock and effortless hip movements brought me to a climax.

After the pleasure subsided I opened my eyes to see Hoseok pull out of me laying by my side. “That was… amazing but now it’s my turn to make you feel good.” I grabbed his still erected cock and sank down on him but in reverse cowgirl to give him a good look at my ass.

I looked back at him as I began to bounce on his cock making sure my ass slapped against his balls as I rode him. “Fuck Y/N you look so sexy like this” his hands cupped my ass as I picked up the pace.

“You like that?” You began touching your breasts. “Fuck I love it” Hoseok’s head tilted back and the noises leaving his lips were like the sweetest music to your ears. You held on to his ankles for more balance and to give him a better look at the curve of your ass. You were about to reach the second orgasm of the night.

Hoseok grabbed your waist and started matching up your pace fucking into you, he was bringing even more pleasure into your warm wet heat. The sound of skin slapping on skin was the only loud sound to be heard in the room and soon after you both came together.

After the mind blowing sex you knew you wanted to continue to see Hoseok. The connection might have first started off as just sex but it grew into more, he loved you and you loved him once you both fucked it out of your systems that’s when the feelings became more than just sexual.

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Hoseok took you around his neighborhood to see the houses decorated for Christmas with lots of lights and outdoor Christmas decorations. It was a tradition started from years ago. “Here drink this, it's getting cold” Hoseok handed you a hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Hoseok hugged you from behind as you both drinked your hot chocolate and watched the lights. What a difference a year made.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” You turned to the sound of the voice and knew exactly who it belonged to Taehyung.

“I’m with my boyfriend.” you pointed to Hoseok.

“Boyfriend? When did this happen?”

“Excuse me but she is my girlfriend and it shouldn’t be any of your concern.” Hoseok put a protective arm over my shoulder bringing me closer to him.

“I’m her…” I cut Taehyung off before he could say anything that would make the situation worse.

“You are what? My ex boyfriend? Because that is what you are now Taehyung. I’m here with my boyfriend trying to have a good time so you should leave us alone.” I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and walked away. I knew he had a temper on him and would hate to see him lose it on Taehyung.

I don’t know what happened with Taehyung but I didn’t care to find out. I just knew I was in a better place now so all of his attempts to try to get me back wouldn’t ever work. I thought I needed closure and answers from Taehyung but in the end I didn’t. I just didn’t care any longer.

Last Christmas was terrible but this Christmas was special as my favorite Christmas song goes.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special.

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lokigodofaces · 3 years

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list of variants/timelines i want to believe exist (and probably canonically do now)

this got long so i'm putting in a cut

a world where all of the events that happened in the Framework are real

bonus if the Framework world has their own version of the Framework that is like the real world in aos

Steve fell off the train, not Bucky. bc of the crap Zola did to Bucky, he survives in ice and well, and everything happens the same but Steve and Bucky's roles are reversed

Coulson doesn't bother to keep it a secret that he's alive, and the mcu is mainly just aos but with all the main characters as well (in other words, there's mainly good writing)

also in that world Steve and Bucky love Lola

Steve doesn't go back in time to live with Peggy

to all the people claiming aos isn't canon: Sylvie just made everything canon y'all. aos absolutely happened, and while i will argue that it happened in the main timeline, if you don't want to believe that it still happened in a timeline

Bucky didn't remember Steve soon enough, not until he killed Steve

Steve killed the Winter Soldier and didn't know who it was until he removed the mask

Hydra didn't hunt down Jiaying and by extent Daisy, so Daisy was raised by Jiaying and Cal who are not crazy bc they didn't have the same experiences they did in the main timeline

Thor never takes the others to Jotunheim, so Loki never learns he is Jotun

Fitz didn't survive almost drowning

Ward wasn't recruited by Garrett, but by literally any non-Hydra agent so he is a good guy

Coulson and May listened to the agent telling them to not send May in at Bahrain, heaven knows what happens there

the government gives the Avengers more than a week to go through the Accords, so they all get to the enhanced-people-have-to-wear-trackers, giant-underwater-prison, enhanced-operatives-can't-investigate-politicians, no-trial-for-enhanced, no-investigation-for-enhanced, etc sections so they all decide to not sign and just don't care what the government says

this is random, but i feel like Bucky as Ghost Rider would be a cool aesthetic.

the Avengers meet Robbie bc he keeps assassinating their targets bc they're targets of Ghost Rider's

Daisy dies instead of Lincoln

Daisy kills Lash before he can save her

Loki never "dies," so he is sent back to Asgardian prison after tdw

Radcliffe never reads the Darkhold, he just gave it to AIDA, so most of s4 doesn't happen

Dreykov comes after Natasha between Avengers and CACW, leading to the Avengers beating his *ss (like Yelena said, the god from space doesn't need an ibuprofen after a fight)

everything's the same but no Joss Whedon going on and on about Natasha not being able to have kids

whatever ship scenario you have is canon now

Loki gets all panicky after the Hulk beats him to a pulp, having now realized what he's done. Thor believes him, and this leads to Thanos being killed in 2012-13

Deadpool sits in the back of everything, shouting comments like "Yay! Superhero landing! But don't do that, it's bad for your knees!"

Peter Parker's parents never die

the Cavalry is an Avenger

Yondu brings Peter Quill to Ego, causing the universe's destruction

Gamora and Nebula get along their entire lives

Gamora and Nebula switch roles (Gamora becomes the cyborg, Nebula the guardian and Thanos's favorite daughter)

Heimdall actually bothers to look for Loki, seeing if they can find his body for a funeral, to find that he is being tortured by Thanos. Odin refuses to send anyone to save him, making Thor realize just how awful he is. Thor, Sif, and Warriors 3 go with the help of Heimdall to save Loki

Odin and Frigga are actually good parents, creating the most iconic trio ever

tw suicide for the next bullet point

Bucky commits suicide between TWS and CACW (Sebastian said in an interview once that Bucky was suicidal)

Loki keeps coming back as DB Cooper for fun or bc he keeps losing bets

the Eternals did interfere

the shrapnel kills Tony

this one thing i made about Mr Rogers adopting Loki

Robbie is part of the Avengers in 2012, but when he sees Loki he immediately says that Loki isn't the issue and goes off to fight Thanos single handedly (and wins)

for whatever reason Coulson and May do legally adopt all the Bus Kids

Hunter and Bobbi both go to break Fitz out of prison, and they stick around for the rest of the season

Fitz and Jemma never meet (saddest of sad days)

Loki for some reason is in FFH and he sees Mysterio's illusions and just laughs bc he's such an amateur

everything's the same, everyone's just obsessed with classical music and it's constantly playing so i get happy watching it

Asgardians are like the elves in LOTR (books, not the movies), so they're constantly singing and dancing and all

Loki is shown playing a Norse flute-like instrument (we know they exist, we've found them, they're different than your typical flute and we don't really know how they sound but i want Loki to be a flautist and no i'm not not projecting (note the double negative) and yes i headcanon Loki to be a flautist i don't care what anyone says)

everyone gets therapy

someone (Monica or Jimmy) hits Hayward on the head, knocking him out (the same way Gandalf knocked out Denethor in ROTK when Denethor told everyone to flee) and the rest of SWORD works with them because clearly Hayward has issues

Stephen commits to not texting and driving

somehow Luis becomes He Who Remains just for one timeline so the entire story is told like how he tells his flashbacks

Coulson doesn't help Fury and Carol escape

T'Challa does not survive and M'Baku becomes Black Panther

the suit in Iron Man 3 is not garbage the entire movie

Tony doesn't find a way to save himself in time

Ross dies in Incredible Hulk

Loki has a pet flerken he just always carries around

by the same logic, Bucky has a kitten he meets between TWS and CACW that he always carries around. said kitten attacks people when they attack Bucky

Bucky becomes Captain America instead of Sam

when Thor goes back to 2013 Asgard, he drags Loki with him back to 2023

Clint tests the time travel by going to Sokovia and drags Pietro back with him

Steve comes back an old man, but they use Bruce's attempt at time travel to turn him back into the 30 something Steve he was

literally anything happens other than Thanos killing Loki bc Loki only used knives when he isn't even tall enough to reach Thanos's neck

Sam and Bucky straight up kill Walker

Daisy never goes through terrigenesis

Loki somehow ends up a tutor for Daisy

Bucky joins the aos team after they find him on the run from Hydra

Bucky plays baritone saxophone bc bari saxes are awesome and it adds nothing to the plot but he spends at least half an hour in each movie playing bari sax

everything's the same but John Williams is the composer

S.H.I.E.L.D. uses GH-325 to revive a bunch of composers (Mozart, Dvorak, Beethoven, Bach, Bizet, Holst, y'know, all my guys) because they for whatever reason have their bodies because of some wack mission. and now they have a bunch of classical composers alive who insist on writing more music. and what are you going to do, tell Bach to stop composing?

by that same logic, someone working at the Guest House decides to steal Freddie Mercury's body so that they can revive him bc he just loves Queen that much

Thor realizes how awful Odin is and makes it his goal to get revenge for what Odin did to his little brother

Thor meets a bunch of Loki variants (most notably gator Loki) and just decides to stop questioning anything ever

Mobius teaches Loki how to ride a jet ski

Loki arrives at S.H.I.E.L.D. and informs everyone he wants to go to school and learn about politics and run for president and S.H.I.E.L.D. is like "okay whatever just don't tell anyone you're a literal god" but have no way to stop Loki from telling anyone

y'know the "shot heard 'round the world" thing from the Battle of Lexington (first battle in American revolution, if you don't know what it is, we have no clue who made the first shot & both sides were telling their troops to not fire. once that shot was fired the battle broke out)? yeah well that was Loki i'm pretty sure

Loki comes to Earth and becomes an Avenger and all but only ever introduces himself as DB Cooper. Thor doesn't ever come to Earth, so everyone just thinks DB Cooper found the secret to not age and just showed up to save people. he disappears for stretches of time & everyone stops being confused bc he was in hiding for decades of course no one's gonna find him (he is actually on Asgard)

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therenlover · 3 years

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Hi I am terrified that Zemo is going to off Isaiah in the next episode and I need to talk about it or I'll combust. He said he doesn't intend to leave his work unfinished or whatever, right? And he now knows about Isaiah existing, and he knows they used that man's blood to recreate the serum, meaning they could do it again. And he's now disappeared, run off to fuck knows where. And they said the next episode is the saddest yet. SO THINGS AREN'T LOOKING GOOD, BESTIE, THINGS AREN'T LOOKING GOOD AND I AM ✨ANXIOUS✨

I am absolutely terrified as well.

But, in my heart, I trust they take him in a different direction. If they’ve put all this effort into making him likable and having Sam poke holes in his ideology I hope they won't reverse all of that by having him kill Isaiah, someone who isn’t in any way a symbol to the world.

My hope is that part of the sadness will come from him confronting what he’s done at the memorial in Sokovia and that most of it might revolve around a flashback to Steve’s funeral that has nothing to do with Zemo. That being said, if he kills Isaiah in cold blood I will no longer enjoy his character the same way I do now. It gets rid of so much of his likeability and complexity that it would be a massive slap in the face.

Basically, go knock on some wood so this doesn’t become another terrible writing thing like Ralph Bohner.

#jac rambles #zemo

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funky-boat-zone · 3 years

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the lighthouse chronicles: part 3/??

i don’t know how many people are actually reading these, but i’d rather not put this in the t//ugs tag. it feels rude

salty come lately

i’m pretty sure the title is a reference to some media, but i’m not cultured enough to recognize it

i cannot state this enough: i hate what they did with zorran’s voice. it doesn’t even make sense for him to sound like a bootleg disney villain, since he’s more of a jerk than an actual villain most of the time.

why does the guy working at the dump sound like captain zero?

zorran talking to nantucket rusty as burke and blair slowly loom in behind him has been the highlight of this episode. they don’t even appear in the rest of the episode, the editors just couldn’t cut them out so now they’re stalking zorran ig

“and zb was invited” (proceeds to show him with the saddest, most pitiful expression imaginable)

the boats are singing again and i am in physical pain

oh thank god, he stopped

zug’s voice cracks me up tbh. he’s just a gremlin who is filled with fear at almost every waking moment

wait... mustache, pronounced chin, villain, uninvited to an important event when everyone else was.. zorran should meet up with waluigi sometime, maybe they could bond over their shared experiences

wait, ten cents didn’t know zorran was in dry dock? surely he would’ve at least noticed that zorran was absent from the zero fleet’s dock at night, right? he could’ve asked the other z-stacks about him, this whole plot is ten cents’ fault just because he either didn’t notice or didn’t ask why zorran was gone!

it’s magic

why’s top hat making fun of big mac for smelling bad when big mac’s clearly covered in coal dust and not garbage? what makes this more ironic is that big mac’s whole counterargument in the original episode is that coal doesn’t smell

going by the show’s logic, how did big mac even get covered in trash to begin with? is he just that bad at handling garbage?

shout out to warrior (of all tugs) for being the most insightful/tactful boat in this scene

top hat acting kind of in character? in this series? it’s more likely than you think

i’m kind of relieved that they didn’t just make top hat 100% nice and friendly all the time tbh

top hat, stop singing. please

it’s kind of ironic that tugs!lord stinker took pride in carrying garbage while this universe’s lord stinker is insecure about it

the bridge is broken again? this proves my theory that snugboat harbor is not a safe place for its vehicles

oh no he’s singing again, please make him stop

count on me

ten cents and sunshine, stop singing.

pretty much nothing interesting happens besides ten cents moping to everyone that he wants to do something other than tow fuel barges.

cappy goes off the shits and almost hits otis. i like to think that cappy knew what he was doing.

to represent ten cents rescuing the fultan ferry, they just reversed footage of it sinking. no jokes here, it’s one of those things that you have to see to believe.

some of the funniest shit ever is when a character is expressing one emotion and yet their expression/the context of the episode conveys the exact opposite.

knot so nice

snowstorm up river? with no indication of snow in the rest of the harbor?

sl!sunshine finds that she’s stuck behind a bunch of logs, so her solution is to.. ram into them repeatedly without even considering that they may collapse on her. and that’s exactly what happens.

warrior tells top hat to stop fussing over ten cents being concerned about his sister’s safety.. again with warrior holding the star fleet’s brain cell! and y’know what? good for him

what have they done to zip’s voice. that’s not him, that’s not my boy. he sounds like that one prozd skit about a mob boss with a comically high-pitched voice

hey salty and friends, “trapped and can’t move” is a bit of an understatement. sunshine has a less than 0% chance of burning to death, you may want to take this a little more seriously

sunshine’s freaking the hell out and audibly panicking, and yet her model is smiling like all is well.. same, sunshine. same

okay i still can’t get over zip’s voice, who decided that this was how he should sound. it’s cursed

#the lighthouse chronicles #shitpost #reaction tag

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ask-the-chaos-creation-crew · 3 years

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I come bearing a gift of a fan fiction. 🎉

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It was a normal day in the CCCa, the birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming, Android found out they had a laser pointer feature in their cybernetic screen and was having Horror and Right Hand Lizard chase after the laser, making sure they kept a good distance away, so they didn't become the horror Henry creature of the day.

Teen, Tyrant and Reverse Personality Charles were being piss babies and attempting to set fire to the tentacles coming out of the wall. All that was managed was creating flaming tentacles with knives. Don't ask.

X, Serenity, Green and his Charles were hanging out near the AU teleportation room, after Dr V said that she had a surprise. Which only meant something completely awful if Dr V and surprises were involved.

Oh yeah and Horror Revenge Henry was there as well, being forced along thanks to Serenity putting him in timeout due to; breaking Charles' legs, then kidnapping the distressed man, picking a fight with X and Green and causing a cave in, not the smartest thing he's done, and worst of all, trying to eat Roo, second not smartest thing he's done.

The four new friends, and Horror Revenge, were waiting when Dr V came out of the room. But behind her was two figures in the shadows, one with a glowing green cybernetic tech eye. X and Charles already didn't like where this was going.

The first one to reveal themselves was Rupert Price, dressed in his usual military green clothing, but looking like he had been through several gates of hell. To be honest, X thought he looked as ragged as Charles usually looked, which meant, oh no.

The next one out was Charles, except the right side of his face was covered in cybernetic technology and his left arm and legs were also the same. Dr V tried to speak to introduce the lads, but it's kinda hard to hear over Charles screaming in absolute horror.

Green just picked up Charles, gave him a good head pat and then covered his mouth so his creator could speak. She introduced Rupert, then introduced Charlie, who in his world was Green's little brother! Dr V decided that there needed to be more Government soldiers here in the CCCa, so she borrowed some that she knew were loyal.

X, Rupert and Charles, well after Green set him down, were absolutely horrified with the idea. But Charlie, Serenity, Green and for some reason Horror Revenge, gave them the biggest, saddest puppy eyes they could possibly give. Despite their tough exteriors, X, Rupert and Charles gave in.

Green and Serenity went to show Charlie around the CCCa, while Charles, X and Rupert decided to go find a bar. Horror Revenge snuck off, hearing about the flaming knife wielding tentacles in the wall, and wanting to challenge it to a duel, because surely that can't wrong.

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Oh my gosh, this is something I never expected to see! Thank you very much! It both made me giggle and go, "oh shit".

(Especially the part that mentions HR tried to eat Roo. He literally would.)

- Mod Bliss (now smiling)

#ooc #fanart #fanfic #guess we need a tag for that now #submission #not ask #long post

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cryptvokeeper · 3 years

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Alright I finished the newest trope talk and since I already made a post that blew up about the merits of selfishness in the dream smp’s narrative I figure its only fair to talk about some of its less than poggers moments. So fuck it lets examine c!Wilbur Soot as a tragic hero why not.

So if we’re going down the line everything from the beginning of the election arc to lmanburg going boom is a near-perfect classical tragedy with wilbur at its center; the hero starts off in a good position until a reversal of fortune and shit goes downhill. Your mileage may vary on if you got catharsis from that ending but lets say for the sake of argument that you at least felt something from that shit show, which counts. We get the additional shakespearean element of other characters caught in the crossfire and even the third person omniscient audience in the form of chat, which is very fuckin nice and honestly I should just scrap this character analysis and go on a rant about how awesome it is incorporating an element of the medium into a classical framework like that. But, post for another time. Anyway to get any of this requires one thing from the protagonist; the fatal flaw. It is vital that the reversal of fortune and inevitable downfall comes from the fatal flaw, and I would argue that for Wilbur the fatal flaw is indeed selfishness.

Now as discussed previously, not all selfishness is bad. Any character trait can be a strength or a flaw in the right situation. Even before season 2, selfishness had its moments of good! It was selfish to want all the brewing stands on the server, it was selfish to feel above the law in making drugs, but it was that selfishness that built a nation that people loved and were happy in. Insert Terry Pratchett quote here. So what went wrong? Well, I think a major difference between Tommy’s selfishness and Wilbur’s selfishness that helped prevent Tommy from becoming a tragedy was that Tommy’s selfish nature changed. He was able to re-prioritize and learn to care in different, healthier ways that didn’t come at the cost of other people’s well-being. Wilbur didnt. In a war for your continued survival as a nation, possessiveness of the country you made is a good quality. In peace times, that turns from selfishness to entitlement. Wilbur felt that he was owed lmanburg, he was owed the presidency, so with an added pinch of hubris he held a one-party election to maintain power. And when he doesnt get what he wants, and his own plans lead to his exile, he becomes volatile. He feels owed his country’s loyalty even when outward support of him would be dangerous for others, so when he doesnt get it he convinces himself they’re all traitors. Eventually he reaches that point of “If I can’t have it, no one can” which is possessiveness and entitlement and selfishness in its worst form. And the saddest part is, even when he gets it back, it’s not enough. Even when he blows it up, it’s not enough. I think at that point in Wilbur’s arc nothing would truly have been enough. He would never be satisfied. So he dies and completes the role of a tragic hero and the story moves on to the next one, to hopefully do it better this time. And it does, so maybe that means there’s some hope for Wilbur too. Maybe if he comes back he could grow as a character and learn to bend without breaking and take what he wants without leaving a crater in his wake.

#dream smp #I hear ya'll bitches hate character analysis whats good

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buckyreaderrecs · 4 years

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It’s Been A Long Long Time

Summary: Bucky and Steve went to war. When they came back, you were gone. But, you know, maybe you're a lot like them, and will show up years later all not-dead and on-ice.

Words: 3,405 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, F.R.I.D.A.Y., T'Challa, Tony Stark, Shuri Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame never happened), Stark Tower is still a thing, technically a song fic, angst, sad Bucky, Nat and Howard are mentioned but not in scenes, how shit are Hydra though, happy ending, she/her pronouns Warnings: references to canon-typical violence but no violent scenes, discussion of Hydra/Nazis

Note: This is written for @maarrvveell's challenge. My prompt was the song It's Been A Long Long Time (Harry James and Kitty Kallen version, 1945), but I also used the song I Concentrate On You (1940) in a couple scenes. Roz, I hope ya love it!

Tag list (open): @browngirlmagic @lookalivefrosty @aynaraxas (not sure if you want to be tagged in new fics @animegirlgeeky?) (the tumblr formally known as @darlingtholland - where did you go? what’s your URL now?!)

EDIT: Accidentally had all the Y/N replaced with my name because of the Chrome extension. Hopefully fixed, but if you see Rhiannon pop up, please let me know so I can edit. Embarrassing lol.

It’s Been A Long Long Time

1942

The man has a German accent and that reassures you. Steve had said Erskine was European, but was it German? You can't remember, but either way, the man holding the clipboard has a strange kindness to his face. He doesn't look like he could hurt a fly, small and pink.

"I just want to do my part," you tell him, answering why you had responded to the flyer posted around Brooklyn. "It's war, ya know? Everyone is doing something…"

Despite what he had done, you knew Steve would have never let you volunteer for this. However, Steve isn't here to stop you. He had let you cry on his shoulder for days following Bucky's departure. He had said you would at least have him. And then, he left too. So, fuck Steve Rogers.

Fuck Bucky Barnes and his parting kiss to the lips and promises of love letters in the mail.

Fuck Hitler and his psychopathy and war starting bullshit.

You were going to help, even if it meant like this. The boys could yell at you when it was all over.

…

2019, December

Bucky watches the flames lick up and around the journal. He times how long it takes to burn down to ash. Opening the fresh book in his lap, he begins by recording that time. Each journal begins like this. Bucky doesn't know why he does it. Although, his general preoccupation with the concept of time is a little easier to explain. Bucky Barnes is one of the few people on Earth that has a very personal and turbulent relationship with time. It does not pass for him like it does everyone else. It doesn't age him like everyone else. He isn't even sure it properly exists like everyone else does. It is only natural therefore, that Bucky thinks about time a lot. It is easy to get lost in the past.

Don't get him wrong though - Bucky does not want to return to anything behind him. He doesn't miss it. Not Hydra. Not Nazis. Not the Great Depression. There's only one thing that keeps pulling him in reverse.

You.

He dreams of you most nights. Sometimes they are heavenly trips into the best days he'd had with you. Sometimes they are hollow nightmares with teeth falling out and black blood. Sleep feels empty if you are not there. Sleep has been empty since the news had been delivered years and years ago.

After being rescued and then recruited into The Howling Commandoes, Bucky could see that Steve wasn't telling him everything. And there was so much to tell. "What is it, Stevie?" he asked, turning his empty shot glass upside down on the bar and looking at Steve. (Bucky kept accidentally looking down at Steve, forgetting his eyes were waaayyy up there.)

"It's… It's Y/N, Buck…"

Bucky felt his blood run cold. He thought the worst had happened. Steve had changed. He'd been tortured. The worst… You were meant to be safe at home. But you were too much like Steve.

When he was sure he was alone, Bucky cried and cried and cried until there was only an emptiness left in him. It made him a better soldier, he told himself.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice pulls Bucky from the memory of you. Something has been going on in the tower; people have been buzzing around all day, all hush hush. They avoid eye contact with him, but that's pretty standard. To get away from it all, he climbed to his secret little spot on the roof. Just enough room for a metal bin to burn things in, and an old office chair with a broken wheel that he found discarded in a hallway.

Bucky's surprised to learn that F.R.I.D.A.Y. could even find him here. He pulls his headphones from his ears, pausing Harry James and Kitty Kallen and sighing.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, Sergeant Barnes, but this does qualify as an emergency," F.R.I.D.A.Y. says. Where the hell is her voice even coming from?

"Tell 'em I'm on my way," Bucky replies.

Bucky navigates his way to a room in which everyone knows what is happening. All eyes are on him as he enters the room. Without needing to overtly look around, Bucky clocks most of the Avengers as being present, as well as some other agents. He takes a seat in the chair clearly meant for him; Sam and Steve flank his sides. As he sits, most of the room empties. It's disconcerting at best.

For only a second, Bucky considers playing along. He's tired though. He needs to be alone.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice the saddest Steve has heard in a while.

"Ah, as you know.. Last week we sent scouts to recon the potential Hydra base… the one under Baltimore," Steve begins.

As soon as the word Hydra hits the air Bucky knows it means they found something. And something is never good. Possible items include files documenting the graphic nature of The Winter Soldier's breaking in, training, and treatment; evidence of the crimes committed by The Winter Soldier; or worse, video footage of any of the above.

"It definitely was Hydra. It was part of their science division. From the looks of what's there, they left in a hurry. Most of it is caved in. Not sure how that happened yet… There were no S.H.I.E.L.D. records of the place,"

"Get to the point, Steve," Bucky says, impatient. Hydra cells are everywhere; the ghosts of them pop up semi-regularly. Empty buildings with blood on the walls and stories to tell.

"They were studying Erskine… or, or the serum. Trying to replicate it…"

"We know that already,"

"Yeah. But… This place, they were close enough to… us, to New York, Brooklyn, to use the 'Captain America' story," Steve is starting to struggle. He uses air quotes for Captain America, disenfranchised. Whatever they found, Bucky thinks, it's bad. "They used it to… lure people… It's, it's where they experimented on people, Buck. But, ah, it's… It's where they worked out how to freeze people and keep them alive… They were preparing for-"

"Me… Working out how to freeze me?"

"Not you, exactly. There's no files on you. Just the Wint-" Steve tries but fails.

"It's the same thing, Steve. So… what? There were some files and some skeletons? What's-"

"They're still there," Steve interrupts, answering the question before Bucky can ask. "Three people still in cryo. Alive."

…

1944

"The resources have… been exhausted. We've searched everywhere, Sergeant. I'm afraid-"

"I got it. She's dead. Ain't coming back," Bucky interrupts Peggy before she can deliver what would be Bucky's final blow.

"Buck-"

"Don't. Don't say anything, Steve."

Steve thinks if he'd just stayed home, you'd probably be home too. He wonders if Bucky is thinking the same thing. "Everyone said you were gone and I found you," he offers, tries for logic.

"I wasn't missing for years. I didn't disappear into thin fuckin' air. You knew where I was… We have no idea where Y/N is. No idea when… when she… left or… was taken or-Christ! We don't know shit, Steve. 'Cept that she's gone."

Steve knows Bucky well enough to usher Peggy from the tent, leave his heartbroken best friend to scream into a pillow until he's taken by restless sleep in the gloaming. Until then, Bucky goes over it all again and again. He doesn't blame Peggy; she's spent so much time stealing manpower and resources from Stark and the government and whoever in an attempt to find you. He doesn't blame Steve; there's just no guarantee that if he had stayed in Brooklyn he would have been able to protect you.

Protect you.

Protect you from what?

There are a million and one scenarios in Bucky's head. Murderers. Nazis. Nightmares. All of them, nightmares. What happened to you? Where did you go?

…

2019, December

Bucky shakes his head. Something in him is putting the pieces together, informing his central nervous system to prepare for fight or flight. That something is deep down though, ignored. He crosses his arms over his chest and holds his breath.

"There are other cryo chambers… but they were damaged in the cave in, we figure. They're still trying to work out how they've been powered this long. There's all sorts of tech we've never seen. Tony's having a field day." Steve doesn't know he's rambling, getting side tracked.

"Wait. Stop. Go back. What do you mean lure people? What people?" Bucky asks, the questioning coming from that deep down something. He's trying to keep it buried, but it's bubbling, boiling.

Steve's eyes flick over to Sam, behind Bucky. It annoys Bucky, and the sharp intake of breath through his nose lets Steve know it.

Sam says, "Hydra, Buck. They told people they were like Stark… the first one, and Agent Carter… also the first one." Bucky swings his chair around. "They told people they were the good guys tryin' to make more Captain Americas… Regular people signed up."

Boiling. Bubbling.

Bucky can feel it rising. It's in his spine, climbing up the vertebra. It reaches the back of his neck, and goes cold. Prickly. Boiling. Hot. Now it's in his head and he can't get it out. He knows. The thought is right there, smack bang in the middle of his brain. He knows where you are.

He is up, the chair knocked over, before Sam and Steve can even begin to reach for him. Sam stays seated, knowing what usually spooks triggered soldiers. Steve stands, but stops when Bucky does. And, Bucky does stop himself from running, even though he wants to just fucking bolt. Instead, he's in the corner of the room, back to wall and head pounding. Steve is a couple steps away.

"We're transporting them now, to Wakanda. Shuri and Stark are our best bet at pulling them out alive," Steve says, hoping information will help. "We know who… who one of the men is. Nat is good at finding people…" When Bucky says nothing, does nothing, Steve continues. "And, ah, the other man is a John Doe… still seeing if…" There's no point. Steve gives up, drops to crouch in front of Bucky.

"It's her, Buck. It's Y/N… Don't know what the odds of that are…" he whispers.

"When you said she was too much like Steve, didn't think you meant turns up decades later frozen," Sam risks. Both Bucky and Steve look up at him. He shrugs. "I know this is a lot, man," he says to Bucky. "But this is good. At the very least, it's closure. You know where she is,"

"I know where she is," Bucky repeats, his voice so low is barely audible. He looks at Steve, blue eyes glossed over and so, so hurt. "I know where she is, Steve."

…

1940

"It's not going to stop, Buck," you say, the dread in your stomach sticky.

"Darlin'…"

"No! Don't 'darling' me. It's not going to stop and it's going to come here and they're going to send you to war."

The end of your sentence coincides with the end of the song. The record is silent, save for the crackling intermission. Music is always playing in the small apartment you share with Bucky and Steve. It keeps you all sane.

For only a second, you see the same dread you feel flash across Bucky's beautiful face. It's gone so fast though. He holds a hand out to you, and you feel compelled to take it. The next song begins.

"Y/N, I promise ya, everything is gonna be fine… And… And if war comes, and they make me go, I will come back. Can't get rid of me that easy,"

"You can't promise that,"

"I can do what I want. I'm a free man. Got a beautiful girl. Got my health. Got music," Bucky says, and he's not sure if he's trying to convince only you.

Bucky leads the slow dance, half singing along. The song is new, but it resonates. Whenever skies look grey to me, and trouble begins to brew… Whenever the winter winds become too strong, I concentrate on you.

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes,"

"I fuckin' love you too."

When fortune cries 'Nay! Nay!' to me, and people declare 'You're through!' Whenever the blues become my only song… I concentrate on you.

…

2020, January

Steve and Sam stand on a balcony and watch as Bucky crosses a field. He disappears into trees, his arrival prompting birds to squawk and fly away, disturbed at the loud intrusion.

"He used to go into those woods, when we hosted him," T'Challa says, appearing behind them. "It's where the White Wolf was born. The children heard a howling, but only a man would emerge."

The men return to the lab, debrief with Shuri and Tony.

"His cells weren't stable," Shuri says.

"He basically turned to soup," Tony adds.

"Who do we tell?" Sam asks. The room look to him, confused. "Don't we have to tell someone…? That we found a man… and turned him to-"

"Soup," Tony finishes. "Nobody cares what we do," he says too casually.

"Bucky cares," Steve corrects, harshly but not unnecessarily so. "This isn't a game, Tony. We don't know who he was, but we know the others. We know Y/N. We have to try harder."

…

2020, March

"He looks…" but Steve isn't sure how to describe the man sitting on the bed in the room in front of him.

On Steve's left is Sam, then Bucky. They both have their arms folded across their chests, stances identical. On Steve's right is Shuri, then Tony. All five of them are watching the man through a two-way mirror; he's not moved in an hour. He's barely moved all day.

"Like a zombie?" Sam suggests.

"At least he's not soup," Tony offers cheerfully.

"Go do your sad boy whispering," Shuri calls over to Sam, who shoots her a look.

"I'm not a damn therapist. You're the white boy fixer," he quips. They share a grin.

"There's nothing wrong though? He's brain is fried or anything?" Bucky asks, his tone serious and his gaze not moving from the man. The very alive man that represents more hope than he's ever had about anything. He's fucking terrified.

"Nothing wrong with his brain," Tony confirms. "Just needs to talk it out. Get some help." And with that, he walks from the room. Shuri follows, glancing at Bucky, hoping he's alright.

Team Cap stays quiet for a little longer, then Sam sighs and shakes out his arms and legs. "Alright. Well… That's it then. We can wake her up,"

"Not yet," Bucky says quickly.

Sam looks at Steve, who gives Bucky a sympathetic look.

"I'm not bringing her back if something's gonna happen… Not bringing her back yet."

Nobody argues.

Everybody will wait as long as Bucky needs.

…

2020, May

Never thought you would be standing here so close to me.

Noise cancelling headphones are one of Bucky's many favourite things about the future, about now. He can drown out the rest of the world. Of course, he'd never be as bold as to say digital was better than a crackling record, but fuuuuck, this sound is crystal clear.

There's so much I feel I should say, but words can wait until some other day.

Bucky holds vigil next to the cryo chamber you're still dead to the world in. He sits, headphones on, almost as still as you. He studies your face, proud that he hasn’t forgotten a single detail of you.

A tap on the shoulder startles him, he's up and in a defensive position in a split second. Steve doesn't know where Buck pulled the knife from, but he's not surprised to see it. Bucky relaxes, pushes his headphones off to sit around his neck.

"Will's been home a while, Buck. Regular check-ups. He's fine…"

Bucky doesn't reply, just sits back down and returns to watching you. Steve pulls up a chair next to him. He thinks that you look peaceful. He hopes, hopes to fucking God, that you were treated well.

When William came to and found his mind again, he was almost more shocked to hear the people that put him in the chamber were the bad guys than he was to hear it was 2020. "They were nothin' but gentlemen," he said, a thick Brooklyn accent straight from Steve and Bucky's past. He didn't recognise your picture though. "Ain't seen a single dame. Must've separated the ladies," he said with a shrug, then went back to fawning over Captain America.

Bucky didn't recognise the version of Hydra that William knew.

"Shuri says-"

"I know," Bucky interrupts. "She told me. More dangerous keepin' her like this… Just… one more day, okay?" Bucky puts his headphones back on before he gets an answer.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice. Then kiss me again.

…

2020, May, three days later

Your hand is warm in Bucky's. He rubs his thumb over your wrist, feeling your pulse. He knows where you are, and you are here.

Slowly, you wake. The first sign is your eyes opening, focusing on the bright room. Confusion is written all over your face. Then, as you move your head to the side, you see him. The confusion switches to recognition, but back to confusion just as quickly.

Bucky. It's Bucky. But he's... different. His hair is long, pulled into a bun on his head. Imagine what everyone will be saying about that! He's bigger too, more stocky. His clothes are strange and the look on his face is something you've not ever seen... It's not a look you've known on him or anybody else.

"Bucky?" you say, but your voice is dry and croaky. "What... What are you doing here?"

He sucks his lip in and you watch his eyes begin to water.

….

2021

"It's all so… loud…" you say, frowning in a way that shouldn't be cute to Bucky, but it definitely is.

"I know. But trust me on this one," Bucky promises, searching through his Spotify app.

"Does it have our song?"

When Bucky looks up at you, expression blank, you think he doesn't remember. Then, he speaks. "I… I haven't… haven't looked." He remembers. He remembers dancing with you in the kitchen, singing about grey skies and brewing trouble. Bucky hadn't let himself think about it. It was too heavy with foreshadowing and it was a moment too perfect to have let himself think of as real. "But… this one is from '45, so�� end of the war. And… ah, it's… You'll like it… Found it!"

You take the headphones being offered and carefully sit them on your head, still convinced you look ridiculous. How can everyone walk around with these giant things on their head? Then, the song starts. And, of course, Bucky's right; it isn't too loud or too fast. It's born of the same time as you.

It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this, my dear, since I can't remember when.

Bucky watches you listening. You watch him back.

You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you.

"Is this our song now?" you ask him.

"I listen to it a lot,"

"It's sad," you reply.

Bucky shrugs. "Nah, darling. It's a happy ending. Come 'ere." He pulls you into a hug, smothering you between his arms and hair and everything. He's a mess. He's been a mess for a while, apparently.

Worming your way back into fresh air, you look up at him. He's smiling, and it makes you smile.

"I love you," you tell him, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

So kiss me once. Then kiss me twice.

"I love you too."

He presses his forehead to yours and leans in, rubbing his nose along yours. It's painful, you know. While you were sleeping, Bucky had lived too many lives. You'd been missing him for a few months, he's been missing you for what felt like forever.

Bucky repeats himself. "I love you, so, so much."

His kisses taste the same.

Then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time.

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youarejesting · 3 years

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My fics in 2020

I am proud of this year. I worked hard until the end. 2020 was my year of finishing my stories. I have done so much and next year I want to do more. So keep an eye out Jester will take over.

Fandom(s): BTS, mentions of NCT, BLACKPINK, MONSTA X.

Networks:@btscreatorscorner @castlebangtan

Total Fics: 34

Total chapters: 404

Total Words: 565,587 Total vids and fake subs: 13

Best and Worst Title?

Best: ‘Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire’ and its sequel ‘Dance is the celebration of the flame’

Worst: The Check Up

Best and Worst first line?

Best: Yoongi never understood why people would say one's blood is important. (Mania)

Worst: It all started in Mykonos. (Steal my sunshine)

Best and Worst ending line?

Best: “I got you this pretty dress” Seokjin grinned showing you the dress before hugging you and giving your forehead a kiss, “Let’s go burn it” (Me & the ghost in number 23)

Worst: But all you got was a sharp-toothed smile. (Pandemonium)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected?

I think I wrote what I expected, but I think I could have definitely finished more. Which is a bit upsetting.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I don’t have limitations to my writing so nothing is deemed unpredictable.

I am however generally surprised by my love of throwing in twists and also gore, I love gore.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Wild space: it is strange because I am not particularly a fan of space and scifi, but I am really into writing world building things and having the ability to create a whole planet was amazing.