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eris-snow · 1 year
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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, jealousy, Band AU, drummer bakugou, Quirkless AU, fluff,
Drummer Bakugou would be hot as hell. Disclaimer: The song Good 4 u from Olivia Rodrigo is in here so all props to her for this song because I am incapable of writing a single note.
God, he pissed you off. Bakugou can be one hell of an asshole, anytime, anywhere. You blew out an irritated scoff as you fixate your eyes on the blinding lights glaring down on the stage, determined to find a way to make yourself go blind so that you could stop looking at that emotionally-exhausting human named Katsuki Bakugou.
Unfortunately, his aura made it practically impossible to ignore him.
Your band had picked him up about a week after you guys formed. Jiro said she knew a guy that could fill in your drummer's vacant spot. After all, you needed a percussionist. Bands couldn't last long without one.
So when an angry, explosive and loud blond was dragged into the rented-out studio the very next day, you were hesitant to believe that this was the man that was going to solve all your problems. He proved you wrong though.
"Why the hell do you want me in your stupid little band anyway?" He snarled, trying to pry off Kaminari's arm that was clamped around his shoulders. "Can't you just ask Icy Hot or something? I'm sure even Damn Deku learn how to do it if it meant helping you guys until you got a replacement!"
"But that person won't be you, Bakugou!" Kaminari moaned, determinedly and successfully getting the blond into the room with the help of Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu. "Please, man! You're the best there is close to campus! The school band won't even let us take anybody!"
"And I can see why!" The blond spat, still fighting the mass of limbs that blocked the door. "I didn't want to do this shit!"
You frowned from your spot, clicking the microphone to the stand as you folded your arms. "Are you sure about this?" You whispered to Jiro, who had her head cradled tightly in her hands. "Isn't he the one always getting the top marks on all the weekly tests the teachers give us? You sure he can play?"
Bakugou's neck jerked so hard that you thought he would get a whiplash. "Hah?" He stopped resisting, sharp eyes snapping to you. "The hell do you mean 'can I play?' I'm the best fucking person you'd find in this entire country!"
Tokoyami, Kaminari and Yaoyorozu slumped down in relief, winded.
You blinked, taken aback. Then, your lips curl into a sly smirk.
"Prove it."
He decimated any thoughts of getting another person the second he held those drumsticks.
Since those high school days, the 6 of you matured into a band that wrote and performed original music, posting it on any social media platform to let it gain traction.
Thankfully, with Jiro's parents being music producers, it was infinitely easier to learn what was in and find the direction your band was going in.
Even after years of performing, you were still a bundle of nerves before performing.
Not this time though.
Now, all could do was to remind yourself to stay calm, get into the zone, and channel all this irritation into your vocals to make your performance more realistic and impactful.
Your relationship with Bakugou would be described as...chaotic at best. As the main vocalist in the band, you were mostly in charge of the lyric writing and overseeing what was the chords and rhythm for each song.
Bakugou was the one who dwelled the most on each section to make sure your lyrics were nothing short of perfect.
There were times when it would be just the two of you in that studio, rehearsing and replaying original albums or favourite covers before the others came. Even if Bakugou and you would yell and glare at each other, both of you held begrudgingly respect for what each of you did.
Bakugou annihilated any competition for a drummer in your region, just like he said. And even though you never brag, Bakugou knows you have the confidence and lung capacity of a whale. Your technique was unquestionably better than Jiro's.
That's why Bakugou knew every habit and quirk you executed in or out of that studio. He'd gotten really good at observing especially you.
The way you would fidget when someone would tell you how amazing your singing was, obviously flustered. That incoherent laughter that you think sounds terrible but one that Bakugou absolutely adores because it enforces the genuinity of your reactions. The blond is proud to know that he has drawn that laughter out of you the most times out of all the people he's seen you interact with. The way your words can change from throat-ripping rasp to velvety smooth to fit any one of your songs.
Fuck, you're so clumsy and stupid and irritatingly mind-racking all the time, but he can feel his feelings slamming harder and harder against that bedrock wall of control he so desperately built to keep his mind clear.
You don't make it easy though.
Bakugou is obnoxious at times, and this was one of those occasions. There was a slip-up backstage, and he just wouldn't stop yelling. You get that he was angry, you were too, but this was one of the times to be professional and suck it up. You'd get to perform anyway, it was just a little hold-up because one of the lights stopped working. One of the male assistants even came up to you to offer you a drink in apology.
Still, Bakugou just had to make a scene.
He ripped gently took that beverage out of your hand and threw it away the second you got it. Snapping at you in his temper tantrum, lashing out a tired "whatever" as if he were a child. The nerve of this guy!
Control now, let loose later, you remind yourself behind those velvet black curtains. Ignoring the looks of concern from your bandmates and the pressing scowls of confusion Bakugou was giving you.
A practised smile frames your face as the curtains part, and that's when you were greeted by your ever-enthusiastic fans.
It's showtime.
Maybe your sneaky attempt at revenge went a little too overboard.
After all, almost half of the female fans of your band were always fangirling over the great Lord Explosion Murder that killed everyone with his music. You wanted to make him feel how you did for once, even in your own narcissistic way.
There's no way he'd like you anyway.
It was easy to get lost in the song you wrote about heartbreak, getting lost in the frenzy of emotions, the strumming of the electric guitar, the rhythm of the drums...
you could feel the music thriving in your bones today.
As you sang, you noticed a guy in the front row grinning so broadly that practically half his face was plastered with that smile. "I LOVE YOU Y/N!" You heard him shout, jumping along with the crowd as you transition into the bridge.
Maybe you just felt neglected with all the feelings bottled up at your throat with Bakugou. It's hard to say anything when you know it's not your place, after all. Maybe that's why you did what you did next.
Smiling alluringly, you lock eyes with that man in the crowd and sing.
"Maybe I'm too emotional
But your apathy's like a wound in salt
Maybe I'm too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all"
His eyes light up so bright that it almost makes you chuckle. It felt nice to be reciprocated for once.
At the back of the stage, Bakugou stares at you in utter confusion. What the hell did you think you were doing? He thought, finishing his section and letting you transition back into the chorus.
"Well, good for you
You look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask"
Twirling the drumstick between his fingers, he watches, stupefied, as you continue to blatantly flirt with the audience, looking so innocent even though Bakugou knows you know exactly what you're doing.
You smile at-some guy in the front row, the blond can't make the extra out-and-did you just wink at him?
Bakugou's nostrils flare, eyes burning with jealousy.
This was what he get for being an unceremonious idiot. Karma is having a field day today. He watched you flash that flirtatious smirk to that bastard one more time as he clicks his tongue and raises his drumsticks in the air.
Tch.
The symbols clang loudly under his aggressive playing style as he lets spiteful jealousy take over his actions. He strikes the drum harder than necessary, unable to do anything but express how he felt through his playing, and it certainly gets your attention because you just sing louder above his drumming.
Kaminari, stunned, racks up the volume as Tokoyami supports Bakugou's drumming, letting the vocals and the rhythm take charge with a hint of the main melody from Kaminari to tie the entire performance together.
The performance ends with you and Bakugou panting, having used so much energy up to prove a silent point to each other you both couldn't voice at the moment.
The crowd roars with applause. Jiro exhales in relief, grateful both of your childish reactions only fueled each other and didn't tear down the entire show. You all bow, and practically hurtle off the stage. Shit. Bakugou was not going to be happy.
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"What the hell were you doing back there?!" Bakugou growls collapsing on the couch as if dropping a dumbbell, vermillion eyes fixated on you in pure, raw fury. The minute you got of the stage, Bakugou had dragged you away from your bandmates and flung you into some random room to 'talk to you privately'. You right. He was fuming. "Flirting with the audience like that...are you begging to cause problems?"
"What's wrong with engaging the audience, hah?" You fire back, eyes lit aflame. "My pitch was perfect today!"
"And my rhythm has never been better!" Bakugou flings, eyes locked with yours as you glare each other down with searing stares. "But does that mean I make those fucking pretty eyes to anybody? I fucking don't!"
"Maybe it's because it's nice to reciprocate for once?" You yell without thinking, voice booming. "You don't even know who those lyrics are for, asshole! They were meant to be for you!"
Stunned silence enveloped the room. Bakugou recoils, taken aback...
"Run that by me again?"
Your eyes widen, only just realising your mistake. The red in your cheeks swelled from anger to embarrassment, bite dissolving the minute he called you out.
You messed up. "I-" You run an exasperated hand through your hair, sighing. "That song was for you, Bakugou. I was just fed up because you were acting all cranky before the performance started. And the fact that your fans have been vexingly clingy lately. it was just a mix of things that bothered me for a while now that blew up all at once."
Bakugou replays the lyrics in his head, realisation hitting him like a truck.
You like him.
He takes a bold step forward, closing the space between the two of you.
He likes you.
"Bakugou-?"
"Your fans," He leans in a hair away, breath tickling your face. "They piss the shit out of me too."
Your breath hitches. Was he really-?
"You gonna leave me hanging or what?" Bakugou grumbles, the fury in his eyes seeping out to make way for a softness you're not used to seeing.
You close the gap between you two.
Bonus Part:
When Kaminari sees the both of you come back with joint hands, he immediately pumps his fists and high-fives Tokoyami. "Finally," He groans, "you've been dancing around each other for years now. I thought you would never get together!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP DUNCE FACE!"
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padfootastic · 7 months
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Okay so I entered the HP fandom like 7 years ago and I found your amazing blog about 2 days ago and can I just say that I love your amazing takes so much.
And what’s interesting to me is that the way you ‘headcanon’ (read: actual hp canon) Sirius and Harry’s relationship is literally how I’ve been envisioning Harry and Teddy’s relationship for almost a decade.
Like you can pry Harry loving Teddy more than anyone (even more than Ron and Hermione) from the moment he meets him from my cold dead hands - that adorable baby was my boy’s salvation/only source of light when he was surrounded by the darkness of the war and his own inner demons and I will die on this hill.
omg hi!! i’m so glad ur here and thank u sm for being so kind <3333 i’m just making lil castles in my sandbox here haha
okay but that parallel is so fascinating bc i don’t usually think of it that way. like, don’t get me wrong, i utterly adore teddy and harry’s relationship and everything the former symbolises for the latter, and there’s so many amazing fics (esp on ffn!) thatve got me on the verge of tears. but like. s&h occupy a very unique space in my brain and i’ve never thought ab it that way haha
but! i fully totally agree w you that teddy was a postwar harry’s only source of salvation. the second that baby opened his eyes and smiled up at his godfather, harry was gone. decimated. destroyed and rebuilt in a single second. i think, as someone who’d just recently walked to his death and also defeated someone central to his life, he would’ve been in desperate need of a reason to keep living. to get out. bed. and teddy is that reason. i can imagine him being the only way harry even shows any emotion in those days after the war.
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the-last-ghost · 10 months
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Well, too long of a hiatus from me I think. For those of you following the story, I present to you Part 9! As always, please let me know if you have any questions, comments, or concerns! I always appreciate the feedback and am glad to back back in this myself!
Part 9
             “Commander, we are expecting the Terrans and their escort to enter the sector within the hour. They claim that weapons cannot and will not be stowed due to a pending external threat. Although, they are vague on what exactly it is.” Commander Mash’tola greats this news with an agitated grunt. “How do they expect this meeting to go if they will not enter our system peacefully?” He mutters to himself. “Have any of our other scouts or relays picked up anything on radar? I want our survey team scanning every possible frequency and patrols running around the clock. If there is something out there that has these Terrans on edge, then I need to know about it!” The Commander barks out across the command bay. “Commander, Sir, Krii’utz is claiming that the Terrans will allow us to conduct any ship boarding procedures that we deem necessary in an attempt to alleviate the concerns about them maintaining their weapon systems operable.” The news is relayed out loud and the room quiets; boarding a Terran warship peacefully, there are no protocols for any of this. “Very well,” the Commander says, “We will have them hold high anchor around the station and I shall get to work establishing a boarding crew to meet them. Transmit the co-ordinates and authorization codes for their clearance to anchor and make sure that the orbit is cleared, we don’t want to send the wrong message, now do we?” With that, the Commander strides off, no doubt thinking of the best team to assemble for the task ahead.
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           “That was artillery-” The sounds of gunfire cut over the voice. “Did anyone see the shot? How did they-” The noise fades out again as I struggle to move. “Rheys, we need to move, now!” I hear the voice call out and suddenly feel myself getting dragged away. A shot zips past me and it’s almost as if it is moving in slow motion; the adrenaline and augmentations working on overdrive to keep me conscious do that sometime. I watch as the round misses my head by mere inches and impacts the remains of the Pod next to me. “I can’t move Corporal,” I say to Collins, my number two, “Set me down here and go do what needs to be done.” I struggle to get the words out as the pain finally overtakes the meds flooding my body. “Effective immediately, you have field command Corporal. Now go!” With that, Collins takes a hard look at me before bounding off to assess the situation.
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           “Shit! Rheys and her squad need our support now! Someone find me that artillery!” Rhodes calls out over the comm link. “Corporal Micha, permission to engage? Obsidian is going to be torn to shreds at this rate!” I can only hope that Toki heard the blast and can convince Sergeant Amanto to bring the rest of the squad; if we engage, it will be a blood bath for us the moment they realize where we are. “Spot targets only at this time. Find out everything we can about where they are and when the rest of our squad gets here, we will engage.” I call back to Rhodes, knowing that he isn’t going to like that answer but trusting him to listen. Minutes pass that feel like hours as our team swiftly calls out and marks targets, verifies range and wind, priorities, and tries to hunt down the elusive artillery piece that just decimated Rheys’ Pod. “There’s no possible way that the gun is inside the town. Based on that explosion, it has to have been from a vehicle-based platform. We would have seen that fire if it was here…” Sanders mutters to Rhodes, “Besides, you know how big of a piece they would need to field to do that kind of damage to one of our Pods.” Rhodes nods in agreement. “I hear you there, Sanders. So if it can’t be in the town, then were would it be?” They open up the holo-map from their initial scans of the area that allows them to view their immediate surroundings in a 3-D map. “We’re here,” Rhodes says, making a small dot appear on the map. “This is Obsidian, the town, and the roads…” More markings appear on the map as he continues on. “Now the shot hit here and came down high enough and fast enough that we couldn’t even see it, only hear it. These mountains play hell on any form of long-range comms that aren’t relayed via satellite, and we know we have cleared orbit by now, which means…” He starts to trail off, trying to think of every possibility. Rhodes is like that when it comes to his team; 110% all the time. “Rhodes,” I say, breaking his thoughts for a moment, “If they are using old school LOS tech, then they have to have a relay tower in the town and a matching one somewhere in the hills here nearby. If not, then they would be sending a runner out, but no one has left the town. I highly doubt they have cables buried in the rocks here either, so I say we try and find a relay in town and try to bring it down.” Rhodes is great at thinking through every possible option, but I’ve found that the simplest answer is usually right. “Very good idea, get that plan relayed back. The faster we find that tower, the faster we can shut down their artillery support; even if it just temporarily.” With that, I put the word out to the rest of the team, and it then becomes a race to ID every antenna we can find and try and guess which one could be it.
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           “Send word to command, we are moving to support Obsidian. They are taking heavy fire and reports state the enemy has some form of heavy artillery zeroed on their location. Use my authorization code and request any available air assets they can spare.” Sergeant Amanto calls over the net after receiving the disturbing news from Private Toki. We all heard the explosion from here and assumed the worst. Even Toki is unsure exactly what the blast could have been, but he has called in enough ordinance to be able to recognize it by now; so I trust his judgment. “Toki, you have point, take us to your team now.” With that, mount orders are issued, gear is stowed, weapons readied, and within minutes we are all prepped to move. “When we get there, you all know what to do. They have no idea we are here, so we need to make our first shot count; we might not get another.” Amanto calls out to the squad and we begin to move swiftly to support our scout team.
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           “There! That has to be it!” A voice calls over the net. “That is the only tower that I can tell is more reinforced than the others.” We all pan over to follow one of the spotters from the reinforcements that the Sergeant brought to our aid. After being briefed, they all went to work, silently and surgically scanning every wire, antenna, or dish that they could find. “How sure are you? Once we take a shot, we will be in the fight for good.” Amanto asks over the comm net. “Positive Sergeant; based on the scans from the scouts, it is the most likely building to house a relay and maintain a strong enough LOS to transmit on. It has to be that tower.” The logic is sound, but we can all hear the hidden uncertainty behind it. None of this was supposed to even be here, hell, none of it was here a few days ago. Now we are taking a leap of faith on this almost guess-work information and hoping we can help save Obsidian. “Very well then.” Sergeant Amanto signals to our heavy weapons team that is carrying our minimal supply of rockets. “You have your objective, fire when ready. Everyone else, mark your targets and engage on their shot. Good luck all.” Seconds pass as the rocket team preps, knowing that they cannot afford to miss, while also knowing they are pushing the limits of their effective range. They are very seldom used in our line of work and frankly, they are highly outdated pieces of equipment; just a reinforced plastic tube that can contain the blast from the rocket; no guidance, minimal optics, but reusable so they’re worth maintaining… I guess. Settling in behind my scope, I line up on an enemy rifleman taking pot shots at Pod 3. A flick kicks off the safety and then a loud bang as the smell of exhaust fills the air; we all watch for a heart-wrenching moment as the rocket spirals through the air. “Come on, stabilize…Stabilize…” I can hear the rocket crew muttering over comms. Seconds into the launch, halfway to the target and it is still in a spiral and we hear Sergeant Amanto issue the order to fire, not even waiting to see if the rocket hits its mark. As one, the whole squad opens up on their designated targets, and dozens of the enemy are cut down immediately, caught unaware by our ambush. Suddenly we hear a cracking sound as the building supporting the relay starts to collapse, while a fireball engulfs it all. “Sorry Sergeant, looks like I hit the building, not the tower. But if that’s their comms building, then I think it will be just as effective.” The rocket team jokes over the radio, clearly relieved to have had some form of positive impact. “Right then, all troops, give them hell!” Amanto calls out and our rate of fire picks up as we start to drop more of the enemy. I just hope we actually were able to stop their comms to the artillery; we still do not know where it could be.
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           Almost as if from nowhere, a single rocket streaks through the sky and destroys a building in the rear of the town. Before anyone can react, heavy and sustained fire opens up from the ridgeline on our flank, tearing into the enemy in the town. I grab Varsa and we use the confusion to clear the gap to Sergeant Rheys’ Pod and get waved over by Corporal Collins, her number two. “Corporal Mara sent us to assist!” I yelled out as we both slid into cover behind the remains of Pod-1. “I need one of you there to help with cover fire, the other come with me. We need to get the rest of the squad cleared from this rubble!” Varsa bounds to the cover that Collins mentioned and starts sending suppressing fire as I make my way after the Corporal. Once inside what is left of the Pod, I can clearly see just how bad they were hit. Blood is everywhere and smoke fills the air around us; just then Doc Evans stumbles out of the haze, with one of his corpsman not far behind. Docs ears are bleeding but otherwise he seems okay. “Where is she?” He calls out to Corporal Collins, worry streaked across his face. “Please tell me she made it…” He looks around, wild eyed with shock. “The Sergeant is okay Doc, she’s on the other side of this wall but she needs your help. It’s bad…” He trails off, seeing that Doc clearly isn’t hearing him. He turns to me and tells me to guide him to Sergeant Rheys and to assist him however I can. “On it Corporal!” I take Doc by the arm and lead him and the corpsman to where Collins said and almost throw up when I see the state of Sergeant Rheys. She was sitting up against the hull, covered in matted blood, legs bent the wrong way, and her stomach split wide open. When she turned her head to look at me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. How she was still alive from that, I couldn’t begin to guess. “Don’t worry kid,” she says softly, her voice just audible over the fighting. “It will take a lot more than this to put me down. We’re Terran, we don’t get to die this easily.”
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daze4all · 5 months
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Genshin Characters as a Librarian 
Imagine:
What would they recommend/read  & how/what would they read to kids during story time? Zhongli, Ayato, Scaramouche, Itto, Al Haithem
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Zhongli as a Librarian
He would look good in reading glasses and I think might need them
Probably know where any book you want and would know obscure and antique novels 
He would probably take care of delicate antique books like a curator or book binder 
Cpudl see him working in one of the big national libraries 
Recommends: The Sound & The Fury 
Recommends history books or historical fiction probably very difficult or long books 
-He’s probably be good at serious book readings such great exceptions history reading its his deep serious voice. 
However, I find it funny to imagine him being in the kiddie corner reading to kids with his deep voice kind of like a kinda like dad or grandpa that is not sure whether to be serious or funny with it. 
Probably more serious or classic kids books like Peter Pan 
Scaramouche as a Librarian
Recommends: Tokyo Ghoul 
As a librarian is rude but when pressed about books to recommend  jerks a thumb at the manga section where he had written scathing descriptions about manga series. 
Such as for Tokyo Ghoul: “Dumb guy asks red flag girl on dinner date that clearly goes wrong when he is the dinner” 
In a modern AU the type to work at at a local bookstore or barnes & nobles for part time work cuz he has too for an allowance or soothing 
Reading to Kid’s :  
If he was forced to read to kids he would be annoyed at first but get really into it 
He definitely be the type to enunciate “BAM” & “POW” sound effects to startle the kids to his amusement.
Also would kill it on creepy Halloween stories. 
Ayato as a Librarian 
Would recommend:  Great expectations 
Fine literature like great exceptions as he is cultured like that but also thrillers due to the surprise aspect and twists
Reading To kids:
Reading to Kid’s: I think he’d add in his own surprise lines to make the stories fun and see if any kids would catch him in his lie.  Or reading he more fantastical whimsical unexpected children books like Roald Dahl Matilda or James & the giant peach, 
He would also be good at is as he had Ayaka as a sister and could see him getting her into books and vice versa. 
“And then the very hungry caterpillar ate a Moose “ 
Umm mrs kamisato that’s not possible 
Itto 
Books to Recommend: One Piece 
Definitely also a manga reader and might get excited recommending should mana but maybe just the fight scenes 
He’d recommend One piece like “ Then this green hair dude goes SLASH with his sword and stretchy boy that STREECH his body to shoot a cannonball back at a rival ship” 
Volunteers for fun at local library 
Itto reading to Kids during Storytime. 
Would be so into reading to kids & has big kid energy himself and will get excited while reading and find himself commenting on the story 
Also voices out eh sound effect or act them out like the cannon went “BAM” and slamming his fist on bookcase causing the books to topple out of the bookcase “oops, I’ll clean that u hehe”
Be reading simple kids books maybe Clifford the big red Dog 
Al Haitham 
Recommends: Sherlock Holme Book’s
He would recommend and  read academic papers philosophy, Plato or Socrates for fun I feel like. 
Or mystery’s where you have to guess the killer using logic like Sherlock Holmes 
Also be the type to know the dewey decimal system and know where everything is and be annoyed when people cannot find books.
the type of librarian who’d work best in a college library not a public one 
Reading to Kids for Storytime: 
I get the feeling he would rather not read to kids as he is not a kid person but if he is doing it he will do it right and so that they learn something 
He would maybe correct the kid’s pronunciations of words if they get it wrong
He would choose an educational book that has a logic puzzle or to learn a new language like Spanish lol since he came from haravatat the school about languages 
Inspired by:
I had random nostalgia for the library and how we would do story time as kids when I heard they still do it at some libraries had to write this plus love books
I really like the voice acting of Genshin characters and have err simped more below 
Sometimes after writing yandere stuff I just need some fluff about sweet soft bois.
Side Note on Voice Actors: 
I bet as voice actors any of these characters can probably pull off story time with a variety of voices.
I find it funny I can recognize certain voice actors such as Zhongli or Aether as their voices are so iconic and pervasive in other works. 
I think Voice actors are either really good for their unique voice or the variety in how they can change their voice. 
Honestly, the voice actors in Genshin are so talented and really put work into their characters. 
I find it great that we are developing a community of good English voice actors 
(Also not my UID someone elses screenshot )
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justaghostingon · 1 year
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How to Woo a Pauper through Bar Hoping, a Guide by Prince Lan Wangji
It all starts when the wen kingdom overthrows the jiang kingdom, decimating its population and killing the royal family. Refugees are pouring into the infamously isolationsit and neutral Lan Kingdom
Lan Quiren says to leave them alone, that pretending they don’t know they are there is the best way to help them and maintain their neutrality, but lan Wangji wants to check in on the refugees and see how he can offer his aid, so he goes in disguise
It is here, in disguise, that he meets wei Wuxian, who is trying to cheer up his depressed siblings with some good oldfashioned bar hopping while they sample the famous emperors smile
Wei wuxian takes a liking to Lan Wangji, who introduces himself as “lan zhan” and his stiff, awkward and so easy to tease manner, and offers him a drink
Lan zhan can’t find a reason to refuse without looking suspicious, so he takes it
And wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache, dressed in wei wuxian’d outter robe
Panicking, lan zhan goes back the next night to find wei wuxian, present him the cleaned robe, and ask what happened. But wei wuxian refuses to reveal it until after lan zhan comes bar hopping with him
Lan zhan ends up following wei wuxian the whole night, resulting in wei wuxian getting so drunk he admits some of what happened to him and the jiangs, and how helpless he feels
Lan zhan resolves privately to further help the refugees, amd gently takes wei ying home and into the welcome arms of his shijie
Lan zhan goes to ask his brother to help him organize a way to help put an end to the wen once and for all, only to realize when he finishes in all the revelations of last night he forgot to ask what happened when he was drunk, so he has to go back the next night
Only to be stopped by shijie, who tells him how greatful she is that he’s there to watch wei wuxian, and how worried she is he’ll get himself killed without someone with eyes on him, he took the distruction of the jiangs reall hard
He hasn’t opened up to anyone like he’s opened up to u! She goes, with her big sistee smile
Now lan zhan is stuck, because there is no way he can’t live up to that very clear expectation placed upon him by this stranger he doesn’t know. She’s to sisterly to refuse
Thus lan wangji becomes wei Wuxian’s bar hopping partner, keeping him safe and gettinf him home
Now wei ying sees this, sees lan zhan always coming to the bars with him, and comes to the logical conflusion: lan zhan wants to increase his alcohol tolerance!
He can help with that!
So he tries to teach lan zhan how to drink to dizasterous results
To this day no one has ever been able to recapture that flock of flamingos he set free to “make yhr sky pretty for wei ying”
Jiang cheng looks on this and sees a very different situation. He thinks lan zhan is courting wei ying
And they might be disgraced royalty living in a hovel, but they’ve still got their pride! No yumengjaing is going to be disgraced by a man who won’t even be seen with them in daylight!
He says as much to lan zhan, who, worried wei ying thinks he’s ashamed of him, invites all the jiangs to a fancy upscale restaurant to prove he really does care about them
Unfortunately it turns out to be the same restaurant his brother is meeting with the represenatives of other nations to form the sunshot campaign to take down the wen
Now lan xhan must dodge his brother (who will absolutely get the wrong idea)
After a few close calls it seems like they’re out of the woods, when jin zixuan shows up
Jin zixuan takes on look at lan zhan eating with jiang yanli (who he’d thought was dead!) and comes over to yell at him for being a fiance steeler
Jiang cheng and wei wuxian angrily jump to their feet to point out he dumped her first, she owes him nothing
And “lan xhan’s a better fiance than you’d ever hope to be!” Wei ying says, right as lan xichen rounds the corner
To see his brother with a beautiful young maid, and wasn’t that jin zixuan’s ex fiance, and happily exclaims “lan zhan u found someone!”
Jin zixuan proceeds to bitch at lan xichen about this, who happily offers to take the whole thing to Uncle
So they go to the palace
Lan Wangji tries to come clean to his uncle over what’s going on, but the rumors traveled faster than them, and lan Qurien is furious that his nephew would try to back out of an engagement
And after getting her pregant too! (The rumors grew a lot)
Lan zhan is so horrified he doesn’t know what to say fortunately shijie steps up to point out “It was not me, it was wei ying”
Wei ying is pregnant?” Jin zixuan shouts
“It’s truely unjust” jiang yanli sniffs, not about to let a chance to secure them a better future go untaken, “to bespoil my sweet brother and not marry him, we as his family called him to make his case to us, and to demand resperations”
“Shijie!” Wei ying shrieks, throwinf himself in front of lan zhan. “Lan zhan would never! He’s to good!” Looking to the onlookers like a man defendjng his lover
“I will take responsiblity” goes lan zhan gravely
Excellent! Cries lan xichen “welcome to the royal family!”
Thank you- wait did u say royal?
And that is how lan wangji ended up married to thr love of his life, started an alliance, and saved the world, all from bar hopping
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dootiexcupcake · 1 year
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Test Your Might !
Pairing: Sunoo x fem!reader [shao kahn player!Sunoo x Jade player!reader💀]
tags: gamer!sunoo, gamer!reader, fluff, first meetings, bullet point fic, mortal kombat players, two nerds in loveeee, bad attempts at flirting cuz i'm corny
Warnings: reader is a bit dumb when it comes to online safety but for the most part, none (let me know if i am perhaps missing something tho!)
A/N: i think it is extremely important to state that i have never played a single game of MK in my life💀💀💀. I just like reading/watching cutscene movies of the lore, gameplay, and characters. So if smth is wrong...thats why loool.
TL;DR OP is using this as a way to mix her two hyperfixiations into one thing
• you're a Jade main who, although is not considered a "professional gamer", can handle yourself pretty well in an online match
• after going thru several players and mopping the floor with them you match up with a Shao Kahn player
• username: "handsome_starr"
• "cheesy" you cant help but chuckle at the name and assume this to be a easy fight against someone who isn't above the age of 10
• as soon as the round starts you're immediately backed into a corner by a barrage of combo attacks from the other player
• suddenly straightening up in your seat your grip on the controller gets tighter as your health gets lower and lower with each brutal attack of the heavy weights hammer
• you finally got yourself grounded enough to land a few critical hits to him but it wasn't enough to save you. and before you know it, you hear those familiar words
• "finish her!"
• you feel your nose twitch in irritation as the player throws in a taunt at the end of the 1st round
• "How disappointing." Shao Kahn wags a finger in front of him as the 2nd round begins
• usually you would roll your eyes at the use of the taunt, but with this particular player...
• you welcome the challenge
• the second round begins and once again "handsome_starr" releases a flurry of attacks that leaves you in the corner completly at his mercy
• dont get it wrong, you have played as shao kahn before. you know his combos, fatalities, general move set, etc. you're no stranger to the character.
• but the way this player managed to move this heavy character around so swiftly was something you couldn't wrap your head around
• thankfully you've wised up by now, so you dodge Jade out of the way before Shao Kahn lands a devastating blow with his war hammer
• the match ends with "starr" getting the victory, much to your dismay
• naturally, you rematch with the player and you two go at it for way longer than you both realize
• after the 3rd or 4th rematch you get a notification at the top left corner of your TV screen
• "handsome_starr sent you a friend request"
• you exit out of the game momentarily and accept the pending request
• as soon as the action goes through you receive a message from your new friend
• "gg"
• short, sweet, and to the point. nice
• "u 2" you reply
• "I like ur play style w/ Jade. its cool !"
• your mouth curled up into a smirk, pride swelling up in your chest at the compliment. you decided to return the favor to him and give him some very much needed credit as well
• "thx. ur rly rly good w/ shao k."
• time once again slips past you two as you talk over the system chatroom for what seems like mere minuets. But when you glance at the display clock on screen it shows that a few hours have passed
• how you both managed to type for such a long time using game controllers is beyond anyone
• this quickly becomes a thing between you guys
• you power on your console, play some games, get a notif from starr asking to play MK11, then go back and forth in the mobile chatroom (you learned from last time)
• you also learned that starr isnt just an amazing shao kahn player but he's an even better spawn player too
• one day while the two of you are chatting after a particularly good match (you decimated him in all 3 matches. props to you being a quick learner and spotting his patterns) starr ask a question you weren't quite expecting
• "socials?"
• you stared at the screen for a second as you realized what starr meant by that. why did you never think of this before?
• you thought about every middle school online safety video you were shown as a kid
• well...starr doesn't seem like a murderer who will stalk you so..
• "ya, heres my ig:"
•was it stupid to give your personal social media account to someone you've only known for a few months? yeah
• was it even more stupid if you also didn't even know the guys first name?...yeh
• but you didn't get much time to think through all the logic behind your reasonings as you accepted his follow request
• you were absolutely baffled as you saw pictures of who you assume is starr
• how is it possible that this is the same person who mains such brash and gruesome characters? starr looks so...much different than you imagined
• to be honest, you weren't exactly sure what to expect
• but the first thing that came to your mind when you imagined a shao kahn and spawn player was definitely not the cute and seemingly innocent face of the male smiling in these photos displayed in front of you
• it was a good different though!
• a very good different...
• starr sends you a dm through instagram while you were looking through his page
• "ur name is y/n?"
• "ya thats me" you mentally facepalm when you realize you didn't even check to find his real name.
• you look at his profile again and read his bio
• "kim sunoo?"
• "yup thats me ^^ " comes the reply from the other end
• starr..well, sunoo always used little emojis at the end of his sentences when you guys would speak but, you're not sure why it comes off as so cute this time around..
• you shake the thought off as soon as it comes, 'really? falling for the guy as soon as you see a picture of him? you're better than that y/n!' you mentally scold yourself as you try to get your senses together
• sunoo send a picture of you in chat, which confused you but also brung on a small pang of anxiety.
• "this is you??"
• you swallowed down harshly and replied back with confirmation
• "woah..ur rly pretty :o "
• you wanted to throw your phone out of your window and never talk to sunoo ever again
• you felt your whole body heat up at the unexpected compliment and hid your goofy smile from no one in your empty room
• "thx. ur not too bad yourself haha"
• "oh thanks, that means a lot coming from you ~"
• huh, you give a guy your ig page and he suddenly takes a flirty 180
• "dude ur cute ! dont even try it lol"
• "haha 😅"
• sunoo sends another picture of you in chat, but luckily your heart doesnt beat as nervously this time around
• "woa! you cosplay!?"
• ah, how could you forget about that post
• you were at a convention posing dramatically as one of your favorite characters
• "lol yeah i dont do it *all* the time but since i was attending that con i decided to go all out, ya know?"
• "wow! as if you couldn't get any cuter.."
• you huffed out a laugh through your nose and shook your head at his message
• "heh, ur down bad sunoo"
• of course you were too. but sunoo did NOT need to know that...
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haylzcyon · 11 months
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Hayley, let's chose some violence today:
9, 12, 22, 25!
Oh PLEASE OKAY I have things to say.
9. worst part of canon - I don't think it'll be a surprise to anyone that I'm going to say it's the absolute bs wringer they put Whiskey through. His character arc made no sense and bringing it ALL up in the final act was messy and lazy. My man is *complicated* and has his demons but deserved so much more out of that role. But I gotta admit the fact that he is canonically hamburger is kind of hilarious. C'mere burger boy lemme make things right for u.
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them - I think I've been lucky enough to curate my experience here in fandom well enough that I don't even see people talking shit about my babies, but I think I'm going with Jack again. I know that the canon decimation of his character has a lot to do with this, & that he has a decent following still (especially in our smaller circle) but I think some of the poor characterization for him in fic has turned a lot of people off him as well. When he gets written as an asshole womanizer who only says cheesy shit and never touches on how intelligent, introspective, determined and capable he is? Like yeah, it's going to be hard to learn to love him like he deserves. As much as I dislike how it ended for him in canon, the man who carried the weight of the loss of his wife and unborn child for half his life is not unfeeling, and the fact that he kept his plans a secret from anyone around him shows that he is smart and ruthless and willing to do what he feels he has to in order to do what's "right" (even if he's kind of wrong). Idk I just love him a lot and we're allowed to take those traits and expand and interpret them CORRECTLY and savor this sweet cowboy all we want.
22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores - oooo this is kind of a hard one! And maybe it's because of my curated experience here again because I don't feel like many good parts of canon are completely ignored by good writers. But if I were to pick something I wish we talked about more? Marcus Pike as a bass musician. I'm not sure I have anything more intelligent and not carnal to say about it. Just- he's good with his fingers, okay?
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing - Recently, as weird as this is, i've seen people whining about not having enough age gap fics for characters like Joel. And like, I'm sorry, but as a 26 year old who would absolutely be considered an age gap for pretty much any Pedro character - we don't need more of that. There is A LOT out there already, and personally I don't swoon over it anyway. It's fic, and I would ANY DAY rather imagine myself as a kickass older girlie who can relate to and take care of my fictional man as much as he can me. That is a personal preference and I don't knock anyone for preferring age gaps but please, do NOT act like that's the only good type of pairing/dynamic.
🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥
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sunshinezei · 6 months
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i start uni again tomorrow
mourning </3 (omg just realized kinda pun on morning i didnt mean it like that lmaooo)
last day of vacation (i did nothing it is a blur of me struggling with my depression which makes this worse <3)
but it can be better
things seem to be getting better (externally i mean not me i still feel like putting my head down on a desk and falling asleep for a long time i'll work on myself the next time i get the chance to)
idk the days keep coming i have to keep doing all this anyway
i might as well try to make it the least miserable difficult time for me since hey why is every other moment like that it's tiring and the will to live just gets decimated every few days it's kinda alot
anyway good morning let's have a good day
dude it's so cold rn
also did not post much yesterday but that is bc like the moment after i woke up i tried to study calculus then had to get up and abandon that <3 bc i had to go help my sister with a cell model she had to make
which we had no supplies for so i went down to storage bc i remembered we had foam and boxes from packages
got that stuff then started on it with my sister but she couldn't rly do much bc the supplies were so ? i was sitting there creating things
watching the rest of the first moist critikal mk1 stream which i didn't know he didn't finish the game in (didn't know how long the game is but i love that) so i found and started the next stream recording then started getting confused bc the characters?? and i couldn't focus on the game or model so i'll just watch it some other time anyway
like we needed something circular for the nucleolus right
no circular thing
so i modified the entire original idea of the model and glued pieces of foam on top of each other and tried to cut it into the shape
probably looks horrible but it got done and that's what matters
we genuinely don't have supplies for this stuff
i opened this paint set i had so we could use it and tell me why we went through half the tubes??? (never used this paint lmao my fear of ruining / using up things getting me again)
there were pieces of cardboard on me, glue, paint i showered after i finished the thing and my sister labelled the model
probably horrendous but it looks a bit better in real life bc i worked rly hard on the fucking cell wall and shape of the cell
pulled up reciepts like microscope images to show my sister how the cells look in real life bc she kept going that's not red tho!! and i was like ?? it's not green in real life like it is in ur book bro they did that to distinguish them
she was interested and she kept asking me questions so i'm glad i could help
sometime along this after i explained i think meiosis she said 'you should become a teacher' which i'm gonna take as a sign hopefully she understood what i was trying to say bc bro the memory problems have me by the throat tell me why i'd start explaining something then halfway through i'm confused? i'm like wait idk actually - huh????
so at some point i stopped explaining bc i didn't want to risk giving her wrong information
but i did explain to her ribosomes and protein synthesis in the cell (very basically and quickly bc she can focus better when whatever you're saying is like 2 sentences)
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then after i showered i microwaved my tea from the morning and drank it and slept
it was warm and apart from tumblr and my sister asking me abt bio - it made my day (i worded this weird all those made my day)
it started raining around like the time our parents went to sleep so i asked my siblings if they wanted hot chocolate and we made some (for them i just microwaved my tea - also clarification it's like relaxing tea)
i think i've been sleeping better bc of it - anyway
alright i believe in u u got this
let's go have a day or whatever
go team
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rubbcrhosemoved · 6 months
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"P U L L." Armed with a simple shotgun, Fizzarolli lifts it and takes aim. On the sidelines stands Robo Fizz, grabbing a small 'clay pigeon' as he's learned they're called. It was a little round disc made from ground limestone and bound together with petroleum pitch. To him it looked almost like a frisbee. He twists and winds his arm up then flings it in the air. Fizzarolli follows the disc with his shotgun and shoots it out of the sky with ease.
"S I N C E when did you get into guns n' shit? Didn't you used to hate them?" The robotic ruler settles his hands on his hips, a small pensive frown forming on his lips. Fizzarolli had been acting off, not his usual self and it was starting to worry him. It was one thing for him to have completely decimated Mammon's piano but now the sudden interest in guns?
"I dunno. Does it matter?"
"W E L L noooo. Just... Seems a li'l outta nowhere is all."
F I Z Z A R O L L I points the gun in Robo Fizz's direction and smiles. "There's nothin' wrong with pickin' up new hobbies now is there." Robo Fizz shakes his head. "Good. Now, toss up another one. I think I'm gettin' the hang of this." With a small sigh the robotic ruler does as he's told and tosses up another disc, it getting shot down almost instantaneously. This still didn't seem right.
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can u give a summary about the whole Raven liking Elysia saga? i feel like i've missed some details
I can do better! Chapter 2 transcripts under the cut.
You'll see more in chapter 3, but it's main story, so I'll leave you to experience it.
EDIT: no clue why but the formatting got super weird
About MANTIS (1)
Elysia: Hi, Mei, I’ve been waiting for you.
Mei: ...I feel this has happened a lot of times before. What is it?
Elysia: Hmm… Have you been hanging out with a girl lately?
Mei: A girl?
Elysia: I only caught a glimpse… a bit shorter than you but more mature… also very cute… World Serpent agent too?
Mei: You mean Raven? Yes.
Elysia: Can you introduce her to me?
Mei: …
Elysia: Come on, we’re good friends now and you’ve met all my friends…
Elysia: So it’s only fair that I get to know your friends too.
Elysia: Of course, we’re still besties and that’s not gonna change.
Mei: All World Serpent agents are baptized here. If you’re interested, why didn’t you come to her earlier?
Elysia: Ah, now I remember. No wonder she looks familiar. The last time she was here, she was always in her cloak.
Elysia: Ah, she came to see you. I won’t disturb you two, but do introduce me next time, alright?
Raven: Who was that?
Mei: ...You’ve never met her? That’s Elysia, the 2nd Flame-Chaser.
Raven: Elysia? That was her?
Mei: Something wrong?
Raven: ...Nothing. I read about her records, but never met her in the Elysian Realm.
Raven: I never thought she’d be such a charming young girl.
Mei: ...I think you’ll get along with her just fine.
Mei: So I guess you didn’t meet all the Flame-Chasers then?
Raven: No one has.
Raven: According to Gray Serpent, those who came before only met seven of them at most.
Raven: You haven’t met all of them, have you?
Mei: Not yet, but I believe it’s just a matter of time.
Raven: ...Right, you’re not like us.
Mei: How many did you meet?
Raven: Me? Just Gold, Setsuna, Deliverance, and Infinity.
Mei: And Decimation too, right? The masked man you told me about.
Raven: ...If I could, I would remove him from my memory.
Mei: ...Same here.
About Elysia (1)
Mei: I think it’s odd that you haven’t met Elysia yet.
Raven: Why?
Mei: I think you two are similar in some ways… It’s hard to tell exactly why, it’s just a feeling I get.
Raven: ...I’ll take that as a compliment.
Raven: Speaking of which, it seems you have a good relationship with her.
Mei: It’s not like you imagine.
Raven: Really? I often see you two chatting, and it seems she really cares about you. Is it because you’re a Herrscher?
Mei: ...I’ve asked her the same question.
Raven: And? What did she say?
Mei: …
Raven: What, you don’t want to tell me?
Mei: No… It’s just that her answer… uh… well…
Mei: She said it was because I was pretty.
Raven: ...What?
Mei: It’s obvious that answer was meaningless. Elysia has always hidden things from me and doesn’t want to reveal her motives.
Raven: …
Mei: ...What is it?
Mei: Oh, she told me the reason she doesn’t show up when you’re around is that you’re always wearing that cloak, so she can’t see your face.
Raven: Oh, I see. Never mind, I don’t care that much.
Mei: (...She obviously cares a lot.)
About Elysia (2)
Mei: Hey, it seems like you haven’t been wearing your hood as much lately.
Raven: Do you like it?
Mei: Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me see again? What, you aren’t afraid that people will think you’ve gotten younger?
Mei: …
Mei: Wait a minute, could it be…
Raven: No, I don’t care what Elysia thinks.
Mei: I wasn’t the one who brought up Elysia.
Raven: …
Raven: Just don’t tell anybody, alright?
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bo0zey · 2 years
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ok this is like pt2 of that longass recent post so just ignore this bc this parts even STUPIDERR
anyways imma try to work on the rough draft after showering but i know i won’t have a enough time to finish it before clinical n ik she’s gonna call me out and wtf am i gonna say?????? i hate using my mental health as an excuse bc i feel like no one cares or believes me or thinks i’m just lazy and or crazy or being manipulative but like i swear i’m not i just happened to lose control over my frontal lobe at the wrong time of the school week i’m ??????? last time i turned in my annotated bib late too n she like ripped me a new one about it n i’m afraid of disappointing authority figures bc yknow my narcissist dad would only ever acknowledge my existence and express being proud of me when i got good grades like it was all i was worth to him; A’s meant affection and B’s meant “but u could’ve gotten and A so what happened??” n everything else meant NOT GOOD ENOUGH even in high school he hounded me “haha yeah ur #2 of ur class but what abt #1 huh why aren’t u #1?? i saw both ur gpas they’re so close omg they’re like a tenth of a decimal!” n i was like lol ok it was actually like .00 something, AKA a hundredth of a decimal, and still it wasn’t enough if i don’t do what i need to do in school if i don’t get good grades then i would have never meant anything to him i was his trophy daughter only worthy of facebook posts when he felt the need to brag abt me and now that’s all really have to base my self worth upon bc i felt like that’s all he valued in me n now i don’t do nearly as well in college as i did in high school bc i think it’s bc i was traumatized for like 12yrs of schooling with him looming over me and college i could like finally be a human??? lol ok ANYWAYSS sorry for trauma dumping lol so like yeah i already felt stupid n disappointed in myself n then she was making me feel even guiltier/more useless n like i think i’d been awake for >2 days that day n probs on my period so i was probably extra prone to crying n then she had the nerve to look me in the eyes and ask if i was okay bc she saw them watering up as she continued to progressively dig into me and i fuckjgn HATE that question i fuckjing hate being asked it bc i just ?? idk maybe it’s a trigger bc every time someone asks it(typically adult authority figures i know im disappointing but can’t stop self sabotaging) i just lose all control of self regulating my emotions n my eyes start Rlly watering then dripping and she was the absolute last person i’d ever want to cry in front of so i tried so hard to stop i nodded my head and smiled so hard and wide despite the mask covering half my face because i was trying to like get my body to control itself but my eyes just kept running and i wondered how i must’ve looked to her probably insane the way i was fighting a losing battle against a mental break down n i was smiling like a fucking clown to try and make my cheeks reach my eyes so it looked real so she could see it behind the mask and look past my watering eyes and the more tears that fell the harder i made myself smile and laugh all the while THE TEARS WOULD NOT STOP like i probably looked like a fuckjng raging mentally ill maniac to her esp when i pointed at my mask and was like “yes i’m fine i’m smiling underneath the mask i promise heheheh^.^” n giggled and then cried intermittently through the last 2 hours of clinical then silently on the car ride home bc i had to drive my roommate back w me n then as soon as i passed the door threshold i just broke down for literally NO FUCKJGN REASON??????????? like full on waterfall n my roommate turned n glanced at me n was like omg what happened what’s wrong??? MY NEXT 2 LEAST FAVKRJTE QUESTIKNS so obv i went from silent crying choking down sobs to total blubbering sobbing incontrollable inconsolable mess n it was so embarrassing bc i already burdened n traumatized her w my mental breakdown last august sooooo yeah that sucked lol n obviously what i was crying abt sounded so stupid i don’t even know why i would breakdown over something so stupid i’m so weak it’s honestly embarrassing lmfaooooomsbxbd🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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New muse: Upper Moon 6, Nozomi
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Age: +2000 years old (turned at 19 during the sino-japanese war) Height: 5'5 Occupation: Monk, witch, Upper moon 6 gender: transwoman (fuck off terfs. u ugly) Sexuality: Pansexual Pronouns: She/They're personality: cheerful, optimistic, though a bit forgetful
(They are a demon of the future, when Muzan's Daughter, Osareta, takes over as progenitor of the next generation of demons, They found the flower and beat the sunlight at this point.)
In 1894, Nozomi was once a young man that was constantly groomed to be a soldier by their father. They hated the fact that their father wanted to get rid of them and thought they wanted Nozomi to die in the first sino-japanese war. Their mother was very supportive of their child, much to their husband's dismay. This caused many arguments each night and Nozomi feeling guilty. Not only were they groomed, but everything Nozomi had to go through from child to teen made them very uncomfortable. They weren't interested in picking a wife yet or getting ready for military training. Hell, the fighting rubbed them off the wrong way. When Nozomi told that they didn't want any of this, their father got so angry they said they didn't have a say in this and tried to kill Nozomi... only for the mother to take the hit. She cried out for her mother, who bled to death as her father screamed at them, locking them away in their room. After thinking up a solution to their torture, they got their things packed up escaped through the window. This is how they bumped into Muzan while he was taking his wife(Osareta's mom before she was born) out on a date. Nozomi recognized him, as him and her father had spoken business of sorts one time. Nozomi tells them their story, and their plea to never be what her father wanted them to be. To which, both The Demon Queen and Demon King empathized. Taking Muzan's blood, it changed their body to a feminine one, even giving them a feminine voice. Nozomi hadn't felt so happy in years! now they are truly themselves, ignoring (and eating) all that wish to make them and others what they were 'supposed to be'. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Demon arts & other abilities as a human, they were forced to do military training, which included all sorts of hand-to-hand combat along with various weapons. While exceptional, this isn't her preferred style of fighting, though. Her family, on her mother's side, were once religious monks, and often had prayer beads laying around the house. She grabbed all of those before she ran away, in memory of her mother. These prayer beads became her weapons. Bewitched prayers: Beads of Shadow, consuming greed (Using both positive and negative energy within, the dark green prayer beads she'll wear grant her the temporary ability to absorb attacks. This makes her be able to shoot them back with the same force.) Misty prayers: Sight Vortex, A Drowned Past (Using dark blue beads, a torrent of water comes from inside the loop, knocking both the wind out of the target and erasing their focus for a short-ish period of time.) Spellbound prayers: Love-filled beads, tempted heart (Wearing the cherry blossom-pink beads, she gains a temporary ability that makes her invulnerable to physical attacks. It makes others miss their target and lose focus.) Casting Curse: Beads of Destructive Light (Wearing these white, it provides a bright, defensive and offensive aura around them that protects and burns away all sorts of spreading attacks that rain around them. (Like a swarm of arrows or a swarm of dagger-like ice crystal.)) Enigmatic Rainbow: Beads of Creation, Sparkling Energy Burst (a ring of beads that are one of each color she has. This is a special set, as each ability is collided into making one huge burst of energy. this energy can be used for all sorts of ways, both offensive and defensive. Should they want to wear it, they can conjure a energy beam that will fully decimate the poor sap that chose to fight Nozomi. If something disastrous was going down on her, she would use it to make a biiiiig shield so whatever impact was coming would be the one getting hurt instead of her.)
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wint3r-h3art · 2 years
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Wicked Game | Xu Wenwu x fem!Reader
⚠️Warning: SMUT, MINOR DNI. This is a more darker fic than I usually write. It contains dub-con, age-gap, power imbalance and forced breeding. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, please move a long. Dub-con content will be below the +++ divider. 
⚠️More explicit content warnings: authority kink, praise kink, fingering, rough-fucking, man-handling, hair pulling, breeding kink. 
Anonymous Request: oh man can u write more Wenwu smuts!!!! hehe maybe some rly rough ones or ones w daddy kinks!!!!!! Or maybe a lust caution AU 😉😉
Summary: He took everything from you. You vow to take your revenge, but at what cost when you realize that you have fallen for him. Inspired by Lust, Caution (2007).
Word counts: 3.8K
A/N: It’s filthy, y’all. I can’t even. i read this like 5 times and I’m not immune to whatever flith i just wrote. Beta read by my boo @tom-whore-dleston 💛 Reblog, like, and comments are greatly appreciated. I’m actually very nervous about this fic because like I said, I don’t usually write dark topics. Hope you like it 🥺💛
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It’s a wicked game you play. 
The exchange of glances across the room, the little brush of hands, the gesture that is too minute for others to notice except for the two of you. You have been working hard to get to where you are now earning his trust little by little. Of course, that doesn’t come easy when your target happens to be a powerful immortal that possesses the power of ancient relics. 
It makes your task even more impossible.
You hated him for taking everything from you. He’s cruel and heartless by the way he pillaged your village and decimated your clan. As a sole survivor, you swore on your life that you would destroy him. Even on your last breath.
So you worked hard for it. Changing your identity and working your way up from a lowly servant to now--whatever you call this, a mistress, perhaps? 
The four years you spent chasing after Wenwu has now paid off. He’s finally within your grasp.
Or is he?
You find yourself reluctant with your task as you’re being drawn to him in a way that you shouldn’t. The magnetic pull is undeniable, and you’re terrified of the way he can easily make you lose control by his mere touches. 
Wenwu always takes what he wants. He doesn’t need to force it from anyone when he knows they will come to him in the end, and that goes with you as well. You know it’s selfish to want him.
He’s not a gentle man. There’s no lovemaking, nor is there tenderness shared between the two of you. It’s always tongue and teeth when it comes to fucking. Your skin often decorates with bruises and angry red marks, while his back carries streaks of your claw marks. And you don’t mind that. It makes whatever this is more exhilarating.
You dine with him one evening. The compound has been quiet. A cool, evening breeze brushes softly against your skin, making you shiver slightly. It’s a reminder that the mid-autumn festival is fast approaching, which means your plan needs to be executed before the winter begins.
The thought should make you excited, or perhaps it should make you nervous. Instead, you find yourself wrapped in melancholy at the thought of killing him.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing at all, sir. I just thought that perhaps I should start learning how to make moon cakes for the Moon festival.”
“Why would you want to make them when you can just buy them?” He eyes you for a moment before taking a sip of the red wine. He doesn’t think much about this sort of thing. It has never bothered him before.
“Because I know that you don’t like them too sweet,” you offer him a smile. “I just want to make you happy.” It’s not a lie on that part. You feel ashamed to even utter those words out loud, but it cannot be further from the truth. Your heart wants what it wants.
Your answer surprises him that he cannot help but look at you. You notice the warmth in his eyes and wonder about this new unfamiliarity. For a moment, he isn’t the cold, heartless Xu Wenwu that he’s known for. His reputation exceeds him for a reason. Anyone would think twice about crossing him. His eyes are like an impenetrable fortress, refusing to show whatever emotion he’s feeling. 
Now though, there’s an odd tenderness in his eyes and it seems to be directed at you. It excites you in a way, but it’s also terrifying to you, knowing the kind of things he’s capable of inflicting.
“I am touched,” he says softly before taking another sip. “Is this another scheme of yours to seduce me?”
His question makes your heart drum heavily against your chest. Heat rises up to your face suddenly. Does he know? The thought makes you panic that you don’t know what to do, so you try to play it off coyly.
“No sir. I do not think you need me to do that when I know you’re more than willing to bed me.”
A smirk quirks at the corner of his lips. It’s obvious by the way his eyes suddenly darken as he stares at you, sending a shiver down your spine. He’s dangerous. Far too dangerous for your own good. His gazes are still gleaming at you as if he’s slowly peeling every layer of your clothes off of your body. Your cheeks warm under his gaze. Your hands tremble as you drop them onto your lap so that he wouldn’t notice the effect he has on you, but it’s too late. Wenwu always noticed it. 
He always noticed you.
“You’re bold to utter those words out loud.”
“Only you can make me this way, sir.”
He gives you a knowing look. 
Wenwu scares you in a way--not on a physical level despite the power he holds in his hands. You’re frightened by the way he can rile you up. Whatever is left of your self-preservation seems to go right out of the window when you’re with him. 
You lift your hands from your lap and rest them on the table. Wenwu reaches for one, surprising so suddenly that you barely have time to retract your hand away from his grasp. You suck in your breath at the way his warm, calloused hand feels around yours.
He pins at you with an imperious look that leaves you breathless.
“Do I now?” His thumb gently grazes your hand before he pulls you to your feet and pulls you in with a sudden force that you stumble into his arms. He palms your nape, his fingers curl around the column of your neck. Every part of you goes into a high alert. Your body strains with desire, your cunt aches. 
Holding you in place, he leans in till his lips brush against yours, but not enough to kiss you yet. You instinctively close your eyes, of course, not realizing that Wenwu is teasing you. You wait for a bit before realizing that the kiss never came. You let out a soft whimper before you slowly open your eyes to meet his. They are darker now, and they are staring at you with such intensity that can burn you. You want to move in to kiss him, but he’s holding you in place. A smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth. It’s obvious who’s in control here.
You look at him pleadingly, uttering nonsense as you beg for him to kiss you. He tilts his head slightly as his gaze burns into you. “Should I kiss you right here where I marked you?” he asks as he tugs roughly at the collar of your dress till it rips, revealing the dark purple marks that decorated your chest. His lips find your collar bone. Your eyes flutter slightly as a soft sigh escapes from your lips as you feel his tongue trace the tender skin.
“S-sir…”
“Is this what you want?” he asks as his other hand moves to palm your breast. He hisses softly at the way your nipple tightens against it, poking through the fabric. “How bold of you to present yourself to me this way? Do you want to be taken here where all my men can see you?” he asks as he quickly spins you around till you find yourself brace against the table. Porcelain plates and glasses shatter and fall to the floor loudly, breaking the deafening silence inside the room. The air inside suddenly feels thicker as the lingering tension fills the room. You hiss at the way his hardness pressed against the cleft of your ass. His lips are now on the nape of your neck. You swallow hard at this. 
“N-no, sir.”
You can feel his teeth graze over the marks, making you quiver slightly in his arm. It takes every ounce of you to not grind against his hardness despite the growing need that seems to burn you from the inside. 
“Such a good girl for me,” he says lowly in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His deep and rough voice makes your pussy pulse at the thought. 
“P-please, sir,” you whimper softly. “I need you.”
“Need me? For what?”
“E-everything.”
You can feel him grin wickedly against your skin as his hand continues to palm your breast. “You have to be more specific than that, dearest.”
You want to cry then. Wenwu is in that mood of his, toying with you till he’s satisfied enough to give into you. 
“I want you, sir. I-I want you to fuck me so good that I’ll forget my name.”
“What a foul mouth you have, my sweet girl.”
You whimper at this, unable to utter a single thing.
“Lead me to your room then, my jade. Show me what you want me to do to you.”
Your belly does a flip. Goosebumps break out on your skin. Your heart practically hammers against your chest when you lead him to your room. Moonlight dimly pours through the window across the hardwood floor. He seats himself comfortably as he pours himself a glass of cognac from the crystal decanter. His eyes never left yours.
He watches you intensely as you strip calmly, eyes gleaming beneath the dim light as he slowly sips on that glass of expensive cognac. Wenwu lets his gaze wander hungrily down your body as if there’s so much to look at,  touch, and taste all at once. You know you’re not his first nor would you ever be his last, but somehow the thought of being one of his excites you. To be with the immortal one.
You slowly slip the dress down your body, facing him. You can feel your face heating up from under this intense glare from a couple of feet away. His eyes travel down to the swell of your breast, then to the juncture between your thighs. The heated gaze makes you feel self-conscious suddenly, despite being bare before him so many times already. 
He motions you to come his way. You swallow as you slowly walk towards him. Wenwu pats his thigh and you quickly seat yourself on it. His arms wrap around you securely. You can feel the heat from his body seeping through his clothes. The smell of the cognac fills your nostril as his thumb circles your thigh easily. 
“Spread your legs for me.”
You comply.
He traces his fingers along the slit lazily, coating them with your arousal. Your breath is shaky as your thighs tremble slightly at the sensation. 
“You’re already so wet for me, my sweet,” he says lowly in your ears. His breath fanning at your heated shell. 
“Because I really want you, sir.”
You let out a soft whimper when he pushes his thick, calloused finger inside you. He slowly and deliberately pumps his finger in and out of you before he adds another one. “Going to stretch you out nicely first, my sweet girl.”
You bite your lips and lean back against his hard chest as he works you. You gently rock against his fingers, craving more of him. A hiss escapes from your throat when he presses his thumb against your clit, while his other hand toys with the taut peak of your nipple, twisting it, rolling it between his fingers.
“Look at you being such a good girl for me,” he says softly, knuckles deep in you. The soft squelching sounds make you weak. It feels filthy and wrong to want him so much when you know you’re supposed to hate him.
You can feel a familiar coil tighten at the pit of your stomach the more he works your clit. Those delicious jolts of electricity coursing through you like sparks of lightning. You don’t want it to end. 
“Please don’t stop, sir,” you whimper softly as your back arches, your hips grinding onto his fingers. “Please, please, please,” you beg softly, almost like a whisper.
Then, like a snap, you feel the familiar warmness wash over you. Wenwu hisses at the way your wall clenched around his fingers as your arousal gushes out. You whimper softly in his arms as you lax against his chest, letting your body convulse as you’re riding out that wave of pleasure.
Wenwu cradles you in his arms before he gets up and walks toward your bed. He quietly lays you down as he slowly undresses. His eyes are still on you. By the time he finishes, he pulls you by the ankles, dragging you across the soft bed till your ass half hangs out. He parts your legs and steps in between them. You’re still dazed and spent from your release that there isn’t much effort on his part. He leans in and crushes his lips on yours with a fervor kiss that makes your toes curl. You can feel his erection heavy on your stomach. You moan into his kiss as your hand moves down to stroke him. Wenwu halts briefly, clearly surprised by the boldness. 
He trails his lips down to your jaw while his hand cups your breast, his thumb flicking at the taut bud. Occasionally, you catch the muscles of his jaw strain slightly as if he’s holding on to the control he has left on his body. The reaction only makes you braver as you find yourself grinding up against his stiff cock.
“Sir, please,” you moan softly, biting your lips as you stare at him shamelessly as you continue to grind up against him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he pins your hips down. Dragging his cock down your slit, he lets your arousal coat the head before he pushes into you with a grunt. You throw your head back as your hands bunched at the sheet, your body shudders at the way he stretches you oh so sweetly. Your thighs tremble slightly as he begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. 
“Your cunt is so eager to take me, my sweet jade,” he manages in between his breath. “You feel so good and so tight for me,” his voice strains as he begins to pick up his pace. 
He leans in and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as he fucks you into oblivion. 
“Oh God,” you utter out loud.
“There’s no God here, dearest. Only me,” he grunts before he bucks his hips forward, knocking all the air out of your lungs. “No God can save you now, my sweet girl.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as every stroke brings you closer to your release. You clung onto him tightly, wanting to feel every inch of his muscles move beneath your fingers. Your wall begins to flutter around his cock and Wenwu knows that you’re close. 
“Oh! Please, please, please I’m so close. Please,” you beg softly.
With a grunt, he pushes forward then back again while his fingers travel down to your swollen clit, rubbing it till you reach your release abruptly and intensely. Your cunt tightens around him as he continues to push into you, trying to reach his as well. It doesn’t take long of course when he suddenly pulls out of you and a string of his white cum squirts all over your breasts down to your stomach. He breathes heavily, holding the head of his cock till the last remnant leaking out of the slit. Only then he moves to lay down next to you. 
You turn to the side and curl up, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hide the shame you’re feeling. Not from fucking him of course. At yourself. At the task at hand.
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Your eyes crack open sometime after midnight after you and he shared a hot bath. It’s quite rare for him to stay the night. You turn and watch his chest rise and fall for a few moments to make sure that he’s fully asleep. You slowly reach under your pillow for the small, but a sharp dagger, capable of slicing through flesh. You’re holding your breath as you inch closer to him, your hand trembles slightly till the razor-sharp blade is a mere millimeter from his neck. You can feel sweat trickle down your temples as you try to steady your hand.
“Do it,”
You gasp softly as your eyes catch his brown ones. Anxiety starts to bubble up in your chest. You’re breathing heavily as you stare down at the gleaming blade before up to his, feeling reluctant to finish it.
“It’s what you want after all, isn’t it? To kill me. To avenge your people?”
The warmness that once was there is gone, replacing it with his usual coldness that freezes you to your core. 
“How do you know?”
Wenwu chuckles softly. Despite having a knife to his neck, he looks unfazed by it as if he has no fear of it. 
“Do you honestly think that your little trick will go unnoticed, my sweet jade? I lived hundreds of lifetimes. I can read people quite easily. I also happen to be good at remembering them, and with a face like yours, my sweet girl, I always remember you.”
You can feel your breath hitch in your throat, unable to react. Time seems to stand still there.
You gasp when he grabs your wrist and suddenly pushes you onto your back, while he moves to straddle you. Wenwu quickly removes the knife from your grip and tosses it over his shoulder. The metal clatter loudly against the wooden floor. He holds both of your hands tightly now above your head, all the while that both of you are still naked.
“I do not like being taken for a fool, dearest,” he hisses as his lips brush against yours. “To even make me believe that you love me, you are far crueler even for me.”
His words cut you deeply. Tears are rolling down your cheeks. “I’ve never lied to you about that.”
He grunts. “Do not jest with me when you are in no position to do so.” You close your eyes, letting his words sink deep into your heart.
“I’m not. What I feel for you is real. Even if you kill me now, it will never change the fact that I have fallen in love with you,” you sob softly into the soft bed. “If I am cruel to make you think that way, then I think God is the cruelest one for making me fall for someone like you, the slayer of my kin.”
“I told you before, my sweet jade. There’s no God. Only me,” he hisses softly before he leans in to capture your lips in a rough kiss. You can sense the frustration in him by the way his teeth scrape against your lips, or the way his hand moves to grab you by the hair while his body pins you down in place. This is Xu Wenwu, the immortal overlord that he is known for. 
You do not even bother to fight him when you know that you too want him because this may be the last time you see him. Right now you want him, all of it, all teeth and claws. You want him to mark every inch of your skin with his marks, his bites, just something for you to remember him for before you leave this Earth. 
His kisses are all tongue and teeth. The urgency and the roughness, are leaving you breathless and wanting more. 
“You will pay for what you’ve done to me, dearest,” he warns you as he moves to nibble at your lips hard that you feel like he’s going to break the skin. His hand moves down to the juncture of your thighs, his fingers roughly rub at your clit till he has you breathless. Your arousal seeps out onto his fingers, coating them till they’re warm and wet. The jolts of familiar electricity course through you. You moan into his lips, legs spreading apart, allowing him to do his worst to you. 
“Why aren’t you fighting me?”
Your eyes flutter open, still dazed. “Because I love you,” you say weakly. You notice the muscles of his jaw flickering slightly. His eyes, for a second there you noticed what looks like hurt, dejected, betrayed in them before you yelp out suddenly as he flips you over till you’re lying on your stomach.
“Do not dare say that you love me,” he says roughly as he lines the head of his cock near the entrance of your sopping cunt. “You don’t betray the one you love,” With a grunt, he pushes himself in, making you moan out softly at the feeling of being stretch once more when your body is still sensitive from the fucking earlier.
His hips buck into you hard. Every thrust seems to knock all of the air right out of you. He grabs at your hair roughly, twisting it around his wrist, not even bothering to see if it hurts you or not. There’s no doubt that he’s angry with you, so angry that he doesn’t mind hurting you in the process. This is no longer about control. This is retribution. 
Your hand bunch into the sheet as drools slipping down to the sheet as every motion elicits both pleasure and pain. His movements are becoming more erratic the more he plunges himself into you. He hates to admit it but he loves the way your cunt tightens around him, choking him till he feels nothing else but pleasure. He pumps himself once or twice before he releases himself into you. You wince and moan at the way his seed trickles down your thigh when he pulls himself out. By the time he finishes, you find yourself collapsing on the bed, panting and aching terribly. 
Wenwu simply stares as he walks over to pour himself a glass of cognac, chugging it in one swig, not caring about the burning sensation in his throat. You turn your head to look at him with bleary eyes. No tears, nothing. Just the pain that resides in your chest. 
“I will keep fucking you until your womb is round and fill with what will be mine. Until then, you are no longer allowed to leave this room. Think of it as a way to pay for your sin committed against me, my sweet girl. You are mine, and I can do whatever I want with you,  remember that.”
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true beauty | h.c. with fem!reader | part eight
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a/n: wah it’s been so long, please forgive me. college has honestly been killing me. i didn’t plan on ending the update like this, but i figured it would take me much longer if i included the next scene here, so i decided to just put it in the next part. anyway thank u to those who have been waiting patiently! the endgame is finally revealed??? please let me know what u think ((i am aware not everyone will like where the story goes but please be nice)). ALSO!!!! please check out this playlist a cool tumblr friend made for the series i love it so much :3
part one | part seven
the suddenness of your action takes you both aback at first, lips awkwardly pressed against each other and unmoving. suddenly, you’re aware that you’ve just entered prohibited territory - one and the same with that which you’ve one-sidedly tried hard to stay away from, with seojun.
with suho though, this was territory you’ve never really had to make a conscious effort avoiding simply because it had been completely unmapped in your friendship before this moment - never been in your vocabulary ‘til now.
probably why it didn’t take you a second thought to cross the line. for a moment, it didn’t feel like the consequences were the same.
and so you wait for it - the regret, the panic, the unwanted voice at the back of your mind, the force that’d pull you off of your friend.
but it doesn’t come.
instead, you feel yourself melting into the kiss the same time suho’s body relaxes against yours and, for now, it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.
truthfully, you’ve done this with a number of boys in the past, none of which you’d felt even the slightest bit of affection for, so there have been times where you wondered what a real kiss would feel like. until now.
with suho, it’s nothing electric or magical. in fact, it’s the opposite - but feels just as wonderful and rare. it’s altogether sweet and delicate; even as he goes to deepen the kiss by angling his head and pulling you closer by the waist, his mouth remains tender in its movements and his touch careful and feather-like, as though he’s holding something invaluable.
there is no sparks or burning ache, no bubble of excitement or tinge of desperation that has you clutching for more, but there’s a feeling of relief, of content that settles in your chest, and warmth that spreads through your body that makes you not want to let go.
it’s calm and real and grounding, and just… so very suho.
no, it’s nothing like in fiction, you think, or the plenty of times you’ve imagined what a kiss with him would feel like, one wherein fireworks dance behind your eyelids, or you’re spinning above the clouds. it’s nothing like that.
but it’s perfect.
and yet.
yet why his name is in your mind at this second, why you still can’t help but wonder if such dream-like kiss exists in reality is a frustration to you. even this seemingly perfect moment has somehow provoked the thought of him, just like all the other times in the past you’ve tried getting with another boy but heaven forbade you to.
him, whose presence is merely a few feet away, whose heart you’ve unknowingly decimated, shattered severely upon witnessing this moment, and if you just looked to your left you’d see the hurt that’s broadcast clearly on his face.
what with the interruptive thoughts, you’re the first to pull away from the kiss, eyes temporarily wide as you try to read his expression, but you’re unable to when you’re confused with your feelings yourself. all you know is that right now, you’re looking at him and seeing him in a completely different light - as if all colors had traded places or been imbued with a new property, that nothing feels quite the same anymore. in a good way, you hope. for now it feels so.
you blink once, twice, before you let go of the grip on his collar and suho’s arms slowly leave your waist. you take notice of the red in his cheeks and there’s no doubt, with the way they’re burning, that yours are mirroring them as well.
and for the first time… seojun feels like crying. he’s seen everything for sure, not having torn his eyes off the scene for at least a second. even now, he’s watching as suho lingers in front of your gate after you’ve gone inside, perhaps trying to process what had just transpired between you, perhaps feeling the exact opposite of what seojun is going through - intolerable, gut-wrenching pain, without exaggeration.
it’s the finality that hurts.
because, to seojun, more than the romantic heartbreak of finding you lips-to-lips with another man (suho, to be exact), this is the final fragment of the realization that you absolutely didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
that night had been the end of your friendship. seojun can still remember the panic he went through the first time he realized that. but despite knowing that you hated him, what had gotten him through all these weeks was the tiny shred of hope that he still held onto - one of these days you were going to miss him, forgive him, or at least tell him that you were willing to hear him out.
because that was the kind of bond that you had. at least, that was how he’d read it - past the playful acts and teasing remarks was the promise of an unflinching friendship, of always having each other’s back, of finding home in one another. as cliche as it sounds, he’d always felt that there was some kind of invisible string that tied you together - you were each other’s person, and being separated from each other felt like walking around in half.
but seeing you here was what killed that illusion of hope for seojun. it finally hit him that he no longer held any place in your life.
for real.
on the other hand, you’re wondering just how much different things would have turned out, if it had been him all along. lee suho.
it should have been him.
he’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s sensible, he’s great to have around, and he even does all of these sweet things for you. not just the big favors, but also the minor, missable gestures from him during your moments together that he thinks you don’t notice.
plus, he’s never judged you even though he knows you inside out, to the point that it annoys you sometimes, how you could never hide anything from him. you know you need that though - someone who could see right through you despite your stubbornness to express your feelings.
but most importantly, that kiss. who knew, that you and him could ever share something like that? suho, out of all people. up until that moment, you’d only ever seen and treated him as a friend. almost a sibling even.
but that’s exactly why these thoughts should be making you feel guilty, improper. like they always did with seojun.
and yet somehow, they don’t.
suho had been the first to lean in, after all.
of course, neither of you had meant it to happen. you know how much suho likes jugyeong - you’ve seen it. having spent a lot of time with him lately too, it’s obvious that his feelings for the girl haven’t changed a bit.
clearly, it shouldn’t have meant anything. it was no more beyond a mere lapse of judgment. admittedly, you’d been momentarily swayed by the way he had looked at you then… it was alien to you. sure, you’ve had guys stare at you with want before, but none of them had ever looked at you the way suho did in that moment - like there was a need, an ache to kiss you.
and it doesn’t matter if you’d read it wrong, if it had been fleeting, or if you’d both just simply misplaced your feelings for other people, each been craving affection from someone that wasn’t available as the other had been in that moment. what matters is the plain fact that suho sees you as a woman. and if you’re not mistaken, there was definitely something in that kiss - a mutual undercurrent of something you can’t quite name but, dare you say it, held the potential to bloom into something more if you both wanted to. if you were both willing to try.
the thought of it is enough to stir something inside you.
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you enter the studio later than you’re supposed to for no reason other than you’d accidentally slept through your alarm after spending the whole night awake. you mumble your apologies to nobody in particular as you make your way to set your things down on one of the tables, camera flashes and shutter clicks as well as you’re doing great, fantastic! turn around, good! and other words of encouragement from the photographer filling the room as usual.
you try to regain your breath for a moment after having run all the way here, searching the contents of your bag for your water bottle until you hear something that causes your head to snap up immediately.
“…han seojun! one, two - looks great! now smile for me!”
your eyes grow wide when they land on the man posing in front, blinking hard as though that would make him disappear, and he would’ve seen the embarrassing look on your face if you weren’t quick to snap out of it just right before his eyes meet yours. seojun’s posture visibly slackens when he sees you. you watch as the photographer continues to click his camera at every second even as his instructions go ignored.
“handsome, isn’t he?” your co-worker whispers from beside you when she notices you staring, nudging your arm teasingly. “everyone loves him here.”
you break your eye contact with the apparent celebrity to look at your co-worker. “r- really? is he always, um, around?”
the girl nods. “lately he hasn’t been, but yeah, you’ll see him often,” she says before sending you a wink, “you’d have to get in line though.”
you mouth a knowing “ah” in response as you force out a laugh before returning your gaze to the photoshoot - cut short due to the model’s sudden lack of attention - when you find two pairs of eyes looking back at you, the photographer having turned around after hearing seojun mumble your name to himself.
“oh? y/n, you’re finally here?” the older man greets, gesturing you to come closer before turning to seojun. “you know her? you know each other?”
you stop right in front of them and spare the boy a glance to check his response but he doesn’t answer, eyes settled on something else at the opposite side of the room. you give the older man a polite bow.
“ahhh,“ the man nods as though he’s realized something obvious. he points a finger at you. “are you his girlfriend?”
the random question has you both reacting immediately, seojun’s head whipping to face the other man as he opens his mouth to say something, but you were quicker to exclaim a defensive ”no!“ while waving your hands to stress your denial, causing the boy to feel offended somehow. you swallow your discomfort when he finally turns to you with a look that’s nothing short of a glare.
“hyung, can we just hurry to the next shoot?” seojun asks impatiently.
what if you quit your job on the spot?
you consider the option.
“alright,” the man replies, patting the younger’s shoulder twice in agreement. “go get changed then. y/n will help you. we’ll get the set ready.”
and so now, you’re outside the men’s room, anxiously flittering back and forth as you wait for seojun to finish, a ready-to-be-worn grey coat in your hand along with a few makeup you’ve been told to bring with. you freeze as soon as you hear the cubicle open and you will your heart to calm for the last time.
“here,” you mumble as soon as he comes out, holding the piece of clothing up on either side so seojun can slip his arms in, which he does reluctantly.
the short silence is deafening. this being your first interaction in a long time, you feel a lump form in your throat at the rush of different conflicting emotions suddenly vying for your attention.
the past few weeks have been up and down. throughout its course, you have loved, hated, wanted, resented, and missed the man, questioned the rightness or wrongness of your decision to end the friendship, and so on… you couldn’t be consistent.
right now, it’s all at once.
but even if you can’t will your heart to tone down these feelings, or temporarily forget about them just long enough to get you through the afternoon, at least you’ll outwardly pretend they don’t exist. that much, you can do.
“hold on,” you stop seojun by the arm just as he’s about to walk away. you reach out to fix the back of his collar that’s been folded wrong with an impassive face and the little courage you’ve mustered, missing the way his body tenses at your touch and proximity…
when you’re done, you attempt to smoothen the wrinkles of his clothing next by swiftly brushing your hand through them until you feel yourself starting to become a little too comfortable with your actions. you allow yourself a singular glance at his face and you’re met with a gaze that almost already has the surface of your resolve breaking.
applying the powder onto his face is even more agonizing. you try to avoid eye contact with him as much possible, patting down on his skin with utmost gentleness so contrary to the raging emotions bottled within you. you feel his unmoving stare burning through your skin and you’re thinking maybe, for once, he’s actually able to see right through you.
maybe right now he could tell, that one right or wrong word from him could easily have you crawling through hot coals just to take him back.
and it also doesn’t help that he smells so damn good.
you try to make it quick.
handing seojun the lip balm next (surely, he can do it by himself), you step back to a safer distance when you hear a booming voice that causes you to jump.
“perfect! you look perfect! y/n,” the photographer beams as he approaches you, having just witnessed the entirety of your wordless exchange with the other. “how would you like to do the photoshoot with us?”
you raise your eyebrows in confusion the same time you hear the man beside you utter a loud “what?”, you glance at him and see disapproval written all over his face.
“but i already am…?”
ignoring the younger’s reaction, the photographer shakes his head when he says, “i mean, as a model.”
you gasp incredulously before waving your hands in refusal. “me? no, no way, i can’t. i’m sorry.”
“the other model didn’t show up,” he continues, “and we need to update the newly released product, so it’s kind of urgent.”
“hyung,” seojun interrupts, “not everyone can be a model!”
you feel your heart sting at his words, but as much as it offends you, he has a point. “he’s right… i shouldn’t. i’ve never tried this before.”
“that’s why you can do even better,” the older man encourages. “and i’ll pay you more, don’t worry.”
so here you are. the photoshoot is nothing less than unpleasant, awkward. the man beside you is fuming with annoyance - you can almost physically feel the heat of it. but it’s not like you don’t like this idea any less than he does, you just simply couldn’t turn down the money.
you just wish he would stop acting like a kid and at least look at the camera. what are you even supposed to do with him just standing there, put your arms around him? no way.
and so after several attempts by the photographer, like a mother to a child, at getting seojun to smile, turn around, look friendly, anything… to no avail, he deduces that seojun’s defiance is simply due to hunger, so he calls for a ten-minute break where he can grab him food.
when the man leaves, seojun lets out an exasperated sigh you feel the urge to roll your eyes at. he takes a seat on the couch behind you just as one of the other ladies in the room comes to set down a box of tissue on the table. you mutter a polite thanks.
after yourself, you grab the box and offer it to seojun, who only stares at the thing before looking away. honestly… you’re kinda thankful for his stubborn attitude. because being annoyed is better, far more tolerable than having to acknowledge what you actually feel deep down. you can save that for later.
frustratedly, you sigh when you take it upon yourself to pull out a tissue for him and wipe away his sweat, only to be stopped when he seizes your wrist and looks you up and down - like you’re nothing more than a nuisance. “what are you doing?”
you try not to be intimidated by his glare as you try to resist his grip. “did you not hear what she said? it’s so you’ll look nice in the photos.”
“forget it,” he says, pushing your hand further from his face. “go away.“
you exhale impatiently. “will you stop being difficult? it’s not like i’m doing this because i want to—”
once again, seojun is quick to take hold of your wrist, but this time he looks pissed enough to render you silent.
“i said stop.” a tense beat of silence before he continues, “is this that easy for you?”
you feel the air around you change at his words. your heartbeat starts to quicken at the sudden unease that coils in your belly. all the more so, when you find yourself pinned against the couch in the next second, seojun’s face merely a few inches above yours that you almost don’t hear it, over the thunderous pounding of your heart in your ears, when he says, “how long will you keep this up?”
you swallow nervously.
there it is - the confrontation you’ve been fearing.
but how are you supposed to answer, when the proximity of your faces is past the bounds of your being able to think straight?
in response, all you can do is stare at seojun wide-eyed and dumbfounded, much to his disappointment - especially when the interruption of the older man, who is more than enthusiastic to see you in perfect position (“that’s what i’m talking about!”), gives you the opportunity to look away and avoid the question further.
the next thing you know, seojun is hoisting you upright by the waist until your chests are almost pressed against each other, feeling his breath on your skin when he tells you, “i want to make this quick, so just cooperate.“
all throughout the shoot, seojun wordlessly directs you like the natural he is, like when he guides your arm around his shoulder, or when he angles his body or tilts his head towards yours… he makes it so every pose looks and feels as if your bodies had been made to fit together perfectly.
the more clicks and flashes, the more entangled with each other you become, the faster you feel your heart beat. he does everything so casually - and yet every touch lingers, tingles where it just left, somehow different from any of the platonic touches he’s initiated before… somehow feels achingly right.
soon, he’s pushing you as he leans forward, more gently than the first time, and when your back hits the sofa, your eyes lock in a silent exchange beyond your lagging mind’s comprehension. seojun’s gaze remains steady on yours, unwavering even as he brings your hand onto his shoulder where it rests uneasy.
at this point, it feels as if your heart is about to thump right out of your chest, or jump out of your throat. by now you’ve already drowned out your surroundings, entrapped in a bubble only you two shared and smelled only of his cologne. you try not to give yourself away under his intense scrutiny, eyes continuously flickering between yours…
shamelessly, they cast downwards, landing on your lips as you hold your breath…. and when he starts to lean in -
that’s when it becomes unbearable. thankfully, the oblivious photographer is there to yell out the end of the shoot right when you need it, there to remind you that this is only a photoshoot. but before that, seojun’s lips had only been merely a few millimeters apart from yours - one millisecond away from who knows what…
you have to get out of there, you think.
because now any progress - every painstaking step you’d taken at overcoming your unrequited feelings, your all-consuming pining for the man, in the previous weeks avoiding him for that purpose had been for nothing. so easily as you’d expected, seojun just shattered your carefully constructed but fragile barriers into heartbreaking fragments… so obliviously too.
you push him off of you immediately and head out of the room without a word, but one question in your mind.
why had he looked at you like that?
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“i need relationship advice.”
jugyeong’s eyes widen, food halfway to her mouth. relationship is the least of the things she’d suspected seojun to be bothered by right now, especially with him denying that he liked anyone just a few weeks ago. “oh? what? really? i’m not really an expert on this subject though,” she says in a pout, but later sets down her chopsticks to give the other man her full attention. “lay it on me. i’ll try and be helpful.”
slowly, seojun swallows his food before he muses, “there’s this girl i like…” jugyeong nods at him to keep going. “but i’m going to move on.”
“huh? why? have you told her how you feel?”
seojun chuckles, “no.”
the girl frowns disappointedly. “but you’re already moving on?”
seojun smiles sadly to himself at the brief recall of memories, all pointing to one person. your unforgettable reaction that night when he’d confidently put you in suho’s friendzone, your description of your type in men (which, at one point in the past weeks, he’d foolishly hoped matched him), and that kiss. the kiss that cemented all his suspicions. the kiss you’d appearingly enjoyed with the other person then, versus the vivid memory of you pushing him off to get away from just him, after that photoshoot. “she likes someone else.”
the words leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
jugyeong blinks before straightening up in her seat. “do you like her a lot?”
“yeah…” seojun hums with another smile despite the heavy weight in his chest. “a lot.”
“so what if she likes somebody else? i didn’t expect you to be the type to give up on someone so easily.”
seojun stares at the clueless girl in guilt when he says, “but he likes her too.”
if only jugyeong knew.
“still. it’s not too late if they aren’t dating yet,” she argues, though the boy seems to have already given up on the girl in question. jugyeong sighs in understanding before flashing her friend a smile in attempt to lift his mood. “she must be some girl for you to have a crush on,” she teases, “she must be beautiful.”
seojun hums in agreement. “she is,” he says, chuckling to himself, “i have high standards, you know.”
“seriously,” jugyeong scolds, “then you should tell her soon and make her your girlfriend.”
seojun smiles weakly. “do you think… she would come to me if i did?”
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turning your head to acknowledge the sudden appearance of your friend, your eyes follow suho as he takes a seat beside you in the nearly empty library. “how’d you know i was here?”
“where else would you be, cutting school?” he retorts, causing you to scowl.
“why, you don’t think i can do that?” you bite back defensively, slamming your book shut and pushing it aside so you can rest your cheek on the palm of your hand to look at the boy with full attention.
suho shrugs, “but you’d rather be doing homework. am i not right?”
“tch,” you utter in defeat, the corners of your mouth twitching as you try to hold back a smile. “am i that boring?”
“who says you are?“ he frowns, quick to react as though you’d offended him, “you’re far from boring.”
you blink, feeling your heart stutter over his simple words.
it’s always like this. you showing the slightest hint of self-doubt, self-deprecation - even jokingly - and suho catching you off-guard with a compliment or reassurance that always leaves you feeling a little bit better about yourself, sometimes special, even. and you never have to question the sincerity behind his words like you often would with other people, because he just always is, when it comes to you. it’s like he genuinely believes you’re special, and it’s his duty to make you know so.
but you don’t think it’s ever been like this. never been accompanied by a hint of that all-too-familiar feeling… one you were actually starting to think only seojun was capable of evoking, no one else. and yet here it is. faint, but there.
feeling all of a sudden uneasy under your stare, suho shifts in his seat, tearing his eyes off you to search for something to talk about. “what’s that?” he blurts, pointing to something behind you.
“hmm?” you hum, still tranced, sliding your arm off the table to look at the object of his attention: a cute medium-sized, pastel-colored paper bag that’s been sitting atop the table along with the rest of your belongings.
“oh, this…” your lips curl into a fond smile, briefly glancing at the bag’s contents even if you’d already taken a look at them earlier - candies, snacks, a pocket-sized stuffed animal meant to make you smile, along with a small thank you note, for being such a kind person, it says. “a gift.”
“gift to whom…?”
“from,” you correct, chewing on your bottom lip in a moment of contemplation before you continue, “from jugyeong.“
carefully, you gauge his expression and catch as it flickers with sadness that almost has you reaching out to comfort him, but, similarly, you feel something knot in your own chest at the thought of the girl as well.
jugyeong, who always smiled at you at every given opportunity, just as how seeing her always made you smile, too. earlier, she’d come to you and asked you to stick your hand out for a gift - a gift you didn’t quite deserve, honestly.
you’d seen her bare face, kept your promise not to tell anyone, but haven’t you just been doing what a normal person should? just why would you go around telling other people another person’s business, anyway?
and so at that moment, you understood - why everyone seemed to adore the girl. not only was she pretty enough to attract a lot of eyes, but she also had a beautiful, bright personality that unfailingly caught people’s hearts as well. yours wasn’t an exception. and neither was seojun’s or suho’s.
she reminds you of seyeon just a little bit.
lately, you’ve been finding yourself wanting to be around the girl, wanting to strike up a conversation, just genuinely wanting to be her friend. but, understandably, jugyeong was almost never alone. there was always sua, soojin… seojun.
of course.
no matter how much you’ve grown to like the girl, there is still that ache, the pang of jealousy that always came at the thought of her.
and now there is also that guilt…
slowly, your gaze shifts to suho when your train of thought leads you back to him. surprisingly, since that day, nothing has changed in the way you got along with each other. and as much as a relief it is to you that whatever happened hadn’t ruined your precious friendship, you can’t help the questions that still linger in your mind - can’t keep pretending like nothing happened.
”h- hey, um,” you begin, clearing your throat awkwardly and immediately catching the boy’s attention. his eyes flicker downwards, where he finds your hands starting to pick at the loose threads of your uniform. and just as he expects, “about the other day…”
for a few seconds, suho’s eyes linger on yours before they trail away and settle on something else at a distance. he looks neither tense or awkward, just calm, as though he’s already prepared himself for this conversation.
the truth is, he has. he’s thought about it more times than he could count in the past few days, replayed the scene over and over. he’s wondered what it meant for both you and him, if it would change anything, if he wanted to do anything about it… how much he liked it… and why he’d done it in the first place.
at that time, the urge to kiss you had been so strong. after all, his feelings for you had once been fiery and consuming long time ago. perhaps seojun acknowledging them all of a sudden had opened the cap of where they had previously been safely contained, and caused some them to resurface.
if he’d ever thought about making a move or confessing to you in the past, he had. several times. however, it wasn’t hard for him to tell then that his best friend liked you, too, just as how it was easy to figure out that you felt the same about the other.
that was the reason why he’d kept those feelings hidden well - he didn’t want to get in the way.
eventually, they died down, anyway. eventually, the ache of seeing his two best friends’ oblivious pining for each other became more bothersome than the ache of not having his feelings reciprocated by you. and that goes on until now - seeing you heartbroken these days just because the other boy was still failing to realize his own feelings frustrated him, too.
but he knows, deep down, seojun will come through. he just needs to come to his senses.
“it didn’t mean anything,” you say, voice breaking through his thoughts, “right?“
no. suho wants to say no. it did mean something to him. and the glint of hope in your eyes at the moment makes him want to tell the truth all the more - makes him think he actually stands a chance.
“yeah…” suho finally answers.
because despite all the uncertainty, one thing that’s clear to him is that in the past few days he’s been trying to understand his own heart, one person’s name had been insistent, loud and unignorable. that girl, he misses more than anything. and he knows, for sure, that this is the one thing he’d definitely regret not doing about if he didn’t. not him failing to confess to you.
once again, silence fills the air, and you feel the slightest disappointment in your stomach over this confirmation.
but that however doesn’t last long when you feel it quickly being replaced by relief. acceptance. you feel at ease - like a weight you didn’t know you’d been holding has been lifted off your chest.
you feel a little bit funny for having actually hoped for something else, too. because somehow, all of a sudden, that kiss, and all the thoughts and temporary feelings that came with it, feel like a distant memory to you now.
to suho, it would take a little more time to forget completely, but for now he feels the same relief as you do.
slowly, your mouth lifts into a genuine smile. “okay…”
you feel warmth spread across your chest when suho returns it. all the more so when his shoulders start to shake in a silent chuckle, eyes crinkling just a tiny bit more.
“okay.”
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time heals, but it could also fester.
after having only told yourself things like pain is temporary and things just have to get worse before they get better in the past few weeks, you’re finally admitting to yourself that this isn’t it.
it’s always when you reach your bedroom at the end of the day where you let yourself crumble. you can’t count with all your fingers and toes the amount of times these four walls have witnessed you desperately reach out for your phone to call the boy. only almost. because every time, you managed to talk yourself out of it.
but as your mind continuously repeats suho’s words this afternoon, you realize just how much you’ve actually been waiting to hear it.
i think you should talk to seojun.
after all, it’s been a month and the ache still hasn’t gotten easier. the sad, dull ache - the longing for that person that seems to always permeate everything in the end, no matter how much you try to distract yourself from it.
isn’t confession the only thing that’s left?
or maybe you just need more time. another month, perhaps…
but no. seojun deserves to know the truth. one hundred percent of it. it’s what you both deserve anyway. you’re going to confess, have him reject you, and then you’ll finally be able to move on.
what have you got to lose now, anyway?
your thumbs hover over your keyboard.
but just as you’re about to compose your text, three dots suddenly appear at the bottom of your messages, indicating that the other is typing. you almost drop your phone at the sight.
your heart hammers against your rib cage as you spend a whole minute watching as those dots keep disappearing and reappearing on your screen. you wait for what feels like forever, until the words finally arrive, message unexpectedly short for the amount of time it had taken the other:
can we talk?
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soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
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a/n: the final official part has arrived bffs </3 i will be doing an epilogue of just pure fluff do not fret <333 i hope u all enjoy this one !! made it xtra long for y’all <3 let me know what you guys think pls !! , i cried writing jt and the ending is my favorite thing ever eeek !!!
You were sitting on the couch next to Natasha, it was quiet as the news played on the tv in front of the two of you, news reporters talking about the aftermath of Thanos’ doing. 
23 days.
23 days since you had lost half the team, since you had lost half the universe. Since you had lost bucky.
Life was dull, you cried for hours on end at night, longing filling your chest. Sometimes you would dream of him, a smile on your face as you slept. Then you would wake up, reaching out next to you in hopes of your fingers being met with the cold vibranium of his arm. You were met with cold sheets, emptiness.
Steve missed him too, sometimes he would sit next to you when you were in tears, placing an arm around you and comforting you as best he could. Natasha and him took turns watching over you, making sure you stayed healthy.
The sound of low rumbling brought you out of the trance you were in, you furrowed your brows and looked at nat, she looked back at you equally as confused. As you went to get up things around you started shaking, steve came of the restroom concerned.
“what the hell is that?” You questioned, Rhodey and banner walking into the room together. The five of you ran out into the yard, looking up your eyes went wide. You recognized carol carrying the giant ship, you had met briefly when she came to earth after receiving Fury’s signal.
Your mouth flew open and tears filled your eyes as you saw tony, a smile on your face as Steve ran to tony, steadying him as the woman next to him handed him off.
The rest of you watched from afar as pepper ran up to tony, the two hugging. You felt your heart tug in your chest as the two soulmates embraced.
You were sat next to thor as while the others explained what happened, though you figured from the pain in their eyes they had suffered the consequences of thanos’ actions themselves.
“whats wrong with them?” Tony asked, looking at you and thor.
“oh he’s pissed, he thinks he failed, which he did-” the raccoon continued to talk but you zoned out.
“did barnes..?” Tony asked softly and steve nodded, his eyes softened, if he had the energy he would’ve gotten up and hugged you.
As they continued to talk you could see tony getting angrier at the captain, you hated it. You hated knowing that things would most likely never be the same between the two friends. You watched teary eyed as the two argued, the lump growing in your throat.
Thor placed his hand on you arm gently, reassuring you everything would be okay. You looked up and saw tony take out his arc reactor, shoving it into Steve’s hand.
“here, take this. You find him, and you put that on, you hide” tony spat, immediately falling to the ground. Steve was quick to catch him, holding him up.
Before you knew it he was passed out, steve carrying him quickly to a bed with steve and Rhodey hot on his heels.
You sat back down next to thor, he handed you some of whatever he was snacking on and you smiled at him softly. The two of you watching the rest of the team bicker and talk about where thanos was.
“-unfortunately they didn’t have you guys” carol replied to Rhodey, you looked at thor, nudging him and he nodded, getting up while he still chewed.
Thor walked up to carol, holding his hand out as Stormbreaker came to him, barely missing carol. The two stared at each other before thor nodded.
“I like this one” he turned to you and you gave him a tight lipped smile.
“Let’s go get this son of a bitch” steve spoke, a determined look on his face as everyone moved to get ready.
“y/n are you not coming?” Steve spoke and you hesisted, looking around before shaking your head.
“I’m gonna stay here with tony and pepper, in case they need something” you replied, fiddling with the dog tags you still wore around your neck.
Steve knew that wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t push you, simply nodding his head, giving you a hug and then walking away.
You sat back on the couch after letting pepper know you would be there if they needed anything. You let your mind wander back to the flash on you and bucky at a picnic, the sun seemed so bright and you caught yourself smiling as you thought of bucky. Your eyes were closed as you seemingly looped the flash of your futures in your head.
“isn’t the sunset so beautiful james” you sighed contently, a small smile on your face as you looked at the pinks and reds. You turned to look at bucky, but he was gone. “Bucky?” Your heart raced, tears in your eyes as you looked around.
“y/n?” You whipped around quickly, mouth falling open as you saw bucky fading into dust.
“no!” You cried out, running to catch him.
Your eyes shot open and your heart raced in your chest. That can’t be right, that can’t happen. Bucky was your soulmate. Those visions were set in stone they had to happen, those were the rules, they can’t just change all of a sudden. Right?
You peeked into the room, checking in on tony and pepper.
“can i get some water actually?” Pepper asked and you nodded, quickly coming back with water and some snacks for her. “Thanks” you whispered and you smiled at her.
“they’ll bring him back, i know they will” pepper reassured you. You gaveher the best smile you could manage and replied, “i know.”
You held out hope for the time the others were out. Shaking away the thought of the flashes of your future changing. It’s just because I’m on edge, that’s it. You reasoned, your leg bouncing as you waited for them to return.
Everyone walked in, you ran up to them hopeful for good news, you looked at steve with a smile, hugging him and holding your hand in his. He felt his heart crush in his chest, this was the happiest you’d been since the decimation and it was going to be torn from you immediately.
“so? did you get the stones? when are we getting everyone back? Does someone need to snap or clap or what? did you guys kill him?” You rushed out, eyes shining in hope as you looked at everyone. Your stomach fell as you saw the look on their faces.
“he destroyed them” Natasha spoke cautiously, “there’s no more stones, we- there’s nothing we can do.”
“oh,” was all you managed to say, your hand going limp in Steve’s, you felt a new wave of pain coming up and you didn’t want to have another meltdown infront of them.
“y/n, please we’re here for you” steve spoke, trying to grasp your hand again after you pulled it out of his.
“I’m fine” you smiled, walking away quickly to your room. Steve sighed, going to follow you but Natasha stopped him, knowing you would want some space.
You laid on your bed, at first nothing happened, you just looked up at your ceiling, an emptiness in your chest. Then it all hit you.
Bucky was gone, there was nothing that could bring him back. The one person you were destined to was gone and you couldn’t do a single thing about it. The little time you had together wasn’t nearly enough to you. The two day trips to wakanda left you wanting more, but you could never get more time. You were always out of time.
For years you had been praying to finally touch your soulmate, to meet them and live a long happy life together. You knew you would never get that the moment you reached out to bucky and saw your future with him. You knew the road would be bumpy but you held out hope, both of you did. You tried to keep him within your grasp, you tried to hold him close to your heart for as long as you could despite knowing you were out of time. You thought of how he would embrace you, how he would keep you safe in his arms while you slept.
Now you slept in an empty bed, knowing there wouldn’t be a next visit to wakanda. Knowing your soulmate was gone and you didn’t get to say goodbye. Knowing you were back to where you started- Alone.
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Five years.
It had been five years since the Decimation happened, everyone else called it the blip.
Gently, you set down the bag of groceries, finally closing your apartment door after your third trip up. You arranged everything quietly, 40s music softly playing from your speaker and the jingle of Buckys dog tags filling the apartment.
You never took them off. They were all you had of him, they were the only thing to keep you going. You would fiddle with them and hold them close to your chest. They brought you comfort. The same comfort bucky would give you, the comfort he had given you during your time in wakanda. The same you should’ve had right in this moment.
One more fight
The words rang in your ears, taunting you. Rage, sadness and pain all filled your chest, your heart aching as you finished putting everything away, shutting the music off and turning on the tv. You looked down at the dog tags that rested on your chest, tears welling in your eyes as you read over them.
The hot tears fell down your face and you held the dog tags tightly in your hands, mind going blank as you let yourself wallow in the pain for a moment.
Your phone rang and you wiped your tears away, sniffling as you saw Steve’s contact picture. You hesisted before answering.
“hi steve!” You spoke brightly, putting on your best act.
“hey y/n how are you?” Steve spoke smoothly and you wiped at your tears before replying.
“I’m doing good! Just got back from the grocery store” you wanted to hang up, to just watch reruns of your favorite show and forget about everything
“are you sure?” Steve spoke cautiously and you replied quicker than you intended, “course I’m sure!”
Then there was a knock on your door.
“great because I’m outside” steve replied happily, hanging up and waiting outside. Your stomach fell, you looked in the mirror, your eyes and nose were redándolo your cheeks flushed.
Quickly you ran to splash water on your face, taking in a shaky breath as you dried your face and moved to open the door, putting a smile on your face and greeting steve.
“if it isn’t my favorite captain” you smiled, steve looked at you warily, taking you into a hug after you let him in.
“you forget i have enhanced hearing y/n, i know you were sniffling right before opening the door” steve spoke bluntly and your shoulders fell. “y/n, you can’t keep shutting me out, Natasha is worried about you too” he spoke softly, taking your hand and leading you to your couch.
“i just miss him” you whispered and steve sighed, pulling you into him so your head rested on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you as you cried quietly.
“i know, i do too, we just have to learn to live without him, he would want you to start a life y/n, you don’t have to be alone” steve spoke. His presence was calming.
You and steve had been friends for so long, there was a reason he knew he could call you when SHIELD fell. You were the one to help him adjust to modern society, you were his first friend out of the ice.
“how about you go shower and change, and I’ll make some food for us okay? We can watch your show while we eat” steve smiled, he knew you hadn’t showered in three days from the way your hair was tangled and messily thrown into a ponytail.
“okay” you nodded, smiling softly as he helped you up, handing you some tissues before the two of you headed to do your own things.
You were grateful for steve, he had always been there to check up on you, constantly making sure you were okay. You had basically shut everyone else out, Natasha didn’t really reach out. You didn’t blame her.
You walked out of your room, the smell of pasta hitting your nose and your stomach growled, steve smiled as he set out the two plates.
“tried my best” he mumbled and you shook your head.
“thank you steve” you hugged him tightly and he returned it, letting go after a couple moments so the two of you could eat.
“i saw some whales the other day” you spoke up, “when i was coming up the bridge” steve smiled, glad to know you were leaving the apartment.
“fewer ships, cleaner water” he nodded, “might tell Nat, I’m sure she could use some good news” you nodded.
The two of you ate in silence, watching your favorite show as you did. Steve stayed for a bit longer before heading back to the compound. He hugged you tightly and you held onto him.
“promise you’ll reach out” steve pleaded and you nodded, “I’ll try” he smiled at your words, it was a start.
It hadn’t even been an hour when steve was calling you again, you rolled your eyes as you answered the phone.
“steve im not crying i swear” you joked, a small smile on your face.
“you have to get to the compound” he spoke in a serious tone and your stomach dropped, “scott Lang is here” you felt your heart race.
“wasn’t he- i thought he-” you cut yourself off, moving to get a jacket and your car keys, “I’m on my way.”
When you arrived you rushed towards the living room watching as Scott paced infront of steve and Natasha
As you set next to steve, scott began to ramble, talking about quantum physics and his time i. The quantum realm.
“wait, are you talking about a time machine?” You asked him, and he shook his head.
“no, of course not, it’s like a- yeah a time machine i know it’s crazy but there’s gotta be a way” scott mumbled.
“Scott, i get emails from a raccoon, nothing sounds crazy anymore” you smiled at natashas comment.
“so who do we talk about this?” Scott asked nervously, you and steve looked at each other for a second.
Tony.
The four of you approached the cabin, your heart heavy as your eyes land on tony. You knew how much he wanted to just stay out of everything, he was happy for once, he was with his soulmate, he had a family.
“we know what it sounds like” Scott spoke as he finished explaining his plan.
You were quiet as tony and steve talked, Scott joining in when he mentioned his plan of a time heist.
“we can bring everyone back” Natasha reasoned and tony scoffed a little. “Or we could make things worse” he stated and you shifted. The four bickered for a while longer before you spoke up.
“Tony, we have to take a stand” his eyes landed on you and his gaze softened a bit.
“we did stand, and yet here we are” he spoke sharply.
“i know you got a lot on the line, a wife, a daughter, but i lost someone very importantly me, a lot of people did-” you zoned out as Scott spoke, your eyes resting on the lake and watching as the water moved slowly.
“Mommy told me to come and save you!” Morgan smiled as Tony picked her up. You smiled at the pair.
“good job, I’m saved” tony smiled at her, he turned to you guys before sighing, “i wish you’d come to ask for something else, i missed you guys” his eyes were soft and he spoke sincerely.
“I’m happy for you, i really am. But this is a second chance” steve pleaded and tony replied quickly, “i got my second chance right here.”
“Aunt y/n!” Morgan smiled as her eyes landed on you, wiggling out of her dads grasp as she ran to hug you.
“hi little stark” you smiled, picking her up with ease and carrying her on your hip.
Tony smiled at you as the steve and Natasha looked at you in confusion.
“i visit, I’m not a horrible person” you mumbled, you knew steve would have some choice words for you later.
“If you don’t talk shop, you can stay for lunch” tony spoke up, the others sighed, walking towards the car.
You set Morgan down, telling her to head inside. You gave Tony a hug, “I’ll visit soon, just haven’t been feeling the best” you mumbled and he rubbed your back.
“you always have a room here y/n” he smiled softly and you nodded, waving goodbye before going the other three in the car.
“we’re gonna need a big brain” steve spoke, Scott looked at him in disbelief.
“bigger than his?” Scott questioned and you rolled your eyes, knowing you would be seeing Bruce soon.
“can you drop me off at home actually?” you spoke up, steve looking at you for a moment before nodding, driving to your apartment building. You got out quickly and said goodbye, “let me know what you guys find” steve, Natasha and Scott nodded, wishing you goodnight.
The cold New York air nipped at your skin as you rushed up your stairs, holding your jacket tightly as you fumbled with your key and let yourself in, sighing when you closed the door.
You changed into your pajamas quickly, brushing your teeth before grabbing the notebook and your pen on your nightstand and sliding into bed. You flipped to the next empty page as you began to write.
hi james,
today was okay, steve came over and found me crying. he stayed and made dinner, he’s been taking care of me for a while now, i feel kinda guilty.
You continued to write into the journal, letting all your feelings pour out into the page. As you finished for the night you clicked you pen and set them on your nightstand. You had finished all the pages in the notebook already. With a sigh you got up from your bed, grabbing the small notebook and placing it on the floor as you reached for a container under your bed.
You reached for the lid and opened it, there were numerous other notes book, you placed the one you had just written in next to your last one, closing the lid and sliding it back under your bed.
For the past five years you’ve been writing to bucky, it helped you stay somewhat sane. If he ever came back you didn’t want him to feel left out, you wanted to make sure he felt like he didn’t miss those five years of your life. You wanted him to be there. Your hands fiddled with the dog tags as you laid on your side.
You needed him to be here with you.
The next morning you woke up to a call from steve, with fuzzy vision your answered the phone, bringing it to your ear.
“hello?” You mumbled and steve spoke quickly, your eyes widened as he spoke.
“tony found a way” was all you needed to hear to have you scrambling to get ready.
“be there in 30” you rushed out, a smile on your face. You felt hope blossoming in your chest, thoughts of the picnic with bucky flooded your mind as you got ready.
You were going to get him back. You were going to be together.
You ran into the compound as smiled at those around you, rocket looked at you in shock when you smiled at him.
“didn’t know she did that” he remarked and Scott looked at him equally as shocked.
“Steve! Tony!” You beamed, crashing into them and taking them into a group hug. You let out a sigh of happiness.
“Is it true? Can we actually get them back?” Your eyes shined and tony found his heart growing, it had been so long since you had been happy.
“we have a shot kid” he nodded, “Clint just tried it out and it worked,” your smile grew, throwing your arms around him as everyone gathered into the room
“well what are we waiting for? Let’s plan this heist!” You smiled, looking at everyone and steve nodded.
You listened as everyone spoke, sharing their knowledge on the stones. You sat next to Natasha who was taking notes, glancing over at them your gears turned, speaking up as they talked about Stephen Strange.
“he lived in New York?” You questioned and they nodded, Tony rolling his eyes at you, “are you paying attention?”
“if you pick the right year there’s three stones in New York” you replied quickly, everyone looking at you in surprise.
Not long after your realization there was finally a formulated plan. You were nervous, excited and hopeful. You were going to get everyone back, you were going to get bucky back.
“Six stones, three teams, one shot” you mumbled, everyone nodding as you looked at the plan you had come up with steve and tony.
“I’ll stay behind just in case, you all know what you’re doing and ive been out of the loop so” you trailed off and they nodded.
“you already did enough, i mean you came up with the whole plan” tony scoffed and you smiled at him.
“you guys got this” you encouraged them, natasha smiling at you. Without hesitating you pulled the three in for a hug, squeezing tightly before letting go.
“okay, go kick some ass” you smiled.
The team filed onto the time machine and you waited by the buttons, looking for steve signal.
“see you in a minute” natasha called out to you and you waved goodbye, pressing the buttons and holding your breath and they all shrunk and disappeared from your sight.
It was only a minute later when they all appeared, you smiled as you ran up to them, quickly doing a headcount. Your stomach fell when you saw Natasha was missing.
“Clint wheres nat” you asked quietly, voice shaking. He didn’t reply. You stumbled back, teary eyed as you walked out.
You looked at the lake, steve, Tony, thor, Clint and Bruce gathered around you.
“do we know if she had any family?” Tony asked and you scoffed.
“us” steve spoke up and Thor looked at them confused.
“you’re acting like she’s dead, why are we acting like she’s dead?” Thor spoke up, his voice growing louder and you winced as he continued, Clint soon jumping in and arguing with him. The two men shouted and you let your tears fall silently, steve noticed and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.
“she’s not coming back” Bruce mumbled quietly.
“we have to make it worth it” you spoke up, wiping your tears and standing up.
“we will” steve spoke, getting up after you did.
“the what are we waiting for” you looked at them with a small smile, squeezing Clint’s arm before walking past him and into the lab.
You waited anxiously for them to finish the gauntlet, jumping up when rocket walked in with it in hand.
“who’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?” Thor spoke up, immediately volunteering.
“no Thor, wait a second” you stopped him, everyone else protesting his actions.
“what we’re just waiting for the right opportunity?” He huffed and Scott spoke up.
“we should at least discuss it”
Thor nodded his head, speaking up again, “I’m the strongest avenger this is my responsibility, it’s my duty” you were quick to stop him.
“it’s not about that” you spoke gently. He furrowed his brows and turned to look at you angrily.
“stop it! Just let me!” You could see the tears in his eyes, “let me do something good, something right”
Tony explained to him the power the stones had, trying to reason for him to not do it. Thor argued right back before Bruce cut him off, explaining how it almost killed thanos when he snapped and how no one else could survive it.
“how do you know you will?” Steve asked cautiously.
“it’s mainly gamma, it’s like i was made for this” he whispered as everyone moved back you noticed Nebula was missing.
Bruce’s grunts of pain made you focus back onto him, “are you okay? talk to me!” You screamed, frantic as he yelled in pain.
“I’m okay!” He spoke fighting against the pain and snapping his fingers, you held your breath as he did so, your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
You looked out the window and saw two birds, a smile on your face as you realized it had worked. Clint had a smile on his face as he answered a call, “honey, honey!” He spoke.
You turned to tell the team it had worked, but before you could you were blasted away by missiles, the compound crumbling underground.
You groaned as you heard rocket calling out for her, you and Rhodey doing your best to free him. Finally he wiggled free, the three of you sighing before your eyes went wide. A flood of water washing over the three of you as you panicked.
Rhodey called for help and you heard Scott on the other end. You kept your head up high, trying to not drown, rocket clung onto you as Bruce tried to hold the structure up.
“see you on the other side” Rhodey spoke and you geared up shaking your head.
“Hang on! I’m coming!” Scott yelled and you tried your best to stay above water, Rhodey struggling next to you as rocket clung onto your back.
Before you knew it you were clinging onto Scott as he turned into giant man, Rocket continued to Clint onto you and Rhodey held on for fear life.
Scott placed you and rocket down, you spotted the wakandans next to you and ran towards them, smiling as you saw t’challa and shuri amongst them.
“shuri!” You cried out, hugging her tightly. She handed you a gun and some knives and you quickly strapped them to you. “How’d you know” you smiled and she shrugged.
“you people never seem prepared for battle” she teased and you smiled, standing next to her as you prepared to face thanos’ army.
Your eyes scanned the crowd for bucky, heart beating louder and louder and you couldn’t find him. You ran onto the battlefield with everyone, immediately shooting and fighting the aliens off.
You shot them as fast as you could, but they were quickly surrounding you, grunting as one of them tackled you,
Before you could even think of grabbing a knife it’s body fell limp and you pushed it off you, looking at the bullet wounds.
“hope you haven’t been fighting like that this whole time doll”
You felt your heart drop and your stomach flutter. Bucky.
You turned around quickly, a smile on your face as your eyes met his baby blue one. Your smile grew as you ran towards him, dropping your gun and throwing yourself onto him. He picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you tightly.
“you’re here, you’re back, you’re here” you spoke over and over, tears streaming down your cheeks as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m here doll” he reassured you, holding onto you tightly and closing his eyes for a moment. The sound of an alien screaming made you snap out of your bubble.
You groaned as you picked up your gun, shooting it in the head before turning back to bucky, you smiled at him before crashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, leaning in for a second before the two of you pulled away.
“been waiting five years to do that” you spoke breathless and bucky smiled at you.
“after this you can kiss me all you want sweets” he spoke and you giggled, moving to press your backs against one another, shooting at the aliens.
You thought back to wakanda, how familiar it all was. But this time you would win. This time it was your last fight, you would win and you could go home with bucky. You could be with your soulmate.
You watched as the other tossed the gauntlet around, trying to keep it away from thanos.
“Bucky we have to go help them!” You called out and he nodded, the two of you running towards where steve, Thor and tony were, helping fend off the aliens attacking them.
You saw thanos get the gauntlet and you felt you blood run cold, you froze in your spot. Please, not again. You turned to bucky, dropping your weapon as you clung onto him tightly.
“not letting you go again” you mumbled, kissing him before letting go and grabbing a knife from your suit and running towards the titan.
You threw the knife at thanos with all you had, lodging it in his shoulder. He cried out in pain as it stabbed him, giving Tony the chance to attack him once more, pulling the gauntlet before Thanos punches him away.
“I am inevitable” thanos spoke, your blood ran cold as he snapped, flinching away when he did. When nothing happened you looked at him once more, a smile on your face as you saw the glove had no stones.
“And i” tony spoke, “am Iron man” he snapped his fingers, the white light blinding you before bucky pulled you into him, shielding you from the light.
As the two of you looked again you saw the aliens fading into dust. You held Buckys hand tightly, your knuckles white. You looked at him in excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck when you realized you had won.
You had won.
Turning quickly you ran to look for tony and steve, the smile falling from your face when you saw peter over Tony’s body.
You ran towards him, falling to your knees next to him.
“tony? no you can’t” you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes and he turned to look at you.
“hey kid, take care of my girls yeah?” He smiled and you shook your head, “you can take care of em you have to hold on a bit longer” you protested.
“always told you that you had one hell of a throw” he chuckled dryly, “‘ts what helped me get the stones” he smiled gently and you broke down into tears, “you have him now, you’ll be okay” he whispered.
Bucky pulled you aside, letting pepper speak to tony. You cried into Buckys chest, not knowing what would happen to you if you looked back.
It happened so fast.
You were in a black dress outside the cottage you had visited countless time. You didn’t imagine the next time you visited would be for Tony’s funeral.
Bucky held your hand, his thumb making small circles on the back of your hand to calm you down. You could help but lean into him, his presence relaxing you immediately.
You smiled fondly as you thought back to the time tony tried to talk you into breaking up with bucky one time after you came back from wakanda. You knew he was joking but he still felt a little bad, buying you dinner as compensation
As the service ended you followed bucky, steve and Sam to the time machine where Bruce waited.
You stood next to bucky as steve said goodbye to Sam, walking up to you guys next.
“Don’t do anything stupid ‘til i get back” steve spoke and bucky smiled.
“how can i? you’re taking all the stupid with you” the hugged tightly for a bit before pulling apart.
“gonna miss you buddy” bucky sighed and steve looked at him softly.
“it’s gonna be okay buck” he turned to you.
“bye steve” you let out softly, bottom lip quivering. He hugged you tightly, kissing your temple softly.
“you’re still gonna be my favorite best friend” he spoke softly and you smiled, letting out a soft chuckle before sniffling.
“you finally have him back y/n, you’re gonna be happy, i promise” you nodded and hugged him one more time, knowing it would be the last time.
As he stepped into the time machine you melted into Buckys side, he put an arm around you and kissed the top of your head.
Steve vanished as he went to return the stones, seconds later Bruce signaled to bring him back, but he didn’t appear.
“where is he?” Sam spoke, worry lacing his voice.
“I don’t know he blew right past his time stamp, he should be here” Bruce panicked and you and bucky looked around your eyes landing Onondaga older version of him sitting on a log.
You nudged bucky as you heard sam and Bruce arguing.
“sam” you called out, looking at him before back at steve. Sam walked towards you cautiously as you pointed at steve.
“go ahead” bucky spoke to the man, the two of you smiled at sam as he approached steve.
You and bucky smiled as steve handed sam the shield. A grin on your face as he put the shield on his arm.
“he’s gonna be a great captain america” bucky smiled fondly and you nodded. “Steve made the right choice” you added.
The two of you walked away hand in hand, getting into your car and heading back to your apartment. Bucky settled in quickly, sitting on your couch and pulling you down with him, a small squeal leaving your lips as your back crashed onto his chest.
“missed you so much buck” you mumbled, wiggling so that you could cuddle into him, leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck and onto his jawline.
“i missed you too doll” he whispered, kissing you softly, his hand moving to the back of your neck. He pulled away when he pinky felt the familiar chain of his dog tags, hooking it onto his pinky and pulling them out from under your shirt.
“you kept them?” He looked at you teary eyed and you nodded, heart racing.
“they were the only thing left of you, course i did” you smiled, taking them off and placing them onto him, fixing them so that they laid on his chest.
“that reminds me!” You smiled, getting off of him and running to your room, pulling the bin from under your bed and carrying it towards bucky.
“i- uh- when you were gone i wrote in these journals almost everyday, to kinda keep you up to date for when you got back” you smiled sheepishly and bucky felt his heart grow in his chest.
“you never lost faith?” He questioned, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. You shook your head.
“sometimes i wanted to” you mumbled, holding his hand in yours, “but you never took me on a picnic so i wasnt letting you go so easily” you pouted and he smiled, kissing you.
The two of you smiled into the kiss, giggling and he peppered kisses all over your face.
“I’m your forever y/n y/l/n” bucky whispered, his forehead resting against yours. You felt your heart rate speed up, your stomach full of butterflies. Closing your eyes as you relished the moment.
“and I’m yours forever bucky barnes” you kissed him softly before opening your eyes, the two of you pulling away a bit.
You reached out and caressed his cheek, you smiled at each other. You finally had your soulmate, and you had forever together.
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                             You did it constantly, whenever you got the chance you would do it. You would constantly touch or play with his sensitive nipples whether someone was watching or not you would do it.
Squeezing his breasts and pinching them in between your fingers. Everyone had gotten used to it by now, including other heroes, hawks and sometimes even the kids but he would always scold you when you did 😛 
Until one day you just stopped.  
Enji hated it when you would do it in front of people, the looks he would get when civilians saw what you were doing. He always got angry at you or gave your hand a slap when he saw your sly fingers coming close to his chest.
He told you not to do it in front of other people and you respected that for a day or so before continuing your inappropriate actions. Enji got used to it, he would still feel embarrassment and shame and would try to stop you whenever he could, but he had expected it, still didn't accept it though.  
You hadn't touched his breasts even once, not even when you two were in private. Heck you didn't even look at them. Endeavour was happy that you had finally stopped but something was wrong. 
It had been a week or so since you had last touched his nipples and to be honest Enji was a mess.  
He wanted to feel your touch, what could he say you had him addicted to your touch. But he was stubborn and didn't want to admit that he was saddened by your new decision but one day he broke.  
He missed the feeling of your warm finger playing with his large pectorals. 
He didn't know why; he was supposed to be happy that you had stopped but all he fell was aching feeling in his stomach.
(Y/n) entered his home setting the bags of grocery food on the kitchen counter.
The kids were all out of the house for the night which made the house appear emptier than normal. (Y/n) assumed that Enji wasn't home yet based off the lack of sound. He finished putting the groceries away and stretched his body before heading to the room to sleep.
He turned the lights on and was surprised to see Enji sitting on their bed, looking like he was thinking hard.
"Baby I though you weren't here yet? Is everything ok?" You asked sitting beside him.
Enji combed his hand through his hair before nodding. "Everything's fine but i was just thinking. "You signaled for him to continue, "It's just and I am not insinuating anything by this, but you always used to touch me, and I was wondering why you stopped..." He mumbled the last part quietly. 
(You're strong ok o3o)
"Touch you? What do you mean?" You asked, Enjis face lit up into a bright red color.
He quickly stood up, " Nothing it doesn't matter anymore" he quickly moved to go into the restroom before you stopped him. Something in your mind clicking, "Come sit on my lap now." You said patting your lap.
Enji begrudgingly came over and sat on your laps trying not to put all his weight on you since you were smaller than him, but you pulled him down fully onto your lap.
"What do you want be to do baby~" you said nibbling his ear lobe. Enji squirmed in your lap his neck shivering.
"I want you to t-touch me like you u-used to," he said wrapping his hands around your neck.
You smiled innocently, "oh like this?" He asked pinching Enjis nipple, it had been so long since you last touched him and with you touching him so suddenly made him feel so sensitive. “A-aah~” he moaned holding on to you tight making his tits squish up together.
Getting more annoyed he stood up pulling his shirt over his head and removed his pants, he pulled your shirt off as well and pushed you on the bed with you leaning against the headboard and him straddling your hips. Since he was so much taller and buffer than you his chest was right in front of your face, he pushed his chest against your mouth.
You licked your lips and pushed your head in between his tits and sucked through the fabric of his shirt. He moaned out a whimper slightly annoyed that you didn’t just take off the shirt, he rocked his hips on your lap to show his annoyance.
You smirked but continued what you were doing moving your hand to his pant slowly massaging Endeavour through his pants, “Mmngh~” he moaned.  
You pulled away from his chest panting pulling Endeavors by his hair and kissing him forcing your tongue into his mouth. You removed your hand from his hair still kissing him moving and putting moth of your hands on his tits massaging them with your fingers. He moaned into the kiss, “Hah~(Y/n) mmm~please~” he mumbled in between kisses.  
You were surprised by the force but began sucking on his nipple nibbling his soft plump chest.
Enji moaned louder looking down seeing your mouth wrapped around his large pectoral making him whimper throwing his head back.
 Endeavour whimpered nodding his head staring back into your dark eyes, you growled, “You couldn’t even wait, were that excited for me to fuck you~” you moved your hands to his hips and began rapidly thrusting into him, “I knew you liked it when I touched your tits but were you that desperate?” you groaned aiming your hips to that special spot that made Enji see stars. 
He pulled away from the kiss and looked down zipping down your pants pulling both your boxer and pants off revealing your now hardened dick. 
Enji grabbed the lube from the drawer next to the bed squirting some on his hands, wrapping his fingers around your length jacking you off. (Y/n) groaned from the cold substance and Enjis large hand on him, Endeavour then lifted his hips positioning you at his entrance and pushed his hips down slowly. You quickly took notice of how loose he was; he was generally loose because of how much you two did it but he wasn’t tight at all. “You played with yourself before I got, here didn’t you?” You asked your eyes becoming dark and your voice going down a few decimals.
You looked up at his pleasure filled face getting harder from the euphoric face he had on, your eyes then trailed down to his tits and saw how his large pectorals bounced from the rough thrusting.
“Yes~Yes~F-uck~” he moaned grabbing onto your shoulders to keep himself steady. His body jolting up with every thrust, “All those times you told me to stop touching you, I bet you like to touch yourself to the thought of me touching you~” you whispered in his ear licking down his neck leaving multiple dark hickies knowing full well Endeavour will probably get mad at you for it later.
 Enjis body was shaking as your thrusts became harsher making Enji looked fucked up his tears streaming from his face as the pleasure became too much to handle. 
You bit on your lips your mouth watering from the delicious sight, without thinking you attached your mouth to his nipples sucking rougher than before making Enjis eyes cross as his body convulse as he came hard shooting his cum on both of your bodies. 
You groaned loudly from the sudden tightness around your dick and came hard into him making Enjis almost come another time but he just whimpered shaking from the hard round.
You disconnected from his tits and lifted him off of you rubbing his hips knowing they were probably very sore by now. You looked over at him and saw how he looked like he was about to pass out so you smiled kissing his lips before laying him down.
You were about to go clean him up but you felt his muscular hands wrap around you and pull you down. 
“Later” he mumbles pulling you to where his chest was in front of you. You sighed but snuggle into him wrapping your arms around his waist and falling asleep on his boobies. 
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