Tags: biting, kissing, fluff, confession scene, fish person loving a blondie, sweetness with a bit of bite
Summary: On a rainy, cold day, Sidon confesses his love to Link
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Lounging atop one of the watchtowers that sat at the end of the Inogo Bridge, Sidon gazed glumly at the rocky path that led away from the bridge and up into the mountains. Overhead, the sky was as grey as his mood. From that veil of grey, a heavy rain fell, turning the world into a blurred wash of blues and greens. The air was chilly but nothing his thick skin couldn’t handle. Though to anyone without tough Zora skin, it was a probably bundle yourself up and stay inside kind of temperature.
Time’s a ticking, hearts are running. Think that Cupid’s up to something. You ask me how I feel, I say nothing.
“Y/N/N? Are you okay?”
The sweet, scratchy voice that belonged to your best friend, Peter Parker, awoke you from your dreamy, afternoon daze.
“W-What? Oh, yeah yeah, I’m good,” you wave your right hand in his direction, as if saying that everything was fine and not to worry about.
The only consolation was, everything wasn’t fine.
Your wondrous mind had been slipping into an endless whirl-wind of confusion, guilt, and numerous other categories for the past couple of weeks. It seemed as if you didn’t know how to behave around anyone anymore, especially Peter for that matter. Every time someone would ask you a question, snapping you out of yet another daze, your state would jump into a lost one, confusion taking over as to what they were asking you. But, your mind was preoccupied with something, or someone else.
Peter Parker was the problem, and you hated it. Everything about him flooded your thoughts, day and night, all day, every day. You didn’t know how to control it, it just jumped upon you one day as he was speaking feverishly to you about one of his “Stark Internship Retreats". His eyes filled with excitement and wonder as he told you about his thrilling second life.
It seemed as at that moment, something inside you clicked, something that has never happened in the past seven years of your life with Peter. It scared you at first, your body and mind not knowing how to act in such a sudden and exhilarating situation.
Immediately, as you took notice of every little quirk and feature of Peter, your brain couldn’t help but make you blush and smile as the things popped into your head, over and over again.
And at that moment, you knew how your feelings were quickly laying themselves out. And you had no idea you wouldn’t be able to stop it.
But lately color seems so bright and the stars light up the night. My feet they feel so light, I’m ignoring all the signs.
’‘The sky is such a vibrant blue today, don’t you think?” you dazedly lean over to your friend Michelle, lying your head on her shoulder.
Michelle’s brown orbs tear away from her book,rolling her eyes at the interruption. Her eyes then narrow confusedly towards you, “Uhh, sure?” she questions, oddly looking down at your slumped figure.
Your lips turned up into a huge grin across your face while your Y/E/C eyes looked up towards the vibrant sky in a low haze. Your arms lay limp by your sides and your veins pursed with loving dreariness as the day went on. You couldn’t describe it. It was as if your thoughts clouded with no external thoughts of anything or anyone else. All that replayed in your head was…Peter.
Peter, Peter, Peter…
“What?” Michelle questioned you, her hand grasping her book as it fell by her sides, her attention fully faced to you.
Your eyes widened in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, “What?” you asked back defensively, wondering if you had made a strange noise or something that awoke her intent attention on the book.
Oh fuck, did I just say his name out loud?
Her finger pointed at you as your head shot up off her shoulder, “You just said Peter’s name like three times, out loud,” she pronounced loudly to you, your sudden thoughts just easily being exposed.
You shook your head vigorously back and forth, attempting to make your doubt evident to your friend, “No, no I didn’t. I said-”
“Noooo, you didn’t. You said Peter,” she came back instantly, not allowing you to let the topic go, “What is up with you?” she tagged on, her head titled in your direction, bewilderment displayed across her features.
Your teeth grabbed your bottom lip in guilt and uneasiness, not knowing whether you should allow your new beheld secret to slip through your chapped lips. It was Michelle, you’ve been friends for awhile and you trust her with everything. She and Peter are the two you tell absolutely everything to, and of course you couldn’t tell Peter this.
Guilt subdued and you sighed before, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to a nearby vacant spot in the park, “Okay I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
Her hands flew up in defense at your statement, “I promise, my mouth is completely shut,” she pretended to zip her lips before easing you to go on.
You inhaled deeply before shutting your eyes tightly, releasing them slowly as all of your thoughts for the past few weeks came flooding back, “Okay… I just sorta realized I’ve been in love with Peter for a really long fucking time and I don’t know how to deal that’s why I’ve been acting so weird and hazy lately okay it’s because Peter makes me go fucking insane but in a good way and it’s just freaking me out so that’s why okay I’m done-” you completely rushed out in a span of ten seconds, no pauses or breath being taken in your spill.
Michelle watched you oddly as you sucked in a new breath of air, regaining your previous state before rolling her eyes and throwing her hand up, “Uhm, obviously? I thought it was pretty mutual between you two?”
I keep on frontin’, yeah, I stay bluffin’. I keep you wonderin’, keep you huntin’ for my lovin’. But I crave us huggin’, yeah, I stay stubborn. ‘Cause I can’t admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em.
“Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?” you screamed out, face red with anger and concern towards your best friend.
“Y/N I’m fine!” Peter hollered back at you, eyes lit up with excitement once again as he came to your window still dressed in his attire, “I only came here to tell you how bad ass I was!”
You felt your protective instincts kick in as Peter blabbered on about how some bad guy tried to kill him once again. You couldn’t help it. Every time Peter approached you with yet another Spider-Man story, you couldn’t help but feel regret for that second persona he takes on almost every night. The risk of him getting severely hurt, or even killed put you in such a protective and weary state you didn’t know how to act or respond to his exciting stories.
These feelings have been immensely growing at a rapid rate ever since two days ago when Michelle spoke to you about her mutual sights and views between the two of you.
“Well, whenever I’m with both of you, one of the two of you always seems to be staring at the other. I mean, most of the time it’s you drooling over him in a lovey looking daze,” she laughs at your actions.
“Ha, very funny. Now, what else?” you pressured her, folding your arms over your chest and biting your lip.
She sighs, hand on her hip, “At lunch, when you'e always going on and on about how hard your math test was, he smiles a little, almost as if he liked seeing you talking non-stop.”
Your heart did a gigantic leap at the seemingly little yet grand gesture he felt towards you. God, that just proves how much of an impact this boy had on you. That small set of information from Michelle made you swoon for days.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true. Let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love).
You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Pining after someone who only sees you as a friend.
You slide out of yesterday’s conversation and back into reality, only to have Peter still jabbering on still about his greatest moment.
Tired of hearing him brag about how he almost got killed tonight, you put your hand up in front of him, cutting off his talking, “I swear to god if you ever do that again…” you glare at him annoyingly, shaking your head in disappointment.
He smiles brightly, rolling his eyes playfully, “I promise I won’t. Who else besides you is gonna keep me on the ground if I’m not here?” his play on words and sarcasm knowing exactly how to tug at your heart.
Smiling widely at his flirtatious comment and gesture, he leans over and wraps his arm tightly around your frame, his head digging into the crook of your neck, “You’re such a good friend, you know that?” he mutters softly into your neck.
Your heart aches a little as the word 'friend’ slips from between his lips, Masking your defeat, your hug him tighter, “I know.”
My heart’s pacin’, I’m confused, I’m dazin’. I saw something I never seen in you, It’s got me shakin’. I must be hallucinatin’, I hear it happens, I’m just sayin’. Babe, I’m just sayin’. Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons. I’m feeling like a child, I need something to play on.
One thing you didn’t know was that, Peter’s head had been occupied twenty-four-seven as well.
But, with thoughts of you.
He couldn’t describe it. I was as if everything in the world suddenly had a purpose, and that purpose was you. He knew it sounded crazy, of course it did. You were his best friend, the oe he confided everything to, and all of the sudden you went from closest confidant to someone Peter couldn’t slip out of his mind for just a second.
When you spoke to him, it was something that connected on a whole new level. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes sprang into his with such admiration that he felt his veins pulse with nerves. Your pretty lips that moved feverishly as you yelled at him for getting himself into more danger, became something he could stare at all day. And when you touched, oh. That set his whole body on fire. Your sweet, caring touch would send him into a daze of bliss as your bodies held each other in a hug.
He knew what was happening to him, and he knew he needed to act on it, fast. Unlike you, Peter was sure there was something magnificently mutual between you two, and he needed to show you.
I’m trying hard to trust you when you say, “Give me your hand.” Baby, I’m fallin’, I hope you catch me when I land.
Pete:): Come over as soon as you can. I need to tell you something.
You stared down at your phone wearily. It must be important, Peter never texted you without ending it in a smiley face or something. Nerves instantly wrack your body as you decide to make your way over there now, curious as to what could be so important.
Oh fuck, did he find out? No, there’s no way. Michelle would never and you hadn’t made it obvious, had you? Oh god, had you?
Shaking off the nervous energy, you grab your jacket and earbuds before heading out the door. Once outside, you slip in your earbuds, clicking shuffle on your most recent playlist. 'I Think I’m In Love’ by Kat Dahalia came on as you began the few block walk to Peter’s apartment.
"In my dreams you’re the dutch and I’m the duchess and your blunts are always loose, so I’m in charge of rollin’ dutches. And we getting so high, we always get the munchies. And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches. And we ain’t gotta label, we’re just rollin’ with the punches, I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches. And you say, “Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges.” I say, “Fuck you,” while I’m thinking of you as my husband. I think I’m in love…“
Damn, my girl Kat knows what’s up.
After ten minutes, your face comes in contact with Peter’s front door. As your hand began to knock, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a new text.
Pete:): The door is open when you get here. Just come in.
Your hand redirects to the doorknob, twisting it open you walk inside his vacant apartment. Quietness hits you as you make your way to Peter’s bedroom door. As your feet make way to him, your nerves begin to buildup once again, your mind wracking numerous terrible and nerve wracking situations that could possible happen within the next two minutes. Your knuckles daringly hit the door twice, stomach churning as you impatiently wait for Peter to open the door.
And once he does, you are taken in by his state. His beautiful brown eyes looked to be a nervous wreck. Hell, he looked to be a nervous wreck.
Well, guess that makes two of us.
His hair was sprawled in all different directions, looking as if he had been running his hands through it for a while. Confusion swam over you and you looked oddly at him, stepping into his dark room.
“Pete? Are you okay?” you question him as he walks behind you to shut the door. He sighs heavily, his thin lips forming a small line across his face in intense concern.
He walks back towards you, standing awkwardly in front of you, his eyes scanning everywhere in the room except to pass yours, “Uh, what? Yeah, I just wanted to…” he trails off, voice slowly becoming distant as you look down at his nervous figure to his hands rubbing themselves together roughly.
What is he doing? Why is he so nervous? You’re the one that’s nervous! Hell you’re the one who’s been nervous around him 24/7.
You dared to speak, interrupting his sighing session, “Tell me something? You sounded kind of urgent in your text.”
His head popped up in your comment, eyes meeting yours in a weary yet odd look. You felt as if he was freaking out about something serious, and you had no idea what. Stepping closer to him, you lied a hand on his shoulder, expressing excessive comfort to him.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” you urged him, head leaning closer to his. His eyes continued to stare into yours, little fleck of light brown swam around your gaze, heart now caught in your throat.
You showed him that you’re here, can he take a hint?
He stuttered out his next response, leaning closer to you almost in a whisper he muttered, “I know that. Its just, I don’t think I can tell you this. I need to show you,” his voice got quieter with every word. His intense gaze and proximity caused your body to flood with those feelings. Thosefeelings you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Those feelings that were so evident right now you were shocked he couldn’t tell .
Attempting to receive a response from him, you slowly asked, eyebrows furrowing at what his last statement meant, “Peter, what do you mean? You can just tell me, I’m not going to judge-”
Your reply was cut short, not by a comment, nor a statement, but by your lips being enveloped in someone else’s. You had to keep your body from leaping back at the sudden change in atmosphere. You were standing here, eyes shut tightly to absorb the unbelievable, enticing feeling of Peter’s lips on yours. You didn’t care as to why it happened, you just wanted it to never end. Your body lit on fire from the feeling as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your cheek as your hands unknowingly grabbed his cheeks in an attempt to pull him closer.
You felt the smile you loved so much play across his lips at your actions, your closed mouth turning up into one of your own. The room became weightless, the air turned warm and you felt as if you were flying. Nothing, could beat this feeling you had right now. It felt as if everything you had sensed in the past weeks was all coming together now. And you knew, finally, that he felt the same.
You finally realized what that feeling was, and it was incredible.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). Baby, I think I’m in love again. I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true, let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love). I think I’m in love again.
Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3) Rating: M Word Count: ~3800 (why do they keep getting longer?) Chapters:OneTwo
hope u like crazy hot mess emma 😝 🍺🍻🍷🍸🍹🍾🍕 😵
remember a few months ago when i asked everyone to tell me stories of stupid/funny shit y’all did when drunk? thanks for the inspiration ;))
Special instructions:pls send cute delivry guy, i missss himm
One of the benefits of having a job with odd hours was that Emma could get completely trashed on a Tuesday evening and not give a single fuck as to how it would affect her the next morning. She’d started her own private party several hours earlier when all of her friends had turned her down for one reason or another. (Because they had jobs, mostly. Fucking party pooping productive members of society.)
She was giggling so hard she snorted when she clicked ‘order’ on the website, so beyond caring about anything that she felt no shyness or shame whatsoever.
Drunk did not even begin to cover it. Drunk was several homemade cocktails earlier. She was mixing a bunch of things she really shouldn’t be mixing. She couldn’t remember everything she ingested, but she did recall the two straight shots of tequila that she started off with (and what a way to start), as well as the few gulps of red wine that she took straight from the bottle because she was a respectable, refined adult. She vaguely recalled an almost-daiquiri of questionable flavor, as well as one particularly horrible concoction of Red Bull, triple sec, vodka, gin, and Gatorade because apparently she was trying to liquefy her internal organs.
(It didn’t help that she’d pulled out the entire contents of her alcohol cabinet and placed everything on her kitchen counter, giving her a wide selection of self-destructive options.)
You had rolled over in your bed to see you beautiful boyfriend, Jeff, sleeping next to you. Him just laying in bed next to you made your heart flutter. After admiring his beauty, you wrapped your arm around his middle, laying your head on his chest. He lets out a heavy sigh as he stretches from his slumber, his eyes slowly opening.
request: could you do an imagine where the reader feels insecure and distances herself from jughead and it’s all cute and fluffy at the end when he’s convincing her he loves her and stuff. love your blog too x
it was the first time you were meeting your boyfriends friends and you were beyond nervous.
you’d live in the trailer next to the jones’ your whole life and you knew what the town thought of the folk from this side of the tracks so you were left to wonder if jughead’s friends would be so kind to a south side serpent.
you found yourself chewing your lip, what you did when you felt anxious and insecure. you stood in front of your wardrobe trying to file through something to wear that didn’t scream south side.
“knock knock” you turn on your heels revealing your boyfriend slumped against your door wearing his signature denim jacket and beanie along with his famous jones smirk.
“hey juggie” you smile softly anxiety carrying in your words as you turn back forward jugheads arms snaking around your waist at some attempt to comfort your nervousness
“c'mere” he mumbles into you hair as you lean back into him sighing as you allow your eyes to close feeling the warmth of his strong arms around you.
“your going to be fine, i promise” he places a kiss on your forehead as he spins you to face him, your eyes looking up into his.
“i don’t think i can do this” i whisper pushing yourself away from the boy trying to put as much distance as you could possibly muster
he sighs slipping his hands into his jean pockets “im feeling a little-” you pause producing a small and hardly believable cough “sick”
he sighs rolling his eyes “i think i might just stay in bed maybe i can meet them some other time?” disappointment grows in his features as you move toward your bed laying yourself down
he never knew how to help you when you felt insecure so he just nodded moving toward your bed to kiss you his hands lingering on your hair
“i’ll bring you back something to eat yeah?” you nod blinking away the tears building up in your eyes smiling softly at the brunette “ill see you later jug”
he pauses at the door turning around to face you “i love you (y/n) and i know you think they’ll judge you but i promise you it doesn’t matter to them- it doesn’t matter to me”
and with that he turns and see’s himself out of your small trailer regret in his steps as he leaves his girlfriend in bed and makes his way over to pops to break the bad news to his friends
after several minutes of flicking through channels on the tv trying to find something decent to watch until jughead came back with burgers your phones buzzes from your night stand
it was a photo from jughead, it was a selfie of him on his walk going cross eyed as his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
a giggle falls from your mouth as you type a reply setting your phone back up on your night stand focusing back onto the tv
you fiddle with your blanket contemplating getting out of bed until you finally throw your covers off changing quickly and grabbing your phone and purse before starting your journey to popular diner
you enter the small diner your leather jacket catching the red neon lights as the bell dings, you glance over to see your boyfriend to engrossed in his laptop to even notice you walk in
you glance to the older man behind the till “i was hoping you’d show up, he seemed unhappy when he showed up stag” i give the man a smile sliding a $5 bill into the tip jar before moving over to the booth occupied by jughead and his friends.
you didn’t even get half way when jughead looked up and caught your gaze jumping from the booth and rushing over to engulfing you in a hug “you came” he smiles into your ear placing a small kiss underneath it
“for you” you whisper back taking his hand as he walks you toward his friends, we stop in front of the booth anxiety swallowing you whole as they all look at you
“guys this is (y/n) my girlfriend-” he pauses smiling at you “and babe this is archie, betty and-” he’s cut off by the raven haired girl.
“veronica lodge, and i love your jacket” she smiles sweetly sitting back down in the booth “thank you veronica” you smile glancing to jughead as he ushers you into the booth sitting yourself between the red headed boy and your boyfriend
you were lost in conversation when you felt jughead’s eyes on your pure love left in his eyes and he watches you smile and laugh with his closet friends
you sip your milkshake turning to your boyfriend leaning into his chest happiness swelling in your heart as your anxiety starts to fade feeling more and more safe as you sit in your booth with jughead and your new found friends
it didn’t matter that you lived on the south side, it didn’t matter that your dad was a serpent like jughead’s. nothing matter anymore and that was the closet you could ever get to being worry free
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“Okay,” he acquiesces, lips turning up only a little. He sits up
from the sofa and looks at Edgeworth, at his desk. “Back in fourth grade,
toward the end of the year, Larry had told me of a way to figure out if your
crush liked you back, right? It was called the daisy test.”
*spoilers for trials and tribulations*
the missing hospital scene from case five (bridge to the turnabout) of trials
and tribulations. edgeworth arrives at the hospital in a panic only to find
that phoenix’s biggest immediate problem is with the pudding. edgeworth, on the
other hand, is about to acquire a bigger problem - one shaped like an
Phoenix convinces Miles to bring Trucy in with him for Bring Your Daughter
to Work Day, despite Miles’ misgivings. Everything becomes even more
complicated when Kay Faraday and Shi-Long Lang call on him for assistance. Set
between the original trilogy and Apollo Justice; mild spoilers for both
After all they’ve been through, it’s strange that something so important
could be so simple, but for Miles and Phoenix, falling in love, at least,
doesn’t have to be the end of the world.
Some stress relief fluff that I wrote purely to cheer myself up - there is
literally negative plot but there is a lot of lawyers falling into the bright
and bitter kind of love that can only come from a lifetime of belligerent
In a time of crisis, Miles Edgeworth had chosen “death”– and
yet, when he came back, Phoenix forgave him. Now, when faced of a crisis of his
own, what will Phoenix Wright choose? Or, when Phoenix comes to visit Miles
after his disbarment, and Miles does not receive the guest he expects to. He
did not think he would be spending the evening with a handsome stranger in a
[Occurs after the end of Trials and Tribulations] Phoenix’s apartment is
getting torn down, and he is running fast out of options. However, instead of
resorting to living in the woods of Kurain Valley or on Larry’s couch, he knows
that there is a certain prosecutor that just might take him in. Just how hard
was it for Phoenix to make himself comfortable in the home of the Demon
Prosecutor? Surprisingly, it was easier than one would think…
“'Just stay for a few days,’ Phoenix pleads. ‘You don’t even have to
get a hotel or anything, I have a couch you can stay on.’” Edgeworth stays
on Phoenix’s couch for a few days and there are some unintended consequences.
For years, Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright have fought both singly and
together to protect others from injustice. When the well-guarded secret of
Edgeworth’s sexuality is exposed, however, it’s up to Phoenix to remind his
long-time friend and rival that everyone deserves a happy ending.
Phoenix’s life falls into disarray after Zak’s trial. Luckily, he’s found
someone in the aftermath who will help him get back on his feet, who will
support him and never leave him… and that might not be such a good thing
Miles Edgeworth isn’t totally sure how he ended up in this bet to
demonstrate the strength of his and Phoenix Wright’s (entirely professional and
platonic! really!) relationship, but he knows it’s Klavier’s fault. (Full story
on FF net!)
Miles Edgeworth has some figuring out to do, now that he’s back and
officially not dead. He’s not the only one. Between Phoenix Wright getting his
life back on track and Edgeworth now apparently moonlighting as a detective,
some serious decisions need to be made without the assistance of alcohol or
Larry Butz. Maybe even with a little bit of maturity on both of their parts. Or
say being a teacher is one of the most rewarding things you can do with your life.
New art teacher Phoenix Wright isn’t sure who “they” are and what
kind of angelic students they must have had, because the Themis Middle School
students are really something else altogether.
completed Narumitsu fanfics by me, if you guys are interested :)
Phoenix and Miles visit Kurain village together, as Miles has decided it is
time for him to finally meet his father. However, after the session he is
comforted by Phoenix and it leads to more emotions than Miles had ever
imagined. Sad but fluffy Narumitsu edited one-shot.
Wright knows he depends too much on Miles Edgeworth ever since his disbarment.
However, he has the feeling Miles relies more on him as well. This story
revolves around the beginning of the disbarment of Phoenix, the adoption of
Trucy, their trips to Europe, the regaining of his badge and Turnabout for
Tomorrow. The friendship between the two men grows.
add more recs, I have read just a small part of all existing fanfics.
will make a recommendation list of domestic Narumitsu and platonic fanfics
reblog and tag other AA fans who like to read Narumitsu fanfics as well!
Finally part 3!! So sorry that it took so long. So there is a short scene that describes torture, so if the triggers you, be careful.
You wake up alone and cold, locked in a cell. You’re dizzy,
your head is throbbing, and everything has the hazy feeling of drugs.
“Did you get her, Soldier?”
“да, she is here”
You crawl forward, peering between the bars to the two people
who are standing in the hall. “I have your next mission”
Bucky stiffens up immediately, “Ready to comply”
The HYDRA agent grins, “You are to guard Y/N Stark. Only I
am allowed to touch her, understood?’
“Mission parameters understood”
“Good. Bring her to Lab 4, we have some questions for Ms.
You scream as another bolt of electricity tears through you.
“I don’t know” you sob, “I don’t know anything!”
“You live with the most powerful people on earth, have
observed them for months, you know their weaknesses, and I want you to tell
them to me. What are the Avenger’s weaknesses?”
Bucky stands in the control room, constantly glancing at the
door. You snarl baring your bloody teeth, “I don’t know anything! Even if I did,
I would never tell you!”
Another shock rips through you, staling your breath, and making
your muscles twitch uncontrollably. “I really hate to do this to you. I don’t
want to hurt you, Y/N, but if you keep this up I will have to find more … creative
… ways to get you to talk. How about a different question?” He crouches down so
he’s eye level with you, “How do you kill the Asgardians?”
“I won’t tell you their weaknesses, why would I tell you how
to kill them?”
HYDRA Baddie 1, as you’ve started to refer to him as, let
out a chuckle, “I was hoping you’re say that! Soldier!!” Immediately Bucky
stands up straighter, “Get me the tools.”
Your eyes widen as Bucky wheels out a table full of torture instruments.
Straining against the metal cuffs, “I promise I don’t know anything!! I only
met them a few days ago!”
“You are the only human in the tower, there is a reason you’re
still alive, and I want to find out why. You’ll either tell me willingly, or I’ll
find other ways to make you talk”
HYDRA Baddie leans down and grins, slashing his knife across
your cheek. You’re exhausted and can already feel unconsciousness starting to
creep up on you when you feel something brush against your mind. You lock eyes
with Bucky, the only supernatural creature within range, but he only smirks an
tilts his head toward the door.
Suddenly another mind brushes against yours, this one you
recognize. Loki’s here, he’s in the compound, he’s come to rescue you.
“I’m here, dove. Just
a little longer”
You look up at the HYDRA Baddie, “You’re gonna regret
hurting me, you know”
He raises an eyebrow, “And why’s that? What are you gonna
“She won’t have to do anything” Bucky’s growled before a gun
fires. As soon as the HYDRA goon goes down, Bucky quickly gets the metal cuffs
off you. “You’re alright, doll. Stevie contacted me, the Avengers are making
their way here now.”
Your body pitches forward as soon as you’re unlocked from
the chair, but Bucky quickly rights you, “How do you remember?”
Bucky chuckles, “Wanda did some of her long-distance magic,
overriding HYDRA’s programing, it also makes me immune to the wipes. Stevie and
I grew up together, so we can communicate over large-distances like most
siblings can. That’s how I knew about the rescue”
He’s rambling, you can tell that he’s worried about you.
Shit, you’re worried about yourself! You can feel your body going numb, vision
hazy, and everything just kinda hurts.
The door to the lab bursts open and Bucky whips around, gun
raised, but lowers it immediately when Tony and Loki are the ones who run in.
Loki slides down next to you, pressing gentle kisses all
over your face, while Tony has JARVIS running scans. You bring your hand up,
clutching at Loki’s robes, and burying your head in his chest, “Loki …”
“I am here, dove, right here” he whispers, rocking you
“Didn’t think you’d come”
Loki lets out a low growl, “I shall always come for you,
always, never doubt that”
You nod, and are vaguely aware of being picked up, “Stay
awake, darling. You shall be healed. Anthony has already relayed your injuries
You give Tony a breathy smile as you pass him, “’m tired.
Several voices quickly start shouting for you not to fall
asleep, but the pull is too great, you can’t stay awake, so your body is
quickly dragged into unconsciousness.
The first thing you notice when you wake up are the soft
sheets that surround you, next is the annoying beeping of the heart monitor,
and last was the hands that were encasing both of yours.
“Y/N?” Tony whispers
You must have moved or made a sound, but when you try to
open your eyes it feels like they are glued shut.
Loki’s voice is soft when his fingers stroke your face, “Take
your time, dove, don’t strain yourself”
With a soft grunt, you manage to peel your eyes open, “Water”
Immediately a straw is against your lips and you take a few
blissful sips of water, “Take it slow, I don’t want you to throw up, pup”
You pull away and offer both Loki and Tony a shaky smile. “Thanks.”
You glance around the room, taking in the equipment that is surrounding you, “How
long was I out?”
Loki sighs softly and sits on the edge of the bed, “You were
asleep for 8 days, dove. Your body went into shock, you almost died. I – I gave
you a transfusion of my blood, the healing properties were able to save you,
however it sent your body into shock. A human is not equipped to handle the
blood of a supernatural in large quantities.”
“Thank you, for coming to get me” you whisper.
Tony takes your hand and Loki pulls you into a tight hug, “Never
doubt that we will come for you, my human. I will take on all of the armies in the
Nine Realms for you.”
You let out a relieved sob, and cling to both of them. “I
was so scared”
“I know you were, pup” Tony whispers, running his fingers
through your hair. “Do you want to see the rest of the team? They’re on the
You chuckle, “Yeah, I kinda wanna get out of this bed”
Tony’s eyes go comically wide, “J, did you record that?! It’s
the only time Y/N will ever willingly leave her bed!!”
As soon at Loki wheels you up to the common room floor, you
are rushed by the entire team. You quickly assure everyone that you are
alright, and that there is no lasting damage. Bucky gives you a shy smile and a
wave from behind everyone.
“It’s nice to see you again, Bucky. Glad to see that you’re
Bucky chuckles and reaches out to touch you, only to find
himself pinned to the wall by Loki, “Don’t touch her” His growl reverberates
throughout the room, causing everyone to take a step back.
“Loki! Put him down, he wasn’t going to hurt me!” You
stumble out of the wheelchair that Tony had made you use, quickly wrapping your
arms around his waist.
Loki whips around, tucking you underneath his chin, “I
cannot have you here with all of these creatures, dove.”
“Take me to my rooms, we can watch movies, just the two of
us” You whisper
Loki nods stiffly, “I cannot promise the safety of anyone
who approaches Y/N” Loki spoke to the room, never taking his eyes off you, “I shall,
hopefully, be more controlled tomorrow”
You glance over at the rest of the Avengers, “I’ll see you
all tomorrow. By then he should be calm enough to let me be around other.”
Gently pushing you back into the wheelchair, Loki lets out
one last growl before he heads to the elevator, “Come, my human. You need to
You can’t help rolling your eyes at his protective behavior.
The two of you had just started your courtship and he was already acting like
this, you honestly couldn’t wait to see how much worse it will get. The
Avengers are going to have an interesting year ahead of them.
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He looked up at Diggle’s final shout of his name. “What?”
“The doctors need to look at her, you’re going to have to
let her go.” His best friend pointed to the woman in his arms. Felicity was the
only one who had sustained serious injury in their escape from the explosions
on Lian Yu, sacrificing her own safety to get everyone off the island in time
on the broken plane’s emergency lift rafts. They had managed to get some
antibiotics in her to prevent septic shock, but she still was so pale and had
not regained consciousness.
Oliver had carried her the whole trip off the island and to
the ARGUS medical center, but now that they were here, he did not want to hand
“I’m not sure I can,” he told John, almost pleadingly. His
best friend seemed to understand, and convinced the medical team to let Oliver
carry Felicity to the triage room and take his time laying her on the bed.
Okay, so this one is MASSIVELY late but I blame my
pneumonia for the delay and totally not the fact that I was so busy reading
stuff that I have only just finalized January’s list!!! So here are a few things that I have been
reading this January and I think you might like them too. I have been sucked into a few new fandoms
thanks to @bkwrm523 , @thorne93 and @sdavid09 and so
the last section has kinda grown more diverse. If you
read or write something and you think it should be on my list then please tag
me or send me a link or print it out and send it by raven. Well, without anymore of me rambling, here’s
my favourite fics in January 2017.
Cuddled Love – @sdavid09 I want to cuddle with
Dean after this fic! If you are having a
bad day then just go read this and it will make everything better *well maybe
not, but you will feel happier after reading it*
Whats-His-Name– @l8nitl0vr I think this is one of my favourite Lucifer
fics. For me I think the
characterization is spot on and I could totally picture him being like this,
plus I would probably do what the reader did too.
Little Too Late - @lucifersagents This
series has had me hooked all the way through.
There are so many things that keep you guessing and it is so well
written I’m kinda sad that it’s finished.
of Letters - @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I
love this series, everytime I see theres a new part it brings a smile to my
face. One of my all-time favourite
writers and all round lovely person. If
you aren’t already following her I highly recommend you do.
Matchmaker– @callamint Bucky and Natasha playing matchmaker is my new favourite thing and this series is brilliant.
Icarus – @serzhantjamesbuchananbarnes Jeeeeeezzzzz, this one hurt my heart. Poor Tony doing pretty much what Tony does
and you want to punch him and shout at him and then give him a huge hug and
wrap him in bubblewrap, or maybe that’s just me. Beautifully written and well worth a read.
- @thorne93 This series is the perfect blend of fluff and angst. A reader with amnesia, Steve picking her up in the park, the introduction of Bucky… Go read this right now and then you too can know the delicious torture of waiting for the next part.
Stark - @redlipstickandplaid Every
imagined what it would be like to be Tony Starks daughter? Imagine no longer, this fic is super cute and
the relationship between the reader and Tony is exactly how I would picture it. Loving this series.
with Them - @redgillan I love Friends, I
love Marvel, I love this series. The
relationships between all the characters is so on point and fluffy!
Regrets – @mar-gega A lovely little
series where Bucky is definitely awkward and clueless and it is gorgeous.
Lonely Tree– @sarahwroteathing This is
one of my favourite series of all time ever and I am super sad that it’s over
but the ending is just perfect. I fell
in love with Steve all over again with this fic and I hope you will too.
Schkeuditz – @aubzylynn Being stuck in a car with Steve, Sam and Bucky
as you drive across the country!! Set in CACW this is what ‘may’ have happened
as they drove to Leipzig airport on their mission to clear Bucky’s name. I like to think that this is how that journey
Your Convenience – @brighterlights Oh.
My. Goodness!!!! Steve or Bucky? Bucky or Steve? This amazing series had me going from one to
the other, back and forth. It is such a
good read and I think you should go binge read the entire thing now.
Leave – @imamotherfuckingstar-lord This
series officially killed me. I am now
dead. How are you supposed to live your
life after you get involved with McCoy AND Kirk? I will never be able to write smut as well as
this genius but as long as I can read her work I think I’m okay with that.
Fandoms and Fics:
Number – @totally-turtle-imagines I thought this little fic was so sweetand I’m
kinda hoping that there may be more parts.
I’m beginning to suspect I might be team Donatello when it comes to this
Flirt – @plumfondler I’m not usually a massive
Lance Tucker fan but this fic just seemed perfect for him. I don’t think I could just be friends with
– @just-a-little-crazy So a little foray
into the Gotham fandom here and a little fluff with Victor Zsasz. Even ruthless hitmen deserve muffins.
the Playing Field - @sdavid09 So I have
totally fallen in love with Fili after falling back into the Hobbit
fandom. The relationship between Kili
and Fili is so well written and I really enjoyed reading this, it brought a
goofy smile to my face.
Jonathan felt uncomfortable standing on the Harrington’s front porch, his hands stuffed awkwardly into the pockets of his faded jeans. He vaguely wondered how long he should wait before retreating to the safety of his car and forgetting all about this so-called study date Nancy had planned. It had been a full twenty-five seconds since he had rung the doorbell and he half-expected a butler in a tuxedo to answer the door. However, when the heavy oak door swung open with a low groan, it was just Steve’s smiling face, his hair still damp from the shower—no tuxedo either, just a pair of jeans and a plaid button up.
Words: 871 Warnings: None Summary: If Scanlan had been at all uncertain of his mental state, he would have thought he’d imagined it. But his time with Kaylie on the road had been better for his head than nearly anything else he’d done in the past several years, and that’s why his stomach knotted at the tense, hoarse whisper of, “Jenga,” clear as day into his right ear.
(Even if it he’d imagined that, he couldn’t have imagined the eruption of voices cursing Vax’ildan’s name immediately following it.) ——- Or, the one where Scanlan ends up accidentally sitting in on one last botched mission, whether he wants to or not.
Ao3 Mirror (x) I had to redirect this link through my blog to make sure it shows up in the tags, so his link isn’t going to work on mobile, sorry about that! The actual url is archiveofourown.org/works/10915089.
If Scanlan had been at all uncertain of his mental state, he would have thought he’d imagined it. But his time with Kaylie on the road had been better for his head than nearly anything else he’d done in the past several years, and that’s why his stomach knotted at the tense, hoarse whisper of, “Jenga,” clear as day into his right ear.
(Even if it he’d imagined that, he couldn’t have imagined the eruption of voices cursing Vax’ildan’s name immediately following it.)
He’d cut his ties, he reminded himself, taking a long drink from the mug in front of him. Kaylie shot him a look and asked him something, but with the cacophony of seven other voices in his ear he couldn’t process a word. Funny, he used to be so good at that.
“I asked if your ale’s bad too, you look like you just drank piss. This has to be the most watered down shit I’ve ever had— you’d think they’d give better to the people that filled their tavern tonight.”
Scanlan gave a distracted hum in response, a vague affirmative to a question he’d only half heard. He was too busy trying to pick out voices, trying to figure out what was going on, trying to figure out why there were seven— who the hell was the seventh, he didn’t recognize the voice, did they just make another fucking earring and hand it off to the first jackass to walk up and replace him— but all the voices went quiet when Vax spoke again in a strained whisper.
“I’m in the room with the balcony. It’s definitely this guy. Come get him before he finds me in the fucking wardrobe. He’s out in the hallway now, get in here and take him out before he walks in and finds me—”
The old, instinctive tug of a call to action almost made Scanlan stand up without thinking about it. He caught himself at the last moment possible, one hand braced on the table, the other hand reaching for his flute. When he realized what he was doing, he froze, mentally berating himself as he settled back down. Kaylie frowned at him this time.
I love that pasta is basically the only thing Yuuri eats in your fics
IS THIS TRUE?? Anon, since I have an English paper due tomorrow that I haven’t started, and since I’m curious, I’m now going to do a comprehensive study of food (and specifically pasta) mentions in all of my fics.
When Phichit first tells Yuuri about the job they are given unspecified food.
His mind has gone haywire, his heart thumping in his chest. A waiter comes by and sets food in front of them, but he can hardly even see it.
Victor and Yuuri go out on a date to a restaurant, but the food is never explicitly mentioned.
Yuuri and Victor order and enjoy pizza
Makkachin eats dog food
They eat chips and salsa while watching Phichit skate
They eat popcorn when they watch Phichit skate again
They eat Pringles at Victor’s house one time
Yuuri was going to get unspecified food when he was intimidated by the paparazzi waiting for him
Christophe suggests Victor brings Yuuri’s family food when he’s going to fly to surprise him
The night after the gala Victor makes Yuuri food and puts it on a tray
At some point, Phichit and Yuuri go to a diner and eat unspecified food
Yuuri makes Victor piroshki and also makes katsudon several times throughout the story
There is a mention of eating a 32 inch Snickers bar
And how would one go about eating a 32 inch Snickers Bar in the first place?
There are four mentions of pasta in this fic, although pasta is never explicitly eaten.
1. Victor thinks that anything Yuuri says would sound good. A pack of rabid raccoons? Cruel and unusual punishments? Ketchup and pasta?
2. “Do you feel like Chinese? I could go for Chinese,” Victor muses. “Or maybe just pasta or something. I don’t know. Pizza again?Always a good choice. Oooh, or katsudon. You’ve gotten me hooked on katsudon, I’m afraid.”
3. “I thought he was sick,” Yurio answers. “Relax, he probably had bad pasta or something. It happens.”
4. Phichit is a firm believer in pasta Thursdays, a tradition that is held dear to all of their hearts.
Yurio wants to talk about food bc Victor is annoying him by being smitten™
“Let’s talk about food now. I want to talk about food.”
Yuuri eats a sandwich at the quad. Phichit also has a sandwich.
Yuuri moans in response to the first bite of his sandwich. “I’m starving,” he realizes.
Both Yuuri and Victor eat pasta!
“I’m getting pasta,” Victor tells him, heading off towards the pasta station. Yuuri gets pasta, too. Then they’re sitting across from each other, except Yuuri has already begun digging into his food, and Victor hasn’t, is just watching him.
Yuuri gets Victor a blueberry muffin when he’s hungover after the Halloween party
Yuuri brings pastries for Phichit and himself then starts crying while holding the bag
Victor orders Yuuri pasta in Saint Petersburg
Victor attacks Yuuri’s pasta with his fork, eats a bite of it. “See,” he explains through a mouthful, “your weakness is your empathy, Yuuri.”
They eat piroshki together
At some point, Yuuri brings Victor a bag of unspecified food
Victor is mentioned eating pasta at some point
“This is good,” Victor states firmly, digging into his pasta.
Pasta Thursday is mentioned to be a thing on campus
Yuuri is hungry, one day, so he walks to the dining hall for a late dinner. Victor is working on a project, so Yuuri is alone, yawning with thoughts of Pasta Thursday on his mind.
They sit down at a booth. It’s Italian food, which Victor enjoys. He orders a sandwich, Yuuri orders a pasta dish.
Victor has unspecified takeout food in Saint Petersburg
The most pasta mentions is a tie between centripetal force and all the world’s a stage. However, pasta is never explicitly said to be eaten in all the world’s a stage. As I have continued writing, the pasta mentions have increased, but this is also most likely due to the fact that most of my latter fics are multi-chapter, whereas the beginning ones are one-shots. The fic with the best food, in my opinion, is The Fundamentals of Caring. I do really like pasta.
Summary: Your first official l day on the job is much harder than you anticipated and not because of the workload.
Pairing: Bucky x fem reader
Warnings: Some swearing, and small injury
Word Count: 1670
A/N: I’m getting notes on both of my previous chapters so I’m just gonna keep writing more until I get to where I want to end it. I really don’t want my blog to just be this fic and I’m really wanting to do some requests so sent those in and I’ll get them up asap. And my tag list is non existent right now but I’d love to have one so if you want to be added just let me know. -Hannah xo
You woke up to the angry sound of your alarm blaring from your phone. The sleep you got was shit compared to what you usually get. Every time you would get anywhere near close to falling asleep he would make his way back into your mind. Even when you did finally fall asleep he would just appear in your dreams in more ways than one.
As you rolled out of bed hitting the off button on your alarm you sat on the edge of your bed. “He is my boss,” you thought to yourself “yes, he is very attractive, fit, and is part of the avengers, but he is your boss.” You leaned forward and but your head in your hands and let out a defeated groan.
Skipping breakfast on your way out the door again was probably the worst decision you could’ve made. Your butterflies were worse than they were yesterday but the scent of the coffee shop as you walked in was oddly soothing.
You grabbed a coffee for both yourself and Bucky and headed to the tower. Upon arrival F.R.I.D.A.Y immediately greeted you. “Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. Would you like to know where Mr. Barnes is?”
“Yes, that would be helpful. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You started walking towards the elevator as the AI spoke back “He’s coming back from his morning run now, he’ll be through the doors in seconds.” And merely seconds after F.R.I.D.A.Y finished Bucky walked through the front doors. “Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. I brought you your coffee, two creams, one sugar.” You smiled and held it out to him.
He grabbed the coffee as he walked passed you into the elevator. You turned around and looked at him surprised he didn’t say anything back.
Bucky stares at you. “Are you coming, or not?” He sounded severely pissed off so you quickly walked into the elevator and stood next to him. After about a minute of awkward silence you pull out your phone. “Mr. Barnes, today you have a meeting later tonight before a party Tony is having, and before that it’s all mostly training with Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wilson.”
He looks over at you without a word before turning back to the door as the elevator dings. “Thanks” he says before stepping out and heading down the hall to the living quarters of the tower. When Bucky walked down the hallway all he could think about was how knew that he was being very brief, but you were all that he could think of. The amount of sleep he got decreased, he was distracted, and he wasn’t training as hard as he should be, and he knew the only way to fix that was to be as professional as he could be.
You were in the main living room space at the table going over your planner while you waited for Bucky to come back up for his training session. He had 15 minutes before he had to start and you weren’t worried.
Steve appeared in the living room soon after you sat down and began to work. “Uh, excuse me, Y/N, have you seen Bucky? Our training session starts soon.” you looked up at the large avenger before you “I believe he went back to his room to shower after his run. He didn’t really say exactly what he was doing but I’m assuming.” you smiled and looked down at your planning “and you have about 15 minutes before it starts so most likely he’ll be around soon.”
Steve sits down at the chair across from you. “We only briefly met yesterday, but I’m Steve, Steve Rogers, but you probably already knew that.” He chuckled and smiled at you. You felt a slight blush creep onto your cheeks as the attractive avenger sat in front of you. “I did, actually.” you smile and glanced up to his eyes.
“It’s nice to have someone new around here, I’m getting kinda sick of everyone else.” he says with a little wink. You raise your eyebrows “so you’re saying, if I stick around you’ll get sick of me too?” He leans back in his chair before he laughs. “Oh, Doll, I could never get used to a pretty face like yours.”
Damn. You thought to yourself. These Avenger men sure can be flirty.
Both of your heads turn towards the door as Bucky walked in. “Hey, Buck, I was just getting to know Y/N here. Are you ready to train?” Bucky looks between the both of you thinking about the conversation he just heard, and sees the small amount of pink that was left in your cheeks. He knew Steve would try to make a move but, hell, would he let him.
Bucky looks at Steve and with confidence says “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Before the two men leave Bucky turns to you. “Would you like to come down and see what we do in training?”
“Oh, uh. Why not.” You said softly unsure of if Bucky was still angry. You followed the men down the hall to the training room and all Bucky could think of was how Steve would regret flirting with you. He knew being reserved and blunt wasn’t going to work to get you out of his head. Holding back wasn’t an option now.
As the three of you arrived in the large training room you went to the side of the room and took a seat at a small table before watching the two Avengers go at it. “Okay, so we’re just gonna work on normal hits and similar things today.” Steve said as he backed away from Bucky who was about ready to fight. Steve threw the first few hits as Bucky blocked and this continued on for quite some time.
You watched silently as the men fought before you and before you know it you were once again staring at Bucky. There was just something that made him so easy to watch. Between the thin layer of sweat that covered his entire body, the way he moved, and the light that would reflect off his metal arm it was just hard not to watch his every move.
He looked over at you as the two broke apart to grab water and he noticed you. Your stare wasn’t inanely obvious but regardless, it was a stare. He knew that purposely trying to show off would be a stupid idea but when Steve came back to fight he didn’t hold back. “Buck, what the hell.” Steve grunted as he dodged and blocked Bucky’s suddenly extremely forceful hits.
The training session seemed to almost quadruple in intensity and you were pulled out of your state of thought. Bucky was throwing some strong punches and Steve was blocking them equally as well but faster than you could blink Steve threw a punch and landed it right between Bucky’s ribs sending backwards onto the ground.
“Oh Fuck.” Steve exclaimed before running over to Bucky who was now on the ground holding his chest. “Buck, are you okay?” You quickly rushed over beside the two men “Is there anything you need me to do?” Steve turns and looks at Bucky then back to you. “Stay here with him, I don’t think I broke a rib but I’m not sure. I’ll be back.”
You kneeled next to Bucky as he caught his breath. “Fucking hell” he wheezed and tried to sit up. “Nonono. You should probably stay still until Mr. Rogers comes back.” You panicked as you placed your hand on his shoulder attempting to keep him on his back but failed. He stood up leaving you on your knees below him. He reaches his hand down to help you up, and as you stood up your heel got caught under the other and you fell forward. Only to be caught by Bucky. As he caught you he let out a small grunt. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You apologized as you stood up. “I’m fine Y/N. Are you?” He says as he moves his hand to your lower back to steady you. You chuckled “I’m fine. I’m not the one who just got punched in the chest by a super solider.
You were still pressed up against Bucky from the fall when Sam, Tony, and Steve all walk back in. You both quickly pull apart as you straightened your skirt out. “Oh well I see you two are getting along” Tony comments as he walks further into the room “I can also see that you didn’t break a rib.” he says while shooting a look at Steve who just shrugs. Sam walks over to Bucky and pulls up his shirt. Bucky tries swatting at his hand but Sam already had it up too far. “But hell is that bruised.” The four of you looked at the nasty bruise.
“Well, I’d say to call it here. We can catch up on training another time.” Sam said as he puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky nods and the five of you start to head out of the training room. “Y/L/N,” Tony spoke from behind me “You’re coming to the party tonight right?” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I didn’t really think I was invited.” You paused as Sam, Steve, and Bucky left, leaving you and Tony behind. “Nonsense, you’re part of the team now, and I think that tin arm is taking a pretty good liking to you.” You blushed when he mentioned Bucky. “So head home and get yourself ready, I’ll tell tin arm to take it easy until the party tonight.” You smiled “Thank you Mr. Stark.”
“Oh, just call me Tony, and I will see you later” He said with a nod before heading out. You headed out to your car only thinking about the possible outcomes of tonight’s events.
Here it is! My first Thirst Party Saturday foray into another fandom!
Tagging @toxiicpop naturally and I’d like to give an enormous
thank you to @im-an-octopus, their Chris Pratt character headcanons
(the Pratt Pack, if you will) are incredibly thought out and
I’ve had this request in my queue for like a month now - and I’m so irritated because my theater took Logan out of the lineup and I can’t go see it again. *sigh* Guess I’ll have to wait until it comes out on DVD!
This was requested by @drewkelliii : I hope it meets your expectations like we discussed!
Warnings: mentions of blood, Laura being Laura, and alot of decapitation
Nooooooo, the bakugou theater angst one. Noooooo can you please continue it with a happy ending? I can't live like thisssss
I-I’m so sorry that it wasn’t of your liking! :( I wrote a continuation which could be tagged as a little hurt/comfort, instead of the bitter ending of the first piece. I hope this one is more enjoyable, but I still believe jealousy can hardly lead to a happy ending.
[Name]’s surroundings slowly faded as she peeked
into the audience through the curtains, barely paying attention to how her
friend was doing on the stage as her eyes fixed themselves on a certain
It had been a month since she last saw him. Since
they broke up. The last thing she would have ever expected was to find him
sitting in the exact same seat from that time. How was he even allowed into the
theater after what happened? Katsuki certainly had his ways, or either security
couldn’t care about what happened in a small, unimportant theater.
But either way, he was not a person she was hoping
to see among the spectators.
Or was he?
She had thought a lot in those last weeks, and even
though she was angry at him, she was angry at herself too. For behaving like a
child and breaking up so cruelly. What he did wasn’t the most pleasant thing at
all, but every time she ignored his calls, her heart would break and her mind
would whisper her to answer them. But she never did.
And now he is here, watching a play in which she was
miraculously performing, since that day she thought her passion would be
shattered; the director wasn’t ecstatic, but did forgive and allow her to
partake in more plays.
Upon his words, she felt ridiculous. What an excuse
of a reason she gave him to break up with him. She was just angry, she wasn’t
thinking straight, but she didn’t want their relationship to end.
Lost in thought, the first act came to an end, and
she secretly hoped something like that day wouldn’t develop. [Name] hoped that
Katsuki wouldn’t go to the backstage like last time, she hoped that he wouldn’t
try to talk to her. She didn’t know what kind of idiotic nonsense her wounded
heart would force her to say.
But of course he hadn’t come only to watch her
performance. A thousand worries raced inside her mind, provoking a throbbing
headache, as she saw him emerge from behind the closed curtains, ignoring the
fearful stares and glares thrown in his direction, and solely focusing on her
perspiring form. She grimaced.
She would need her make-up done again. But that was
the last of her worries.
The blond stopped in front of her, staring into her
wide eyes with his own, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite put her
finger on, but one thing was clear: he wasn’t angry, for a change.
“Hey,” he spoke finally, rubbing the back of his
neck. “You did fine back there. You actually rocked.” He coughed a little, and
it was more than obvious that he was a little bit uncomfortable. [Name] couldn’t
remember the last time he saw him expressing discomfort.
“Thank you,” she answered quietly, but said nothing
more. She didn’t know what to say, and the expectant states and thumbs down she
was receiving from several partners didn’t help her razing hearbeat in the
slightest. “Look, Katsuki…”
“Look, I know I fucked up real bad,” he interrupted
her, clenching his fists by his side; it might have been her imagination, but
she thought she saw a small spark around. “But I seriously couldn’t stand the
thought of you leaving me for another guy. Just thinking about you two making
out during practices made me feel fucking sick.”
She stared at him, mouth agape. He still swore like
a sailor, but she could tell his words held regret and honesty, and she felt
her heart being squeezed by her own guilt.
“When you broke up with me, I felt so much worse, [Name];
you can’t even imagine. I lost you because I overthought losing you. It’s so
fucking ironic and stupid I want to punch myself in the face, but I thought
that might make you feel better, so pay attention.”
When his clenched fist raised against his own face,
her eyes nearly came out of their sockets, and she could promise she hadn’t
sprinted so fast since the speed tests back in high school. She cupped his fist
between her two hands and looked into his surprised rubies with pain and
“I never asked you to punch yourself in the face,
and it won’t make me feel better.” She sighed, feeling his hand lower and
relax, but she still didn’t let go. “You behaved like a childish asshole, okay?”
She paused, squeezing his hand; her eyes started to
tear up, and she looked up at the spotlights in hopes tears wouldn’t fall. She
knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her emotions at bay.
“But so did I.” [Name] sobbed quietly, biting her
lip before continuing. “I decided to go for the easiest route and broke up with
you before even giving us a chance to talk things over. But please believe me
when I say it hurt as much for me as it hurt for you.”
“…Does that mean-”
“Don’t interrupt. I’ll finish soon, the second act
will start in five minutes,” she sighed in exasperation. “What I want to say is
that I’m sorry and I hope you’re too because I’m willing to fix things only
over an ice cream date after the play.”
It took several seconds for Katsuki to process her
words, but when he did, a small smirk tugged at his lips; his eyes, though,
expressed a hint of relief and, dare I say, even genuine joy. He brought her
close, quite hesitantly, before chuckling the tension away.
“I have enough money for just one ice cream, so I
hope you don’t mind sharing.”
And despite the disapproving murmurs around them, [Name]
couldn’t help but feel more than relieved at his joking comment.